***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 ❤️ ***
Content Warning: A bit of heavy angst, sibling rivalry and violence, and MC gets scared.
Word Count:1.3k+
Summary: After Satan and Belphegor play a prank on Lucifer that’s took things beyond too far, you contemplate just how much you could never understand about the relationship Satan and Lucifer share. What you do understand is his love throughout it all.
Authors Note: Not too sure how I feel about this one, but hey. If I regret writing it, I can always write something else. I hope everyone had a good Christmas! Thanks for reading everyone <3
When Satan told you what him and Belphie did when Lucifer wasn’t home, you could almost see how the rest of the night would unfold.
After classes had ended for the day, you and Beel had taken the opportunity to get an afterschool snack at Madam Scream’s. So, without even considering the consequences of it, it was the perfect opportunity for Satan and Belphie to play a prank on their eldest brother without the scolding of either one of you. Once the coast was clear of any interruptions, and they had discovered that Lucifer would be staying after school to have a meeting with Lord Diavolo, the members of the infamous Anti-Lucifer Squad had broken into Lucifer’s room and let loose a swarm of fire-mice - black, sooty little mice that breathe fire and burn everything it breathes on. Because of their size, they’re not hot enough to cause any serious fires, but are hot enough to crisp and burn anything from his simple living necessities to his most valuable possessions.
“Satan, you didn’t,” you whispered, the entire dinner table’s mouths dropping as they listened to your lover recall what transpired. You knew without question how Satan and Belphie felt about Lucifer, but this?How the hell is Lucifer going to react when he sees?
Satan whipped his head to you, sitting at his immediate left, almost scowling. Almost like he was disappointed that you disapproved of hurting Lucifer. “What? It’s a harmless prank. Serves the sadistic asshole right.”
“Satan, Belphie, hons -” Asmo’s voice was soft, but filled with concern. “Lucifer isn’t just going to kill you both, but…”
“What’s he gonna do, Asmo?” Belphie chuckled into his palm, not showing a bit of care about this conversation. “Tie us up and hang us in the common room for the weekend? Mammon-style? Please. We’re demons. That’s child’s-play.”
‘HEY! Whaddya mean ‘Mammon-style?!”
As the brothers continued to bicker about what happened, you couldn’t help but think about their history. Having been with the brothers for over two years now, and dating Satan for the last year, you feel like you have a solid understanding of Satan and Lucifer’s relationship - but really, it was only surface level. You weren’t there when Lucifer birthed Satan from an intense fit of wrath, or when Lilith died - nor were you there for the thousands of years that followed. You couldn’t understand - not really. How could you understand the literal personification of wrath’s feelings toward the Avatar of Pride beyond just what he has told you?
Satan had told you a great deal about his feelings towards Lucifer, whether it was during pillow talk or your walk home from school. While it wasn’t necessarily something you liked hearing, it wasn’t something you could change. It’s not like you can ask the Avatar of Wrath to forgive and forget, to not hold anger in his heart, especially when his anger dates back thousands of years before your existence. Then there’s the whole thing about Lucifer technically being Satan’s father, which nobody ever seems to really talk about.
Living with the demon brothers was one thing, but this was a whole other thing entirely beyond your understanding as a human.
Once the six brothers and you began to hear loud footsteps, and a dark aura began to spread through the House of Lamentation - all of you silenced.
Lucifer is home, and he knows what happened.
Instinctively, and without even thinking about it, you reached for Satan’s hand, which was laying on his lap under the table, and you pressed your hand on top of his. Because whatever was going to follow would not be pretty, but you knew that you had to be there for him no matter what.
As soon as Lucifer entered the room, you couldn’t help but be intimidated. He stood tall, darkness clouding him as he stomped toward the dinner table like he had every intention of destroying it. At that, Satan squeezed your hand - not because hewas scared, but because he knew you were once again witnessing another demonic showdown that had absolutely nothing to do with you. That he was sorry for.
“Not only are a multitude of my rare and irreplaceable books and records blackened to a crisp, but my bed is so damaged that I’ll have no choice but to replace it,” Lucifer’s voice consumed the room, both loud and authoritative. You didn’t miss how everyone else’s eyes widened in fear, except for the culprits themselves. “Do I even have to ask who the culprits of such a despicable and tasteless prank was? Or will you come forward on your own free will, Satan and Belphegor?”
“A-Ah… n-no, it was me, actually…” Mammon attempted to take the blame. Typical, sweet Mammon. “I-I didn’t mean to, really, I just-”
“Quiet, Mammon,” Lucifer glanced briefly at Mammon, before turning to face Satan in his entirety. “Will you let your brother take the blame for you, Satan, or are you the coward I believe you are? What about you, Belphegor?”
You squeezed Satan’s hand and caressed it soothingly. Please don’t lose your temper.
“You think I’d do something as brilliant as that and nottake the blame for it?” Satan scoffed, a smirk forming on his lips. “You didn’t think it was funny? It was me, and me alone. Not Belphie.”
“Satan, what are you-” Belphegor protested, but was quickly interrupted.
“Belphie,” Beel whispered, quick to protect his twin. Though it wasn’t ideal to not let Belphegor own up to his own actions, he’d rather see his twin go without punishment more.
“Not another word out of a singleone of you unless I ask you to speak,” Lucifer demanded, eyes unwavering from Satan’s entirely. “Y/N, I advise you to leave the room. What I’m about to do with your juvenile and irresponsible boyfriend will be beyond what your human eyes and ears can handle. I need you to head to your room now.”
“Lucifer,please don’t,” you pleaded, standing as Satan started to stand. But before you could argue any more, Satan was quick to stop you.
“Y/N,” Satan whispered, taking your free hand in his hands before your hands were enveloped between his. He caressed your hands slowly and confidently, trying desperately to tell you that everything would be okay. He could see it in your eyes - that worried, unyielding look that you get whenever you try to protect him - how funny it was, a human trying to protect a demon. The look you saw in his eyes was unfamiliar - you could see the blood-boiling anger in his eyes, the deep, fierce hatred he had for Lucifer, even if he really didlove him - deep, deep down. Unfamiliar because the anger in his eyes dissipated every so briefly just to show you his unwavering love for you, and how grateful he was to have you at his side through everything. The two never mixed before you. It was always hate. It was always anger. Always wrath. But with you, there was so much more… Always love. “I’ll be okay. This isn’t anything I can’t handle… Just go wait in my room for me, okay darling? I love you so much. Now go.”
