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make sure to include the pairing(s) you are wanting these questions to be answered for . these should work for poly ships as well as monogamous . feel free to edit these as you see fit .

💕 How did they both realize “oh wait, this is actually love”?

🌹 Who fell harder & who fell first?

🫂 What’s their favorite way to hold each other when words aren’t enough?

🔥 What’s the pettiest thing they’ve ever argued about?

💋 Who says “I love you” first & how?

🌙 Who’s the little spoon & who pretends they hate it but secretly loves it?

💍 Would they ever get married? What would the proposal look like?

🧸 Who still has the very first gift the other ever gave them?

😈 Who is more likely to start chaos “for the vine” & who films it?

🎶 What’s their song - the one that makes them both tear up / grin like idiots?

☕ Who’s the morning person & how do they lure the night owl out of bed?

🛡️ Who jumps in front of danger for the other without thinking?

😳 What’s the most embarrassing thing they’ve walked in on the other doing?

💔 What’s the one fight that almost ended them?

🩹 How do they comfort each other after nightmares?

👀 Who gets jealous more easily & how obvious are they about it?

🍳 Who cooks & who sets off the smoke alarm trying to help?

🧳 If they had to run away together tomorrow, where would they go?

😏 Who is bolder in public (hand-holding, kisses, etc.)?

🌧️ Who steals whose hoodies when it rains?

🎂 How do they celebrate each other’s birthdays?

🖤 What’s the darkest “we’ll never tell anyone” thing they’ve done together?

💌 Who leaves little love notes & where do they hide them?

🛌 Who hogs the blanket & who ends up freezing dramatically?

😴 Who falls asleep first & who watches them with heart-eyes?

🚪 Who’s more likely to say “we’re not leaving this room today”?

🌸 What nickname do they have for each other that would mortify them if others heard?

🎤 Who sings in the shower & who secretly records it for blackmail?

💞 How do they act when one of them is sick?

🩸 Who would literally kill for the other & who would help hide the body?

🌅 Do they go on sunrise / stargazing dates? Which one do they love more?

😤 Who apologizes first after a fight, even if they weren’t wrong?

🧩 What tiny habit of the other do they find unbearably adorable?

🎪 Who plans elaborate surprise dates & who just wants to stay in?

👑 In their relationship, who’s the king / queen & who’s the knight / advisor?

🌪️ What’s the most chaotic thing they’ve done together on pure impulse?

💤 Who has the weirdest sleep-talking lines that the other quotes constantly?

🧡 What color reminds each of them of the other?

🕰️ If they could go back in time, what moment would they relive together?

😶 Who’s terrified of saying “meet my parents” & why?

🍷 Who gets tipsy first & starts spilling embarrassing love confessions?

🌿 Do they want kids/pets/plants together? What do they name them?

🪞 Who takes longer getting ready & who hypes the other up in the mirror?

💥 What’s the biggest risk one of them took for the other that the partner didn’t find out about until much later?

🧣 Who steals the other’s scarf / gloves “on accident” every winter?

🌌 What’s their “we made it through hell” memory they’ll tell their grandkids?

😘 Who kisses the other first thing in the morning, morning breath & all?

🩰 Slow dancing in the kitchen at 3 a.m. - who starts it?

⚓ If one of them had to leave forever, what would they leave behind for the other?

below is the first two I did like two years ago if you wanna look at that slop...

A/N: These are just small miscellaneous that I have floating around that don't fit anywhere. I may do a part 2 at some point.

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Mephistopheles walks with a limp and has to use a mobility aid such as a cane. This is all thanks to Belphie, who broke Mephisto's ankle pretty nastily shortly after his arrival in the Devildom. The break didn't heal properly and Mephisto has no desire to attempt to rebreak it to see if it will heal properly a second time. Unsurprisingly, Mephitso and Belphie do not get along very well.

Levi keeps a large bean bag and blanket in his room for Belphie, who occasionally likes to visit his older brother and watch him play games. Perhaps most shockingly, Belphie stays awake the entire time (though he rarely says anything).

Lucifer deals with chronic back pain that flares up from time to time, due to the trauma suffered from when he ripped his wings off. The scarring left behind on his back is part of the reason why Lucifer's uncomfortable with being shirtless - it's a mar across his otherwise perfect body, and the only scar from the Celestial War that never faded.

