#as Satan’s washcloth

[acuaticamber06]

Flannel sheets are a lie!

They lure you in with cute polar bears and soft, fuzzy textures and give you juuuuuust enough time laying on them to make you drop your guard… then BAM! SWEAT! BUCKETS OF SWEAT!

Breathable, the descriptions say? Where?!? Where does it breathe?!? Because I had a fan pointed directly at my body and never felt a whisper of the air it was moving!

My hair kept getting caught in the pillow and my face felt like it was laying on a towel and god forbid I try to roll over in bed because according to flannel that’s now an Olympic sport with all of the resistance the material is providing, never mind the fact that I ditched the pajamas in a lame attempt at not having to change the sheets! WHY IS IT SO GRIPPY ON BARE SKIN?!? SOMEONE EXPLAIN!!

You don’t actually have to explain. I know the material traps air to keep you warmer, like a comforter traps air in it’s puffy pockets. That’s fine. That’s what it was designed to do. But if that’s what it’s designed to do THEN DON’T ADVERTISE IT AS BREATHABLE!!!!

Sure, maybe it’s breathable if nothing else is on the bed, but it’s JANUARY. Winter is upon us and I can’t exist in a house with no blankets in January without decimating my heating bill!

I gave up after an hour. Got up, went upstairs, got the cotton sheets out of the clean laundry basket, came back down, and changed them.

Now to convince myself that I’m just warm from moving around and not that my skin has been exfoliated by Satan’s washcloth.

[zephyrchama]

Living together in a big house with one (main) (shared) bathroom means that mornings can be tough.

When you first arrived at the House of Lamentation, it was hard to fit in. It was really hard to get into the bathroom in the mornings and fight six demons for use of the sink. If more than two others were in there at the same time, they practically formed a living wall that blocked you out, forcing you to wake up extremely early or risk being late for school.

That got better over time though. You gradually managed to fit into the house's morning routine.

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Lucifer has his morning routine down to an exact science. Usually he's fully dressed and has his hair brushed before leaving the bedroom. He might be running on pure muscle memory though - one time you handed him a warm washcloth for his face and he just stared at it in confusion for several seconds with a furrowed brow. He has no problems getting it himself, but this break in routine gave him pause. It took Lucifer a moment to realize what it was and to thank you.

If you get the chance to eat breakfast together, Lucifer likes to ask about your day. "What do you have planned? Remember, we have that meeting at five. Did you prepare for the ancient hex exam?" He might slide a bit of his food onto your plate before he goes, a way of returning the pleasant energy boost you always provide for him.

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Mammon can hustle. Which means that Mammon can get up early if it benefits him in some way. A part time job, an early bird discount, a chance to slip past Lucifer's defenses and borrow some cash.

That doesn't mean it's easy. Waking up takes some serious effort. Mammon will stumble into the bathroom to do his business first thing in the morning, yawning with his eyes half closed and tugging up whatever pants he just tossed on for modesty.

The tsundere part of his brain takes a few minutes to kick in if he's just woken up. If he spots you, Mammon will demand a good morning hug and wrap his arms around you, deaf to your cries of "Mammon! Go wash your hands before you touch me!"

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Leviathan is always groaning in the morning. He's probably not aware of it. He's probably muttering complaints but is too tired to actually speak the words properly. His blankets are always a tangled mess, wrapped unevenly around his feet and contorted around his body, but Leviathan can easily Houdini his way out of them when it's time to get up. If there's no event or livestream to wake up early for, he'll sleep in for as long as he can before starting the day with a nice shower.

He finds warm running water to feel so pleasant and you can often find Leviathan spacing out next to the faucet. He'll greet you with a sleepy "ah, morning," and accidentally splash you in an attempt to wave his hand. The embarrassment and slight panic from getting you a towel to dry off with is usually enough to properly wake him up, and he sheepishly exits the bathroom and guards the door until you've finished changing into dry clothes.

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Satan can hardly even put his shirt on properly when fully awake.

The man's a sleepy mess when he tries to get dressed in the morning. He'll stay up all night to finish a book he's invested in, then stumble out of his room "ready to go" when it's time for breakfast. His pants are unzipped and the button is coming undone. He's only got one sleeve on and it's on the wrong arm, or the buttons on his shirt are all misaligned and half have been skipped over.

He doesn't protest anymore when you tidy him up. Some mornings he'll doze off while you straighten his tie and fall forward into you, then try to play it off as a hug. Satan doesn't want to let go though, you feel so much warmer on a chilly morning.

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Asmodeus is a rare morning riser. Too much sleep is bad for the skin, he claims. If he has trouble getting up, he'll either go soak in his private tub for energy or seek you out.

"You have to hear what happened last night," he'll say, strolling into your room while there's still ten minutes left on your alarm. He sits on the edge of your bed, and if you try falling back asleep he pulls you up into a sitting position. "Listen to this, you won't believe it!"

Asmodeus isn't afraid to get touchy if it means you'll wake up faster and he gets your attention. He'll sit you in his lap, or press you against his side, or run his hands down your face and squish your cheeks with a mischievous smile.

When the main bathroom is too crowded to use you're free to borrow his, with the caveat he gets to style you for the day and you might be late when he gets overzealous.

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Beelzebub can also be found awake in the mornings. The quiet hours before everyone else wakes up are best for stretching, taking jogs, and grabbing a pre-breakfast appetizer. He'll get spooked if he hears footsteps approach the kitchen and slam the fridge door shut in a hurry, but all is well when he sees you enter the room instead of Lucifer.

Beelzebub is a big guy who takes up a lot of space. When you run into each other in the bathroom and are rushing to get ready, it's easy to bump into him. On days he's still pretty tired, he might not even notice you bonk your head against his arm. That's fine though - you don't want him to notice you until he's brushed his teeth. After all, Beelzebub's morning breath is a potent magical weapon.

If you need the bathroom sink while he occupies it, Beelzebub is kind enough to nudge you in front of him (once you've confirmed his mouth is minty fresh). You both get to use the mirror this way, and you can both see each other's smiling faces.

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Belphegor is the king of oversleeping. The powers of you and his twin combined are hardly enough on some days, but mostly the responsibility of waking him falls to you. You quickly learned it's best to wake him from behind his head, if you can manage to maneuver your way into a suitable spot to do so. Anywhere his limbs can easily grab you will result in being pulled into bed. He's like a sleeping kraken.

You suspect that Belphegor wakes up easier than he lets on, but he feigns ignorance. He insists he was totally fast asleep when you struggled to physically drag him down the hallway towards the bathroom, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso with all your strength. And when he clung on to your waist and nuzzled his head into your stomach. And when Beel came to help free you from Belphegor's clutches, but he rolled you under him and muttered "mine now."

Definitely fast asleep, doesn't remember a single thing.

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

satan who uses nipple clamps on you but after your nipples are so sensitive and sore that he needs to massage them before you go to bed

NSFW, MDNI, 18+, Dom top Satan, sub bottom reader, gender neutral, no genitalia mentioned, reader has nipples, racially ambiguous, nipple sucking, nipple clamps, aftercare

Your sweaty body practically clung to his sheets. Your arms sprawled out by your head as Satan slipped his cock out of your abused hole. His seed dribbled out of your spent body which he gladly scooped back up and fingered back into you. You whined at the overstimulation but Satan only chuckled while stroking your stomach with one hand.

"You did so good," he hummed pressing his fingers to your lips for you to clean. You took his fingers into your mouth cleaning off the mixture of his cum and your hole from his skin. "You're always so good for me." Satan retracted his fingers from your lips and marveled at his work across your body. Hickies lay down your neck to your collarbone, his hand prints from where he held you on your hips, and last but not least, nipple clamps still clinging to your chest. He grabbed the chain and tugged a little making you whine.

"Satan!" you groaned, "it's too much."

Satan smiled taking the clamps into both hands and releasing your nipples from their grip. Your poor chest was swollen and indents lay where the clamps hung from your nipples. Satan wished he could brand the image before him onto the back of his eyelids so every time he blinked he could see your debauched form so beautifully sprawled out at his mercy. "I'm going to go get a washcloth, my love," Satan said while tossing the nipple clamps aside, "will you be okay?" You nodded in response lifting yourself onto your elbows to press your forehead to his. "Can you get me some water too, please?" Satan kissed your forehead, "of course."

He slipped on some pajama pants that he left lying on the floor. Careful not to step on your clothes or any of the books on the floor, he left the room. You wiggled your toes to see if you still had control over your legs after the pounding Satan had put you through and decided to swing your legs off the side of his bed. You could smell the lasting scent of sex and Satan's cologne in the air when your movements rustled the sheets. A throbbing soreness ran through your chest at the abuse Satan had put your nipples through.

Memories of him pulling you and walking you around his room by the chain of your nipple clamps only an hour before now washed through your mind. Satan tugging the chain when you wouldn't look at him thrusting into you at such a brutal pace. How were you even supposed to focus on anything around you when he pounded into you like that? You started to feel his seed trickling out of you and onto his sheets.

Oh crap!

You jolted up onto your wobbly knees to keep his cum from staining his bed and soaking to the mattress. With how much he fills you with, you were sure it would take a while to dry out from the bed. Satan's cum dribbled down your thighs in beads of pearlescent white. A low groan and the door shutting alerted you to your lover finally returning. "You look so beautiful like that," Satan said breathlessly. He wrapped one arm around your waist and began sliding the wet cloth down your thighs. You took the water bottle from the hand currently resting on your stomach and unscrewed the cap. "Thank you, Satan," you said stroking the back of his hand. Satan hummed in response as he whipped his cum from your body. "I'm surprised you're standing," he teased tossing the washcloth aside. You leaned your head back onto his shoulder as his hands massaged up your body. "I guess that means I went too easy on you," he teased pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Shut up," you laughed, "I can feel my knees knocking together because of you." Satan hummed in amusement as he guided you back to the bed. Careful of the wet spot you had leaked out onto, Satan pulled you into his sheets to hold you.

You lay with your back to Satan's chest as his arms held you firmly against his body. The water bottle you were holding lay next to your head with the cap firmly sealed. His fingers wandered up and down your ribcage until he reached your sore chest. You gasped feeling his delicate fingers touching your sensitive nipples then started to massage and rub the sore flesh between his fingers. You leaned your head back against Satan again as you released your body to his hold. Satan could only marvel at how much you trusted him, how much you allowed him to care for your mortal body. Soft skin beneath his fingers as he worked down your teats to your nipples then back again rubbing out any remaining soreness or marks left by the clamps. His mouth watered at the thought of sucking your nipples but he knew you needed rest. His fantasies of you riding him while he nursed from your chest could wait. He could feel the tension releasing from your body as he massaged across your chest back down to your nipples and under your ribs. Your delicate human body so very pliant under his palms.

Satan's lashes began to brush his cheeks in sleepiness when he found a rhythm to rub your chest in. It wasn't until he heard a little snore from your mouth that his eyes opened again. Your mouth hung open as your head loosely slunk back against him. Your eyes were shut and Satan could see the occasional twitch of your eyes from behind your eyelids. His hands remained at work, grabbing your chest to rub at then pinching your nipples delicately to rub. He did his best to fight off the sleepiness to stare at your relaxed face but his own tiredness caught up to him. There he lay massaging your chest until you both fell asleep from his minstrations.

[batwritings]

Hi! I hope you are well and I love your Obey Me work!! May I request Satan and MC first time and a Simeon and MC first time where the MC is a virgin? I can't wait to read your future work!~

Ooh first times are always fun! Enjoy!~

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Satan I feel like the first time with Satan would be a little rushed in all honesty. While the fourth born had done really really well at keeping himself composed for most of the day, you were really starting to grate on his nerves with your teasing. In your defense, you'd been dropping hints for a little while now that you wanted him to rail you, so he really should've seen this coming.

You knew the blonde was the furthest thing from dumb, so you'd taken your time, riling him up, even if it meant it was in front of Lucifer himself. None of his reactions missed your watchful eye; from the quirk of an eyebrow to a low, irritated growl. Once you heard the slam of his book, you knew it was all over.

He'd make up some excuse to pull you aside from his obnoxious brothers, slamming you against the closest surface out of earshot to kiss you roughly. "I see my little kitten likes to play games," he'd whisper lowly in your ear, hands roaming your body. It would be safe to say you wouldn't be walking easily the next day, if at all.

The clean up would be just as legendary, however. Gentle kisses and would litter the claw marks on your back, followed up with the soft drags of a warm washcloth. "Maybe this will teach you not to tease me next time.~" Satan hums with a sweet kiss against your throat.

Simeon Now, this sweet angel knew very well how he wanted your first time with him to go. So to find out you were a virgin? Simeon knew he had to go all out. I'm talking rose petals on the bed, mood lighting with scented candles, the whole nine yards.

He's oh so tender with you, making sure you're as comfortable as can be as he peppers kisses across your skin. You can see the restraint it's taking for him not to indulge in all the sweetness you carry, but he resists for you. "Look at what you do to me dove," he purrs, settled between your legs, eyes as dark as the night in the Devildom.

Despite his eagerness, Simeon moves slowly, making sure any discomfort you feel is met with care. He's quick to fix any issues that may arise. Need more lube? He's on it. Worried about safety? Mans has more condoms than he knows what to do with.

