#like the mc so they have to play along without getting caught or else

[anxiously-going]

Maybe I'm not actually real.

[babyb1ues]

Xavier’s No Restraint

and when the string finally snaps.

“Young people don’t know how to cherish what they have.”

The concept of immortality is always a fascinating one. The dichotomy of life and death and what you lose and what you gain. What a long life strips from your soul and your understanding of the very same life you live.

Something about Xavier, he has learned to cherish–the hard way, I think. Modern humans, who get caught up in the windmill of life, a constant struggle, too busy, too tired, too distracted to live in the moment, sit back and take it in. Now, think about life, but without a clock ticking above your head, living in the blissfulness and unknownness of what it’s like to exist in borrowed time. No longer transient, unrepeatable. You take it for granted.

He went to explain himself as soon as possible. The meaning of his absence, pointed out by one of the targets, nonetheless. He’s got a habit of disappearing, everybody knows this. He’s worked alone for so long he’s become of secretive nature—relying on himself. But he’s got someone else now, and he knows he can’t just up and leave like he’s used to. If I remember correctly MC has called him out on this before, but this is no time and place to question him, so we get, “Why are you suddenly talking about this?” and maybe it’s because he’s embarrassed to admit it, and the wind gives a certain lightness to his words—carry them away after he’s delivered them, so he says then, “No reason.” But there’s always a reason.

He’s forced to come clean. I hesitate to call it a justification of his actions, it doesn’t feel quite right. I’d rather go for an understanding of his actions, he wants us to understand the reason for not just why he did what he did just now, but this specific pattern of his behavior, of his psychology—the disappearing without a trace, the nonchalant of his voice.

It’s like he wants to say If I leave is not because I choose to, not this time. And he doesn’t take it for granted, not this time. We know this to be true, to an extent. He knows we know. Nobody asked for an explanation, but he offers one, reaffirms it. Words are mere airflow unless you mean what you say.

One room. One bed.

He doesn’t mind sleeping outside. Outside. Where it’s a cold lobby and uncomfortable and probably noisy with the incoming rain. It’s not like he’s a stranger, he’d be let inside–he knows this too, that’s why he suggested it first. Xavier knows boundaries—to a goddamn fault, time and time again to the point it’s frustrating to watch. It’s like being scared of burning your hand. He hovers, hesitates, prods and pulls back. You know the fire would eat you up, but when all you’ve known is cold the warmth of a fire sounds alluring.

Xavier is shown to be on the edge of flirting with fire. It’s not the first time. The flame licks at his finger, dances around him, he lets it, only to later shut it down with a swiftness. This time it’s different though, there’s oil slowly dripping into the flame.

“...kneels in front of me, grasps my ankle, and takes off my high heels.”

And it’s him, he’s feeding into it when he knows he shouldn’t have.

“...leans against the edge of the table, shoulder to shoulder with me.”

But the light is too bright.

“Did you reconsider?”

Too warm.

“So I could have you all to myself.”

He prods with a finger. He asks if he’s your favorite.

And he can’t help himself.

The narrative reads “If we stayed there another second, a fire would’ve started.”

The card is called No Restraint, yet there’s a whole lot of restraint coming from him —all the time—so much that it damn nears aches, and it shows. Gazes caught lingering, hiding away yet still nudging a sleeping beast. He’s lying through his teeth, playing along with words he knows to be untrue, words that let him know that he is wanted. And he is wanting too.

He asks if you want to do something, before the rain stops. The weather has you hostage in this room with nowhere to go. It’s just you and him, and he needs to know, once again. He needs to know if you’re okay with it.

He’s at the edge of it, not fully engulfed. The liquid dripping down his temple transforms from water droplets of a shower to the moisture of his skin. He grabs the hand venturing towards his neck because it’s a game until it’s not. He parts his mouth, panting like he’s short of breath, as if he were fighting an internal battle.

“...I am trapped by something.”

The whisper of his name is enough to plunge him into the depths of it.

The flame bursts into a fire, and he lets himself be burned.

[otomiyaa]

Ticklish Zayne x MC / First-Person POV

Written for my dearest @ticklygiggles! I really wished to write something smutty and spicy but Zayne is too powerful, I couldn't! o.o Still I hope you will enjoy this fluffy drabble ^^

Summary: Part two of Zayne's exclusive tutorial, with some ticklish and escalations!

The billiard hall is tucked away in a corner on the club's second floor. It's still as secret and empty as when we came here. I am glad it is.

Once again, I'm using Zayne as my cue rest, and I smile as he looks back at me defiantly.

"Well? I'm afraid we don't have all night." Zayne sounds playful and impatient. For the past hour he has been teaching me how to play pool, in the most inappropriate, flirtatious way possible. To make me perform better, he even suggested a prize for the winner of the next round. And that prize motivated me to give everything I had, and actually won.

"Winner gets to do whatever they want with the other, was it?" Zayne repeats the prize as he lays before me, resting against the pool table.

I nod and poke him with my cue, right between his ribs. I notice the way he twitches.

"That's right, Dr. Zayne. You look like you don't mind it too much. Did you let me win on purpose, perhaps?" I ask, and I poke him again. He jumps at the touch and grabs the cue.

"No. I am just a good teacher," he argues. "So, what are you going to do to me?"

I grin. "I might kiss you." Now it's my turn to tease him.

I place the cue next to him and lean in. He closes his eyes, and our lips briefly touch. I can feel him move closer to me. The light touch of our lips must be unsatisfying to him, and I would have given him more. Really. But right now I have something else on my mind.

"A-ah!"

The sound Zayne makes the moment I slide my hands down and wiggle my fingers against his sides... that is what I am looking for.

"What was that?" I ask triumphantly.

"That tickles," Zayne answers. He's so honest. He either still doesn't notice I'm doing it on purpose, or he doesn't mind. I nod slowly and repeat the touch, digging my fingers slightly into his sides.

"Don't. Whahat are you doing?" Zayne asks, and I can hear he is holding back his giggles. I smirk playfully and start poking him.

"I am taking my prize, Dr. Zayne."

"Ahaha-n-no. P-prize? That's - !" Zayne sounds so giggly and breathless. He squirms and wriggles under my touch, but I press him firmly against the pool table and continue the playful tickle attack.

"Such a nice prize. It's rare to hear you laugh like this," I say teasingly.

"Dohohon't! Not there," Zayne yelps and he reaches for my hand. I am quick to avoid getting caught and scribble my fingers up and down his sides and ribs. Zayne reacts with a firm movement, his hips bucking and a loud giggle escaping his lips.

"S-someone will h-he-hear!" he manages to say through his giggles.

"Then make sure they don't," I reply. I can feel his entire body tense up when my fingers scribble closer to his underarms.

He shakes his head and holds his breath. "I think that's enough," he says with a nervous smile. It's the sweetest expression I have ever seen on his face, and I can't help but want to tease him more.

"Enough? Already? Are you really denying me my prize? After I won against my own teacher?"

My fingers dig under his arms and I feel him jolt with so much force I need to hold him tightly so I am not suddenly thrown off.

"Wahahait, not the-ere ahaha!" Zayne's laughter increases and he squirms from side to side. Balls are rolling because of his movements, and I giggle along with him.

"I am almost done," I reassure him, but not without digging my fingers repeatedly into his armpits, tickling him until he is nearly cackling.

"Ahahalright alrihihight!"

I act as if I don't hear him and continue. "What did you just say?"

"Plehehease enough! Ahahah!"

I rest my head against his shaking chest and continue tickling him.

"I don't think I can hear you," I sing, still wiggling my fingers under his arms.

By the time I stop tickling him, we are holding each other in the most comforting embrace.

When I pull back, Zayne has the sweetest look on his face as he stares at me.

"Would you like to play again?" he asks. This man really likes to tug on my heartstrings.

"You bet. If I win again, will you let me tickle you more?"

He sighs. "That depends."

And whatever that means, the two of us continue playing, teasing, and flirting, and it's honestly one of my favorite nights ever...

[vvolfy]

The brothers + MC at the mall (in the human world)

Lol, these hc’s were also brainstormed by @absoluteyeet​ and @stardustursa​

American malls, for the win LOL

Divider credits to @rubystarraven​ (if its not okay I can take them down they’re just super cute!)

Lucifer:

Would spoil MC without hesitation, and especially of the risque variety.

   Reluctant to tag along because he would have to babysit his brothers (as usual)

   Would visit stores that specialize in formal wear, (appearances matter), expensive colognes.

   MC drags him into Bath & Body Works, but he doesn’t stay for more than 5 minutes before he loses his sense of smell and develops a headache.

   The type to stand outside of stores with his arms crossed, only to say he isn’t rushing anyone. (he is)

   He’s like a cranky old man. From complaining about the malls music choice to criticizing anyone that passes him.

   Any food vendors that sell fine chocolate would pique his interest.

   100% avoids mall vendors. You want to fix his D.D.D? Too bad so sad. Mammon already scams him. He doesn’t need another.

   Bookstores (Barnes & Noble) would be his go-to.

   As would antique shops. Those are his favorite.

   Would be the first to leave the mall. Honks at the rest to hurry up.

   A MC plushie from Build A Bear would perk him up, I think.

Mammon:

  Has a coin purse, despite being broke. Lucifer takes it and hits him with it when he makes bad choices.

   Obviously cannot be left unattended. (Do your job MC)

   Spoils MC unconditionally after stealing Goldie back. (Spoils himself as well.)

   The type to haggle prices.

   Has been kicked out of most stores for haggling/stealing.

   Food? Yeah. Like everything else, it goes on Lucifers tab please.

   Resorts to stealing and gets caught.

   Tries to steal cologne from Bath & Body Works while MC is shopping, only to spray himself in the eyes.

   Makes MC at Build A Bear, makes MC pay for it.

Leviathan:

   Only tagged along to go to Gamestop, Hot Topic, Spencers, and for the Asian food vendors. Otherwise he is being forced to go. Send help.

   On his phone and switch the whole time, headphones on full blast. (He’s a pro at playing and walking.)

   “I guess I’ll h-hold your hand MC. N-Not that I like you o-or anything-- y-you’re just so n-needy you’ll hold a filthy Otakus h-hand--”

   “Can we go now?”

   Talks MC’s ear off at his favorite stores. (Always listening ofc)

   Due to sensory reasons, he avoids Bath & Body Works, though he’ll wait outside for MC.

   Loves stim toys. Walks out of Hot Topic with a bag full of em.

   You can find him at the arcade! Claw machines are his favorites!

   He would share Dippin’ Dots with MC.

   Would go to the pet shop to see fish and snakes ofc

   Would go to Barnes & Noble for the mangas, duh

   He would spoil MC in his own way. “It’s not like I l-love you or anything! I just didn’t want y-you to feel left out! Ugh!”

   I think he would love Build A Bear. He would so build Lotan and Henry, and carry them everywhere. He would also love a plushie of MC.

Satan:

   In this for Barnes & Noble or any bookstore really.

   Actively avoids the others. (Except for MC)

   Loves the cafe in B&N, would eat croissants with the blackest coffee while reading.

   Lucifer physically curses Satan to follow him if he doesn’t leave w/ them.

   Accompanies MC where ever they go/want to go. (Spoils them too.)

   Would stop at the pet store to see the cats. Expect him to be there for a long while. Cats > you.

   Stops at Bath & Body Works for warm scented candles.

   Like Levi, Satan would LOVE stim toys.

   Starbucks 100%

   Would go to the movies with MC to watch movie adaptions of books.

   The last to leave the mall, by closing time. Lucifer is angry.

   Leaves with like, 50 new books.

   Loves a cat plushie from Build a Bear, though a MC plushie would be better.

Asmodeus:

   Would live in a mall for eternity if he could.

   Takes his sweet time in every single store.

   Manipulates a few human lackeys to carry his and MC’s bags. If he can’t find anyone, then Beel would suffice.

   Takes MC to Sephora or Ulta to spice up their vanity wardrobe.

   Would definitely take MC to Spencers for the risque stuff. ;)))

   Bath & Body Works spree. (He has a huge collection of their products, duh.)

   Would make MC at Build a Bear 100%, along with a bear of himself. (Rose bear for him!!!)

   Wouldn’t splurge at the food court tbh, he doesn’t want to get dirty.

   Would be the one to help MC choose fashionable clothing. (Lingerie, etc)

   Though he does his own nails, I think he would still go to the salon w/ MC to both get their nails done. Mani/pedis, duh.

   The type to try every. single. beauty. sample. in existence.

   If you thought Mammon was a heavy spender... lol

Beelzebub:

   “Hey MC, I’m hungry.”

   Pulls MC to every food vendor until they flood a table with various snacks and food (Onlookers are shocked)

   He would carry MC’s bags to exercise so long as MC feeds them.

   His way of spoiling MC would be sharing his food, but I think he’d also buy MC stuff, like what he sees them taking an interest in, you know?

   Would definitely hit the gym or martial arts training, whatever available in the mall at the time.

   For additional exercise, carry both Asmodeus and his bags.

   Would mistake soaps and candles at Bath & Body Works for food. Lord help us.

   Better dip with Mammon before Lucifer kills the three of you for embarrassing him. (And that shoplifting charge)

   Carries MC anytime they say their tired, or when MC wants a piggy back ride lol

   Would love any food related plushie MC gets him, though he eats it because it looks too realistic.

   Frequently checks on Belphegor who decides to sleep on a massage chair.

   Helps MC reach the taller shelves.

Belphegor:

Tired Edge Lord(TM) didn’t want to go until he was yoinked into Spencers by MC. More face jewelry for him. Plus some quality time with MC is always best. (Works at Hot Topic too)

Finds a massage chair, falls asleep instantly.

(If) Lucifer manages to get him out of the chair, it’s a team lift.

Will wake up to MC or food, or both. Both are nice.

If he’s awake enough he would love it if MC shared their Dippin’ Dots with him.

If he has enough energy he would gladly hold MC’s hand as they walk together.

He would definitely be a candle man, and would love the soft scent candles Bath & Body Works sells.

Would love Build A Bear like the others. Cow plushies, and a plushie of MC are ideal to snuggle with.

Loves stim toys like Levi and Satan do.

[obey-me-disaster]

Hello ! I love your nsfw alphabet series, and I was wondering if you could do it for Solomon ?

Sorry for the long wait, shit happened but I am finally back into writing ^-^

Warning:NSFW

Solomon x gn!MC

A=After care

He uses magic to get the two of you cleaned in the split of a second, that way you two could spend more time cuddling and relaxing with one another. He may still prepare a bubble bath despite being clean just for the sake of relaxing in it with you.

B=Body part

On him he likes where the pact marks cover him, so most of his body. He thinks it makes him look cool, especially with the way all the marks connect.

On you he likes your hands the most. He loves to observe the way they move when you cast spells and can never get enough of the way they feel on his body.

C=Cum

Have you seen this man's cooking? The things he eats? You're lucky his cum is quite watery so you don't have to taste for too long cause it tastes horrible.

He likes cumming on your face for no reason other than he thinks you look pretty with his cum on you.

For him, he likes

D=Dirty secret

Since he has heard about the golden newt syrup from Asmo he has made an aphrodisiac that works in similar ways but for humans. He forgot about it for a long time until you mention the incident again, then he started to think about you using it on him or him using it on you. He is still not sure how to bring it up.

E=Experience

If he is anything like his counterpart from the bible then he has a ton of experience. He had 700 wives and 300 concubines. Even if he doesn't share the same back story in the game, he has centuries, maybe thousands of years on earth and wasn't held back by any angelic mindsets or duties. He is also in a pact with Asmodeus so there's that.

F=Favourite position

Any and all positions that give him a lot of skin to skin contact. He wants to be as close to you as he can during the moment and craves any and all intimacy he can get in the moment. Position that allows him to kiss you easier are also on the top of his list.

G=Goofy

He isn't all too serious during the moment but he isn't going to crack jokes either besides his usual teasing. He wants to enjoy the moment with you, and if that means laughing and teasing then he is more than glad to do so.

H=Hair

He tries to keep himself well groomed but sometimes gets so caught up in his magic research that he forgets to at least trim himself. He at always tries to make an effort to take better care of himself when he knows the two of you will be intimate.

I=Intimacy

He has been alive for a long time and after a while it became hard to open his heart to other humans knowing they will die soon. Until you came along, and because of that he tries to be as romantic as possible. He isn't romantic with one night stands but you are his partner so that changes things.

J=Jack off

It depends on how stressed he is. He sometimes goes weeks without touching himself at all and other times he jacks off daily. Once he truly falls for you he starts to do it every few days.

K=Kink

Does magic count as a kink? He likes to use magic during to either enhance sensations, restrain you or himself and do anything else that comes in his mind and you're comfortable with. Magic tentacles

This goes hand in hand with magic thing, but he is fond of sensory deprivation and temperature play, he has quite a few spells prepared for those already.

He is also into edging you until you have to beg him to let you come. Once you start begging he can't really resist you but until that point he likes to have his fun.

