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↳ pet names that the demon brothers like to call you by. [all brothers x gn!reader]
tags: just fluff! + pet names lol. ‘doll’ is used once, i wouldn’t consider it feminine but take it as you will. otherwise gn :)
notes: first fic on this blog heheh. reblogs are super appreciated, please and thank you <3
lucifer ━━━
a gloved hand runs through black hair, the eldest brother glaring at the paperwork covering his desk. you wonder for a brief moment if he thinks the look he’s giving it will force it away.
“stressed?” you ask him, a teasing tone to your voice.
he hums in discontent. “something like that.”
you straighten from your spot leaned against the door frame and walk over to him. your hands come up to his shoulders and rub at the muscles there, hoping to bring him some sore of relief.
“need any help?” you ask.
“i’m alright, darling, but thank you.” though still clearly stressed, he offers you a small smile.
mammon ━━━
“you will not believe what i just got!”
mammon walks into your room previously unannounced, dorky smile painting his face. he holds up two slips of paper, waving them in front of your face. it takes you a moment to read the writing.
“ooh, are those tickets? for that movie i wanted to see?”
he beams at your excitement. “i’m the best.”
“yeah, you are,” you smile and reach for the tickets in his hands. “thank you so much.”
“anything for you, doll.”
leviathan ━━━
“hey, can you—“ levi speaks to you, but frowns at his game. “no, i can’t heal you. there are two other characters who can.”
you watch him curiously, watch as he rolls his eyes at the person he’s playing with. “what’s up?”
he takes one side of his headset off. “i’m sorry. can you grab me my water? it’s on my nightstand.”
“oh, sure.” you reach over from where you’re tucked comfortably into his bedsheets and grab the water bottle on his nightstand. “here.”
he turns around him his chair to grab the water bottle you toss at him. he catches it easily and smiles at you. “thank you, honey.”
satan ━━━
“are you comfy?”
you sit upright with a small yelp. you look around, gathering your thoughts back. what was supposed to be a quick lie-down on the couch in satan’s room turned into a nap, apparently.
“i- uhm. yeah.” you answer quickly. one hand comes up to rub the sleep from your eyes.
“you can rest if you’re tired, my love. i have some reading i wanted to catch up on anyway.” satan says, moving to sit beside you.
you take a deep breath and ponder the offer for a moment. instead of responding, you simply lay back down and use his lap as a pillow. he’ll get the idea eventually.
asmodeus ━━━
the squeal asmo let out was beyond exstatic. he clasped his hands together, smiling ear to ear.
“ah, i’m so excited.” he said, running off to some corner of his room.
“is it really that exciting?”
asmo frowns at you rather dramatically. he feigns a look of offense and continues to his closet, you following a few steps behind.
“oh, i love how this would look on you, cutie.”
you smile fondly at the nickname and continue to watch as he picks out various clothes for you to try on.
beelzebub ━━━
“y’know… doesn’t matter how strong i am, you’re a demon and i really don’t think i’m capable of spotting you at the gym.” you say.
you know he likes to work out, but him lifting weights worried you sometimes.
“it’s alright. i promise i’ll be fine, sweetheart.”
you glare at him. you know he will be, but a little voice in the back of your head won’t let you stop worrying about him. you suppose its a good thing.
belphegor ━━━
“good morning,” you tease, nodding toward the alarm clock that read 4:38 PM. “nice of you to rise so early.”
he grumbles at you, wiping sleep from his eye. he takes one of the pillows he’s been snuggled up with and tosses it at you, playful smile making its way onto his face.
you bat the pillow away, smiling back at him.
“you are so mean.” you claim, though still smiling.
summary: levi starts a stream right after you put lipstick on
cw: one mention of being eaten, he’s obsessed w/ you what can i say, ooc levi, also im 90% sure this should be tagged yandere lol
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The embodiment of envy itself sits pretty on his gaming chair, looking up at you and following your movements in a daze. He doesn’t think he has the capacity to do anything right now, let alone start his weekly stream. His entire face is flushed with the cutest pink hue because of all the blood rushing to his face at your affections and every languid kiss you give turns him more and more into the demonification of jelly, but he thinks being eaten by you would be the best way to die. He’d be connected to you in a way no one else would, always with you forever and ever–
“Levi?”
He yelps in the most embarrassing way possible and he immediately wants to crawl down to the Underground Tombs so he would never have to see anyone again, but then you laugh and he realises he wouldn’t be able to see or hear or touch you if he did that. The thought of it makes his very skin melt, or maybe his face just hasn’t calmed down yet.
“Y-Yeah?”
Your smile is teasing, predatory even. Like you know something he doesn’t and you’re going to enjoy every moment of his ignorance.
“You have a stream to start, don’t you?”
He nods, and your smile grows wider. You give him one last kiss– it’s longer than the others but shorter than he’d like, and he whines when your fingers lightly scratch his nape in the way you know makes him go insane for more of you. It’s over before he has the chance to beg and he sends a longing look your way as you make yourself comfortable in the spot you’ve claimed as yours in his room. Just out of sight from his camera but close enough that he doesn’t have to move much to see you’re still there when he gets nervous.
He takes a few breaths to try and calm himself down and get his head in the game, but thoughts of you linger nonetheless, like a part of you had permanently embedded yourself into his very being. Levi figures this condition is the best he can get before he’s really late, so he starts the stream as he is.