With that, Satan pulled your hands in and leaned down to kiss your forehead - his lips lingering ever so briefly on your skin, like it was the last bit of comfort he’d have for awhile. He rubbed your hands soothingly together one last time before he pulled away and dropped your hands.
“Satan!” you cried, desperate for Lucifer to have mercy on Satan. Before you could react, Mammon was quick to grab you and pull you away from the scene so that you wouldn’t have to witness what would unfold. Because something told you that thiswas different. That this wasn’t a normal fight, and that at the end of the day, you had no business witnessing what would unfold.
As Mammon held your waist and guided you out of the dining room, you heard wings emerge behind you. You almost wanted to turn around, almost, but you also knew that you didn’t wanna see what was about to happen.
For now, all you could focus on was the feeling of Satan’s hands on yours.
Short, and definitely not sweet. I don’t often do angst, so be ready its a doozy.
Warnings: Descriptions of Gore. Main character death. Self harm.
He…Failed…
One Minute, One Second sooner and he- You could have been saved.
The vile in his hand cracked as Satan felt his fists clench. Tears welled in his eyes as he desperately searched the fourth time for a pulse.
There was none.
Satan lowered his head, allowing his hair to fall lightly onto your lifeless torso. The heath potion in his hand was shattered. Its glass digging into his skin, over and over as the potion re-healed it. Satan made no move to stop it.
It was the strongest potion he could make. With only one requirement to work.
A beating heart.
His vision was blurred by tears, as he stared down at your bloody chest. Two low level demons was all it took. Both of their dead bodies lay nearby, mauled beyond recognition.
If he hadn’t have wasted time killing them… He would have been fast enough. Satan let out a cry as he slammed his fists against the concrete ground.
If he had just Thought. If he had taken one moment to Think. You would be alive.
But because of his wrath, because of his blinding Rage, You were now only a gruesome corpse in an ally. Lifeless, and still warm…
Satan’s fists were bloody, but he couldn’t tell if it was your blood or his own. The concrete below him was dyed red with far to much blood for just one hit. Satan couldn’t feel his hands.
He couldn’t tell if he was holding his breath, or hyperventilating. Either way he felt faint. Satan looked up at the brick wall in front of him. The phrase “Red as bricks” seemed useless now, considering how orange the blood made it look.
His eyes drifted back to your body, to your face. Despite being dead you still had color.
They are Dead.
Satan tried to remind himself. The Idea alone stabbed at his heart. He either felt empty, or far too emotional. Slowly Satan turned himself back towards your corpse.
His hands were numb, too numb to feel a heartbeat if there was one. Which their certainly wasn’t.
Satan paused, dreading what he intended to do.
Slowly Satan lowered his head onto your chest. Allowing his right ear to press against the spot where your heart was.
It wasn’t beating. Of coarse it wasn’t. He Knew it wasn’t. He Knew you were dead. Why was he doing this? Why was he giving himself hope where there was none? Why was he still waiting?
…Why didn’t you come back? You did last time… Why wont you come back?
Please…
Satan didn’t move as the rain began to fall.
At this point he wasn’t waiting for a heart to beat.
Prompt: Happy early Valentine’s Day! I loved the Beel one you just posted, so I decided to send in a request. May I please have Satan + (Scared of confessing) with a gender-neutral reader? Thank you!
Satan is knowledgeable, his books have allowed him to collect and pick any information he´d ever need so needless to say he is always open for a deep conversation about any topic of your liking. The blond is also very poetic and a hopelessly romantic soul, his notebook is full of cute poems about you and the way you smile at him every morning at breakfast; a secret photo of you at the end of the pages, adorning his words.
However, he´s been treated harshly by many; most people fear him because of his sin, they know what he is capable of doing so they walk on eggshells when he is around. Even if Satan is usually calm and easy-going, his reputation has clearly damaged his public image.
When it comes to you, however, he knows his sin isn´t really important. That´s what made him fall for you, to begin with, the fact that you could see behind all those rumors surrounding him. You were always kind and sweet to the blond, often offering a snack while he read or paying a visit to his room when he was pulling an all-nighter studying. You had always admired that about him, his passion and dedication for things he liked.
A warm and fuzzy sensation would run through his body whenever you rushed to welcome him when he was back home, reminding him of those old novels he´d sometimes read when he was feeling lovesick. The avatar of wrath was simply enamored with you, he noticed as soon as he acknowledged the fact that his heart would race faster any time you walked by.
You had a soothing effect on him that made him purr at your touch, it was nice to have that intimacy in some way. To be honest, all he wanted to do was to run away with you and live a peaceful and domestic life. His nights were restless for he would only pace around the halls thinking about you.
But how could he tell you those things when he wasn’t even able to be in the same room as you without blushing? Whenever you linked arms or held his hand, he’d start sweating like some sort of teenager! It was almost as if Levi had possessed him because of how awkward he´d be while talking with you.
He spent many nights thinking of all the possible scenarios, planning a way to tell you about his feelings without failing. What if you rejected him? What if you liked someone else? Or what if you were actually scared of him and only acted nice to stay on his good side?
It was driving him insane, he looked worse than Lucifer after staying up until late in his office. Asmodeus was fast on noticing it, the two of them shared a lot after all so it was only natural for the lustful demon to see something was wrong with his brother.
Asmo was in the middle of lecturing his brother about his self-care when you joined the conversation. The avatar of lust’s words died as soon as he saw his brother sigh sappily while you talked; the blond’s cheeks sported a pink hue and his eyes were half hooded.
Those two had a long talk about you in private later on. Asmo pretty much encouraged his brother to confess his feelings, telling him that you surely felt the same for him. He suggested a chaste and romantic gift, something that would reflect his personality (an idea that Satan immediately agreed with).
Wrath´s avatar picked a book for you, short but full of his favorite poems. He wrapped it in a kitten paw pattern paper and decorated it with a green ribbon. The blond decided to add a small note to it, to let you know he was the sender.
Now all he had to do was place it in your room. He didn’t want you to see him, not when he was so afraid to look you in the eye, knowing his face would probably burn and his legs would shake.
Leaving it on your bed, all Satan had to do now was wait.
In the spirit of Valentine’s Day, here are some cute little moments between MC/you and each of the boys (minus Luke) using sentence startersby@myfriendthedictionary. Enjoy!!
Lucifer
“You want your usual, right?”
Lucifer glanced up from his paperwork to lock eyes with MC after hearing their question, a hint of surprise flashing briefly over his features. “And you know what that is?”
“Of course,” they replied with a grin. “I’ve seen you have it enough times to figure it out. I’ll make it just the way you like it, too.”
