A lone flower

lucifer still lets you chill in his office and listen to classical records with him while he does paperwork. he still makes smug ass comments that will end up with you cursing him out and him laughing about it. he still makes sure that you’re keeping up with everything well enough, that it’s not overwhelming you. he still confides in you about his fears and worries about himself and his brothers. he still looks out for you and checks in your make sure you’re doing alright in RAD.

mammon is still your dumbass best friend who takes you out the casino because he swears you’re the luckiest person he’s ever met. he still whines and complains about stupid shit to you like getting scammed or getting in trouble for another one of his schemes. he still holes up for movie nights in your room every night there’s no work to be done the next day. he still holds pride in the fact that he was the first demon to see how amazing you are and make a pact about it. (don’t bring up how that pact came to be for your own sake. he still sulks like a madman!!)

leviathan still watches shows and plays games with you. he still farms on your accounts for you so you can pull for that one character you really like. he still stays holed up in his room with you counting the clock to midnight, preparing for the next merch drop with plans to clear out the whole shop. he still trusts you with his insecurities and vulnerabilities, enough to be sincere and genuine in his excitement when talking to you. he still opens up to you because you will always be his Henry no matter what.

satan still takes you to cat cafes and holds a two person book club with you. he still helps you study when you need it and even when you don’t. he still barges into your room to bitch about his latest annoyance. he still trusts you with the parts of himself that he still isn’t sure is really him or maybe a remnant of his brother left inside him by mistake. still makes sure not to let anyone disrespect you in class, because if they do they only have three seconds to run.

asmodeus still drags you to his self care nights. slathers a face mask on you and shares the latest gossip and drama. still buys you pretty things that he thought would look nice on you, or reminded him of you. he still makes sure no one’s talking behind your back, makes sure that you’re doing okay. he’s still comfortable enough to vegetate with you, and let down all pretenses and masks; you are always going to be someone he is comfortable baring himself to. he’ll still freak out with you over stupid shit you’re excited about and he’ll still make sure you’re always good with yourself, kind to yourself.

beelzebub still takes you out to eat and clear out buffets with him weekly. he still invites you to his matches personally. he still gets excited when he sees you show up even though you’ve been attending his games consistently for years now. he still tells you about his brothers and his’ time in the celestial realm. he’ll still tell you about his sister and love you enough to feel comfortable to grieve in front of you. he still makes sure you’re always eating enough—he’s gotta make sure you’re taking care of yourself, yknow? he also still eats your leftovers even when you explicitly tell him not too. sorry. :(

belphegor still takes you to the planetarium when things are getting too much. he takes your nightmares away. makes sure you sleep well. he still drags you down for a nap whenever he feels like it. he still tells you about how he misses his sister, about how he misses his brothers sometimes even though they’re still here, just different. he still trusts you enough to admit that sometimes, he misses himself, and who he was before all this. and then after all that, he still flicks you on the nose and calls you annoying because before he is an avatar of sin he is the spoiled baby of the family, and he knows you’ll always be there to snark right back.

sorry it just. moves me. like you truly do become a part of these seven guys’ found family no matter what. even if you reject every single possible romance option they will still love you and protect you and look out for you and snap at you and annoy you and not even be sorry about it. because you are special to them!!! you will always be someone important to them!!!!

The wonderland is getting what

(Transparent version under the cut)

Solomon & Asmodeus

Sara couldn't feel her legs anymore. It was mid afternoon, and for the past couple of hours the Avatar of Sloth had been using her as a living pillow; not that she had anything in particular to do, but she was starting to miss having a normal flow of circulation in her lower body.

She was just about to resign herself to a life of philosophically staring at the ceiling, when a buzzing from her phone interrupted her existential crisis.

With some effort, she managed to dislodge herself from Belphegor's grip just enough to reach her cell. The screen lit up with her mom's contact, the green and red call buttons shaking slightly on the monitor.

Sara angled the phone so that the front camera could pick up her face, before pressing the "accept call" button.

"Hi mom! How's it going?"

"Hey donut- what is that?" her mother interrupted herself. Sara looked at her own portion of the videocall, noticing that Belphie's horn was slightly sticking out in frame. She angled the phone downwards, showing the head of blue and white hair resting on her chest.

"Oh, that's just Bel. He's asleep right now"

"Bel...oh, one of your... demon...friends. Which one is he?"

Sara nodded "He's been using me as a pillow for the past two hours, take a guess. Sloth"

"What's that about me?"

Belphegor suddenly interjected, turning his head at a slightly unnatural angle in order to see Sara's phone screen.

"Who's that?"

Sara sighed in exasperation.

"Seriously? Mentioning your sin is enough to wake you up but not me punching you over the head for fifteen minutes?"

