nights of remembrance

masterlist

characters:venti, zhongli

genre:angst

contains:hinting the loss of a lover, (name) isn’t specifically mentioned

summary:with their journey continuing, the traveler decides to pay the archons a visit.

notes: just an idea i had :) not a request but i promise i’m working on them!

“we’ve never seen their homes, have we?” paimon hums as they float beside their partner. the twin nods quietly, watching as paimon continues to interrupt conversations in search of the archon’s residence.

venti -

“you’re looking for venti?” jean echoes, earning a nod from the duo. the acting grand master sorts through papers for a few seconds before settling on a single file. her eyes scan over them before she states. “i think this is where he lives.”

she hands the paper over to the adventurers. paimon peers over the traveler’s shoulder before cheering, “oh! paimon knows where that house is!”

“you do?” the traveler chuckles, following their floating companion out of the knights’ headquarters.

“mhm! we pass by it all the time!”

the traveler, trusting paimon’s word, continues following after them before they arrive at the door of a secluded home.

the blond(e) knocks on the wooden door, sharing a confused look with paimon when no response is given.

“do you think he’s ignoring us?” paimon asks, prompting the traveler to shake their head. paimon puffs out their cheeks before proposing, “let’s see if the door’s open!”

“…why not?” with a shrug, the traveler goes to push open the door. and to their surprise, it opens with a simple nudge.

“is he not home?” paimon questions, floating around the empty living room. the traveler begins walking through the home, noting the picture frames littered around the rooms.

some were turned down with their photos pressed against the counter. others were simply empty, the backs of them broken as if the last person clawed at them.

they eventually reach the top of the stairs, a single door open by an inch. they peek through the gap of the door, spotting a person standing in front of a mirror.

the person’s eyes were closed and their hands cupped their own cheeks. they stroked their own skin as they hummed quiet songs, taking shaky breaths in between each one.

“hello traveler,” the person suddenly greets, remaining in front of the mirror with shut eyes.

“u-uh, hello!” the blond(e) replies nervously, opening the door to step into the room. “sorry, we thought this was someone else’s house…”

“who were you looking for?” they inquire, turning around to face them.

“a friend of ours. he’s… a bard!”

“hold on,” with that, they disappear from the traveler’s view. after a minute or so, venti walks in from what was seemingly a bathroom. “what pleasure do i owe you, traveler?”

“we just wanted to visit!” paimon, who had floated beside the traveler, answers.

“ah, i see, i see,” venti laughs half-heartedly.

“who was that earlier?”

“hm?”

“the person in here,” the traveler clarifies. “the one in front of the mirror.”

venti purses his lips before looking over his shoulder, staring at the one frame that still contained a photograph. he lets out a quiet sigh before walking over to it, delicately taking it from its place on the wall.

“them?” the single word he uttered held a sadness the traveler was quite familiar with.

a sadness that screamed desperation and longing.

“that’s them,” they nod. venti hums quietly, holding the frame close to his chest.

“they… were my muse. and they still are.”

zhongli –

“ah, you’re looking for zhongli?” hu tao grins, adjusting her grip on a box.

“yep! we’re just here to visit,” paimon states, twirling in their spot in the air. “is he here?”

“unfortunately, you came at the wrong time,” the director replies, shaking her head. “zhongli is on his break right now.”

“i wouldn’t expect zhongli to be the type to take a break,” the traveler chuckles. hu tao drops the box near her desk before whirling around to face the duo.

“i know where you could find him, though!” she beams, swatting at the ghost chewing at her hair. without waiting for a response, she grabs the blond(e)’s hand and drags them out of the parlour, pointing down the walkway. “if you go down this road, there’s one house! that’s where he should be right now.”

“he owns a house?” paimon questions, furrowing their brows. “he doesn’t seem like he could afford it.”

“he doesn’t!” hu tao grins once more before disappearing into the funeral parlour. brushing off hu tao’s normal, happy-go-lucky attitude, the two head down the path through liyue.

a small home greets them at the end with small bushes of flowers surrounding it. the silk flowers, qingxin, and glaze lilies planted around were well taken care of. small water droplets could be seen on their petals, falling to the grass with each passing second.

the wooden stairs barely made a sound as the traveler stepped on them, allowing the blond(e) to walk up them silently. paimon kicks the air excitedly before pushing the door, letting out a yelp when the door swings open without a squeak.

from where they stood, they could see a figure with (h/color) hair mumbling to themselves as they paced around the kitchen.

“um…! excuse us!” paimon calls out as they squeeze through the gap in the door. The person turns around, smiling softly as they nod in acknowledgment. they motion towards one of the empty chairs at the table.

“thank you…?” the traveler nods, pulling out the chair to sit down. they glance around the room, staring at the small pieces of paper taped on the walls. only a few notes were intelligible from where they sat.

take care of the flowers every day.

tea breaks after work.

ingredients for bamboo shoot soup, almond tofu, universal peace, and crab roe tofu are in the cabinets.

tend to azhdaha’s tree.

“apologies,” the (h/color)-haired person hums, placing two cups in front of the traveling duo. they take a seat across from them with their own cup, taking a small sip as they ask, “is there something you needed from me?”

“we were looking for zhongli!” paimon cheers, jumping in the air. “hu tao said he lived here.”

“ah, i see,” they nod before standing up. “i can get him for you.”

a few minutes pass before the two hear soft footsteps. They turn their heads, finding the geo archon walking towards them with a picture frame clutched in his hand. he takes the seat across from the traveler, placing the frame in the middle of the table.

“i assume you have questions about who they were,” he mutters, turning the frame to show the picture inside.

“are they your partner?” paimon teases, folding their hands together.