He doesn’t notice anything different at first, but he’s too focused on making it look like everything is normal and that he isn’t still obsessing over you to notice what his chat is saying. He plays through the game he’s chosen as usual for a good while, becoming invested in the gameplay before he finally has a chance to rest in-game. It’s only now that he realises he hasn’t looked at the live chat since he started, and what he sees makes him want to pass out.
@/lover-b0y: LMAOO HE STILL HASN’T NOTICED
@/sweeti3s: you need to check the mirror before you start your stream my guy 😭
@/crystal-empire: do you think he did this on purpose?
@/loneeerrrr: way to make me feel single 😥😥
Levi immediately ducks under the desk in a frenzy and pulls out his rarely-used camera app, and what he sees can’t possibly be him. His entire face is covered in lipstick marks– from his cheeks to his nose to his eyes– but it’s especially bad on his lips. It’s smeared like crazy and it’s glaringly obvious to anyone who looks at him that he just had a make-out session.
He sits under his table as he struggles to figure out what to do– brain going a mile a minute but still getting nowhere. But then he feels you staring and he looks up to see you sitting right next to him with your head lowered to not hit yourself against the desk.
His mind struggles to register anything but you. You’re with him and you’re so close he can smell the very essence of you. He’s envious of the very clothes on your back, of your lungs and your ribs and your intestines because why doesn’t he get to be that close to you?
“I turned off your stream.”
Your voice tunes out everything for him, but he musters up a “thank you…” in response.
You look empathetic when you apologise. “I’m sorry, was that too much for you?”
It was too much but not enough at the same time. He wishes you hadn’t pulled this stunt but he’s ecstatic that you did. He wishes you kissed him on stream, he hopes you leave a mark every time he goes out but he also wants to keep this side of you to himself. Why should anyone else get to see the affection you’ve given him? It’s his and his alone but the other part sees this as you claiming him as yours, and it’s a title he wants everyone to know.
“Levi, you okay?”
“Will you kiss me?” he blurts out.
It doesn’t matter how many times he asks, but you always respond with a smile too soft for someone like him. It melts every barrier he could ever put up and he welcomes everything you do to him with open arms, but all he feels is lips so perfectly moulded to fit against his own that he knows you’re the only one he’ll ever want so carnally.
~Human superstitions may not be believed in the Devildom. But you know bad luck when you see it.
a/n: Does this look familiar? It might. I realized that I never posted the other parts so I decided to take this down, clean it up, and repost it with the others so all the parts are together!
Lucifer~
Lucifer is exhausted…
With Diavolo and Barbatos away on business, he has taken up the brunt of all of the paperwork from RAD. He has locked himself away in his office so he can diligently do his work without any distractions.
And that he does.
The only time anyone in the House of Lamination has seen the Avatar of Pride is when, at your insistence, he leaves his office to eat, shower, or take an unfulfilling rest.
It’s not enough, but he is thankful that you take the time to pester him to do something good for himself when he slips into this workaholic mindset.
But behind his office door, he is struggling. His face is so low to the desk that he wonders if he is actually awake at all.
Is he actually doing his work or just dreaming of it?
The thought sends an ice-cold shiver down his spine. His shoulders jolting him upwards in a panic. His weary, blood-red gems zero in on the sheets before him, and he is relieved to see that he, indeed, was not dreaming of work.
A gentle but determined rapping on his heavy wooden door pulls him from his thoughts.
He clears his throat and watches the entryway eagerly. He knows that little knock anywhere. “Come in, Mc.” With a flick of his wrist, the door is magically whisked open so you can step in, wheeling in a little tea cart. The little cups clink cheerfully as you scold him for not taking a break earlier.
He stands to greet you and finally takes a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. His hair is ruffled, and his face looks unusually pale. But the most shocking thing to him is that his dress shirt is on inside out.
When you see it, you let out a little snort in amusement. The blush doesn’t come to his cheeks, but the fact that he is looking so unkept in front of you causes him to panic.
“I think you should keep it like that, Luci,” you smile, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I heard that somewhere in the human world, it’s bad luck to turn your clothes around when they’re inside out."
He pauses briefly, processing your words, but to his knowledge, human superstitions of misfortune carry little weight in the devildom. Anything that may happen to a human once a black cat crosses their path or walks under a ladder is purely coincidental. But your worry warms his heart.
"It’s just a superstition, My Dear. But thank you for caring about me,” he smirks, giving you that little pet name that never fails to make your knees go weak.
Giving you a full show, he swiftly removes his shirt and places it on correctly. If anyone else saw him like this, it would be quite humiliating, but with you, it’s a silly little memory that will bring him comfort for years to come.
With the shirt on correctly, he moves out a little wrinkle and looks up at you, raising his brow as if to say, ’See? No harm done.’
But in that same instant, a strong gust of wind miraculously blows open the previously locked windows.
His brilliantly organized paperwork scatters about the room in a whirlwind of ink and parchment as he curses under his breath.
“I told you it was bad luck,” you cry out, rushing over to shut the windows, shutting them quickly before any more damage is done.
“This may not have anything to do with my clothes,” he sighs, crouching down, beginning to sort out the papers. Some of them are definitely damaged beyond repair, but thankfully, not all of his hard work is lost.
“Whatever you say, Luci,” you tease, joining him on the floor to help him out.
