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sorry for not posting guys i’ve been so sick :( requests are still open btw! hope all of u have the best week ever :>

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POV: Me being a Belphie stan/j

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/ 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞 /

\ humans were much more fragile than he thought. \ ft. mammon x gn!mc | careless scars | wc ≈ 1.0K

"What's.. I... how do ya even injure yourself like THIS!?"

"I... don't know...?"

You gave an awkward smile. Eyes shaking from what remained of the adrenaline rush, your hands resting atop your stomach while you lie down on the couch.

"Oh for fuck's sake, treasure," Mammon cursed, removing his sunglasses as he pinches the bridge of his nose. Seriously, you barely even started your day. There you were: bedridden and partly immobile, with every sway of your leg hurting a tad more than the last.

Not that you can say anything, but it was a careless accident.

...

It was more careless than it was accidental. The shelves within the grand library at the House of Lamentation were far beyond your reach. By genius design, you had no choice but to use the dark spook tree ladder that was left isolated to the corner shelves.

You could try to use magic, though you are unfamiliar with the general book's looks, for you only knew the title and the name of the author. 'course you also had the option to ask Satan for guidance, but the blonde had whisked himself away to the barricaded doors of the attic --- who knew what he and the youngest had planned for their measly prank.

And who knew how slippery unattended furniture can get.

You have not a choice: by deduction, the best course of action was to use the ladder and manually look for it yourself.

With the success of finding the book, surely a long, carpentered, intricately designed slab of wood wouldn't betray you. Now would it?

The first step downward was manageable.

The second step caused the old ladder to wobble, near stumbling back to the floor; yet otherwise stood still as you maintained balance.

As the third step came, as if by some imaginary liquid, you missed. You lost your grip.

There you came tumbling down with the sharp wooden edges grazing against your leg. And then you landed on the floor, upright, yes, but your left leg stuck against the fifth to the last step.

Your leg a swollen red, a long scratch from your ankle stretched upward towards the lower knee - where blood dripped down the open scar.

"Shhh...f-" you hissed, taking your leg off the ladder and- oh. You might've misplaced a bone there. You had to drag your leg up to a nearby couch, taking sharp deep breaths to take your mind off the pain.

...

So that was the story. When you told Mammon the first time, he gave you a dumbfounded look. Nonetheless, when he found you, he was worried as hell.

Beyond the grave.

But the golden boy had to rush and rummage through every cabinet to find the human-safe emergency kit. You admit, it was adorable watching him slip from his "superiority" facade.

Ahhhh.. your train of thought came to a halt at the stinging sensation. Causing your leg to jerk up, but Mammon held it down by the knee.

"Aye- Don't move," he said, while he tried to gently disinfect the scar with the isopropyl alcohol. Not a sensation you weren't familiar with, but god it burns.

"I'm sorry, but, could you please go a little faster?"

"Ya sure, human?" he scoffed. His finger traced along the long bump of the scratch, watching the skin scorch crimson before he shook his head. "Nuh uh."

You tilt your head up to get a better look at your golden boy, raising a brow. "What do you mean 'nuh uh'?"

"Ain't no way I'm leavin' ya alone after pullin' that stunt."

"It's just once!" You raised your hands in feigned surrender. "I'll be careful next time."

Mammon huffed his cheeks in a pout, grabbing the wool bandage off the red box. Carefully wrapping it around your calf, careful not to put too much pressure on your shin, lest you kick his face.

"Bullshit," he muttered. There were more words said, yet you couldn't seem to make them out. His usual voice in an ever soft tone: slurred words that only he could comprehend.

You did manage to catch a string of words. "not on my fuckin' watch you aren't" while he tries to fix the jumbled up bandage.

Seriously, it looked good but tying it together had always been a challenge. After all, the great avatar of greed was more known for breaking things unloose, not putting them back together.

He tried. Mammon tried. Not the best of the best, but Mammon tried his best.

You can't help but give a soft smile, watching him mumble curses as he finally figured out how to tidy up the loose ends: finding the metallic clip and pinching it on there in hopes that it sticks.

He lifts his gaze one more time to meet yours. This time, Mammon was the one raising his brow. Looking annoyed, but his intrigue was betrayed by the curious glint of his tinted sapphire eyes.

"Whatcha lookin' at me for?"

A small chuckle escaped your lips, tilting your head to the side. "Thank you."

Two words. Mammon scoffed, averting his gaze. "S-shut up. Of course ya should thank me!!" as by virtue it is a great honour to be served by the GREAT Mammon.