This angel is eager to make sure you get your fill, in more ways than one. Your first time both with him and in general is nothing short of perfect to him, even the aftercare that follows. A big communicator, he's always seeking feedback on things that could be changed up or that you'd like to see in any follow-up "sessions". And there will be follow-ups, right?~

[thefiery-phoenix]

COMING HOME INJURED

You had some hero work to do and you had to take care of some villains. You got yourself injured pretty bad and you have no idea what's in store after you come home. Jump RIGHT in to see how your yanderes would react to you getting injured

Bakugou: Blood poured from your lip and dribbled down your chin and you felt like you had broken a dew ribs. You pushed open the front door, almost ready to faint inside when you suddenly heard an angry voice thundering at you from the kitchen

''Y/N, where the HELL have you been?'' yelled Bakugou angrily. You didn't bother answering him at first since you kind of felt dizzy and you had to sit on the sofa to regain a bit of your consciousness, but you thought that a little nap wouldn't hurt either 

Katsuki looked how badly you were beat up, body littered in bruises, blood gushing from different parts of your body as you struggled to keep your eyes open, you looked like you were dead on your feet

His teeth grinded as he struggled to caress your cheek as tenderly as possible. Hot, fiery rage lit up the pit of his stomach, almost travelling to his hands before he stopped himself from exploding just next to your face

He was beyond PISSED, he was LIVID and FURIOUS at YOU for getting into this mess at the man who thought he could live after doing such a thing. And angry at himself for never trusting his gut and locking you away for good to keep you safe and protect you 

"I'll kill whoever did this to you! I swear, even if it takes me my life'' 

Becomes REALLY clingy to you after this incident and soon kidnaps you (no surprises there)

Shoto: He could only watch horrified and looking shell shocked, like a fish out of water as you stumbled in with a black eye and limped with an almost fractured leg

Went INSANE with worry as soon as he saw you in this state

After five minutes of him checking every inch of your body for more damage, he finally leaves and returns with a cup of steaming something

He looks like Satan spawn as he asks you, ''Who. did . THIS!?'' 

''No worries, the pros have already arrested him'' you replied calmly slightly wincing at the pain

This precious bby makes sure to massage you and makes you feel comfy and safe. He tries to make your pain go away 

"Okay. Fine. I'll let it go. But please be more careful next time."

That night, he glares at the ceiling, unable to sleep thinking about that no good scumbag who hurt the love of his life (aka YOU)

With his amount of money and fame, he quickly made a small visit to the place where the villain was detained. He bribed the people there and threatened them not to say anything as he murdered the villain who hurt you and threw his remains over a bridge into a gushing river. When he finally returned home, you didn't even stir once as he showered off the scumbag's touch and returned to his place in your arms with dripping hair

 "Shh, go back to sleep, YN." And you did, ever so safe with Todoroki at your side Because with him, nobody would dare to hurt you again

Deku: The second you walk through the door, Deku's at your side, ushering you into the bathroom. With a washcloth, he wipes the dirt from your face and neck, stopping every few seconds to stare at the finger-shaped bruises on the skin

"I should have been there, YN." His teeth grit in frustration and his hands ball up into fists. "I should have kept you safe." 

Starts mumbling how useless he is and how its all his fault for not protecting you and what a failure of a hero he is (aww... poor baby)

You assure him that it isn't HIS fault and tell him everything will be all right. "You're wrong, YN. I should have been there. It's my responsibility to keep you safe."

After he finishes treating your wounds, he makes your favorite food and he cuddles you to sleep, slowly stroking your hair as he whispers praises in your ear for being so brave, but part of him inclined him to kidnap you so you won't have to get hurt like this ever again

Soon, like Todoroki, he quickly got rid of that villain who hurt you so badly and started making preparations of your new lives together as he watched you sleep in bliss, humming peacefully.....

[gothdaddyissues]

The Devil Came to a Small Town

Catch up here: | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 |

Chapter 6 is now up!

Read on Ao3 or below the cut... (~6500 words)

(Also, thanks to @copiousloverofcopia for letting me make Sister Ren a member of the Abbey! 💜💜)

October 2

Copia rushed through the halls at Sister Imperator's heels, wringing his hands in worry. For the last hour,  the high-pitched whines and howls from the Ghouls' Den could be heard all over the Abbey, sending Siblings skittering away in fear. Another unearthly shriek echoed through the halls and Imperator covered her ears, the sound sharp and piercing enough to cause actual pain.

Terzo appeared from an adjacent hallway and walked alongside them. He was paintless and disheveled, looking like a moody teenager just rolled out of bed despite it being well after lunchtime. He winced when another screech sliced through the air. "Satan's sweet honey-covered balls," he swore, "What the fuck is going on?"

The three approached the door of the Ghouls' Den, entering without knocking. Dewdrop lay maskless on the common room floor, shivering and shaking, his Ghoul companions huddled nearby. Cirrus sat with him, his head on her lap as she pressed a cold washcloth to his forehead. Secondo stood above him, arms crossed over his chest in annoyance as he watched his wife, Sister Ren - head of the Abbey's infirmary - tend to the stricken Ghoul.

"I told you yesterday, you need to drink water. A ton of it," she scolded, "To flush it out of your system."

Dew moaned, writhing on the floor in pain. "I'm dying."

"You're not dying, you bambino," Secondo scowled, "You've got a headache and indigestion. We warned you not to drink any more coffee."

"He's a Ghoul," Ren chided her husband, "It's not going to affect him the same way it affects us humans. Caffeine makes their nervous systems go into overdrive."

"This is much worse than last time," Imperator sighed. "Is there nothing Primo can do to help? Some herb or concoction?"

"He's already gone to the greenhouse to prepare something," Secondo said.

Another wave of pain washed over the Ghoul. He convulsed, curling up into the fetal position, and let out a wail of anguish. Within seconds, all the Ghouls began keening, squirming in their seats, sharing in the suffering of their fellow hell-spawn.

"Uggggh!" Terzo cringed at the sound, glancing at the other Ghouls, "What the fuck?"

"They're feeling his pain., Terzo. They share a connection, both physical and mental, having been called from the same source. How many summoning rituals have you been to? Shouldn't you know this?" Secondo snarked.

Terzo raked his hand over his face, rubbing at his tired eyes. "Don't be such a stronzo. I thought that was just for major stuff, not upset stomachs."

The door swung open and Primo swept in, hurrying to the Ghoul's side. "Here." He had a glass vial in his hand which he uncorked and held out to Dewdrop. "Drink this tincture. The herbs will sedate you, help to ease your pain. There is more I can do to fully cleanse you, but I lack some of the ingredients."

"What do you need?" Imperator asked.

"Bloodroot and Black Nightshade. I have been unable to replenish since we moved from the city." Primo looked to Copia. "If your witch lady-friend's shop is as magical as claimed, she should carry both of them."

"I will go to her," Copia volunteered, ignoring Terzo chuckling under his breath.

Cirrus and Sister Ren helped Dew up into a seated position, and Primo handed him the vial: "The quicker you drink it, the less you'll taste it."

Dewdrop gave it a sniff and twisted his face into a look of disgust. Then he took a deep breath and gulped it down, trying not to gag. "Fucking hell," he swore after he swallowed, "It tastes like the Devil's asshole."

"How do you know what the Devil's asshole tastes like?" Swiss asked him from across the room.

"Because I've kissed your mom," Dew shot back before he laid down on the carpet again, ignoring Swiss' agitated growl.

Imperator turned to the Cardinal. "Copia, get to Miss Bennett's shop, quickly. Before these two send each other back to Hell."

"Yes Sister, of course," Copia bowed slightly to her and as he turned to leave, Aether stopped him.

"Hang on, boss, I'll take you."

"Are you sure, Aether?" Copia asked. "You're still going to feel his pain no matter where you go. I can drive myself."

"I'll be fine, Cardinal," the Ghoul assured him as they met at the door. He leaned in and whispered, "Please, boss, I need to get outta here. I can't stand listening to him whine anymore..."

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Primo's potion must have taken effect because except for a few early moments of discomfort for Aether, the drive into town was uneventful. As they arrived at the shop, Copia realized he had not seen Isabella since their meeting in the cemetery two days prior. It seemed like much longer... ages even. Being in her presence brought all his nervous energy bubbling to the surface. He straightened his tie and smoothed down his hair before stepping inside.

She stood behind the counter, clad all in black with a long grey cardigan over top, her dark hair flowing over her shoulders in soft waves. Simple and comfortable, and utterly bewitching. He was so smitten that for a moment, he could not move, his heart fluttering in his chest as he took her in. Aether had to give him a little shove of encouragement to keep going.

It was when he finally moved further into the shop that she noticed him. Her expression lit up, a warm smile spreading across her face, dimpling her cheeks and crinkling the corners of her eyes. Oh Satanas, what he wouldn't give to look upon her beautiful smile every single day...

He cleared his throat, composed himself: "Good day to you Miss Bennett."

"Good day to you, Cardinal," she greeted. "And good day to you, Cardinal's... friend?" She motioned to Aether. "How should I refer to you?"

The Cardinal chuckled softly. "You may call him Aether, for that is what I call him."

"Aether? Okay, good day, Aether." She smiled at him, and he put his hands to his heart and bowed slightly, acknowledging her greeting. "So what exactly is it Aether does for you? Is he your bodyguard?"

"You could say that. He's a bodyguard in a sense. My driver. My companion. Wait... no. Not THAT kind of companion. I mean... it's not.... there's nothing wrong with that sort of companion, I'm not saying..." he stammered nervously. "Eh... what is the word I am looking for?" Again he was reduced to an awkward mess in Isabella's presence.

Aether leaned in and whispered into Copia's ear.

"My assistant!" Copia suddenly blurted out, "Yes, that is it. My personal assistant." He could feel the heat of embarrassment coloring his cheeks.

If she noticed his discomfort, she did not mention it. But she did raise her eyebrows toward Aether. "Oh! So you can talk?"

"Ah yes. Yes, he can." Copia used this opportunity to push through his anxious thoughts. "The Ghouls are technically not permitted to speak in the presence of those outside of the Church," he explained, "It is an archaic rule, but one we still mostly abide by."

"Ghouls? That's what you call them?"

"A silly nickname, I know. One used for millennia. Because of the masks, you see." It was a small lie of omission, easier for him to explain than the real reason...

But Isabelle couldn't help but smile. "Seems appropriate. Being minions of Satan and all." She didn't know how close she was to the truth.

The magnetic pull he felt toward her rendered him speechless yet again. The urgency of the visit dictated that he keep things quick and professional, but she was so lovely, so clever. He was captivated. Aether gave Copia a nudge, yanking him out of his reverie.

"Eh, yes, so..." He moved closer to the counter, closer to her, while trying to refocus on the task at hand. "Primo sent me to fetch some spell ingredients. Bloodroot and Black Nightshade? He seemed quite certain you would carry those."

Isabelle nodded, turning to the large apothecary cabinet behind her, filled with glass jars of various herbs and materials. "I do! How much do you need? A little or a lot?"

Copia and Aether exchanged a look. "Best make it 'a lot' just in case."

She pulled two heavy jars out of the cabinet, placing them on the counter to begin her work, scooping a generous amount of each into flat-bottomed paper bags. "Now, he’s used these ingredients before, yes? Knows to take all the necessary precautions? Don't ingest them, don't directly inhale the smoke if you burn them, et cetera?" She looked up at him with a pointed expression. "Right?"

"Primo is a master with such things, yes. He will be most careful, I assure you."

"Of course, just making sure." She took out a black marker and wrote the name of each ingredient on the outside of the bags, then folded the tops over and sealed them with a sticker. "I trust you. But I have to do my due diligence. I won't sell these to just anyone, you know? It's definitely more advanced stuff."

Izzy rang the transaction through on her register, taking the credit card Aether handed to her. And as they waited, Copia glanced around the shop, sensing something was missing. "Your partner... Ari? That is his name, si? He is not here today?"

"He's out running an errand for the shop," she explained, laughing softly. "But partner? No. Friend? Yes. Best friend since we were 10 years old. Really, he's like a brother to me. He was hanging around so much when I opened the store, I figured I might as well hire him and give him a reason to be here all the time."

He was relieved to hear it. It was a thought - a worry - that had crossed Copia's mind, that perhaps her co-worker was more than just a co-worker. She and Ari were obviously very close. "Ah, so you and he are not..." Copia faltered, anxiously wanting to confirm it, but not sure how to say it.

"A couple?" Izzy found the word for him. "No. I'm not really his type. He prefers the uh... penis-havers."

"Oh! Eh... I see..." Copia mumbled, embarrassed yet again. "I did not mean to pry..."

"No, no, it's quite all right, Cardinal. It's not really a secret." Her eyes met his and she gave him a reassuring smile, putting him at ease. He envied her confidence. She had the uncanny ability to make even the most awkward of moments more comfortable for him.

Before he could reply, he felt Aether prodding him, directing his attention to the back room of the shop. Visible through the doorway was Isabelle's desk, and atop it sat a vase holding the flowers Copia had delivered to her the day before, on prominent display. It gave him a little swell of pride seeing them there. This means she likes them, yes? "What a beautiful bouquet of flowers you have there, Miss Bennett," he remarked, trying hard to be oh-so-casual about it.

She handed the credit card and their purchase to Aether. "Yes! Aren't they just stunning? Absolutely gorgeous! I love them so much." Her eyes locked with his. "And they really did brighten my day, as you’d hoped. Thank you, Cardinal."

Copia shyly averted his gaze, knowing he had been caught out. "You are most welcome," he said, "I heard about what happened at the coffee shop yesterday - I'm so sorry. All because you defended us. It was the least I could do."

She laid her hand over the back of his. "Don't give it another thought. I'd do it again, anytime. Because we take care of each other, right? Please, give your Ghouls my thanks for looking out for me. I hope they didn't have to put up with any abuse from that woman."

He patted the top of her hand. "Oh no. They actually gave her a good scare, I'm told."

"It may be wrong of me to say but I'm glad to hear it," Isabelle smirked. She did not make any move to take her hand away from his, but her expression quickly turned serious. "But really, you need to watch out for her. Her name is Diane Francis. She's made trouble for me in the past, and I'm worried she'll make trouble for you too, especially after yesterday."

