One Of My Favoritest Things About Mammon That I Dont See Get Talked About A Enough Is That The Devildom

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[ 𝟏𝟏:𝟐𝟑 𝐏𝐌 ] — 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐈

warnings: mentions of abuse (hanma’s home life)

the light tapping on your window from hanma makes you quietly shuffle out of bed, careful not to let your parents hear as you cautiously open it and let your boyfriend in. he offers you a tight smile, climbing through quietly and standing before you.

“hey, baby—sh-shit,” he cuts himself off with a wince as you hug him. immediately, you pull away, concern written all over your face as you glance him over. his hair is disheveled and his jacket, thrown on in haste, hides the rips in his shirt. “just kinda sore, is all,” he tries to reassure you, but his voice wavers the slightest bit.

and then it clicks.

hanma seems unbreakable, untouchable, even. you’ve been guilty of seeing him that way countless times yourself, but dating hanma let’s you see more to him than what meets the eye. he’s human, you’ve seen this countless times. he has weaknesses, fears, and he has his own battles and inner turmoils. just like everyone else.

but mostly, he has a shitty hell hole of a home that you can’t wait to get him out of.

“was he drunk again?” you murmur, pushing back a few stray strands of hair from his face.

he doesn’t meet your eyes, and you know it’s hard for him to open up about these things to you. it’s hard for him to admit that he lets these things happen to him in the walls of his own home while he roams the street almost like a god amongst men. it’s hard for him to look you in the eye and let you see the sore parts and the battered and bruised ones too.

inside and out.

“when’s he not?” he chuckles bitterly. “‘s okay, baby. i’m okay,” he shrugs. but before he can make his way past you and climb onto your bed, you lay a hand on his cheek, making him pause. it’s the gentleness of your touch, how tender and careful and loving it is when it comes to him, how you treat him like he’s made of glass even if he’s much stronger than you—not because he’s weak, but because he’s precious—that makes you home for hanma.

not that shitty busted down apartment with his drunkard father that likes to take swings at him for the littlest of things.

“shuji, let me see,” you insist. he hesitates, he doesn’t want you to see the bruises that litter his body from his father’s escapade tonight. and he remembers laying as a child, back when he used to let tears stream down his face, how he’d always dreamt of having somewhere to run to.

and now, now that the tears don’t come, now that he simply takes it like he’s trained himself to do, he realizes he does have somewhere to run to. your arms, no matter where you might be, are his safe haven.

as are his for you.

“don’t worry—”

“i always worry,” you cut him off. and for a second, he stares at you so intensely, you wonder if you’ve said the wrong thing. but then, he buries his head into your neck, clutching onto you tightly as you feel small tears drop and wet your skin. it’s been a really long time since hanma’s let himself cry over his fucked up home and his fucked up dad, but now he has someone to wipe the tears, and it’s almost overwhelming—the warmth and the hope, he’s never felt things like that before.

“didn’t even say shit to him this time,” he grits his teeth. “went off over nothing,” his voice cracks along with your heart.

and of the two of you, you’ve always had a better moral conscience, but for a split second, it flies out the window as you wish the worst upon the man who’d hurt the boy in your arms. some day, you think, when you and hanma get away from all of this, you’ll both give his father a taste of his own medicine.

but for now, you turn to your boyfriend, rubbing his back soothingly as you press a soft kiss to the side of his head. he sniffles, relaxing slightly when your fingers thread through his messed up hair.

“he won’t be able to hurt you for much longer,” you promise. “and then we’ll burn his whole place down,” you smile, bringing his face out of your neck and cupping his cheeks. he lets out a watery chuckle as your thumb wipes the stray tears.

“he’s gotta be in it when we do,” he adds. hanma let’s himself sit on your bed, watching as you pull out a hoodie you’d stolen from him, making your way over.

“of course,” you grin, kissing his forehead. “i’ll go get you something to eat, i’m sure you haven’t eaten much,” you say quietly. and he knows it’s an excuse to leave him to change out of his ruined shirt alone, he knows it’s so he doesn’t have to feel any weaker than he already does from you seeing the marks that litter his upper body.

hanma promises he’ll offer you everything you’ve given him and more some day, he’ll have the city down on its knees before him, and he’ll make sure you’re there by his side watching.

“make sure to get me something sweet,” he calls, grinning when you roll your eyes.

“you can have something sweet after some real food, shuji,” you say sternly, and the fondness in your voice and the softness of your gaze makes him realize he’d follow you everywhere—to the end of the world and beyond that if he has to, just for the taste of home you give him.

