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100 reasons to love Solomon (bc MC isn’t just a sorcerer they are my God therefore they do not count):
before MC, Solomon went Solo, man 😔
he constantly has the most out of pocket lore mentioned out of nowhere (ex: yeah i became immortal by accident bc of my cooking; oh yeah i fought basically the whole devildom once; hm yeah im friends (?) with the grim reaper lol)
aspires to be the best househusband he can be
is shit at being a househusband despite his best efforts extremely powerful on purpose sure but also by accident (sent MC into the past bc of his cooking in the OG OM)
somehow pissed off the whole sorcerer’s society which is anti-establishmentarianism
he used to be an uwu baby bean before he was magical that was a scared by literally everything (as seen in nightbringer when thirteen spills his backstory) which i think is funny as shit
bro went from ‘ur daughter will be home by eight 😊’ in the og game to ‘ur daughter calls me daddy too’ in nb
his best friend (with benefits) is the most slay girl queen pussy boss fashionista in the three realms
bro pissed off the grim reaper BY ACCIDENT because of HIS COOKING 😭
he literally cares so much about humanity that he would go against everyone he knows to save it but would still doom humans as a whole if it meant make it us happy (ring of light arc w/ the night dagger)
he is delusional (his cooking) (same bestie boo)
bro pissed of barbatos and LIVED (at least for now)
somehow is able to exist around Belphegor in NB and Belphie won’t try to murder him #respect
hes a manipulative little shit
he thinks we r adorable (got me blushin n shit)
he genuinely has a bond with asmodeus (as seen in season three with him allowing the brothers to surprise us despite not thinking it’s a good idea all bc asmo asked him to keep it a secret) and idk that makes my heart soft to know he’s grown to love and care about someone other than MC especially when we find out how he didn’t give a shot about asmodeus when they first made a pact in the og timeline
hes a silly little goose
bro has learned to become a communication KING when it comes to his feelings for us #characterdevelopment
‘now get out of the way, im angry’ “and you think I’m not?”
see above (double points)
he has a mysterious and sad past and it makes him a soggy wet pathetic sad cat in my eyes (i love soggy wet pathetic sad cats btw)
that conversation with Lucifer where he is SO SURE that the brothers will learn to love us again because he thinks that we are impossible not to love
he’s so funny bro like what else can I say to prove it,,, his whole character is a comedy 😭
he’s more peepaw than even Lucifer is which is an impressive feat in itself
Bro is literally known as the shady sorcerer TELL ME that isn’t funny
“Now, now, I’m not like you demons, I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t accuse me of behaving like one. I am but a simple human, an innocent lamb. 😔😔☹️” (funniest man alive fr)
his human world fit has me screaming without the s
the fact that he almost died to summon barbatos and still did it has me curious as to why
he would most likely watch the barbie movies with us
he would probably call barbatos to watch the barbie movies with us (and asmo ofc)
after watching the barbie movies, he would most likely quote and make references to it in his everyday life. Constantly.
there’s a theory that he’s locked in the attic in NB and some variations of the theory say he was the one to lock himself in the attic which once again is the funniest shit
bro is rizzmaster69 in nb
once again HE IS SO SMOOTH?! HOW?!
he puts the fear of god into demons’ hearts simply by mentioning his presence in the kitchen
(talking about michael) “do you think he’d mind if i called him ‘Mike’?”
he’s just as much of a nerd about TSL as Levi to the point where they have a tentative friendship because of it. WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS MORE.
if he saw MC murder someone he would just go “well! where do we hide the body? :)” and he’s so real for that tbh
he is the definition of mansplain manipulate malewife (he tries to mansplain cooking to anyone who will listen)
he is the most submissive and breedable human being in the game.
he is most likely (besides asmo) the most open about his willingness to get pegged (everyone else is too shy to admit it)
he would let u call him solly wolly
do y’all remember that photo in one of the chats of him and Asmo doing face masks together? Yeah. That’s it that’s all I have to say. (someone please say I’m not hallucinating this I can’t find the picture of you have it send it to me I’m begging </3)
that solussy
pronouns in his bio on fabsnap (KING!! 🗣️💕💯)
“Mama Solomon and Papa Lucifer raise a pack of rowdy kids”
Solomon spelled backwards is Nomolos which,,, idk tbh i just wanted to point it out
his username is MonSolo what is that even supposed to mean what a loser (affectionate)
he’s a Sagittarius (I love fire signs and I’m an air sign saying this)
he likes having his chest touched during surprise guest interactions #bottom
he spills the most useless tea to you about the brothers and i think that’s so funny (“You know, Levi's actually on his SECOND goldfish named Henry." Is one of his dialogue lines if you have him on your Home Screen)
his cape is sick as fuck
bro has seventy two pacts and still wants more what a whore (affectionate)
he talks about his hometown with us in nb and it’s such a sweet and soft and vulnerable moment my heart literally melted during it
he admits that he’s jealous of the brothers’ relationship with us and tbh i alr mentioned the communication thing once before but i think being able to admit that to the one you love especially when knowing that MC loves the brothers too (romantic or platonic it doesn’t matter) is just really something worth mentioning and it made me feel for him bro
i just know he would support u in ur endeavors to wear toe socks and WOULDNT MAKE FUN OF U FOR IT UNLIKE SOME >:,( (yes this is personal)
that one head canon where his body is filled with pact marks. send tweet.
he has a pact with barbatos I CANNOT EMPHASIZE HOW IMPRESSIVE THAT IS
Barbatos willingly made a pact with him????? Like no trickery involved it’s legit bc he was impressed that Solomon summoned him and later respected him enough to make a pact with him just wow
he’s known Thirteen longer than he’s been a sorcerer which makes me love him so much more tbh
he went with to the Reaper’s Cave with the brothers even though he knows Thirteen hates visitors just to save Beel.
he saved our life how did I not mention that till now wtf
his song “Our Destiny” is a bop
one of his aliases in the wiki (by Asmo ofc) is “Mister Stiff”
i briefly mentioned this earlier but he’s literally infamous in the Celestial Realm for having taken on the entire Devildom on his own once
his reaction to being confronted on that is, and I quote, “Umm, did I…? Well, that was all a very long time ago! 😅” 💀
he wants to be all cute and domestic with us; got me giggling and kicking me feet bro
he has white hair
he’s pretty.
he needs to get his shit slonked stupid style (desperately)
HIS CHIBI IN THE DANCE BATTLES IS SO CUTE SHSNSJSJEHEHEHSNANJS
he’s such a good teacher!! he’s so supportive and genuinely wants us to learn and grow and just??? 🥺
he likes cats and there’s literally a gc with Satan, Sol, and us named Cat because of it
headcanon that you can pry out of my cold dead hands: he introduced Levi to Minecraft and plays it with him sometimes
he dislikes the ocean and that makes me super curious (but also same dude)
his food in the Surprise Guest menu (unidentified matter) is only liked by him; everyone else literally hates it and reacts badly if you give it to them 💀
HE’S SO HAPPY WHEN RAPHAEL LIKES HIS COOKING SHMSNSJEJDN 🥺
his soul drew the attention of a reaper because of how shiny it was and apparently ours is similar to? then his soul changed in a weird way and tbh I kinda want to bite it
he looks like he would listen to Megan (Thee Stallion)
HIS CARD FROM THE DAME EVENT RUFF RUFF GRR BAR BARK BARK AWOOOOOGA #zooweemama
he’s a little meow meow
he knows the tea in the brother’s household (like the Levi being on his second fish thing) all because he spends time with Asmo often enough that he tells Sol about that shit and if that isn’t fucking hilarious idk what is
he’s a magical girl u cannot change my mind.
