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Bullied MC
(Warnings: Bullying, harassment, gore, fighting.)
The brothers catch someone trying to bully you/mc.
Belphegore
He is initially shocked when he came across someone yelling at you in the halls. For one, you are a powerful magic user. And even if it was during a time in which you didn't have magic, you still had the seven demons by your side. Once the shock has faded.... he is pissed.
He gets defensive whenever his twin is even slightly at risk. The idea of anybody causing you active harm boils his blood. His eyes narrow and he swiftly gets in between you and the bully. With his temper flaring, there is no reasoning with him.
The bully's eyes widen as they felt a tail wrap around their neck, choking them tightly. Belphegore silently stared, hate swarming his mind.
"Don't ever touch them," He muttered dangerously, just so that the bully could hear it.
It took both you and Beelzebub to pry Belphegore off. Beel hurried the moment he felt something wrong. The bully ran off and Belphegore eventually calmed down and began cuddling up to you, as if trying to keep you close and safe near him.
That night the bully had the worst nightmares of his life.
Beelzebub
Beel was on his way to practice when he heard the cries of a human. A human he knew very well. His stomach dropped as he rushed into the hall. He could see a random demon looking down at you, spewing vile words at you. Beel was in his demon form in seconds and flew to your, getting in between the bully and you.
He wrapped his arms around you and formed a protective barrier between you and the other demon. Once he was certain you were safe and protected in his arms, he picked you up and glared darkly at the bully who dared to try to harm you.
Beel already lost his sister. He already felt the suffering of his twin and now he could feel your pain too. Each tear felt like his own. So he cradled you closely and ignored any of your protests. His eyes glanced to the bully.
"Leave."
It was all Beel could muster at the moment. His priority was your safety above all else. You had to be safe. He flew right back to the House of Lamentation and placed you on the bed. Then he'd get you anything you asked for, especially snacks and listen to you all night long. He would also text his brothers to inform them of the situation.
Beel cared more about you than revenge. Besides, his brothers were already halfway through tearing through the demon and promised to leave him something to munch on.
Asmodeus
You and Asmodeus were supposed to hit the boutique later that day to get you both some matching outfits for an event. He preferred having people wait on him but for you? Asmo would wait for you any day. Besides it gave him some time to check his devilgram.
But.... you were taking a long time to finish up with whatever you were doing so he decided to go look for you, only to find some asshole bothering you in the halls, saying vile things to your face. THAT was something he'd never tolerate.
He slammed his heel right in the back of the demon's head, kicking him far away from you. Asmo had gone into his demon form and had wrapped his scorpion tail around you protectively, carefully combing his manicured hands through your hair to make it look nice again. He cast the demon who was bothering you a glance then smiled.
"Get on your hands and knees. Beg my darling for forgiveness," Asmo demanded with his every charming smile. His eyes.... were of blood lust.
He then guided you back to HOL or wherever you needed to go to calm down, using his charm to force the bully to remain on their knees and begging for forgiveness until their vocal cord was ragged.
Meanwhile back home you were pampered in his bath and reminded over and over about your beauty and pure loveliness.
Satan
Satan was having a lovely day. Satan was going to go to the cat cafe with you. Satan was feeling just fine.
Until he saw someone daring to press you against the wall and spouting horrid nonsense to your face. But it wasn't just that. The thing that truly set him off was that look of fear and the tears forming in your eyes.
His heart was pounding with wild fury as he snatched the bully from behind and slamming him into the ground. Every part of his mind screamed for revenge. He NEEDED to tear this bastard limb from limb and drag him through the halls for daring to make you suffer.
"You will feel every once of pain for daring to harm them!" His voice boomed through the halls.
It was only your touch.... your hand that brought him back to his senses. He could see you were still upset and shame boiled in his stomach. Satan didn't want you to have to stand up for the person who caused you harm. It was unfair. He let the demon go and immediately wrapped his arms around you, still seething in rage but calmer now he could hear your voice.
The two of you left for the House of Lamentation. There he would read to you and talk about what happened. He was careful to follow his psychology books and allow you to direct the conversation and sought to any of your needs.
Later.... when you were asleep.... he hunted the demon down. He wouldn't just kill the fool. That would be too obvious. He had a whole line of curses to try out on his foolish victim.
Leviathan
When his player two didn't show up to go to the Ruri-chan themed arcade with him, he was worried he'd been ditched. Of course. Nobody would ever want to go to an arcade with a disgusting otaku like him...
When this pessimistic demon turned a corner... for a moment he was stunned. A demon was spewing insults at you in the hall. YOU?! The most amazing beautiful handsome fantastic person he'd ever met? Then.... instant anger.
Leviathan didn't get angry easily and when his temper flared it was quick and over with in seconds, leaving him to sulk. He'd summon Lotan if Mammon stole his items or his brothers teased him too much. But.... the sight of a demon bullying you. Lotan was summoned immediately.
And Lotan also drenched everyone involved, including you. Leviathan immediately ran up to you with wide nervous eyes.
"I'm so sorry! I-I just wanted to soak him I didn't think in the moment and it's all my fault. ImsosorrypleaseforgivemeIjustwantedto-"
You managed to calm him down and the both of you escaped to the HOL. Leviathan didn't even want to go to the arcade anymore. He just wanted to take care of his player two. The both of you played games, watched anime and talked about whatever to get your minds off of what had happened.
As for the bully....well.... Levi may or may not have hacked into all his accounts and sent all the grim he could find to your account. What? It was just compensation for the harrassment!
Mammon
The greedy demon was absolutely stunned to see that you weren't immediately on board with his scheming to steal from his brothers to get some extra grim. Actually? no. He wasn't that surprised. But he always offered to let you join on his schemes.
Just as he was about to go start his plan.... he saw you in the hall with another demon. At first his jealousy flared. Who was this demon? Why were they talking to HIS human? But when he realized all the shitty things that demon was saying, that jealousy turned to pure protective fury.
"Oi! Hands off my human!"
Before the other demon could even react, Mammon had sped at him full force and shoved him away from you. He was in demon form and had his teeth bare as he glared at the other demon. He then stood upright and looked at you.
"Lets head home. I got... uh.... you need to stuff for me! Yeah. That's right."
With that pathetic excuse, he dragged you back to HOL where he would cuddle you all night to remind you that you were his treasure. T R E A S U R E. That meant precious, no matter what the bully claimed.
Suddenly the target of all his money grubbing schemes shifted from his brothers to this bully and were ten times crueler. He'd use it to buy his treasure somethin nice to remind them how they shine.
Lucifer
He was late that evening due to paperwork and afterschool responsibilities from RAD. Lucifer hadn't expected you to wait for him during that time but according to a text you sent, you did. It brought a subtle smile to his face as he finally packed up for the day.
The moment he saw that demon harassing you, that smile was gone. He strutted right up to the demon and pulled him off of you immediately.
"Are you alright?"
His entire focus was on you while his grasp was on the idiot who dared to attack you, and tightening every moment. Unfortunately his position made it difficult to immediately lash out like his brothers did. He couldn't damage the reputation of Diavolo. But he was a clever demon and knew how to handle things properly.
First, he would take excellent care of his beloved. He tossed the other demon aside like they were garbage and swiftly picked you up like you were some sort of princess. In moments, you were safe and sound back at the HOL. Specifically his room.
From there, he'd pamper you and soothe you in every way. If you wanted hugs, he'd wrap his black feathered wings around you like a safety net keeping you warm. If you wished for food or entertainment, he'd pour a glass of the finest demonus and put on one of his records. You'd be treated like a queen for the night and constantly reminded how regal you truly were until he could feel your heart overwhelmed with pride.
And when you were fast in his bed, asleep.... then he would handle the bully. He'd assess their weaknesses and strengths first. Then, he'd meticulously pull apart the bully's life thread by thread until everything unraveled. Friends would abandon the bully. Companies would refuse the bully any sort of jobs. Even random curses would appear from which the bully couldn't escape. To seal the bully's fate... Lucifer would have the bully's crimes come to life, expelling them both from RAD and any other place of importance.
All the while Lucifer would spend with you, showing you how lovely you truly are.
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related to those asks about giving the brothers their own personal nicknames... when you return to the present timeline, it's early morning. you go to your boy's room in the HoL, where he's asleep, and you wait until it's time to get up. but when your boy doesn't, you kiss his hair and gently say, "[nickname], you'll miss breakfast if you sleep in too late."
your boy is instantly awake once his sleepy brain fully registers the nickname. one that he hasn't heard in so long, said from a voice he made sure he would never forget... his tired eyes can't register the familiar figure sitting on his bed...
even after rubbing his eyes and staring at you in shock, he fears that he might be in a dream. that is, until you laugh and lean in to kiss his hair again.
"i'm home, [nickname]."
your boy practically tackles you with the sheer voice of his hug.
Voice cracking as tears fill his eyes and he is tackling you!! He only leans back enough to see if youâre still real, if youâre really you.
and when he sees that you are, heâs only pulling you in closer, tighter, youâll be very lucky if he lets you go anytime soon-
Kissing both of your cheeks and one soft, slow kiss on the lips before heâll pull back just enough to meet your eyes.
Arms still tightly around you and foreheads touching so he knows you wonât disappear againâŠ. âDonât ever leave me like that again!! I..,,.I need you too muchâŠâ and heâs burying his face in your neck.
You donât need to say anything.
For nowâŠ.keep your arms around him or pet his hair and maybe tell him how much you missed him tooâŠ.
Just stay with him.
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A crush on Lucifer
~ This is a request from @venture-venus, it is a bit long but well when you are inspired it helps! I do hope you like it. I tried to follow your request as you explained it very well! ~
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Ik I read this before or the troupe but for an obey me!Lucifer x Mc fanfic what if Mc was developing a crush on him and thought it was mutual because he was kind to them, took them out, let them come to his study, and so on. One day Mc was bringing some tea after hearing Diavolo was stopping by so they peaked into the office and overheard the pair talking, revealing Lucifer was doing all of it just to make Mc happy as the exchange student. A pov for Lucifer can show Dia prodding at him saying smth that heâs doing a lot more than he needs to so he obviously likes them but Lucifer being prideful (esp during the first season) pushes away. Mc is of course sad and distanced themself, and so on.
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Warnings: Some angst I think? Hurt/comfort
also, English is not my language and I know sometimes, English speakers wouldnât use the expressions or sentences I used as even when I read them, they sound a bit off but my brain is not used to speaking English regularly anymore so it canât think of another way of turning the phrases! I do apologise for this!
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You were sitting at his desk, a book and a notebook open in front of you. You had a test coming up next week and you didnât feel ready for it so you had asked the prideful demon for his help. He had agreed but with one condition: you had to come to his study every night even during the weekend. So that was where you were. Lucifer was explaining to you a chapter on potions when he leaned down to show you a passage that was important and he put his hand on your shoulder for support. Your breath hitched at the touch and you looked to the side and you realised how close his face was to yours. His beautiful face. You couldnât help but stare at him. He side-eyed you. âAre you listening?â You blushed furiously, feeling the warmth invading your entire body and you got scared that he could feel the sudden warmth but he didnât move or say anything. You just nodded stupidly and looked back at the book while writing something on your notebook. He stood up. âWell, itâs enough for tonight. Same time tomorrow okay? And donât be late.â You picked up your books and stood up. âI know you think you have to do this so that I donât fail but I still want to thank you for your time and help⊠and patience. You are a good teacher, Lucifer.â With that, you left in a hurry without waiting for an answer.Â
You opened the door of your bedroom and jumped on your bed, hiding your face in your pillow. You couldnât believe you were developing a crush on Lucifer, Avatar of Pride, a Lord of Hell. As if, you, a simple human, a nobody really could ever be with him! And could a demon and a human even be together? You thought about that moment when you were staring at him and you groaned. How embarrassing that was! But you were glad he didnât say anything. You decided to change your mind so you went to the bathroom and got ready for bed. You went to sleep but it wasnât a peaceful one, you kept waking up, bad dreams kept happening so you decided to stay awake and go through your notes again. An hour went by when you heard a knock on your door. You stood up and opened the door. Lucifer was standing there, arms crossed and a frown on his face. âArenât you supposed to be asleep right now?â You lowered your head. âYes, I was but I kept waking up and every time I fell back asleep, I had a nightmare so I decided to stay awake and read for my test.â His arms went on his sides and his face changed into worry. âYou still need to sleep. Would you rather I stay with you until you fall asleep?â Your eyes widened as you hear his words and you could feel a blush coming. You cursed yourself internally. You hated the fact that he could make you blush so easily. You lowered your head as to hide your face. âYes, I would. Thank you.â You left the door open so he could follow you and you went under the covers. You were watching him as he was closing the door and you couldnât help but admire him. How his hair fell on his forehead, how his posture was always so perfect, how his eyes were observing everything. You were starting to daydream when you felt him sitting next to you. He moved so his legs were lying on your bed and he leaned his back against the headboard. He looked at you and pulled you closer. You stopped breathing, waiting to see what he was going to do. He moved you around so that you were on your side, head on his chest and your arm around his stomach. You let him move you as you knew you were no match anyway but when he finally settled, you were surprised by what was going on. It was actually comfortable to use him as a pillow. He put his hand on your back and soothingly rubbed it. You finally let your breath go and breathed normally again. You let a few seconds pass before whispering. âGood night, Lucifer. Thank you.â You were starting to feel sleepy and his hand rubbing your back helped you relax more. Lucifer smiled at you, even though you couldnât see him and waited a few minutes to be sure you were asleep. âAny time, darling.â Then he kissed tenderly your hair.
You got woken up by your alarm. You sat down slowly and looked around. Of course, no Lucifer. You lied back down again and took the covers with you to hide your whole body. You replayed the evening in your mind, eyes closed, it was actually nice. Maybe he cared about you more than you thought? No, that would be crazy! But⊠you snapped your eyes open. In your sleeping state, you thought you had heard him talking and calling you darling. Surely it was a dream. It wasnât possible! But what ifâŠ? You heard one of the brothers calling you for breakfast. You couldnât say who it was but you left begrudgingly your bed, not really ready to affront the brothers. You werenât really hungry, having slept so little didnât help with your appetite so you went back upstairs after drinking only a cup of tea and got ready for RAD. You all left the House of Lamentations, you would usually walk with Mammon, as the second born liked to brag about his schemes he came up with during the night but today, he was busy talking with Levi. You smiled fondly as you watched them together. You felt a presence next to you and you looked up, still smiling. Lucifer had started to walk next to you and he looked down at you. âWhy are you smiling?â You chuckled. âItâs just cute how Mammon and Levi interact with each other.â He looked at them, an eyebrow quirked and he chuckled too. âYes, they can be.â You were all greeted by Lord Diavolo at R.A.Dâs entrance. You looked at the Prince who was, clearly, watching Lucifer with a smirk on his face. You said hello to the future King and went to your first class, leaving the brothers with him. The day went by, uneventful. Sometimes, you would catch glances of Lucifer and he was always watching you. He would smile at you when he saw you.Â
You hated yourself when you had a crush because you would read every word, every gesture as a sign that they liked you and you were wrong more often than not so you tried to stop yourself hoping but that evening when you were finding yourself in Luciferâs study, you couldnât help but hope. For once, he was sitting. Not standing behind you but sitting next to you. Your knees touching slightly, he would brush his fingers accidentally against your hands and you kept telling yourself. âDonât hope! Donât hope! Donât hopeâ and you failed miserably when after your study session he said that he would take you out after the last study session to celebrate your good results. You laughed and had said âWe wonât know for another week.â He smiled. âI know youâll pass.â It boosted your ego and when you looked at Luciferâs eyes, you swore you saw a glint of pride.Â
When you went back to your room, you couldnât help but think about the subtle touches the demon gave you. It wasnât like before. It felt like it was as if your bodies were attracted to each other and they needed to touch one way or another. You shook your head. You needed to stop thinking like that. To stop thinking like there was ever any hope but, still, your mind kept coming back towards those fleeting moments when his fingers were barely touching you. It sent electricity through your body and it kept feeding in your crush. You sighed, loudly. You looked around your room and decided you needed to get out so you went to the kitchen. You were making yourself a cup of herbal tea to help you fall asleep when you heard someone at the door. You tried to listen for a clue of who it was but you were too far away to hear anything. A few moments later, Asmodeus arrived. âHey hon! Lord Diavolo is here! Lucifer asked me to make some drinks for them.â You smiled at the Avatar of Lust. âIâll bring them the drinks if youâd like?â He jumped happily and kissed you on the cheek, giggling. You laughed and you busied yourself with the drinks. It took you a few minutes to get everything ready. You knew what Lucifer liked as you had brought hot beverages to him before but you didnât know Diavoloâs preferences so you put on display different flavours for him to choose. Once everything was on the tray, you took it and left the kitchen.
