Yet another self indulgent post because I can!! Feel free to disagree though.
Lucifer
I think he’d like to sleep on his back and super still most nights. Doesn’t talk or snore in his sleep, but if he’s having a particularly bad nightmare, I think he’d mutter in his sleep. Definitely always the big spoon.
Mammon
Not only does he snore, but also he talks frequently in his sleep. Sleeps usually facing the door on his couch or in MC’s bed facing the door. MC definitely has a video recording of some of the weirder things he’s said in his sleep. Some nights he is the big spoon and others he’s the small spoon. I also think that if he’s having a nightmare, he would thrash about in his sleep so good luck with that MC.
Satan
I don’t think he would snore or talk in his sleep at all, but he’s definitely the kind of guy who would toss and turn all night. Fall asleep with him by your side? Wake up with him at your feet kinda way. If he’s having a nightmare, I think he’d crunch up in his sleep. Good luck with being a big or small spoon, but maybe you’d start off the night with him being the big spoon.
Asmodeus.
This man goes to sleep at a certain time, has a face mask on, and in the cutest pajamas he can find. Usually sleeps towards you or towards the wall. If he’s having a nightmare, he clings to you really tight. I think he’d also like to be the little spoon most of the time.
Leviathan
He snores in his sleep and clings to you in his sleep. Wakes up super embarrassed because he was clinging to you all night. If you manage to convince him that you like him in a romantic way or don’t mind the clinginess; I think he would start shamelessly clinging to you before bed. Big spoon or small spoon, I think he doesn’t mind being either so long as he has a hold on you.
Belphegor
This man has slept pretty much everywhere and even in weird places like storage closets or under sinks. Good luck trying to get him to sleep in bed for once, but if you do I think he’d be shamelessly clingy to you at all times. Can be either a big or small spoon. I also don’t think he’d have many nightmares because most of the time his sleep is dreamless. If he does have a nightmare, be prepared to be woken up and have to calm him down for a little while.
Beelzebub
I think he’d also toss and turn in his sleep, but not as bad as Satan. You could fall asleep with him facing you and wake up with him on his tummy for instance. Would try his best not to wake you up when he goes for a late night food run. If he does wake you up or if you’re already awake, he’d definitely offer to bring you something back! Likewise, I think he’d also try to not wake you up when he’s having a nightmare, but sometimes the nightmare is so bad that he’s crying and it wakes you up. He’s upset at first, but once you reassure him, I think he’d feel a lot better about it. He’d end up being the big spoon most of the time, but if he’s had a nightmare I think he’d prefer to be a small spoon!
Purgatory House
I like to picture that you have lots of sleepovers at this house, so more often than not you’re sleeping in a big cuddle pile! Solomon mumbles in his sleep and sleeps away from the pile. Simeon sleeps toward whoever is sleeping next to him. Luke tosses and turns, but also not as bad as Satan or Beel. If Solomon has a nightmare, I think he’d accidentally have his magic flare up and wake up the whole pile. If Luke has a nightmare, I think he’d end up crying and you all would snuggle him to make him feel better/ reassure him to feel better. If Simeon has a nightmare, I think he’d try to keep it to himself and you probably wouldn’t find out about the nightmare until days later.
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Blue rolls over onto his back, pulling you into his chest. Yellow crawls in beside you both, as Green joins you on the other side. Red and Bing sort of pile on top of all of you. Much to the chagrin of the other Googles, and there is hushed grumbles shared between their communication link.
it is doneeee!! my writer's block has been a bitch but i still had fun coming up with this. kiri cuddles are always a 10/10. thank you @bakuroo-writings for having me in your collab and for beta reading!
pairing: pro!kirishima x gn!reader
warnings: sfw, fluff, in anything i write about red riot he will in fact be 7ft tall no i do not take criticism, established relationship, gender neutral reader
word count: 772
You smile at the ground as you watch your feet crunch the leaves beneath you. You take a deep breath of the crisp autumn air, “It’s a perfect day. Wouldn't you say, Kiri?”
Your boyfriend flashes a toothy grin down at you, “Sure is, babe! Do you have any ideas on where you wanna go?”
You stop and purse your lips, thinking. It's rare to have a whole day with the ever popular pro; Red Riot is in high demand these days. You wanted to do something fun, but not too tiring since Kiri is probably exhausted from all his work.
Your eyes light up as you recall a flyer you spotted at a local cafe. "I know! Why don't we visit the apple orchard? I think they have an event going on today."
