#otome fluff

"A whole month dedicated to Lucifer?" Mammon's nose was scrunched in disgust at the thought. Satan was beside him, shaking his head shamefully. You let out a loud laugh, a snort escaping alongside your giggle at the faces they were making. "You humans have poor taste."

"No, silly demon," you laughed again as Mammon's cheeks flared pink at the name. "Pride month meaning a celebration for the different sexualities and genders that are out of the ordinary to others." You tilted your head with a frown as you saw their confusion, "I don't really know how to explain it well."

"I can!" Asmo jumped into the conversation with a grin. "Pride month commemorates the impact the LGBTQ+ members have. It does focus on honoring out of the norm genders and sexualities, though. In rememberance of the first Pride."

"Right, the Stonewall Riots in 1969."

Mammon frowned, tilting his head. He looked Asmo up and down in question, eyes guarded yet curious. Satan held his chin in thought, nodding once he properly gathered his thoughts. The blond spoke with a raised eyebrow, "so, nothing to do with Lucifer?"

"No," you rolled your eyes, "nothing to do with Lucifer."

Asmo claps then, the sparkling grin on his lips growing wider and spelling out touble for the rest of you. Throwing an arm around your shoulders — and ignoring Mammon's scowl — he rubbed his cheek against yours before speaking. "We should go out and celebrate! We don't have any real Pride celebrations down here, but we can drink!"

"There's no way—"

"Absolutely not."

You interrupted the brothers, cuddling closer to Asmo with a smile and slinging your arm around his waist. "Sounds fun, I'm in!"

Sharing a glance, the other brothers agreed in unison. Honestly, you weren't even sure where the others came from — it was originally just four of you in the kitchen. Eyes wide, you looked like a startled deer at the loud proclomation of, "I'm going, too!" as six voices spoke up.

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You really thought they'd have dispersed by now. But, the seven brothers were still prowling around you and wandering around the club you'd decided to go to. Solomon had come along, simply saying he'd watch after you because the brothers tended to get too distracted to keep an eye on you.

"Drink with me!" A whine came from behind you. Turning on the barstool you sat on, Mammon stood behind you with a pout. There was a flush on his cheeks that said he was tipsy — the glitter on his cheeks you'd convinced him to wear reflected the club's lights and made his eyes shine so prettily. Messily, Mammon handed you a shot glass before clinking them together. "Cheers!"

"Happy Pride month!" you yelled enthuiastically before downing the alcohol. You grimaced as you felt the burn in your throat settle in your chest. "Ugh, that was awful."

"Careful," Solomon spoke up quietly. A miniscule frown was on his lips as he took a sip of the same drink he'd had all night. Scooting closer to you, the wizard spoke in your ear so that you'd actually hear him. "Devildom alcohol is a lot different than ours, you know?"

"It'll be fine!"

Levi as the next to walk up to you with drinks, a scowl on his face at the music. It was surprising that he'd agreed to come to the little get together — you expected him to leave by now, honestly. But, the avatar of envy had stuttered out half-hearted insults to other people as you dusted glitter over his cheeks before your group left, cheeks aflame at the close contact you shared.

Handing you a drink that was named after an anime he'd seen, Levi sipped on the colorful beverage. He scrunched his nose at the taste before declaring it'd be his last drink for the night — he had a game to get back to, after all.

"Happy Pride month!" you cheered again before chugging the drink Levi brought you. He and Solomon watched you with wide eyes, mouths agape as you swallowed the full cup until it was empty. Slamming the empty cup onto the bar, you pursed your lips in thought. "Huh, these are getting easier to drink."

Solomon shook his head, a small grin of amusement on his lips as he watched your antics. Lucifer shared a drink with you before heading back to his office, leaving with a stern reminder to watch Y/N to his brothers. Beel and Belphie took two shots with you before heading to a resteraunt nearby to grab a snack before going home. Satan took a seat beside you at the bar, watching as Mammon made — and lost — bets with random demons at the club.

"Think you've had enough," Solomon spoke up as Mammon convinced you to have yet another shot with him. You curled your nose in disagreement, shaking your head at him. "C'mon, Y/N, how about you drink some water?"

"How about!" You paused as the world began to spin. Blinking, you refocused on Solomon with an animalistic grin. "You mind your business, old man?"

Satan snorted, covering the laugh with a sip to his drink before you could turn on him. Nonchalantly, he pulled the drink you were sipping on away from your reach. "Solomon's right, Y/N. Maybe you should stop now."

You pouted at the blond, not even realizing your drink was gone. Before you could reply, Asmo sauntered up to you with a drink in his hand a grin on his lips. "Drink with me, pretty!"

