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do you remember the ask you did for the brothers about mc catching them doing something demonic?? could you do that but with the side characters?

Hi hello this is WAY overdue and I am so sorry it's taken this long to get around to it if you're even still around!! But yes, definitely wanted to do a version with the side characters for this. These...got much longer than the previous ones, so please take that as an apology for taking years to get to this.

Previous post referenced can be found here!

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MC accidentally catching the Side Characters being Demonic or Violent

content warning: blood, gore, implied body horror

Note: As before, this is from the perspective of an MC that might just not want to necessarily see all this

DIAVOLO

You were staying the night at the Demon Lord's Castle, exhausted after a long day running around with Diavolo. Despite your exhaustion, you find yourself waking up in the middle of the night — and notice that the Demon Prince is no longer resting beside you. Wondering where he's gone and figuring he must have had something to do, you try and fall back asleep, but to no avail. After some tossing and turning, you decide to get up and take a walk to the garden, hoping that its usual tranquility will help bring back the slumber that now escapes you.

On your way, you hear a distant crash, like glass shattering against stone. Remembering the many stories of how haunted the castle was, a chill creeps down your spine. You know its better to leave it be (just go to the garden, you tell yourself) but your curiosity gets the better of you, as it always does. With careful steps, you make your way down the hall from where you heard the crash, the portraits on the wall watching your every move with morbid glee. Every cell in your body is screaming for you to turn back, and you almost do — until you hear a hysterical laugh swiftly cut off by an agonized yell. A muffled voice soon follows, and you recognize it well.

"Your mistake, like all your predecessors, is mistaking my tolerance for weakness." Diavolo's voice becomes clear as you creep towards an archway, and your heart leaps into your throat at the scene before you. Blood stains the walls, a demon you don't recognize made further unrecognizable by the disfigurement of his flesh, as if it was melting from his bones. "A pity it had to come to this, Guthor. I'll send my regards to your little association." The mockery in the prince's voice is rare to hear, and in a flash the other demon is reduced to nothing but cinders.

"—MC?" Your startled at the sound of your name, and before you can blink you find yourself staring into worried golden eyes. "What are you doing here?! You should be asleep." His four wings fully unfurl, as if to block your view of the gruesome remains. "I…I apologize that you witnessed that." He cups your chin, taking in your unsettled expression. "I'll answer any questions you have, but let's first return to my room, shall we? I'll get you whatever you need."

BARBATOS

Your whole body vibrates as bass, drums, and discordant guitar riffs pour out the speakers at Tartarus Hall, a metal show well underway. It's not the usual environment one would find Barbatos, but you jumped at the chance to accompany him to the show when he cautiously offered. It delighted you to see him outside of the stiffness of his day-to-day duties, and although he still doesn't seem to break too much from his usual statuesque nature, you can certainly tell he's more relaxed.

Eventually deciding to take a break from the rowdy crowd, the two of you make your way to the bar for some much needed refreshments. As Barbatos hands you a drink, you notice something grabs his attention — and an ominous shadow falls over his features. Positioning you safely in a corner by the bar, Barbatos gives you a small smile.

"I'm going to use the restroom, so please stay here until I get back."

You nod and wait patiently, enjoying the music from a distance while sipping your drink, wondering what it was that really captured his attention. After a while, you find yourself with an empty glass and still no Barbatos in sight, so you decide you'll make a quick trip to the restroom yourself. After asking the bartender to let your demon companion know of your whereabouts if he gets back before you do, you make your way through the crowd and down a narrow hall lit with neon signs — and that's when you start to hear it. Screams.

At first, you wonder if its just from the vocalist on stage, but it sounds far closer to you than from the speakers. With a gulp, you cautiously turn a corner and can soon make out a familiar voice, muffled behind a door that isn't quite closed all the way. Peering in, you see Barbatos towering over another, a sharp object in his hand glistening with blood. You stomach twists. "I wish I could have more time with you, but I must return to someone far more important." He sighs, ignoring the other's pleas for mercy. "All you traitors sing the same."

In an instant, the other demon is dead on the floor. Before you can even move to take a step back, you find yourself face-to-face with Barbatos, a gasp leaving your lips as his tail captures your waist and pulls you away from the scene and back to the neon corridor.

"You can't help yourself, can you, dear?" Barbatos scolds, though his gaze softens as he checks you over. "I apologize for leaving you for so long, and for having to witness that. Let's go enjoy the rest of the show for now, shall we?"

SIMEON

It had been some time since your last visit to the human world, so Simeon had decided to gift you with a surprise trip — just the two of you, enjoying all that this coastal city had to offer. There was also a local festival in full swing, which meant dragging Simeon stall to stall to try a variety of food and play some games. You both eventually take a break away from all the festivities to enjoy the sunset, the last rays of the daylight disappearing into the horizon as waves crash on rocks below. You turn to smile at Simeon, but notice that something feels…off. In fact, you had sensed a feeling of tension from him since an encounter earlier that day with a less-than-friendly stranger.

"Simeon? Are you okay? You're not still thinking about that guy, are you?"

"Hm? Oh, yes, I'm sorry." Whatever darkness his eyes held a moment ago disappears, his gaze gentle as he looks to you. "Just a little tired, not to worry. Why don't you go look at some souvenirs," he motions to a cute store a few steps away, "…to bring back for the others, and I'll go fetch us some coffee?"

You agree, though can't quite shake off your concern. Watching from the corner of your eye, you see Simeon wander off before turning into an alley. Leaving the souvenir shopping behind, you decide to follow the angel to see what he's really up to. It's quieter in this part of town, and even quieter in the alley with no cafe in sight. You hear a dull thud and quickly follow the noise, peeking around a corner down another alley — only to freeze at what you saw.

It's a dead-end, and a man is backed up against the brick wall, holding a knife out towards Simeon as if in self-defense. You recognize the man as the one who had harassed you earlier, nearly bruising your arm when he tried to drag you off somewhere. You had managed to shake him off and thought that was the end of it, but Simeon clearly had other ideas.

An ethereal glow emanates from the angel, your eyes beginning to sting as your vision becomes slightly warped. The man opens his mouth as if to scream, but no sound comes out, and he drops his knife to the floor. "You are lucky I am only giving you a warning," Simeon's voice seems to echo, his hand now splayed out across the other's chest. "Reflect on your actions and repent, or next time you won't be so lucky."

A flash of light momentarily blinds you, causing you to stumble back. As you regain a sense of your surroundings, you find your face cupped by gentle hands and your gaze met with bewildered celestial eyes.

"MC! I…I'm sorry. That man continued to follow us throughout the day and was intent on hurting you." His voice is full of worry, his fingers flitting across your body to ensure that you were okay. "You weren't supposed to see that."

