includes: lucfier, mammon, levi x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
wc: .6k | rated t | m.list
warnings: though it's alright with the boys and they even find it funny/enjoy it/etc. this could possibly read as harassment so if that's something you're sensitive to...
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lucifer always seems to have a sixth sense for when you’re feeling down, no matter how serious the situation is.
“it’s just not fair!” you insist emotionally. “i mean, he was my favorite character. and he died!”
lucifer, bless him, doesn’t always know what to do with that sixth sense. “that must be…difficult. um, do you want me to get levi? i’m sure he’d understand your…plight…better than i would.”
“no, it’s fine,” you say, pouting only slightly. “i’m sorry, i must be bothering you.”
“no, no,” lucifer quickly disagrees. “look, would a hug make you feel better?”
a hug? now, that was rare for him to offer! but you jump on the chance, nodding pitifully. his arms wrap around you then, warm and strong, and you press your cheek to his collarbone.
“is this better?” he asks, and you nod against him, pressing your hands to his back. his broad and muscular back, you notice, and fully taking advantage of the situation, you run your hands across the muscles, digging into them lightly.
lucifer coughs slightly, pulling back. “are you quite finished feeling me up?” he asks pointedly, but there’s a sparkle of amusement in his eyes.
“honestly? not yet,” you say, and his sigh is long-suffering, but he lets you continue mapping the expanse of his back, even as his ears turn slightly red.
mammon moves quickly, catching you before you fall. “hey, be careful! i don’t need a human splatter stain at the bottom of the stairs.”
“thanks,” you say, gripping his arm. “that was a close one!”
“and that’s why you need to pay attention, idiot,” he scowls.
“i don’t really need to, not if you’re always here to save me,” you say slyly, giving his biceps a nice squeeze. dang, he’s packing some surprising muscle there!
“well,” mammon says, as his chest fulls up with pride, “i know i’m great and all, but i won’t always be there. and hey, stop that!” he swats your hand away form his arm, and you grin.
“sorry, sorry, i was just impressed by your muscles.”
his brows raise and his ego swells. “oh, well, in that case,” he says with a booming laugh, holding his arm out to you. “feel all you want! i’m the great mammon, after all! it should only be expected that i come with great, impressive muscles too!”
levi shakes you, trying to wake you up.
“five more minutes,” you groan, not even opening your eyes, and he frowns.
“you were the one who told me to wake you.”
“that wasn’t me,” you deny. “that was evil me. evil me who ahtes current me. five more minutes.”
“no, you’ve got to get up now,” levi continues, and is stopped by your hand landing blindly on his face, covering his mouth.
“shhh,” you insist, and he sits there, frozen, as your hand moves down from his mouth, to his neck and collarbone. fingers ghosting over this adam’s apple, you stroke his skin, making him flush, and seriously, what kind of dreams are you having now to be making that face?!?
with a great deal of effort, levi moves your hand from where it’s traveling dangerously close to his chest and shakes you hard. “get up!” he says, quickly, and this time it works.
“huh? oh, levi. thanks for waking me,” you say, stretching. “why is your face all red? did something happen?”
“n-no!” he almost shouts, taking a few steps back. “will you just get out of bed?”
“i’m coming, i’m coming,” you say, pushing the covers back. “man, i was having a great dream, too!”
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➳ brutalia day two: canon divergence AU | second chances
➳ .6k | rated t | m.list
“Did you have a good time with Talia?” Bruce asked, welcoming Damian into the house. Damian nodded, raising a bundle wrapped in brown paper up towards Bruce.
“Yes. Mother brought me downtown and we visited the art store.”
“That’s great,” said Bruce genuinely. Ever since they’d started working towards co-parenting, he and Talia had been collaborating with one another a lot more in regards to Damian, who seemed fairly pleased with the new system. “I’d love to see it all in a moment.”
Damian didn’t quite smile, but the harsh lines of his face softened, a sight that always pleased Bruce. They were leaps and bounds away from the angry child he’d been when he’d first arrived to Gotham.
