#obey me chronically tired MC

[anna-the-undertaker]

Blue collar worker MC gets summoned to the devildom for the first time in nothing but a towel, dripping water all over the floor because they had just finished taking a shower/bath, and they are deathly tired after working the graveyard shift for 3 nights in a row-

The people gathered in the student council room stare in shock as they watch the dripping, naked, human blearily glance around the room

MC, trying to blink away the burning in their eyes: Okay.... I don't know what the hell is going on, but I am exhausted and on the verge of having an aneurysm trying to wrap my head around what just happened, but 1 of 2 things is going to happen before anything else. One, someone here is going to provide clothes, food, and some place to sleep for at least a couple of hours so I can even begin to comprehend anything you are about to tell me because my brain is not fully functional right now and I feel like I could pass out at any moment, or two, you will send me back and let me deal with it myself before you bring me back to... to... whatever the fuck this place is. If there is someone here of which i am not supposed to speak to in this manner, blame yourselves for not being prepared to deal with it, but i mean no offense and I will deal with the consequences later. So what's it gonna be?

[koolades-world]

Heya! This is my first time requesting so i hope i did it right! Sry if my bad english btw! T-T

(This is for obey me brothers btw)

So how about an MC who loves to watch true crime documentarys and listen to true crime podcasts!

Drink lots of water and eat enough! Don't overwork yourself and go to sleep if you're tired! Stay save and don't force yourself to write if you don't want to! Love youu <333

hello! sure thing!

no worries, your request was just fine :) you are too sweet!! love you too anon 🫶

enjoy <3

Mc who loves true crime

Lucifer

i think i said this yesterday, but he's so dadcore

he doesn't really get it

but if it makes you happy, he won't stop you

yet another circumstance where he finds himself thinking about how odd humans are

Mammon

something tells me he would be afraid

especially late at night

poor mammon. he wants to be by your side, but i hope you don't mind him having the death grip on you the whole time

he's going to sleep in your bed that night... and maybe for the next week or so

Levi

since he's chronically online, he's definitely heard of it before

but he's never really gotten into it

he wouldn't mind getting into it with you though

as long as you promise to binge a new anime with him later!

Satan

he himself seems like he would enjoy true crime

after all, he really loves mysteries and being a detective

if you ever want someone to join you in indulging in the content

you can always call him!

Asmo

he's surprised that you're a fan too!

he needs something to listen to while he's doing his makeup and getting ready

and he found he loves to listen to true crime podcasts

now the two of you have something you can add to asmo night!

Beel

like luci, i know he'd be a little puzzled

but he's more than willing to tag along and indulge with you

as long as he can keep his snacks

and he knows you, so he brings extra to share!

Belphie

you can drag him to watch as many documentaries as you want

and of course, he'll go willingly because it's you, after all

but he can't promise he'll be awake the whole time

he gives you permission to shake him awake if you see him asleep haha

[leviathans-watching]

Heyy, so this is probably a really weird request but would you mind doing Obey me bro's + datables (if not that's okay <333)) with a gn type one diabetic MC? Just like.. everyone watching MC give themself shots and stuff or when their blood sugars are high they get really agitated to the point where they feel like crying cause they don't want to deal with diabetes anymore? I've been having a difficult time recently with my own diabetes ^^'. If you don't want to do this then please don't feel like you have to!!!! <3333

mc with type 1 diabetes

includes: om! cast & gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .4 k | rated g | m.list

warnings: depictions of needles/injections, dicussions of uncurable conditions and the feelings that might arise from them, mentions of death

a/n: i do not have diabetes nor am i that knowledgeable about the condition but i did do research ofc. however, if i got anything wrong or just am misrepresenting the experience/condition please lmk as that is not my intention at all! i hope this helps & ty for requesting!! my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback so come say hello

please reblog :)

“doesn’t it hurt?” mammon asks, watching with poorly concealed curiosity as you attach the needle to your pen. “giving yourself shots every day?”

“i mean, yeah,” you reply, “but over time you kind of get used to it so i don’t really mind it anymore.”

“why do you have to give yourself shots again?” luke leans forward, squinting at the needle. “don’t humans have pills or other forms of medicine?”