"Is he—?" You begin to ask.

"He'll be fine, just…terrified for quite some time." Simeon clears his throat, his features showing relief once he's confirmed you're not harmed. "Let's go get something to eat, okay? Whatever you want."

SOLOMON

The last few weeks had been a whirlwind, filled with various events and obligations that had kept you away from your sorcerer studies with Solomon. Far overdue for a lesson, you were finally getting together tonight to practice a few new complicated spells. You decide to stop by the market to pick up a few snacks, texting Solomon to ask if there's anything he wants. A few minutes pass and he fails to respond, so you give him a quick call, assuming he's probably not paying attention to his DDD.

No answer. You sigh and decide to just get what you know he likes before making your way to Purgatory Hall. Taking the more scenic route, you leisurely walk through one of your favorite parks, going over some of the spells in your head — but your mind begins to wander as you notice that Solomon still hasn't returned your texts or call, even though he should be expecting you later. He was usually quick to respond, especially when it came to his "favorite apprentice", as he so often said. He's probably just deep in one of his books or experiments, you assure yourself, but the slight sense of unease forming in your stomach won't go away.

Then, you sense it. A faint warmth on your hand coming from the sorcerer's ring that Solomon had gifted you. He had recently imbued a spell on both your ring and his to let you know when the other was close, but you still were no where near Purgatory Hall. Rather, the ring was pulling you towards another path that went into the forest.

"Stop, stop! I'm sorry, okay?!" You eventually hear a coarse voice, so you quietly hide behind a tree and peer around to see what's going on, eyes widening at what you find. A demon seems to be brutally bound to the floor, blood seeping from his eyes and mouth as he looks up and pleads to the sorcerer who put him in such a position.

"Coming to your senses after you tried to take away mine?" Solomon answers in a mocking and cold tone. "You should have known better than to try your tricks on me, Pinen." He takes a few steps towards the demon, squatting down to get more to his level. "And," his voice is dangerously low and furious, "…you should have thought twice before trying to threaten my apprentice. Have fun getting out of this one."

The demon opens his mouth to scream, but you blink and he's gone. You blink again and find Solomon before you, his hands gently gripping your shoulders and worry in his eyes, a shadow of guilt on his features. Of course, he must have sensed you were nearby.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to get caught up in this." He glances down and scoops up the bag that you must have dropped at some point. "I'll explain what happened and what I did once we're out of here, okay?"

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Obey me writers who headcanon mammon moving into MC's room first month ily dearly, keep it up

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Liberation

{ft. Mammon}

Part 1 of the Fortification Series  (based on this request)

Trigger Warning: This series contains graphic depictions of various types of abuse, please see specific content warnings for each individual part. 

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, some fluff

Written for a GN!MC, though the partner is written as male. 

WC: ~ 3.2k

Cw: Physical abuse, emotional/verbal abuse, financial abuse, negative self-talk and poor self-esteem, gore/blood, depictions of alcohol use, cigarette smoking, threats of murder, infidelity, swearing

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Note: Though I do have a masters degree in Psychology and clinical training in treating survivors of abuse, I am not your therapist, nor is this fic intended to take the place of professional help. If you are experiencing any type of abuse, please seek support from a professional. Utilize the Victim Connect Resource Center to get connected to the appropriate helpline.

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Hello! I love your stories, I'm a little shy so doing this over anon if that's alright.

I have endometriosis and really bad period pains, fainting, fatigue, etc..

Could you do how the brothers dote on a gn mc with endometriosis or bad period pains? If not all then my top 2 would be Satan or Mammon for this.

Thank you!

Hi Anon! Thanks for requesting <3 I can absolutely do this for you. I used to have wicked periods so I know the feel!

How the Brothers Comfort an MC with Horrid Period Pains

Fandom: Obey me!

Genre: Headcanons, Comfort, light smut

Written for a GN!Mc (no pronouns used), though context indicates Mc has a vagina/uterus.

CW: content has a lot to do with menstruation/periods. Also brief mentions of sex in most of em, but nothing too spicy.

Lucifer

His primary love languages are acts of service and quality time, so he would probably be one of- if not thee- best caretaker when you are experiencing particularly bad pain from menses

Having learned more than his brothers on human anatomy and having learned your particular likes and dislikes, he would know exactly what and how much to get you.

His go-to comfort food/drink items for you would probably be home-made ginger ale, simple broth with bread and butter, and some soothing ice cream/sorbet.

In terms of tactile comfort, be prepared to be wrapped in the most luxurious cashmere robe ever, heating pads at the ready, and gentle lower tummy and back massages

He would not hesitate to buy you tampons/pads from the store. (I've seen folks say he'd been "too prideful" to do something like that but I strongly disagree). He's proud that you're his partner, and that you trust him enough to take care of you. And he has no shame in getting you what you need.

Would play soft music throughout your experience and cast noise canceling spells around his room so his brothers antics won't bother you.

The rest of the time when he's not getting you things or doing things for you, he's right there for whatever you need. Whether it be cuddles, showering with you, helping you adjust your position, or making sure you're able to sleep as peacefully as possible.

He would also be up for any type of sexual gratification you need for pain relief- even if its just getting you off to ease a bit of the pain. Your needs always come first, after all.

Mammon

Mammon would probably have no idea what to do the first time you experienced such excruciating pain from your period

He would do whatever you asked, but you would have to ask him. He def needs to be taught about what human bodies do- especially for uterus havers (and even more so for people with shitty uteruses).

He would probably ask Satan or Lucifer for help in learning how he could better serve you, or he would sheepishly ask you himself.

After he knows what to do, he would probably go deeper into debt bribing his other brothers to do it all for you or ordering things on Akuzon rather than going to the store himself

Not because he doesn't want to help you with those things, but because he doesn't want to leave your side- even for a minute.

He would make his bed the most glorious nest of blankets and pillows that he's stolen from various areas around the house- particularly the high-quality ones Lucifer and Asmo tend to buy

Expect lots of cuddles from him. Like...LOTS. He would also give your lower tummy a massage if your experiencing especially bad pain.

He would love taking a hot bath with you, getting advice from Barbatos or Asmo on bath/body oils that help with pain and tension release.

He would especially love to lean against the basin with you in between his legs, rubbing the oils gently over your tummy and hips

He would probably be afraid to do anything like full on sex with you, but he would be willing to use his hands to give you any relief you need. (And boy is he good at it)

Leviathan

Like Mammon, Levi would probably have a to take a few lessons on human anatomy before he's totally comfortable with what's going on here.

The first time he sees blood in between your legs he probably has a full-on panic attack because he thinks you're dying.

