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I'M FREE TO COMMENT!!! My First Date - 500 F.C. request is so good! I love it especially you were surprised by his voice like me (⁠・⁠o⁠・⁠), you thought of slapping him smack playfully but didn't want to cause an accident 👍, Mammon did removed the blindfold 👍, you took a moment to adjust because it's dark even for Devildom's standards 🕶️, you had no clue about the date ❓, just the conversation about crab season especially how terrifying it is & misleading it is 🦀🐦 🤣, he did tell you what's the date which you loved like me 😍, how sweet & honest both of you are with each other 💕, he blushed when you help his hand 😳, and he brought his hand with yours 🤭 Thank you so much for doing my request because I love it so much :) Can I send 2 requests now? Only if you don't mind of course! - Romance Anon

I'm glad you liked it! I enjoyed writing it a lot, so it is comforting.

And I was wondering where you were ☺️☺️

You have until the 30th to request whatever you want, but I'll let you know that I'll post either tonight or tomorrow the HCs for the brothers learning that shy!reader never dated anyone before them (in case that was one of the things you wanted to request).

Have fun with it!

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God, thank you for not killing me before the age of 25 like that weird girl at college said you would 🥰🥰

Levi and his tub 😂😭🙏 also I love the new outfits! Lucifer would SO lounge in a satin robe

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Is this a sneak peek I see?

IS THAT MY IRL WRITING?

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Is this a sneak peek I see?

IS THAT MY IRL WRITING?

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I am, actually, honestly and seriously thinking about opening commissions.

My lack of working experience is a liability while I'm searching for jobs (which is so stupid, because if everyone wants experience, where am i gonna get that experience, but anyway), and I want to start getting money because of my labor and not because of my parents' allowance.

Writing is something I do and I'm half decent at, so it makes sense to offer a little bit more for a price, right?

OCs, private fanfics, more explicit works, more elaborate relationships or longer one-shots... What I don't normally do because it's too much for a simple blog could be real for a reasonable amount of money, no? 🤔

Edit: writing in Spanish may also be included in commissions, but be aware that I am from Spain, not Latin America, so the language slightly changes.

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I think I forgot to turn on anonymous? Please don't answer it if I did 😓 I'm the anon you recently answered about the fic. I'm very sleepy, so I don't remember

You had it on anon, but I'll answer you with this ask!

Thank you for answering about the fic, it helps when you're all this ready to help me!

And please go to bed :)

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Hello again! I was the anon who requested the fic "If the fall didn't happen"? I meant how Satan and MC could bond with it. I think I'd be a little upset if I hear anyone mention "what ifs" about not falling since that would = to me never existing in the first place. Sorry, did I word this wrong? I think the way I say it is a little confusing.

Thank you again! Sorry to bother ♥️

(also, what is a drabble? I rarely encounter that word, my apologies 😓)

Ooooh, I get you now!

You mean Satan and MC hearing the other brothers talking about that "what if" in a fond way? Maybe saying Lilith would still be there and they'd live in the Celestial Realm; ignoring the fact that neither Satan or MC would exist in that scenario. Is that what you mean?

Don't worry about it, I just misunderstood what you meant. Tell me if I did now ☺️

(A drabble is a short fic between 500-1000 words, if I remember correctly, but I do tend to ignore it. Some of my "drabbles" are 2.5k long)

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Can I request HCs of Leviathan, Satan, Belphegor, Barbatos, and Simeon comforting/reassuring MC who has a mix of paranoia + fear of abandonment. (Paranoid everyone is secretly plotting against them or just pretending to like them. MC is 99% sure that none of that is actually happening but still wants their partner to reassure and comfort them so they can be 100% sure) if you’re able to? Thank you :3

-M3C Anon

This is a very possible scenario, ngl

I mean, if your relationship with someone starts with them threatening you and stating how superior they are (in the brothers' case), there's a high chance you'll be even the tiniest bit insecure and suspicious of hidden agendas. Barbatos is too mysterious for a 100% trusting relationship, which is understandable due to his work, and Simeon is just too good to be true.