He gazed at their figure in the doorway of his study. The candlelight seemed to shine on them in a way that made them appear even more radiant in his vision than they normally did. No, perhaps it was the fact that they took the time to memorize these tiny details about him, such as his favorite drink to have while he’s working, that enhanced his view of them in this moment. Falling for a human was shocking enough, but falling more in love with them every day? The eldest demon brother wasn’t sure how they managed to do this to him. Even so, it was a strange phenomena that he couldn’t ignore any longer. He may as well accept it.
“Very well,” Lucifer said, a smile tugging at his lips as he refocused on the documents on his desk. “I look forward to it.”
Mammon
“This really isn’t going how I practiced it.”
It was meant to be said in his head, but Mammon ended up muttering the words aloud in front of MC. He was trying to properly convey his feelings for them without deflecting or stumbling over himself, but the exact opposite was happening. How many times had this happened now? Why couldn’t he just say what he really thought? Despite how much he motivated himself and the time he spent making sure he’d do it right, he always got tongue-tied the moment MC was in front of him.
“Practiced?” MC repeated curiously, causing Mammon’s face to flush a darker shade of red.
“F-Forget ya heard that!” he demanded.
“But–”
“Seriously, don’t get the wrong idea! It’s not like I needed to practice tellin’ ya how much I like ya or anything! I can tell ya how amazin’, intelligent, attractive, funny, and important ya are to me just fine without going over it for hours in front of a mirror, got it?!”
MC bit back the giddy grin that threatened to form on their face in favor of taking Mammon’s hands in theirs. “You sure can. Thank you, Mammon.”
Leviathan
“Would you maybe want to… I don’t know… do this again, sometime?”
Leviathan’s question came out hesitantly, his fingers fidgeting with the plastic bag in his hand. He never imagined that MC would actually agree to go to an anime convention with him, and yet they had. The two of them spent the whole day there, and Levi had a blast getting to experience something he loved with the one he loved. It was a wonderful combination of his favorite things! However, did MC enjoy it as much as he did? He wasn’t sure, already overthinking everything they had said and done during the convention.
“I’d love to,” MC responded without missing a beat.
“R-Really?” Levi asked, worried he may have misheard somehow. “You didn’t hate it?”
They shook their head. “Some of the stuff there was pretty cool. Plus, I liked seeing you look so happy and comfortable in your element. Make sure to let me know when the next one is, okay?”
Tears pricked at the corners of Levi’s eyes, overwhelmed with joy by MC’s answer. “I-I will! And, um, if there’s any place you really want to go to, let me know! Even if we’re surrounded by normies and extroverts, I’ll still go! B-Because I… I want to see you happy, too!”
Satan
“They say not to touch the artwork, but I have to ask… can I hold your hand?”
Satan’s grin widened as he observed MC’s reaction to his sudden flirty remark. He had invited them on a date to an art museum since both of them were curious about how the creative works in the Devildom and human world differed from each other. With the way it was going, it seemed more like an educational field trip than a date, prompting Satan to change his approach to the day’s activity. He was pleased with himself for having caught the human off-guard when he leaned in front of their line of sight to softly ask for their hand.
“Wh-Where did that come from?” MC inquired, playful nudging him away in an attempt to hide their blush.
Satan laughed lightly at their embarrassment. “What do you mean? We are on a date, aren’t we? Isn’t it natural that I’d want to hold my lovely partner’s hand? Besides, you’ve been looking at this piece for so long, I was beginning to wonder if you forgot I was here.”
Now it was MC’s turn to laugh, the familiar sound bringing a gentle warmth to the demon’s chest. Once they placed their hand in his, the two never separated for the remainder of the date.
Asmodeus
“You always look beautiful to me.”
Asmodeus delicately lifted MC’s chin up so they could see that his expression matched the sincerity of his words. The two of them had gone out shopping for new clothes, and Asmo had suggested a variety of things for MC to try on in the dressing room. With each outfit they came out to present, Asmo gushed over them, showering them with adoration. However, when MC viewed their appearance in the mirror, nothing seemed to look right on them, and they ended up expressing this concern to Asmo when he noticed they weren’t acting like their usual self. They stared at their feet as they spoke, unable to face him from how they felt about themself in that moment. They weren’t expecting his remark or the way he brought their gaze up to rest on him.
“Even now, there’s a certain beauty in the sadness you’re showing,” Asmo continued, his hand moving to cradle their jaw while his thumb tenderly stroked their cheek. “No matter how you’re dressed or how you’re feeling, I think you’re absolutely gorgeous, MC. And I’ll always see you that way.”
MC reached their hand up to place it over the hand he kept on their face. “Thank you, Asmo.”
“No need to thank me. I’m just telling you the truth. I’ll remind you as much as you need me to until you believe it, too–and even long afterwards, okay?”
Beelzebub
“What do you mean you burnt the popcorn?”
Beelzebub rubbed the back of his hand in guilt when MC discovered the blackened kernels that were supposed to be part of their movie night snacks. He hadn’t meant for it to happen. MC had tasked him with watching over the popcorn heating on the HoL kitchen’s flaming stove top while they were putting the finishing touches on the sweet treats they had made. Beel’s focus had drifted from the popping kernels to MC’s figure, working diligently on the other side of the kitchen. Not even the wafting smells from the food around him could peel his eyes away from the human. As a result, he hadn’t noticed the popcorn burning until it was too late.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized with an expression rivaling that of a kicked puppy. “I just wanted to see what you were adding to the treats, but I ended up staring at you instead. I like how you look when you’re focused on something, and then I started thinking about how great those treats are going to taste because you’re the one working so hard on them. Everything you make always ends up tasting better than anything I eat at a restaurant or bakery. …Then, before I knew it, the popcorn had been on the stove for too long. I’m really sorry for burning it, MC.”
It was difficult for MC to stay mad at Beel for an honest–and cute–mistake. “It’s all right, Beel. We’ll just pop another batch. I’ll even stay with you to watch over it this time.”
That was all it took for Beel’s wide grin to return. Still, after disposing of the burnt popcorn into his mouth, he couldn’t keep his loving gaze off the human beside him as the new batch of kernels popped on the stove.
Belphegor
“Nope! Not moving. Too comfy!”
That’s what I should be saying, Belphegor thought bitterly to himself after MC vocally refused to remove themself from his chest. The two of them had been studying for a while in MC’s room when Belphegor suggested they take a nap break. No amount of pouting or whining could pull MC away from their notes, so he reluctantly plopped himself on their bed, all alone. Well, that is, until he tricked them to come over because of a “hilarious picture Beel sent.” Once they were near, he pulled them down onto the bed with him and claimed that they had to take a break now with him since they were already there. As revenge for duping them, MC managed to situate themself to lay on his chest, which was one of his lesser preferred napping positions. Belphie wanted to be more upset, but he was actually kind of impressed they got the better of him. Still, that didn’t prevent him from complaining for a bit until he was too tired to do so anymore.