After you explain, he will still be mortified, but he will calm down quite a bit.

As someone who's already anxious as hell around you, it may take him some time before he's okay with physical comfort.

HOWEVER, he does have the most extensive anime plushie/body pillow collection you've ever seen, so he will give you whatever ones you want to snuggle with for comfort.

That isn't to say he wouldn't ever provide physical comfort...he may just need some time to push past the nervousness he feels around you.

He'd probably get a lil embarrassed if you asked him to buy period products for you, but he would still do it after making the task into some sort of imaginary D&D quest lol

He would try to make his bathtub as comfortable as possible, even going so far as to get you special anime pillows and blankets that are exclusively for you, and I mean... if this is an excuse to have you in his room more, he's okay with that.

He probably would try to recreate things he's seen in Anime that help with period pains- like recipes or home remedies.

Expect lots of quality time playing video games and watching anime/movies to distract from your pain.

His bedroom is especially nice to be in because his room generally being darker with softer lighting. It would especially be nice if your pain causes light sensitivity!

Satan

Satan, like Lucifer, would probably already have an extensive knowledge on human anatomy, so he would probably be pretty confident on what to do.

Unlike Lucifer though, he would know a lot more obscure tips and tricks to help with pain- like which foods to eat to help build up your iron levels and which foods to avoid because they dehydrate you; or ways to position your body so the pain isn't as bad; or things that can act as natural pain relievers

He would be ready with methods of relieving constipation as well, as he knows cramps can make bowel movements difficult.

Needless to say, he stocks up on supplies needed and keeps a regular supply in one of the closets in his room that used to be filled with books (since you're the only thing he values more than that, he will find a place to rehome them)

The small daybed by his window is exclusively reserved for you during these times, and he does what he can to make the bed more comfortable. However, he wouldn't blame you if you'd prefer to be cared for in your own room

He would definitely read to you to try to distract from your pain, even accentuating voices of the character dialogs in the books to make you laugh.

He would also be ruthless with his brothers who tried bothering you during this time- even if they just want to help. He doesn't want to risk them stressing you out and making the symptoms worse.

He would give you full body massages, knowing exactly what places to work on gentler or harder to make you feel good.

He would, like Mammon, be a little weary of penetration, but would be more than willing to work on you with his hands if you're needing sexual release.

Asmodeus

King of comfort 100%

He would be better at providing you what you need than any of the best brothers' attributes combined.

He gives the best massages, has the best body care products for numbing/pain relief, has the best atmosphere in his room, and has the softest and most comfortable bed.

Your comfort is his top priority, so be prepared for days of pampering.

He will get you anything you need and more, and will spare no expense to make sure any cravings you have are satiated, but that you're also eating/drinking things that help with the pain!

Asmo would also use a variety of scented candles, incense, and essential oils to help create a soothingly scented atmosphere

He would hesitate to leave your side, often opting to ordering things of Akuzon instead when he ran out of things, but he would still do it for you.

He would pretty much act like he's glued to you- cuddling you 24/7 until you're feeling better.

He would also love more than anything to bath with you, holding you the entire time in line with the "he's glued to you" thing

It goes without saying that any sexual gratification needs you have will be provided for easily. He wouldn't be afraid to do anything and everything to get you off and help you get that release to ease your pain- as long as your okay with him getting off somehow in the process.

Beelzebub

Beel would be very tender and delicate with you already, so expect an extra soft beel during menstruation

He would be wrapped around you most of the time, with the exceptions of getting up to grab food or to get you something for pain.

Overall, he has little knowledge of what you would need right off the bat, but he would learn over time as he spends more and more time with you.

If you are needing anything specific from the store, he would be more than willing to go get it for you, but he would be hesitant to leave your side.

If possible, he will send Lucifer on an errand run while he stays home and comforts you.

He would try to get you to exercise a little bit with him, even if it hurts, because he knows it can help with the cramping.

He wouldn't have you do anything extraneous tho. It would probably be some simple yoga or stretching

He always makes sure your hydrated and he gets you plenty of strength-building foods to help with your fatigue!

He would be hesitant to massage you because he's afraid of his strength and he doesn't want to hurt you, but he would oblige in gentle kneeding of your lower tummy if you ask.

Expect lots of cuddles- even going so far as to use himself as a big ole comfy pillow for you to rest on.

He won't jump on the opportunity of bathing or showering with you, just because he doesn't strike me as someone who'd be way into that and rather sees showers as a purpose of cleaning rather than comfort, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't! If you ask, he'd be more than willing to do that with you.

He would probably stray away from anything sexual with you, just because he wouldn't understand how its supposed to help and he worries about making things worse, but he would get you anything you needed to provide you with self relief, like a vibrating egg.

Belphegor

He would be a bit nervous in helping you at first, just because he's not really sure what to do to help if you're seeking him out specifically

He'd probably go ask Satan for help at first, but once he learns what to do he gains a bit of confidence.

Hes another who will be glued to you 24/7 in a vice grip.

He would refuse to leave your side for a second, and would probably ask Beel to get you anything either of you would need.

He would be more than willing to help you with a bath, but he would be unlikely to get in with you unless you beg him to...not because he doesn't want to, but because he's worried about falling asleep on you.

He would def massage your shoulders while you are in the bath though, and do his best to hit specific points that would help you to sleep easier. He will also stock up on Lavender bath and body oil

His logic is that if you're not awake, you aren't gonna be in pain.

He would do his best to continue paying attention to your needs while you sleep, noticing small signs that the pain is worsening or you're uncomfortable and acting accordingly. Over time, he learns what each of your winces mean and what you need through each one.

While cuddling is a given, this would be one of the rare circumstances where he would force himself to stay awake. He would pay attention to if you need to move positions because you're uncomfortable, or if you need him to massage your tummy or back while you cuddle him.

This is also one of the rare times where he will be of service to anything sexual you would want to do- even if it requires him to do all the work.

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Mammoney the Avatar of Greed 🌟

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Solomon & Asmodeus

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dibujo todo equis de levi y su pejcao (pose altamente basada en una foto de vernon y un pez luna jajkdjkdjk)

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wanted to change his already cute outfit a little(´- ι_-｀)

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Mammon in my style ><

p/s: since he's a model so i tried to make him more model-looking 🏃

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Mammon while clinging to Mc: I hate clingy people. They’re so annoying

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Cuddles. Sad cuddle times.

Dia would find Mc softly crying outside the castlw, sit outside with them and let them sob.

Barbatos would know Mc was crying miles away and appear, tail curling around them and holding them close.

Lucifer would offer Mc something to drink before hugging them and holding them close as long as needed while still doing his work.