“they are,” zhongli chuckles, gliding his fingers over the glass. “they are the one thing i will protect from erosion. no matter the cost. such is… my final contract with them.”

phantom tales of teyvat || first engima

masterlist

characters: aether, venti, zhongli

genre: fluff? idk it’s something

contains: spoilers for phantom tales of the night (manga series), my own au i literally created on the spot, aether’s tired of being teyvat’s dog,(name) is not referred to by name but it’s you :), some talks about cannibalism, some similar to hypnosis is kinda insinuated? i don’t know how to describe it

summary: it seems a traveler has wandered into a quiet inn on the outskirts of teyvat. however, the source of payment the innkeeper seeks isn’t mora. in fact, it’s nothing physical. it’s the visitor’s deepest darkest secret.

notes: so i’ve been waiting for phantom tales of the night vol. 5 to be delivered to my house so i can finish up to vol. 7. so while i’m waiting, here i am making a weird au based on it. i hope you enjoy :D this basically follows the first chapter of vol. 1 but with genshin,,,
also i got a bit carried away with this going to 2,979 words…

all he wanted was to find his sister. his sweet twin sister who always stuck by his side, no matter what challenges they were faced with.

instead, he was stuck here, in a world he was widely unfamiliar with accompanied by a strange pixie-like being. he traveled through cities, aiding in whatever fetch quests he was asked to complete in exchange for… nothing.

mora here (which was always used up for resources, leaving him with double-digit amounts), food there (which were always eaten by paimon), respect elsewhere. what about the help he was promised by the higher ups of the cities?

the knights of favonius promised to help find his sister after he defeated a raging storm fueled by a dragon’s anger. and all they did was put up missing person posters.

the liyue qixing promised the exact same thing in exchange for defending the city from an awakened ancient god. and, once again, all they did was put up missing person posters.

he was tired. he was tired of being teyvat’s dog with no reward.

all he wanted was his sister back.

“aether?” paimon called out nervously, watching as the blond traveler trudged through the grass. heavy bags had formed under his eyes and his blond hair stuck out of his braid is curly wisps.

“not… not now, paimon,” aether sighed, swatting at his floating companion. a few moments passed before aether heard the familiar sparkling sound of paimon disappearing to archons know where. he let out another sigh, one that was more resigned and choked.

as he wallowed in his sorrows, he didn’t notice the geo creature towering behind him.

“watch it,” a calm voice echoed through his ears. just as aether turned to face the roaring geovishap, he felt the back of his scarf get tugged on as he was pulled back.

from what he could see through the blur of rock and ash, the dark brown scales were what caught his attention the most. the creature’s tail flowed along with the golden fur gathered at the end of it, its claws tipped as gold as mora. the polearm it grasped in its clawed hands matched its body perfectly, from the color to the rigid edges mimicking crystals.

“who…?” was the only word aether managed to mutter as he stared up in awe at the creature. it, or rather he, peered over his shoulder to look down at the traveler, his eyes sharp as he stared.

“i’m afraid we will attract more attention if we remain here,” he bellowed, seemingly speaking to someone other than aether. “it would be wise to bring him inside.”

“of course,” a distant voice responded. as aether blinked, he found himself a ways away from where he had been before. instead of the soft grass of liyue, he found himself sitting on smooth rock littered with sparkling geodes and crystals. in front of him stood an intricate building framed by lanterns of varying sizes and designs.

“aether,” the same voice cooed, this time coming from a source visible to him. walking towards him was a figure wearing a (color) kimono covered by a similar haori. hanging from their fingers was a lantern, its light illuminating the area far better than the countless lanterns hanging on the building behind them. “i have been awaiting your arrival. please come inside.”

aether managed to push himself up, careful to avoid the sharp and ragged edges of the rock beneath him. the figure stared at him for a moment before greeting, “i shall be your host. if you have any requests, please feel free to ask.”

“my… host?” aether echoed, cautiously walking towards the (h/color)-haired figure. their smile remained unchanged as he grew closer.

“yes. that is our job here, after all. come, we mustn’t delay,” the host ushered, reaching out to grab aether’s wrist. they pulled him along the trail before continuing, “if we do, there’s no guarantee they won’t catch up to us.”

“they…? huh?!” aether quickly glanced over his shoulder to see a hoard of geovishaps and their hatchlings barreling towards them. he reached out to summon his sword but was quickly interrupted by the hand of his host.

“ah, there’s no need for that,” they muttered, lightly pushing aether’s hand down as wind began to swirl around the two. “let us handle this matter. for now, let’s head inside.”

“inside… this?” aether questioned, nodding up to the lantern-filled building.

“my inn,” the host answered with the same smile, watching for a few moments as the wind began to flow towards the hoard of monsters. “i can assure you that this inn is the safest place to be when being chased by teyvat’s creatures. however…”

the host released aether’s wrist, prompting the traveler to pause just before the steps of the inn. the host turned around slowly, their haori flowing behind them as if it were a cape.

“i do need… one thing from you.” their lantern seemed to glow brighter, causing the shine in their eyes to become more intense than before. “i ask that you grant me one of your secrets.”

the moment aether stepped inside, the inn was far grander than he had previously thought. keeping up the theme, the ceiling was shrouded in lanterns, making the wood that presumably supported it invisible due to them while tatami mats lined the floor in a distinct pattern.

“well? is it suitable for your tastes?” the host asked, sliding the door closed as quietly as possible.

“uh… how do i say this…?” aether muttered to himself, looking around at the room he had just stepped foot in. “it’s… actually really nice. am i even allowed to be here?”

“of course,” the host reassured, ignoring the roars outside the door. aether jumped back suddenly as the door was pushed in, barely keeping intact as another roar was heard.

“how is this even standing…?”

“ah, company secret,” the host grinned before clapping their hands lightly. “now then. venti! get the luggage, would you?”

aether yelped as he felt wind fly up behind him, the bag he had carried being hoisted from his shoulders into the air. as the wind began to swirl, a figure began to manifest from the air.

“huh?! wh-what?!” aether gaped, looking back and forth between his host and the wind being only known as “venti”.

“don’t fret,” the host called. “he works for me.”

“that’s not what’s weird…” aether clarified, fiddling with the end of his scarf. “he… formed from the wind.”

“oh? it seems our guest is not as shocked as we thought he would be,” the host hummed, glancing over their shoulder at the traveler.

“he isn’t one to be easily scared,” venti points out, twirling the end of one of his braids with his finger. “in fact, i would have been surprised if he were afraid of a mere wind spirit.”

“i guess let the wind lead was literal, huh?” aether laughed to himself, earning a small smile from venti.