"Diane Francis... Francis... why does that sound familiar?" Copia wondered aloud.

"She's the biggest real estate agent in town. You've probably seen her name and picture on signs and ads, pretty much everywhere."

"Would this be the same Francis who owns a land development company?" he asked, the name jogging his memory. "They were bidding against us for the Abbey property for a short while."

Isabelle nodded. "Yes. Well, actually it’s her husband’s business, but she's involved too. He's an even bigger asshole than she is, to be honest. Can you believe they wanted to tear the whole Abbey down and build condos there?" She shook her head in disgust. "I don't trust them. They have tons of money and influence around here and they don't like anyone or anything they can't control. Please be careful, okay?"

Copia could see the distress in her eyes. He squeezed her hand reassuringly, wishing that his hands weren't gloved so he could feel the warmth and softness of her skin under his fingertips. "We take security very seriously, you mustn't worry. But thank you for the warning. I will tell the clergy and I promise we'll be cautious."

He heard the soft 'ding' of Aether's phone. The Ghoul read the incoming message, then quickly tapped Copia on the shoulder, putting the phone in front of his face so he could see it as well.

"Oh dear..." he sighed. Aether was already headed towards the door, clearly panicked. "You must forgive me Miss Bennett, we are needed back at the Abbey. I thank you, as always, for your kindness."

Izzy came out from behind the counter, following Copia as he went after Aether. "I hope everything is okay?"

"Yes, yes, just a minor emergency. Ghoul trouble. It happens... more than it should, honestly." He made it to the threshold and stopped, spinning on his heel to turn back to her, hating having to say goodbye so abruptly. He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips, peppering it with three hurried kisses. "Mi dispiace, cara. Please forgive me for rushing off. Ciao, Bella. I will see you again soon, si?"

Aether held the door open for him and he climbed into the backseat of the SUV, cursing the stricken Ghoul under his breath. "Damn that little gremlin! Hopefully we make it back before he inadvertently burns the Abbey down..."

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Ari saw the expensive SUV pulling away from the curb as he made his way back to the shop. When he entered, he found Izzy standing in the middle of the shop floor, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"What'd I miss?" he asked, "What happened? Was that the Cardinal?"

"Yes... He just ran off. Some kind of emergency at the Abbey. Something to do with the Ghouls...I hope everything's okay," she fretted.

He placed one of the two bags he was holding on the shop counter. "Ghouls?"

"The guys with the masks. Bodyguards and assistants. They're called Ghouls. Oh, and they can talk, they're just not allowed to outside of the church."

"Huh. Nothing weird or creepy about that at all," he remarked sarcastically. "Anyway, here's your stuff from the office supply store, and..." He held up the other bag he carried, "I got some sandwiches from the deli for lunch."

Ari wandered off into the back room, Izzy following at his heels. "Really? That's your response? I thought you were as curious as I was."

"I am! But girl, honestly, I haven't eaten all day and I'm hangry. I'll indulge my curiosity after we eat, 'kay?" He moved the vase of flowers over so he could sit opposite her at the desk and unpacked the takeout bag. He nodded over to the bouquet. "And did your loverboy fess up to sending these?"

"He did," Izzy admitted, plopping down into her desk chair, looking dejected. "It was a thank you-slash-apology for being harassed by Diane Francis yesterday."

"As suspected." Ari glanced over at the flowers again, admiring their unique blooms. "Quite the grand gesture. He must really like you or something," he teased.

Izzy opened the bottle of iced tea Ari placed in front of her then unwrapped her sandwich. She took an unenthusiastic bite and pondered her sudden foul mood. Just yesterday she had been so overwhelmed by the smutty dream she'd had that just the thought of being in Copia's presence sent her into a tizzy of denial. But now, only a day later, she was deeply disappointed he hadn't been able to stay longer. Each time she saw him, her longing grew. She wanted to spend time in his company, away from the shop and the Abbey, where the two of them could just be. Her intuition was still screaming that there was more to this...

"Okay," Ari interrupted her thoughts. She'd barely touched her food and he had already plowed through half of his. "I've eaten some and am now officially 50% less evil. So... tell me about these Ghouls."

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October 6

It was a bright, beautiful autumn morning, with a light breeze carrying the slightest hint of the winter chill to come. Deep red and rich golden leaves swayed against the clear blue sky, occasionally dancing through the air and swirling to the ground on a gust of wind.

Isabelle unlocked the gate protecting the front of her shop and pushed it off to the side where it latched down, out of the way. She dragged the chalkboard A-frame sign onto the sidewalk to sit next to the door. Ari had covered it with Tim Burton-esque drawings of monsters, bats, and pumpkins surrounding a large square in the center to countdown the days until Halloween - 25, as of today.

Main Street was already bustling with activity for a Wednesday. Izzy waved hello to Alex and Melissa, owners of the antique shop across the street, and nodded greetings to passers-by. She picked up her old straw broom (so stereotypically witchy of her) and began sweeping the dead leaves and dirt off the sidewalk in front of the shop, humming a happy tune to herself.

As she worked, her thoughts drifted - like they so often did these days - to Cardinal Copia. His image was always lurking at the edge of her consciousness, his essence flitting in and out of half-remembered dreams. It had been a few days since she had seen him, since he had rushed away for that emergency. She debated with herself, wondering if it would be too unprofessional to call him to see if everything had worked out all right. But more than that, selfishly, she found herself missing him. Odd, considering they had probably spent at most an hour total in each other's company. In truth, they barely knew each other. But he had a bewitching hold upon her, this strangely familiar and comfortable feeling that overtook her in his presence. His absence brought a longing to be close to him, making her ache, almost as if she were homesick for a place she had never been...

Izzy finished sweeping and noticed two young women on the sidewalk a few steps from her door. They were dressed in low-cut, black tunics with long black veils draping down their shoulders. The stylized upside-down cross of the Church of Emeritus hung from chains around their necks - Sisters from The Abbey. Izzy recognized one of the two as a regular customer. Assuming they were coming in to shop, she was about to step aside and give them room to enter, but they were interrupted by rude voices snickering behind them.

"What the fuck? Hey! Hey ladies, Halloween isn't until the end of the month. Why you all dressed up? Are these your Naughty Nun costumes?"

The Sisters turned to see two teenage boys there, probably no more than sixteen years old, tall and skinny dressed in oversized flannel shirts and artfully ripped jeans. They saw the crosses on the Sisters' necks and laughed louder.

"Oh shit!" one boy hooted. "You're from the Satan Church, aren't you? Whatda they call you? Sisters of Sin?" His eyes dipped down to their cleavage, ogling them shamelessly. Their habits did not leave much to the imagination.

"My parents were talking about you," the second one continued, "They said you're all bunch of freaks."

"Are you a bunch of freaks?" The first one got right up close to the shorter Sister. "Do you sacrifice animals? Do you drink their blood?"

The second one joined the first. "I heard is they have big orgies. All the time. Is that true?" He reached out his fingers and skimmed them along the Sister's veil, close to her face. "C'mon baby, you can tell me. I wanna hear all about it... Gimmie the deets."

"Or maybe show us what you can do?" They were both laughing now, cruel and taunting.

The other Sister took her friend's arm, leading her away. "Ignore them, Sarah," she said, "Just keep walking. Let's go."

Izzy watched, the anger welling within her as the Sisters tried to escape. But the boys continued. "Awww... come on, we were only joking. Don't be stuck- up sluts. Try to convert us! Tell us about the orgies!"

"HEY!" Izzy yelled. "Leave them alone!" She approached the Sisters and ushered them over to the entrance of her shop, shooting the boys a scolding look over her shoulder.

"Oh look, it's the local bitch... I mean, witch," the first boy sneered. "What are ya gonna do? Fly around on your broomstick and put a curse on us?"

Izzy brandished the broom in front of her, swatting it at the boys. "Wanna find out? I'll turn you into toads, don't tempt me..." She eyed them for a moment, trying to place them; one of them seemed familiar. "Wait a sec... Aren't you Tony's kid?" she asked the first boy. "You look just like him. And shouldn't you be in school right now?"

"Shit, dude," the second boy muttered, smacking his friend on the shoulder before beginning to back away, "She knows you. Let's go..." The first boy quickly followed his friend without saying another word, hurrying across the street and in the opposite direction.

"Say hello to your dad for me!" Izzy called as they scurried away. "He and I go waaaay back!" She ensured they had disappeared down a side street before turning to the Sisters in her doorway. "Are you ladies okay?"

The Sister Izzy recognized nodded, but the other kept her eyes averted, fidgeting with the cross around her neck. Izzy touched her shoulder gently.

"Why don't you two come in and sit for a few minutes?" she suggested. "We've got a big pot of fresh chamomile tea all ready." Izzy pushed open the shop door and led the Sisters inside. "I've seen you in here before," she said to the one she recognized, "You always get the lemongrass incense. What's your name?"

"I'm Brooke. And this is Sarah."

Ari watched them enter, a concerned look on his face in response to Izzy's worried expression. "Hello, ladies," he greeted before turning to Izzy with his eyebrow raised. "What's going on?"

Isabelle brought them over to the reading nook and motioned to the settee. "They got harassed out on the sidewalk by a couple of punk-ass teenagers. One of them was Tony's kid... they were awful. Can you get the Sisters some tea, Ari?"

"Of course." He hurried over to the tea cart at the end of the counter, readying two cups.

Izzy crouched down in front of Sister Sarah, who was still clearly shaken up. She took the girl's trembling hands in hers, hoping to ground her and ease her distress. "Sarah?" she said softly, "You okay?"

Sarah nodded, her eyes still downcast. "I... uh, yeah. I'm okay," she mumbled.

Ari approached tentatively, full teacups on matching saucers in each hand. "Here you go," he said softly as he handed them off to each Sister, "Sip on these a bit."

Izzy took a step back, giving them some space but still keeping a close eye on them. And really, she needed more than a moment to compose herself too. The harassment she’d experienced? She was used to it. But to see these young women taunted and objectified by those deviant brats? That made her blood boil. Once the Sisters seemed more at ease, she asked: "How are you guys getting back to the Abbey? Do you have a car here, or are you getting picked up?"

"We were just going to get an Uber back," Brooke said.

Izzy frowned. She wanted to make sure these girls got back safely and in comfort - especially Sister Sarah. After all this, a stranger driving them didn't sit right with her. "Let me call the Abbey," she said, pulling her phone out of her back pocket, "I'll see if someone there can come get you."

She scrolled through her contacts until she came to Cardinal Copia's name. Well, you wanted to talk to him, right? Now's your chance... It felt weird, too forward, like she was pushing a boundary. But it needed to be done. Her confidence faltered and the butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she tapped on his office number and the call rang out. After a moment, she heard Copia on the other end: "Pronto? Copia speaking."

Her heart was pounding. "Cardinal?" The high-pitched, nervous chirp of her reply made her cringe. "Uh, hi, it's me. Isabelle? From the metaphysical shop?" Like he's not going to know who you are?

"Oh! Bella!" He was definitely caught off guard but she could hear the smile in his voice. "Yes, I recognized you. What a lovely surprise! How are you?"

His pleased reaction eased her nerves, and she let out the anxious breath she had been holding. "I'm well, thank you. But I have a bit of a situation here at the shop. Two of your Sisters are here with me, Brooke and Sarah? They dealt with some harassment out on the street today and they are a bit shaken up."

"Oh dear, oh no," Copia fretted, "The poor things. Sister Sarah is quite new to the Abbey, a very sensitive young lady. I worried perhaps she wasn't ready for an outing in town just yet."

"It was a couple of teenage boys causing a nuisance, skipping school. They have a reputation as troublemakers, the little shits. I scared them off for now. And your Sisters are safe here. Is there someone there who can come and get them? If not, I can give them a ride..."

"Yes, I'm sure there is someone available. One moment..." She heard Copia place the phone down, his footsteps fading across the floor, and the sound of a door opening. She could faintly make out his calling on Aether, telling him to bring a car to the shop as quickly as possible. Then the sound of the door shutting again, footsteps growing closer, and the rustle of him picking up the phone once more. She could picture it in her mind, envisioning him in his bright red cassock, those soft leather gloves cradling the phone next to his ear... "Please tell the Sisters Aether is on his way to get them, and will be there as soon as he can."

"Oh good! Thank you Cardinal."

"No, no, thank you, Bella. Again, you take such good care of us. I am so grateful it was you who was able to help them."

"You're welcome... really, it was the least I could do. Like I said the other day, we look after each other, right?" Not wanting the conversation to end just yet, Izzy took the opportunity to continue. "I, uh, I hope everything is well with you? Last time I saw you, you rushed out of here for that emergency. Did it all work out okay?"

"Ah, yes, yes. It did - eventually. Some of our Ghouls have a talent for getting themselves into trouble," Copia replied cryptically, "But all is well now."

"And your friend Primo was happy with his spell ingredients?"

"Very! Very impressed," Copia assured her. "Better than he could've grown himself, he said. Which might be the highest compliment I've heard him give. He will talk your ear off about herbs and potions if you let him."

Izzy laughed softly, "Well, I hope I get to meet him someday. Maybe when I come for the tour of the Abbey you promised me? Which I really want to do. Soon." Then before her brain could stop her, she blurted out the thought that had been on her mind all morning. "I've been looking forward to seeing you again."

There was a beat of silence on the other end of the call before she heard Copia's nervous chuckle and shy stammer: "You... uh, really? You have?"

She wanted to say something witty, something to play off the confession and seem so self-assured. But there was no clever quip to gloss over the truth. "Yes," she replied simply, "Yes I have. So if you're in town, for whatever reason, don't be a stranger, okay? Stop in and say hello."

