cute fanfic! Reader x Satan, second person, slightly angsty(?) turned fluff, comfort
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You’re angry. Terribly angry. Ever since RAD, wrath bit at you with venom. It was taking all you could not to punch a wall. Back in the House of Lamentation, you festered in your room for a good while and set your D.D.D on Do Not Disturb. Everyone was confused and worried, wanting to come to you and comfort you, but Satan guarded your door like it was his life on the line.
You’d hear steps approaching your door, and then a low growl. Not even Diavolo could get close, not with Satan in his demon form and snarling at anything and anyone. You knew why he was there, and it eased you slightly when the feeling of understanding spread through you. Satan, Avatar of Wrath, knew what it was like to be in the clutched of wrath the best, and how to handle it.
“Satan, you must-“
“Don’t even get close, Lucifer..”
After a few deep breaths, your anger dissolved into exhaustion. Now, you just felt drained. When you’re creating your own storm in your mind, it takes a lot of energy, and a lot of wasted time.
The door slowly opened behind Satan, both of the demons turning around in shock to see you. How tired you looked, and were those tear stains? Lucifer stood still, as Satan turned around to face you completely.
“Are you sure?” Within a few seconds of eye contact, Satan moved aside to allow you space.
“Thanks Satan, for everything you do.” You smiled softly, then faced a distressed Lucifer. “I apologize for worrying you and everyone.. I just needed space.”
His brows furrowed slightly, observing you and checking for any signs of injuries or wrath. All he found was exhaustion clearly written in the way you could barely hold your smile; written in the way your eyes drooped, with your shoulders sagging.
“No, no you need not apologize.” He sighed softly. “You may rest and take tomorrow off. I will inform Diavolo that you’re not well, and make sure all my brothers respect your space. Do tell us when you decide to shut us out, we were.. concerned.”
You nodded your head slowly, and gave Lucifer a surprise hug. His body went rigid, then reciprocated your affection trifold. You heard Satan huff behind you. After mumbling a thank you to Lucifer, you separated from him and hugged Satan next.
“Don’t thank me, I was only doing what anyone would have wanted.” What I would’ve wanted.
“Cat cafe, next weekend?” You offered, and laughed softly when Satan perked up.
“It’s a date.” He murmured, rubbing your head affectionately like you were a cat.
For once, Lucifer didn’t say anything and left you to it. Satan led you inside your room, albeit surprised when you tugged him in as well.
You both spent the time in comfortable silence, napping together. Your face buried in his chest, and legs tangled with his. An open book sprawled open in Satan’s hand from when he was reading to you.
Little did you know, Asmo snuck inside and clicked a pic of you two sleeping soundly (which you saved as your pfp the next day).