Mammon would find Mc curled up in his bed, awkwardly joining in and asking what's going on, he gets no answer so it's soft pets and a night of spooning.

Leviathan would be akward seeing the crying Mc as he opens his door, but he'd let them in, Co rinuing his game as Mc curled up in his bathtub bed, later he'd join, cold and comforting.

Satan would find Mc sobbing in their room, putting the book he planned to read with them away and sitting next to them, not refusing as they crawled into his lap to continue sobbing.

Asmodeus would find Mc munching ice cream late in the evening, surprised it's not beel and about to say tears make you wrinkly, but notices Mcs mood and takes them to his room under the sheets for the rose petal smell and have soft cuddles and face masks.

Beelzebub wouldn't know what to do when he finds Mc sobbing in their room so he brings food and pulls them into a tight lung emptying hug for a while.

Belphie finds Mc in the attic, he's silent, just lays next to them, hugs them and goes to sleep without commenting further.

Solomon finds Mc having fled to cocytus hall, sits next to them "bad day huh?" and pulls them close.

Thirteen finds Mc sad on the roof while trying to find them, surprised you can even get on there, but admitting it's a good crying spot, she hugs Mc from behind, head on their shoulder and remains there until it's alright.

Simeon finds Mc on his balcony crying, it's confusing but he pulls them in and cuddles them in his bed, fixing their hair and wiping away their tears.

Raphael isn't great with humans, especially not ones crying outside his room, but he pets them and sits next to them, freezing up a bit but hugging back when they cling to him.

Mephistopheles is used to buying tears away or being the one to cause them, finding Mc crying in a broomcloset at RAD was weird, but he sighs and joins them, putting them in his jacket and holding them, ensuring the closet is locked.

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Hey there! Can you write about the brothers and a gn!MC who can see the souls of living beings? I imagine it's a spell Solomon taught them, where they have to close their eyes and focus on the person in front of them to see it. But when they open their eyes? They tell the brothers just how beautiful their soul was, with a genuine smile and kind tone, almost in reverence. May or may not offer to draw what they saw lol

Hi there, thank you for requesting! This is a really interesting idea.

See your soul ☆

Solomon taught MC a spell that makes it possible for them to see the brothers's souls. Here's how it goes.

Genre: fluff, gn¡MC, established relationship (separate, not poly).

Lucifer:

☆ The first born brother was known to lock himself up in his study for hours on end, the other housemates not hearing a word from him. In these times you were his beacon of hope, the lighthouse he could follow. So you decided to pay him a visit per your tradition.

He didn't look up from his papers, knowing who had visited him. "Hello MC, I suppose your reasoning for being up this late hour is the same as ever?" he said teasingly, but tenderness did not leave his voice for one word. You only hummed in agreement while making your way to his desk. Upon reaching it, you leaned on the edge.

You watched him carefully, your thoughts occupied with the spell Solomon taught you lately. It made it possible to see the souls of living beings. Choosing to test it out you remembered what your master told you: "Just focus on the chosen person and try to feel their energy, open your inner eyes". You followed his instructions and there it was. His soul was overwhelming in it's regality but..troubled. It seemed obscured by a dark cloud, a heavy burden, something holding back his natural light. Feeling troubled by the supressed shine he never let anyone show you extended your arm to hold it, as if your touch would heal the wound. "Darling MC? What are you doing?" Your eyes snapped open and to your surprise your hand was actually on his chest, right where you wanted to reach. You smilled, not moving an inch. "Your soul...it's beautiful.." he certainly didn't expect to hear this, his eyes widening for a second before softening like they rarely have. He took your hand in his and raised it to his lips, planting a loving kiss on top of it. "I am honored. If it's really how you say then it seems my soul has found a match."

Mammon:

☆ The Avatar of Greed has finished another one of his modeling sessions and was excited to take you out with the money he just earned. More than spending cash on his own bussiness, buying himself shiny jewlery he enjoys doing all of these things for you. So after he came back home he proposed to you with the idea of coming out to town with him for shopping and something to eat. You agreed and soon you were both on your way. You two always had a great time together, your presence alone being the only thing making the dullest things fun.

You finished the night with a long car ride where you accidentally fell asleep. Mammon didn't seem to care that much because when you opened your eyes you found yourself tugged in a blanket, the car stopped somewhere on the hill. "Sorry...how long did I sleep?" you said, rubbing your eyes. "Uhh not more than 20 minutes, why?" You looked around, the area around you was stunning, with a forest on the right and the bright city of Devildom shining not too far away in distance. You don't know why but a spell you recently learned came to your mind and you'd be damned if you didn't use the opportunity you have right now. In order to see Mammon's soul you had to close your eyes and because of that, he thought you had fallen asleep again. He tried nudging you awake but you took his hand and only shushed him briefly. There it was. Glowing, golden and despite all he's been through, still so pure and comforting. "Well...tell me one thing more beatiful than this view" you teased, smile on your face. He reciprocated the expression "..You!" he said, trying to cover up his blush with his glasses. You laughed and gently pulled them up from his face. "I was thinking your soul" your voice was so gentle and loving and the comment so wholesome that you could've sworn you saw him tear up a little. He hugged you "..but ya gotta admit you come pretty close don't ya treasure".

Leviathan:

☆ You and Levi were in the middle of your game nights that happened every 2 days or so. Your boyfriend was recently locked in a fantasy rpg game and you were now helping him choose a team for his traveler. You went on a long discussion about which warriors or wizards would go well with Leviathan's MC and had quite a lot of fun while doing so. Now all you had left was the last companion and as it turned out, it was a really tough call. You had to pick between an renowned knight and a healer mage. "Sooo, this one has some pretty sick fighting skills which would he beneficial for my team. Buuut on the other hand, she's a healer, and I don't have one. PLUS she can see souls so she's really an expert in her domain" as Levi was ranting, an idea came to your mind. The mage has reminded you of a spell you recently practiced with Solomon.

To see people's souls is not an easy move to do but your power allowed you to pull of that spell. "How about this, I'll perform a quick spell and I'll give you my answer on which characer will be better. Deal?" He looked at you, eyes full of curiosity but also a bit of concern. A spell?? You smiled and took his hands in yours, he was about to stutter out a question but you closed you eyes and he couldn't help but watch with curioisity. His soul was so unique, very different from the others you've seen. It was repressed by his deeply rooted fear of judgement but no less gorgerous. Masked behind all that insecurity and uncertainty it was welcoming. Just the right kind of vibe for a healer.