“yeah, but insulin, which is the medicine i take, breaks down in our stomachs so it has to be injected.” aware of everyone's eyes upon you, you ruck up your shirt slightly, pinching a spot on your abdomen. with practiced ease you give yourself the shot, a little amused that asmo, who’s a demon for crying out loud, is too squeamish to watch. once you’re done, you remove the needle from the pen.

“that was it?” satan breaks the silence.

“i told you guys, i’m pretty used to it. but not everything about diabetes is that easy.” with a sigh you remember all of the times your sugar levels had reached worrying highs and lows and the frustration you often feel for having to deal with such a condition. “there’s no cure, and if i’m not careful, one mistake can be really dangerous. it’s honestly tiring to live with.”

“it’s not fair,” leviathan says suddenly. “that you have to live with it.”

you give him a wry, tired smile. “living with chronic issues or autoimmune conditions often aren’t. believe me, i completely agree with you.”

“is there anything we can do to help?” diavolo asks, a genuine worry lining his face. you’re touched that they all care so much.

“i mean, i’m pretty used to managing it on my own,” you begin, but seeing how they deflate hurriedly continue, “but sometimes i need a workout buddy because i get tired or it can be helpful for reminders to watch my bloodsugar or what i eat. but not too many though,” you add, knowing otherwise you’d be swamped in overwhelming concern.

“you should shows us what to do if something bad were to happen,” lucifer says seriously. “that way we know how to help.”

“that’s a good idea,” you reply. “thank you all for your support and care. it really means a lot to me.”

“well, duh!” mammon crows. “we love ya, mc, and want to make sure you’re safe and healthy.”

“and happy,” belphie adds. “so if you’re upset of feeling down i’m always there to listen.”

“thanks guys,” you say warmly. how’d you get so lucky to have such great people around you?

leviathans-watching's work - please do not copy, repost, or claim as your own

[twiceasfrustrating]

Can I request where one of the boys neglects mc for too long and their relationship is on the verge of collapse. If it ends with angst or fluff is up to you

Rating: General Audience

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Solomon, Main Character

Additional Tags: GN!MC (they/them), Angst, breakup,

Summary: Solomon plans an anniversary date that he ends up missing, and his partner can't deal with his chronic absence anymore.

A/N: I hope you all suffer beautifully... Just like me.

Word Count: 1239

"Have you given any thought to where you want to go?" They asked, phone nestled between their ear and shoulder as they folded the decorative paper around the small white box in front of them, “I was thinking the conservatory would be nice, especially because the corpse flower is supposed to be blooming this year.” Not that the plant sounded very romantic, but they were sure Solomon would want to see something that only bloomed about every seven years. Then again, maybe he’d already seen it during his long life, “Of course, that’s just a suggestion.”

There was an uninterested hum on the other end of the phone, which made their hands stop in realization.

“And then the dragon bit my leg clean off so now I’m bleeding out all over the floor.” It was a fantastic tale, and completely off topic, but they had a purpose for it all, “Good thing there are leeches here to help.”

Another disinterested hum and they knew he wasn’t paying attention.

“Solomon!” They practically shouted over the phone.

“Hm?” He finally seemed to be paying attention to them, “I’m sorry. I was up late last night helping with a ward and I’m still tired. What were we talking about again?”

“Our anniversary,” They said, “I was asking where you want to go so we can plan the day.”

“Oh! I’m sorry, Love. How could I neglect something so important?” He chuckled awkwardly over the speaker before continuing, “We could go back to the Devildom to watch the void raven’s migration.” Even by demon standards, it was both wonderful and terrifying. When that single bird -- as large as a whale-- filled the sky they blocked out even the light of the stars and left everything below in unceasing darkness. When they all moved as one group over the course of a week to reach their mating grounds, it was even more impressive. It was the perfect event to surprise his partner with a trick he’d thought up just for them.

“Is that really coming up?”

“We should be lucky enough to catch the very beginning of it.” It was an event that only took place once every few centuries, but it had a rather predictable pattern.

They would love to see that event with him, but they had to make sure he really understood what he was promising, “You’ll remember right?” They didn’t want to accuse him, but he’d missed quite a few of their dates recently. He was always getting pulled aside for other things and they didn’t want to take that risk for something so rare.

