Hello! Last night I was thinking about Eddie and Volt’s Realization ending and some posts about the player moving out of the house after everyone leaves and my brain spit this out. The focus is on Eddie and Volt, but I’ll have as many characters joining in as possible. For now, it’s only a set of headcanons, but if people are interested in oneshots or even a fic I’d be happy to write it! Just let me know. My ask box is open for requests!
Before you read, this will have spoilers for Realization endings and I want to tack on a content warning just in case. There will be some themes of loneliness and OCD/Hoarding, but I won’t be going too into depth. If you want a scale, it’ll be much less intense than Jerry–maybe closer to Hoove’s thing.
The Discovery
Eddie and Volt are very much caught up in their own lives and business for a while–after all, starting a Real Estate business is no easy task. You’re there to cheer them on from the sidelines, and they visit when they can. It’s just almost always meeting up at a bar or club for a quick drink, dance, or chat.
Once they settle in a bit better, however, the two start visiting you at home. Eddie’s mostly focused on making sure the electrical panel and the house’s wiring is in working order (and not going to burn the place down), so it’s Volt who spends time with you. Over the course of their visits, he notices that something seems to have changed.
It’s little things at first. You’re quieter, more subdued, and the hugs you give them before they leave feel just a little bit tighter. Then one day he comments on how the wall paper upstairs might need replacing–the corner’s been peeling for years, after all–and you immediately shut it down. When he tries to have a discussion about it, you accidentally refer to the wall as ‘him’ before shutting down completely.
That’s when Volt notices something–the house has not changed since the day the last object-turned-human left for their new lives. Koa had sent you new furniture pieces, he knows, but none can be found anywhere in the house. There’s a fine layer of dust on most surfaces, and every object he lifts leaves behind a perfect indentation to mark where it “should” be.
It takes a few more visits for the two of them to finally bring it up to you, and the reason you give them is heartbreaking: not only do you miss your friends and lovers, but a part of you is afraid they’re still somehow connected to their original objects. What if you vacuum up all the dust bunnies and something happens to Dolly? Would accidentally knocking over the ship-in-a-bottle that was once Jacques be breaking him?
Eddie and Volt’s hearts break as they realize the accidental hell you’ve trapped yourself into, and sure, maybe Eddie is supposed to be working on not carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, but they decide they can make an exception just this once for their Live Wire. They know they can’t leave you alone in this empty house terrified that any change will ruin the lives you’d worked so hard to give to the dozens of people you’d grown to love.
The Intervention
The first step is a lot of phone calls, starting with Teddy, Jerry, Chance, and Lady Memoria. Chance’s certifications in Psychology come in handy for talking you through your fears, especially with Jerry there to remind you of how you helped him. Sure, his junk wasn’t exactly alive in the same way these objects had been, but it’s nice to not feel alone. When things get to be too much, Teddy is there for a comforting hug and encouragement. That’s when their fifth guest arrives: Beau.
When they first propose the plan to you, you’re absolutely against it. However, Beau reasons, she was the embodiment of every cardboard box in the house, not just a single object. It wouldn’t kill her to lose just one. Besides, if it will help you, she’d gladly embark on such a treacherous adventure–what’s one hand or ear in the grand scheme of things? If anything, she’ll have an incredible story to tell her campers.
Once that first box is carefully cut down to a more manageable size with a box cutter and placed in the trash without any harm to Beau, that’s when you break down with relief. From that point on, it’s time for Memoria to take over–with some help, of course.
Objects are sorted into three categories: Functioning, Non-Functioning, and Fixed. One by one, the people that represent the parts of the house you absolutely can’t take with you visit to reassure you that they won’t be hurt by being left behind. By the time Jean-Loo is dragged in both to apologize for his silence and tell you that it’s alright to not take actual toilets with you, you’re feeling rather silly about the whole thing. Most of their visits are, of course, spent reminiscing and enjoying each other’s company, beginning to fill the void you didn’t even know existed.
For the non-functioning category, Hoove and Freddy actually encourage you to buy replacements for the objects they used to be. All the major appliances in the house that you could take with you are either past the end of their warranty or just about at the end, and they all agree they’d rather you have safer, better functioning ones than get caught up on sentimentality. Again, each of them gets a tight hug upon departure, leaving behind a promise to visit or at least communicate a bit more often.
