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no warnings | gn!mc | not proofread <_<
ā¢ in the hustle and bustle of the devildom on the weekends, you always find yourself pushing through crowds in the street markets to buy groceries for the week. after being bumped into for the umpteenth time, you decide to let your step fall behind luciferās, that way if you were to be separated you could still see his large head above the crowd and make your way back to him. sensing your presence move from beside him, lucifer stops walking turning to look at you. āmake sure not to get lostā he puts a light hand on the small of your back to guide you in front of him as to not lose sight of you. occasionally, youāll feel his hands on your shoulders moving you forward without letting you stray from him.
ā¢ you and mammon sit shoulder to shoulder staring at the black screen of his ddd. there wasnāt any reason to be nervous, but mammon was anxiously awaiting to hear from his agent if he had booked a new gigāan small role in a new d-drama. the acclamation was one thing, the money another, mammon hadnāt stopped talking abt it since his audition. finally his screen lit up: an email notification. he opened it slowly and yelled āwe did it!!! we did it! oh man, youāre my good luck charm we gonna be so rich!!!!ā he threw his arms around you and jumped in a circle, mammonās happiness is your happiness as well.
ā¢ in front of the computer screen, one hand on the mouse other on the keyboard, levi kept giving you directions on where to go and what to do even though he said he would let you play the game yourself. āwait, wait if you turn around and walk through tht wall thereās a secret cave full of ss grade items! no, no turn around arghā he puts his hand on your shoulder and points in the opposite direction in which you were moving āliterally itās a wall covered in vines. i found it on accident my seventeenth time playing through it hahahah that was the round i completed the fastestā¦ā his story is much harder to follow when his voice is this close to you, but you never want to miss his words.
ā¢ many food ingredients in the devildom remind you of things you can find back home in the human realm, so you decide to try and recreate a meal you already know. while stirring the pot, you feel someone approach you from behind āhmm? what is it that youāre making?ā itās satan itās his head titled to the side. he had placed his hand on the counter trapping your waist between himself and the stove, his other hand placed on his hip in curiosity. his fingers tapped on the marble, his eyebrows furrowed and unfurrowed. you dipped the spoon in and brought it to his lips to taste.
ā¢ there were so many formal events held at diavoloās castle you began wondering if it really was so imperative that you and everyone had to attend every single one. racing down the hallway, you hear asmoās voice āoii your tag is sticking out. sigh, come here, come here!ā you stop in your tracks, your hands shooting to the back of your formal attire. you can hear asmo chuckling. ālet me seećā one hand gracefully touches your side, the other you feel down your collar tucking your tag back into place. āthis is perfect timing,ā he says from behind you, āi need someone to help me zip my dressāŖā
ā¢ without you asking, beel takes bottle from you hand and twists the lid off for you. āhumans are so fragileā he mentions and hands it back to you, not tht you needed his help to open a bottle of raspberry juice. with that thought in mind, you managed to spilled some down your chin. are you a child? beel chuckles to himself, putting one hand on the top of your head, the other takes out a handkerchief and wipes it off for you. punctuating his handiwork with a head rub he adds āhumans are so clumsy, too.ā you drink your juice more carefully this time.
ā¢ a new cafe was opening downtown! the first hundred patrons would receive a mystery prize and a free parfait topping! while scrolling devilgram you saw the post and called belphie over to look. he places his head on your shoulder to look over your shoulder at your phone. āah, im pretty sure thatās the same place i was talking to you about last week? when i said we should eat a strawberry parfait togetherā he lazily drapes his arm around your shoulder. though, youāre sure he did not ask you to eat desert together, maybe he had dreamt about it.
