Hello! Can I Ask Some Angst?

Hello! Can I ask some angst?

Can you make a fic or headcanon with the demon brothers (or just your favourites)? Lets say the MC is very wortied or sad because somethibg happened to their dad who is pretty stern but raised them with lot of care and love.

If you don't want to or can't do it it is 100% OK!

I wish you health and take care!

Ngl, this hit close to home cuz my dad is like that and i always had cried in school when i was younger worried for him ( nothing’s wrong with him i was just like that)

Im going to do all the bros for this one to ya know have a feel of ✨writing stuff ✨ and ill start this with a fic and do the bros reaction in headcannon form end if that is okay with you. I also did some comfort too, i hope thats okay with you darlin

I also wish you a very good evening/day/night and health too sweetie, muwah

Gn Mc worried for their father ft. the bros

Warnings: mentions of stab wounds, surgical procedures, angst [and comfort]

You loved your family very much, especially your father. He was always open minded and taught you the difference between right and wrong. He made sure you would own up to your mistakes and learn from them, and taught you how to defend for yourself. He also taught you to take in activities that you enjoy, too. He always wanted the best for you.

It was during lunch break when you had the phone call. You were in the far corner of the library, minding your business, reading the demon version of human folklore. You saw the caller id and it was your mother phoning you. You were a little confused–she only ever calls you on the weekends, so this must be urgent.You answered the call and you heard your mother. “Mc, your father – something happened.” You noticed her voice was breaking up - she seemed to have been crying and that was enough for you know something was wrong, so horribly wrong.

“Ma, what happened to him?” You asked. She went silent. “…Ma?” Whatever has happened to dad must’ve shaken her up pretty badly you thought. “He… he got stabbed,” she whispered, as if she would start crying if she said it any louder. And you, so many thoughts were running through your mind, and you feared for the worst.

“He’s okay, right?” You were trying to reassure her and yourself: you did not want to believe that your father was critically injured. “He is in hospital.” Your mother took a deep breath before she continued, “ The doctors said that he got stabbed in the stomach multiple times, so now, he’s undergoing a surgery. Hopefully the surgery works out.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Turns out your father got taken to hospital as quickly as possible and your mum was with him, which was a relief. However that did nothing to ease your fear. What if the surgery doesn’t work? What will happen then?

You bid your mother goodbye, and she promised to tell you the results of the surgery after a few days of rest for your father. Your thoughts did not calm down, and you felt yourself zoning out. Before you knew it , it was the end of lunch, and you made your way to lesson.

The rest of the day was a blur for you. Once you reached home, you went straight to your room and tried to get your mind off of your father by doing the long ass homework your demonology teacher given you. Your thoughts, however, were running 100 miles per minute.

Stabbed.

You gripped your pen tightly and continued writing. In the stomach. “Deep breaths mc, dad’s okay”.

Multiple times.

You closed your eyes. Surgery. You exhaled, hands shaking. May not work. You opened your eyes, tears welling up in them. Reaching for your books, you closed them, and put them in your bag as you wiped your tears. You tried to calm yourself down, before you heard the door being opened. You looked up and saw the brother who walked in, having a concerned look on his face. “MC? What’s wrong?” And thats all it took for your walls to come crumbling down.

Lucifer

He knew something was up the second you completely ignored him when he greeted you.

Your eyes had completely glossed over, and he didn’t like to see you upset

When he walked in your room, he honestly didn’t expect you to have been crying

You never show that side of you at all

So you can imagine how worried he was.

