Let’s be honest, Mammon, was and still is, I’d say the most compassionate one out of the demon bros. So I don’t think it would really be much of a stretch that he cared for him in some way.
Taking into account lots of the factors, Mammon was probably more open about how he felt and felt no need to hide or play ‘tsundere’ when they first fell. He might have even tried getting closerto his brothers after, inevitability ending in failure because they’re grieving.
Ultimately he understood that they were grieving and decided to give them space while still making sure to care for all of them in someway or another. Whether it was buying small accessories for Asmo to help with getting used to his sin or making sure leviathan didn’t just stay cooped up in his room, leaving beel an extra serving of food after dinner, carrying belphie back to his bed after falling asleep in random places to even leaving warm cups of tea outside Lucifer’s room after he finished his paperwork for the day.
All in all, they were a bunch of sad sacks sitting around the house. Mammon probably also looked for ways to distract himself about Lilith’s death and well what better way than taking care of his new baby brother.
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HOW IT HAPPENED
Now this isn’t his first rodeo. He’s had five other younger brothers and one sister to care for when they were back up in the celestial realm. So when Lucifer, one day out of nowhere comes home with a small bundle of green in his arms that’s immediately pushed into his with only a small mumble of “here,” he was more than ready.
At first it was pretty smooth sailing for them, sure there were a few ups and down, what with him having bowls of baby food thrown at him and having to deal with his temper tantrums, it was pretty good. Then the teething started. Little twerp would naw on anything he could get his hand on. Be it people or not, if he could get his small hands on it or you, it was free game. He was worse than a hungry Beel.
Oh, but it got much worse once he was mobile.
When the little one took his first step Mammon was over by the bookshelves picking out a bed time story for him. Now imagine his surprise when he felt a small hand grasp his pant leg. You better bet there were tears of joy because only more would follow. He couldn’t help it, he’s an emotional guy, ya know? He only wished he had gotten it on tape, so that he could rewatch it over and over again. After all, his baby brother had come to him and what a while it would be until it happened again.
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“Da!”His first word. Oh, did his heart ever feel this giddy yet terrified all at once. His first word, his precious little ones first word. How over over joyed he was to finally hear him speak! Yet, the fear in his heart grew and along came a clammy feeling of cold dread washing over him. Away went the giddiness of hearing his first word and in its place sat the festering dread. Gently, he ruffled the little one’s head, tears at the corner of his eyes as he knelt in front of him. Looking him in the eyes, he spoke in the sternest tone he ever had.
And then he became“Mammy.”
After a while, once he could speak and walk properly came the question of “what’s my name?” Names. He had completely forgotten that the little one never received a name. Back in the celestial realm, names were given by their father. Father. He had no right to give him a name. He froze. Taking in a deep breath and holding it then letting it out. He marched his way up to Lucifer’s office, knocked once before opening the door without so much of a response for the other.
So what if he came back a bit bruised and battered after? It was worth it in the end because he had gotten a name, “Satan.”
Mammon and little Satan went on many adventures after. They strolled through the house garden where they met the two most curious cats. One white and the other yellow. Mammon learned that Satan loved cats. Especially the older white cat that seemed to care for small yellow one.
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On their second outing Satan finally met one of his other brothers, Asmo. He was out in the garden with the two cats. Sat by the back glass doors so that Mammon could keep an eye on him at all times when he went inside. He sat there waiting for his Mammy to bring him the glass of apple juice he asked for, he didn’t notice when Asmodeus caught sight of him. As he continued to play the other brother had started to make his way over, pulled by some force and fueled by some unknown rage, he finally reached the small child. Seeing a shadow loom over him, little Satan turned around and the only thing he could remember before everything went dark was blazing pink orbs and the feeling of wrath coursing threw him.
That day he became aware of his other brothers. Ones who weren’t gentle like his Mammy. Ones who didn’t cuddle and care for him when he cried. Ones who didn’tlove him like his Mammy does.
He learned to stay away from them when his Mammy wasn’t around.