Praise/body worship. He really loves you and he always praises you both outside of the bedroom and during intimate times. He would also love if you would do the same. He often feels like you're attention is only on the demon brothers and that you're out of reach for him, so for you to go out of your way to show him how much you're attracted to him means a lot.

L=Location

Literally anywhere with a bit of privacy. He can use a soundproof spell so no one could hear you and a spell that locks all doors/windows so no one walks in on you two fucking.

He still prefers his/your bedroom because it's more comfortable and can cuddle with you after both of you are done.

M=Motivation

You saying that you want him and choosing him over the demon brothers. Seeing you wanting him as much as he wants is the biggest motivation for him. It both gets his dick hard and his heart warm.

N=No

I feel like he wouldn't be really into pain when it comes to him, he doesn't strike me as too much of a masochist. He doesn't seem to be too much into any kinks that cause pain.

O=Oral

Prefers giving just for the fact that he can edge his partner as much as he wants to and you can't really complain because he is really good at it.

He likes receiving too but he tends to be quite squirmish the closer he is to his orgasm.

P=Pace

He prefers a more slow and sensual pace in order to tease you. He loves it when you try to set a faster pace but he holds you in pace to continue to torture you with his slow pace.

He would absolutely love it when you become frustrated enough to flip your position and take control of the situation and set whatever pace you want, be it fast and rough when you get impatient or slow to tease him back.

Q=Quickie

He loves them and the rush of adrenaline it gives him when you two do it in a place you shouldn't. You two could probably have quickies whenever you feel like it cause he could easily use a spell to make a room sound proof and locked.

R=Risk

This man loves experimenting so he is open to a lot of things when it comes to you. It doesn't matter that he has centuries of experience, he still finds new things that he likes. If you want to try your hand at sex magic then he will be more than happy to guide you.

S=Stamina

This man has shitty sleeping and eating habits and is caught up in his research more often than not. His stamina is shit, he is lucky he has magic to make him last longer than he normally would.

T=Toys

The only reason he has any toys is because of Asmodeus. He has magic, so toys aren't all that important to him but he can understand how they can be useful. If you want to get more of them he would gladly buy more.

U=Unfair

This man lives to tease you. He loves to do it either by words, touches and magic. If you would give him your consent he would use magic to rile you up during the day and see how you would react.

He would also love it if you would the same thing to him. He might or might not leave the spells necessary lying around for you to find them. Or even better, create new spells just to turn him and take him by surprise.

V=Volume

He is not really loud by default. Even if he would try, his voice is soft so his moans aren't really loud. If there would be someone outside of your bedroom they wouldn't be able to hear him. His moans are loud enough for you to hear tho.

W=Wild card

He would actually like a threesome with Asmodeus, maybe even one with Barbatos. It's already implied Asmo and Solomon fuck and there is a chat where Mammon comments about a hickey on Solomon. All you need is to express that you want Asmo to join and Solomon will summon him.

He would also quite enjoy a threesome with Satan, he just looks like he would

X=X-ray

Doesn't have the angel/demon dick like other characters for obvious reasons.

His dick is average size for human guys, around 6.4 inches and is on the thinner side and curves slightly upright.

Y=Yearning

Outside of relationships his sex drive is lower than the average for humans but when he gets attracted to someone his yearning is a bit above average for humans.

Z=Zzz

Unless he stays and cuddles with you he won't fall asleep. His sleep schedule is fucked, so during the night is more active. Being intimate with does manage to tire him out, but unless he stays in bed with you he will remain active.

[angelicyoongie]

I just wrote a little list about how I think about the LS characters. Feel free to ignore, but I’d love to hear what you think of them individually when it comes to them being *bearable*:

I have to say, I do have favouritism toward Yoongi and Jk in LS. They seem the least pushy and most *comforting (I mean, as comforting as they could be given the situation)

There is no way in hell I would ever trust Hobi after he drugged her drink, Jimin would obviously be another avoid at all cost character; I would’ve snapped at him too. Probably a lot sooner than she did lol.

Tae I’d only find bothersome when he either became clingy or decided to scheme with Jimin. I feel like he’s super into forced cuddling.

Joon I don’t reeeally mind, but I would despise him trying to organise my life and care for my health (like getting the doctors records, booking appointments without permission,) blegh. No.

Jin I haven’t found too bad, he’s not mean or overly uncomfortable to be around, but he doesn’t seem to be overly comforting to mc. (And I don’t mean comforting as like, coddling and them making themselves feel better, (because we all know most of them are good at the personal space invasion stuff) but I mean more like giving her some sort of normalcy, which i feel as though Yoongi and JK do that the most.)

At least JK adknowledges that what they’re doing is wrong and he’s apologised, and Yoongi knows that she doesn’t love them, and he’s not going to push her so he gives her space, time, and some normalcy. I honestly think if it was just those two she’d probably develop Stockholm syndrome a lot quicker.

Genuinely, if I got caught by Joon and taken back, I’d 100% have to * myself dude. I could not fall with going back after thinking I was finally free. Hoo.

Sorry for my little rant! I hope you’re doing well. Please let me know if you don’t like these kinds of messages and I’ll make sure to send shorter ones ☺️

Also! (Sorry!) to add on the my last ask, i just remembered you said she’d die if one of them did, so if mc ended up * herself when she got back, at least they’d all go down with her 🥲 … or would they not?

I LOVE long messages so please never apologize for sending them to me! Thank you!! 💖💖

Hoseok is a decent character to be around as long as he gets his way. He's not too overbearing or in your face like Namjoon and Taehyung, but he can get pretty intense if he feels like you're avoiding him.

Jimin is just a big no no haha!

I guess Taehyung can be bearable as long as you play along with him, but once he gets too lost in his own delusions he'll be rough to deal with. He definitely loves a good cuddle and it doesn't matter much to him if the person he's hugging actually enjoys it 😬

Namjoon is similar to Taehyung I feel like, except he's a little less crazy lol. He's the type to do everything for you (feed you, clothe you etc) and I feel like that would become suffocating veryyy quickly.

Seokjin is honestly not that bad! He's willing to give you some space and take things slow (to an extent at least) but yeah, he does have rose coloured glasses on.

Jungkook and Yoongi are the most realistic of the bunch and defintiely the most bearable. Like you said, they know that what they're doing is wrong and feel somewhat bad about it, and they don't mind giving the MC as much time/space as she needs. You're right, she definitely would've opened up to them much quicker if the others weren't there!

Ugh, I shudder to even imagine it. I wouldn't be able to mentally handle that trauma on top of everything else 😩

It depends on how she does it and if they can get help to handle the shock/trauma in time. :)

[the-firebird69]

There are a few more things happening and we will start to tell you and might have to get back later on to make more announcements

-there are a few things going on here that are not correct you keep saying it now people know why that was a very very huge pain in the ass if these people are caught talking about it they start fighting because they're supposed to be quiet and they're idiots and think people are going to wipe their bum for them down there and what we know is we're going to wipe all of you s**** out we hate you everyone else is too and what a stupid thing to do our son and daughter thought this would happen without the cavern with it there it's a definite. Moreover there's a lot happening and you need to know about it our people

-there's a huge Force of pseudo empire heading to Florida and the areas like it all over the globe and to kick them out and take over they don't want to be as dumb as they are. And yes of course their infiltrating it's not a military force. Ours are to stay out of the way. This is a gigantic movement to people they have huge huge Bunches of them coming in we expect Tampa to be at about 55 to 60% pseudo empire 5:00 to 8% MC morlock by this afternoon. And Sarasota is going to be 40 to 45% pseudo empire and 15% by this afternoon as 15% are evacuating right now a huge Exodus to the west and south. All of Florida has about 28% more lock that are Mac morlock they are evacuating today thus far we have confirmed 10% we don't see them coming back and we expect more later.

-John remillard is trying to kidnap our son for real and this is why and he wants to hold him in New Zealand and hold off everybody like he thought he was doing here and he is wrong in the in a basic concept and he's wrong and so the pseudo empire and there are several other parties trying to kidnap him all of them are but only a few are in Ernest and serious about it that is good because you don't want that many it's Tony f and the clones and it is bja and it is Trump there are some miscellaneous groups that are doing it played often.

-along with them is one group that has been hiding the fact of trying to do it is Will and Bill recently they're on fire for trying to do it they keep making attempts and their stuff is nasty and we need them out

-there's a few other groups like family and they're almost gone and they're nuts like Biden and his mom and they're crazy Jason too is nuts physically there's a bunch of them here basically they're all going to end up fighting Trump and see how stupid they look and they can all join together and they might stop the thing but we can't count on it and we don't anticipate them doing that they haven't done it yet

-huge huge battles now are ensuing up at Nevada and other huge bunkers there's about 12 of Trump's they are massive it's a war and BJ is going to throw some things in it it is a massive conflict right now and it's getting bigger and bigger every minute pretty soon Trump is going to be out and he's taking a hammering and we made it it is a real hammering.

-along with all of this there are other things in a closing a serious amount of fighting in between the groups of s one of them is most of our son's letters have made it to the recipients there's only two and he knows about me or lose and the storm has been forwarded it's only around the corner it's going to make it there tomorrow with things so he has to resend one letter which is not that bad there are other groups of people that need to take a break from wrecking our son and he's good to send those out hopefully tomorrow maybe some today and that would be the banks and there are a lot of them you said One bank and he stopped because it's so many branches and the banks are full of money and he's giving it a break other banks will probably try and attack them or something no they're trying to get them to pay. And it's hell I'll tell you that's a wise thing to slow down at that point there's a lot of this stuff and that One Bank of America company had like 10 Banks and other bank ranges might be subsidiaries but he doesn't know which ones are. And he sent out one letter with each branch and they did get the letter we think and they are sending it to their finance department is a huge deal huge huge deal couple other things

-sugar from fruit is knocking him out it's not really right it should give him energy and we're looking at it and he's getting energy his body is getting nutrients but it is too much sugar no it's that it's oranges and it's releasing stuff into his bloodstream that's what it is

-we have more to announce and we will shortly after it's getting ready and his saying is going to try the library and good

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

[obey-me-rot]

You're Mine

A/N: I guess as a writing blog I should be doing some writing right? Honestly this has just been the biggest headcanon I've had in a while since I started playing Obey Me of the brothers just...like Devildom culture must be so different! And then the whole pact thing with human masters must be so different as well! I just view them as big animals just wanting to get your attention u wu. Warnings: Jealous boys, public shows of dominance and a lot of biting.

It's almost painful being in the Devildom sometimes.

A cultural exchange program amped up to 100 %.

As much as you loved the brothers, you also were meeting some pretty cool demons in RAD. Surely you were the human student everyone was so excited to meet, but none of them really talked to you, you know? But there were some that were brave enough to overlook your pact marks and dive into a conversation.

Even some were bold enough to talk to you out of school!

Making so many friends was so exciting, especially since you still thought of yourself as new! Wait till the brothers see how many new demons you have met!

Problem is you forgot how weird demon culture is, especially when it has to do with a demon and their master.

"MC?"

Lucifer blinks as he notices the demon approaching the two of you, pausing your daily walk with him as confusion turns to familiarity and you run up to greet your friend.

The first thing he notices is how they are a low ranking demon, so there’s no need to be hyper aware of any sort of threat. In this instance he doesn’t need to look to make sure his pact mark is visible to the demon.

His mark was embedded right in your iris, so anyone could see whose protection you were under.

He smiles politely as you turn around to introduce them, the demon waving at him shyly as if remembering that, yes, this human made a pact with Lucifer and therefore should not be messed with in any way. Yet there was no sort of violent tendencies coming from this demon, which put him at somewhat of an ease.

That is, until the demon takes a hold of your hand.

It’s a simple touch, one that a human would mistaken for a sign of friendship and camaraderie. The demon was speaking excitedly about a new flower they had seen over at the Botanical gardens and how much they wanted to show it off to you.They tighten their hold and Lucifer has to dig his fingernails into his palm from ripping their hand off.

You had no idea what it meant and the action would most likely scare you.

And Lucifer wanted you to trust him as much as possible.

“Would it be okay if Lucifer comes along?”

“...y--yeah! I don’t mind!”

Hesitation mixed with fake happiness, this demon really thought that he would get some time alone with you, didn’t they? They probably planned this whole thing out and whatever excitement they were showing you was just a front to hide their true intentions. Besides, look how they are hanging off of you, they want to make a pact with you so badly it’s almost disgusting.

Might as well get rid of the pest now.

“Come on MC, I want to show you the huge petals--!”

“OW!”

You and the demon look back to see Lucifer biting down on one of your fingers, your ring finger to be exact, while making eye contact with the pest. His teeth are not necessarily breaking skin but the pain of the bite made all your attention go back on him, turning around to tug your finger away and cradle it close. “Lucifer what the hell!”

He smiles and tells you not to worry about it, your retort falling on deaf ears as Lucifer’s eyes fall on the demon one more time. Their eyes are wide and they have immediately taken two steps back, their back as straight as a needle as Lucifer sends them one last look that lets them know of his intentions.

Leave now or I will gut you in front of my human.

You turn to apologize to your friend for putting them in such a weird situation but the demon is already long gone, no sign of them ever being in your presence as you look around aimlessly.

“They left...” you frown and look at Lucifer, “Next time at least warn me.”

“If I did then you would have probably forbidden me from doing so.”

The Avatar of Pride smiles as he takes your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours as you kept talking about how you would apologize the next day. But Lucifer wasn’t listening, he just kept staring at you as you talked, happy that his master wasn’t particularly mad.

That demon would have to learn to get his own, this human was already his.

He had finally gotten you all to himself.

Mammon had a photoshoot today, making you tag along so he could finally show off his modeling skills. And it would help him out as well. The product they were trying to sell did not appeal to him one bit and he just really needed you as inspiration.

And inspiration did you give.

“Oh gorgeous Mammon gorgeous! Lean back and close your eyes.”

The cameraman was giving him compliment after compliment, excellent after excellent, it was as if all eyes were on him at that exact moment. He smiled as he thought about how you must be looking at him. His shirt was open, letting the cloth hang off the side of the couch as the camera focused primarily on the low riding jeans that showed off the boxers he was promoting.

“Perfect! Perfect!! Now turn around and stare into the camera!”

His eyes opened and his head turned expertly, Mammon smiling as he tried to make eye contact with you--

Only to see that you were gone.

Camera flashes stop as he bolts up, turning to look for you before his eyes focused on your form.

There you were...talking with someone else.

“Mammon?”

He doesn’t stare at the cameraman, only gets up and stalks towards you and the demon currently holding up the lights. Both of you turn to face him, a voice speaking loudly about a five minute break as Mammon stands behind you and hugs you from behind, placing his chin right on your shoulder as he looks at the interloper.

“Are you taking a break?”

Mammon smiles as he buries his face in your shoulder, hugging you tight as the demon tells him he did a wonderful job. Without raising his head, Mammon speaks up.

“MC, who is this?”

“Oh right! Haven’t introduced you. He is a friend from RAD! We sit together in Pactology 101.”

“Well we used to sit together...”

“We talked way too much in class, didn’t we?”

It’s like nails on a chalkboard when he laughs, Mammon feeling glad that he was closer to you so he could hear the sound of your laughter instead of the ugly screeching of the intruder taking up your attention. Did this guy think he was stupid? That he couldn’t notice all the goddamn pheromones he was releasing? Mammon shakes his head back and forth, breathing in your scent heavily as he tries to leave his own behind.

This guy was embarrassing himself with how badly he wanted to form a pact with you.

“MC.”

“Oh oh, remember when the teacher caught us texting in class?”

“I think he might want to just put us back together cause we are still causing trouble!”

The Avatar of Greed frowns, did you not hear him?

“MC…”

“Well the teacher knows we are a good match, doesn’t he?”

“A match made in hell, I would say.”

Why was this guy still talking? Why were you still listening to him?

“MC….”

“Hey after this...would you want to go get some coffee, MC? If you’re not busy.”

“Nah, I only have this toda---FUCK!”

A pair of teeth tug at your earlobe, Mammon growling in your ear as he makes eye contact with the annoyance in front of him. He should be counting his lucky stars that you were still in the room, if Mammon found him anywhere else this demon would be nothing more than a meal for his familiars.

“MC, you have to stare at me or else I’m going to take longer.”

You rub at your ear as Mammon lets go of you, breaking eye contact with the other demon as he gives you his signature pout. He didn’t want you to see him be all scary, Mammon wanted you to see him like the number one demon he always tried to be for you.

“And you had to bite me because of that!?”

“Because you weren’t paying attention! You have to keep your eyes on me or else I’m not going to sell this stupid product. In fact--”

He drags you back to the couch, yelling at the cameraman that he would be posing with you so he could actually get through this photoshoot instead of doing a solo shoot. The man sighs but calls makeup to get you ready, Mammon smiling as he sits down right next to you.

The farther you were from that guy the better, all of his master’s attention needed to be on him after all.

Of course something like this would happen. Bad luck seemed to follow Leviathan wherever he went.

"Did you see the finale of it live?"

