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Fragile Human - Belphegor

Part 1 Part 2 (Lucifer) Part 3 (Mammon) Part 4 (Leviathan) Part 5 (Satan) Part 6 (Asmodeus) Part 7 (Beelzebub)

This is the final part of the series where the brothers take care of you while sick. Read part one to get the set up of the scenario. It’s a tad bit shorter since its the same scenario and I don’t want to write essentially the same thing over and over.

Genre: Fluffiest of fluff

Warnings: None, gender neutral reader as is customary

Part 8 Belphegor:

“Alright, Belphie shall be the one to stay with you,” Lucifer declared.

Belphie sighs and offers an arm to support you as you trudge down the hall towards your room. Beelzebub trails behind and pats Belphies back reassuringly after seeing that you made it to your room. Belphie holds the back of his hand to your head and frowns.

“Weird,” he says, he turns from you as you lie down and hurries out of the room. You shrug from your position and go back to sleep.

After an unknown interval of time you wake up and notice an arm draped loosely around your midriff. You turn over and face Belphie who is fast asleep next to you. You sigh, and realize you will probably have to help yourself get better. You notice that something is in his hand. It’s his phone. You reach for it and notice how the screen is illuminated, he must have just fallen asleep. You glance at his phone and without meaning to recognize what he was reading. He had been furiously researching human illness. You smile absentmindedly as you peruse through the tabs he had pulled up all about caring for a sick person. You gently take the phone from his hand and place it on your bedside table. You turn back to his sleeping form and watch his eyes flutter open from your movement.

“Mmm? Did I fall asleep?” Belphie groans as he notices you looking at him. “I was trying to keep you warm while I figured out what to do,” he sighs disappointedly and looks you in the eye, “sorry MC, I really was trying to help you feel better.” Belphie pouts and pulls you closer with the arm he already has slung around you.

You smile at him and scoot in closer, “I am very warm now, it’s alright Belphie I know you’re trying.” You gesture to his phone and his eyes widen and he blushes.

“Yeah well I found out that you should make sure you drink water and umm eat food, so yeah.” Belphie gets up at an abnormal speed and hurries out of your room. You lie back and stare at the ceiling laughing under your breath.

After a few moments Belphie comes back still hiding his expression under his hair. He places a tray beside you with leftovers from the night before. “There wasn’t much in terms of food, I think Beel had a second breakfast before he headed out.” Belphie keeps his head hung low and you smile as you pick up the tray.

“No worries Belphie, I appreciate you taking care of me,” you start to eat but you don’t miss the sheepish smile that Belphie flashes you before he settles next to you in bed and lays his head on your shoulder.

Midway through the meal Belphie starts to stroke the top of your head and hum, you lean into the touch and discard your food. Having had your fill you start to feel lethargy take over again. That was always a side effect of being in Belphie’s presence, his soft, warm energy was all too inviting.

You feel your cheek sliding down his arm until you unceremoniously collapse on top of him. You float into a peaceful sleep, and Belphies sits perfectly still and keeps himself awake for your sake. He also couldn’t bring himself to look away from the adorable face you made as you slept. That moment in time was imprinted in Belphies mind and he caught himself happily humming as you slept.

Belphie wasn’t sure when exactly Lucifer crept his way in to deliver medicine nor was he sure when exactly you sleepily took the medicine but he woke up in the middle of the night cuddled up next to you.

You wake up and vaguely remember waking up a few times but the fever makes your memories fuzzy. You turn and face Belphie and find him already awake looking deep in thought. You make eye contact and Belphie offers you a soft smile, he pulls you in close and nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck. You sigh and don’t feel the need to say anything. You both just cherished each other's warmth and let the medicine do the rest.

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Fragile Human - Beelzebub

Part 1 Part 2 (Lucifer) Part 3 (Mammon) Part 4 (Leviathan) Part 5 (Satan) Part 6 (Asmodeus)  Part 8 (Belphegor)

Part 7 of the series where the demon brothers take care of you while you’re sick. Read part 1 for the set up. These last three have been shorter cause I don’t want the fics to get too redundant. Enjoy!

Genre: Fluffffy fluff

Warnings: None :) gender neutral reader as per custom

Part 7 Beelzebub:

“Alright, Beelzebub shall be the one to stay with you,” Lucifer declared.

Beel wordlessly nods and lifts you up with ease. The other brothers meander off to continue their morning routines before heading to classes. Beel effortlessly delivers you to your room and feels your forehead again.

“You’re still weirdly warm. Will that go away?” Beel questions innocently. He seemingly has no experience with human illness whatsoever. He runs his fingers over your face gently, furrowing his brow. Your mild fever was clearly worrying him. 

You give him a reassuring smile, “Don’t worry Beel, I’ve had fevers before, I’m sure it's nothing.”

“What do I do? I’ve taken care of Belphie while he was sick but obviously sickness works differently for humans,” Beel states, glancing around your face for a noticeable symptom. “You’re red and sweaty, is that normal?”

You sigh and nod, “Don’t worry, I promise everything will be fine, you don’t have to do much. I could go for some soup though,” You smile as Beel’s face relaxes and he immediately gets to work.

“Soup, that I can do, you just rest here MC,” Beel shuffles out of the room with a newfound purpose leaving you to rest your aching head.

You awake from the sleep you eventually fell into with a bowl of soup sitting in wait on your bedside table. “Oh, for me?” You giggle as Beel stares intently from the chair beside your bed. You take a tentative sip, it’s still very hot but quite tasty. The hot liquid scorches as it goes down and soothes the inflammation in the back of your throat. “It's great Beel, I’m sure I’ll be all better soon.”

Beel sighs in satisfaction and starts to happily eat his large bowl of soup. You finish your soup after a slight struggle to keep your hand steady and lay on your back staring at the ceiling. Beel slides his chair closer and watches you with a strange intensity. 

“Beel, I’ll be fine I promise, okay?” You pat his shoulder and he blinks as his intense focus is broken. 

“Sorry MC, I’m just worried, I hate seeing you like this, I want to go back to us eating lunch together normally, not like this.” He leans into your touch and you reach up with your other hand to cup his face. “I’m supposed to be the one comforting you, Belphie told me that I needed to make you feel better.” 

You let out a note of surprise as Beel lifts you and situates himself under you. He lowers his arms and rests your body on top of his. Your breath hitches as he engulfs you in a tight embrace leaving just enough room to breathe. You flush at the closeness but find any chill that was lingering in your sick body begins to dissipate. You rub your cheek into his chest and settle in.

You glance up at Beel’s face and see his somewhat startled expression and bright red face. “D-does this help at all?” he manages to stammer out. You hum happily into his chest and feel his body warm. 

He loosens his grip slightly as time elapses and you notice his steady breathing. It seems that he fell asleep first. You chuckle a little to yourself and match your breathing with his. You slip into a dreamless and peaceful sleep.

When you awake Lucifer is looming over the two of you with a mildly amused smile. He places a small vial beside your bed and collects the dirty dishes on your bedside. You notice the vice-like grip Beel has on you and contain your laughter as Beel snores softly underneath you.

Nearly an hour passes after you drink the potion from your compromised position without Beel waking up. You notice his breathing change first and squeak as Beel turns the two of you on your side. He gives you a soft smile and he reaches up to feel your forehead again for perhaps the tenth time that day.

“You feel better already,” he mumbles, you chuckle, you feel incredibly warm wrapped up under the covers with Beel but you take his word for it. You huddle in even closer and kiss Beel’s forehead.

“I feel better all thanks to you,” you whisper and you smile wider as Beel places a soft kiss on your forehead in return. You tilt your head up further and gently kiss him and he leans into the kiss before pulling away and resting his forehead on yours.

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It’s very odd to shamelessly be kicking my legs and giggling while posting fluffy fics but the second I even consider posting any of my art my body goes into shock. Help, its literally just old doodles of the brothers why is my fight or flight activating????

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Fragile Human - Asmodeus

Part 1 Part 2 (Lucifer) Part 3 (Mammon) Part 4 (Leviathan) Part 5 (Satan) Part 7 (Beelzebub)  Part 8 (Belphegor)

Part 6 of the series! Read part 1 for the set up of the situation. Anyways I’m back to posting again and glad to be back! Enjoy!

Genre: Flufffffy

Warnings: None, reader is gender neutral as per custom

Part 6 Asmodeus: 

“Alright, Asmodeus shall be the one to stay with you,” Lucifer declared.

A collective groan rings out from the remaining brothers that is quickly overtaken by the happy squee that Asmo emits. You also groan at the sound, wishing that the brothers could manage silence for more than a few moments. Your head pounds as Asmo offers you support as you walk to your bedroom.

“This is exciting! You get me alllll to yourself today MC!” Asmo chirps cheerfully placing you on your bed gently.

You groan and cover your ears, his endless optimism was aggravating. His smile falls a little but he perks up again quickly after. “It’s alright MC, I’ll find a way to make you feel all better!” His happiness is very persistent. He lovingly strokes your head and observes your flushed and sweaty face. He purses his lips before jumping into action.

A few moments later Asmo returns with his bunny headband for skincare and a large collection of bottles, several of which slip from his arms and clunk onto the floor haphazardly. He pushes any hair out of the way and wipes any excess sweat away with a fluffy towel. He starts putting a cooling substance on your skin before you interrupt.

“What exactly are you doing?” You smell a familiar scent, Asmo’s green tea face mask. “Am I getting a spa treatment?” You quirk an eyebrow up as Asmo grins at you, clearly overjoyed that he gets to spend time with you doing one of his favorite things. “I appreciate all the trouble you’re going through for me, but I don’t know if this will make any illness of mine go away.”

“Nonsense! I think getting you to relax and rest will make you feel leagues better. Leave today up to me, I’ll make you better just you wait!” Asmo declares proudly, he goes back to evenly coating your face. The sensation of the mask is refreshing and soothing on your feverish skin so you comply.

Once Asmo has evenly coated your face he stands triumphantly. “Wait here! I’ll go see what we have in terms of food!” He tramps off and leaves you lying in bed relishing in the soft tingling sensation of his skin care products. When he returns without food you give him a questioning glance.

“Well, there wasn’t much food so I just ordered your favorites online, you’ll only have to wait a few more minutes before Akuber will deliver our lunch!” You sigh in relief and offer Asmo a grateful smile. He really was going above and beyond to relax in his own Asmo way.

Food arrived shortly thereafter just as he promised, you broke into a wide grin when he presented your favorite entree from Ristorante Six. You dig in and notice Asmo watching you intently and not eating any of the cupcakes he ordered from himself. 

“Well? Are you going to eat anything?’ You say between bites, wondering what he could possibly be waiting for. He waves his hand to dismiss your worries and picks up a cupcake to eat.

“Don’t worry about me MC, it’s just that I was a little worried. Seeing you smile made me feel a little more relaxed, I have a feeling you’re taking a turn for the better.” Asmo takes a bite out of his cupcake then offers some to you. “You earned yourself a treat MC,” he sits patiently until you take a bite and hum in appreciation.

The two of you relax together and occasionally share some small talk. Most of the afternoon is spent with Asmo fawning over. He washes your face to keep it cool and continuously asks if you need anything. He gives you a manicure and pedicure, he had been wanting to do your nails for ages and this was the perfect opportunity. There was no chance for you to escape. 

