Masterlist of...masterlists!

Because I’ve now got so many masterlists, I thought I’d make a post where you can find links to them all in one place!

HCs/drabbles:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Fanfictions:

Diavolo sacrifices MC (Diavolo x MC x Lucifer), Like Father Like Son (Lucifer x MC x Satan), Mammon visits MC in the human realm (Diavolo x MC x Lucifer)

The Point of No Return (Diavolo x MC x Lucifer)

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Part 1

“I wondered if perhaps you’d care to dance with me?” - Diavolo x MC

Context: MC is getting some fresh air at one of Diavolo’s balls where he finally gets to spend some time alone with her.

FLUFFY

I thought of this while listening to the song “Mon amour” AKA France’s Eurovision entry from last year #BANGER

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MC smiled to herself as her gaze fell across the lit kingdom in front of her. She’d wanted some fresh air having spent so long inside Diavolo’s palace for the ball. And with the brothers pulling her left right and centre all evening, she also wanted some time alone.

With her hands leaning on the stone balcony, she anticipated company when she heard the music inside suddenly crescendo; the door to the balcony being opened.

Turning on her heel, MC looked to see who had joined her.

“Lord Diavolo,” she spoke softly, surprised to be seeing him of all demons.

Closing the door behind him, the Prince stepped up to the human.

“MC,” he greeted with a smile, “I was wondering how long it’d be before I could get a moment alone with you.”

MC returned the cheery expression he had on his face. “You know what they’re like.” She half laughed, referring to the brothers.

“That I do!” He responded, taking his place next to MC. “Like moths to a flame they are, and who can blame them!”

Gazing up at him, MC quickly took in his appearance. Handsome as ever.

“Are you enjoying your evening, Lord Diavolo?” MC asked, her eyes still glued to the demon.

“Please MC, you do not need to use formalities around me.” He chuckled, turning his body to face her, “I only want you to call me Diavolo.”

“Okay,” she responded with a ghost of a smirk on her lips, “are you enjoying your evening, Diavolo?”

“Why yes actually, MC, I am! How lovely of you to ask.” He joked with a big cheery grin.

The human laughed at him, feeling her cheeks grow warm. “Me too,” she responded, “you certainly do know how to throw a soirée.”

“Well I’ve had plenty of years to practice.” Diavolo quipped, turning his focus to MC, “although that does bring me onto why I wanted to seek you out here tonight.”

Curious, MC raised a brow at Diavolo; almost feeling the warmth from his body with how close they were. “Oh?” She spoke.

“I wondered if perhaps you’d care to dance with me?” He asked confidently.

“Dance?” MC grinned, wondering if perhaps he were joking.

“Yes!” He confirmed with a chuckle; sensing the human’s suspicion. “All other noble demons have been doing so all night and I wanted to do the same. However, every time I looked your way it seemed your attention was already taken.”

MC found his gesture adorable. Trying to hide just how warm it made her feel, she kept her cool by shooting a sly smile his way.

“You know I can’t dance, don’t you?” She asked, raising a brow, cheeks growing hotter and hotter by the second.

“I’ll teach you.” He insisted with a smooth grin.

Holding out a hand for the human, Diavolo studied MC’s expression vigorously. His amber eyes encapsulated everything they could from the way hair fell across her face to the subtle freckles that appeared on her complexion.

She was otherworldly to him. Quite literally, but extremely figuratively.

Eyes flickering toward Diavolo’s outstretched arm, MC let her a quick breath. “Okay, I’ll dance.” She agreed.

Lifting her own hand, she placed her fingers in his palm. His skin was warm to touch but not clammy. In fact, his hands were surprisingly soft.

Unsurprisingly, Diavolo’s hand was far larger than MC’s but even so, he gripped her softly as he wrapped his fingers over her own.

He had a big smile on his face after MC accepted his wishes.

“I’m sure you’ll be a natural!” He commented, gently guiding the human toward him.

“I highly doubt it.” She quipped, earning a laugh from Diavolo.

“Nonsense.” He replied quietly, taking MC’s other arm and draping it over his shoulder before gesturing toward the small space between their bodies. “May I?”

“You may.” MC spoke softly; her lips curling into a smile.

With his free hand, Diavolo slowly traced it across MC’s hip; teasing her as he manoeuvred it behind her body.

MC could feel her skin grow hot when she felt Diavolo’s large hand sink it’s way into her body. His arm wrapped itself around her waist agonisingly slow as he pulled her closer to him.

“Is this okay?” He asked softly, his amber eyes staring deep into hers.