Solomon “hates the heat more than most people, so he always stays cooped up in his room with the AC on.” (queen)
Solomon probably isn’t a capitalist
he can be big spoon or little spoon we stan
he’s the type to hug you from behind and then rock you both around a little which is so so cute
he wears crocs its canon guys i just know it
he literally bought us a shit ton of stuff like sugar daddy who????
he probably has an impressive crystal collection and he would probably give u some if u asked
he’s the type to give you little trinkets and be like ‘this made me think of you. :)’
he would do his best to pick up your half of the chores if you aren’t feeling well and he wouldn’t even say anything about it
yes he does the (horrendous) cooking, yes he does the cleaning
he’s babygirl
if you have a plushie collection he would support you in ur endeavors to add to it and might even get you some
he smells good I just know it
he gives those firm hugs that squeeze you just enough that the tension in your back melts and you melt into his chest
he’s the type to put his chin on your head while hugging you from behind
he would dance with you when you both have free time and him along to whatever’s going on
he loves MC. he loves us. he loves you. <3
Today is all about your favorite sorcerers!
The Devildom is definitely NOT still hung up over the fact that a certain sorcerer fought a war against the entirety of the Devildom by himself, and to prove it we've created this special day to celebrate him, as well as his adorable apprentice! ......and the other sorcerers as well, I guess
Please prepare an itemized list with the top 100 reasons you love your favorite sorcerer by the end of the day, or there will be dire consequences
-May 7th 2023-
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Asmodeus<333
Doodle dumplings<3
how they sleep with you
content warning: Luke's part is purely platonic
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Lucifer rarely sleeps in his demon form. but when he does, he's got his upper set of wings draped over your chest, and his lower set draped over your legs. he's most likely sleeping in his demon form because the two of you had a fight (he could never stay mad at you, and he doesn't want you going to bed angry or upset with him) if he's extremely tired he will drape his arm over your waist and bury his face in the crook of your neck. usually, he has you lay your head against his chest with your legs tangled up in his. his hands have to be touching some part of your body, he's always in protection mode.
Mammon has got to stop falling asleep in his car, it's such a pain for you to wake him up and drag him to his bed. he sleeps on your stomach with his hand resting on your thigh, you're just so comfy to sleep on! if you fall asleep on your stomach he'll poke you awake until you curl back up in his arms (seriously MC, how could you deny the Great Mammon cuddles!) he'll let you sleep in his jacket, cause his scent will be all over you in the morning and it annoys his brothers during breakfast. when he can't sleep, he'll lay next to you and play with your fingers, especially the one adorned with one of his rings (he likes twisting it or taping his fingernail against it)
Levi stopped sleeping with his Ruri-Chan pillow in his arms once he became comfortable with you sleeping in the tub with him (it stays in the tub though) he covers his head with a blanket so that the light from his gaming device won't bother you, he won't forget his headphones either. he really likes to sleep with his head on your chest, and sometimes his nose rubs against your collarbones (he's even blushing in his sleep!) he wraps his tail around your ankle because he thinks you'll leave him. he subconsciously adjusts his tail and body whenever you move in your sleep. when he's up waiting for a premiere for one of his anime or game releases, his tail will be draped over the edge of the tub and wrapped around your wrist.
Satan will never admit to you that he sometimes props his book up against you when you're asleep (also, don't question it when you wake up and he's got a book open on top of his face, just make sure it's bookmarked after you remove it!) he reads to you before bed most of the time. he'll have you in his lap and laid back against his chest so he can wrap his arms around you. this way you can read along with him and he can rest his head on top of yours. he will sleep on top of you and entwine his hand with yours. he got embarrassed one time because he drooled on your shirt in his sleep, his face was so red when you laughed at his reaction.
Asmo will rub your back, or run his fingers through your hair when you don't want him suffocating you with cuddles. he gets you into the habit of having a nighttime routine, you gotta keep your face clean and moisturized, he cannot stress that enough. you get SEVERAL kisses all over your face before bed. if you're not in the mood for all that, then he places soft kisses on your knuckles and fingertips (don't forget to give him some goodnight kisses too, he'll pout if you don't) he likes to sleep with his leg draped over yours, and vice versa. no matter the position, he's gotta be as close as possible to you, he just wants to feel warm and loved. you're the ONLY person who gets to see what he looks like when he wakes up (you should feel honored)
Beel has you sleep on top of him. with your head rested against his chest, and one leg nestled between his thighs (poor baby worries he might roll over and crush you in his sleep) basically you get gentle sleepy bear hugs every night. he gave you one of his shirts to wear as a nightgown, he likes when you're engulfed in his scent. if you're sick, he'll sleep next to you with a long pillow between the two of you. he'll hold your hand over the pillow, he needs some type of physical contact to get a good night's sleep. he will 100% get up in the middle of the night to make you soup or fetch you some medicine, and he keeps water bottles for you under his bed so you stay hydrated.
Belphie will pass out in ANY position whether you're with him or not (one time he fell asleep with his legs up against the wall, tangled up in a blanket with a pillow over his face) he will ALWAYS have his fingers linked with yours or his tail wrapped around some part of your body (sleepy baby just wants to make sure you're still there in the morning when he wakes up) he softly snores and denies the fact that he does it. tangled up in each other's arms underneath a mountain of pillows and blankets is the most common way the two of you sleep. hits snooze on your alarm and does not care if you have somewhere to be.
Diavolo cocoons you in his wings and rests his forehead against yours. his hand grips the bottom of your shirt when he wraps his arms around you, you're his safe haven MC. please give him kisses, he'll melt into the sheets if you do. he just wants to sleep in with you without the thought of his royal duties or paperwork weighing on his mind. he would cuddle with you all day if he could. he's harder to wake up than you are on the weekends.
Barbatos will whisper sweet nothings in your ear until you fall asleep if you've had a rough day, his voice is just so calming. he'll wrap his tail around your waist and pull you flush against him. you have no idea how he manages to not make a sound or disturb your position when he wakes up early. he moves loose strands of hair from your face and kisses your forehead as a silent good morning. you should try to get up at a decent time because he makes a mean breakfast (will cook for you regardless!)
Simeon holds your hand against his chest at night, close to his heart so you can feel how much his heart beats for you. give him soft kisses in the morning, and his cheeks will probably be rosy for the rest of the day. please rest your hand on his cheek, and rest your forehead against his, it makes him feel so connected to you. he softly snores too.
Solomon loves the way you slowly trace his pact marks when he's laying in bed doing research or if you're having a hard time sleeping. he finds it funny every time you complain about him taking all the blankets. you send him empty threats about how you hope his side of the pillow is warm, but then you realize the two of you share a pillow- will mercilessly tease you in the morning because you're so hard to get out of bed, you'll mumble incoherent sentences in response to his teasing (he finds it so adorable)
Luke will rest his head on your shoulder when he's sleepy. he hooks his arm with yours, and you rest your head on top of his cause you're just as sleepy as him. Simeon often catches the two of you napping after studying so much for an upcoming exam. he sneaks a picture because the two of you are such an adorable sight. he sends it to the group chat with Lucifer and his brothers (Mammon never fails to blow his phone up because he's so jealous of Luke)
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The negative number of fucks given is insane and I love that
Tw: horribly written mentions of blood and dead things
I love the idea of the brothers pretending not to be fucked up for Mc's sanity at the beginning of the exchange program. One rule was if you slaughter something don't let the human see you covered in the carnage oddly specific but it happens often enough that it had to be specified. Spoiler alert: Mc doesn't give a shit.
The first one to break the rule was Mammon. Dead ass middle of the night Mamms walks in full demon form covered in blood. It was like 4am! How was he supposed to know the damn human was still awake!??? Your first thought was Mammon was hurt and rushed him to find where the blood was coming from you even tried calling for Lucifer to heal him- What did he do to have a caring human like this in his life? Wait. fuck. DONT CALL LUCIFER. Have mercy on your first man Mc! The Great Mammon already has to power wash himself! He doesn't wanna get strung to the ceiling!!! After a little chat while spraying Mammon down with the garden hose in the back yard~ this little experience becomes a secret between the two of you. You might not be bothered by blood or demons but Mammon isn't getting punished for being the one to find out.