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As time went on Satan grew right before his eyes. He was both saddened and happy. Saddened that his little boybrother was growing up so fast and probably wouldn’t need him again like he used to. Saddened that the tight knit relationship they once had was coming undone right before him. But he was happy. There came a strange form of relief and happiness from watching someone who was once so small grow right in front of you. Time continued on and everything began to change. He was saddened yes, but he was happy. Happy that his other brothers were coming around to the idea of Satan being a part of the family. Happy that they had finally overcome their grief, and accepted the loss of their sister. They were finally a family again. Ah, his eyes were starting to sting and the smile on his lips began to wobble.
Summary:While waiting No.10 to take all your things to his car. Mephistopheles take full advantage to provoke and antagonize the brothers with him taking over as your new guardian. Which Mammon doesn’t want a part of it.
Warning: Swearing, Death threats, Mention of trying to die, Human sacrifices and Blood drinking
Summary:While waiting No.10 to take all your things to his car. Mephistopheles take full advantage to provoke and antagonize the brothers with him taking over as your new guardian. Which Mammon doesn’t want a part of it.
Warning: Swearing, Death threats, Mention of trying to die, Human sacrifices and Blood drinking
okay sorry about this but folks were talking about. romantic gore and it activated my kink card so.
i’m just gonna go full nuts, pls feel free to ignore bc i know i am a bit extreme sometimes dw
this involves uuhhh light gore/horror themes, i’ve had this idea in my head for a while now but I started typing this stuff up bc of @house-of-laminations and the anons there who are of unbelievable taste
[full disclosure this 100% fits into my devildom culture headcanons and i have a joint WiP with a friend on Ao3/Twitter that contains these themes as well hehehe,,, one day, ]
So. I hc that demon body parts grow back (mostly bc of luci’s wings - a devilgram specifies that he tore ALL SIX out, so they must have grown back, at least four of em), and demons are regenerative to the point that they’re basically fine unless killed with some very special demon killing thing.
okay sorry about this but folks were talking about. romantic gore and it activated my kink card so.
i’m just gonna go full nuts, pls feel free to ignore bc i know i am a bit extreme sometimes dw
this involves uuhhh light gore/horror themes, i’ve had this idea in my head for a while now but I started typing this stuff up bc of @house-of-laminations and the anons there who are of unbelievable taste
[full disclosure this 100% fits into my devildom culture headcanons and i have a joint WiP with a friend on Ao3/Twitter that contains these themes as well hehehe,,, one day, ]
So. I hc that demon body parts grow back (mostly bc of luci’s wings - a devilgram specifies that he tore ALL SIX out, so they must have grown back, at least four of em), and demons are regenerative to the point that they’re basically fine unless killed with some very special demon killing thing.
***I present to you, the Hive’s Valentine’s Day surprise! This one is inspired by a conversation I had with Aldi (@avatar-mikazuki) a while back about how Levi is the only brother who struggles in the Seductive Speechcraft class; which means all the bros are some pretty smooth talkers. I hope you all enjoy! Happy Valentine’s Day!
Summary: Now that your class has finished discussing the theories of how to apply seductive speechcraft at RAD, it’s time to apply that knowledge. Unfortunately for you, you’re the only human in the room and are the perfect test subject to practice with.
CW: It’s gonna get SUGGESTIVE. Nothing explicit, but there are some implications. Especially with Asmo. This one gets quite sensual.
“Alright class,” your teacher crooned as he set his briefcase onto his desk. “As you know we’ve been discussing the theory behind seductive speechcraft for the past few months. Now I think it’s time for you all practice it and try it out for real.”
Satan frowned and raised his hand, “Professor, how are we meant to practice it? You said Seductive Speech was something we’re supposed to do to mortals when trying to tempt them or lure them into a deal. We’re in the Devildom.”
The teacher nodded in acknowledgment. “That’s correct. Fortunately, we were given a solution to that little issue this year.”
You tensed as your teacher’s eyes fell onto you and a smirk climbed onto his face. “MC, would you come to the front of the class please?”
Mammon jumped up from where he had been leaning back in the chair beside you. “Oi! Why do ya need the human?”
The teacher smiled at the class as you made your way over to him. “Well, Lord Mammon, with the exchange program, we have the rare opportunity to practice your skills while remaining here in the Devildom,” he turned to you and met your eyes. “MC, would you mind being the practice subject for the class today? You would simply have to listen to your classmates’ seductive speech, attempt to resist it, and give feedback afterwards. Are you alright with that?”