Kiri's eyes light up just as yours did, "Let's do it!"
A short drive later and you find yourself surrounded by trees of yellow and orange. There’s a row of vendors selling all manner of artsy items, a couple of food trucks are parked nearby. The smell of pie wafts through the air.
You cling to Kirishima’s arm and bounce on your feet, “This is even prettier than I thought! What do you feel like doing first?”
“Let's grab some baskets and start picking some apples,” he leans down and kisses the top of your head.
You giggle, “Maybe we’ll find one as red as your hair.”
You both wander amongst the trees until, eventually, you lose sight of Kiri. You shrug it off, assuming he went ahead to the trees down the path. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot a particularly red apple right above you. It was the exact shade of red a certain pro you know. You reach up to pick it, but you’re about a foot too short to reach it. You huff and try to leap up, but you only get an inch off the ground. You keep struggling fruitlessly, balancing on your tippy toes.
“You’re so damn cute, you know that?” Kiri laughs.
You jolt in surprise and slip, falling back into his toned chest, “I found your apple but I can’t reach.” you pout.
Kiri reaches up and picks it out of the tree with ease. Damn his height.
He inspects the apple closely, nodding his head, “I can, in fact, confirm this is exactly the apple I was looking for.” And, with that, he takes a big bite out of it with a satisfying crunch.
You laugh as the juice sprays out, getting all over his shirt. Kiri narrows his eyes, “Oh, you think that was funny, huh?”
You try to repress your laugh, but your eyes give you away. You know he’s going to grab you before he begins to move, but, even then, you’re no match for a hero’s speed. He snatches your waist and hoists you up in the air, red apple forgotten and dropped to the ground.
You squeal gleefully as he spins you around. You grab his shoulders and wrap your legs around his waist as he pulls you closer. He kisses you gently, the taste of apple still fresh on his lips. You pull away, smiling, “I love you so much, dummy.”
You and Kiri continue your date, checking out all the vendors and food trucks. You both decide on getting two sticks of dango.
The sun is slowly setting as you and Kiri sit down under a tree to eat your snacks. A particularly frigid breeze makes you shiver. You pull down the sleeves of your shirt to cover your hands, “It's getting a bit cold, huh?” You ask.
Kiri raises a brow, “You didn’t bring a jacket?”
Your cheeks get warm, despite the cold, “No… I didn’t think it’d get this cold.”
He sighs dramatically before shrugging off his jacket, “Take mine,” he says while draping it over you.
You shake your head, trying to push it back towards him, “No! I’m alright, I promise!”
Kiri lightly smacks away your hands and engulfs you in his jacket. It smells like him, with a hint of cinnamon. It’s still warm from his body heat and you close your eyes for a moment to enjoy it.
You yelp in surprise as Kiri pulls the plate out of your hands and places it securely on the ground next to him. His big arms wrap around you to pull you further into him. “I’m warm enough for the both of us.”
You giggle. Kiri really is like your own personal heater.
You Can’t Run From This (Logan Sanders x FTM!Reader)
Request?: Yep!
Requested by who?: @infinityonthot
AU: Human/High School AU
Characters: Logan, Roman, Patton, and Virgil Sanders, FtM!Reader
Warnings: lots and lots of angst, cursing, mentions of a mini panic attack, NOT A HAPPY ENDING, a flashback in which the birth name of the reader is used. Also, kind of unedited?
Words: 2,871
A/N: I listened to “Runaway” by Against the Current while writing this. It doesn't fit the story 100% but it's pretty close. Give it a quick listen!
(Also, fun fact, but my HS did Almost, Maine (which I mention in this story) my Junior year and I played Marci)
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Logan Sanders was the smartest dumb ass you'd ever met, and he was your best friend. Logan had always been good with numbers, and with science, and with his writing, but when it came to social interactions the boy was a dud. Maybe that was what attracted you to him. You'd always been attracted to the awkward, nerdy type. Logan fit that perfectly.
You'd met Logan back in elementary school along with his twin brothers, Patton, Roman, and Virgil (you'd never meet quadruplets before so your head spun the first time you saw the four of them together in the same room).
Roman had always been too loud for your taste. You enjoyed his enthusiasm to a certain extent, but the boy never ran out of energy. It was as if he siphoned it out of you and into himself, because the tireder you got the more energy he had for himself.