You arrived in front of the door which was slightly open and you stopped. They were talking and you heard your name so you listened closely with the tray in your hands. Lord Diavolo was speaking. â⊠brothers told me you slept in their room last night?â You heard Lucifer groaned. âWho told you that? Never mind. I saw the light on in their room so I went in to check if everything was okay and they told me they had bad dreams so I proposed to stay with them until they fell asleep.â Lord Diavolo chuckled. âAnd you help them with that test?â You tried to see what was going on inside and you saw Lucifer stand up. âThey asked me for help. I canât let an exchange student fail. It would look bad on you or me.â Diavolo was sitting on a chair. âTrue. But every night? You donât even do that for your brothers, I donât think you would spend that much time with someone if you didnât have any feelings for them.â Lucifer turned to face Lord Diavolo. âWhat are you insinuating, Diavolo?â Lord Diavolo stared at Lucifer. âYou barely speak to Simeon and Luke who are also exchange students in the Devildom. Simeon was your brother as an angel but with this human you do a lot more to make sure they are comfortable and happy. I think you like them. A lot.â Lucifer stared down at Diavolo. âStop it. I am THE Avatar. Of Pride! I wonât let myself have feelings for such a fragile human., an inferior being.â You took a step back, punched by Luciferâs words and hurt by the hatred you could hear in his voice. You wanted to leave but they were waiting for the drinks. You braced yourself and opened the door. âGood evening Lord Diavolo! Here, I brought you some drinks, I didnât know what you liked so you have the choice.â You put the tray down on the desk then looked at Lucifer who had an angry face on. Tears started to well up and when Lucifer looked at you, a tear fell. Luciferâs eyes widened and concern could be read on his gaze. You wiped your tears quickly and said your goodbyes to the Young Prince. Lucifer stood up. âWaitâŠâ and you left without looking back.Â
You went to bed, not even bothering to brush your teeth, change or even get under the covers. You just plopped down on your bed, face down on your pillow. And you hurt. You hurt so much that your chest was painful. You moved your head so you could breathe better but you still had difficulty breathing. It was so painful. You couldnât believe Lucifer had such hatred against humans or you. Your heart broke. You idealised the demon so much in your mind that to think that he could hate you that much was unbelievable, how could he be so nice and kind to you. A sob escaped your chest then more followed and you couldnât stop them. You sobbed as if your heart had been ripped out of your chest, as if someone tore a piece of your soul. To know he didnât like you like you did was okay, he had a right to not have that kind of feelings for you but you thought you were, at least, friends and apparently, he saw you nothing more as a pet. You laughed. A pet is loved, not hated. So for the Avatar of Pride, a human is even less important than a pet. A rat? A pest, that was what you were. Now, you were laughing hysterically and crying. You were alternating both. After a couple of hours, you fell asleep, exhausted by your rollercoaster of emotions.Â
You woke up and tried to open your eyes. You touched them and you realised they were puffy from all of your crying last night. You checked your phone and saw that you had no notifications. You cursed Lucifer and his pride. He knew he hurt you but his pride didnât let him apologise even via text messages. You got up from your bed and went to the bathroom, hoping that some cold water could help reduce the puffiness of your eyes then you went to the dinner room to have breakfast with the brothers. They all looked at you when you walked in but they donât say anything. You mumbled a greeting to all of them and sat down in your seat. You ate your breakfast in silence while you felt their stares on you. You finally looked up after finishing eating and you saw quickly, all their heads turning to their plates, except Lucifer. He was reading a newspaper while sipping his coffee, unconcerned by your appearance. You felt your chest constricting at the obvious neglect the Avatar of Pride felt about you. You stood up abruptly and left the room, stomping your feet like a child throwing a tantrum but you didnât actually care. None of the other brothers dared moving and all looked at Lucifer, who just shrugged his shoulders.
It was the evening. You had spent your whole trying to avoid the brothers and especially the eldest but when it was finally time for you to go and see him for your study session, you hesitated. You couldnât face him, not after what he said but he texted, asking you to still meet him in his office at the same time as usual. So you went, anxious. You, now, knew he hated you and you were scared to say or do something wrong. You decided to just focus on the lesson and what he has to say about it. Not on him, not on his hatred. You remembered one of the first time he threatened to kill you because he felt you were a threat to his family. It was scary then but you just assumed he was a big brother protecting his brother. Now, you knew it was something entirely different. You shakily knocked on his studyâs door and opened the door. He was standing by his desk, his back facing you. After a few seconds where you had stayed by the door, he turned around with that charming smile and showed you a chair. âPlease, sit down.â You followed his order quietly and sat down. You started unpacking your stuff but he stopped you. âToday, we are doing something different. Hereâs a mock-up test. You have an hour to finish it and together, we will do the corrections and see where you need to study the most.â You nodded, speechless. You started your exam and thought it was quite easy, well you hoped but it was actually nice to not have to speak to him for a full hour. The hour went by quickly and he took the paper. He read it quickly and you saw him nod to himself multiple times and when he was almost done, you saw a small proud smile on his face. Your heart bursted with pride and he gasped. His eyes fell on you while you were looking at his desk, basking in your pride. You thought you had passed when you saw the smile and you were so proud to have done so well as you werenât prepared to have an exam that day. You looked at Lucifer with a big grin, oblivious of his turmoil. âSo? Shall we start correcting?â He stared at you for a while longer and you started to get anxious. You were seeing an emotion in his eyes that was unfamiliar. He cleared his throat. âWell, except a few small mistakes here and there, there is nothing to correct.â Your chest swelled even bigger and he staggered back. You frowned. âAre you okay?â He nodded. âWell, keep reading your notes for the next couple of days and you should pass easily.â You nodded, relieved that you didnât need to spend more time with Lucifer. You left the study and on the way there, you bumped into Asmodeus. âHey hon! Tomorrow evening, we are going out to The Fall. Would you like to come?â You nodded and jumped excitedly. âYes please! A night out before my test should help me relax a bit!â Asmo laughed and kissed you good night.Â
The next day, you felt better and glad that Asmo had asked you for a night out. At least, not all demons hated humans. You knew you would finish early today so you had asked the Avatar of Lust to go shopping with you. You spent the rest of the afternoon trying on different outfits and you finally decided on one. It highlighted your body in all the right places and unconsciously you chose a black and red one. You realised it once you had bought it. Never mind. Asmo ushered you in his room so you could both get ready and he took you out for dinner. As you were in a hurry, you had left your D.D.D in Asmoâs room. It dawned on you when you wanted to take a picture of the two of you. You shrugged it off and went to the restaurant. You walked in arm in arm with the fourth brother and the maitre dâ showed you to your table. You looked at the menu while listening to Asmo who was explaining everything in there. You saw a shadow covering your table so you looked up. It was Lucifer, he looked pissed, arms crossed. âDonât you look at your phone.â You stuttered âs-sorry, I-I left it at home.â He shook his head. âVery well, I will talk to you tomorrow.â And he left. You looked at Asmo when you realised. He had promised you to take you out tonight as it was supposed to be the last day of your tutoring. You excused yourself to Asmo âIâm sorry Asmo, Iâll be back! Choose for meâ. You ran after the Avatar and caught his arm. Even though, you were still heartbroken and mad at him, you couldnât help but feel sorry. He might not hate you that much if he was there waiting for you, right? And there you go, hoping. Again. He turned to face you. âWhat?â He was calm but you could see the anger behind his stare. âIâm⊠Iâm really sorry Lucifer. I really didnât mean to.â He crossed his arms. âWell, you are human after all, you discard things when you donât need them anymore.â You stood there, speechless. âI donât⊠thatâs hurtful!â He smirked. âIs it?â You gasped and anger took you in. âOf course, youâd say that . I am only a pest under your protection. Something that you donât want but still have to live with and canât get rid of soon enough. You know what? Iâm glad I have forgotten your invitation. You donât deserve it, you donât deserve me, you donât deserve anything. You are only good to scold and teach but nothing else.â You turned away and went back inside. You threw yourself in the arms of Asmo who was waiting for you at the door. âAsmo, I want to go home please.â He nodded and walked past his brother, frowning at him to ask him silently what had happened.Â
Spending the rest of the evening in Asmoâs room had helped you feel better and you were actually glad that you didnât go out as your test was a bit more complicated than the one Lucifer made you take. You knew the answers, itâs just that the questions were weirdly worded and it didnât make sense at first what they were asking you. When you finished your exam, you left the classroom and you saw Lucifer waiting for you. âHow did it go?â You shrugged. âFine I guess. The questions were kind of difficult to understand.â He nodded. They do that, yes. So it wouldnât be too easy to answer.â You shrugged again. âOk, well thank you for asking about my test but I donât want to be late for my next class.â He nodded again and watched you leave. You shuddered and cursed yourself at how you felt butterflies in your stomach when he asked you about your test but then you reminded yourself, he did it to make sure he did a good at teaching you, not for you but deep down, your crush which had developed into more was still present and you could forgive him anything. You made a promise to yourself, to stop thinking about him and for that you needed to avoid him as much as possible. Avoiding him felt impossible. He was everywhere, you went. You wanted to do your homework in the library? He was there talking with the librarian. You went for a hot drink in a random coffee shop you never went, he was there having a coffee. You went for a walk, he was on the same pathway. You wondered if he had put a bug or a curse on you to know where you were going. And the next few days were pretty much the same. Even in the House of Lamentations, he was everywhere no matter the time except for your room, of course. So, you would hide in there every evening, avoiding him, and as a consequence, his brothers too. After a couple of days, the other brothers got worried but when Asmo told them about the argument with their brothers they decided to leave you alone. They didnât want their brother on their backs again. You felt betrayed when none of them came to see if you were okay or even at breakfast, they wouldnât look at you.Â
It was snowing. You liked the first snows. It was always so immaculate and quiet. You liked the stillness in the sky and the invigorating cold. For the past few days, you had barely spoken to anyone in the house but you were glad, you had other friends at RAD, otherwise, you would feel really lonely. You had walked from RAD with Simeon and Luke to the House of Lamentations. It had been snowing for a few hours now and when you walked you could hear and feel the crispness of the fresh snow. You stopped and looked up at the sky, enjoying the feeling of each snowflake melting against your skin. You got startled when you received a snow ball on your coat. You looked around and you saw the two angels running away, laughing. You made a snowball then a second one quickly and ran after them. You laughed as you tried to aim at their backs and you got them. You had managed to arrive in front of your temporary home. Lucifer and his brothers were all on the porch, watching you. Mammon was the first to move, grabbed some snow and threw it towards you. You dodged it and tried to do the same but when you aimed for Mammon, you tripped and you sent your snowball on Lucifer. You froze mid-stumble and waited for a reaction. He looked at the snow that was slowly melting on his coat then at you. He slowly walked towards a railing and with a hand, gathered the snow and meld it in a ball then he threw it. It got you on the side of your head, it wasnât a powerful throw but enough to unfreeze you and to start a snowball fight with Lucifer. The brothers joined you too, Mammon and Asmo played with you and the angels against the other five brothers. You played for a couple of hours but you asked to stop as no one was really winning and you couldnât feel your fingers anymore. You hugged Simeon and Luke and thanked them for earlier.Â
When they left, the brothers had the time to realise that you were cold. Your lips were becoming blue and you started shuddering uncontrollably. Lucifer ushered you to your room. âGet undressed, Iâm going to run a bath for you.â Your teeth were shattering and you slowly started to undressed. You tried to lay your clothes down so they would dry but you decided to just let them as is because you were shaking so much. You wrapped a towel around your body and walked quickly to the bathroom. You didnât realise how much the cold had penetrated your bones. You could barely feel your legs and feet and all your limbs started to be painful as you were slowly warming up with the heat from the house. Lucifer was still in the bathroom, making sure the water was not too hot for your cold body. He turned around when he saw you walked in. You werenât really thinking at that point. All you needed was the warm water so you took off your towel and slided in the bathtub. There was enough water so that it covered all your body. Lucifer was watching you, slightly panicking at your actions and once you stopped shuddering, you looked at him. You chuckled when you saw his panic look but you quickly got embarrassed when you realised why he was panicking. âThank you Lucifer. Iâm alright now. You can leave, I wonât be long.â You smiled shyly at him and he nodded, his gaze looking everywhere but you now. You stayed a few minutes, rubbing your limbs to get the blood flowing, warm. You emptied the bath and you grabbed the towel to dry off. You left the bathroom enveloped in your towel and ran towards your room.  Lucifer was there, rummaging in your closet for warm clothing. He laid them on the bed for you. âPut that on. Iâll come back later because I would like to show you something but I donât want what happened earlier happening again.â You chuckled. âSure, Lucifer. Iâll get dressed appropriately.â He smiled. This charming smile that made you melt every time, no matter how angry you were at him.Â
He went by your room and whisked you away to a new coffee that was in an incredible spot. You could see the whole city and the view was breathtaking. It was on a roof of a tall building and you didnât know there was such a place in the Devildom. He ordered two hot drinks and when they were done he brought you outside. You shivered at the temperature difference and Lucifer instinctively came closer to you. You leaned on the railing to have a proper look at the view. The snow was everywhere, covering the city with a white sheet. You felt the demon coming closer to you and wrapping his arms around you from behind. You could feel his bodyâs heat even through your layers. âItâs only to keep you warm while you are outside.â You giggled. âOf course, Luciferâ He hummed happily then stopped. He turned you around so you were facing him but you were still in his arms. You gasped as it was sudden and you looked at him, surprised. He looked straight into your eyes and put his forehead on yours. He closed his eyes. âI am sorryâ. You waited for him to look at you. âFor what?â He sighed. You knew he knew but you wanted him to say it. âFor what I said in my study.â You moved your head on the side so you wouldnât look at him anymore. You started to completely pull away but his embrace tightened. âI-I donât have any excuse. I went too far. My pride was speaking for me when Diavolo said out loud what I was denying to myself and I let it fester instead of just going to see you and to apologise to you as you deserve. You were right, I donât deserve you. I donât deserve a lot but I really hope you can forgive me someday.â You didnât move your head while he was speaking, you looked at the cityâs lights, blurred by the tears that were starting to fall. You didnât look up either when you started to talk. âIt hurt, you know? To hear such hatred from you. To hear that I was an inferior being because I was a human. I felt like you never wanted me and I was just an inconvenience even though you have been so kind to me.â He sighed again, lips strained into a thin line. He hugged you tighter, your head was now on his chest and you could hear his heart. âAs I said, i donât have an excuse for what I said. I could say I didnât mean it but at the moment it still hurt you and for that I apologise, again. If there is one thing I would never do on purpose, itâs hurting you. What I said was me defending myself against Lord Diavoloâs true claims but I shouldnât have used those harsh words.â Your tears were still flowing while you listened to him through the vibrations of his chest. You wrapped your arms around his waist and he kissed you on the top of your head. You waited to stop crying before pulling away. He grabbed your face with both hands and gently, with his thumbs, he wiped the tears off your cheeks. He kissed your forehead, both your eyes, the tip of your nose then each of your cheeks and he stopped his lips in front of yours. âDo you think you can forgive me?â You leaned into his hands. âI donât know? Do you hate me or humans?â He chuckled then leaned in to press a soft kiss on your lips. âNo, I donât hate you nor humans.âÂ
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Scary Sunset.
I'm concepting things way outta order in this story, but I'm sure you can piece things together. Context is for a storybeat where, after defeating and capturing Adagio (thus having all three sirens in her possession), Sunset enacts her revenge plot to release the sirens on Canterlot as Thea discovers she's been manipulated. In a confrontation, the two scuffle and fight over the siren orbs while Sunset struggles with her conflicting wants and emotions.
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He has a nightmare where he rejected you
Characters: Lucifer and Mammon (x gn!reader, separately)
Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5
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CW: very OOC since they'd never reject you to begin with, but hey, that's why it's a nightmare
A/N: the rest of the brothers, as well as the dateables, will have their own part too, but I'm writing the requests and the fics for the 500 followers event at the same time, so everything will take some time <3
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Lucifer â You werenât his first choice
Under the fear and the mistrust, you showed a clear interest in him since the beginning.
He couldnât blame you; he was handsome, after all, and he knew his attitude was attractive to most.
And while he found you beautiful as well, you meddled too much in his familyâs business and your defiance to him only felt irritable.
You were a nuisance. A threat to his Lordâs wishes.
He made sure to keep you at armsâ length except the few times he felt the need to threaten you.
Surprisingly, the more you forced him to know you, the more he couldnât say no.
Your shared time turned enjoyable and you soon started to hang out in his office late at night or, if you were an early riser like him, in the morning during breakfast.
He shouldâve expected your romantic feelings towards him, something he saw before you had the chance to tell him. The way you looked at him or blushed when he paid you attention, how you searched for his presence more and more.
He rejected you before you could even talk to him about it.
It was brutal, in a way, cold and straight to the point. He didnât bother to pour his heart into his apology.
He had his duties to Lord Diavolo, to his family and the kingdom.
The attraction he felt for you, the love that couldâve been, wasnât enough for him to stay.
There were two types of pain in his chest when he woke up: the pressure in his sternum caused by the sharp edge of the desk and the sting in his heart from the hurt in your eyes.
He didnât do that, did he?
He accepted you, he accepted your love with open arms, gave his in return. Lucifer could remember the smile in your first kiss just as much as the sincerity in your voice each time you reminded him the depth of your feelings. He always opened his ribcage like you would with a book to show his reciprocation.
Staring at his paperwork in horror, the pool of saliva slowly drying under his distress, Lucifer searched for memories that could prove the existence of your relationship. Your weight on his lap, your scent in his clothes, the last message you sent him, the last time he treated you on a date.
When was that?
How many days ago?
Weeks? Months??
His fingers trembled when he pushed his hair back and he knew the sting in his eyes wasnât due to fatigue. Now gasping, eyes wide open in panic, he got up and paced around the room, the false reality of his dreams thankfully fading away and letting him see himself pouring two drinks while you stared at him in adoration, setting you on top of the table to kiss you carelessly or letting you drag him out of the office for a good night sleep.
 âDear Diavoloâ he mustered to himself, taking his coat off and letting it fall to the ground before breathing deeply. âHow stupid⊠StupidâŠâ
Although not entirely, the embarrassment of suffering such despair for a nightmare washed the panic away, making him thank everything that would listen that none of his brothers were there to witness his fear and desperation.
It was the last thing he needed.
However, still hating the oneiric sight of your heartbreak, Lucifer refused to stay in the office. Reading official documents and signing them with his beautifully practised handwriting seemed like proper torture now and he knew that going back to his work would only give him more suffering dreams.
Would you hug him for the rest of the night if he asked or would you rather have the roles reversed, as it usually was? Oh, what he would do to feel your fingers through his hair and your heartbeat under his cheek. Heâd stay awake forever if that meant never letting you go the way he did in his dream.
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Mammon â He wouldnât admit the truth
He thought so lowly of you during your first week in the Devildom that once he caught feelings, admitting them was simply mortifying.
The second born, Avatar of Greed, falling in love with a human? It was embarrassing at best and pathetic at worst.
Yet, he followed you every step of the way. Going to classes, to the cafeteria, back to the house once the day was over...
As days went by, he even spent more time in your room than his; watching a movie, taking a nap, studying or just hanging out.
And when he wanted to do something else? Something more⊠illegal and underground?
Oh, you followed. You followed him just as blindly as he followed you.
It was painful, yet wonderful.
How full his chest felt whenever you smiled or even looked at him, the complicity in your conversations, the comfortable silence you shared.
The quiet sobs that closed his throat each time he insulted you because he accidentally showed too much of himself, the horrifying emptiness of his room that engulfed him when you finally had enough and wouldnât let him visit you out of the blue anymore.
Your feelings for him were as clear as the ones he had for you, but none of them were spoken about.
Yours came and went, first hopeful and then neglected.
His stayed.
He still followed, you just didnât look back anymore.
He woke up crying, body hyperventilating and sweating and mind still in the horror that his dream had created.