“Goodbye, Habibi,” Talia said, leaning down to hug Damian, who leaned into her touch. He’d hit a growth spurt recently, so she didn't have to lean down as far as she once would have. Bruce turned slightly away as Talia kissed Damian’s forehead, not wanting to intrude on their moment. Damian squirmed slightly, but didn’t try very hard to get out of her hold, most likely because he truly didn't mind it. “Be good for your father, okay?”
Damian looked up at Talia. “I always am, Mother. You should be telling him to be good for me.”
Talia straightened, eyes dancing with amusement. “Should I? Has he been acting up?”
Damian nodded seriously. “Remember the history project I was telling you about? He will not let me make a replica of one of the Tameranean blaster guns. I even said I would take off the lethal settings!”
“Preposterous,” Talia agreed, but she was smiling.
“Damian,” Bruce began, knowing it was fruitless. When the two of them teamed up, he was no match. “I already told you. No using technology normal students wouldn’t have access to to create a weapon, that again, normal students shouldn’t have access to. Especially since you’ll be bringing it to school, and last I checked, your school has a very strict no-weapons policy.”
“Bah,” Damian huffed, and it was Bruce’s turn to smile. “What is the point of making a replica of something to do with superheroes if I cannot even make anything interesting?”
“There are lots of interesting things you can make, Damian,” Bruce pointed out. “You just don’t want to make anything for show only.”
“Well, why would he?” Talia asked. “If he’s going to make a replica, it should be as close to the source material as possible.”
“Stop,” Bruce groaned. “The both of you. Damian, go see if Alfred wants any help.”
“Fine,” Damian agreed with a long-suffering sigh. “Goodbye, Mother.”
“I will see you next weekend, Habibi,” Talia said, and Damian disappeared into the house, leaving just them.
“You should really stop encouraging him,” Bruce admonished lightly. “Heavens know I already have trouble with Jason giving him ideas.”
“But however else shall I entertain myself?” Talia asked innocently, widening her eyes. Bruce scrubs a hand down his face, even as his chest fills with warmth.
“I’m sure you can find something.”
Talia only laughs. “Have a good rest of your weekend, Beloved.”
“You too, Talia,” Bruce replied. “And thank you for taking him to the art store. I’d been meaning to take him, but haven’t had the time.”
“Consider it nothing.” Talia waved her hand through the air. “I’m only further establishing myself as the ‘better parent’, you know.”
“Right, right,” Bruce said. They’re quiet for a moment, but it’s a comfortable sort of silence, one that doesn’t need to be filled.
“It’s nice getting to do this,” Talia says, as if she’s divulging some great secret. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too.” Bruce doesn’t let himself think too hard about the words he’s saying. “I believe Damian is happy too.”
“That’s all I’ve ever wanted for him,” Talia said, looking past him to where Damian had scampered off to.
“I know,” Bruce said. “I know.”
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“No, I’m totally over him,” you say firmly, wishing just one of the brothers would believe you. “I mean, we didn’t talk at all over break, and I saw in Devilgram he got a back to school haircut. Everyone knows crushes don’t stay, especially after there’s been a haircut.”
“That is true,” Mammon nods.
“Well, not for me, of course,” Asmo sighs, putting his chin on his hands. “That just seems to make me more popular.”
“Well, this isn’t about you,” you say. “It’s about me! A me who is completely and totally over—“
“Over who?” Asks Simeon, sliding between you and Satan, all long-legged and sun-striped in the human realm’s sun. His haircut, you realize with a slow sinking horror as your cheeks start to heat, looks nice.
Belphie takes one look at your face and begins to snicker, hiding his face in Beel’s shoulder.
“I didn’t know you liked someone,” Simeon continues, looking at you earnestly. His deep brown eyes sparkle and he leans towards you, too close. You manage a nervous chuckle.
“Yeah, liked,” Mammon replies, emphasizing the past tense. “MC here really insists those feelings no longer remain.”
“Well that’s a shame for the lucky guy,” Simeon comments, and you can’t breathe for a moment.
“Ah, uh,” you say intelligently.
He chuckles. “Oh man, I missed you over the summer. We definitely should catch up. Maybe grab a bite to eat after classes.”
“T-together?”