Though you lay there, smiling like an idiot in his eyes. How you're transfixed with the cherry red creeping up on his tan cheeks, how he subconsciously purse his lips, puffing his cheeks to not let his words betray him. How despite everything he says, he still works his way to tend to you.

To care for you. To love you.

Or to simply keep you company when no one else could. Honestly, it made the future all the less scary. The uncertainty is all the less terrifying. The possibility of your bones giving up just feels all the more natural than ill-driven.

While selfish, greedy to an extent, you figured worrying in the future might just be a hoax. A fantasy in your head.

They say to get your head out the gutter, yet you couldn't help but examine each worse case scenario.

And if it's with him to your aid? It will all feel right.

note.s : lesson learned, always watch your step when climbing down ladders.

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you can't tell me he didn't see at least a glimpse of a younger Gin in Aya

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They're in a group chat <3

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grocery shopping with them

note. some hc’s cause i'm vv bored rn, enjoy!

lucifer 

he's a list-maker. has a super long list he will stick to no matter what. doesn’t let anyone get anything that isn’t on the list. only makes an exception for you sometimes. “do you have to get that, y/n? i know for a fact you won’t like it” “but it looks good” cue the pout lucifer can never say no to “fine, but don’t tell the other's i let you get that, okay?”  

mammon 

will get anything and everything in sight. doesn’t matter if he likes it or not; if it looks good, he’s getting it. you know those kids who fill up the cart with stuff they want when their mom isn’t looking. yeah that’s mammon. “mammon, where did this come from?” you ask, holding a box you don’t remember putting in the cart. “eh, no idea” “i’ll go put it back-” “wait don’t do that! i mean, it was in the cart so we might as well get it” 

leviathan 

doesn’t really go that often, but will go with you every time if you ask. gets snacks for himself, but he takes so long to pick stuff that you sometimes get bored and wander off. “i’m gonna get this—oh, and this too—lucifer would never let me get this, he’s so annoy- wait y'n, where did you go?!” almost starts crying until he finds you in the next aisle. “why did you leave me?!” “levi, i was right here, and you were taking ages to pick” doesn’t let go of you for the rest of the trip. 

satan

goes in only to get treats for the cats he feeds. doesn’t really care about anything else except, of course, when you go with him, he’ll get your things too. does get a bit lost in the pet food aisle because he’s kinda picky with the treats he gets. only the best for his lil fur babies.

asmodeus 

probably the worst brother to go with. you wanna go shopping for clothes? jewellery?  makeup?  he’s your guy, but groceries? really y/n, that’s so boring. but he loves you and can’t say no to you so he’ll go anyway. don’t let him anywhere near the cart; he will obliterate your ankles. “oh i’m so sorry, darling! are you okay? does that hurt? i think we should go to the hospital.” “i’m okay asmo, as long as you just stay away from the cart, yeah?” 

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I did a thing :3

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with that said, day 2 with that one lovely scene bones did not animate for some reason

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hi hi!! just here to say that i love your blog!! <3

hiiii! you’re so sweet! thank youu !!! :>

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sillies !

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you fall asleep on a classmate's shoulder

with lucifer + belphie

note: this was request but had to delete the first one cause it won't show up on the tags :< send me reqs plss (not proofread)

lucifer 

he’s seething. it’s taking everything in him to not grab the demon by his neck right now, and the smug smile on the guy's face isn’t helping. he came into your class to give you something, and he’s greeted with your head on your classmate's shoulder while you sleep peacefully.  he walks up to your side, trying his best to gather himself. “get up, y/n!” he almost yells, drawing the attention of a few other students. “y/n” “y/n!” “what- oh hey lucifer, what're you doing here?” you smile up at him, but it quickly fades when you notice his expression. “w-why do you look like that? did i do something?” “you were sleeping in class; this is why i told you to go to bed early. anyway, pay attention to class now and i will decide on a punishment for you once you get home." “what- no lucifer!” good luck going home that day. 

belphegor 

pls tell him he’s not seeing what he thinks he’s seeing. is that you?cozied up?  with that stupid demon? he was already mad that you didn’t sit beside him in the first place, and now he wakes up from his nap to see you laying on top of some demon. You must have a death wish mc. literally takes a pencil from his desk and throws it at you. his aim is perfect, so it hits you right in the head, and you jolt awake from the impact. you look around frantically trying to figure out who did it then you hear your boyfriends cackle from the back. “belphie! wtf did you do this?!” “yeah, that’s what you get for getting so cosy with that idiot over there." “i accidentally fell asleep! you could've just called me, that pencil hurt!” “aww, did it? why don't you ask your new boyfriend over there to kiss it better?" “shut up!”

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cooking chef

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Fondness for familiarity 🩵🤍

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