Second to break the rule was Beel. He might have forgot you were sharing a room with him? He was going absolute ham devouring some type of weird ass Devildom animal in the middle of his bedroom floor when you walked in on that... mess. Like the entire room was a mess- of course it was... The animals was alive when it was brought in there... Y'all made eye contact for a solid minute before you broke the silence.
"you're gonna clean this shit up right?"
"...Yes"
"ight"
Then you left at neither of you brought it up again.
Third was Levi. You were walking out of the shower, he was walking to the shower covered in blood and bits of something??? Leviathan would have a fucking heart attack if demons could- You, his best friend and dearest Henry, you're gonna him as some sick murder! And Lucifer's gonna bury him alive in the back yard and let Cerberus pee on his grave for the next 200 years!! And cancel his preorders!!! HIS PREORDERS!!!!!!! He could just crawl in the deepest depths of the ocean and vanish! You of course didn't give a damn about your demonic best friend being covered in unidentified giblets because fucking Asmo used all the damn hot water again!
Asmo was the next brother to objectify you to blood and gore~ you're pretty close with Asmo so it's normal for the two of you to have casual conversations when one of you is in the bath/shower. You wanted to chat so you just walk into this man's private bathroom while he's bathing in blood- it could have been something else but there was literally three whole ass dead bodies. Asmo couldn't even think about the punishment Lucifer was gonna dish out because you just saw him. Humans can't handle seeing this! you- you're gonna hate him... The only living thing that only really saw him... He thought... You just casually started talking about your day like you didn't walk in on Asmodeus the fifth born lord of hell Avatar of Lust washing his ass with the blood of sinners ...Mc, Hun, Darling, SWEETHEART are you fucking okay????? He somehow loves you even more now but damn.
Satan pulled a Mammon and came home at the ass crack of dawn covered in some type of liquid that used to be a demon. He did his normal ritual after commiting wrath filled slaughter. Satan stripped off all his bloody clothes except the boxers while walking to the kitchen, grab the jug of milk with the suspicious red hand prints on it, chug the milk while showering (gotta stay hydrated), maybe cry because he knows better and should control himself, mop and floor and clean his bloody clothes. You saw Satan getting the milk in his boxers... He doesn't know you saw him and you're keeping it that way. How would you even start that conversation!? Hey buddy, I saw you half bloody in your Pusheen boxers sobbing while drinking straight out a gallon of milk at 2am! Like????? You don't usually mind you business when it comes to this family but you're gonna mind your own fucking business here.
Lucifer didn't expect you to bring him coffee, he also didn't expect you to find the houses secret torture chamber but here the fuck you are. This demon can't hide shit from you can he!? First the attic now this! Don't you learn??? HOW DID YOU EVEN FIND THE SECRET PASSAGE!? Lucifer can't get over the amount of courage and audacity you can fit into that human body of yours????? He's a demon, covered in blood and other things, in the middle of torturing a demon that crossed him and you're asking if he takes sugar in his coffee????? He can't. He fucking can't. What is this human and why did he let them in his house??? You not only confused Lucifer that day, but gained his respect.
Belphie was a little late to the party so it took a while to stumble upon him covered in blood that wasn't your own. You were going to do your laundry when you found Belphie bloody and stripping in the laundry room- so that's where Satan gets it from? Belphegor could literally cry. He just fixed things with you! He- he can't go back to you hating him! He's a changed demon! He's gotta fix this!
"it's uh... Tomato sauce."
"Belphie I don't care if you killed someone. If you have to do demon shit it's perfectly fine."
Then you threw your laundry in with his bloody clothes and left. Where the fuck did Lucifer find this human???
Someone or something give me strength to draw Asmo’s bit cuz that’s funny as heck
i think the hc that occupies my brain the most is the "demonic nature is kinda like human world animals' instincts" so here is the breakdown no one asked for: why i believe demons are much less scary after you actually get to know them!
so, in case it hasn't been evident in my three posts and some lint i have about obey me on here (sarcasm) i am obsessed with the idea that even the most powerful of demons aren't able to resist their demonic urges. like their brain kind of blacks out?? and they do whatever tf either demon brain or sin brain (or both) tells them to do.
lucifer checks himself out on every. single. reflective. surface. fixing his collar, combing his hair, straightening his sleeves – he absolutely hates when he realises he does it but demon brain goes "oohhh!!! it's me im here!!" and sin brain goes "ihavetolookmybestatalltimespleasetellmeilookgood". every time he catches himself with his hand midway through his hair he sighs and tries to go on with his day (one time satan and belphie pranked him by putting mirrors everywhere) (they didn't know lucifer has memorised the layout of the hol and can walk anywhere with his eyes closed).
mammon is that one kid that touches anything shiny and sparkly. you could be wearing highlighter and just feel a poke on your cheek. turn around. it's your demon boy. his pupils are dilated. finger still on your face. half a toof fang sticking out of his mouth. fucking elated. glittery shiny sparkly holographic things are his demon brain cocomelon. sin brain just hoards any and all glittery shiny sparkly holographic things he can find. whenever he's upset he watches those slime or chalk asmr videos but they have to be the ones where the creators use a whole bag of glitter (or! or! the ones where people flick brushes full of glitter above their cameras in slow motion yknow the ones).
leviathan has to be quirky different not like other girls. he has to be the one with the most marine knowledge in the family, the one with the most ruri knowledge in the family – you get the point. i believe he has a touch of the demon tism so if you think you know anything about his special interests no you don't. he was actually there when it happened so joke's on you. yes he did witness the creation of the first amoeba now move. he's also that younger sibling that sees you get praise for doing something and does the exact same thing to get praise too. sin brain goes "if they get that then i have to have it". you see him wearing your clothes sometimes and when you think back you remember you got a compliment on it about a week ago (week agoo 🕺💃) and like yeah. makes sense (pls tell him he's pretty pls).
satan has chewy toys and wears a retainer pretty frequently because that wrath may be chronic but them teeth won't stay there for long if he keeps baring them!! he buys new ones once a month because he absolutely tears through them and everyone is just used to him popping in his acrylic retainer every time lucifer comes in the room. he isn't even half ashamed of his toys because trust me it's not a cute sight. this man is one of the most imposing beings you have ever encountered creating holes with his teeth in places you believe there weren't any before through what you're guessing used to be something green and made of rubber, but you aren't too sure. you ask him what's wrong and he just stares at you blankly and goes "nothing? why would anything be?". it's just a casual case of both demon and sin brain going "AUURGHHHDHS *chomp*". absolutely feral unicorn man with the straightest teeth you've ever seen.
asmodeus is in the same predicament as lucifer when it comes to checking himself out but instead he embraces the moment. and checks other people out too, as long as what they're wearing catches his attention. he's a very touchy demon so you can find him absentmindedly having his hands on you without even realising he does it: twirling a strand of your hair, playing with your fingers, tracing your jawline. it's just that demon brain goes "ohoho!! my humnan look at my humin go!!" and can't not touch you after that. he also bites. you think it would be mammon or beel but nope it's asmo!! you're just too pretty and he wants to feel close to you!! don't bring it up though he gets embarrassed. you know that meme where person a says "i wonder what i taste like" and person b says "i can help with that" and a imagines a kiss and b imagines biting person a? yeah, inside asmo are two wolves.
beelzebub is the randomest fucking demon in that household idc. he's always so quiet and you never know what he's thinking until one day he brings home a human world ostrich like it's nothing and gives it a "tour of its new home"??? absolutely insane. he also buzzes randomly?? like you'll be hanging out in the common room and all of a sudden you hear "bbzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz" only for another brother to go "beel. i can't concentrate on my book. please refrain from buzzing inside the house"??? hello??? i think he's got a passion for cleaning too (thousands of years of food and blood stains, crumbs and mould have taught him a couple things) so he is always ready to assist in cleaning his brother's rooms and won't stop until they look brand new. his most demon brain moment is when he lifts things. doesn't matter what or how heavy it is, if he sees something new around him he has to give it a little lift. same thing with the people he's fond of. you have been grabbed by the armpits one too many times to have an impromptu simba moment for three seconds, only for beel to just go on with his day, no explanation. what a demon *sighs dreamily*.