Belphegor shrugged. He pointed at the ongoing videocall again.

"So who is she? You look identical"

"She's my mom, idiot, that's how genetics work" Sara said rolling her eyes. "Wanna say hi?"

Belphie blinked sleepily, contemplating his options. He then turned to the phone camera, looking pensively at Sara's mom, who waved at him with an awkward smile.

"Hi."

Having said that, he rolled off the couch, tail swishing lazily behind him, and picked up his cow patterned pillow.

"I'm going to bed"

Sara reached out towards him, but he was already almost out of the room.

"Wait, no, I'll get cold without you as a blanket!"

She tried getting up to follow behind him, but having his weight on top of her legs for so long had caused them to go numb, making her fall face first on the carpet.

"Ow"

Yara wanted nothing more than to rush out of the room before Lucifer was finished explaining her situation to Mammon, so she wouldn't have to see the second-born's reaction to the news.

But the eldest was holding her too tight, so she had to wait until he finished his recounting of events.

Once Yara was sure that the Avatar of Greed was back in his room and that she wouldn't run into anyone else, Yara burst out of the door and straight to the one place where she knew she could find some comfort: the kitchen.

Predictably enough, the Avatar of Gluttony was there, having one of his late night "snacks".

He was rummaging through the fridge, looking for some leftovers that weren't from that night's dinner (in a bout of truly horrendous timing, Asmodeus had decided to prepare human meat roast, and Beelzebub never had so much difficulty choking down a meal).

Yara went up to him with teary eyes.

"Mammon knows!"

Beelzebub froze on the spot.

" He was sneaking in while Lucifer was patching me up, and he saw that my blood is red, and Lucifer had to tell him everything, and I don't know how well he took it!" she cried out.

Beelzebub turned to her, taking a container out of the fridge.

"Are you ok? You seem pretty shaken up about it"

Yara wringed her hands nervously.

" Can you sleep with me tonight? Please, Beel?"

Beelzebub's eyes widened in surprise.

"Sleep with you? You've never asked that to anyone but Lucifer"

Yara nodded.

" Yeah. It's just that this-" she gestured to her horns and tail "sometimes the effect wears off in the middle of the night, send I couldn't risk anyone seeing. But now you know, so it's fine."

Beelzebub nodded with a smile.

" Of course I can stay with you, then"

He turned the container of minced meat around, checking the label.

"And also, I'm sorry."

"Sorry about what?"

Beelzebub read the label and put the container back in the fridge, wincing.

"About today. I didn't mean to. And if I hadn't bit you, Mammon wouldn't have found out. It's my fault, I'm sorry."

Yara shook her head. She went up to her brother and wrapped her arms around him.

"It's not. Lucifer was going to tell everyone eventually, it's okay"

She tried to reassure him, despite her own nervousness.

Beelzebub knelt down and picked her up in his arms, her weight barely registering to him.

"Come on, it's late. Let's get you to bed"

He gently rubbed her back, hoping it was enough to comfort her, for now at least.

Her room had been carved out of a portion of Lucifer's, so their doors were adjacent. Beelzebub tried to be as quiet as possible, despite the fact that his older brother was probably still going over remaining paperwork.

As expected, the firstborn was still awake and, hearing quiet but heavy footsteps outside his room opened the door to see who was sneaking around.

He was surprised seeing the Avatar of Gluttony of all people, holding their youngest sister (who was half asleep on his shoulder), looking at him with pleading eyes.

Lucifer simply nodded and went back to his room; he had enough headaches for one day.

Beelzebub quietly closed the door to Yara's room behind them.

He tapped his sister on her shoulder, rousing her from her drowsy state.

"Hey, we're here. Though...I don't think we'll both fit on the bed, sorry"

Yara rubbed her eyes, taking a few seconds to process his words.

"That's okay. You can sleep on the bed and I can sleep on you. Right? Do you mind?"

She asked hesitantly.

The demon nodded, lowering her to the ground. Yara kicked off her slipper boots and climbed on the bed, resting her head on Beelzebub's chest. The steady heartbeat was both a welcome distraction from that day's events and a soothing rhythm lulling her to sleep.

Beelzebub pulled up the blankets enough to cover both him and the little human on his chest.

He pressed a light kiss to the top of her head.

"Goodnight Yara"

I'm super curious so I hope you don't mind me asking- what was your thought process behind swapping around Satan and Lucifer's primary colours?

Insanely uncreative, red has been associated with intense emotions like passion and anger so no surprise that'd I'd use it for The Avatar Of Wrath. For Lucifer, since his demon form has peacock motifs I thought the green would lend better to that. Also Pride jus green to me for some reason

You're also right that red can have those connotations in Western culture, but there's actually a really important reason why Satan is represented with green!