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Merry Christmas and happy holidays! Here's all of the boys from Obey Me from the opening screen!

I put Belphie twice in the pictures because I couldn't choose which one was better: one with his eye open or one with his both his eyes closed because he just looks cute in both.

Learning to Comfort

***After getting sick yesterday, inspiration struck and I needed to get this on paper. I also realized that I haven't yet written a fic that's focused primarily on a relationship between Belphie and MC, so this is that. Enjoy. -B*** Summary: Belphie finds an extremely sick MC during one of his late-night escapades, and despite his immense lack of experience, decides to take it upon himself to make them feel better. CW: Vomiting

Belphegor, despite being the Avatar of Sloth, always had a hard time sleeping at night. Maybe it was his habit of napping so much during the day, but regardless of the cause, the youngest Avatar of Sin was the House of Lamentation's resident insomniac.

He long accepted this title. It gave him the freedom to bask in the silence of the Hall without Mammon or Asmodeus there to pester him and gave him plenty of time to fuck with Lucifer's shit.

It was the very title that meant he was awake to hear a set of hurried footsteps run down the hall above him.

He frowned silently to himself, quickly tucking away one of Lucifer's favourite books amongst a variety of similar-looking tomes in the back shelves of the library before taking off upstairs to investigate. He reached the top of the staircase just in time to see the bathroom door slam shut at the end of the hall

Belphie's curiosity and concern only grew when noted that your bedroom door was wide open.

Slowly, he approached the bathroom, his stomach dropping at the gagging sounds from within. "MC ... Is everything okay?" He cringed as the noises grew louder for a moment before a pain-filled sob and whimper came through. "I'm, uh, I'm coming in."

Upon opening the door, Belphegor was greeted to a truly a truly pitiful sight.

You were hunched over the toilet, sick dribbling off your chin as one arm wrapped tightly around your stomach and the other provided cushion for your haggard forehead. Your shoulders heaved and shivered between ragged sounding cries as sweat mixed with tears on your cheeks.

"Oh shit," he breathed as he took in your state.

You weakly lifted your head to glare at him, only for your eyes to widen and for you to dive back to the toilet bowl once more.

Belphegor cursed as he rushed forward to support your clearly unstable body, hissing as his skin came into contact with yours. "What the hell? You're burning up." He mumbled as he pressed the back of his hand against your damp cheek.

You only replied with a groan as your body slumped against your arm once more. You blindly reached upward to flush the toilet and grabbed some toilet paper before wiping off your face. "I'm sick," you whined hoarsely.

The demon couldn't help but snort. "I can see that."

He chuckled as you flipped him off, but that smile quickly fell when he noticed just how badly the lovely hand gesturing to him was trembling. A hot knot of guilt wound its way into his stomach. "Seriously though, what's wrong? How can I help?"

You sat there for a moment, jaw tight and lip quivering as you recollected yourself. "I don't know," you whimpered. "I was fine. I felt fine. And then my stomach started to hurt like crazy, and I was super lightheaded, and now I can't seem to keep anything down, and I'm cold and hot at the same time and-" he rubbed your back as harsh sobs escaped from you. "It sucks! And it's scary! And I feel like shit!"

He crouched down to your level, pulling you closer to him as he softly hushed you. "Woah, woah. Easy. It's alright. I'm going to help you through this, alright?"

You sniffled and nodded your head. "Okay."

Belphegor nodded, glancing around the room for any hint on how the hell he was supposed to handle this. It was only now that he had promised you his services that he realized that he had no idea what he was doing. He was never the one to take on the role of caretaker — that usually fell onto Lucifer, Mammon or Beelzebub. He didnèt know the first thing about taking care of a human.

But, he thought with a start, he knew where he could learn.

He quickly grabbed a bucket from under the sink and handed it to you before helping you to your feet. "Alright then. Let's get you back to bed for starters. If you're going to barf, for the love of Diavolo, please do it in the bucket."

Your poor knees wobbled as you delicately stood, leaning heavily on the demon. He supposed you weren't kidding when you said you were light headed. He wrapped an arm around your waist for extra support and then, step by step, Belphegor carefully helped get you to your room and tucked you into your bed; bucket nestled close by in case of emergencies. You groaned as you were laid down.

Looking down at how weak and helpless you looked, Belphie had never felt so out of his league.

"Okay. Okay. Okay. Um, you stay here. I'm going to see what I can find to help." He explained, trying his best, and failing, at keeping the panic that was pulsing through him from spilling into his tone.

You whimpered, blinking up at him with big, oh-so-dangerous, confused eyes as you lifted your head. "You're leaving?"

Fuck. He really couldn't win in this situation, could he?

He slowly made his way back to your door, keeping a small smile on his face the whole time. "I promise, I'll be right back. Look! I'll even leave my pillow as collateral." Without thinking, he threw his sacred, cow-print pillow over to you and winced at the muffled "oof" that came from you upon impact. "I'm going to get some stuff to fix you up, then I'll be back. You can count on me, okay?"