He recognized the sheets as the ones from his bed, but everything else looked blurry and too dark to pay attention to. However, Mammon could feel the spot next to him still warm and the silhouette of your figure was visible on the mattress. A quick glance at the door and the lights of the bathroom shining through helped set his heart in a steady pace.
You were there with him, unavailable for just a couple of minutes, but soon to return to the comfort of his arms. Your clothes were mixed with his on the sofa, he was charging his DDD with your charger because his was in your room.
Even if it was hard to say out loud, Mammon loved you too much to ever let you go, as did you.
There was no possibility of that nightmare ever being real.
âDid I wake you up?â
There you stood, above him, hair completely dishevelled, eyes half closed, either from grogginess or the temporary blindness from light exposure, and hands reaching out for him. Your fingers intertwined with his as soon as they found each other and your lips slowly came down to clumsily kiss the corner of his mouth.
âWhat was that?â he softly laughed, quickly forgetting about the nightmare.
âShut up, I canât even see youâ
He could only observe in tenderness and relief as you climbed over him, ignoring your side of the bed in favour of his entire torso, but, just when you were settling in, you licked your lips and stared at him, even if you werenât entirely able to see.
âBaby, are you crying?â
âNo, Iâm notâ he immediately answered in a defensive stance, blushing in embarrassment.
How could you know being blind as a mole?? Did you taste his tears when you kissed him?
âMammonâ
You tried to look serious, but the exhaustion betrayed you, turning your glare into a pout. He couldâve laughed at you, and he wouldâve in any other situation, but the feeling of being too late to freely love you still crushed his heart and the only thing he wanted to do was to keep you close and hope you were still there by morning.
âIâm not cryingâ he insisted, this time in a softer tone.
That seemed to reach whatever was left of your consciousness, so you finally let your head fall on top of his chest to continue your slumber, talking one last time only to say what he needed to hear the most.
âI love you, Mamsâ
âI love you tooâ he sighed.
Heâd tell you again once you were awake. And once more after that, just to make sure.
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MC needs some extra love
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Youâre having an off day. Your demons have asked to make sure nothingâs actually wrong, just to be safe, but theyâve seen you like this a few times before. They understand. Youâre just feeling down for no particular reason. Just sad and low energy. Extra tired.
Nothing happened, no one hurt you, nothingâs wrong⊠you just woke up in a low mood. Because it simply be like that sometimes. You just⊠need some extra affection today. No reason. Itâs okay, theyâre not judging. Theyâll do what they can to cheer you up a littleâthey love you, you know. They want to see you smile at least once today.
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Lucifer:
When Lucifer notices your mood, he softens towards you a lot. He asks if anything is wrong first of courseâthey all doâbut once he learns that thereâs nothing he needs to correct and no one he needs to punish on your behalf, he just softens. He treats you more gently than usual.
He expects youâll get fed up entertaining all his brothers, with their endless chaotic energy. So he invites you to hide out with him in his office. You are invited to just sit with him and read, or put on some music, or play a game on your DDD, or just rest⊠or whatever it is that will help.
Heâll even let you curl up in his lap and cuddle with him if thatâs what you want. That cheers him up too.
He quietly redistributes the most taxing of your chores for today amongst the seven of them, to give you time to recharge.
Youâll find Levi and Beel doing the dishes for you when itâs your turn, or if youâre supposed to make dinner youâll find that Mammon and Asmo have already ordered everyone takeout, and theyâre already in the middle of setting it all out on the table. You wonât have to do a thing! If you were supposed to clean up a common space in the house, itâll already be done by some of your assorted pact partners. You might even find sticky notes placed amongst your homework in Luciferâs, Satanâs, and Belphieâs handwriting, suggesting edits and books titles to check for better information, and pointing out any parts in your work that are particularly well done.
When you check your DDD later, you see that Lucifer had instructed his brothers to take on what they can from you to make your life easier today. He was not planning on letting you know that, clearlyâbecause he sent that in the brothers group chat. You only know because Karasuâs spy feature showed you.
His support is shown in all these soft, quiet details. Peaceful moments. Simple, but unmistakable reminders of how loved you are. Itâs okay if you donât smile today, even though he would like you too. He will verbally remind you that loves you anyway.
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Mammon:
Mammonâs first instinct, of course, is retail therapy. He offers to take you shopping. Heâll even pay for your stuff! He doesnât mind if it makes you happy!
You appreciate that very muchâand maybe youâd be happy to take him up on that if you were sad for a reason, but⊠you just have no spare energy. Just thinking about going out exhausts you more. Youâd have to deal with looking at things! And forming opinions, and deciding on stuff to buy! Thereâs crowds and cashiers and bright lights and just⊠stuff outside! You canât, you just canât. You have no energy and you canât.
The first time Mammon sees you like this, heâs confused. You donât wanna go out? You donât want any new stuff?? He sure hasnât felt like that before!
He puts effort into figuring out what will actually help cheer you up instead. Heâs considerate that way.
He tries taking you for a long drive. He tries taking tasks off your to-do list. He tries trailing after you all day to keep you company, holding your hand, chattering all day so you canât hear your thoughts, staying quiet so you donât get overstimulated. He cycles through every possible approach over the months, on every random day you happen to wake up like this.
Itâs all greatly appreciatedâand hey, some of his ideas work better than the rest! You feel loved and cared for regardless. Itâs impossible to miss how much he adores you.
Eventually though, he strikes gold!
That particular day, he had been telling you a stupid joke every time he ran into you, in an attempt to make you smile. He gets a weak grin for his troubles just about halfway through the day. He beams at you triumphantly at that, impulsively scooping you up for a hug and repeatedly kissing the top of your head, andâaha! THEREâS the smile he was looking for!
From that point on, he knows what to do!
The next time you wake up in this mood, he takes the first opportunity to give you a playfully over the top show of affection. Over the course of the day, he keeps doing it!
He runs into you in the hallway between classes, he (gently) aggressively ruffles your hair as he passes you. He finds you aimlessly walking through the house, you immediately get snatched into his arms for a nice long squeeze. You sit with him as heâs scrolling through devilgram, he sets it aside for a moment to squish your cheeks between his hands and cover your forehead and nose with loud, playful kisses. You go up to him and request attention? You get kiss attacked, and he wonât let up until you crack a smile!
Your brain hurts, he says, echoing your very first explanation. Itâs okay though, he says. Heâll kiss it better, he says.
He is MORE than happy to completely discard the tsundere façade to lean into this⊠over-the-top affectionate silliness, as long as it continues to make you laugh and smile like that.
He wonât admit it, but⊠this is more honest. This is much closer to who he is at heart than his usual behaviour is. Try as he might, he canât hide how much he cares to save his life.
The realest aspect of Mammon is not the dumbass, not the money-grubber, not the uncaring cool guy that he pretends to be⊠no, itâs the goofy dork who loves you SO much that heâd go to any amount of effort to cheer you up.
Heâs damn good at it too! HE was put in charge of your well-being for a reason! Heâs the best big brother/guardian/friend/pact partner ever, and youâre his to take care of. Heâs not letting HIS human go without smiling once for a whole day! Youâre the sole member of his family he can openly dote on, and dammit, he will!
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Levi:
Leviâs go-to is, of course, distracting you with media. He tries games first, but if youâre too low-energy for that, he gets it. He tries anime, movies, shows, videos, manga, whatever you seem to respond best to.
Youâll notice a theme of letting others help, confiding in friends, opening up to people. There are repeated instances of characters asking for support from the rest of the cast and then being helped and taken care of. Lots of power of friendship stories, lots of hurt/comfort and âitâs rotten workâ ânot to me, not if itâs youâ and team-as-family.
Maybe, just maaaybe, heâs trying to tell you something!
He relaxes when you explain that you just woke up like this, sometimes this just happens and itâs no oneâs fault, thereâs no problem, he doesnât have to worry about you. He gets that! Sometimes he wakes up like that too. It does happen!
But⊠youâre his player two! He wants to worry about you!
So he takes care of you the way he wishes someone would take care of him when he gets like that. Gives you the extra love he knows first-hand that you need right now. He lets you choose the entertainment, he holds your hand, and mirrors what you do to self-soothe.
If you wanna lie on the floor and stare at his jellyfish decorations, heâs right next to you. If you wanna tell Henry how youâre feeling, heâs right there with you doing the same so you donât have to feel self-conscious. If youâre stimming, he will too. That one makes him happy as well! If you wanna burrow into a pile of blankets and plushies like a hognose snake, he totally gets it and will also do that. He does that anyway sometimes, just because itâs comfy.
Thereâs not a hint of judgement from Levi. Ever. He gets it.
When you guys HAVE to leave his room, like for meals and such, he lends you his headphones. So you donât get overstimulated from all the noise his brothers make. He never goes far from you, either. He always stays close enough that you can reach for him if you want to.
After dinner, when youâre tired and done with trying to act normal (not that even one of your demons is fooled), Levi brings you back to his room. He asks if you have any requests, anything you want to do, anything he can do to help you. If you know what you need, heâll just do it. If you donât, heâll offer comfort in some form that makes sense to him. He understands that all you really need is some extra love when youâre like this, so heâs not at a loss. He gets it, he feels the same way sometimes, he can do that!
You end up curled up in his lap, hiding your face in his shoulder as he watches an anime youâve both seen before at a low volume. Familiar and comforting. Heâs happy to just sit and chill with you until you feel like youâve recharged enough. He knows youâd do the same for him.
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Satan:
Satanâs instinct, once he learns whatâs going on, is to bring you to the quiet spot outside where the stray cats he has befriended gather and then plonk the chillest one in your lap.
Cats are perfect fluffy little warm purring bundles of free therapy, after all. How could you not be recharged by this?
Heâs not wrong, the cat definitely helps. It is in fact a perfect creature.
But⊠well, you donât bother to spend the energy on saying so, but being outside isnât really helping. You cringe at every loud noise. The wind ruffling your clothes every so often is annoying you. Youâre sitting on concrete and itâs making you cold. The streetlights feel particularly aggressive to your eyes today. Very stabby. There are smells outside! No one wants that!
You love the cats, but Satan is giving them all his attention and youâre getting just a little bit jealous. You as well are giving the cat in your lap all your attention, andâas stupid as you feel about itâyouâre getting a little bit jealous about that too. You want attention too! All the cat has to do is be cute and soft and it can have all the petting and cuddling it wants! As it deserves, yes, but⊠donât you as well, though..?
You try to push that feeling away and just pet the cat. The cat did nothing wrong, you still love it, youâre supposed to be feeling MORE recharged from this! Not⊠whatever it is you do feel. At the end of the day you still enjoy petting the cat and you donât want it to leave. Thatâs still true and thatâs what matters, you tell yourself.
Eventually the cat decides itâs had enough petting for now, and gets up. Satan checks on you, fully expecting you to be thoroughly cheered up! Instead he sees you staring forlornly at your hands, mostly zoned out. Confused, he asks if youâre okay.
You nod once, giving him a hollow smile.
Now heâs concerned. He takes a minute to finish petting the cats surrounding himânoting the hint of jealousy in your eyes as you observe himâthen comes to sit on the concrete stair next to you.
He gently points out that he knows you well enough to detect a lie. Especially an unconvincing lie like that. You give a noncommittal hum in reply. Thatâs all you have the energy for.
He wraps an arm around your shoulders, letting you slump against his side. Your head leans against his shoulder. His other arm comes up to stroke your head for a moment, then drops down again to take your hand.
In a small, tired voice, you thank him. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze in reply.
Eventually he adjusts you so he can hold you more comfortably. Every so often he kisses the top of your head, or rubs your shoulder, or squeezes your hand, or says something quietly to you. Pointing out a interesting leaf shape, telling you something inconsequential about his day, prompting you to look when one of the cats does something cute, reminding you that he loves you and itâs okay to feel like this. That he enjoys your company no matter what mood youâre in.
This helps a lot more. Eventually you have enough energy to reply to him in full sentences! Heâs visibly relieved at that. Still, he continues to hold you.
Itâs after this point that a different cat comes up to you. It sniffs your shoelace then rubs itself against your leg. It flops over your shoe, stretching adorably with its little paws reaching up. It looks up at you all wide-eyed and cute, and finally you give a short puff of a laugh. Satan feels it more than hears it, but still!! He feels successful!
You pet this cat as it stands up and sniffs at your free hand. You look at it with a little smile. Thereâs a bit more soul in this smile, to Satanâs relief.
Later, as the two of you are leaving, he slips the cat a treat and whispers a thank you to it. Then he takes your hand again and leads you back home.
(He makes a mental note to himself for next time: pet the sad human first!! Then go see the cats!)
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Asmo:
Asmo notices that youâre having one of those days today, and he rushes to spoil you. Like Mammon, his first instinct is to take you shoppingâbut specifically for clothes and makeup and skincare products. Stuff that would cheer him up.
But youâre tired, and he understands that. Itâs okay, he still knows what to do!
Asmo brings you into his room. You curl up in a sad, tired lump on his bed. He lets you chill there while he gathers up the stuff he wants.
He returns to you with his arms full of stuff! Nail polish, face masks, a hairbrush, moisturizer and hair oil, etc etc. Stuff for taking care of you.
He makes a point of only doing stuff that doesnât sting at all. No plucking eyebrows or messing with your cuticles or anything like that. Just the stuff that feels nice.
Asmo quietly chatters about people he knows and stuff heâs used and whatever the latest gossip heâs heard is. Not even really to inform you this time, because he knows youâre probably not gonna remember much when youâre like this, but more to provide you with a constant, grounding backdrop of his familiar voice.
He speaks softly to you as he wipes your face with cleanser and then proceeds with his skincare process. He gently brushes your hair, spending twice as long as necessary just because it feels nice. He insists you donât bother to move as he sits next to you and paints your nails.
At some point he runs out of stuff to do, so he ends up just brushing over your face with a clean makeup brush. No product on it at all, heâs just doing it to make you relax, because itâs soft and it feels nice. Itâs meditative, honestly. For both of you.
He spends a good long while doing that.
He finishes up and lies down next to you. He pulls you into a cuddle. You offer to return the favour for him. Do his skincare and hair and nails and stuff for him, spoil him backâbecause he deserves the best.
For the first time ever, he declines. He shushes you and holds you tighter. This is the only situation in which he would ever refuse that!
He says youâre more than welcome to return the favour tomorrow if you like, but for now he just wants you to rest. He did all that for you to get you in this relaxed state youâre in right now, donât get up and un-relax yourself so fast! Keep your brain turned off! Itâs good for you sometimes!
⊠yes, Asmo is surprised by his own selflessness tooâmore surprised than you are by now, knowing him. Heâs always been selfless for your sake since you first became his friend. It still surprises him though.
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Beel:
Beel is your best guy for validation. For quiet, thoughtful, unwavering support. Heâs a lot more insightful than heâs often given credit for. Heâs one of the best people in this family in terms of emotional intelligence, no question about it.
He knows just what to do. He observes you as the day goes on, taking the first opportunity to pull you aside and check on you without any others around. Just to make absolutely sure thereâs nothing else going on.
His voice is soft, his hands are gentle, and he puts effort into understanding you. Youâre family, he loves you so much! So of course he would.
Heâll share his food with you of courseâboth because he wants you to know that he loves you that much, and because heâs trying to remove a task from your to-do list. You donât have to think about getting food and preparing it and any of that if he just. Does it for you. You can spend your very limited energy elsewhere.
Heâll take you with him on his routine walk, just so you can have a change of scenery and an opportunity to chat uninterrupted.
He listens to you complain about being outside with his characteristic placid sympathyâa combination that would be a bit contradictory if it came from anyone else, but somehow makes perfect sense for Beel. Itâs soothing. Reassuring, somehow. He helps a lot, just by being himself.
When you inevitably run out of energyâmuch quicker than you usually do, but you expected thatâhe offers to carry you. Or rather, he automatically goes to do it on muscle memory, because thatâs just what he does with tired loved ones (Belphie usually). He catches himself and realizes he should ask first in this case. Just to make sure. Heâs considerate like that.
You are very tired⊠and you want contact. So of course you accept the offer. How could you refuse when he offers so earnestly?
He walks in measured, consistent steps as he carries you. The sway of his movement is deliberately relaxing. Heâs trying to lull you into a meditative haze, or maybe put you to sleep. Either is good, he thinks.
The warmth of him makes the⊠everything about being outside when youâre feeling this way a lot more tolerable. The sounds of his footsteps, his breaths, his heartbeat⊠all of that drowns out the background noise just enough. Your face is pressed into his jacket, so the streetlights donât stab your eyes and all the distressingly inconsistent outside smells are entirely covered by the spices-aromatics-soap scent of Beel. Itâs a smell you know very well, and the familiarity of it is grounding.
Everything about him is grounding, really. He really did know exactly what to do.
At the end of the day⊠itâs okay if you donât smile. He would like you to, of course, but he will meet you where youâre at. Anyway, itâs more important to him that you feel like itâs safe to show however it is you actually feel around him. He understands the amount of trust that takes, and heâs honoured by it. Nothing is more important to him than that trust.
So, you donât have to smile. Itâs okay.
Donât be strong, he tells you. Thereâs no need, for now. Just let him. Rest, lean on his strengthâheâs got more than enough for both of you. Heâs got you. Heâs not going anywhere.
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Belphie:
Oh, youâre tired? A bit sad, a bit grouchy? Damn. Looks like even HE has more energy than you today. Thatâs not something he sees often! Well, thatâs fine. He knows what to do.
Itâs straight to baby jail with you!
In his arms, that is. In bed, surrounded by his best pillows, covered by the least warm heavy blanket he has, so you wonât overheat but will still feel nice and covered.
He positions you so youâre facing each other, with your head tucked under his chin. So you have room to comfortably breathe and talk, but your face is still as covered as possible so you wonât be bothered by any lights.
Emotional intelligence may not be Belphieâs strong suit, but he is observant and he understands exhaustion. This may not exactly be the usual kind of exhaustion, but still! Thereâs no demon better equipped to understand whatâs going on with you right now, just by nature.
Heâs totally fine with cuddling you in silence if you donât feel like talking. That really works for him, actually, because it allows him to nap.
Not that he doesnât WANT to listen to you. He does. Heâd be happy to. But he gets it if you donât wanna bother with that. Itâs okay.
He will, however, delay taking a nap until you doze off first. He just wants to make sure youâre okay. Heâs not about to just fall asleep and abandon you if you still need attention.