Mid way through the afternoon you feel your eyes starting to close. Your body was aching despite Asmo’s best attempts to soothe your pains. Asmo watches as your head dips towards the pillow and pulls away and watches as you drift off into sleep. He sits happily at your bedside rubbing your shoulder lovingly. 

The rest of the afternoon is spent like that up until Solomon comes to the House of Lamentation. Asmo had called him while you were asleep and delivered an antidote. Asmo held it in his hand, turning it over in his hand. He stares at the bottle and considers just hiding it away and keeping you all to himself. One of the things that Asmo loved to do the most was dote on you, it made him feel fulfilled. To a certain degree he felt validated having you need him. He sighs and hangs his head, his train of thought was derailing, he couldn’t allow himself to feel insecure about something like this.

You open your eyes to see Asmo gazing intensely at a small vial with a swirling blue substance in it. The groan you emit as you sit up alerts Asmo and he turns mildly red, clearly feeling embarrassed for some reason. The sigh that Asmo lets out is heavy and labored but he reaches and places the vial in your lap.

“This should make you feel better MC, it seems that our peaceful day together won’t last much longer.” Asmo watches expectantly as you drink the potion. He’s filled with relief when you place the vial on your bedside table and reach up to stroke the side of his face. He jolts a little but leans into the touch eagerly.

“Can you stay with me a little longer?” You plead, still feeling exhaustion ravish your body. Asmo jumps up from his chair and slides under the covers to wrap you up in his arms.

“I’ll stay as much as you like, you are my favorite to look after,” he sighs into the nape of your neck and you curl into his embrace.

“Your favorite? What about you, don’t you enjoy pampering yourself the most?” Your line of questioning is interrupted by a flurry of kisses from Asmo. He tickles your face with his peppering of soft kisses and you giggle. You get the point, you’re definitely the favorite.

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Fragile Human - Satan

Part 1 Part 2 (Lucifer) Part 3 (Mammon) Part 4 (Leviathan) Part 6 (Asmodeus)  Part 7 (Beelzebub)  Part 8 (Belphegor)

Part 5 of the series where the brothers take care of you while you are sick. Remember when I said that part 5 would be up by Saturday? Well that was 9 months ago. Oops, life got hectic.  Also I did not proofread this so if somethings off, my apologies, I tend to post then proofread cause I’m impatient. Anyways, enjoy! I think I might be opening the blog up to requests soon as well so I hope you guys are looking forward to that! Thanks for over 200 followers I appreciate it!

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None, reader is gender neutral per usual

Part 5 Satan:

“Alright, Satan shall be the one to stay with you,” Lucifer declared.

Satan grumbled to himself about how Lucifer was targeting him but obliged the request by carrying you back to your room. After Satan unceremoniously dumps you on your bed he settles at your desk. 

“Alright, what are your symptoms? I want to hear the full list,” Satan begins pulling out a sheet of parchment and a pen. “Don’t leave anything out alright?” Satan eyes you intensely as you try to describe in great detail that you felt horribly dizzy and cold. 

Satan nods enthusiastically as you prattle on, he stands when you finish at last and adjusts your blanket. “I’ll be back soon, hang in there, I need to read up on how to take care of you,” he hurries out of the room before you can interject. If he had only stayed a few more moments you could have told him exactly what you needed. It seemed that he had taken care of you as a challenge, you lie still shading your eyes, the lights overhead were blaring. The yellow haze burned and made you more nauseous. You sought refuge by hiding your head under the covers and eventually exhaustion took over. 

You awoke to Satan nudging you, “Listen here MC, I found a bunch of books on human illness! I should be able to find something here, now how do you feel?” Satan settles in a chair by your bedside and leans in close. You sigh, this was beginning to feel more like an experiment than caretaking. 

“Fine, hungry as hell but fine,” you mumble, wishing that you could simply walk off this illness.

“Ah, food I nearly forgot, I too am starting to want lunch. Wait here,” Satan rushes out of the room before you can request anything or add anything. You let out a long sigh, it seems that Satan is not the most emotionally intelligent. 

About half an hour passes and Satan returns with two bowls of steaming soup. He places it on your bedside table and watches intently as you try to feed yourself. It seems that your weakness was much more exaggerated than you initially thought.  Satan perks up as your spoon clinks into the bowl as it falls from your hand. You curse as the splash hits your hand, burning you. It’s nothing severe but still a shock.

“Oh, MC please be careful! We don’t need a burn added to your sickness.” Satan turns back to his soup and happily sips at the broth while perusing his human biology book.

“Satan, hey, look at me please,” you interject, and feel your aggravation rising a little as he takes a few moments to finally make eye contact with you. “I think that you are overreacting with this whole sick thing. You’re reading a book on the systems of the human body, that has nothing to do with pathogens. I’ve been trying to talk to you but you’re so dead set on figuring this all out on your own that you won’t listen to what I’m saying. I am the sick one here, so please, listen.”

Satan sits there patiently and you can see his brow furrow as you continue. Clearly he was immensely preoccupied with fixing the issue as quickly as possible; he didn't notice you trying to help him. “I’m not listening? Ah, I’m sorry M/C, I just feel really worried. I figured I would do what I’m good at and figure it out. Then you could just relax while I took over and then at the end of today you would be all better,” he looks down and nervously bends the pages of his book.

“I wanted to tell you that I think that this illness might be magically. I noticed while you were gone looking for your books. When I woke up I noticed that my magic felt stronger than normal but my body felt weak. I thought maybe you could fix whatever this is with less typical methods. Let’s try the magic way?” You raise your eyebrows at Satan awaiting his response. 

Satan hangs his head and chuckles to himself softly, “Ah of course I got caught trying to prove something when I could have paid more attention to you.” He looks up at you and smiles softly, you can see that a deep worry is growing behind his calm facade. You reach out a hand and lay it over his. He lifts up your hand and you can feel his magic seep into your skin as he searches for curses or anything magically unusual. 

The feeling of Satan’s magic was always oddly calming, it was a strong oppressive force, it felt relentless. It was very similar to a weight being placed on your chest, it was an all encompassing power that felt terrifying when you first met him, now you could recognize the underlying quirks. It was oppressive but not without room just under the surface to relax knowing that there was a powerful constant in the mix. What could also be obsessive felt passionate and loving.

You smile as the familiar aura pours over your body, Satan frowns a little as he feels your magic strangely strong. Your body felt like it was being bled dry or pushed beyond its limits for no apparent reason. He couldn’t recognize what exactly was wrong.

He leaned in closer, clearly confused, he took his free hand and tousled his hair and released the breath he was holding. “Odd, your body is expending magic that it has no reason to be using. Maybe your body is reacting to what it perceives to be a threat and using magic to protect you?” Satan turns from your gaze and nervously begins prattling off a list of hypotheses. 

“Hey, why don’t we just rest a little and see what happens? I think you need to relax more than I do,” you tug on his hand and invite him under the covers. He turns slightly pink and stays still for a moment before sliding in next to you. He faces you and places a kiss on your forehead.

“Sorry, I’m panicking again, trying to figure it out, it’s just that I really hate seeing you weak and uncomfortable,” he pulls you into his embrace and heaves a sigh into the nape of your neck. You rest your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat slow. You did not feel any better but at least Satan wasn’t running around not knowing what he was doing.

Before Satan has a chance to even try to find a magical solution for the issue Lucifer returns home with Solomon. It seems that all they really needed to do was consult the other human. After all, Solomon had the knowledge of human sickness and its relation to the Devildom. Satan stands beside Lucifer cursing himself for not considering that option while you are administered a potion to balance your magic. You notice him shifting his feet uncomfortably and wait for Lucifer and Solomon to leave. You call out to him as he starts to leave.

“You know, I would like my caretaker to stay with me a little longer,” you try to gauge his reaction as he turns to face you. He doesn’t really emote but he all too quickly crawls next to you and looks you in the eyes. You can tell he’s grateful that you still want him by your side even if he didn’t solve the problem. You lean forward and kiss his nose to try and get him to smile. He sighs and tries to hide his smile by pulling you into his chest, you giggle a little as you hear his breathing hitch and you can tell he’s laughing a little to himself. It seems you both needed a sick day.

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Fragile Human - Leviathan

Part 1 Part 2 (Lucifer) Part 3 (Mammon) Part 5 (Satan) Part 6 (Asmodeus)  Part 7 (Beelzebub)  Part 8 (Belphegor)

Part 4 of the series where Leviathan takes care of you while you are sick. This ones a little shorter because I’ve found that Levi is the hardest to write cause, like Mammon, the actual Obey Me! story hardly ever lets his character go beyond “nerd that hates the normies”

Genre: Fluffy fluff :)

Warnings: Reader is gender neutral 

Part 4 (Leviathan):

“Alright, Leviathan shall be the one to stay with you,” Lucifer declared.

This announcement was met with a great deal of griping, including from Levi. He didn’t know too much about caring for sick people. Though he felt jealous when he imagined any other brother watching over you. Lucifer ushered his brothers out and turned to look at Levi and give him a reassuring nod.

Once the sound of his brothers faded he kneeled by your side awkwardly, he placed one hand shakily on your shoulder and shook you lightly. “Hey, MC? You okay? Do you want to go back to bed or something?” He watched with a tender but worried expression as you nodded. 

He pulled you up and helped you shuffle down the hall to his room. You protested, you would have preferred your bed but Levi seemed determined to make you stay in his room. Levi was internally screaming, he had MC in his room and he got them all to himself. Finally his brothers would be gone. He snarled at his own selfishness, why was he feeling any sort of delight at you being sick? He smacked his own head in shame and you lift your head weakly.

“No-nothing MC, don’t worry about it!” Levi stuttered, “Let’s just get you in my, uh, my bed,” he paused at the implication and hid his face behind his arm as he tends to do. Lifting you into his tub bed he pulled up the blanket quickly trying to minimize contact.

“Why are we in your room?” You croaked, resting your back on the side of the tub. 

“I’ve been a little sick a few times, and well, you see, there’s this cute slice of life that always makes me feel a little better.” Levi answered, his back to you as he was already pulling up the anime. 

It was cute, this was his best way of offering you solace. Levi turned up the volume and sat in his desk chair. Leviathan was slowly being sucked into the show and you sleepily laid down. You drifted off into sleep unbeknownst to Levi. 

It wasn’t until the first episode was nearly done that he turned to see you asleep. He smiled a little, he remembered the times where he had been sick. Instead of ever having a brother take care of him he had always hid himself away in his room. The safety that his room offered him was all he could ever want. Except that was a lie, he would have liked to have one of his big brothers come and make him soup, or just give a little comfort. Except Levi never let them find out he had been sick. Leviathan always felt embarrassed, or he denied ever wanting his brother's attention.

While thinking of all the things he wished he had asked his brothers for he hatched a plan. He was going to be the best nursemaid ever. Since you were still asleep Levi scurried away to the kitchen. Upon arriving he realized his cooking ineptitude. He sighed and decided to just reheat a stew that Satan had made earlier in the week. Once he thought it was the appropriate temperature he made his way back. Ah, the domesticity of it all made his heart do cartwheels. Levi was secretly such a romantic that wanted to live out the fantasies he was envious of allll the time. Pushing away his whimsical thoughts he came back to his room.

