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Roof-Top Shenanigans

It was a peaceful afternoon at the House of Lamentation, well, as peaceful as it could get with demons and one eccentric human roaming around. But for MC, peace was always an opportunity for a little chaos. Today’s grand scheme? A classic meme reenactment. With Solomon as the perfect target.

MC stood on the roof, squinting at Solomon, who was walking in the garden below with Asmo. Mammon, ever the accomplice, stood beside them, arms crossed, muttering about how they better not get him in trouble this time.

“Are you sure about this?” Mammon asked, looking nervously around, “If Lucifer catches us—"

“Shh! This is important, Mammon!” MC replied, giving a mischievous grin as they spotted their target.

Taking a deep breath, MC cupped their hands around their mouth and yelled across the yard, "WHAT'S YOUR NAME?!"

Solomon paused mid-step, his head tilting slightly as if confused, but when he saw MC perched on the roof, he quickly realized what was happening. A smirk tugged at his lips, and without hesitation, he yelled back, “WHAT?!”

Mammon looked at MC with wide eyes, stifling a laugh. “Oh, Diavolo’s gonna love this.”

MC, rubbing their hands together like a true villain, called out louder, "WHAT IS YOUR NAME?!"

Solomon, now fully in on the joke, burst out laughing as he shouted back, "SOLOMON!"

Without missing a beat, MC gave him the finger, “FUCK YOU, SOLOMON!”

Asmo, standing next to Solomon, gasped dramatically, his hand flying to his chest in mock shock. “Oh my stars! MC, such vulgarity!” But Solomon was laughing too hard to care, playing right along.

Still laughing, Solomon shouted back, "WHAT'S YOUR NAME?!"

“MC!” they yelled back, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

With perfect comedic timing, Solomon yelled, “FUCK YOU, MC!”

MC cackled, “FUCK YOU!”

“FUCK YOU!” Solomon echoed, pointing right back at them.

MC’s grin grew even wider as they prepared the next line. “HEY, YOU KNOW WHAT I DID LAST NIGHT?!”

Asmo blinked, looking between MC and Solomon, utterly lost, but still entertained. “What on earth is happening?”

Solomon, knowing where this was going, shook his head with mock seriousness. “YOU BETTER NOT BRING MY MOTHER INTO THIS!”

“I’M GONNA!” MC shouted back gleefully. “YOU KNOW WHAT I DID?!”

“YOU BETTER NOT!” Solomon warned, laughter bubbling up in his voice.

MC dramatically pointed to their left where Belphie, Satan, Beel, and Levi were lazily lounging around a bonfire. “I BUILT THAT FIRE OVER THERE!”

Solomon squinted toward the group and, catching on, smirked. “OH?”

MC didn’t miss a beat. “THEN I FUCKED YOUR MOTHER NEXT TO IT!”

Solomon immediately roared with laughter, clutching his sides as he yelled back, “FUCK YOU, MC!”

MC fell into a fit of hysterical laughter, collapsing to their knees on the roof, tears streaming down their face. “FUCK YOU!”

From the corner of the yard, Levi, who had been half-paying attention to the bonfire, glanced up. “Wait, what did I miss?”

Belphie, unbothered as usual, muttered, “Something about fires and mothers. Don’t worry about it.”

Satan chuckled. “Just another day with MC.”

Beel, munching on a snack, simply nodded. “Sounds about right.”

As the laughter between MC and Solomon continued to echo across the yard, the door to the House of Lamentation creaked open. Lucifer stepped out, his expression already dark with irritation. He took one look at the scene—MC still howling with laughter on the roof, Solomon doubled over by the bonfire, and the rest of the brothers being their usual selves—and immediately sighed.

Without a word, Lucifer turned on his heel and walked back inside, muttering something under his breath about "needing a vacation."

“Worth it,” MC whispered, wiping away a tear, still grinning.

The living room of the House of Lamentation was unusually quiet, which was never a good sign. MC stood in the center, their expression twisted in frustration as they paced back and forth like a caged animal. The brothers watched from a safe distance, sensing the impending explosion. This wasn’t the usual kind of annoyance, like when Levi hogged the Wi-Fi or Mammon tried to steal their snacks—no, this was something else entirely.

MC suddenly stopped pacing and threw their hands in the air, letting out a dramatic groan that echoed through the room. “You know what? I’ve figured it out! I know what God really wants, dammit!”

The brothers blinked in unison, caught off guard. Satan arched an eyebrow, while Mammon looked around nervously, as if expecting lightning to strike at any moment. Asmo, always the drama enthusiast, leaned in slightly, eager to hear what was coming next.

MC’s voice grew louder, filled with exasperation. “He wants me to kill my motherfucking self!”

There was a beat of stunned silence. Beelzebub paused mid-chew on a sandwich, while Leviathan’s game controller slipped from his hands. Lucifer’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing, waiting to see where this outburst was headed.

“But the joke’s on him!” MC continued, their voice rising to a near-shout as they jabbed a finger toward the ceiling, as if personally challenging the heavens. “I ain’t gone give that motherfucker the satisfaction!”

A beat, and then…

“Wait, what?” Mammon blurted out, his confusion clear as day. “Did ya just—what? MC, what the hell are ya talkin’ about?”