Lucifer asked you what the matter was, and you started sobbing

Lucifer walked up to you, and hugged you tightly

He never wants to see you cry, MC

You holding on to him tightly, voice cracking while trying to tell him what was wrong

He had to calm you down, of course, so he carded his hands through your hair, and hummed a little lullaby

This always worked when he tried to calm mammon down from his nightmares, so he tried to use this to calm you down, and it worked to his suprise

Lucifer pulled away from you and asked you what was wrong

When you finished telling him, he held you closely

Sure, he may not have a great relationship with his father, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try to comfort you

“Your father will be okay my love, I will make sure of it”

Safe to say that your father’s surgery went perfectly

Mammon

Mammon is smart when he wants to be, and out of the brothers he can tell when anyone is upset

So he knew straight of the bat, that something was up when you didn’t say hello to him

Your eyes had a far away look and he decided he hates that look on your face

So his heart broke when he saw you burst into tears when he walked into your room

He never hugged you tightly so fast in his life

Mammon drew patterns on your back and swayed slightly to calm you down

When you did, he asked you who made you upset

When you explained your situation, he obviously didn’t know what to say

He knew how much you cared for your father

He wasn’t going to not try comfort you though

“I know how much you care for him MC, but I’m sure the surgery will go well. Would you like me to send a crow to see how your father is doing - I hate seeing you upset”

The crow did tell you that your dad was a little exhausted but was doing fine

The day after, mammon swore he’d do anything to keep you smiling

Leviathan

Levi does online classes and hardly ever goes to school unless its for a meeting with diavolo

So when he heard you come into your room, he never bolted so fast in his life

He wanted to watch an ova of tsl with you

But that excitement died down when he saw you sobbing on your bed

He may be awkward, but he is an older brother to 4 siblings

He pulled you into side hug and stroked your hair

When he managed to calm you down, he asked what happened

He asked you then if you wanted a distraction from your mind – he didn’t know how to comfort you

When you agreed, levi took you to his room, he sat you down on his lap and you watched the ova

“I hope your dad gets better mc, i-i hate seeing you cry”

Satan

Satan wanted to go with you to a cat cafe, and he went to find you

He was very excited to go of course but he wanted you with him

So he bursts into the room and sees you upset

He asked you if you’re alright - and you started crying

He never ran to your side so fast

He is holding you close as comfortably as he can just like mammon did to him when he was younger

He told you to take deep breath to calm you down, and asked you what was wrong

You told him what happened, and, if he’s being honest, he had no clue what to say

But he did try to make you feel better

He needed to give you a distraction, so he got a book he always loved and read it to you

Either you were exhausted from crying or this book was magic, because you fell asleep

Satan lowkey wanted to check for himself if your father was okay, he wanted to reassure you when you woke up

Your father was indeed in safe hands, MC

Asmodeus

Asmo wanted to gossip with you, as one does, but he couldn’t find you

I guess he kinda forgot you live in a house, not in a school

Once he got his ass out of the school, he dashed home - straight to your room

Gives you eye contact and you burst out crying

Horny and narcissistic asmo out the window, here comes the king of comfort

Hugs you tightly [prolly feels soo safe in his arms] and asks you if you want to go to his room

So he takes you there via teleportation, and makes you sit on the bed

See, asmo was the brother that satan and the twins and levi go to if mammon isn’t available, so he does know how to calm them and comfort them in his own way

So he’s wiping your tears and asks you whats wrong

When you explain, he stays silent for a little, and asks if you want a distraction or if you just want some quiet

Whatever you ask of him, he would do, whether you want cuddles or a little self care session, he’ll give it to you

By the end of this, asmo managed to make you smile- a small smile, but still a smile

He also decides to ask lucifer to check on your father for you also made him swear to secrecy since he doesn’t think you want everyone finding out

He never wants to see you cry MC

Beelzebub

Beel came home pretty early but he was in the kitchen, so he didn’t see you go to your room

He’s quite worried already, since he doesn’t think he could hold his hunger off till dinner, but he does just fine

While dinners being made, he decided to check up your room since you didn’t say hello

He brings a bunch of snacks just in case he gets hungry and makes his way to your room

When he opens the door, he expected anything and everything but you crying

Older Twin mode activated

He hugs the everliving shit out of you, obviously minding his strength

Because he is the tallest, you are now technically being carried

Once you calm down, beel wipes your tears and seats you on his lap, he asks you whats wrong

