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the-travelling-witch · 9 months

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𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋

summary: having your period is already stressful enough and being in the devildom doesn't make it any better; luckily, these demons are here to help

pairings: mammon :: belphegor :: barbatos x reader

warnings: period-having reader (gn pronouns), blood, mild cramps

a/n: this is literally so self-indulgent, as everything i write is, but whenever i'm on my period thinking of scenarios like this helps me sit through cramps, so i thought i'd share the nonesense with you ♡

obey me masterlist || similar writing: twisted pains [twst]

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍

“Human! Open ya damn door!”

“No, please let me die in peace,” you whined from underneath your blankets as the banging against your door continued.

“If ya don’t let me in right now, I’ll kick it down, ya hear me?!” You could practically see Mammon pacing a ridge into the floor in front of your room, so you trudged over there and unlocked it, the demon almost colliding with you from how quickly he opened the door. His snow-white hair was sticking up from his head as if he’d run his hands through it without noticing. “What’s the big deal makin’ me wait so damn long, huh?”

“I told you I’m trying to pass away from this life,” you deadpanned, trudging back to your bed, groaning as another cramp twisted your lower stomach. “First, I have to deal with this shit in a house full of male demons who are absolutely not prepared to handle a human exchange student on their period. And second-“

You paused, for both dramatic flair and to take a calming breath. Then, you turned around and gave Mammon a saccharine smile dipping pure venom.

“I find out that apparently the entire Devildom can smell that I’m on my period if I step a foot out the bloody door.”

“Listen, I’m sorry.” Mammon held up his hands to plead his innocence. “I didn’t mean ta be so rude about it. But in my defence, I didn’t know it’s a normal thing for humans to just start bleedin’. I thought ya were dyin’!”

You painfully remembered how you had dragged yourself out of your room this morning, after luckily finding some hygiene products in the bag you had with you when you were whisked away to the Devildom unannounced (thank the sky guy you threw them into literally every bag and purse you owned). Already in a bad mood, you’d plopped down into your designated seat, ready to fight for your breakfast, only to feel six pairs of eyes on you.

“What?” You had asked, when nobody passed you the bread basket.

That had been when Mammon, eyes as wide as the coaster under your mug, almost jump-scared you into dropping your butter knife.

“WHY ARE YA BLEEDIN’?!” He’d already pulled you from your chair and started inspecting you for any signs of injuries, tugging your arms up and inspecting your head. “Are ya hurt anywhere?”

“Mammon, I’m fine. You can let go of me now.” You almost had to wrestle your arm back from him, heat already creeping up your cheeks.

“Clearly yer not!”

Exhaling deeply you said through gritted teeth “I’m on my period, if you have to know.”

The demons around the table had exchanged glances, but sadly only three of them had held a spark of understanding, those being Satan, Levi and Asmodeus. Mammon and Beel on the other hand seemed more lost (well, Beel actually had his eyes on his food but that was beside the point) and Lucifer’s face had been unreadable.

“Woah, periods are an actual thing?” Levi had asked incredulously, his voice somewhere between shock and awe. “I thought anime made those up for the sake of the plot.”

“I see,” Satan had given you hope. “I‘ve read about those before in some books on human anatomy but I didn’t think it was a big deal, seeing as it wasn’t talked about much.”

“Satan, pray tell, from when were those books?”

“The 18th century perhaps?” He shrugged, tilting his head.

“Well, that explains a lot,” you had sighed, whereas Asmo had just dropped his head in his hands.

“I’m sorry about them, hon. But demons don’t experience periods, so I doubt any of them will be much help,” he had squeezed your hand sympathetically.

Lucifer had cleared his throat then. “Well, it appears that we have some catching up to do, now that we are hosting a human exchange student. Given your…predicament, you are allowed to stay home from RAD as long as this affects you.”

You had sighed a breath of relief.

“In exchange, however,” Lucifer had continued, making you dread the next words to leave his mouth, “it will fall to you that my brothers are properly educated on how to handle this side of humanity.”

So, that afternoon, you had found yourself in the common room, holding a presentation on the menstrual cycle in front of the brothers… and the future demon king himself. Yes, of course, Diavolo had gotten wind of your situation and simply couldn’t pass up the opportunity to learn more about humans. At least, him being in the know meant you’d never have to worry about getting period products imported to the Devildom ever again.

Subsequently, you had locked yourself in your room, curled up under a blanket as you scrolled through Devilgram trying to forget this whole ordeal happened. A good hour later, Mammon had started pounding against your door like a madman.

With him standing in your room now, you could see the bag he was holding as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Sitting on the edge of your bed, you patted the spot next to you.

