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Itās the weekend today. As usual, Diavolo gets up from his bed, washes himself, has breakfast, brushes his teeth, and dresses. To go out? No, to work.
Still and always working. More and more papers to sign, complaints to read and respond to. If only he could ignore them all, that would be wonderful. Unfortunately, itās only in his dreams that he can burn the damn papers to warm his hands and get rid of them.
"Young Master, would you like some tea?"
"Yes, more than ever to survive the next hours."
This answer amuses the servant, while the Prince is desperate. Only one week, and he will have his day off with his lover. They planned to go to an aquarium in the human world that MC had recommended, Diavolo canāt wait!
By the way, Lucifer had taken a day off today as well to spend time with his brothers. The Prince doesnāt know what theyāll do, but it will probably be fun.
Ah, he would love to be with them right now.
"Here is your tea, Young Master."
Barbatos serves him by standing in front of the window through which Diavolo was looking, cutting off his view.
"Dreaming wonāt help you to work, My Lord."
"Barbatos, are you my butler or my cell guard?"
"I think many prisoners would like to be in your place." he replies with a smile.
As the Prince sulks, the door of his office opens with a loud crash. The two demons jump and see the new arrival: Lucifer, in his demonic form, enraged.
They donāt dare to question him, the silence of the Avatar making them uncomfortable. Lucifer approaches Diavolo, without even paying attention to the butler. Before Lucifer hits the desk, Barbatos retrieves his masterās cup of tea. Why does he have this habit of hitting this desk when he is angry? Barbatos doesnāt know, but at least this time, he was able to save his porcelain.
Lucifer is really furious. Itās something Diavolo hadnāt seen in a long time.
"Lucifer, what happened?"
"I want to go out with you." Lucifer says with a harsh tone. "If I stay at this house any longer, I risk tearing my brothers' heads off."
"What?"
"What happened?" asks Barbatos in a worried tone.
"I wanted to spend time with them, but those bastards didnāt agree." he says angrily. āBelphie and Satan set a trap for me, but it was Asmo who fell into it. He tried to take revenge by chasing them, but in doing so he knocked down Beelās bowl of cereal so he got angry and destroyed the dining room. Levi summoned Lotan because of Beel who destroyed his phone too.ā
"Oh... itās a lot for this morning..." admits Diavolo, both impressed and bewildered.
"When I asked them to stop and tidy up so we could spend the day together, they told me they didnāt care and left." declares Lucifer as he punches the desk. "I work every day, I desperately try to spend time with them and they do that to me? I donāt want to see those fools anymore. Iāve had enough."
"And Mammon? Did he do something?" questions Barbatos, surprised that Lucifer didnāt mention him.
"I left this hell before the grand finale, Iām sure." says the First-Born.
Diavolo and Barbatos look at each other, both worried and sad for Lucifer. He was so eager to spend time with his family, his enthusiasm has been trampled in just a few short hours by those he loves so much.
"Lucifer, would you like us to have tea together, to discuss a bit more?" offers Diavolo with compassion. "You canāt go back to your house in this state."
"No. I want us to spend the day together. Far away from here."
"Lucifer, the Young Master has a lot of work today."
The Avatar of Pride turns his head slowly, without blinking, to look at Barbatos with an expression of pure hatred. Diavolo can see that this could get out of hand, and the servant as well.
"And what if we moved up our trip to the aquarium to today?" proposes the Prince. "Weāll have to cancel for next week, but I donāt mind."
"I can arrange that, you donāt have any meetings today." says the butler.
"That works for me. Letās go right away."
"Before we leave, we need to get changed. And your brothers will be monitored by Barbatos during our absence."
The servant did not expect this mission for today.
"Young Master, must I really..."
āBarbatos, I entrust you with Luciferās brothers and the HoL. I want you to monitor them and force them to repair any damage they may have caused before we return.ā explains Diavolo as he rises from his chair. "Your skills as a steward and prison guard are more than necessary for this mission."
Diavolo gives him a big smile while Barbatos is dismayed by this order. Itās because he hasnāt given him enough free time these past few weeks, right?
"Very well, My Lord." says the servant in a resigned tone.
"Perfect! Of course, you wonāt use your temporal powers to fix the House of Lamentation, otherwise it would be too easy."
Barbatos' smile grows as Diavolo takes on a more confident look, enjoying bothering his oldest friend.
"I accept this mission and will take up the challenge without using my powers." says Barbatos. "Another condition to impose on me, Young Master?"
"Haha! You can ask your contacts for help in managing the situation if you want!" says Diavolo. "Iām sure Solomon will be happy to help you!"
Barbatos doesnāt know if he should feel insulted that Diavolo doesnāt trust him fully to manage the other six Avatars alone, or if he can be reassured that he can count on outside help.
Diavolo takes Lucifer to his room, needing to change clothes to go into the Human World. While the Prince looks for their belongings, Lucifer does not move. He only looks at Diavolo, who takes different clothes out of his dressing room so he can make a proper ensemble for them. Diavolo has some of Luciferās clothes that hang around his place, and he also left some of his clothes at the House of Lamentation, but his lover keeps it a secret to prevent his brothers from teasing him -especially Belphie and Asmo-.
"So, Lucifer, what do you think about these clothes for today? Are they fine for you?" asks the Prince, showing Luciferās clothes on his bed. "These are the clothes you put on when you went to visit MC, so itās probably appropriate for an outing."
"Diavolo."
"Hm?"
"Take your demonic form. Just a few moments."