He’s definitely a great listener as well, his eyes looking at you with understanding

His father was not like this, but he knows how important fathers are to humans

He asks you if you have eaten, and when you shake ya head no, he gives you a snack that he was gonna eat but clearly you need it more

He tells you that your father will get better, that everything will be fine

Honestly at this point he’s just reassuring you and swaying you side to side

Beel managed to distract you pretty well, because now he’s fully hungry, and he ends up whisking you away to the kitchen with him happy that you have a little smile on your face because of usual antics

The next day, beel still assured you that your father was doing fine, he was going to to keep an eye on you in case you get upset again

He doesn’t like seeing you upset MC

Belphegor

Olay first off, this little shit somehow was in you room

He woke up when you started sniffling and one look at your face, he knew that you were sad

So he crawls up to your lap, and you didn’t notice because you were far too deep in your head

Now he’s fully awake, and he decided to hug you, not knowing what to say

Something about his hugs made you feel very safe and sleepy-he was very soft somehow

You slowly stopped crying, and just buried your head in his shoulder

He sleepily asks you why you were crying, and when you told him, he had many questions running through his head

Lemme remind you this is the same guy who turned his hands into a necklace for you

He knew from past conversations with you that your father was one hell of a decent man

So he obviously is sorta mad because - “ who the heck stabbed your dad?”

Yes he kinda put your dad on his ‘must protect’ list

Anyway he decided to sing a little lullaby to you, which, gaddamn, it worked wonders

He cant comfort for shit, so you were only getting a hug and a lullaby out of him

Either ways, he may have been silent the whole time, but he was still gonna hold you because he’s too lazy to get up.

Fear not, dear MC, your father will perfectly fine, he checked and your father was sleeping soundly : the surgery was a success

However, those who stabbed your father tried to fuck around and find out, now they were out of date and needed to be disposed of

I am so sorry this took so long sweetheart

People should stop making beel seem like an innocent person. Like he’s a whole demon - just because he don’t seem dirty minded doesn’t mean he doesn’t know what it means. Y’all be forgetting he lives with the embodiment of lust. He obviously doesn’t immediately think of dirty things in a given situation, and when he does he keeps it to himself. There is no need for someone else to know what he thought. Not to mention that i do believe he uses him being dense as a little reputation, and it kinda works cuz i don’t think people would call Beel smart, they’d try to take advantage of him being nice, and boi if he catches you doing that, he’s probably going to have food a lot more earlier than usual.

Not to mention this smile

Thats the smile of a person who gotten away with everything, to the point no body will believe that he did something wrong. He will put the blame on people for no reason if he wants to (not belphie tho, he never blames belphie). He’s twins with a homicidal maniac, what makes you think he’s safe from getting his innocence tainted 🤨 this guy probably joined belphie on some little ‘adventures’. Beel is the older twin as well, and I’m pretty sure back in Ye Olde Days, belphie had to hold beel back from causing a whole ass massacre just because he says ‘im hungry😐’

Anybody have any requests to give me? I write mostly in head cannon form and i write for obey me

Please gimme requests I’m gonna get bored

Heya! I saw that your asks were open and I wanted to ask if you could do Mc meeting Diavolo’s dad? Like bursting in the castle to tell the prince about their day or their scheduled tea party or some other plan only to find his dad just sitting there. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to though. Take care ❤️

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Holy shite I love your work a lot my darling i can’t believe you requested

Ooh la and this request of yours is gold like- there is so much to write about. Imagine bursting in the castle and this guy is who is supposed to be asleep or something drinking some tea like 🤨 🍵🤏. Just -yes

Also, my apologies this took so damn long

Mc meeting the demon king for the first time

You just came back from seeing your family in the human world and boi you were excited to go back to see your demons. You had missed the demon brothers, Barbatos and diavolo a lot, and you got some gifts to give them.