Your assistance is invaluable to the Demon, and soon, the floor will be clear of paper debris. Lucifer secures the last incomplete pile in a folder and extends his hand to help you off the floor where you had sat cross-legged, inspecting each little page.
“Thank you for your help today, Mc; without you here, this little cleanup would’ve taken me far too long.”
There is a mischievous little light in your eyes as you take his hand. “I know how you can thank me properly.”
“Oh, you do?” he teases, thinking up something sinfully sweet. “Please enlighten me.”
You bring over the tea cart from earlier, the enchanted teapot still releasing a gentle tendril of perfumed steam as if it had just been poured.
“Take a proper break, Lucifer.” Your voice is stern and leaves no room for argument. “You’ve been working way too hard, and we both know it.”
He laughs and goes to sit down in his office chair in defeat. He knows you’re right. “Fine, you win. But I expect your company to be a part of this little deal of ours~.”
His beloved office chair creaks, and he feels himself falling backward. You reach out a hand to keep him from falling with his now-broken seat, but get taken to the floor with him.
His back hits the carpet first as you land comfortably on top of him unharmed. You burst out laughing, and he cannot escape its infectious nature. “See?” you gasp between giggles. “This is what I meant about bad luck.”
He may not be the biggest believer in bad luck, but if the two of you ending up like this is considered bad luck, the Demon may not mind a bit of human superstition.
Mammon~
If he had lost a bet to anyone else, Mammon would be holed up in his room, sulking. But seeing the expression of pure joy on your face as you walk down the cobbled streets of Majolish towards the ice cream parlor makes him feel a bit better about his loss.
There is a spring in your step that makes the Demon’s chest seem a bit lighter as he follows slightly behind you. Something shiny catches his eye on the path ahead. He loves shiny things.
“Oi, Mc,” he calls happily, rushing towards the unclaimed treasure on the ground just outside the parlor. “Check this out.”
It’s just a piece of grim on the ground, but Mammon’s greed gets the better of him.
Just as he crouches down to take the sweet, sweet Grimm for himself, you place a gentle yet firm hand on his shoulder.
“I don’t think you should take that,” you say worriedly.
Mammon looks at you like you just told him Beel went on a juice cleanse.
With pure disbelief.
“What are ya talkin' about?” He laughs. “It’s free, Grimm. How can I be the Great Mammon if I don’t take it?”
Shake your head and point down at the still-untouched coin. “Look, it’s tails side up.” Your voice is so serious, but the Demon still has no idea what you’re going on about.
“Yeah, so?”
“In the human world, there’s a belief that if you find a coin with its tail side up, it is bad luck if you take it for yourself. You should flip it and leave it for someone else to find.” Your lips curve outward in a smile at your explanation, as if talking about this silly human belief fulfills some sense of longing you have.
The white-haired Demon tosses his head back in good-natured laughter. “Silly human, that kind of superstitious stuff isn’t real. I’ll take the Grimm and put it towards somethin’ special."
You let go of his shoulder wearily and roll your eyes. "All right, whatever you say, Mammon.” You start to walk towards the ice cream parlor with a happy smile on your face.
His own is bright and victorious as he picks up the coin and slips it into his pocket. “Wait for me, Mc,” he calls, springing to his feet and rushing after you.
He watches as the glass door shuts magically behind you, and he steps into the glass pane, ready to push it open, only to walk right into the door face-first. “Owww.”
His nose is throbbing as he stumbles back. Seeing his face print marking the clear surface would be a lot funnier if he weren’t so embarrassed.
You open the door and gently guide him inside. “Mammon! Are you okay?” you ask, sitting him down in one of the parlor’s leather booths.“
"M’ fine,” he mumbles. Low-key loving the attention that you are giving him. He pulls out his wallet and hands Goldie to you. “Let’s jus get some ice cream.”
You take the card, promising to get something that he will like. As you walk away, the pain in his face starts to subside. But this sensation is quickly replaced with another unpleasant one. Cold water droplets begin to land on the crown of his head. It’s small, harmless, but extremely annoying.
He shifts to the left, and it lands on him, sending a strange shiver down his spine.
To the right. The droplets still land on his head.
You come back once the Demon is balancing on the very edge of the booth, two glorious-looking ice cream cones in your hands. Mammon’s gaze zeroes in on the ice cream cone topped with edible gold flakes. “Is that one for me?” he grins, reaching towards the sparkling treat. It barely reaches his lips before the scoop topples off the cone and onto the Avatar of Greed’s pants.
You say nothing as you try to hide your laughter, and Mammon has to wonder if this bad luck stuff humans are worried about may be the real deal after all.
“Mammon?” you say kindly, sliding a pile of napkins across the table for him. “Do you want me to get you another one?”
“Yea,” he mutters embarrassedly. “I-in a cup this time, please, Mc.”
Leviathan~
Nights like these are some of Levi’s favorites. It’s just you, him, and Henry. Although the latter is just swimming circles around his fishbowl, not paying the two of you any mind.
The Avatar of Envy is struggling greatly, trying to divide his attention equally between the game and your pretty face illuminated underneath the blue light of the screen.
Thankfully, your opponents are not that good, so he can do both. And when you get the final kill to secure your win, he watches in puppy love admiration as you throw your hands up in the air victoriously and sink back into the dark beanbag chair he set up next to his gaming chair.
“We did it!” you sigh, wiggling out of your chair. “I’m gonna grab a drink from the kitchen before the next round. Do you want anything?”