"I will," Copia said, his voice gentle and sweet, "I absolutely will. I am..." He paused for a moment and cleared his throat. "I am looking forward to seeing you again too."

"I'm glad the feeling is mutual." She couldn't suppress a giggle. Okay, shit, this really isn't the time to be flirting - you need to be professional - and get off the damn phone before you say something else stupid... "But until then, I know you're busy, so I won't keep you. I'll make sure your Sisters are well taken care of until their ride gets here."

"Thank you again, cara mia. You are a gift to us. See you soon, yes?"

"I hope so... Have a wonderful rest of your day, Cardinal."

"You too. Ciao, Bella."

"Bye," she said softly. Izzy ended the call and clutched the cell phone to her chest, pressed against her thudding heart. I'm a gift? Cara mia? He wants to see me again too? She was grinning like a fool, lost in her own little world of Cardinal Copia bliss when she snapped back to reality - Ari and the two Sisters were staring at her in silence, various degrees of amusement on their faces. They had overheard the entirety of her end of the conversation.

"Don't move," Ari said, holding up his finger in the air, "I have to capture your face right now - it’s just precious." He grabbed a nearby pad of paper and a Sharpie, quickly sketching out what he saw before him. With pride, he held it up to show her: the name 'Bella' written with a big arrow pointing to a smiling, heart-eyed emoji face. He looked at the drawing, at her, then back to the drawing. "The resemblance is uncanny!"

With gritted teeth, Isabelle gave Ari the most annoyed death-glare she could muster, shifting her eyes over to the Sisters and then back to him, wordlessly telling him to shut the hell up. It didn't stop him from laughing out loud. At least the Sisters were polite enough to keep their giggles hidden behind their hands. Izzy took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and slipped her phone back into her pocket, attempting to exude confidence while refocusing on the matter at hand. "Aether is on his way to pick you up," she told them, "He should be here shortly. Let me send you back with some incense, hmm? My treat."

"Oh no, you don't have to do that!" Brooke protested.

Izzy waved off the objection. "No, no, I insist. I know it doesn't make up for what happened outside, but it's a little something to brighten the day, right?" She went to the shelf of incense sticks on display. "Would you like your usual Lemongrass, Brooke?"

"Yes, please... You're too kind, Miss Izzy. Thank you. For everything."

"You're most welcome." Izzy placed six sticks into a small paper bag. "And you, Sarah? Which kind would you like?"

"Um, something sweet? Or fruity?" She finally seemed to be relaxed.

Izzy picked three black cherry and three vanilla into a second bag and handed them over to the Sisters. "I'm really sorry you had to deal with all this today. It's hard when people are awful to you because of what you believe in. Trust me, I know. But don't let a couple of edgelords looking to stir up shit discourage you. The majority of people here are definitely NOT like that. And the handful who are love to make themselves known, so they're easy enough to avoid. Seriously, if anyone in town gives you trouble again, you come and see us," Izzy said, "We've got your backs, okay?" As she spoke, the familiar black SUV pulled up to the curb in front of the shop, and Aether hopped out. "And, I think your ride is here."

The Sisters turned to see Aether enter the shop. He rushed to them, placing a hand on each of their shoulders. "It's okay, Aether, we're fine," Brooke assured him, "Miss Izzy has taken really good care of us."

Aether turned to Isabelle and took her hand in both of his, shaking it vigorously. His grip was tight and remarkably strong, and his skin was strangely cool to the touch. But just as she registered how unusual it was, he let go, stepping back to usher the Sisters to the exit. "Thank you for coming to get them, Aether. We appreciate it," she said.

He blew her a kiss and gave Ari a wave before giving them both his hand-over-heart gesture of thanks once more. Then the three of them were out of the shop, into the car, and back off to the Abbey.

Izzy glanced over at Ari, that smug, teasing look still on his face. She sighed and collected the two empty teacups, taking them to the back kitchen area, Ari following behind.

"Sooooo...." he began, "I have a question. Like, a serious one. No teasing, no bullshit."

"Okay."

"The Cardinal... why don't you just ask him out?" His tone was one of genuine curiosity. "You're usually so forward. You like a guy and you're ON him. What's different here?"

"What's different is now I'm a business owner, and I'm trying to be professional," she replied. 

"You're not trying very hard," he observed. He wasn’t wrong. When it came to the Cardinal, the pretense of professionalism began to fall away the minute she first laid eyes on him. And was fading ever faster after dreaming about fucking him nasty in the Abbey greenhouse…

"I stand to get a lot of business from the Church if I handle things right,” Izzy continued, “I mean... yes, I like him, and he likes me. Yes, we have this weird connection. But I don't want to rush into something with him and screw everything up. So I'm trying to let it develop naturally." Ari raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Or naturally-ish," she conceded, heading back to the shop floor.

"I see… Well, I guess there's a first time for everything," Ari mused, “How very mature of you.”

"You may have noticed that rushing into relationships has been successful for me exactly zero times. It can't hurt to try a different approach."

"True," Ari agreed. “Not gonna lie, I’m curious to see how long you hold out. Especially after your ‘Notice me, senpai’ moment today.”  He looked down at the drawing he'd made earlier and giggled again, then tore it off the pad of paper and handed it to her. "Would you like to keep this? Frame it? Maybe display it at your wedding?"

Izzy snatched the paper out of his hand and crumpled it up. "Ass," she muttered, tossing it in the recycling bin.

"Awww... I love you too, Iz."

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Copia and Imperator waited at the main entrance for the two Sisters to return. Imperator gave both a gentle hug. “Are you alright, my dears?” she asked.

Sarah nodded. “Yes, Sister. I’m okay. Better now that we’re back here. But Miss Izzy was very kind to us.” 

“I’m very glad to hear that,” Copia said, “Miss Bennett has done so much for us already. We are lucky to have her as a friend.”

Brooke and Sarah exchanged looks. “Yes Cardinal,” Sister Brooke said, unable to hide a knowing grin, “Very lucky. She is so thoughtful and sweet… and pretty, wouldn’t you say?”

“Eh… eh yes. Yes, she is.” Copia’s brow furrowed, aware that he was being teased. The Sisters likely overheard Bella speaking to him on the phone. And considering how quickly gossip spread among the Siblings, it would probably only be a matter of hours before the entire Abbey knew about their flirtations. He stood a little taller, clasping his hands behind his back and giving the Sisters a stern, authoritative glare. “Miss Bennett is an exceptional ally. This is still a new place for us, and we must cultivate friendships with like-minded people if we wish to thrive here. We must remember to be grateful. And we must repay her kindness someday, si?”

“Yes, Cardinal,” the Sisters replied.

“And,” Sister Imperator interjected, “I think we should consider a policy of going into town in our secular clothes for the time being. At least until people become more accustomed to our presence here. It’s not ideal, but I don’t want this to become a regular occurrence.”

Copia nodded. “Now off you go, dolci sorelle” he shooed them away with his hands, “To the kitchen. I asked them to save some lunch for you.”

“Yes, Cardinal. Thank you.” The Sisters bowed to him, then to Imperator in turn, then rushed off to the dining hall, giggling to each other as they went. 

“Are you sure about this, Sister?” Copia asked as they walked back to their offices together. “Not allowing the Siblings to wear their uniforms outside of the Church seems a bit like blaming the victim, don’t you think? Hiding who we are, as though we’re ashamed?”

“A temporary measure, Cardi,” she assured him, placing her hand on his arm, “I have no desire to hide either! But I want everyone here - and everyone who may be considering joining us - to feel comfortable and safe. We’ll give it a bit more time and be good little citizens. People will come around, I’m sure of it.” Imperator stopped outside her door and turned to face Copia. “And don’t worry, dear. You can still go visit Miss Bennett any time you like.” She gave him a wink and disappeared into her office, shutting the door behind her.

[arcaneacolyte]

Mushy May Day 4: Wound Tending/First Aid Mess with a Harpy and Die

Pairings: Cirrus/Cumulus

Words: 668

WARNINGS: Murder Ghoul Cumulus (Mentioned, not explicitly written here), Lots of Blood, Wound Care/First Aid, Mention of Assault and Stabbing

Thank you so much @forlorn-crows for the Mushy May Prompts. If you want to join in, you can check those out here!

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"He deserved it," Cumulus growls softly under her breath, blowing a piece of her blood soaked bangs out of her eyes. The weight of the drying blood just makes it flop back, and she sighs, staring at it hanging between her brows.

Cirrus hums mildly, the soaked washcloth in her hand passing over the other Ghoulette's ribs, gently scrubbing away blood that she knows for a fact isn't Cumulus'. "I never said he didn't..." she replies calmly, using the hand not holding the rag to lift up Cumulus' arm a little further. "How in the Unholy Father's name did you get his blood in your armpit?" she asks through a small chuckle, scrubbing with a little more fervor against the white hairs there. She’s going to be dyed pastel pink at this point.

Cumulus sniffs sharply once, and lets Cirrus move her easily. When she had said that the blood on her mostly wasn't hers, she didn't mean it like in those corny action movies that Swiss and Phantom—and secretly Rain though he would never actually admit it—liked to watch.

She had torn him limb from limb. 

The bathwater shifts and echos as Cirrus pulls the plug to drain it again. She hums a wordless tune under her breath, gently cleaning the red away to reveal stunning gray skin, almost silver while covered in little droplets of water. Cirrus can't help but chirp appreciatively as the muted red trickles across Cumulus' skin as she cleans, the sharp copper scent of human blood slowly dissipating in favor of Cumulus' natural scent. Jasmine, honeysuckle and roses, with just the right acrid tinge of the anger still permeating it. Cirrus smiles again. Her little Bleeding Heart.

It was Cirrus' idea to clean Cumulus off. The smaller Air Ghoulette has a tendency to dwell too much if she cleans herself off, looking down at the blood and remembering the reason why it's there. She also has a propensity to overscrub her skin and make it cracked and dried out, so Cirrus always offers.

"I mean he just.....blatantly groped that sister in front of everyone!" Cumulus growls again, her tail thwapping the edge of the tub. "Like he thought that being a part of a Satanic church gives him free reign to be a ra—"

"—and now he's dead," Cirrus interrupts, cutting her packmate off with a quiet but sharp tone. She knows if she doesn’t, Cumulus will just rile herself up even further.

Their eyes meet, and Cumulus sags in the water a little, her knees poking up like two little islands in a sea of muted pink as the water rises around her. "Good riddance" She mumbles.

"Good riddance," Cirrus agrees, reaching to push the stubborn sleeve of her shirt over her elbow again. After another few minutes of quiet water sloshing and cleaning, the taller Ghoulette reaches with a wet hand to push the bloody bangs out of Cumulus' face. "You did the right thing," she assures. She always does, knows how loud Cumulus’ brain gets. She genuinely likes humans, so whenever something like this happens…..

Cumulus is quiet for a few moments longer, before glancing at Cirrus out of the corner of her eye. "He probably would have lived longer if he didn't stab me...."

Cirrus chuffs fondly, her tail entwining with Cumulus' outside the tub. She runs the cloth gingerly over the still slightly oozing wound, the color a deep grey-blue. The same color that runs through Cirrus' own veins. It's superficial, already almost healed due to their biology, but Cirrus can't help the curling of her top lip, exposing one of her fangs.

The other Ghoulette notices of course, and she raises a hand out of the water to gently place it on Cirrus' free one on the edge of the tub. "He got what he deserved...." she assures, then smiles with her teeth, fangs still tinged pink.

Cirrus can't help but smile back, leaning forward to peck Cumulus on the lips. "Well done, my Sky...."

[fickleminder]

Consensual

The morning after Satan’s rut ends.

CW: suggestive content but nothing explicit. Features Satan x F!OC.

When Satan finally comes back to himself — properly this time — he feels sated in a way he hasn’t felt in centuries.

Memories of his rut are a haze, but no surprise there. His baser instincts take over during that period; all he knows is to fuck, eat and drink and sleep just enough to keep his body going, then fuck all over again. It’s tiresome work, but not even he can fight demon biology.

He stirs awake slowly, blinking at the ceiling of his darkened room. The blinds are drawn, the air reeks of sex, and his entire body aches oh so satisfyingly. Stretching his arms over his head with a lazy yawn, he turns to his side and promptly catapults himself out of bed at the sight of Kirana’s bare back next to him.

Despite being partially covered up by disheveled dark hair, her shoulders and neck are strewn with bites and bruises. Shallow claw marks run down her back, several scabbed over, others still raw and fresh. Holding his breath, Satan carefully rolls her over and finds her chest and breasts equally littered with scratches and teeth indents.

He doesn’t dare to check Kirana’s lower half under the blankets. It’s obvious she’s been utterly, thoroughly ravaged.

The demon is equal parts embarrassed and horrified. There’s a reason he doesn’t take partners during his ruts anymore; all of them always end up getting mauled, fucked within an inch of their life, and they’d been demons like him. Frankly speaking, it’s nothing short of a miracle that Kirana’s still breathing. There’s probably something to be said about his instincts recognizing her as his mate, but that’s for Satan to over-analyze another time.

For now, he’s busy trying to figure out what the hell happened.

His mind instantly jumps to the worst-case scenario: that he’d dragged Kirana into his room after she’d wandered too close to his door, that he’d forced her to ride out his rut with him. She wouldn’t have been able to resist, not when the pheromones his body released would make her more susceptible to his advances whether she wanted it or not. If she ended up hating him after today, he has no one to blame but himself.

And aftercare, fuck. Did he even tend to her needs during the process, or did he just take and take and use her as he pleased? Kirana’s been into rougher sex lately and Satan was more than happy to oblige, but there’s this constant, underlying worry that he’ll accidentally break her.