You especially missed Diavolo and the tea parties you both had together – who knew that diavolo had a lot of things to tell you, whether it be something that happened during his day or a little story on how the human world was back when he was younger. There were also days where you both don’t have tea parties together : the prince only talking about how he never had someone to speak to as a friend, that he is grateful for you. Those were the days where the two of you would have a heart-to-heart conversation, or when you both question everything. There was never a day you have been bored in diavolo’s presence - he was truly an interesting being.

There was a light breeze which left as quickly as it came, making you curse the weather. However, despite the weather being too hot for your liking, you couldn’t help but feel your excitement building up. Oh you couldn’t wait to see your demons. Taking a turn, you reached an alley: perfect for you to teleport , away from prying eyes.

You chanted the spell under your breath and before you knew it, you were in hell. With your bags and the gifts with you, you made your way to the castle.

The demons around you could tell you were the master of seven, and friends with their prince and his butler, and wondered what the heck were you doing in hell. They knew better than attack you, of course, it would be ridiculous.

The ogling eyes was toned down your excitement a bit, but you managed just fine. All of a sudden, your stomach rumbled loudly. Imma eat i guess you thought. Changing direction, you went straight to a little cafe Beel mentioned before you left, saying something along the lines of the cafe being underrated. Opening the door, you were greeted by the scent of coffee. There were cookies, pasties and pastries on display. I guess Beel was right about this being underrated, it looks frickin tasty you thought, your stomach rumbling again, as if it was agreeing with you.

You went to the counter and one of the baristas came. She was a pretty demoness, to say the least. She had curly raven hair, and her skin a hue of dark blue, and hazel eyes that seemed to glow—or was that your imagination. You luckily stopped yourself from staring too much – it would’ve been embarazzing for you.

“Hello, what would you like today?” She smiled. You didn’t know what to order so you asked for the most popular or fan favourite food they’ve got to save yourself. You payed for your food, and sat down on a chair to eat.

The food was amazing, Beel wasn’t kidding when he said the food was great, and you didn’t realise that you wolfed the food. You left the cafe with a full stomach and continued your way to the castle.

Once you arrived, you couldn’t contain yourself, so you ran through the gates of the castle, and made your way inside. You opened the door to the living room that you and the prince normally have tea parties in , and exclaimed “Diavolo guess who’s back! Its me, and I’ve got some presents for…..”

You stopped talking. Because the man in front of you was not Diavolo.

He was sitting on the couch, drinking tea, before he looked up. His eyes that were molten gold, seemed to have witnessed so much of the world - you were beginning to feel overwhelmed at the amount of power those eyes held. There was a certain glint in them – one that was making you uncomfortable. His hair was a bloody shade of red, gold jewellery adorning his horns. He looked a lot like diavolo, except he wasn’t.

You connected the dots and realised that you have come face to face with the Demon King.

“Who are you and how does a mere human being know my son?” His power flooded the room, almost making your knees buckle. You could feel the wrath building up in the room – you were becoming wary.

But you needed to display some manners, of course, he was not like your sins and Diavolo, this man wanted you respect him address him accordingly.

“I am MC, Your Highness,” you answered his first question, bowing down slightly. The King’s eyes narrowed slightly : he seemed quite sceptical of you. “How do you know my son, human?” You knew this man is ancient, and probably despises the human race, and you didn’t think at all he’d take kindly to the exchange program. Did that stop you though? Absolutely not.

“Lord Diavolo is my friend, Your Highness,” you stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I know for a fact that my son doesn’t go around making friends – he has a responsibility of being the heir to the throne. So tell me the truth, human, lest you want me give you an eternal punishment,” he calmly said. You, on the other hand, wasn’t impressed at all. You were saying half truth of course – he didn’t need to know about the exchange program. But seeing that his pupils were practically non existent, and his wings were outstretched, you knew you had to come clean, unless you wanted to be stuck in the dungeons.