“Fine, I guess you can stay there then,” he conceded.
MC giggled triumphantly while snuggling closer to him. “Good! It’s rare that I get to rest on your chest like this. It’s nice.” They sighed in contentment as their eyes drooped shut.
Belphie wrapped an arm around them before following suit. When he thought about it, it really didn’t matter how his body was positioned when he slept with MC. He was satisfied just having them by his side. If it meant that the human he cared deeply for would stay with him and enjoy his company more, then he supposed he could let them lay on his chest more often.
Diavolo
“Oh, hello again!”
Diavolo greeted MC once more with a bright smile that stretched from ear to ear after bumping into them for the umpteenth time that day at RAD. What might have seemed like strange coincidences to MC were entirely intentional on the prince’s part. He had been wanting to see them more, but his duties typically kept him busy and farther away from the human whenever he wasn’t at RAD. So, he decided to find them every chance he got between classes that day in order to spend some time with them. As nice as these short interactions were, there was one last part to his plan that he was looking forward to the most, and since the school day had just ended, it was finally time to carry it out.
“Are you headed anywhere before returning home, MC?” Diavolo inquired.
“No,” they answered with a slight shake of their head. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, they have a new live show at the aquarium featuring Black Dolphins and Devilkiller Sharks. It’s said to be an exciting experience you’ll never forget! I’ve been wanting to see it since it was first announced, so I was wondering if you’d like to join me.”
“Sure, sounds like fun!”
Diavolo beamed at their enthusiastic response. “Excellent! I’m so glad I’ll get to enjoy it with you. Ah, one other thing. It may run a bit late, so allow me to treat you to dinner as well afterward. …Perhaps we can call this a date, then?”
Barbatos
“Yeah, I somehow don’t think this was how the recipe was supposed to turn out…”
MC’s comment brought Barbatos’s attention to the deflated cake that they had recently taken out of the oven. MC wanted to recreate one of the cakes they saw at Madam Scream’s, and when they had asked Barbatos if he knew the recipe for it, he had instead voluntarily offered his assistance in making the dessert. Lately, he had been making more of a conscious effort to engage in activities with them outside of his usual responsibilities, and since it wasn’t often they got to be alone with the ever-busy royal butler, they readily accepted his help. Although, with the way the cake looked right then, they wondered if their baking skills with Devildom desserts were beyond even Barbatos’s help…
“Actually, this is how it’s supposed to look after being baked,” Barbatos explained reassuringly. “There’s one more ingredient we need to add while it’s still hot in order for it to take its proper shape. I prepared it before you arrived.”
He brought over a heart-shaped chocolate and dropped it within the opening the unique baking pan created in the middle of the cake. The candy quickly began to melt within the cake, causing it to rise until the chocolate completely filled the inside of it and oozed slightly out of the top.
“Whoa, how’d you do that?” MC questioned him, amazed by the magical sight.
“The recipe calls for a special kind of chocolate that can only be made by someone who has overflowing feelings for another.” Barbatos turned his head to make eye contact with them, a tender smile gracing his features. “So, you could say I simply filled our cake with love.”
Simeon
“There’s nothing that could keep me from coming back to you. Nothing.”
MC stared back at Simeon in awe after he finished reading aloud the draft of the latest chapter in his manuscript. The angel author had invited them over to his room at Purgatory Hall to receive their input on a new story he’d been working on. He had been mulling over a pivotal scene between the two main characters for so long that every rewrite he did seemed worse than the previous version. MC noticed how absent-minded he was during one class at RAD, so when they had asked if something was wrong, he decided to seek their outside perspective on his writing. He must’ve done something right in the draft he read to them, considering they even started clapping once they recovered from their initial astonished reaction.
“That was amazing!” MC praised. “I felt like I was right there in the scene!”
“You did?” Simeon questioned them, a feeling of shock overtaking his bashfulness from their feedback. “How so, if you don’t mind telling me?”
“Your descriptions were so detailed I could picture exactly what the area looked like. And I could feel the tension in the air and the physical and emotional pain the characters were going through… You know, I actually lost myself for a bit. Like, I thought I was the love interest for a while there and you were the protagonist. …Is that weird?”
Simeon gazed back at them with a warmth that resonated in their chest. “Not at all. I’d say you understood the characters quite well.”
Solomon
“Remind me why I love you, again?”
That was the first thing MC said when they saw the state Solomon was in after he had asked them to come over to Purgatory Hall and help him with a “small problem” he was having. He had been experimenting with Hell Jasmines to see if he could alter the effects its aroma had on demons, which resulted in him creating a scent that drove every cat within a 10 mile radius into the building. Simeon and Luke were out running errands, so he knew he needed to get this mess solved before they returned (if they even could among the sea of cats). And who better to call on for aid than his beloved fellow human?
“Ah…” Solomon trailed off while a cat leapt onto his shoulder to nuzzle the side of his head. “Because I’m a witty sorcerer who teaches you magic, cooks for you, and would do anything you ask? And…I love and appreciate you above all else?”
“That was almost correct,” MC noted, stepping around the swarming felines to reach where he was trapped by a group of them.
“Almost? What did I miss?”
“We can worry about that later. For now, I’ll keep the cats off you so that you can stop whatever is causing this.”
How would the demon brothers respond to MC kissing them unexpectedly?
MC stood within the entrance hall of HoL, waiting for the demon brother they had agreed to walk to RAD with that morning. The sound of their name falling from his lips prompted them to look toward the stairs as he descended them. He was eager to get going before any of the other brothers noticed the two of them together, but MC stopped him in his tracks. There was something the human couldn’t wait to do upon seeing him.
“You’re missing something,” MC pointed out.
The demon glanced over his uniform in confusion. Although there were quite a few pieces to it, he was certain he remembered to put on every article of the attire. Before he could ask what they were referring to, he felt MC’s hands cup his face to bring him in for a gentle kiss.
“There,” MC said once they parted from him, “now you’re all ready to go.”