“that it is,” venti hummed softly, part of his body disappearing as the wind carried it away. the upper half of his body remained, allowing him to float around the host and wrap his arms around them. the host remained unbothered, lifting one of their hands to lightly glide their fingers along venti’s neck. “the people of mondstadt cherish that saying. in a way, they cherish my ability to lead them in the right direction. and you were led here. we will do our best to help you relax. both body and mind.”

“follow me,” the host ushered as venti fluttered after them in a gust of wind. as aether walked down the halls, he couldn’t help but take in the only piece of decoration that littered the inn.

lanterns. varying lanterns of size, color, shape, and design lined the walls and filled the ceilings. he recognized a few of them as xiao lanterns, the very same ones he had written a wish in during liyue’s lantern rite.

“uh, excuse me?” aether called out, prompting the host to look over their shoulder at him. “i’m… i’m really grateful for all of this but… i don’t think i can afford any of this? it just looks really expensive…”

“…pfft!” venti, who had appeared beside the host in a gust of wind, tried to suppress his laugh but to no avail.

“venti, you’re being rude,” the host scolded as they guided aether into a separate room, they led the traveler to a small table beside a window, the outside still littered with floating lanterns. the host took their seat and motioned to the chair in front of them, causing aether to sit opposite of them.

they placed their lantern on the table and interlocked their fingers, resting their chin on the small platform they had formed. “aether, the compensation i’m searching for is not mora. i’ve told you before, the one request i ask of you is simply your secret. nothing more.”

“that… that’s it?” aether asks, nervously squirming in his seat. “there’s no… extra thing you need? nothing for me to find or fight or make. just… a secret?”

“that’s all,” the host reassures, smiling softly. “and in exchange, we promise to do whatever we can to find your sister. and that’s not putting up missing person posters.”

it was as if aether just shut down at that moment. anything regarding his sister, even if it’s a lie, is sure to attract aether. all he could think about at that moment was reuniting with lumine and leaving this world that took advantage of him and his kindness.

“just a secret… just a secret…” aether muttered to himself, squeezing his hands. “let’s see… i guess my secret is that i’m not from this world.”

“…”

“ah-hahahaha!” venti’s laugh echoed throughout the room, causing aether to furrow his brows in confusion.

“venti!” the host calls, snapping their fingers as if scolding an animal. they let out a quiet sigh before leaning forward, their arms resting on top of the table. “i’m afraid that isn’t much of a secret to us.”

“…huh?”

“it’s quite clear to anyone who has heard of you and your deeds. no normal person from teyvat should be capable of that,” the host explains, prompting aether to hum softly.

“…i guess? so, that means i can’t stay here, right? and… you can’t help me?”

“i wouldn’t say that,” the lantern’s light suddenly dims, casting shadows on the host’s face and body. “but… i hope you don’t think that’s all you have to offer.”

“i… what are you talking about?” aether felt a chill run up his spine.

“there are other secrets, one that particularly interests me. it’s a secret that may shake your very existence,” the host points out, reaching across the table to place their finger on aether’s lips. with a sickeningly sweet smile and glazed over eyes, the host mutters, “and unless we reveal that, i’ll be unable to assist you.”

he really should have left this inn when he had the chance. one minute he was in the hot spring outside with the strangely pushy host and the next…

he’s caught in the middle of a geovishap attack with nothing but a towel to guard him. not even his sword was hidden away in the pocket space it always disappeared to.

just as the geo creature’s claws were about to crush the blond, a familiar polearm-wielding creature intercepted the attack.

“owner…” the creature huffed, kicking their weapon towards another geovishap. “with all due respect, why did you let him outside?”

“he is a bit carefree, isn’t he?” the host, now known to aether as owner, hummed. similar to aether, the only item that guarded them was a towel obtained from the hot springs. however, in their hand, they held their signature lantern, brightly lit with a flame. owner wipes away the water dripping from their face before explaining, “we were in some sort of rut regarding what he is, that’s all.”

“…i trust your judgment, owner, but we must be more careful with our guests,” the dragon-based creature sighs as it traps the geovishaps in stone.

“yes, yes, of course,” they hum as they head towards the grassy area aether had previously been taken to. they face the geovishaps before smiling, “now then, i ask that you return my guest.”

the geovishap lets out a roar followed by a series of growls. venti’s top half begins to form behind owner as he drapes their haori over their slightly dry body. “zhongli? what’s it saying?”

“hm… they’re complaining,” zhongli answers, his tail swishing as he continues to translate. “they claim to have found our guest first and that we stole him from them.”

“huh… odd,” owner hums, reaching up as venti peers over their shoulder to cup his chin. “surely you wouldn’t be complaining once you admit you followed the wind and the earth to him. without them, you wouldn’t have found him. if you’re making excuses, at least make a good one.”

as the geovishap lets out another roar, owner moves their hand to cup their lantern’s flame into their palm. “this will be my final warning to you.”

“this outlander is my guest. keep away from him.”

zhongli seems to growl at the geo creature as it responds to owner. the innkeeper lets out a dry chuckle before placing their finger on their chin, lightly tapping it as they warn, “or else, i’ll expose your secrets right here and now. do i make myself clear?”

surprisingly, the geovishaps let out a noise akin to a low whimper and scamper off, leaving aether behind in the grass. he looks off into the distance, searching for the monsters as they disappear beyond the horizon. he opens his mouth to say something before letting out a sneeze, earning a light laugh from venti. “you know, you’re the first one to run off with nothing but a towel. do you want your clothes back? they might not help much, though…”

“did… you know those things?” aether grumbles, ignoring venti who simply fiddles with the end of his wings. “you… knew their secret. you must have known them, then!”

“…i suppose you’re not wrong,” owner nods, lifting their lantern to illuminate their face. “we definitely aren’t friends, per se… but regardless, you were too occupied with the idea of us being enemies. had you stayed calm, i would have answered any questions you had. although, i don’t blame you due to all of the fetch quests you’ve been through…”

owner fiddles with the top of their lantern, the quiet squeaking of the handle moving filling the air.

“to answer your question before, they’re a part of teyvat’s creatures that are in an active search for their country’s downfall. or rather, they were recruited by that nation’s survivors to search for their oppressors or their lost comrades. it was only a matter of time before he found us since we house a myriad of creatures.”

aether paused before slowly turning to stare up at owner. oppressors. if those geovishaps had infiltrated this inn after encountering him…

what had he done to be labeled an oppressor?