belphegor is the most like his familiars (or at least his habits are most prominent). you see the demon chewing and chewing and chewing like one bite of food and if you dare look at him weird he gives you the cow stare (pls tell me you know what im talking about). you see him in full demon form running headfirst into a wall with his horns (#satan_and_belphie_bonding_activity) and if you dare look at him weird he gives you the cow stare. kinda like his twin, he does random moo or hffphhhmp noises according to his mood without realising ("no belphegor, you can not destroy every wall in this house with your horns" "moOOO"). demon brain goes brrrr with some human world grass and some sunshine. like he absolutely loves being in that mediterranean countryside, twirling some grass between his fingers, eating it, living his life. best brother to go on a picnic with hands down.
fucking dorks *heart eyes*
I’m v much thinking about this 24/7 (since I’m SHORT as in barely over 5ft) so it’s goofy. Me thinks that if Satan could (prolly Mammon already has) and WOULD hold MC up, Simba style.
But throw in the HC that demons have inhuman heights/ Humans are just really fucking small. I remember reading another HC with like Asmo being the shortest at like 6 or 7 feet meanwhile everyone else is about to hit almost 9
How the demon brothers react to MC being a lot shorter then them
Lucifer:
He loves it, he knew from when he first saw you that he could easily make you submit to him. He was wrong, it shocked him the first time the tiny human stood up to him, whether it was in an argument or playing a prank on him with Satan. He also teases you all the time when you can’t reach things but instantly regrets it when you find the most ridiculous and dangerous way to reach what you need. If you hurt yourself when trying to reach something he will scold you while patching you up. He also purposefully puts things on the top shelf so he can come up behind you and grab it for you, he will NEVER admit to it though. He is always the big spoon, he absolutely can’t get enough of holding your smaller body in his arms and listening to your soft breathing.
Mammon:
When he is told to protect you his first reaction was something along the lines of
“Eh!? It’s so tiny what if I loose it!?”
He did, he has lost you quite a few times, panicking every single time until he finds you. He teased you all the fucking time, way more then any of his brothers, but somehow he is really bad at teasing you, it often turns into him complimenting you then becoming flustered himself “Yer so small human! How do ya’ do anything because of yer height? I didn’t know humans could be so adorably small! What? I-I didn’t say anything stupid human! Of course you wish to be complimented by the Great Mammon! Oh- would you look at the time I need to go take Levi out on a walk” *runs away* He likes when you curl up agains his chest because he is able to embrace every part of you effectively.
Leviathan:
You’re like his own Ruri~Chan!! He makes you cosplay as her so he can have his own Ruri whenever he so desires, sometimes he cosplay with you and makes you watch every bit of lore from the series so you can most accurately represent her. He thinks that you are simply the cutest thing ever, he tries to get you to cosplay a bunch of different shorter characters with him and do photo shoots as them. He doesn’t tease very often but if he is in a mood he can sometimes take teasing a bit too far but always feels bad about it after, also his teasing is often very… lame, nothing too overly insulting when he is normally teasing and you usually just end up laughing at his attempt. No matter your height he will almost always be the little spoon, he loves cuddling against you at night.
Satan:
He at first thought nothing of your height, your a human, your height just makes you weaker. Boy was he wrong, as he started to get to know you he took notice to how you were more like a feral cat than a weak human. He will often try to calm you down by petting your head, if you act like a feral cat, he can treat you like a cat, fairs fair! If you are trying to reach a high place he will sit back and watch you struggle for a while before grabbing it for you and holding it above arms reach for a while until you tire enough to curl up in his lap while he reads to you. He loves when you come to his room at night and he reads you to sleep while you lay against him or on his lap and your height makes it so much easier to do that. He is the big spoon without a doubt, he LOVES when you fall asleep in his arms while he reads to you.
Asmo:
You are so cute!!! He wants to dress you up like his own little mannequin (in a good way) he likes to put you in huge platform boots because he thinks not only do they look adorable on you but it will help you get around better in a house full of tall ass demons. He almost never teases you about your height because he doesn’t really care about it, he loves you for you and doesn’t really take much notice to your height when it’s not the topic of conversation. He doesn’t care how you two rest together, he loves to be touching you at all times so as long as his hands are somewhere on your boy he is content and happy.
Beelzebub:
He LOVESSSS your height, like he literally will carry you everywhere, give you piggyback rides, anything for you. One time you were trying to get a plate from the cabinet but couldn’t reach it so he just grabbed your waist and lifted you to your goal. He also has you sit on his back while doing push-ups because regular push-ups were too easy for him. He loves being able to loom over you, it makes him feel like he is protecting you while not being too threatening. He is the big spoon, I think that goes without saying, he likes to wrap his arms around you and hold you as close as possible.
Belphie:
Will you cuddle with him? Yes? Okay then he loves you, he doesn’t really care for height as long as you sleep with him (not sexually) he will tease the shit out of you if you can’t reach something though, and he will be brutal about it, though if he makes you cry or angry he will feel bad and ask to cuddle while he takes a nap afterward. He also likes to pet your head when you are angry, he never knows what the outcome of that action will be, will you calm down and lean into his hand? Or will you growl and bite him? It’s honestly a fifty fifty shot, but he thinks it is worth the risk. He doesn’t care, he just wants to cuddle while he sleeps, he will often wrap all his limbs around you and cling to you all night… or day.
I love each and every one of these but I couldn’t help laugh- a little giggle
Mammon canonically sleeps in the nude and so I re-read his twice. Bittersweet humor
Yo! If you’re currently taking requests I have a hurt/comfort request with the bros for you :)
What about some headcanons where MC has a really bad and vivid nightmare and goes to one of the brothers for help to get out of their fear? To make it more interesting the nightmare can be about something like the infamous lesson 16 event too
That’s all, have a nice day/night!
Ooo hurt/comfort, you know exactly the way to get to my heart, anon! And as someone who used to experience awful awful nightmares, I can do this easily. And for some spice, I will make it about the infamous lesson 16. Angst is the spice of life. Hope you enjoy, anon!
Another Day, A Different Dream Perhaps.
Spoiler Warning for Events in Lesson 16!
TW: Violence, Blood, Broken Bones, Mentions of Death and M*rder. As Always, Read Safely!
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Running. They were running again. Panting, crying, panicked. These halls that held so many good memories also kept haunting nightmares in their walls. They couldn’t breathe, feeling the faint touch of hands gripping around their throat, the joy in the eyes of the person who was watching them struggle.
The others...they had to find the others. The shadow was behind them, bloody claws reaching out from the darkness to tear cuts into their skin. Running almost seemed useless, their feet hardly making contact with the ground. But they had to run, run faster.
The halls they were so familiar with kept changing on them, shifting, twisting, betraying them, like the whole house was in on their demise. They didn’t know where they were...they didn’t know where to go.
Then a hand grabbed them, pulling them back, pain searing into their body as they were flung harshly in the air. As they landed, a sickly sounding snap echoed in their ears. Their leg...they couldn’t run anymore. And their body...was warm...and wet. Crimson seeped out from under them, a seemingly impossible amount of blood flooded the floors. Figures rose from the dark liquid, looming over them, watching them writhe...watching them suffer with glowing eyes and crooked smiles.
They could do nothing but cry as they crawled, trying to claw through the ever-rising blood, trying to escape, to get help. But they knew there was none. They knew this was their death. And as they tried to scream, they were only met with silence as the sea of red flooded into their lungs, the shadows leaning over to push them further under.