Finally, the functioning category. Memoria gives you four options: keep, storage, trash, or offer it to the person themselves so they can decide. You and Lyric split your book collection, well-read copies full of sentimental value that even a first edition couldn’t replace, Diana encourages you to keep using your diary, and Barry is delighted to take you to replace your old cosmetics with new ones.
Weeks of work pass, and once it’s just you, Jerry, Teddy, Chance, and Lady Memoria left, the house is emptier, sure, but much lighter. You thank them with tearful hugs and whispers of love and support. Then, finally, you’re alone–that is, until Volt and Eddie arrive and ask you to come with them.
The Surprise
It’s a short drive to their newest property acquisition, one spent with quiet conversation about how you’re feeling. You thank them for caring enough to help pull you out of that hole you were in, and Eddie simply smiles while Volt tells you not to thank them just yet.
The house they lead you into is quite a bit bigger than your old place. Eddie talks about the work he’s put into redoing the ventilation, electrical, and plumbing while Volt paints a picture of what each room could be–a gym and an office, of course, but also plenty of guest rooms, a library, a music room, and even a game room. Finally, at the end of the tour, they make you an offer: your old house for this one. A fresh start, one where you’ll have room for the friends and lovers that you now know miss you just as much as you miss them will be able to come and visit–or even stay with you fully with their own spaces–to spend time with you and engage in the activities that you’d bonded over.
When asked about the price difference between the two properties, they simply wave it off, telling you not to worry. The secret? Several of your more successful object-turned-human loved ones decided to chip in to cover the cost. It’s a gift made with love and care–after all, none of them want their beloved human to be alone. That house had, for many of them, been a veritable prison. They can’t stand to leave you to that same fate.
Koa was overjoyed when you finally accepted his gifts of new furniture, with each and every couch and bed that passed through your door stamped with his utmost seal of approval. Washford and Drysdale insisted upon handling the landscaping themselves, and both your front and back yards became the envy of all your new neighbors. Artt, Daisuke, and Hector took it upon themselves to ensure artworks of every kind had a place on the walls and surfaces. By the time everyone who wanted to had left some sort of personal touch on your new abode and you and those who had chosen to take up a more permanent residence had finished settling in, the place was bursting with the life and love that you hadn’t even known you’d been missing.
There’s a part of Noelle that idly wonders when her relationship with Kris took a turn into what it is today. But the thought makes her smile somewhat bitterly, because she knows she’s fooling herself. She knows the answer.
Because here’s the thing: Noelle remembers vividly the last day she ever spent hanging out with Kris.
Or, a more specific catalyst for Noelle and Kris' falling out after Dess' disappearance.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
(A kriselle fic I wrote.
My first contribution to the Deltarune fandom, and my first contribution to fandom at large in a very, very long time.)
wanted to post this before I get to bed. I wrote this half-awake, and I feel like it contributed to this drabble.
contains: half-asleep Haruka and his sappy boyfriend.
Haruka’s eyes flutter open, gazing at the graying clouds obscured by the steady raindrops tapping on his window. He’s wearing Makoto’s flannel, a few sizes too big, buttoned unevenly, and pleasantly snug. There’s warmth radiating behind him, stroking the back of his palm with light, feathery touches and humming a soft, breathy tune into his ear. It was a sweet, fruity voice, making the darkest depths of him soften and lean back deeper into the gentle embrace.
“Did you just wake up?” Makoto asked him, breathing out a laughter which makes his heart lurch. Haruka peeks up at him, and he’s wearing his glasses in the most ridiculously attractive way possible, smile ever present, the only difference being the endearment written so clearly in it. The smile that belonged to only Haruka. Butterflies flutter in his stomach.
“Yeah, I did,” Haruka answered, pawing at Makoto’s English fairytale book so he could bring it down. The scent of chamomile is breezing through the air, partly from Makoto’s breath, and partly from the balancing teacup on the side of the bed. Makoto catches him eyeing it in interest, and he holds it up with a smile.
“Do you want some?” Makoto asked, tilting the cup a little to show the thin liquid swirling inside it. Haruka takes the cup with both hands, sipping it tentatively while Makoto tries to translate the English text of his book. Warmth pools in his stomach, and a shuddery sigh escapes his lips as he drowns himself in Makoto’s radiance.
“The...the...uh, what’s it called?” Makoto mused, staring at the illustration with his eyebrows creased. Haruka’s eyes are bleary as he tries to read the text, purring while Makoto massages his temple. “Little. Little, there.”