I get it and I like that MC is conscious about the irrationality of their fears. Trust your partner! 👍🏻

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First date - 500 F.C.

Characters: Mammon x gn!reader

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Requested by: Romance Anon

A/N: I loved writing this one. It's very cute. Based on this :)

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“Okay, you can take off the blindfold now”

Your body jerked at the sudden sound of his voice, then heated up in embarrassment when he chuckled in response. You briefly thought about playfully slapping his tight in reprimand, but you weren’t sure of how far away from you he was and you really didn’t want to cause an accident due to mere shyness, so you bit your lip and barely turned in his direction with a bashful expression.

Not even a couple of seconds later, though, you felt his fingers reaching for your head to grab the ends of the blindfold and untie the knots. With one swift pull, the cloth silently fell to your lap and the world was once again exposed to you.

Everything was dark around you, even for Devildom standards, so it didn’t take too long until your vision got used to your surroundings.

Mammon eyes were focused on the road, with his hands carefully turning the wheel at each curve and irregularity on the road, but he was sneaking more than a few glances in your direction every couple of seconds. Although the yellow spots of his eyes had a dim shimmer similar to jewels under the light, there were no streetlamps on the road nor a full moon to light up the way; only the starts far away in the sky. Your window showed nothing but darkness, but you hear the distinct murmur of waves in the distance.

“Are we going to the beach?” you frowned, voice raspy after your short nap.

Nervous with excitement, you tangled your fingers with the blindfold, tracing the trims and slightly scratching the seams.

Mammon hadn’t told you anything about your date; he just covered your eyes right after you drove out of the House of Lamentation’s garage in his room and insisted you would like what he had planned for you both.

The journey had started at dusk and you’d fallen asleep soon after, lulled by the engine of his car, his sporadic humming and the melodic singing of the Devildom’s native birds. Now you were deep into the night and you had no idea where you were.

He was lucky you trusted him with your life.

“Not exactly” he shrugged, avoiding his gaze for the first time, almost disappointed. “It isn’t the right season for you to be unharmed at the beach…” Your eyebrows raised in alarm. “But I swear it’s going to be fine! I found a safe spot, okay?!”

“Unharmed?” you repeated, smiling, yet a bit terrified.

“It’s crab season”

His face remained neutral as he scratched his nape, like that was a good enough explanation, but you’d been living in the Devildom long enough to know that anything that sounded simple was probably, actually, horrifying.

“Crab season”

“Mhm”

“Like, the crustaceans from the sea?”

“No, the birds from the sky” he replied immediately, looking at you like you lost a screw or two. “Are you serious, MC?”

You raised your hands in the air, exasperated, but he just rolled his eyes and went back to the road. Thankfully for you both and your banter, though, it was a straight one.

“Well, I don’t know!” you exclaimed, unable to stop smiling. “What do they have that can be so dangerous, huh?”

“Probably the claws”

“The claws?”

“Like pincers” he nodded seriously.

“Oh, but crabs have those in the human realm too!”

He gasped, briefly turning to look at you in surprise before focusing on what was ahead again.

“Really? And you still go to the beach?”

His yelp made you cackle loudly, interrupting the previous stillness inside the car, but he didn’t seem to mind. Instead, an adoring smile grew on Mammon’s face, quickly followed by a blush that didn’t disappear for a long while; not even when you calmed yourself down and looked back at him with achy cheeks and shiny eyes.

“They don’t do much as long as you avoid them” you shrugged, moving ever so slightly to sit a bit closer to him and cursing the gear lever between you.

“As long as you can avoid them” he added.

At first you nodded in agreement, not thinking much of what he said, but soon your mind caught up to his words.

Frowning in confusion, you turned in his direction.

“What do you mean?