Patton was an absolute sweetheart, so much so that he seemed to give you cavities every time you talked. And as much as you enjoyed his company, the two of you were never close. Patton was stuck to Roman's side like glue. The two would come up with the most imaginative stories. The kind that only had happy endings, which you weren't too fond of. You'd tried to tell them that not every story has a happy ending, but the puppy dog eyes Patton gave you (and the smug one from Roman) stopped you.
Virgil was a mystery for many years. In elementary school he never spoke to anyone except his siblings, and it was always in a quiet, secretive tone. Even after you'd been friends with his brothers for three years he hadn't said more than a handful of words to you (most of those words being “sorry” or “hi”). You didn't have your first real conversation with the introvert until your freshman year, where the two of you had been put into the same PE class. You had to talk him through a mini attack when he realized he'd have to wear shorts and no sleeves in front of the whole class. The two of you got pretty close after that, and more often than not Virgil was stuck to your side as if you were one of his brothers.
But of the four brothers, you had always been the closest to Logan. Patton, Roman, and Virgil always stuck together, but you noticed early on that Logan kept to himself. Instead of getting up to play with the others during recess, he sat up against the wall of the classroom to read or do homework. The books he read intrigues you - The Invisible Man, Murder on the Orient Express, Sherlock Holmes. He almost never read the same book for more than a couple of days.
You had approached him one time during recess and plopped on the ground next to him, leaning on his shoulder to get a look at the book.
“What are you-”
“What's an ‘evil eye’?” You'd cut him of, scanning the page he was on.
“What?” He sounded annoyed, and confused, but you were determined.
“It says right here ‘his evil eye’. What about the man's eye is evil?” You frowned.
“Have you never read Edgar Allan Poe?” You shook your head, pigtails flying. You hated when your mom put your hair up. She never did a simple ponytail, she always insisted on pigtails.
“Mommy won't let me. She says they're not for kids my age. But you're reading it. Is it scary?” You kept your eyes on the page.
“No, (birth name).” His short answers frustrated you.
“Can you read it to me?” You sat back, finally looking him in the eyes.
“What?” He was frowning. You didn't like the way he looked when he frowned. You wished he would just smile for once.
“I'm kind of a slow reader. If I try to read it over your shoulder, I won't be able to keep up. But if you read it out loud I'll be at the same part you're at no matter what.”
“Shouldn't you be playing? Like the other kids?” He'd turned back to his book, but you knew he wasn't reading because you. Could see he was looking at you out of the corner of his eye.
“Why? You're not.”
After that day, whenever you got bored of playing with the others, you'd sit with Logan and he would begrudgingly read to you. Your parents were impressed with the way your reading level went from that of a first grader to that of a fifth, but you never told them about the stories Logan read to you, because a lot of them were books your mom told you that you'd have to wait to read until you were older.
Like Frankenstein. You and Logan had constant arguments about who was at fault in the book.
By Sophomore year, the two of you were having reading competitions to see who could finish their book first. More often than not Logan won (though, admittedly, you let him win sometimes).
You enjoyed Logan's company. Even if he had been rather cold when you first met him, Logan had become your most trusted friend. He was the first person you'd told about being transgender, and you were the first person he had told about being gay. You'd assisted him in coming out to his family, and he had comforted you when your mother took the news of your identity as if you'd told her you had stage four cancer.
Your father, on the other hand, had taken you directly to the barber when it was his weekend (your parents divorced when you were young, and your father got the weekends) to get your long hair chopped off. Your mother had been furious.
That was Freshman year, and though she didn't like it, your mother eventually “came to terms”, as she called it, with you being a boy. She tried, albeit not very hard, to remember to call you by (name), though the slip ups she made were frequent.
You couldn't wait to move out to live with your dad.
Or with Logan.
The two of you had discussed moving in together for a while, maybe inviting Virgil to join you. Logan had mapped it all out, and the idea excited you. As much as you loved your father, you wanted the kind of freedom that came from living away from your parents. Not to mention you had a major crush on the nerdy boy, and living with him would bring you happiness you'd never had at home.
From what you could tell, Logan liked you too. Despite his usual distaste for human contact he had no problem with you leaning on him while the two of you read in silence, or when you held his hand when at the mall so you wouldn't get lost in the large crowds. He didn't yell at you when you mused his hair or when you jokingly pinched his cheeks. He would always tell you if you were about to go to far, or if he wasn't in the mood for contact, and you respected that.