Placing the soup down he reconsidered waking you up. On one hand there was hot soup waiting and you hadn’t eaten anything for breakfast, but on the other hand you were getting rest and you looked so peaceful.

“Oh god Leviathan snap out of this!” He smacked himself and scolded himself for staring at you like that. You mumbled something and were roused by his little outburst.

Seeing that there was no longer a choice to make and that you were awake Levi lifted up your soup bowl and held it out as an offering. You paused and noticed it. You gave him a meek smile and took the bowl. You recognized that it was Satan’s soup and Levi thought you might think less of him for it but you appreciated the thought.

“Listen MC, I got to thinking and well, I am going to try and find out what you’re sick with. So you, uh, just rest assured that I’m on the case!” Levi declared, he looked at the floor embarrassed. It was true that he had resolved to put an end to your sickness; he was also not entirely sure how the hell he was going to put an end to your sickness.

You nodded and enjoyed your soup as Levi turned to his phone. He made every search he could think of, but there was little to no information about humans catching devildom diseases. He felt like throwing down his phone in frustration, it was painful to watch you look so weak. More often than not you were someone that gave Levi strength to make social steps forward. You broke through every barrier he had, he needed you to feel strong, to feel like he was something. Now he could see your strength fading from you like a setting sun and it terrified him. 

You nudged him while he was in his panicky stupor to give him your empty bowl and he jumped slightly. Taking your bowl with shaky hands Levi put it to the side. What he did next surprised you, he crawled into the tub and wrapped himself around you, you gasped at his bold move of affection. Usually he would have never made any attempt to hold you like this. You wondered what spurred on this sudden burst of bravery but you accepted his body warmth. 

Leviathan's heart was beating at an incredibly fast pace and his face was nestled in the blankets to hide the blooming and rapidly spreading blush. ‘MC, you always made me feel like something. You give me strength and all I can think to do for you now is hold you, I’m sorry if it’s weird, I-I’ll leave now if you’d like.”

Fully expecting a bitter denial of his forward affections Levi began to unfurl himself from around you but you clung onto him all the harder. He choked a little and smothered you again. Your body had been shivering but the blankets coupled with Leviathan's body warmth spread a soothing warmth to your cold extremities. You sighed into the embrace and faded into sleep again.

Leviathan however was holding his breath, he physically wasn’t sure if he was going to survive the next few minutes. His tense body slowly came loose, like your slow breathing was untying a knot in Levi’s tendons. 

Careful not to wake you he grabbed his phone, he quickly called Lucifer, “Oh, uh, hey Lucifer I need to ask a favor. Yeah, I know you don’t really owe me so I’ll be indebted to you. See, I tried to find the source of MC’s illness and all I could find was something about different immune systems. I thought maybe you could talk to Lord Diavolo for me and see if he could offer up some of his crazy strong powers or ummm something?” Levi waited while gritting his teeth to hear what Lucifer said. He didn’t receive any answer except for a sigh and the phone hanging up.

It barely took a few minutes before Diavolo burst into the room. “Ah,  I see you couldn’t ask me in person because you have a bit of a koala problem,” Diavolo joked, gazing down at your sleeping figure holding tightly to Leviathan.

“J-just please do something! I’m afraid that they might get worse!” Levi demanded, forcing himself to make direct eye contact with Diavolo.

Diavolo’s smile faded and he nodded solemnly. Levi wasn’t one to make demands to the Demon Prince, or ask anyone for any favors with such conviction. Diavolo examined your state and discovered something rather shocking.

“Odd, I don’t detect a curse, but rather a common but purely harmless Devildom disease. Usually symptoms are milder and it affects lesser demons,” The Demon Prince tilts his head and chuckles a little to himself. “ Well, I suppose MC is just weaker than your average demon. Don’t worry Levi, I don’t even need magic for this. I'll just ask Barbatos if he has a tea that remedies mild fever symptoms. This sickness is quite common, I’ll bet he has something for it. Seems that MC’s body wasn’t prepared for the Devildom’s bacteria to invade. I’ll leave you two alone and send Barbatos over once we’ve made a remedy for MC, besides you two need some time alone, do you not?”

Levi turned a deeper Crimson at his comment and turned his head away. Diavolo exited with his usual grin. Levi brought one hand forth and cupped your face, “Are you kidding me MC? You had a common disease, why do humans have to be so goddamn fragile? How the hell am I supposed to be strong without you?”

Not soon after you were awake sipping at an odd tasting tea and finding that the haze in your mind was fading. Levi was staring at you intensely, he looked almost angry but internally he was doing cartwheels. You were okay, that was all he could have hoped for. Once he noticed you had caught him staring he averted his eyes and sheepishly hid his mouth.

“MC, you are such a pain, why did you have to go and scare me like that?” Before you could respond Levi was holding you again, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I yelled at you, I can’t even describe what a relief it is to see you ok.”

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Fragile Human - Mammon

Part 1 Part 2 (Lucifer) Part 4 (Leviathan) Part 5 (Satan) Part 6 (Asmodeus)  Part 7 (Beelzebub)  Part 8 (Belphegor)

Part 3 of fragile humans where Mammon takes care of you while you are sick with an unknown illness

Genre: Fluff (a tad angsty in the middle but a happy fluffy ending)

Warnings: Reader is gender neutral

Part 3 (Mammon):

“Alright, Mammon shall be the one to stay with you,” Lucifer declared. Immediately a loud protest filled the room. You held your aching head, hoping they would all just concede to the decision so you could get some rest. Mammon was grinning to himself when he noticed you clutching your head in pain and he shushed his rowdy younger brothers in an unusually serious manner. They all quieted upon seeing your discomfort. Lucifer had to practically peel Levi out the house but eventually the other brothers left for their respective classes.

Mammon crouched beside you and awkwardly patted your shoulder, “ So MC, you wanna head back to bed? Think you can walk there?”

When you shook your head, you felt overwhelmingly light headed and couldn’t bring yourself to get up. Mammon sort of hopped a little when you grasped at his jacket. “Well, I mean if you need me to carry you I guess I have no choice,” Mammon stuttered, failing to feign confidence. 

He lifted you gently with intense focus and ambled to your room. He lay you down as gently as possible and watched you turn over and cover your head with a pillow. An awkward air filled the room as Mammon stood over you. He jumped into action and declared (a little too loudly) that he would get you something good for your ailing body. He bolted out the room and you groaned into your bed.

Mammon rustled through the kitchen and began to boil water. He froze a little and began to wonder. Why were you sick?? He hadn’t considered how the Devildom would affect a human. He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind, his main focus right now was to care for you. After all, Lucifer had entrusted you into his care. This was a duty that he was not going to take lightly. He hurried back to your room, spilling the boiling water on his hand a couple times. He hid his grimace when you cracked the door open.

“Spicy ramen?” You questioned, sitting up weakly to look at Mammon. 

“Well,” Mammon faltered, “I figured that the spice might clear your sinuses and well, I wasn’t so sure I could make you something that you would like,” Mammon confessed.

You sighed but figured that he was right about the sinus thing. You sipped on the ramen and let the burning sensation permeate your mouth. You felt your pores open up and definitely could breathe better. You checked the label and were relieved to find Mammon gave you a mild flavor. Any spicier and it would have harmed your cracked, dry throat. You ate your noodles in silence with Mammon. The silence (save for slurping) was calming when compared with the chaos that had occurred previously. You finished half the cup and felt your stomach turn. 

“Not sure if I should eat too much, I’m starting to feel worse,” you croaked out as your body began to sweat and shiver. You place your ramen cup on your side table and smother yourself in the sheets.

 Mammon accepts this and throws out the ramen cups. Your shivering body from earlier however alerts Mammon to the fact that your condition was worsening. He lifts your covers slightly and feels your skin. You felt hotter than before, yet your body was shaking a concerning amount. He retreats and returns with a wet cloth, he forces you to reveal your face and he places the cloth on your head. You protest but Mammon is oddly stern. 

You try to rest but can’t seem to force yourself to sleep. Mammon is sitting on the edge of your bed, he is quietly contemplating what to do. His leg is bouncing up and down nervously. Normally you’d expect the dramatics that come with Mammon’s big personality but he is more subdued. Mammon is seriously trying to stop himself from going into full panic.

Mammon knew next to nothing when it came to medicine. Sure he was an older brother that had taken care of his siblings before, but when his brothers were sick he never wondered if they would die. He placed a hand on your shoulder and rubbed it a little. He hated to see you this way, he would much rather see you annoyed by his brothers and his shenanigans than this. Fear twinged through him, you weren’t a demon, you were much weaker than he was. What could go wrong, a huge list formed in his head, so so much could go wrong. 

Mammon heaved out a huge worried sigh and covered his mouth with one hand. While Mammon was  going through his mental dilemma you had lost consciousness. Your body was heating up to a dangerous level, Mammon noticed you finally and shook you lightly. He was going to ask you questions about human illness. You didn’t give a response. 

Hopping up from the bedside Mammon loomed over you and shook you violently. You were completely out, it was then that Mammon really started to panic. He cried out your name and clung to you desperately. This could not be happening. No. No, no, no. He saw your chest rising and falling in ragged strained motions. He knew you were alive for now, his concern was whether or not you would wake up.

His next course of action after he panicked was to call everyone of his brothers. Next thing Mammon knew the entire population of the House of Lamentation was crowded in your room. 

“I’m tellin’ you, they passed out, they keep getting warmer,” Mammon tried to explain, his throat tightening desperately. He was gesturing wildly trying to express how much concern he was feeling. 

The brothers were all worried, none so much as Mammon however. His devotion to you was already well known by his siblings, but it was becoming even more clear. His younger siblings watched as their older brother clung onto Lucifer's sleeves desperately pleading that he do something. Lucifer was about to reprimand Mammon for his usual dramatics but something stopped him this time.

As Lucifer scowled down at his usually troublesome brother he recognized an expression that he knew well. Mammon was being sincere, more sincere than he had ever been with how he felt about you. Mammon had a tendency to lie, that much is true. However, Mammon had a surplus of complexity within himself that many don’t care to see. Lucifer knows Mammon better than perhaps anyone, he understood what Mammon was trying to express to him.

Fully expecting Lucifer to scold him Mammon was already apologizing, “Lucifer, I’m so sorry, this is all my fault. I shouldn’t have been the one to take care of them. Now-now they might die, stupid stupid Mammon.” Mammon hit himself over the head with his fist multiple times, driving the point home that he was blaming himself. 

His other brothers had since left, they were searching for ways to heal you. Lucifer was the last one there, he waited for Mammon to stop his tirade. Mammon sat back on the bed and was resting a hand on your head, rubbing his thumb in slow circles. He hid his face from Lucifer, he was used to being mocked for his tears. Mammon was always a much more openly emotional brother, which earned him more ridicule from his brothers. 

“Mammon, not everything is your fault. I may be hard on you, but I chose you to care for them because you are the best man for it. You’re, how do I put it, a caring demon. For better or worse you care, you’re more nurturing than you think you are,” Lucifer explained.

In this odd moment of vulnerability Mammon began to cry harder. (Can someone PLEASE validate Mammon) Lucifer patted Mammon’s shoulder awkwardly, he wasn’t sure how exactly to comfort Mammon.