"I did!!! My movie theatre put it on the big screen and everything!"

Levi was glad that you were a nerd just like him. It was refreshing and probably one of the biggest reasons he had decided to make a pact with you.

Well, he had tried to kill you first and then make a pact with you but it was still a special story! Who would have thought that he would land himself a human master with his own interests!

Though he guessed that was a bad thing now.

He couldn't keep his thoughts in check as the clerk of the comic store kept talking to you, Levi annoyed that he couldn't keep up with the conversation you two had. It was about some comic cinematic universe that had been adapted in the human world and he honestly didn’t want to put anymore thought into it because of how close the clerk was getting.

Dammit he should have bought the new manga volume in Akuzon...but you had been so cute irl asking him to get the manga in this comic store you found,and if his master was begging him so cutely then what else could he do?

“I actually got the limited edition of this one movie--”

Nobody cared.

“It was up for a lot in Akuzon but I’m glad I got my hands on it--”

Stop talking!

“And I have a pretty cool viewing set up in the back--!”

Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking, stop talking to MC!

Levi frowns as you gush about the movie some more, glaring down at you for letting your attention stray from him. But why should he be surprised, of course your attention would stray. Him being the yucky otaku that he is, of course you would go with the demon who took his interest and actually turned it into a profit--

No.

No! It wasn’t your fault! It wasn’t even his fault! It was this demon’s fault!

Thinking they looked so cool with their most basic of interests. If Levi could expose them for the fraud that they were, MC would be able to see the absolute fool that this demon was making themselves out to be. Smiling a lot more, inching closer as they talked, even offering to take you to the back of the store--!

People may say what they want about Levi but at least he wasn’t this desperate to get on the good side of a human...at least the first time he met you.

His eyes fall on the back of your neck, hair conveniently placed out of the way as he remembered something Lucifer had discussed with him and Mammon after they had made their pact.

You will not think rationally when you are with them, make sure to monitor your actions so you don’t embarrass yourself.

That’s what he said but…

Surely Levi wasn’t going to embarrass himself more than this demon already has.

“This is the one with the symbiote creature, right? And you got the bonus deleted scenes! Honestly I would be so down with watching it right--EEP!”

Levi made sure to let his tongue lick the back of your neck first before biting down, wanting to make the bite as painless as possible. Although he guessed that not making you feel pain was out of the question as he felt you tense up, his tongue swiping against your nape one last time as he pulled back and tugged on the back of your shirt.

“MC let’s go. They don’t have it.”

You turn to look at Levi, hand on the back of your neck as you tell him that he could have gotten your attention in any other way, but he knew for a fact that he had made his point across with the demon in front of him.

Summoning Lotan in his own home was one thing, summoning Lotan in a store would probably cost a lot…

Even if he knew brothers wouldn’t blame him with how nauseatingly this demon was trying to approach their master.

“MC, here.”

Satan breaks his pencil, but it seems the two other people don’t seem to notice.

“And it's the first edition too, but I took it out just for you.”

You smile and mention about how you didn’t need anything fancy for the assignment, just a simple book that talked about Devildom history. Which Satan agreed, this bug was acting like he owned the entire Royal Library. A pass to get a first edition title wasn’t that rare of a fucking find--if he wanted, Satan could call up any of his connections and get about 16 copies of different first edition titles that spoke not just about the Devildom history but about whatever the hell topic he could get his hands on.

This guy wasn’t that special yet he was acting like he had just given you the world on a silver platter.

The demon sat down at the table you and Satan were studying at, looking at you the entire time he explained how to open the book and how to make sure it stays in its pristine condition.

Which made Satan break another pencil.

From what you had mentioned, this guy was just someone you knew from RAD. You labeled him as the ‘smartest person in the class’. Which was a bit of an insult on his part but he guessed that as long as he wasn’t the one in your class it didn’t count as an insult towards his person.

He, of course, being the smartest demon you know.

But Satan didn’t have to be the smartest demon in RAD to know what this nuisance was doing.

If he were to read you any book on Devildom demonology, certain demons needed a human master. This insect in front of you would count as one of them. Lower demons usually tend to be without guidance and need a soul to feed from. In comes a human master, being able to fulfill that need with a pure soul of their own. The demon feeds and in return, develops a sort of ‘affection’ towards their master since they are now the hand that feeds them.

The same couldn’t be applied to Satan or his brothers, however. As the seven demon lords, they are able to gain the sustenance they need from the feed of other lower demons under the sin they were made in.

They are free to form pacts, but it’s not like they need it.

A good metaphor would be that they are essentially ‘picking off the plate’ of the lower demons, making the lower demons only cause minimal casualties up in the human world as they feed and keeping the seven lords from going feral with hunger.

Of course, things were different now. Satan had you now, a human all of his own.

Essentially, someone was trying to ‘take a bite’ of his favourite food, and Satan hated sharing.

Friends be damned, politeness be damned, he needed to show this demon his place.

“Isn’t it fascinating? The cover was made with a demon’s skin.”

“....really?”

“Yes. I believe it was from recently dead demon’s during the first Celestial War. Do you want to feel?”

You nod, curious about the black and shiny cover as the demon holds out his hand for you to take--

Only for you to yelp as Satan takes it first, dragging your hand back so it would be close to his lips as the Avatar of Wrath’s teeth bite at the skin near your wrist. You hiss in pain at the sudden sharpness, quickly pulling your hand back and staring at your demon as he gives the annoyance one last pointed stare.

“That is how demons started their pacts before we arrived in the Devildom, wasn’t it?”

The demon nodded slowly, his eyes darting to the mark on your wrist and then back at Satan. He opened his mouth to try and speak up but seemed to decide better against it, giving you one last smile as he stood up. “...I’ll...I’ll go get you the second volume. That one might include more accurate and updated information on pact markings.”

Satan smiles and nods as he scoots his chair close to you, looking back at you tracing the mark on your wrist with a frown before putting all your attention back on him.

“Did demons really used to form pact marks like this?”

The Avatar of Wrath shrugs.

“I was only guessing, he was the one who left thinking it was the truth. Here, let’s go look for a book on our own.”

Asmo would like to think that he had perfected the fake smile to the point he could keep it up for an indeterminate amount of time.

“MC! Try this!”

Yet the corners of his mouth twitched as he watched one of your friends, who happened to be a store clerk at Majolish, open the door to your dressing room to hand you another outfit they had picked out. And it wasn’t a bad outfit--!

Just...did they have to keep opening the door every single time?

Granted, he shouldn’t be in your dressing room in the first place but he insisted he would stay since you were only trying some shirts on! It wasn’t like he was seeing anything inappropriate and your pants were staying on the entire time.

This sight was okay for him because he was your demon and you were his master.

So it wasn’t right that some random nobody kept coming in to hand you shirts that they thought looked cute on you! That’s what you had Asmo for!

Yet here he was, secluded to sit down on the little chairs that someone would usually toss the unwanted clothes they wouldn’t buy. Which was already doing horrible things for his self-esteem.

“I learned a couple of things by working here. See? The color really matches your hair.”

The Avatar of Lust scoffs when he hears that. What exactly did the demon learn? How to match colors? Oh look, someone learned the basics of the color wheel, someone give them a medal.

“And since you are wearing something long at the bottom, it’s only fair that you go with something short on top.”

This demon is going to win an award for making basic observations, Asmo could already see it. What a future they had ahead of them.

“These colors are summery too so...it goes great with the weather!”

Oh he wants to gag, Asmo’s heard enough.

“You don’t think it’s too revealing? I do like the color though…”

Before the demon can answer, Asmo grabs your shoulders and pulls you back to him with a smile as he makes you look in the mirror.

“I think it’s revealing enough for the summer look you are going for...except can you maybe get it in a light pastel? Any color would do it just needs to be a pastel color if we want it to go with the light color of your bottoms.”

The demon deflates at the sudden lack of contact with you but nods as they step out, waving goodbye and stating once again how ‘gorgeous’ you looked. Which Asmo guessed was the only compliment they had in their arsenal.

Gorgeous didn’t even begin to describe you.

“I did like this color, Asmo. Does it not look good?”

“No it looks perfect on you! But--”

He tugs on the floral print top and smiles as he wraps his arms around your shoulders.

“Floral prints are extremely last season and I want you to be on a more neutral type of clothing. Just simple colors. This way we can add some jewelry--some of my own creation of course.”

Asmo smiles when you giggle, fixing your top and looking at yourself in the mirror a couple more times as you mumble to yourself about how Devildom summers seem rather temperate compared to the ones you were used to and how you wouldn’t need anything sleeveless.

Damn the Devildom summers, if they could even be called that at all.

His ears twitch as he hears the pest start to make their way back, Asmo’s smile dropping slowly as he looks down at your neck. This was the spot they kept staring at, wasn’t it? Shame it wasn’t decorated--

But he could fix that~ “I found some other colors that would go well with you MC, do you want to--”

“OW OW OW!”

Asmo’s teeth are right on your neck, turning to look back at the clerk with a smile and a little wave as he hums at the way you clench and unclench your fingers while looking at him through the mirror, wanting to ask just why he was doing this but the pain keeping you quiet. It was cute how much you were hurting but how you were doing absolutely nothing to stop him. This could technically mean that you approved of what he was doing, correct?

He lets go as the clerk immediately closes the door, you calling out for your friend but Asmo brings you back and makes you look at the mirror one more time.

“There we go. That’s a pretty mark, right MC? An Asmodeus Limited Edition item, just for you~”

If this kept happening, Beel was going to eat this demon.

“You need to try some Devildom food, MC! I promise it's good!”

Beel stomach growls again as you laugh, ignoring the parfait in front of you. He gives you a tap on the shoulder and your attention is right back to him. “Oh sorry, Beel. Here!” You scoop up the delicious frozen treat and feed it to him, Beel smiling as he takes another two bites of his hamburger and watches you and your friend talk. He actually had no idea that you had any friends in RAD and was happy to see that at least some demons were treating you nicely, compared to theo ones who had teased you when you first arrived.

Well he said teased, more like threatened to eat you.

He figured you would make friends fast though, you were nice and all the demons here were already attracted to human souls so it was bound to happen that one of them would have the courage to talk to you.

Yet this one seemed rather...eager.

“How about this. Hell’s Kitchen serves good food but I know this awesome corner in the wall place we can get some grilled bat sandwiches. Guts and everything.”

His stomach growls again, he knew of the place this demon was talking about and would most likely want to take you there himself if you ever asked.

Beel takes another two bites before waiting for you to feed him the parfait.

Nothing.

He frowns and stares at you again, the demon keeping your attention all to himself as you spoke about how you didn’t necessarily want to eat anything with guts in it. His eyes went to the parfait, watching some of the perfectly placed scoops slowly melt and droop down on the plate.

MC, pay attention to him!

This was his time with you! He didn’t mind if someone else stepped in and he was glad you were making friends but this demon was interrupting his mealtime!

He ate his burger, you fed him ice-cream, this is how it had always worked!

People could say what they wanted but Beel was a creature of habit, and he was in the habit of having you feed him.

Not just that, he was in the habit of having your attention all on him when it was his time to hang out with you.

Wasn’t this demon just being a bother? Didn’t you also want them gone?

They kept talking about all the stuff that clearly grossed you out, seemingly delighted with your reactions as they kept trying to egg you on to say yes to an outing. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were smiling the entire time, Beel would have already made the move to unhinging his jaw and--

“I promise I’ll treat you to the best ghost pepper pizza you’ve ever had. You’re free after this, right?”

Beel’s stomach growls, whether in hunger or anger Beel wouldn’t be able to say. All he knows is that this demon is bad news for both him and you.

So what would be the quickest way to make him back off?

“I’m not but I can take a raincheck--!”

You drop the spoon you were holding as Beel bites your cheek, throwing the demon one quick glimpse before letting out a few sounds that seemed to make up your name. The demon stares at you and Beel as the Avatar of Gluttony pulls away from you, licking his lips as you slowly put a hand on your cheek and turn to look at him.

“The parfait is gonna melt. I want another bite.”

“Beel…”

Eyes turn to the demon once again, Beel frowning as he takes a hold of your hand underneath the table.

“Please leave. If MC is going to eat Devildom food then they’ll eat it with me. The only thing you are going to do is gross them out.”

“So what did you want to talk about?”

Belphie frowned as your fingers gently played with his hair. That is not what he had asked for when he asked to lay on your lap. Belphegor wanted the usual way you would comb through his hair, both of you gently whispering to each other as the planetarium ambience lulled him to sleep.

“Well...uhm...I wanted to ask something important.”

And who the hell was this person? He peeked up to look at you smiling at the screen, frowning that you still didn’t seem to notice you were doing a shit job at giving him the attention he needed. Whoever this was had been on the line with you for a good solid ten minutes, talking about useless subjects such as their day and what they had for lunch. If anything, Belphegor had no idea how this thing was taking your attention. You were doing most of the talking anyway, they should just hang up and leave you alone to pay attention to your demon.

“We’ve known each other for a while.”

Belphegor most likely knew MC for longer...maybe.

“And honestly I haven’t met a human like you before. You just...I just expected humans to be something and you aren’t that so it threw me off.”

The Avatar of Sloth yawns as he buries his head in your lap, smiling at the darkness he found in the small crook of your thighs. He yawns again and closes his eyes to try and fall asleep but the grating voice of the demon on the phone was sending nothing but warning signals to his brain.

“So I wanted to ask something I didn’t think I would ask a human before.”

He really wanted to yell ‘get to the point’ or ‘hang up the phone’ but he knew that you would most likely shush him and tell him to be patient, which would then result in you gently pushing him away so you could talk somewhere more private. And he wasn’t ready to lose his favourite pillow just yet.

So he continued listening, tracing random shapes on your thighs as he felt his eyelids start to droop.

“I know you have seven pacts already…”

Damn straight.

“But would an eight be too much for you?”

That wakes Belphegor right up, eyes wide open and head turned to face up at you to see your reaction. Of course you would be surprised, this demon really had the guts to ask the current master of the Seven deadliest demons in the Devildom for a pact?

You better be grateful that Belphegor found comfort in your lap and would prefer to stay here, rather than go break the neck of the demon insolent enough to try to take his master away.

So go ahead, reject him.

“A pact? With me?”

What were you doing?

Don’t give him such a hopeful answer! Belphegor had to share you with six other demons constantly and those demons were his siblings! He was okay sharing with Beel but he drew the line at anyone else! Adding an eighth demon to that would be like asking for a bloodbath, a bloodbath with only one target.

Belphegor frowned as the demon started talking again, stuttering and jumping over his words like he was a dog who asked to eat their masters table. Which essentially he was, not like there was room for him anyway.

“I know I’m not like those brothers--”

Damn straight.

“But making a pact with you would make me really happy...is what I am trying to say.”

He wants to gag.

A part of him couldn’t blame the demon, you were perhaps the best master a demon could ask for, but you were already t a k e n.

And you were to blame too, you know?

You weren’t rejecting him like you should. The face you were making was far too surprised and flattered at the proposition given to you. Were you that greedy? Had Mammon rubbed off on you? You had seven of the most powerful demons under your command, what more could you possibly want?

As a master, you were doing a bad job at rejecting this insect and an even more horrible job at not paying attention to the actual demon you were tied to.

He turns his head back to the darkness of your thighs, feeling you shift as you also struggle to find an answer. This was becoming too much, if Belphegor didn’t act fast you were most likely going to say yes, just because you didn’t know any better!

Fuck it, you could try to push him off but Belphegor would hold on tightly, he had to save you from your mistake.

“Uhm. Well that is honestly really flattering. And eight pacts wouldn’t be so bad--”

You slap a hand over your mouth, your teeth biting into your tongue as you look down at the demon nipping at the inside of your thigh. Belphie looks up innocently, batting his eyelashes at you as he bites down a little harder--

“I’ll-try-to-have-an-answer-for-you-later-got-to-go-bye!”

Fingers hurry to end the call as Belphegor quickly lets go, smiling as you gape down at him.

“I was in the middle of a call!”

“I know.”

“Then what was that about!?”

The Avatar of Sloth shrugs as he closes his eyes.

“You weren’t paying attention to me. It made me mad.”

You sigh and lean back, Belphegor waiting for a few moments before smiling as he feels your fingers combing through his hair.

“Next time,just talk to me, Belphegor.”

He would have answered, but that would make him promise something he most likely was not going to do.

[glacialltz]

Hi, I saw that you're asks are open and was hoping to make a request. I saw another tumblr post a prompt with Floyd and was wondering if you could do a scenario or hc building on it for Floyd, Jamil, Lilia, Leona, and maybe Maleus. The prompt is from alynabeatley and goes

"Floyd: You love me, right, Shrimpy?

MC: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it."

I hope this isn't too much feel free to ignore if it is or it goes against rules or what you're comfortable with. Thanks so much.

summary: "you love me, right?" with floyd, jamil, lilia, leona, and malleus

warnings: none

word count: 1.7k

author's note: here is the original post by @/alynabeatley! go ahead and give it some love! anyway, this is a fun idea and it has a lot of potential for all of the different characters! the Baker is kinda iffy on how he wrote this, but he really hopes you enjoy it nonetheless

"You love me, right, Shrimpy?"