Your cheeks flushed as you glanced around the room. Several other demons looked extremely excited to finally get the chance to talk with you without interruption. The brothers’ on the other hand …
***I present to you, the Hive’s Valentine’s Day surprise! This one is inspired by a conversation I had with Aldi (@avatar-mikazuki) a while back about how Levi is the only brother who struggles in the Seductive Speechcraft class; which means all the bros are some pretty smooth talkers. I hope you all enjoy! Happy Valentine’s Day!
Summary: Now that your class has finished discussing the theories of how to apply seductive speechcraft at RAD, it’s time to apply that knowledge. Unfortunately for you, you’re the only human in the room and are the perfect test subject to practice with.
CW: It’s gonna get SUGGESTIVE. Nothing explicit, but there are some implications. Especially with Asmo. This one gets quite sensual.
“Alright class,” your teacher crooned as he set his briefcase onto his desk. “As you know we’ve been discussing the theory behind seductive speechcraft for the past few months. Now I think it’s time for you all practice it and try it out for real.”
Satan frowned and raised his hand, “Professor, how are we meant to practice it? You said Seductive Speech was something we’re supposed to do to mortals when trying to tempt them or lure them into a deal. We’re in the Devildom.”
The teacher nodded in acknowledgment. “That’s correct. Fortunately, we were given a solution to that little issue this year.”
You tensed as your teacher’s eyes fell onto you and a smirk climbed onto his face. “MC, would you come to the front of the class please?”
Mammon jumped up from where he had been leaning back in the chair beside you. “Oi! Why do ya need the human?”
The teacher smiled at the class as you made your way over to him. “Well, Lord Mammon, with the exchange program, we have the rare opportunity to practice your skills while remaining here in the Devildom,” he turned to you and met your eyes. “MC, would you mind being the practice subject for the class today? You would simply have to listen to your classmates’ seductive speech, attempt to resist it, and give feedback afterwards. Are you alright with that?”
Your cheeks flushed as you glanced around the room. Several other demons looked extremely excited to finally get the chance to talk with you without interruption. The brothers’ on the other hand …
***It’s always so nice to go back and write some Teen!MC / familial brothers again. This is a very cute concept. I can’t wait. Thank you so much for the request anon! Let’s do this. -B***
Summary: It started with a single note left found inside your locker one day, and ended with a full-scale investigation backed by all the powers of the Devildom. AKA, You have a secret admirer at RAD and nobody is impressed.
Teen!MC
Mammon groaned as he waited for you to open your locker. “Chop, chop, MC! If we actually want to meet Asmo in time for shopping, we had to leave, like, ten minutes ago!”
You rolled your eyes as you fiddled with your lock - Human world school locks were tricky enough to get a grasp on, but the Devildom ones were on a whole other level. “We wouldn’t be late in the first place if someonehadn’t got lectured by the teacher after class for passing notes.”
Mammon squawked in offence as your door swung open and a light pink note floated out.
The two of you blinked at the note, glanced at each other, and then back down to the note.
“Did ya put that there?” Mammon asked as he pointed at it.
***It’s always so nice to go back and write some Teen!MC / familial brothers again. This is a very cute concept. I can’t wait. Thank you so much for the request anon! Let’s do this. -B***
Summary: It started with a single note left found inside your locker one day, and ended with a full-scale investigation backed by all the powers of the Devildom. AKA, You have a secret admirer at RAD and nobody is impressed.
Teen!MC
Mammon groaned as he waited for you to open your locker. “Chop, chop, MC! If we actually want to meet Asmo in time for shopping, we had to leave, like, ten minutes ago!”
You rolled your eyes as you fiddled with your lock - Human world school locks were tricky enough to get a grasp on, but the Devildom ones were on a whole other level. “We wouldn’t be late in the first place if someonehadn’t got lectured by the teacher after class for passing notes.”
Mammon squawked in offence as your door swung open and a light pink note floated out.
The two of you blinked at the note, glanced at each other, and then back down to the note.
“Did ya put that there?” Mammon asked as he pointed at it.
Summary:Two days after Mephistopheles came and took your things. The brothers has to attend a “Make-up” dinner with the Suitors at the pride ring. They are all shock to what they serve there.
Warning:Demon politics, Swearing, Blood drinking, Eating Human flesh and Mention of Hunting
Summary:Two days after Mephistopheles came and took your things. The brothers has to attend a “Make-up” dinner with the Suitors at the pride ring. They are all shock to what they serve there.