MC was nearly lost for words. Inside she was screaming “YES” but on the outside she could only muster a quick nod.

“Good.” He answered, noticing how the human flustered beneath his touch. A subtle smirk appeared on his rosy lips.

Guiding the human, Diavolo began taking slow steps. MC tried to follow his movements carefully, but truth be told her focus was elsewhere.

She smiled at him as their bodies moved across the balcony; the quiet humming of the orchestra inside providing the melodies. Stood on the other side of the balcony doors was Barbatos; the curtains were pulled shut as he guarded their privacy.

“See, MC? If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were a Princess in your past life.” Diavolo quipped, breaking the silence.

MC let out a laugh at his line; the sound being music to his ears.

“Diavolo that was really bad.” She commented.

The demon laughed with her, enjoying the intimacy they shared.

Although he wished they could spend the rest of the evening on the balcony, Diavolo knew his lack of presence would soon be noticed inside.

Nevertheless, he savoured every passing second he shared with MC.

Their eyes never averted as their faces remained focused on each other’s. MC’s lips were parted as she took in Diavolo’s scent; drawing her in deeper to him.

But as the composition inside the ballroom came to an end, so did their dance.

They shared a warm smile as Diavolo’s touch lingered before he reluctantly pulled out of their embrace.

“Thank you, MC.” He spoke softly. “That was everything I imagined it would be and more.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Diavolo.” The human smiled at him.

Momentarily, Diavolo remained quiet as his mind began to ponder. His eyes found her soft gaze and he swiftly melted under it.

“Perhaps you could join me inside?” He suggested, “I wish for them to see you with me.”

“Who?” MC asked curiously, her eyebrows furrowing.

“Everyone.”

Diavolo helps MC house hunt in the human world

Hello old friends! Are you still here?😂

I have a routine of coming back on Tumblr once or twice a year to read Obey!Me content for the memories and this time round I delved too deep and it made me want to write something again. I’m still a sucker for Diavolo lol

Anyway I’ll see you in another 4/5 years time! I hope you’re all doing well xx

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“This one looks nice.” Diavolo commented as his eyes studied the house in front of him and MC.

The Prince of Devildom was visiting MC in the human realm for a few days and had agreed to help her view properties while she sought out a new home.

MC: Lucifer?

Lucifer: yes, MC?

MC: if I got turned into a worm would you still love me?

Lucifer: well I love you now don’t I? Even though you can be an irritating cockroach from time to time

MC: ouch

*MC returning to Devildom after dying*

Lucifer *astonished*: what are you doing here??

MC: I’m dead

Lucifer: well yes I gathered that but why aren’t you in heaven?!

MC: *flashbacks to the double ended dildo she bought and named after Beel/Belphie*

MC: I don’t know

The Point of No Return - Part 6/???, Diavolo x MC x Lucifer

Read Parts 1-5 here!

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“You needn’t worry about her, Lucifer.” Diavolo insisted, “MC will always be safe while she is in my company.”

“Yes, my Lord.” Lucifer nodded.

Although that wasn’t actually what he was concerned about.

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Satisfied with Lucifer’s response, Diavolo nodded before smiling once again.

“Well if that concludes our conversation, I’ll go and seek out MC if she’s free.” He stated, walking toward the door.

Lucifer opened his mouth to speak but stopped himself. Instead, he frowned as he watched Diavolo leave the room. Pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers, he muttered to himself as he turned back around toward his desk.

Worry filled his mind as he stared at his workload. The only thing that seemed capable of making Lucifer relax was MC and he could feel her slipping into the grasps of Diavolo.

As he took a seat behind his desk, Lucifer’s eyes fell on the blanket on the armchair that MC had been tucked under only mere hours ago. He wondered whether he should have stayed with her rather than go to his own room.

But just as quickly as the thought entered his mind, it soon vanished again. Shaking his head, Lucifer’s focus returned to his work as he rid himself of such pathetic thoughts.

How could it be that he’d grown so protective over MC?

Meanwhile, striding down the hallways, Diavolo had a cheery grin on his face as he made his way through the house. As he approached the stair case, his large hand gripped the bannister before ascending them.

Making his way toward MC’s bedroom, he could hear her voice as he neared it. And as he appeared in the doorway, happiness filled him when his eyes fell on the human.

Sat on her bed with Asmodeus, he and MC were gossiping to each other when they noticed the colossal prince nearby. MC was busy telling the demon all about her day at the palace when Asmodeus quickly shushed her; perhaps not very subtly.