The demon is surprised by this request but he agrees, transforming himself in front of his lover. Before Diavolo can ask the reason for this request, Lucifer rushes into his arms, his face in his muscular chest. With tenderness, the dragon hugs his fallen angel in his arms by pressing his head a little more against his torso and kissing his hair. Lucifer is tense, but this tender embrace seems to calm him down a bit.
"Lucifer, everything will be fine." says Diavolo calmly, wanting to appease his lover. āWe are going to spend time together, quietly watch the fish swim and rest while chatting, okay? Just the two of us, away from demons and paperwork.ā
His words seem to have had the desired effect, with the Avatarās breathing becoming calmer and his grip around Diavoloās body more relaxed. However, Lucifer remains glued to him, his warmth more than necessary for him at this very moment. The most comforting place of the three worlds is the arms of the Prince of Devildom, especially his chest, that is no doubt for Lucifer. He has become dependent over the years, especially mornings when they sleep together.
But theyāre not in bed and Diavolo is right, they need to talk. At least, Lucifer needs it to get honest answers, which his lover always gives him.
With difficulty, Lucifer raises his head and looks at his Prince with sad and exhausted eyes. Worried and pained to see him like this, Diavolo first kisses his forehead to comfort him and then his lips, gently. Lucifer barely answers, enjoying receiving the tenderness. The demon ends the kiss, telling his lover that they must change and will continue later. Lucifer is sad, but understands.
Finally calmed down, the Avatar of Pride returns to its human form and so does Diavolo. They change clothes, and Diavolo puts makeup on Lucifer to make him look a bit less tired -at his request-.
They are ready. They leave the room and join Barbatos in the hallway, waiting for them for half an hour. He makes no comment on the time they took, not wanting to risk upsetting Lucifer.
"Are you ready? You have forgotten nothing?"
"Itās all good, I have everything I need." says Diavolo with a smile. "You can pick us up around 8 p.m., Iāll send you the address."
"8 p.m? I thought you were going to come back by the beginning of the afternoon."
"Haha! Absolutely not!" declares the Prince. āI would have preferred 10 p.m. but it would be much too late and I still have work to do. Also, it will give the brothers more time to repair the House of Lamentation.ā
Diavolo and Barbatos look at each other, but Lucifer doesnāt really understand whatās going on between them. Did he miss an episode?
Barbatos opens a portal and Diavolo enters first, with his hand in that of Lucifer so that so that they escape the clutches of the servant. When the portal closes behind them, the Prince sighs with relief, finally free. Even if the sunlight of the Human World dazzles him, itās as if all their worries were behind them.
They can finally take a break.
"The light doesnāt bother you, Lucifer?"
"My glasses have special lenses, itās not really painful. And you?"
"I canāt wait to see the fish, away from the windows." Diavolo laughs.
"Donāt you want my glasses?"
"I prefer that you be my personal guide. Haha!"
At this statement, Lucifer smiles. Since Diavolo still has his eyes affected by the sunlight, the fallen angel takes him to the reception still holding his hand. Itās Saturday, there are people and even some young children with their parents. Diavolo doesnāt notice it, but Lucifer watches a mother with teenagers leave together, envious.
He wanted to go out with his brothers, after all.
They each take an adult ticket and finally, they enter together into a wide corridor. In a short time, the sunlight fades away, letting the artificial lights of the fish tanks illuminate the place. Diavolo rubs his eyes and finally, he sees clearly what surrounds him. Although itās summer, there arenāt that many visitors and the space is quite wide. Itās not the first time Diavolo has gone to an aquarium, but itās the first time in the Human World. And itās even the aquarium that MC went to visit several times when they were kid!
Excited, Diavolo takes Lucifer to the first tank with him.
Even if they are quite common fish, Diavolo looks at them with fascination as a child would do, while Lucifer is content to read the information about the origin of the species and its particularity. Going to the Human World wasnāt a bad idea after all.
Impatient, Diavolo changes tanks and Lucifer look at him, finding it amusing that he behaves like the children around them when he is three times their size. Trying to put his grief aside, Lucifer joins his lover and together they watch the little fishes.
Itās so soothing. They both needed it, to leave the Devildom for the day, far from the worries that were slowly devouring them. Well, Diavolo canāt really complain because heās been spending a lot of time with Lucifer for the past few months. Maybe thatās also why Barbatos had been putting pressure on him for three weeks.
Together they look at the different tanks of the first floor, observing the fish swimming quietly, reading the various information about them and their habitats. Of course, Diavolo canāt help taking pictures but when he takes one of Lucifer, the Avatar gives him a dark look.
The illusion has been shattered for one little thing.
"Sorry Lucifer! I forgot that you hate photos..."
The fallen angel says nothing, ignoring Diavoloās excuses and turning away from him. It hurts, but the Prince knows itās not against him. Diavolo has already taken pictures of his lover by surprise in the past, but he had never reacted like that.
As Lucifer tried again to put his emotions aside to enjoy this trip, he heard a family laughing happily. A father shows his children a tank, pulling a face like the fish to make them laugh.
Itās too much. The Avatar of Pride wants to destroy this happiness. If his family canāt be happy -with him-, then no family can.
"Lucifer." calls Diavolo, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Come, letās go to the shark pit. We will be alone.ā
Lucifer does not have a say since Diavolo takes his hand and forcibly takes him where he wishes.
Although there are a few families, itās not very busy today and there is a completely empty place. Diavolo settles Lucifer on the benches in front of the tank and places a spell so that no one disturbs them, isolating them from overly curious humans.
The atmosphere is calm and quiet despite the tension from a few seconds ago. Lucifer looks at the glass in front of them, the bluish light reflecting on his pale and sad face. They cannot enjoy the view fully, as it is obstructed by rocks and coral. Only a few curious little fish come to see them.