“I know the Prince through an exchange program uniting the three realms, Your Highness.” You could not show any fear, though you were quite close to legging it. “An exchange program,you say? Do tell me more,” his eyes widened – lips curling into an unwelcoming wide smile. You read enough to know that this man was getting ready to pounce on you, yet you complied.

“The exchange program was made to unite the three realms and to live in harmony and peace with one another, and learning about demons, angels and humans,” you replied, making sure not to look him in the eye. “Oh? And it was my son who has made this program? Well it seems that a lot has changed after all.” He seemed to be talking to himself. You were still on high alert, his wings were a sight to look at, but they were still outstretched, and that was dangerous in itself.

“It also seems my son has forgotten his place as the prince of hell. I can’t believe he’s been dilly-dallying with humans.” He sighed dramatically. “I now know that humans have made him soft, and this exchange program? Goodness me, that disgrace of a child has cast shame upon the name of the devils,” he seethed.

You completely zoned out. You could tell he was berating Diavolo even more, but you couldn’t stand there and watch while this man was running his mouth. You needed this man to know that respect goes both ways : you earn it and you give it. You did not care that this man was a whole powerful eldritch being , but although your hands were trembling, when did you have any regard for self preservation? MC, you maybe a human, but you are a force to be reckoned with.

“With all due respect Your Majesty, Lord Diavolo is your son, correct?” You smiled. “Excuse me?” The king sputtering, confused. You dropped your smile. “Answer the question,” you stated, taking a seat on the single love seat. “…Yes, he is.” The king furrowed his brows. Humans normally beg for mercy in his presence, why must this human be any different?

“Well then. Why are you calling Diavolo a disgrace?” You looked him in the eye. “In what way is Diavolo a disgrace?” You asked him – you wanted to see his thought process. “Well, he is affiliated with humans, devil forbid the day he becomes friends with an angel,” he sneered at you, trying to intimidate you. You helped yourself to a cup of tea, knowing that this man will be spewing a whole load of bullshit. “Unfortunately for you, he is.” You smirked, loving the way this sad excuse of a father had a horrified look on his face. However, before a word tumbled out of his mouth, you held up a scone to him. The demon looked quite puzzled, but he took it either way.

“Before you say anything more, Your Highness, do you like war?” You asked him, sipping on your tea. “Pardon?” His eyes were wide – he never answered a question like this before. You narrowed your eyes at him, growing impatient. “You are not hard of hearing are you? Answer the question.” You inquired. You were not having any regard to your safety at all, but you really needed to show this man his place.

The king’s face twisted into even more confusion, and there were hints of anger in his eyes. He still couldn’t get over the fact that you were asking him questions and making a fool out of himself without even trying. “No I don’t,” he replied carefully. “Then do you not realise that your son is doing a lot to prevent wars in the future, he made an exchange program to protect all his people, and to overcome differences with each other. He has done a lot more than you have, and on top of that, he had to rule hell in place of you. And what were you doing?” You spoke with power, and could tell the king was getting mad.

“What were you doing, Your Highness?” You asked again, mocking his title. “I was in the dungeons,” he replied, sitting straight, knowing that saying the truth of him sleeping would sound ridiculous. “Well,” you took a deep breath and continued,“that does not give an excuse to berate your child, who has been doing everything to rule over hell.” You sighed. With the way the king was staring at you, you knew that you may pass away today.

That didn’t stop you from telling the man off. “You were in the dungeons, sleeping the whole time while diavolo was taking care of hell, while he was improving the devildom, and the day you wake up, you start running your mouth, and disrespecting you son. I expected the king to be sophisticated man, who would praise his son’s achievements, but I guess I was wrong,” you responded.

A deep rumble was heard, and the king was baring his fangs at you. Quite frankly, you were very disappointed, but your hands were shaking. “What is your name, Your Highness?” You inquired. “That does not concern you,” he hissed in reply. “Very well, Midas, I shall take the honour of teaching you some lessons on respect today.”

The king could feel his patience thinning. How dare they make a fool out of me, he thought. They dare address me as Midas, the name of that greedy fool?! How dare they disrespect me?