“Hopefully together,” Simeon teases. “So, what do you say?”
The boys all share amused looks at your silence before Lucifer, of all of them, speaks up.
“MC agrees,” he says mildly, and Simeon beams.
“Great,” he says, standing. “I’ll catch you after school. My treat.”
As he lopes off, sending a fluttering wave to you over his shoulder, Mammon raises his eyebrows at you.
“Completely and totally over him?”
“I may have…regressed.”
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request for obey me headcanons where luke treats the reader as their older sibling n gets protective of them ?
bonus points for scenting, where luke scents the reader w his familial scent (cause i do imagine that there are different types of scenting, familial, romantic n platonic n each smell different from one another) n will try to “purify” the reader by replacing the brothers scents w his own
protective luke
includes: luke & gn!reader, minor the brothers x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
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a/n: aww this was so cute tysm for requesting <3 my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, and req so come say hi!!
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“seriously,” luke huffs, pressing his cheek to your arm, “do you just let them hang all over you? their scents are everywhere!”
you let out an amused sigh. “well, i’m living with them, aren’t i? it’d be more strange if i didn’t have traces of their scent on me.”
“traces,” luke mutters. “right. and thanks for bringing living with them up so i don’t have to. you need to move out and come live with us immediately. we’re way better than those no-good demons anyway. and simeon is probably a much better cook than all seven combined.”
he’s not wrong, but admitting that would only increase his overprotectiveness dedication to protecting you.
“be careful what you say about demons down here,” you say mildly, and he rolls his eyes.
“bah! i don’t even get why you care for them so much! i worry about you, you know! who knows what schemes they’re cooking up!”
“i appreciate your concern,” you reply gently, meaning it, “and i know how much you don’t like the boys, but they’re my friends and i enjoy spending time with them. i care about them like you care about me.”
he scowls, blond hair falling in front of his eyes. “that’s unfortunate. fine! i’ll permit you to keep living with them, as long as you don’t let them touch you anymore. they’re not subtle about wanting to sink their claws into you!”
literally and metaphorically.
“i can’t promise that,” you say.
“but you always stink! well, not you,” he amends quickly, “but their scent on you does. that’s why i don’t want them touching you! they’re laying claim shamelessly and it’s disgusting!”
you hide a smile. he doesn’t need to know that that pleases you to hear.
“i’ve got it!” luke says suddenly, leaning across his bed and grabbing one of the many stuffed bears. he offers it to you. “this has got my scent all over it! this should help keep theirs at bay and help protect you. promise you’ll keep it with you?”
“i promise,” you say, taking the bear from him. he also doesn’t need to know that the boys barely register his scent, weak due to his lack of age and power, especially compared to theirs.
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“I think you’re more excited about this than I am,” Mammon says. “I mean, once you get to my age the birthdays don’t really matter as much.”
“Shut up,” you say. “How can you not care? It’s another year of great memories!”
“Well,” he begins, catching your hands in his, “I guess this year has been filled with lots of great memories. More so than other years.” The ‘why’ doesn’t need to be said—you both understand his point.
“But still,” he continues. “I’m tired! I don’t see why we have to stay up until midnight for this.”
“You stay up later all the time!” You insist. “And it’s so I can be the very first one to wish you a happy birthday.”
“Wishes from you are the the only ones I care about, and high means I’d be happy to get them at any time,” he groans.
“Whatever,” you roll your eyes. “It’s almost time.”
The clock finally flips to midnight, and you grin at Mammon, blue-hued by the LED lights tacked around his room.
“Happy birthday, Mammon,” you say, and he laughs.
“Well, thanks! Now,” he leans forward, eagerly, “my present?”
“Aren’t you impatient.”
“Very much so, yes. “
You laugh. “You’ll get your real gift tomorrow during the party—“
“Wait so I stayed up and didn’t even get a gift?” He pushes his lip out in a pout.
“—but,” you continue pointedly, “I suppose I can come up with something to hold you over. So, what do you want?”
“Hmm,” he leans closer. “A kiss?”
“A kiss?” You slant a look at him. “If that’s what you want.”
“Why stop at a kiss then?” he whispers.