A question like that was bound to mean trouble when coming from Floyd. Why was he even asking? Did he do something stupid again? Or, even worse, did he want you to go and do something stupid with him? With trepidation present in your voice, you looked at him and responded, "Normally I'd say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don't like it."

Floyd's laugh was gleeful and high-pitched as he slung an arm around your shoulder, pulling you up against him. "Come on then!" He tugged you along with him and you couldn't pry yourself out of his predatory grasp. "Lets go play! ♡"

His voice was so excited and his body language happy. At least he was seeking you out while in a good mood. But being dragged around by Floyd is tiring, and you still had things you wanted to get done. "F-Floyd," you began. "Maybe... maybe we can play later? I've still got-"

You were cut off by the way he suddenly stopped pulling you and stood completely still. Olive and golden eyes stared down at you in complete silence for a moment. You couldn't tell if his expression was more sinister or more sad. He looked somewhat like a mix between a kicked puppy and an angry one.

"Shrimpy,... you said you loved me though?"

"Well, o-of course I do, Floyd, but I still have things I need to do and-"

"But if you loved me you'd come play with me!"

Ah. He was in one of his more childish moods. No matter what you did or said, he wouldn't stop moping until you dropped everything and accompanied him all around the campus. You knew that from experience. With a sigh, you surrendered yourself to your boyfriend's whims.

Floyd grinned widely, full set of sharp teeth on display. He won, so of course he's going to be happy! "Stop dragging your feet or else I'll squeeze you!" he giggled, yanking you after him once more. It seems his innocent little question was a trap after all...

Jamil has never been one to openly ask if you loved him. He took comfort in the ways you showed him you loved him instead. So his question caught you completely off guard.

"You love me, right?"

His charcoal eyes sparkled at you through the dimness of the room. The two of you were sitting in his room after dark, Kalim having already been safely tucked away into his dorm room. You two spent your nights like this quite often, as it helped Jamil wind down from the stressful work of the day.

Maybe that's why he was asking? Was Jamil so tired and stressed that he sought comfort and confirmation about your love? Even still, it was a worrying question coming from him.

"Normally I'd say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don't like it."

Jamil laughed quietly. It was like music to your ears. He rarely laughed so openly and unabashedly, and it made you smile every time. "There's no need to worry, Dearest. I was just asking." The coy smile on his face said otherwise.

"Yeah, sure," you scoffed, plopping down next to where he sat working with a grin.

He faked an offended expression. "You're calling me a liar?" He wasn't really offended.

"Well, depends on what you wanted."

"Well, surely since you love me so much," he began while you wore a skeptical expression. "Won't you please help me babysit Kalim tomorrow? He's been planning yet another party and I have so much to do in preparation." You knew he wanted something. Jamil's lucky he's your boyfriend or you might have walked out right then.

"THAT'S what you wanted?" you scowled at him and he just looked at you innocently as if he didn't just ask you to help watch the human equivalent of a category five tornado. "Fine, I guess I can lend a hand."

You practically rolled your eyes at him when he smiled and leaned toward you to kiss your forehead. "Thank you, darling." You smacked his arm lightly. He was lucky you loved him, indeed.

"You love me, right?"

Four of the most terrifying words you could ever hear from Lilia. That coupled with his big, raspberry eyes blinking at you innocently. What was he up to?...

"Normally I'd say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don't like it." You were on guard, and you weren't going to let him weasel you into any sort of trouble.

He laughed quietly, giggling at your reaction. He seemed so eager and it was starting to freak you out. Lilia is a hard one to read, which made his small question ever more ominous. "Come now," he cooed. "Why are you hesitating so much?" His fang-filled smile gave him away.

"Because I don't trust you, obviously."

He faked a look of hurt and offense, placing a small pale hand over his chest as if your words had physically wounded him. "Hehe, you're so mean! And here I was, kindly going to offer you some homemade soup!"

You grimaced at his words, practically flinching when he said the soup was homemade. He wanted you to try it? No way... you knew how awful his cooking is...

"Well," he continued. "I've gone through all the trouble of bringing it here, so you'll eat it, won't you? I mean, you do love me, don't you?" The way he batted his long lashes at you made you suspect he knew exactly what he was asking if he could subject you to.

With every passing second, the abhorrent dish was brought closer and closer to you. He kept practically thrusting it at you, big eyes blinking as if that would persuade you to take a sip. "L-Lilia," you stammered. "It's, it's alright! I can... I can just get some lunch from the cafeteria!"

"Nonsense!" His tone was jolly and his expression bright. "I made this especially for you! And you did say you love me, after all." His fangs were fully on display as he smiled at you. He wasn't letting you out of this any time soon. You sighed, resigning yourself to your fate.

"You love me, right, herbivore?"

The timing of this question was eerily suspect, as lunchtime was rolling around soon. Your boyfriend was lounging next to you, his face turned toward you, adorned with a cocky grin.

"Normally I'd say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don't like it." Your eyes were narrowed slightly at him, but your attitude only made his smile grow slightly wider.

"Don't be like that!" he bemoaned, putting on his most pitiful expression. "I'm so tired from participating in PE today. Won't you please go pick up my lunch for me?"

"Where's Ruggie? Doesn't he usually did that?"

Leona scoffed, rolling his eyes while his tail flicked in annoyance. "That octopunk stole him away. He's been working in that sleazy lounge all day. Dunno when he'll be back." He swiveled his head slowly back to you, a fake, cheesy grin plastered back over his face. "That's why you'll pick up my lunch for me, won't you?"

"No."

"Come on now! Look, I'll share if there's anything left?"

Instead of replying, you just shot your boyfriend a glare. He sighed lowly and loudly, making a big show of his exasperation. All of a sudden, it seemed like an idea hit him. He looked at you once more, but this time his gaze was soft and his ears downturned. A soft pout adorned his lips as he did his very best to come across like an adorable kitten.

"What are you doing?"

"You said you loved me?" he faked a sniffle. "B-but you won't even help me get my lunch." You were annoyed. You knew he wouldn't let up any time soon, keeping up his sad kitten act until you gave in. Deciding to just cut it short, you sighed and stood up, brushing off your clothes. His eyes practically glittered with glee as he relished in his victory.

Yeah, you loved him. But did he ever test how far he could push it...

"You love me, right, Child of Man?"

Malleus's question struck a chord with you. While Malleus often sought reaffirmation from you, he rarely asked you with his words. No, he usually did things like reaching for your hand, seeking your warmth, instead of asking you upfront.

"Normally I'd say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don't like it." Your eyes were full of worry as you looked over at him. Half of his face was covered in shadow as he faced away from the fireplace roaring beside the two of you. He smiled softly for a moment while looking downward, but you could tell there was no joy in it. No, he looked sorrowful and sad, and it hurt your heart deeply.

"Fear not, Beloved. There is nothing to worry about." He turned his face toward you, reaching to hold your hand in his own and stroke it softly. There was something off about his body language.

"Malleus, did something happen today?"

Your boyfriend sighed, dropping his gaze from yours once more. You got it without him having to explain it - he was left out once again today, wasn't he? You got up for a second to move closer to him, holding him gingerly and rubbing his shoulder.

"Yes, Malleus. I love you. I love you very much." You finally responded to his original question, giving him the answer he so desperately hoped you would. He wanted your love so badly it hurt, and it soothed that ache for you to remind him that he always had it.

His head bowed slightly, coming to rest upon your shoulder. He was always careful when he did this, making sure to not jab you with the sharp point of his horns. He muttered out a small thank you, his voice barely able to be heard. He just wanted to sit like this with you for a moment, it seemed.

You were right, his question was going somewhere. It was delving into his issues and innermost insecurities, but you always managed to help him feel better instead. He loved you so much, just as you loved him.

𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕗𝕖'𝕤 𝟝𝟘𝟘 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕚���� 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟!

[absolutepokemontrash]

Kid!MC/Teen!MC Needs someone to go to Parent Teacher Interviews for Them and Guess Who’s Available?

Masterlist

The brothers being bad babysitters/dad figures is something I love very much, I bet you all could already tell that considering the Fic/Headcanon series I have going on. I would just like you all to know that Asmo’s section is based on a true story. Anyhoo~ onto the Headcanons!

Why? Why Him? (Lucifer)

Is MC really dumb, or are they just a kid? No one knows.

Obviously MC asked Lucifer, the only competent one in the house, the most professional, hard-working, controlled-

MC got their things together and gave Lucifer the run down on their teacher(s) before Lucifer got too absorbed in extolling his own virtues in an intense internal monologue.

News flash Lucifer, this isn’t a Shakespeare play, you can’t have a dramatic monologue or soliloquy about how great you think you are

At the actual meeting, if MC is in there, no, MC is not actually in there. Lucifer will speak to the teacher as if MC isn’t there. As someone whose not a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down kind of person, Lucifer expects the teacher to behave the same and not spare MC’s feelings.

Feelings do not deserve to be spared if MC is being a nuisance. No fake-kid/little sibling of his gets to be the class idiot!

If MC’s doing very well academically, he expects to be pointed at projects or tests they’ve done and the grade on it. It really makes him proud to see MC doing well.

Even if they’re not the best academically, if they’re not failing and they’re doing well in other aspects of school, he’s proud.

If MC really struggles in a school environment and just hates it there but they’re still keeping their head above water, they get a head pat of approval.

On the drive home, if MC came with him to the parent teacher interviews and everything went well, he just happens to turn onto the street that has a Baskin Robin’s or something of that caliber.

If they didn’t go, he picks something up on the way back.

No fun treats if MC is being a disruptive little heathen in class, no kid under Lucifer’s care is going to be the class Mammon. Not on his watch.

MC was busily stuffed their face with the treats that were gifted to them. Lucifer had to hold himself back from rolling his eyes at the kid’s blatant disregard for basic table manners when it came to sweets.

“Is everything the teacher said true?” Lucifer asked, MC looked up at him with a smile.

“Yep!”

“Good, good.” Lucifer held out his hand and patted them on the head. “You’re doing well. Keep it up.”

“Geez,” MC mumbled as they continued to stuff their face. “Can you get anymore affectionate?”

“Don’t be sarcastic, MC. It’s uncouth.” Lucifer said sternly. “Besides, I’ll have you know that many people enjoy my headpats. I’m quite affectionate.”

“Really now? Name one person.”

Lucifer opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. He and MC stared each other down, one pair of eyes much more nervous than the other. Spoiler, MC was still calmly eating their treat as they maintained eye contact.

“…Cerberus.”

“If you’re reaching for Cerberus, you’ve already lost.”

…his pride was under attack. Right in front of his desert…

“You’re grounded.”

“Worth it.”

*Rides by on a Skateboard* School is for NERDS (Mammon)

Pff! Stupid human! He’s not goin’ to some lame parent teacher conference-

Wait! What’s with that face?! Ugh… fine. MC’s gone and forced his hand with those damn puppy dog eyes…

Mammon does not dress up for this event, he dresses like he would every day, maybe throw on some designer stuff to let all the parents and teachers know he’s hot shit.

If MC goes with him, he pulls up in his beloved car and takes up two parking spaces (pure evil.). Every parent present already hates him, but at least the other kids there are impressed with MC’s sweet ride. MC would have gained some street cred if Mammon hadn’t managed to trip up the stairs to the classroom in front of everyone.

He’ll act way to casual with the teacher, turning the parent chair backwards and sitting down so he can lean on the seat.

Mammon gets bored crazy quickly while the teacher lists and explains all the stuff the class is learning, so his eyes begin to wander to any and all displays in the classroom. Projects, annoying posters, class pet, anything is more interesting than this teacher’s explanation.

When MC finally becomes the main topic of the interview, he’s all ears. MC’s doing great in school academically? Ha! Nerd! Maybe giving MC a playful noogie and interrupting the whole interview wasn’t a good idea, but whatever.

If MC’s failing anything, or just isn’t that gifted when it comes to grades, it’s very much a “Aw man me too” from Mammon.

This teacher is speaking with the Great Mammon, the first demon in RAD’s history to fail three semesters in a row. If this teacher thinks bad grades will phase him, they’re dead wrong.

Grades don’t mean anythin’ about smarts anyway! I mean, look at him! He’s a fuckin’ genius but he can’t get through a history test without sobbing even though he LIVED THROUGH MOST OF IT.

MC gets treats no matter what’s up in class. Though, if MC didn’t go with him, he’s likely to forget and just order something for the two of them when he gets back home.

“Goddamn teachers and their rambling!” Mammon whined, grabbing a slice of pizza from the open box on his coffee table. “You owe me, MC! Ya really do!”

“Yeah yeah yeah.” MC said, they leaned over and rolled a pizza slice into a pizza-scroll then proceeded to eat it like a veggie roll. “How do you think I feel, listening to them every day? You know how long it takes to get to the actual class material?”

“Five years?”

“Ugh! Five years if I’m lucky! I swear, I know more about my teacher’s grievances with like… five of my classmates than I do about trigonometry, and guess which one’s on the test next week?”

Mammon winced in sympathy, then remembered he was supposed to be whining and went back to it. “School’s shit and a waste of money, ya should drop out as soon as you can and help me run my new business.”

“You mean your pyramid scheme?”

“It’s not a pyramid scheme, MC! It’s legit! It’s a multi-tiered marketing-”

“It’s a pyramid scheme.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SOCIAL INTERACTION (Leviathan)

Everyone else must have been sick or something for MC to have asked Levi. He’d flat out refuse to go otherwise.

So, Levi couldn’t exactly go to the interview in his usual “I haven’t left my room or changed clothes in eight weeks” look. With the help of MC, he was able to find his military uniform at the back of his closet.

Asmo nearly fainted when he saw Levi in the uniform, not because “oooo, a man in uniform~”, it was because the outfit was so crumpled and wrinkled that it made it physically painful to look at. No time to iron and wash, the conference was in an hour!

Levi (and MC if they went with) rolled up to the school in a less than impressive ride, but one look at the uniform and all the other people present went “yep, time to be respectful (tm)”

For the first time in his life Levi was more intimidating than Lucifer! And he wasn’t even trying!

When the teacher starts explaining the course material, Levi spaces off in horror as he realizes he remembers literally nothing from school (AND HE’S STILL IN SCHOOL!) all that’s running through his head is “A squared + B squared = C squared” and “the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell”.

The actual interview was the least interesting part of the trip, the real stuff happened when Levi passed by some art on display in the hallway and something caught his eye-

Those colours… that hair… that adorable smile..!

IT WAS HER! LEVI’S PRECIOUS RURI-CHAN IN ALL HER GLORY!

Levi immediately started fawning over the art class fanart and by sheer coincidence, one of the kids walking through the hallway happened to notice.

The kid asked MC if their… parent and or guardian liked anime. MC responded with “obviously.” Levi then asked the kid if they drew his adorable Ruri-chan. The kid said no, and that they drew the My Hero Academia fanart a few rows down.

Levi was absolutely floored that there were two anime fans in one class, then his entire world shattered when MC explained there was more anime art inside the art room and other classrooms.

H-hang on… did that mean that… a lot of people here… liked anime..?

Levi needed a while to process. No snacks on the way home…

Levi and MC were sat in the back of their Uber, Levi, the Avatar of Envy himself, was having his entire sense of reality warped. S-so much anime fanart… in a school of all places..! What did this mean for the future of anime?!

“Levi. Stop.” MC sighed. “If this were an anime, the camera angle would be doing that thing where it’s right on the bridge of your nose and dramatic music plays in the background.”

“S-so many kids in your class like a-anime huh..?” Levi stuttered, weakly trying to smile. “Must be nice..?”

“Oh, that’s just my class. The other classes and grades have their fans too.”

“Oh… really?”

“Levi,” MC stopped looking out the window and looked at the otaku that was having a full scale silent mental breakdown. “Anime isn’t even a niche interest anymore. It’s a pretty casual thing to watch now. At least a third of my class watches- Levi?”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHH! ANIME! A THIRD OF THE CLASS?! ANIME… HIS PRECIOUS ANIME… WAS BECOMING A NORMIE INTEREST! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

“Levi?” MC waved their hand in front of their spaced out demon’s face. “Leviiiii? Okay he’s dead.”

The Know it All (Satan)

Ah, a smart choice, MC. Satan would be glad to help further their education. He’ll do everything in his power to make sure that the human’s brain is fed all that sweet sweet knowledge.

Satan can’t dress himself normally, MC had to coax him into a suit jacket, but he still only wore one sleeve.

MC was coming along to the interviews whether they wanted to or not, it’s important to hear what they need to improve on from the teacher themselves after all.

The two arrived pretty early, so Satan asked MC for a tour of the school. It was pretty tame until they reached the library. Satan was horrified at the state of some of the books…

Their spines lined with duct tape… pages missing and torn… someone apparently used a taco as a book mark…

The first thing Satan does when it’s time for his interview is demand the teacher take better care of the library, even though they’re not the librarian. MC tries to explain this, but Satan is too distraught to listen to reason.