MC threw their hands up in mock exasperation. “You heard me! If there’s some grand cosmic plan to mess with my life, well, guess what? I’m not playing along! God can take that idea and shove it right up his ass!”

Belphegor, who had been dozing on the couch, cracked one eye open and mumbled, “Pretty sure if anyone’s getting a rise out of this, it’s you.”

MC shot him a look, but there was no real heat behind it. “Yeah, well, maybe I’m tired of getting kicked around by fate, or destiny, or whatever cosmic nonsense is at work here. I mean, what’s next? A divine memo telling me I need to take up knitting to ‘fulfill my true purpose’?”

Leviathan finally recovered from his shock, picking up his controller again. “If God’s out here trying to troll you, then maybe you should just… uninstall?” he suggested weakly, half-joking.

MC’s laugh was more of a snort. “Right! And where’s the ‘leave game’ button, huh? You see it anywhere? Because I sure don’t!”

Asmodeus sidled closer, a playful smile on his lips. “Darling, if the universe really is conspiring against you, it’s doing a pretty terrible job. I mean, look at you—you’re still here, still fabulous, and still driving us all crazy in the best possible way.”

MC couldn’t help but grin at that. “Damn right. I’m not going anywhere. God’s got another thing coming if He thinks I’m checking out early.”

Lucifer, who had been silently observing the entire exchange, finally spoke, his tone dry. “While I appreciate your… spirited determination, perhaps it’s best not to challenge divine entities so casually.”

MC crossed their arms, smirking. “Let them try me, Luci. I’ve got an army of demons, an endless supply of sarcasm, and enough stubbornness to outlast eternity.”

Beel shrugged and resumed eating. “I’m just glad you’re not planning on going anywhere. We’d miss your cooking too much.”

There was a collective groan from the others, but it was clear that the tension had broken. MC’s outburst, as wild and over-the-top as it was, had become just another bizarre moment in their chaotic life with the brothers. And honestly? That was just fine with them.

With a final huff, MC plopped down on the couch beside Belphie, grabbing a pillow to squeeze. “You know what? Forget divine drama. I’m just gonna focus on what’s important—like how to get Mammon to finally pay back that money he owes me.”

“Hey, what the hell!” Mammon yelped, his face turning red. “I said I’m good for it!”

MC’s laughter echoed through the house, and the brothers joined in, the earlier tension now nothing but a distant memory. After all, when you’re living in the Devildom, sometimes the only way to deal with cosmic absurdity is with a good sense of humor—and a lot of sass.

MC walks into the dining room for breakfast, wearing a scowl on their face. The boys notice -

Satan, sensing their mild anger behind their expression: What has you so irritated so early in the morning?

MC: I had a rude-ass dream. Some disembodied voice *looks pointedly at Belphie, who is fighting for his life not to laugh yet* said, "Hey, wanna hear a funny joke?" l'm a fan of jokes and do what voices tell me in my dreams, so I say, "Yeah, sure." Then my 8 AM alarm went off. Prick.

Belphie fucking loses his shit and is left crying with laughter in the fetal postion on the floor.

How would the brothers act during an argument?? Have a good day btw :3

Thank you anon, hope you have a good day too

Brothers during an Arguement

I feel like there's 2 levels of how they'll act depending on what happened; the "I'm going to kill you" where they'll rough up each other like typical siblings, or the "I'm going to kill you" where they'll leave whichever brother offended them on death's door

We often see Mammon owing Levi either money or something else for example, that's a typical siblings quarrel, the result of which is either Mammon doing a favor for Levi, Levi choosing a punishment for Mammon, or if it gets to the point where it's disturbing everyone else in the HoL Lucifer is going to intervene and string them both up

Such other examples include: Beel eating all the food in the house, misfired prank devised by the Anti-Lucifer League, destorying/stealing a personal item, etc

Now Satan may be the avatar of wrath but when any of the brothers get truly pissed off, it's hard to tell who's the true avatar of wrath

They can get so beyond angry, so beyond pissed, their aura can and will become so fear inducing that even Mc can't help but be scared of their beloved demons if there's ever a "I'm going to kill you" type arguement

Of course one of them must have done something almost unforgivable for any of the brothers to get to that level of pure wrath, except for Satan of course, he's a ticking time bomb but he's ours :)

Lucifer: any arguement he's apart of (where he didn't have to intervene in the first place) is typically because one of his brothers didn't listen to him, a more destructive than typically Anti-Lucifer League prank is pulled, or his belongings are messed with

Mammon: ... it's Mammon, almost any arguement he's apart of is because of money to some form or another, if it doesn't involve money then the next likelihood is that he's had enough of being called a scumbag or some variation of degrading name

Levithan: the topic, most of the time, involves his otaku collection, whether he's being hindered from getting more stuff to add to the collection, it's been defaced to any capacity, or it's been sh!t talked to such an extent that Levi can't help but to defend it with all his might

Satan: everything and anything, it's Satan, though if you want to get a bit more specific the topics might typically be the brothers being loud, a Lucifer prank gone wrong, or his book was damaged