It was Junior year the first time someone asked if the two of you were dating. You were having lunch with Patton and his small group of friends because Logan had decided to have lunch with his Science teacher, and Virgil was home sick with the flu. June, a small brunette with big green eyes whom exclusively wore pastel sweaters and ripped blue jeans had been the one to ask.
“Excuse me?”
“You and Logan! You two are adorable together, I was wondering if you were dating.”
“June,” Patton has begun to warn her when you just shook your head, cheeks dusted a light pink as you scooped some leftovers from home into your mouth.
“No,” you told her. “We're not.”
“That's a shame! You two would make, like, the perfect couple.”
“Uh, thanks?”
That wasn't the last time someone asked you.
You'd joined tech crew for the school's production of Almost, Maine, and while you and Chase Kent had been messing with the lights he too asked if you were dating Logan. Apparently he'd seen the way you two looked at each other and “how could you two not be together?”
Another time, it was a girl you barely knew, and then someone you had never even met, but apparently knew Logan from Chess Club. The more people who asked you, the more you realized you wish you could say yes.
There was only a couple problems:
One, even if everyone told you, even if for a while you believed it yourself, you would never be 100% confident that he liked you the way you liked him.
Two, in all the years you'd known him Logan had never once went after someone he was even slightly interested in. At first you thought of it as a blessing, but now it was a curse.
This left you with two options. Tell one of your friends your situation and force them to force you into asking him, or wait a million years to see if Logan would take the first step, both of which you were not keen to try.
Patton had been your biggest supporter in your endeavor to get together with your nerdy best friend. He always encouraged you to “take the leap”.
“I know my brother,” He would say. “And he definitely like-likes you.”
No matter how many times he told you this, you couldn’t bring yourself to fully believe it. You were positive that neither of you were going to make a move.
That was, until that night.
You and Logan had been working over the phone on some math homework you’d been having trouble with, when you had cracked a stupid math-related joke and he drowned in a wave of laughter.
Hearing him laugh caused your heart to swell. At school, hanging out with friends, he was so calm and collected and the most you’d ever get out of him was a small chuckle, a slight smile - but this. This laugh could have brightened up even the darkest of your days.
Then, you felt something you hadn’t felt for a very long time. You felt the pull, the need for him to be yours. A wave of confidence you’d only felt when standing up for your friends against those who threatened them, or when you’d agreed to join the Improv club with Roman.
It was now or never, you told yourself. You’d never be this confident again, not in a million years and a lot of wasted birthday wishes.
“Hey, Logan?” You said, cautious and unsure.
“Yeah?” He’s said as he came off his high.
“You remember that one time, when Patton explained happiness like a puzzle with a million pieces?” You asked him. You remembered it clear as day. You could never get the comparison out of your head.
“I believe so. One of his more poetic moments.”
“You remember how he said that, even if it took someone a long time to find their edge piece, finding it makes life a little more bearable?” You asked.
“Yes, I believe that’s what he said?” Logan sounded confused, and for a moment you were tempted to just say ‘never mind’ and drop the topic.
But not this time.
No.
This time, you took in a deep breath and let your next words spill out.
“Well, I think I found mine.” There was a moment of silence.
“Did you?” He still sounded confused, and panicked wracked your body.
He’s going to reject me.
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god-
“You.” Silence. A long silence.
“Me?” He finally said, and you couldn’t read anything in his voice.
“Yeah. I, uh… I guess I’ve been trying to tell you this for a while, Lo… I really, uh… I really care about you.”
“I care about you to.” He said, but you could hear the uncertainty in his voice. He didn’t understand. Or maybe he did and he wasn’t going to admit it.
“No, Lo… I... “ You pinched the bridge of your nose.
Just drop it, please just drop it-
“I like you, Lo.” More silence.
“Oh.” Was all he was able to muster out.
“Yeah…”
“I have to go.” He said suddenly, and before you could get another work out he hung up.
That night had been one of the hardest in your life. You spent the majority of the next couple hours crying, and texting Logan with no replies. You texted Patton, who said that Logan hadn’t come out of his room. You texted Virgil, who said he wasn’t opening the door. You even texted Roman, who was apparently out and had no clue about the situation at hand.
When you went to school the next day, you didn’t see Logan. You didn’t have any classes together, but you didn’t see him in the halls or at lunch, and all of his brothers said he was at school.
Every text was ignored, his brothers could never get a word out of him concerning you.
You felt broken.
The longer this went on, the further into depression you fell.