“I’ll concern myself with finding a cure, you stay here and watch them,” Lucifer stated before hurrying himself away. Mammon barely managed a nod.

During all of this you were beginning to wake up, you were still delirious so you barely grasped what they were talking about. You reached a hand out and grabbed the hand Mammon was stroking your head with. Mammon jumped at your sudden touch and was kneeling by bed in a heartbeat. He clung to your hand with both hands and rested his forehead on your entwined hands.

“Human, uh, MC, please, please, please. I’m begging you, wake up all the way, talk to me again. You can’t do this to me. Why’d you have to go and be so fragile?” Mammon strangled out in a whisper. It was barely audible but it was like a scream. His whole self went into that plea, desperately clawing at hope that you would spring up happy and healthy.

You could barely speak or think in the fuzz your head was engulfed in. Later you would remember saying something like don’t worry. In reality you had turned over and barely said the words “I’m always here to hold your hand Mammon.”

Mammon wiped his tears and clung to your hands even harder. He felt his chest convulsing, like his heart was trying to escape his chest to meet with yours. He kissed your clasped hands and lowered his head, waiting patiently. 

Hours ticked by, Mammon barely moved and never let go of your hand. Satan burst in first, he had found a spell book hidden in the farthest corners of the Royal Library.

“Mammon! I found a spell that has to deal with ailments! This was all I could find and I thought it might be worth a try,” Satan exclaimed upon entering the room.

“Well, go! Do it Satan, what’s with the hold up?!” Mammon demanded from his place beside you. 

“One small issue, it says that there is a drawback on the caster, they will receive the illness in return. I’m not sure what MC has, what if-” before Satan could tell Mammon all the warnings Mammon had the book in his hands.

“You idiot Mammon, what if you end up dead? You don’t have the slightest idea of what might happen!” Satan shouted, he tackled Mammon as he attempted to begin the incantation. It was right then that Mammon took his demon form. Many of his brothers always forgot that Mammon was the second strongest among them. Satan was pushed behind a barrier and could no longer interfere. He watched in horror as Mammon’s form glowed with golden light as he performed the spell.

“MAMMON!! HEY!” The other brothers had entered your chamber and were fighting the barrier. Unsure of what he was doing they clawed at the invisible barrier. A chorus of shouts reverberated past the barrier. Even Lucifer was struggling with the barrier.

As the glow around Mammon began to fade he released the wall, his brothers rushed in and watched as Mammon crumpled on the floor. You woke up with a start. A faint aching persisted in your limbs, along with a pounding headache. You saw all the brothers crowded around you and Mammon. Mammon groaned and stood shakily before sitting on your bed for support. He coughed roughly and glanced at you. Upon seeing you awake and seemingly well he tackled you in an embrace that smothers you. Falling back in the bed from the force of his hug you chuckle a little. Lucifer glares at Satan with questioning eyes, as if to ask him what the hell just happened.

Though the brothers were ecstatic to see you awake Satan ushered them out to explain what Mammon had just done. He seemed well enough. It seemed the transfer was fine, after all the immune system of a thousand year old demon is bound to be stronger than a humans.

Once you two were alone you noticed the tears falling on the skin in the crook of your neck. Mammon was crying? You pulled him back a little and stroked his head. “Hey, I’m alright, and it’s all because you saved me. You know when I was out I could only see this golden light. It was so beautiful, the light was sort of dim but it was always there. Then just before I woke up I saw it grow and it felt just like sitting in the sun on a gorgeous day. I used to miss the sun down here in the devildom, but you know what? Mammon, I think I can get used to it.”

Mammon wiped his tears and practically laid on top of you. He didn’t respond for several minutes, he just held you tight.

Mammon lifted his head and leaned down, sprinkling little kisses all over your face, you scrunched up your nose at the feeling and suppressed a laugh. He noticed this and his mouth turned up a little. He leaned down one more time and you two shared a tender long kiss. He pulled away first to cough, then he rolled over to your side. You noticed how he felt warm, not just from the current blush he was sporting. 

After a moment of realization that he caught your illness you pull him in and you two fall asleep with your legs tangled together. Mammon truly felt like your little patch of sunshine in the dark.

Bonus: For the rest of the week you end up taking care of Mammon. He is quieter and more passive than usual but you’ve never seen him so happy. (He’s just so overjoyed to see you okay)

Thanks so much for reading! :)

 Side Note: How come Obey Me! never ever explores character complexity, makes me a little sad when all the characters are dumbed down to one trait. I want to explore their character SOOO much more!

Levi’s is next, should be up soon!

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Fragile Human - Lucifer

Part 1 Part 3 (Mammon) Part 4 (Leviathan) Part 5 (Satan) Part 6 (Asmodeus)  Part 7 (Beelzebub)  Part 8 (Belphegor)

Part 2 of fragile humans with Lucifer taking care of you. In this series one of the brothers cares for you as you recover from an unknown illness.

Genre: Fluffy fluff :)

Warnings: Reader is gender neutral 

Part 2 (Lucifer):

“Alright, I shall be the one to stay with you,” Lucifer declared. He peered at his brothers and regarded their disappointed expressions. He paid them no mind as he pulled out his phone. He quickly messaged Diavolo to inform him that he wouldn’t be able to attend classes since he had an ill human on his hands.

He shooed his brothers away from you and ushered them out the door. “You’ll all be late, I will not tolerate any of you nuisances skipping classes,” He snarled, his angry expression motivating his brothers to rush out the door.

After the brothers had left he helped you to stand and gave you a concerned look. He stood still for a moment, contemplating how he was going to help you get better. 

“It’s best that you rest MC, let's get you to bed,” Lucifer guided you by the arm gently down the hall. It was during this moment that he was aggressively reminded of the fragility of humans. He had once been aggravated and somewhat disgusted by the neediness and ‘uselessness’ of humans. Now he was becoming increasingly aware that he had been ignorant before. 

Upon reaching your room he led you to your bed and took your uniform jacket for you. You plopped on the bed, hoping you would find some kind of solace from laying down. Lucifer shifted on his feet briefly, still pondering on how to help you. He leaned down and rubbed your back gently, he hated seeing you like this. He would never admit it in the moment but seeing you feeling so uncomfortable was close to unbearable. Lucifer didn’t know how to feel about the ordeal, how bad was your sickness? Was this something that could get worse? Were you in any danger?

Unable to think of how to help he leaned closer to your ear and whispered, “MC, is there something you’d like me to do to help you feel better?” 

You rolled over towards him and mumbled in a barely audible voice, “Maybe some tea, or like soup I guess?”

Ah, something to drink, that made sense, Lucifer nodded and began to leave when you weakly grabbed his arm. “You don’t have to, I don’t want to keep you from work.”

Lucifer almost chuckled at that, you looked so concerned that he was spending his time taking care of you. He shook his head, “It’s my pleasure MC, it’s alright, I’m happy to do it.”

You smiled a little up at him and he felt his heart stirr a little. He rushed out and his frustration and worry painted his face as soon as you couldn’t see him. Lucifer was not prone to worry. When you were concerned it was a different story. You weren’t protected by powers, you were so weak in comparison to himself. The prospect of you being sickly made him feel sick to his stomach. He sat in the kitchen and prepared soup for you. It made him think of the irony of the scene. The human that he had considered an absolute nuisance when he first met them was now under his care. He was willingly pacing the kitchen to make them soup to aid their healing. Too worried to laugh at the irony he swallowed his pride.

While the soup simmered he strolled down the hall, he couldn’t believe he was going to do this. He entered Satan’s room and sighed. He wanted a book on human medicine, how was he going to find anything of the sort in this mess? He perused the shelves, hoping to find anything remotely related to humans. After no luck he wrung his hands nervously. Good God Satan needed to organize the shelves. He took a deep breath and rushed back to the kitchen.

Thankfully the soup hadn’t boiled over. He dished it into a bowl and placed it on a tray to take to you. He cautiously carried it to your room and cracked the door to check on you. You were fast asleep. He smiled just a little, reassuring himself that you would be fine. He placed the tray by the bed and shook you lightly. You let out a whine but looked up at him. You were drowsy and weren’t very conscious. 

“LUci?” Your voice cracked and you rubbed your eyes. You gave a big yawn and lifted yourself up slowly.

Lucifer grimaced slightly at the nickname but he let it slide. He wrote it off as delirium. He gave you a slight smile and lifted the tray, “I brought you some soup MC, would you like it?”

You nodded and patted your lap indicating that you wanted the tray on your legs. Lucifer gingerly placed the tray down, hoping that none would spill. You tenderly lifted the spoon and sipped a bit of the broth. Lucifer watched you attentively, he saw your shaky and halted movements.

He didn’t want to be overbearing but he couldn’t help but take the spoon from your hands carefully. (Big brother instinct activated) “MC, let me do it, I don’t think you’re strong enough to do this safely,” He averted his gaze but he saw you nod sheepishly in his peripheral vision. He lifted a new spoonful of soup and blew on it before he lifted it towards you. 

You felt a little embarrassed but you also felt a little giddy, Lucifer was rarely this vulnerable and caring. This was his responsible head of the family self coming out, he always held himself accountable for the wellbeing of his family. You opened your mouth slightly and took the spoon in your mouth. Thank goodness Lucifer was a good cook, the soup trickled down your throat and warmed your body. Helping the fever chills subside. You sighed in relief as the scolding soup soothed your throat. You ate as Lucifer fed you, perfectly content in the moment. You were completely unaware of the fact that your ailment was just in the beginning stages. 

After finishing your meal you yawned dramatically and drifted back into sleep. Lucifer took the tray from your lap and leaned back in the chair he had pulled up to your bedside. He sighed and rested his gloved hand on his forehead. He couldn’t even believe how fast this illness had taken you. He slipped a glove off and gently felt your forehead. His brow furrowed, if anything you felt warmer. That was not a good sign. Lucifer quickly stood and rushed out of the room.

Upon arriving at the Demon Lord’s castle he rushed past Barbatos as he attempted to greet him. Diavolo was not present as he was at RAD still. Lucifer frantically made his way to the Royal Library. He ran his fingers over the books. He wasn’t sure which volume on human disease would be the best so he pulled various books from the shelves. Barbatos appeared in the doorframe and offered a bag to Lucifer.

“You can see into the future Barbatos, what is happening to MC?” Lucifer demanded, beginning to feel enraged.

“You and I both know that I cannot answer questions pertaining to the future. Please understand I wish to reassure you, but alas I can’t,” Barbatos bowed apologetically. Lucifer scowled at Barbatos scornfully, but he elected to rush past him back to the House of Lamentation.

Lucifer retook his place beside you and began to skim through novels on human ailments. He came upon a page that described that oftentimes humans would become ill when exposed to an unfamiliar environment. That seemed to be something of merit, he pulled out his phone and called for Solomon. Upon receiving no answer Lucifer held his head in his hands. He was blaming himself for this, as he often does. He brushed some of your hair out of your face. He couldn’t do anything, he didn’t know spells to heal human disease. There were spells for physical injury or curses, but bacteria? No, he couldn’t recall anything like that. His phone buzzed and he jolted from his daze.