"The Mage's perfect for your team Levi." You said opening your eyes. "H-how do you know??" He asked shyly. You squeezed his hands lightly and smiled even wider than before "Your soul matches the character. In my opinion at least, it's beautiful!". The color of Levi's face was becoming more red by the second and when he finally snaped out of it he gently separated his hands from yours. "The mage it is, MC."

Satan:

☆ One of your and Satan's favorite activities was learning and practicing new spells. He wasn't a sorcerer and not all power was avaliable to him sure but like you but he still enjoyed magic, after all knowledge is power. This way he could also help you become better, you'd have two practicing partners, not just one. You were now chilling in a library, having a conversation about a spell Solomon taught you lately. More precisely one that makes it possible for you to see someone's soul. The place was already closed for the night, the lights now dim and the ambient somehow even more quiet than usual.

"So, would you mind testing it on me? I'm curious on how my soul looks..though you don't have to do it I know it'll probably be unpleasant.." he fiddled his fingers around the bookmark he was holding, avoiding your gaze. He was curious but the fear of making you uncomfortable was holding him back. "Hey..no don't say that. We can try, I can always stop the spell." You stood up from your seat and patted him gently on the head. Closing your eyes you focused on the instructions your teacher has given you previously. Once you could see his soul you couldn't help but feel...pity. It wasn't unpleasant, it was amazing, passionate and full of depth. But despite all those things, there was a hidden saddness in it, the type that aches the heart. Satan must've noticed this because he quickly shrugged away from your touch. "I knew it." he furrowed his eyebrows. "No no it's not what you think. Your soul is so beautiful but so wounded. I felt it, I understood it." Satan blushed deep. And he made you tell him in detail what you saw after using the spell.

Asmodeus:

☆ It seems Asmo did not have a good day today because when he came home he bolted straight to his room, not bothering speaking to anyone. You noticed of course, how could you not recognize one of your partner's most common sulking symptoms. So, after dinner (which he didn't show up to) you went to his room to confront and comfort him like you used to. No matter what people thought, Asmodeus's confidence wasn't so unwavering and he was quick to take offense. You knocked on his door but didn't wait for an answer knowing you didn't need one with him.

The room was almost complitely dark, lit only by the vanity and the candles on the table. Asmodeus was present in the form of a bulge under his sheets. You approached him and sat at the edge of the bed. "Soooo what's up love?" you started, resting a hand on his shoulder. As soon as he felt your touch he sprung out from the blankets and lept into your lap. "Oh MC! These demons are so rude, so cruel! Tell me, why does a person as stunning and successful as me has to deal with them??!" He ranted. You sighed and started lightly brushing his hair, fingers combing through his champagne hair. "What did they do now?" you asked gently. Asmodeus wouldn't give you a response but you didn't pry. You just kept caressing him, hoping he would open up soon enough. After a couple minutes he started talking "They said that all there is to me is my beauty. That I'm good for nothing but flirting and pleasure, they said I was boring!" Your heart ached at his words. You stopped your affection now cupping his face. "Asmo." You said in a stern but loving voice "Listen to me, you do not listen to these pathetic excuses for a demon. These are lies said by people who don't even know you! But I know you and I can say you are beautifull on the outside" he tried interrupting you but you draped your thumb over his lips "and on the inside. Come on, let me prove it to you" you closed your eyes and gathered all your focus on performing the spell Solomon taught you. Asmo's soul was breathtaking. It was shiny beyond measure, so unique and creative. It was like a piece of art made by the most renowned painter. You opened your eyes to you lover's confused face "What did you do?" he asked. "I saw your soul. Solomon taught me a spell. It's more beatiful than any jewel I've ever seen, I was right." He squealed and propped himself up to pepper your face with kisses all over. "Oh, MC. You always say and do the best things, you know?"

Beelzebub:

☆ Beelzebub was not one to practice magic with you as he himself was not really interested in that kind of stuff. He loved seeing you do it, yes but to actually participate was rare of him. You had just came back home from your post class lesson with Solomon. Today he taught you a spell that you found particulary interesting. The only problem was, you didn't manage to pull it of then and you were rather worried about it. You were a very ambicious person and seeing a simple spell just turn it's back on you made your mood grumpy. Beel noticed that when at dinner you were especially brutal to the food with your knife and fork. He could sense that you were angry and frustrated and perhaps even a little bit sad but he couldn't quite put a finger on what had you so agitated. In the evening he decided to visit your room to find out what's going on. You were sitting by your desk when he came in, studying the same spell you failed many times today.

"What's that?" He asked approaching you, putting his hands on your shoulders. "Uh it's a spell I've been...practicing today. But it didn't work out, I couldn't do it so now I'm trying to get a grip of it". He looked at the book you were studying. "Do you..need some help? I know I don't do this often but.." you turned around and smiled at him, nodding slightly. You moved to your bed so you could have a bit more space and comfort. You tried the spell again, another fail. Your boyfriend could see that you were getting nowhere with this mood. "Sh be calm MC, I think what you need is the right approach" saying that, he took your hands in his and squeezed them. "Try again" he was almost demanding. You could see he really wanted to see your success. You tried again as he said, this time it worked. His soul was very inviting, warm. It burned with passion and love but one thing got you nervous. Particulary a void in the middle of it. It was almost consuming your happiness that came with the spell being performed efficiently. You broke away from the spell and before Beel could say anything you hugged him tight, face nuzzling into his neck. "See, I knew you could do it".

Belphegor:

☆ You and Belphie watched stars together. Like a lot. It was your escape from the daily chaos, a quiet place where you could both be yourselves and nobody judged you for it. You were laying on the mattress in the planetarium, your lover telling you stories about the constellations. He had a whole collection of them and he always surprised you with telling you another one that you haven't heard yet. The Devildom sky was similiar to the human world but the view on the stars wasn't obscured by the air pollution and there was something so comforting about it. It felt very nostalgic, like you were always meant to see this. If there was one thing Belphie could've stopped his sin for, it was you. When you spent time together, he rarely fell asleep before you, holding on a little longer just so he could watch your sleeping face and make sure your dreams are pleasant.

Watching the stars you somehow remembered a spell that your master taught you. It was a soul seeing spell and you didn't know why you thought of it now, maybe because you associated him with the night sky so much. "Hey Belphie? Can I...try out a spell I've been practicing??" he looked at you, full of curiocity. "..sure. Do what you must." You smiled and took his hand in yours, it was easier this way. Belphegor's soul was infact not that much different from the starry sky. It was dark and mysterious, almost eerie but above all calm. You could see signs of suffering in it but it wasn't a raging storm anymore. It gave you a strange sense of comfort and safety. You opened your eyes, your gaze shifting upwards yet again "It's beautiful, kinda like this." you said pointing to the sky. He chuckled at your cute action "what is MC?"