“Sure, thank you,” he hums, trying to think what drinks are in the fridge. “Could I get one of the Blushberry Spritz?”
“You bet,” the smile you give him is blinding. Although he may be a shut-in, just spending a few minutes with you is like being outside, feeling the gentle rays of the mortal sun on his face.
With you gone, he doesn’t enter another game. Instead, he decides to pull up a different tab on his computer to check some of his emails.
He entered a giveaway for some merch the other day and keeps poking into his inbox to find out if he has won anything.
The first few emails are just promos and order updates for his Akuzon packages. But he notices that one of his online friends sends him some kind of attachment. Just as he clicks it open, you come back into the room, placing a chilled can of Spritz on his Rui and Friends coaster.
“What’s that?” you ask, leaning over his shoulder. You’re so close to him. Levi can feel his skin heating up, his thoughts fizzling out of his head like the bubbles in his drink.
What if he just turned and kissed you?
Wouldn’t that just be so crazy?
“Levi?” Your sweet voice brings the now-flustered Otaku back to reality, and he tries to remember what it was that the two of you were talking about before. His amber gaze darts to the screen for a hint, and then he remembers the ominous message on the screen before him.
This Message is Crazy Powerful!!!
Send this thread to 10 friends and ur CRUSH!!! Will ask you out 2morrow <3 <3 <3
Ignore And Be CURSED With Bad Luck 4 Eva!!!
You sigh and sit down in your seat, “Ugh, you guys get this kind of stuff in the Devildom too? I hate those things.”
Levi sorts and clicks away from the email. “Yea, this stuff’s for normies.”
“So you’re not gonna send it at all?” you ask, a bit of worry in your tone that makes Levi’s heart beat faster. You’re worried about him, and it makes him feel so, so good. Like, he just got the grand prize out of a claw machine on his first Grimm kind of good.
“Nah, like I said, it’s just a silly message,” he beams, deleting the message and going back to the game lobby.
You laugh it off and pick up your controller, your separate screens buffering as the countdown begins.
10…
9…
8…
7…
6…
5…
4…
Your screen continues to count down, but Levi’s stays frozen halfway between four and three.
“Wait, what is happening?” he whines as his screen stays unmoving. “Mc, is your screen acting like this, too?”
He turns to look at your screen and realizes that you are already on the map. The other online members of your team rush past his unmoving character without care.
“Oh shoot, Levi.” you exclaim, “I’ll stay with you until your screen catches up.” He watches as your little character rushes back to the frozen Leviathan just in time to see his avatar explode into a pile of little purple pixels.
Levi bites back a curse as his screen finally catches up, but now all it’s saying is ‘GAME OVER’
You try to hold your ground, but your rescue attempt leaves your character right out in the open.
Your avatar meets a similar fate a few minutes later.
You laugh it off with that sweet human optimism he loves, and he tries to keep his cool. After all, the last thing he wants to do is embarrass himself in front of you.
But the same thing happens again.
And again…
And again…
Even after he reboots the Wifi, he still dies in-game due to some weird glitch or system error.
After the 7th or so glitched match, he begins to wonder if you were right about that bad luck stuff after all.
'GAME OVER’ fills his screen again as he lets out a cry in defeat. At least this round, he was able to make it a few steps before getting hunted down, but it’s still so annoying.
Levi looks over at you and sees you chewing the inside of your cheek in thought. But then the strangest thing happens.
You quit the game and place your controller on the table. “That was rough,” you said, your smile just as bright as ever. Even after the last half hour of his helpless, probably cursed, playthrough attempts. “How about we watch a movie instead?”
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: The Older Brothers (Separate) x Gn!reader
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: A little, like smidge suggestive, smidge of possessiveness
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: I apologize if the brothers are Ooc, and for any mistakes
Part 1 Part 2
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Lucifer is a busy demon
You never fail to notice the irritation he has when he wakes up and has to make coffee, it takes time off of his schedule for the day.
So, you made a plan to wake up before he did and make him a fresh cup of coffee and go back to bed before he comes into the kitchen
Lucifer was delighted and much happier throughout the day when we wakes up to the strong smell of his coffee
But eventually his curiosity gets the best of him.
Who has been making his coffee for him, and who knows him well enough to make sure there is enough for 3 cups?
He has a strong idea who it is once he realizes you are harder to get up in the morning since the mystery coffee started.
Lucifer decides to catch you in the act, to answer his suspicions and thank you
The Devildom is still dark, clouds blocking out any sunlight from the human and celestial realm. It's around 6 in the morning, your bare feet are cold against the long hallways of the house of lamentation.
The house is getting colder as the seasons pass, your having to wear a sweater or a robe when you wake up in the early mornings. Maybe you should mention to Lucifer that he should think about turning on the heaters at night.
Your rub your eyes triedly when walking into the kitchen. Flipping on the light above the stove, you turned the coffee maker on, the small bulbs lighting up the darker area. You reached above the coffee pot and dug out a paper filter and the ground coffee.
Once you cleaned out the pot, you set it in the maker. You opened the package of filters and put on it along with the ground coffee beans. The smell is strong, almost enough to make your eyes water.
Lucifer likes his coffee black and some water to thin it out. It reminds you of your father, he likes his coffee the same way. You smile fondly of the thought of your dad.
Your body tenses when the coffee makers makes a rumbling sound as it begins the process of making the coffee.