Haruka whines a little, highly contrasting to his usual behavior. He knocks the book out of Makoto’s hand and flips over, burying his face into his sweater. Makoto laughs and leans on the headboard of their bed, pressing a soft kiss into his matted hair.
“Does Haru-chan want attention?” Makoto teased, propping them upright while Haruka sniffs the addicting perfume brand Makoto wore.
“Drop the ‘-chaaaaaan,’” Haruka slurred, sloppily pressing a kiss to Makoto’s shoulder. Makoto chuckles and pulls off his glasses, folding them and placing them on the bedside table. “Why were you drinking that when you weren’t gonna sleep?”
Makoto smiles at him fondly, pressing a small kiss to his eyelid, saying, “I didn’t expect you to wake up from your nap, so I drank some to sleep with you. It affected you a lot quicker than it did to me, though.”
Haruka pouts and blinks slowly, forcing his eyes open just to defend himself.
“I’m not sleepy,” Haruka muttered unconvincingly. “The tea tasted bad.”
Makoto lets out a mirthful laugh and stares at the man he was enamored with with so much adoration glimmering in his forest green. Haruka hums and wraps his arms around Makoto, breath steadying itself into a rhythmic pattern.
“Makoto?” Haruka slurred, staring up at him with eyes clouded with exhaustion, though the shine of his affection glimmers as clear as day. “I love you.”
Makoto’s heart leapt as his smile widens, tears stinging the corners of his eyes. He kisses his boyfriend so very softly, reveling in the rough plush of Haruka’s lips against his. He pulls away with a sigh and grins at Haruka, who’s eyes are closed and lips are parted in a deep slumber.
Did You Really Expect The Toilet Man To Be Your Husband? (Date Everything | Jean-Loo Pissoir/Player, 1.3K Words)
Spoilers for Jean-Loo's Realized Ending! For some reason, I just got really amused by the whole thing and decided to write this. This is completely gender neutral reader insert, by the way. I tried a new style for it, so there's no use of second person or (Y/N). This was the first fic I've written in a while, though, so I had a lot of fun!
Jean-Loo didn’t have a birthday. His parents hadn’t really seen a point to it. After all, he would eventually strike out on his own as some form of installed bathroom plumbing, never to see them again. However, if anyone asked for a date that he’d celebrate his life on, it’d be the day his previous owner-turned-lover freed him from the porcelain prison of excrement collection and made him into an actual human. That was, after all, the day his life truly began! He’d left the house with dreams of finally, finally getting the recognition Lil’ Crapper deserved–fame, money, fans, all of it–and, to his credit, he did somehow manage to release two albums that went Porcelain, a new category created just for him. Unfortunately, a Porcelain Record turned out to be more of a joke award than anything. Turns out calling his style of rap ‘crapping’ lended itself to too many jokes at his expense no matter how incredible his skills might be. Sure, he was still getting royalties from his music, but it wasn’t really enough when faced with the actual expenses of life.
His brilliant partner had suggested that each newly realized household object attend college and, after one year of dedication to his career as Lil’ Crapper, Jean-Loo had had to throw in the towel and take that advice. Specifically, he’d had to take out student loans. Life as a toilet trapped in a single house did not lend itself to knowledge of finances in the human world, of course. In his defense, he’d been most focused on figuring out personal hygiene after the fifth person actually gagged at his breath while speaking to him face to face. After one of his fellow students heard about his story and the interest rate on the loans he’d been looped into, Jean-Loo found himself being pushed to take courses in Finances to understand the terrible decision he’d made. Turned out, however, that his skills pertaining to flow were not limited to rap, drumming, and plumbing–knowledge of cash flow came to him quite easily.
So, that’s how the brilliantly talented Lil’ Crapper the Rapper, once destined for stardom, became the vaguely exhausted Jean-Loo Pissoir the Accountant. It was perhaps not the life he’d always envisioned, but it was enough to keep a roof over his head–very important after he’d practically blown up his relationship after agreeing to help his partner with taxes that turned out to be so nightmarish he’d immediately ghosted so as to not have to deal with it. Not the best moment of his new human life, to be sure, but it had to be done.
Some of his coworkers had disagreed with his decision, arguing it couldn’t have been that bad. However, his cubical mate, Derek something-or-other–perhaps Jean-Loo should have at least glanced over at his name placard to learn the full name of his first friend outside the house, but shitty habits die hard. He hadn’t even learned his partner’s last name, after all–had at least attempted to be understanding about it. “Sure,” he’d said, “you just understood you weren’t equipped to handle that kind of case yet. You should still probably call.” Jean-Loo knew he should. He still didn’t.