Solomon: I just heard from Asmo that MC is sick? Apparently none of you know what it is. I’m heading over right now, it could be serious.

Lucifer: Hurry up. Answer your phone next time.

Lucifer sighed in relief, at least a human was on his way. Solomon would have more expertise on this. As he settled in to wait you groaned in your sleep. He noticed how you shook, your body was covered in a sheen of sweat. Your face was contorting into a look  of discomfort. Lucifer stood over your form, completely unsure of what to do he steadied your shaking form. Your body refused to stop its incessant shivering. 

In his panic Lucifer shifted you over and wrapped his coat around you. He held you close, concern painting his usually calm and sculpturesque features. Lucifer's heart was racing just as much as yours. His expression would seem mildly annoyed to an outsider, but to the trained eye his expression was one of utter panic. You stirred from your fever ridden sleep and squinted up at him.

“Oh a hug? Nice,” you mused in your delirium. You held onto him, clinging like a child. “Luci, I feel so cold, and my head is stuffed with cotton,” you complained. Lucifer shushed you and held your head to his chest, you were going to give him a heart attack.

Solomon entered the room quietly, and spotted you fading in and out of consciousness while Lucifer was clinging to you. Solomon bore his same smirk and examined your state. He felt your forehead and after his discernment he discovered the problem.

“You see Lucifer, MC is just a normal human for the most part. They came to the Devildom with no immunity to the unique sort of bacteria that reside here. So their immune system went into overdrive from their infection. I can probably develop a medicine given a few hours. MC will be fine, untreated they might not have done so well, but they were in good hands,” Solomon smiled at the unusually upset Lucifer and got to work on his remedy.

Lucifer sat there, relief beginning to show on his face. Thank goodness, he had begun to let his thoughts wander to dark places. This instance had reminded him of the fragility of humans. The fact that you could have died from something like disease frightened Lucifer. He knew that from now on he needed to keep a better eye on you. He pulled himself from the bed and went back to resting on the chair beside you. He left his jacket draped over and you subconsciously pulled it closer to you.

After you were administered Solomon’s medicine your fever broke shortly. You awoke from your fever dreams and saw Lucifer watching you expectantly. Lucifer draped his arms around you and you froze a little. This was unexpected but not exactly unwelcome. You leaned into his touch and rubbed his back soothingly. You realized that he had actually been worried about you.

“I-I’m alright I swear, I’m sorry if I worried you,” you mumbled, your voice stifled since your face was resting on Lucifer's shoulder.

Lucifer leaned away from the hug and pulled your face closer and you felt your face flush, not from fever this time. You closed the distance and kissed him gently. The kiss was fleeting and you rested your head on his shoulder. He sighed in contentment.

“Humans are so unbelievably fragile, you know that MC? Please see to it that I never have to watch you like that again,” Lucifer mumbled.

The two of you sat like that as you recovered for the rest of the day. You two didn’t speak much, you just relished in each other's company. (the next day Lucifer had a mild cough and you couldn’t help but chuckle a little to yourself.)

Thanks for reading!! :)

Mammon is next! His will be out this week!

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Fragile Human

HEYYYYY, I’m not dead, just got really busy. I’m starting a new series and I should update it fairly regularly. This is the intro, it’ll be a fluff piece about the brothers taking care of you while you are sick. (Also thank you guys so much for almost 200 followers and I’ve been gone for 6 MONTHS, thanks so so so much!!)

Genre: Fluff (I’m basically just a fluff writer cause that’s what’s fun for me but I might dabble in angst)

Warnings: Reader is gender neutral :)

Part 2 (Lucifer) Part 3 (Mammon) Part 4 (Leviathan) Part 5 (Satan) Part 6 (Asmodeus) Part 7 (Beelzebub) Part 8 (Belphegor)

Part 1:

While you were readying yourself for a new day at RAD you noted the odd ache and the heat rising in your body. Trying to ignore it you finish dressing yourself in uniform. You knew that you couldn’t skip out on lessons. At least not without a fight. Your stomach combatted your notions of wellness by churning uncomfortably. You ball your hands into fists and fight through it as best as you can. You woozily meander down the hall to breakfast. The boys eye you suspiciously, recognizing the uncomfortable grimace you were failing to mask. They all paid it no mind however and simply greeted you.

Trying to swallow the food was taxing, your head was pulsing and you could feel the fatigue dulling your movements. You knew that something was wrong, but what could you really do about such a thing? You were in the Devildom, the possibility of getting meds or sympathy were very little. Barely finishing your breakfast you stood and immediately regretted it. Your vision faltered, and you swayed and staggered a little before you fell backwards. You were only out of it for a few moments before you heard a chorus of concerned voices. The boys' heads appeared above you. You squinted and tried to lift your head and felt the back of your throat clench. You felt absolutely terrible. 

Beel helped you sit up as you couldn’t do it on your own. You groaned and held your head, feeling the pain throbbing worse than before. 

“YO! MC, what just happened, you lost your balance or what?” Mammon chimed in, concern decorating his face.

You merely mumble in discomfort from his loud voice in response. Peering at all the confused and concerned gazes you were getting you attempted to play it off. You didn’t get a chance to get up and run from the embarrassment however. While Beel helped steady you he furrowed his brow, you felt incredibly warm. He held the back of his hand on your forehead and frowned more.

“MC, why are you so hot, I thought humans weren’t that hot-blooded,” Beel mumbled, confused, you were usually cold (by demon standards).

“Probably a fever, I’ll be alright,” you groaned, glancing around the room, the looks on the brothers faces just got more confused.

“Fever? Elaborate, MC, what happened to you?” Lucifer demanded standing above your form on the floor.

“Probably just caught something-,” You attempted to get up and you wobbled causing Lucifer to have to reach out and steady you by the shoulders.

The brothers exchanged glances, they were mostly clueless when it came to human illness. Belphie was once enamored by humans but he hadn’t wandered too far into the study of human immune systems. Satan had limited knowledge as well, he never regarded human medicine as necessary knowledge. Immediately they all felt jolts of varying levels of panic. What were they to do about their human? 

“Are you saying that you’re sick?” Lucifer inquired, cocking up an eyebrow, he admittedly was concerned after seeing you fall like that. He wasn’t sure how to go about this. “Do you think it’s severe?”

“I-” As if to prove that the sickness was there to stay, you were interrupted by a harsh cough. “I don’t think I can attend class, I know it’s really important, I’m sorry Lucifer, I know that this-” You began to ramble, and were quickly interrupted by Lucifer raising his hand.

“I’ll allow it, if you’re not well I don’t want you attending classes in poor condition,” Lucifer declared, his gaze softening a little at your meek gaze. He nervously pulled his glove off and lifted his palm to you. He waited until you nodded in approval and he brushed his hand softly over your forehead. He raised his eyebrows slightly in shock, you were much warmer than he expected. Gathering that you weren’t lying he waved his hand, giving a brief gesture as if to dismiss you. “ Alright you’ll stay here today but I don’t want you all alone.”

The brothers all glanced at one another and sat still as they waited with bated breath for Lucifer to declare who would be the one to stay with you. 

“Alright, ________ shall be the one to stay with you,” Lucifer declared.

To be continued. . .

Part 2 with Lucifer will be up soon! :) (I’m gonna do all the brothers for sure and maybe the side characters if this does decent)

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Tw: Suicide, Transphobia, Misgendering.

Wake up Cissies it's time yall saw how shit you are to trans people in this Fandom

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MY ASKS FOR LITERATALLY NO REASON

People on Insta

You wanna call yourself an ally? Fucking act like one. Take responsibility for your and others actions and learn. Listen to trans voices and don't speak over us even if you don't like what you hear. We're getting sick and tired of your shit here and we're not giving any passes. Do better or fuck off.

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The Kiss of an Angel

Scenario: This is for my friend who loves Simeon. This is just a little scenario of Simeon realizing that he likes MC. (and a kiss)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Reader is gender neutral! Nothing else!

The noise of the House of Lamentation was unbearable sometimes. You wished that you had a dorm near Simeon. You wouldn’t give up the brothers, but you wished that they’d let you just chill. Today you were particularly tired. You had been working hard at R.A.D. and just wanted to enjoy the company of Simeon. Instead of walking home with the boys you headed towards Simeon’s dorm.

“YO! MC, wrong way, where do ya’ think you’re going!” Mammon yelled, waiting for you to catch up.

“Sorry Mammon!” You shook your head and pointed down the path. “I’m hanging out with Simeon today!”

Mammon pouted but turned and dragged his feet behind his brothers. You chuckled a bit, the brothers could be a little clingy. You sighed in relief and meandered a little on the way to Purgatory Hall. A hand slinked its way to your shoulder and you felt your soul leave your body. You had been enjoying your stroll and hadn’t noticed that the angel you were searching for was behind you.

“Oh, I’m sorry MC, I didn’t mean to frighten you. Why are you headed this way?” Simeon smiled, amused at the frightened jolt your body had given at his touch.

You blushed a little at his hand staying on your shoulder. “I was actually looking for you,” you admitted. 

“Well! You found me! What did you need me for?” Simeon questioned, tilting his head slightly.

“Oh, nothing special, I just wanted to know if you’d be willing to hang out with me a little today,” you answered, painfully aware of how squeamish you felt asking.

“Of course! I’m always happy to chat with you MC, let’s head to Purgatory hall, shall we?” Simeon patted your shoulder once more and strode ahead of you.

You followed suit and headed into Purgatory Hall with Simeon. Solomon and Luke were already there doing their work. They both gave a small wave before returning to work. You sat on a couch in the common area and Simeon sat beside you. Now you were unsure of what to say but thankfully Simeon chimed in first. He began to relay his day to you. As well some of the funny things Luke had done. You listened contently. Speaking with Simeon was a much more pleasant and peaceful exchange than those with the inhabitants of the House of Lamentation. 

Subconsciously you had been scooching yourself closer and closer. You stopped yourself short though, you were almost touching. You recoiled quickly, Simeon noticed your hesitancy and smiled. He patted next to him and smiled again. He thought nothing of it. He didn’t mind physical affection in the slightest. You shifted a little closer and nodded. Simeon continued to talk. You chimed in a few times and found yourself forgetting any of the embarrassment. 

The day grew later and you struggled to keep your eyes open. You and Simeon had talked for hours. You leaned to the side and accidently placed your head on Simeon’s shoulder. You tried to sit up in an attempt to save face. However, Simeon gently wrapped his arm around you. He was tired too and welcomed any snuggles you had to offer. Solomon was heading to his room, and saw the two of you. He didn’t actually mind but he figured he might as well tease.

“Geez, get a room, no decency,” Simeon smirked, his eyes playful. He chuckled lightly and left.

Now you were very aware of the closeness. Simeon opened his mouth to scold Solomon for being rude but he was too flustered. He hadn’t really thought about it that way. He just figured it was a friendly thing. Now, he knew it wasn’t a friend thing. He just didn’t want to admit. Simeon is emotionally mature, he knows how he feels.

Truthfully he was just concerned with what would happen if he accepted how he felt. He glanced down at you and you made eye contact. You divert your eyes but elected to not move from your position. Simeon felt something inside him draw him in closer. He knew that once he accepted that this was how he truly felt that there wasn’t really a way to turn back.