“I’ll forgive you. It would have been more embarrassing if I went to RAD without knowing,” you said placatingly. “Anyways, what’s that?”

“Oh, it’s nothin’…” Mammon trailed off, looking anywhere but you as he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s just… Ya were sayin’ this stuff could help and we didn’t have any, so I went and got some for ya… Only because Lucifer would string me from the ceiling if ya went and complained! That’s all!”

Taking the plastic bag from him, you peered inside to see various types of human world painkillers, a hot water bottle and chocolates. Despite what the demon had just said, you noted that the chocolate brand he bought was the one you liked best, something you had only dropped in a passing sentence when you talked to Asmo about a new trending dessert.

“Thank you, Mammon,” you smiled genuinely. “That actually is really helpful.”

“Really?” He managed to suppress his grin before it curled further than the corner of his lips before clearing his throat and hiding half his face behind his hand. “I mean, I’m only doin’ ma job, ya know? So Lucifer gives me back Goldie!”

“Sure you are,” you laughed, the first time since your day started. “Does your job also involve staying with me and watching a movie?”

“Yeah!” This time he was too late to hide his excitement, then he caught himself and tried again, calmer this time. “I uh- I could fit ya in my super busy schedule. Gotta make sure ya don’t die after all, huh?”

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑

What a horrible way to start your day.

Well, under other circumstances, it would’ve been near perfect. Waking up snuggled comfortably in your boyfriend’s tight hold as he lightly snored into the crook of your neck, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

If it wasn’t for the unpleasant twisting of your lower stomach you might have turned around and slept the morning away. Still slightly groggy, you sat up in bed, hoping dearly it was just a fleeting stomach ache or hunger and not your period, despite the clear symptoms.

All hope was shattered however, when you shifted and you knew instantly that you could kiss this pair of underwear goodbye. With some effort, you wriggled out of Belphie’s vice grip, looking back at the sleepy demon as he groaned in protest only to see a large blood stain where you’d just lain. At your shocked gasp echoing around the attic, you watched his brows knit together and his nose wriggle, his forehead creasing as if he was deep in thought. Then, he blinked his eyes open.

“What’s—“ he cut himself off with a yawn, “What’s wrong? Are you alright? What are you doing over there?”

“Belphie… I’m so sorry,” you nearly sobbed, guilt bubbling up in you. In combination with your hormones being all over the place and your still sleep-addled mind, tears were threatening to form along your waterline.

In a heartbeat, the Avatar of Sloth was up and next to you, pulling you into a hug and bringing your head to rest against his shoulder, one hand smoothing over your hair, the other holding you close by the waist. You’d never seen him move this fast this early in the morning.

“Hey, hey, what’s up?” He gently prodded, voice still raspy with sleep but soft nonetheless. “Please talk to me, starlight.”

“It’s— Your sheets, I’m so sorry… I didn’t know…” You buried your face deeper in the fabric draping over his chest as you felt him turn his head towards the bed. Then, a beat of silence spanned across the attic.

“That’s what you’re fussing about?”

“Yeah, I mean—“ Collecting your thoughts, you began again. “It’s gross and a pain to clean. I really should’ve known that—“

“Hey, look at me.” Tilting your face towards his, your eyes met amethyst ones as you followed the guidance of his fingers underneath your chin. “It’s not gross, you hear me? No part of you could ever be.”

“But the blood-“

“I’m a demon, might I remind you. You’d think I can handle a little blood.” There was a caring seriousness in his gaze that made you weak in the knees, the love and adoration you found swirling within almost making you cry for a whole other reason. “You didn’t actually think I’d be mad at you about something so natural, did you?”

“It’s generally a bit of a taboo topic and conversations about it can be quite stigmatised, so…,” you shrugged.

“You’re telling me half the population go through this every month and the topic is hushed up anyway? You’re already stressed enough and people give you crap for something like this?” You nodded at his incredulous tone. “Well that’s just stupid.”

For a moment, Belphie just held you, his fingers tracing random shapes into your hip. Then, he pulled you towards a dresser in the corner of the room, never letting go of you completely.

With how much time you had started spending in the attic it was a somewhat natural course of nature that your clothes would gradually end up moving here as well. Pulling out a fresh pair of underwear and a pair of black sweatpants, you didn’t have time to reach for a sweater before a soft pile of fabric was already pushed into your hands. Upon closer inspection, you identified it to be one of Belphie’s hoodies.

“I know you like wearing them,” he merely shrugged off your raised eyebrow. “Now go and take your time washing up, but make sure to come back straight away when you’re done.”