As their eyes suddenly opened, they found their brain still filled with panic, confused. They couldn’t tell if this was still a dream. They were certain something would be back to kill them. The pain of death still lingered in their body. It had felt so real. What was reality? So once more, they ran, fleeing from their room, tired feet tripped over themselves as they stumbled. Their body seemed to be leading them where they needed to go, whether they were thinking about it or not.
Weak fingers grasped at the doorknob, pushing their way through the door. Their leg gave out on them, still tingling from the feeling of being broken. As they fell to the ground, they seemed to finally find their voice, their lungs wheezing from the strain. They sobbed, gulping in gasping breaths of frigid night air. Please, this time, save them. Somebody save them!
“Help me!”
Lucifer
He’s a light sleeper, so the noise of someone running through the halls had stirred him awake already. He was already in the process of sitting up, preparing to scold whoever thought it was wise to cause such a ruckus this late at night.
That was until MC barreled into his room, immediately collapsing, in hysterics. Screaming for help.
He’s seen a lot in his life. Nothing really gets to him anymore. But hearing MC like that raised every hair on the skin of his body.
His demon form came out immediately, wings pushing the comforter right off his bed, running out into the hallway to see what the problem was. Only...there was no one there. Rushing back into his room, he shut the door, getting to his knees, fearing he’d find them hurt. But there were no injuries.
His hands cupped the side of their face, trying to get them to stop their frantic rocking on the ground. “MC...MC! What is it? What’s wrong?” As much as he hated seeing them so out of it, he hoped they weren’t paying enough attention to hear the worried crack in his voice.
They grabbed at the front of his clothing, pulling themselves to him. “He’s coming! Please help me...”
All at once he knew what was happening. Once more, the walls surrounding his heart chipped away as he was reminded of another one of his failures. One of the most terrible ones.
With a hand against the back of their head, he rested them against his shoulder. “You’re alright. You’re alright.” He repeated to them, trying to keep his voice calm. “It was simply a nightmare.”
He hated this. He hated that moments like these came about too often. He hated always being damage control. But...he mostly just hated seeing them this way, being able to do nothing about it other than holding them close, hoping the sound of his voice will eventually bring them out of it.
He shushed them gently, stroking the back of their head while rocking them slowly back and forth on the ground, keeping the tune of a soft melody in his head. He’s reminded of several times where he’s had to do the same thing to his brothers when they were a bit younger. It’s been a while since he’s done this. Is he...doing it correctly?
Eventually, he noticed that the sobbing has stopped. They still seemed to be crying, but softly this time, perhaps a bit more aware of their surroundings. “Come now, you’re going to cry yourself sick.” He patted their back and started to stand, carrying them in his arms.
He brought them to a seat near the fireplace, settling them down, trying not to allow himself to be weak when they appear to refused to let him go, clinging to the fabric of his sleeves. “Hold on, I’ll be just a moment.” He has to take care of them first, no matter how much his heart is screaming to hold them just a bit longer.
He leaves, gathering tissues and a cup of water. When he returns, he notices that their tears have almost completely stopped, but now they simply looked blankly at the flames dancing in the fireplace. He set the box of tissues next to them, reaching down to grab their hand so he can place the cup of water in their grasp. “Drink,” he demands, although there’s no hint of harshness in his voice, only concern. He stands there and waits till they take the first sip, not allowing himself to feel any sort of relief till they do so.
He bends his knees, lowering himself so he can look up at their face, one of his hands settled supportively on their thigh. “Take it easy. Give it some time. Collect yourself. Shall I put on some music to calm the nerves?” They nodded, remaining silent. He straightened, heading over to his record player, his thumb brushing over the vinyl collection. He plucked out one that was dear to his heart. One MC had gifted him. He took it out with gentle fingers, placing it in the record player, settling the needle down, listening to the first few notes come through before he turned back to the human taking the chair next to them by the fireplace. The chair feels too far away from them now, even if he could reach over and touch their shoulder with his hand.
There’s a question on the tip of their tongue, one he can feel. Their pride is getting in the way. As much as he would wish to hear the suggestion straight from their lips, he’s more than happy to bring it up. “Would you like to stay the night with me?” As they open their mouth, he cuts them off, already knowing what they would say. “It wouldn’t be a bother. I would even like to think that I would sleep better, knowing you were safe and sound right next to me.”
They think about it, but eventually nod. If under better circumstances, he would be beaming. But he remains calm, standing up to extend a hand, waiting till they took it before leading them to his bed, tucking them in first.
The back of one of his fingers ends up trailing down the side of their cheek. A gentle touch he could not resist. “Just sleep now, and do not worry, you won’t have any more nightmares tonight. You can rest assured, I won’t let measly dreams best me.”
They raised an eyebrow, clearing their throat before they spoke. “Did you just make a joke?”
“Perhaps.” He got into bed beside them, and despite the grand size of the mattress, he moved to be right beside them. “I’ll find you,” he then promised. “In real life or in the hazy blur of your subconscious, I’ll find you whenever you need me. Don’t forget that.” The light of the fire and the sound of music seemed to dim. He shut his eyes, a subtle pleased smile on his face. “I will see you soon.”
Mammon
He sleeps deep. But not that deep. If someone comes bursting through his door crying, it’s bound to wake him up. Scared the life out of him at first, nearly jumped straight out of bed. His first thoughts running through his sleepy mind was a ghost.
But when he realized who it was...he almost wished it was a ghost. He’d rather be the one scared.
He scrambled over to them, tripping on his own comforter that had slumped to the ground, crawling over the floor till he was near them, pulling them into his arms. “What is it?! Who hurt ya?! What happened?!” He yelled. He has to be careful, focusing on not greedily digging his own claws into their pajamas, trying not to growl at whoever would’ve done such a thing to them.
MC could only speak in panicked statements, repeating the same phrase over and over again. “I don’t want to die...I don’t want to die...”
It hit him much too hard. The memory. The way he felt when it happened...for real. When they said those same words to him right before the light left their eyes.
He couldn’t help but cry. He’d seen it in his nightmares too. Over and over again.
With a lowered head, tears managed to escape his eyes as the guilt seemed to tear him into pieces again. Why? Why couldn’t he have been there to help them? Why were they still feeling the pain of this? Why them?
“I’m sorry,” he choked, his throat so strained with pain, he could hardly speak. He held them tighter, pulling them so close he was almost curved over them protectively. “I’m here with you now. I- I won’t let anyone hurt you again. Nobody. So please...stop cryin’. I’ll get you whatever you want! We can buy it right now!” His heart breaks further when they hardly seem to be listening. Money can’t buy their happiness right now...only he can.
Only...what can he do? Right...he’s the joke of the family. Maybe if he can make ‘em laugh, they’ll stop crying! Just pull something from his stand-up comedy routine with Levi.
“What- uh -” He clears his throat, trying to stop his own tears. He needs to be the strong one for them. They take care of him all the time, it’s about time he pays back his debt. “Why are relationships a lot like algebra?” He gave them a gentle shake, hoping to Diavolo that they were listening. “Be-because have you ever looked at your X and wondered Y?...Eh? Eh? You get it, because-”
MC squeaked a bit, a noise made from perhaps a bit of bewilderment at the stupidity of the joke. Although, their quick change in breathing gave them the hiccups, or maybe it was caused simply from crying too much. However, the tears seemed to lessen.
“Out of one problem, and into the next, huh? Can’t seem to keep yourself out of trouble.” He gave them a pained chuckle, knowing full well that most of their troubles were stemmed from him and his brothers. He felt their body make little jolts as the hiccups continued. He picked them up, letting their arms wrap around his neck as he brought them over to his bed. His demon form lowered, sharp wings and horns tucked away as he brought them underneath the covers.
They continued to cling to him, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel his heart grow warm. Unfortunate that they had to come here in a panic to get this way but...make the most of what you got, yeah? He let them sit in his lap, rubbing circles into their back as he wondered what Lucifer or Satan would say. Something smart and comforting.