Turning around from her seat on the bed, MC raised her eyebrows after seeing Diavolo stood behind her.

“My Lord.” She breathed, “is everything okay?”

Asmodeus watched the pair of them eagerly. As soon as Diavolo had arrived that morning, he sprinted to MC’s room to tell her. Ever since finding out the human had been invited to the Prince’s palace alone, Asmodeus has been very keen to find out what was going on.

“Yes, there’s no need to look so sheepish.” Diavolo chuckled, entering the room. “I came to see how Lucifer was getting on.”

“Ah!” MC nodded with an awkward smile.

Diavolo had never come to her room alone before and with Asmo close by grinning like the Cheshire Cat, MC was lost for words.

“I expect you’re wondering why I’ve come to see you.” Diavolo chuckled, as though he could read MC’s mind, “I know we agreed for you to arrive at the palace this afternoon but I thought perhaps now that I’m here, you’d like to come with me now? Providing you’re not already occupied of course.”

He had a smile on his face as he made his offer to MC. She reciprocated the expression, surprised by him.

“Of course, my Lord.” She nodded.

“Excellent.” He grinned, “I’ll be waiting in the entranceway.”

The room was silent as Diavolo left. It wasn’t until his footsteps could no longer be heard that Asmo grabbed MC by the shoulders and turned her around.

“Right you can’t beat around the bush any longer, MC!” He insisted, “Why does Diavolo keep inviting you to the palace alone?!”

MC laughed at how enthusiastic he was and desperate to find out the truth.

“He likes to watch me play.” She admitted quietly.

“Play with what? His dick?” Asmo furrowed his eyebrows.

“No!” MC playfully shoved him on the shoulder, “it’s nothing like that, As. He found out from Lucifer that I play the piano and asked me if I’d perform at his jubilee. He invites me over to the palace so that I can practice.”

“Since when do you play an instrument?” He scrunched his face.

“Since when did you start asking me so many questions?” MC laughed as she got up.

Walking across the room, she grabbed her bag from a nearby chair while Asmo remained strewn across her bed.

“I’ll see you later.” She spoke as she hovered in the doorway.

“Let me know if he plays with your keys, won’t you?” Asmo asked with a sly grin on his face.

Rolling her eyes, MC walked away from the door. “It’s not like that!” She repeated from within the hallway.

Once she reached the staircase, her eyes fell on Diavolo who was stood at the bottom. He had his arms folded as he stared at one of the portraits on the wall; observing the demon within it.

“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, my Lord.” MC apologised as she quickly descended the steps.

Hearing her voice caused him to swiftly turn on his heel.

“Nonsense!” He beamed.

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As the pair entered the palace, MC prepared herself to walk in the direction of the room with the piano in. Beginning to take off her jacket, Diavolo quickly stopped her.

“Here.” He spoke, assisting her with the sleeve.

MC blushed at his gesture, unable to believe the fact that Prince was the one helping her. “Is Barbatos not here?” She asked sheepishly as he walked toward the cloakroom to discard her outerwear.

“I’m sure he’s here somewhere.” Diavolo chuckled.

Returning to MC’s side, he smiled warmly at her; causing the human to feel even more nervous than before.

“Now MC, I have a confession for you.” He started, immediately worrying her.

“Is everything okay, my Lord?” She questioned quickly.

“Yes, there’s no need to panic.” He assured before pausing.

Diavolo had a content look on his face as he momentarily just focused on MC.

“Then what might be wrong?” She asked quietly.

“As much as I adore your talents I was wondering if today you’d like to take a break from playing for me.” He pondered, “tell me, MC, do you like flowers?”

“Flowers?” She questioned completely baffled, with a small smile appearing on her lips.

“Yes!” Diavolo grinned, amused by her confusion, “I’ve just had Barbatos touch up the palace gardens and wondered if you’d like to see them?”

MC’s heart completely eased having just thought Diavolo was going to drop a bombshell on her. She couldn’t help but smile at the goofy grin on the Prince’s face as he anticipated her answer.

Her skin grew warm as she met eyes with Diavolo.

“You worried me, my Lord.” She chuckled, “but yes, I’d love to see the gardens.”

“Excellent!” He beamed, “follow me.”

Walking through the palace, MC remained a few steps behind as she followed Diavolo. Her eyes never left him as she pondered over what was happening.

Surely the Prince should have other matters that need attending to rather than showing one of the exchange students around the gardens? Do Simeon, Solomon and Luke also get the same treatment?