“It’s our anniversary. I promise that I won’t forget.” He knew he’d been struggling with that kind of thing lately, but he’d been working hard to make sure nothing would interfere with the day. This was as important to him as it was to them.

It had been a long time since he’d been close enough to another human to open up. Even longer since he could be completely honest about his work. It had never happened before that he found another person that related to him so thoroughly. No one else but them had ever been able to understand his number of pacts or share pride in their own, been as eager to learn all they could, or each as much of his cooking as they did (how were they supposed to say no when it made him so obviously happy).

He was looking forward to their anniversary as much as they were.

“Alright,” they smiled through the phone and his heart soared, “I’ll see you then, okay? Early in the morning so we make it in time and can still go somewhere nice to eat.” Not that they would tell him where they were planning to go, because they wanted to surprise him.

“I can’t wait.” And he meant it.

But they had the worst feeling in the pit of their stomach. Like a premonition that said the past would repeat itself again, they didn’t feel their hopes being built up. Instead, they readied themselves for a day that their mind didn’t believe would actually happen. Although they really wanted everything to go according to plan, they knew the reality of the situation.

Which is why, when Solomon didn’t show up that morning, they weren’t surprised. It was what they had gotten used to with him. Still, it was disappointing to wait for the inevitable phone call so he could defend himself. What they didn't expect though was how many days it would take for that phone call to finally come.

"I'm sorry, Love." He started with an apology, "There was a bit of an issue with a very aggressive banshee that took longer to deal with than I expected." He could still feel his ears ringing.

"Oh? Sounds rough." It sounded rough in a way they knew was important and they sympathized with, but that they couldn't understand. It made sense though. When he missed their dates, it was always because of some threat.

"It wasn't too bad," he laughed dryly, "I know I'm late, but if you want to go out tomorrow I'm free now. Nothing else should get in the way."

"Actually, about that…" They took a deep breath before speaking into the receiver, “I think we should break up.” They'd thought about it a lot the day he didn't show up.

“What?” Solomon lasked, dumbfounded, “I’m sorry, Love. I didn’t mean to miss the day. I really didn’t. We can still catch the end of the migration and I’ll make up the meal to you some other w-”

“That’s not the point, Solomon.” They bit their lip, feeling the words rise inside of them like bile, “The point is that I wasn’t even disappointed when you didn’t show up. Part of me expected for you to miss it and I was right. I’m not even angry, because I know you missed it for a good reason.”

They wrapped their arms around their shoulders, as if trying to hold themself together and keep from falling to pieces. Even if he couldn’t see them, they needed this, “You do important work, I know that. You shoulder all the responsibility of keeping our realm safe from all of the things that threaten it and I’m so proud of you for it, but… I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep sitting around, waiting to see if you’re actually going to show up. I would never ask you to stop what you’re doing, but I… I can’t do this anymore.”

His grip tightened on his phone, threatening to shatter it in disbelief, “You’re not serious, are you?”

“I’m sorry.” They say with a solemn tone and he knows they mean every word, “I love you, but this is better for both of us.” No more wondering where he was or what he was doing or if he was safe even as he protected everyone around him, or resignation they would never be his top priority, or feeling selfish for wanting to be, and no more worrying that they were distracting him from something more important, “Goodbye, Solomon.” The words burned their tongue as they spoke and their lips quivered as they held back the tears that longed to break free.

Then, they hung up the phone without another word. They couldn't take the hurt in his voice or the pain inside of them.

[atticsandwitch]

Obey Me Headcannons

What they do when you have chronic pain and you get stuck. Sometimes with chronic pain, you try to move but the pain stops you and you get stuck in place. Here's how I think the characters would react.

(This mostly happens to me with my back, so that's mostly how I wrote these, though I tried to be vague)

Some angst in Solomon and Simeon's.

I might post Solomon's separately too because I actually really love how it turned out.

Lucifer

It had been quite the long day and you decided to spend a little time somewhere quiet. You head to Lucifer's study, where you can spend some time listening to music with him and reading while he finishes his paperwork for the day.

You settle in on the sofa with your book and a cup of tea, but it's difficult to get comfortable and you find yourself shifting positions more and more as the night wears on and the aches set in. Though the scratch of Lucifer's pen never stops, he doesn't fail to notice this.