“I’d try to spook the hiccups out of ya, but I don’t think that would work seein’ as how you’re too good to be scared like that.” At those words, they seemed to shrink into him more. “S-so, how about we just hold our breath for a bit? I’ll do it with ya. Hold it in as long as ya can. Ready? One, two,” he sucked in his breath, waiting till they did the same. They sat there in silence, counting in their head, feeling each others hearts beat in each other’s chests. Then MC let it all out in a long shaky exhale.
They both waited, hoping that the hiccups were gone. After a while of nothing, Mammon grinned. “There we go, we got it! All gone, see?... It’s all gone.” If only that were true for everything. If he could help them hold their breath and forget all their troubles, he’d never breathe again. A silly thought, one that didn’t make sense, he knows that, but...it’s an honest one.
“How about we try to sleep again, huh?” He tucked their head under his chin. “I’ll keep ya in my arms all night so you know you’re safe...and if any nightmares show up, just dream of me and I’ll beat it away!”
They finally let out a little chuckle. “Promise?”
He gives them a little squeeze. “I swear. I won’t let anything harm ya. Not even in your dreams.”
Levi
If even Levi is asleep, you know it’s late. He also doesn’t expect anyone to come to his room in general, much less in the dead of night. So when his door suddenly opened, he freaked out. He jolted up, climbing out of his bathtub-bed just to fall to the floor.
And that was all before he heard the crying.
He peeked around the porcelain curve of his bed to spot MC. His mind went blank, so many thoughts running through his head at once, his brain was shutting down. Why were they in here crying? Did he do something? Did someone else do something? Why were they here of all places?
“H-h-hey? MC?” He worked his way to his feet, coming over to them. “You...uh...you alright?” He hated how unsure and unsupportive he sounded. Of course they weren’t alright! He could see that! He needed to focus! They were in a much worse state than he was! Now was not the time to get lost in his own mind. Just...do what comes instinctively, don’t overthink it.
He shut his door first, knowing that if it were him, he would appreciate the privacy. He then quickly stepped over to his bed, pulling the blanket out from in it. He placed it over their shoulders, slowly settling down on the floor to tuck it tighter around them. “Wh-what’s wrong? I’m here. You can- you can tell me.”
They clutched at their head, trying to curl up into a ball on his floor. That’s usually his thing. He almost wishes he could claim it for himself, just so he didn’t have to see MC do the same. “I’m scared...I’m so scared...Don’t let him find me...”
“Don’t let who--” And then it crashed over him like a wave, the memory he had already tried so hard to forget. He hadn’t done much...when it happened. He stood behind everyone else, only able to watch, frozen in shock. Like a coward. So why him? Why did they come to him now?
Before he’s even fully aware he’s doing it, he’s stuffing his tub with everything soft he can find. Pillows, blankets, stuffed animals, the works. He’s not even fully aware of his tail slipping from it’s glamour, wrapping gently around their waist so he can be holding them while he works on this little nest of his. When he’s done, he uses his arms to lift them up, placing them in the cocoon of softness. Like a shelter, a safe space.
If there’s anything he knows how to do well, it’s hide. So he’ll hide them away, tuck them against everything he loves, everything that makes him feel safe.
The motion seems to pull them out of their state that they were in. They looked around, watching the light reflecting off the water in the fish-tank ripple across the ceiling. Then they turned their head to look at him. “Levi?”
He quickly releases his tail from them, gripping the front of his shirt to keep his emotions from spilling out. “Y-you can stay here for the rest of the night. It-it might sound weird, but the bathtub can actually be pretty cozy. It feels like a nest, and sometimes, when I get too hot I--” He was rambling again, his mouth releasing the anxiety for him, but he stopped talking when he felt them tug on his sleeve.
It’s not really made for two...it’s supposed to be a one-person sort of thing, since he’s always alone and all, but...he can feel them trying to pull them in. He...wanted to do that anyway but...he didn’t feel like he deserved it. This wasn’t about him though, was it? And that was okay.
So, he got into bed, the both of them much too close as they were pushed together by pillow and plush. He didn’t have much of a choice other than to hold them now. Or perhaps that was just an excuse.
He struggled to act first...always, it seemed. Especially when it was about something important. Just like before...and like now. Just once...he wanted to...he wanted to...
He settled his forehead against theirs. They were a bit warm, probably from crying so much. His heart nearly stopped in his chest from such a bold act, but he wanted to do it. So badly. To hold them, to make them feel safe, to protect them, like he should’ve done on that day, to show how much he cared.
“When-whenever I get nightmares, I just squeeze something really hard till I wake up. You can try that tonight. If you start to get another bad dream, just hold...hold onto me.” He’s tempted to press his lips to their forehead, like in a perfect anime episode. It’s the pinnacle of comfort. But he doesn’t have that much courage for it, compromising with pressing his cheek to their forehead instead. “We can try as many times as it takes to get it right. A perfect run!” His heart isn’t beating as fast as he expected it would. This was...nice. It was something he’d imagined for a long time. “...A perfect dream.”
Satan
He doesn’t sleep too heavily unless he ends up pulling too many late and sleepless nights reading his books. Tonight, fortunately, was not one of those nights. He wasn’t too far into his dreams, slightly waking up as he turned over on his other side, unable to fall into a deeper sleep with a book wedged under his back.
It was one fateful circumstance, because anyone who had the misfortune of crashing into his room in the dark was bound to wind up hurting themselves. Have you seen the state of his room? One clumsy bump was all it took for there to be a literature landslide.
Which was exactly what MC did.
Still under the sleepy fog of fear, MC threw Satan’s door wide, stumbling in the dark, falling to the floor, their shoulder making contact with a tower of books. If he hadn’t already been somewhat awake...and if MC hadn’t wailed from the top of their lungs, he might not have made it in time.
Dozens of book spines and hardcover corners pounded into his back as he covered MC with his body, trying to curl them under his frame despite not being nearly as large as someone like Beel would be.
Once the dust settled, he shook off a few tomes that had settled on his back. Then he took MC by the shoulders, so filled with wild concern that he didn’t even notice MC’s tears. “What do you think you’re doing coming in here like that?!” He panted a bit, blood pounding through his body with adrenaline. He had to take a second to compose himself, taking a deep breath...and then he came to the conclusion that he wasn’t shaking their shoulders...they were convulsing with sobs.
He quickly moved from above them, settling beside them instead, forcing them to sit up. “What? What’s wrong? What happened?”
“Hurts...” They cried. “It hurts...”
He was suddenly worried his quick action wasn’t quite quick enough. A book must’ve hit them, or maybe they hurt themselves when they tumbled. “Where?” He curled a hand around their chin, checking their face before tugging at their sleeves to check their arms. “Where does it hurt?”
Their fingers moved up to grasp at their throat, hands wrapping around them in such a way to show...
He takes both of MC’s wrists and pulls their arms down, lowering his head, some of his fingers moving up to weave themselves between MC’s. He doesn’t need anything else to go off of. He knows what they’re talking about. He had been one of the ones to check them over when it happened. Every grievous detail of every critical injury was seared into his mind.
He should probably make sure they weren’t hurt aside from...that.
So, he picked them up, pushing some of his books away with his foot, still doing so with great care. He settled them on his bed, making sure there were no hidden novels under the covers. He found the one that had been bothering him earlier and set it aside.
The light of the moon coming through his window provided adequate light to check on them with. Besides, doing a sort of check-up like this might bring them back to reality.
“Can you move your arms?” He made them move their limbs, wiggle their fingers, stretch their neck, flex their feet, just to ensure they felt no immediate pain. Phantom pains would be...harder to deal with. But it seemed the more they moved, the more they were forced to focus on something else, and in turn cry a little less.
He pulled the fabric of his long-sleeve cat-print pajamas over his hand, moving to dry their cheeks. “There, there. Still in pain?” They shook their head, which let him sigh in relief. “Not even a papercut?” They shook their head again as he lowered his hand, pleased to see the tears had stopped. “That’s good...Do you want to stay here tonight?” He could only hope they wouldn’t shake their head a third time.