You lean against the counter and watch the steam flow out any open space, the brown liquid pouring into the glass pot. You felt your soul leave you body when the kitchen lights flicked on.
Lucifer, in all his glory, stood at the entrance of the kitchen. Sleep still visible in his tired eyes, his hair slightly sticking up, his silk PJs wrinkled and sticking to his robe. You blush at the sight.
"MC" His voice is groggy and dry, but he had a small, kind smile on his face. "Hi Luci" You make sure to stay quiet, not wanting to wake anyone else up.
"So it has been you? Waking up at such early hours just to please me?" His voice is low and teasing but there is genuine happiness in his voice.
"Yes, I noticed you got irritated and it took a lot of time out of your day to make it" You explained, pressing your palms against the cold, marble countertop.
Lucifer hummed and walked over to you, his slipper gently hitting the hardwood floor. His ruby eyes never leaving you, his smile never fading.
When he got to you he brought you into a hug, his hand in your hair his other around your waist and shoulders. You smiled and wrapped your arms around him, hooking themselves under his arms and resting on his shoulder blades.
Your cheek pressed against his toned chest, your eyes closed as you and him begin to sway. His head rested on yours while he held you close. His chest vibrated as he started humming, it's faint and quiet; only you and him are able to hear it.
Lucifer never has or had someone to care for him in such a little way, but it effects him so deeply he can't help but fall more in love with you.
You have such a kind soul, he had sensed it ever since you arrived. He doesn't know what he did to deserve you, but he is eternally grateful.
I truly believe The Great Mammon, is forgetful af.
He is always leaving something he needs behind.
Like his sunglasses, his favorite necklace, his favorite pair of earrings, even his car keys, or his favorite powdered foundation for modeling sessions.
The list goes on and on.
You noticed his forgetful habit before you even started dating him.
You constantly reminded him, a few or more times before he left the house but he always manages to leave something behind.
While you and the boy's were out at the mall one day, you decided to get him something to keep all of his things in.
A purse was a little to girly and he'd probably be embarrassed to carry it around, tho yk he would try just for you.
A wallet was to small to hold his car keys and foundation.
Plus, he already has a gold wallet he kept with him everywhere he went, even in his sleep.
Then you found it, the perfect thing just for your Mammon.
You just so happen to find it in Bath & Body works. The small black bag was perfect. It was big enough to hold his car keys and anything on the bigger side, but also had smaller pockets for jewelry and extra grim.
You couldn't help but smile, your chest buzzing with joy. You grabbed the bag and stepped in line. The line was long, all the demons are impatient, big or small. Always grumbling under their breath.
You always felt uncomfortable around all of them, especially when you didn't have one of the brothers with you. They despise you for being human, they think it's fun to pick and make fun of you. For literally anything under the dark sky of the Devildom.
You've learned to ignore it, one of the brothers or you handsome boyfriend usually scares the shit out of them anyway, but when it's just yourself your are a little more vigilant.
"Hi, this all for Ya?" The cashier was faux friendly, of course. Her name badge crooked and her hair was unneat and definitely unkept.
"Yes" You handed her the bag and got out the credit card Lucifer and Mammon had made for you an only you.
She gave you the biggest side eyes you've ever received. The card is black and gold, the royal stamp in the middle of it. A sparkly Gold outlining the edges making a pattern towards the marking on the back. The mark of the greedy, you and Mammon's pact mark.
You knew he would know once you mad a purchase. His pact mark stinging as you got greedy when buying something, a courtesy of having the bond with the Avatar of greed. Always craving something more, always wanting and needing it. The items would shine and beckon you in, temptation tugging at you.
You swallowed the thought of buying the whole store and quickly left. You could feel the greed seeping into your soul.
"Oi! MC!" Mammon's voice quickly brought you out of your tempting thoughts. You watched him jog towards you, his limba ring glowing a beautiful gold.
"Hi Mams" You said breathlessly, your own eyes shining a bright yellow. Mammon's face flushed, his pact mark stinging into his skin. But it felt so good when it did, he need it to sting more, to watch you get greedy infront of him or, even better, for him.
"I got you something" You smile so softly, it brings him to his knees.
"O-Of course you got the Great Mammon something, who wouldn't?" He grinned and curiously watched you hand him the white and blue plastic bag.
Mammon's face was bright red, his hands reached into the shopping bag and took out his gift. His eyes shines with happiness, a bright smile engulfing his beautiful face.
"I got it to hold the things your forgetting all the time, you just put it in there so it's all together" You explained holding into his free hand and swinging it back in forth.
Mammon wanted to cry. You are so perfect. So kind, so sweet to him. His perfect human. All to himself.
He brought you into a bone crushing hug, the bag you got him he held tightly in his hands. You giggled and hugged him back, running your fingers along his spine and shoulders.
Mammon made sure to always keep the bag with him, a small picture of you and him tucked away in his wallet and that bag. He also spoiled the shit outta you at the mall that day.
Levi is probably the second most untidy out of his brothers, next to Mammon.
Games all over the floor near his tv, his dirty clothes basket overflowing with clothes, his blankets unwashed.
Its just a mess.
And I picture you as sort of a neat freak some days, you don't mind the mess it's just not and organized mess?
Levi is embarrassed about his room and he does try to make a mental note to keep it cleaner for when your around but he forgets. To engrossed by his games to remember.
You know he trys to remember to clean it but, Levi can't help himself when all of his gaming friends are playing in he's not
He is the Avatar of Envy after all.