Now, as he crouches behind his cubicle wall, face pale and sweat already beginning to bead on his forehead, he’s really wishing he had. Derek, who he’d been talking to only mere moments before, stares down at him, brow furrowed with confusion. “What’s the matter with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” No, Jean-Loo has seen a ghost before. This is worse. So much worse.
“You take the next client,” he hisses, still crouched out of sight. All that gets him is more confusion. With a grunt of frustration, he pulls the paperwork from his desk, holding it up and pointing to the name. Derek leans in, squinting behind a pair of thick glasses before his eyes widen in recognition and flick to the person who had just entered their office space. “Oh, that’s–”
“Yes.” Jean-Loo groans, staring up at the ceiling in a silent prayer to whatever god might be listening to save him from this situation. “And you still haven’t–”
“Yes.” The look Derek gives him is something between sympathetic and bemused. “You left that? I mean, that fantastic red shirt alone–”
“I know!” Jean-Loo near shouts, burying his face in his hands. The people in the cubicles across from them are watching now, any other work or conversations forgotten in favor of watching his suffering. Before he can try to get out of this, however, a terribly familiar voice full of anger fills the room. “You.”
After only a brief moment of considering whether he could get the window open and jump out before getting caught, Jean-Loo’s shoulders drop in defeat. He looks up into those beautiful eyes with the best smile he can muster. “Mon cœur! It’s wonderful to see you again.”
“Oh, don’t you even start.” There’s giggling from the next cubicle over. This must be what hell is like. There’s a sigh and the shake of a head before a hand is held out to help him up. Jean-Loo takes it, avoiding eye contact. “I was going to call, I swear–”
“Were you?” Derek interrupts, and Jean-Loo wants to strangle that shit-eating grin off his face. “Because I’ve been telling you to do that for months.”
“Shut up,” Jean-Loo pleads, but Derek is already holding out a hand for a shake. “I’m Derek Walters, one of Jean-Loo’s coworkers. I’ve heard all about you.”
“I wish I could say the same.” The pointed glare directed at him has Jean-Loo actually flinching. “Mon amour–”
“Save it.” The hand held up to silence him and pinched brow would have been enough even without the verbal request. “Let’s just get this over with.”
The conference rooms always feel a little cramped, but today it feels near suffocating, especially with the dead silence and glare being leveled at him. Five minutes in and Jean Loo has already loosened his tie, sweat dripping down into his collar as he reviews documents and valiantly avoids eye contact with the person who is ostensibly the love of his life. Finally, he cracks. “I really was going to call.”
“Oh, were you now?” He winces again, the dry disbelief in those words hurting more than he’d like to admit. “I wanted to?”
“Just focus on the paperwork, Pissoir.” His shoulders slump, jaw working for a moment as he tries to come up with something to fix this. “Your finances are in much better shape now,” he offers, “I’m impressed.”
“That is what tends to happen when I’m not dealing with a federal investigation into the dozens of new people I unleashed into the world and can instead focus on my actual job instead of relying on my savings.” Right, he’d heard something about that. Out of options, Jean-Loo finally resorts to simply saying, “I’m sorry.”
Skeptical eyes stare at him. “Go on.”
“I should have called you back.” A nod, another gesture for him to continue. “I’ll come over tonight after work?”
“And how long will you stay?” This feels like a trick question. It is a Friday, though, so he does have some time on his hands. “Until you tell me to leave or I need to go to work?”
Another nod, this time accompanied by softening eyes and a slight smile. It feels like a weight is being lifted off of his chest, and he can finally focus on doing his job properly. For all his troubles, Jean-Loo receives a quick goodbye kiss on the cheek by his desk. When the office door finally closes behind his beloved partner, he collapses into his desk chair. It rolls back a bit, bumping harshly into the edge of his desk as he hunches over and once again covers his face with his hands, ignoring Derek’s questions about how the meeting went. Instead, he simply whispers, “Shit.”
---
Hope you enjoyed reading this! If you did, feel free to send any Date Everything fic requests to my inbox.
ANOTHER BARRY FAN SPOTTED!! Can we get some Barry Relationship Hc's?😊❤️💄
Hello! I saw this one and immediately got very very excited, so I wrote some pre-Realization and post-Realization headcanons. I'd be happy to expand or add more if anyone's interested!