His heart stuttered as you wrapped your arms around his pillow and nuzzled your face into it. "I know I can," you muttered tiredly.

Belphie swallowed thickly, nodding to the air as he quickly headed out of your room and went straight over to Satan's with nothing but desperate determination and adrenaline keeping him awake.

As quietly as he could, he creaked open the door, poking his head into the miniature library.

There, in a disoriented position that would undoubtedly cause him back pain in the morning, was Satan, sleeping with a book spread open on his face and a cat plushie tucked closely under his arm.

Belphie bit back a laugh as he whipped out his D.D.D. and silently snapped a photo before getting to work.

Using all of his experience as an Anti-Lucifer Club member, he carefully sneaked into the room and began to peruse the shelves. "Come on," he whispered to himself. "He's always reading about human shit, there has be something..." He paused as he spotted a thick red book with white cursive running down its spine and smirked. "Gotcha."

Just as his fingers caressed the book's binding, a loud snap rang through the air and suddenly the world turned upside down. Belphie grunted at the impact and glanced up to see himself being held up by his foot by some invisible force. He cursed and looked forward, not at all surprised by the freshly awoken and extremely agitated Satan that was looming over him.

"What," Satan spat as his eyes flickered in the darkness. "Do you think you're doing?"

Belphegor glared back at him and crossed his arms over his chest. "Quit treating me like I'm Mammon. I'm just here to burrow a book."

Satan cocked an eyebrow as his gaze flickered over to the overfilled shelves. "At 2:30 in the morning? I never knew you were such an avid reader. What book?"

Belphie groaned, far too tired and stressed to deal with any of this. "That one. Humans and Their Common Illnesses and Diseases," he pointed lazily at the red book sitting not even 5 ft away from him.

The air instantly grew tense as an aura of suspicion and mistrust began to exude from Satan. The demon's eyes hardened into emeralds as he stepped closer to his little brother. "What could you possibly want with that, and do not even think about lying to me."

A sharp pang of betrayal pierced through Belphie's chest as he realized what this was about. "What? You think I'm trying to get them sick with some terminal illness for some other bullshit?!" He snarled, baring his teeth even as he felt the cold bite of grief wash over him.

Satan's eyes only narrowed further. "Just answer the question."

Belphegor sneered at his older brother as he struggled against the spell holding him up. "Fuck you! I'm not that demon anymore, you prick! MC's puking their guts out, and I'm the only one awake enough to help them but I have no idea what the hell I'm doing, so I wanted to make sure I didn't make things fucking worse like always!" He tried to ignore the burning sensation behind his eyes as he scratched at the invisible chord around his ankle. "They're trusting me and waiting for me to come back, so fuck you! And fuck your stupid assumptions!"

Satan's eyes widened as he quickly dropped the spell and let Belphie fall to the ground. "MC is sick?"

Belphie huffed as he got back to his feet and ripped the book that he needed off the shelf. "That's what I said, isn't it?"

Satan rolled his eyes as he walked over to his shelf and pulled a few more books off it. "Stop it. I'm trying to help you-"

"Oh, so now you want to help. Are you sure I'm not still going to murder-"

"Belphie!" Satan snapped as turned back to him. The younger demon raised his chin in defiance as he held his brother's poisonous stare — each daring the other to make the first move in correcting this. Satan sighed, dropping into his chair as he flipped open some of the books. "That was wrong of me. I shouldn't have assumed, especially after all you've been doing to get better."

Belphegor pressed his lips into a thin line as he thumbed through the book his hands. He didn't give a response. In his opinion, he didn't deserve a response. But this, sneaking into his room, stealing this stupid fucking book, this was all about you and making sure that you're okay.

"They're puking all over the place. They're running hotter than Beel's super spicy newt chips. They can barely stand on their own two feet. And they kept talking about how much their stomach hurt," he explained instead. He ran a hand through his hair as he snapped the book shut and reluctantly looked to Satan. "What do your books say about that?"

He watched as Satan's complexion blanched and he nearly dropped the book in his hands. "Can ... Can you be more specific? Was there any blood when they vomited? Did they go unconscious at any time? Where exactly was the pain?"

In Satan's state of panic, Belphie felt his own heart began to race. "I don't know! They just said their stomach hurt then they felt dizzy!"

Satan rose to his feet and rushed deeper into his room, coming back with his arms filled with vials and herbs of all kinds. "Take me to them."

Belphie scrunched up his nose as he moved to block the blond's path out of the door. "What? No. You can go back to bed. I've got this. Just tell me what to do."

For a second, the two danced back forth, attempting to either get past or prevent the other from getting by. Eventually, Satan let out a growl as he glowered at him. "I thought you said you wanted my help?!"

"I. Never. Said. That." Belphie said pointedly as continued his tactics. "I said I wanted to figure out how to help MC," he snatched some of the vials out of Satan's arms, making the blond yelp as he nearly dropped a couple of them. "Is this it? This the cure or something?"

