#omswd angst

[rashomonss]

your Learning to Adapt hc was amazing, i loved it sm!!!

that being said, i need a dateables ver., i crave the sweet succulent angst (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡

a/n: ahh thank you! I’m so glad you and so many others liked it omg!! I got a bunch of comments and asks for a pt 2, so due to popular demand here is a dateables + luke version of learning to adapt! hope you enjoy!

warnings: there will be some small spoilers concerning seasons 3 and 4 of the og! obey me, it’s nothing major though

readjusting | learning to adapt pt 1.

it’s not the same without you

Diavolo is left with remnants of you all around him. All the belongings you left at the Demon Lord's castle remain in the same spots they were placed in by you. None of them are touched, he can’t bring himself to.

A part of him feels as if he failed you somehow, he's supposed to be the demon prince yet he couldn’t even protect the person he cherished the most.

Whenever he eats dinner it always happens to be a human world dish. One of your favorites, for some odd reason he hasn’t wanted much Devildom food since you’ve left.

Diavolo goes through many stages of grief during this time.

At first he drowns himself in his responsibilities, so much so Barbatos questions if he is receiving enough rest.

However once you get him into bed he can never seem to get out, instead he stares at the pillow case next to him and sighs. Only a few months ago you were laying there next to him smiling as you both talked late into the night about anything and everything.

He loved talking to you. If anything he misses your voice the most. That reassuring voice always seemed to brighten his day as well as others around him. That lovely voice that would put him to sleep at night when he claimed to have trouble sleeping.

If Diavolo was honest he’d give anything to hear you call his name once again.

Barbatos finds himself lonely for one of the first times in his existence.

More often than not he’s gotten used to you being alongside him as he cooks or cleans around the castle. With that in mind he’ll turn over his shoulder to ask you something but then realize you're not there. Often times when this happens he’ll make a face then silently continue cleaning.

The numerous little D’s around the castle tend to worry for him because he’s always on edge lately. Especially after a certain trip to the market he made alone.

It was a morning like any other and Barbatos set off for one of his favorite outdoor markets. Diavolo requested a human realm dish and this place was the perfect place for acquiring human realm food.

You often went with him, explaining your favorite foods and what not to him when you got the chance. He loved leaning more about you at any given chance, especially if you were alone with him.

As he stepped into the market and gathered a few goods here and there he began to pay the shop owner and then man made a remark of him missing his other half. Barbatos knew that he was referring to you and with that he payed the shop owner quickly and then left.

Ever since then he’s stopping visiting that stall.

If he’s being honest he’s not fond of making your favorite dishes for Diavolo while you’re not here. However he’ll never mention that to anyone.

Simeon wishes to be an angel again, this was the first and only time he wished that.

If he was then…maybe he could possibly aid with your safe return. That’s what he tells himself anyway. Simeon can’t help but blame himself for whatever reason for your disappearance.

While you're gone he takes this time to comfort Luke as well as the brothers. If he’s able to keep a level head then it should make others less anxious.

He also takes up cleaning most of Purgatory Hall as well as the House of Lamentation when the brothers lock themselves away for certain periods of time.

Simeon tries his hardest to remain calm and distract himself with other hobbies he likes; however each little thing he does reminds him of you.

When he picks up a pen he thinks of how you adored his work, praised it even, as you laid on his bed while he told you numerous different story plots and tales he had for upcoming chapters. When he passes a store and sees only his reflection a pang is felt in his chest. Just a few months ago both of you shared a smiling reflection in a store window as you walked hand in hand with him.

He doesn't know how much more of this he can take, but he’ll never let anyone know that.

Luke bakes himself into exhaustion. Oftentimes he bakes recipes the two of you would make when you spent the night at Purgatory Hall. Recently however, Simeon has had to stop him because the countertops are overflowing with sweets as Luke puts a new cake into the oven.

Luke likes to carry out activities you both would do together, such as watching the same shows you liked to watch with him, or visiting the same places you would take him too when you weren’t with the brothers.

Luke misses you so much but he knows you're okay, Simeon told him so. Still that doesn’t calm his emotions any less. Because of this Luke continues to pray for your safety and will bless your belongings.

This has caused some issues with the brothers because they become unable to touch that item for a while.

Just like the others he sometimes will visit your room and just sit silently in there wishing and praying for your safe return.

Bonus characters

Mephisto finds himself ignoring the desk you use while you spent time in the newspaper club room.

Sure all of your belongings are there and in the same place as well as all the pictures of the brothers and your other friends. Even him. But he doesn’t care.

It’s not as if he dusts off your desk at the end of every week and does weekly checks on your camera to make sure it’s up to date and still has all of the saved pictures you took.