Lucifer had been completely caught off-guard by MC’s bold action, his wide eyes and the light red color that dusted his cheeks ruining his ever-serious composure. How did this human still manage to be unpredictable to him after all this time? He was grateful no one else was around to witness this moment of weakness, lest they find out how much MC truly affected him. He straightened his posture while clearing his throat and then ushered MC out of HoL with him. “Next time I’m missing something like that, make sure you tell me somewhere no one could disturb us. For instance, I believe we left some paperwork in the student council room yesterday. Why don’t we head there first to take care of it before classes start?” The telling grin on his face and the long strides he took while holding MC’s hand on their walk to RAD made it clear that he had every intention of not only returning their kiss, but also surprising them with several of his own that would leave them wanting more.
Mammonwas a stuttering mess for the first few seconds after MC broke apart from the kiss. Wh-Where did that come from?! And how can he get more of it?! He grabbed MC’s hand to tug them back before they could reach the front door. Although his eyebrows were furrowed and his tone was harsh, the vibrant flush of his cheeks proved that he wasn’t actually upset. “Hey, ya can’t just walk away after pullin’ a fast one on me like that! Listen, I get that ya like me this much and all, ’cause, I mean, why wouldn’t ya? But that doesn’t mean you can kiss me outta nowhere! …A-At least, well, not without me gettin’ enough time to kiss ya back… Wh-What I mean is, you’re gonna have to compensate me for this! So, after classes are over, you’re spendin’ the rest of the day with me, got it?!” Mammon kept eyeing MC’s lips as they spoke on their walk to RAD–the memory and tingling sensation of their kiss still fresh–until he ended up pulling them aside to kiss them himself, unable to wait until their alone time together after school.
Leviathan thought his heart was going to burst from how fast it was beating from MC’s unexpected kiss. If not that, then he’d definitely pass out from the intense heat that radiated from his face and even stretched throughout the rest of his body. Sure, he was overjoyed from the “normie-like” gesture, but seriously, they needed to stop being affectionate without warning! Were they trying to kill him?! He still had so many anime on his watchlist and games that he had to complete 100% before could die! Overwhelmed, he hid his face in his hands. “D-Don’t tease me like that, MC! I’m about to collapse here! Hahh… Go easy on me, would you? B-But, uh, th-thanks for giving me what I was missing.” All he could think about for the rest of the day was that kiss and how he wished some of MC’s confidence would pass on to him so that he could one day kiss them that smoothly as well. Fortunately, he had gotten himself so worked up about it that the only way to get it off his mind was to quickly kiss MC while they were hanging out in his room that night.
Satan could feel his breath hitch in his throat, remaining stuck there even for a short time after MC’s lips left his. He’d read phrases about how someone could “take your breath away” many times in novels, but he never understood how it was possible until he grew closer to MC–and this particular moment was a prime example of how they did it to him. He didn’t stay stunned for long, choosing to cup the human’s face in return to prevent them from moving further away. “Hold on, MC. You’re missing a few things, too, you know. Like here.” A kiss to their forehead. “Here.” A kiss to their nose. “Here and here.” A kiss to both of their cheeks. “And, most importantly, right here.” A final, longer kiss to their lips. “Hm, I think we’re both good to go now, wouldn’t you say? Feel free to remind me again if I’m missing something in the future.” He acted like nothing happened on their walk to RAD, but in the back of his mind, he kept picturing their expression after his last kiss, pleased that he was able to take the human’s breath away like they always could with him.
Asmodeusloved this side of MC, the one that initiated affection with him and made him feel weak in the knees just from a simple touch. (Of course, he loved every part of MC, but getting a kiss from them when he’s typically the one giving it was always so special to him.) Despite the countless number of kisses he’s received in his lifetime, they paled in comparison to the thrill and love he experienced from each of MC’s. His smile stretched from ear to ear when the human stepped back to look at him. He then trapped them in his embrace and squished the two of their faces together. “Oooh, MC, you’re just the cutest thing!! As beautiful as I am, I’m never fully dressed without one of your kisses! Say, can we do this every morning? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re adorned with my kisses, too! Like this!” He proceeded to move his hands to their face to place his lips on MC’s again, but this time more deeply. Satisfied (for now), he walked hand-in-hand with them to RAD, fingers intertwined and a giddy expression glued on his face the whole way there.
Beelzebub was a little confused initially, but when MC broke away with a smile, he quickly understood that this was just another way of them showing their love for him. His features softened as a fuzzy warmth filled his stomach. He was thinking about grabbing a snack from the kitchen before they both left, but now he didn’t really need it anymore. Only MC had the power to make him feel this way–so full of a type of bliss that could dull any hunger pang. “Thanks, MC. You knew just what I needed.” His expression grew nervous while a light blush crept on his cheeks. “Can I…kiss you, too? The more I think about it, the more I really want to. Is that okay?” With their permission, Beel brought them in for another kiss on their lips. “Heheh, now you’re all ready to go, too. Let’s do this again the next time we walk to RAD together.” In truth, after that time, he ended up asking MC almost every day if they wanted to go to school with him, eager for another one of their kisses and to spend some time alone with them.
Belphegor was still a bit drowsy after making sure he woke up in time to go to RAD with MC that morning, but the human’s kiss managed to take the lingering sleepiness out of his body completely. He blinked a few times after MC moved back, his hand rising to his mouth to graze his fingertips over where their lips once were. It was a pleasant kind of shock; perhaps this was how those fairytale characters who were awoken with a kiss felt. He chuckled at the thought as he returned to his senses. “Did you do that just to wake me up? Or were you hoping to get away with it because I was tired? Either way, now that it’s happened, I don’t want to stop there. What do you say we skip classes today and hide out in the attic to kiss in between naps? …Oh, all right, we’ll go to RAD…if you give me another kiss before we leave.” For the rest of the day, Belphie periodically asked MC for more kisses to help him get through his classes and finish his homework, relishing each one he could get out of them.
Merry Christmas (Eve)!! As a special gift to you all, and a big thanks for over 550 followers, please enjoy this long snippet with all the characters (minus Luke and the three newest ones) sharing a kiss with MC under the mistletoe! Since each part got pretty long, I broke it up into bullet points for easier reading. I really hope you enjoy this! =) ❤️
How would everyone respond to being under the mistletoe with MC?
It was the holiday season, and after a trip to the human world, Diavolo had enthusiastically decided to celebrate some of its traditions in the Devildom. The festivities were held at the Demon Lord’s Castle, where the interior was decorated with various holiday items that intrigued the demon prince enough to bring back from the human world. MC and Solomon had to explain most of the holiday traditions and the purpose behind the different decorations to the demons and two angel exchange students, but the whole celebration made the two of them feel a little less homesick.
