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im having a tighnari brain rot

this is my first time writing any sort of fic, im sorry that its so short :( if you have any suggestions on how to write better please lmk :D if you read this tysm for your time

taking care of u while ur sick

g//n reader

no warnings i dont think<3

probably a lil ooc idk much abt his lore

tighnari is always prepared for situations like this, he could give you an effective medicine to cure any illness. though when he asks you if you want any, you decline, claiming that he's the only thing you need right now. you don't want him to leave even for a second.

now this was certainly something he wasn't prepared for.

you cling onto his arm as he tries to get up. "i really think you should let me get you something of aid." he spoke, purely logical, he was certainly interested in why you were so keen on him staying, but he didnt want to pry you in your weakend state.

you pushed yourself to sit in an upright position, facing him directly. "dont you get it? i already have something of aid. youre really helping me just by being here, why would you want to argue when im asking you to stay?"

for that, tighnari didnt know exactly what to say. he never imagined you thought so highly of him, hed never known anyone who preferred his company over medicinal treatment. "i didnt think.."

you pulled him closer, hugging him tightly, resting your head on his shoulder.

"i dont have the energy to talk much right now, just stay here, please? i wanna rest with you by my side."

tighnari felt as though this whole time he failed to care for you, so now he knew what to do. he pushed you back until you were lying down again, keeping himself wrapped in your warm embrace. he didnt say anything more as your eyes gently shut, he held you tightly, rubbing your shoulder with his loose hand.

as you fell asleep, his mind began working once more. he was still a bit confused about how he could put you at ease so quickly, but he didnt think on it too hard. he assumed he would want to get up after lying motionless for a while, but he found himself enjoying the peacefulness. he began to grow tired as well, he could definitely get used to this.

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"do you love me?" —pt 1

feat. gn!reader x lucifer, mammon, leviathan

cw. intrusive thoughts, self doubt, angst and comfort

note. reposting so hopefully it'll show up in the tags this time :/ also do not follow me if you are a blank blog, I will softblock.

pt 2.

lucifer

You’d had a rough day. Nothing seemed to go right, and now you wanted comfort. Lucifer was sitting at his desk with a large pile of paperwork while you were wrapped up in a soft blanket on his bed waiting for him. You knew how important it was that he finished his work, but you couldn’t help but crave his affection as intrusive thoughts dragged your mood low enough for doubt to sabotage you.

“Do you love me?” you asked timidly, though the avatar of pride heard you loud and clear. He was at first struck with the funny feeling of you doubting him before he picked up on the quiet attitude you’d had since coming home from RAD. 

He turned around with a small smile, one he hoped was at least a little comforting, and replied, “Would you like me to put my work on hold in favor of showing you just how much I love you?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he was already making his way toward you as he spoke. He hung up his cloak and sat on the bed, pulling you into his lap and kissing your hairline, swaying gently side to side as if rocking a baby. 

Though he didn’t exactly answer your question verbally, you knew he was genuine and cared for you deeply. 

mammon

Mammon wasn’t exactly forward, and while you were usually sure about his feelings (after all, he’s not very good at hiding them), you needed him to be honest with you sometimes as a little reassurance. Especially since now you seemed to be drowning in melancholy.

Making your way to his room, you heard the background noise of an old Harrison Porter movie and the clinking of Grimm as they were being counted. You entered slowly, making a beeline for the demon on the couch.

“Oi, why’re ya cryin’?” He exclaimed, opening his arms for you to snuggle into. “If someone’s botherin’ ya, the Great Mammon will take care of ‘em!” You shook your head as best you could while pressed against him.

“Do you love me?” 

You felt his breath hitch and his movements stutter before he squeezed you tighter, tucking your head under his chin so you wouldn’t notice his blush. “Of course!” He huffed.

“Say it.” You fiddled with the hem of his shirt. You appreciated his affection and his enthusiastic confirmation, but even though you were feeling down, you couldn’t help but tease him a little. 

“Really gonna make me say it…” Mammon grumbled under his breath before he took a deep breath. “I love ya. I love ya a lot, okay? So don’t go to anyone else when ya need comfort. Only the Great Mammon gets to cheer ya up, ya hear?”

leviathan

Even though you had a long day and just wanted to sleep away the low spirits, you also didn’t want to let Levi down when he asked you to play DevilKart with him. So, you sat beside him in your own gaming chair he’d ordered for you and raced. 

As per usual, the two of you kept up some lighthearted banter. You’d turn too lightly and miss the curve, falling off the track. ‘You suck,’ he’d giggle. You knew he wasn’t serious, he never was, so why were tears forming? 

“Do you love me?” The avatar of envy had never slammed on the brakes so hard, especially not just in front of the finish line. As the AI players finished before him, he turned to you in shock.