Eventually you decide to head to bed, but as you go to sit up you freeze in an awkward position and gasp as a sharp pain shoots through you. Your hand reaches gingerly for the source of the pain for a little support as your eyes scrunch shut.

Lucifer is up as soon as he hears your pained voice, coat falling from his shoulders and forgotten on the floor. By the time you open your eyes, he's kneeling by your side.

"Are you alright?" He asks, not bothering to hide the concern on his face.

"It hurts..." is all you can mumble, "I can't move"

He replaces your hand with his, trying gently to soothe the pain, "Try to relax" He looks up at you through a few strands of hair that have fallen into his face and you feel an intense warmth where his hand lies on your body, followed by your muscles loosening and relaxing slowly. You sigh in relief

Satisfied that the pain has passed, at least for the moment, Lucifer gingerly scoops you into his arms and carries you upstairs to his room. He tucks you into his bed, and still leaning over you places a soft kiss to your forehead as his hair tickles your face.

"If you need anything just call for me. I'll be along shortly. Until then, get some rest" He says. As he leaves he turns out the lights and leaves the door to the study open in case you need him.

True to his word, you're barely drifting off to sleep when you feel the weight of the bed shift, and an arm pulling you close to his chest.

Mammon

Every time it happens he panics a little, even as he starts to get used to it happening.

You two had been out shopping all day, running around until you were both exhausted. As you got back to his room with all of the shopping bags, you could already feel your body stiffening up as though it could sense that the day was ending.

You sat down on his bed while he unpacked a few of the shopping bags, and let yourself fall backwards onto the soft mattress as the exhaustion started to fully set in.

"Hey, I can't find that watch I bought, is it in one of your bags?" He asks. You start to sit up, but your body freezes at an awkward angle as a pained noise escapes you and you try to support yourself with one hand on the mattress, the other on your back where it feels like you're being stabbed.

The noise startles Mammon, and he drops what he's holding as his head whips in your direction, "What-!? MC, are ya okay? What's'a matter?!" It feels like someone put his heart in a vice grip and crushed it when he sees the pained expression on your face and he rushes to your side.

"I'm stuck!"

"Whaddaya mean stuck?!" No one told him this happens to humans! His hands hover near you for a moment, afraid to touch you in case he makes it worse.

"Hurts... Can't move"

"Okay... uhhh. here!" he puts a hand on your back and tries to help you sit up but you yelp again and shake your head. "A-Ahh! So-sorry MC! Here, just lean on me then" Feeling guilty and sad for his human he sits down and wraps his arm fully around you, to support your weight until the pain starts to subside, "Don't worry, Mammon's here. I've got you, so just relax" His face reddens further as you grip his shirt, and his heart swells as you lean into his touch, relying on him. Trusting him. Needing him. He'd stay like this forever if he had to, but soon you move tentatively, testing whether the pain has subsided enough for you to move again.

His strong arms support you, helping you lay down and get comfortable in his bed. He's not letting you go anywhere or do anything else tonight.

"Geez, don't push yourself so hard. Tell me next time before ya over do it, okay?" He sighs, looking down at you with a troubled expression before taking his jacket off and climbing in next to you.

Leviathan

You two were having one of your gaming / anime binge nights and you had been sitting in the same position for far too long, so you might've guessed that this would end up happening. When you finally try to move to change positions, you get stuck, with a soft noise of pain that startles Levi.

"Ah!"

"Wh-What was that?!" Startled, His face turns bright red. He can't tell you what it sounded like, but when he sees the look on your face his turns redder in embarrassment at where his mind had gone.

"I'll be fine in a minute... I just... can't move" the pain in your voice is obvious and his heart shatters.

"What can I- Is there anything I can-?" He's not sure what to do or say, but he knows he wants to help, and yet his heart sinks when you shake your head. He feels so useless.

"I just have to wait it out" You try to move again, but it brings tears to your eyes as you gasp a second time. All he wants to do is protect you, to be your hero, but how can he protect you from your own body?

He hesitantly reaches out, half pulling back for a split second before resting a tentative hand on your back and trying to rub calming circles there.

"I... think I have a heating pad somewhere?" He offers.

"That would be great"

"Okay" He doesn't move to go get it until you're able to move on your own again. He couldn't bring himself to leave your side.