Barry Styles Relationship Headcanons
Pre-Realization:
Barry took the idea of finding things to hyperfixate on together very seriously, though he’ll never force you to participate in a hobby or interest that you aren’t feeling the same way he is.
The king of parallel play dates–you two can engage in separate activities together and regularly show the other what you’re doing. The month where he got really into crochet led to each date night ending in a small crocheted animal being presented to you. By the end, you had a toucan, a puffin, and a crab. The puffin and the toucan had accurate colors, but the crab was hot pink.
Movie nights are almost always documentaries–you take turns picking the topics. He’ll almost always tend towards nature documentaries or documentaries about the fashion and makeup industries.
Between him and Amir (but mostly him), your confidence in your appearance has never been higher. He makes a point of making sure any makeup you wear is for the right reasons.
Have worries about your skin or hair care routines? Boom, new hyperfixation for him. He’ll figure out the perfect products while reassuring you that you’re perfect even with slightly frizzy hair or a breakout.
Post-Realization:
The big fear Barry first got when he started traveling and realized that he couldn’t remember what country he was in was that he’d forget how to get back to you. You were entirely sure he wouldn’t–especially since the companies he worked with were given a heads up to make sure he was well taken care of–but that didn’t stop him from worrying.
To help, you created a sheet of stickers and a stamp that listed your phone number, your email address, and your home address. The stamp is used on the first page of every notebook he buys, and the stickers are put on random objects he owns: the empty space below the keyboard of his laptop, his favorite makeup case, anything. That way, he can always know how to contact or get back home to you.
This does also mean you get called when he loses one of these things, but it could be worse. Whenever he comes back for a visit, you have a box of his lost belongings waiting for him.
He loves going over the notes he takes specifically of things to tell you. When he’s home, you two will sit on the couch together to read and talk about them. Otherwise, you’re the lucky recipient of many, many rambling video chats and phone calls.
Oh, if he couldn’t find the right products for you before? Now he’s going to make them. There’s a reason all his best products are for your skin type. He’s never more excited than when he gets to present you with a new formula guaranteed to work for you–or, well, when he gets to give you a gift in general.
He’s a very thoughtful gift giver, especially now that he can write down ideas and notes about what you like.
The choice that ended the Roaring was a mad gamble made in equal parts desperation and hope. What followed was reconstruction. Castle Town dissolved into rubble, releasing its chokehold on the school’s supply closet—the viscosity of its darkness fundamentally rearranged.
As the last light of every dark fountain blinked out at once, something else grew in their place.
Or, that one fic where Dess comes back wrong and Kris becomes a scientific glassblowing apprentice.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I'M BACK IN THIS FUCKING BUILDING AGAINNNN
This is a Krusie fic. Which I realise now the summary just fully does not disclose. Welcome to my Krusie agenda.
I swore I would upload this in August like a filthy liar, and then I didn't. But I'm putting my money where my mouth is. Finally.
Could I potentially get a small thing of a vary creative MC drawing one of the boys and just, silently giving it to them, refusing to elaborate, and just walking away
You absolutely can! Ok, let's do this one with just the brothers to start. Feel free to request the dateables next!
Lucifer:
Lucifer is flattered but also doesn't pass up the chance to tease MC about not being honest about their affection for him! Because of course he does, it wouldn't be Lucifer if he wasn't a pompous ass when receiving a gift. (A pompous ass that I love so much, I'm very much a Lucifer fan, it's awful)
He's going to corner them against a wall away from his brothers under the guise of thanking them for the gifts: "You have a wonderful eye for art, MC--it makes sense that it was only drawn to me, just like the rest of you."
Mammon:
He immediately regrets his gut reaction, which is to wave MC off and then make a show of crumpling it. Now MC is crying, and he's panicking, hugging them, and telling them how much he loves the art--he pours all the compliments he holds back from MC into their art.
Next time they're in his room, they'll notice it framed on his wall, something he's quick to brush off: "Well, the wall looked empty, and the drawin' was ok, I guess. Don't read into it or nothin', it's just a placeholder until I get something better." (Lie)
Leviathan:
Ego trip of the century--he has a drawing of himself from MC. It's one of a kind, from someone he loves, and will make all of his brothers jealous. He doesn't even care that it's some normie show of affection. It's his, and nobody else gets to have it.