It’s not as if he hasn’t downloaded a copy of the photos on your camera to is own personal laptop and scrolls through the ones you took of you and him when he feels lonely.

Of course he doesn’t miss the human who invaded his club room and made it lively like they do to every part of the school they reside in.

He doesn’t even realize that he gets the same drink every afternoon from the vending machine. It’s not as if you brought it to him every time you showed up. He just drinks it because it’s good.

And no he doesn’t glance at the door every hour or so hoping you’d barge in. Thats ludicrous. But currently its only a hope in his mind.

Thirteen sighs as she looks across the Devildom. Usually you both would be sharing this beautiful sight together, however she’s alone today. Like always.

She deems it fine. But maybe company would be nice, maybe. She’s grown found of your voice, your company, and even the atmosphere you bring to a conversation. She could sit and listen to you for hours.

She still wears the friendship bracelet you made her. It’s never been taken off once. And since she’s had a bit of spare time while you’ve been away she made you a few. Maybe some to even wear in your next life.

Since she can’t give it to you currently she put it around the base of your candle, that she watches daily; hourly even.

For her favorite human to disappear out of the blue like this made her very protective of your soul. At times she finds herself blabbing to your candle when she’s had an interesting day, or if she has a new trap idea.

To her it’s nice talking to the candle, but she really wishes to talk to the owner of it more.

At first Raphael didn’t feel completely lonely like the others. He had a decent relationship with you but it wasn’t nearly as close as Simeon’s or Luke’s for that matter.

However a part of him can’t help but try to comfort the beings around him during this time. He does truly care for the brothers so he does whatever he can to help them as well as Simeon.

At the end of the day he does find himself missing you. The conversations you would have with him were interesting and he loved the sparkle your eye would hold when he talked about his days in the celestial realm when the brothers were still angels.

He promised to take you to the celestial realm a while ago and show off in depth how beautiful it was. You smiled at his promise and he always remember that.

Sighing to himself, he currently wished to walk with you through a celestial realm garden to ease his mind.

[another-lost-mc]

When MC Dies and is Reborn in the Celestial Realm Headcanons | THE DEMON BROTHERS 1.6k words | SFW | gn!Reader | Angst with a Happy Ending Content warnings: Implied Lucifer x Reader. Michael-centric POV. Mentions of (temporary) character death and grieving/mourning. A/N: This is an old piece that's been sitting in my Google docs for months. Without going into spoilers, playing Nightbringer last night reminded me of this.

DEATH

The demon brothers are in the RAD student council chambers when they sense something is wrong.

They visibly flinch and some of them gasp as a sudden emptiness washes over them.

Asmo is the first to notice that your pact mark on the inside of his wrist starts to fade.

The other brothers are frantic and start to palm over their clothes where your pact marks with them should be, realizing theirs are disappearing too.

Lucifer’s eyes go wide with realization at the same moment his D.D.D. starts ringing with an incoming call from Solomon.

Barbatos senses the seriousness of the situation and is already conjuring a portal to Solomon’s location.

Lucifer is the first one to step through, with his brothers stumbling behind him.

They arrive in the human world and see Solomon leaning forward in a chair in a bright, sterile hallway, his head down and hair falling over his eyes. His D.D.D. is still clenched in his hands.

Solomon looks up with tears in his eyes and he whispers in a strangled voice, “I’m so sorry.”

Diavolo and Barbatos have to intervene before the power caused by the brothers’ overwhelming grief threatens to rip the human hospital apart.

The demon brothers don’t attend your funeral, but those responsible for carrying out your final wishes are surprised that all the expenses have been anonymously paid for. 

Solomon and the Angels watch nearby as your human friends and family circle your grave and pay their respects.

Simeon tried to prevent Luke from going with him, but he was forced to bring him after Luke begged Michael personally to let him say goodbye.

Simeon has to carry a sobbing Luke away when it’s time for them to leave, but Solomon stands by your graveside as the sun sets.

After night falls, the demon brothers materialize behind him and he teleports away so they can have privacy.

The demon brothers stand like fractured shadows around your final resting place, frozen and eerily silent, and they slowly return to the Devildom one by one. Lucifer is the last to leave, just before dawn.

REBIRTH

Michael recognizes your soul the moment you’re reborn in the Celestial Realm as an angel nearly 10 years later.

You’re not an angel youngling like Luke; your body is eerily similar to your human form without the demon pact marks or the Sorcerer’s Society sigils etched into your skin.

He is alone with you and you look at him with uncertainty - you should be an empty shell, reborn with no memory or purpose except the Celestial Realm’s calling.