If he actually succeeded this time, he’ll walk himself straight into Barbatos’ torture chambers and let his brothers have a go at him.

Clean her up, the logical part of his brain reminds him. Put some salve on her cuts. Hydrate her.

It should be second nature to him by now, and Satan is mortified it’d taken him so long to act, too caught up in his panic. He quickly makes his way to the en suite, but pauses when he sees a crisp white envelope sitting on his desk. His name is written on it in big, bold letters, along with the words READ ME.

He recognizes Kirana’s handwriting immediately. The letter inside is from her too, and his eyes nearly pop out of his head when he sees a consent form formally declaring that:

He had briefed her about his rut exactly one week before it started and let her decide whether or not to join him;

She had entered his room knowing full well what she was getting herself into;

No one’s to blame for anything and whatever happens in the bedroom stays in the bedroom;

The Avatar of Wrath should stop thinking so much and just go cuddle with his girlfriend already.

Everything had been written, signed, vetted and approved by Kirana, which honestly calls into question the legitimacy of it all, but Satan is too relieved to find it in himself to care.

He still fetches a warm washcloth and a glass of water, still wipes her down as best as he can and applies medicine to her wounds. Then, only then, does he allow himself to slide back into bed, hugging her close and joining her in sleep.

[celiosal]

Ailing Treatment ! #2

pairings - obey me (younger) brothers x reader synopsis - very ill MC who's been holed up in their room.

writing contains : fluff, established relationship, mentions of sickness, gender neutral (lmk if I made a mistake!), possible ooc, slight hurt/comfort? (just barely)

part 1 | part 2 << [you're here]

a/n - finally done! enjoy !

SATAN

Satan was preparing for your daily meeting at 2pm, in which he reads aloud for you.

When you weren't there, he went to your room. He immediately understood that you were ill, and was the most calmest out of the brothers. The air in your room was a bit tense with Satan easily detecting it.

He checked your temperature before going out to get some things.

Meanwhile, you were there laying down on your bed. It felt like 50 degrees below for you. Heck, you couldn't even move or tell what was going on.

All you heard was a door opening coming along with some footsteps. A cold hand feeling your temple and some more steps leading out the door.

...

Satan came back in with a book about healing incantations, and some tissues.

He stripped off 3 blankets, leaving only one before laying a lukewarm washcloth on your forehead.

After doing all that, he flipped to a page in the book and started muttering words that you couldn't comprehend.

Only a second later, you felt a lot better. You were able to move and finally see, although you still had mild symptoms. Your running nose was cleared almost immediately and you stopped sneezing so much.

"You're feeling better honey?"

You respond in a hum, then getting up to hug him. He caresses your head while you lay your head on his shoulder.

"Next time, tell me so I can come treat you if it's possible alright?"

"Okay."

He sets you back down before reaching out another book to read aloud for you.

You slept well that night.

ASMODEUS

He's been so excited to show you this new outfit that he got from Majolish!

He barged into your room and saw you in the bed. Your hair was messy, and had a sick tone to your face.

He was shocked at first due to your awful state, but the second you started to sneeze then shiver he started worrying.

You had a painful migraine, a very sore and coarse throat all the while having the difficulty to breathe.

The first thing he did was to alert the whole house, every brother was notified and rushed to the scene.

Satan and Lucifer already knew that you just caught a sickness in the human world thus telling the brothers. Asmodeus' nerves had calmed down a little but still worried.

The two brothers helped treat you while Asmo waited, pacing back and forth.

When they finished, everyone left the room to let you recover. Asmo stayed back. He picked you up bridal style to bring you to his room.

A bath filled with rose petals and bubbles with candles surrounding the area was already prepared. He set you down on the chair and stripped each piece of cloth.

Once he was done, he placed you in the tub before scrubbing you. You quickly relaxed into his touch, finally being able to move and relax.

When he finished scrubbing, you stepped out the tub while Asmo wrapped towels around you.

It was quite healing for you.

The rest of the day was spent on skincare and having fun. You recovered quite quickly.

BEELZEBUB

Lately he's been feeling pretty lonely without you around. He's only seen you during breakfast but after that you disappeared. Did you not like him anymore?

The place you were likely in was your room because none of the other brothers had plans with you so he decided to go there.

He brought some snacks along with him so you two can snack together. He opened the door by straining his hand a bit, with all the snacks he had, he just didn't want to drop them.

"Hey MC I brought-"

He paused right at the doorway, it was quite silent only the sound of unusually slowed breathing.

He set the snacks gently on the nearest beanbag before rushing over to you.

He brushes the hair out of your face gently, softly caressing your features.

He goes back to the kitchen to get a pot of warm soup. The contents swishing slightly as he walks to your room.

When he sets it down, he takes a spoon and starts feeding you some. He also brought a ladle for himself to eat.

After finishing the soup, he brings the pot back to the kitchen before rushing back.

He picks you up and brings you to his shared room. He sets you down on his bed.

Belphegor is resting in the attic so the room was empty with the exception of you two.

He lets himself on the bed before cuddling you.

You had finally got enough energy to move slightly enough so that you can hug him back.

You shove your face into his warm chest, both of you under the comfort of the blanket.

You and Beel ended dozing off to a sweet dream where a paradise with everything you've ever want existed.

BELPHEGOR

The sudden feeling of a sore throat as you were drifting away from sleep woke you up.

Belphegor was right next to you, sleeping soundly. You laid there for a while, not having enough energy to move at all.

Belphie stirred around a bit before unconsciously wrapping his arms around you.

He engulfed you in warmth that you desperately needed to shield yourself from the cold.

The sudden hotness of your skin hitting his, woke him up ever so suddenly. He blinked a few times before taking a look at you.

You used most of your strength to give him a small smile. He buried his face on your neck, nuzzling you slightly, his breath hitting your skin.

"MC..? are you okay? Why are you so hot?"

You tried to speak but no words could come out. He started to panic a little in the back of his mind. He reached for his D.D.D on the table before typing something to someone.

A few moments later, Beel comes in with some medicine, water, and a heating pad before leaving.

Belphegor forces himself up so he could assist you. He grabs your chin lightly before popping a pill in your mouth.

He gives you some water to make it easier to swallow. As you drink the pill down, Belphie turns on the pad and lays it on your stomach.

Once he finished, he lays down before going back to cuddling you like a pillow.

Melting in his arms, you go back to dreaming with Belphie by your side

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[owlisbuffering]

A Study in MC

Genre: fluff, introspection?, pre-relationship

Pairing: Satan x reader/MC (who is not present)

Word count: 2051

Summary: While retrieving your belongings from the Human Realm, Satan gets more glimpses into who you are and reminisces how his perceptions of you have changed.

Notes: reader/ MC is gender neutral; memories/ flashbacks are in italics; this is my first fic in years, be gentle with me

Cross posted on ao3

Satan scowled and directed a rude gesture at Lucifer as he walked through the portal. It promptly closed behind him and he closed his eyes, releasing a deep sigh. A satisfied smile grew on his face and he turned slowly, taking in his new surroundings.

Though you'd been in the devildom for quite some time already, it had only now been determined that someone ought to retrieve some of your personal effects from the human world. It may never have happened at all, but somehow Lord Diavolo had learned about "homesickness," and he immediately determined that measures must be taken lest the dreaded ailment befall the precious human.

Thus, Lucifer had you compile a list of items you wanted along with their locations, and Satan was tasked with retrieving them. Lucifer would have taken it upon himself, but Lord Diavolo needed him to compile reports for an urgent last-minute meeting. That meant he had no choice but to assign one of his brothers to the task, and though he was loath to admit it, Satan was really the most reliable option. Mammon would undoubtedly steal some of your things to attempt to sell them, Levi and Belphie were out for obvious reasons, Asmo would probably go through your closet and drawers and post everything to Devilgram, and Beel would empty your kitchen.

Naturally, Satan was affronted when Lucifer informed him how he was to spend his afternoon and argued, citing a distinct lack of consideration of his time and schedule and how huge an inconvenience this would be. Truth be told, it was entirely for show: Satan was intrigued and thrilled at the prospect of seeing your home, especially your room. A person's room said a lot about them. Sure, he was intimately acquainted with your room in the devildom, but really it was only just starting to become yours rather than just the room you were staying in. In contrast, now he'd get to see the room you'd lived in for years, that you'd arranged and decorated and filled with things that you chose, everything coming together to paint a unique picture of you: your habits, your hobbies, your tastes. Yes, Satan was eager to say the least, but he wasn't about to let Lucifer know that.

The portal had deposited him in what appeared to be your living room. It looked much as he had anticipated, and as he surveyed the room, an array of pictures on one wall caught his eye. He approached them for a closer look, and to his satisfaction found it was a collection of family photos, many of which featured younger versions of you. He couldn't help a chuckle as his eyes fell on a baby picture of you having a bath, conveniently censored with a washcloth. He snapped a quick photo of it with his DDD, plus a few of some of the other photos, then turned his attention to the list.

Almost all of the items you wanted were located in your bedroom, aside from a few bathroom items and your favorite mug. Instead of any actual descriptive terms, next to "mug," you'd simply written "You'll know it when you see it." Interest piqued, he headed to the kitchen. Glass panels in the top cupboards removed the guesswork of which one contained the mugs, so he opened it and began perusing the surprising assortment your family had stowed. There were many novelty or souvenir mugs, ornately patterned ones, and some with humorous or snarky sayings, but none of them really struck him as befitting you. Then-

"Hello, what's this?" He reached into the back corner and withdrew a mug adorned with the original illustration of Alice talking to the Cheshire Cat from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, along with the quote "Well, I've often seen a cat without a grin,' thought Alice, 'but a grin without a cat is the most curious thing!" A closer examination showed that the cat seemed to be a slightly different color than the rest of the design. Curious, he moved to the faucet and ran the hot water. After deeming it hot enough, he filled the mug and waited. Sure enough, as he watched, the Chesire cat's body disappeared from the picture, leaving behind his smile.

Satan was elated! This alone was worth the trip. He found himself wearing a grin to match the pictured cheshire's as he dumped the water out and dried the mug, then carefully stowed it in the travel bag he'd brought to hold your things. It was enchanted to hold as much as he needed it to, as well as to ensure nothing would break or get damaged, but just to be safe he placed another spell on the mug itself to protect it.

As he moved toward your bedroom, a memory from early in your acquaintance came to mind:

You were staring at him again. This had been happening with great frequency as of late and was beginning to get on his nerves. He'd just finished discussing the most recent exam with the Devildom History professor; the fool had completely bungled the dates of the Brimstone Treatise, and while it was a more obscure event, wasn't accuracy part of this demon's job? But, ever the gentleman, he kept his polite smile on his face all through the infuriating conversation and now presently turned this smile to you.

"Is something the matter, MC?"

For a moment you just kept staring, your head cocked slightly to the side. Satan's irritation was on the verge of morphing into flat-out anger when you finally responded.

"You're a Cheshire cat."

That was unexpected. He managed to keep his smile in place despite his suprise, but just barely. "I beg your pardon?"

"I can't help but think of the Cheshire cat when I see you. I've watched you with plenty of different individuals, in all kinds of situations- flirting, debating, ordering, teaching- and you've always got that smile. If I didn't know any better, I'd bet it would remain if you vanished...which makes me wonder: how would you look without it?" You gave him a small half-smile, then grabbed your schoolbag and left the classroom. 

Ironically enough, that's when the carefully crafted smile fell from his face.

That interaction was a bit of a turning point in how he saw you. If you actually wanted to see his genuine expressions, then it wouldn't be a stretch to assume you wanted to know what he actually thought. And if that was the case, then couldn't it also be hypothesized that you cared what he thought? And so, he decided maybe it might be worthwhile to test his hypotheses. For research.

At the door to your bedroom, he paused with his hand on the knob. Why did he suddenly feel nervous? How odd. He took a deep breath to settle himself, then opened the door.

The room was in dissarray. Not messy per se, but perhaps a somewhat organized chaos, not too unlike his own room without the towering stacks of books. No sooner had he thought this than he felt his foot bump something. Looking down, he saw that a small stack of books had tipped onto his shoe. As he bent to right them, he discovered no less than four more book stacks of varying heights near your bed, with another five books stashed underneath the bed, nevermind the two large bookcases you had, both completely full. He let out a loud laugh at his discovery, only for it to turn into a gasp when he heard a plaintive "Meow!"

How could he have forgotten?! He knew you had a cat; he'd seen pictures and heard stories about it. He'd just gotten so caught up in his other discoveries about you. But there on your bed, curled up on what appeared to be an over-sized nightshirt was your cat, blinking at him blearily.

"Did I wake you? My apologies. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you."

The cat stretched and sniffed Satan's offered hand, then meowed and gave it a lick. Satan sat on the bed next to the cat, making a mental note as he did so that your mattress here was a bit softer than the one you had in the House of Lamentation. The cat got up and climbed into Satan's lap, sniffing his jacket.

"I brought new smells with me, didn't I? You probably smell MC on me, too, don't you? Yes, MC and I are very.......good friends." he finished lamely.

To be honest, he wasn't entirely sure what term fit the two of you currently. You'd gone on dates and flirted often, but he didn't think you two were considered a couple. He wanted to be, and if the brushes of fingers and lingering gazes were any indication, so did you.

Your cat started purring loudly while Satan scratched its chin. "MC says you always slept with them. That's probably why you're curled up on their pajamas, isn't it?"

He glanced over at the nightshirt and had to smile again. Now that your cat had moved, he could see the design: a person sitting on top of a stack of books, reading, with the caption "So many books, so little time."