He enjoyed hearing about the course material, but he made it known if MC thinks the assignments are too easy that they need to be given more challenging work. THEIR BRAIN NEEDS TO BE STIMULATED DAMN IT.

It was up to MC to either agree with Satan and nod to the teacher, or make frantic eye contact with them to try and communicate “NO DON’T PLEASE”.

Similar to (ugh) Lucifer, as long as MC is doing their best, he’s happy for them.

…but if they are in any way in the running for valedictorian he is HELPING THEM WIN.

He decided to stop at a cafe or bookstore to let MC pick out a “congrats on surviving your pitiful school” present after the interviews.

MC gleefully perused the shelves of the bookstore, there were so many books too look at…

“I’ll buy you as many books as you’d like, MC, just,” Satan shuddered slightly. “Promise me you won’t treat them like those poor library books…”

MC put their hand over their heart. “I swear on the duct taped book spines that I will never treat a book like that.”

“Good… good…” Satan breathed a sigh of relief and went back to looking at his book about cats.

“Are you… reading a Warrior Cats book..?” MC asked tentatively.

“Yes, why?”

“Satan, put that back.”

“I Will Seduce the Teacher For the Sake of Your Grades, Don’t Worry.” (Asmodeus)

Oh MC dear! He’d be delighted to go! Just let him get ready~

Asmo may not be the best choice, but he was at least going to be the best dressed person at that conference. (And MC just had to come too so all the other parents could be jealous of how well coordinated their outfits are)

He teased MC a little by saying he was going to flirt with their teacher to make sure they passed the class, but he was just kidding! …but he made sure to ask if their teacher was cute, he needed to know!

While waiting for his turn, Asmo flirts with some of the single parents, if he doesn’t see a wedding ring, they’re fair game.

Once his time slot arrived, MC realized that Asmo is one of those “my child has done and will do nothing wrong ever” types. This may have ended up working in MC’s favour if they were a class nuisance.

If MC is doing very well in sports, clubs, grades, anything, Asmo is fawning over them and gushing to the teacher about how great, smart and adorable they are.

Asmo surprisingly does not exactly flirt with the teacher, he was just teasing MC after all. But um… if MC’s teacher just happens to be cute and young, he may turn up the charm, just a little. Enough to make the teacher giggle and make MC cover their face in embarrassment.

After the interviews Asmo will probably schedule a nice day out for the two of them, shopping, a movie, mani pedis, something fun!

The real weird stuff happens in the months after the interviews… if Asmo did lightly flirt with the teacher, MC gets quite a few questions about their guardian. Questions that ask if Asmo is single in not as many words…

Oh lord, MC’s teacher developed a crush on Asmo.

Nail painting night was supposed to be a fun occasion, but MC was hopping mad and embarrassed. Asmo didn’t seem to notice as he continued to paint the little human’s nails.

“And then I told Phenex to get lost. The nerve of that little monster, right MC?” When MC didn’t reply, Asmo looked up and tilted his head. “MC?”

MC’s angry face would have been much more threatening if they weren’t just so adorable, but it was getting the message across.

“MC..?”

“Asmo.” MC’s glare deepened. “My teacher wants to know if you’re single.”

Asmo blinked a few times, before he hit his tongue to keep from laughing. “Really now~. I knew they’d be madly in love with me-”

“WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIIIIIIIIIIIS?!”

Oh My Demon King is That a BAKE SALE?! (Beel)

Of course Beel said yes! He’d gladly go to MC’s parent teacher interview!

He even put on a nice outfit :D he ended up looking a bit like a secret serviceman guarding MC, the tiny president.

Beel stopped for McDonald’s on the way there, all the other kids were so jealous of MC when they stepped out of the car eating fries.

But a little something something caught Beel’s eye when he and MC walked into the school… was that a… bake sale?

MC quickly explained that the bake sale was fundraiser for their class trip that year and the snacks weren’t complimentary. He had to pay.

And pay Beel did. He cleared out the entire table. MC’s grade’s overnight trip was going to be decadent as hell. That was no longer a crowd funded thing, that trip was privately funded by a tall buff ginger secret service member and this tiny in comparison child.

Kids are incredibly blunt, just like Beel, so when a random kindergarten kid wandered over, looked up at Beel, and very knowingly said “you’re very tall”. Beel was like “yeah”. The kid then said “what’s it like being that tall?”

Beel’s response to this kid’s question was to pick them up and hold them for a few seconds before placing them back down. For just a few moments this kid knew what it like to be over 6’4. Of course, more kids swarmed in and asked to be picked up.

Sure it was cute, but Beel now has an army of kids ranging from kindergarteners to third graders.

Finally, the conference actually began. Beel snacked the entire time and dutifully listened to everything the teacher had to say.

After the interviews are over, he checks with MC to make sure everything the teacher said was true and that they weren’t lying. If all was well, the two made their exit.

They stopped at Wendy’s on the way home.

“I’m so full…” MC groaned, Beel held up a massive cookie.

“So I can eat this?”

“No. Gimme that.” MC took a very defeated bite out of it. “My stomach says no but my mouth says yes…”

“I don’t want you to get a stomachache, MC,” Beel said worriedly. “No more snacks.”

“It’s a little late for that. It’s past nine and I’m still eating, there’s no way I’m getting to sleep at a reasonable hour.”

“Oh…” Beel mumbled. “I may have not completely thought this through.”

“*Snore* Huh? Wha? MC’s Grades? Uh… Fuck…” (Belphie)

MC must be failing a class or something because why on earth would they pick Belphie otherwise.

They ask him to go while he’s delirious from just waking up from a nap, he sort of half nods and mumbles some gibberish before going back to sleep.

MC had to basically carry his ass to the school. Belphie drooled all over them in the waiting room, and when it was their time to go into the interview, Belphie had to be manually put into the chair and slapped awake.

He barely listens, he just sits and nods along with whatever the teacher is saying. The teacher could say MC brought an alligator to school and he’d just go “uh huh…” “mmmph… yep…” “really now?” then yawn.

The only thing that could possibly get Belphie to be interested is if MC is studying space. If they are, than boy howdy is Belphie suddenly interested in their education.

Other than that? *snore*

If MC is in fact failing or doing poorly, MC’s teacher asks to see another one of MC’s guardians at a later date. Their plan failed miserably.

MC drags Belphie out of the school and yells at him for not helping them. Belphie, still sleep delirious, tries to press the snooze button. MC does not have a snooze button.

“Belphie!” MC shouted, shaking the Avatar of Sloth awake. The House of Lamentation’s resident bastard was somehow sleeping standing up outside. “HOW COULD YOU?!”

“Eh?” Belphie half-snorted and looked around confused. “What’d I do? Where are we?”

“At my school! You said that you’d go to my parent teacher interviews!”

“…MC I don’t think I’d pass well for you.”

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GO AS MY GUARDIAN!”

“Sheesh,” Belphie murmured while he rubbed the remaining sleep from his eyes. “You humans are so noisy.”

MC looked up at their dearest demon friend, and gave him their best glare. “I’m going to take all your fancy temperature changing pillows and switch them with normal pillows you traitorous bastard.”

[moemammon]

So how do the brothers react to an MC who’s strong enough to pick them up and just carry them around bridal style with no issues? Xx

The Demon Bros reacting to a Hella Strong GN!MC Picking them Up

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Lucifer

Bold of you to assume he'll let you pick him up. Don't even try to get the jump on him, it's impossible. Everyone knows this.

But if you insist that he lets you, he miiiiiight go along with it. Just to see if you can actually do it, tbh.

Honestly doesn't think you've got the strength to pick up a while grown man.

But fact that you CAN lift him up with ease is just??? Haha you've had your fun now put him down right now.

Now that you confirm that you CAN pick him up, he bans you from doing it ever again. Your puppy eyes will not make him change his mind :)

Mammon

Goes from immediately holding on for dear life, to spitting out profanities in surprise-

"Wh- MC?!?! What do ya think yer- How the hell are ya so strong?!"

REFUSES to let you look at his face. It's not because he's embarrassed or anything, damn it! He was just caught by surprise! Yeah, that was it!

"O-Of course you'd wanna pick up the Great Mammon! ....But couldn't ya give a guy a warnin'?! Thought I was gonna have a heart attack!"

Kinda tempted to use you to make money. He'll set up a little booth, people can make bets on whether or not they think you can lift them... And nobody's gonna believe a human like you can pick up a demon! He'll be rich!

Levi

If you do it in public (assuming he's even outside), he might never forgive you. Let's play it safe and assume you pulled this stunt in the safety of his room.

Ngl he's gonna be jealous of your strength. HE wanted to be the one to pick you up, like in the anime!!!

So when you show off your scary strength, you've got one (1) red-faced otaku in your arms. You can hold him for thirty seconds max. Any longer and he might burst into flames-

Too shocked for words tbh. How??? Are you managing this??? Being strong is one thing but being able to walk around with him in your arms????

May or may not imagine you doing it again some day. He'll never admit that though. Put him down, you stupid normie!

Satan

When you scoop Satan up, he immediately clings to you. You caught him by surprise so what did you expect? He doesn't wanna fall-

There's a 50/50 chance that he'll either find it entertaining, or be pissed. Let's just assume you had enough common sense not to do this around other people

The look on his face is enough to tell you to put him down without him even having to say it, so he's not in your arms for long-

Clears his throat when he's on his feet again, and he's trying to act like those cheeks of his aren't burning red-

Distracting himself from his embarrassment by researching how the hell you can just??? Pick people up so easily like that. Are you really human? Are you secretly training with Beel? Is it your diet??

Might see how he can use you against Lucifer 🤔🤔🤔

Asmo

You already know this boy is all over being carried around like the queen he is. He ADORES the fact that you can lift him up with ease, all romantic like~

Asmo wants you to twirl him around and dip him low, like in the movies. He's already fanning himself at the thought! 💕💕💕

"Oh MC, I always dreamt of you sweeping me off of my feet like this, but I never knew you could actually do it~!"

What else can those big, strong arms do? 😏😏😏

Expect to be carrying him around a lot more often. He's got to show of your strength to everyone he knows! Oooh, he can already picture their faces when the two of you walk into the club, while he's being daintily carried in your arms~

Beel

He's usually the one picking YOU up, so when you pick him up for a change, he's shook-

Beel wants to know where you've conjured up the monster strength. Whatever you're eating, he wants to try it ASAP

You're a lil human,,,,, a wee creature,,, and yet,,,,

Honestly he's more amazed than embarrassed about it. Definitely not used to being picked up by ANYONE. He does ask you to put him down after a while, though-

Wants to know all the details of your workout regimen. If it's good enough that a human can lift someone like him, imagine what it’d do for a demon! Will you be his workout buddy? Please?? 🥺

Belphie

Belphie's probably lighter than his brothers because he doesn't eat much and sleeps a lot, so he's easy to lift. You catch him by surprise, but he's not even fighting it

But you shouldn't have shown him what you're capable of because not he's going to milk it at every given opportunity. Now there's TWO people who will happily carry him around??

"MC, my legs are tired. Why don't you you just carry me up the stairs?" "No? But aren't you strong enough to do it?"

He acts like he's not spoiled, but he definitely is. Tries to find every excuse to be carried by you, but most often when the two of you are alone.

Offers to carry you for a change, but then hits you with that signature "Just kidding."

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About your last headcanon post you said something about scenting. I imagine the brothers have got most of MC's stuff scented even though it's probably dominated by the main bro in chosen MC's life. I can't stop seeing the scene where beel is about to pop someone's head because their touching his side of the room or the scratches and weird scents all of the brothers leave behind.

Well, human olfactory senses are notoriously terrible when compared to our other animal counterparts (like seriously guys, we can’t smell worth shit) so personally I don’t think that the MC would even be able to pick up the scents if they were left. They’d probably be completely ignorant of it, unless they caught one of them in the act and asked what they were doing. And well…

More Scenting Headcanons (Cause Why Not?)

Lucifer would try to be subtle about his scenting, but it only goes so far because he likes to let his wings do it. He’ll wrap the MC up in them when they hug or go into their room and just let them flap for a little while until he’s satisfied. If he’s feeling particularly possessive, he’ll pluck out a few feathers and hide them around their room so no matter what his brothers try, his smell will always linger in there without any apparent explanation... It’s all about the mind games.

Mammon is… less subtle? Like, he tries to be but the MC can read him like a book so it doesn’t really work. He’ll look for any excuse to wrap them up in his jackets or he’ll try to let them wear his sunglasses around when he can. He mostly favors using his head and hair to get the job done so he’ll rest his head on them a lot or give them almost kitten-like headbutts to pass the scent along. As far as their room goes, the MC will just “lose” stuff from time to time and then it mysteriously comes back wherever they left it last… They can’t tell that it smells like Mammon, but everyone else sure can.

Levi is also not very subtle. Since he prefers to use his tail, he’ll pretty much only scent MC in the privacy of his room unless something hits him right in the Envy, then he may just wrap them up on the spot. Levi’s also not really in their room enough to leave a noticeable impact scent-wise, but he likes to flip the script by having their scent in his room instead. He’ll offer them every blanket or pillow he can get his hands on and he will steal their clothes if he can get away with it. It gets under his brothers’ skin like no tomorrow when his bed smells like MC because they know there isn’t anything they can really do about it...

Satan does the full demonic treatment: scenting, scratching, marking; you name it. He’s not necessarily possessive like Mammon or Levi, he just really gets a kick out of seeing his marks on them and their stuff (because Lucifer will eventually see them too, you know?). Though he scents almost like a gentleman - like an arm around their waist and nuzzling their head/shoulders or something - they’ll start to find claw marks embedded in their furniture pretty soon… He does a criss-cross slashing motion and they are DEEP in there. Biting is also not off the table for him unless they expressly tell him not to, so watch out.

Asmo is NOT subtle at all, in fact he’ll shamelessly tell them what his intentions are upfront. They just HAVE to wear his scarf today so that when they go out, they’ll smell like a couple! He doesn’t even have a favorite way of scenting because he’s usually so attached to them that it’ll happen one way or another. If he’s feeling petty, though, he’ll scent a part of their room that he knows the brother he wants to spite prefers just to be an ass (that’s pretty much an olfactory middle-finger in Demon culture, it’s the equivalent of purposely sitting in someone’s favorite spot).

Beel is also not that subtle but he doesn’t do as often as his brothers. It takes a lot to get Beel to scent but when he does he goes all out because by that time he’s hit a breaking point of some kind. If he gets that far, their room will smell like nothing but him and he’ll make sure of it - I’m talking full on rubbing his back up against the walls if that’s what it takes. He’ll even claw over Satan and Belphie’s scratches just to make a point. It’s so effective that the House refers to it as “Beel Bombing” and it takes at least a week for them to undo it all…

Belphie actually scents the MOST often if you can believe it. It could even be considered one of the few “chores” he’ll never skip out on doing. Naturally, his favorite spot to scent is their bed and he’ll never miss a day of redoing it, that way his brothers have no hope of claiming that spot for themselves... He even scratches up the bedposts with numerous shallow claw marks to drive the point home. If he wants to really scent their person, then he’ll just “dust them off” with the fluffy end of his tail throughout the day. He tries to play dumb but really, what else could he be doing?

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Too late to apologize - Part 4

part 3 here

"- Wait ? What ? Agent?"  said Alan, confused

She started scratching her soles on the grass again, looking down at her feet. She was looking  like a little girl who had just been caught doing something stupid, and when she dared to look up at him, he saw that he was looking at her with anger, and perhaps even with disgust.

The fed, scornful, resumed : 

- "You didn't answer my question Probie, what are you doing here? And for your information, the internal Affairs are very curious to know why you didn't inform us of Nymos' presence in those mines" 

 She had been preparing for this confrontation while driving to Duskwood, so she was not intimidated. She challenged him with her eyes and laughed :

- " And what are you doing here, Solis? It doesn't look like you needed my services to know about Nymos. Are you conducting some dark parallel investigations on your own? " 

She couldn't stand that man anymore. From her first day on the squad, she had sensed that something was wrong. Solis had been appointed as her manager in the cybercrime office, and he was obviously not happy about having to deal with the new girl. 

He had made it clear that he didn't understand the need for a psychologist/behaviourist in there. Although it seemed that he had gotten along well with her predecessor, ( a psychologist who had apparently disappeared overnight without a trace) ,  Solis had always been a real scumbag with her. On several occasions Johnson, " the boss" , had even had to reframe his rude behaviour toward her.

MC agreed with him that she was useless  for them, but it had been decided that her type of profile was needed in the squad. Although it was not usual to let a beginner "alone", she had nevertheless been chosen for the job because of her excellent marks in training, and the glowing reviews from William Carpenter, her FBI tutor. 