Asmodeus: he'll probably get into an arguement if one of the brothers messes with his room, his clothes, his makeup, his beauty/self care routine, his chance to get with a potential partner, stuff like that

Beelzebub: he's not one to get mad or into arguements easily but if he does it's because of something like one of the brothers ate something he had his name on, one of the brothers picking on Belphie (mainly when Belphie isn't in the mood/isn't doing okay) ... I'm going to be honest I can't think of much Beel would get into a fight about rn

Belphegor: He'll typically get into a fight because the brothers are being to loud for his liking, for some reason or another the brothers stop him from sleeping for an extended period, or he's to tired to deal with the brothers' schemes/shenanigans

Im dealing with a bit of writer's block so the ideas started to fizzle out towards the end there. Sorry for taking a bit to answer your ask

-The way to a demon's true form is cuddles-

When comfortable and very relaxed, and mainly alone with mc/you, the demon brothers shift into their demon forms, on purpose or not, and you can't change my mind about that

I imagine when cuddling or sleeping with Levi or Belphie and they'll let their demon forms out, they'll curl up slightly and wrap their tail around you

Levi's tail will wrap his tail mostly around the legs and arms, and maybe if he's a bit more needy then normal, around the torso

Belphie's tail will wrap around any and everywhere, he'll even let you use the fluffy bit of his tail as a pillow or cuddle buddy sometimes the tail will even move on its own to be held by you but Belphie will never admit it

Sadly Satan's tail is too sharp to be allowed to be cuddle with, unless precautions are taken, but if there's a nice plush blanket wrapped around you or his tail then it can be cuddled with

When cuddling or sleeping with Mammon or Lucifer and their demon forms make an appearance, they tend to wrap their wings and arm(s) around you

Mammon being the clingy boy he is, likes to fully wrap both of his arms and both of his wings around you, he requires to be held or doing the holding there is no other way (unless you just don't care to have demon form cuddles)

Lucifer is okay with almost any cuddling position (he's a bit iffy if you want to be big spoon though) he's happy as long as he's holding you to some capacity, although his two favorite ones are where he is big spoon and he'll wrap his wings and arms around you or the other where he'll hold you with an arm and 2 of his wings

Although Asmo and Beel both have wings their wings are not as sturdy and a tad more delicate then Luci's or Mam's are which sadly means theres a slight risk if their wings are laid on, but that doesn't stop demon form wing cuddles

Idk why but I feel like Asmo probably has the weakest wings so he can't just wrap em around you while sleeping to make sure they dont get crushed, but he does like holding your hand and laying his wings on top of you while laying on his stomach if his demon form does decide to show itself

Although Beel's wings are stronger then Asmo's, he still has insect wings, so he can only lay them on top of you sadly, but when he's really happy/comfy, which mainly happens when he's holding you in his arms, his wings will make buzzing sounds

Mc: 😠

Demons: 😥

Luke: ... What's going on?

Solomon: Mc is upset at the brothers, Diavolo, and Barbatos because they "didn't come home."

Mc: Correction, I'm upset at the brothers, Diavolo, and Barbatos, EXPECT for Lucifer. Cause at least he comes home to me!!!

Lucifer: *standing with a smug look on his face*

Demons: But Mc 🥺

Mc: *turns back to them* I don't want to hear it. If yall don't want to come home that's fine, guess I'll just only ask for Lucifer from now on.

Demons: BUT MC!!! 😢

I'm here

Comfort fluff with Levi bc I'm feeling very sad and I love Levi with my entire heart. This is also the first time I've written something in about 3-4 years?? So I'm sorry in advance if this isn't good lmao </3

You're having a little meltdown bc of your head while sleeping in Levi's room and he does his best to comfort you

It was unusual that you would fall asleep after Levi but here you were tonight. Your boyfriend asleep while you were wide awake at some ungodly hour of the night. Thoughts were piling up slowly the longer you stayed awake, you just wanted to sleep and ignore the thoughts until you woke up the next day. You kept tossing and turning, getting more and more frustrated when you weren't able sleep. You sat up to try and get out of bath tub bed to maybe go on a walk, grab a glass of water from the kitchen even. Even if you wanted to, your body didn't want you to —so you stayed sitting up with a weighted blanket resting on your legs.

Your thoughts got louder, some were just repeating in your head like a broken record, some were just harsh words. You felt insecure, annoyed, upset if it wasn't obvious. Why can't they go away for one night? You had such a lovely day with your boyfriend, spending the whole day shut inside his room, binge watching anime that had really long titles that spoiled the whole plot, playing games with him even though he bested you in almost all of them, only letting you win just to see you erupt with joy. It made him warm seeing you get so happy over winning a match.

"Y/n, you're moving around a lot," A soft, tired voice interrupted your spiralling thoughts. He rubbed his eyes and noticed how you were sitting up.

"I can't sleep..."

"Are... Are you feeling okay? Most of the time w-when I can't sleep, it's usually because my stupid brain won't stop thinking." He pushed himself up, now sitting next to you.

"Yeah, well no, but--" you were interrupted with the feeling of tears running down your cheeks. You took in a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. Levi panicked, not expecting to see you crying minutes after waking up. "I-It's just... It's like you said, I can't stop thinking and there's so many thoughts crowding my head and--" Your breath started becoming rapid, you were hyperventilating now. It's getting worse.