Without even agreeing, you snatched the drink from his hand with a grin. Clinking the drinks together, you grinned at the avatar of lust. "Happy Pride month!" you exclaimed before downing the beverage. "Oh, that was so good. Best one yet!"

"I don't think you should've done that, Asmo." Solomon spoke quietly. He nodded your way with his chin, watching as you spoke enthusiastically to Satan about who knows what. "They're pretty drunk already."

"I know," Asmo hummed as he drank his own drink. Seeing it, you quickly stopped talking to stare at him with wide eyes. "Oh, I guess you could have my drink, cutie."

As you downed that drink, too, Asmo sent a wink to the other disbelieving boys. Watching the drink dribble down your chin fondly, Asmo leaned closer to whisper to Solomon and Satan. "Don't worry, it's just water. If one of you will help me get them to bed, the other can drag Mammon out."

That's how you ended up sandwiched between Solomon and Asmodeous, arms slung across their shoulders as they led you to the demon's room. You were humming a song you'd heard at the club, curling a finger in Asmo's hair as he opened the door. Solomon watched you dance into the room, "will you guys be okay now?"

"Yeah!" Asmo grinned with a wave. "I've got this, no worries. Night!"

Sauntering up to you with a playful smile, Asmo hummed along with you. Eyes widened, you swirl around to grin at him and sway along to the song in your heads. Sighing, you settle your arms around the demon's shoulders, relaxing into him further as he recipricated the hold on your hips. "Pretty," you sighed again as you placed your face in his neck. "You're so, so pretty, Asmo."

"You're too sweet, lovely." His cheeks flushed at the sincere — and true — compliment. Shuffling you closer to the bed, he laid you on it gently. Kneeling beside you, Asmo could only peer down at you fondly as you blinked up at him. "How about we get changed into something comfy, hm?"

"Oh!" you dragged your voice out. Trailing your fingers up his chest teasingly, your grin turned sensual and excited. "Didn't know that's why you brought me to your room."

"Hm, tempting," Asmo stooped down to press a gentle kiss to your lips before perking back up. "But, not when you've been drinking. Never when you're this drunk." He tapped your hips lightly, indicating for you to lift them so he could help you out of your clothes. You whined but complied anyways, allowing Asmo to shuffle you out of your clubbing clothes and into a shirt that was far too large for you.

Grabbing his skincare from his bathroom, Asmo re-entered his room with a coo at how sleepy you looked. He got back into his previous position, kneeling beside your head for easy access to your face. "As pretty as you looked tonight, it's time to get cleaned up, okay?"

"'Kay," you hummed out in response. Gently, the demon made sure to remove any and all of the makeup you wore. He carefully swiped the glitter you wore away as he thought about how cute it was that you matched Mammon and Levi tonight.  Sleepily, you slurred out a small, "thanks, 'mo." as he pulled away for a second.

Grinning down at you fondly, he pressed another kiss to your lips before rubbing moisturizer onto your face. "Anything for you, pretty. You know that."

Leaving you briefly to do his own routine, the demon didn't expect to see you trying to sit up on his bed. Tilting his head, the question dropped from his tongue before he could say it as you extended your arms outward. You pouted, "we cuddlin'?"

"'Course we're cuddling!" Jumping into the bed, Asmo made sure you were surrounded by his arms and that your legs were tangled with his. At this point, you didn't know whos limb was where, but you were too comfortable to complain. Pressing a loud kiss to your forehead, Asmo sighed dreamily. "Goodnight, Y/N."

"Sweet dreams, 'Smo."

—— ♥︎ —— obey me brainrot got the best of me once again </3 reader is really jus dating everyone n you know what! good for them <3

Lucien:

Lucien had brought a bunny back from the rescue centre. “It has experienced unfortunate conditions during its time with the previous owner,” the professor explained softly as the bunny inched away from your offering hand. “It will be quite shy for a while. Please be patient with it.”

You agreed in a heartbeat. Your compassion and understanding for others never ceased to amaze Lucien. It reminded him of one of a thousand reasons why he cherished you.

The bunny was very quiet yet, everytime it entered the room, either owner would notice.

After a few days, it approached you. You tried to contain your excitement, in case your cheers would scare it off.

Slowly, you reached out a hand and the bunny rubbed it with its tiny head.

“Professor Lucien and I are going to take good care of you,” you promised. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

It took a few hops away and turned to you. It did the same thing twice.

“Are you taking me somewhere?” you asked as you followed.

It led you to the study room where Lucien sat, reading a daunting, thick book. When he looked up, you apologized and excused yourself and the small animal away. You were brisk but he still caught the red across your face.