When Simeon loves, he can’t let it go. He’s devoted, that’s in his nature. It’s never left him and it never plans on doing so. His resolve was absolute. He tilted your head up and gave a shaky smile. He leaned even closer and your mind realized what was happening. You closed your eyes and closed the distance. Simeon’s lips brushed yours soft as a feather. Simeon pulled away. Though that kiss was painfully fleeting it still held so much weight. You opened your eyes and peered into Simeon’s eyes. He was smiling, though it was more of a nervous smile, Simeon’s lips were shaking a little and his eyebrows furrowed.

Simeon was waiting for a response. You almost giggled at how worried he was that you would reject his affections. You pulled him closer and kissed him gently again. Tension left his body and he smiled into your kiss. Seemed like you were just as devoted as he was.

Bonus (a little one):

Luke had been packing up his stuff and scurried out of the room wishing that there was bleach for his eyes. SO UNHOLY GUYS, SMOOCHING IN THE COMMON ROOM!!!

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Belphegor and Nightmares

This is the seventh part in the series, I’m going in order from oldest to youngest, so Lucifer’s, Mammon’s, Leviathan’s, Satan’s, Asmodeus’s, and Beelzebub’s are done, you can find them below. I’m considering doing the side characters as well but it might take a little longer to get those out since exams insist on existing :(

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

Scenario: MC (you) wakes up from a very bad nightmare and seeks out comfort from the boys. You end sleeping next to them since you can’t sleep. This is inspired by me, since my dreams. . . . . . . they are funky to say the least.

also

Inspired by a conversation I had with @Tulip-hall

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Reader is gender neutral so this is for everyone! Spoilers from chapter 18!

You snap out of your dream and take in your surroundings. Your heart was racing and you were sweating. Throwing off your sheets you stand and survey your room. You were okay by the looks of it. Your dream had shaken you deeply and you feared sleeping again. You close your eyes for a moment and immediately regret it. Images from your night terror swim to the surface. You pry your eyes open again and quickly decide against sleep.

You peek into the hallway to make sure you are alone. After scouting the area you head down the hall. The twins were your best bet at comfort. Belphie was the first one you wanted to see. Quickly you realize that it would be difficult to wake him but you had already made it to the door. You don’t bother knocking, Belphie wasn’t one to wake up from knocking alone. Getting Belphie to listen and comprehend words was a challenge within itself. You pop your head in and you see the dark outlines of the boys sleeping in their beds. You slowly make your way to Belphie’s side. He was sleeping soundly as usual. You nudged him. No response, but that was to be expected.

You shove his shoulder harder. You really needed to talk to Belphie, but it was near impossible to wake up Belphie. You rocked him back and forth, trying to get some kind of a response. He grunted a little. That was progress, but not enough to soothe your fears. You were beginning to shake a little more. The room was dark and standing there was beginning to feel suffocating.

You began to frantically whisper his name. Pleading with him did the trick, he squinted up at you and gave a lazy smile. You knew better than to think that he was actually awake however. He had ‘woken up’ before and then passed out immediately after. Surprisingly, he grabbed you and pulled you into the bed. You gave a startled yelp and found yourself nose to nose with him. You found yourself a little calmer but this position was uncomfortable. You wiggled your arms free and pushed yourself away from him.

He whined at that and opened his eyes a little more. He registered the expression on your face and stared at you. His foggy mind took a few moments to understand what that face meant. A light went off in his head and he gasped. He seemed to realize what had happened. He flushed, you were lying so close, but there was no time to bask in your presence. Not while you lay there trembling.

Rubbing up and down your arm Belphie asked, “MC, hey what’s wrong? You look so frightened, did something happen?”

Belphie felt his heart rate quicken, he was reminded of the time he had attacked you. He felt his body ache, every time you were remotely upset he could sense that guilt again. You had insisted time and time again that it was all right. You understood the amount of pain he had been in. Belphie felt himself shut down when you were afraid. He could see the way you trembled and held back tears. He had made you feel that way. He remembered how he had laughed and enjoyed hurting you. It felt good to take out his anger and sorrow on someone weaker than him. Now all he could really feel was the feeling of self-hatred permeating every part of his body. The sticky feeling of your blood on his hands and the tears he had seen his brothers shed when he had hurt you. If Barbatos had not manipulated time, you would be dead. Because of him. It felt so cruel now to love you. He knew that he could never earn your affection after what he had done.

You gazed at Belphie and shook him again, he had been gazing up at the ceiling. He seemed shocked to see you there, pulled from his thoughts he reminded himself that you were still there. He shoved his negative thoughts aside and refocused on you. You had been describing your nightmare to him and he had zoned out. Still looking afraid, Belphie pulled you into his chest. He clung to you desperately.

Not only did you need him, he needed you. You had come to him of all the brothers to find comfort. His heart tore itself in half, he was overjoyed that you would seek him out, giving him hope that you could love him. The other half felt so unworthy, how could you think that he was safe? After everything, all the time he spent lying to you, you were laying there embracing him back.

Sighing into his touch, you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck. He shuddered at the touch and made a promise to himself. The first time he hurt you was the last. He had you now, you had him. It would stay that way, no matter the circumstances. You had chosen him. No matter how he ran through the logic it didn’t make sense, but you still chose him.

He smiled to himself. He was upset to see you afraid but now that you were in his arms and he could feel you smiling into the crook of his neck he could sleep.

“MC, you and I should stay here like this forever,” Belphie whispered.

You hummed in response. The idea wasn’t plausible but you completely agreed. Staying there in a moment that was free pain and all that plagued you was heaven. Right there in the Devildom. You breathed in Belphie’s scent and felt the remaining tension in your muscles dissipate. The scent of linen and lavender filled your nose and assisted you in fading into sweeter dreams.

Belphie stayed awake for once and listened to your breathing. He knew that his foolish idea of staying there forever wasn’t realistic but he wanted to make it last for as long as possible. He couldn’t resist forever, but at least he fell asleep bearing a smile on his face.

Bonus:

Beel rolled out of bed and stretched, yawing. He glanced over expecting Belphie to be still asleep as usual. He made a puzzled sound and tilted his head seeing the two of you. He meandered over and made a little ‘huh’ sound as he looked at the two of you. He knew that Lucifer would make a fuss if he saw the two of you. To avoid anyone getting in trouble Beel lifted the two of you up. He put one of you on each of his shoulders. You were both jostled awake. Beel headed down the hall and hanging upside down over Beel’s shoulder you made eye contact with Belphie.

“Morning,” you giggled.

Belphie yawned and nodded at you, his hair swaying with Beel’s every step.

 Beel placed the two of you down in front of the dining room and gave you two both a nod and headed in. 

“I should ask Beel to taxi me to breakfast more often,” Belphie mumbles, rubbing his eyes before he opens the door to the dining room for you.

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Beelzebub and Nightmares

This is the sixth part in the series, I’m going in order from oldest to youngest, so Lucifer’s, Mammon’s, Leviathan’s, Satan’s, and Asmodeus’s are done, you can find them below.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Scenario: MC (you) wakes up from a very bad nightmare and seeks out comfort from the boys. You end sleeping next to them since you can’t sleep. This is inspired by me, since my dreams. . . . . . . they are funky to say the least.

also

Inspired by a conversation I had with @Tulip-hall

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Reader is gender neutral so this is for everyone! No warnings!

Gasping, you jump up in bed. You shuddered, your dream had been terrifying. You turn your head, making sure you that were alone. You look down and sit in silence. You contemplate your choices. At first you lay down and rest, but you were rudely interrupted by the memories of your dream. The horrific visions were persisting, much to your dismay. You got up and draped a blanket around your shoulders. You took your trembling form to the hall in search of a solution. You weren’t sure where to turn. The idea of bothering one of the brothers was unpleasant. There was one brother that was appealing though. Beel.

Beel was intimidating in regards to his physique, but he was a simple and kind-hearted being. He was a reassuring presence, a presence you desperately needed. You steer yourself to the twins’ room. You considered knocking but decided against it. You didn’t want to wake up Belphie instead of Beel. You crack the door open and see that both of the twins were sound asleep. You padded over to Beel’s side. He was laying in a starfish position and drooling on his pillow. You sighed, he was so cute, if it weren’t for the fear coursing through your body you would have sat there and admired his face. 

You shook Beel’s arm and whispered his name. It didn’t take much for Beel to stir. He opened his eyes quickly and began to smile. You figured he probably thought it was breakfast time. The real reason he was smiling was because he saw you, that was enough to make him smile any time of day or night. It curled into a frown however. He saw your trembling form and he was on his feet. He stood before you almost instantly and leaned down to your level.

“MC, what is it,” Beel whispered, gazing at you intently.

“I-I just, well I.” You broke crumpled into sobs, you couldn’t form the words. Reliving it was terrible, trying to even describe the swirling complex jumble of emotions you felt made your chest tighten. You felt yourself trying to breath slowly but your body kept shaking. Beel acted quickly, he understood. He cupped your face between his hands. He tilted your head up so he could rest his forehead against yours. He shushed you as you cried. You felt your heartbeat slow, his touch was warm and it felt as if that warmth was pouring through every vein. Slowing your mind and the rapid thoughts pestering your mind. 

Beel wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. You leaned into him. “MC, would you like something to eat,” Beel asked, quirking his head to the side.

You chuckled a little at that but shook your head. Beel nodded and lifted you up. He placed you gently on his bed and he laid beside you. He faced you and gave a tender smile.

“MC, I don’t know if you had a nightmare or not but I’m guessing you did. I’ve been to war, and I still dream of it. I understand how you feel, you can come to me again whenever you feel the need,” Beel said, reaching out to wipe your cheek.

Hesitant to accept Beel’s offer to stay, you shook your head and started to get up. Beel clasped your wrist tenderly and you looked into his eyes. It was then that you could see fear in his eyes as well. You knew well what those eyes meant. He was afraid to sleep as well. His life was riddled with tragedy, every night when he slept he went to sleep unsure of what tragic moment he would relive this time. Behind that fear was another, he feared seeing you upset. Beel’s eyes bore into you, pleading. You stopped yourself and quickly rejoined him. You needed him even if you were embarrassed to admit and he needed you more than you could ever know.

Time passed as the two of you shared eye contact. The two of you seemed to understand. Beel was not one to speak excessively, his warm gaze said enough. You felt relaxed, simply resting in his company. Rapid thoughts seemed to halt and roam aimlessly, they had no effect now. Safety was assured in Beel’s presence. You shuddered at a sudden chill and Beel quickly pulled you in, you blushed a little but welcomed his touch.

The feeling of being surrounded by Beel was heaven. You were experiencing him, you were present with him, you could feel all of his heart go out to you. His life, his soul, all laid out for you. It was a simple embrace, but the overwhelming but unsatiating feeling of being held there in that moment was all you could ever want.

Feeling a little smothered by Beel’s chest you scooched yourself on top of him. You laid your head over his chest and wrapped your arms around him. He smiled and embraced you back. 

“MC, I’ll say it again, whenever, wherever, however, I’m there, you can hold onto me. I will without a doubt in my mind offer myself up for you,” Beel spoke in a low voice into your ear.