Warning:Demon politics, Swearing, Blood drinking, Eating Human flesh and Mention of Hunting
***As some of you may know, today marks one year since my precious kitty Oliver passed away. I’ve cried a lot over the past 24 hours, and I’ll probably cry even more as I write this, but I wanted to write a little something to say goodbye and what I would do if I could see him one last time. I promise no animals will die in this fic. So, in memory of Oliver, let’s do this.***
Summary: MC and Satan are walking around downtown when MC spots a familiar face … a small, furry face.
CW: Grief, mentions of past animal death
You giggled at Satan as he walked ahead of you shaking a bag of treats. “This is ridiculous,” you teased as softly called out to the invisible cats that he seemed to tracking.
He shot you a quick glare, that held embarrassment more than anything, “No. What’s ridiculous is that you’re not helping me. I thought you agreed to come along to help me find and check on any strays we find, not mock me.”
You smiled fondly at the demon as you began to lightly shake your own bag of treats. “My bad. I guess I’m not used to seeing you so … relaxed.”
Satan averted his eyes; you weren’t wrong of course. But he had cats and you — two of his most favourite things in the world — there wasn’t much to be stressed or defensive about with that combination.
“Meow.” Speaking of cats…
Satan’s head whipped around, trying to find the source of the adorablenoise. You looked alongside him, but at a notably slower speed with a nostalgic smile on your face. “Huh. That sounded just like-” Your breath hitched as your eyes landed on a small, fluffy grey lump sitting in the ally way before you — A white-tipped, tail swished nervously behind it.
***As some of you may know, today marks one year since my precious kitty Oliver passed away. I’ve cried a lot over the past 24 hours, and I’ll probably cry even more as I write this, but I wanted to write a little something to say goodbye and what I would do if I could see him one last time. I promise no animals will die in this fic. So, in memory of Oliver, let’s do this.***
Summary: MC and Satan are walking around downtown when MC spots a familiar face … a small, furry face.
CW: Grief, mentions of past animal death
You giggled at Satan as he walked ahead of you shaking a bag of treats. “This is ridiculous,” you teased as softly called out to the invisible cats that he seemed to tracking.
He shot you a quick glare, that held embarrassment more than anything, “No. What’s ridiculous is that you’re not helping me. I thought you agreed to come along to help me find and check on any strays we find, not mock me.”
You smiled fondly at the demon as you began to lightly shake your own bag of treats. “My bad. I guess I’m not used to seeing you so … relaxed.”
Satan averted his eyes; you weren’t wrong of course. But he had cats and you — two of his most favourite things in the world — there wasn’t much to be stressed or defensive about with that combination.
“Meow.” Speaking of cats…
Satan’s head whipped around, trying to find the source of the adorablenoise. You looked alongside him, but at a notably slower speed with a nostalgic smile on your face. “Huh. That sounded just like-” Your breath hitched as your eyes landed on a small, fluffy grey lump sitting in the ally way before you — A white-tipped, tail swished nervously behind it.
***As some of you may know, today marks one year since my precious kitty Oliver passed away. I’ve cried a lot over the past 24 hours, and I’ll probably cry even more as I write this, but I wanted to write a little something to say goodbye and what I would do if I could see him one last time. I promise no animals will die in this fic. So, in memory of Oliver, let’s do this.***
Summary: MC and Satan are walking around downtown when MC spots a familiar face … a small, furry face.
CW: Grief, mentions of past animal death
You giggled at Satan as he walked ahead of you shaking a bag of treats. “This is ridiculous,” you teased as softly called out to the invisible cats that he seemed to tracking.
He shot you a quick glare, that held embarrassment more than anything, “No. What’s ridiculous is that you’re not helping me. I thought you agreed to come along to help me find and check on any strays we find, not mock me.”
You smiled fondly at the demon as you began to lightly shake your own bag of treats. “My bad. I guess I’m not used to seeing you so … relaxed.”
Satan averted his eyes; you weren’t wrong of course. But he had cats and you — two of his most favourite things in the world — there wasn’t much to be stressed or defensive about with that combination.