“I thought you were tired?”
He gives you a smirk. “Not anymore.”
You press your lips to his, pulling back before he can deepen it. “Let’s start with a kiss and see where it takes us.”
“Happy birthday to me,” he murmurs, before wrapping his arms around you and flipping you onto your back. A breathless laugh escapes you as his lips descend onto yours once more.
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could u pls write the brothers x a reader who dropped out of school/college? having a rly hard time rn and i could use the comfort, tysm <3
having a hard time in the human realm
includes: brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
wc: .7k | rated t | m.list
warnings: crying, breakdowns, implied depression
a/n: i'm sorry you're having a hard time :(( i wish you all the best and lots of love and comfort. hope this helps! my inbox is open to chat, request, or leave feedback!
mammon exchanges worried looks with asmo when there’s no response when he knocks on the door to your apartment. it had been nearly three months since you’d returned to the human realm and since you’d first separated, you hadn’t missed a single weekly call. until tonight, that is.
and combine that with the fact that you weren’t responding to anyone, weren’t active on any social media, and now weren’t answering your door… mammon’s getting seriously concerned.
“let’s break in,” belphie says, and it’s a testament to how worried lucifer is that he agrees.
“i can pick locks, hold on,” asmo says, dropping to his knees and pulling a bobby pin out of his pocket. man, lucifer must be really worried if he’s not even remarking on this!
a moment passes, and then asmo pushes the door open, rising back to his feet. he leads the way into your apartment, and mammon takes in the dark interior. it’s messy and cluttered, a far cry from the neat and tidy room you’d kept at the house of lamentation, and it’s also silent.
lucifer takes the helm then, moving through your living room. mammon can see a dim kitchen with piled-up dishes, and then gets distracted by another door. presumably the door to your room.
mammon knocks on that one, then opens it. like the rest of the apartment, the room is dark, with thick curtains pulled over the window. mammon steps over the clothes all over the floor, towards your bed, which is messy with sheets and blankets piled up.
but thankfully, there’s a person there too. mammon puts a hand on your shoulder, grateful he can see the rise and fall of your chest. so, at least you’re still alive?
shaking you gently, mammon waits for you to wake. his brothers crowd the bed around him, but stay quiet.
with a gasp, you sit up, looking around wildly. “w-what?”
“it’s just us, mc,” beel says soothingly, and you calm slightly, then squint, confused.
“what are you doing here?”
“we were worried,” levi volunteers. “you weren’t answering your ddd and missed dour call.”
“oh,” you say slowly, probably still waking up. “that was today? i’m sorry, i’ve just been really…busy. and wait, you guys decided to break into my apartment?”
“busy?” says lucifer, dodging the accusation question. “with school?”
you look to the side shiftily, and mammon’s glad his eyes can see well enough in the dark where a human would struggle. “something like that.”
“cut the crap,” asmo says suddenly. “what’s going on, mc?”
without warning, tears well up in your eyes. “i’m sorry,” you say miserably, scrubbing at your eyes with your sleeve. “i’m sorry. i’m just so tired.”
mammon wraps an arm around your shoulders (were they always this fragile feeling?), and pulls you to his chest. “what’s wrong?”
“it’s just so hard!” you say after a breath. “i miss you guys so much. every day. it feels like a piece of me is missing. and as hard as it was to adjust to the devildom it’s even harder re-adjusting now. i miss the house of lamentation and being at rad and all of you. i can’t do this.”
“i had no idea you were feeling this way,” lucifer says quietly, guiltily. mammon feels the same way. how had he not noticed you were hurting?
“i stopped going to my classes,” you continue, a sob ripping free. “there’s no way i can get any credits for this semester. i want to go home.”
mammon locks eyes with his brothers. there’s no way they’re leaving you here tonight.
“let’s take you home, then,” he says, and you blink up at him.
“wait, really?”
“there’s no rule saying you can’t come back,” lucifer says. “i thought that’s what you wanted. after all, you were only supposed to be an exchange student after all. but if we had had any idea of how much this would have hurt you, diavolo and i would have never let you leave. so yes, let’s go home.”
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