You hummed in response, his kind, reassuring words echoing in your mind. Beel rubbed circles on your back as you laid there. The repetitive soothing motion was entrancing, soon you were snoozing peacefully. Beel closed his eyes and relished in the feeling of your weight on his chest. He felt himself drift off to sleep as well. He didn’t have any nightmares and neither did you. You both offered to the other what they needed. You two could exchange words with your eyes and exchange your hearts with simple touch. 

Bonus:

Beel awoke and was surprised to feel a weight on his chest. He glanced down and was reminded of last night. He heaved a huge sigh, he was overjoyed at the sight of you. He smiled to himself and stayed still. His stomach was churning and protesting in hunger but he was afraid to wake you up. Your cheek squished against his chest was adorable. He clenched his jaw and held in the noise he wanted to make. (You know that aggressive, overpowering feeling you get when you see something so cute you can not handle it? Yeah that feeling, you’re a cutie :) and Beel can’t handle it) You curled your fists and grumbled a little in your sleep and Beel held his breath. Humans were a lot cuter than Beel originally thought they were.

Belphie finally turned over and opened his eyes. He squinted in confusion. Beel was laying on his back with you on his chest. Beel looked as if he was having an aneurysm, his face was red and he was shaking a little. Belphie slunk over and made eye contact with his twin.

“I won’t say anything, but wow, this is very unlike you Beel,” Belphie teased, he turned and headed to breakfast.

Everyone at breakfast was astonished that Belphie of all the demons had gotten up before Beel and you. So Lucifer stood and walked to the twins room, aggravated by your tardiness. The first thing he did once he stepped foot in the room was make eye contact with Beel. He stopped, they both stared at one another for an eternity. Lucifer managed to rip his gaze from Beel and it drifted to you. He strolled over and he looked down at the two of you. He opened his mouth to speak but Beel quickly and quietly gripped Lucifer's wrist. His grip was so strong that Lucifer had to suppress a cry of pain. He understood and backed off.

Lucifer had to admit that your face was adorable, he covered his mouth with his hand to hide the encroaching smile. Mammon and the others came in one by one curious and were quickly shushed. They all were slightly mesmerized by the cute and serene expression resting on your features. Beel only spoke once to say, “Get out” and the brothers listened, they knew when Beel was being serious. He just wanted to be the only one to get to see you yawn and wake up. You were even cuter that way. 

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Asmodeus and Nightmares

This is the fifth part in the series, I’m going in order from oldest to youngest, so Lucifer’s, Mammon’s, Leviathan’s, and Satan’s are done, you can find them below.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Scenario: MC (you) wakes up from a very bad nightmare and seeks out comfort from the boys. You end sleeping next to them since you can’t sleep. This is inspired by me, since my dreams. . . . . . . they are funky to say the least.

also

Inspired by a conversation I had with @Tulip-hall

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Reader is gender neutral so this is for everyone! No warnings!

Gasping you sat up in bed. You had been dreaming, you heaved a sigh of relief. Ever since coming to the Devildom you had been experiencing so many insane things that discerning from reality and falsehood was beginning to be difficult. Your chest heaved with your hurried breaths, you sat still trying to calm yourself. You didn’t bother checking your phone, you rolled over and closed your eyes. This action was to no avail, your dreams were insistent on staying in your memory. It seemed that sleeping was not an option, at least not alone like this. You swung your legs off the bed and wrapped a blanket around your shoulders. 

You strolled down the hall and considered who you should talk to. Asmo was the first one on your mind, so you hurried to his door. You gently knocked on the door. You waited a few moments, your fist hanging in the air. After no response you knocked again. And again. And again. Asmo had told you before that he slept in the nude, and you weren’t sure if he was being flirty or not. You didn’t want to risk anything by barging in, so you kept on knocking. 

You began to bring your fist down on the door one more time when Asmo flung his door open. He was staggering in place wrapped in a fluffy pink robe, he did not look pleased. He often spoke of beauty sleep, and it seemed he needed some more. His face didn’t stay disgruntled long. His eyes brightened when he saw that it was you.

“MC, oh you finally decided a nighttime visit with me was a good idea huh?” Asmo chirped out, unusually happy for someone who had just woken up.

You blushed a little at his implication and shook your head furiously, “Sorry, but I needed to talk to you. I was a little lonely and scared.”

“Scared, oh dear we can’t have that, come in, come in!” Asmo waved you into his room quickly.

You scurried in and stood in the middle of the room awkwardly, unsure of what to do. Asmo walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around you. It wasn’t his usual flirty touches, it was a soft and gentle embrace. Asmo could act as self-absorbed as he wanted, but even he saw the emotions of others. He knew from the look of you that you were afraid, and he wasn’t going to leave you that way. He pulled you to his bed and sat you down.

Clasping both your hands in his Asmo peered at your trembling face and gave you a sweet smile saying, “MC, MC, MC, what are we going to do about you, we can’t go having my favorite person looking so upset. Favorite aside from myself of course,” Asmo jokes, though he knew in actuality you were his favorite person.

You gulped, and struggled to form the words to tell Asmodeus why you were so upset. Asmo shushed you and kissed your hands. He wrapped you in a loose hug, leaving you room to leave if you so wished. You clutched onto his robe and buried your face in his shoulder. Tears rolled down your cheeks, you were thankful that Asmo could understand that you just needed him to hold you. He rested one of his hands on your hand and wrapped his other arm around you. 

The two of you sat there for quite some time, Asmo hummed a slow tune while you cried. You hiccupped and wiped the few remaining tears and pulled yourself from his embrace. You looked into his loving gaze and gave him a shaky smile. He brushed away the tears you missed and cupped your face. He gazed at you before he came up with an idea.

“MC, I can’t let you leave here after seeing how scared you are. Stay here with me, I’ll hold you and keep you safe,” Asmo whispered, stroking your cheek.

You nodded and hugged him again, you were thankful that he truly understood how you felt without having you say anything aloud. Asmo laid down and patted the pillow next to his. You scooted closer and laid next to him. Asmo opened his arms, inviting you to cuddle in closer. You quickly took up his offer, sighing into his embrace. 

After you settled into his arms he started to talk quietly, he told you random stories about his brothers or outings he went on with Solomon. You didn’t really listen. You were just breathing in Asmo’s scent. The calming mix of roses and vanilla filled your senses. You no longer could comprehend what Asmo was saying. He was well aware you weren’t paying attention, he just hoped you would fall asleep to the sound of his voice.

After you had fallen asleep and your soft snores were heard Asmo giggled a little to himself, “ MC, if only there was a way I could keep you all to myself and hold you here forever.”

Asmo closed his eyes and sighed in content and fell asleep holding you.

Bonus:

Beel stood at the edge of Asmo’s bed. He just stared, he was wracking his brain to find an explanation. He reached out and poked your cheek. You grunted but you didn’t wake. Beel turned to Asmo, he began to poke his cheek feverishly.

“Lucifer said I get your breakfast if you don’t get up. So don’t rush too much getting up, in fact you don’t have to come,” Beel muttered, he turned and went back to breakfast.

As Beel sat down Lucifer raised his eyebrow and asked where the two of you were. “Oh, MC and Asmo were sleeping together in Asmo’s room. I don’t think they are coming,” Beel mumbled, his mouth already full.

Simultaneously all the other brothers at the table aside from Belphie (alseep) and Beel jumped up. A raucous noise filled the room with the scraping of all of their chairs. They all ran down the hall to Asmo’s room. They burst in and none of them could believe what they saw. Mammon was shaking you, trying to get you away from Asmo and Lucifer was scolding Asmo even though he wasn’t even fully awake. You squinted at Mammon and turned away from him. You were too sleepy to really listen. Asmo was whining loudly, Lucifer was pulling his ear and yelling at him. Something something, sleeping with the exchange student, never maturing, something something. Asmo was adamant about not getting up. You sleepily turned to his face and gave his nose a little kiss. Asmo grinned.

“Oh, okay I’m up. Let’s go MC, there’s too many loudmouths in here,” Asmo said hopping up with pep. He grabbed your hand and began to ramble about his morning routine. You chuckled and trailed after him leaving the brothers to stand in Asmo’s room awestruck.

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Satan and Nightmares

This is the fourth part in the series, I’m going in order from oldest to youngest, so Lucifer’s, Mammon’s and Leviathan’s are done, you can find them below.

Part One Part Two Part Three

Scenario: MC (you) wakes up from a very bad nightmare and seeks out comfort from the boys. You end sleeping next to them since you can’t sleep. This is inspired by me, since my dreams. . . . . . . they are funky to say the least.

also

Inspired by a conversation I had with @Tulip-hall

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Reader is gender neutral so this is for everyone! No warnings!

Your eyes open to complete darkness. A few moments pass and you realize your situation, you had only been dreaming. You heave yourself off of your bed and gaze around your room. Squinting you can make out your phone and you grab it. It was three in morning. You knew that you needed more sleep. You curled up under your sheets again. Tossing and turning was doing you no good. Every time you felt your body relax you would relive your night terror.

You stood again and paced, you had no options currently. A few thoughts drifted by and your mind latched on to one of them. You shook your head, it was a silly thought, but your mind was insistent. You sighed and wrapped a blanket around your shoulders. Wearing your makeshift cape you scuffled down the hall to Satan’s door. 

Immediately after the first rap on the door you heard a shuffle inside. After the second knock the door was thrown open. Satan stood there, very aggravated. His hair was fluffed up and sticking every which way and he was wearing a fluffy green sweater and plush looking pants. He peered at you, his eyes still squinted from sleep. He yawned and gave you a scowl.

“MC, do you know what time it is? Please tell me you have a good reason for this,” He grumbled, running his fingers through his hair to smooth it somewhat.

“Can I talk to you for a bit? I know it’s late but I really need to talk right now,” you mumbled looking at the floor sheepishly. You already began to regret your decision, Satan was a light sleeper and did not appreciate being disturbed.

To your surprise, Satan stepped aside and allowed you into his room. You gently nudged the floating books away as you made your way through his room. His bed was covered in massive books so you settled on the plush, old couch. Satan trailed behind and stood in front of you and looked down. He quirked his eyebrow as if to ask you to tell him why you were here. You felt yourself shrink under his gaze but you explained to him what had happened.

Satan sighed and rubbed his temples, he felt a small twinge of anger flare up in him but he could not bring himself to be mad. He had watched you relay your dream. You had kept your face hidden from him but the cracks in your voice were undeniable. He crouched down and gazed up at your face. He offered you a weak smile. Unsure of how to give any solace he reached a hand up and cupped your face. 

“Hey, it’s okay, you’re with me now, and you’re okay. You’ll be alright,” Satan reassured.

You gave him a weak smile and leaned into his touch. Satan felt himself grow warmer and pulled himself away from you. He turned from you and reviewed his room. Tomes and enchanted books were laying all over the floor, many of them floated in the air and piles of volumes were stacked on his bed. Satan wished he had spent some time organizing earlier that day. He had been distracted by a new novel he got off of Akuzon and completely forgot. He muttered a few expletives under his breath. He didn’t want to kick you out so you could cower in fear all alone, but there was no way he could find room without spending an eon reorganizing.

Turning on his heel Satan faced you again, he cleared his throat and spoke, “I don’t have a lot of room so you can sleep on the couch and I guess, since I’m already awake, I’ll just read until morning comes.” 