“Meow.” Speaking of cats…
Satan’s head whipped around, trying to find the source of the adorablenoise. You looked alongside him, but at a notably slower speed with a nostalgic smile on your face. “Huh. That sounded just like-” Your breath hitched as your eyes landed on a small, fluffy grey lump sitting in the ally way before you — A white-tipped, tail swished nervously behind it.
***As some of you may know, today marks one year since my precious kitty Oliver passed away. I’ve cried a lot over the past 24 hours, and I’ll probably cry even more as I write this, but I wanted to write a little something to say goodbye and what I would do if I could see him one last time. I promise no animals will die in this fic. So, in memory of Oliver, let’s do this.***
Summary: MC and Satan are walking around downtown when MC spots a familiar face … a small, furry face.
CW: Grief, mentions of past animal death
You giggled at Satan as he walked ahead of you shaking a bag of treats. “This is ridiculous,” you teased as softly called out to the invisible cats that he seemed to tracking.
He shot you a quick glare, that held embarrassment more than anything, “No. What’s ridiculous is that you’re not helping me. I thought you agreed to come along to help me find and check on any strays we find, not mock me.”
You smiled fondly at the demon as you began to lightly shake your own bag of treats. “My bad. I guess I’m not used to seeing you so … relaxed.”
Satan averted his eyes; you weren’t wrong of course. But he had cats and you — two of his most favourite things in the world — there wasn’t much to be stressed or defensive about with that combination.
“Meow.” Speaking of cats…
Satan’s head whipped around, trying to find the source of the adorablenoise. You looked alongside him, but at a notably slower speed with a nostalgic smile on your face. “Huh. That sounded just like-” Your breath hitched as your eyes landed on a small, fluffy grey lump sitting in the ally way before you — A white-tipped, tail swished nervously behind it.
Satan frowned in confusion as he glanced between you and the cat. You had gone completely still. Your eyes were wide in complete disbelief as, much to Satan’s horror, tears began to line them. The cat on the other hand stared straight back at you, equally as still, only breaking eye contact to glance over at Satan with a mistrusting squint.
“O-Oliver?” You choked, and the cat’s ears perked right back up as it turned its attention back to you. As though responding to your call, he let out a soft mewl and rose onto all fours.
Satan watched in equal parts bewilderment and fascination as you ever so slowly kneeled close to the ground and stuck out your hand. “Ollie. Oliver. Hi,” you breathed. “Hi baby. Come here. What are you doing out here, huh?”
The cat meowed again, louder this time, taking a small step back as he glanced at Satan. Your breath caught as panic filled your face for a split moment as you took a step closer to the creature. “Hey, it’s alright. That’s just Satan,” you replied as though you could perfectly understand what the cat had sad. “He won’t hurt you. I promise, baby. J-Just come here. Come here, p-please.”
Satan had never heard you sound both relieved and happy and so incredibly heartbroken.
And then, with one final glare over to the blond, the cat slowly and cautiously approached you. You froze, holding your breath, until it gently nuzzled its head against your hand.
Both you and the cat seemed to melt at the contact.
Your shoulders shook with repressed sobs as you quietly ran your fingers through its long, grey and white fur with one hand and covered your mouth with the other.
Now Satan was truly and genuinely concerned.
He carefully placed a hand on your shoulder, allowing his thumb to rub small circles into your shoulder. “MC… Do you know this cat?”
You hiccupped as you nodded and began to scratch the under the cat’s chin — which the animal eagerly leaned into. “This is Oliver. H-He, oh god, He was my cat,” your lip wobbled as you looked up at Satan in pure, desperate, loss — Satan felt his heart crumble at the sight. “He died last year. I-It was really sudden and unexpected. I d-don’t understand. How is he- It shouldn’t be possible for me to pet him right now,” Oliver butted his head against your knuckles, as though reminding you of the reality of his presence — the action only moved to draw a sob from you.
Satan smiled sadly at the sight. “Ah, I understand. Well, MC, you know how you humans tend to call cats ‘little demons’ or 'the embodiment of Satan?’” He questioned.
You sniffled as you narrowed your eyebrows at him. “Y-You’re joking.”
The demon laughed, causing the cat to flinch back a bit. “I’m afraid not. While they aren’t remotely demonic while on earth, they do come down here to enjoy the chaos of the Devildom in their afterlife. It’s why we have so many strays.”