So while he games and you are just hanging out in his room, you decide to pick up his cave.
But only behind him so he can't see, Levi doesn't really notice nor does he hear it, his headset on all the way.
He does notice after you are gone how his room feels cleaner, bigger. Maybe it was just your calming presences.
You do this quite often, and you even clean up his games on the floor when he's at a student council meeting.
DO NOT ENTER
The sign on your boyfriends door reads. You are surprised Levi gave you permission to go into his room without him there. It make you smile knowing that he trusts you enough.
It's almost and intimate thing. His room is his safe space, where he can be himself and not be bothered by his brothers. Where he can watch all of his shows without being teased. Where he can cosplay all of his favorite characters and daydream of what they'd be like in person.
You find all of this adorable, it's what makes Levi, Levi.
When you are inside his room, Your are hesitant in cleaning up his gaming space, that is almost sacred. So you decide to leave it be untill you ask his permission. But his room is starting to smell from Levi's dirty clothes that continues to pile up against the wall.
You begin by separating his nice clothes form his everyday clothes, those go to the dry cleaners on Tuesday. The rest go into your laundry basket and down to the laundry room.
You hope the meeting will be and extra bit longer today, so you could be in and out before Levi and the brothers get home. If Lucifer found out you were the one doing his laundry and picking up his room, he'd hang you and Levi off the roof like Mammon.
You have your headphones on, one ear isn't covered so you could hear the loud stomping of the boys when they get home. You start humming with the song that rings into you ears, your head bobbing with the beat.
You carry down a load of Levi's laundry. You get the washer ready and start it, his shirts getting wet as the washer fills with water. You bring the rest of his shirts and his socks and put them into the second washer, that sits underneath the first one. With 8 people living in one house you have to have more than one washer and dryer.
While his clothes are washing, you decide to clean around his bed and dust things off. Henry, you and Levi's adopted son, watches out of his fish tank. You lift things up and dust underneath them but set them right where they once were.
After dusting, you clean up all the trash around his tub and put it in his little Ruri trash can next to his night stand. You check all the wrappers to make sure they don't have anything Levi would like on them before throwing them away.
You fail to notice your headphones slipping onto your uncovered ear. But you continued on with making his Tub the most comfortable it could be. His Ruri pillow directly where he likes it.
Being so occupied in your own little world and the music blasting in you ears, you didn't hear the heard of elephants coming up the stairs and Levi opening his bedroom door.
Levi watched you with a dark blush on his face. How you finished making his tub the way he likes it, the way you folded his clothes and set them neatly in his dresser. And all with a small smile on your face.
"Uh, MC." Levi finally spoke, his hands in his jacket pocket. When you didn't answer he saw you had headphones on. He knows you weren't purposely ignoring him, but he felt envy creeping up on him.
He knew he had to thank you in some way, but his anxiety spikes at the thought, his envy washing away. He decided on the just hugging you from behind, but he didn't want to scare you.
Levi slowly tapped your shoulder, you could feel someone in the room with you but you choose to ignore it. You have a very good idea who it is now. You slip your headphones off and see Levi's pale hand on your shoulder.
"Hi Levi" Your voice was so quiet and calming, you weren't surprised at all. His face was tinted a cute pink, his ears red.
"MC, Can...Can you stay turned that way?" He requested. You nodded and faced away from him.
A few seconds later you felt his slim arms around your waist, his head laying against your neck and shoulders. His breathing was fast, and his heartbeat was quick. You smiled and layed your hands over his.
"Thank you"
You almost missed it, his voice so quiet, his chest rumbled against you as he spoke. You smiled and leaned back against him.
This was Levi's way of saying thank you and showing affection You couldn't be more proud of him. He is slowly getting over his shyness and Tsuendere attitude. But You wouldn't have it any other way.
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[ tw dubcon , levi's name isn't stated , follows some SEA-ish folklore , ik canon colour of levi's scales in demon form is black but here it's white because... uh.. because i say so , p.s. colour of dragon in my folklore reflects age with gold being very aged & silver-white being less aged (? haha) and he's 3th so , his dragon scene turned out shorter than the world building ah.... sorry i'm tired now 🫠 ]
Synopsis:
The warmth leaves you soon after, and you find yourself fluttering your eyes open, licking your lips in distaste. In front of you is a guy with purple hair, black horns growing from where his ears are supposedly be and even smaller horns branching out from each. His orange eyes stare straight at you, seeing you or seeing through you— It feels more like the latter with how he's not even blinking.
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The sand particles enveloping your feet is still, the wind softly carressing your face. Your shoulders droop in relief the longer you stand. The sea stretches further into the distance, its dark blue almost overlapping with the purple of the skies. You take a few steps forward, letting the water rush between your toes in small waves.
"Catch!"
Your friend's voice is high-pitched as your vision suddenly blurs, eyes instinctively closing as you feel the droplets of water trailing down your face and your friend's giggle echoing in your ears. It takes you a few seconds to breathe in deeply, lips slowly curling into a wicked grin while you focus on their not-so-subtle footsteps. Hand swiftly reaching out to their direction, you manage to catch their wrist before scooping some water with your free hand and launching a counter attack in their face.
Shrieks fill the air in the next few minutes, comfortably disrupting your prior tranquility.