If youâre not falling asleep very fast, he will help. Not with magic, surprisingly. Heâs being more⊠gentle, he supposes, than that in this situation.
He talks quietly about nothing important. The soft drone of his voice, kept consistent and deliberately soporific, melts into your brain like butter, slowing it way down. Blocking everything else out. Gradually turning it off. One hand rubs your back slowly, almost as if to match the rhythm of his voice.
Itâs so relaxing. You feel like you could stay like this forever and never want to move, youâre that comfortable.
Belphie knows what heâs doing.
It works really well! He makes sure you feel loved and cared for, then makes sure you get some extra rest. Mental and physical recharging.
Of course, you wake up feeling a lot better. Maybe not entirely back to your normal self yet, but definitely better. How could you not?
Youâre a lot less tired after youâve slept, and less sad too⊠so heâs succeededâbut youâre still not smiling!
He can fix that, right?
He lets you get up and stretch first, of course. He does the same. Before you leave the room though, he wraps you up in another hug.
He pulls back to examine your face after a minute or two.
Hmm⊠you look comfy, but still no smile! He canât have that! So he hugs you tightly again, but this time his fingers start to lightly poke and brush over your sides. Heâs trying to force you to smile by tickling you. Heâs not gonna do too much, heâs not trying to overwhelm you. He stops as soon as you crack a smile.
There we go, he says as he gives you one last gentle squeeze. That was all he wanted, he tells you.
He doesnât let go of you for long, over the rest of the day. Always holding your hand, giving you random hugs, draping himself over your shouldersâbut without making you take all his weight for once, because he knows youâre still kinda tired. Enough of it to be soothing, but no more. Just so you donât get lonely. He doesnât want you to get all sad again.
If you do get sad again though, itâs okay. He will squish the sadness out of you all over again, as many times as you need. He doesnât mind.
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I was traveling and I saw a statue called the fallen angel, referring to the fall of Lucifer. And I remembered that there are many representations of this fall, paintings, statues, other works of art⊠How must Lucifer feel when he sees these representations of his lowest moment? What thoughts crossed his mind? What did he think when Mc saw them and then met him?
Mc: Lucifer?
Lucifer: *looking at the statue seriously*
Mc: Luci..?
Lucifer: It's like humans praise my fall.
Mc: *looking at the statue too*
Lucifer: As if they wanted to remember that anyone who defies father will end up like me...
A heavy silence fell over the two, Mc and Lucifer looking at the statue.
Mc: Well, or it could have another meaning.
Lucifer: *looking at them*
Mc: *looking back at him* It could be a reminder that you tried the impossible, that you challenged the undefiable.
Lucifer: *putting on a half-smile* You, really are...
Mc: If it's not a reminder of a moment that inspires, why would you bother to make it so beautiful?
Lucifer starts laughing and ends up hugging Mc.
Mc: *smiling* I think many humans find inspiration in what you did... Great changes occur when one rebels against unjust authority...
Lucifer: You're so strangeâŠ. Thanks Mc.
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Thinking about kissing Solomon after a really rough day that has you reaching your breaking point.
All the frustration builds within you that you just want to have the tears cascade down your cheeks. But you pay Solomon a visit and kind of barge in his room. He looks up from his desk and finds you walking towards him.
He was about to ask what's up until he feels this frustration mixed with sadness(?) swirling within you, so he just shuts up when you grab him by the collar and slam your lips against his.
Your heart beats rapidly, unknown to you if it's because of the intimate moment or because of how overwhelmed you feel.
His hands find their way to your waist while you keep him still as he sits down the chair of his desk. Slowly, one hand of yours roam around his chest, the other gripping his upper arm a little too firmly.
Solomon presses you closer to him, trying to close the distance between the two of you. You pour all your pent-up exasperation into the aggressive kiss, and for some reason, Solomon manages to calm you down.
You pull away, and he envelopes you into this warm embrace that makes you want to allow your tears to stream, depending on how stressful that particular day was.
For a while, you two of you find comfort in the silence, seeking warmth from each other's body.
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Headcanon:
Sometimes the brothers fight with Mammon. Full on screaming and anger because they think he stole something or he actually did. While this can lead to physical fights, the brothers are not always looking for one. At these times they get especially upset when they raise their hands to get a point across and Mammon's first reaction is shielding his head as if about to be hit.
Levi isn't good with this kind of thing so he'll continue seething for a minute before storming off and hiding in his room. Now upset that his brother thought he'd hit him even though he wasn't planing on. He can't quite place his feelings but ends up leaving his room later on in the same day and subconsciously searches the house for Mammon. When he does find him he just ends up curled close to or even against him. Levi refuses to acknowledge what is happening, partially because he doesn't understand his own emotions.
Asmo doesn't have such a complicated reaction, he just gets upset because how can his brother think he'll ruin his pretty face?! Mammon will get reassured Asmo is not looking for a fight, even if Asmo's a bit incredulous about it.
Satan won't notice his reaction if he's in a fit of anger. Later on he'll silently remark to himself that Mammon's reaction was appropriate.
Lucifer will acknowledge Mammon's reaction, tell him he's not going to hit him and continue his lecture. He actively makes an effort to keep his hands down or clasp them behind or in front of his body.
Belphie is too lazy to properly yell.
Beel will immediately stop what he was saying and look like a kicked puppy. He hates when his brothers think he'll hurt them. He's most likely to hug Mammon to reassure him before continuing in a calmer manner. Beel is very aware of his build and how he's intimidating even if Mammon is the stronger one.
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In the quiet of your arms Mammon x reader
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Summary: Mammon has a nightmare where he loses you, and wakes up to find his bed emptyâ you come back and find him in a state of panic.
Nightmare, happy ending!, established relationship, hurt/lots of comfort, mentions of blood/death, soft mammon
Credit to @steddiecameraroll-graphics for the beautiful dividers :)
The nightmare clung to Mammon like a vice, tightening with every breath he took. Dark tendrils wrapped around his thoughts, choking the air from his lungs. But as hard as he tried, Mammon couldnât break free.
He was running, always runningâ his breath ragged, his heart slamming against his ribsâ but no matter how fast his legs moved, you were slipping further away. Y/Nâ his human, his everythingâ lay before him, broken. Blood stained the earth beneath you like spilled ink, dark and endless, as if it might swallow him whole.
âStay with me!â His voice cracked, desperate and raw. He dropped to his knees beside you, trembling fingers brushing your skin, but your warmth was quickly fadingâ slipping between his fingers like sand. He could see it in your eyes, the light that you shone with was dimming.
You were leaving him.
A scream clawed its way out of his throat, but when he tried to hold you closer, his arms passed through empty air.
Mammon awoke, heart hammering, drenched in cold sweat.
The darkness of his room greeted him like a heavy shroud, suffocating and oppressive. He felt the remnants of the nightmare lingering, curling in the corners of his room. He sat up, panting, eyes wildly searchingâ but you werenât there.
His bed was empty, his room silent.
A void opened inside of him, deep and gnawing, a primal fear clawing at his chest. His hands shook as he fumbled for his D.D.D., calling out your name into the silence, but the device slipped from his grip, clattering to the floor.
âNo, no, noâŠâ Panic rushed through him, an icy torrent sweeping him away. He stood, stumbled, nearly tripping over his own feet as he checked every inch of his room, heart slamming against his ribs, breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps.
The world was spinning, closing in, pressing against his chest until it hurt. He could still see youâ broken and lifelessâ when he closed his eyes. He couldnât lose you.
Not you.
When you returned from your trip to the bathroom, the scene you found stole the breath from your lungs.
Mammon was on the floor, knees pulled up to his chest, hands gripping fistfuls of his hair as though trying to keep himself from unraveling completely. His golden eyesâ usually gleaming with mischief or arroganceâ were wide and wild, filled with a terror youâd never seen before. The great Mammon, the Avatar of Greed, reduced to something fragile, something broken.
You knelt beside him, touch feather-light against his shaking form. âMamâs⊠Iâm here.â
He flinched at the sound of your voice, his breath catching in his throat. Slowly, he lifted his head, his gaze locking onto yours, searching your face in disbelief.
âYou⊠youâre here,â he whispered, voice hoarse, as if he couldnât quite trust his own eyes. His hand reached out, trembling, brushing against your cheek as though testing whether you were real, whether you would disappear the moment he blinked.
Tears finally broke through, rolling down his cheeks in heavy silence as he realized you were really there.
âYou were goneââ His voice cracked, raw and vulnerable in a way he rarely let anyone see. âI-I couldnât find ya⊠I thoughtââ His words broke off into a choked sob, and he pulled you against him, holding you tightly, burying his face into the crook of your neck.
You wrapped your arms around him, grounding him in your warmth. You could feel the weight of his fear in the way his hands shook against your back, the way his breathing came in shallow, uneven bursts. You slowly stroked his hair, your fingers weaving through soft strands, whispering reassurances into the quiet. You tangled yourself into him on the ground, letting him press closer, as if the heat of your skin could melt away the lingering traces of his nightmare.
âIâm here, Mammon,â you whispered again, firmer this time, âIâm not going anywhere.â
His breathing slowed, but the trembling didnât stop entirely. You could feel his heartbeat, frantic and uneven, as if he was still trapped in that dark dream. You stayed still, holding him even closer, letting him find solace in the steady rhythm of your heart. Your fingers kept brushing through his hair, over his back, each touch a promise: Iâm with you.
Minutes seemed to stretch into an eternity, the room so silent that your breathing seemed to echo. Gradually, the chaos in Mammon began to ebb. His grip on you loosened, just enough to be able to look at youâ really look at you. He studied you like you were a lifeline, his gaze tracing every soft curve of your face, every shimmer of warmth in your eyes, every rise and fall of your chest.
âYouâre⊠really here,â he murmured, disbelief and awe threading through his voice. âI thought I lost ya..â
âYouâll never lose me,â you replied, fingers brushing through his hair slowly, soothingly. âI promise, Iâm right here. And I always will be.â
The softness of your voice, the certainty of your words, seemed to chip away at the last of his fear. He closed his eyes, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours. âYa donât get it,â he whispered, voice barely audible. âI⊠I canât lose ya. I donât know what Iâd do without ya.
Your heart swelled at his confession. Gently, you cupped his face, guiding him to look at you again. âYou wonât,â you said, each word a promise sealed with the warmth in your gaze. âIâm here, and Iâm staying.â
He leaned into your touch, hands slipping from your waist to tangle with yours, fingers intertwining as if he were holding onto something sacred. He breathed out slowly, the last traces of his fear fading with each exhale.
For a moment, neither of you moved, time slowing as you remained wrapped up in each other. The storm in his heart has passed, and all that was left was youâ steady, constant, and real.
You pressed a kiss to his forehead, soft and lingering, and he closed his eyes at the feel of your lips against his skin. âMams,â you whispered softly, your voice warm as a summer breeze, âI adore you.â
He opened his eyes, the golden warmth in them softening as he gazed at you. Slowly, he lifted his hand to cradle your face, his thumb brushing lightly over your cheek. âI adore everythinâ about ya,â he murmured, voice quiet but filled with a sincerity that made your heart flutter. âAnd Iâm never lettingâ ya go.â
You smiled, leaning into his touch, and before you knew it, his lips brushed against yoursâ a kiss that was gentle, tentative, and full of unspoken promises. He kissed you as though you were the most precious thing in his world, a reverence in the way he held you close.
The kiss lingered, soft and slow, before he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours.
Time seemed to melt away, the two of you wrapped in each other's presence, his fears now just a distant echo. You rested your head against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breaths, the warmth that now filled the room.
For that moment, you were safe.
And you knew that, as long as you had each other, you always would be.
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-`âĄÂŽ- return.
summary: the obey me datables & luke react to mc coming back to life!
tags: obey me datables (simeon, solomon, diavolo, barbatos) x gn!reader, luke & gn!reader, hurt/comfort, implied character death, mentions of violence in solomon's parts, solomon goes a little crazy teehee
i. simeon
he sees you there, in the celestial realm. he had known your soul was pure from the very beginning, but seeing you among the angels was like a knife to his gut, a reminder of his failures to protect you.Â
you werenât supposed to be here, not now, at least. it was far too early for you to die. simeon canât help but feel bitterness well up within him as you turn from michael to look for someone in the crowd (he knew it was him. he hoped it was him).
your features light up â simeon feels his heart skip a beat. even now you were just as he last remembered you, he had always taken the time to visit you in the devildom, even after his internship was over. you more beautiful than any angel he had ever seen.Â
you embrace him tight, and the tighter you squeeze the more he feels like he canât breathe, the combating feelings waging a war in his mind. he shouldâve been watching over you; what kind of guardian angel was he to let his human die like this?
âiâm sorry,â he doesnât know why his voice cracks when he says it. simeon? losing his composure? he had garnered many millennia of years of experience working to keep it up. âiâm sorry i didnât protect you.â
âitâs okay simeon,â he feels your hands squeeze the back of his cloak. a wicked thought crosses his mind; maybe if you dug your nails in harder he would have some penance for his failures. if you cut through the bone and marrow and reached his heart then maybe his father would forgive him â maybe you would forgive him for his short-comings. âiâm here now.â
âright,â he breathes you in as if to convince himself. simeon feels the strength of his bond with you overwhelm him, he can feel how much you care for him and he feels his chest fill with warmth, chasing away his guilt, if for the moment. âyouâre here forever. with me. nothing can hurt you here, i promise.â
ii. luke
luke had always told you to be mindful of demons, that they were evil creatures who would take any opportunity to kill you. it had seemed that his warning had proved true in the worst way. if only he hadnât been a cherub; if uriel had promoted him to be your guardian angel like he had asked, maybe this couldâve been avoided.
but he was overwhelmed with how happy he was at the fact that you would be spending time with him forever in the celestial realm. he had wanted nothing more ever since you had become friends in the devildom. you were the one light for him in the exchange program.
âyouâre here!â luke chirps, sprinting down the golden bricks of the road to the archangelsâ house. âyouâre reallyâ!â youâre suddenly enveloped in a hug as luke wraps himself around your waist.Â
âhello luke!â you smile from ear to ear, ruffling up his neat hair. usually, heâd make a comment about you not treating him like a child, but for now it seems heâs too busy nuzzling into you. âitâs good to see you again.â
âyes! iâm happy to see you,â he pulls away, cheeks visibly flushed. âiâm sorry that i wasnât there to protect you from those mean old demons but⊠everything will be fine now that youâre here!â
âwould you like to give them a tour of the celestial realm?â michael chimes in with a smile, the younger angelâs eyes lighting up like a christmas tree.
luke nods excitedly, taking your hand in his, already tugging you out of the estate: âwe have so much to do! we canât waste any time!â
iii. solomon
solomon spirals hard.
there was a reason solomon pushed everyone away, why most people in his life were kept an arms length apart. he got too attached to things; to power, to magic, to anything that gave him that needed adrenaline rush⊠why would you be any different? you, the only person he has ever loved had been snatched out of his hands.
and worst of all, he had been powerless to save you.Â
all the magic and demon pacts and connections in the world couldnât stop you from bleeding out in his arms. humans like you were much too fragile for his liking; he had worked tirelessly his whole life to be anything but.
if he couldnât get what he wanted from the damned, he would have to turn his eyes to the celestial realm. if he had to tear down the heavens and bring you crashing back down to earth, heâs sure he would.Â
making bonds with angels was much more difficult than that of demons, but he found after nights of endless research that plucking a few of their feathers would get them to sing.Â
heâs covered in golden ichor when he manages to bring you back â a life for a life. he finally was able to do it, not only to bring a human back to life, but to bring you back. solomon rises, shakily, as you feel your body materialize out of the magic sigil etched into the floor. he smiles gently, looking at you as if you were the only thing that mattered.
so why do you look back at him with such horror?
iv. diavolo
he had bargained with the archangels before, but never for a life.
in all accounts, a human choosing to leave the celestial realm and go to the devildom was unheard of. being cast out of heaven was notoriously the worst punishment anyone could receive.
but you do, you would always choose him over all the luxuries and beauty of the heavens every single time. it was true that love made people do stupid things.
michael sends you back to the devildom months after diavoloâs terms were set, a gift with the price of owing the ruler of the celestial realm a favor. michael was known for his kindness, but diavolo knew that there was more to him than that. he was smart enough to know that michael would never jeopardize the devildom, but angels never forgot debts owed. it was a risk, but one diavolo had no choice but to take.Â
above all the benevolence and good-will he draped himself in, at his core, he was a selfish demon; perhaps moreso than anyone else in the devildom.Â
he holds you against his chest the whole night. in the morning, heâd have duties and meetings to go to. but for now, you were his.Â
âlittle one,â he mumbles into your hair, hands tight around your waist, âmake a pact with me. that you may be at my side forevermore.â
v. barbatos
in so many other timelines he sees you, shining, alive. he starts to resent the other versions of himself for being happy with you (or even worse, happy with any of the others). barbatos could pull you out as easily as he could breathe; he had a mastery over his powers that other lower demons could only imagine.Â
but it wouldnât be the same, he reminds himself, it wouldnât be his version of you.Â
he knew the way to get you back, itâd be to break his own rule: do not interact with the past. diavolo had given him permission to bring you back, it would be a stain on the exchange student program if one of the humans came back dead after the second semester. but he wasnât so sure, what if the you he brought back wasnât the you he remembered?Â
barbatos does it anyways, knowing he canât refuse an order from his lord. the you in the celestial realm will be erased from existence replaced with the you of the past, the one who doesnât know what itâs like to die. the two can only hope it doesnât cause drama in the celestial realm.
âbarbatos?â you question as you walk in the gardens with him, completely oblivious to it all. if he hadnât been so happy that you had returned, he would feel guilty for not telling you of your death. sometimes, ignorance was bliss. âare you okay? you seem more quiet than usual.â
âdo i?â he muses, forcing a soft smile for you. âiâm afraid iâm simply just a bit tired. sleep evaded me last night.â the last part wasnât a lie.
âsorry to hear that,â you pout, âif you want to go nap, you should!
âdo you not wish to spend time with me?â
âitâs not thatâŠâ you kick at the ground, arms crossed behind your back. âitâs just we have all the time in the world though, right? i want you to be rested when weâre together.â
he feels as if youâve struck him with an arrow to his chest. barbatos sees your lifeless body in his mind, did you know and were trying to taunt him? or were you simply just this sweet?