She would have much preferred to work with him. She had a great deal of respect and admiration for this experienced agent, a true reference , who had been a true guide for her during all her years of training. He continued to take care of her and hoped to get her into a unit more suited to her skills. By chance, William's own daughter, Sally , was one of the unit's computer experts and the two young women got on particularly well.

But for the time being, she was stuck with the geek team, chaperoned by that asshole of Solis. That feeling  that he was hiding something, had become more and more present. She wasn't supposed to analyse her colleagues, but on many occasions she had noticed that his body language indicated that he wasn't telling the truth. She had discussed this with Sally on several occasions, and both young women agreed. 

Mc recalled the events of the past few weeks and the conclusions she had drawn from them. There was something unclear in the Nymos file, and Solis was playing a rotten part in it.

- " We had planned, Nymos and I, to meet once Hannah was safe. He came to me of his own free will and I could have picked him up as easily as that. I didn't tell anything, you so you wouldn't screw it up, but still, you managed to Fuck up my work . He'll wonder now how he got located so quickly. So if he doubts me now, and cancels our meeting, then I promise you'll have to deal with me! "

- "You think you're smarter than everyone else, probie ?" He asked, Furious

-" Hummm ,  i guess if i have been chasing him for four years, and never have been able to get my hands on him, then maybe i would Wondered myself about my skills" she said, slowly, so he could feel each word like a slap on his ugly face.

"Solis , this time you even called in the army and once again you screwed up, still you're empty-handed!" She provoked him while clapping her hands.

His face red with rage, Solis opened his mouth to answer the young woman, when coming from nowhere, a voice announced :

- "Everything is ready, the perimeter is secured. We're waiting for your go" 

Without hesitation Solis grabbed hid walkie-talkie and simply replied:  "go"

Mc didn't have time to wonder what he was talking about, when an explosion was heard behind her and she felt the ground shake under her feet. This bastard had just blown up the mine entrance, preventing Jake from getting out through it. Her whole body was screaming, but no sound came out of her mouth.

- "I'm sorry, but I don't think Nymos is going to make it to your date.  Tomorrow it will be the other acces that will be condemned," Solis sneered as he walked away without looking at her. "Meet me tomorrow at 8am  at the police station for a debriefing, and don't be late Probie"

Paralysed by the shock, MC felt her stomach rise, and only had time to take a few steps to the side before vomiting. She was vomiting and sobbing at the same time, devastated by what had just happened. She was still bent over when Alan handed her a bottle of water, she nodded her thanks. The man couldn't take his eyes off her, confused, obviously unable to process  what had happened.

- I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, for all this mess," she whispered , looking at the clearing around her.

- Does he want to kill him? Alan asked.

- No doubt about it. 

They were silent and thoughtful for a few minutes.

- Agent Martins. You should get some rest, you've come a long way.

- Call me Mc, please. The offer is tempting but I need to find a way to stop Solis from his landfill work.

- No, I'll take care of it MC, no chance i let them dynamite the whole area.  Go and get some rest, tomorrow after your debriefing I'd like you to explain what this is all about.

Mc nodded, stammered a thank you and walked off to her car.

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It was so hot here. 

He had been stuck there for several hours, his water supply was running dangerously low, and that wasn't his only problem. He was injured and lost.

He had had to go deeper into the mine than he had intended to in order to avoid Alan, and then a fire had broken out as he turned back. When he reached out this room where the kidnapper had hidden of his researchs, he had found Richy sitting, unconscious, probably  cause of the smoke, the mask of the man without a face  beside him.

He understood immediately, to be honest, Jake had suspected it all along,  he'd always thought Richy  was involved. But then Michael Hanson's lead was so likely,  that he'd been fooled too. 

At first he was tempted to leave him to his fate, he was guilty and he had to pay for the evil he had done. He took the time to click some picts as proof of the mechanic's guilt, but he could not bring himself to leave the man on the ground, abandoned to certain death.

He himself was also guilty of breaking the law countless times, he had done many bad things. Despite this, he did not consider himself evil, he had always acted within the limits he had set for himself. He had never wanted to destroy, but to explore, to prove, to build, to get to the bottom of things. There was even a quest for an ideal in his actions.

He had never wanted to die, or feel that he deserved to die, even when living was simply about surviving.  This was even truer now, now he was hoping for redemption. 

He put his mask over his nose to protect himself from the smoke, and slung the mechanic's arm over his shoulder to drag him to the hatch under the waterfall, then half-opened it which had been locked from the inside to let in a trickle of air and give the unconscious man a real chance of getting out alive. 

Then he ran off, rather pleased with himself.

Things might have gone well if the fire had not progressed so quickly through the mine, forcing him to take paths that were not indicated on his map. After several hours of wandering around without really knowing where he was going, he found himself in front of a flaming Path, and he realised then that he had gone in circles. 

In this area, the flames had damaged the structure of the shafts, and he avoided the worst when the ground collapsed under his feet. He landed a few metres below in another gallery, alive, but with wounds in his side and left thigh. He cut off part of his shirt to make makeshift bandages and continued on his way. 

He was determined, he had no fear or doubt : he would get out of there, and take her in his arms as he promised her.

There was obviously no GPS signal in the mines to locate himself, so he had quickly tinkered with small improvements to his activity tracking app so that she could trace his steps and track his movement without the help of GPS. His only constraint was to take the most regular steps possible so that the data would be as accurate as possible.  He had also undertaken to mark the path he had taken, leaving markings on the powder, allowing him to draw a new map of his environment. 

He now had a rough idea of where he was, or so he hoped. If his calculations were correct, he hoped to soon reach a series of ladders that would allow him to join a known path.

He had tried several times to send her messages, to telle her that he was not doing so badly,  considering he was stuck in a burning mine, surrounded by cops, but in vain. The area he was in, had no reception at all. His phone was constantly searching for the network,  wasting battery, so he decided to turn off mobile data and anything that could use too much power.

Later, he would  have to apologise to her a thousand times over, for having left her unintentionally without news.

As he made his way along, with increasing difficulty due to his injuries, he imagined what she would reply to him,  when he finally would tell her that he was okay.  She would tell him how scared she had been, and that she was looking forward to see him.

He was feeling worse and worse, the exhaustion, the pain and the lack of air in this confined space was becoming more and more complicated to deal with, but he refused to listen to his body's warning signals, and focused on her. She could save him. 

Suddenly there was a thud in the distance. The ground and the walls of the mine shook, the shockwave raising a cloud of dust all around him. He pulled his mask over his mouth and nose to protect himself, and closed his eyes. The sounds of sliding and rubbing all around him presaged a landslide around him. Forced to keep his eyes closed, he slid back against the wall and sat down. He picked up his phone and reactivated the mobile data, crossing his fingers that it would work this time. His eyes still closed from the dust, exhausted, he dozed off.

A coughing fit made him open his eyes, he was feeling even worse than before his unexpected nap.  Turning his mobile screen back on, he immediatly saw the messages notifications : 

- You must get out immediately, a fire has broken out.

- Jake? 

- please tell me everything's ok

- I'm coming to get you.

- Contact on avali's forum

Her heart raced. Her precautions impressed him - she had found a very discreet way to stay in touch with him in case her phone is taken -

He logged on to the dark forum and accessed the messaging système, and found the note she had sent him in drafts. He would have done same way, feeling so proud of her.

"On my way to Duskwood, I'm going to clear the exit of the mines, hold on"

He read this simple note dozens of times in a row, confused, swaying from one feeling to another, and it made him dizzy. He was happy, proud, relieved, excited and at the same time worried, anxious, and upset.

"I'm fine, but still stuck, with a lousy network :) Don't do anything risky, don't come here, it's too dangerous I'll be with you soon" 

He replied, then got up with difficulty but with a smile on his face and despite the pain, he started walking again.

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Part 5

[ggreactionsandscenarios]

request of how twice would react if they saw their girlfriend, who is also the 10th member of twice getting flirted with while being on a reality show by another boy band member right in front of them? thanks!

Twice Reactions

A male idol flirting with their 10th member and gf in front of them while on a reality show

Nayeon

"I'm sure Y/N would love going on a date with me."

Nayeon was hastily arguing with one of the boy when she heard that cocky comment made about you by the leader of the group. She was bewildered for sure, but fast to reply, ending both her argument with the mc and your interlocutor's attempt to flirt with you at the same time.

"No sitting arrangment needed just make sure he sits as far away from Y/N as possible and we'llbe fine.

Jungyeon

"That's the worst pickup line I've ever heard."

Your girlfriend appeared behind the annoying douchebag who was forcing himself to you. She just came back from a call and was not please to hear this guy flirting with you when she came back. She decided that it was easier to make him feel dumb than to snap at him. She just got closer to you, her arm circling your shoulders as she presents herself.

"Hi, I'm the only one whose bad pickup lines got to her. Now let's crush you to that arm wrestling contest shall we ?"

Sana

Sana was too busy admiring your perfect cat ears to catch on what that dancer was telling you. Yet when you looked at her clearly asking for help, she reacted right away still without looking at anything but you though.

"You're really bad at this game."

She said it with the nicest tone, a big smile plastered on her face as she tried to give you a kiss on the cheek. Which made the robotic cat ears go crazy right away, making her win the game.

Momo

Momo had to hold back her laugh when that boy approached her to ask if he had a chance with you. Amused by his audacity, she encouraged him to try, telling him that you liked bold and direct people when you really don't. After his first attempt failed, he looked back at her for advice and she just cheered him up still pretending he had a chance. She only stopped because the break was over and you had to go back to filming.

"Try harder next time little boy, she might break up with me for you who knows."

Jihyo

Jihyo stop caring about men flirting with you as soon as she understood you were totally obvious to it. There was nothing to worry about if you weren't even taking it as flirt. However this guy was starting to become a problem when he decided that touching you was okay. She'll push his hand away sending him a terrifying look playing her assigned character perfectly. Thank god she got the husband role and not him.

"She is my wife !"

Mina

Mina was sulking, she knew she shouldn't but she couldn't help it. She wished you didn't end up in the same team as him, even though he was the one making you win. When it was her turn to choose which wire to cut off her bomb, she decided not to listen to him. Turned out she was right and the bomb didn't explode making your team win. When you hugged her as a celebration she forgot even being jealous of him in the first place. He could flirt all he wanted in the end she was one winning.

Dahyun

Dahyun got caught making a digusted face on camera and was asked by the mc what was the matter. Of course she couldn’t just say that it was her reaction to the flirty smile a boy was giving you but she could still get back to him in front of everyone. So she just decided to play along.

“I think it’s him, he’s the mafia. He didn’t pay attention to anyhting we said”.

Indeed too focused on flirting with you he didn’t bother listening what was happening in the game, soon enough everyone agreed on killing him. Turned out he wasn’t a mafia member which both Dahyun knew since she was the mafia.

Chaeyoung

You were trying to be concentrated on what Chaeyoung was drawing on your back but this guy just kept talking to you, to the point where you missed a few important hint. It was starting to pissed your girlfriend off, she was doing her best for you to understand the word before his team but he was too much of a distraction. Out of the blue she turned you side ways and finished the drawing making you guess it right away.

"Pabo !"

Once you took a look at her drawing you could see that it was no other than that annoying guy.

Tzuyu

Tzuyu wasn't taking any flirting lightly, she finds it terribly disrespectful. This dude started hitting on you, giving you side glances and 'helping' you with your archery mission. And it didn't go unnoticed by your girlfriend who immediately reach for the bow, aimed and hit the center. She then took your hand and brought you to the opposite direction.

"Let's win this game and crush him down or else I'll have to kill him."

Hey, here is your request. Hope you'll like it, give feedback 😁-Ael

[luminari-mc]

My Human, My Sunshine - Part 1

Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort.

Pairing: GN!MC x Mammon

Word count: 5194

Summary: Mammon finds himself lost in the human world. Meanwhile, MC can't get ahold of Solomon, their phone dead silent.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: My first writing piece for Obey Me! It's kind of a long one so I recommend you grab a snack or two during it. While this part is occupied by a good amount of text messages between Mammon and someone else, I'm already thinking of writing a part 2 which will have way more dialogue. In the meantime, please enjoy this little scenario I came up with after listening to a song that set me in an angsty mood. :)

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Wet. Cold. Exhausted. And completely lost.

Mammon felt all of those, and yet, his legs kept on marching into the dead of night, his jacket covering his head despite being too drenched to protect him from the rain anymore. Each time a droplet of water came rolling on his cheek, his wrist would come to brush it off, and Mammon would let out an annoyed groan. If only there were any shops open, but the city was definitely asleep. He was thankful for the crashing sound of the rain on the ground around him, along with the smell of the wet asphalt keeping himself awake, otherwise, he surely would have gone crazy by now. The demon had even lost count of how many hours he had been wandering through the streets, how many mailboxes he had checked, how few passersby he had come across, only to receive negative answers to his questions.

And so Mammon kept on walking, not sure where to go next. But he felt sure of one thing: he wouldn't stop moving until he had found what he was looking for. Be there rain, or no rain. Lost or not.

"Tch, the human world's weather really sucks..."

As he walked on the pavement, his brow furrowed from the lack of new clues as to where his destination was supposed to be. His eyes caught sight of a bakery he had already walked by earlier during the day, its gentle light piercing the darkness that had been accompanying him for far too long now. Mammon's brow furrowed slightly at the sight- he knew he had gone in circles time and time again, but seeing it confirmed once more rubbed him the wrong way. Despite that, he decided to walk towards it, and took shelter under the entrance's porch. Surely the owners wouldn't mind him checking his phone for a few minutes, right? Right.

Pinching between his fingers the precious D.D.D. he had tucked under his shirt to protect it from the rain, Mammon looked at the map again. His stomach dropped for the upteenth time upon seeing the address still showing in his search bar, the letters and numbers taunting him. A knot formed in his throat as he tried his best not to scream at his screen.

"It wasn't there, you idiot..."

His mouth formed into an angry pout. Mammon looked into the list of potential addresses he had made throughout the day, and all had been crossed out. He felt his jaw clench- not only was he left with no addresses, no other clues, no humans to help him, but also that stupid rain surely would keep on falling for the rest of the night.

He was truly cursed.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do now?!" Mammon groaned, his free hand reaching upward to grab at his hair in frustration.

Yes... that was a good question. What was he supposed to do? It wasn't like he could ask help from any of his brothers, or from the angels. It had already been a miracle a witch he knew accepted to snuck him into the human world without anyone knowing, but there was no way he'd get any more help from her without offering his own life in exchange. And contacting Solomon was absolutely out of the question, for his own obvious reasons that he still was suspicious of the guy.

For the longest time in a while, Mammon felt alone. More alone than he had ever been before. He had promised himself to go on this search on his own, stupidly thinking that it'd be over by the end of the day, and look where that got him. Lost in the human world, on the verge of catching some nasty human virus from all this rain that had poured on him, and without anyone by his side.

The grip on his phone tightened, the hand holding it shaking slightly as the anger was starting to consume the demon. Even Mammon's patience had its limits, and he was starting to reach it.

"Dammit, where the hell are ya-"

A pathetic yelp escaped his mouth as he looked in fear at his phone, which had buzzed for a very short second in his palm. Wait, was it a notification? But from who? He had taken all the necessary precautions before leaving, so who was still able to reach his number?

His mind ran through all possibilities as he quickly checked his screen, the name of the sender making him open his eyes wide.

Leviathan: Mammon!!

Leviathan: Where are you???

Leviathan: You promised me you'd play this new game with me after coming home from RAD, don't tell me you forgot?? It's been HOURS.

Leviathan: Also the others say they can't reach your DDD and Lucifer is seriously pissed!

Leviathan: And I know you didn't break your DDD, that wouldn't explain why I can send texts now and the others still can't. Even though mine didn't work before.

Leviathan: But do you know how much time and effort it took me to find a way to bypass a blocked number?? Well guess what, the same amount of hours since you broke your promise!

Leviathan: You're reading this, right? Then send something! Anything!

Mammon backed even more into the porch of the shop, his eyes stuck to the screen of his phone. All of the blood rushing to his head suddenly made him forget he was cold in the first place. Of course Levi would be the first to find a way to contact him.

The demon's chest rose as he breathed in heavily, his hands slowly wrapping around the phone. It took him a hot minute to get ahold of his trembling fingers so as to not make any typos, his mind debating whether responding was a good idea or not, even as he hit the send button.

Mammon: Sorry Levi, gonna have to postpone the gaming session.

Mammon: I got business elsewhere and I'm not sure when I'll come back home, if ever.

Leviathan: Ew stop sounding so gloomy, you're almost starting to sound like me and tbh it would be kinda creepy.

Leviathan: That still doesn't tell me where you are! I know it's like a common thing for you to get into shady stuff on a regular basis but even Lucifer seems concerned, and weirdly enough he's not even trying to hide it???

Leviathan: He's been pacing back and forth in the common room for 20 minutes and won't let go of his phone it's starting to creep me out.

Leviathan: Hey huh, if you really were in big trouble you'd let us know, right? Like, even by typing a secret message to let us know that you got kidnapped or whatever?