Everything was going well until Luke noticed a sprig of mistletoe hanging from one of the doorways and questioned MC about it. They explained to the innocent angel that there’s a tradition where if two people walk under a mistletoe, then they’re supposed to kiss each other as a sign of love. They asked him not to tell anyone else about the practice, though, since it could cause a stir anytime someone walked under it. Plus, it was just an old tradition, not something anyone had to follow. Luke promised to keep it a secret, but someone else had already overheard their conversation.
Later on, while everyone was opening gifts, MC left briefly to use the restroom. On their way back, they suddenly ran into someone just as they were passing underneath the doorway with the mistletoe. They glanced nervously between the mistletoe and the face of the individual they bumped into.
Lucifer
Lucifer exhibited his typical serious expression after MC’s bodily impact, but on the inside, he was full of pride by how well everything in his plan had fallen into place. After overhearing MC’s explanation about mistletoe to Luke, he came up with a few ways that he could be alone with the human underneath the mistletoe. Their trip to the restroom worked with one of his ideas, so when he thought MC would be on their way back, he excused himself from the group gift exchange under the guise of “needing some air from all my brothers’ nonsense.” It was shortly thereafter that he came across MC at the exact time they were approaching the doorway with the mistletoe.
He initially acted oblivious to their nervousness while he explained why he had left the others for a bit, secretly enjoying the look on their face, but he soon pointed out how they kept peeking up above them. Even if MC tried to brush it off, Lucifer was insistent they tell him exactly why they were so distracted by a tiny plant decoration. “Perhaps it has to do with the tradition humans have about kissing underneath one?” he wondered aloud, pleased by their surprised reaction and the blush that followed it when he moved closer to them. “We’ve been following all of the other practices you and Solomon have taught us about tonight, so I don’t see why this should be an exception. What do you think?”
Once MC consented to it, he added with a grin, “Very well. Consider it an extra gift from me then.” He gripped their chin between his thumb and index finger and placed his other hand on their shoulder to keep them in place as he pressed his lips onto theirs. He let it be known that this was his kiss, asserting the most control during it, although the kiss also revealed how much he had been craving MC’s touch. He broke apart from them a little early just to feel their lips chase after his–well, and also because the last thing he wanted was for Diavolo or someone else to suddenly walk in on the two of them. “Hm? Was that not enough for you?” he inquired, a smirk playing on his lips. “In that case, when we return home tonight, we can continue this in my room. After all, I don’t need to use some plant hanging above us as an excuse to kiss you.”
Mammon
Mammon also had this encounter planned out, and it surprisingly worked out almost exactly like he wanted it to! He had left the others behind by complaining that MC was taking too long in the restroom and needed to go check on them. Then, he waited near the doorway until he heard them coming. However, he got distracted by a painting on the wall that he thought could sell for a high profit, which caused MC to crash into him.
He started telling them to watch where they were going but fell short when he noticed their glances at the mistletoe and remembered why he was there in the first place. He cleared his throat and tried to put on his usual bravado, saying, “Well, I’m in a good mood, so I guess I can forgive ya for crashin’ into me. Though, I mean, ya could do somethin’ to make it up to me. Like, maybe…” Now he was the one looking back and forth between MC and the mistletoe, his blush growing more visible by the second. When MC asked him if he knew about the mistletoe custom, he adamantly denied it, his tsundere personality taking over until he finally admitted to overhearing their conversation with Luke.
He’d gotten himself too worked up now to initiate anything, so MC had to grab his face and give him a quick kiss on the lips. His face could’ve rivaled a ripe tomato with how red it was from the sudden action. “H-Hold on, I was supposed to do that!” he argued, wrapping his arms around MC’s waist to prevent them from retreating. “‘Sides, ya call that a kiss? C’mere, I’ll show ya a real kiss.” Mammon immediately dove in for a long, deep kiss with MC. His greediness for them required him to move one hand to the back of their head to stop them from dipping too far back. He especially enjoyed it when MC returned his energy, making him hold back a bit so they could lead more instead. Once they both broke apart for air, Mammon rested his forehead on MC’s. “I like ya so much it’s crazy, MC,” he murmured. “I just can’t get enough of ya. Let’s stay here a little longer, until my brothers come lookin’ for us. I don’t wanna let ya go yet.”
(Forget the expensive painting, he definitely stole the mistletoe to make sure no one else could use it to kiss MC–and to keep as a memento…and maybe future use.)
Leviathan
Leviathan was just as startled as MC when they bumped into each other. He was playing through a limited time holiday event on one of his mobile games and was so absorbed in it that he hadn’t heard the human’s approaching footsteps. In fact, it was because of his inattentiveness and frequent exclamations while playing this game that the others decided to temporarily kick him out during the gift exchange, which left him wandering the halls–still on his phone–until he was allowed to return.
He began to explain this to MC–and how normies could never understand how important these kinds of game events are to obtain special loot–but got annoyed when their focus kept drifting upward. A strange noise escaped his mouth when he realized they were looking at the mistletoe hanging over both of them, his mind recalling its purpose from MC’s discussion with Luke. He became far more flustered about the situation than the human was. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to be under the mistletoe with you!” he declared, starting to ramble. “I heard you say it’s a human world thing to kiss someone under it, b-but that’s not why I was here! And, I mean, of course you wouldn’t want to be forced to kiss a yucky shut-in otaku; who could blame you? And honestly, that’s fine, because this sort of thing is totally something only normies would do! Though, I wouldn’t mind being able to kiss y– Gahhh, n-nevermind!! Why are you still standing there anyway?! Shouldn’t you have left by now?!”
When MC admitted to Levi that they wouldn’t mind kissing him, his face turns an even darker shade of red than it already was. “R-Really?!” he questioned them doubtfully despite feeling on cloud nine from their words. “You want to kiss me? You’re not messing with me, are you? I don’t need your pity, if that’s what this is!” MC had to give him a quick peck on the lips just to prove their sincerity–and shut him up for a bit. Hoo boy, there had to be steam coming out of Levi’s ears from that simple action. Finally convinced that they were serious, he grabbed MC by the shoulders and practically crashed his lips into theirs, for if he took it too slowly, he’d psych himself out and wouldn’t have been able to do it at all. It was a short kiss since he’s inexperienced, and he couldn’t get himself to relax until the last few moments. He then turned away and attempted to hide his bright blush behind the back of his hand. “U-Um, sorry if it wasn’t good,” he apologized meekly. “I would’ve liked it to be more like the ones you see in anime, but– Um– Listen, I really like being able to kiss you, MC, so I promise I’ll get better, okay?”
(If MC suggests trying again right then and there, he might just collapse. But once he recovers, he’ll go for it.)