"Y/n, can you look at me?" He moved to sit in front of you and grabbed your hands, being very cautious not to make any sudden movements in case it made things worse. "Breathe with me, okay?" It hurt him to see you in such a state. He started taking deep breaths in and out, making sure that you were doing the same. He listened to your breathing, giving your hands a small squeeze whenever he noticed your breathing acting up again. Whilst he was doing the breathing exercise with you, he was thinking of ways that helped him when he was having one of those nights. What would he have wanted on nights like these?

"I'm sorry... I woke you up and now you have to put up with me like this." You spoke up after calming down a bit.

"Hey... I'm not putting up with anything if it's you. You aren't a hassle for me. I-I care about you a lot y/n, I want to be able to help you w-when you feel like this." He spoke in a hushed tone, almost a whisper but not quite. Once he feels like you've calmed down enough, he asks his next question, "Is... Is there anything I can do to help you? I can go grab my headphones and you can try and drown out your thoughts? That helps me out a lot."

"You're already helping me enough Levi. I would like it if you could grab your headphones though." You nodded at his suggestion, watching him almost immediately scurry out of the bathtub to go grab his headphones for you, tripping on the way to his desk. He quickly walked back to the bed, grabbing his phone before seating himself back next to you. He gently placed the headphones on your head, letting you adjust them if they were sitting uncomfortably. He lowered the volume before playing some white noise (or lofi or some relaxing music, whatever suits you better), knowing that he always sets his volume up too high without realising. He doesn't want to accidentally deafen you.

You moved yourself closer to him, wrapping your arms around his torso as you leaned onto his shoulder. It was a peaceful silence, it wasn't awkward like it used to be at the beginning of the relationship. He leaned against one arm for support and placed his other hand on your shoulder, rubbing his thumb up and down at a slow pace. He looked down at you, it filled him with a flood of relief noticing that your breathing has steadied, your face wasn't filled with distress anymore, more rather peace. He brushed your hair to the side so he can plant a small kiss to your forehead. Oh man, he feel his heart RACING from just that.

"I love you, Levi. Thank you for doing this for me." You muttered. "You helped a lot."

"I... I will do anything to keep you happy, y/n. You've helped me in the past before when I have bad nights and I want to help you too when you go through it... I love you too."

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I didn't do this justice at all but I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did writing this! He's a bit OOC in this, I know but it's how I see how he would be if he's in a long term relationship with MC 👉👈 this man has my heart wow <3

Love at Second Sight

I was trying something new with this so please forgive me if this didn't turn out well lol.

You and Simeon are told to perform at the RAD talent show but Simeon realises that he likes you more than a friend.

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You and Simeon have always been close. You were the type of friends that people assumed that you were dating each other, which made certain demons VERY upset upon hearing about. Nothing more than just good friends, Simeon was more than happy with that. You though? Absolutely whipped for him. But no one needs to know that, apart from Asmo whenever the two of you have a stereotypical girls night.

RAD decided to have a talent show, it was Diavolo's impulsive decision but the majority of the school seemed to be interested in the idea either way. Posters were plastered around the school, everyone was chatting about it, what they were gonna do, some were nervous about not getting picked after they've auditioned.

And guess what? Today was the day of the talent show!

You and Simeon were dressed up. Simeon wearing a black suit with a white tie and a white mask that covered half of his face. You were wearing a white flared dress, wearing a black mask that covered the opposite half of your face. The dress hugged your body so nicely, Simeon almost mistaken you for an angel.

The only reason why the two of you were performing was because of a special request from Diavolo. Something about bringing the realms closer because of the performance somehow?? It's not like you could say no to the future king, he was talking so happily and passionately about it, of course you and Simeon had to agree to it.

"Simeon, I'm nervous, what if I mess up?"

"If you mess up, I'll mess up worse so they'll pay more attention to me." He chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood. The two of you shared a small giggle, listening out for the backstage crews orders of when to start moving into place. "I'll be with you, MC."

"You guys are on soon, please make your way towards the opposite side of the stage and stay behind the curtains until Lord Diavolo calls you on." The sound of rushing footsteps and the clicking of heels. Simeon felt your arms wrap around his, followed by a quiet apology.

"I'm still not used to wearing these heels yet."

The two of you waited, watching the people before you perform coming to an end. A loud applause, whistles shortly came after. The lights turned off, the spotlight going back on to the future king who was being the host of the show. The backstage crew switfly rushed on to the stage, removing all the band equipment off.

"I never knew how talented students here were! We're almost at the end now, for our last performance we have our two exchange students, Simeon and MC, finishing the night off with a lovely waltz! Please welcome them on to the stage!"

That was the sign, get on the stage.

Simeon grabbed your hand, gently pulling you on. You got into your starting position, waiting for the music to start. His right hand on your back while his left hand was holding your right. You rested your upper left hand on his shoulder and looked up at him, not realising how close the two of you are until just now.

He couldn't tell if his heart was racing because of being on stage or if it was because how he was so physically close to you. Face only inches away, body almost pressed up against each other. You were just a really good friend, he's cuddled with you before, held you hand and linked arms numerous of times. So why is it now that he's so nervous to do so?