Curiosity prompts him to ask you your name, and you respond with the human name from your former life.

He realizes anything you do as an angel from this point forward will be tainted by the remnants of your former existence.

Michael takes a lot of risks as he bends and twists the limits of his power to allow you certain freedoms while he deliberates the best course of action.

You ask him oddly specific questions about the human world and the Devildom that a newborn angel shouldn’t be asking; you haven’t regained your entire memory, but he suspects it’s only a matter of time.

He promises himself that he will not lie to you even when you start asking more difficult questions, but he expects that will be easier said than done.

Your knowledge is lacking when it comes to the inner working and responsibilities of the Celestial Realm and he decides to tutor you personally.

He also makes a point to keep you separate from the other angels as much as possible, especially your former exchange student companions.

Simeon starts to suspect Michael is hiding something but he can’t figure out what.

Michael knows his threats don’t scare Simeon the way they do the other angels; he begs Simeon for his patience instead, which startles Simeon into reluctant agreement not to pry further into Michael’s noticeably withdrawn behaviour.

Michael finds you one night when you are thrashing in your sleep, and when he nudges your shoulder to wake you, you cling to him as you wail at the memory of your death.

After that night, the floodgates seem to burst and your other memories quickly return.

You pester Michael with endless questions about all the friends you left behind, specifically Lucifer and the other brothers.

Michael relents when you plead with him to tell you, even though he knows that it’s going to hurt you to learn the truth:

Your death triggered a lot of uncertainty and turmoil within the Devildom. Lucifer and his brothers became the worst versions of themselves as they struggled with their grief. Diavolo had to intervene with a firm hand to prevent them from completely undoing all the progress he made in uniting the three realms while you were alive.

Relations between the Devildom and the other realms became strained and uncertain.

Michael tells you that the exchange program had been suspended until recently, but the successful conclusion indicated that the Devildom had regained focus on continued peace and camaraderie with the Celestial Realm and human world.

You beg Michael to let you return to the Devildom, and he refuses.

You threaten to fall willingly if that’s what it takes, but he warns you that your circumstances are too volatile - he can’t predict what would happen to the ongoing stability of the three worlds if you should drift off this current path.

Despite his refusal to allow you to visit the Devildom, he sees how lost and broken you are.

He promises to come up with a way for you to eventually meet the demon brothers again.

You ask Michael if he thinks they still remember you, and he grudgingly admits that he thinks that they probably do.

RETURN

In an unlikely request, Diavolo receives a proposal from Michael that would allow a Celestial Realm representative to live in the Devildom on a long-term basis.

Diavolo tentatively agrees, seeing the olive branch for what it is and knowing Michael wouldn’t make that offer lightly.

The demon brothers (except for Lucifer) want to protest on principle, assuming the worst about Michael and they don’t hide their suspicions from Diavolo or their eldest brother.

Lucifer makes it his responsibility to bring his brothers in line so that Diavolo’s goals can be achieved, even though he is just as bothered by the idea as his brothers are.

Solomon is summoned to the Devildom, a rare occurrence these days. He agrees to Diavolo and Michael’s request to host their negotiations in the human world as a neutral party.

Diavolo insists the demon brothers attend as a sign of unity and good faith; they want to refuse, having avoided returning to the human world as much as possible since your passing, but finally concede after threats of punishment from Lucifer.

Michael feels overwhelming pity for his brothers when he sees them. He can see through their masks of indifference that your absence has haunted them, although he is surprised they truly cared about you that much.

As the meeting continues, Lucifer becomes increasingly annoyed by the sympathetic looks Michael gives him and his brothers from across the table.

When discussions are starting to wind down, Michael comments that you would be proud of the work the Devildom has achieved in your absence.

The unexpected mention of your name is like a trigger: Mammon pushes away from the table and paces behind his chair; Levi hugs his knees to his chest and buries his head; Asmo covers his mouth as he lets out a sob, eyes watering. Satan tries to rise from his seat with a growl, but Beel pushes him back down; and Belphie shoots him a murderous look.

Lucifer’s eyes narrow and he grits out that they wouldn’t dream of tarnishing your memory by failing to accomplish what you helped them work for.

Michael explains that he’s surprised an ordinary human could affect him this much.

Diavolo and Barbatos share a nervous look at the growing tension, and Solomon interrupts, proposing that they end the meeting for now.

Lucifer tells Michael to stop talking about things that he couldn’t possibly understand. He pulls out his D.D.D. and tells Diavolo that he and his brothers will be leaving if they’re no longer needed.

Michael asks him about the lizard charm swinging from his D.D.D., the plastic faded and worn down by time; he nods to himself when Lucifer’s only response is icy silence, like he expected nothing else.

