I Want To See The Indomitable Human Spirit But Instead Of Killing The Alien They Are Offering A Hand

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୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : nicknames ghost, soap, gaz, price, graves and konig would call you in a relationship!

୨୧ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 : fluff - just cute nicknames

simon 'ghost' riley

love

darling

my love

dove

johnny 'soap' mctavish

bonnie

my lass

baby

pup

kyle 'gaz' garrick

baby

babe

sweetheart

angel

john price

darling

sweetheart

honey

sweetie

phillip graves

doll

dollface

princess

sugar

konig

lieb - dear

Puppe - doll

baby

sweets

MC has been forced to wear a costume for one of Diavolo's events -

Mephistopheles, mocking them: Nice outfit, does it come in mens?

MC, who is so done, with an rbf: Oh, I think you come in men enough for all of us.

Everyone else:

I think it would be hilarious if after making a pact with a demon you strongly feel their sin for a short about of time. Why do I think it would be funny? Cause all I can imagine is Lucifer having to have a sit down with Mc every time they make a pact with one of his brothers. Like after mammon

Lucifer: what did you take.

Mc:…. Nothinggg…

Lucifer: I won’t repeat myself.

Mc, mumbling in shame: ….seventy thousand Grimm..-

Lucifer, slamming hands on table in disbelief: SEVENTY THOU-

After making a pact with Satan

Lucifer, rubbing his temples already: and… after your fellow classmate used your pencil without asking.. you did what?

Mc: broke their nose,

Lucifer: why?

Mc, suddenly shaking in rage: WHY THE FUCK WOULD I NOT THAT WAS MY FUCKING PENCIL!

After making a pact with belphie

Lucifer, shaking Mc: Mc wake up,

Mc: wuh- hhuh, what

Lucifer, annoyed: you’ve been asleep for the past 14 hours get up.

I think it would be funny if sometimes the brothers exaggerated Mc’s humanness as an excuse to not do certain things, maybe it’s mainly mammon who does it but sometimes the others join in. Saying crap like

Mammon: No can do, we need to go water our human,

Demon:… what?

Asmo: water our human!!

Satan: humans need to drink 8 cups of water a day.

Belphie: And our human is to stupid to remember to drink 1 cup.

Mammon: exactly! We don’t want our human to DIE from dehydration.

when Mc finds out they’ve been doing this, mammon, beel, levi and mc had been caught outside of class, when confronted mammon shushes the person and beel wraps his arms around Mc’s head, covering their eyes and ears,

Mammon: the human has a migraine! Keep your voice down!

Demon: what why?-

Levi: BECAUSE. If humans heads start to hurt to much they explode!

Mammon: so we’re escorting them to the infirmary!

Demon:… do you guys have a hall pass?

Mammon: the great mammon doesn’t need a hall pass! And there’s no time for that! This is an emergency!

Once the demon leaves Mc is confused and speaks up,

Mc: guys who told you that..?? My head isn’t going to explode? Even though it feels like it is..

Mammon: oh eh- don’t worry about it,

Levi: we just say stuff like that to avoid situations lol,

Mc: …. I’m just gonna pretend you guys don’t do that.

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thinking about satan's tail telling on him despite how composed he tries to be. it's a wild little appendage, all barbs and sharp edges people usually avoid. it flicks about in irritation, scratches floorboards and furniture like a riled cat when he's aggravated over something or other. when he's calm, it winds around his leg like an obedient pet waiting for its master's command.

but with you? it's a different story.

ankles. wrists. legs. arms. hips, even. the spiney tail has a mind of its own, constantly wrapping around your vulnerable points to keep you tethered to satan's side. he could be mid-argument with one of his imbecile brothers when he stops to recognize a weight tugging somewhere vaguely behind him-- you, barbs poking at your wrist as it keeps you ensnared yet unharmed, smiling sheepishly at him as he grows flustered by the trap he's got you in. one of the brothers gives you a silent thanks before slipping away from what was surely an impending fight.

satan's cheeks are rosy as he gingerly grabs between the links of his tail and tugs. but the damn thing is too partial to you. each tug only finds it tightening its grip on your fragile human skin. after several minutes of various strategies to free you-- yanking, ignoring, even attempting to coax it back to his side-- your delighted giggle makes him flop down on the couch in defeat.

the two of you must come to terms with a simple fact: satan, consciously or not, deems it necessary to keep you by his side.