"Alright, I have a few other things that might help too" He returns with a bag he'd loaded with supplies, "Let's go to your room, MC"

He knows the bed-tub probably isn't the best place for you to properly rest in, and he also knows that there's really no place like your own room when you're not feeling well. So, he helps you limp to your room and into bed with his Ruri-chan heating pad, supporting you the whole way and blushing furiously. Then, he puts on an anime on your tv so the two of you can continue your binge more comfortably.

He pulls you in close, and with one hand, tilts your head to lean on his chest, still blushing at his own boldness.

Satan

He's in the library at the House of Lamentation, sitting on one of the couches reading when he hears a sharp intake of breath and a quiet whine. He puts down his book and gets up to investigate, where he finds you at one of the tables, half standing from your seat, but unmoving.

He quickly approaches you, noting the look of pain on your face, "MC, what's wrong?" He asks, sliding an arm around your waist to help support you. Without much thought he tries to help lift you into a standing position, but you moan in pain again and he stops immediately, eyes widening.

"I can't-! I can't move" You gasp, "It hurts"

Briefly his face reddens at the realization that the two of you are stuck like this for a little while, but his worry overshadows anything else.

"I'll be okay in a minute" You try to assure him, but the way your voice sounds is anything but reassuring. He just nods, prepared to hold you for as long as it takes. He looks down into your face with concern in his eyes.

"What brought this on?" He asks.

"It just happens some times. I guess I pushed myself too hard today, and my body just locks up" You explain. He nods, already mentally trying to figure out the best way to look up a phenomenon like this to try to calm his racing heart.

Eventually you try to move again, and he helps you stand up.

"You should rest, now. Let's get you back to your room to lie down" He says, pulling one of your arms over his shoulder and supporting your weight, one arm still around your waist as he walks you there. He takes it slow, and helps you into bed, making sure you're comfortable. He leaves for a little while but returns with a few books, some tea, and a bottle from the medicine cabinet for you.

"Do you mind if I read with you for a while?" He can't bring himself to leave your side just yet, though he knows you need some rest. He wants to be there in case you need anything. He'll likely be there until you fall asleep, possibly falling asleep next to you as well.

Amodeous

You two spent nearly an entire day doing Devilgram photoshoots, and you had no idea how exhausting and painful it was to be doing modeling poses for so long. Your muscles were burning after thirty minutes, but obviously Asmo wouldn't be satisfied with such a short photoshoot.

He'd noticed that you were getting tired, so the two of you were heading back to the House of Lamentation. He thought it would be romantic to stop at the park for a rest, and maybe a few candid Devilgram shots, and so he lead you to a nearby bench.

"Smile!" He pulls out his phone, and as you turn to lean into him, you jolt in pain as your body freezes awkwardly and you grab his thigh for support.

"MC! So forward today~! You know I lov-" He stops as he looks into your face, scrunched unpleasantly in pain, "Oh, dear! Are you alright?"

"It hurts..." You whine, tears prickling at your vision. He gives you a heartbroken look before sliding an arm around you to support you, and leaning over you to block you from anyone else's view. He brings his other hand to your face to stroke your cheek with his thumb and wipe away your tears. It tugs at his heart when one of your hands reaches up and grips his shirt for more support.

He peppers your face with soft, comforting kisses, assuring you that he's there for you, "Shhh, just focus on me, okay? I'm right here" he whispers.

Once you're ready to move again, he encourages you to put your arms around him so he can help you the rest of the way home, high key loving the excuse to have you touching him. The rest of the walk back is filled with promises of relaxing baths and massages. He is going to take such good care of you tonight.

Beelzebub

The two of you had spent the day on a hiking trail that Beel had been excited to check out, and really wanted to share the experience with you. However you felt about hiking, you did not expect the trail to be so intense.

Beel checked in with you regularly, making sure you were doing alright, but he had been so excited about this trail that you were determined to make it through. Unfortunately this meant that by the time the two of you made it to the top you'd already pushed yourself too hard.

You supported yourself with one arm against a tree, breathing heavily as Beel happily took a look at the scenery from where the two of you stood. You try to straighten up and move to join him closer to the edge of the cliff where he stood, but you froze.