Michael suggests that they take a moment to meet the proposed diplomat he’d like to assign to the Devildom, the sooner the better - he insists they’re very eager to begin their assignment.

Diavolo placates everyone by stating he trusts Michael’s judgement and meeting them now isn’t necessary.

Michael’s eyes twinkle with a strange mischief that Lucifer can’t explain.

After a moment, Lucifer hears the soft swish of feathers as someone materializes in an open doorway nearby.

He recognizes the familiar pair of eyes first, and they’re staring back at him with such so much longing and hope he can barely breathe .

Time seems to stand still for a moment as everyone in the room freezes with shared looks of disbelief, doubt, and shock.

When the spell is broken, it is with a flurry of activity: Lucifer moves first, launching himself across the room and pulling you into a tight embrace against his chest, your white feathers brushing against his black ones.

The other brothers quickly surround you, and you end up in a pile on the floor as the demons you missed so much whisper your name and touch your face as if they can't believe you've come back to them.

Barbatos and Solomon both watch in stunned silence, eager to know how these events unfolded but smart enough to know that those questions can wait for now.

Diavolo wipes a tear from his eye, chuckling happily as he and Michael stand and shake hands.

Michael watches with a mixture of envy and satisfaction when you return home with his fallen brothers.

[tokkaalaboca]

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♡ Warning; The following story doesn't explicitly say anything, but It is from a perspective that is (obviously) not doing good. You have been warned.

~

It was too ea𝕣ly to b𝕖 doing 𝕒𝕝l th𝕚s; 𝕥he senseless watching, senseless stalking, all over something so insignificant that if 𝕪ou were seeing it from someone you knew or a stranger; you’d’ve scoffed at their ridiculousness. But 𝕙ere yo𝕦 a𝕣e, watching, waiting.. Yearning. Yearning for a 𝕥ype of life you can never have, a life you’ve alway𝕤 wanted. The kind of life you dont deserve. 

In.. One, two, three.. Out… One, two, three. In... One, two, three.. Out... 

Breat𝕙es so gentle, so even, so calm𝕚ng, relaxing, you just can’t help but to listen. Moving ever so closely, the smell hits you all at once; the scent of old books, a hint of sandalwood and musk, scents you never knew coul𝕕 complim𝕖nt each other the 𝕓𝕖st, but is that true? Or is it only t𝕙𝕚s twisted love saying that? 

In.. Out.. In.. Out..

Ski𝕟, so soft, smooth to the touch; as if touching silk, silk, silk.. Silky eyes, silky hair, silky everything. Perfect. A masterpiece. More, you want, no, you nee𝕕 more. To feel their h𝕒nd in yours, to 𝕗eel their bre𝕒th tickle agais𝕟𝕥 your neck th𝕒t immediately rai𝕤es goosebumps, to just feel them, to revel in all they are! That's all 𝕪ou want! All you need! But how do you verbalize that to them when you can barely even understand this? How can you explain this obsession that has no rhyme or reason? That exists solely on an escape of reality; nothing more than a fantasy? But is that really what it is? Is it more than what you think it to be? Is it more than what you try to make it out to seem? Is it truly an obsession if you're only burying everything you're scared of? Truly the nightmare you think it to be?

In. Out. In. Out.

Why?! Why does it have to be like this? Why can't you just love like a normal person?! Why can't you just BE normal?! Be everything that you aren't?! Something you’ve always craved to be! Why can't you just tell them? Tell them everything; the good, the bad, the horrible and the worst. They’ve seen your worst, they’ve practically seen it all. But how can you show them your best after that? It isn’t like it's a secret. You just don’t know how to act. You're childish, irritatingly so, you overreact, you’re fucking you! You're horrible, of course they couldn’t want you, so now your stuck with these fleeting moments, stolen glances, where they only see you, like your the only light in their perfect life. Where regardless of the outside world, regardless of every hurtful comment they made unknowingly; you actually matter to them. Of course you’re still stuck on a fantasy. You’ll forever be stuck in a prison of your own making, thanks to your waiting. You’ll forever dwell on the what-ifs, the faux attention, the everything they show you when it’s just you two. So here you are; yearning to reach out, grab their hand, card your fingers through their hair, to feel the warmth radiating from them, but that will never happen as you're too much of a coward to tell them. So you sit here, reliving old memories spent oh-so carelessly with them. Their long gone; spending time with another.

IN, OUT, IN, OUT!

