Cheese Dragon

Singlets and Blurbs

Octavinelle with a Southern Reader (Floyd, Jade, Azul)

Random Moments with Malleus (Malleus x Reader)

Enchanting a Fae (Malleus x Reader)

Being Clever with the Fae (Malleus, Lilia, Sebek)

How You Spend the Night Together (Riddle, Leona)

How You Spend the Night Together (Azul, Kalim, Vil)

His Favorite Part of You (Leona, Jack, Lilia, Rook, Silver, Vil, Deuce)

His Favorite Part of You [2] (Jade, Kalim, Azul, Sebek, Idia)

Floyd Realizing He Likes You/Is Falling in Love with You

The 'Kalim's Family Tradition]/Fortune Teller Blurb

Food and Friends (Ace, Deuce, Azul, Jade, Floyd, Cater)

The Blind Malleus/Shedding Blurb

Lilia Getting Cockblocked by His Kids

I Confess! (The Potion Made Me) [Malleus, Trey, Leona]

Random Idia Headcanons (SFW + NSFW)

The Herbivore and The Lion (Leona x Reader)

Series

We Had a Baby! (For a Grade?) - PT 1: Malleus

2. In Your Defense - PT 1: Heartslabyul and Savanaclaw - PT 2: Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomfiore - PT 3: Ignihyde - PT 4: Diasomnia 3. Getting Kidnapped was Not on the List! - PT 1: Lilia - PT 2: Malleus 4. I'm Not a Zigvolt but I Bite - PT 1 - PT 2 5. Hey, Kid! - PT 1: Silver 6. That Wasn't a Kiss! I Just Fell On Your Face! - PT 1: Malleus - PT 2: Idia 7. The Secret Weapon (AKA: The Therapy Series)

-PT 1: Riddle and Leona -PT 2: Kalim and Azul

Randoms and Asks

The Fancy Dress/Wedding Dress Reference Post (All main characters except Ortho + Staff)

"Why the hell are you screaming?!" Belphie, who was napping under the coffee table, grumbles in annoyance as he shoves his face into the pillow and pulls the sides up to cover his ears.

Asmo stands up on the couch, screaming like a damsel in distress. "A MOUSE—! WHY IS IT MOVING LIKE THAT—LUCIFER—!!!"

Footsteps thunder down the hall as Beel comes to Asmo's aid. "Why are you screaming like that?" He looks down at you, and you both have a staring contest for a few seconds. "Oh."

You know that look on Beel all too well. So, you make the wise decision to run before he can turn you into a mouse kebab.

'Nope, not today', you think to yourself as you narrowly escape Beel lunging at you. You zip across the floor, running over a very startled Belphie. You masterfully slip between Satan’s legs (who had just reached the site of chaos). “What is all this noi… what—” The stair case is so close. If only you could find Lucifer— You feel yourself bump into something, before being lifted into the air. You come face to face with Mammon. You frantically wave your little paws at him. Maybe he'll understand you. "This is what scared ya?", he says in a bored manner. "I’m tossin’ this thing out—OUCH WHAT THE HELL?!" Mammon clutches his hand, rubbing the area where you bit him, as you fall out of his grasp and make a mad-dash up the stairs, towards Lucifer's room.

You vault over Levi's feet as he cracks his door open. “Can you all shut up I’m trying to—AHH!!"

And then a thought enters your mind. If none of the brothers, even Mammon, can recognize you, what are the chances that Lucifer will? And if Lucifer caught you, there would be no escape. You pause for a second and change your trajectory, running toward sthe other end of the hall instead. Maybe you should hide out in your room. Try and use your D.D.D with your little mouse feet to contact Solomon. Thankfully, you left the door open. You slip into your room and climb up your desk in an attempt to find your D.D.D. And you nearly cry with relief when you do find it lying next to your homework. You manage to put in your password and unlock it. Now, to open the messaging app—

Mammon bursts in. "Hey, get outta' MC's room!!" "Wait, it's using their D.D.D??", Levi follows in after. "Look, it's typing something!!", says Asmo, peeking out from behind Satan. You have managed to open one of the brother's chat and type out your name. It took quite some effort to reach the keys with your short hands but you finally sit down with relief when you see realization flash in the brothers' eyes. "Wait...MC??" begins Beel. You squeak at him angrily. "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you." He looks like a sad puppy now. Mammon looks equally as guilty. You can't help but forgive them.

"Jump twice up if you're MC", says Belphie, now wide awake. You jump in spot twice. "Spin." He says with that shit-eating grin. You spin around, glaring up at him. "Hmm, still not convincing enough. Squeak three times." "Oi, stop messing with them." Mammon lightly smacks the back of Belphie's head.