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Leviathan: I wish puberty took you to a customize character screen

Satan: Do you realize how many people would be dragons

Solomon: You say this like it’s a bad thing

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Mammon: Uptown funk would’ve made it onto the shrek soundtrack

Solomon: That’s the truest statement I’ve ever read

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Asmodeus: Once in the fifth grade this kid called me a homo and I thought it meant homeless and I was so confused I said ‘Raphael you’ve been to my house’

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Mammon: My brother just accidentally prematurely sent an email to his boss…. It was supposed to say ‘I am afraid that we will have to postpone our meeting’ but he hit send when all it said was

Hi, Diavolo

I am afraid

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Mammon: Fun Disney fact! Fiona was the first red-headed Disney Princess when she made her debut in 1988, one year before Ariel did in The Little Mermaid (1989)

Mephistopheles: Shrek came out in 2001

Mammon: Good for him

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Satan: One time in math class my math teacher was really pissed at us and he was yelling “DO YOU EVEN KNOW BASIC MATH? DO YOU KNOW ADDITION? WHAT’S TWO PLUS TWO? MAMMON WHAT’S TWO PLUS TWO?” and poor Mammon wasn’t paying attention so I leaned over to him and whispered “seven” and he blurted out “SEVEN” and I have never laughed harder and I doubt I ever will.

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Asmodeus: Today at work I let someone into a dressing room and they said “thank you” and half of me tried to say “you’re welcome” and the other half tried to say “no problem” and I ended up saying “your problem.”

Mammon: One time I was playing soccer in gym. Ball is up in the air. Think I’m gonna be awesome and air kick it into the goal. Try. Miss ball. Kick goalie in the face. Try to ask “are you okay” and

“I’m fucking sorry” at the same time. Instead end up yelling “ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY!?” Goalie is cooking back tears.

Leviathan: This post had me in tears.

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Raphael: That’s a cute foot fetish you got there, would you mind keeping it 25796323689432 feet away from me?

Asmodeus: 25796323689432 feet you say?

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Simeon: If you had six minutes left to live what’s the last song you’d listen to

Leviathan: I’d spend the entire six minutes trying to pick a song

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Mammon: You call it “really bad at darts”, I call it freestyle acupuncture

Barbatos: Sir I’m going to have to ask you to leave the bar

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Mammon: Can you OD on vitamin D?

Mephistopheles: That’s how Icarus died

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Leviathan: I’m really into internet discourse but only pointless and stupid internet discourse like how many holes there are in a straw (it’s 2)

Mephistopheles: No it’s an infinite amount of holes stacked on top of eachother

Leviathan: This is exactly what I’m talking about

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Luke: I have small hands

Leviathan: Bring them closer to you they’re just far away

Luke: Wow you were right…

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Diavolo: You ever dip your entire Oreo in milk except the part where you’re holding it and feel like thetis dipping newborn Achilles into the River of Styx making him invulnerable everywhere except for his heel

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Solomon:

Two things I need today’s youth to know:

1. Anything the government says is propaganda

2. 99% of vegetables taste better roasted

Barbatos: you spelled boiled wrong

Solomon:

My apologies:

Anything the government says is boiled

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Diavolo: The weirdest instance of “getting my wires crossed” I’ve ever experienced: I had a piece of candy at my desk. My intention was to simultaneously eat the candy and start a brief work task. I put the candy in my mouth and felt a surge of alarm as I was convinced, for a fraction of a second, that I had somehow eaten the task I was about to start.

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Asmodeus: Hope everyone is well today!

Asmodeus: And tomorrow !!!!

Asmodeus: After that you’re on your own

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Luke: Omg my guardian just came into my room and told me that I’m spending too much time on the internet so he told me “I’m sorry I have to do this but it’s for your own good.” and then he proceeded to delete the internet explorer icon from my desk top

And the way he said “I just deleted the internet” just takes the cake

not to be basic but 😳 do you have any thoughts on the demon brothers courting MC? Like any specific Devildom culture aspects that come into play? (Maybe something SUPER important that MC writes off as “oh huh. wonder why my ~friend~ is all nervous today”.) wink wink romantic demon tension wink wink.

Apologies for the long wait on this but YES, we love thinking about Devildom culture(s) and possible traditions, and courting ones are certainly fun to imagine!

We've come up with a handful here (plus a special bonus at the end), so we hope you enjoy them!!

(You can see a follow-up of mini-stories with the characters we missed here!)

DEVILDOM COURTING

Sharing Bloodseed Fruit

There are a few different kinds of fruits in the Devildom that can have romantic meanings when shared with someone you're interested in.