Worried about his lover, Diavolo sits next to him but Lucifer lowers his eyes.
"Lucifer... We can stay here for a moment if you want, no one will bother us." tells Diavolo, wanting to reassure his lover. "What happened with your brothers affects you a lot. I would have waited for a few more hours, but you almost did something terrible to this family."
Lucifer nods, showing that he is listening.
"Lucifer, I canāt let you hurt people because they are happy."
"I understand."
Lucifer doesnāt say more, needing time to find the right words. Diavolo is patient and refrains from touching him, not wanting to put any more pressure on his loverās heart. No longer able to sit down, Lucifer gets up and approaches the tank. Thatās enough to distract him at least a little.
"If Iām a bad big brother, how can I be a good parent to our children...?"
"What?"
Itās painful to say, his pride forbids him but itās too much to keep for oneself. Lucifer holds his arm, looking at the small colored animals to avoid the gaze of the demon.
"I am afraid of repeating the same mistakes that I made with my brothers. I love them, I love them all so much but Iām hard on them and theyāre afraid of me, Iām not even sure that they like me anymore." explains Lucifer calmly, with a heavy heart. "I want to spend time with them, but they avoid me and refuse. Itās been going on for months, thatās why I really wanted us to do this family outing but... this morning didnāt go well."
So, thatās it. Diavolo understands better why Lucifer could not bear the behavior of his brothers and decided to stay with him, because he no longer feels he has a place in his own family. Maybe thatās the case for a while now? Since he has been spending a lot of time at the castle with him for the past few months. It must be painful. Now, Lucifer is terrified that his brothers are really abandoning him and that it will be the same with their children.
Diavolo gets up to join Lucifer, watching the fish tank together.
"Lucifer, I understand your fear but your brothers love you. They really do and they like spending time with you." tells the Prince by taking his hand. "I donāt know why theyāre avoiding you, but Iām sure itās not for the reasons you think."
"They are afraid of me, as angels are afraid of Father."
"Lucifer, if they were really afraid of you and couldnāt stand you, they would have come to live in another place."
Diavolo has a point, Lucifer canāt say anything on that. His brothers can manage very well without him, which makes him equally anxious. He wants to keep them with him, be useful to them and that they continue to live together.
He just wants to be with them forever.
"So why...?"
"I donāt know, but we will ask them when we get back home." Diavolo says optimistically. "But Iām sure itās not because they want to kick you out of their lives, Lucifer. They love you so much, and our children will love you just as much.ā
Luciferās soul warms, the words of his lover soothing his heart that had been tortured for months of doubt. His garnet eyes shine, so Diavolo takes Lucifer in his arms to help him bear the emotion that overwhelms him. The Prince gently rubs the fallen angelās back, wanting to comfort him more, but Lucifer straightens up and kisses him. To respond to this sudden kiss, Diavolo wraps his arms around him and deepens the act.
Diavolo ends the kiss after a few seconds, and he contemplates Luciferās face: eyes with tears that refuse to flow; slightly red cheeks; wet lips.
If they were not in an aquarium with people, Diavolo would do much more than just kiss him.
"Are you feeling better?"
"Yes, much better..."
Lucifer kisses him again, but with more gentleness. Diavolo resists deepening this kiss, because he knows very well that he wonāt be able to hold back if he gives in this urge.
The Avatar of Pride ends the kiss but remains glued to Diavolo. The Prince is relieved, finally regaining his composure. Heās lucky to have Lucifer as his lover, but itās worse than dating a demon of lust! Itās hard to resist!
Now that they have calmed down, they change of place to face the pit with a better sight. There are no more people on the benches, so they can enjoy the view. Although it is called "the shark pit", there are only two who swim in this big fish tank. However, there are a hundred small fish that help fill the void.
They are enjoying this moment, next to each other. And to think that Levi has only one fish for a giant tank... Maybe Lucifer should tell his brother to adopt at least one or two goldfish for Henry2.0, or maybe some shrimp? It must be lonely.
While Diavolo contemplates the animals, Lucifer suggests continuing the tour. After all, they still have two floors to visit.
*.*.*.*
As planned, they asked Barbatos to open a portal for them to enter the HoL. As expected, the house is clean, dry and tidy perfectly, as if the events of this morning had never taken place.
However, the couple had not expected to see a furious Mammon waiting for them on the couch with Barbatos. The Avatar of Greed seems to sweat while wearing light clothing, and he has a cold patch on his forehead.
Oh, so that was the reason for his absence this morning: he was sick.
"So, Lucifer? Yer free day with Lord Diavolo was good?" he asks without hiding his anger. "You didnāt even come to see me before leaving!"
"I didnāt think you were sick..."
"Shaddup! We all know that youāll live at the Demon Lordās Castle and that youāre better off with Diavolo, but itās shitty to break a promise like that!ā
"What...?"
Lucifer canāt believe what he heard, like the other demons. Mammon thinks that Lucifer is going to move to the castle to be with Diavolo more often? The three powerful demons look at each other with incomprehension, while the Avatar of Greed becomes angrier at this silence.
"What you did is shitty!! Yeah, itās true that the others crossed the line this morninā, but ya shouldnāt have abandoned us like that!" says the sick demon. "We do our best not to bother ya anymore and leave ya alone with Diavolo, but now youāve gone too far!"
"Mammon, there is no move planned." says Barbatos.
"What? But Lucifer spends all his time with Diavolo!"
"Iām doing it because youāre avoiding me, all of you." Lucifer replies in a sad tone. "How could you have believed that I was going to abandon you?"
"B-But... Youāre better with Diavolo, right...?" asks Mammon, confused. "You didnāt come to the house anymore, we all thought you were better off with him than with us..."