"Now that I think about it, they’re kind of cute!", Asmo leans in, eyes sparkling . You glare at him like 'Really, bitch? You were the one screaming your lungs out a few seconds ago.' The fifth-born pays no heed as he scoops you up in his palms, cooing at you. "Ooooh, you'd look so cute with a little bow!"

“Put them down,” Satan said sharply, eyes narrowed. You feel anger radiate off of him. Asmo doesn't take chances.

“Who dared to put a curse on you?” continues Satan.

You hang your head low in shame.

Satan pauses for a moment, his anger dissipating and turning into...amusement? Maybe a bit of disappointment? "You did this to yourself, didn't you?"

You squeak pitifully.

Lucifer enters the room, annoyed beyond measure. “What is the meaning of all this chaos? Why is there a rat on MC's desk?"

He takes a look at the scene. The message written on the D.D.D. The oddly calm mouse on the desk.

He looks at his brothers.

Their faces clearly answer: Yes, Lucifer. It is exactly what you think it is.

You squeak again.

Lucifer pinches the bridge of his nose. "...wonderful."

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Mammon has never walked so carefully in his life. You are asleep in the front pocket of his jacket, curled up into the softest little ball. Mammon is trying very hard not to jostle you. Asmo peaks into Mammon’s pocket every once in a while to coo at you, only to be swatted away by the second-born. “They’re sleepin’, be quiet!”

The seven reach purgatory hall. Lucifer presses the door bell. You wake up from your slumber and poke your head out of the pocket and are met with the sight of Solomon looking directly at you while Lucifer explains what's going on.

Solomon takes you in his hand as you climb out of Mammon's pocket.

“Oh my, look at you!” Solomon brings you up to his face, eyes lighting up. “Do you have any idea how hard it is not to squeal?” "Please don't", says Belphie.

"Just fix them up quickly. No shady business", warns Mammon.

"I trust that you will help turn them back without further... complications."

"When have I ever caused any trouble, huh?", Solomon smiles at the group. They give him very unimpressed looks before Solomon pushes them all out of Purgatory Hall, their complaints falling of deaf ears. Mammon lingered the longest, only relenting when you looked up at him reassuringly. The door shuts. Solomon looks down at you, eyes sparkling with amusement. He slowly lifts his palms up, lifting you up along with them. "Behold my mighty apprentice, feared across realms."

You stare at him.

Oh, you were adorable. Maybe he'll keep you like this for a short while, just to have fun.

You accept your fate. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ You have escaped Solomon's study, like a professional mouse, because you have ✨priorities✨. You were definitely not going to lose this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

You navigate around Purgatory hall with your tiny little feet skittering on the ground till you find what you were looking for. Or rather, who you were looking for.

Simeon feels something soft bump into his leg. He looks down and sees a little mouse looking up at him with...familiarity? "Oh. Hello there, little one."

You squeal internally.

You climb onto the couch and press your head against his arm.

Simeon laughs quietly, putting down his book. “Well, aren’t you affectionate."

Simeon gently rubs your head with a finger. You place your paws on his hand. "You must like attention." He gently scoops you up and strokes your fur. You immediately melt into his hands. Oh. Yes. This was the good stuff.

And that's how Solomon finds you fifteen minutes later. Absolutely basking in the angel's affections.

"Oh, I see. So this is what betrayal feels like."

You almost jump up at Solomon's voice, making Simeon gently pat you in an attempt to soothe you. "Hello, Solomon. I found this little mouse wandering around. They’re very polite. A little angel, really."

"Is that so?", replies Solomon as he pries you away from Simeon. You try to wriggle out of his hands and back to Simeon's, but to no avail.

"Does it happen to be yours?", asks Simeon.

"Well, it does happen to be my apprentice."

"Apprentice...?"

Simeon takes a closer look at you. You try to hide your face. "MC?" Simeon blinks once; then laughs, warm and surprised. “Oh my. That explains the behaviour."

"Imagine my heartbreak. One moment they’re safely with me, and the next I discover they’ve abandoned their dear teacher to go snuggle with an angel. Do humans not suit you anymore, my dear apprentice?"

As much as you love and appreciated Solomon, you do feel like punching him right now. But you can't really do that in this form, can you? So, you resort to glaring instead.

"How did this happen? Them turning into a mouse, I mean.” asks Simeon. "Hmm, that's what I'd love to know too." Solomon looks down at your angry little face as he says that. "Hey, stop looking at me like that. Not my fault you got caught being a simp."

"What does that mean? 'Simp'?"

You glare harder, daring Solomon to say anything else embarrassing. "Someone who is very...affectionate, let's say." Solomon replies. "Ah, I see. MC does, indeed, appear to be a 'simp', then."