Practically herding you out of the door, you almost had to snort at the irony of the Avatar of Sloth encouraging you to do something you might not have had the energy to otherwise. But you were incredibly thankful for it because when the shower’s warm water hit you, you noticed how much you needed this, feeling born anew after scrubbing your skin clean.

Climbing back up the stairs to the attic, you already felt a lot calmer than when you had woken up, swaddled in Belphie’s cloud-like hoodie (seriously, where did he find fabric like that?) and surrounded by a mixture of his scent and your body wash.

When you pushed open the attic door, you blinked at the new set of sheets Belphie was lounging on, the old ones nowhere to be seen. Even without you moving, the demon perked up at your presence, extending one arm to coax you back into bed.

“What are you still doing over there? Come here,” he said, voice already drowsy again. “There’s still some morning left to be slept away.”

Who were you to refuse? Sliding under the covers next to him, you turned and twisted into whatever pretzel position made you cramp the least before two strong arms wrapped around you. This was another perk of being with Belphie; if anyone could accommodate weird sleeping positions, it was him.

Warm hands found their way under his hoodie, his palms pressed flatly against your lower back where most of your pain was coming from, while the hips of his fingers slowly caressed the surrounding skin.

“Feeling better?” He mumbled into the crown of your head.

“Mhm, much better,” you breathed into the crook of his neck, sighing as his natural body heat slowly eased some of the constant pressure in both your lower stomach and back. “How did you know about the back pain though?”

“You always complain about it, especially on the first day,” he replied nonchalantly, as if it was the most natural thing to know.

“How did I get so lucky,” you mused, your tone playful but just as genuine. “Makes me feel even worse about ruining your sheets.”

“Literally don’t worry about it, you do too much of that anyway. I left them with Asmo, he knows how to get just about any stain out of stuff.” You tried not to think about the specifics of where that expertise came from, so you rolled your eyes at the very typical behaviour of the youngest to dump his work on his brothers. Then you stiffened. Work. Chores. You were on grocery shopping duty today. “What’s the matter now?”

“I have to go out soon and get everything we need for dinner,” you sighed. Maybe you could convince someone to trade it with an indoor chore for the week.

Before you could reach for your D.D.D, the arms around you held you a little closer to the demon you were snuggled up against, one of his legs draping over your thigh, careful not to put too much pressure on you as he tangled your legs with his.

“Well that’s too bad,” Belphie mumbled into your hair, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head. “Looks like Lucifer has to find someone else for the job. Because you’ll be busy all day.”

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒

Periods had the annoying habit of showing up whenever they pleased, which mostly meant whenever it was most inconvenient for you. Being well aware of that fact didn’t mean you were any more prepared for it to happen, though.

So, as you were running errands around RAD with Barbatos, it suddenly felt like your insides were squeezed together and wrung out like a washcloth, making you stagger and pause to steady yourself again. When your companion turned to ask if you were alright, you assured him everything was fine, hoping it was just one bad cramp that would ebb away soon.

But over the course of the next fifteen minutes, it progressively got worse and you had trouble focusing on the task at hand, shifting uncomfortably in your seat as you sorted through student council documents. As you reached for a new stack of files, gloved hands came to rest over yours, preventing you from picking up more work.

“You should not overexert yourself, dear,” a soft voice spoke close to your ear. On other occasions, you would have welcomed the way his hands smoothed down your shoulders when it was just the two of you for once, but you couldn’t think about anything but the pain you were experiencing. “Without meaning to offend, you’re looking rather unwell. Allow me to take you to the Demon Lord’s Castle.”

“What about work?” You mumbled but didn’t resist as he pulled you to your feet, steadying you with a hand between your shoulder blades. “And Diavolo?”

“Do not worry about that. There’s no rush to complete these files and the Young Master has given the explicit order for me to take care of you,” Barbatos smiled as he led you out of RAD, careful to avoid as much unwanted attention as possible. “An order I was all too happy to comply with, might I add.”

“So you knew,” you sighed with a smile, not actually too surprised at the revelation. “I did think it was suspicious to have you all to myself the entire day. Do I even have to ask how you knew?”

“Well, as you have come to learn, demons are far more perceptive to certain reactions of the body, hormonal changes included,” he explained matter of factly. “Aside from that, however, I have also made it a priority to learn the rhythm of your body to best care for you.”

“You track my cycle? Despite being so busy already?” You turn your head to look at him in surprise.

“Of course. Not only are you an honoured exchange student, you are also someone who is immensely important to me,” he said as he held the castle door open for you, his verdant gaze full of adoration. “Naturally, I aim to ease your strains and alleviate some of the burden you carry.”