He held his bedroom door open, granting you entry. Technically, you'd been inside a few other occasions, but they were very brief instances. This was the first time you were able to actually gawk and really take in the sheer magnitude of books Satan had. Staring at the towers the many stacks formed, you moved forward slowly, so thankfully you managed to catch yourself before toppling one. Satan turned his back to you and rolled his eyes, waiting for the inevitable remark about the clutter and precariousness of the state of his room that everyone seemed to feel obligated to make upon spending more than a few moments inside. When it didn't come he turned to look at you.

"You're not going to say anything about my too many books or how I choose to house them?" he asked with some impatience.

You didn't even glance at him, still staring around his room with a look of awe and reverence. You gave an appreciative little nod. "I get it."

He felt warmth creeping into his face and had to turn away again.

Satan shook his head with a small smile. You got it, indeed. Slowly looking around your room again, much the same way you had done in his, he was suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to see you. Best to not take too much time so that he could return to the House of Lamentation about the time you'd be finishing your tasks for the day.

He looked down at your cat, reluctant to lose the feline's company. After some quick mental math, he determined he could allow himself three minutes to indulge himself. Once the three minutes were up, he heaved a deep sigh and gently picked the cat up and placed it back on your bed, then set about gathering the rest of the items you had listed......and some you hadn't: all of your books were put in the bag. Even if you didn't necessarily wish to have them, Satan intended to borrow them. As he collected the items he made sure to give your cat a scratch or a pet every time he passed it. He was sorely tempted to bring the cat with him, but you had foreseen that and had emphasized in no less than three places on the list, in all caps and with ample exclamation points every time: "LEAVE THE CAT!!!!!!!!!" Honestly, he still may have brought it had he not had the realization that if he did, the cat would undoubtedly monopolize your cuddling. While you and Satan may not have been quite to the point of cuddling, he did not wish to make it any harder upon himself to get there, nor could he help the mild jealousy that arose.

Finally finished, he sent Barbatos a text saying he was ready, gave the cat a final scratch and bid it goodbye, and walked into the portal that opened a moment later. A small, sincere smile stole across his face at the thought of returning to you.

[princessasmosprincess]

The Sleepover

Part 2

Summary: RAD exams are rough, you go to

Levi's room for a little comfort.

Pairing: Leviathan × GN Reader/MC, demon

brothers

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None.

***

As the brothers dispersed to make preparations for the sleepover, Levi went to his closet door and hesitated. Was this the right moment to give you his gift? With one cursory glance back at your sleeping form, he decided to do it. In the back of his closet, hidden behind his matching Ruri-Chan cosplays for the two of you was a pink sheep plush he’d sewn by hand. It had a little orange bow with a bell around its neck, his color, you'd said once. He hoped you would like it.

He’d planned on giving it to you on your birthday or one of the big Human World holidays you’d miss because of the RAD exchange program. But now was the right moment. He slowly slipped the plush toy under your arm, watching to make sure you wouldn't wake.

“Don’t worry, they won’t wake up for a while,” said Belphie. He’d already made himself at home on Levi’s beanbag chair and was currently stroking your hair over the side of the tub. “They’re dreaming.”

Of course, Belphie’s dream powers. He could trap anyone in a dream as long as he focused on them. Normally this would be a terrifying experience for the dreamer, but since Belphie loved you, as did all of the brothers, he would make it a good dream. One to chase your worries away.

Your face finally looked relaxed under Belphie’s spell. The lines of worry were smoothed out and the smallest of smiles graced your lips. Levi only wished he’d had such a useful power. He couldn’t exactly make it rain indoors or summon Lotan and expect that to comfort you.

But then again, you'd chosen to go to his room first. That had to count for something.

“What are they dreaming about?” Levi asked, his eyes not leaving your sleeping face.

Belphie smirked, “Wouldn’t you like to know, Water Boy.”

Levi rolled his eyes. He knew his youngest brother just loved keeping this little secret. He had to distract himself or he was going to end up getting overwhelmed with jealousy. He turned the tv on to your favorite anime series. It was a slice-of-life romantic comedy that you’d seen approximately a hundred times. It was a bit of a normie show for his taste but he knew it was your favorite.

Asmo held the door open for Lucifer and Mammon, who had returned from the attic, their arms full with blankets, pillows, and futons.

“Lean the futons against the wall,” said Lucifer. “We have to clear the floor first.”

Levi joined them, not wanting them to ruin his careful organization. He had a system.

Asmo skipped over to the bathtub, a basket of nail and skincare supplies in one hand, and your comfiest pajamas in the other.

“Keep them asleep for me, Belphie, so I can dress them in their cute jammies.” Asmo began unbuttoning your RAD jacket.

“Ain’t happening,” Mammon said, pulling back his arm to throw a volume of manga at Asmo. Lucifer grabbed it before he could.

“They can change when they wake up.” Lucifer said.

“Ugh fine,” Asmo pouted. After tossing the pajamas into Belphie’s lap, he slipped a bunny ear headband over your head to push your hair out of your face. He then pulled out a soft washcloth, holding it out to Levi who was kneeling on the floor nearby, scooping up some manga magazines. “Levi, if you will…?”

Levi produced a tiny rain cloud over the handkerchief, dampening it with cool, clean water.

“Thank you!” Asmo gently cleaned your face with the handkerchief. After he applied toner and a sheet mask, he got to work on your nails, choosing your favorite color in a shade perfect for your skintone.

Satan and Beel were the next to arrive. Satan had a small stack of dvds in his hands.

“22 meals are on their way from Hell’s Kitchen,” Beel said proudly.

“Beel, there’s only eight of us.” said Asmo.

“I know.”

“It was going to be 50 but I managed to talk him into ordering less. I thought the succubus working the cash register was going to cry when she heard how many orders we needed.” Satan set the dvds down on a side table. “I brought a few of MC’s favorite movies. I thought we could watch one of them together when they wake up.”

“I think I’m gonna make some popcorn for everyone, maybe some snacks too,” said Beel. “Does anyone need anything while I’m out?”

“Can you bring my weighted blanket from our room? The purple, lavender scented one.” Belphie asked. “And make sure you don’t eat all the snacks before you get here, ok Beel?”

“I won’t eat them if it’s for MC,” Beel resolved.

Satan joined his older brothers in clearing the floor. The four of them had all the manga and games reshelved in no time.

“Ya know, we should make a blanket fort like I hear they do in the Human World.” said Mammon.

“It is a popular sleepover tradition there,” Satan agreed.

Lucifer took an appraising glance around the room. “I don’t know how they do it in the Human World, but there’s enough space now to do a simple levitation spell to suspend the blankets, provided it’s ok with Levi.” He looked to the third born.

Levi shrugged. “As long as it doesn't disturb Henry or MC.”

“I think we can manage that.” said Lucifer, he began rolling up the rug on the floor. “Mammon, go gather a few more sheets and blankets. Satan, you’ll help me with the spell.”

As the sleepover preparations continued, Asmo finished with your nails and moved on to complete your skincare routine. He peeled the sheet mask off your face and, glancing around to see no one was looking, he gave you a quick kiss on the forehead.

Your eyes fluttered open.

“Oh, MC!” Asmo exclaimed, “You woke up after my kiss just like Sleeping Beauty! Does that mean I’m your handsome prince?”

“Nah, that just means Belphie fell asleep.” said Mammon kicking the door closed, his arms full of blankets.

Sure enough, Belphie was snoring, his hand still tangled in your hair, the dream spell he had put you under was broken.

You sat up and peered over the side of the tub.

“What’s all this for?”

Satan and Lucifer were actually working together, crawling on the floor with their sleeves rolled up, drawing a magic circle in chalk. Beel was coming through the door, a huge bowl of popcorn in his hands, his arms balancing a ton of snacks. You caught sight of your newly polished nails.

“We wanted to help you feel better,” said Levi.

You were speechless.

“Mammon, Levi, start spreading out the first blanket,” said Lucifer as the magic circle began to glow.

They were doing this all for you. You could feel the tears starting to flow again. You were so loved in this house.

“Try not to cry, dear,” said Asmo as he patted some night cream into your skin, “We don’t want you to become dehydrated.”

You let Asmo finish his ministrations and then you went to change into your pajamas in Levi’s closet. By the time you returned, the blanket fort was done, illuminated by some string lights Mammon found in the attic and Belphie’s mini star projector. The brothers had spread the futons out on the floor

One dinner, two movies in, and many snacks later, you found yourself in the center of a cuddle pile. Asmo and Mammon clung to either side of you while Beel and Belphie used your thighs as pillows. Somehow Lucifer had managed to grab hold of one of your hands, and Satan was curled up like a cat by your head. They were all asleep.

You extracted yourself from the cuddle pile without waking anyone up, you were going to grab yourself a drink of water when you noticed Levi was separated from the group. He was sitting on his beanbag, playing something on his portable game system.

You plopped down on the beanbag chair next to him, slipping your arm through his. You felt him stiffen a little but you didn't let go.

“How come you’re all the way up here?” you asked.

“Needed a little space.”

“Oh…” You started to move back, not wanting to bother him.

“No, that’s n-not what I m-m-meant. I didn't n-need sp-space from you,” Levi stammered. “Stay, please.”

“Ok,” You snuggled into him, laying your head on his shoulder. He hoped you couldn't hear how fast his heart was pounding.

The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, just looking up the projected constellations. The room was silent except for his brothers’ gentle snoring.

You finally broke the silence, “Was this you?” You held up the sheep plushie.

“Yeah,” he said. “I made it myself.”

“I knew it!” You squeezed the plushie to your chest and Levi felt his heart clench. “Thank you. For everything.”

He turned to look at you, “I didn't really do anything. The sleepover was Asmo’s idea.”

“But you let us use your room, I know how much you value your privacy and how you dislike 'normie things’ like sleepovers.”

Levi could feel himself blushing. You noticing the smallest things about him affected him so deeply. “It’s ok once in a while.”

“And you did so much more for me than this,” you said, recalling how he’d held you when you cried. He didn't demand anything from you. He didn't try to come up with a solution right away. He just let you cry. He would never know how much you needed that. “Thank you so much.”

“I– it was nothing.”

“Not to me.”

You entwined your fingers with his and the two of you fell asleep on the beanbag chair together, still gazing at the stars.

***

Cross-posted on AO3

[nelladivinita]

It’s okay!! No need to be sorry :3c

And yes I agree with him being less emotional to your needs and his own; like it’s just a headspace of worship and giving himself to his dark lord. Maybe he’s always just felt a little bit detached from himself whenever he puts the paint on, but the intimacy of you helping him put it on changes something almost? It’s like a form of private worship together with Satan, and it’s like something shifts in him? Daskjf feel free to let me know if none of this makes sense whatsoever but! I love the idea of how the addition of you in the equation of him being papa touches something in him. Not necessarily like, a ‘touching way’ kind of touch, but like you mentioned of just ritualistic and animalistic side of him; it feels so much more personal and intense in a way that brings him pleasure vs the detachment he felt before. 

And the comedown from it? You two develop a sort of ‘aftercare’ routine for the two of you when he ‘comes back to you’. I’m again feral over the idea of helping him unwind and wiping off his paint for him; but like imagine intimate moments when it’s the two of you after a ritual or something, and you lead him into the bathroom, the water already running and the room filling with the aroma of essential oils; lavender maybe. It’s lit with low candle lights that flicker gently, whispering to each other as you help each other undress. You love helping him out of his clothes, unbuttoning each button and stripping him of the man he is at the altar until it’s just you and him. Likewise, he helps you out of your clothes as well, pressing soft kisses against your skin as he peels each layer off you; lips brushing against some ticklish spots occasionally and curling upward when you try to stifle your giggles. 

The two of you settle into the tub with you straddling him in his lap facing him so you gently begin the process of breaking him down, using a soft washcloth to wipe off streaks of paint. It’s around here where the ‘aftercare’ helps him the most; of settling back into his own skin. Sometimes you murmur softly to each other, sometimes it’s quiet with just the sounds of water and gentle splashes. When the two of you eventually finish getting clean, he usually pulls you into his lap against him, burying his face into your wet hair sometimes, breathing in the soft and fresh scent of your shampoo. You let him stay like that until he’s ready.  (SORRY THIS GOT A BIT LONG)

-loveletter anon <3

Don't apologize for the length it's okay!! I loved reading this you're a wonderful writer! You're great at portraying atmosphere I felt physically like, warm and like I was there which is such a cliche thing to say but I felt it enough to say it and actually mean it !!! eheheh

I love what you said about your presence bringing him comfort rather than detachment because I think canonically that is what Secondo really needed. He felt so used, stifled, controlled by his church, that to imagine him as disillusioned when looking in the mirror and understanding that despite his devotion to Satan and to his efforts to spreading messages against shame and for personal autonomy, he himself still lacks those things feels so true to his character. But the way you care for him is so grounding that it helps him remember why he does all of this, and that maybe through him things really can change within the clergy and outside of it <3 it really is achievable, and that fact enough is what he needs to keep going. He could also benefit from words of reassurance - that you see an end in sight for his monumental plans for the church, that you notice the details he misses looking at a crowd as opposed to the individual followers that you maybe mingle with person to person. He loves hearing your stories from followers about how he's doing <3

I love the idea of aftercare for Secondo a lot :,)) I feel like he's the Papa that gets the least softness?? It's always rough and aggressive and he's always the one giving more delicate affection but never receiving and the man needs warmth too!!!!!! So anyway you end up in bed together and he's lying on top of you holding you around your waist and you're hugging his head and maybe rubbing his neck and kissing him all over his scalp, scratching it softly, you can feel him get the kind of goose bumps that make him chuckle and rumble - he Does kiss you back! on the soft skin of your stomach, but he's just SO TIRED that it doesn't last very long; maybe a few red marks from him sucking softly at you just to hear you laugh, but eventually he just relaxes and sinks onto you, (so heavy!) but you don't mind because when he finally falls asleep you swear you can see him as a young man, long before the church took him away from himself and he's just so pure and kind and hopeful for a bright future for himself and for the clergy and for the two of you <3

[devildomdisaster]

Idk if you read Lore Olympus but chapter 129 gave me an angsty request idea.