A prison of your own making, nothing more, nothing less. Days pass, the weeks turn into months, but the pain refuses to dull. Refuses to Leave you be, refuses to just.. Disappear. To stop hurting. Why? Why hurt yourself over something you knew could never work out in the first place? (Because you're an idiot.) Stuck in memories that were nothing more than a pesky flea to him, but were worth more than any jewel in the world to you. Hate. Hate, hate, hate! You hate this! You hate the fact you can’t control this one vital aspect of your life! Doomed to repeat the mistakes of so many people before you, all because of your twisted sense of love. Because, no matter who you try to be; you’ll always be you; someone that will always fail. Someone worth nothing more than a single glance.

~Tokka♡

A/N; Wow. It's been a minute. Classes have me occupied, but I have been working on 'Denial Is A River V.2' So that can be expected within the next week or so. Thank you to the few who ACTUALLY care enough to read whatever garbage I decide to write; It always puts a smile on my face seeing that someone liked a post. Have a good rest of your day/night/or whatever ♡

[herdecisions]

I love that me taking matchmaking quizzes opens the gateway for me to start simping for that character

[renomonarch5058]

Remember how I made that post about Mammon angst?

Well I thought of something else so prepare

:>

[another-lost-mc]

Mammon's the type of guy who will randomly remember that mc will die at a certain age and get sooo depressed, he can get this thoughts at midnight and go to mc's room just to wake them up and cry about their mortality

You're right though, it makes sense that Mammon might do something like that. Mammon adores MC and he's going to be devastated even thinking about losing them, up until he and his brothers find a way to prevent it. Because he will not lose them, he can't–

For demons, the passage of time means just that. Days turn into months turn into years turn into centuries, and not much changes. Demons take for granted that Solomon is a rare exception, not the norm, when it comes to aging and mortality. Most humans talk about time differently than demons, too—they realize it's a rare, finite commodity they have to make the best of.

Take Mammon's precious human, for example. He starts to notice little groans or hisses of discomfort they make when their body aches in ways it never used to. They scrutinize their appearance in the mirror more often, and realize their skin's not as firm—and is that a grey hair?!

Maybe Asmo notices too, those times when he scrolls through his Devilgram feed to look back on fond memories with you. He sees you all the time, but looking at photos from a year ago? Five years ago? He can see how much you've changed.

If the demons haven't figured out a way to address their beloved human's mortality already, something is going to remind them that they're running out of time.

[Mammon x gn!Reader, 0.6k words, sfw. Content warnings: references to death/mortality, grieving, angst.]

Mammon put on the cheesy-lookin’ human world movie because it was long after midnight and sleep eluded him. He figured if it was as dumb as it looked, he might finally doze off.

By the time the end credits start rolling, he's a blubbering mess.

He’s always cracking jokes and making sarcastic commentary during bad movies. Ain’t that the whole point of watching ‘em, to have a good laugh?

But sometimes movies catch him off-guard, like the one tonight. Usually they’re films you pick, the ones you promise he will enjoy and you’ll accept the consequences if you’re wrong.

(Maybe you make everything so much better just by being there with him.)

Mammon doesn’t like to think about the possibility of you not being there anymore. He already has to deal with your visits to other realms which is annoying enough, but he can deal with that. It's the thought of you being gone forever, the thread of your human life inevitably cut when you grow old, or if something happens to you—

He hates thinking about it. It’s like a black hole inside him that traps his heart in a vicegrip and makes it impossible for him to breathe. He takes for granted that most humans aren’t like Solomon—you won’t be around forever, and he tries so desperately not to think about it because it kills him inside.

He tries to do what everyone else does: carrying on and basking in the warmth of your very existence without considering what comes next. If the others worry about the day when you suddenly won’t be there anymore, no one else says anything.

(But sometimes Asmo frowns when you peer at your reflection in the mirror and joke about the little wrinkles you’ve developed, and Beel shoves more food onto your plate when he thinks you’re not eating enough, and Levi complains that you’re too tired to pull all-nighters with him like you used to.)

He wipes his eyes and curses this damn movie about the lovey-dovey human couple growing old together, how they lived together and loved together and eventually died together. It should be romantic, but it fills him with dread.

Mammon looks down at the pact mark etched on his skin. One day you’ll disappear, and your pact mark will too. He won’t be able to chase after you anymore to keep reminding you that he’s yours, and you’re his.

He rushes across the house in a panic and ends up outside your bedroom. He can hear you snoring softly on the other side, but the familiar sound is a small comfort. He cracks the door open, and the light from the hallway spills across a familiar lump underneath your blankets. He doesn’t mean to wake you when he slips between your covers and melts into the warmth of your body as he wraps himself around you.

You peer at him sleepily, eyes half-lidded and unfocused. “Wazza’matter?” you mumble with a yawn. You wrap an arm around his waist and snuggle closer to his chest. “Y’okay?”