âi suppose youâre right.â he nods his head, âbut youâre coming with me.â
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âOut of everyone in the Human Realm, why me?â MC x Main 7
Pairings: Obey me! Lucifer x MC, Mammon x MC, Leviathan x MC, Satan x MC, Asmodeus x MC, Beelzebub x MC, Belphegor x MC
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It had been a particularly long day at R.A.D. Your professors droned on about subject matter you had been too drained to read about the night before, results for a test you were not confident about came in and you did way worse than you were expecting, and your nights grew shorter as you tried to keep up with the particularly hard material you were given that week.Â
Once you finally arrived at the House of Lamentation, you kept your interactions with the brothers curtâ no one failed to notice your slumped shoulders and distant answers. Your door shuts behind you, your body sliding slowly down the door. Dark thoughts raced through your mind a mile a minute as you buried your head into your hands. Why am I even here?
 The weight in your chest became heavier as the days went by and it wasnât unusual for you to have days where you'd feel like you were incompetent. That there would be so many better choices for a human exchange student other than yourself. There are smarter, prettier, more athletic people. Why you?Â
Not much time passes before you hear a knock at your door, and you promptly let the demon in.
âą ââ ٠†٠ââ ⹠· Lucifer ~
The first thing he notices about you is your teary eyes, usually filled with the same wonder for life he lost so long ago. It broke his heart to see you this way. Still, he remained stoic; someone had to be levelheaded.Â
âI brought your dinner.â His eyes trail up and down your vulnerable figure, taking in your emotional state. âIf there is anything I can do to alleviate your distress, please tell me.â
And there he was, sitting on the floor by your bed right by your side. Heâd insisted that you accompany him to his room but you refused to move. Curled up into a fetal position, you were basically cemented onto the ground. At first, heâd been taken aback by your sudden outburstâ the sobs that racked your chest while you spilled your whole day onto him. All he did was sit there and listen, which was just as much as you couldâve asked for. Lucifer trailed his hand to your upper back, caressing it softly until you leaned into him. When you finally took your face away from your knees, he was greeted by your puffy eyes and snotty nose. You felt embarrassed but the day had taken its toll on you and you were too tired to care.Â
Lucifer gazes at you sympathetically, he knows better than anyone what itâs like to have days that wear you down. He also knows that outbursts with the intensity yours had arenât just from momentary things, this was something youâve kept over time. He curses himself for not noticing sooner, perhaps he couldâve had this conversation with you sooner.
âThis might be stupid but,â The demon perks up at your shaky voice, raspy from the lament. âI just felt so pathetic. I started to question⊠Why me? Yâknow?â
âI donât. Do you mind elaborating on the subject?â His expression shifts from sympathy to confusion.Â
You sniffle, finally regaining consciousness after the crying spell. Wiping your tears from your red, swollen eyes and taking a deep breath, you finally answer his question.
âI mean- I just feel so⊠Insignificant.â You start, looking off to the side, almost ashamed to admit this out loud. âOut of everyone in the Human Realm, why me? Whatâs so special about me?â
You continue, once again allowing the words to spill from your lips.
âThereâs nothing about me other humans have if not more! What if you all visit the human realm one day and you meet other humans and you realize that Iâm not..â
âNot what?âÂ
âIâm not anything special. Nor important.â His expression became more tender as you admitted the main thing that had been bugging you all this time. He could see the way a weight lifted off your shoulders and your teary eyes seemed to relax. At last, your body relaxes the muscles you never recalled tensing up in the first place. A comfortable silence ensued in your words, followed by Lucifer pulling you closer to him so your curled-up body rests more on him. You take a moment to notice heâd been sitting criss-cross the whole time. This distracted you enough to let out a sigh of relief. The eldest demon brother rests his head on yours, planting a gentle kiss on the top of your head and taking in your scent. âYouâre missing the bigger picture, here.â He murmured.
âHuh?â Your thoughts were so loud, you almost missed it.
 âItâs offensive to yourself to take away so much credit from a remarkable human.â
Tears welled up in your eyes again.
âMy brothers and I have been around much longer than you. Weâve all known humans; what they're like, and what theyâre capable of. You may not be worthy in your impossible standards, but to usâ to meâ you are more than enough.â Fat tears roll down your puffy cheeks once again, yet these are silent. You smile at your lap as his words sink in, allowing yourself to relax more into Luciferâs frame. He welcomes you in, allowing the both of you to share a moment. He believes in you, he always has. âThank you, Lucifer.â You sniffle, sincerity laced in your words. âThank you so much.â
âą ââ ٠†٠ââ ⹠·
Mammon ~
 No words are exchanged between the two of you; simply relying on facial expressions to end up in your favorite spot to gossip in the room. However, at this point, it was unfair to reduce your bed to simply gossiping. Over time, Mammon had practically moved in at this point. He kept a spare charger and toothbrush thereâ you never complained.
He cradles you gently in his arms and lets you cry, similarly to how you had comforted him countless nights after arguments with his brothers that got out of hand. You two were a team, the terrible twos, two peas in a pod. He was your first, and you, his human. The sight of you broken down in his arms, distraught to no extent, truly unsettled something in him. Moments you had spent with him fly through his head as he searches for a sign as to when you started to feel this way. Was it something he said? Or did? To be fair he did only sell one thing, but if thatâs what had you in this state then heâd go to the ends of all three realms to get it back.Â
 The secondborn ran his fingers through your hair, being careful to not tug too hard on the tangles. Cooing quietly, attempting to soothe your obvious pain in any way possible. To his relief, you eventually calmed down enough to tell him what exactly was going on. You donât think much as you tell him about your day, running by every incident in every class. Mammon takes note of the way your body shivers and grows colder as you speak of the anxiety-inducing day and doesn't miss a beat before messily throwing your comforter over the both of you. The cool cloth smelled like a pool of the both of you, taking you back to a multitude of memories of the both of you staying up far longer than you needed to simply talk.
âAnd with all of this, I just couldnât help but think that Iâm just not good enough.â You cry out weakly, exhausted from your outpour. âThat if you met literally any other human youâd realize I could never live up to them. Youâd all forget me!â
Hearing you say this tore his heart apart.Â
âOi, whaddyaâ even talking about?â He was dumbfounded by your feelings. How could his human feel this way? His human! The thought of you being anything along the lines of what you claimed to be confused him. You could just look off to the side, heat rising to your face in slight embarrassment. He was acting like you'd just said the most ridiculous thing in the world. "Don't go sayin' stuff like that about ya'self. I'll sock you in the face if you do."
You scrunch your nose in amusement before returning to the same sad pout. Doubts continued to cloud your mind just as quickly as they left.
âOut of everyone in the Human Realm, like, ever. Why me?â You hiccup quietly, wiping a tear with the side of his shirt leaving behind a small, damp, glossy spot. Mammon flashes you a look, usually, this would earn you a playful shove but this wasn't something he'd fix with jokes or banter. He supposes heâll let it slide. For now.
âWell⊠cuzâ yerâ uhh..â The avatar of greed struggles to find the words to properly express the utter adoration he has for the human in his arms at this very moment. At the same time, he dealt with the shock of hearing such a thing come from you. The thought alone of him giving someone else the same time or feeling the same way for someone else just made him uncomfortable. He swore he'd end the person who inspired this insecurity in you. So many feelings seem to cancel out the moment he attempts to say them out loud.
âListen, I dunnoâ why or how Diavolo picked you, but Iâm damn glad he did.â
You donât hide your disappointment at the short response he gives you. Luckily you read his expression as deep in thought, so you give him a moment.Â
âAll this time weâve spent together, Human, is the most fun Iâve ever had running get-rich-quick schemes or even getting my ass whooped by Lucifer orâ or in classââ He stops himself before he can continue rambling to you.
âPoint is, yerâ irreplaceable! There's like a trillion humans, right?â âWell..!â You start with a gentle correction before he continues. âAnâ there's only one you. Iâm lucky to be the one to enjoy you, so donât go roundâ letting others enjoy you too, kay?â His words tug at your heartstrings resulting in a big goofy grin spread upon your pink and puffy lips. You nod your head at your first man, being more than happy to comply with his request. No one gave you such validating reassurance quite like he did. Who could blame him? You were his human after all and when you struggled he promised himself he'd be there just as much as you were there for him.
âą ââ ٠†٠ââ ⹠·
Leviathan ~
âI-I know youâre upset! So I brought some snacks and gamesâ or we can just watch something and not talk! Your choice! Orâ or we can talk about it. Do you want to talk about it?â The rambling demon stands at the foot of your door, your red eyes and tear-streaked face look up at him sourly. You almost felt bad since he was being so nice and his attempt at comforting you was so cute.Â
âHey! Donât zone out on me like that!â He pouts, brows furrowed with worry. âDo you want to be alone?â âNot really, please come in.â He nods and complies, blushing furiously at the position he found himself in. What would others think if they saw him going into your room alone?! With presents! And a desperate expression!
âSet that stuff down anywhere,â You sniffle quietly, looking up at Levi whose arms were full of comfort items heâd brought for you. He awkwardly dumps some of the things on your bed and the floor in no particular order. The air between you two is tense, he wonders if heâs the right person for this job. Then again, he wanted to be the one to comfort his player 2.Â
âCan we just play Devilkartâą for a little bit?
âPlease.â
And so, the two of you played Devilkartâą until you could finally breathe without sniffling every five seconds. The quiet time allowed for you to relax, usually Devilkartâą nights are full of yelling curses at each other and bets as to whoâd win, but tonight you both just sat there in comfortable silence. The sounds from the TV comforted you, the soft lighting of it in your dark room and warmth from Leviâs body shifted your mind from its corner in your brain.Â
 After a couple rounds, you scooted closer to Levi who failed to react nonchalantly as you felt his body tense when your head rested on his shoulder.
âWhâoa. You okay?Â
âItâs not fair, I could never be as great as some of the humans out there. Iâm not worthy of being here.â
âWhat?â He blinks, shocked by the sudden confession. Your words process in his head and hit too close to home. You sounded like him.
âThatâs⊠thatâs not true and you know itâ Levi shifts the position you two are in, this time allowing his arms enough space to hold your shoulders. As to make sure you hear what youâre about to sayâ as if he could yank you out of the slump you were in, dust you off, and the balance would be restored.
Was it bad he wanted to kiss you?
âWhat if Diavolo picked a celebrity, or a model, or an idol!?â Your hands trail to his wrists, holding tightly but not pushing away. More tears race down your face, shameless and loud.Â
âYouâd all have no idea who I amâ out of everyone in the Human Realm, why me?âÂ
âBecause youâreâ youâ youâre special! How do you not see it?â His voice raised slightly, getting heated as you did. Leviathan takes a moment to lower his tone again; it was beyond him why you felt this way, he couldnât fathom someone so perfect ever feeling anything but. If he had your charisma, your good looks, your witâ he doesnât know what heâd do but he just knows it wouldnât be feeling this way and it certainly wouldnât be seeking out the comfort of an otaku.
âYouâre like⊠myâ my confidant! Thanks to you my stats areâ theyâre stronger than ever!â You could cook an egg on his face, burning to the touch.Â
âReally?â His reference momentarily allowed you to sniffle your emotions down. Knowing him, he was anxious out of his mind to confess how he felt.Â
âDâaw!â You coo teasingly, sniffling once again and rubbing your cheek against the hand still gripping onto your shoulder. The atmosphere alone felt hot, he was flustered.Â
âLevi, that was sooo sweet!âÂ
âHuh?! Whatâs with that shift?!â
âą ââ ٠†٠ââ ⹠·
Satan~
He had noticed that you were struggling in class, confirmed by when you went to his room one night to ask for help with an assignment. Since then heâd been trying to help you, you seemed okay. That didnât prevent him from being disappointed in himself when you came home and locked yourself in your room.Â
Satan had been in your room way less than youâd been in his. His hand gripped your favorite book tightly as he stood awkwardly in your room. You let him in, now what. It was unusual for him to go into situations unprepared like this, he needed a moment to gather his thoughts.Â
âDo you want to talk about it?â You shrug, dejected by the dayâs events. Exhaustion took over your body and the last thing you wanted was to expel your burden onto him. Satanâs expression softened from seeing your mood shift. At least you werenât crying anymore?
âLets lay down. Howâs that sound, hm?â He nods towards your bed, you lead the way.
The avatar of wrath displays impossible softness around you, stroking your hair with one hand and skillfully holding onto your favorite book in the other. You feel the vibrations from his chest where your face lies, his rich voice bringing your favorite characters to life. Heâd introduced you too the book not long after you first made a pact with him. Since then, youâd read the copy of it he and you shared. The book was loved, usually Satan wouldnt be able to stand the tattering of a book but the little notes and scribbled annotations peppered on the margins stood out. It was more than just a story now; a display of your blossoming friendship, the small fingertip touches whenever youâd exchange the book between you two to read the weekâs notes from the other, and the way you began to look forward every time you planned an exchange of the book.Â
âThere are few people whom I really love,â He reads, leaning his head on top of yours. âand still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more Iââ
Satan stops himself; he took note of the way your breathing steadied and your eyes drifted shut. Your form lay against him peacefully as he slowly put the book away and readjusted your position so that you could both drift off to sleep.
When you woke up, there was a cup of tea by your nightstand. Steam was still emanating from the top of itâ you take it in your hands and blow gently. Too tired to process the absence of warmth that Satanâs body provided before he left, you take a small sip of the herbal liquid.Â
âReady to talk about it?â He appeared from the front of your door, shutting it gently behind him. His brothers were worried sick and flooded the fourth eldest with questions about how you were doing and if an intervention was required. He simply reassured them that everything was under control.Â
âIn hindsight, itâs kindaâ silly. I donât want to trouble you with itâÂ
âIf itâs about you, it's never silly. Talk to me, please?â
You sigh, eyes dashing to the side as he approaches the side of your bed taking a seat for himself. The sip of tea you took sits warmly in your mouth, any attempt to stall admitting to him how you felt. You swallow hard.
âI just feel like⊠In comparison to other humans, I fall short.â You tangle a hand through your hair tugging at the strands gently. The demon on your bed shifts his body more towards you. You had his attention nowâ intrigued by your insecurity he stays silent hoping you tell him more.
âMakes me think, out of everyone in the Human Realm, why me?â A short pause fills the air with tension. âI wish I was special.âÂ
âBut you are the most remarkable human Iâve ever had the privilege of spending time with.â His words seem to heal something in you. You wondered when you began to care so much about what he thought of you. âTruly, I have never caught myself admiring a human with the same intensity.â
Your heart skips a beat while heâs speaking. The grip on your mug tightens and the look on your face reads disbelief. How long has he felt this way?Â
âAdâadmiring? Satan..â
âBelieve me when I say you are anything but unremarkable. Youâve worked your way into all of our hearts⊠Mine especially.â A soft blush crept onto his face, you noticed.Â
Satan held much more passion for you than you originally thought. Your arms wrap themselves around his neck to bury your nose in the crook of his neck and he wastes no time before returning your affection. You couldn't quite put your finger on his scent, but you knew it smelt like home.Â
âą ââ ٠†٠ââ ⹠·
Asmodeus~
Asmodeus followed you to your room the moment he saw your teary eyes. The two of you had been inseparable since you arrived at the Devildom. Whenever your attention wasnât being demanded by all of the other responsibilities you bore simply by being a human and existing in the Devildom, you were in his room. No one had ever made him laugh the way you did, regardless of what you two were talking about. Lady Luck worked her magic when he met you.Â
âOh, darlingâŠâ A sympathetic look laced his porcelain features at seeing your trembling shoulders. Choking on your sobs, you shove your hands towards your face being embarrassed to be seen this way. You felt like a mess, you probably looked like one too. Overhearing your classmates during lunch enlightened you to what they considered you to be. Sometimes you forget that outside your circle of love provided by the exchange program, a lot of demons still had to shift their mindsets when it came to humans.
Little time passes before the avatar of lust takes your body and pulls it close to his. Seeing you this way made him anxious, though heâd never admit it out loud, he liked how it felt. Asmo wanted to care for you almost as much as he cared for himself and it showed. He never missed a chance to offer you some sort of joint self-care sessions that you grew fond of over time.
âThat's it, love.â He cooed, peppering kisses on the top of your skull as you spilled muffled wails into his designer sweater. âCry it out.â
 Panic struck his face for a moment, maybe putting more thought into drabbing down before comforting you would have been the smart choice. What a silly thought! It was impossible for someone like him to drab down.Â
The texture of the cashmere comforts your nose that youâd rubbed raw. was broken by the demonâs quiet humming. An unfamiliar melody lulled you to a less troubled state, gentle and kind. Asmodeusâ flirty behavior turned you off when you first arrived in the Devildom. Back then everything was so new and overwhelming and a part of you couldnât stand all of the demons around you. Being received with such affection was a foreign feeling to you which you just excused as ingenuine. That didnât stop your mind from wandering every once in a whileâ with all the touches on the shoulder when heâd run into you after class, the back rubs when youâd spend the night gossiping in his room, the charged eye contact when he would do your makeupâ you couldnât help but look forward to the next time he would be around.
âDarling, why donât you tell me whatâs going on now?â His cold hand soothes your red-hot face, your sobs had eased into quiet huffs. âKeeping this to yourself wonât relieve the pain in your chest.â
A sigh follows Asmoâs words. You never had to deal with anything alone now that Asmodeus was by your side. His presence felt so bright in comparison to yoursâ how he always knew how you felt and what you needed was what confused you. To have someone be so attentive to your needs and the push and pull of your emotions was new to you. When you drowned in your feelings he was always there to save you. For a while you were suspicious of his intentionsâ unsure if the interest he took in you was anything genuine. But now you realize that you had never felt so seen by another entity before and by having someone to help you recognize your worth, you began to appreciate life.
âI canât shake the feeling that if you guys ever meet another human⊠I donât know Asmo, this is pointless, I feel better now!â This earns you a deadpan from the demon.
âWhat about me interests you so much?â You raise your voice, eyebrows arched with annoyance. Emotions clouded your judgment making it easy for you to fall back into your old thinking habits. You found it unfathomable for someone to care for you without hidden intentions and not knowing if Asmo had any frustrated you.
âI don't deserve this!â Your hands motioned between the two of you pointing out his affection.