"Your soul" Your words had clearly stunned him for he did not say anything, only scooting closer to you and burrying his head in your chest. "It's nice to hear that, though I can't say I wouldn't like to see your soul too.."

It's donneeee, I'm sooo sorry I it took me so longg💔

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Leviathan waved the screen of his DDD in front of your face. He had finally achieved an impressive full rhythm combo in extreme hell mode. Twinkling particle effects and triumphant background music accompanied this feat.

"It was only a matter of time," he gloated. "I knew if I kept at it, I'd get the perfect combo eventually. I actually have, like, really good reflexes, you know? Probably some of the best in existence. They didn't promote me to admiral for noth-- aah!!"

The boasting was interrupted when Beelzebub walked up and swatted him in the forehead. While Beelzebub looked calm, a flood of emotions washed over Leviathan's face. Hurt, betrayal, anger, panic, and above all, confusion.

"What was that for!?" he yelled, rubbing at the red bump just starting to swell under his bangs.

"I was testing your reflexes," Beelzebub said. "You said they were fast."

Leviathan scoffed. "Well, I wasn't ready! I was too distracted by my full combo to really notice... A-anyway! I know I favor RPGs, but just so you know, I'm also pretty high ranking when it comes to FPS games. So I know I can handle-"

Beelzebub smacked his brother in the shoulder. Straight-on, in full view. Leviathan did not dodge. He stayed completely still and only moved once the blow had already striked his shoulder. He stared at his younger brother in disapproval with wide eyes and a deep frown.

"Beel. What gives?"

"Levi, your reflexes suck," Beelzebub observed.

Leviathan growled, "I just wasn't in the zone, ok!? If you had gotten a full combo on extreme hell mode, I know you'd be open to attacks, too!"

"No, I'm pretty sure you just suck. My reflexes are way better."

"Please don't fight," you sighed. "You both have great reflexes for different situations."

"Mine are better," Beelzebub said at the same time Leviathan insisted, "Mine are the best!"

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Cleithrophobia: the fear of being trapped

Characters: Belphie x gn!reader, Mammon and Asmo

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A/N: if the ending feels rushed it's because I was running out of time and I couldn't leave it for another moment. I'm sorry.

Prompts used: Caught staring at crush + Still awake talking to crush because of nightmare

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The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the suffocating air trapped inside the room.

It was dense, hot and heavy, and filled with the well-known stench of your own sweat mixed with yours and the brothers’ perfumes and colognes.

The scent of home and its familiarity would’ve been comforting otherwise, but you had a pounding headache that made every movement hurt, and right at that moment you wanted nothing but to cease existing and float on cotton candy clouds up in the sky.

Groaning and tossing around, you thought about ignoring the smell and going back to slumber. Your eyelids felt as heavy as concrete; surely it wouldn’t take too long, right?

But, sadly, as time went by and a distant clock ticked the seconds away, you soon realized how wrong you were in your assumptions. Not only did sleep evade you for what felt like hours, but your brain managed to give you enough energy and cognitive function to keep your eyes open and relentlessly stare into the darkness for that same amount of time. Slowly, your vision got used to the lack of light and started to differentiate each piece of furniture: the perennial leaves hanging over your head, the intricate designs on the Turkish rug, the worn-out corners of the shutters… Silvery thin threads of moonlight entered through the spaces between each wooden plank, and it wasn’t until then that it downed on you that someone must have closed the windows while you were asleep.

It wasn’t like you could blame any of the brothers, though.

You’d gone to bed earlier than anyone else, shivering like a new-born fawn and borderline delirious, mistaking the gargoyles and the skulls on the walls for real living creatures and believing the portraits to follow your every move. The last thing you remembered was seeing Beel’s back as he carried you to your room on his shoulder.

You understood the barrier between ventilating your room and cooling it down too much was a fragile one.

Whether you caught a fever or food intoxication from part the Devildom’s eccentric cuisine, you weren’t sure, but it seemed the worst part was already gone. Your joints didn’t ache anymore as you threw the drenched bedsheets away from you and neither did your internal organs when you sat up and placed your feet on the floor.

Thankfully, the hardwood chilled you a little bit, although it still took you a couple of minutes of deep breaths and convincing before you finally found the strength to get up.

Perhaps a walk through the empty corridors of the house could quiet your thoughts and help your body relax.

You never got any chance to do it, anyway: exploring on your own without a tall, demanding demon trailing behind; and while you appreciated your friends and their enthusiasm upon hanging out, you still appreciated your alone time. Besides, once you knew that nothing more powerful than your roommates roamed the halls, you finally found yourself able to walk around freely without fearing anything else.

And yet, your heart stopped and your breath hitched when a door creaked nearby.

Quickly, and maybe too much for your current health, your mind thought about every single brother and their possible whereabouts.

White Day was close, so Lucifer was in his office, thinking about damage prevention methods that would avoid the destruction of the entirety of RAD and its student body; you knew Levi was in his room because he had been talking non-stop about some event that took place in the middle of the night due to different time zones; and Satan had been glued to a new book series for days, so he had to be either in his room or in the library. You hadn’t seen Beel in the kitchen when you left your room, thanks to you barely eating your dinner plate and offering it to him, and Belphie wouldn’t go anywhere that didn’t have a bed in the middle of the night.

A deep sigh full of relieve escaped you when you thought about the remaining brothers.

Mammon and Asmo were the two most capable of sneaking out to go partying and coming back while everyone else was tucked in or too tired to care.

The only one that could say anything about it was Lucifer, but you really doubted he had the proper time to get mad at his younger brothers; which was probably the reason why they went out in the first place.

So, shoeless, dragging your feet to not make any type of noise, you walked towards the main entrance and waited in the darkness for them to appear.

Thankfully for your ill-intent, the fireplace was out and nothing but their supernatural nocturnal vision was there to help them see you.

Mammon entered first, showing once again how good of an older brother he was by being somewhat sober and dragging a plastered Asmo behind him. They were both wearing fashionable clothes, except Mammon’s seemed the most comfortable; as far as you could see, Asmo’s outfit was barely a bunch of intricately tied strings with strategically sewn sequins. They both smelled like candy and fruit, what you tasted each time you drank Demonus, and a bit of the Devildom’s version of tobacco.

All in all, it looked like they had a good time.

You heard Asmo mumble something before giggling uncontrollably, and Mammon shushed him softly. You could hear a smile in his tone.

A sharp pang of guilt went right past trough you, and, suddenly, you found yourself too fond of them to scare them for no good reason.

Although one could argue that scaring Mammon in the middle of the night was a good reason, but never mind.

Perhaps for another time.