That drawing is going to become his D.D.D. background and his social media profile pictures: "I can't believe you wasted your talent on such a gross otaku like me! Do you think you could draw me in anime style some time?"
Satan:
I'm a firm believer in Satan being a soft romantic at heart. He absolutely sees this as a courting gift and decides he needs to step up his game for MC. For the next week, they'll find roses, trinkets, and love notes that seem to almost magically appear everywhere they go.
The big surprise at the end of the week is what Satan was stalling for--he's written them an original love poem that he presents to MC with a bouquet of rare, human-safe devildom flowers: "Your drawing was beautiful, so I decided I needed to make something worthy of you in return."
Asmodeus:
He's never going to shut up about this. MC has created a monster--a clingy, rose-scented, affectionate monster. He's going to post this to social media and pay for it to be boosted to everyone because MC managed to capture him in all his glory down to the smallest detail.
Asmo would spoil MC rotten over this. He's going to buy them all the art supplies. On the downside, he's also declared himself their muse: "Oh, darling, do tell me when you want to do another drawing. I'm always happy to pose for you in private~ ♡"
Beelzebub:
I am weak, so MC drew him during a Fangol game. It's a rough sketch, mostly catching his action and form, but Beel loves it. He carries it around with him to show all his teammates because his human is so talented that they could draw him when he was moving!
He desperately wants to know how MC did it. Now he wants drawing lessons: "Can you teach me how to do that? I want to learn how to draw you so I can draw you when you're cooking. That way, when I eat while you're in the Mortal Realm, it'll be like you're here with me."
Belphegor:
Belphegor is going to be a brat about his gift. Why did MC draw him asleep with bedhead? It doesn't matter if they think it's cute. He thinks he looks silly. Ok, maybe it matters a little if they think it's cute.
He's going to display it in the attic as a reminder to check his hair when he wakes up from naps. Belphie still loves it, though: "Next time, leave out the bedhead, MC. Or just come nap with me."
Can you do part 2 and 3 for ‘selfless MC headcannons’? (I really love your writing btw)
Hello, Anon! I actually wrote part 2, but I was silly and reblogged the original post instead of making a new post. So, if you've been waiting for Selfless MC Headcanon, here's the solo repost! I hope you enjoy it! <3
Lucifer:
Lucifer genuinely feels like he’s Fallen all over again. He didn’t just jeopardize the Exchange Program’s future, he also caused MC an incredible amount of pain when all they’d done is try to please him and take care of those around them. As the others start organizing efforts to find MC, Lucifer just sits in his chair thinking through every horrible thing he’d ever said to them, every achievement he’d dismissed, every threat he’d made, every flaw he’d criticized.
His pride won’t let him join the search or spam their D.D.D., but it will let him hole himself up in his room to wallow in his own guilt. He swears to himself that he’ll make this up to them, whatever it takes. If he has to, he’ll swallow his pride for a public apology. This man will not be able to sleep or work until MC is located. When he does leave his room, it’s in rumpled clothes and messy hair as he wanders the House of Lamentation, dark shadows prominent under troubled eyes.
Mammon:
Mammon feels like he’s about to throw up. The panic hasn’t left his body since he found MC’s room empty that morning, a note placed on the perfectly made bed explaining how they’ve been feeling and why they’re leaving. He hasn’t let anyone take the note, crumpled and stained with his tears, from him, not even Diavolo. This was the first person who ever treated him like he had any value and stood up to his brothers on his behalf, and in return, he treated them like dirt. The memories of every gift or word of praise they’d ever given him is simultaneously a million times more precious than the best of his possessions and enough to make him retch.
He’s the first to set out looking for MC, wandering the streets of Devildom while constantly calling their D.D.D. Every time he reaches voicemail and hears their voice on the greeting, his hearts sinks a little further as he leaves a rambling message asking where they are and begging them to call him back. He’d give all his treasures just to have them back, and he promises himself that once MC is found he’s going to spend the rest of MC’s life telling them everything he’s wishing he’d told them, even after they leave Devildom. He’ll never let them protect him from Lucifer’s punishments again.
Leviathan:
Leviathan initially allows himself to wallow in self-deprecation. Of course MC left, he’s a gross Otaku that messes everything up. However, as he listens to the others talk about how they treated MC, he realizes that this isn’t the time to make things about him. That’s when the guilt starts to set in. Once he realizes that all of MC’s attempts at friendship were genuine, it feels like his heart has been ripped out of his chest. All they’d ever tried to do was be kind to him. If he’d just trusted it, he could have had a friend to watch anime and play video games with. He had someone who actually sought out his company and he treated them like a thief.