Bloodseed fruits, which vaguely resemble human-world dragonfruits on the outside and pomegranates on the inside, are the most popular of these by far.

The number of seeds you each eat is meant to be representative of how long you will stay in love with one another.

The average bloodseed fruit has around 1,000 seeds in it, with especially large ones able to have up to 1,500 seeds.

Which of course means the demon brothers and royals aren't going to settle for anything less than the largest ones they can possibly find to share with you.

Favored by: Diavolo, Lucifer, Beelzebub

It's not uncommon for Diavolo to invite you over for tea. Today, however, you've scarcely seen any sign of his loyal butler, aside from a single moment where he delivered both tea and a much smaller plate of sweets than usual.

"Does Barbatos have a lot going on today?" you wonder aloud.

"Oh, no," Diavolo laughs. "He's keeping his distance today out of respect for me. You see, I invited you over for...something rather special."

He takes your hand then and places a massive, spiky-looking fruit onto it. "I suppose you wouldn't be familiar with this, but this is a bloodseed fruit. They're rather rare, but we have a legend here in the Devildom that lovers who share one will stay in love for how many seeds they each eat," he explains. "And so, MC...would you do me the honor of sharing this with me?"

Matching Makeup

In the Devildom, there are certain patterns that one paints on their face that are based on their yearnings or desires, or signify something about the wearer.

These looks are usually only worn for special occasions -- and there is one event in particular where if you wear a certain matching makeup look with another, it signifies being together.

The Bacchanal of Illumination is a special time in the Devildom, where a variety of colorful demonic flora bloom and glow with an ethereal light once every few centuries.

Since ancient times, it has been customary to celebrate the three day window in which these flowers bloom with great revelry, parties thrown throughout, and imbibing an intoxicating drink created from the sap found in these flowers from past seasons.

It is considered good luck if a couple finds a flower in these fields the exact shade of the makeup they are wearing, signifying a healthy and long relationship.

Favored by: Lucifer, Asmodeus, Barbatos

"There we go, now we match!" Asmodeus giggles with delight, finishing the last flick of makeup over your cheek before turning you around to his mirror with a flourish. "Let's go show the others, hm, darling?"

You nod enthusiastically, excited to head out for this festival that everyone has been talking about lately. You've hardly taken two steps into the common room, however, before the rest of the brothers alternately gasp and/or pounce on the Avatar of Lust.

"ASMO, WHAT THE FUCK!" Mammon shouts. "Why the fuck does MC have that makeup, you bastard --"

"Because they're mine, of course," Asmo just grins back cheekily, draping himself possessively all over your shoulders. "Should have done it yourself if you wanted them!"

Offering a Passiflora Hellbloom

Purple and white with a crown of barb-like vines around a protruding spike ending in an eye-like orb, these Devildom flowers can look quite bizarre to humans at first glance.

However, if offered to a love interest, they represent passion, affection, sweetness -- and agony, if the recipient refuses it.

You see, giving a single flower of this kind to someone is seen as equivalent to asking them to be in a relationship with you, and accepting the flower is to accept the relationship.

The giver can also cast a spell before giving it, where if accepted, the flower will then actually undergo a second blooming where it sheds the vines, and the spike opens up into a set of brilliant petals.

Favored by: Mammon, Diavolo, Leviathan

"Ahhhh, that was fun!" you exclaim with a stretch, ready to head to bed after a long night of gaming with Leviathan. "It's late though, I should probably get to sleep. Good night, Levi!"

"A-a-ah, MC, wait!!" he calls out to you just before you reach his door, his voice unintentionally almost a shout with nervousness. "Wait, I have something for you." He pulls a long, thin stem of a bizarre-looking flower from somewhere in his room and thrusts it towards you.

"Oh, what a...nice flower," you smile politely, taking it from his hands.

"Y-you'll really take it?! I know you probably don't want this from me, but you'll really accept it?" His words are gushing out with excitement.

In his excitement, sadly, he forgets to tell you what the flower actually means. But Asmo will be sure to tell you when he sees it in your room tomorrow.

Passing a Red Candle

Candles can often be symbolic in magic, and the Devildom is no exception.

Red candles, in particular, are known for representing the fire of love and passion.

For this reason, when a demon gives someone a red candle, it's akin to a confession -- essentially, they are "giving the fire of their love" to another.

The House of Lamentation, by the way, has a lot of red candles that just happen to be sitting around all the time...

Favored by: Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan

"Oh, Lucifer, perfect timing," you say as he enters the dimly lit library. You quickly thrust the plate of the red candle you were holding into his hands, explaining, "Would you hold this for me for a sec? I'm trying to get this book out, but it's so firmly wedged in here, it's a bit stuck, and I didn't want to put the candle somewhere where it could fall over."