“That doesn’t sound very fair, I could always curl up on the floor, I’m the one that’s intruding,” you responded waving your arms in defiance. 

Satan carefully clasped your arms and held them still, “it’s alright, you can sleep on the couch, I don’t mind. I can survive without a few hours of sleep. Besides, there’s nowhere on the floor to sleep,” Satan chuckled. He plopped himself on a stack of books and beckoned one of the novels floating through the air to come to him. You began to protest again but he was already entranced by the book.

You accepted that Satan would be too stubborn, so you curled up on the couch, the old couch creaked and you sank into the worn cushions. You felt yourself begin to calm but, just as before, you were visited by visions of your dream. You instead laid there, your eyes wide open and holding back tears. The Devildom was a terrifying place, you loved it, but not all of it. You found it hard to confide in the brothers for fear of sounding weak or whiny.

A loud yawn permeated the silence you had resolved yourself in. You were annoyed by Satan’s refusal to rest. You silently rose and tiptoed to Satan’s side. You clung to his sleeve and pulled. He didn’t move but his mouth pursed. You could see how he was holding back his smile and you frowned at him. You pulled again, he began to chuckle.

“MC, I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable, you can have the couch,” Satan said, sighing with a smile and finally looking at you. His smile faded when he saw that your eyes were shining with tears. He tossed his book into the air, allowing it to float away. He stood quickly and began to truly fathom how bad that dream had been.

“MC, what do you need me to do? I-” Satan paused and looked over your shoulder at the couch. “Would you like to share the couch? Maybe I could read to you?” Satan rambled, hoping he could find a solution to help you.

You nodded, Satan took it as confirmation of both and loosely held your hand as he steered you back to the couch. He halted you from lying down and settled in first.

“MC, the only way we can make room for the two of us is if you lay on top of me, of course if that’s too weird then I’ll let you have the couch and I’ll still read to y-” A puff of air escaped from Satan’s chest, interrupting him as you laid on his chest.

You were terrified and tired, you weren’t busy or concerned by embarrassment currently. Satan reddened but managed to beckon his book back to his side. He opened it up and began again at the start. Every so often he would trip over his words when you would wriggle to be more comfortable. Your hands curled under him and your head rested on his chest. Satan’s heart would skip a beat but you hardly noticed, his low voice rumbling through his chest with every word was soothing. You felt your heart rate slow and breaths even.

Satan noticed that you were asleep. He pushed the book aside and gazed down at you asleep on his chest. He had always known himself as a creature of rage, nothing more than a creation made of Lucifer’s negative emotions. You made him feel like so much more. You sought him out as a source of comfort, he never thought that he would be a safe place for you. Now that he had you here with him he was determined to bring you to safety no matter what. 

Satan returned to reading the book when he saw you stir lightly. As he read he felt himself slip off into sleep as well, perfectly content to spend all of his lifetimes right there with you.

Bonus:

You awoke in a partial darkness, you didn’t move, rather you listened to the disaster unfolding. You heard the low rumbling of Satan’s voice through his chest. The aggravated tone was unmistakable. You felt your face blush furiously when you heard the scolding of Lucifer. As you continue to wake more you realize where you were. You were lying on top of Satan with an open faced book over your head.

After you had fallen asleep Satan kept reading until he had drifted off too. He dropped the book and now you had a paper tent over your head. You wanted to giggle, you couldn’t really hold it in any longer. You giggled softly and broke out into laughter. The other brothers walked in to see you laying on top of Satan laughing with a book on your head. Humans are really strange.

As more of the brothers entered the room and began to chime in on the display before them Satan got more and more annoyed. You could see Satan begin to breathe heavier. You knew he was about to blow but how he reacted shocked you. In one smooth motion he scooped you up and carried you out of his room. But, before he headed down the hall, Satan freed one hand quickly to flip off Lucifer. He began laughing as he ran down the hallway followed by the thunderous steps of an enraged Lucifer echoing behind the two of you.

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Leviathan and Nightmares

This is the third part in the series, I’m going in order from oldest to youngest, so Lucifer’s and Mammon’s are done

Part One Part Two

Scenario: MC (you) wakes up from a very bad nightmare and seeks out comfort from the boys. You end sleeping next to them since you can’t sleep. This is inspired by me, since my dreams. . . . . . . they are funky to say the least.

also

Inspired by a conversation I had with @Tulip-hall

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Reader is gender neutral so this is for everyone! No warnings!

You gasp as you are suddenly pulled from your dream. It was only a dream after all. You cover your face with your hands and sigh. Hugging yourself you stood and took a few deep breaths. Away from your blankets, your arms prickled as goosebumps emerged. The thought of sleeping was appealing, but the visions of your nightmares were keeping you wide awake. You wanted some form of comfort, but who could you really offer that to you at the House of Lamentation? You thought that, just maybe, Levi would still be awake. 

As you shuffled down the hall you reconsidered, Levi was a recluse that probably would not enjoy being disturbed, but even so, Levi was always kind to you in a roundabout way. Even if his affection was somewhat indirect you were in need of it. Your assumption was confirmed at Levi’s door, you could hear his shouts and grunts of frustration. You had figured that since he always talked of gaming and came late to breakfast that he would be up. You knocked on the door impatiently. After no response you knocked in quicker succession. The cold hallways were intimidating and uncomfortable, you wanted out as soon as possible.

“MC, you know you need the password,” Levi shouted from behind the door.

“Levi, please, I just need you right now,” you pleaded desperately.

That statement caught his attention, you had never said something like that before. He shouted to you over the sound of his game to come in. You hesitantly stalked into his room. He had already turned from the door and was peering into the screen again.

“What do you need me for MC, I hope it can wait, I’m in the middle of something,” Levi mumbled, showing no regard for your shaken form.

You pulled on his sleeve, he sighed and looked at you, he was about to tell you that he didn’t have any time for this, but he stopped, his mouth hanging open a bit. You were biting your bottom lip to stop it from trembling and your eyes were shining. He stuttered a little before he spoke into his mic ‘guys, I’m logging off’. He pulled his headset off and swiveled in his chair.

He suddenly had a sinking feeling, he had been a little rude. But when was he ever the best at social situations? He tried to make eye contact with you again but immediately diverted his eyes. That fearful expression was nerve wracking. You took a deep breath and rubbed your eyes.

“Levi, I can’t sleep, because… well I had this terrible dream and I didn’t know who to turn to. I know you’re busy with other things, but I’m just really scared,” you choked out, clenching your teeth to keep some composure.

Levi was staring at the floor, he wanted more than anything to jump up and hold you but he told himself that you would never want him to touch you. He forced himself to crane his neck up. You were staring at him, waiting for a response. Levi bit his lip and gazed around his room, he knew he had options, but he was nervous to offer. He gulped and took a shaky breath.

“Well, I mean, since you’re scared and all, I guess you could sleep in here. You wouldn’t have to be alone that way. That, o-or you could just talk to me for a bit,” Levi stuttered, fiddling with his fingers.

“I don’t really want to talk right now, it might make it worse. If you’re okay with it, I’d like to stay,” your eyes drifted to the tub that was used as Levi’s bed. “I don’t want to take your bed though. I could always sleep on the floor.”

“N-NO, I don’t want you on the floor, you can sleep in my bed, I’ll sleep on the floor!” Levi blurted out, shaking his head.

You nodded and scampered over to the tub. Levi followed and removed some of his pillows (his Ruri-chan body pillow) to make more room for you. You gave him a curt smile as thanks and stepped in. You situated yourself on your side and closed your eyes. Levi turned away and was heading back to the computer but he noticed how late it was. He needed to turn in for the night too to avoid being punished. He paused, he really did not want to sleep on the floor.

He accepted his situation however, and settled on the floor with Ruri-chan. He grunted as he laid his head on the cold tile, he needed extra blankets if he wanted to sleep. He was heading to the door to get more when you popped your head up over the tub.

“Levi, we can share, the floor does not look comfortable at all. I’m sorry if that’s weird to offer but I’ll scooch over as much as I can,” you called out, you honestly just wanted him to be near you. You weren’t sure if you would be able to sleep unless he was close to you. Those few moments of rest in the tub were uncomfortable. You had been sure that just being with Levi would make the bad thoughts go, but it didn't work. You needed more than that.

Levi stood still, he was facing away from you, good thing too, he was opening and closing his mouth like Henry, his fish. He was unsure of how to respond. He turned and felt himself beginning to refuse. He forced himself to choke on the deferral before it happened. He wasn’t the bravest in social situations but now was the time to be there for you. You looked so small, not physically per se, but your eyes clouded with fear were consuming you. You looked genuinely disturbed, Levi could not accept that.

Stepping back over Ruri-chan, Levi crawled in next to you. As he settled on his side he realized the proximity at which the two of were resting. Your faces were inches from one another. He held his breath and waited for something to happen. You shivered and without a thought Levi pulled you in to rest on his chest. He felt his entire soul leave his body. Levi froze in place, unsure of how you would react to his rudeness. When you tangled your legs with his to situate yourself closer to him he choked on the air. He took more shallow breaths and curled his hands into fists. You pulled away a little and gave him a little smile.

“Thank you for letting me stay Levi,” you whispered

“N-no need to thank me, I just ya know didn’t want you to get in trouble. I’ve gotta keep you doing okay, in my own way,” Levi muttered, looking away as you rested your head on his chest again.

Lying there so close you could hear the harsh beating of Levi’s heart, it was honestly quite cute, but it only lasted a little while. It slowed down more and more. You didn’t make it to when he fell asleep though, because his warmth had already lured you asleep. Levi squeezed you a little tighter, relishing in the fact that you had trusted him to see you so vulnerable. He knew that he was going to look out for you for as long as he was able, no matter what.

Bonus:

Levi was always late to breakfast anyways, so Satan followed his usual routine of strolling into Levi’s room to furiously shake him once again. Satan usually held himself together, he wasn’t one to be shocked by things, but this, this was different. He stood over your sleeping forms and pulled out his phone. He took a picture and immediately sent it in the House of Lamentation group chat. He was determined to embarrass the both of you, in particular Levi. Satan smirked as he heard the approaching footsteps. Mammon burst in and stood in the door frame, his mouth agape. Soon after all the others were standing there. One might expect a ruckus, but, instead they all stood speechless. Levi? Really? Beel naively thought nothing of it and shook you both.

“MC, Levi, breakfast, I’ll eat yours if you don’t wake up,” Beel said leaning down towards the two of you.

Levi jumped and sat up quickly, bashing his head against Beel’s. He groaned and fell back on top of you. Leaving you both groaning. You both began to realize what was happening. Levi didn’t know what to do so he hid his face in your chest. It made him blush harder but he was too nervous to raise his head again. You looked up at Beel who was gazing down at the two of you nonchalantly. Levi was refusing to budge.

“Beel, I don’t suppose you could carry the two of us to breakfast? I’ll buy you dinner from Hell’s Kitchen toni-” before you finished the sentence Beelzebub took the two of you and carried you to breakfast and thankfully away from that awkward scene. 

No one spoke of the incident at breakfast until Levi scrolled through his phone and saw the picture in chat. He let out a squeak. All the brother’s took that as an indication that it was time to tease Levi and you. They would probably never let you live this down.