Was the strange behavior of his brothers in recent months due to a misunderstanding? Or rather, Lucifer didnāt pay attention and left them, and they thought he was going to abandon them? Maybe it was during the exam period, when he often went to the Demon Lordās Castle to study in peace and help Diavolo?
So, he really abandoned them without realizing...?
"Mammon, Lucifer loves you and your brothers more than anything in the world." says Diavolo. "I donāt know when it started precisely, but he came often to see me because he was sad that you were avoiding him. Thatās why he wanted to do this family outing, but your brothers hurt him a lot and he needed to talk to me."
If only Lucifer had told him more about his problems earlier, this misunderstanding wouldnāt have lasted so long.
"Really...?"
Lucifer has his eyes lowered, sadness and guilt crushing his stomach. Mammon finally understands the extent of the confusion and the damage it has caused. Dammit! They are all so stupid in this family! The two brothers donāt dare look at each other or move.
Itās a real torture to watch, Diavolo canāt stand it. Determined to make Lucifer smile again, the Prince forces his lover to walk towards Mammon. While Lucifer struggles a little, Mammon tries to run away knowing what awaits him, but he is caught by Barbatos.
"Where do you think youāre going? You who spent the day complaining that your big brother wasnāt at your bedside." says the butler with a smile.
"Sh-Shaddup and let me go!"
Barbatos keeps his smile and of course, instead of letting him go, he throws him towards Lucifer so that the First-Born can catch him in his arms. Mammon is in too much pain and tired to escape, and Lucifer is too tense to let him go.
But they still donāt talk.
Diavolo whispers to Lucifer to apologize. The Avatar of Pride knows he must do it, but so does Mammon!
However, heās the one who started it all by leaving his family behind for school and his job, isnāt that right? Itās painful to admit it, but his lover is right. He clicked his tongue, his pride frustrated at having to confess his faults. At least, his little brother doesnāt look at him since he is completely wallowing in his arms, without moving.
"Iām sorry... I never thought I would make such a mistake. I never wanted to distance myself from youā¦"
Mammon doesnāt respond or move. It annoys Lucifer even more.
"But I am terribly angry!"
"Huhā¦ Lucifer... ?" interrupts Diavolo timidly.
"I led a revolt against Father, we fell together and I work every day to keep this house! Our house! How dare you even think that I was better somewhere else than here?! That you all matter less to me than Diavolo?!ā
"Lucifer, I think Mammon is sleeping." says Barbatos with an observant eye.
"How?!"
To check the servantās words, Lucifer takes his brother out of his arms: His eyes are closed and he breathes slowly with slight snoring.
If his brother wasnāt sick, he would have forced him to wake up! How dare he sleep on him, his big brother? The Avatar of Pride?! At least, it means that Mammon was comfortable enough to fall asleep on him, despite everything.
Tired of this day and needing more time to think, Lucifer says heās going to put Mammon to bed. Diavolo helps the First-Born to carry him in his arms like a bride, being careful that his head doesnāt fall back. Mammon already has enough fever as it is, a stiff neck would really be too much.
"You see, Lucifer, it was just a misunderstanding." says Diavolo.
"A huge misunderstanding you mean." corrects the tired demon.
"But you apologized and now youāre going to put him to bed even though he fell asleep while you were talking." continues the Prince with a gentle smile. "Isnāt that what a responsible parent would do?"
Lucifer looks at him with big eyes while Barbatos tilts his head to the side, with an interrogative look. The First-born blushes slightly and looks away, wishing his lover a good night. Diavolo laughs at Luciferās cute behavior and wishes him a good night too with a kiss, advising him to speak with his brothers tomorrow morning to sort out the misunderstanding.
"Young Master, itās time to go back." announces Barbatos by opening a portal. "Your cell is waiting for you."
Diavolo had forgotten that he had called Barbatos a prison guard. The Prince laughs awkwardly and follows his servant, knowing that many documents are still waiting for him in his office. His free day is over, but he will be patient for the next one.
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NOTES :
Honestly, this fic was quite difficult to write lol because I was TOO MUCH inspired! :,) I had way too many ideas, so I did some choice but Iām very happy with what I wrote <3
Fun fact : the pictures are from the aquarium I visited a few days ago <3
Caught Ollie scratching at my laundry basket so now he has his own
So far every time I set it in front of him now he's jumped straight in, no questions asked, and upon further investigation he seems to enjoy being carried in it from room to room
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Summary/Details: Diavolo's allowed Satan to start a new website for students to upload stories that they've written. It goes about as chaotically as that sounds.
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All things considered, Diavolo had found Satanās idea for a self-published story website for RAD students rather innocent. In fact, he had been excited to expand RADās literature past the stuffy confines of its ancient library. Fairytales of the modern-day written in the styles of the classics; introspective pieces ushering commentary about difficult topics; perhaps even the occasional short novel based on one of RADās mysteries! It had been the perfect suggestion for the annual book festival - no less, suggested by the student councilās resident bookworm.
āMuch about my life has been decided from birth, Satan. I think Iād know if I were betrothed.ā Diavolo starts. āMuch less to Lucifer.ā
However, now the Avatar of Greed stands before the RAD student council president (and his butler) in a back alleyway much unbecoming of their status: the only place left to hide from the over-excited fanfiction fans that had been hounding Diavolo the entire day. His barbed tail thrashes against some trash bags (Barbatos wincing at the stench that pours out), as he attempts to explain for the tenth time.