One week became two. You stopped texting him.
Two became three. You stopped asking his brothers about him.
Three became four, and you found comfort in Virgil, Patton, and Roman’s company. They would eat lunch with you, and hang out after school. They filled in the hole Logan had left in your heart friend-wise, but still you continued to hurt. Your dad was worried - hell, your mom was worried. But you would tell them nothing was wrong. Lying about how you felt became second nature.
Then, one day after school you found yourself sitting outside, waiting for your dad to pick you up for your weekend fun, when you heard him.
“(Name)?” You tensed up, the sadness and the anger you’d repressed throughout the day returning. You said nothing. “You okay?” He said, his voice quiet. You nodded slowly.
“I’m fine.” You grumbled, an obvious lie. As he sat beside you, you found yourself scooting away.
“How’d your science project go?” He asked casually. You tugged at the drawstring of your hoodie, eyes searching the road frantically for your dad’s car. Why couldn’t he arrive sooner?
“Fine.” You said, hands finally folding in your lap.
“That’s good. You had a brilliant idea. If you got anything less than an A then your teacher is-” You’re so frustrated you can’t stop yourself from cutting him off.
“Stop.” You tell him.
“What?” You scoff at his confusion, and finally lift your gaze to meet his.
“Just stop. What are you trying to do?” You ask him, biting back your anger.
“I was… I was just trying to have a conversation, (Name).” He said, his tone a mixture of confusion and hurt. But you didn’t feel bad - no, nowhere near. You were livid.
“No, Logan. You’ve been ignoring me for weeks - you don’t just ignore your best friend for weeks and then just start up a casual conversation. Especially not after what I told you.” You tell him, grabbing your bag and standing up. You check your phone, and see a text from your dad that tells you he’s only a couple blocks away.
“(Name), I’m sorry.” Logan said, his voice soft.
“That’s not enough.” You snap, shoving your phone in your pocket. “I’m sorry doesn’t fix what you did.”
“Can’t we just drop it?” He sighs, and it’s like he pokes your anger with a stick. You want to scream at him, so that’s what you do, and you can tell it catches him by surprise.
“No! No, Logan, we can’t! This is not something we can just save for a later date! You can’t run from this!” You tell him, and he stands up too, taken aback.
“I’m not running from anything!” He argues.
“You’re running away from me! I like you, Logan! I have for a very long time, and you have no clue what it took for me to tell you!” You take a moment to breath. “You hurt me, Logan.” You tell him, your voice barely above a whisper. You can see your dad’s car pulling up.
“I never meant to.” He tells you meekly.
“Well you did.” You say, moving away from him. He goes to take your hand, but you pull it away. “Don’t. Please don’t.”
“(Name), I-” He starts, but you can’t bring yourself to listen to him.
“My dad is here. I gotta go.” You tell him, your feet rushing you towards the familiar red truck.
“I’ll text you!” He calls out, but you’re already hauling yourself into the passenger's seat.
“Drive.” You tell your dad. He gives you a worried look, and you know he probably sees Logan standing helpless outside.
“Is everything alright?” You shake your head vigorously, holding back your tears as best ad you could.
“Please, just drive.” You say again. There’s a moment before you feel the car begin to move, and you watch as your best friend fades in the rear view mirror.
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a n y w a y s the sequel to the star!tony fic that kinda started off this blog is. sorta up. its not finished because i low-key abandoned it. a while ago but i thought i should post what is there.
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Hello! I cook quite often at my house and I was just thinking what it would be like to cook in the devildom! Not sure if I made the boys seem a little not smart here, but this was fun to write and think about from the perspective of a southern woman compared to the dishes they mention from Asia.
MC doesn't know how to cook? No worries! I think these brothers would compliment you for just suggesting you order food for delivery or going out to eat. If the MC wants to learn how to cook, I'm sure the brothers would take turns teaching you how to cook different devildom dishes. I also think that they would brag to each other about what they taught you to cook and how good of a teacher they are to MCs cooking journey. As for learning to cook human world food, I think they'd rope Barbatos into teaching you and them in the process. (Since it's canon he helped cook human world food during lesson 8s Diavolo's camp retreat at his castle.)
If MC knows how to cook human food, I think the brothers would each spend a lot of time watching you cook. They're very fascinated with some of the methods and ingredients.
"Hey MC, what did you say this ingredient was again?"
"It's a bell pepper, mams."
"Mhmm… so you mash all these ingredients… and you get.. meat bread?"