Nevertheless, MC couldn’t help herself as she realised she enjoyed being in Diavolo’s company. And the thought that he didn’t only want her in the palace to play the piano for him made her heart flutter. She was beginning to see a much more genuine side to him and she looked forward to discovering more about the Prince.

“Here we are.” He spoke as they approached a colossal, golden framed door covered in windows. Turning the handle, Diavolo opened it and gestured for MC to pass.

“Thank you.” She breathed as she stepped outside.

She’d never seen the palace gardens before and it was everything she’d imagined and more. Diavolo could see the amazement in her eyes and felt a sense of satisfaction from it.

“Well, MC, you are my guest so please tell me: what would you like to see first?” He asked.

MC bit her lip as she thought to herself. She could already see masses of impressive topiary across the vast space in front of them. But, thinking back to the human realm, she turned her head to Diavolo.

“Do you have roses?” She asked.

“Roses?” He repeated, surprised. Usually when anybody was shown the gardens, they immediately expected to see the bush maze or vineyard, “yes, I have plenty of them.” He smiled.

Walking down the marble steps, the stones at the bottom crunched as Diavolo stepped foot on the path. Glancing over his shoulder, he held a hand out to MC as she carefully walked down behind him; trying to avoid slipping on the wet patches on each step.

As she looked up and saw Diavolo’s extended arm, her eyebrows raised.

“Not to sound rude but you look like a deer on ice.” He joked, “Allow me to help you.”

MC’s face immediately went red at Diavolo’s comment before she sheepishly lifted her hand and placed it in his large one. He gripped her gently as he steadied her body. With his support, MC made it to the stone path. The slippery steps were the least of her worries after the way she felt her heart thud at Diavolo’s contact.

“Right this way.” He guided as he let go of the human’s hand to direct her to the rose bushes.

The pair of them travelled around the side of the palace, with MC gawping at everything they passed. She’d seen gardens back in the human realm but none of them compared to Diavolo’s.

Remaining quiet as she absorbed her surroundings, MC let out a breath as they reached their destination.

“Roses: as requested.” Diavolo nodded with a grin.

MC smiled as her eyes fell on the rows and rows of various coloured flowers. They reminded her of home and how her Mother would always buy MC a bouquet every time she visited.

“They’re beautiful.” She gushed, stepping forward to appreciate them more.

Diavolo didn’t say anything as he watched MC admire her surroundings.

With his hands in his pockets, the Prince had rosey cheeks as his gaze never left the human’s wandering body.

“I’ve never seen anything like it!” MC spoke, causing him to laugh. “I wish my garden looked like this.”

Shaking his head, Diavolo chuckled to himself before his focus turned to one of the bushes that was beside him. Turning his body, he carefully pinched the stem of one of the white roses before plucking it from the rest. He made sure to pick the biggest, most beautiful one.

He slowly stepped forward to where MC was currently stood before holding out the flower to her. “Here.” He spoke, “one for you to take home seeing as you love them so much.”

MC turned her head and bit her lip. She admired the sight before her: Diavolo looking as handsome as ever with a rose between his fingers.

“Thank you, my Lord.” She smiled, accepting his gift. “You’ve been very kind to me.”

“It’s my job.” He returned the smile.

MC nodded sheepishly as her eyes fell on the rose he’d offered her. Meanwhile, Diavolo found himself staring at the human again.

Yes, he did enjoy her company. He enjoyed it very much so.

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A/N: well Diavolo certainly showed his Princey charms in this chapter! I wonder if MC will tell anybody about the rose he gave her. After all, it’s purely a professional relationship they have, right??

The brothers playing Monopoly

Lucifer:

Mammon:

Levi:

Satan:

Asmo:

Beel:

Belphie:

Who are you most like out of the above?

Diavolo: *walks into room not wearing his usual jacket*

MC *whispering*: damn Diavolo’s got buns

Lucifer *seething*: stop that pining at once, MC!

Diavolo *hearing them both*: do you not like my perky bottom too, Lucifer?

Lucifer: kill me now

Diavolo sacrifices MC for his own gain, CHAPTER 2, Part 1/???

Read Chapter 1 here!

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Eyes flickering to the couple, Diavolo felt sickened to see them together. His stare never left MC as they disappeared out of the colosseum together; not bothering to give Diavolo a second glance.

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Still panting, Diavolo failed to comprehend what had just happened. His hand hovered over his tender skin where MC had just had her fingers wrapped around his neck.

In all of his life he’d never felt so much power exerted from another. Nobody had ever came close to his dominance until now.

And as his mind was plagued with thoughts of the human, he realised he’d made a huge mistake.