The music started playing, snapping him out of his thoughts.

The two of you start moving to the song. A song telling a story of one's soul dying and dancing on in the after life. You playing the role of the dead soul and Simeon playing the role as death, leading the soul away into a comforting after life.

The duo moved around on the stage, using as much of the space to your advantage to dance freely to the music. The spotlights following after the two of you. Every time the angel watched you spin, he felt like his heart could burst out of his chest. He'd have his arm wrapped around your waist every time he dipped you before pulling you back up, continuing on with the performance.

Everyone could see the connection between the two of you, they saw how you looked at each other, how carefree the two of you were on stage. The smiles shared between the two, the way one would get a bit embarrassed when their face is too close to the other, how fluently everything felt. You guys suited each other.

You looked so gorgeous in the dress, the way the dress flared out as you spun before he pulled you back in, bodies occasionally being pressed up against each other's, hand still in hand. The look you had in your eyes, he knew you were still feeling anxious but at least you were having fun. The look in his eyes were filled with such endearment, he couldn't keep his eyes off you. It felt like a cheesy romance fairy tale.

He was starting to notice things that he felt like he should've noticed so much earlier on. How you hand fit so perfectly into his, how holding you and having his hands on you didn't feel awkward or unwanted, how you kept your eyes on him and how big of a smile you had every time he pulled you back in after spinning you.

Your smile, oh god, your smile. He loved it so much. The way your eyes light up when you smile, the way the light are hitting your eyes so perfectly to show their true colours.

He loved you.

Oh man, oh lord, oh god. How long has he had these feelings that he never realised were there?

Lilith, was this how you felt? To fall in love with someone that you might get in trouble for being with? He has a better understanding of it now.

The end of the dance came slowly. It ended with you lying in his arms, pretending to be dead. He was sat on his knees, holding your body close to his. An applaud followed by whistles and cheering filled up the room.

You opened your eyes to look at him, smiling up at him as he was doing the same to you. Your lips, they look so soft. Your face was close to his once again, as if it wasn't the whole time the two of you twirled on stage. He has never felt the urge to kiss someone in his entire life.

It felt like it was just the two of you, the loud noises from people were shut off, none of that was happening to him. He was so focused on you, your lips... You. He trailed his hand up your neck, cupping your cheek and leaning in towards you. How much self control does he have left?

"Simeon?"

"MC please, can I kiss you?" Apperently none, it almost came out as a beg. You nodded your head at him before he quickly dove in, pressing his lips against yours. The cheers and the whistling got louder. The loudest the room has ever been tonight.

"I think-- no, I know, I'm now aware of how much love I have for you. I never realised how much I wanted to keep you by my side, how I never want to let go of you. I'm in love with you, MC, I really am."

Out of the Friendzone

a/n: I'm so in love with Levi and I wanted to write smth really cheesy bc I'm a silly hopeless romantic

pairing: leviathan x gn!reader

summary: best friends to lovers trope but when Levi tells you how he feels, he messes up his words and panics

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Levi was clingy with you, it was obvious. What was more obvious though, was his continuously growing feelings for you and he was getting anxious about it.

He's never been in a relationship before, he's had crushes, some were serious crushes but he never tried to pursue them because of his crippling self-esteem and anxiety. He was too anxious to even try and make a move with you but he had all these little cheesy fantasies he wanted to be real.

He's had so many opportunities to tell you three simple words, 'I love you'. So many opportunities where the two of you would be having a heart felt moment and the urge to just spurt out the words yet he never had the confidence to do it. He would always back out last minute or someone would interrupt and take you away.

His fear of you rejecting him or even having a bad reaction to him telling you these things, will be something that will always haunt him. What if you reject him? He won't he able to get over it and avoid you like you're the plague. What if you get disgusted with him when he tells you?

"You're my best friend, don't you ever deny that!"

"I would never, Levi. You're my best friend too!" Ah, the friendzone. He's worried, what if things don't go well when he finally confesses his feelings to you? He's going to lose his Henry, his best friend. The frienzone was a safe place to be in but he desperately wanted more than just a friendship.

The two of you were binge watching another anime that had caught his interest. Blanket wrapped around both of your shoulders, snacks and drinks piled on his bed as the two were both hooked on to the screen like ipad kids. Frequent comments and shocked or excited gasps filled up the room as episodes rolled by.

"Can you pass me the water bottle?"

"Ugh, I guess." He loved the little playful banter he has with you. What's even better is that he knew that you were joking and not straight up insulting him! He handed the bottle to you, almost flinching away when he felt your hand skim over his.

Man, he's cuddled with you before, why was he acting like this.

Who is he kidding, he gets incredibly nervous and shy when you guys cuddle.

He stared at your unoccupied which was placed on his bedsheets. He switched his gaze from the anime to his hand, could he hold your hand? His hand shook as they edged closer to yours. Does he have the confidence to do this?

He didn't, he left his hands next to yours, a blush quickly creeping on to his pale skin. You noticed his hand next to yours. A small smile appeared on your face before you linked you pinky with his. You could practically feel the heat coming off him now. His face felt like it was burning, his heart was surely going to pop out of his chest soon. The anime being the only noise in the room, the two sat with a smile on their face, not daring to look at each other in case eye contact was made.