Mammon is nearsighted, but refuses to admit it.

Asmodus is the only person Lucifer trusts to cut his hair. Even before coming to the Devildom, Lucifer has refused to let anyone else touch his hair to cut it. In fact his short hair was originally an "oops" way back in the Celestial realm when Asmo was still learning how to cut hair. Lucifer ended up liking the cut, he kept it.

Levi is better at chess than Satan, and almost as good as Diavolo, but rarely plays it.

Luke has never seen Simeon without his human glamour, and Simeon refuses to show him but won't explain why not.

Solomon has anhedonia (the condition where one finds little to no joy in things they once loved). This is because of his immortality and being alive far longer than what any human was intended to live. Solomon often has to mask daily to hide the awkwardness his condition brings otherwise.

I swear this is canon, listen

Lucifer's sadistic. He's easily angered, and he always retaliates. And he makes sure his retaliation always takes the form of cruel and unusual punishments. His brothers are scared of the consequences but they're never scared enough to actually stop

Mammon, on the other hand, is a pushover. He doesn't hold grudges, and his bark is so much worse than his bite. He instantly folds if someone aplogises after wronging him, and usually, he'll even apologise back despite not really doing anything wrong. Mammon's usually also part of whatever shenanigans the others are doing

And in spite of all that, the younger brothers all keep pushing and testing Lucifer. They're constantly doing things that they know will piss Lucifer off, and no matter what he does and no matter how much the younger brothers don't want to face the consequences that's never going to stop any of them from continuing whatever they are doing

But with Mammon, in the handful of times we've seen his younger brothers genuinely anger him, they stop or retreat instantly. Hell, there's even a moment in Nightbringer where Belphie is willing to keep pushing against Lucifer but instantly backs down when Mammon gets in-between them and tells him to stop

I wonder if Belphegor, while gazing at the stars, ever thinks of his brother's former glory? I wonder if he ever turns to Venus, the light that sits before the dawn, its beauty everlasting, and spites it?

06.06

Bound in the Dark — Lucifer x reader (ꫂ᭪݁)

summary: Worried about his health, you disrupt Lucifer’s late-night paperwork.

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The vintage clock in the corner of the room chimed a low, resonant note, signaling that midnight had long since passed. Inside the student council office of RAD, the only source of light was the amber glow of a desk lamp, casting long, sharp shadows across the dark mahogany walls.

Behind the massive desk sat Lucifer.

The Avatar of Pride looked every bit the symbol of authority he was born to be. His short black hair was perfectly parted on the left side, not a single strand out of place despite the grueling hours he had logged. His pale skin looked almost ethereal in the dim light, and his gradient black-and-carmine eyes flickered rapidly from left to right as he reviewed a thick stack of RAD financial reports.

He moved with absolute precision. A gloved hand picked up a fountain pen, the subtle gleam of his carmine red nails—meticulously painted and maintained by Asmodeus since before their Fall—catching the lamplight. He signed his name with an elegant, sweeping flourish. Perfect. Exemplary. Even though this specific stack of paperwork was a ridiculous, tedious request from Lord Diavolo regarding the upcoming Ruri-chan culinary festival, Lucifer refused to give anything less than flawless results.

He exhaled a slow, quiet breath, his hand instinctively rising to pinch the bridge of his nose. A sharp, throbbing headache was beginning to bloom behind his eyes. It was a familiar ache, usually brought on by Mammon’s latest debts, Leviathan’s screaming, or Satan’s subtle rebellions. But tonight, it was simply the weight of his own relentless standards. He had to be perfect. The Devildom demanded it. Diavolo demanded it. He demanded it of himself.

A soft click broke the silence of the room.

Lucifer didn’t look up immediately, his eyes still scanning the lines of text. "I believe I made it clear to everyone at the House of Lamentation that I was not to be disturbed until morning," he said, his voice smooth, calm, and laced with a terrifyingly quiet authority.

When no response came, only the sound of soft, hesitant footsteps closing the distance to his desk, Lucifer finally raised his gaze.

The cold, rigid mask of the Avatar of Pride softened, just a fraction, the moment his eyes landed on you.