"It's called meatloaf, but it's not exactly a loaf of bread."
"Sounds weird, but I'm sure it'll taste good."
Lord help one of these brothers if you manage to convince them to help you chop up an onion.
"MC, why are my eyes watering?"
"It's an onion they do that."
"That's super weird, MC. You have weird ingredients in the human world."
I think there's a lot less confusion when it comes to MC baking some sweet treats.
Sometimes Lucifer asks if you’re homesick, so this is where that thought process leads me to!
Lucifer
Feels a little bit sad when you’re homesick, but also he understands what it’s like to be homesick. He’d spend lots of time with you doing mundane things to try to make you feel better.
If you’re particularly homesick, I think you can get away with snuggling on the couch together and enjoying one of his records.
Mammon
This boy hates it when MC is homesick. Lots of pouting. I'm supposed to be enough for MC and why is that dumb human world better than me?
When he's done pouting, (maybe came to his senses after Lucifer got onto him in a: You’d be homesick too if you were away from all your friends and family kinda way) I think he’d try to cheer you up by taking you to a night out on the town.
Satan
Super understanding that you’re homesick. Feels a little bit bad when you’re homesick. He’d take you to cat cafes often to try to make you feel better. I also think he’d like to read to you when you’re particularly sad.
I think he’d also like to talk to you about your family and life back at home so that way you feel extra good and listened to.
Asmodeus
I think he’d understand that you’re homesick, but usually starts off with doing things that he likes such as giving you a makeover or taking you clothes shopping because if I’m sad this is what usually makes me feel better!
During the makeover though and he’s messing with your hair, he listens to you talk about your family and life back at home. Slowly realizes that maybe retail therapy isn’t what you needed after all.
Leviathan
You’re homesick? This is just like all of my isekai anime; let’s go watch all of them, MC! Time to snuggle this man as you watch a ton of different anime in an effort to try and find a way to make you feel better. As you joke along throughout the night, you might start feeling a little better?
Once you’ve watched enough anime, I think he’d try to do some of the things you enjoy, even though he’s super anxious about it.
Belphegor
I think he’d like to make you feel better by laying in bed throughout the day and napping, but once he sees it isn’t really making you feel better, I think he’d try thinking of a new strategy by asking his brothers what he should do. Which leads him to doing things the different brothers suggest to varying successes or failures. Once he’s done with that, he talks to you about what you want to do.
Really understands the feeling of being homesick, but also approaches it as what do I do when I’m sad? What did I do when I was locked in the attic?
Beelzebub
Understands what it’s like when a family member is gone for a while and missing them, so I think he’d reassure you a lot that your family misses you too! Spend lots of time listening to you talk about your family and life at home. Probably would eat lots of ice cream with you while you vent.
You want to go out to escape your problems? I think there’s a fair in town if you want to go to that and eat lots of cotton candy or play games?
Purgatory House
I think they’d all be super understanding about you feeling homesick! Let’s do all the things that make each other feel better because I think they’d feel a little homesick too at points!
Long talks with Solomon about things you miss from the human world. Have you ever noticed the devildom doesn’t have __? Isn’t that weird! Now Simeon and Luke are curious about that thing you miss, so you might have to explain it to them!
I've finally played Lucifer's birthday 2021 edition and I agree that it's really weird that the brothers decided to drug you and Lucifer to go on a date and then keep interrupting said date.. so this is what I came up with to fix that part of the story.
For the past few days, the fact that Lucifer had refused to confide in you about what was troubling him had hurt a little. You know that he wasn't ready to tell you, but that hurt was still there. It settled deep inside you like a rock tossed into a river. However at breakfast this morning, you decided to try to ask him one more time after the way he rushed out at breakfast. At first you stood outside his bedroom door, pondering if it was still a good idea to try, but you couldn't help worrying some more. Once you have gathered the courage, you knock on the door and Lucifer tells you to enter.
"Did you need something, MC?" Lucifer asks.
"I know you told me nothing is wrong, but I can't help worrying about you," You confess at last, looking at your feet nervously, "Is something wrong?"
"Nothing is.." You hear him sigh, "I can't lie to you.. I've lost something very important.. Do you remember those matching necklaces we bought together last year?"
This causes you to look up at him shyly, "Of course I do. How could I forget?"
Finally, he confesses, "I've somehow lost mine.."