āNo - Lord Diavolo - they know you arenāt marrying Lucifer.ā He lets out a sharp sigh. āBut someoneās written a popular story on the site, and itās in the story - " he says, gesturing to the two, distinct, imaginary concepts with his hands, hoping for some sense of clarity, " - that you marry him. But the website was never intended for -ā
āYes, yes - " Barbatos coughs, swatting flies away with a gloved hand and glancing around for watching eyes. ā- we understand that site of yours is becoming quite popular.ā
āWell, I think this is wonderful news! ā Diavolo beams, puffing out his chest as his butler pinches his nose and gags behind him. āMany thanks for the idea, Satan. Perhaps I should talk to Lucifer about some wedding-related PR stunts we could do to prolong this newfound popularityā¦ā
āAbsolutely not. Enough people have inquired about their princeās martial status for one day,ā Barbatos sternly responds, ignoring the strong pout from the hulking demon prince beside him. āThough, it would be sensible to nip these rumours in the bud before any fictional stories get written about the councilā¦ā
Satan sighs. Again.
āItāsā¦ a bit late for that.ā
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LUCIFER
The first thing he does is write a comment under the siteās most popular story to absolutely confirm - without a doubt - that he and Diavolo are 'definitely not to be married'. The exact words he uses, verbatim.
Within an hour, however, the comment gets around the same amount of likes as students attending RAD. Within four hours, Diavolo has sent him a wedding mood-board. The next day, Asmo shows him a trending meme - which is just a screenshot of his comment with the ānot' scribbled out.
That isnāt to say he doesnāt see the benefit in the site. Secretly, heās very proud of Satan for starting the initiative, and enjoys coming back to the short-horror stories and interesting thought pieces written when the site first went live, as was being used as intended. He doesnāt care too much for the stories about you, his brothers, or his other acquaintancesā¦ but that doesnāt mean he isnāt tracking his shipping tag with you. Or leaving the occasional like on a story - just to boost said tag.
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MAMMON
For a good while, about 50% of how Mammonās day goes depends on how the āMammon X MCā tag is doing. He likes seeing little drabbles of him and you doing the most sickly-sweet things; cavity-inducing stories which illuminate his face with blue light at three-in-the-morning as he reads under his bed covers. This is especially true if he hasnāt asked you out yet, because heās a big fan of the reader-inserts where he gets to do just that and takes notes for when he finally musters up the same courage as his fictional counterparts. If you catch him daydreaming in class, thereās a good chance he was roleplaying a fanfic with you in his head.
Aside from you-related stuff, heās really trying to get Satan on board with monetising the platform. Merch, donations, a subscription serviceā¦ Satan is firmly against every idea - and it takes about three stringing-ups from Lucifer to stop the Avatar of Greed barging into his little brotherās room at midnight for yet another spontaneous elevator pitch. Eventually, Satan settles for a non-obtrusive, non-mandatory, donation link at the top of the homepage (definitely not agreeing because Mammon had the foresight to shape it like a kitten paw).
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LEVIATHAN
80-100% of how his day goes depends on how the āMC X Leviathanā tag is trending. Or the āHenry X Lord of Shadowsā tag, too - but ever since he started reading TSL AUs for him and his brothers, heād argue that theyāre basically the same thing.
Levi is, to no one's surprise, an avid reader, writer and fandom member; though nobody IRL (except two of his family members, one being you) knows his handle. On one hand, itās great - because it means no teasing, no trouble, and constant praise and support and showers of affection from you at his work. On the other had, itās gets super awkward when his brothers unknowingly DM him links to his own work as a reading recommendation. You think itās sweet that the family support his interests, but he hates having to fake-praise his own work to make sure his brothers donāt feel bad. But then they send him more of his own stuff, and he has to keep pretending he loved reading it when he didnāt read it andā¦ Itās a vicious cycle.
One day, you suggest he just say that the fanfic wasnāt really his thing, which might make his brothers stop. He mumbles something about the sanctity of fandom, and the preservation of interest in the creative arts, butā¦
ā¦ youāre pretty sure he just doesnāt want to make his brothers feel bad.
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ASMODEUS
Leviathan introduced him to fanfiction, so Asmodeus hadnāt been expecting much. Considering his older brotherās tastes, Asmo had expected something with wizards or ninjas, or anime-fireball fights. So one can imagine his surprise when the site is actually right up his alley - with super-dramatic plotlines, interesting stories, and lots of romance.
But most importantlyā¦ stories about him!
It isnāt a secret that Asmodeus has a massive fanbase - but with how gated RAD is, youāve never felt the full force of the Avatar of Lustās entire fandom. In fact, you didnāt realise the sheer scale at which Asmodeusā admirers operate, because they were the fans who had turned Satanās writing website into a fanfiction site in the first place. It actually turns out that the Lucifer-Diavolo marriage plot was just a side-plot in a two-hundred-chapter Asmodeus x OC fic.
Like an organised syndicate, Asmoās fans will ensure that the top-trending tag is an Asmodeus one, at all times. Fanfictions featuring Asmodeus make up the majority of the siteās entire library, with writing zines, weekly prompts and even the occasional web novel all dedicated to him. Because it was trending for a while, Asmo actually made an anonymous account on the site himself, and has a single, published story about a cute and powerful princess, who goes on a perilous journey to find her six, missing brothers and restore her kingdom to glory. The story gets so popular and critically-acclaimed that it gets a physical copy which sells out in stores - and it makes the Devildom news when its faceless authorās identity is revealed (because, let's be real - Asmo could never keep something this popular of his a secret).