“what… what did you mean by oppressors?”

owner slowly looks down at aether to meet his stare, their eyes darkened as they lift their lantern up to their face. “oh dear. you really don’t know, huh?”

they slowly walk towards the blond traveler, reaching down to trace the underside of his jaw lightly. as their finger curls back towards their palm, aether finds himself drifting towards them as if searching for their touch once more.

and as their finger pressed against his forehead, he remembered.

the cataclysm.

the fall of k'haenriah.

he wasn’t an oppressor they were searching for.

he was one of the lost comrades.

“what… what do you want from me?” aether hissed. his first question was to ask of their identities, but he felt in his gut that he already knew the answer. “you’re not… here to take me celestia, are you? or did you save me to… eat me or something…?”

“eat you?” owner echoed, covering their mouth with the tips of their fingers. “me? eat you?”

the air was soon filled with loud laughs which came from owner themselves. they turned to look at their employees, giggling, “guys! did you hear him? another one’s asked if we’re here to eat him! why do they all think they’re worth it?”

“i have no answer for that,” zhongli hums softly, his tail, once again, flicking behind him.

“maybe it’s what they want deep down,” venti giggles, his body half formed from the wind.

“heh… aether, do you remember what i’ve said before?” owner asks quietly. “mora holds no value here. we have no interest in the weight of your soul as ordained by the gods, either. and, to answer your question, i am not interested in eating your body. i’ve lost the pleasures i felt when indulging in those actions. the only thing i wish for is your secrets. nothing more.”

aether let out a yelp as he was pushed to the ground. he blinked to see owner directly above him, their legs straddling his waist and their face mere inches in front of his. they reached up and seemed to cradle his face, their thumbs brushing against his bottom lip.

“gnawing at your bones, nipping at your flesh, swallowing your remains, all of that is a source of nourishment that my body does not need nor crave. aether,” as his name came out as a soft coo from their lips, aether felt his mind fogging up and becoming distant. “i yearn for something that is much deeper in you. and that only comes to the surface when your mind and body are completely offered up to me through your deepest, darkest secret.”

“that is what i strive to have.”

Barbatos: You kissed me.

Y/n: Yes, I did.

Barbatos: Should we? … I mean, there’s a discussion that we could have… if you wanted to have one?

Y/n: Barbatos, I kissed you, with tongue, and I plan to do it again and again if it’s okay with you - so get used to it. End of discussion.

Barbatos, smiling:Okay

radarchives:

Lux: I will never not say this..for that demon man…*Chef kiss at barbatos*I will never NOT want him to be mine, If that means fighting Dia let it be so-KHE SE ARMEN LOS PINCHES CHINGADASOS!?-

Incorrect quotes #472 Malewife Barb

Mc: Barbie, here me out, okay?… The Kids(Luke and LilD’s…Diavolo too for Barbs) are at school…Hear me out
Barb: Hmmm?*Smiles at their spouse as their head pops from under the counter kitchen*
Mc: A 3-hour makeout session…*Gremlin grin*
Barb:…
Mc: Wait, I haven’t gotten to the best part! Plus, inappropriate vertical “Devil’s Tango” on the counter
Barb*sighs and undoes his apron knot*
Mc: …or not…*Pouts sadly*
Barb:I never said no, My dear~* cracks his tail on the counter like a whip*

You guys can thank @generalofchaosandsimpery for this!

Brothers/Dateables Once said Part 1

I would die for them, I would kill for them… Either way, what bliss~

Lucifer,Mammon,Satan,Diavolo,Barbatos,Solomon

Mc Once said Part 7

*In the Royal castle, at the kitchen table*

Mc*In Diavolo’s robe with Diavolo and Barbatos sleeping on their shoulders(your guess why they are so sleepy…), looks up from their d.d.d*Oh, what are you doing here the ‘sun’ is up

D.K:…

Incorrect quotes #483 The Queen

D.K: I’m an idiot
D.Q:…
Dia:…
Mc:…
Barb:…
D.K:…
D.Q: If you’re waiting for us to disagree, this is going to be a long day honeybear

The Late…Dearly Loved Demon Queen

Aka Dia’s Mama and Late Spouse of the Demon King…I plan to explain my personal headcanons of this beautiful demon lady but decided it is best to wait for tomorrow…But let’s just say…She and Lilith are judging her family for their actions with Mc..and their"head" of their own families…Looking at You Lucifer and Demon King…

She wants to slap her husband…but you beat her to it…

Incorrect quotes #481 How he proposed

This Quote is dedicated to THIS AMAZING CREATOR I FOLLOWED WHEN I STARTED IN THE OBEY ME! FANDOM SHOUT OUT TO @acetrainerlance,@obeythedemons

Barb: I want an upgrade

Mc: what do you mean…

Barb: relationship-wise, I would like to upgrade

Mc*tearing up*you don’t want me anymore?

Barb: what— no!

Barb*takes out a small box & opens it to reveal a ring* I wanted an upgrade to spouse

Easter Eggs & Adoption

☆

Hey! So Easter is coming up and I wanted to write something special!

Child MC has been in a lot of my asks lately, so I decided that that would be the right way to go!

**note~

So I made this a while back, but I finished writing it today.

Hoping it’s still Easter somewhere…

Anyways, I think this was my favourite fic to write yet! Check the bottom notes, as I clarify the relationships I was trying to convey there.

☆

All throughout the room there were sounds of eggs popping open and candy wrappers, and, not surprisingly, Lucifer’s complaints.

“I really don’t see why we’re doing this.”

“For the kid, dingus!”

Mammon has to bow his head to miss it colliding with Lucifer’s flailing arm. He doesn’t, however, miss Lucifer’s deathly glare.

“MC mentioned Easter to Luke, and they’ve been raving about it for weeks, Luci.” Simeon shakes his head with a fond smile.

Solomon speaks up, mouth full of chocolate. “Where are we gonna hide the eggs, anyways?”