He’s not one of the boys who will initially start the hunt for MC. At first, he sits alone in his room sending message after message to MC, willing the “sent” to turn into a “read” so he at least knows he’s reaching them. Then he’ll take to the internet, trying to find any traces of them. Finally, he’ll join the search in the 3D world for the first normie who he’d ever considered a friend. He just hopes he isn’t too late to tell them that.
Satan:
Satan is livid. It takes three of his brothers, including Beel, to restrain him from physically attacking Lucifer. Instead, he berates his brother for everything Lucifer put the exchange student through, eventually doing the same to each person present. When his brothers finally release him, he stalks out of the room to return to his own. After all, the only person left to be angry at is himself. He knew what was happening and didn’t do enough to stop it–maybe he even made it worse by giving them tips on how to please his selfish brothers.
He’ll join Mammon as soon as he hears there’s a search for MC. Not even cats are enough to distract him from the task at hand. He’ll send the occasional message, hoping like Levi for “read” to appear under one of the messages so he knows MC is at least receiving them. However, most of his messages are directed to those who stayed at the house in case MC came back, just in case they’d come home since he asked 30 seconds ago. Satan promises himself that if MC comes back, he’ll protect them better from his brothers. Nobody is ever going to make them hate themself this much as long as he has any say in the matter.
Asmodeus:
Asmodeus is absolutely inconsolable. He can’t believe that his darling devoted MC was going through this much and never told anyone. It takes him through the first day to figure out what the emotion gripping his heart is–guilt. He feels guilty for taking MC for granted, for not giving them the praise they so obviously deserved. He should have told them they were beautiful, how much he appreciated them, and that he loved them. He’d never had to charm them for their affection–they’d chosen to give it to him freely. Now he’s afraid he’s lost that for good.
He’s going to be one who waits to see if MC gets home, posting updates on social media asking people to send in any potential leads. Every new comment makes his heart leap, but for the first time in his life, he’s disappointed by ones that just contain empty praise. Like Mammon, he’s blowing up their phone with calls that always end in tearful voicemails. He promises himself that he’s going to shower them with the praise and pleasures MC deserves if they ever come home.
Beelzebub:
Beelzebub is heartbroken. This gentle giant never wanted to hurt MC, and he actually loses his appetite when he realizes they were going hungry to keep him fed. His head is full of MC’s smile and kind words as he listens to Satan’s angry words, absorbing and accepting every single one. He feels repulsed by his sin and how it clouded his judgement, never letting him see how much MC was sacrificing for him and the others.
You’d think he’d be one to join the search. However, his guilt manifests in a different form–Beel starts cooking in anticipation for MC’s return. No matter how much his stomach rumbles, he won’t touch anything he’s made, opting to eat leftovers out of the fridge. These dishes are for MC when they get back, and he’s going to keep cooking until they’re here to eat. He’s dedicating himself to making sure MC never goes hungry again, especially not for his sake. While he cooks, he keeps his D.D.D. handy, checking obsessively for news.
Belphegor:
Belphegor is about to realize he doesn’t hate one human as much as he thought he did. This is reinforced by the guilt and grief he can feel from Beel that mixes with and highlights his own. When he tries to go sleep it off, he realizes he can’t. All those times he faked not being able to sleep unless MC was with him have unfortunately made that a reality. He confines himself to the attic to sulk, tossing and turning restlessly in bed as he thinks over his mistreatment of MC. Belphie wonders how much of their life he disrupted for his selfish games as the pit in his stomach steadily grows.
Belphie absolutely wants to go search for MC, but the sheer exhaustion from lack of sleep makes him more of a liability than a help. Instead, he stumbles between the kitchen, where he makes sure Beel remembers to eat occasionally, and MC’s room. He lies on their bed, burying his head in the pillows that smell like them in hopes that it’ll be enough for him to go to sleep. He wants to text and call them like everyone else, but genuinely doesn’t believe he has the right to after all he put MC through. He decides that if they ever come back, he’s going to actually put in the effort to befriend them and remind them of how much he and his brothers care for them.