The barest hint of a blush crosses his expression before it's quickly replaced with a mischievous smirk.

"Oh? MC, you ought to be careful who you give a candle like this to in the Devildom," he murmurs, placing a finger under your chin to turn your gaze back to him. "Or I'll have to take this as a sign you mean to surrender yourself to me."

Written Story

For demons, giving someone their grimoire is the ultimate sign of trust, as it is akin to surrendering complete power to that person.

Long ago, demons sometimes actually gifted each other their grimoires as part of marriage ceremonies, though it has generally fallen out of practice at this point.

However, the sentiment of the act is still quite popular, and as a symbolic equivalent, nowadays demons will sometimes write down a story from their life as a gift to their beloved.

Especially popular is for couples to choose a story about each other, such as when they met, a special date, etc.

Favored by: Satan, Belphegor, Barbatos

Come up to the attic, the text you get reads. I have something for you.

Even after everything, it's still one of Belphegor's favorite places to nap. You gently push open the door, half expecting him to already be asleep, but even though he's sitting comfortably on the bed, he's definitely awake and looks uncharacteristically nervous.

"What's up, Belphie?" you ask, taking a seat next to him.

"I told you, I have something for you." He passes you an envelope patterned like the worn cover of an old leather-bound book.

Inside, there's a single slip of paper, with just a short handwritten story describing the night he made the pact with you. You tilt your head at him with some confusion. "Thanks...? It's very sweet, but...what's this for?"

"Trust." A small smile tugs at his mouth, though he himself hardly even notices. "I told you I believe actions speak louder than words, didn't I? So here it is. All of my trust."

Gifted Locket

A much more direct way of courtship, some demons have partaken in the tradition of gifting a locket to their intended partner.

While this might sound rather ordinary on the surface, there is something particularly special about these lockets -- they are imbued with a special, intimate magic.

When one opens the locket, it pulses with the other's heartbeat -- mirroring it in real time.

It also feels warm, as if you are holding the other's hand instead of the locket.

Favored by: Mammon, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Beelzebub has never really been one to particularly fuss about with over-the-top romantic gestures, but with his brothers all fighting over you all the time, he wants to do something to express his feelings to you too.

"I wanted to give this to you," he says sweetly, handing you a lovely red jewelry box.

Inside, you find a beautiful, intricately designed locket, and to your surprise, it quickly warms in your hand when you click it open. And even more surprisingly, it begins pulsing as well.

He holds his hands over yours, mirroring the warmth from the locket. "So you can hold my hand any time you want," he explains with a gentle smile.

"Thank you, Beel. It's wonderful." You rest your head against his chest, feeling how the rhythm of the locket perfectly matches the reassuring, steady beat of his heart.

The Boutonniere's Challenge

At high-class Devildom weddings, it's common practice to serve something called a boutonniere elixir, a special kind of sparkling demonus with a single flower floating atop.

On its own, the drink tastes somewhat plain, much like any other kind of sparkling demonus.

However, if two individuals hold the chalice at the same time, even for just a moment, the cup reacts by warming up to represent the strength of their connection -- the hotter it becomes, the better a match they are.

The demonus inside, in turn, also transforms, lighting up and bubbling over, and becomes infused with the taste of the flower inside.

It is considered incredible good luck for both the pair and the marrying couple when a chalice of boutonniere elixir is spilled from the abrupt searing heat.

However, due to the pain of burning their hands on the goblet, it is often referred to as the "Boutonniere's Challenge."

Favored by: Satan, Asmodeus, Barbatos

"What a beautiful wedding!" you remark, clinking your glass against those of the others around you.

Just then, someone bumps your arm, causing the cup to start to slip from your fingers when one pristine butler quickly rushes to catch it. But, at the sudden feeling of searing heat against your fingertips and blinding light against your eyes, it only serves to make both of you drop it. "Ow!" you cry.

To your utter confusion, this somehow sends a wave of applause rippling through the entire wedding crowd.

With an apologetic smile, Barbatos takes your hand and pulls you towards him, completely ignoring the fallen chalice. "My apologies, MC, I should have been more careful, but it would appear that the cups think we're a good match. Now...let me heal that burn on your fingertips. Perhaps with a kiss?"

BONUS: Ceremonial Proposal Knives

When one wants to propose in the Devildom, they do so with beautiful, intricate ceremonial knives.

At the base of the blade, the proposing demon inscribes their personal sigil on one side and the intended recipient's sigil on the other, making each knife unique to the pair.