So Persephone, who’s the goddess of spring, goes into a hibernation-like state and when her emotions go out of control, she ends up growing her hair really long and her body sprouts a lot of plants from her; to the point of covering her and whatever area she’s in with her plants.

So I would like to request head cannons of the Brothers reacting to an MC who gets really sad whenever the brothers insult or threaten them and after several weeks of being berated by demons it causes MC to shut down and go to their room but mistakes a comfort spell with a plant curse that causes their hair and plants to grow continuously long. The plants fill up MC’s room and while they would normally be surprised at the mistake, they don’t care any more. They allow the plants to to grow, even wrap around their neck and body, and hopes the curse kills them off before the brothers notice as they go in the “hibernation” stage of the curse (The curse causes the victim to grow a lot of plants and vines from their body until they die, which can take a few days).

I’m sorry for being so long and descriptive, I just wanna see the Bros panic and feel guilty that MC felt pushed to do this to themselves but I understand if you don’t want to do it

I don't read Lore Olympus but you described the situation really well so I hope this is something close to what you wanted.

Comfort spell gone wrong

Lately, nothing seemed to be good enough for the demons. No matter what you did one of them would find something to berate you for.

“Mc, your grades are subpar even for an exchange student. You’ll have to try harder in order to not be a disappointment to Diavolo and myself.” Lucifer warned over breakfast.

“Mc, you burned dinner. You should learn to be a better cook.” Beel grumbled. As if you had ever seen any of these ingredients before ending up in the Devildom.

Even Mammon seemed to be in a particularly unpleasant mood. A never-ending string of complaints about how hard it is to protect an ordinary human. “Geez, you’re such a hassle human.”

Taking refuge in the library to study and to give Mammon a break from you proved disastrous and nearly deadly. Somehow you’d managed to spill your cup of tea all over an old somewhat rare text after Asmo had barged in and startled you. Your string of bad luck continued when Satan rounded the corner and saw the soggy tea-stained pages you’d been trying to decipher. In his fit of rage, he’d called you several unpleasant names and asked if you were “capable of doing anything right or if all humans are as stupid as you?” You’d left as quickly as you were able to avoid any more of his wrath.

No matter where you went you kept walking in on Belphie napping and without fail he’d say something nasty to you, that would make tears burn the backs of your eyes.

Levi had angrily called you a “useless normie,” who he wished would “never come back.” and had pushed you from his room with a slam of his door.

Even Asmo who usually just ignored you when he was upset found every reason imaginable to critique your every aspect. Physical and personality. Not a single one of which made you feel any more than worthless.

So was it any wonder when at the end of a long week you’d locked yourself in your room and decided to try that comfort spell you’d heard Solomon talking about? It seemed simple enough. But then your tears had blurred your vision as you’d recited the words and your Latin was still shaky at best. But it was just a few lines! And there was no way you were going to go to one of the brothers for comfort when they had seemed perfectly happy to make you miserable for the last few weeks.

You’d read the spell aloud and curled up hoping that the spell would kick in and you’d feel even just the slightest bit better. The blinding green light and sudden drop in energy was the first and only warning the spell had gone wrong. But being new to magic meant it still sapped your energy, so you didn’t stop to think something might be wrong. By the time you realized what was happening, everything was out of control. Plants had begun to sprout from your skin and the floor around you, growing and growing. With each inch they grew you felt your exhaustion creep up and consume you. You were just so tired. Your eyes fluttered closed. This was wrong! You forced your eyes open again. You need to fix this. The spell! But a short nap wouldn’t hurt, would it? You’d have more energy after you woke up. Then you could go get one of the brothers. Satan would know how to fix this. Or Lucifer! He’d clean the spell up easily. Yes, after you woke up…

Lucifer hadn’t seen you all weekend. He figures you’re most likely studying. But you don’t show up for meals and none of his brothers have seen you either… and oh Diavolo! He can feel the spell from the dining room. How did he not notice sooner? The cold pulling sensation of the spell, like it was sucking the warmth and life from its surroundings.

When Lucifer reaches your door Mammon is already there. Knocking and shouting for you, but there's no answer. He all but breaks your door down, his brothers behind him, and finds you at the center of the spell. Unresponsive and covered in the plants using your energy to grow. The plants had begun climbing up the walls and twisting through your hair, sending out snow-white flowers.

“Beel! Don’t!” Lucifer warns as Beel reaches out to pull a handful of plants from you. “We don’t know what did this and what will happen to Mc if we just rip the spell off like that.”

“Lucifer, Mc did this to themself,” Satan points to the open spellbook. “It looks like they got a comfort spell mixed up.”

Fortunately, your last tired thoughts were correct and Lucifer is able to break the spell quickly. You wake surrounded by the brothers.

Lucifer:

All this happened for a comfort spell? Because you didn’t feel like you could come to him, to any of them?

He’s so sorry Mc. Enough that as he leans down to pick you up out of the mess of withering plants you can feel tears fall onto your face.

“Nothing I did was good enough for you Lucifer. Any of you. I just wanted to feel… I just wanted-”

His heart breaks when he realizes this is his brother’s fault, his fault. “You are always good enough, Mc. Much more than I could ever ask you to be, and if I ever made you feel like you weren't. No, the fact that I made you feel like you weren’t, means I have been truly terrible.”

You’re choking back your own tears now and you curl further into his arms as he carries you down the hall. “You said I was a disappointment.”

“My dear Mc, you have never been, nor could you ever be a disappointment to me. Forgive me for ever making you feel as if you were.”

Lucifer takes you to his bathroom and draws you a bath to wash away the last of the plant matter from your body.

Afterward, he’ll bring you anything you ask for. He wants to wrap you in his arms but doesn’t want to push you, so he asks softly if he can hold you.

He’ll spend weeks trying to make this up to you, even after you forgive him, he’ll be sure to tell you how much he loves you more often than he did before.

Mammon:

Shit human! Why didn’t you come to him? He loves you so much and oh. He made you feel like a burden.

How could he be so stupid when he knows how his brothers make him feel?

Mammon begs for your forgiveness in front of all his brothers.

“Please can ya forgive me? I never meant to make ya feel like a burden. You're the only human I- I want to protect you Mc. I’m so sorry.”

Mammon helps you up and since your room is covered in plants he offers to let you sleep in his room for the night.

He wraps you in blankets and brushes the hair from your face with trembling fingertips.

There are still a few stubborn leaves sticking to your face and in your hair so Mammon takes a warm washcloth and wipes them from your face before gently untangling the plants from your hair.

You’ll be getting little gifts and tokens of mammon’s affections for the foreseeable future.

Levi:

He threw you out of his room when you came to him for comfort and the guilt at seeing you almost die because of it is eating him alive.

He feels frozen

Maybe you would be better off without an otaku shut-in like him. He starts avoiding you like the plague.

You start to think that Levi is so disgusted with the fact that you did that spell that he doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore.

Despite this Levi still checks up on you. He wants to know that you are ok, he just does it without you knowing.

He’ll ask his brothers about you and discreetly glance at you during meals to make sure you’re eating enough and look healthy.

A few days later when your favorite and manga anime start showing up outside your door you confront Levi. “Are you mad at me? Do you just not want to be around me after what happened? Levi, I miss you!”

He is shook, and he can’t believe he messed up so badly.

He’s happy that he can invite you to hang out again, and he makes sure to spend long nights gaming or watching movies with you until you fall asleep against him. He’ll even stutter out how much he treasures his time with you, blushing fiercely all the while.

Satan:

Satan feels anger swell up inside him. How could he have let this happen? How could no one have seen how upset you were?

Once the spell has been dissolved he is at your side instantly. Brushing vines from your skin. His fingers are shaking in anger but his touch is so gentle.

When both you and your room are cleaned up Satan sits at your bedside, book in hand, reading to you.

He just wants to be close to you now. He wants you to know how much he cares about you but is still too worked up to get his thoughts out properly.

Eventually, his thoughts calm and he stops reading in the middle of a sentence. “Mc, I am so sorry. I never meant to make you feel unwanted. Every day I spend with you is infinitely better than a day without you. I know the spell was a mistake but… we almost lost you. I almost lost you.”

He wants to talk about what pushed you to do this. He won’t push but he really does think that he will be better able to help you if he understands.

Satan makes sure to spend more time with you from now on. He makes a conscious effort to check his temper at the door and be with you when you need him.

Sometimes he’ll just read to you until one of you confides in the other in quiet voices.

Asmo:

As you blink your eyes open Asmo gently brushes some plants from your cheek.

You are so pale and his heart breaks as you flinch away from him. You feel like a mess and you know you must look like one too so curl your body away from him trying to hide. Trying to avoid his critical gaze.

This is the moment Asmo knows he screwed up.

He draws his hand back, for a moment, before reaching out to you again. Cupping your cheek and wiping your tears away with perfectly manicured hands.

Lucifer has him take you to his bathroom to clean up while the rest of the brothers work to clear the plants from your room.

Asmo is quiet for a long while as he untangles plants from your hair.

“You’re so loved, Mc,” he says softly. “You are.” he insists when you shake your head no.

“More than you could ever know, and it’s our fault for not telling you. My fault for not making you feel worthy.”

After this incident, Asmo wants to make sure you know how beautiful you are. He starts self-care days once a week that soon turn into whole family affairs. Each week different combinations of his brother attend and you all work to pamper each other.

Asmo makes sure nothing like this happens again, he never wants to be part of the reason you feel unloved ever again.

Beel:

At first, Beel thinks you did this on purpose. Once the brothers realize you messed up the spell he is less angry but no less distraught.

Once you wake up, he wants to take you to get desserts. He’s heard humans eat Chocolate/ other sweets to feel better. And this makes sense to him, food does make everything better.

But you don’t want to go to Madam Screams or the kitchen to make your own. You’re still so tired. Not to mention embarrassed that you screwed the spell up this bad.

And now they are all staring at you like they care so much when none of them had any time to notice how they were making you feel before.

When you become unresponsive to the brother’s questions and apologies Beel scoops you up in his arms and walks away with you.

Something about the way he holds you close to his chest and his warmth causes you to finally let go.

You bury your face in his shirt to muffle your crying.

“I just… I felt so alone! And… I...but no one” you gasp out shakily between sobs.

Beel soothes you with soft murmuring as he gently cards his fingers through your hair and strokes down your back.

Once your crying quiets he starts to speak “Don’t do that again. You can always come to me Mc. I’m so sorry you felt like you couldn’t”

Belphie:

Belphie thinks it’s a joke at first. “Man, how could they mess up this bad?”

Then he sees Lucifer’s panicked expression and it hits him how serious this is.

Belphie is immediately by your side. Hands frantically feeling your wrist for a pulse.

After Lucifer breaks the spell and your eyes flutter open Belphie is filled with relief until a wave of guilt washes through him.

He can’t believe he fucked up so badly again. Sure this time he didn’t directly cause you physical harm, but he did play a role in causing you to almost die again.

“I am so very sorry Mc, I never meant to hurt you.”

He does everything he can think of to make it up to you. Anything you ask him for, as long as it’s within his power, is yours. No questions asked.

He asks permission just to hold your hand for weeks afterward as if he thinks you’ll come to your senses and decide you don’t want anything to do with him.

He wants to comfort you so bad.

To make sure you don’t feel like this again Belphie pulls you away to nap with him as often as he can get away with it. Most likely only a few times a week (much less often than he would like). Sometimes he uses this time just to talk with you. Others you really do nap, and Belphie curls himself around you. Occasionally he enters your dreams while you nap together to make sure no nightmares can touch you.

[talesfromlove]

brothers' reaction to... → mc getting sick

lucifer —

a sigh and a remark of how you need to take better care of yourself but he still tries to take care of you in between work

brings you soup, tea, juice, anything you need that will help you

he asks diavolo to order some human world medicine as he isn't sure how you'll handle devildom medicine

comes in with ice packs, hot water bottles, tissues, etc.

insists you get plenty of rest

assures you that you don't have to worry about missing your classes and that diavolo also insists that you take time to get better

runs a bath for you to help soothe your aching body

he cuddles and comforts you when you ask

when you get irritable, he offers to give you space and asks if you need anything else

overall just very caring, even if he's a little stern. but he's just worried

mammon —

"you humans are so helpless, you get sick so easily"

"but don't worry, the Great Mammon will take care of ya!"

pretends he's bothered and annoyed but he's actually super worried and sad you're sick

fluffing your pillows, tucking you in tightly, feeding you himself even though you're perfectly capable

constantly asking how you're feeling

checking your temperature every 10 seconds

watches movies and cuddles with you

talks about how as your first, he deserves to take care of you

snaps at his bros if they try to bother you

he really does care and wants you to get better because he likes to see you happy and healthy

leviathan —

panics and worries about you because he's used to demon colds and not human ones so he assumes the worst until you reassure him it's nothing serious

instantly camps out in your room and brings all his anime, manga, movies and games to help distract you

looks up recipes from your favorite anime so he can make the food for you to cheer you up

has medicine, cough drops, and vitamin gummies

totally would absolutely cosplay as a nurse if you asked, but he'll be super shy and flustered about it

(nurse joy cosplay when)

satan —

looks up all sorts of remedies to see which ones help you best

also cooks for you

finds a really good tea recipe and brews it for you

sits at your bedside and lays with you

sometimes he reads to you

sneaks in a cat or two so they can cuddle with you

takes the time to ask more about the human body and wants to learn how different you are from demons

kicks anyone out of your room — especially lucifer — if they try to bug you

collects all the schoolwork you missed out on and helps you finish them so you don't fall behind

asmodeus —

immediately busts into the room with washcloths, pain killers, eye masks and nail polish

he can't cook, but he will order in your favorites

has you rest a hot towel over your eyes so they're not sore from the congestion in your sinuses

when you're not using that, he has you put on an eye mask

does your nails to comfort you

puts your hair up in a ponytail or bun so it's not in your face

absolutely runs a bath for you with his favorite soaps and bath salts

he even lets you use his bathtub

cuddles with you

helps you feel better with online shopping and telling you how cute you'd look in certain clothes

gossips with you and just tries his best to lift your spirits

beelzebub —

his immediate instinct is to bring food like everyone else, but he goes overboard and brings in loads of it

is super saddened when your appetite is smaller than usual but still helps you eat

brings you sports drinks and water

absolutely a cuddle monster. you need a crowbar to pry him off of you

worries about you but he knows you'll be okay

double checking your temperature

wraps you in a blanket burrito

watches movies and shows with you

a super sweetie who just wants you to feel better

belphegor —

drops into your bed and cuddles you

you two end up napping a lot

soothing bubble baths with more cuddling

brings you stuff if you need it

lets you use his cow pillow if you want to

always in demon form so when you cuddle, his tail wraps around your leg comfortingly

checking to make sure you're not too warm

blanket nests are a must

doesn't complain at all because it gives you the excuse to cuddle him all day

makes lucifer mad that he skips out on his responsibilities but that's a bonus for him

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[astaroth1357]

How the Brothers Wake Up the MC

And now the adjusting to my new life begins! Even this took me some time to do because my mind/body is trying to get accustomed to all the new sights and sensations around me. So many naps... I started like 5 WIPs and can’t seem to finish them yet, so please be patient with me. I’m sure my mojo will come back as soon as I’m more at home with this place. Probably.