But it happened again when you were drafting a proposal and noticed the bunny appearing beside you with Lucien a few steps behind.

“A strange little guy,” you murmured as Lucien sat beside you.

“It appears that it wants us to spend more time together,” he whispered near your ear. “After all, it must’ve been occupying your mind ever since its arrival.”

“I just want to give it a wonderful life that it deserves.”

He stared at the rabbit thoughtfully. Faintly, he could see his reflection against its black eyes.

Lucien pressed his lips against the back of your hand. “And that’s what makes you the most precious girl I could ever ask for.”

Kiro:

After moving in together, getting a pet was one of the top priorities (not unpacking stuff, heavens no).

Agreed in unison: a birb.

Whenever you worked overtime, Kiro was very productive by trying to teach the parrot to say anything instead of an incomprehensible squawk.

“Say ‘Miss Chips’, say ‘Miss Chips’!”

“Sqquaaawkkk.”

“At least say ‘chips’, c’mon.”

As Kiro’s teaching skills improved, so did the vocabulary of the parrot.

He was so excited to show you his progress so far and he decided to present the performance tonight.

However, you came home and immediately started sobbing on your pillow. Only after hours the new episode of Miracle Finder was aired, the vile comments and reviews started popping up.

Whether it were the unreasonable insults unrelated to the content of the show or the critical, constant comparison with the Miracle Finder that your father had produced, the words pierced your heart.

Surprisingly, Kiro hadn’t read any of the comments yet like he usually would, but it was only because he was focused on parrot-training 101!

So he didn’t know what was wrong, but he knew it wasn’t a good idea to go on with his plan . . . Maybe it’d be better if he shared a one-on-one conversation with you and some ice cream---

“Arwk! Meezzz Chips! Ark!

You looked up with your reddish eyes at the bird inside the cage beside you. “Huh? Did you just say ‘Miss Chips’?”

The parrot fluttered its colourful wings as it continued squawking: “Meezzz Chips arh da most best, brahvest, bootyful lady in da yooneeversee!!”

Great, now you know all the words, ya bird? Actually it forgot “coolest” but close enough.

Kiro ran from his hiding spot behind the couch. “Just forget that! Sorry! I didn’t know you were upset. What’s wrong?”

Your shoulders were shaking and he was afraid you’d cry again. But the growing smile on your face told otherwise. You were laughing! You were hugging him!

“It doesn’t matter anymore. As long as I have my biggest supporter, nothing will knock me down again.”

Gavin:

So, er, Flyer was getting old.

The officers could hold a retirement party for a hard working police dog, but they couldn’t keep him.

Without thinking it through clearly, Gavin offered to take care of Flyer.

But wait. You never said you wanted a dog. What was he gonna tell you now? Does he buy dog food now? What about a bed? Maybe Flyer could take his place and sleep with you tonight. Just for tonight.

To Gavin’s relief, you were ecstatic to see Flyer again and nearly screamed in joy to have partial responsibility to raise him.

However, the relief was short-lasted.

After a long day, Gavin was looking forward to the usual greeting where you’d leap into his arms as soon as he opened the door. He would spin you around, holding you bridal-style as you kissed him on the cheek.

But today, he found you on the couch, cuddling with Flyer as you watched T.V.

As cute as you two looked, Gavin frowned. He should be the one cuddling with you.

“Huh? Oh, Gavin, I didn’t realize you got back.”

It was at that moment, it dawned on him that he had to share you with his best friend.

Don’t get him wrong. He treasured Flyer a lot. Afterall, they worked together for years on missions through thick and thin.

But when your eyes never left Flyer everytime Gavin tried to pry for your attention, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

Minor’s eyes lit up as soon as Gavin asked if he could dog-sit for one night.

“YeeeEEEAaaaa I won’t let you down! But why just tonight? You know, when I was a kid, I really wanted a chihuahua but my mom just told me to go get a job--”

“Thank you Minor here’s the dog if I see even a small scratch on him you will have to live on the moon from now on have a good day.”

When you got home, you looked around for a wagging tail. Instead, Gavin stood in front of you, blocking your way. “Gaavinn, where did Flyer go? I need him.”

Gavin pulled you close, nuzzling your neck. His breath tickled. “And I need you.”

You were glad Gavin couldn’t see your burning face. Little did you know, his wasn’t any different. “I-Is Flyer alright?”

“He’s fine. He said he wanted you to spend more time with me and to pay attention to me and to love me.”

When he looked at you, there was a glaze of desire over his amber eyes. “You wouldn’t say no to him, would you?”

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Edit: I have removed some passages to avoid spreading misinformation regarding raising animals. I apologize for any misinformation