Solomon does a very good job holding back his laugh as you let out a mortified sound. "Anyways, we will take our leave. I still need to find a cure to this." He says finally. "Yes, that's more important. Take care, both of you." and with that Simeon resumes to reading his book as Solomon carries you out of Purgatory Hall and into the Devildom street.

You squeak at Solomon with confusion. What is he up to now?

"You know, I'm kind of hurt", says Solomon, with exaggerated dramatics. "Leaving me all alone to go snuggle up to Simeon. Especially after I spend hours working hard and trying to find a cure for you. Truly heartless."

You give him your best puppy—er—mouse eyes (?).

"Ah, how can I stay mad at that face? But, I can't really let go of what happened. You still need to make it up to me, you know?"

Solomon puts you on his shoulder, earning a few curious looks from demons going about their day.

"Oh, don't worry, my dearest apprentice. I'll only have a bit of harmless fun."

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Barbatos' eye twitches as he looks at Solomon, and you, comfortably perched on his shoulder. "Why", he begins, voice laced with absolute disgust, "have you brought that thing here?"

If looks could kill, you'd be a dead mouse by now.

"Please remove it immediately."

“Oh, come now. They’re harmless. Would you like to hold them?” Says Solomons, as be brings you closer to the butler. You feel the urge to hide in Solomon's sleeves.

Barbatos goes rigid. “I despise rats,” he says evenly.

"Now, now, that is no way to talk about my dear apprentice. Also, they’re a mouse, not a rat."

"...Apprentice?" Barbatos finally takes a closer look at you. "I see."

He takes a step back, eyes glowing with ancient power. “Then there is no need for this nonsense.” Time seems to warp around you, and a second later, you find yourself sitting on the floor back in your human form. You were unharmed, albeit a bit dizzy. Barbatos helps you up. "I was having so much fun. And you just had to go and do that..." Solomon says in a disappointed manner. "Still, I guess it is quite a rare opportunity to see the Barbatos perform his time magic."

Barbatos chooses to ignore Solomon, instead checking on you to ensure you were feeling alright.

As fun as it was seeing Barbatos try so hard to maintain his composure, you do feel kind of guilty. “Barbatos, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” you say sheepishly.

“It is forgiven,” he says immediately. "I was just preparing tea for the Young Master. Would you like to join him? I'm sure he would be delighted" "How come I never get invited—" begins Solomon.

“Solomon, you may take your leave now.”

Solomon sighs dramatically. “You ruin all my fun.”

A/N: Locked in so hard that I didn't even realize how long this became. Just sat here for three hours straight. This might be the most random fic I've written yet. But hey, I thinks it's pretty cute and i got to write all my favourite characters in one fic so yay.

I.

Lilia didn't expect to fall in love with you but he didn't regret it. He wasn't sure when hanging upside down to scare the shit out of you turned into hanging upside down to steal a kiss before class happened, but he liked it.

You were stalwart and stubborn, impressing and aggravating Sebek. Your wit was dry and sharp but your smile was so disarmingly tender he found himself tongue tied. Even now, lying in bed with you, his heart could only thunder in anticipation as your eyes finally pulled away from the textbook and met his.

He felt his cheeks heating up like a helpless schoolboy with his first crush. You smiled knowingly at him, amusement all over your face as you slid deep into the sheets with him. Your fingers smoothed up his chest in teasing tiptoe motions, hands fanning out to wrap around his shoulders. His inner trickster grappled with the competitive general of his past, both paralyzed by the shockwaves from your gentle touch.

Though nervous and lilting, his laugh was low and luscious.

The scent of your skin, the flush of blood underneath, roused what Lilia had long-since buried and refused to acknowledge. He felt his teeth itching, his stomach coiling and burning. To scratch the itch and smother the fire, he rolled atop you. Relishing in the feel of you beneath him as if it was his first major victory on the battlefield, Lilia leaned down to claim his prize.

The door flew open with a bang that echoed like an explosion. Lilia hadn't fully registered Malleus in the doorway before his hand found the dagger under his mattress and flung it. You could only imagine what he, Silver, and Sebek grew up with since he looked unfazed by said dagger. It bounced off a shimmering green magic shield that melted into nothingness as Malleus glared at him.

"No eggs before marriage!" the fae prince pointed a manicured black nail at Lilia.

Lilia's brows furrowed, lips pursing. "My species don't lay eggs and you know it!" he grabbed blindly for a pillow and threw it.

Malleus simply turned on a polished heel, flipping his ponytail behind him as he stomped down the hall. You'd only seen his face for a few seconds but he looked beyond happy with himself.

"Kids! Ugh..." Lilia huffed, rolling his eyes. The ravenousness dwindled but the desire to drink you in remained. You giggled as Lilia propped himself up on one hand, staring distrustfully at the door before deeming it safe and snuggling down beside you.

II.