The handles, which can be made of various magical materials -- bone, onyx, gold, the wood of a special tree, etc. -- are personalized with engravings.

These engravings can tell a small story, or just be very symbolic of the relationship the involved parties share.

What makes these knives most special of all is that it is customary to infuse a part of oneself into the knife -- whether it be a feather, a scale, their venom, or blood, they are giving a part of themself to you.

If the recipient chooses to accept, the two of them hold hands over the blade, cutting their palms open to form a blood pact in the shared wounds.

The shared blood then seeps into the blade, imbuing it with both their magical energies.

let’s all get along, like adults…

Im never becoming old and I’m never dying so God can figure that one out on his own. Not my problem

their unconventional love languages !

✸ ft. suna, matsukawa, sakusa, akaashi, & atsumu

✸ info + warnings: fluff

✸ SUNA loves taking naps with you. it used to be easy for him to fall asleep anywhere and at any time, but ever since the two of you got together, he finds it much more desirable to have you wrapped in his arms while he drifts off into a restful slumber. he’s gotten so used to having your presence beside him in his bed or on top of him on the couch that he has trouble falling asleep when you aren’t with him. the steady rise and fall of your breathing joined with the warmth of your body against his is enough to have suna’s eyes fluttering and lips parting, soft snores filling the otherwise silent room. you always wake before him and are left with the duty of being his human alarm clock. your efforts to rouse him are almost always are fruitless, as he only tightens his hold on you and begs for five more minutes through groans thick with sleep and lazy kisses pressed to the pulse on your neck.

✸ MATSUKAWA shows that he’s always thinking of you by constantly texting you. his messages range from thoughtful “good morning”s to dumb memes accompanied by “lol you” to text pranks he’s seen online that he can’t resist trying on you. he can’t help but smile when he sees the three little dots bouncing—a sign that you’re typing out a response. no matter your reply, his chest always rumbles with laughter upon reading the words displayed on his screen. he’s thoroughly content when his silly photos are met with some of your own and beyond entertained when he finally catches you with a prank you haven’t already seen. even when you berate him for losing focus at work and spending time on his phone when he’s not supposed to, all he can do is smirk and brush it off. he knows that he has other priorities, but whenever he sees something that reminds him of you, he’s quick to let you know that you’re on his mind.

✸ SAKUSA stays up late to spend time with you. after long days of grueling practice, eventful matches, and traveling, the only thing that used to be on sakusa’s mind was taking a hot shower and collapsing on the bed to get some much-needed rest. the shower still stands, but ever since he’s started coming home to you greeting him from the bed, he’s more willing to sacrifice a couple hours of sleep to talk about your day or tell you about his. a small smile finds its way to his lips at the way you rant about a rude encounter over the blow-dryer with a raised voice. he’s tempted to let his eyes drift shut as you card your fingers through his curls, making sure none of the hair is still wet. but he perseveres, responding to your ramblings with soft hums as he lays beside you. it doesn’t matter how long his day was or how tired he is when walking through the door—kiyoomi tries his hardest to dedicate as much time to you as he can before sleep takes over him.

✸ AKAASHI lends you his favorite books. the margins are littered with jottings of his written thoughts and highlighted text of the lines that stuck out most to him. he always apologizes for how messy they are, but the discussions you two have makes his nearly illegible handwriting the least of his worries. even if you don’t have the same taste as him or prefer a genre he wouldn’t normally read, he finds himself wandering to that section of the bookstore he frequents to skim over the summaries of those stories to see if they sound like something you might be interested in. at least two always make their way into the pile he carries to the register. he reads them first, taking note of his favorite parts and passages that he knows you’ll enjoy before handing the book off to you. he loves seeing how excited you get upon finishing them and swears he could listen to each and every one of your words without ever getting bored.

✸ ATSUMU calls you cute nicknames in favor of your actual name. he rarely ever uses your full name anymore, always opting for a shortened version of it or a different pet name entirely. it doesn’t stem from his playful annoyance, but, rather, atsumu’s desire to share something between just the two of you. as soon as people start picking up on the name and calling you such, he’s on a mission to come up with one that’s uniquely his. maybe it’s childish to want to keep something as trivial as a nickname to himself, but at some point, the name becomes reserved for when the two of you are alone or around strangers who aren’t likely to be listening in on your conversations. of course he feels special addressing you as an exclusive name that’s only ever muttered by him, but the fact that you’re able to tell it’s him whenever you hear the string of letters you’ve grown to answer to is what atsumu loves most about it—and he hopes you feel the same.

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