“Hey guys” you whispered into the night, trying to sound soft and non-threatening.

It was useless.

A high-pitched yelp escaped Mammon, who jumped in place and let Asmo fall to the ground. The younger demon dropped like a sack of potatoes, making you wince at the noise, and barely let out a groan before slowly lifting his head and looking at his brother with teary eyes.

“That hurt a lot” he whimpered, words slurring together as he clumsily checked his face in search of injuries. Then, he looked up at you and let out a sob. “Am I still beautiful, MC?”

“You look amazing” you answered truthfully, crouching as slow as possible to not nauseate yourself again.

Asmo’s face was warm between your hands, and covered in sweat, glitter and different types of lipstick that already told the story of their night better than any of them could ever do in the morning.

“Yeah, right” chuckled Mammon, sitting on his knees right by your side and looking at the Avatar of Lust with a poor-hidden smirk. “Like a doll at an after party”

You punched his arm in response, but it obviously didn’t hurt him. He just swayed a little before sticking his tongue in your direction.

“He could look worse” he snickered, catching Asmo’s attention and making him imitate your sitting position.

“What do you mean…?” Asmo cried, frantically tracing the shape of his face. “Do I look bad?? Don’t look at me, MC!”

His wailing echoed inside the living room’s walls. You watched with pity as tears streamed down his face, destroying his makeup before landing on the sparkly skin of his exposed chest.

“Is my face broken? Of course it is! Why else would you look at me like that?”

A giggle came out of you before you could avoid it, and Mammon sighed, rolling his eyes before grabbing his brother by the armpits to lift him up.

“Shut it down, you idiot” he mumbled without malice. “You’re fine… Your skin’s just a little red in the face, that’s all”

But that just made Asmo cry harder. Mammon cringed at the loud noise before looking at you with urgency.

“I swear you look good” you reiterated, pointedly looking at his outfit with appreciation to distract him from his non-existent broken face, to no avail. “Your body looks hot and your face looks adorable. You look like a… erm… vision from another realm…?”

The sobbing subdued, and Mammon stared at you in silent stupor, eyebrows raised and mouth agape at your words.

“From another realm?” he repeated, incredulous.

“What, like I’m wrong?” you whispered in return, shrugging and frowning in confusion. “He’s from another realm. He looks good…”

“He’s asleep”

His interruption left you speechless, words disappearing in the air and hands hanging in the middle of nothing as your enumeration lost its meaning.

Sure enough, Asmo had found a secure place in his brother’s shoulder to pass out and lose consciousness. Although covered in tears, his face showed nothing but bliss, and his knees were close to giving up. If it weren’t for Mammon’s arm around his waist, the younger demon would fall hard a second time.

Giggling, you watched as he sighed again and rolled his eyes as hard as possible, bending down to move Asmo’s entire body and place it on top on both of his shoulders. Thankfully, the Avatar of Lust didn’t weight very much. Unfortunately, his mini skirt had risen up and now everything was visible.

“Not a very refine way of carrying him” you muttered between your teeth, looking away to avoid the view and give him some privacy, although a part of you suspected he’d be excited about the accidental exposure.

“Who’s gonna tell him?” Mammon shrugged, placing him better to be more comfortable. Then, he moved a hand and signalled to the hallway, inviting you to walk beside him. You pointedly chose to walk where Asmo’s head was. “What are you doing out of bed, anyway? Are you feeling better?”

You pursed your lips, unsure of what to say.

Whatever illness that left you out of commission earlier in the night had been definitely reduced, but you still felt heavy and slow, and your skin was sticky under layers of feverish sweat. And if that weren’t enough, if you moved your head too fast, your eyes would follow two seconds too late, and you felt like your brain was ignoring at least half of the signals it was receiving.

But he didn’t need to know that.

“I feel better” you said in the end, knowing he would only partially believe you.

“Whatever you say…” he chuckled humourlessly, proving your point. “You should be resting, though. You didn’t look too good”

You hummed in agreement, but something in his tone didn’t let his words get out of your head.

Still, you chose to stay silent as the both of you walked up the stairs towards Asmo’s room.

Thankfully, you didn’t feel like you were being observed by the portraits anymore, but the memories of those delusions were fresh and strong. It was the same as the suffocating air that woke you up in your bed, a non-consensual hug that left you with no sense of direction and no sense of security. Each eye was predatory and you were the prey.

By the time you all got home from RAD you were perfectly fine, but when dinner started a couple of hours later, you were quivering in fear and mumbling nonsense.

So, perhaps, ‘too good’ was just a nice way to say it.

“I’m sorry I made you guys worry” you finally whispered as he tucked Asmo in his bed.

He, without a doubt, would make a scene on the morning once he’d wake up with all that makeup and wrinkly clothes, but Mammon didn’t seem to care. Instead, he put an arm over your shoulders and guided you outside, softly closing the door after you.

Lucifer’s office light was off.

“Well, we were… But I’m glad your fine again” he said with a slightly reprimanding cadence in his voice, making quotation marks in the air.

You couldn’t help but giggle in response, feeling only a small twinge of guilt.

“I’ll go back to sleep eventually” you reassured him, hugging his waist in return as you went down the stairs again. “I just wanted to move a little, you know? Breathe some fresh air. Someone closed my windows while I was asleep and the room got too hot”

“Yeah, that was Belphie”

Huh?

“Belphie?”

“Yeah, he was worried sick about you. I mean, can you blame him? He…”

His breath hitched and he closed his mouth.

You waited for him to continue, even stopping in the middle of the stairs to catch his attention, but Mammon just grabbed your waist harder and made you walk the rest of the way.

What did he mean? What did his silence mean?

Belphie hadn’t been particularly vocal about your safety the night prior. Sure, he’d shown his concern, checking your temperature and choosing to sit by your side instead of Beel’s at the table, but he hadn’t said anything outside the ordinary.

Not like you could tell, anyway.

Wait…

Had Belphie said anything while they were having dinner? Had you been too out of it to realize?

“He what?” you asked Mammon, trying to pinch his side as annoyingly as possible.

“Ow-! Hey!”

“What happened with Belphie? Did he say something?”  

“No, he didn’t!” he complained, swatting your hands away. A deep feeling of disappointment rooted deep in your heart, and you tried not to act on it, but you could notice your face twisting from the sourness. Mammon observed you with pity before talking again, looking tired and just the tiniest bit amused. “That’s the thing: he didn’t say anything. He shut down”

He waited for you to answer, or do anything in general, but you stayed still on your place, face neutral as your mind rummaged through every memory.