Solomon glaces over his shoulder to Diavolo, whom is sitting on the floor surrounded by bags of candy and colourful eggs, Barbatos to his left. He then turns to the brothers.

There are only three armchairs in the room, taken up by Lucifer, Solomon and Simeon. Lucifer is surrounded by Asmo, Beel, Mammon, and Satan at his feet, all dutifully filling up eggs with little chatter. Levi and Belphie are off to the sides. They had originally planned to race—Levi was still trying to do so—but Belphie fell asleep in an oddly painful looking position on the stone floor.

Solomon is more so on an automan than an armchair, he must admit, facing towards the majority of the brothers and the fireplace, legs in a criss-crossed position and eggs around him.

Barbatos and Diavolo are, as said, behind the white-haired wizard on the rug. Diavolo seems completely content where he is, while Barbatos seems a little tense in that my-face-is-blank-so-you-totally-can’t-tell-what-I’m-feeling way. Which, Solomon totally can. He’s been around Barbatos enough to know his little anxious tics. Did it take nearly eight months to figure out? Yes. But still.

It seemed that the brothers and Diavolo—Diavolo especially—had been trying to get Barbatos to loosen up for nearly years. Telling him that he was more family than butler, asking for his opinion, offering him breaks. It seems that MC truly did the trick, getting Barbatos to speak up about the brother’s unfitting behavior of a child’s caretaker. Solomon is happy to see the guy protect someone so fiercely and actually speak up. The butler’s usual arrogant silence annoys the shit out of him.

“I was thinking my garden, perhaps?” Diavolo.

Solomon turns with a nod, shoving some more candy in a cheap plastic egg.

Diavolo goes to speak up again, at the same time as Barbatos, who grimaces as their voices collide. Diavolo tells the blue haired man to carry on with what he was saying.

“Ah, perhaps I could hide the eggs? I’m sure you would all like to relax and—”

“Darling, really.” It’s Asmo who speaks up this time, turning and setting his elbow on his knee. “You don’t have— y'know what? No. You’re not fucking doing this on your own. We’re hiding them too!”

Lucifer let’s out a warning, “Asmo, calm yourself.” As Barb turns to Diavolo, gouging his reaction. Diavolo smiles and nods.

Thats when they hear the scream, and turn to see you running in slamming the door behind you, putting your back to it.

“MC?” You turn to the speaker, Simeon, with a flushed face a wide smile.

“Mhmm?” You cock your head to the side, panting heavily.

That’s when Luke bursts in the door, almost slamming you into the wall. Though, Barbatos appears (as he does) to pull you out of the way of the door, holding you steady by your shoulders.

Luke is just as breathless as you, face an alarming shade of red, hair glued to his forehead with sweat.

He lunges forward, hand colliding with your shoulder almost violently, screaming joyfully, “you’re it, MC!”

At the declaration everyone breathes out a sigh of relief, for it was not a shove, but a game of tag.

Before a single being blinks, both children are scurrying out of the room at a rapid pace, giggling with joy. Simeon just shakes his head with a fond grin.

“MC is an orphan.” The whole of the room turns to Diavolo, confused at the sudden outburst with no context.

“Pardon?”

“If they perhaps… wanted to stay? I wouldn’t be against it.”

The topic weighs heavily on the room. There had been jokes, occasionally someone would make a comment. It was only now that it was brought upon them. Lucifer couldn’t help but think about it as if it were a bomb, waiting to blow.

“I’m all for it.” Belphie slurs sleepily from the corner. This pulls a giggle from Asmo’s chest.

Satan speaks up for the first time since the group had entered the library. “Perhaps… it is not the brightest idea.”

“Why the hell not?!” Comes Mammon’s voice, thick with anger.

“We really must think about this. If they were to stay in Purgatory Hall, or perhaps the Palace, I would not be against it. However… between Lucifer and I’s tempers, Beel’s… consumption rate, the incident with Belphie, Levi’s apathy, not to mention the fact that we are literal demons…. well, I simply do not think this would be the right… environment for them to grow old in.” Satan came out with this all slowly, his face sympathetic as to try and tamper down any offense he must have caused. As expected, the room is completely devoid of any noise.

Except Lucifer’s voice.

“You… hold in your temper well, Satan. We will all have to make adjustments, but… I do believe you would be an… adequate guardian, at the least.” It is the kindest thing that Lucifer has ever said to Satan. Or maybe the only kind thing that has been shared between the two (not counting the time you broke down crying over an argument they were having, which was quickly wrapped up in favor of awkwardly hugging one another and assuring you all was well).

The room is silent, but of course, Asmo has to point out everything remotely cute or sweet, and in silence Diavolo is about as awkward as an elongated goose trying to step inside a mouse hole.

“Aweee!!”

“You really do have to work on your temper, darling.” Diavolo laughs at the glare he receives from his boyfriend.

“Wait! Are we not going to talk about how cute that was? Now hug! Makeup—or makeout I don’t care—!”

“I could cut down on eating a bit! I don’t want MC to be hungry…”

Simeon just laughs, shooting Beel a comforting smile before gliding over to Asmo and setting a hand on the effeminate man’s shoulder, giving it a pat, and looking back to his larger red-head brother. “No one will begrudge you your food, Beel. We know it hurts.”

“Yeah, and there is plenty of food!”

“There really is! You’re OK, Beel!”

Soon enough Asmo is seated by Barbatos, leaning on his shoulder, whilst Simeon chats softly with Lucifer and Satan. Beel has moved to prop Belphie’s head in his lap, filling the eggs that Belphie had collected in a race to appease Levi. Mammon is leaning back against Lucifer’s legs, quiet for once, just listening, seemingly a peace. Though, he occasionally stuffs a chocolate in his mouth or pocket.

Solomon is still on the automan, filling eggs. He pauses every few moments to glance around the room. He never thought he would see this peace, this happiness, and yet here it is.

He cannot help it. He’s curious, and he turns to Diavolo, seeing the prince staring lovingly at his lifelong friend and butler. Solomon gazes at the uptight, fidgety man to find him, too, at peace, with Asmo at his side.

His gaze travels back to Diavolo, and they share a knowing look. Then, the Prince is stealing the little room left on the automan, and they’re filling eggs together. Diavolo does most of the talking, filling the space with warm noise that makes Solomon feel fuzzy and lightheaded.