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ā¦.basking in your presence. mika is content anywhere as long as youāre the person beside him. running errands with you goes beyond being a favorite pastime of his, itās a genuine honor of his to be allowed to spend the most mundane hours of life with you. holding your grocery bags while talking about the colors in the advertisements youāve seen in store windows, making up names and stories for puppies seen tied to cafe tables outside, predicting the weather, discussing how intelligent humans are for inventing things for even the smallest of inconveniencesāin the silence between topics mika thanks that god over and over again that someone could love a half broken product like him. he feels truly blessed by you, especially if you find the right time to rub his head or scratch under his chin. in the small times you spend together, he blushes so much around you that you begin to believe he really is just a cherry cheeked kind of boy
ā¦.pinching your cheek and clicking his teeth. only you can hear the care in shuās nagging, the softness in his correction. only he can see the hair on your head thatās out of place, the tag sticking out of your shirt. brushing a hair out of your face while your hands are full, fastening your necklace for you after youāve fumbled with the latch for a minutes or so, retying your shoes for you mumbling about how childish you truly areāshu canāt admit it but he really does enjoy just taking care of you. youāre a precious artifact to him, something that needs delicate hands and a proper home. taking note of the colors you wear often, the times of year you sneeze the most, the kind of drinks that you cringe at, whether or not you enjoy the guitar and if he should find ways to incorporate into his work..even in his own little world, there remains a spot for you. somehow youāre approval has also become vital to his projects, knowing you believe in his genius gives his a sense of pride like heās never felt when heās done this alone. after so many years of safe and cold porcelain skin, shu never realized how strong his craving was to feel something so warm and inviting until now
warnings: alcohol mention | drunk mc | a party scene, ofc (horrific!!!!!!) | but gn reader as always >_<)7 and maybe some typos i dunno
ā” you had never actually considered going to one of those āasmo partiesāāspending so much of your time exhausted from devildom antics, swamped with language homework you couldnāt make sense of, and the overall overwhelm of your exchange, you just couldnāt find the time or energy to look into it. this particular asmo party, however, was going to celebrate his birthday making this asmo party even more asmo themed: everyone should wear as much pink as possible and glam themselves up as much as their pretty little bodies could handle. something about that made you feel giddy and annoyed at the same time, not really knowing whether or not it was a good idea to go.
ā” that night had been filled with an electricity you hadnāt been used to as well. unconsciously, you really wanted to impress asmo, and wanted to make sure you looked good in front of all the guests he loosely called his friends. maybe his sin was peppered in the air, you hoped people would look at you and know that you knew asmo in ways that they would never think to imagine, that you had seen him really cry or that you had even seen him with a bandaid over a pimple on his forehead (thought you hadnāt ever seen the actual pimple). that your proximity to him would incite anything in them: anger, jealousy, awe, admiration. maybe that feeling was new, maybe it wasnāt. the venue was dark with varying shades of pink and white neon lights, all sorts of beings were pressed together in a way on alcohol could make cozy, the sound of the music drummed deep in your chest making your own heartbeat unrecognizable. you wondered is this the right idea? since you would, undoubtedly, see asmo again in the morning at home and would wish him happy birthday then, instead of watching him turn over a new year at midnight tonight. he thought himself to be the whole world like this, it made you smile how strange he truly was.
ā” the only worry you had was whether or not you would get to see asmo at all! the air was hot and sticky, the people around were singing and yelling and laughing and all of their faces were unrecognizable to you. thereās no earthly way someone could have actually known this many people, but then you supposed asmo had thousands of years to make friends. or maybe he hadnāt. there was also a surprising amount of humans at this party which lifted your spirits slightly: there would be something other than demonus here tonight. worming your way through the crowd, you found the bar, the bartenders all wearing paper masks with asmoās smiling face on them. definitely weird, definitely on brand. asking asmo number five for something from the human realm, they poured you something pink and shimmery and you downed it in haste. it definitely was not champagne. but you couldnāt ignore the warmth andā¦..and confidence it was giving you. you asked for another.