You squeezed your eyes shut as the hand you were petting with gently clenched around the fur on the back of his head. “S-So this … This is actually him?”
You cried when Satan nodded in response. He watched quietly, his heart both clenching at the sight of you mourning, and warming at the sound of the purrs that Oliver was releasing.
Once your eyes were red and puffy and your chest ached from sobbing, you massaged the tip of one of his ears and finallysmiled. “I can’t believe it’s really him,” Oliver lifted his white chin, seeking the comfort of your palm. You were quick to oblige him. “I never thought I’d see him again. I never thought I’d hold him. The last time I held him, h-he was so still and heavy. When … When the vet brought him out to us, he was wrapped in a blanket and they had him on his back, a-a-and I just knew that he wasn’t there anymore, even if they said he was still alive. Ollie hates being o-on his back while being held. He likes know-knowing he can get away if he wants to. I-It was my last time holding him, a-and he wasn’t even there.”
Satan squeezed your shoulder, wishing nothing more than to scoop you into his arms and comfort you. But he saw the way the cat was still eying him with caution. He didn’t want to risk spooking the poor thing.
“He’s here now,” Satan whispered instead. “I know this must hurt, but he’s not going anywhere. He appears to have made himself very comfortable in your lap,” you let out a wet giggle gently kissed the top of Ollie’s head. “If you’d like … We could take him back to the house with us.”
Your grip momentarily tightened around the cat as you looked up at the demon with watery eyes. “R-Really? B-B-But what about-”
“I’ll take care of Lucifer,” Satan reassured gently. “Don’t worry about that. Just focus on getting reunited with your cat. I have all the supplies you’ll need in my room.”
You reached up and grabbed onto Satan’s hand, gripping tightly as tears ran down your cheeks. “Yes. Yes! Th-Thank you so much. You … You have no idea how much this means to me.”
He chuckled and affectionately ruffled your hair. “I think I have an idea.”
***
Lucifer eyed Satan and the empty chair beside him suspiciously as his brothers began to scoop food onto their plates.
The two of you had left earlier that morning for Satan’s usual Saturday morning search for felines. He had heard the door open upon your return, but by the time he made it to the lounge, he could hear the echoing of your bedroom door slamming shut.
Now you were absent, and Satan was smiling. None of these meant good things for him.
Lucifer cleared his throat as he began to cut into the meat on his plate. “Satan, where’s MC?”
The blond’s expression didn’t budge in the slightest as he grabbed a second plate and began to put a portion onto it. “They probably won’t be down tonight. In fact, I’ll be bringing them their meal in a minute.”
The table went quiet as they all turned to Satan — he continued to carry about his business as though nothing was wrong.
Lucifer felt his forehead pulse in annoyance. “What do you mean they won’t be down? Why?”
Satan shrugged and scooped an extra portion of fish onto the plate. “They’re spending time with Oliver.”
What quiet had remained from the last time the Avatar of Wrath opened its mouth was instantly shattered. “WHAT?!” Mammon screeched. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?! Who the hellis Oliver?”
Levi nodded frantically as he pointed at Mammon in agreement. “A-And why is he in their room?! How are you so calm about this!?”
Lucifer groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Satan,” he growled. “I swear, if I go to their room and there is a fucking cat in there I’m-”
“Going to do absolutely nothing.” Lucifer paused at the deadly cold tone lacing Satan’s tone. He looked up and found himself instantly drowning in vats of boiling acid as his younger brother scowled at him. “They have already been separated for fartoo long. That cat is everythingto them, and they just got him back. If you so much as thinkabout separating them I will rip your arms straight from your corpse and turn them into kitten chow.”
Lucifer would’ve rolled his eyes — he always does whenever Satan gets protective over those stupid little creatures.
But Satan didn’t even blink, his voice never once raised above the icy calm it was now. Goosebumps raised on Lucifer’s arms as he realized that the blond was serious.
Asmodeus seemed to realize this too as he chuckled nervously and wrapped an arm around his brother. “He’s not going to do anything to them. Calm down, you drama queen,” he casually taunted while shooting Lucifer a look that pleaded for him to fix this.
The eldest demon sighed and stood from his chair. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to at least meet the furball first.”