Tears roll down his cheek and he swallows around the lump in his throat. He doesn’t answer right away—not until he suppresses the urge to sob uncontrollably, like he just did in his room.

“Just couldn’t sleep,” he whispers, and you’re too tired to notice the way his voice cracks.

“M'kay. G’night, Mammon,” you murmur as your breathing slows and your body relaxes in his arms.

He holds you close and matches his breathing with yours. He strokes your back and bites his lip whenever a new wave of tears fall from his eyes and drip onto your pillow.

He knows by morning the stains will be dry, the evidence of his despair washed away by time, just like you will be one day.

He's so exhausted but his heart is heavy. He doesn’t sleep.

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[rashomonss]

Happy Birthday

a/n: just a little something special for Lucifer’s birthday before the day is over, enjoy ♡

happy birthday my love

Lucifer was never one to make a huge fuss over his birthday. Of course while he enjoyed celebrating it with his brothers and his two friends, that was always it, nothing more happened during this time.

Sure he would receive birthday wishes and presents as well, but he could never find himself really caring about any of it.

While it did boost his ego a bit to have so many people care for him, he realized he could always have that on a normal day, so he didn’t pay much attention to his birthday. And honestly when you’ve lived as long as he has you tend to forget how old you even are. So thus his birthdays reduced to a nice celebration that he never really put much thought into.

That was until you came around.

The first year you celebrated his birthday with him turned into one he could never bring himself to forget.

He had been working late in his office that night paying no mind to what was going on around him as he finished up paperwork for Diavolo. The faint sound of his newly purchased cursed record played through the office, and a nice breeze was let in through a cracked window. Lucifer was tired, yes, but he was comfortable.

Once he finished up the last paper of the stack he was working on he set it to the side and groaned as he glanced at the other stacks.

Reality hit him and caused him to realize he needed a pick me up before he was going to get back to work so he headed towards the kitchen with the intent of making some coffee, instead however he was met with the sight of you in an apron holding a mixing bowl.

Lucifer stood in the doorframe and admired you for a minute as you hummed to yourself while you mixed the cake batter. Unbeknownst to him you had spent months taking baking classes with Barbatos in order to make him a perfect birthday cake.

As you happily mixed the cake batter you imagined what Lucifer’s face would look like when he was presented with the cake, and you couldn’t help but feel your chest swell with pride.

Once you finished you poured the cake batter into the pans then turned around to open the oven, that’s when you saw Lucifer.

Your face turned pale and you almost dropped the cake pan, to which the first born let out a chuckle.

Surprised and honestly freaked out, you commanded him to go to his office so he wouldn’t ruin the surprise you planned.

Lucifer claimed that he just wanted coffee and that his intention was never to ruin your surprise but you still told him to leave anyway. Sighing, he turned around and made his way back to his office. On the way there however he was greeted with numerous decorations all over the house.

“Had you done these yourself?” He wondered.

His brothers possibly couldn’t have done this because he checked on all of them awhile ago and each was passed out.

Did you really take time out of your day to make all of these yourself? Lucifer was honestly impressed to say the least; he couldn’t remember the last time someone put this much effort into his birthday. If he told his brothers something like that they would definitely get offended he thought and laughed at the idea.

He took his time walking back to his office since he was admiring the entire house and the beautiful work you set up.

After a few minutes you rushed into his office with some coffee and a few slices of his favorite princess poison apple. As you sat in his office and talked with him for a bit he couldn’t help but feel truly happy for once.

So he couldn’t help his curiosity when you hadn’t come back after a while. So again he made his way into the kitchen and was met with the sight of you smiling at a cake.

He then laughed and you just screamed in the process, which made him laugh even more.

“Go away! You’re not supposed to see this!” You screamed as he walked towards the cake.

“Lucifer!”

He ignored you and instead admired the cake you just finished. It was a beautiful light blue circle cake that was decorated with ruffles and pearl sprinkles. And on the top in beautiful cursive was ‘happy birthday lucifer’ in white icing.

You waited anxiously as he looked over the cake. Your nerves were all over the place since he hadn’t said anything and it had been awhile.

“So…what do you...think?” You asked after a minute.

“It’s beautiful…you did a wonderful job MC” he smiled.

“Can I try it?” Lucifer then asked, looking over at you.

“Well it’s supposed to be for tomorrow but-“ you started, but just as you spoke the clock struck midnight.

“Well technically it is your birthday now, so go ahead” you laughed.

Lucifer nodded and grabbed a fork nearby; then he took a small piece of the side of the cake.

“It’s very good,” he said after a minute. “Very sweet too.”

“Is it too sweet?” You asked nervously.