Doing the same, Mammon looked at you with clear uncertainty.

“What do you mean, what do I mean? Those things are huge!”

A second passed as you studied each other in silence. Then, you sat straight, pushed yourself away from the seat, and turned your body to fully stare him down. His eyes opened wide in expectation.

“The crabs?”

“What else?” he responded, genuinely lost. “They’re, like… horse-sized”

“OH!”

Your exclamation rattled inside the confinements of the car, and Mammon suddenly jumped in surprise. His hands momentarily lost control of the wheel, making the car sway in the road, but he quickly regained it. One of his arms moved with inhumane speed to keep you glued to the seat and the other grabbed the wheel with a stronger grip to steady the car.

In less than a few seconds, you were as quiet and safe as before.

But you couldn’t hear nothing over your quickened breath and the pulsating heartbeats in your ears.

“We’re fine” Mammon announced, denying you the chance to spiral. After a tense moment, he moved his arm away from your side of the car and pushed the gearstick. “We’re fine”

“I’m sorry-”

“It’s okay, we’re fine. Just a scare” he smiled, taking importance away from the situation and not allowing you to think otherwise. “Why did you yell, though?”

You sighed, taking a minute to regain your breath and set your heartbeat back to normal. The crashing waves on the outside pulled you back to the real world, to the empty night where only Mammon was there with you.

“My crabs are more rat-sized”

“Your crabs…?”

“DON’T be nasty, Mammon”

But that just made him laugh harder than ever.

He threw his head back, exposing his neck to the empty space before him, and, suddenly, air seemed too dense to go through your nostrils. Your eyes travelled to the silhouette of his Adam’s apple, watching it bob as he cackled at your expense, and then to his stretched arms and the sharp angles his fingers formed curling around the wheel.

He had pushed you against the seat a mere moment before.

The thought made you stare at the road with wide open eyes.

“So where are we going, then?” you asked quickly, trying to move the conversation along.

A couple of breathless chuckles after, Mammon finally answered.

“There’s a cliff over the beach with views to the open sea” he mumbled, lowering his voice and bringing the intimate bubble from before back. After a moment of hesitation, he placed his hand on your tight. You didn’t dare to move. “I have a blanket and some dinner, so I was thinking maybe we could stay there for a while”

“That sound like a good idea” you whispered in response, too flattered by his planning to talk any louder.

“Does it?”

“Of course”

He smiled, wider than ever, and lowered his head to hide it away from you, but you could still see it. However, not wanting to distract himself from the road again, Mammon looked up and cleared his throat nonchalantly.

Just when you thought the moment was over, he talked once more.

“Thank you for agreeing to come with me, MC”

And you would kiss him right then and there if he weren’t driving, but, alas.

“Thank you for accepting me” was the only thing you said, choked up in your own feelings. They had probably been there since your very first night at the Devildom.

Mammon turned to look at you, again frowning with genuine confusion and surprise. When he talked for the last time, he sounded more honest than he’d ever done before.

“Of course”

Like there was no other way.

Without thinking much, you moved your hand to wrap his. Your fingers intertwined as he suddenly sat straighter, with a more focused expression and a lovely blush under his skin.

The next time he moved the gearstick, he brought your hand with his.

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Taglist: @ilovecandys2010 @ollieoven @kingofspadesdelusion @whimsybloom @mia4gotcookiez

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I fucking hate (HATE) how Tumblr manages the programmed posts.

Hey, you stupid moronic app, you do know that me saving a programmed post doesn't mean I want to post it right now, do you? You hot piece of trash? <3

You do understand that if it's programmed to be posted in two weeks and I make a small (small) edit, then save it, I don't mean for THE WHOLE THING to be posted TODAY.

Does your beep boop work just fine or do you have a 4 year old taking care of business?

And even then I feel bad for the 4 year old because I just compared it to your programming.

It's not that hard, Tumblr. It's really not that hard.