Maybe, he dares to think, maybeI'll have a family.Maybe I already do.

But, one thing he knows for sure, is that you will.

Because it lays unsaid, but ultimately known. And in the air he can almost smell the warm (and slightly plastic-y) scent of Easter eggs and adoption.

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I feel like I need to clarify!

The only official relationship I show in here is DiaLuci, but there are hints of Barb x Asmo!

I have had trouble deciding how I wanted to write these characters for awhile now. It’s like I had the whole puzzle finished except I was missing on piece.

The was I was writing characters, mainly the Undateables, felt very OOC.

It was really fun to experiment with all the characters in one room and really develop their personalities in my eyes.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Brothers + Undateables: Christmas Activities

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Christmas Special

Oop, well here’s this.

Dunno what to refer to the previous Undateables now,,,,, uh

Enjoy!!

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Lucifer

• Celebrating… really anything has never been Lucifer’s forte. He doesn’t like crowds, loud noises, and his music taste is not matching that of who made the playlist for most, if not all of Diavolo’s balls.
• Though he put up with it, for one of maybe his only two friends.
• And then you came, and he started putting up with it gor you too.
• But standing here, in one of the lounging rooms in the palace with everyone… everyone important, at least, he finds that he’s enjoying himself.
• And if he suddenly seems a bit more interested in the cheery music coming from Mammon’s D.D.D. in the corner only because you start tapping your foot to the beat..? Well, no one will notice.
• Perhaps the awestruck low-level demons won’t the only good things about a party.
• Maybe you and his family— Barbatos, Diavolo and maybe even Simeon and his little pipsqueak included—were good too.
• Though the cheeky sorcerer was not included in the family. He’d pissed Lucifer off more times then necessary.
• You had too, but on well.
• Lucifer wasn’t much on PDA, but now, happy and not as anxious as he was before, he leans back into the cushions and slides his arm on top of the couch behind your head. He smiles as you lean back.
• You had forcefully pulled him out of bed this morning and thrown a, quite frankly, absolutely horrendous sweater at him. It was scary how fast he gave in.
• He was sorta glad he wore it though. Everyone else had a ugly sweater.
• He pulled you to the side, placing a chaste kiss against your forehead.
• He was enjoying him, strangely enough.

Mammon

• Shenanigans never end with Mammon.
• He tried, though. Saying that he would give his brothers a grace period on the prank for a bit.
• But, walking into the store to see all the Christmas decorations, and even better, loads of glitter… oh, the ideas were starting to well up in his head.
• He made stupid mistakes, no doubt. Mammon was emotional and clumsy, but not dumb. When he wanted to annoy his brothers, he would.
• So soon, a few cases of glitter were thrown in the basket, and you smirked at eachother.
• Soon you also had a few noise makers and cheap instruments you could fill with glitter and blow on.
• And of course, you could get a leaf blower from The House of Lamentation’s garden shed.
• Diavolo would be coming over Christmas eve, as he would be too busy on Christmas, so that’s when you planned to do it.
• You had turned the air conditioning off that night, standing on latter’s to shove as much glitter in the vents as you could.
• “What… are you doing”
• Mammon jumped, and you went to steady him on the latter.
• “What the fuck? Were ya tryin’ ta kill me?!”
• The blond brother just shook his head with a sigh. “Just tell me when you plan to… do whatever you’re planning to do. I want to be out by then.”
• You smiled and chirped out a quick, “alrighty! Night Satan! Get some sleep!” As he walked off.
• And soon it was Christmas eve.
• Everyone was there. The brothers, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, and Luke.
• Mammon was late, and only you knew why. Satan had already been given the signal to leave.
• Finally, after a few complaints about how hot it was, the AC kicked in, glitter tumbling out of the vents in clouds.
• Lucifer just stared up at the vents, eyes wide and mouth open. You threw your arms around the suddenly speechless man, letting out a rather loud and quite mischievous; “Merry Christmas!”
• Mammon snapped a photo.
• If Diavolo wasn’t there, you’d both be dead on the spot.

Levi

• He just wanted to sit inside and play videos games, read manga, and do all the things you do on a daily basis.
• Though, at one mention of the possibility of newvideo games, he was up-an-at'em.
• And soon, you were both at a store.
• While there were a lot of things he pointed out were things he wanted, occasionally he would stop and brush his fingers against a makeup palette. Tell you about how Asmo had hated it and how little pigment there was in it. About how Satan had wanted this specific book terribly, but he had it now, so there was no need to get it for him.
• He was rather good at picking out presents that would suit each of his brothers perfectly. Things that you would see but your eyes would travel over in your gift buying panic.
• A peacock feather quill and royal blue ink for Lucifer. Levi also threw in some chamomile tea, knowing of Lucifer’s sleep troubles.
• A simple gold stretchy bracelet that had a single little gem in one of the segments. Something comfortable, easy to match, and stylish. For mammon.
• A pack of clips and hair ties of multiple different colours with tiny charms on them for some extra flair. For the avatar of lust, of course.
• For Satan, a nonfiction book on cars, that, on the outside looked boring, but if you opened it, you would see it was riddled with information and puns.
• For Beel, not food, but a badminton set. Something he had apparently not played before, that Levi hoped he might like.
• And lastly, for his brother Belphie, a sherpa blanket and sherpa socks. Something warm and soft.
• Levi actually ended up enjoying Christmas, spending it with you, telling you stories about stupid things his brothers have done.
• And everyone enjoyed their gifts. Lucifer even cracked a smile, bringing Levi in for a— well it wouldn’t really be called a hug. More of pulling Levi a little too roughly into his chest and patting his back.
• Levi got tons of presents himself, but for once, he seemed a little more focused on the smiles on everyone’s faces then the gifts piled near him.