He was hyping himself up inside his head, trying to get the courage to actually hold your hand. As much as holding pinkies made him ecstatic, he wanted to do the real thing. He's got this, he can do this. You initiated the pinky holding, that surely means that you want to hold his hand right? Right??

He took in a deep breath and unlinked his pinky from yours, sliding his hand underneath your to hold it properly. Not intertwined like he wanted to, but holding your hand like this was good enough.

Is it getting hot in here or was it just him?? He can feel himself getting sweaty, he wanted to take off his jacket but this was such a precious moment. Wait, can you feel his hand getting sweaty? Oh no, what if you think that's gross?!?

As if you could read his mind, you squeezed his hand, a squeeze that broke his panic of thoughts. He gave a weak squeeze back, feeling his panic quickly diappearing.

Oh man, he really needs to tell you soon. He can't keep these feelings to himself much longer.

A couple of days went by, nothing much had changed apart from the two of you, ever so slowly, becoming more physically intimate. Hand were intertwined, pinky fingers were held by another, hugs lingered a little longer, cuddles were a little tighter, small touches here and there became more frequent.

The avatar of envy was in his room, rehearsing how he would tell you his feelings. He looked at the mirror, trying different phrases and poses he's seen in anime. He sat in front of Henry 2.0 and tried saying different things to express his emotions to you, hoping the goldfish would tell him whether or not it was good or a no go of a confession. All of the mental preparation in the past couple of days, hours of rehearsing, he feels a spike of confidence and he wanted to take advantage of it before it disappears.

He texted you to come into his room, he was really going to do it. You knocked on his door, saying the secret password before he let you in. You shut the door behind yourself before making yourself comfortable in his bed. He took a couple of deep breaths, feeling his anxiety starting to kick in. He's gonna do it tonight or else he'll be upset with himself for the next several days.

"How come you asked me to--"

"I want to stop being friends."

"... What?" Oh no why did he say that, he wasn't supposed to say that. He said it with such confidence which made it worse. All that rehearsing for him just to say THAT??? Not even an impulsive 'I love you' or a 'I really like you', he said THAT instead? "Did... Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry if I did, Levi."

"No no no, w-wait, that's n-not what I was supposed to say! L-Let me try that again!" He was trying to stutter his way back to what he was supposed to say. He's only making things worse for himself and you were confused with what was happening. The silence got incredibly awkward, enough for someone to feel it when they walk in the room and immediately leave because of it.

"Take your time Levi, it's okay." You softly said to him, hoping that it would calm him down before he has a full blown meltdown. He felt so pathetic, even at a time like this, you were being so patient and kind to him. You really do deserve better.

He grabbed your shoulders, staring at you dead in the eyes with determination. A wide blush on his face, he took in another deep breath.

"I-I was supposed to say that I-I love you, MC! A-And I'm scared of getting into a r-relationship with you because I've n-never been in one before! What if I mess up?!" He pushed through his stutter but he felt so out of breath. His heart pounding, fast and hot in anticipation for whatever you might say next. His hands still on your shoulders, he moved his gaze down, too scared to loom at your reaction.

"Levi-"

"I-I really want to try for y-you though! I want to become s-someone you can proudly call your b-boyfriend!"

"Levi, let me--"

"If you don't f-feel the same back t-then that's okay too! I want to keep being best friends with you-- AH!" You cupped his face and made him look at you. He wasn't expecting your face so be so close to his.

"Let me talk!" You huffed, finally being able to stop his rant before it went into him insulting himself. "I feel the same way, Levi. I've always had. I don't care if this will be your first relationship or not, I want to be with you. I want to call you my boyfriend, I've been wanting to tell you for so long, I always just missed my chance to do so." Oh no, is he crying? He felt so much lighter now, feeling so much weight come off his shoulders, a wave of relief and joy washing over him. So many emotions all at once. "We can figure things out along the way, okay? If you feel like you're messing things up, we can talk about it." And with that, you pressed your lips against his.

Oh boy, not only did you feel the same way back, you're kissing him! He felt like he just went back to the celestial realm, this was heaven. Adrenaline was still pumping through him, making him shake. You pulled back, feeling a tad bit embarrassed yourself.

It was silent. Not an uncomfortable or a tense one. It was strangely comfortable and comforting.

Letting his impulsiveness take over him, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly. He swore you could feel how hard his heart was beating. You wrapped your arms around him, sitting there in a peaceful silence.

"Thank you for giving me a chance, you really are the best anyone could ask for. I don't have to feel overly jealous seeing you hang out with other people now, knowing that you love me. I really do love you, MC."

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a/n: I have no idea how to write for solomon OR anything angst but I wanted to write for him🧍

pairing: solomon x gn!reader

summary: solomon wants to be with you romantically but he's not sure if he's ready.

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Everyone knows the obvious cons of being immortal. You have to watch all your friends, all your loved ones grow old and die off one by one.

Solomon knew that, he was aware of what was going to happen once he became immortal. He went through all the pain and agony watching all his family slowly die, all of his closest friends he made in the human realm.