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BEELZEBUB
Beel is... indifferent to fanfiction as a whole. He doesnāt make a habit of reading it, but he will read what his friends and family write and leave a heartfelt comment about the quality of the piece. Heās also the second of the two people who knows Leviathanās handle. He had just been searching up cookie recipes on the internet - but had accidentally clicked on a link to a College!AU fanfic about College!AU Lord of Shadows mustering up the courage to bake College!AU Henry Valentines Day cookies. He had recognised his big brotherās writing tone immediately, and had confronted Levi in-person to thank him for the in-story recipe (which had turned out pretty well when he tried to replicate it).
If youāre a fanfiction writer, heāll be your biggest fan; liking and commenting on every post (including the late-night rants or inevitable life update), and re-posting so often his entire profile is just a duplicate of yours and Leviās. Likely, he has no idea what fandoms you guys are writing about - he just wants to support something that makes you both happy.
Unfortunately, he is one of the few in RAD who treats fanfiction and rumours interchangeably. More unfortunate, and awkward, was when he congratulates Lucifer on his engagement at the table during dinner; only sadly adding that he wished his eldest brother felt comfortable enough to let his family know in advance.
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BELPHEGOR
Like Beel, heās indifferent; and couldnāt care less what stories people were writing online. He will support you and drop a like on anything you post, but do expect high-frequency teasing based on whatever it was you wrote about.
However, the cogs in his head canāt help but turn when he reads any romance fanfiction you write. Is that how you want to be flirted with? Are those the kind of gifts you like? Are these cavity-inducing, corny lines really the kind of stuff that works on you? Romance and flirting and charming people off their feet doesnāt come to him as easy as it does to Asmo, but Belphieās always been a natural strategist. Especially if the two of you arenāt in a relationship yet, Belphie sees your fanfiction as an insight into the kind of person you are; your interests, your kind of humour... and what youād want in a romantic partner. Any opportunity to get ahead of his brothers in the running for your heart - and any opportunity to get you a little more obsessed with him - is a win in his book.
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(we so back with the writing babbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!! this was kinda quickly written, but fictional character + fanfiction is smth i've always wanted to write about! i love writing how the characters react to things in the world - so here you go! sorry if it is very very very dumb ;0)
(the name is also dumb, it was gonna be fangfiction net, but i had my heart set on a wattpad parody)
bringing mammon to a thrift, how'll he react cuz he likes expensive stuff for being expensive
You sigh, lazily sliding your finger up against the cold glass of your D.D.D screen. Your Devilgram feed obeys with the same laziness; and the same roulette of images become a blur as the same, old posts show up again - and againā¦ and again. Leviathanās play-by-play commentary of Beel and Belphieās blind taste-testing contest is no longer being updated. Satanās isnāt posting any more cat photos - you figure he must be busy feeding them right now. A twinge of jealousy raps at your head when you find that Asmodeus is the only one actively posting at regular intervals; each time at a different store (with a reluctant, yet amused-looking, wise sorcerer in tow).
You desperately wish you were in a different store.
The wooden frame of the outstandingly-uncomfortable chair youāve chosen to sit on continues to dig into your back - and you're regretting not listening to Luciferās advice. You understand why someone decided to give this stupid thing up. Around you, rows and shelves of second-hand furniture and pre-loved clothes seem to stretch out longer, and farther, each time you look up at them. Since itās a weekday, the store is mostly quietā¦ save for a single demon's voice, alternating rapidly between muttering numbers like a madman, and triumphant snickering.
The time glares at you from the upper-left corner of your phone screen.
ā¦ Itās been five hours since you and Mammon had entered the thrift store.
No one really volunteers to go shopping with Mammon, in general. One: because no one wants be the collateral damage when he inevitably gets itchy fingers for something valuableā¦ and, two: because he takes ages to check out.
Itās always been different with you around, though. To his familyās delight, he usually strives to be on his best behaviour around you - and he usually stops dead in his tracks when heās about to cause trouble, if the puppy dog-eyed look you give him even remotely resembles disappointment.
And if he doesnātā¦ well, āstayā is always a word you use.
The one exception is thrift stores.
Thrift stores are Mammonās idea of a video-game, Leviathan had nervously explained to you when you had told him youād be going to a pop-up thrift store with Mammon. He had even paused his game to warn you - so you knew it was serious.
The way Levi had explained it, was that Mammon adored the thrill of beating - of besting - thrift stores. Optimising and min-maxing his build to get the highest profit. Lucifer, who you had gone to for advice after getting spooked by the seriousness (and overly-technical nature) of Leviās warning, had advised you two things: to set aside the whole day and bring a pillow. Then he had muttered something about how he wished Mammon would apply himself the same way to schoolwork as you walked out the.
Still, like a fool, you went anyway.
Itās not as though you get no benefit at all, however. Mammon is a demon authenticity test - able to tell between authentic pieces and well-crafted dupes, and expensive or inexpensive items, in a few seconds. The most youāve ever seen him need is a minute, when he struggled for a short while to differentiate the number of carats between two collectors-edition golden Grimm coins (his sin gets a little crazy when it comes to actual gold).
He can also estimate the price of anything in a thrift store down to the nearest 100 Grimm.
As a result, heās the best personal shopping assistant in the Devildom. All you really have to do is tell him that youāre looking for a pair of jeans - then heās pulled you ten options in five minutes, knows what brand they all are even if theyāve had the labels removed, and approximately how much theyāve been discounted from base price. And they all look amazing on you, too.
Itās since heās a model, he says.
(But itās really because he spends more time in your room than his own, so he knows your clothing style and sizes pretty well. To impress you with surprise gifts and stuff, yāknow? Whenā¦ or if, he has the money.)
He doesnāt mind putting in the extra work because he loves you - but, from the adorable grin on his face when he comes bounding up to you with his finds, it's also really clear he's doing it for the love of the game.