You could feel the kings wrath filling the room, and his pride was crumbling. You knew that the brothers do get fed when any demon of any rank gives into their sin, and that in this particular case, a certain cat lover was going to have quite a feast. You waited for the king to calm down, which was not happening at all until you became irritated. “You are the King of Hell, the most powerful being in here, yet you are being reduced to a mess by a mere human?” You tilted your head slightly, waiting for the king to answer. But alas, he was still seething on his sofa.

The king stared at you with pure unfiltered anger, and just as you were about to speak, the king stood up to his full height. He towered over you, baring his fangs, itching to kill. “You will regret ever making me angry, human,” he spat. “I will deal with that boy later and give him and his avatars a painful punishment, but for now, human, your soul is mine to take.”

The demon did not know what to make of the disdainful look on your face - the disappointment a mother feels towards her child sometimes, and a part of the king did not like it. He reached for your neck, trying to take your soul, but the smell of burning flesh filled his nose. The demon looked at his hand : his skin burning and cracking. He frowned – a human should not be able to perform any magic, unless they are a sorcerer.

You, on the other hand, thanked Luke in your head for blessing you – that kid is going to become a fantastic angel, you were sure of it.

The king looked down on you, his hands curled in fists, for he hated how you seemed unfazed. “I’d like you to take a seat, kind sir,” you said plainly, “I’ll have to teach you a lesson on respect.” With a flick of your wrist, a massive whiteboard and some whiteboard pens appeared. The demon king looked dumbfounded - yet he quickly replaced that look with a look of anger.

You looked up and still saw the man shaking in anger. Irritated, you kissed your teeth. The idea of a full grown man, a whole demon king at that, mad and upset at you just because you were trying to teach him some respect, made you feel very smug, but, the demon was wasting your time.

“Sit. Down.” The king’s eyes darkened. A part of him wanted to listen to you, but he mostly wanted to throw you across the room. Respect, my ass, he thought. You payed no heed. If he was going to stand, then so be it. You opened your marker, and started explaining. “Respect goes both ways, you should know, of course,” you began your lecture.

• • •

You finished your lecture after a whole two hours has passed, which shouldn’t have taken so long - it was honestly concerning. You made sure the king understood that he couldn’t put his son and avatars in the dungeons, and he reluctantly agreed. The king also managed to understand, to your surprise, that the exchange program was necessary for the future of all three worlds.

However, while you were sitting on the sofa, you couldn’t help but wonder where the hell the avatars and diavolo were. There were no servants around, and there was not a hint of life around the castle. Hell, the guards the usually stood outside the castle gates were not there. The only person who could know of their whereabouts was the king in front of you, and you had no choice but to ask him.

“Do you happen to know where Diavolo and the avatars are, Your Majesty?” You asked, eating a cookie. The demon however, stared at you with a look screaming ‘are you serious’. You met his stare with one of confusion. “Perhaps you shouldn’t have eaten too many cookies, human,” he told you. You were still very much baffled. “I do believe you have mistaken this place as Diavolo’s castle,” he explained. If you were confused before, you were now completely bamboozled. “What do you mean?” You asked. The demon king pursed his lips tightly.

“You are in the Mausoleum, human.”

Your eyes widened. “You mean I could’ve been with diavolo and the others this whole time, that I could’ve avoided this entire encounter, and that I went on ,” you exclaimed. All this time wasted on teaching a grown man respect, you thought sadly. You gathered your belongings and bid goodbye to the king, before he stopped you and asked how you knew he was asleep. You replied with smug look - he doesn’t need to know you’ve been eavesdropping on diavolo’s conversations with barbs.

With that, you made your way to the right direction to the Demon Lord’s Castle, a new little story to tell your demons once you reach your second home. Oh you couldn’t wait to see them shook – after all, not many demons, let alone humans, survive after an encounter with the King of Hell, but you, of course, were full of surprises.

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