"I don't know! From what you told me, they could be dying! I won't know for sure until I see them, so for the love of all things unholy get out of my way," Satan seethed, now seconds away from bursting into his demon form.

He was given the perfect opportunity to finally slip by, as Belphie froze in shock. "Wh-What?!"

The two ran as though Cerberus was hunting after them and booked it to your door as fast as two sleep-deprived demons were capable.

They skidded around the corner, several bottles going flying and shattering against the walls as they did, and rushed to open the door. "MC! MC! I'm back! Satan brought the cure, we're going to save-"

Belphie froze in his tracks as he saw you, still in bed just as he left you, but only this time, Lucifer was sitting beside you, a towel drapped over his shoulder as he pressed a hand to your forehead.

He stumbled as Satan smacked into his back.

The elder demon blinked over at his two brothers and raised an eyebrow. "Is there a reason you're both disturbing MC when they're quite clearly sick?"

Satan's eyes flickered between the two as he lifted on of the vials. "We brought medicine. I think MC might have Salmonella, or a heart attack, or Appendicitis or-"

"Food poisoning." Lucifer cut off as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "They got food poisoning. It's common among humans, and was probably triggered by Mammon daring them to try some new Devildom foods earlier today," he wiped off his hands on the towel as he stood. "They'll be fine."

Belphie heard Satan let out a sigh of relief despite himself — but Belphie wasn't buying it. The younger demon crossed his arms as he narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "How do you know that? How did you even know they were sick?"

Lucifer sighed, causing Belphie's internal frustration to grow. "I was awake doing paperwork when I heard some sort of ruckus come from Satan's room. I went to go investigate when I heard even more concerning noises coming from MC's room. I talked with them, realized what had happened, and got them some broth, some anti-nauseants, and a damp cloth to help them settle. Is that satisfactory for you?"

Belphie opened his mouth to bite back a retort when a loud groan came from under the blankets. All three heads whipped directly to you as you looked over at the two demons standing in the doorway. "Belphie? You're back." Any anger that had been building within him, instantly melted away at the sound of his name falling so sweetly from your lips. He made his way over to the bed, carelessly tossing the vials he took from Satan onto the table as he joined you by your side. "Yeah, I'm back, Angel. Sorry it took me so long and that you had to deal with smelly old Lucifer."

The glare he got from his brother was worth it as you giggled in your half-awoken state. "He's not too bad. Just a big old Mama Bear if you think about it."

Satan was cackling in the background as Lucifer's face went bright red. Belphie smirked and ruffled your hair. "I'll take your word on it."

Lucifer cleared his throat, promptly ignoring the flush on his cheeks, as he looked sternly at the others. "We should leave MC to get some rest. I'll come check on them in the morning. You two, head back to your rooms."

You pouted as you clung tighter onto Belphie's billow with one arm and gripped onto the back of his sweater with the other. "But I want Belphie to stay here with me. He just got back."

Belphegor wasn't sure what he did to get your trust or favor back, but he thanked whatever higher being was listening every single day that you didn't hate him for his crimes. He was positive that he would never need anything ever again. He could live off your hugs and your smile alone and be perfectly content.

He pouted along side you as he climbed into your bed and pulled you close to him. "Yeah. I just got back. You can't ask me to leave."

Lucifer scowled down at the pair of you as he crossed his arms over his chest. "You're going to get sick."

It was with great pleasure that Belphegor flashed his brother his infamous shit-eating grin as he got himself nuzzled comfortably under your blankets. "But, Lucifer, you just said yourself that they only had food poisoning. Ergo. There's nothing for me to catch."

The growl that left Lucifer was one that parents across the world would recognize instantly as one of complete resignation. "It's too late for this." He made his way out the door, grabbing Satan by the arm and hauling him out of the room. "I'll be back in the morning. Make sure they stay hydrated. Do not let them choke in their sleep."

"Yes Mom!" Belphie called out over Satan's complaints just as the door closed shut behind them.

Now alone, the demon felt himself instinctively relax as you curled up against him and rested your still-warm head against his arm. He smiled gently and pressed a kiss against your forehead.

Maybe he was new at this whole taking care of human things, but he supposed that with you around, learning wouldn't be too bad.

***I really really enjoyed this one and I hope you all do too. Thank you so much for the love and support and I hope you all have a great day! -B*** Taglist: @thegrimgrinningghost @henry-and-the-seven-lords @satans-beloved-riv @cosmixbun @sufzku @obey-mes-treasure @kissed-by-a-dementor @yukihaie @justtiarra @mammoneybb @poly-bi-mf @burrixino @rul-of-demise @pumpkins-mainside-blog @acousticpen @sucker-for-angst-and-fluff @itskrispy @10paradox10 @vallison-rea @ivoryclive @newfangled-artistry @pumpkinpatchkid @chirikoheina @sailboat21