His head whips around when he hears you whine in pain, and he's at your side in a second, "Are you okay?"

"I'm stuck"

"Stuck?" His eyes widen, hands hovering near you, unsure what to do.

"I overdid it" You say with an apologetic look, "It hurts to move"

"I'm sorry" He says sadly, moving closer, "Where does it hurt?"

You slowly move your arm to point to the locked up portion of your lower back, and he kneels behind you, "Will it hurt if I touch you?" He asks tentatively. When you give him permission you feel his strong hands begin gently rubbing the sore muscles there. The way his thumbs and palms massage your back feels so good you can't help but sigh, and you blush a little as you feel how big his hands really are. He's slow and gentle, and has a knack for finding all of the knotted muscles, and he doesn't stop until you give him the signal that you're feeling better.

Once you're able to move again you turn around to thank him and see a hint of pink dusting his cheeks as he looks up at you, "I'll carry you back. Here" He turns on his knees, offering you his back.

"Are you sure?" You ask guiltily, remembering the arduous trail.

"Yea!" He smiles over his shoulder at you, "You should take it easy, and it'll be a great work out for me too"

You feed him trail snacks as he happily carries you all the way back to the House of Lamentation. He'll run you a bath and get some food together for the two of you and make sure you're resting comfortably before he goes and gets cleaned up himself.

Belphegor

It had been a long day and you were looking forward to getting home and laying down. Of course you and Belphie are nap buddies, and today you can't think of anything better than a big bed full of soft pillows and blankets, so you head off to find him.

He's in the attic today, and your body doesn't particularly want to climb all of the stairs, but neither of you can help but smile when you see each other. He greets you with a laugh as you flop down in bed next to him, your greeting muffled in pillows.

"Aww, what's the matter?" He laughs, and the little shit begins tickling you so he can see your smile. And at first you do. You're laughing and twitching, trying to escape his touch, when suddenly your body jerks and you moan in pain. Belphie immediately pulls away in shock, seeing you frozen at an awkward angle, face scrunched up in a heartbreaking expression.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He's afraid to touch you now, feeling guilty. Unwanted images of the last time he hurt you surfacing in his mind.

"Hurts to move..." You whine, "I'll be okay... in a few minutes" You try to breathe but even that hurts your stiff body in this position. He leans back over you and slowly reaches out to stroke your hair.

"Try to relax" He says softly, feeling quite helpless and unsure of what else to do. So, he stays like that, stroking your hair and giving you gentle, comforting caresses as he encourages you to breathe and relax. He'll kiss your forehead and help you get more comfortable once you can move again before showering you with more kisses.

He'll curl up next to you and hold you close for the rest of the night, still patting your head, and running his hands over your arms or sides or wherever he can reach to comfort you and let you know he's there. He'll help you fall asleep quickly and makes sure you have good dreams tonight.

Diavolo

You've been bent over your Devildom History paper for hours, and you knew you needed a break but you were nowhere near done. You were working on it at the castle, because you thought that there couldn't be a better place to go for references than somewhere so central to Devildom history and Diavolo was happy to open his home to you. Diavolo was working on his own paperwork nearby in case you had any questions, and as an excuse to allow himself to be distracted.

You stood to stretch, but immediately regretted it. As soon as your back straightened, you collapsed forward to support yourself with your fists balled on the table before you, arms rigid and body trembling with pain.

You don't even hear him get up, but he's at your side almost instantly, "MC! What happened, are you alright?" Worry clear in his tone. He thinks his heart may stop as it stutters in his chest.

You try to straighten again, but whine in pain, body forcing you to stay put, "I'm stuck"

"Stuck?" He's surprised, confused, and concerned in equal measures. He didn't know humans could get 'stuck,' and what's more, it's breaking his heart to see the pain you're in.

"I think I sat in a bad position for too long... It hurts to move"

"I see. It hurts... here?" He asks, placing a heavy hand gently on your back. When you nod you feel a soothing, tingling sensation spread out from where his hand lay. He rubs your back in comforting circles as the magic spreads from nerve ending to nerve ending and slowly, you feel your body start to relax and the pain subside.

Standing hesitantly, you test your body, and find only the remnants of a dull ache as you straighten fully.