Diavolo:
Diavolo is furious with himself–it’s the only reason Satan gets away with his beratement. This human was his responsibility, he should have realized they were in pain and done better. Now they’re gone and could be in danger. He was so selfish, so blind. When he and Barbatos are alone again, he has to ask if the butler knew, if his order to not interfere with the future is what let things get to this point. Barbatos doesn’t have to answer–Diavolo already knows the answer.
If any of Devildom’s inhabitants choose to look outside their windows over the next few days, they’ll most likely be met with the sight of their prince in civilian clothes, mud and litter clinging to his shoes as he searches his kingdom, D.D.D. in hand. His work is abandoned on his desk at R.A.D. as Diavolo dedicates himself completely to finding MC. He practices in his head what he’ll say when he finds them, how sorry he is, how important they are to him and everyone else, and how that will never change.
Barbatos:
Barbatos seems indifferent, but on the inside he’s frantic. He’s picking through every possible future where they find MC, trying to piece together where they might be. Every time he runs across one where they never find MC or, even worse, find them dead, his blood runs cold. For the first time in his long, long life, he resents Diavolo’s orders to not use his powers, wishing he could put an end to all this and bring MC home.
Though he knows he shouldn’t, Barbatos nudges search efforts towards the places he sees most often in the future paths. He stays at the castle–just in case MC decides to go there–and takes a similar approach to Beel. He prepares food, tea, and a guest room, trying to check his D.D.D. as infrequently as possible. It’s almost always bad news, one of the spots he suggested coming up empty, but at least it isn’t the worst news. Still, every time the damn device beeps, Barbatos’s heart stops.
Simeon:
Simeon feels numb. He knew something was wrong and he didn’t try hard enough to fix it. The angel occupies himself by taking care of Luke, but the younger angel falls asleep eventually, leaving Simeon alone with his guilt. He finds himself in the sitting room of Purgatory Hall, a place where he and MC had often shared tea and chatted together, thinking about them. Are they somewhere safe? It looked like it was about to rain last time he looked outside, did they bring a jacket with them?
He wants to be out searching, but he knows if he went then Luke would want to go to and the smaller angel might slow the others down. Instead, he texts the rest of the search party regularly requesting updates and suggesting supplies to bring with them for all of the possible scenarios MC might be stuck in–food, water, blankets, fresh clothes, medical supplies, anything. If he can’t be there when they find MC, he’s definitely going to make sure all of them are prepared for any of MC’s potential needs.
Luke:
Luke feels like his world is crashing down around him. He was supposed to be MC’s guardian angel, but all along he was hurting them! He’s no better than the demons. Luke ends up sobbing in Simeon’s lap until he falls asleep. However, even in his dreams, he sees MC’s face. These dreams slowly turn into nightmares where he can see MC, sad and alone, but can do nothing about it. After hours of him crying in his sleep, Solomon is finally enlisted to charm him into a dreamless state so he can recover.
He desperately wants to go search for MC, arguing fiercely with Simeon when the older angel denies his request. Finally, he gives up and heads to the kitchen to bake. He bakes everything he remembers MC liking, pushing away the lingering worry that they only pretended to like it to make him happy. He won’t make them eat any of it, it’s just the thought that counts. Still, he decides when they get back he’s going to sit down with MC and ask them about their interests, likes, and dislikes. He’s going to be a better Guardian Angel from now on.
Solomon:
At first, Solomon thinks this is a sick joke, all part of MC’s master plan. Unfortunately, as the story starts to come out, he comes to the unfortunate realization that there was never any master plan, only a human desperate to prove themself and be of use. He should have treated them better, shouldn’t have made them do all of his chores, should have tried to be their friend. He let jealousy blind him, and now he’s paying the price. He can feel how distressed Asmo and Barbatos are, so he tries to tell himself any distress he feels is just from them. He’s wrong.
His job is to head to the Mortal Realm on the off chance that MC managed to make it back there. His only guide is the folder about them from the beginning of the Exchange Program, which gives a vague idea of their background and where they’re from. He walks the streets of their hometown, wondering how homesick MC must have been–nobody in Devildom had treated them with any sort of kindness, especially him. He occasionally texts MC using his D.D.D., begging them to tell him where they are, telling them how sorry he is, and promising that if they come back safe he’ll do all of their chores for the rest of the exchange program.
Hopefully this will live up to y’all’s expectation–I tried to incorporate enough angst and regret since I occasionally like punishing my favorite characters. Let me know what y’all think, and I’ll see you for part 3! (Seriously, if you reblog this with a review I will love you forever)