Asmo

• Asmo is always stressed this time of year. He loves his brothers, and takes on the responsibility of trying to get them the absolute best presents.
• This can land you with a very frazzled Asmo refusing to take a second to breathe as he does that angry mom walk across the store, leaning on the buggie.
• He honestly doesn’t know how he’s managed all the holiday celebrations before this one without you.
• After he full on breaks down after forgetting where a certain section in his favorite store is, you decide on a plan.
• Get bags and wrapping, then one brother at a time. If you don’t something that you think suits them, they go on a list to online shop for, or make something for.
• Levi was the easiest to buy for, so you started with him.
• You both slowly went down the list, walking around the store, hands intertwined.
• At one point you picked him up, letting his sit on your shoulders so see over the crowd, enjoying his giggles.
• Everyone did in fact enjoy their presents from the both of you.
• You received a present from Asmo, a baby pink heart locket with the date you both started dating engraved inside.
• He received a penguin onesie from you, of which he put on immediately.
• Everyone was happy, and to say Asmo was happy you were there was an understatement.
• Finally someone understood him.

Satan

• He just wanted to read.
• Or at least, that’s what he said, until you brought out the cat Christmas sweater. You could see the childish gleam in his eyes.
• He never really had grown up.
• Christmas shopping with Satan was… interesting, to say the least.
• He was constantly pointing out things and telling you about a part of a book he read, all while bouncing around with a smile on his face. Truly adorable.
• It was nice, though, his letting loose. Ranting about things and actually fucking relaxing.
• The childish energy seemed to stay, though. Him chattering through dinner about something.
• Asmo shot you odd looks, mouthing, “how?!” all throughout dinner.
• It was entertaining to say the least.
• Lucifer even asked you if you gave him alcohol.
• He seemed to calm down as time went on, just more smiley. Until Christmas day.
• You all sat around the tree, Diavolo actually managed to get some time to spend with you all.
• Satan was beside you, hiding his large smile in a scarf you had given him a while back.
• He truly seemed proud at the smiles that lit up on everyone’s faces when they opened the presents you both picked out. He held you hand and squeezed a couple times.
• He enjoyed his gifts, of course, but he seemed to like the happy vibe of the room. The smiles on people’s faces that totally turned the energy of the usually depressed and tense house around. He seemed to like the praise at the well thought out presents.
• He seemed really, truly happy.

Beel

• Beel had, surprisingly, thought out everyone’s presents extremely thoroughly. So thoroughly, in fact, that it was almost scary.
• He had actual fucking LISTS. Long lists. Naughty list long lists.
• Though, it seemed he knew exactly what he was doing.
• You had mentioned Christmas shopping to him around the first of December.
• His reply?
• “Oh yeah. I think I got that done in… November? Maybe October. I do need wrapping materials though.”
• This man.
• This hunk of an amazing hungry man.
• Had made lists miles long of what to get each person for Christmas and gotten all his Christmas shopping done almost two months early.
• So you found yourself in a store, getting wrapping paper and gift bags for Beel and getting presents for the boys.
• Why Neel being the only somewhat mentally stable brother and the only organized one surprised you, you had no idea. He also seemed like the only one that actually took care of himself, thank devildom for that.
• Christmas with him was fun.
• He reminded you of that centaur from Gravity Falls that kept flexing through his sweaters, though he didn’t get the reference.
• He enjoyed his gift from you, but enjoyed spending time with you most of all.

Belphie

• “What? Christmas?” He sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes, brows furrowed. “Christma— OH FUCK.”
• The usually less than active Belphie is soon dragging you through the doors of some store and grabbing a basket.
• He explains to you—avoiding hitting into people to the best of his abilities—that he had forgotten about Christmas. Apparently the decorations were no good hints.
• Though he cared about his brothers, no matter how much they could suck, and he was determined to get them presents.
• Though that ended up with his sleepily pointing out things while being pushed around in the basket.
• Soon you had the presents, and rushed home to wrap them.
• He actually chose some nice things for his brothers, even in the rush.
• And, he throughly enjoys the heat from the fireplace as he sleeps on your lap and ignores the company on Christmas day.

Diavolo

• You bet this bitch already has the presents for everyone ordered.
• Actually no, he doesn’t.
• “So, uh, what if we make them?”
• This clearly annoys Barbatos. You’re around him enough to see the slight tinge of his brow that shows that he’d rather Diavolo just do his damn work.
• Though, you don’t have to be around Barbatos often to see the surprise when Diavolo asks Barbtos to join the two of you.
• Soon you’re all sitting at a table. Barbtos is in more casual clothing as per Diavolo’s request.
• Diavolo has a large smile on his face, and Barbatos’s lips are quicker at the edges as he watches his young master.
• You all handwrite the letters and make little trinkets for each brother and the other guests.
• You have a lot of fun, and everyone seems rather pleased about the hand-made gifts.
• Either way, it was a Christmas to remember.
• And soon Diavolo is back to work, but not before bringing you somewhere private, placing a kiss against your forehead, pulling you into a hug and saying, “I finally feel like I have a family again.”

Barbatos

• Oh boy.
• Barbatos doesn’t want to wear the Christmas sweater, afraid it’s not formal enough.
• Doesn’t want to mess around, go Christmas shopping, relax.
• He’s running himself ragged for no reason except feeling the need to do something.
• Christmas in devildom can be quite calm, besides the crowds in stores and the heightening crime rate that brings in a little extra paperwork for Diavolo.
• But all important members of society’s visits that Barbatos is usually preparing for are postponed. Not happening.
• These import people are at home with their families.
• Barbatos has nothing to do, and he’s afraid he’s forgotten something.
• So he is now on break, sitting on your bed in The House of Lamentation, being waited on for the first time in years.
• “Kitten, I assure you, I can get i—”
• “Sit your old fucking ass down, I swear.”
• Barbatos slowly sits back down, eyes widening.
• “Listen. We are going to go downstairs and bake Christmas cookies. And if they’re not perfect, that’s fine. If they burn while we make out, that’s fine. But goshdarnit, dude, chill!”
• Barbatos reddens at that, and laughs a little too.
• “Alright, dear.” He replies, all too amused. He pulls you into a hug.
• When Diavolo and all of Purgatory hall come over, you and Barbatos’s badly decorated cookies are gone with minutes.
• And Barbatos was happy to find that the Christmas presents you helped him pick out for everybody were greatly appreciated.
• “Perhaps I should take breaks more often.”
• “Yeah, dumbass, your other boyfriend and I have been telling you that for months.”
• Cue the eyebrow raise.