"You've worked hard today," He looks down at you with kind, sad eyes, "I think it's time for some rest and a reward!" One hand still against your back, he bends down and places the other behind your knees, picking you up slowly so as not to jostle you too much and cause your muscles to tense again. "How does dinner in bed sound? You can stay here tonight"

Barbatos

It had already been a long day of chasing the brothers around and participating in their antics, and it was barely past lunch. You were leaning against a nearby wall for support when Barbatos walked by.

"Ah, MC! I was preparing to take a walk in the gardens, care to join me?" He asks with a pleasant smile. A relaxing walk sounded like just the thing you needed. You nodded with a smile and moved to step away from the wall only to wince, and fall back against it for support.

His eyes widen, "Mc? Are you quite alright?" He steps nearer, worry plain in his usually composed features. He extends a steadying hand to you, which you gladly accept.

"I'll be okay..." You gasp, "It hurts to move, but it'll pass"

"I see. Allow me to support you" Gently, he wraps his other arm around you, taking your weight easily. You wince again as you lean away from the wall and into his embrace and he feels a harsh tug at his heart as you let out a small whine. "I apologize, MC. I did not realize you were feeling unwell today. If there is any way I can be of assistance, please tell me"

"I appreciate you," He blushes a little at your words, "I just need a little rest. It's been a long day" you continue.

"In that case, I'm happy to stay like this as long as you need. I must say it does feel nice to be able to be this close" He admits, looking into your eyes with a soft expression.

Once the pain begins to fade, you let him know. He slowly helps you shift your weight back. You still limp a little as you take a few hesitant steps, but he never lets you go.

"Shall I escort you home? I could call a car" He offers.

"I think I'd like to take that walk with you" You smile.

"If you are sure, then we shall take it slow" He can't help but return your smile. He remains quite attentive as he supports you along the walk. One arm remains around you even after your walk returns to normal and you assure him the pain has gone. He just can't bring himself to let you go, "I'll stay by your side as long as you'll allow me to"

Solomon

Solomon had invited you to Purgatory Hall to work on an experiment with him. It had been a long day, but you were looking forward to spending some time with him even if you were tired. You sat next to him as he worked, getting completely wrapped up in the experiment, as he often tended to.

Simeon and Luke were out for the evening, so it was quiet, particularly compared to the House of Lamentation, and it afforded you some time to relax. Today was one of those days where there wasn't much for you to help with, which your achy body wasn't going to complain about, but you still found Solomon's company soothing and enjoyed watching him work.

"Do you mind if I go grab a drink real quick?" You say, standing from your spot beside him and heading to the door.

"Sure" He responds absently. You leave and after a few moments he realizes something, and calls out to you from his desk without looking up, "Be careful though, some of my other experiments are in th-"

His voice dies in his throat when he hears your gasp of pain, immediately followed by the shattering of glass on tile. He stands so quickly he knocks over his chair and stumbles over it as he runs toward the kitchen, long fingertips pushing his upper body away from the floor as he struggles not to lose his momentum.

In seconds he's in the kitchen, noting the clear liquid pooling around the shards of glass on the floor and the way you're supporting yourself on the counter, unable to stand up fully. He does a mental inventory of the unlabeled experiments in the refrigerator and comes up short. He can't remember which one that was, but he knows any of those unfinished potions could mean a painful demise.

He's standing in front of you without even realizing he had crossed the kitchen, gripping your upper arms and staring into your face with wide, worried eyes.

"What did it taste like? How do you feel?" His words are rushed with panic.

"What?" You're confused, but the pain in your voice makes him feel like the ground might slip out from under his feet.

He swallows past the lump in his throat, "I need to figure out what you drank so I can counteract the effects! Please-" The plea in his voice gripped your heart and something he once told you floated into your mind uninvited; 'I don't think I could remain calm if I lost you.'

"It was water" You assure him. He looses a deep sigh of relief as the panic begins to subside at the realization that he hadn't poisoned you, and is suddenly aware of how fast his heart is beating. He has to stop himself from hugging you, realizing with new worry that you still looked like you were in pain.

"Then what...?" He searches your face for answers.

"I'll be okay in a few minutes... I'm just stuck"

"..." He blinks a few times, "Stuck?"