By the time your friend admits their defeat, not before you throw them a couple more splashes in the name of fun of course, both of you are soaked to the bone. The sky had bled more oranges and you return to where you gathered your belongings not too far away.
Until your friend screams again.
Except this time, their voice wobbles and if that wasn't an enough indicator, they quickly fling themselves onto you, clutching your bicep and turning your to their previous direction. Your gaze lands at the source of their distress just as they voice it out loud.
"S-snake..!"
Black. Shiny. Very shiny, in fact. The sunlight reflecting on its scales is enough to lull you into a small trance of admiration until your friend tightens their fingers around you. Contrary to your friend's state, the snake slithers around the spot, neither making the move forward or backward along the shore. It's almost cute if not for your friend scared to their wits end and you having no knowledge if the snake is even safe to pet.
You opt to scan the surrounding, spotting a twig nearby and walking over to grab it with your friend waddling in tow. Carefully approaching the black snake, you lift the animal gently with the twig, making sure it curls around the thin branch as your friend unglues themselves from you in response.
Letting them excuse themselves with packing up stuffs while you put away the snake, you continue your journey to the nearest patch of grass. You lower the twig to the ground, waiting patiently for the snake to uncurl and land itself. But it stays eerily still. Then its head turns towards you.
Is it about to eat you?
You put your hand out further for safety measure, placing as much distance between the two of you. But its eyes zone straight to yours, as if communicating something you're certain you're not receiving. It's more waiting until you decide it's enough, huffing a slow defeated sigh.
"Not here then?"
The snake perks up at the question, raising its body slightly as it wraps the twig tighter. Was that a yes?
You walk back to the shore, and the snake's grip on the wood loosens the more you approach the body of water. Before you get to set it down, the snake practically lunges itself to the sea, flickering water in your face, salty liquids entering your eyes while you hastily wipe them off. When you blink your eyes open again, the sight of a white, arched stone gate greets you.
What in the world—?
You weren't seeing things now, are you? You turn your head around, about to call your friend over when the view of an empty beach runs your blood cold.
Why— How.. Where did everyone go?
Was it.. that..... snake......?
Whipping your head to search for the animal, you were unsurprised to see the water surprisingly still with no snake in sight.
Maybe it swam away already. You attempt to reassure yourself, fingers fisting then unclenching by your side in repeat.
For a long moment, you stand there before the deteriorated gate. Maybe if you close your eyes long enough, this is just a weird dream.
Shut.
Open.
Still here.
Alright. You're a problem solver. This shouldn't be too out of possibility because there's no fucking way you teleported yourself into some alternate reality of the beach. That stuffs only happens in movies.
Okay. The gate. First. Check the gate.
You take a few steps closer, inspecting the gate which you just realized were also meticulously carved, unfamiliar patterns and symbolisms of— Snakes? Dragons? You can't tell — reptile-looking beings littered on it.
Walking another foot forward, you're suddenly pulled into the water, the weight and density of it crashing over you in waves, eyes squeezing shut reflexively when water starts pouring into your ears and nose. Your limbs jerk and push around as you feel your body sink lower and lower, your nose hit with a painful and stinging sensation when you accidentally breathe in. You know- How! To swim! So why- Are You! Struggling!
Despite your attempts, you can feel the water closing in on you, caging you on all sides as if it were trapping you into a box. Will this really be how you fucking die? And how will your friend even know? Wasn't it only a few minutes back you were having fun with the water? Why is it being cruel to you now?
You swim some more, or a pathetic attempt to, the few next minutes or maybe seconds an agonizing pain until it rings in your ears and everything dulls into a stretched silence.
It's barely there at first.
The press of something soft upon your lips. Then your mouth is parted open, and something wet and slimy collides with your tongue, swirling it over and under in careful prods, your cheeks warming up in subconscious.
What.. the hell...?
The warmth leaves you soon after, and you find yourself fluttering your eyes open, licking your lips in distaste. In front of you is a guy with purple hair, black horns growing from where his ears are supposedly be and even smaller horns branching out from each. His orange eyes stare straight at you, seeing you or seeing through you— It feels more like the latter with how he's not even blinking.
You stand there in silence, both staring at the other with blanketed curiosity. You break the eye contact first, gaze lowering down to his hips then his feet. He looks normal almost, if not for his horns or the scales crawling up his legs and his neck, or the big tail he has that's curling around you from a distance. On closer look, his feet are definitely more webbed and even... wet? Compared to yours that's- Oh. You're not drowning anymore.
Whipping your head to him in the next second, you lean closer and he leans backward in surprise, shoulders hunching inwards. Wait. Oh shit. Wait. He kissed you didn't he?
Alright. He's definitely not a human. He kissed you. And you're not drowning- Wait. Are you breathing? In? The? Water?
Eyes widening at the realization, you inch closer, intruding his personal bubble as you tug harshly at the lapels of his jacket.
"D-did you do that?"
His cheeks turn pink while he nods, the tip of his tail brushing lightly against your legs. Oh wow. He blushes. Quite easily at that. Let's not let your guard down, still.
"Where are we?"
You ask, hope building in your chest from finally seeing another being. It's a strange world. Strange situation. You should definitely care more about the logics but right now, you just want to go home.
The guy points to himself, shaping his hands to mimic a roof above his head, his lips parting to release a clicking sound. His words are almost soothing in a way, although you can't really tell if he's actually talking.
"...Your...house...?" You guess and he nods again, a smile pulling up on his face.