âAsmo, I feel awful.â You frown. âI had an awful day and heard awful things from the people in my class andââ Silence.Â
âOut of everyone in the human realm, why me?â Asmodeus furrows his brows, exhaling sharply. Your words didnât go without hurting. He figured that he had nothing to hide from you so that that would earn him some trust. This didnât stop him from brushing it off; your insecurities already haunted one person and he couldnât make it become two for your sake.Â
âBecause a human quite like you is hard to come across. Your soul is like a diamond, love. The toughest, shiniest, most eye-catching diamond.â
âYou donât mean that.â Bitterness is laced through your words. You didn't understand why he felt this way about you. The unknown regarding why he felt that way flustered you, everything about your borderline erotic friendship with the avatar of lust flustered you.
Your heart skips a beat and a quiet sniffle breaks the silence. Asmodeus made you nervous. Sure, he was never shy with letting you know how he felt about you, but you were at your lowest and here he was; with you. Then it dawned on you. Anyone else couldâve come to check on you but it was Asmodeus who followed you straight to your room, as if he could feel what you felt. You wanted someone to chase after you and somehow he knew that. It irritated you and made you swoon at the same time. Realization dawned on you. The demon cradling you in his arms wasnât the root of your frustration but the fear of being known the way he knew you.
 You learned a lot from your time with Asmo. Thanks to him you knew you deserve the love he gave you.Â
âą ââ ٠†٠ââ ⹠·
Beelzebub~
After hearing your door slam shut the brothers could only shrug at each other. They shared confused looks until they all landed on Beelzebub, who had been shoving some of your favorite snacks into his pockets and grabbing some for himself on the way to your room.Â
âShould we come too?â Belphegor chimes in. The sound of your door had stirred him awake. His groggy expression provoked a softness in his brotherâs face.Â
âI think that would overwhelm them.â He says, barely swallowing the food in his mouth before speaking. âBe right back.â
Hastily he makes his way up the stairs to your room to not be tempted to eat the snacks he saved for you. Luckily, the ones he brought for the road had been devoured after you let him into your room.
Beelzebub was faced with your red nose and teary eyes. With a sharp inhale, he pats his bulging pockets which he packed full of snacks for the both of you.Â
âHey. Can I come in?â You nod and sniffle. A weak smile graces your sad features at seeing the avatar of gluttony at your door. Over time heâd become less aloof around you and since youâd started to spend more time together you had a firsthand experience of how loyal and caring he really was. Having him there in your room checking on you made you flustered, you liked itâ you like himâ a lot.
His large hands dug into his pockets, emptying out the contents before taking a seat on your bed. Beel pats the seat next to him which you trudge over to and take a seat.Â
âBeel?â You rest your head on his shoulder. The bag of your favorite chips crinkles loudly as you tear it open. âDâyou ever feel like youâre nothing special?â
This confused the demon by your side. What did you mean, nothing special? He couldnât imagine you and those words being in the same sentence, much less spoken by you. Spending time with you and knowing of your equal fondness and understanding towards Belphie made you practically perfect in his eyes. To him, you oozed kindness. Yet he understood where you were coming from. To be reduced to one word to summarize your entire being was an experience he was far too familiar with, even with loved ones. Seeing your hurt-ridden face felt like a punch to the stomach.Â
âAll the time.â The words come out quietly from his mouth as if heâd also been admitting something. His strong hand reaches over your body and into the open chip bag you had yet to eat out of. The sounds of his crunching serves as white noise while you think. You couldnât possibly fathom someone like Beel feeling the way you do. If you looked like that youâd probably be an asshole, you were hot so you figured youâd never have to be nice to anyone. You chastise yourself for your thought process.
âPeople will have their idea of you,â Beelzebub rubs your back gently and an empathetic look in his eyes glistens in your direction. âIf that's all you are to them it says more about them than you.â
Your smile becomes genuine as he cheers you up. Perhaps heâs the type to pay attention during the pep-talk before a big game of Fangol. The thought made you laugh sadly. Beel catches a glimpse of your expression. He smiles too.
âYeah, youâre right.â You say a thoughtful frown etched onto your features. Reaching into your bag of chips you grab a couple to hold in your mouth while you and Beel sat there. The plush mattress dips under your weight as you take a seat right behind where the sixthborn was sitting. He turns to look at you with confusion but you take his face in your hands and gently turn it the other way. Beelzebub doesnât question you when you start to run your fingers through his ginger locks and he knows better than to comment as you start to braid strands of his hair together.Â
âThat tickles.â He says through a mouth full of the chips you made the mistake of abandoning on the floor near him. You give him a tired giggle which is all you can muster up. The demon gives himself a couple of seconds to finish up the bag before continuing with his point. He felt like it wouldnât be fair to you to just leave it like that. A part of you still looked upset.
âThereâs no one like you out there.â Assuredness drips from his words. As if heâd practiced this in the mirror a million times over before heading to your room. âNot in all the three realms.â
âYouâre special to us all and I..â He hesitates for a moment, furrowing his brows in thought. Why did he feel shy all of a sudden? A light blush dusted his cheeks as thoughts about you ran through his mind. âReally think youâre special.âÂ
âVery detailed, thank you, Beel.â You say with feigned satisfaction. The hair you were braiding slipped from your fingers as the demon turned to give you an incredulous look. Laughter bubbles in your chest at seeing the way his head tilted, you were fond of the demon and not fond of the way it felt like youâd just kicked a puppy in front of him with the expression he was shooting in your direction.
âIâm kidding.â You slid your arms around his neck, resting your weight on his built shoulders. Thatâs a feeling youâd never get tired of. âThank you, Beelzâ
A large hand trails toward your forearm, which grounds you in the moment. Suddenly you both become aware of how close you are to each other. You can feel his breath on your arms; heâd pull you closer if he could.Â
âYeah.â The simple response from the demon certainly didnât speak for his complex feelings for you. He knew heâd do anything to keep that pretty smile on your face.Â
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Belphegor~
âHey, youâre kindaâ being really loud. Do you mindâ uhmâŠâÂ
Belphegor was faced with the unexpected. He assumed that when heâd go complain to the human youâd apologize, laugh it off, and invite him inâ which he wouldâve reluctantly accepted whilst already falling asleep in your bedâ but there you were, sobbing and glaring furiously at him. Did he even do anything?
âWhoa, alright whatâs with the face? Let me in.â You grumble something under your breath that youâre glad he doesnât hear. The door creaks as he pushes through it and scans your room, eyes locked onto your soft, unmade bed. Not that he cared.
âI dunno BelphieâŠâ You stare helplessly as he walks by you. âI donât feel good right now.â
He shrugs you off. Thereâs nothing he couldnât help you get over. Someone like you shouldnât have to be worried about anything. You have one of the most comfortable beds in the Devildom and seven doting demons who care about youâ if that isnât the makings of a stress-free life he didnât know what was.
âKayâ then.â The demon makes himself comfortable on your bed. You helplessly watch as he curls up in your crying spot.Â
âWhat I meant was that I wannaâ be alone?âÂ
âBelphie?â
He was fast asleep. Of course, he was! Why would you expect him to respect your wishes? Frustration displayed itself proudly on your face as you watched the seventh-born sleep. You were jealous of how peacefully he slept.
âWhatever. Why would you care?â You mumble, taking advantage of the fact he was knocked out cold. âYou of all people would agree Iâm not shit.â
The floorboards creak quietly as you pace around your room, rubbing up and down your arms for comfort. If you stopped moving youâd likely start crying again and youâd rather not wake Belphegor just for him to see you cry.
âOf course Iâm not special.â
âThis is so stupid. Now I canât even have a pity party in peace.â
 You feel the tears well up in your eyes again. Just when you managed to stop them your tear ducts were betraying you. The steady flow of tears began once again, your chest heaving with sorrow. No sounds escape from your mouth until you have to inhale again. Trying to keep yourself quiet, you slap a hand over your mouth. Heading to the bathroom to cry seemed like the only valid solution at this point.
âWhy do you want to be special so bad anyway?â The avatar of slothâs drowsy voice snaps you out of your ramble. His eyes shift lazily across you, taking in your distressed appearance. You whip your head around towards him making a pathetic attempt to clean your face from the tears and snot that expressed your dread.
âWhat?â You stutter out. A quiet yawn is emitted from the demon before he sits up to face you.
âWhatâs so good about being special that it deserves to have you pining for it like this?â This earns a scoff from you.Â
âYou were listening the wholeââ You cut yourself off before setting off on the demon. To alleviate the pressure of an oncoming headache you pinch your nosebridge, hoping the tension wonât get worse. âBelphie, I feel like Iâm gonna break down. If you donât care to help then leave.âÂ
Mentally you cursed yourself for allowing Belphie to see such a side of you. Even when you were trying to be stern your voice shook with uncertainty and hurt. He seems to visibly soften with your words, understanding that now wasn't the time to banter or push your buttons. It wouldn't be fun to see your reaction if he did. Belphegor stifles a yawn which turns into a long sigh.
âYouâre pacing yâknowâ You shoot him a furious look before he speaks again. âLook, it's just lame you think this way cuzâ you donât even have to try to be unique.â
You let him talk this time.Â
âItâs what draws people to you. I mean, who else can deal with our problems the way you do and then still have energy to give after.â A soft grin graces his lips. âIâd be exhausted.â
Damn it. How emotional were you exactly? Tears slipped out of your eyes as he spoke, your heart holding on to every word and the knowledge that Belphie did understand. Part of you was afraid youâd just be brushed off by the demon but after everything you had been through with them made it silly for you to think so. Belphie cared for you too, in his own way. He nods to the side you usually sleep on and makes room for you to lie by him. Not much time passes before your head is resting on the nook of his shoulder and his fingers trail shapes lazily on your side. You always forgot how tired breakdowns made you. You always forgot how safe sleeping by Belphegorâs side made you feel, ironically enough. Whether you were special or not to everyone else stopped concerning you so much now that you knew how special you truly were to someone who never wouldâve given humans a chance in the first place. With your mind finally at rest, you could drift off to sleep.
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Oh mty glob finally its done T_T I'm so sorry for taking a billion years on these I tried my best to not make any part longer than the other or anyone OOC. Im super anal when I see a character I really like is OOC so if anyone sees that and has tips for how to write them I'm all ears!!
Thank u for reading <3
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This is actually an old idea that I kinda scrapedâŠbut I still wanna talk about- (if that makes sense???)
Levi keeps all his old navy medals in a case (the same kinda bag like ones pin collectors use cuz heâs Levi and that just makes sense-)ïżŒand one day heâs showing off his other pinïżŒ collections to you.
Stuff like; limited addition Ruri-Chan pins or super special concert pins you could only get if you went in person 700 years ago. You get the idea- Leviâs showing off his collection- not thinking much of it you grab another case and open it while Leviâs still going on and on about how special the little blue Ruri-Chan pin heâs holding is.
When you open it there are dozens of battle medals lined up perfectly, extra foam / padding in-between them. After a minute or two of looking at them, Levi finally realizes youâve been really quiet and looks over to see which case you have, his eyes turn a little sad and he shakes his head reaching for the case, âOhâŠthose arenât that great. Give it here, normie.â
You grab the case and hold it still, stopping Levi from pulling it away. Thereâs a small ïżŒpause before you finally look up from the case and at Levi.
Heâs just looking at you, that small sadness still in his eyes, âJustâŠfor a change, tell me about these. Please, Levi?âïżŒ
Heâs never been able to tell you no. Not when you really want something, âAre you sure? None of the stories are cool or anythingâŠ.â Levi trails off but you just sit there, nodding, eagerly, âYes! Please, tell me about whichever one is you favorite!â
Levi just blinks at you for another minute before finally, picking up one of the pins, somehow even more gently then he had been with any of his other pins.
He takes a deep breath, âAlright. But you know the rules, Iâm only telling you once so pay attention!! And save all questions until the end!!â and he tells you all kinds of stories.
Some are scary and some are fairly tame. But most importantly all of them are real, Levi lived it and now he gets to tell his favorite person all about it. ïżŒïżŒïżŒ
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Heartbreaks: Leviathan Part 2
~I got carried away for this one⊠I do hope you like angst/hurt but of course with a happy ending⊠also quite long because I wanted the suffering⊠(yes everything is perfectly well in my life so I donât know where the want of suffering comes from!)~
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Warnings: angst, hurt, anxiety, happy ending. Not proofread of course.
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Heartbreak: Leviathan part 1
You walked away from them, tears rolling down your cheeks.
You walked aimlessly, tears never stopping. You didnât know your heart could hurt this badly, it also didnât help your breathing. You had to stop and sit down as you started to sob uncontrollably. You wanted his arms to comfort you, to tell you it will be okay, to tell you it shall pass. After a few minutes, you calmed down, looked around and finally you got up. The walk that you usually enjoyed to go back home felt grey, the constant night wasnât helping. You were in your bubble. Nothing mattered anymore. Without realising, you were standing in front of the door. Your chest tightened when you thought about Leviâs room, empty of his presence. You rested your hand on the handle and took a deep breath. You pushed quietly the door and tried to listen if someone was inside. You were met with silence and you nodded to yourself. You pushed the door further so you could get inside and closed it silently. You ran silently to your room.
When you opened the door, you saw a box on your bed. It made you stop on your tracks as you were sure you had locked the door before you had left earlier. You left the door wide open just in case you needed to run. You approached slowly. The box was pretty with a neat little bow. It kind of reminded you of Leviathan. You smiled and carefully grabbed it. There was a note attached to it. âSo you wonât be alone when I am away.â It was signed by Leviathan. You opened the lid and saw a plushie of your favourite anime. You chuckled at your stupidity and still wondered how he came in but shrugged it off and hugged the soft object. It was a small gesture but it made you feel a lot better.
A couple of weeks passed and the absence of the Avatar of Envy started to weigh on you. You took the plushie everywhere with you. A small reminder of what was missing in your life. It was the only thing bringing you some sort of joy. Everything else felt irrelevant. You became a shell of yourself. Leviâs brothers tried to be there for you but you shut them out, every single time. Video games were left aside as was any movies, series, anime⊠anything that would remind you of him. You would do your homework after classes then go to bed to try to escape reality. Eating was difficult but the brothers always made sure you did. You obliged. You knew you had at least a minimum to survive the day but even the sweets and cakes from the little angel Luke werenât enough to make you want to eat more. They knew what was happening but they didnât know how to make you feel better. You werenât even pretending anymore. You did it the first few days after his leaving but the sadness took over and even the plushie wasnât enough anymore.
The days, the weeks following were the same. Just you surviving but you knew deep down it would be even harder with him being back and you didnât know how you would deal with that. It was already hard enough he wasnât there but if he was there and you wouldnât be able to be with him like you were before would kill you. Before the day of his arrival, you went to see Lord Diavolo and asked if you could move out to stay with the angels and Solomon. You should have thought about it before! You mentally scolded yourself, you could have saved yourself so many days wallowing in self pity by being with the sweetest of beings you knew. Diavolo saw how unwell you were, also Lucifer talked to him about it, and agreed to your request.
You moved the same day, Simeon and Luke, the angels, were happy to have and helped you to move your stuff. You took Lukeâs bedroom, he went to Simeonâs room. His was the biggest so the two of them would be able to share it without walking on each other all the time. You settled everything that evening and actually enjoyed a nice meal with the two angels. You felt like a weigh had been lifted off your shoulders. You fell asleep in your new bed, all comfy, with all the pillows the little angel had put for you.
Simeon woke you up the next day. You smiled when you saw him. He touched softly your hair. âHow are you feeling?â You nodded. âBetter. Thank you for letting me stay.â He gave you a dazzling smile. âOf course. If itâll help you feel better.â You shrugged. âI should have done it before. I donât know why it took me that long to do that.â He sighed and looked worried. âDo you want to talk about it? You know we missed you. We saw you becoming a shell of yourself. Did you talk with someone?â You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes, realising that if you had talked about your feelings, it might have been easier to deal with all of that. You looked shyly at the angel and whispered. âI⊠I want to talk about itâŠâ You sighed. âWith you.â Luckily, that day you didnât have classes so you and Simeon stayed in your room, talking. You let your feelings and emotions out, a lot of crying happened and a lot of hugs too. Hours passed and it was time for lunch. Simeon had invited you to a new restaurant he knew you had never been to. You got dressed and you followed him there. He had been listening to you, now, he was giving you some advice and comforting you.
You spent the rest of the day, baking with Luke and Simeon. You had forgotten that Levi was back today until you saw your D.D.D on your nightstand, lighting up with a phone call. You looked at the caller and you froze, you let it ring until it stopped then text messages followed. 1 then 10 then 20. He didnât stop texting and calling you. You read the messages and answered. âLevi. I think itâs better if we donât see each other for a while. Iâm only starting to feel better and to see you or to come back to the House of Lamentations would be too difficult for me.â You sent it and turned your phone off. You had spent a nice day and didnât want anything to spoil it. You went to bed, feeling better than you had in the last weeks.
You enjoyed breakfast with Simeon and Luke then you all went to RAD together. You saw the brothers from afar and noticed the purple haired demon. You breath hitched as you saw him looking tired and even more hunched than he usually was. You were actually surprised he showed up to classes after being away from his video games for that long. He finally saw you when you approached at the same time as them to the front gate. His cheeks reddened at the sight of you but his eyes widened when he took your form in. You had rested but you still looked pale and ill. He ran up to you and touched your cheek with a trembling hand. âW-what happened?!â You lowered your eyes so you wouldnât meet his and shrugged. âSo you are back. How did it go?â He tilted your head. âNo⊠no. What happened to you?â You moved your head so he wouldnât hold it. âNothing, I havenât feeling well but I am getting better.â His hand dropped to his side and he looked away. âO-okay, would you like to talk?â You looked at him while he scratched his neck. âNo, thank you. We are going to be late for class.â You barely turned away that you heard footsteps running away.
A few days passed where you didnât hear from Levi. The brothers talked to you and you saw they were worried about him. He might be a shut-in but they would still hear him playing or screaming, now they didnât. The worry in their eyes made you anxious so you agreed to go and see him.