“W-what? O-o-of course I do, how could I n-not?” He stammered as his face grew red enough to compete with Lord Diavolo’s hair. “Y-you’re like Henry in real life! You always listen to me ramble and you actually care about what I say and you never call my interests stupid and…” 

He went on and on, but since he was avoiding your gaze to hide his blush, he didn’t notice the tears you were shedding upon hearing his compliments. His hand had moved from his controller to the back of his neck and you grabbed it, squeezing and putting it back on the joystick. 

You leaned your head on his shoulder, murmuring, “Thank you, Levi, it means a lot to hear you say that. A few more rounds, shall we?”

© kage7ama 2022. do not modify, translate, or repost my works on any platform.

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I LOVE THIS SM

Hey! How are you? ✨ I hope you're doing well. Sad mammon and lucifer ..? MC COMFORTING SAD MAMMON AND LUCIFER (separate) ?! I've had this idea for a long time in my head it's just bouncing around. (sorry English bad)

Hello, @shadycookiediplomatllama !

Thank you for the request. I am doing well and I hope you are too.

If anything’s wrong with the fanfiction or you disliked what I wrote please tell me and I’ll re-write it for you.

Mammon

He hates this. He hates how his brothers look at him, he hates how they speak to him, but most of all he hates how they treat him.

He understands some brotherly teasing every now and then but they always have to hit him where it really hurts.

He fears that if he cry’s his brothers will mock him for being such a sensitive demon.

He feels as though every time they make fun of him a wound is drawn deeper into his heart, threatening to burst one day.

And today happened to be that day.

He felt weak. Weaker then he’s ever been before. He didn’t understand why today turned so horrible so quick. He had been good all day, not even letting his sin take advantage of him.

So why the hell did this happen?

Mc had asked how life use to be in the celestial realm and it was wonderful to bring back such beautiful memories, especially about Lilith.

Only then did Mammon assume he messed up, brining up a embarrassing thing Lucifer had done that none of the brothers could forget.

Lucifer had then said it would have been better if Lilith was the one here instead of mammon.

Everything was quiet for a while.

Even Beel had stopped eating.

The only thing that broke the silence was a single pop.

He was crying.

All his brothers looked at him with shock at the tears flowing down his face. He tried to stop but he couldn’t. He felt embarrassed and quickly left the dining table before anyone could say anything.

And now here he was, pathetically sobbing into his pillow.

A knock on the door makes him hiccup.

“Mammon? You in there?”

“G-go away!”

Out of all people, why did you come? He didn’t want you to see him like this.

He heard his door knob turn and he shuffled so that you faced his back as he buried his face deeper into the pilliow to try and conceal his cry’s.

It didn’t work.

He feels his bed creak and your arms wrap around his waist.

“Mammon, please look at me.”

He doesn’t budge, only sobbing more at the fact you care about him enough to put up with his crybaby behavior right now.

“Mammon,” you repeat again, your voice soft and angelic.

He lets go of the pillow, turning around to face you. He avoids eye contact as you reach your hand out for his chin, pulling him up to look at you.

“He didn’t mean to, you know that.”

He looks away from you again.

“But that doesn’t mean what he said wasn’t wrong and you have every right to be upset. It’s ok.”

He shifts closer to you and holds you tight, sobbing into your shoulder now.

You play with his white curls.

“Your brothers love you mammon and they would miss you just as they miss Lilith.

We all love you mammon,”

you said, giving him a small kiss.

Lucifer

How could he have been so careless? Misplacing papers that were very important to diavolo?

He dug his finger nails deeper into his scalp as he thought of some type of way to justify himself for his actions.

But he couldn’t. It was his fault. He had done something wrong. Something shameful.

His breath was shaking as he remembered what barbotos had told him.

“You couldn’t do a task as simple as that? Nevermind it, I shall do it myself as I had always done before you came around.”

He couldn’t help but let out a single tear onto the paper on his desk.

“Luci!”

Your joyful voice rang in his ears as you swung the door open.

He quickly tried to wipe his tears, but it had already been too late. You had seen his puffy eyes and trembling lip.

You quickly turned around, luci cursing himself for letting you see him like this. He felt exposed and he hated it. Thank the heavens you were leaving.

He sighs as he here’s his door shut, letting himself release a breath he didn’t know he had been holding in.

“Luci? Wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

He looked up at you in shock to see you hadn’t left, only closed the door.

Tears filled his eyes as he looked at you again, making your form blurry as you walked up to him, putting his face in your hands.

“It’s ok, you can cry.”

And that he did.

He felt terrible but better at the same time.

“P-please leave,” he hiccuped, “I’m embarrassed.”

You smiled at him and for a second he thought you were gonna laugh at how pathetic he looked but you instead came up so his lips and gave him small kiss.

“No need to be embarrassed, love. I’m here for you. Let it out.”

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That was a lot. I’m really happy with how it turned out though. I hope you like it but again if you don’t I can re write it for you.