It took a massive toll on him, making friends, meeting their family, watching them die one by one. He had to comfort the crying friend or friends relatives while he was either equally upset or trying to hold it together. It drove him insane at one point, he's going to end up being alone with no one he's familiar with to give him closure.

When he got chosen for the exchange program and met angels and demons who were also immortal, he felt a sense of ease. He can make friends without the worry of knowing that he'll have to see them in their coffin several years later.

Not long after, the next human exchange student came down, everyone was talking about them, it was hard to not know about their existence. He saw a couple of lesser demons whispering about how they were going to try and eat the new exchange student before Beel could, so of course he was going to step in.

"Hey, you there." He gave you back your D.D.D. while introducing himself, teasing you about the anxious look you had on your face. The conversation went back and forth for a little bit before he left to go to his classroom.

Was he going to let himself associated with you? Was he going to get attached to you? You're just a mere human, you're going to be dead before he knows it. He must be immune to seeing the people he cares about die off, surely he's built an immunity to it and won't spiral when he's the one standing near your grave.

He was going to get attached, he's going to want to associate you after seeing you get along and be friendly with everyone, he's going to want your time and attention soon. He just knows it.

Every interaction he had with you, every time it was just the two of you hanging out without the brother stealing you away, every time you two would share a hug on a bad day or an ecstatic high five that stung your hands after a successful experiment, he can feel the growing attachment.

The feeling of his heart picking up the pace when you run up to him, how sweaty his hands get when hanging out with you now, how warm he gets when he's a close proximity with you, how his face heats up when you're touching him or when you bite back with a flirty remark with his playful flirting.

He was falling for you and he didn't want to. You were supposed to just be a friend, another human he could chat to if he ever felt home sick, his apprentice because you kind of suck at magic and potion making in class. You were supposed to be nothing more than just another human friend to him.

He's grown close to you. A familiar someone that can give him comfort when an experiment he's been working on for the longest time fails. A familiar someone who gave him the closure he oh-so craved for. Someone he felt the urge to protect from all the harm in the world, even though he knows they're strong enough to do it on their own. You're the someone he wants to be around all the time. Discover new things with you and about you.

What are your darkest secrets? Do you secretly despise one of the brothers but you don't have the heart to be mean and neglectful towards? What kind of things have you even through that changed you, was it for the better or the worse? Do you have a picture of Lucifer sleeping?

He wants the brothers to grow jealous of him. He wants your attention on him when the two of you are hanging out, not on your phone replying back to a clingy Mammon and Levi and a nagging Lucifer. He wants your touches. He wants you to be by his side making fun of each other over the dumbest things. He wanted you.

Argh, he wanted you. He wanted to hold you. He wanted to call you a gross sappy pet name in front of the brothers and rile them up because of it. He wanted to see Luke approving of the relationship, as if he actually needed Luke's permission to date you.

He didn't want this. None of it. Absolutely none of it. You were supposed to just be a classmate, someone he talked to every so often because of the exchange program, you were supposed to just acquaintances. Just some other measly human.

Nights of trying to distract himself from you and it fails. He tried to avoid you, he tried to ignore you, neglect you, act as if you didn't exist. But he just can't push you away when he can feel you glancing at him from across the room. The late night messages asking him if you did something to make him angry or why he was avoiding you. He can't handle that.

He can't handle the fact that he's the reason to why you're sad the next day. He can't handle the avatar of lust coming up to him and asking if the two of you had a fight. Of course he would just tell you he's been busy and didn't mean to come off that way. It was a lie but you forgave him and it always went back to the way things were.

Seeing you so low on energy, just because of him? He doesn't want to be the reason you're upset but he's going to be.

That's something he can't avoid, even if he tried.

He was supposed to be paying attention to the class but he couldn't. The best he could do is at least look busy. Looking down at his notes, moving his pen trying to pretend he was copying the stuff written on the board. He felt his phone vibrate.

He opened it up to see a message from you. Oh how a dumb smile slipped on to his face seeing that it was you messaging him. But it immediately dropped after he read the text.

mc: hey! meet me near the back of the school after last period?

solomon: ew why

solomon: are you going to confess your undying love to me

mc: gross I take it back, don't bother coming after school

solomon: OK OK, I'll come 🙄

He knew where this was going, he definitely knows where this was going. He's been in enough situations similar to this to not know. Was he going to give it a chance? A chance of a relationship? Or was he going to ruin everything the two of you had by saying no in the most cruel way possible due to his emotions.

As if he couldn't focus in class to begin with, he definitely couldn't focus on anything else now.

The last class for the day ended. All the demons rushing out of the classroom, crowding the corridors. Solomon stalled. He took his sweet time grabbing all of his stuff, waiting for everyone to get out the classroom and waiting for the crowd to die down before heading out. He didn't want to risk bumping into you.

He made his way towards the back of the school. He had most of the day to think about both situations, what he was going to say, your reaction. Was he mentally prepared for this? He's not but he's going to say that he is.

"Solomon! Took your sweet time getting here!" Played along, rolling his eyes.

"The teacher held me back. Why did you ask me to come here?" He can't do it, he doesn't want to. He felt his heart racing but it hurt. Unpleasant.