You arrived in front of his room and knocked. You were met by silence and started to worry even more. You knocked louder. âLevi! Itâs me! Open now!â Silence. âI swear Levi, I will knock this door downâ. Finally, you heard some shuffling then a click coming from the door. The door open but when you entered the room, he was in front of his fish tank. You walked up next to him and watched his fish. It felt weird being here, in his room, next to him. The emotions you felt a few days ago came back rushing in. You swallowed them as he might need you right now. His fish followed his finger and you looked at them playing. You watched his face, you had missed him. His fringe was in front of his eyes, hiding them from you. âLevi?â He dropped his hand, lowered his head and side eyed you. You strained your ear when you heard him speaking softly. âYes?â You finally moved your body and leaned against the fish tankâs glass. âHow are you doing?â He continued to watch his fish and shrugged, he then looked at you. âIâm okay.â You frowned. âI donât believe you Levi.â
At last, he looked at you. âWhy? As if you would care about me? I-I am only a dirty otaku.â You sighed, he was back to his old ways. You gently touched his elbow. âYou know I care about you.â You grabbed your bag and took the plushie out. âLook what I have with me everywhere!â His eyes widened and he took it from your hands. âYou kept it?!â You chuckled at his surprised look. âOf course! It came from you!â He looked at it, tears in his eyes and a blush forming on his cheeks. âI-I canât believe it!â You laughed, the first time in weeks. It was always easy with him, you were kind of similar. He let out a chuckle and your smile grew bigger. You braced yourself and hugged him. He froze and you could see his brain stopped working but when you were about to pull away, he finally rested his hands on the small of your back. He nuzzled his face against your neck and you gently rubbed his back. You spent the rest of the evening talking. He told you all about his voyage and you confessed what had happened to you. He didnât like that fact and was worried that it could get worst.
The next few days were better, it felt good to have seen him and to spend an evening with him, just talking but it was not still enough. You could see it on him too as everyday you saw his brothers, they were still anxious about him, which was weird because they never really cared about him being locked-in that much. You didnât know what to do, sure you couldnât date but he was still your friend and that worried you too. You had texted him a few times but he had barely answered and after a few days without answers you started to go back to your old ways. Simeon saw the change in you and knew that something had to be done. He didnât tell you but he went to talk to Lord Diavolo. Everyday you would see at least one brother spending time in Diavoloâs office. You were kind of suspicious. You knew they werenât in trouble, at least not all of them. Sometimes, there were three of them, even Simeon and Solomon were present with the brothers. When you were having dinner with the angels and Solomon, you decided to ask them about it. âSo? Whatâs up with all of you going in and out of Diavoloâs office?â The three of them looked at each other. Solomon was the first to talk. âWe are planning a new festival reuniting the three worlds.â You frowned. âOkay? And why am I not part of this?â The sorcerer shrugged. âWe thought we let you rest for a bit. You have enough on your plate.â You smiled. âThank you but it would actually help me get my mindâs off things.â The three of them shared a look again. âIâll talk to Lord Diavolo about it.â You nodded, happy.
A few days passed, still no news from Leviathan and from the others about the festival. You let it go, you were missing the demon. You were in RAD, when you saw him walking away from Diavolo. You looked at him trying to decipher his expression. He looked normal compared to last time you saw him, maybe even a smile was forming on his lips? Then he disappeared. To see him made you sad. Your heart ached to see him not as destroyed as you were. You went to your class but barely listen to the professor.
You came back to the Purgatory Hall and went straight to your room. You sat on your bed and thought about everything. How did you let yourself go like that? How did you care about someone so much that when they left, you didnât care about anything anymore. Your phone rung and interrupted your dark thoughts. It was Leviathan. Your hands were shaking as you answered. âHello?â There was a silence. âHi.â Then another one. You waited for him to talk, to tell you what he wanted to say. âWhat are you doing tonight?â You looked at your room and thought of an excuse. âI was going to tidy my room. Why?â He cleared his throat. âI-I⊠Im going to pick you up and weâre going to a restaurant. Be ready in an hour.â He hung up before you could answer. You stared at your screen. Was it really the Avatar of Envy who called you and told you to get ready for an evening at a restaurant? You frowned but you still stood up and got ready. You took your time and before you knew it the hour flew by. A knock on your door startled you as you were staring at yourself in the mirror. You opened it and saw Levi standing with a bouquet of flowers. He handed them to you, his other in front of his face, trying to hide the blush coming on his face. You took them and smelled them. âThank you, they are beautiful.â You looked at the demon, expectantly. During the hour you were getting ready, you told yourself to not get your hopes up but when you saw him, it all came back and your heart skipped a beat. He finally talked. âShall we go?â You nodded, the flowers still in your hand.
You arrived at the restaurant and Barbatos was standing in front of the door. He greeted you, opened the door for you. He sat you at the only table that was ready. You looked around and saw the brothers and even Lord Diavolo waiting in the corners of the room, a smile on all their faces. You frowned, âwhatâs going on?â Levi cleared his throat and everyone else left. âMy brothers and Lord Diavolo have been arguing for us. They saw how unhappy we were, how much we were struggling so they made a case defending us in front of the House of Lords and they won. So now, if you still want, we can be together again? Of course, I wonât force youâŠâ you cut him off. âWait what?! Seriously?â He nodded. âYes, theyâŠâ you cut him off again, a bit calmer. âDo YOU want to date me again?â He nodded, a bit shy. âIf you want to, of course.â You smiled, your heart swelling, tears forming in your eyes. âOf course, I want to be with you. You donât know how much I missed you, it was physically killing me.â You sighed, your smile growing closer. You looked at him in his eyes. You saw them shining, love making them sparkle. He stood up and rounded the table to be next to you. He kneeled down so he was levelled with you. He grabbed your head with both hands and leaned in. He slowly brushed his lips against yours. You wrapped your hands around his neck. You pressed your lips to seal the kiss and by that your relationship. You rested your forehead on his and giggled. âI think we can eat now?â
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Pick me girls and Dateables - Part 3
Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon (x reader, separately)
Part 1 - Lucifer, Mammon and Levi (x reader, separately)
Part 2 - Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie (x reader, separately)
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CW: pick me girl behavior, suggestive, mentions of sex, mentions of violence and threats, mentions of concubines (no concubines, tho), implied marriage (??), jealous mc, some fluff, some hurt, some comfort, the most ooc out of every part of the series, Barbatos's part is based on one of his chats (A patissier's suffering?)
A/N at the end.
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Diavolo
So the Devildom had concubines, what about it? It's not like Diavolo had any concubines. You were his only partner and, apparently, the first one in a long while. You had nothing to worry about.
Still, it was impossible not to feel so dejected when every single one of the demons in his court buttered him up so blatantly, not caring that you were next to him, arms linked and fingers intertwined.
And he smiled. Of course, what else could he do but smile? He had a duty to fulfill and that probably meant keeping certain people happy, right?
At least, that was the mantra in your head. Your heart kept hurting itself, but having a reason made it manageable.
"Well? Have you thought about it?"
You turned to your side and stared at the demoness beside you. She was mesmerizing and looking at her directly made you lose focus.
Have I thought about it? I haven't stop thinking about it.
"Remember that I'm acting on behalf of his wellbeing" she said sweetly, caressing your wrist like she wanted to flirt with you "And I guess I could make you happy too"
That made you laugh without an ounce of humor. Both of you knew she wasn't being serious about that one and you wondered why she said it in the first place. Making her Diavolo's concubine would make her his wife in everything but paper. Did she expect giving you orgasms would make you happier about it?
"Leave me alone" you whispered against your drink, not trusting your voice to act decently.
"How can you be so selfish?" she spat, leaving you speechless "This is for his own good. How long will you live, human? Do you expect him to be alone after your death? My only wish is to keep him company once you're gone and starting now would make the transition easier. He'll still love you, sure, but this way he could be happier. How can you not understand something so simple?"
A demon she was, you remembered. Had you been a regular human, you would've believed her concerned face, but to you it was obvious how impatient she was and how much she wanted to leave you there, alone and breaking, so she could finally speak to Diavolo.
"MC"
Both of you jumped, turning around just to see Barbatos's unfazed smile.
"Lord Diavolo asks for you" he informed when you didn't answer, too surprised to react. "Follow me if you please"
"If I may" intervened your companion, close to giving you a heart attack "I must speak to Prince Diavolo. It's an urgent matter"
The butler looked at you, asking for your permission, but you didn't know how to react. It seemed your throat decided to stop working at that exact moment.
"Very well, then"
The demoness eagerly jumped at his words, not wasting a second in leaving the corner you were occupying to look for the prince, who had finally stopped talking to his subjects and was sitting alone in his throne.
Barbatos stared at her before offering you his arm.
"You have nothing to worry about"
He seemed confident, so you believed him. However, the distance you walked towards the throne felt longer than ever.
Your boyfriend looked unnaturally serious at your arrival, an expression his face was not made for. It softened when he saw you, but, still, he didn't fully smile.
"My love, come here" he palmed his thigh and not in a million years would you reject that offer.
Diavolo smiled at the speed you moved, barely restraining himself from kissing you. Instead, he turned to the demoness and presented her to you.
"I believe you've met her already, MC. Did you know about her offer? Did you know she wishes to serve me?"
He patiently waited for your answer, holding you against his chest and caressing your hip bones with the pad of his fingers and the tip of his nails, making you shiver.
Serve? That's the word she decided to use? She wasn't lying, sure, but it was far from the intention she actually had.
"We talked about it" you said in the end.
There was silence for a few seconds, broken only by the sounds of people still drinking and dancing. Diavolo and Barbatos looked at each other, having a conversation no one else could hear.
"I take it you rejected her proposition?"
Obviously.
You nodded and he cupped your face with a sad frown. Your heart skipped a beat.
"That's a pity, my love"
For a moment you moved away from him, too lost in your incredulity to answer or even acknowledge the crazy smile on the demoness's face, but, not even a second later, Diavolo brought you back to him and continued.
"She would've make a wonderful lady in waiting"
Huh?
"Wait, what?"
Both of you ignored the woman, who looked like she'd been slapped in the face with something rotten, which, in her mind, was probably accurate.
"I asked to serve you, my Lord, not the human..."
"Beware your words" interrupted Barbatos, his tail swishing behind him like a whip.
She stopped talking then, very obviously swallowing her opinions. Diavolo speaked again.
"By serving you, she'll serve me. Give her an opportunity to make you happy and, if she fails, we'll get rid of her"
What did he mean, get rid of her? You opened your mouth to ask, but he jerked his leg, making you jump. His smile was wide, but his eyes held a warning.
You decided to let it go.
"Okay"
Diavolo laughed as loud as he usually did, finally hugging you and ignoring both Barbatos's reprimanding glance and the demoness's sour expression.
But wait.
Wait.
He said 'lady in waiting'. Like... Uh...
Were you getting married?
Barbatos
'I'll be waiting in the classroom'
That's what his last message said.
And you'd never be dumb enough to reject that invitation. ÂżSpending time with your boyfriend and eating his homemade cookies? Hell yeah!
You just had to be careful not to catch Beel's attention, avoiding the main hallways and hiding between the taller students, which were almost everyone.
By the time you finally arrived to the classroom (you got lost, but you'd never admit that to anyone), you were fairly sure all of your classmates had already gone home.
Alas, you were wrong.
Barbatos's figure was as composed as ever, but you knew him just enough to know how irritated he actually was. Were you this late? It was never your intention!
But no, no, that wasn't the root of the problem.
You knew her, kinda. Not personally, but you'd seen her a lot of times in the castle, cleaning plates in the kitchen or clearing up the table after one of Diavolo's dinner parties. She looked weird in the school's uniform instead of the one the maids used, but you guessed they too had to go to RAD, just like the brothers did.
So why did Barbatos look so uncomfortable?
Both of them stared at you when you entered, walking towards him while staring at her in search of an explanation.
"MC! You're finally here"
He smiled at you with candid eyes, discreetly holding your hand and restraining himself from kissing you in front of the girl, who cleared her throat to break the moment and grinned at Barbatos like you weren't there at all.
Foolish mistake if you'd ever seen one.
Your boyfriend frowned before turning in her direction, clearly giving her one last oportunity before kicking her out of there and reclaiming his alone time with you.
The girl purposely made herself meek, lowering her gaze as if making visual contact with him was too much, something you could totally understand.
"Master Barbatos, please, I'm begging you. I just wish to learn"
You raised your eyebrows and waited for his answer. Instead, she kept talking.
"I'll follow every one of your orders, sir, I promise" arms behind her back and body slightly swaying, you now understood why he was in the edge of snapping "The others don't appreciate you as much as I do. I'll be your best student"
He stared at her, you stared at her, she stared at him, batting her lashes with a weirdly fake innocent smile.
Her demeanor vanished when the Royal Butler spoke.
"I recomend you stop this nonsense at once" he finally said, breaking the uncomfortable silence "You're embarrassing yourself and Lord Diavolo's service's good reputation"
The poor maid gaped like a fish, although you weren't feeling bad for her.
You stayed behind him, closing the distance as much as possible while staring at her over his shoulder. If you ate a cookie now, would it be too much? He'd probably forgive you, but you'd rather not risk your chances.
"You will stay on cleaning duty as long as I say and you will stop the rumors that I know have been traveling all around the castle"
She lowered her gaze again, this time in submission and humiliation. His voice sounded venomous and you could swear the room's temperature dropped a few degrees. The air was still and smelled damped and rottening.
"If the gossip hasn't disappear by midnight, rest assured, I will make sure you keep your mouth fully shut"
The threat was clear in his words, something that shouldn't, but still surprised you. The maid trembled in response before bowing and running out the classroom.
You stared at the door in surprise, not turning around until he talked again.
"Do forgive me, my dear, but you know how much I dispise rats"
He sounded scarier than ever, letting his forked tongue slip between his teeth before he searched around the room, like he was trying to find more pests.
Then, he turned to you and smiled like nothing happened, holding a cookie to your mouth as the tips of his gloved fingers caressed your jaw.
"Let's forget about this ordeal, MC. After all, I saved these just for you"
Solomon
If there was something worse than feeling jealous, it was Solomon knowing you were jealous.
You thought you could catch a break, uh? Well, you couldn't be more wrong: your boyfriend knew the moment he saw you staring at that witch.
She was cute, you guessed? Nothing exceptional, but not hideous either. You wouldn't mind at all if not for the fact that she used her appearance like a nuclear weapon.
"Oh, you're so cute!" she'd told you once "I wish I was as cute as you!"
And at first you thought nothing of it. She was just being nice! A little weird about it, sure, but who wasn't weird in RAD?
Except, she wasn't looking at you when she said that, but, instead, at your boyfriend.
Of course, Solomon, unbothered as ever, was too engrossed in the cooking book he'd borrowed from the library to pay attention.
(Later that night you had to order takeout, but you were already counting on that).
The point was: she was trying too hard. You couldn't blame her, really, you dated Solomon for a reason; but still. She was getting on your nerves.
"I'm so dumb... I'll never get it! Solomon, can you help me with this?"
Opening a door with magic? Difficult? Yeah, right.
"I've never dated a human before... How is it, MC? I bet Solomon is a great boyfriend"
He has his moments.
"Solomon! Sit with me, I saved you a seat! Why? Oh, I concentrate better when you're here!"
Shit, could she concentrate at all?
"You're so powerful! You'll have to let me have him for a night, MC! He could teach me a couple of things..."
You closed your fist, staring at her with a frown while talking yourself out of mauling her across the table. You didn't need Lucifer's rants about impropriety and self restraint on top of all of this.
"MC and I have a lesson tonight" the sorcerer said with a polite smile, unusually kind eyes and an unreadable expression "Would you like to tag along?"
She sighed and rolled her eyes, lowering her gaze in embarrassment, although you weren't sure if she was really embarrassed.
"Could we hang out alone, tho? I don't want MC to see how dumb I am. They're so much better than me! I bet I need you more than they do!"
Well, you didn't need to study with her to know she was dumb as bricks.
You looked at Solomon, opening your eyes so much in bewilderment that even the insides of your cornea were getting dry. Not a second later he turned to you, smiling with mischief, and then you remembered who were you actually dating.
"It's either this or nothing. Be in Purgatory Hall at 6, we won't be waiting for you"
The witch quickly looked at you, frustrated at his words. It wasn't ideal, you knew, thirdwheeling your crush and his partner in a study date, but what else did she expect? Every other option was plain stupid.
"Okay"
She snorted, trying to hide the disgust and disappoinment without much success. Once she left you alone, swaying her hips and her ponytail, you punched Solomon in the arm and reveled in his pain.
"MC!! Relax!"
"Don't tell me to relax!"
You tried to choke him, but he hid his neck under his shoulders before you could lift yourself to reach him better. He knew you too well.
"MC, I have an idea! You'll like it, believe me!"
"Oh, really?"
"I swear!"
Once free from your attacks, Solomon avoided your eyes and stared at his hands. It took him a couple of seconds before he could look at you again, cheeks red, while he spoke from his heart.
"I couldn't care less about her attempts, MC, but she's obviously making you uncomfortable. I won't let this keep going if I can do something about it"
"But why did you invite her to our lesson, then?"
He laughed in a carefree manner, still blushing while he took your hands in his, looking at you like he was about to uncover a precious secret.
"As your teacher, I want you to explore your potential to the maximum"
His voice lowered to a whisper and you got closer to him, letting your body shiver when his breath caressed the skin of your neck.
"Say, MC, wouldn't you like to have your very own training dummy?"
Simeon
Oh, the privileges of being friends with the most powerful demons in the Devildom.
All you had to do was pout a little and act like you were miserable, missing the warmth of the sun and the familiar scenery of the human world. Of course, all of them knew you were exaggerating, but none would take the risk of actually making you sad.
So there you were, waiting for your drinks while Simeon sunbathed outside, sitting in one of those ornate metal chairs and writing some loose ideas for his next book in a napkin. After all, you'd be crazy if you ever went to the human realm without using the opportunity to have a date with your sweetheart of a boyfriend.
If not for the brightness of his suit, he would look like a college student from an old movie, all dreamy and focused in his own world.
And, apparently, you weren't the only one thinking that.
There were a group of girls outside the cafe, all of them young, maybe even fresh out of high school, staring at Simeon like he was some kind of celebrity. Maybe it was his angelic charisma? Maybe it was just his good looks? Whatever the reason, the girls seemed ready enough to conquer the world and they wanted to start with your boyfriend.
You studied your surroundings, realizing with an uncomfortable weigh in your chest just how busy the place was. There was no way you were getting your order in less than five minutes, even being the first in line, so the only thing you could do was wait and hope the girls wouldn't bother Simeon too much.
They stayed in a closed circle for a few moments until one of them finally dared to go and talk to him. She tried to sit in the second chair, but Simeon stopped her with a quick movement of his hand, probably saying he was saving it for you.