Lucifer

Normally: Usually wakes up before they do so he rouses them gently by tapping their shoulder and whispering their name. A fairly pleasant wake-up.

In Urgency: That tapping on their shoulder becomes a pretty violent shaking and he’s now barking their name rather than whispering… Such a pity...

To Be Sweet: Stays in bed with them, pulls them close while pressing a kiss onto their forehead and cheeks. Moves down to their lips once he notices them stirring.

To Be An Ass: 100% the kind of guy to get an ice-cold washcloth and flop it on the back of their neck if he has to. Does it to Mammon all the time.

Mammon

Normally: “Oi MC!! Up and att’em!!” Loud. Very loud. Pulls on their arms until they’re sitting up. A very obnoxious wake-up...

In Urgency: Even LOUDER, sometimes he’ll even kick open their door if he has to. Literally yanks them out of bed and starts dragging them along, their thoughts on the matter be damned.

To Be Sweet: If he’s laying next to them, he’ll suddenly pull them on top of him and tickle/cuddle them awake. If he’s not in the bed, he’ll crawl in next to them and whisper cute nonsense in their ear until they shut him up with a kiss.

To Be An Ass: Jumps on the bed and pelts them with pillows.

Leviathan

Normally: Very reluctant to actually wake them up so he’ll just let them sleep more often than not. If they want to get up with Levi around, they’ll just have to set an alarm to do it.

In Urgency: Very insistent shaking and whispers. If they’re a really heavy sleeper then he may pull them up with his tail while squishing their cheeks until they open their eyes.

To Be Sweet: Cuddles them close and buries his face in their chest or shoulder while murmuring their name again and again. May try to press a kiss or two on their neck or cheek if he’s feeling daring, but then the heat from his cheeks alone will definitely do the rest of the work for him.

To Be An Ass: Unplugs his headphones to whatever he’s playing and lets them wake up to the blaring sounds of monstrous roars and/or gunfire.

Satan

Normally: Very gentle with them, usually takes one of their hands and kisses their knuckles while stroking their cheek. Practically a fairytale wake-up, really.

In Urgency: Doesn’t so much as wake them as he just picks them up and starts carrying them wherever they need to be. If it’s an emergency, Satan has little patience to spare. Get up. Now.

To Be Sweet: His normal wake-up is already sweet but turns that up to eleven when he actually gets talking. Sweet nothings for days, all purred in that soothing tenor of his...

To Be An Ass: Has woken them up by flipping over the mattress before, but will only do so when supremely peeved.

Asmodeus

Normally: Wouldn’t dare ruin someone’s beauty sleep! He lets them wake up naturally whenever possible. If he must wake them then he does so as gently as possible, maybe even using strong but nicely scented smelling salts.

In Urgency: Yeaaah screw all that natural wake-up crap. If he has to get them up quick he’s loud and forceful, right behind Mammon. If he’s getting them up this way then ought to be for a very good reason, so don’t take it personally if he gets a little snippy.

To Be Sweet: Litters their face in kisses and ghosts his fingertips over their sides just feel them and give a bit of a tickle. Lots of giggling and nuzzles throughout.

To Be An Ass: Very rarely wakes them up this way, but will sometimes play a very raunchy song on his phone and put it up to their ear just to see if he can get them to wake up all blushy.

Beelzebub

Normally: As kind to them as he tends to be with Belphie, just with more success. Light shakes to the shoulder and says their name, but not too loud. Pretty standard, but not a terrible wake-up.

In Urgency: Another one to just pick them up and carry them. If they need a change of clothes, he’ll snag that too, but changing can happen later. Moving happens now. He’s at least kind enough not to shock them awake in the process...

To Be Sweet: Brings them breakfast in bed and waves the food under their nose until they wake up. May kiss them too to speed the process along (or else he’ll eat it all himself).

To Be An Ass: Never. … Well, his stomach may wake them up if he gets too hungry, but that’s hardly his fault now is it?

Belphegor

Normally: Pffffffffft…. Belphie wake them up? Wow, that’s a good one!! Get one thing straight, it’s normally the other way around and if he does have to wake them up he’ll just curl up in bed next to them. Get an alarm clock.

In Urgency: Grabs them by the foot and drags them out of bed. Sometimes has the courtesy to put a blanket or something under them so they don’t get a carpet burn but don’t hold your breath.

To Be Sweet: The sweetest he gets is just letting them sleep, sometimes he’ll trace their cheeks with his fingertips or leave soft pecks over their closed eyes but he never intends to wake them. His goal is to join them in bed soon enough, after all.

To Be An Ass: If they get to sleep and he doesn’t, he’ll feel jealous and bang on pots and pans to wake them up. Always meets their angry glare with a shit-eating grin on his face...

[kydrogendragon]

Mammon requests? 🥺 this boy deserves the world, please. if you're in the mood I could really use some soft Mammon in my life these days, some kinda fluff of him taking care of mc and/or his bros? 💕

This boy absolutely deserves the world <3

I've just finished getting over a cold, so that kinda inspired these. Hopefully this is kinda what you were thinkin'!

Mammon Caring for the HoL When They're Sick

The Devildom cold season only came every decade, but when it did, it came through hard. It started with a simple sniffle from Satan during breakfast one day. Not much was thought about it until it progressed to a cough at dinner. Within days, the residents in the House of Lamentation found themselves with runny noses, sore throats, and fevers as they all laid in their beds. Some were worse off than others. Asmo and Beel got off the lightest, only getting a stuffy nose and the occasional headache. Lucifer and MC got the worst of it, no doubt due to his overworking and MC's being human. The only one to escape falling ill at all was Mammon. On one hand, he was thrilled to not be bed-ridden for the next week or so, but on the other, he was now forced to play caretaker for six demons and a human.

Probably the most worried about you. You're a human after all! A human with a cold that usually only demons get.

Checks in on you every hour (if not more).

Refills your water bottle anytime it looks low, saying that ya gotta stay hydrated and that water makes ya feel better!

Stocks up on human world medicine curtesy of Diavolo and Barbatos and set multiple alarms on his DDD so he knew when you needed to take more meds. Definitely freaked himself out when he was reading the possible side-effects on the back of the boxes.

When he's not busy making rounds to the rest of his brothers, he'll sit next to your bed on the chair he pulled over. He'll trail a damp washcloth over your head to help the fever, give your feet a massage (if you ask nicely), or simply just keep you company while you ride out this cold.

Definitely hand-fed you for the first few days, fretting over you using up the little energy you already had.

If you guys are in a relationship or if you're comfortable with having him help you bathe, he'll definitely get a bath ready for you (and may or may not have nabbed a bath bomb if you'd like from Asmo's stash). He'll wash and rinse your hair for you, relishing in this gentle, domestic moment between the both of you.

Will 100% cuddle you to sleep if you'd like as well.

Trying to care for this man when he's sick should be its own level of Hell. He absolutely refuses any help, despite being bedridden.

Honestly, it was probably good that Mammon was the one to help because it would have been even more of a fight had it been anyone else.

Will accept being brought food and water, but still insists on working from bed. He tried to move back to his desk, but Mammon all but tied the man to his bed. Thankfully, Lucifer didn't have much energy to fight back.

He will openly admit that he appreciates Mammon being there to help. He'll say how much he appreciates the hard work Mammon is doing to help him and everyone else in the house and admits that he's thankful he can rely on Mammon to step up when he's down.

Mammon, of course, doesn't know how to handle the praise from his older brother and ends up gently shoving him food before leaving his room.

Mammon does relish in the fact that Lucifer is clearly proud of him and appreciates him in moments like this. It's a memory he'll look back on when he needs a pick-me-up in the future for quite a while.

Also absolutely sneaks sleeping pills into Lucifer's drinks so the man can get some rest for once in his life.

He's fairly easy to care for when he's sick. The man just does what he usually does most days, just from the confines of his own tub. Mammon just struggles with making sure he drinks and eats enough.

Levi gets pretty grumpy when his older brother drops in, interrupting whatever show he's watching or game he's playing at the time. Mammon just rolls his eyes and plops down on the edge of his tub as he forces Levi to drink some water and have at least a few bites of food.

Sometimes Mammon'll stick around for a bit and watch whatever Levi has on the screen. The otaku doesn't mind being alone most of the time, but when he doesn't have another choice, the bits of company that Mammon provides is always nice, even if he'll never say that out loud.

An absolute man-child when sick. He's worse than Lucifer when it comes to insisting that he isn't that sick and can totally continue his studies and work.

Mammon has had to literally force Satan to stay in his bed for longer than five minutes.

Eventually, his fever and fatigue get the better of him and he'll end up collapsing, leaving Mammon to wrangle him into bed and makes sure he gets some medicine into his system as well as food and water once he's more awake.

Mammon'll read to him when he's at his weakest, knowing that the fourth-born wouldn't ever ask it of him but would still want to continue his reading. He'll grumble, claiming that he'll have to re-read all these sections with how slow and strange Mammon's reading it, but is genuinely enjoying those moments. It reminds him of when Mammon used to read to him every night before bed.

This man definitely takes the longest to recover, since the moment he starts to feel a bit better, he'll over do it unless he's being watched and ends up making it all worse.

A fussy sick person. He definitely milks all the attention he can get out of it as he can, even if it's from Mammon. Plays up his fatigue so he can get everything handed to him in bed, whether its his DDD, food, water, or his skincare products.

Mammon rolls his eyes and grumbles, but hands him whatever he requests, no matter how simple it is. He also makes sure that Asmo's bathroom is fully stocked with towels since he knows Asmo likes to use a new washcloth for his skin care routine each morning and each evening.

Ended up helping Asmo do his makeup and hair a few days so he could still take Devilgram pics for his fans.

Probably, aside from MC or Satan (more due to necessity than anything), he spends the most time with Asmo, bringing him things or helping him with different tasks, all the while listening to Asmo rant and rave about every little thing.

Both of them appreciate the time they spend together since their busy schedules tend to keep them from talking this much at a time, usually.

If his appetite would decrease, then he'd easily be the easiest to take care of. Unfortunately, it's almost always the same, just with less variety. Mammon'll spend his nights batch cooking meals for everyone, but especially Beel.

There's always a large pot of soup on the stove whenever Beel's sick as well as multiple Fantasy Costco size containers of saltines and Devil Sprite at the ready. Usually, he just keeps a few boxes and containers in the Twin's room so Beel can grab them as needed.

Beel usually just texts him if he needs anything, which Mammon appreciates. Definitely the most patient of the brothers when he's sick.

Mammon'll spend time in the Twin's room, either playing a board or card game with them, or watching a movie to kill some time and rid them of some boredom. On one hand, if Beel gets sick, Belphie tends to as well just by proximity, so they can keep each other company, which is nice. But on the downside, it's another person that's sick.

Sometimes at night, if Beel can't fall asleep, Mammon will have Beel rest in his lap as he cards his fingers through his hair like he used to do when they were younger. It's almost always a surefire way to get Beel to fall asleep.

Kind of a brat when sick. He also gets really grumpy as well. He won't do anything as his energy levels will be too low to bother, but will complain about everything, from how his head hurts to the room being just a little too hot.

Asmo's fairly demanding for the sake of being lazy, but Belphie is demanding because he's very picky. Mammon'll spend way too long finding the perfect blanket that matches Belphie's requirements after the last five were either too thick, too thin, too soft, or too long.

Thankfully, he isn't a picky eater and drinks and eats a good amount, so Mammon doesn't have to worry about him in that regard.

He sleeps most of the time he's sick, which works well with helping him recover. He's typically the first to feel healthy again out of all of them. He'll help care for Beel once he's feeling better.

Mammon probably babies him more than he should at times, but he babies all of his brothers when they're down for the count like this, so it can't hurt too much.

Cuddles Belphie when he's sleeping at times. Won't ever tell Belphie so he doesn't get embarrassed, but he'll find Belphie's tail wrapped around him, keeping him close as they nap.