Leviathan: Nevermind, I really don't see why you'd even get kidnapped, so it HAS to be that you chose to disappear by yourself.

Leviathan: But anyway! It's been 2 months now since everyone's been acting weird and I've seen and heard you enough to CLEARLY see that you're getting worse but finding trouble with witches or whatever won't help you feel better. And yes I know you've been faking being fine the entire time!! Don't think you can fool me!!

Leviathan: Believe me and the hundreds of figurines I bought!! I thought they'd help and it's somehow doing nothing, I feel like the worst fraud of an otaku EVER!!! How can I call myself an otaku when I can't even find joy anymore in the things that make an otaku what he is??

Leviathan: It's like I'm losing my identity! Wait no screw that, it's not just me, we've all been losing it!!

The three dots of a message being typed disappeared and reappeared, and Mammon couldn't do anything but watch the messages of his brother pop up one after another on his screen. A sense of guilt surfaced inside of him, and it only made him frown. It's not as if he hadn't thought about asking Levi for help, before getting himself into this mess... but for both of their sakes, he had decided that it had to be him coming here, and only him.

But suddenly, just as he expected his brother to send another message, the three dots disappeared, and didn't come back right away. Mammon's focus on his phone increased at the unexplained absence of new texts from Levi, and he waited, expecting him to continue the chain of messages he had started. But nothing followed.

It wasn't in Levi's habits to suddenly stop texting in the middle of a flood of texts. The demon gripped his phone tighter, worry beginning to grow within his mind. Was it because they were in different worlds that their phones couldn't reach properly? Or worse- had Lucifer found him out?

His heart almost skipped a beat as the three dots reappeared under his eyes, before letting another message pop up.

Leviathan: wait

Leviathan: waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait

Leviathan: OMG NO WAY

Leviathan: MAMMON TELL ME YOU'RE KIDDING

Mammon: I literally haven't said anything?

Leviathan: YOU PERFECTLY KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT

Leviathan: DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE IN THE HUMAN WORLD RN??

Shit.

How did he even find out?! Well... he could only assume that it wouldn't take a genius to figure out where Mammon could have gone if not anywhere in the Devildom, but still, why did Levi have to type it out? His plan was supposed to be flawless after all.

Mammon: Sorry bro, I can't say where I am.

Mammon: I know Lucifer's bound to check all of your DDDs sooner or later and that's only gonna help him find me.

Mammon: And like I said, I have something to do, so I can't come back.

Leviathan: Wait! I'll delete all of our messages, and I'll even destroy my DDD if it means you tell me why you're there

Leviathan: Actually no don't even answer, there can only be one reason you took that kind of risk

Leviathan: Is it... because of MC?

Upon reading their name again, Mammon felt his stomach sink. The eyes of the Avatar of Greed closed almost instantly as if to avoid reading it, the damp air whistling through his teeth as he breathed in deeply. Of course Levi would figure that out too. Any of his brothers could have.

The demon leaned his head against the wall behind him, his eyes opening and staring into nothing as he contemplated telling Levi about his plan. It wasn't as if he had any backup plans considering the situation he was in, after all. And Levi had the advantage of being at home, and having access to technology and magic that could improve his search further. But the thought of Lucifer figuring everything out still haunted him, making the hair on his skin stand straight.

And yet... At this point, he had nothing else to lose.

Mammon: Ya gotta promise not to tell anyone about this.

Leviathan: Who do you take me for? I'm not a snitch!

Leviathan: Especially if it's about MC.

Leviathan: But huh... what about Lucifer? You know that if when he finds out you went to the human world, he's going to kill you.

Mammon: Fuck Lucifer.

Mammon: I'm tired of hearin' him say he's "taking care of it". He clearly knows something but won't tell any of us and I'm tired of not getting any news from MC since they left the Devildom 2 months ago.

Mammon: And what's with his excuse about them not havin' their DDD anymore to contact us? I call that a load of bullshit.

Mammon: Something weird happened and Lucifer's too stuck-up to let us know what it is.

Mammon: So I'm done waiting around to see when they'll come back, or IF they'll even come back. So I'm going to get them myself.

Mammon: Problem is, I went to MC's place, and they weren't there. Their neighbor told me that they moved out a while ago with, get this, "a guy with white hair".

Leviathan: ??????? Solomon?????

Mammon: I'd bet my Demonio and all the things I possess that it's him.

Mammon: Not only Lucifer's in on this secret thing about MC, but Solomon too. I've already booked him an appointment with my fists if he did anythin' to them.

Mammon: Hell, even Diavolo and Barbatos seem to be in it too, which sucks even bigger time.

Mammon: So that means it's just us 6 who don't know shit. I wasn't about to play nice and dumb for Lucifer any longer.

Leviathan: Mammon

Leviathan: I never thought I'd ever write something like that to YOU

Leviathan: but

Leviathan: you sound super cool rn!! That just makes me wish I could have gone too!!

Leviathan: Pleasepleaseplease let me help!!! I'm also worried about MC and I miss having them here. The atmosphere at the house has sucked ever since we realized we couldn't text or call them anymore and I huh... kinda miss seeing them around the others too.

For a split second, Mammon considered taking a screenshot of Levi's last message to sell it as "the proof that the Avatar of Envy can control his jealousy!", but now wasn't the time for that. He had Levi's approval for helping him find the whereabouts of MC, and that's all he needed at the moment. He hadn't even noticed his lips turning into a small grin upon reading his brother offering his support.

Mammon: Alright Levi listen.

Mammon: All I'm tryin' right now is to find where MC might be.

Mammon: I don't think they left the place I'm at, but I ain't about to search at every damn house there is here. Would take too much time anyway.

Mammon: So can ya use your shut-in powers and figure somethin' out? Like I don't know, catch their human phone's signal or whatever through hacking?

Leviathan: Lol? I'll let you know it's not because I spend my entire days in my room that I know how to find a human phone!

Leviathan: I know how to hack yeah, but I don't know how to hack human technology! Not that I maybe tried once or twice and it resulted in failure each time.

Leviathan: But huh... I could try?

Leviathan: Let me ask Satan if we could use magic too.

Mammon: Satan? Levi, are you stupid? Last thing we want is to get more people to know about what I'm doing.

Leviathan: Oh huh yeaaaah, about that.

Leviathan: I should have told you sooner, but when I stopped answering earlier it's because Satan caught me texting you.

Leviathan: But he actually knew you had left to the human world! So we don't have to worry! He's on our side... obviously.

Mammon: Then the two of you get on it.

Mammon: And don't catch Lucifer's attention.

Leviathan: Yeah!

Leviathan: I'll let you know when we've found something.

Leviathan: BRB!

And then just like earlier, Levi's texts stopped appearing on his screen. A sigh left Mammon's lips as he closed his eyes, and the demon allowed his body to slide against the wall behind him until he was sitting on the ground. As he stretched out his sore body, the second-born finally realized that after two whole months of not getting to hear MC's voice, seeing their smile, getting to touch them... he had gotten closer to finding them, all thanks to his brothers. He had let Lucifer's intimidation get the best of him throughout all this time, but not anymore. No matter whether his older brother would catch wind of where he was, and what he was doing, Mammon would never stop trying to bring back MC where they belonged. With him, in the Devildom, back with the family they had found and grown to love.

Closing the messaging app with his thumb, the picture of MC he had set as his D.D.D. background seemed to radiate like the sun. How dared them all try to separate his human from their first man? From the one who'd they come to whenever they had a nightmare and couldn't fall asleep? The demon who'd hug them as tight as possible in their bed after a long day at RAD? The one who'd had the chance to fall asleep with them, getting the absolute honor of seeing their face so close to his, and who'd protect their dreams from any bad thoughts and scary nightmares?

The anxiety that Mammon had worn on his face all day slowly disappeared, and a small smile was placed upon it instead as his eyes met MC's in the picture.

"I'm almost there. Ya just gotta be patient a little more."

I'll find ya.

Time went on as Mammon waited for any news of Levi and Satan's research. The rain showed no sign of clearing soon, and the demon was starting to doze off after spending his entire day without taking a single break. He could have almost fallen asleep if it hadn't been for the owner of the bakery opening the door to close his shop and asking him to sit somewhere else. So Mammon moved from one spot to another, and took shelter near another store instead.

After what seemed like an eternity of waiting on the stone steps he had sat on, his phone's screen flashed a bright light as a new notification from Levi appeared from the top. Quickly passing his wrist on his tired eyes, Mammon tapped on the new message at the speed of light. The contents made him gasp, and for a second, he had almost forgotten how to breathe, as his now wide-open eyes were glued on the content of the message.

A full-on address, along with a picture of the place.

Mammon instantly stood up at the sight of the picture, the memories of his day resurfacing in a flash. He remembered very clearly seeing this particular building sometime during his search- its height had been making it stand out very easily amongst the other buildings in the city. Nobody couldn't mistake it with anything else.

Mammon: This is it?

Leviathan: Yeah, we placed down a map and confirmed it was there.

Leviathan: Satan actually found a book in his room with a spell that can help find a person's specific item with just some of their DNA.

Leviathan: So we went to MC's room and found some hair that Satan used for the spell, along with his phone so it could narrow down the list of MC's items.

Leviathan: I didn't think Satan's room could look even more of a mess, but he spent 10 minutes shoveling through his collection and now you can't even see the floor or his bed anymore lol

Leviathan: Anyway now that you got what you wanted, go and check if MC is there!

Mammon felt his legs move on their own as he flipped his jacket above his head and stepped under the rain again, a confident grin now brightly adorning his face as he typed on his phone to reply.

Mammon: Thanks Levi. I'll owe ya one.

Leviathan: Find MC and bring them back. Then you can consider us even.

Mammon nodded, a newfound hope filling his entire body and mind. After confirming that Levi had ceased texting him, the demon turned the phone off. He opened his hand to drop it on the wet floor, and let his right foot crash down upon it, the object almost breaking in half. Mammon promptly gathered in his hand the shattered item, now completely unusable, and threw it down a nearby sewer before letting his excitement take the best of him and sprint further in the direction of the building from the picture. At least, now Lucifer wouldn't be able to track him down with it if Levi and Satan got caught.

The more distance he covered, the more Mammon could swear he was about to take on his demon form at any moment. The thoughts of MC began to fill his head even more, as if they were the one pushing him to find them, to get to them as soon as possible. For the first time in 2 months, Mammon felt truly alive.

"Almost there. The Great Mammon's coming for ya, MC!!" he let out in the form of an encouragement to himself, his legs having found their energy again as his form was engulfed further into the city.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Anxiously pacing around the room, their head low and their phone in their hands, MC was growing more and more impatient. They were supposed to receive an update from Solomon about three hours earlier in the form of a phone call, but no matter the amount of messages they'd spent in the hopes of the wizard finally answering them, all they received was a dreadful silence. Grabbing a nearby chair, they let their body fall onto the seat as their fingers typed yet another message. They couldn't really understand how they had come to grow so persistent when it came to getting Solomon to reply to them, but having no other person to talk to ever since they left the Devildom 2 months prior would do that to anyone, they assumed.

'Solomon, sorry, I know I'm sending a lot of texts, but you said you'd visit today and I'm starting to be worried and... honestly a bit lonely. I thought going out today would help, but I just sat in the park for an hour before going back home and not doing much of the day.'

'You were supposed to meet with other wizards today, right? I hope nothing bad happened. But in case you're alright, all I'm asking is just one reply to at least get some sort of human connection. Not that I had a lot of it in the past few months.'

They felt their throat tighten upon writing their last sentence, feeling the frustration spilling out of their own words right back into their face. But who could blame them?

2 months without seeing, hearing, or even texting their friends back in the Devildom. 2 months without receiving a single visit from Luke or Simeon. 2 months spent exclusively with the company of Solomon, who had been acting strange ever since and had made them move out of their home under the excuse that it was to "train them at magic in a more private setting". But more importantly... those had been 2 months without having Mammon around, and MC would lie if they said they hadn't spent several nights crying themself to sleep, wondering how the demon was dealing with their absence.

The memories of their latest departure from the Devildom played in their head like a movie as they placed a hand on their forehead. Everything had seemed alright at the time, with them getting to say their usual goodbyes to the brothers, wishing to see them again once the new year at RAD would start, foolishly thinking that they'd get to spend their time hearing their voices on a daily basis once they were back in the human world. And before they could understand, their DDD had been taken from them, Solomon had been more present in their life than ever before, and for a reason they still couldn't grasp, it was as if the brothers had vanished from their life completely. No news whatsoever. Complete radio silence.

Just thinking back to this period, and how they could have probably caught that something was up as soon as Diavolo asked for their DDD after the brothers had left... it just made them want to puke.

But nothing could make them want to do so as much as the long-awaited reply of Solomon appearing on their screen.

'Hi MC. I'm deeply sorry I couldn't get ahold of you throughout the day. I won't be able to visit you today, since my services are still required here. Besides, it's getting late. I recommend you go have a good night's sleep as soon as possible.'

'If everything goes smoothly, I should be able to come back tomorrow. Then, we'll be able to go walk wherever you want. How does that sound?'

'I need to be going, but I shall wish you a good night. Take care, MC.'

And just as quickly as he had answered, Solomon went silent again. Leaving them in this apartment they had grown to hate, this prison cell he had put them in. A place where no fun could be found for them. MC didn't even bother sending anything else after that.

Their head sunk even lower, until their forehead slowly met with the hard surface of the dinner table. The phone faceplanted onto the wood as MC's hands turned into hard fists, a deep groan shaking the walls of their throat. It was hard not to let the tears escape their eyes, but instead, they opted to punch the table several times as hard as they could, until they felt their anger diminish.

How long was Solomon going to act ignorant towards them? How long was he going to ignore their pleas to get news from the Devildom, anything that would let them know why they couldn't contact the brothers, Diavolo and Barbatos? Even if the lords had been in some sort of trouble... they'd still find time to talk to their human, right? There was no way Mammon, the one they loved, wouldn't try to reach them one way or another... right?

Him who had been so clingy in such an adorable way every time they'd be at the House of Lamentation, he who had revealed to them that there wasn't a single day where his thoughts wouldn't drift to them no matter how hard he tried...

No. No amount of important duties would explain why Mammon of all demons, would ignore them like that.

They missed his antics. His entire being. The warmth he'd bring them each time he'd hold their hand before tucking his face into their neck like a pouting child, desperately trying to sneak one or two kisses in there, in the hopes he'd get to hear that sweet giggle of them. It wasn't for nothing that Lucifer had come to name them the chaotic duo of the House of Lamentation. They were two parts of a whole.

And yet, the world had dared to separate them. And MC was tired, oh so tired of not having their other half near them. The only feeling they had left, was one of pure desperation to see their greedy demon.

"I'm not asking for much... even a single word would do." MC replied to no one as they turned their head to rest their cheek onto the table. They closed their eyes, the anger slowly being replaced by a profound exhaustion. Could they really do nothing but act normal around Solomon, and accept that this was now their new life? No demons, no angels, just... humans around them?

Before they could slap the thought away, a loud banging coming from the entrance door made them straighten in their seat, their head turning towards the hallway in a panic. Their heart pounded inside their chest as the banging seemed to go on forever, until they used the back of their chair to push themself up, their legs shaking.

"S...Solomon?" They asked, way too silently for anyone to hear, and fully knowing that the person behind the door couldn't be the wizard.

As if they were waiting for an answer, MC stood there, their hand grasped onto the chair. The banging was insistent, demanding, angry. At this time of night, there were few reasons they could think why someone would mistreat their door in such a way, and MC wasn't sure they wanted to find the reason for it.

That is, until the person behind the door finally let their voice be heard.

"Oi, MC! Ya can hear me right?! Come on, open the door!"

It didn't take long for MC to let the familiar voice enter their ears, and it took less time for them to nearly stumble over the chair as their legs moved in a hurry to lead them towards the door as quickly as possible. Their hands messily trying to open the locks on the door, they were sure their mind had just played a trick on them, and the person outside was going to leave them completely disappointed, but they didn't care. This voice they could only remember so well despite the time since they had last heard it, was simply inviting them to open the door, to check for themselves whether it was true, or just a nasty joke played by their brain.

But as the last lock was undone, and the door was swung open, MC couldn't do anything but just stand there, their mouth agape.

Mammon kept on drawing breaths, his wet hair stuck to his forehead and drops of rain falling from his clothes onto the floor below, so much so that it had started to create a small puddle underneath him. As if the person who opened the door wasn't the one he expected, the demon took a step back, letting his eyes wander up and down on the human he had in front of him, almost in an attempt to check if it was really them. He too, couldn't stop his mouth from hanging open at the sight.

The two of them just stood there for a few seconds, taken by so many emotions at once that they weren't sure what to do. But right as Mammon took a step forward, his mouth opening some more to let out words that he so desperately had wanted to say for so long now, MC's face contorted into one of pure sadness before they rushed towards him. Mammon greedily welcomed them into his arms as they jumped and wrapped their arms around his shoulders, and their legs around his waist. They buried their face into his neck, the warmth of their tears mixing with the rain on his skin.