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Hello! I just wanted to ask if u take angst requests? I wanted to request a fic between MC and satan if possible?

You know how if the brothers didn't fall, mc and satan probably won't exist? (I haven't finished any of the games so my knowledge is limited). You can do whatever with it, it was just an idea I had ♥️

Good day/night to you!

Hi!

I do take angst requests! You can see the rules there in case you're curious, but you pretty much did it perfectly already!

Have a good day/night yourself! <3

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Hi! Can I request HOL HC/brothers reaction to MC saying, "I don't see myself getting married or having my own family"? The brothers like MC, but it seems like no matter what kind of advances they made, MC would just smile and act like it's a friendly thing. It's because MC has never been in a relationship before or has been rejected by the people they liked, so they just give up, and the idea of romance becomes foreign to them. Thank youuuu💕

That's so sad and I get it sooo baad.

I love the idea of MC seeing how obviously the brothers are flirting with them, but refusing to believe it because they don't recognize their behaviour. Not because it's hard to understand, but because they've never been at the receiving end of it.

Thank you for requesting! <3

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My request WAS going to be what if MC was a Kpop demon hunter but I don't wanna spoil you cause it's so frickin good 🥹 and tbh I don't mind anyone. The brother/undateables. You can choose! I just loved this movie sm and I wanted to share😭

SORRYY, ik you already have sm to do😔🫶🏻 I hope you take rests when you can!

- A.I anon (don't overwork yourself, secreto🫶🏻)

I am impatient to watch the movie, but I need my sister to give me the Netflix password and she's occupied with work right now, so I'll have to wait :/

And I'm okay with doing things, so don't worry! Specially if it's writing! Plus, I have a pool in my house now, so if I'm not writing or posting, then know that I'll be floating in the middle of nowhere lmao

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Okay, here's the planning for the summer:

Last week of June: I'll finish the 500 followers celebration masterlist. I have every fic planned and ready to be written. Normal requests will close on June 30th.

July: your requests. If you requested something months ago, expect it to be posted in the first few days of the seventh month. I'll post in chronological order.

Mid of July: I'll open requests for the 1.5k followers celebration only. It'll be a summer bucket list event. I'll post the prompts and open requests on July 15th. They will close again on July 31st.

August: 1.5k followers celebration and original series, like Pick Me Boys. Also, I'll update my ao3 account and post all my works there as well.

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Cleithrophobia: the fear of being trapped

Characters: Belphie x gn!reader, Mammon and Asmo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Perhaps for another time.

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

It was useless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“From another realm?” he repeated, incredulous.

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

“He’s asleep”

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

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

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

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

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

You pursed your lips, unsure of what to say.

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

But he didn’t need to know that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lucifer’s office light was off.

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

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

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

“Yeah, that was Belphie”

Huh?

“Belphie?”

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

His breath hitched and he closed his mouth.

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

What did he mean? What did his silence mean?

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

Not like you could tell, anyway.

Wait…

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

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

“Ow-! Hey!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Because that’s what he did.

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

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

And thinking about it gave you a serious headache.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Something bad.

A curious choice of words.

Still, you nodded nervously and awkwardly waved your hand.

“Good night, Mammon”

“Good night, MC”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Was he having a nightmare?

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

His eye was open.

“Holy-!”

“MC…?”

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

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

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

Now you understood Asmo.

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

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

There was an urgency in his eyes.

He was worried!

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

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

You forced yourself to not do that.

“I’m better” you told him softly.

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure?”

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

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

Again, he sounded relieved.

Something in your mind latched onto his tone.

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

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

“I’ll keep it in mind for next time”

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[temis-de-leon]

Writing a Belphie fic and I distracted myself with Mammon and Asmo, so I think it's going to be maybe 3-4k long?

Let's see if I can post it before going to bed

Edit: I can't, but I will tomorrow 😤

[temis-de-leon]

I HATE titles, man 😔 I hate naming my works. I'm AWFUL at it