Be proud of him, though! It is a massive boost to his ego if you compliment him on his thrifting skills, and he will probably be bragging about it, unprompted, in irrelevant conversations for the next week.
After heās done helping you shop, however, he will be in that store for hours doing the same for himself. The way he zips around and mutters calculations to himself makes you think heās going insane.
ā¦ He only realises after heās bought everything that the two of you canāt carry it all home.
Itās only after you get back to the House of Lamentation (with the help of a tiring teleportation spell he now owes you a meal for) that everything starts to get back to normal. Unfortunately, ānormalā is often Mammon realising that his plans to maximise profits only work if people are willing to buy from him; which - considering his reputation in the Devildom and general lack of previous customer satisfaction - isnāt happening anytime soon.
Eventually, he resorts to asking you - someone with a more respectable renown - to put everything up on a D-Bayā¦ and you're stunned when you actually do make all the profit he said he'd make, and that his maths is pretty on the money.
ā¦ Then he spends all that money. The cycle repeats, and everything is okay with the world once more.
(i love thrifts stores myself, even though i have to travel quite far to get to one from where i am - i usually go to them to buy accessories and videogames, so thanks for this ask! there do seem to be such a range of thrift stores nowadays though - there are kinda cheaper local ones, and then there are some in busier areas that are superrrrr out of my price range D: i do hope this answered the request all right <3)
(TL;DR, i think mammon would be pretty familiar with thrift stores, and shops at them for the love of the game, lol. heās one of my favourite representations of the avatar of greed in media because he kinda wants everything, and not just money - so he's basically a kid in a candy store at any thrift. being who he is, thrift stores are a lil different from buying stuff at retail price because - in his mind - itās an opportunity to buy low and sell high if he plays his cards right. heāll also defo buy something super expensive, and then justify it by buying smth else and saying heāll sell it to cover the cost)
(sorry guys i know u love mammon and i love him tooā¦)
(ā¦ but he would 10000000% be a scalper im sorry)
You eye Mammon as he raises a hand, the twitching tips of his fingers already too close to the book on the table.
"... Mammon."
He immediately snaps back - straightening his posture on the couch - as if he was never near the book to begin with. He even has the gall to whistle and look away.
The book on the table was a cursed book. A book with a curse. A book with a very, very bad curse, if Lucifer's stern warning (before he had stepped out to take a call) had been anything to go by.
'Do not touch the cursed book, Mammon,' you believe Lucifer's exact words had been.
And yet...
"Mammon..." Y
"Mammon
"Mammon." You instruct again, eyes not leaving your laptop, which was balanced on your lap. Perhaps it was the pact - or a special kind of over-exposure to Mammon-centric shenanigans - but you didn't even have to see him to know when he was on the verge of making trouble. You look up, and the sight of your demon leaning significantly more in the book's direction than before confirms your special, Mammon-sensitive sixth-sense. "Don't you have anything else to do, othet than look at the book?"
"Nope." He replies, adding a pop to the end of the word. His lips curl into a boyish, barely-innocent grin. "Just get back to your work - nothin' to see here. Nothin' to do but look at Lucifer's super-rare, antique book."
"Super-cursed antique book," you correct.
"Super-rare, worth-lots-of-cash antique book," he corrects back.
A few minutes and stern 'Mammon's later, you think you're finally getting into the groove of your report-writing. The introduction is concise, yet informative. Your conclusions aren't half-bad either; some even corroborated by messages your classmates have been sending in the class group chat. Now - if Mammon could just hold off long enough for you to round off this final page - and let you finish your work ...
...
"... meow."
- and if you could just push through with this tedious writing -
"- mmmrowwwwwwwww..."
- and if someone could just take that damn cat out of the room so you could just concentrate...!
...
... Wait.
...
Cat?
... You don't even need to look. And, yet... you still ask.
"Are you a cat now, Mammon?"
A small, cat-like whine is the only reply. In a weird way, it still sounds exactly like him.
You sigh.
"Did you touch the book, Mammon?"
"What in the blazes - ?" You whip your head around to see Lucifer, arms already crossed, standing by the living room door. You could just see the onset migraine already pounding away in his head. "Didn't I tell you not to touch the book, Mammon?"
"Well," you say, closing your laptop. It wasn't like you were getting anymore work done now. "Telling Mammon 'no' was your first mistake."
I was listening to hear that he's using sarcasm or not. Pity, melodic voice, smile. Turned out that this Lucifer won't be like one we know at all.
He's angelic. He's not demon of pride yet. He doesn't walk with his head up, thinking anyone should be keeping their distance. He's here, genuinely worrying about human, what was his existence as Angel. So still, we will see real angel Lucifer.
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i was training a young person at work, and she referred to sexual assault as "SA" out loud, and i immediately was like, "no, it's sexual assault, call it what it is," bc idgaf if the algorithm overlords have taught y'all that you should fear direct language, how tf do any of you expect to ever address real issues with any amount of seriousness if you can't even say the words? imagine an advocate looking a sexual assault survivor in the eyes and asking "did he grape you?" it's absolutely fucking absurd, but these young interns and new hires are coming into an environment where we deal with survivors of all different kinds of abuse, and they're coming with the mindset that the words are as bad as the actions, and that makes them shitty at the job and look juvenile af
i HATE self-censorship for a lot of reasons, but being in crisis work makes it even more frustrating. who are you censoring for? like i am being so fr, WHO are you censoring for? have you even thought it through? people who have been raped know that they have been raped. if someone attempts suicide or is grieving someone who did, saying "sewer slide" isn't going to protect them from any of the feelings. a murder victim's family isn't going to feel better bc you said "unalived" instead of murdered. if anything, it's just extremely invalidating and othering. it's saying "what happened to you is so bad that i won't even say the word," which is NOT trauma-informed care. you are not protecting survivors/victims when you self-censor. the ONLY things you protect when you self-censor are the puritanical ideologies that are being encouraged by rich fascists who want your money and obedience
say the fucking words, guys. just say the goddamn words before i go insane!!!
weary and wary are not the same word and have very different meanings and if i see one more person use wearily when they mean warily Iām gonna combust
weary: tired, worn-out, beaten down, exhausted, in need of rest. they were weary after their long journey. wearily, she sat down on the couch and kicked off her shoes. he had grown weary of this conversation.
wary: guarded, cautious, on-edge, careful. they were wary of the approaching stranger. warily, she poked at the dark shape in the corner of her room. he paused, wary, but nodded anyway.