Looking into his eyes, you can visibly see how distressing this was for him. Did he think you'd be angry at him for losing the necklace? Before you know what you're doing, you reach out for him, hugging him around the neck.
"Is that what was bothering you? I'm sorry you lost it.. I didn't know it was that important to you," You say and you're not quite ready to look him in the eye again.
"Of course it is.. Any gift from you is a treasure," He says earnestly.
"If it means that much to you.. surely they might have another one I can buy for you at the store?" You say and release him from the hug.
Lucifer says, "That may be true, but I also have a lead on where the necklace might be."
At this point, Mammon barges in and the story continues like normal. Until..
You enter the kitchen with Lucifer following you. As you walk in, Barbatos is transferring the contents of a pot on the stove to two glasses.
"Barbatos, did you see the demon with the necklace come this way?" You ask.
Barbatos turns to you with a smile, "I haven't, but I also have something for the two of you and a note."
You take the note from Barbatos and he turns to leave the two of you alone in the kitchen with the drinks on the counter.
"What does the note say, MC?" Lucifer asks from over your shoulder.
You unfold the note and begin to read out loud, "Dear MC and Lucifer, we thought for a long time what would be the best gift to give you for your special day and this is what we've come up with. If you drink this potion, you two will be transferred to a dream world where the two of you can be alone for a little while. Go on a date and have fun for a little while while we look for the necklace. Thanks! Barbatos, Diavolo, Solomon, Satan, Beel, and Belphegor."
When you're finished reading the note, you inspect the drink on the counter thoughtfully and as you swish the drink it sparkles faintly.
"Do you want to go on another date, Lucifer?" You ask, not looking him in the eye shyly.
"I'd love to go on a date with you, but can I really trust them to not get into trouble looking for the necklace?" Lucifer answers quickly.
"That's up to you, honey. I wouldn't mind getting a break from the others. I love to spend time with you.." you mutter.
Lucifer takes a drink from the counter, also inspecting it carefully.
"Well.. it can't hurt to go for a little while.." he mumbles.
You clink your glass carefully against Lucifer's and the two of you drink from the cups. The last thought in your mind was that strangely the drink tasted like green apples and you're out cold. The next moment, you can hear Lucifer calling for you. You open your eyes to see that the two of you were in what appears to be a diner.
"Are you alright?" Lucifer asks, helping you to your feet, “Come on stay with me.”
"I think so.." You say, inspecting yourself for any injury, “So where would you like to go the most?”
Lucifer thinks for a moment, before replying, “I have an idea where I’d like to go.. But it’s a surprise.”
“Then I’ll let you lead the way.”
You follow him outside of the diner to where it was a bright sunny day. You both shield your eyes from the sun’s rays.
“I know it’s just a dream, but the human world’s sky is blindingly bright. No matter how many times I come here, it’s always a shock,” Lucifer mutters.
You follow Lucifer and soon the two of you come across a beach.
“This is it,” Lucifer says.
You stare at the waves washing up to the shore and back. It’s very calming.
“It’s beautiful,” You say.
“Yeah. This is exactly what I was hoping to see. Have a seat over here, MC.”
You sit next to Lucifer in the sand.
Lucifer continues, “The human world ocean might not seem like anything special to you.. But the way the surface of the water sparkles, the dazzling sunlight, the smell of salt in the air.. There’s so much about this place that you could never experience in the Devildom. I’ve always wanted to sit here gazing out at it with you.”
At this point, you can’t help being speechless.
“Satan and Belphie must have known what was going through my mind. Which is probably why they chose a location near the ocean as the setting of their dream. Unbelievable.. They’ve obviously been spending a lot of time watching me and taking notes.”
You finally say, “You’re lucky to have such thoughtful brothers, huh?”
“There are times when I think so, and times when I don’t. Incidentally, the times I don’t far outweigh the times when I do. But right now.. I guess I’d have to agree with you. I do have good brothers. Every once in a while, they manage to do something worthwhile.”
“They sure can be a handful..”
“Getting to look out at the ocean with you like this.. It really is the best present of all.”
“I hope there’ll be many more opportunities to do things like this with you.”
You hold onto his hand. Lucifer takes your other hand in his and looks at you very seriously.
“I swear I will always love you now and forever, MC.”
The next moment, blackness covers your vision and you’re awake again in Lucifer’s room.
“Mc.. Are you awake?”
Lucifer helps you to your feet again and once again takes your hands.
“Mc.. I really do swear I will always love you, now and forever.”