“No no, not at all, in fact it’s the perfect amount of sweet. Just like you.” He smiled as he leaned down to kiss you.

You laughed then spoke looking up at him. “Well if you like it I can make it again for you next year”

“I’d like that.”

“Then it’s settled,” you said.

You then went to kiss him again, but after you pulled away you grabbed him and pulled him into an embrace.

“Happy Birthday Lucifer, I love you”

“Thank you MC. And I love you too.”

___

His second birthday with you was spent in the human realm when they all came to visit.

It was honestly a very exhilarating birthday because who knew the human realm possessed so many interesting things to do on one's birthday.

After the whole celebration was over however you and him relaxed in his room cuddling as you recalled the events of the whole day.

But just as you both got comfortable you sprung out the bed and rushed out the door claiming you’ll be back in a second, and you were.

You walked into his room with the same cake you made him last year, with a single candle lit and all. As you made your way through the door you softly sang him happy birthday then placed the cake down on the table as you waited for him to sit down next to you.

Once he sat down you smiled at him then spoke.

“Happy Birthday Lucifer”

“I’m glad I was able to spend another birthday with you, I hoped you enjoyed it”

Lucifer’s eyes softened and he smiled at you. “MC I’m going to enjoy any birthday I spend with you. But thank you.”

“Make a wish!” You then said pushing the cake towards him.

“If you insist.” Lucifer laughed.

He took a moment and looked at the cake as if he was thinking of what to wish for, and after a minute he finally blew out the candle and looked up smiling back at you.

“Ooh, try the cake! How is it?” You then said grabbing a fork.

Lucifer opened his mouth as you fed him the cake then looked around for a few moments.

“It tastes sweet, and again it’s very good thank you MC”

“I’m glad you like it.” You smiled, then pressed a kiss to his lips.

“I love you Lucifer.”

“I love you too MC.” He smiled back.

“But this isn’t going to be the only sweet thing I’m tasting tonight is it?” Lucifer joked as he leaned towards you.

“What do you mean?” You replied playing dumb, but in actuality you knew exactly what was about to happen.

“Don’t play dumb with me, you know what I mean” Lucifer said as he walked towards you and lifted you over his shoulder.

A loud plop sound was made as you collided with his bed, and no later than a second he was on top of you.

This was going to be a long night…

___

His third birthday with you was spent again in the Devildom, this time however you came to visit.

A grand party was held in the Demon Lord’s castle courtesy of Diavolo and everyone had dressed up for the occasion.

Lucifer wore a stunning navy blue suit gifted to him by Diavolo, and you wore the other matching outfit. Due to this he found it hard to keep his hands off you that whole night, and honestly he didn’t care if others were watching him, it was his birthday so he was determined to be spoiled by you.

When it came time for the cake Barbatos had brought out a large one for everyone and placed it on the center of the table. Next he brought out a small cake with a single candle and placed it in front of Lucifer.

The first born looked at you and smiled as you saw the cake.

“I hope you like it.” You said placing a kiss on his cheek.

“I always do, and thank you MC”

Everyone then sang happy birthday to him as he prepared to blow out the candle.

“In hopes for another happy year with you.” Lucifer said softly, squeezing your hand. You squeezed his back and placed another kiss on his cheek then whispered quietly into his ear.

“Happy Birthday my love”

“Promise to spend my next birthday with me?” Lucifer whispered.

“Of course I promise, I’d never miss your birthday” you smiled.

Lucifer was going to hold you to that promise.

___

This was his fourth birthday with you.

As he opened his eyes he looked up at his ceiling and just sighed. He wasn’t in any hurry to get dressed or even to see anyone, after all it’s his birthday, shouldn’t he take his time?

When he opened the door and stepped out of his room he saw all your birthday decorations across the walls and doors. Each decoration was a mixture of his favorite colors and had an elegant finish, like always. And as he walked into the foyer the large banner that read ‘happy birthday lucifer’ in cursive was hung up like always.

His brothers had made him a buffet of all his favorite breakfast and brunch foods to celebrate, and they even wished him a happy birthday enthusiastically.

As they each ate he couldn’t help but be surprised all his brothers were actually out of their rooms. Nowadays most of them hole themselves in there and don’t come out, if they do it’s because he pulls them out, but nonetheless he’s happy they’re eating.

“Oh yeah Lucifer, Barbatos made a cake for ya, he said to check if you like it, if not he can make you another one” Mammon said as they all finished cleaning up.

Lucifer nodded and made his way towards the kitchen, wondering what Barbatos had made this time. As he walked to the cake display he looked down and felt his breath get caught in his throat.