#they really said āyou canāt use wiki as an academic source-use our garbage AI thatās even less reliableā#and you canāt even opt out of it
no but you can FORCE it away. use ublock origin and copy paste the blacklist i made into the filters to be able to remove the bullshit AI overview that google forces. it also removes youtube's forced ads (at least until they fix it)
you can also use the ublacklist extension and use this blacklist of AI image generation websites to curate your google image results
there are ALWAYS ways around stuff. it's just a matter of looking into it and asking around
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can you write some fluff headcanons for lucifer with fem! reader? like general sweet things he might have did before they started dating
fluff headcanons ā lucifer
lucifer once saw you placing the back of your palm on your forehead after eating something solomon made. when he found out its a way to check your temperature, he started doing it everyy time you mentioned feeling a little under the weather. he takes special care to take off his gloves, too. heās a loser so he sometimes sneakily kisses his fingers before he presses his palm to your head. indirect forehead kiss !!!!
āā¦what? donāt be ridiculous. iām not āgoing softā, iām obliged to keep you out of harms way- ahā¦ youāre running a little warm. would you like me to help you cool down?ā actual real words he said before pulling you into a hug. this man runs COLD.
lucifer would take your music recommendations very seriously. yes, even if itās that electronic bleep blop he hates. you listened to his cursed records with an open mind, and, wellā¦ heās not one to take without giving.
heāll pay close attention to lyrics and listen to your playlists no matter how long they may be. heās a firmm believer that the music someone likes can help you understand their soul, and heās very interested in understanding yours.
at the start, lucifer would be the first to take a seat at the dining table. once he takes a liking to you, he gets soo annoyed that since you sit at opposite ends, he can barely see you with his shitty vision.
he starts waiting till youāre down, pulling out a chair for you and making sure youāre seated before he is. itās just a way to get a few seconds to look at your beautiful face, all soft smiles and mussed up hair. itās in these moments where he really has to control himself from leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.
he likes being the first to exchange good mornings with you at breakfast (verbally. mammon already did it first thru text)
go old man go !! im ngl i forgot its fem reader so this can be read as gn reader too :p
Ways in which MC and Lucifer act like a married couple before dating.
Masterlist.
When Lucifer and you made it official to everyone that you were together, it didn't come as much of a surprise. They saw the signs months ago.
The first one was quite mundane. It was a weekday, and Lucifer was on dinner duty. You had arrived from RAD quite early, and already finished everything in your task list for the day.
So why not lend a hand?
Normally, Lucifer would complain about being the only one bothered enough to make a proper dinner. Beelzebub usually ate all the ingredients before starting. Mammon threw all his ramen into a big pot and called it a day. Leviathan forgot that the oven was still on and burned everything. Asmodeus hated the smell of garlic on his freshly painted nails. Belphegor ordered takeout and pretended it was his cooking to avoid the hassle. Satan did tend to be more competent, until anybody entered the kitchen and he got bothered.
Still when others, such as Simeon, actually offered to help Lucifer, he turned them away. He had his own organization. He may complain but he didn't need help.
Your soft footsteps made his hand still the knife on the cutting board. He had learned the sound you made when walking long ago.
"Do you need any help?" you asked, moving to the sink to wash your hands already.
Silence stretched. For a second, you thought he was angry.
"Sure. You may stir the pot" He said, nodding to the soup on the stove. "Talk to me about your day" he said.
When the brothers, lured in by the delicious scent of a proper meal, made their way to the living room, their augmented hearing made them catch bits of the conversation.
Beelzebub and Asmodeus peeked their head in.
You were speaking, sitting down on the stool, any tasks long forgotten. Lucifer was pulling out the freshly made bread from the oven. He was listening. His face was relaxed. And he was interested in what you were saying.
Asmodeus took a picture.
Another time, up in the human world, the seven brothers were talking about their plans for the day.
Asmodeus would join Mammon at a fashion show where he got a gig, the fifth born being the designer of the outfits. Satan got a ticket to a movie adaptation of his favourite book. Leviathan, Beelzebub and Belphegor were interested in going to a Gastronomic anime fair.
Lucifer, turning away from all of them, had simply announced he'd be going to a factory tour nearby. He had already expected the groans from his brothers, calling him all sorts of names. Of course nobody would come with him.
"Oh! Can I come with you?" You asked suddenly, stepping beside him, your hand already reaching for his arm. "Is it the factory that makes the pens that you like?"
Not only were you willing to go, but you remembered his earlier comment.
All the brothers stopped their groaning to look at the two of you.
"A pen factory." Repeated Satan. They had all made far more interesting plans, hoping to allure you to spend a day with one of them. And you chose the pen factory tour.
"Well, of course!"You said cheerfully. "Lucifer was quite excited about it."
The demon in question straightened his tie, the smirk on his face angering all of them. He had won.
The others groaned, now for an entirely different reason.
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