He didn't know if he would ever be open about his past. Part of him thought it only fair since that's what good partners did but the other thought it pointless since he'd changed so much. If his old self saw him now, he'd probably call him a scummy human sympathizer. There were hundreds of years of bad blood and history to unpack before you could begin to understand, he feared. Another part of him had cursed his tongue, he thought, because bringing anything up seemed impossible.

Like he knew his own name, he knew he couldn't tell you anything until he told Silver some truths. Truths the boy more than deserved even if Lilia didn't want to admit it. I'M his father, damn it! That's MY boy! Lilia growled to himself.

He'd rather you know him for who he is now, not who he used to be.

"Does your back hurt? You're making that noise again." your voice was soft with concern and he was surprised it ripped him so violently from his self-imposed anguish.

His eternal torment.

Lilia's mouth wouldn't reference the path but his body did. From joint to jagged scar and spasm to sporadic nightmare.

"A little." Lilia wouldn't meet your gaze but that wasn't unusual. Sometimes he got a little funny about his aches and pains. He wasn't as obsessed with youth as Vil but he didn't like his body reminding him that he wasn't as young as he looked.

"Let me help," you patted the bed. You both knew he got a little skittish and standoffish when he had to undress. Lilia was trying to be better about it but it was a work in progress. Suddenly there seemed to be too many layers and his fingers were too clumsy. He started to miss buttons and yank too hard.

You wrapped your arms around him, warm and soft. Your heartbeat was like a band-aid on his phantom wounds. He sank into you, bewildered and swaddled. Your love was like an epiphany and he was dazed by it.

In awe of it.

He didn't remember the tie falling on the floor, or his shirt or vest, but the sound of him sliding onto his stomach was deafening. It reset his senses and allowed them to be full of you.

You pressing and kneading, your fingers delicate and careful. Your body warm, draped over his own. If he tapped into the bond you'd formed with him, he could see your true feelings. You treated his pain like something you could physically touch, like trash to be thrown away and never seen again.

Something you were confident you could fix.

He saw it as you throwing away the bad parts of him and it was enough to bring a tear to his eye. Lilia moaned through grit teeth and sheets. You would mistake the noise for pain but it was actually the relief of dropping burdens that didn't have names.

"More pressure? Less? Is it helping?"

"More than you know." Lilia mustered his strength and rested his chin on folded hands. For the first time in a long time, he allowed himself to relax. To be pampered.

He was so used to being ready, to having his guard up, that he forgot what it was like to let someone in.

You continued to massage him and Lilia felt himself melt. He hadn't felt this kind of love in a long time. Now he knew why massages made minis (as the saying went). Assuring you he was fine, Lilia rolled to his side and wiggled out from under you.

Sebek burst in, eyes narrowed and raking over the scene. Lilia paused between your legs, your own still around his hip from where you'd slipped off. "NO CANOODLING!" he bellowed, brandishing a spray bottle.

"Sebek, no! Sebek, stop!" Lilia yelled, wincing against the spray as he held his hands in front of his face.

"IT WAS GOOD ENOUGH FOR US, IT'S GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!" Sebek kept a safe distance from the bed, arm locked and spray bottle aimed like a wand. You were beginning to think Lilia had trained them with moving targets because his flailing hands made no difference.

Suddenly, the water stopped. The bottle hissed and wheezed. Sebek made a tactical retreat as Lilia wiped his eyes and scoffed at the overwhelming sweetness drying on his skin. You leaned over to grab his shirt from the floor, offering him a sleeve.

"That seemed personal!" you laughed as he complained about how sweet his skin and shirt smelled. Almost like they'd put powdered marshmallow in there!

Unamused red eyes stared into you. That look would be dry and deadly if not for his wet, messy bangs. He looked hot and helpless at the same time. "Unique children require unique training." he sighs, flopping back on the bed, "How else was I supposed to raise a fire-breather and a half-fae that bites impulsively?"

"You sound like an interesting parent," you mussed his hair, wondering what it would look like disheveled and styled.

"Want to find out?" Lilia teases. He'd much rather sweat out the sweetness on his skin and smell like you.

"INAPPROPRIATE! IT'S NOT ALLOWED!" Sebek hollered. You couldn't tell where he was but it was clear he heard you.

"Not allowed?" He winked at you, slipping into a regular shirt with a laugh. "You can dictate what I do when you beat me, boy! Have at me!" Lilia darted down the hall quicker than you could blink. You weren't sure what you heard but you saw Sebek sail through the air with a yelp.

You poked your head around the corner and peered into the training room. A quick glance suggested they were rolling around on the floor but Lilia actually had him half pinned and was pulling his ankle towards the back of his head. Sebek kicked his arched foot, Silver pulling you out of the doorway as the shoe flew past.