The cake resting on the glass display resembled the exact one you had made for him for the past three years. The decorations, placing, frosting colors and all. It shook him to his core to see that cake, so much so he wanted to throw up.

He was trying his hardest to pretend that everything was okay and claim he could make it through today without you, but seeing that cake just about pushed him over the edge.

He couldn’t stand seeing the decorations you made for him be put up without you here. He couldn’t stand seeing that damn banner from last year hanging up. He told Mammon not to put it up mainly because he knew he couldn’t face the fact that you still weren’t here to celebrate with him like you promised.

Besides they all saw how Asmo had a full on mental breakdown when he saw the birthday banner you made for him last year hanging up, he didn’t want to go through the same thing.

But this cake.

This damn cake had broken whatever composure he was still holding onto. Sure he knew Barbatos meant well, but he should’ve just made something else because this was too much for him to register at the moment.

As he continued looking at the cake he couldn’t help but feel sick and upset, so in a fit of anger he pushed it off the counter and watched the glass cake stand and the cake fall to the floor and shatter into pieces.

Mammon rushed in at the sound of something breaking, and was then scared at the sight of his older brother looming over the cake Barbatos had made. Lucifer’s face showed many emotions, too many for him to register a specific one he was feeling, he hadn’t ever seen so many emotions on his older brother.

“Lucifer…are you okay?” Mammon then asked as he skeptically looked at his older brother.

“Clean this up.” Lucifer then said before leaving the room. Mammon looked at him surprised, and then rushed over to try and question him again but he had already disappeared down the hall.

As Lucifer made his way to your room he tore down every decoration on the way. A part of him did feel bad for destroying the decorations you put so much effort into, but he simply couldn’t stand seeing them up.

When Lucifer finally reached your room he opened the door then slammed it shut after he entered. He didn’t want to be around Diavolo or Barbatos or even his brothers today; he needed you.

But you were no longer here.

Solomon promised to bring you back but there’s been no progress on that since he left, and Lucifer still can’t help but worry with each passing day.

But he was hopeful that maybe, just maybe, you’d return for his birthday to spoil and pamper him like always.

You promised him…remember?

It was a silly wish he knows but it’s all he can do with you being away.

As Lucifer sat on your bed he heard his D.D.D ding and reluctantly picked it up to see who it was. The message was from Solomon, much to his surprise.

He opened his D.D.D to check the whole message and it read…

Solomon: Happy Birthday Lucifer!

Solomon: I love you ♡

Solomon: -MC

A single tear rolled down his face as he looked at his D.D.D.

Soon the single tear became many and Lucifer cried as he reread your message over and over again.

He didn’t care about anything anymore; he just wished you were here with him.

___

Solomon looked at the messages that showed ‘read’ and sighed putting his D.D.D back in his pocket.

He never told you he was still able to contact everyone from the present, but he figured he would at least do something nice for Lucifer since it was his birthday after all. So he sent those messages in hopes of cheering the oldest up.

Solomon then sighed again and looked over to see you smiling and laughing with this Lucifer as you served him a familiar looking blue cake.

At least one version of him was lucky enough to spend a birthday with you.

a little headcanon of mine is the reason the og obey game doesn’t do birthday events anymore is because you’re not there to celebrate with them, so they can’t bear celebrating their birthday without, therefore they don’t hold anymore events at all.

this is totally a headcanon and not me trying to gaslight myself into not facing the fact that the og game is actually dead ( ꒦ິヮ꒦ິ)

[another-lost-mc]

Drabble | Satan & gn!Reader 0.3k words | SFW | Nightbringer Angst

You find Satan during one of his tantrums.

He’s trashing the living room and no one else is in there - you're not sure where they are - but he senses your presence, and it’s too late to leave now.

It’s obvious that he’s upset, but you don't know why. You’re not entirely convinced he knows what he’s upset about, either.

He’s a rising storm when he approaches you, thunderous fury that he unleashes with his sharp glares and fangs bared when he hisses at you. He doesn’t hurt you - he doesn’t touch you at all, really - but his presence is suffocating, like a heavy fog that blurs your vision.

You used to know how to help him - the Satan from your time, the one that’s the same and so very different. You don’t know the young demon in front of you that’s hellbent on tearing this world apart to find a place where he belongs.

Maybe you’re exhausted from trying to pick up the pieces of his fractured family for a second time. You miss being home with the demons you know. 

You give him what he needs, an outlet for his frustrations, the only way you’re capable of right now. You stand before him unyielding, shoulders slumped with inevitable defeat. He probably doesn’t notice he’s already won and he’ll walk away and forget about this moment.

Until you go home again, you're powerless to do anything else but endure him the way he is.

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