Satan watched him for a moment, assessing the lack of a threat in his brother’s stance before nodding. “Fine. But no actually going in. MC said that Oliver was a rescue when they got him, and is very skittish around everyone except them. So … Just be quiet,” his mouth twitched as he peered over at Lucifer. “You’ll see why the cat gets to stay when we get there.”
As Satan and Lucifer left the room, all the rest of the brothers stood too follow.
The blond lifted a finger to his lips as they reached your door. As quietly as he could, he creaked the door open, revealing what was inside.
You sat on your bed, cheeks tear-stained but a bright smile gracing your lips, with a long-furred cat sitting in “loaf mode” on your lap while you attempted to draw. The keyword being attempted, as Oliver kept sniffing at your pencils and looking up at you and your hands in confusion.
The brothers watched as you let out the purest laugh they’d ever heard and lovingly scratched the top of his head. “Such a big sook, aren’t you baby boy?” you cooed gently as the cat let out loud purrs. Your shoulders slumped in contentment as you stared at the creature in your lap with eyes filled with nothing except pure, unyielding love. “I missed you so much, Ollie,” you whispered so quietly that the brothers could barely hear it. “I missed this. I … I miss our cuddles, even if you do drool a little,” you chuckled as you lightly wiped at his chin. Oliver used the move as an excuse to raise his head and demand more chin scratches. Fondness flooded your expression as you bent down and kissed his head. “I’m so happy your home.”
The cat mewled lightly and curled up onto your lap, causing you to positively melt. You gently wrapped yourself around him, abandoning your sketchbook and squeezed your eyes shut as, for the first time in a year, you got to properly hold your baby once more.
Lucifer pursed his lips as he watched the scene. A cat would certainly be difficult to keep around with Cerberus living just outside but …
He sighed affectionately and softly closed the door. He turned and began to walk back to his office, mentally listing the different supplies he would need to buy.
“The cat can stay.”
Anything that made you thishappy would always be welcome into his house.
***Thank you all for reading and for all your constant love and support. I love you guys. Thank you for remembering Oliver with me ❤️ ***
lucifer - his mark only comes with trust. he places it on your shoulder, right on the outside, where he usually puts his hand when you need his reassurance. he gets the appeal of more provocative or convenient placements, but the placement is a reminder of his support. he doesnt want you to forget it.
mammon - his, to some surprise, ends up right between your shoulder blades. its centered around your spine, spreading outwards towards your shoulders and lower back. to mammon, this spot can be quite tender. yes, when he’s excited or proud, it’s where he gives you a congratulatory smack on the back. but its also where he likes to leave soft, breathless kisses. he spends hours there, mapping out your back with his lips. seeing his pact mark there fills him with a smug (but appreciative) feeling.
levi - his mark finds its home on your thigh. right on the front of it, smack in the middle. he likes it there because it can be secretive and covered up, but when you wear shorts and skirts, it can be shown off. he likes it when you show off his mark; it reassures him that you are proud and happy to be associated with him. when you sit next to him, sometimes he rests his hand over it, just to feel the warmth of the mark and your body.
satan - he is very purposeful about his pact mark placement. satan spends plenty of time thinking about where he’d want it to go, where you might like it to go. he gets an idea during one of the times he reads to you. you sit on the other end of the couch, your legs in his lap, and he rests his free hand on your ankle while he reads. he decides to put your mark there, right where he drums his fingers.
asmo - despite his placement’s rather suggestive connotations, asmo’s choice comes from a place of support. he puts his mark on your hip, right where it can be covered by underwear or swimwear if you wish. he uses it as a reminder of highly he thinks of you and your body, no matter what issues or insecurities you may have. when you look at it in the mirror, asmo wants you to think of him, and to treat yourself with the love he has for you. (he also thinks its really hot lmao)
beel - his mark is set on your abdomen, between the crests of your ribcage. its easily covered up, and beel doesn’t mind much whether you want to show it off or not. but he likes holding you around your middle, kissing your stomach and chest, and gently poking you there to get your attention. no other spot would do.
belphie -at first glance, belphie doesn’t seem to care where his mark goes. he carries an indifference about it. but once it’s placed on your chest, in the space under your collarbone, you realize how much he did think about it. when he sleeps on you, he rests his head right where the pact mark is. he wanted to mark his napping spot, and it will forever make you think of sleepy mornings wrapped up in belphie.