That made you laugh, but you were starting to get second hand embarrassment. You could tell she was trying hard to catch his attention, twirling her hair around her finger and hugging her waist to make her breasts look bigger.
You couldn't see Simeon's face, but, by the way he was scratching the paper, it was obvious he was losing focus on whatever he was previously writing, which would only make him irritated.
Fortunately, and rather rudely, the waitress finally gave you the styrofoam cups and immediately ignored you again, but you couldn't care less. The girl returned to her friends just as you stepped out of the cafe, letting you know part of what happened.
"He said he didn't know what part of him made him look interested in me" she snarled with a hint of hurt in her voice, trying to hide it with offense "That I should find someone that actually finds me entertaining"
Her friends gasped and you had to stop yourself from laughing. He wasn't usually that snappy, but she did interrupt his daydreaming.
"I don't even care what he thinks, he's just some dude! I can catch anyone I want, you know?"
Anyone but him, apparently, but the only thing her friends could do was agree.
Shaking your head and holding one drink in each hand, you stopped the eavesdropping and hurried towards him, leaning over his shoulder to kiss his cheek and smiling softly when he raised his hands to stroke your hair. He was warm from the sun, but he still curled close to you even after letting you sit next to him.
The girls audibly gasped at your actions, clearly offended by your presence as if Simeon would change his mind if they waited enough.
You couldn't bring yourself to pay them attention. Not when he was caressing your knuckles with such love in his touch and a feeling so deep in his eyes that it made your heart violently stop.
"So what were you writing?"
He smiled and eagerly showed you the napkin. By the time you turned around, the girls were already gone.
Tagging the party: @hello-gloomy @the-sassiest-toaster @hero-nii-blog @yourlocalyin @elaemae @eliciria @darkflowerav
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Simeon's part sucked the soul out of me (not in the good way), but at least it's well-written. Also, this will be the last part for now: I don't know Mephisto, Raphael or Thirteen enough, so they won't be in any of my posts (for now)
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Hey, I've been reading your post for a while now andi absolutely love them. Before I got into OM I was already a big D&D person and love fantesty-romance novels. Although, that's besides the point. I was genuinely scared to ask this until I saw your headcanons, there so wholesome<3
But I was wondering if you could do a brothers + the others react to MC getting there period? I was planning on doing it on my own page but I'm a bit scared to publish my own stuff. Although, thank you if you do.
-H.M
Yeah, sure! As Iâm sure youâve noticed, I love writing all the comfort and fluff prompts. Itâs like catnip to me lmao
This is gonna be pretty long, so Iâm only gonna do the brothers.
Thanks for requesting!! I hope you like it :)
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MC is on their period
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Youâve been living in the House of Lamentation for a while now. You are, at this point, thoroughly and inextricably part of the family.
As a member of their family, your demons have no problem with helping you out. They canât help but fawn over you a bit, as wellâthis wasnât a familiar problem to them before meeting you, as none of them menstruate. Plus, any human condition of yours that highlights vulnerability and pain on your part makes them all get a tad protective.
In any case, they make sure to be helpful!
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Lucifer: responsibility -> rest
With your permission, Lucifer notes your cycle on the calendar he keeps on the kitchen wall. Tactfully, of course. Itâs just a little red X in the corner of the box that marks the day you start until the day it ends. It ensures no one in the house forgets to be extra nice to you on those days. Plus, it serves as a way to remind you, in case it sneaks up on you.
In the week leading up to it, he checks up on your stock of human world products (and devildom ones too) for it. Painkillers, chocolate, tea, hygiene products, a heating pad, everything. If youâre running low, he will either take you to get more or take care of it himself, depending on how youâre feeling.
If youâre irregular, he takes extra care with tracking your cycle. Having records is important!
He takes you off the chore rotation while youâre bleeding. He wants you to rest. He will not make you expend your energy on chores while youâre in pain.
If you WANT to take some chores though, he understands and will let you, as long as you donât make yourself suffer unnecessarily. He understands that some people cope worse with stress, illness, and/or pain when their routine is interrupted and they have no task to distract themself with. He would know! Heâs one of them! So if you are too, he wonât force you to give up your tasks.
He does very strictly instruct you not to push yourself, however. You are to let him know immediately if you need to stop, so he or one of his brothers can help you out.
If you want somewhere quiet to hide, heâs got you. His study is a great spot for that! He wonât let anyone else in.
His room is another great spot for that, if you want a softer surface and dimmer lighting. Youâre allowed to be in there without him if that ends up working out best (and he hopes you understand the level of trust in you heâs displaying by allowing that), but he has no problem with bringing his work out of the study and into his room if you want his company.
If heâs not on a time crunch, he wonât bother bringing any work with him though. Unless he has reason to expect you to feel guilty for taking up his time, in which case he will bring some and finish it in the room with you and then tell you heâs done for the day.
You end up lying on his bed with him, contorted in whatever weird position makes your cramps hurt the least. Itâs the middle of the day, but for once Lucifer doesnât seem to mind. Heâs just lying next to you with his hand splayed over your uterus or lower back, applying light pressure and warmth to help the pain go away. Quietly talking to you about stuff that doesnât matter.
Thereâs no concern for productivity. Nor for terrorizing his brothers into order. It seems the key for making Lucifer take a day to just relax is to request his company while youâre in pain.
See, Luciferâs driving force is how much he loves his family. He will go to ANY lengths to keep them safe and happy. Itâs his main priority. Youâre part of his family now. Youâre the youngest, even⊠and youâre in pain. So, heâs okay with pushing off the work Diavolo gives him for a day. For you, itâs worth it.
Thereâs no paperwork in any realm that he would prioritize over comforting you when youâre in pain. He hopes you feel all the love in that sentiment.
You know how huge a declaration that action is, because there is NO other way to get Lucifer to voluntarily lie around in the middle of the day.
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Mammon: devotion -> generosity
Mammon was the first one you went to for help during your very first period in the Devildom.
After a short, frantic conversation about what happened to you, why, and how you normally deal with this, he set you up in his room with some towels, a spare set of his own comfortably worn in clothes, and a movie as he rushed out to find some Devildom substitute for the hygiene products youâre used to. Just, SOMETHING to absorb the blood in the meantime before he can get you products from the human world!
He would have gone to the human world immediately, but heâs not allowed and he doesnât have time to talk Lucifer into letting him up there yet!! You have NOTHING to work with right now, heâs gotta figure something out ASAP!
He didnât even think about the amount of money heâs willing to spend, or how else he could be using it. He may not have been willing to tell you how much he cares for you at that point, but he has always come through for you when it matters. Even in the early days.
You find yourself contemplating Mammonâs contrasting demeanour while heâs out. This isnât the first demonstration of his responsible mode that youâve seen. Itâs fascinating, the way he acts so careless and tsundere until someone needs himâat which point he drops that image like itâs nothing, revealing the softhearted and protective big brother he really is.
In those moments, you can see in his personality that he helped raise 5 little brothers (and one Lilith, though you donât learn about her until later) and is actually pretty damn good at it. Itâs clear that he loves you more than heâs willing to admit in those rare moments, when showing it genuinely matters.
Anyway. He came home with an assortment of items for you. No medicine yet because he doesnât trust that Devildom painkillers wonât harm you, but he brought a BUNCH of snacks, and a collection of things that can be used to absorb the blood for now, until he can get Lucifer to let him go get the stuff you normally use from the human world. You can take your pick.
He even commissioned an enchanter to make you a custom heating pad, because he doesnât trust the ones meant for demons to not burn your skin. He didnât think about the price. Frankly, he doesnât care. Maybe heâll remember to complain about it to save face later. Maybe.
His main concernâmaking sure youâre okayâleft no room to think of that in that moment. He waves off your concern about bloodstains on the stuff he lent you before he went out. Being reassuring in his usual irreverent way, saying something about how heâs a demon, and demons donât tend to be squeamish about blood. Hell if he cares, he says.
While youâre in the bathroom washing up and dealing with the bleeding (with a SECOND set of Mammonâs worn-in, comfy clothes that he put in your hands before shoving you into the bathroom, not giving you a second to refuse), Mammon is texting Lucifer to find a way to get you proper period supplies from the human world.
When you come back to him, he tells you that youâll have what you need before you go to bed, but in the meantime you should sit, because heâs putting on another movie.
He watches you shift around uncomfortably over the next few minutes. Cramps, you know. Youâre not exactly comfortable sitting the way you are. Without a word, he pulls you to lie down with your head resting on his leg. Heâs looking away from you, indistinctly mumbling something about âso lucky Iâm lookinâ after yaâ and âwhat would ya do without the great Mammonâ and âMY human, damn itâ as he carefully rubs tension out of your back.
âWhat was that?â You ask him.
âShut up anâ watch the damn movie!â He splutters.
You stay like that until Lucifer shows up with your requested items. Pads, tampons, a menstrual cup, painkillers, whatever it is you asked for.
Later that night, as Mammon persists in rubbing your back as another movie plays, you find that your trust in him is stronger than it has ever been before. You understand exactly why Mammon is the best demon to be in charge of your well-being. Lucifer chose him for a reason, and itâs impossible to miss. Mammon is so damn caring under the tsundere façade.
You feel so loved. You ARE so loved. The pain fades away under the warmth of his hands. His lap makes a good pillow, and Mammon makes a great guardian.
(Every month after this, he leaves his door open for you in case you want a distraction from the pain. Heâs ready with snacks and a movie. Heâll happily do this for you every time.)
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Levi: passion -> gentleness
Whatever it is that Levi notices firstâbe it the blood, the worse mood, the regular time spent with Mammon every monthâhe freaks out. Heâs like âAAAAWTF WHY ARE YOU BLEEDING ARE YOU DYING???â Or like âoh noooo are you mad at me why are you randomly sad do you hate me now??â Or like âwhy canât you reschedule with Mammon and do this time limited event with me, do you not wanna play with me anymore???â
Either way, bro is suffering.
Eventually, either you or one of his older brothers explains to him, and he feels bad. He didnât mean to stress you out worse! Also, periods are real?? He thought it was just some creative plot point in the occasional anime! Thatâs crazy, why are humans built like that??
Anyway. Leviâs nothing if not passionate, and heâs gonna turn some of that passion towards finding ways to make you more comfortable.
He will find a way to order all the human world snacks you crave while youâre bleeding. He will be on the lookout for gifts, like games and merch and manga youâd want. He stockpiles them so he always has something ready to cheer you up when you need that.
He will even do his best to redirect the envy he feels towards Mammon and his established routine of movies and snacks in his room with you lying in his lap and getting free back rubs on the first day of your period each month. He wants that to be him, damn it! But heâs not gonna disrupt that for you.
He WILL claim hanging out with you on your day 2 though, AND will fill in every time if Mammonâs not available. The only thing that can beat out his shyness at the idea of having you using his lap as a pillow is the raging envy at knowing MAMMON gets to have that every month!
(Eventually, once you figure out that Levi wants to be invited so bad, you just invite him. Itâs not like you donât want him there! Heâs very happy to sit next to you with your legs in his lap while he ignores Mammonâs stupid movie and plays a game on his phone. Itâs nice to have two demon pillows. This oneâs got built-in cooling!)
Levi understands not wanting to deal with lights and noise and craziness when youâre in pain. He will prevent any of his brothers from bringing any of that around you with all the determination and passion he brings to everything he cares about.
He is remarkably gentle, for someone who is usually so excitable. So considerate! You can see in the way he forces everyone to only argue over text, in the gentle movement of cool, nimble hands over sore calves and hips and ankles, in the presentation of snacks and gifts determinedly brought to you from the human world, how much he cares about you. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you.
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Satan: research -> comfort
The first order of business for nerd boy here is, of course, research. He is gathering information from all his relevant contactsâevery human sorcerer and witch he knows, every demon with a pact-bonded menstruating human they care about AND the aforementioned human, every healer, medical researcher, librarianâŠ
Yeah, heâs gonna end up knowing more about it than you do.
He comes back home after a few days, mumbling about human endocrine systems and nutrition and medical malpractice of menstruating patients and the mechanics of blood production and every phase of a menstrual cycle and how pain works on a chemical level. Heâs got notebooks and everything. Heâs got the whole history of menstruation since the beginning of humanity summarized in one of those notebooks.
⊠Maybe itâs a bit overkill. But you know how he gets when heâs curious, especially about something that hurts you! Heâs gotta know everything!
So now heâs infodumping to you about every symptom you mention. If youâre the sort of person who finds that interesting and helpful, perfect! If youâre not⊠well, he wonât be offended if you get mad at him for effectively mansplaining your own body to you. Demon-splaining? Whatever, either way he will take that correction with grace and only tell you information you directly ask for. Heâs learned enough about menstruation to be very sympathetic and patient while youâre in the middle of it. It seems awful to him, and heâs not about to make it worse!
Heâs wise enough to know that he should ask before ACTING on any of that information though. He wonât try to optimize your nutrition or your painkillers or anything unless you ask him to. He knows that would be too far. Heâs not prideful enough to override you like that, heâs not Lucifer.
If you get really angry when you bleed, heâs got you! He understands, he encourages you to yell and rant in front of him all you want. Throw around some destructive spellwork or just break stuff if you need to, heâs got a room for that. Itâs all good!
Satan is so good with practical comfort. Heâs big on venting for your health and sanity. He knows what buttons not to push, theyâre obvious to him as wrath incarnate.
Of course, heâll also give you hugs and drive off his crazy brothers if you need peace. Heâll bring you to the cats when you get sick of people. Heâll find you any answer you need. If your cycle is irregular or in any way atypical, thereâs no better demon to have searching for answers for youâand heâd NEVER let no medical malpractice happen to you. Doctors are GOING to take you seriously, damn it!
To him, thereâs no such thing as too much hassle to help someone he loves so much as he loves you.
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Asmo: luxury -> selflessness
As the Avatar of Lust, thereâs no way Asmo doesnât know the basics of how menstrual cycles work. No way. Even if demons donât get them, itâs relevant to his whole domain.
Asmoâs got you. Heâs gonna spoil the hell out of you. Massages with fancy oils, hot baths with magic muscle relaxant products added, masks to prevent any skin issues from fluctuating hormones, everything he can think of.
If anyone even tries to make you do anything you donât want to, he will destroy them. This is a time for rest, he insists!
He relishes any opportunity to relax with you, have a self-care day, just chill and recharge together⊠but heâs prioritizing you. You get to see the rare responsible Asmo during this time! If you have non-negotiable responsibilities, heâs helping you. He wants you to get done faster!
Heâs actually got a pretty great strategic mind when heâs incentivized to use it! Heâs so efficient! Only because he wants you to be in his room relaxing as fast as possible, but itâs totally there!
At the end of it all, itâs completely possible that he forgets about spoiling himself too, just because he got so focused on trying to take as much of your pain away as possible. Itâs wild that he doesnât think he has any capacity for selflessness. Good thing you know better.
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Beel: perceptiveness -> caring
Beel smells the blood. Immediately. At first heâs concerned but minds his own business, trusting that Mammonâs taking care of you. But after youâve pacted with him? Not anymore.
Beel becomes your warning system. He will notify you as soon as the hormonal shift starts to happen. Days before you even start bleeding.
You know itâs because he cares, and that he canât avoid noticing the change in your scent whether he wants to or not. You choose not to think itâs weird.
He gets worried once he learns about what happens to you every month. His first priority is making sure he doesnât eat everything thatâs high in iron, folic acid, vitamin C and D, and omega-3s. All very good for you when youâre on your period. He makes sure that stuff remains available to you.
He invites you to exercise with him too, because he heard that can be helpful. He wonât STOP you from lifting if thatâs what you want to do, but HE is choosing to focus on stretching and moderate cardio for now (stuff that should be more helpful for you) and if you want to join him, well⊠thatâs what heâs doing. What do you mean he changed it on purpose? He just felt like yoga and a nice jog today! Donât think about it too hard!
Beel is actually the best one to go to for massages. Sure, Asmo knows what feels good and heâs phenomenal at that. True. But Beel is the one who understands every muscle and tendon in a body, so if you want a full, functional reset, in which all the tension and soreness in you gets methodically, optimally pressed out, you go to Beel. It might not feel quite as niceâin fact it might hurt a fair bitâbut itâll be so effective. You will have no pain at all after. Plus, heâll teach you stretches to prevent some of that tension coming back later, too. Heâs so helpful.
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Belphie: laziness -> service
We all know Belphie is the number one advocate for rest. He will encourage you to sleep through as much of it as possible. Why would you want to be awake to experience pain? Screw that. He will actively keep you asleep as long as possibleâunless you tell him in advance that there has to be limits so you donât bleed on everything youâre touching. Even so, he doesnât quite see the problem. Heâs a demon, heâs not squeamish about blood. What biohazard?
But no, heâll respect that. If heâs a lil shit about it, all you have to do is pull the âremember that time you killed meâ card and heâll do whatever you want lol
In the biggest twist of irony since The Incident, Belphie actually finds himself serving as your alarm clock. It has to be him, you see, because he insists on sleeping next to you. He wants to be there to ensure you sleep through the night, and donât ever get woken up by cramps. So itâs gotta be him to wake you up when itâs absolutely necessary. Because you see, he does not trust anyone else to understand whatâs absolutely necessary. Only someone who loves sleep as much as him gets it, he insists.
Belphie is nothing if not lazy. Obviously. But⊠heâs actually voluntarily doing work on your behalf?? Heâs concealing bloodstains on your sheets from you so you donât feel uncomfortable, and washing them for you. He isnât even telling you about that, so he isnât even getting any thanks for it! How very kind and un-demonic of him!
(Of course, heâs mostly doing it because he doesnât want you to feel embarrassed and stop sleeping next to him while youâre on your period. Heâs got selfish reasons. But⊠really, itâs not very selfish at all when you look at how that benefits you too. How could he be so surprised to hear that you think he can be kind and sweet when he wants to be? Howâs he not seeing it??)
He may deny that heâs actually a sweetie, but you know the truth. When sloth incarnate is voluntarily doing secret chores for you, you KNOW he loves you. It might as well be spilling out of his soul, itâs so undeniable.
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Youâre bleeding. Itâs miserable. No one likes their period. Itâs made much more bearable for you, however, now that you have this ridiculous family falling over themselves to make your life easier. All the pain, all the hormonal fuckery, all the bullshit your body puts you through is⊠well, actually quite tolerable when youâre loved this much.
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