The brothers were very predictable when it came down to you. Lucifer was stern, caring in his way; Mammon didn’t like to show how much he worried; Levi feared something permanent would happen; Satan was the first to search for the solution; Asmo was dramatic in his affections; and Beel never wanted to leave your side for long. Belphie, though… Belphie always showed he care, but you knew he acted in compensation.

Out of everyone in the Devildom, he had been the one to hurt you the most, both physically and mentally, and while the broken bones and bruises had healed without any problem as time went by, the internal injuries had needed much more to fade away, with some even staying with you deep in your subconscious.

He had lied to you, taken advantage of your good will and your trust, and betrayed you. Laughed over your dying corpse and then acted like nothing happened while seeking your companionship.

It had taken a lot of time and deep and emotional conversations before you could even consider him a friend. Thankfully, your shared moments after that had felt more genuine and intimate, ultimately nurturing a crush on him, but you were able to tell each time he acted “extra nice” to compensate for the times he severed your trust in him.

The night before, while you were staring at your plate with poorly hidden disgust and your body swaying in nausea and paranoid fear, he’d grabbed your hand without saying anything, and you’d guessed he’d wanted to offer his presence as the ultimate comfort.

Because that’s what he did.

You knew he worried and care, but the way he showed it had a hidden meaning.

Whether it was because he still felt bad or because he wanted you to feel better about him, you didn’t know.

And thinking about it gave you a serious headache.

“Look, MC” murmured Mammon, his voice raspy in the darkness of the night. “If you’re really feeling better and you want to take a walk, then you should check on him. He was worried about you”

“Beel was worried about me” you refuted, suddenly quieter than ever. “Should I check on him too?”

“I don’t know” he crossed his arms, looking at you pointedly. A classic older brother stance “Are you in love with Beel?”

You gasped, not expecting him to say it out loud.

Of course he knew; he was your best friend! But you’d never expressed your feelings out loud. Not only weren’t you sure about them, in the sense that you didn’t know if they were a good idea, but Belphie and Mammon were brothers. Not acquaintances or friends, but demons that grew up together and lived as such. If you tampered one friendship with a love confession, would it alter the other?

“Shut up!” you groaned in a whisper, leaping to cover his mouth, but he was smiling under your hand. “Oh my God, you’re so annoying”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever…” he chuckled, stepping away to disappear in the darkness of his room. However, just before he closed the door, he turned around and looked at you with a gentle expression. “He’s in the attic. At least… try to talk to him. And if something bad happens, you call me, okay?”

Something bad.

A curious choice of words.

Still, you nodded nervously and awkwardly waved your hand.

“Good night, Mammon”

“Good night, MC”

The silence after his door closed didn’t feel as threatening as you feared, yet your heart still hammered against your ribs.

There were no monsters in the house. No danger to be afraid of. When you turned around to walk up the stairs a second time, the portraits fused with the darkness, and the skulls grins morphed into what they really were: an open jaw holding an extinguished candle. The breeze of the night coming from the open windows in the hallway caressed your skin, bringing the sweet smell of nature from outside, and you finally found yourself strong enough to speed up and even jump a couple of steps.

For the first time in the whole night, you were cold.

The sight of the attic was a comforting one, and when you pushed the metal bars to open the door and saw a breathing lump over the bed, your heartbeat sped up in trepidation.

A small movement caught your attention as you moved closer: Belphie’s tail peeking from under the blanket, swaying side to side. You pondered covering him completely before finally deciding not to; if he were uncomfortable, he would’ve solved it by now.

Slowly, trying not to wake him up, you sat on an empty space and carefully peeled the bedsheet away from his face. Half of it was buried deep into the pillow and part of his hair covered his visible eye. His mouth was open, letting out soft snores that died before turning into something too loud, and his limps were sprawled across the whole bed.

It was a miracle you had found a spot to sit on.

Moments passed relatively peacefully as you watched him in his sleep, your heart settling down rather poorly; your hands felt tingly, twitching with excitement, and your breaths were shaky and irregular.

It wasn’t until you saw his frown that you actually relaxed a little bit.

Was he having a nightmare?

Cautiously, you bent down, moving closer to inspect his face better and give a sense to his previously non-existent mumbling. With trembling fingers and holding the air inside your lungs, you pushed away the strands of hair from his face.

His eye was open.

“Holy-!”

“MC…?”

He leaped forwards just as you started falling off the bed, grabbing your hand in time to not let you hit the ground and pulling you towards him with urgency. Your bodies collided, taking the air out of each other, and you both groaned in unison as the ache travelled through your bodies and eventually faded away.

“What are you doing here?” he moaned painfully, rubbing his jaw with a wince.

At the same time, you were whining and rubbing your forehead.

Now you understood Asmo.

“I wanted to talk to you, but now I’m, like, seriously regretting it…” another groan interrupted your sentence while you curled in a ball.

Belphie sat up against the headboard, looking down at you with a frown, but he didn’t look angry or irritated.

There was an urgency in his eyes.

He was worried!

“Are you okay?” he asked, rather frantically, grabbing your shoulder to catch your attention. “Did I hurt you? How are you feeling?”

Did he think he worsened your illness? A wave of sympathy ran through you, helping you sat up beside him and pushing you to grab his hand and draw circles on his skin. He was pale, veins sticking out and begging to be traced with your finger.

You forced yourself to not do that.

“I’m better” you told him softly.

His gaze softened, immediately showing relief at your words, and you felt a sudden need to cradle his face and just… absorb him somehow.

“How are you?” you asked instead, fighting to not move an inch of your body and startle him. He lifted his eyebrows in surprised, so you continued talking. “You were having a nightmare, right? Are you okay?”

Belphie chuckled, but there was no humour in the sound. The smile he’d shown you just a second ago disappeared in a disappointed expression, and his hair once again covered his eyes as he let his head hang low.

“It was a bad memory” he shrugged, turning his hand around to hold yours. Your heartbeat jumped to your throat, and you were sure he could hear you losing your mind, but he didn’t show any signs of it. “Nothing to worry about, MC”

A couple of seconds passed in silence, and none of you moved.

“Are you sure?”

He smiled again, this time more genuinely, before sliding his body deeper into the bed and letting his head fall on your shoulder. His hair tickled your chin, but you didn’t move a muscle. The tip of his nails felt nice against the skin of your hands.

“You left the door open” he noticed, and a part of you wanted to rush and apologize, but he didn’t seem mad about it.

Again, he sounded relieved.

Something in your mind latched onto his tone.

“You closed my window” you said in return, hesitantly. “I like it better when it’s open”

He hummed, nodded lightly and let go of your hand. You didn’t even have time to feel sad about it before he grabbed your waist and pulled you to his level.

“I’ll keep it in mind for next time”

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