Cute.
"Do you know where my house is?" Loosening your grasp on him, it takes him a few seconds to give you an answer. He releases more clicks and a few chatters of his teeth, pointing to you then him before making a wave motion with his hand. Your expression must be of pure confusion when he immediately scrunches his nose and uncurls your fingers from his shoulders.
He puts a hand in your face, gently pushing you backwards before swimming a few feet away. When he glances back to find you unmoving from your spot, he swims even further until his figure turns small in your vision.
He can't be running away, right..? Dread settles within you at the thought and yet you wait, something in your gut telling you to trust him; a complete stranger.
It's comfortingly silent, the body of water surrounding you stopping in motion for the few moments he's holding your gaze, staying rooted finally to a spot with a hesitant smile on his face.
Fishes swim up to kiss his fingertips and school around his body. You watch one stream away from the others towards your direction, bumping its head lightly onto your cheek before joining its group. Slowly, they increase and increase by number until his figure is blocked from your sight by the sea creatures.
The sea suddenly splashes. Violent. Hard. You feel the air knocked out of you for the first, two, three second. A lump forms in the pit of your stomach. Then cold scales pressing and wrapping against your body, with just the right amount of pressure to ensure a firm yet careful grasp on you. Big, white, shiny body is all you see and for a moment, you're taken back to the image of the black snake earlier.
Water slowly drifts through your toes, the only indication you know you're being pulled— Towards somewhere? Something? —aside from the ever changing reflection of the sun you could observe from down here. It stops after a while and you're lifted upwards until you see him.
Orange irises in front of you, a flicker of purple shining in them. Although, right in this second, it's much bigger. So big that in fact that it's the only thing you see.
"H-ha..how?"
You dumbly open your mouth, mind already too tired to make sense with all the weird things this.. world? universe..? is bringing you. The creature in front of you only hums, a soft grumble echoing through his scales around your body.
It seems the look on your face in response satisfies him enough that he decides to continue swimming, tugging you close. You let him take you away, let the current water soothes your nerves. If you dream long enough, maybe this all will come to end. And by the sharp turns the creature is taking, you believe there's at least a destination he's set on.
You definitely shouldn't put your trust in this creature, your instincts scream. But here, it's quiet. It's peaceful. Somewhere no one else can get to you. Or is it the creature itself? The cool touch of his sparkling scales against your skin, calming and clear, fades your vision to sleep.
"Can you hear me? How did you even get here?" A familiar voice greets your ears and you're quick to rise your upper body upwards, their hands then catching your shoulders by reflex while you spew a series of salty water.
"T-the dragon-!"
You cry out to your friend. They only purse their lips and tentatively pat your head, "..Did you hit your head or something? What happened?"
The dragon!
Like you said! You repeat it clearly this time, but a jumbled up word pours out of your lips. Your friend pulls you to rise up to your feet, and you continue to echo the same thing.
"Dakon? I don't know who that is but come on, breathe with me. You're shaking so much." Their mutter worriedly, rubbing both of your shoulders as they turn you to them and starting their countdown.
Out of the corner of your eye, you're sure you saw an orange gleam from the sea. Your lips tingle.
this was soooooo much funn!! eeeepp!! (*≧∀≦*) and so fucking draining to me wkjsjzjs note to self to pace myself or write shorter next time
SUMMARY: He's so used to his brothers ignoring what he says that he doesn't know how to deal when you listen.
CHARACTER: Leviathan.
WARNINGS: None!!
COMMENTS: Levi was the first Obey Me character I ever had a crush on so I hope I do him justice!!
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“And that’s when Ruri-chan fires off her special spell and-!”
Levi halted his rant the second he turned around and saw a mostly empty room. His audience seemed to have vanished in thin air, and his enthusiasm went with them. He did it again. He did it again, rambling about stupid things nobody wanted to listen to, because of course he did. That’s all he was good for, huh? Just ruining things. He was a burden and he shouldn’t have even asked for their time, of course they had better things to do, because he wasn’t as important as Lucifer’s work or Satan’s book or Asmo’s beauty products or Beel’s food or Belphie’s sleep and Mammon wasn’t even worth mentioning because he was just the worst and-
“Levi...?” MC called out, eyes full of concern, “Are you alright?”
Right, they were still here. Oh no, they probably felt like they had to be there. Should he tell them to leave? They probably were only there because they pitied him.
“Ah...you don’t have to stay any longer, MC. You probably don’t even want to spend more time with a filthy otaku like me.” he mumbled, shrinking in on himself.
He watched as your brow furrowed lips twisting into a frown. He braced for your incoming scorn and eventual exit, the vision of your back in his doorway as the barrier between him and the outside world swung shut like a death toll squeezing his heart painfully.
“But I liked hearing about Ruri.” you said matter-of-factly, crossing your arms over your chest, “So I’m not leaving. Keep telling me about the battle, okay Levi?”
“Um-! Are you sure? I don’t want to keep you-” he feels his face growing hot as his mouth dries up, but he’s powerless under your gaze.
It’s brimming with affection and sadness, he realizes, a mixture he never thought he’d see coming from you.
“Levi...” you sigh, “I know everyone left, but I want to stay here until you kick me out. I promise. So please, keep talking.”
Levi needs a moment to collect himself before he can, because he feels like he’s going to cry. Envy made him feel like nothing was ever his, but here with you he realized that for once, your time was.