"I... Didn't think this far ahead, it was kind of impulsive but I like you, Solomon. Do you want to give things a go between us?" Stop it. How was he supposed to reject you when you're standing there looking so... So... He can't think of the word but he was so entranced with you.

"I can't-- I can't do that." He spoke softly, feeling the uncomfortable stinging in his chest grow stronger as he watched your face change from a giddy nervous high school girl smile to pure sorrow.

"May I ask why?" Your voice cracked. Your eyes were glassy, one blink away from tears running down your cheek. It was making it hard for him to keep it all together.

"Because what if we get into a relationship and who knows, it lasts a while and it becomes more? I'm going to be the one standing over your grave in decades time." This wasn't like him, he was supposed to stay calm and witty, go with the flow type of guy. But here he was, letting out his emotions like he used to at his first best friends funeral. Was spiralling? He can't be. It was shameful, having you see him in a state like this. You grabbed his hand to snap him out of it.

"That's so far into the future. You shouldn't be worrying about that right now." That's what he's been trying to tell himself. He hasn't told anyone, maybe that's why he's reacting the way he is. Maybe he should be talk this one out with you. "Right now, in this very moment, Solomon. Do you want to give us a go? If it doesn't work out, it doesn't but if it does, it does."

"Yes." He said almost instantly, even cutting you off a bit. He tried to take in deep breaths, trying to ignore how shaky they were. He looked up at you, face full of different emotions and a forced smile. "Yes, I want to go out with you, give us a go." He slid his hand out of yours and opened his out slightly. "Can I?"

"Of course you can." You wrapped your arms around his body, holding him tightly as he does the same.

Solomon, of all people, should know that he shouldn't be stressing about the future and focus on the present. But small reminders are needed at times and that's okay.

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I never know how to end these 👎 I hope you enjoyed!

the one I stan and his son being absolutely adorable.

we're already a week in but it still is a new year ✧ tipsy luci and catboy surprisingly getting along on new year's day

mah fam

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(His) Nightmares - Dateables and Brothers

Lucifer

Lucifer suffers from nightmares, though you would never know it. He’s very good at managing to live on little sleep and still look put together after. He could (and does) blame his work and brothers and all of his other duties for how little he sleeps or how restless that sleep is but it’s not the complete truth. Lucifer regularly has nightmares about his fall from the celestial realm. He remembers the great battle, the betrayed faces of his fellow angels, Lilith’s injury, his fall down to the Devildom. All of it, feeling just as intense and real and unbearable as it did when it actually happened. He’s the kind of person that wakes up with a quiet gasp but nothing so noticeable as to ever wake anyone up. It’s a reaction that he’s trained himself to contain over the millennia. He doesn’t ever tell anyone about the nightmares but Simeon always seems to have a knack for knowing when he’s had a rough night because he’ll check in with Lucifer and bring him some kind of sweet snack that morning; he’ll smile guilelessly at Lucifer as he does it but the sadness in his eyes says something completely different. 

Mammon

Mammon’s nightmares tend to come when he’s had a particularly rough day with his brothers and, later on, with you. They happen when his self-deprecation follows him into his dreams. He’s always being yelled at and insulted and he can be crying, begging for forgiveness and kindness, trying to explain his side of the story but no one will ever listen. They mock his pain and tell him how pathetic and scummy he is. Hearing it from his brothers is hard enough but if you appear in the nightmare, he absolutely loses it. He can’t bear the idea of you thinking of him like that. When Mammon wakes, it’s with tears sliding down his face and he’s gasping for breath. He’s thrown off for the whole day and will actively avoid people because he’s afraid of bursting into tears if they say anything.

Levi

It isn’t common for Levi to have nightmares. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t get very much sleep thanks to his gaming lifestyle or maybe it’s because he tends to have such lovely dreams about Ruri-chan or maybe it’s because you’re actually snuggling him and how could anything bad happen when you’re there? When he does have nightmares, they’re typically something outrageous based on a game or anime that he’s seen lately, especially if they’re horror based. Levi is one of those people who would accidentally throw himself off the bed if he didn’t sleep in a tub and he wakes up with his arms waving in the air as if he’s acting out a fight scene or something. He can shake off his dreams pretty quickly and if he can’t, he’ll turn on a comfort anime to help.

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Well now you know why the brothers prefer Devildom cuisine to human dishes.

Not to mention Solomon gave a bad first Impression of human food on his first cooking spree.

some of the Akuber foods

my ultimate favorite is red riding hood sandwiches they look pretty and tasty

soooo9oooooooo

Cute.

Remember to take care of your bunny!

Correct me if I'm wrong but...

Are those bell bottoms?!?!?

How we feelin~

Reblogs for fam reasons..

yeah yeaah yeaaah~

Haha

I wish lol

Please tell me this story is about dumping the tea into the harbor~

ahahhahahahhahah

Cries tears of blood

People ! Staphhhhh itttt

One more cute tantan Or Lulu and I'm about to overdose

Man why they got to be so cuteee

Grrr

Asmo Peaky Blinders style. I had a clear vision of how I would do his, so it took me half the time it normally does to finish it. Also, I suck at drawing hands.

Lol. Why not seven?

*calls the dem bros*