ā” the ācountdown to asmo dayā was projected on a screen behind the dj, ten minutes and fifty-four seconds. how long had you been here? this whole thing suddenly feels really funny. you start to giggle with a sparkly drink in your hand. hey when did you order this drink? hehe. it tasted sooooo good though maybe someone gave it to you with a smile because you looked sooo pretty tonight? hehe. well, you knew better than to drink an open drink anyway. you blinked slowly and staggered backwards bumping bodies with someone, not uncommon. giggling again you turned to apologize. oh! you found him! asmo! he had a wide eyed expression. āwhatāre you doing here? and like this too?ā he gracefully stole the glass from your hand and smiled. āyou look gorgeousā he added. hehe asmo was always so forward wasnāt he? you could smell demonus on him, but you really couldnāt tell he had been drinking at all. and what sort of question was that? what other reason could there be to go to an asmo party? that made him laugh in a way that made you swoon in a way you normally wouldnāt allow. maybe he hadnāt noticed maybe he had. asmo told you he was flattered you came this time after many many months of asking you to attend one. wishing you two had walked in together to turn heads and gain gasps from his audience. somehow you were just sober enough to roll your eyes at such a statement, but unable to tell if it was bass or butterflies in your stomach.
ā” the āasmo dayā timer ticked on minutes went by that he stood and talked with you. you donāt remember when he had taken your hand in the conversation, whether to steady or you because he liked doing so you didnāt have the mind to wonder. your drink still in his hand like an accessory. anger burned in your chest inexplicablyāwhy was he down here talking with you? shouldnāt he have been on stage taking in the excitement when the asmo-faced ball dropped down the miniature tower? you had been shouting over the music all night, so maybe your tone hadnāt changed when you said this. asmo kept on smiling at you, but his eyes softened. āi really wish i wouldāve known you were here tonight.ā he had leaned into your ear to say that. something in your chest burned again. what the hell is that supposed to mean? and shouldnāt he be up there hosting his party. he leaned in again. as much as this is an asmo party, the majority of it is mostly, he said to you, for showāthe humans; the incubi; the demons; those sneaky, sneaky angels; they werenāt here for asmodeus, but for what he represents: unadulterated and limitless access to their deepest desires. asmo always found himself being incredulously honest with you, and here he was telling you that it wasnāt him they desired, but the desire itself kept them drawn to him. you blinked hard and he laughed. āunfortunately thereās no one else in the devildom who can host a party like i can, after attending an asmo party every other party will feel like a five year oldās birthday,ā he spoke while waving that glass on the air, the glitter in it spun but not a drop sloshed out. āand besides, iāve already gotten everything i wanted out of this party about ten minutes ago.ā his smile morphed into a smaller, more intimate one. you couldnāt help but wonder if anyone else got smiles like this or if it was just for you. that shimmery drink hadnāt given you the confidence to ask him that.
ā” asmo was impressive, maybe you were truly seeing it for the first time. the atmosphere was both lighthearted and intense. all the bodies around found ways to flirt with each other, touch each other, give each other knowing looks before sneaking out of the crowds. you had even noticed a larger amount of eyes on you than usual and, without meaning to humble or self deprecating, you knew it was an effect of the party: the secret wants of someone bubbling beneath the surface of their everyday life was brought beneath asmoās moonlight, unclothed, inspected, and accepted. encouraged, even. he looked over his unruly crowd with a pleasure of his own, something almost paternal in his eyes. you called to him again. the countdown had begun from thirty. when asmo turned to look at you, you noticed the way he looked at you. innocent. not that he thought of you in that sense, but that he hadnāt looked at you with the intention of eating you up. maybe it was that drink, but this really annoyed you. the crowd calling numbers annoyed you, the way people came and went touching asmoās arms and shoulders and waist annoyed you, the fact that he felt like babysitting you in the crowd instead of putting on a show on stage annoyed you. also the way he trusted you with his secrets was starting to annoy you. half teetering, you leaned into his chest hoping to press your lips against his and to your bewilderment, he pulled away biting his own intensely. āyou donāt understand it,ā he panted ābut iāve really, really been holding back. because itās you.ā the look in his eyes where the ones you had been longing for. the countdown concluded in a series of cheers and applause, the crowd all pulling the ones nearest to them into lust filled kisses. only you and asmo stood staring at each other. the energy, the smell, his hand in yours, the look on his faceā¦you leaned once again and said ādid you really think you were the only one?ā