Satan
Satan felt fortunate that he got to learn about an intriguing human world tradition that he could actually use to his advantage over the rest of his brothers. Some time after MC had left for the restroom, he convinced the others that the human may have gotten lost on the way back and that he would go look for them. This plan ended up working since most of his brothers bickered that they should be the one to look for MC while he remained calm and rational (on the outside), which prompted Lucifer and Diavolo to agree that Satan could go find MC. He sighed while walking down the hallway, exasperated from his brothers’ annoying arguments over something so minor, only to accidentally collide with the human he was looking for.
He apologized to them for his lack of awareness, but they were more concerned with what was above them. He glanced up as well and was somewhat shocked that they both happened to meet up directly under the mistletoe. “Well, isn’t that something?” he noted aloud with a grin. “I was hoping to catch you here, but not quite like this.” When they asked what he meant, he replied, “You see, I just so happened to hear that there’s a practice in the human world where if two people are found underneath a mistletoe, which just so happens to be the plant hanging over our heads, then they must kiss each other. Care to elaborate on the topic?” He laughed lightly at their startled reaction before explaining himself. “I was thinking,” he then said, “since you’re the human world expert, maybe you could educate me on how this custom is done? For the purpose of expanding my knowledge…and having the chance to kiss you.”
After receiving MC’s approval, Satan rested one hand on their cheek and positioned the other on their waist to carefully bring them toward him. Any frustration he was feeling earlier melted away through their kiss, gradually making his movements even softer. He held MC like they were the most precious object in existence, and in this moment, they made him feel like he was truly his own person–not a fragment of a fallen angel or the embodiment of wrath. Once the kiss was over, he grasped the hand MC had on his face and turned his head to press a gentle kiss to their palm. “I never liked the idea of being vulnerable around others, but with you, MC,” he remarked, “I feel I can let my walls down completely. I hope you can feel the same way with me. Oh, and thank you for this learning experience.”
Asmodeus
Asmodeus was full of smiles, as MC had fallen right into his trap. He’d kiss himself at how smart he was and how well he timed this, if he could! Well, he could in the mirror, but that would have to wait. “Hi, MC~!” he greeted them cheerfully. “I wasn’t expecting to bump into you here. What are the odds? Perhaps we’re just naturally drawn to each other, hm~?”
He tried to play innocent, saying he was on his way to freshen up in the restroom, but MC noticed him looking up at the mistletoe more often than they were. Soon enough, he admitted to having heard them talk about the human world tradition of kissing underneath the mistletoe. “I was hoping we could experience this special custom together,” he explained, his cheeks becoming rosy. “So, MC, will you let me kiss you?”
Once MC gave their consent, he brought his hands to their face and whispered for them to come closer, slowly decreasing the distance between each other until their lips finally touched. The kiss was gentle at first–with Asmo initially taking the lead to test MC’s comfort level–and gradually grew as passionate as MC allowed it. Somewhere along the way, Asmo moved one of his hands to MC’s lower back to ensure they stayed as close to him as possible. Even when they both separated, he kept a firm hold on MC, his thumb stroking their cheek as he studied their expression. “I could kiss you forever and never grow tired of it, MC,” he said, staring deeply into their eyes. “It must be because of how much I love you, and because of how great your love feels whenever I’m with you. …Say, since we’re still under the mistletoe, does that mean we can kiss again? We may as well, right?”
(He also totally stole the mistletoe later for future use with MC, regardless of what time of year it is.)
Beelzebub
Beelzebub looked at MC with concern and asked if they were okay after bumping into him. Upon confirming that they were fine, he grinned warmly at them in relief. He explained that he was on his way to the kitchen to find something to eat while Barbatos was distracted with the gifts. He was about to ask MC if they wanted to join him, but he noticed they seemed distracted by something.
He followed their gaze up to the mistletoe and let out a soft, “Oh.” He then told them that he had heard their explanation to Luke about kissing under a mistletoe, sending a light blush to both his and MC’s faces. “I…want to do that,” he admitted. “With you. Can I, MC?”
When they agreed, Beel’s expression softened from their words, his lower eyelids wrinkling slightly from the smile that had formed. His hands rested on the human’s shoulders to keep them in place as he leaned in toward them. The touch of his lips on theirs was soft and delicate, revealing his fear that he might hurt them if he wasn’t careful. He felt MC wrap their arms around his neck to pull him closer in order to ease his worries, and he finally began to relax and deepen the kiss. After the two of them pulled apart, Beel had a loving, giddy smile on his face as he gazed at MC. “Your kisses are the best, MC,” he remarked. “They always make me feel full, in both my stomach and my heart.”
(Even so, he definitely ate the mistletoe before they both returned to the others. Come on, it had berries; how could he resist?)
Belphegor
Belphegor had actually fallen asleep against the siding of the doorway, only to be woken up abruptly by MC running into him. He was groggy and grumpy at first, but once he heard the human’s voice asking if he was okay and what he was even doing there, he regained his senses. As he straightened his posture, he told them that he was getting bored at the group gift exchange without them around, so he had decided to leave for a bit until they returned but fell asleep along the way.
There was a mischievous glint in his eyes while he pointed out the mistletoe above them, and a smirk formed on his lips when he noticed them tense in response. “What’s wrong, MC?” he teased, inching closer to them. “You seem kind of worked up about this little bunch of leaves. Is it because the two of us are underneath it right now?” He chuckled at their reaction to his claim and then admitted to overhearing them talk about mistletoe with Luke. “But since we’re here,” he continued, “we may as well kiss, right? I mean, I’d like to anyway, even if there wasn’t a tradition.”
As soon as MC agreed, Belphie wasted no time in taking a hold of their face and closing the distance between the two of them. The kiss he gives, on the other hand, is slow and a bit lazy–he’d rather have MC do more of the work. Still, he refused to separate himself from them, wanting to draw it out for as long as he could and even taking the lead if MC was nervous or not too experienced. After it came to an end, Belphie smiled in contentment. “That felt really nice,” he noted. “Your kisses seem to give me more energy than a full night’s sleep, MC. Since I’m wide awake now, how about we stay here and kiss some more before we head back to the others?”
Diavolo
Diavolo quickly reached out to grab MC’s shoulders and steady their balance from their collision into his torso. He fretted over them, worried he may have hurt them, but they assured him they were simply just caught off-guard. He nodded his head at their comforting words and began asking them their thoughts about the holiday party–like he came over just to do some sort of check-in–, but his hands never left their shoulders. MC answered his questions while struggling to make eye contact, too distracted by the close proximity, his grip on their shoulders, and the mistletoe hanging above them.