“...Okay,” they agreed.
Calm. He had to remind himself, keeping himself from basically throwing himself beside them under the covers. He tucked them in first, joining in after, making sure they didn’t bonk their head against his headboard as they got down, placing his hand on the side of their face.
“I’ll tell you a story while you fall asleep. Maybe then you’ll finish the plot in your dreams. So, with that in mind, I’m going to be in the story, obviously, and a ton of little fluffy kittens.” He pulls the blanket further up their body as they turn on their side to face him. He rubs up and down their arm, being incredibly gentle as he does so, trying to massage out the tenseness in their muscles. “I’ll dream the same, so when you wake up, we can compare how they ended. This time, it’ll end the way you want it to. I know it.”
Asmo
He’s an early to bed, early to rise kind of person. When he’s not partying that is. Tonight he had nothing planned but a full night of beauty sleep for a more beautiful Asmo.
That was till someone barged through his door. And unfortunately, not in the way he’s always wanting.
As he heard MC shout and sob, he immediately sat straight up, wishful fantasies flying out of his head all at once. No...this was definitely far from what he wanted.
He flicked on a little side light, casting the room in a warm pink-hue, but he didn’t really care how the room looked. With the light on, he could see in more detail how frightened MC looked, how distraught they were. It broke his heart.
“Oh, hon,” he gasped, getting to his knees in front of them, holding their head in his hands, trying to almost frantically bush away the tears as soon as they dripped from their eyes. “What is it? Who did this? If someone hurt you I--”
“Am I alive?” Their watery and confused eyes stared at him, focusing and unfocusing, perhaps still in the process of fully waking up. They repeated their question again as their voice cracked, their hands coming up to grab the front of Asmo’s pajamas, hands shaking. “Am I alive?”
He couldn’t help but cover his mouth, eyes stinging as it all settled in. He didn’t want to remember it. He didn’t want to think about how they looked when... “Oh, MC...honey...” He wrapped his arms around them, pulling them into him, nuzzling his head against theirs, trying not to cry, feeling the warmth of their body, the beating of their heart, the sound of their breath so close to his ear. That way, he could say with absolute certainty. “You’re alive...you’re here, with me, right as you should be, okay?” His perfectly pitched voice was suddenly squeaking in odd places as his throat suddenly seemed strained. He didn’t want to cry. He wouldn’t. They both couldn’t be a mess.
“Come on, no more crying, you’ll end up feeling awful.” He coaxes them up, guiding them over to his bed where he helps them sit down. He gathers a few things around the room to make them feel better.
He is the king of pampering after all.
He uses a room spray to make the room smell like their favorite scent. He grabs the comfiest fluffy socks. He always has a spare water bottle on hand for hydration. But best of all, he brings over little circular gel packs that he keeps in a small makeup fridge to keep them cool. They’re even designed like little cucumber slices.
“Here you are, dear.” He does all the work making them comfortable, making them drink and then helping them lean back so he can place the cold packs over their eyes. “This will help with the swelling and puffiness...and probably the pounding headache behind those eyes.”
He sits beside them on the bed, his hand over theirs, rubbing his thumb back and forth against their wrist. “Just breathe...it’s alright, your beautiful Asmo is here.” He was hoping saying that would make them smile or chuckle. He’d even take a groan or some reaction, but they just remained quiet. He...doesn’t blame them.
After a few minutes, MC takes the packs from off their face, setting them aside. It did seem to help luckily, they didn’t seem as red as before. He can smile at that, although weakly, leaning forward a little to swipe away an eyelash that had come loose and fallen on MC’s face. He makes sure their cheeks are dry while he’s at it, rubbing the back of his hand up and down their face in soothing motions.
“I think you should stay here tonight,” he states. “If you don’t want to sleep, we can have a little slumber party! But even I think you should get some more rest. I think you look absolutely exhausted.” He speaks in a soft and worried tone, not ashamed to still be petting their head, hoping it’s as comforting to them as it is for him. “What’ll it be?”
“I’m tired...” They agree, but say so hesitantly, afraid of running into more nightmares.
“Then bedtime it is!” He puts away any stray objects, turning off the light before joining Asmo in bed. He lays beside them, his finger tracing the outline of MC’s face over and over again, in such a slow hypnotic way that it makes their eyelids droop. “I won’t stand for unbeautiful things in my room, which means nightmares are absolutely not allowed. Just look at me while you fall asleep, and I know for certain your dreams will be just as beautiful as I am. I know my dreams will be amazing tonight too...because I’ll be looking at you.”
Beel
Beel’s connection with his twin helps him sleep deeply at night, only waking when he’s hungry, and most times not even then. He’ll just eat in his sleep. However, tonight, it seemed Belphie was more active than usual, probably out star-gazing by himself. So, it was keeping Beel more awake than normal, only sleeping lightly, tossing and turning as he tried to not think about how hungry he was.
Then the door slammed open.
It’s not usually a sound he associates with Belphie, so his eyes opened, catching MC at just the right moment when they fell to the ground.
His feet touched the floor before they could even scream.
In fact, their ‘help me’ cry was muffled as he pulled them into his arms, careful not to crush them or squeeze too hard. It was difficult to control, but he was capable. The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt them.
“Why are you sad? Why are you crying?” His heart seems to break with each racking sob. He glanced over to his twin’s bed only to confirm that Belphie was in fact gone. He would have to comfort them alone...
They grip at his sleeves, seeming to grow ever smaller as they shrink into him. They struggle with speaking, almost hyperventilating, but finally able to speak the words he’d never want to hear again. “He killed me...”
........
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Oh...
He doesn’t always pick up on things quite like the others do, but this...he didn’t need to ask. That was about as straightforward as you could get...
He usually runs warm, but all the sudden his blood ran cold, goosebumps rushing over his skin, his stomach dropping.
He felt sick.
Even now, he still did his best to convince himself it never happened, that it was all a bad dream. But it wasn’t...he knew that. So in reality, it remained one of the worst days of his long life. How...how are you supposed to feel when...when your twin...when your family...
A pained groan rumbles in his throat, sounding almost like a whimper. It hurts. Their pain hurts him like it’s his own. That usually only happens with Belphie, but this time, it’s with MC. It’s awful...
He tilts their head back carefully, frowning deeply as he uses his thumbs to clear the tears from their face. His bottom lip almost quivers as theirs does, resting his head on theirs for a moment. He doesn’t think they want food to cheer them up...so he’ll have to do what he’s used to doing next.
He picks them up, cradling them against his chest, taking them over to his bed. He only needs to keep one arm under them to hold them while he uses the other one to give his sheets and blankets a firm shake, removing any lingering crumbs. He then uses one of those blankets to wrap MC in like a little burrito. He won’t eat them, promise. He’s pretty nauseous right now anyway, something people only thought happened when Solomon’s food was involved.
He settles them into his bed and lays himself next to them, placing himself lower than they were so his head was near their chest. He wanted to hear their heartbeat...every beat, every second, every breath was precious to him.
“I think you’re so strong,” he says, wrapping one arm over them. “Stronger than me. You do so much for us all. You’ve been through so much because of us...” After listening to their heartbeat for a while, he pushes himself back up on the bed so he can tuck them against his chest this time. “I’m sorry...I’m sorry, MC...”
He can’t help but feel like this is his fault as well. He should’ve known what was going on. How did he not know Belphie was in the House this whole time? His twin always gets too cranky if he’s by himself for too long, even if he’ll never say it. He could’ve done more...been stronger, been smarter.
Maybe not...he knows MC wouldn’t want him to think such things. He knows Lilith wouldn’t want that either.
MC already seemed a little more at peace, not fully calm, but not crying anymore. That makes him feel a little better. “I’ll become even stronger so I can carry all the heavy things for you. I’ll stop whatever is hurting you too. Let me have it all so you can sleep good, okay?” He plants a kiss atop their head and runs his hand through their hair, sorta like Belphie likes. “Just think of pudding or cake or ice cream, that way you can have sweet dreams.”