Simeon

• Knows what everybody whats before they even write it down on their Christmas list.
• And already has it before then too.
• He is cheeky though, sneaking a little glitter into Lucifer’s gift bag, something sure to annoy the avatar of pride.
• You both spend Christmas mostly hanging out. Watching Christmas movies and talking about childhood memories.
• His are strange compared to yours, but he is an angel, so he grew up… rather different.
• You spend a lot of time with Luke as well, letting him sit on your lap as you tell him stories.
• You both have a lot of fun.
• And, of course, opening the presents are just as fun.
• Watching Lucifer open his, the man’s eyes darting to Mammoth before settling on Simeon.
• Simeon’s sheepish smile back, blinking innocently at the prideful demon across the room.
• Simeon had you at least half in his lap the entire time you were all together, setting his head on your shoulder.
• You all had a lot of fun, laughing and singing.
• Simeon loved this time of year.

Solomon

• This bastard didn’t take a single present seriously.
• He came in with that smirk and hands full of wrapping paper and you knew you were in trouble.
• And then you saw the dozen or so dick-in-a-box that you were sure came from Spencer’s. Did they have a Spencer’s in devildom?
• Of course you had to balance out his chaoticness, and got everyone actual presents.
• Your only worry was Luke, so you were sure to tell Simeon about what Solomon was doing, making up a signal so you could get Simeon to cover Luke’s eyes.
• Simeon just shook his head with a sigh.
• It was funny to watch everyone open the little gag gifts.
• Lucifer looked disgusted. Mammon turned red. Levi just scoffed. Almost wiggled his eyebrows at Solomon. Satan just raised an eyebrow. Beel gave him a hesitant thanks. Belphie just went back to sleep. Diavolo was scarily delighted with the present. Barbatos got so red he could have won a competition against the Christmas lights. And Simeon, Simeon didn’t even open it.
• And of course, Solomon was smirking the whole time.

ok sue u really pulled my leg now i gotta write barbie headcanons

barbatos when he’s totally fuckin love-drunk headcanons (18+ NSFW);

• barbatos is quite a difficult man to get close to. not that he’s unapproachable by any means, just that he’s so proper and work-focused he tends to keep people at arm’s length
• it’s incredibly hard for the average person to find a flaw with him (annoyingly so)
• …but you’re not the average person
• you are fortunate enough to be the object of barbie’s affections — and the sides he shows with you are unlike anything anyone could predict
• first of all he’s a nympho. his libido is ordinarily very tame, but when he’s in love with someone (which he is) he does enough to make asmo blush
• his desire now unquenchable, the only thing that’s on his mind now is sex. rough, animalistic sex with you pinning him down and fucking him til the pain and ecstasy mix in equal measure. all he wants at any given time is for you to destroy him
• you practically have already. the first time you fucked him he was surprised by how aggressive (and how fucking fantastic) you were and you’ve all but ruined orgasms for him now
• he can’t finish if he’s masturbating anymore. no amount of toys or self-inflicted punishments will cut it, if you’re not doing it then it’s not good enough.
• despite this he has an extreme amount of self control. even when his mind is flooded with nothing but thoughts of you he’s able to will his boner away — otherwise he wouldn’t be able to get anythingdone.
• he still carries out his tasks as perfectly as before, and on the surface it’s like he hasn’t changed at all. even diavolo insists that he should show more of his “romantic side” to you, you’re his partner after all.
• but you know him better than that. when he calls you by honorary titles or gives you his trademark polite smile, you can sense the hunger in it. you know as well as him that in his heart of hearts he wants you to throw him down on the table and wreck him in front of everyone.
• let them all see how slutty your boyfriend is, how shamelessly he cries out and begs for more, how much you can stretch his cute little hole out and how many loads of cum he can shoot all over himself.
• you’ve told him before that you’d happily do that, and as much as he would love it if you did he simply can’t bring himself to dishonour his duty as lord diavolo’s butler.
• of course you mean so much more to him than just sex. but it seems the more he loves you the more he craves you, so it’s a double-edged sword.
• you don’t get to see each other as much as you’d like because of your responsibilities, and whenever you do get a chance you never end up doing what you said you would.
• whenever you decide on “no sex, just a romantic date” it ends with the freakiest fuck session you’ve had, but when you decide to just “let your inhibitions run wild” it turns into a night so saccharine even the biggest sweet-tooth couldn’t stomach it.
• despite that though you still insist on trying to label your dates (barbatos just lets you at this point, there’s no stopping you anyway)
• in closing, barbatos is utterly obsessed with you body and soul, and no matter how much you touch him, kiss him, or fuck him its never enough to satisfy him. he’s greedy and always wants more, always vying for your attention and, despite his appearance, quite prone to jealousy.
• you can’t say that you mind it at all.

Barbatos x reader

nsfw - ‘sin’ blurb mini series - gn!reader

Barbatos prides himself on being punctual, organized, skillful- all the things required of him to be Lord Diavolo’s butler. He never had any troubles going about his duties, no distractions (except maybe Diavolo himself), no stops that would avert him from his work. But then you came along and became close friends with all of them, though ‘close friends’ was the last thing on Barbatos’ mind when he thought of you. He thought of you all the time, actually. He wanted your entire being to be his. He needed you to belong to him; he needed to belong to you. And if he was honest, all the time you spent in his mind was getting rather irritating; he wanted the real thing. But luckily patience has always been his specialty, and with enough of it, he got you. The real you. You pressed against the wall, trapped under his body. Your hands in his hair, pulling and tugging. Your mouth against his, whispering moans like secrets and your tongue entangling with his in a dance he’s craved since you weaseled your way into his life and heart. This is what he’s wanted for fucking months now, so much so he almost forgot he was on duty. Almost. At the sound of his name, Barbatos straightens up and steps out into the walkway, polite smile back on his face and blush long gone. He’s an incredible actor and even you would be fooled if it weren’t for his tail keeping you pinned to the hidden side of the wall by your throat while the shorter forked end bullied its way into your mouth, controlling how loud your labored breaths came out. And the knowing side glance he sends your way is enough to set off a darker blush and prompt your hands to slide along his tail, gripping in a silent plea : choke me harder.

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