"It hurts... I can't move" You try to breathe an explanation. He looks so worried that you try to move again to show him you're alright, but it's too soon. You wince and freeze again with a small whine, failing to make him feel any better as you'd intended to.

His expression shifts from worry to sadness. "I might be able to help. If you'd like, I could offer a temporary magical solution?" He asks.

"Please"

One word from you and his heart skips a beat. He rolls up his sleeves and moves to stand at your side where he can reach behind you. He rests a large hand on your back, eyes never leaving your face, and you feel something soothing and cool move through your muscles, relaxing them and easing the pain. Soon you're able to stand again without supporting yourself on the counter.

"Feeling any better?" He asks, still looking concerned.

You look into his eyes, "So much better. Thank you," You look down at the floor, "The glass! I'm sorry..." You sigh, looking for something to clean it up with.

He chuckles, "I don't give a damn about the glass, MC" with a wave of his hand the liquid evaporates and the shards dissolve into a glittering dust that is carried away on an otherwise imperceptible breeze.

You give a somewhat embarrassed smile, "And... I'm sorry I scared you"

It's his turn to look embarrassed, "No" He shakes his head, "I'm just happy you're alright. I don't know how I'd live with myself if I'd... If I'd lost you like that," 'If I'd killed you,' he's unable to even vocalize the fear that had opened a yawning hole in his heart just moments ago.

He sets his experiment aside and the two of you spend the rest of the night together enjoying each others' company.

Simeon

Luke had suggested another exchange student sleepover at Purgatory Hall, no demons allowed!

The four of you always had such fun with these sleepovers, playing games, baking, watching movies, and just spending time together that it became something of a regular thing. It was almost a tradition. Simeon loved the way you played with Luke, how your smile lit up the room, and just getting to spend time with you. Though it was rarely time spent alone together, he still cherished it and would often find ways to get closer to you; holding your hand under the table, partnering with you in a game, leaning against you as the two of you giggled at a funny movie, sleeping next to you on the common room floor when it was time to go to bed.

It was long since lights out, and though you and Simeon stayed up talking well past the time when the others had fallen asleep, you'd both since gone quiet and you assumed that he'd drifted off as well.

You moved to get more comfortable, and a surge of pain caught you by surprise, a quiet moan escaping your lips as you froze, half held up by one elbow.

"MC...?" Simeon's voice in the dark followed by the sound of rustling fabric as you sense him moving closer to you "Are you alright?" He whispers. You can feel his breath on your skin. You nod, both pairs of eyes having long since adjusted to the dark.

"I'm stuck" You whisper back, pain evident in your voice even at such a low volume, "It hurts to move...!" Even in the dark you can see the look of concern on his handsome face, and he can see the tears brimming in your eyes. He slides even closer to you until you're hip to hip.

You look up into his eyes as he leans over you, "Here," He slips an arm under you to support your weight and holds you, "Relax, I've got you" He says, hair falling into his face as he looks down at you in his arms. His normally cheerful face is uncharacteristically serious.

Humans are fragile, mortal creatures with short lives. He knows this, he's always known this but... This is perhaps the first time that you're mortality has really hit him. And it hits him hard.

His wings appear behind him, and wrap around the two of you. They radiate warmth as he tries to embrace you with his whole being, but they also serve to further remind him of the distance between the two of you. How different he is from you. The rules he's supposed to follow, though their rules were never going to stop him. He can't help but feel angry at the unfairness of it all for a moment.

He'd always thought he'd understood why the brothers fell for their sister, but in this moment everything became so much clearer, and now he felt like he understood Lilith too. Why she risked her life and fell to help a sick human. And he realized, that if he'd known then what he knew now, he happily would have fought and fallen for her too. Seeing you so fragile, in his arms, he vows to himself to protect you no matter what it would cost him.

The two of you stay wrapped in his wings in silence for a long time. Even after the pain subsides, he can't bring himself to let you go. You reach up to caress his face, and he leans his cheek into your palm, allowing your touch to soothe his worries away. Eventually the two of you fall asleep wrapped up in each other.

Luke and Solomon are surprised at the sight the next morning; You curled against Simeon's chest, and Simeon's wings still wrapped around the two of you. They both secretly snap pictures, and their excited 'Awwww!'s and teasing eventually wake the both of you.