You were standing a few feet away, holding a tray with a steaming mug of tea and a small plate of light food. But it wasn't the gesture that made him pause; it was the look on your face. Your eyes were wide with a deep, quiet anxiety, your brow furrowed as you took in the sight of his strained posture, the slight tension in his shoulders, and the exhaustion he so carefully hid from the rest of the world. You looked utterly worried for him.

"MC," Lucifer murmured, his tone shifting from the harsh authority of a student council vice-president to something much deeper, quieter, and entirely exclusive to you. "What are you doing here at this hour? You should be asleep."

You stepped forward, setting the tray down on the edge of his immaculate desk, careful not to disturb his neatly stacked papers. You didn't answer his question right away. Instead, you reached out, your fingers gently brushing against his arm, your eyes searching his face with an aching tenderness that saw right through his "perfect" front.

Lucifer stiffened slightly at the touch, his ingrained pride rearing its head. He hated being perceived as weak or tired. He wanted to tell you he was perfectly fine, that a demon of his stature didn't need rest, that he was completely in control.

But as you stepped closer, your hand moving to gently rest against his cheek, the wall he spent centuries building began to crack. Your touch was warm, an anchor in the dark, suffocating quiet of the office.

"You're having a headache again, aren't you?" you whispered softly, your voice filled with genuine concern.

Lucifer let out a sigh, a sound that carried the weight of a thousand years. He closed his eyes, leaning his face into the palm of your hand, allowing himself—just for a moment—to drop the act. "They are... persistent tonight," he admitted quietly, his voice a low rumble. "My brothers have been particularly exhausting today, and Diavolo's latest whims have left me with an absurd amount of documentation."

"Then stop," you said gently, your thumb wiping a soothing circle against his cheekbone. "The world won't end if you finish it tomorrow, Lucifer."

A dark, amused smile tugged at the corner of his lips, though his eyes remained closed. "If I do not finish this tonight, we will not be the first to arrive at the Demon Lord's Castle tomorrow for the council assembly. The representatives from Purgatory Hall will beat us there. I refuse to let Simeon see us lagging behind."

You couldn't help but let out a soft, breathless laugh. Even when he was running himself into the ground, his pride dictated his every move.

Hearing your laugh, Lucifer opened his eyes. The carmine red in his iris seemed to glow in the dim room. He looked at you, really looked at you—at the way the amber light caught your hair, the soft curve of your shoulders, and the unconditional devotion shining in your eyes.

A sudden, fierce surge of possessiveness gripped his chest.

Lucifer remembered a psychological test he had taken recently in a chat with his brothers. The question had asked what a loved one had lost, and without a second thought, he had chosen their heart. The test concluded that he possessed a deeply protective, territorial nature—that he wanted to lock his loved one away from the rest of the world.

Looking at you now, in the isolated sanctuary of his office, he knew the test was entirely accurate. The thought of anyone else holding your attention, of the chaotic Devildom pulling you away from him, made a dark, possessive hunger stir in his demonic core. He wanted to wrap his wings around you, to keep you hidden in the highest tower, where no one else could ever look at you. Where you would only ever look at him.

Before you could step back, Lucifer’s hand shot out, grasping your wrist. His grip wasn't painful, but it was unyielding, completely trapping you in place.

"Lucifer?" you asked, a catch in your breath.

With a gentle but firm pull, he guided you around the massive mahogany desk. He didn't let go of you for a second. Pulling you into his space, he settled you directly onto his lap. His strong arms immediately wrapped around your waist, locking you against his chest, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

"Lucifer..." you murmured, your hands finding their way into his short black hair, gently massaging the tension at the base of his skull.

"Stay," he commanded softly, the vibrations of his voice rumbling against your skin. "Just like this. Do not move."

"I'm not going anywhere," you whispered back, relaxing into his hold, your fingers continuing to soothe his headache.

Lucifer let out a contented sound, holding you tighter, his possessive nature momentarily satisfied by your total compliance. He might be the fearsome Avatar of Pride to the rest of the world, a rigid symbol of authority who never faltered. But here, in the dead of night, wrapped in your warmth, he was simply a demon who had given his heart entirely to a human,and he had no intention of ever letting you go.

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