Diavolo never should have felt intimidated by MC; he should have never tried to rid her from his concerns. No, he realised that now. Still feeling his reddened skin, Diavolo closed his eyes as he recollected the feeling of MC’s touch on him. The way he could feel her vibrant soul radiate with anger and how good it felt.

At first he feared MC and her power but now he was only amazed by it.

His heart thumped in his chest at the memory of her and his mind relished the thought of seeing her use her strength against his enemies.

And then, as a malicious grin spread across his lips, Diavolo chuckled lowly to himself. “You insolent fool.” He shook his head.

He needed that feeling back; he needed MC’s touch on him.

Diavolo couldn’t believe how ignorant he’d been. Imagine how unstoppable he’d be with MC by his side. Imagine the power they’d cherish together.

Rolling his neck, he adjusted his collar as he took slow steps out of the colosseum.

He vowed to himself that MC would be his.

As he pulled the colossal door shut behind him and hexed the lock, he dissipated into the air; leaving nothing but a purple, nebulous cloud behind him.

Appearing back in his chamber in the palace, Diavolo paced the floor as he began removing his crimson jacket. He ran a large hand through his auburn hair as his mind ticked; wondering how on Earth he’d go about winning MC for himself after he’d just got her to sacrifice herself for him.

He seethed to himself for being so rash before. Growing hotter, he began unbuttoning his black shirt before resting his palms on the large dresser in the corner of the room. His sweaty, toned torso was revealed from the gape in his shirt. And as he tensed, his muscles protruded beneath the fabric.

Glancing up, he was met by his reflection in the gold framed mirror in front of him. His Amber eyes studied the reflection carefully; noting every scar that decorated his skin; the way his teeth would end with a point; the dark glint that would flicker in iris’...and that’s when it hit him.

People feared Diavolo. And why? Because they knew what he was capable of. It was one of the reasons the Prince was so closed off, with very few demons around him. Once people understood his capabilities, they never dared to defy him.

Pouring himself a glass of whisky, he brought the crystal tumbler to his lips before taking a long sip of the strong liquid. And as he felt it swish down his throat, he let out a low moan.

His eyes rolled back into his skull as he could still feel the stinging sensation on his neck.

“It won’t be long.” He spoke in a low tone to himself before meeting his eyes in the mirror again, “I once thought I could control my strengths. It won’t be long until they fear you too.”

Stepping back from the dresser, he slowly paced toward the grand windows that decorated one edge of his chamber. Resting against the frame, he took another sip of his drink as his eyes fell across Devildom under the moonlight.

She was out there somewhere. She was out there loathing Diavolo for what he did.

“And I’ll be here to catch you when they push you away.”

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A/N: so we’re back, baby! What are your thoughts on Diavolo’s change of heart?

*MC walking into hers and Diavolo’s bedroom*

MC: did you try on the clothes I got you for tonight?

Diavolo *from the ensuite*: I did my darling but I’m afraid they don’t quite fit

Diavolo *entering room wearing MC’s dress around his thighs*: I wanted to see how it’d look but didn’t want to rip it!

MC:

MC: babe that’s from my bag, your bag is that one *points across room*

Diavolo:

Diavolo: oh

Diavolo sacrifices MC for his own gain, CHAPTER 2 TEASER

That’s right - it’s back baby.

Want to read Chapter 1? Find it here!😀

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Still panting, Diavolo failed to comprehend what had just happened. His hand hovered over his tender skin where MC had just had her fingers wrapped around his neck.

In all of his life he’d never felt so much power exerted from another. Nobody had ever came close to his dominance until now.

And as his mind was plagued with thoughts of the human, he realised he’d made a huge mistake.

Diavolo never should have felt intimidated by MC; he should have never tried to rid her from his concerns. No, he realised that now. Still feeling his reddened skin, Diavolo closed his eyes as he recollected the feeling of MC’s touch on him. The way he could feel her vibrant soul radiate with anger and how good it felt.

At first he feared MC and her power but now he was only amazed by it.

His heart thumped in his chest at the memory of her and his mind relished the thought of seeing her use her strength against his enemies.

And then, as a malicious grin spread across his lips, Diavolo chuckled lowly to himself. “You insolent fool.” He shook his head.

He needed that feeling back; he needed MC’s touch on him.

Diavolo couldn’t believe how ignorant he’d been. Imagine how unstoppable he’d be with MC by his side. Imagine the power they’d cherish together.

Rolling his neck, he adjusted his collar as he took slow steps out of the colosseum.

He vowed to himself that MC would be his.