Belphie
It’s hard to wake him up most of the time. He sleeps like the dead. So, when MC entered the twin’s room, he hardly stirred. If anything, he assumed Beel was the one making the noise.
To be fair, he was dreaming himself. It was a pleasant one, one that he didn’t want to wake up from. He, Beel, and MC were enjoying a picnic under the stars. They looked so at peace, looking up at the constellations as he told them all about the stories. Then a leaf from a tree fluttered onto the human's shoulder. He reached a hand out to brush it away...and then...
“Help me!” MC’s cry rang through, even in his dream, forcing it to change in an instant. Turning it into a nightmare. His hands were around their throat. His fingers were squeezing them, hurting them. But he could not let go. Did he want to let go? Of course he does! He’s hurting MC! But that’s what he wanted. That’s what he planned. He didn’t know what he wanted! He was hurt! He was angry! He was desperate! Would he have cared if they weren’t connected to Lilith? That’s the only reason why he stopped.
In the nightmare, he’s standing over their body, watching the human suffer. Watching his brothers suffer. Even Beel. Had he enjoyed his own twin’s sadness? All he could do was stand there and watch as each of his brothers turned to him with eyes filled with betrayal. It’s not fair! He was the one betrayed! But he was doing this for them! For everyone! Humans brought nothing but pain and suffering.
“Don’t lie to yourself.” His demon form stood in front of him, like a twisted, bloody reflection. “This was never about humans in the first place. Something precious was taken from you. So in return, you wanted to take something precious from everyone else. Make them feel your pain. Make them suffer like you had suffered. Because that’s all you can do. Because you’re a demon. A monster.” The image changed to that of MC’s now, able to look at him with nothing but fear. “A murderer.”
With that, he awoke in a cold sweat, trying to give his fuzzy mind the time to recall that it was just a dream. Only...he could still hear MC crying. Was he awake, or not?... He sat up, looking over at Beel’s bed. Empty. His twin was probably in the kitchen getting a late-night snack. So then the sound... With a glance, he could spot the very end of their head on the floor, right by the end of...his bed.
The whispers of dreams and memories repeated in his head. Somehow, he knew. He knew they were crying because of him. He knew what plagued their mind at night.
Why should he help them? Why should he comfort them? That would be too selfish of him. He should just lie back down, pretend like he wasn’t awake, and have Beel help them when he came back.
So that’s what he tried to do, pressing his pillow over his ears to block the noise...to try to keep himself from crying with them.
But then...he realized he was doing exactly what his brothers were doing. Ignoring things. Pretending like they didn’t exist. Sweeping problems under the rug...or locking them in the attic. That’s one of the reasons why he got so angry in the first place.
So, he quietly got out of bed, dragging his pillow and a blanket with him. He stepped over to where they were curled on the floor, and sat beside them. He lifted their head and put his favorite pillow under them, throwing the blanket over their body. He pulled his knees up to his chest and started running his fingers through their hair, like he so often requested they do for him.
He won’t say sorry. Sorrys are saved for things like sleeping in and missing plans or eating someone’s snacks they’d saved for later. Sorry wasn’t good enough for this. Perhaps nothing would be.
Eventually, MC’s crying dies down, far too exhausted to continue. “B-Belphie?” Their throat sounded scratchy.
“Don’t say anything,” he demanded, both because it sounded painful and because he couldn’t stand to hear his name like that. He flopped over on the ground, turning so they were facing away from each other, the back of his head against theirs. “Try to get some more sleep.”
“I...don’t think I want to...” They paused, sniffling and trying to get their breathing back to normal. “I’m sorry for...waking you up.”
Hearing them apologize almost broke him. “Don’t be...I was having a nightmare too.” They both go quiet, and for a moment, he believes they’d fallen asleep. He did have a question, one he wanted to ask even if it never got answered. “Why did you come in here...where I was?”
Silence. He closes his eyes, simply content with the way things were, but then he heard them move turning on their other side to look at him. “I...don’t really know. Maybe, I just needed to be with the real Belphie…Leave the other one to the nightmares...” He didn’t dare look at them, but he felt them push the blanket over his body as well so they could share in the warmth together. He could feel them bury their face in his back. They were cold. “I prefer this one.”
He doesn’t understand...but...trying to understand was hard work. Not to be solved all in one night of guilt. Right now...MC needed him. He needed them too. “Are you comfortable on the floor?”
“...Not really.”
“Then get in my bed, silly.” He stood up, not giving them much of a choice, dragging them to his bed where they would be warm, tucking the covers around them. He sat beside them and waited...thinking. “I want to go on a picnic with you and Beel. Let’s go tomorrow.”
“A picnic sounds nice...but we have class tomorrow.”
“I don’t care. We’ll ditch classes. We’ll pack up the best food and the softest blankets and have Beel carry us to where we can easily see the stars.” He finally lies back down beside them. “That’s my dream. I want to make it come true. I don’t...” Again, this is selfish of him...but he’s the baby of the family, and a demon, so he can’t help it, right? “So you have to come with. I don’t want any of my dreams to happen without you...Think all about it tonight, so you can have something to look forward to tomorrow. So you can have good dreams tonight.”
Inspired by the current obey me event!
So, I've been trying to find a replaced au fic I once read, the story where a new exchange student comes and then mc leaves our demon Bros and make pacts with other demons and becomes as strong as solomon and Michael and mc are a thing or something like that. I think the title was something like, nor replaced but unwanted. If someone find it do let me know. Thxx
don’t mind me just thinking about asmo doing my makeup and swatching 37 different shades of lipstick just to put the lipstick on himself and cover me in kisses and leaving marks and hickeys all over me :)
i am so normal about this
Satan: i went through an entire character arc during quarantine.
Satan: i became more evil if you’re curious.
Asmo: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still!
Satan: i’m going to get worse on purpose.
Lucifer: I know you snuck out last night, Asmo.
Solomon: Play dumb!
Asmo: Who's Asmo?
Solomon: NOT THAT DUMB!!!
*MC and the brothers standing around a broken coffeepot*
Lucifer: So. Who broke it?
Lucifer: I’m not mad, I just wanna know.
Beel:
Beel: I did. I broke it.
Lucifer: No. No, you didn’t.
Lucifer: Mammon?
Mammon: Don’t look at me.
Mammon: Look at Levi.
Levi: What? I didn’t break it.
Mammon: Huh, that’s weird.
Mammon: How’d you even know it was broken?
Levi: Because it’s sitting right in front of us…
Levi: And it’s broken.
Mammon: Suspicious.
Levi: No, it’s not!
Satan: If it matters - probably not, but - Asmo was the last one to use it.
Asmo: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
Satan: Oh really?
Satan: Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Asmo: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles!
Asmo: Everyone knows that, Satan!
Beel: Okay, let’s not fight! I broke it, let me pay for it!
Lucifer: No! Who broke it?!
Levi:
Levi: Lucifer, Belphie’s been awfully quiet.
Belphie: OH REALLY?!
*inaudible arguing*
Lucifer, speaking to MC in the background: I broke it.
Lucifer: It burned my hand, so I punched it.
Lucifer: I predict 10 minutes from now they’ll be at eachother’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.
MC:
MC: Good.
MC: It was getting a little chummy around here.
Obey Me! Incorrect Quotes #18
Asmo: So... what would you do if you were in bed with me?
MC: Depends. Is your bed comfortable?
Asmo: Yes.
MC: I'd sleep.
Obey Me! Incorrect Quotes #33
MC: And now for a gay update with Asmo and Solomon.
Asmo: Getting gayer.
MC: Thank you, Asmo.
Obey Me! Incorrect Quotes #36
Asmo: So... who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon?
MC: We're chopsticks!
Asmo: Well... that's cute!
Asmo: Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly?
Belphie: No, it means that if you take one away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.