Then he asked them about the mistletoe, making their body flinch. “I heard you explaining its purpose to Luke,” he confessed. “When I visited the human world, I thought it was merely a decoration since it was hung in random locations. I never would’ve guessed that there’s a custom involving kissing under it. It’s rather interesting!” His smiling face then became more serious. “Do you practice this tradition, MC? If you don’t mind, I’d like to experience it with you.”
Once MC agreed, Diavolo’s hands slid up to their jawline while he moved in closer to their lips. His kiss was gentle at first to avoid accidentally hurting the human, but he melted into it on his own as he grew more comfortable. The demon prince was starved for affection, and MC’s matching energy in the kiss made him feel so whole that he had no intention of breaking away until it was necessary. When they did, though, he kept his face close to theirs, the tips of their noses lightly grazing over each other. “I quite like this human world tradition,” he said with a grin. “I’ll have to hang up mistletoe around the castle next year, too. You’ll join me again for the holidays, won’t you, MC?”
Barbatos
Barbatos responded as any refined butler would: by calmly assessing MC’s condition after they bumped into him. He behaved like his usual composed self, so the human had no idea that he had fully intended to stop them underneath this specific doorway. He explained to them that he was on his way to the kitchen to fetch some more drinks for the guests, which was true, but he made sure to time his exit well enough so that he was more likely to encounter MC on their way back from the restroom.
Feigning innocence, he questioned MC about the mistletoe hanging above the two of them, his smile growing a little bigger from the blush that dusted their cheeks from his inquiry. He nodded in understanding during their explanation. “So in that case, since we’re both under the mistletoe right now, it’s customary for us to kiss, yes?” he concluded. “If it’s all right with you, I’m more than happy to follow this practice.”
After MC agreed to it, Barbatos stepped toward them and gently cupped their face. He leaned in with his eyes closed, but he peeked open while his lips ghosted over theirs to observe the look of anticipation on their face. Amused by their expression and reassured that he wasn’t the only one who wanted this, Barbatos finally pressed his lips onto MC’s. Although he initiated it, he gradually followed their lead, not wanting to do anything they didn’t like and continuing until they were completely satisfied. Once they both separated, he looked back at them with a warm smile. “Thank you for this wonderful experience, MC,” he said. “Moments like these that I share with you mean a lot to me. I hope we continue to have many more of them.”
Simeon
Simeon’s arms wrapped and hovered around MC’s body like a safety net to catch them in case they fell over from the sudden impact. He was just on his way to grab some more cookies that he and Luke had made to share with everyone else, but his mind was too preoccupied with other things to fully pay attention to his surroundings. He was relieved when the human was able to rebalance themselves and avoid getting hurt. He apologized for not watching where he was going while rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, but he became concerned once again when he noticed that they seemed out of sorts.
“Are you sure you’re okay, MC?” he inquired, his tone laced with worry. “Are you maybe feeling tired from tonight’s festivities? I could get you some water, or–” MC tried to assure him that they were fine, but when he noticed them take another quick peek at the top of the doorway, he understood what was affecting their behavior. “Ah, it’s the mistletoe, isn’t it?” he asked, relaxing a bit while speaking in a more soothing manner. “I heard you telling Luke about the tradition humans have that involves kissing under it. You also mentioned that it’s not something that has to be done, and I have no intention of kissing you without your permission, so you don’t need to worry about it.”
However, when MC expressed that they actually wanted to kiss him, Simeon’s eyes widened in shock, not expecting them to say that. Even so, a blush crept on his face at the thought of kissing them and from how happy he felt that they wanted the same thing. After accepting their request, he rested one hand on their cheek and tenderly placed his lips on theirs. The kiss was brief and chaste, as Simeon feared that if he lingered too long, it would become increasingly difficult for him to stop willingly. Despite the kiss only lasting a short time, he poured as much love as he could into it so that MC could get a sense of how deeply he cared for them. Still, just in case his feelings didn’t reach them completely, he told them afterward, “You know you mean a lot to me, right, MC? You always make even the darkest days in the Devildom so much brighter to me, and I want to do whatever I can to keep that smile on your face each and every day. So, even if it’s just a kiss under a mistletoe, don’t ever hesitate to ask me if you want something, okay?”
Solomon
Solomon had temporarily forgotten about the practice of kissing underneath mistletoe until he heard MC bring it up to Luke. He had disregarded this plant some time ago since it rarely worked well in potions and he didn’t feel inclined to follow this custom from his world that mainly affected couples. However, now that MC was around, the tradition became more appealing to him, so he plotted to get the two of them alone under this mistletoe before the end of the party. Not surprisingly, it was rather difficult, considering MC’s popularity and how possessive the demon brothers were of them. By some stroke of luck, he acquired an opening after MC had left and everyone was preoccupied with a magnificent gift Diavolo had given to one of them, allowing him to easily sneak out. He was a bit early, so he hid near the doorway with the mistletoe until he heard his fellow human’s approaching footsteps. He then popped out suddenly to surprise them, and they accidentally ran into him in the process. He apologized while they tried to regain their composure.
Half of MC’s attention was already on the mistletoe, but Solomon pointed up to it to let them know he was focusing on it as well. “Are you familiar with mistletoe as a plant?” he inquired. “You may have seen it by itself in public places during this time of year, but in nature, it’s a parasitic plant that primarily lives off of trees. What’s more, every part of it, including its berries, is poisonous to us humans, should we choose to consume it. Though, I’m sure it’d have no effect on someone like Beelzebub.” MC wondered what he was trying to get at, so he resumed, “Anyway, despite this plant’s function in our world, there’s still the tradition where people kiss underneath it and view it as a symbol–or even a blessing–of love.” It was then that he confessed to unintentionally eavesdropping on their earlier conversation with Luke. “If you’re willing, MC, I’d like to follow this little tradition with you.”
After MC gave their consent, Solomon pulled them closer and tucked a loose strand of their hair behind their ear, his face flushed as he eyed their lips. He then confidently leaned in to kiss them. He was eager to express his feelings for them, and it was a big boost to his ego when the well-liked human reciprocated his kiss; it felt as though they were choosing him over the demons and angels that constantly vied for their attention–that he was able to stand out more to them than those powerful beings. He couldn’t stop his lips from curving into a smile on theirs just before the kiss reached its end. “I’ve met so many other humans in my extended lifetime, but none of them could ever compare to you, MC,” he declared. “If you’ll let me, I’d like to stay by your side and continue to show you my affection like this as often as I can. But for now, let me hold you in my arms a little longer.”