His embrace only tightened even more as they mumbled his name amidst broken sobs, the sound ever so close to his ear that even though he had his eyes firmly closed, he might have cried on the spot too. But he had found them. He had them in his arms again. After what had seemed like a million years, finally, they were back where they belonged, and he was back with his human.

Almost as if they were about to be pulled away from him, Mammon placed a hand on the back of their head, wanting to protect their entire being from harm no matter the cost. He still wasn't sure why it had taken so long for him to reunite with them despite the obstacles, but at the present moment, nothing else could matter.

The lord had finally found them, and he wasn't about to let anyone interfer between their happiness once more.

"I ain't letting you go." He whispered through gritted teeth, his head lowering into their shoulder. "Ever again."

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The Obey Me Brothers Reaction to MC Breaking Down Over Schoolwork

(Initial ask contains an ableist slur and so cannot be posted. Please, in future, refrain from using slurs in any asks sent in!! It has since been added to my rules and I will straight up delete asks with slurs in them. Thank you <3)

AN: Apologies for taking so long to get to this one, its been in my inbox for a while. I’m sorry you were feeling that way, its really difficult getting adjusted to everything again, I work in a school and a lot of the students and teachers alike are definitely really struggling. Best wishes <3

I think I’m usually okay at not letting slip that Levi is my favourite boy, but you can tell here ;u; Sorry

Lucifer

He realises all too late that things are probably tough. Initially Lucifer is distant, and whilst he notices how tired you look sometimes at RAD, he decides to ignore it - you were probably distressed because you had been pulled into the Devildom out of nowhere, you’d just have to adapt because nothing else could be done. In his mind it was pointless worrying about it.

However, as he begins to pay more and more attention to you, he realises its more than that. You frown in class, your grades jump around and you don’t leave your room regularly, probably too busy focusing on studying. The few times you’ve accepted his offer of help, you seem to be on edge.

He decides one night to check in on you, and he hears a harsh thud from a few paces down the hall. He throws the door open without knocking, convincing himself that he was just worried you might be hurt because they needed you for the exchange programme and it would be a pain replacing you now, months into the whole endeavour.

You whirl around, arm still raised, your grip tight on your textbook. He looks about and sees other books scattered about, the room a mess.

Lucifer makes a low growling noise in the back of his throat, raising a hand to press against his temples before he freezes, finally taking in the look on your face. Your eyes are wide, having been essentially caught by the one person you really, really wouldn’t want to see you right now. You lower your arm slowly as he approaches, taking your face in his hands before you can duck away from him.

His tone and expression are impossible to place as he silently examines you, gloved hands wiping across your cheeks to get rid of any traces of your tears. You don’t have the time to process any of it before he pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms carefully around your shoulders.

Lucifer is silent, almost eerily so, and he holds you there without moving until you either push him away or until you stop sniffling and drop the book. Even when he does speak again, he’s quiet, deep in thought as he looks around the room and tells you simply to head over to his - he’ll bring you something to eat shortly, get some rest in the meantime. You mumble something about a test, and he waves a hand. He’ll bring the textbook, its fine, go rest.

It takes him a half hour to get to his room, carrying a tray with some tea and snacks. Your textbook is tucked under one arm, and he gently invites you to eat before he starts talking things out. He asks if classes are too difficult, asks if there’s anything in particular you’re struggling with. He makes a lot of offers - Luci is a busy guy, but he can free up a time slot if you want to study with him, or he can get you a tutor, or you can simply text him your concerns and he’ll respond as soon as he’s available. His advice is simple and realistic.

Once you’re done eating and drinking, he opens the textbook and goes over the things that are most likely to be on the test. He gives tips, explains the things that confuse you in a clear and concise manner. He’s a good teacher, and he’s a lot more patient than you’ve seen him before.

Overall, Lucifer is a quiet comfort, but a determined one. He works to make things easier for you in the background, marking out important parts of the textbook so you know what to focus on, and offering a hand whenever you need it. Also, when you get back to your room later, your books are neatly organised on your desk.

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Mammon

Mammon randomly pops into your room quite often, making excuses about how he’s absolutely entitled to because he’s in charge of taking care of you. On this particular evening, you have absolutely no warning as per usual and he doesn’t bother knocking, because this boy only has good manners when it benefits him.

He freezes instantly, and he’s over to you in a second before you can throw whatever’s in your hand. His grip is careful but tight on your wrist and he squeezes until you let it go, tossing whatever it was onto your bed without looking and wrapping you up in his arms. You might feel trapped for a second, but he has this fear that you’re Going To Get Hurt and so he just holds onto you until you settle and start sobbing against his chest. (Mammon is panicking too much to think about it, and he’ll definitely apologise after and try not to do it again if he scared you.)

He pulls you over to the bed and sits you down, a hand smoothing through your hair. His grip remains on you at all times, and you can feel his hands shaking when he asks what’s wrong, MC? Did something happen?

Mammon listens carefully, swallowing and smoothing a hand over your hair when you tell him its because the work here is just too damn hard and you can’t do it, you can’t, you can’t remember all the dates for the history or recall the right Latin to say for this one course and its not like it matters anyway because you’re human, why would you need this?

He mumbles back “I know, I know,” and runs his hands down your arms, back, along your hair. Wherever he can to comfort you, wherever makes your breathing slow back to a normal pace and takes away the hiccups left from sobbing. He doesn’t force you to look at him, almost doesn’t want you to as he bites back sniffles and sobs and wipes his face against his sleeve because crying right now won’t fix anything for you.

When you’re both calmer again, he starts rambling about something or other to take your mind off it. Mammon isn’t one to offer any immediate solutions, and rather tries to distract you with stories until you fall asleep and he can lay you down and march straight to Lucifer and demand he talk to Diavolo about this, as fearless as if he were defending Belphie or Levi for accidentally breaking something.

You’re assigned a tutor, and have tutoring sessions with each of the brothers for things they’re good at, with Lucifer and Satan covering any areas the others don’t particularly excel in. Mammon himself helps you with maths, and although he isn’t always the best at explaining it, his presence along is comforting and helps makes working through a little easier, and he’s good for taking your mind away from any stress so that you can focus without worry holding you back.

Leviathan

He had just wanted to get something back that he loaned you, a book or DVD. He can’t remember what it was the second he hears a crash and throws open your door, and finds you in a ball on the floor, the room a mess around you. You don’t even look up as the door opens, and the two of you stay in place for a few moments.

Levi doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know where to start, but he can do one thing. Quietly and carefully, he tiptoes around your room and starts putting things back where they belong. He tidies your desk, faintly organises whatever notes he finds by subject and piles them up together. He doesn’t touch you, because he’s worried you wouldn’t want him to right now, that he might scare you, and so he just tidies until the room looks a little more normal again.

When you finally look up, he’s sitting a few feet in front of you, headphones on as he stares at his D.D.D., either playing a game or watching a video or scrolling through Wikis as he waits patiently for you to start the conversation or ask for whatever comforts you need. You move over to sit beside him, and he blushes but takes off his headphones and holds an arm out so you can rest against his shoulder.

He lets you watch whatever is on his phone for a beat before asking in a hushed voice if you need anything, if something was wrong, or if someone (maybe him?) upset you. When you tell him it’s about schoolwork, he sighs and pulls you closer without thinking about it. He hands you his D.D.D. and puts his headphones on you, tells you to stay there for a bit and keep watching until he gets back.

Levi returns a few minutes later with Satan in tow, each of them carrying a bag with their own textbooks in them. Levi kneels down to take back his D.D.D. and headphones and to help you up, and tells you you’re all going to start studying together in the library. If you’d be okay with it, he means... he could use the help too, and maybe it wouldn’t feel so bad if you were there. Not for any reason in particular!

Study sessions are added to your schedule after that. Even on days where Satan is off doing something else, Levi will tutor you on whatever he finds easiest - usually history, and oftentimes its history involving the navy. His shyness melts away into confidence as he talks about all the things he’s done, about how he was appointed head thousands of years ago and he thinks he’s yet to let Diavolo down.

After study sessions you go and get a drink together, something like bubble tea or smoothies or whatever, and then play games together to relax and let the info sink in instead of obsessing over it. If you ever start to get stressed out again, Levi gently puts his headphones on you and the two of you wait it out together, and he smiles at you every time you take the headphones off and take a deep breath, ready to keep working. He’s proud.

Satan

Satan is observant enough to notice ahead of time that something is about to happen. You seem horribly stressed and unfocused in your classes one day in particular, and he decides to stop by your room the second he gets home to find out what was wrong.

He knocks and waits for a while, but you don’t answer, and he was sure he heard noise before but now your room is deathly silent. He carefully creaks the door open a bit to call in and see if you’re there, and hears paper crumpling against the door. Deciding to investigate, he opens it a little more and slides in through the gap.

The room is a mess of books and paper and pillows, and you’re at your desk, hands clamped hard over your ears. You’re making some kind of whimpering noise every now and then, and Satan starts to piece things together as he gathers up books in one arm and smooths out paper. He taps you on the back before moving back a pace or two, just in case.

You freeze before turning around to look at him, seeming almost guilty, and he doesn’t really get why you’d feel that way but he holds up your books and clears his throat. “Do you want some help?”

Satan is more practical than emotional and, whilst he isn’t sure what kind of comfort he can offer you right now, he knows he can help with the work, help make it easier. He pulls a chair over beside you, motioning for you to scoot over, and leans against you as he opens the first book and asks where you were struggling. He keeps a constant connection between the two of you, either has his leg against yours or his entire side against you so that you know he’s there, so that you’re permanently aware of his presence.

He doesn’t look at you too often, not when you can see him do it. Even then, there’s no judgement in his gaze, just his brows furrowing slightly out of concern until your breathing in alright and you start to smile in little bursts again. He smiles then as well, scribbling down some notes for you.

After that, Satan regularly pulls you aside after class and asks if you want to come out with him to a cafe or to the library, or he’ll call you to his room in the house and ask if you’ll let him teach you this set of notes so that he can remember it better. He’s subtle, never really brings up what happened and never asks you about it because he’s already got it all figured out in his mind. Instead, he just works on moving on from it and making sure it doesn’t happen again, and if it does, he’ll be ready to be there for you again.

Asmodeus

Asmo had decided to visit your room because you weren’t responding to his messages asking if you wanted to go out shopping with him. Majolish had new season wear and he absolutely needed to go get first pickings at it, and he wanted you there by his side.

He knocks but opens your door immediately after anyway, not giving you time to do much more than turn to face the door, bringing the pillow you were about to throw up over your face instead so he can’t read too much of your expression. He sees the tears, anyway, and without thinking walks over to you and holds your face in his hands.

His voice is laced with concern as he asks what’s wrong, and he immediately looks like he’s going to cry as well, but he just did his makeup and he’s not going to risk ruining it right now. Instead he moves over to the bed and pulls you down onto his lap, holding you tight against his chest. He keeps asking, every few moments, if something was wrong and if there’s anything he can do, and his eyes dart around the room to try to piece it all together. Your books were still out on your desk, pillows a mess around the room, and you... You were curled up against him, shaking and choking down sobs.

Asmo pouts and holds you in silence until you calm down and start talking to him, start telling him what was wrong, what subject you’d been struggling with over the past hour and you were still stuck on the same damn page and not making any progress and the test was only a few days away and everyone was expecting so much from you, you who never even asked to be here. Obviously you weren’t good enough for this, obviously they should’ve chosen someone better-

Asmo cuts you off there, pushes against your shoulders until he can see your expression and cup your face in his hands. He’s not having you put yourself down because you’re struggling with work that the centuries-old demons also had a hard time with, not on his watch, and he tells you just as much. When he’s done half-scolding you, his expression softens and he offers whatever help he can. He’s sure he can rope Satan or Lucifer into helping out, and if not he can charm the examiners into giving you a better score... he keeps going until some of his silly advice gets you to snort out a little laugh, and then he relaxes.

He lays back and pulls you down with him, sighing as he instructs you to take a nap, and then after you two can go out shopping and you’ll figure everything out as you strip Majolish bare of its new wonderful outfits. And Asmo keeps to his word. As you’re trying things on he talks through the stall walls, proposing different ideas to you whilst simultaneously boosting your confidence as he compliments you and finds the perfect outfits for you.

Asmo makes it clear that if ever you should need a distraction, just give him a call - there’s always something better to do than reading over textbooks, and he’ll throw in study sessions so long as you’re there to spend time with him. Anything to make you feel better.

Beelzebub

Beel was in the kitchen, clearing out the fridge as usual when he heard a muffled thud against the wall. He pauses, turning to look in that direction, and realises that its the wall attached to your room.

He’s outside your door in no time, and taps nervously against it with his fingertips before opening the door slightly and calling in to ask if you were okay, and could he come in please? He hesitates when you don’t respond, but decides to head in anyway, because you might be hurt and any embarrassments he’s sure the two of you could live with, but with an injury there was no guarantee, not for a human.

There are books everywhere, the room as messy as he’s ever seen it, and you’re... nowhere to be seen. Not until he hears a sniffle and rounds the corner into the dining room section, and finds you curled up in a ball against the wall, face against your knees. He’s quick to back away, worried that he’ll upset you more, but then Beel kneels down a few paces in front of you and leans forward to tap your arm.

You flinch and look up immediately, pulling your knees closer to your chest until you realise its him, and then you just look guilty. Beel’s chest hurts, he feels horrible - what happened to make you feel like this? Could he help, or should he go get someone else? He asks just as much, voice somewhat broken over the questions as he hesitates. He doesn’t get this anxious often, but right now you remind him of Belphie a few thousand years ago, and he doesn’t know what to do with that.

He pushes the thought away and slides closer, sitting against the wall beside you. His presence might not help, and he waits for you to tell him to leave, but after a while you press against his side and he opens his arms to you and holds you as tight as he can until you feel a little bit okay again. And then he asks, again, what’s wrong, and he waits for you to tell him, shaking but as patient as can be. You open up to him slowly, and he listens.

Beel doesn’t know how to help, doesn’t think he’d be a good tutor for you, doesn’t know how to relieve the stress really. But, he promises his arms are always there if you want a warm hug, and... he is sure that there is some resolution to be found, but for now you should just do your best and that’s all anyone could expect from you, and if anyone doesn’t like that then... he’ll be your bodyguard, ready to defend you at any moment. He was good at that, sometimes.

Beel smiles at you and gives you the warmest smile he can manage before tucking your head back against his shoulder or chest. He tells you to rest for a little while, and then you can try working again later. Whilst you’re asleep, he pulls out his D.D.D. and messages Belphie asking for advice, and then Lucifer. By the time you wake up, he’s got a few tips from the brothers and a tutoring timetable is being organised by Lucifer for the two of you, so that you wouldn’t be alone.

Belphegor

Belphie doesn’t know why he was on his way to your room, and he stops thinking about it the second he throws the door open and sees you crying. He’s too tired to put the pieces together as he looks around, too tired to really take in the room, but he’s on high alert when he runs over and wraps you in his arms, looking around properly to see if anyone was there, if anyone had hurt you.

You can hear him growling in the back of his throat until he slowly relaxes, shoulders lowering as he takes in how messy your room is. It must’ve been you, he decides, holding you closer to him. A demon would’ve left this place in a horrible state. But nothing was torn, just scattered around.

He’s more awake when he pulls you over to the bed and immediately lays down with you on his chest. He doesn’t get what’s wrong yet, but he’ll figure it out. He wills his powers, his sin’s influence, over you until you’re drowsy and fall asleep, still sniffling occasionally, and then he starts to work things out.

By the time you wake up, Belphie apologises for how disorientated you might feel. He probably should’ve talked to you first before making you fall asleep. He smiles sheepishly at you, but the concern in his eyes is only thinly veiled, and you can see through to it.

“So, school, huh?” he asks, lopsided smile almost teasing. He wants to make you smile, or laugh if he’s lucky. Instead you make a frustrated noise and press your face into his chest again, and he pats your head to comfort you. You hear him swallow before he pushes against your shoulders to get you to look at him again.

He’s not hiding so much when he asks what’s wrong, and he listens as you stumble through an explanation before sighing and asking if you want to take another nap. He grins when you glare at him, before adjusting you both so you’re sitting up again. “Let’s get to work, then. What subject is first?”

Belphie isn’t the best at a lot of the work, and he’s missed a lot of classes, but he’s a decent help and he keeps your stress down by cracking jokes and patting your head when you do well. He’s a comforting presence, and if you get overwhelmed again he leans his elbows against the desk, head in hands, and suggests you take another nap with him because he could really use one right now. He laughs when you swat at him and tell him to focus, and then looks at you and tells you that you can come to him if you need help, anytime. Don’t wake him up if he’s deep asleep, though - get Mammon or someone stupid to do that, he jokes, just in case he lashes out.

In future, Belphie will tap on your door when he knows you’re studying and, although he often falls asleep at your desk or just immediately heads over to your bed to nap, he gives off a comforting aura that makes the work a bit bearable for longer.