“You really don’t have to—“

“But I want to.” Taking your hand in his, the fabric of his gloves soft against your skin, he brushed your knuckles with a featherlight kiss. “Please allow me to take care of you, my love.”

“I guess I can’t say no when you ask like that,” you laughed sheepishly. Your body seemingly agreed with you as it sent another wave of cramps to make your knees buckle.

“You must be exhausted,” Barbatos said, no doubt picking up on your unease immediately. “Let me draw you a warm bath to ease some of your tension.”

Said, done. Soon thereafter, you were sinking into a tub that probably cost more than a normal person’s house, the water the absolute perfect temperature to relax your muscles. You also noted how there were no strong scents present, only the hint of something floral and calming, but not overwhelmingly so.

After some time of soaking in the bath and with your permission, Barbatos stepped back into the bathroom. First, he wrapped you in the fluffiest black towel, carefully patting your skin dry so as to not irritate it. Then, he applied a moisturising lotion, gently kneading out any knots in your legs and shoulders with his skilled fingers before helping you into a new set of clothes which felt light as feathers against your skin.

He also showed you where to find any sort of hygiene product you might need and, to nobody’s surprise, somebody had stocked the guest bathroom you used whenever you came over with every possible product there was.

In your guest room, Barbatos guided you over to the sofa and lounge chairs underneath one of the high windows where a tea set was already waiting for you on the table in the middle.

“I took the liberty to prepare some tea and a few pastries while you were bathing. This blend has soothing qualities and is known to help with cramping. Given your usual choice of tea, I also think the aroma will be to your taste,” the demon explained and, as always, you were stunned by his level of attention to detail.

As he poured it, you noticed, however, that there was only one cup on the table and instead of getting one for himself, Barbatos went to fetch a hot water bottle.

Wrapping it in a cloth he warned you to be careful not to burn yourself before announcing he’d start preparations for dinner, letting you know he’d be making your favourite. But before he could turn to leave, you caught his wrist, a surprised expression flitting over his face for just a second.

“If it’s not too much trouble,” you started, holding his gaze, “would you join me for tea? It’s been a while since we sat down together.”

At your request his face smoothed over into a fond smile, the hand in your grasp coming up to brush over your cheekbone.

“I suppose dinner can wait a little longer,” he said, clearly as happy as you to spend time with you. “Then again, even if it couldn’t, I’d find it hard to leave you. Especially when your wish and mine are so closely intertwined.”

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devildomresidentt · 3 months

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Lucifer Headcanons (Smelly old fart)

He has multiple grey hairs and grey patches in his hair (Thanks to a certain white haired sorcerer)

He started to develop bad eyesight due to being hit with lightning before the fall so he started wearing glasses, but he mainly wears contacts since he can’t bother to remember where he (or his brothers) puts his glasses.

Has various scars along his back, shoulders, arms, and hands from shielding his brothers during the Celestial War along with tearing out his wings.

Keeps bottles of Demonus hidden around the house of Lamentation, Mammon likes to look for them like a scavenger hunt.

He tells the corniest dad jokes known to man, sometimes it’s on purpose, sometimes he’s being genuine.

Has a picture in his wallet of his brothers and MC.

He has a slightly hooked nose, he gets it from his father.

Favors Mammon, even though he always denies it when someone brings up.

Loves listening to Levi rant about his interests, he finds it entertaining.

Has multiple matching keychains with MC and his brothers, he even keeps a separate chain just to hold them all.

Hates it when people touch his wings, he’s very sensitive about them, especially near the base of them.

Third tallest brother behind Levi and Beel (Never bring it up around him because he’ll either mentally spiral or go on a violent rampage)

Favorite genre is Horror, mainly psychological for both movies and books.

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softxsuki · 5 months

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I am SO nervous to ask, but I have an urgent request for Obey Me. Can I ask for Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Beelzebub comforting a burnt-out reader? The reader's mental health has been decreasing for a while, and lately they think nigh everyone sees them as incompetent. They've had to do a LOT of things in a short span of time and they have to do even more tasks that require mINimAL eFFoRT to do in the next week while acting as the unpaid therapist for their friends.

Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Beelzebub (Separate) Comfort Burnt-Out Reader

Pairings: Diavolo x Gn!MC, Barbatos x Gn!MC, Simeon x Gn!MC, Beelzebub x Gn!MC

Warnings: mentions of low mental health, feeling burnt out

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 730

Summary: In which they comfort you after seeing how burnt-out you are

[A/N: Hiiii, I'm sorry this is so late, I got sick and have just been very busy with work and getting ready for the holidays, but hopefully this is still useful you you :)]

Diavolo:

Diavolo is also a very busy man, as the next in line to be king of the Devildom and being the president of the student council, he knows what it feels like to have a lot going on

He sneaks away from Barbatos and his pile of paperwork to go look for you

When he does find you, he drags you away on a little rendezvous to help you get away from your own mountain of responsibilities even if its only for a few minutes

Usually you both go into town together and have a meal or just browse around in the different stores

On days where Barbatos is keeping a closer eye on him and he can’t sneak off, he encourages you to get any work you have to get done, in his office

Just so he can keep a close eye on you and make sure you take breaks frequently, to lessen the stress and try and keep you from feeling burnt out

Barbatos:

Barbatos is one of the most responsible men out there, but he too is busy with his own duties, as well as watching over Diavolo to keep him on track

Yet despite being busy, he always makes time for you–after all you’re part of his duties, taking care of you comes naturally, yet it’s a task he’d never leave undone

If there’s anything he can do for you to help lighten your workload, he’d do it

Most of his visits include tea time and sometimes he even brings some sweet treats that he baked specifically for you

Back massages are a must as well as maybe a short walk to keep the blood flowing and allow you some fresh air

He’s always there to listen to your concerns or worries, he’s YOUR person that hears you out and offers advice since he knows you never put yourself first in any other part of your life

With Barbatos, you’ll always be first

Simeon:

Simeon notices how tired you look day by day, but when he finally decides to step in, he takes you away from everything so you can clear your mind and just stop worrying about everything for a moment

You both venture to the human world for some well needed sunlight; since the Devildom is dark 24/7 perhaps you needed some Vitamin D to lift you up again

While in the human world, he takes you to all your favorite places in hopes that it will make you happy again

Words of affirmation are a huge deal for Simeon, so he’s always telling you how amazing and brilliant you are in all aspects of your life

He’s a great listener and as a celestial being, he’d probably give you the best advice in return for any of the struggles you express to him

Picnics are his favorite thing to do with you, especially in the human world; he’d prepare all the food and desserts with Luke’s help and pamper you to a relaxing day by the water

Simeon is always concerned for your well being, so he frequently checks in on you and brings you small things throughout the week to try and lighten your mood

Beelzebub:

Of course as soon as Beel notices your change in demeanor he assumes it’s because you aren’t eating well, or not eating enough

So his instinct is to attempt to cook for you to get those well needed nutrients back into your body

This of course fails and he ends up eating half the plate before it even reaches you (that’s still impressive) so he decides to just take you out to eat instead and pays for everything

Aside from feeding you, Beel gets a little clingy

He’d hold you close and steals you away to his and Belphie’s room, shooing everyone away except his twin of course, but he hogs you all to himself for a few hours, only leaving for food and bathroom breaks

You’re forced to relax with him and he reassures you that he’ll take care of any other responsibilities you have for the day

Probably starts talking about random things to make you laugh or distract your mind from anything unwanted that may still be lingering

He’s just a big cuddly teddy bear who wants to make sure you’re well taken care of, both physically and mentally

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 12/11/2023

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sister-lucifer · 1 year

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Apology, With Tears

Lucifer x Gender Neutral Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst/Comfort

Summary: Lucifer comforts you during a hard time, and reminds you that your feelings are always welcome with him

Content/Warnings: Comfort, guilt, angst with happy ending, implied venting (the source of anguish itself isn’t specified, please project whatever issue you may be having onto this fic /srs)

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“I-I’m sorry….”

Your voice was so small. Shockingly, terrifyingly so. For a moment Lucifer froze, unsure if he had really heard it. The words were as fragile as a single snowflake landing on the bare concrete, ready to break and melt into oblivion at any moment. They were as quiet as the coo of a dove in a raging thunderstorm, and yet they shook Lucifer to his very core.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m sorry, Lucifer…”

There was a small part of him that thought maybe the repetition would bring clarity, but no such luck. Gently he hooked two fingers under your chin, tilting your head up towards him in a slow manner so that you’d have ample opportunity to resist him if you’d like.

You did not. You allowed him to meet your eyes with his.

That was the softest you’ve ever seen his gaze.

The sharp brows that were usually taut with annoyance were furrowed just slightly in such a way that you could tell Lucifer didn’t even know he was doing it. He would never purposely let concern show so obviously, but it seems he was preoccupied with other, more pressing concerns at the moment.

Something sorrowful in the swirling red of his eyes stabbed into your heart with a pang of guilt. To know you had caused Lucifer—the chronically overworked head of house—such worry brought a heaving sob from you.

The last of your resilience disappeared like a flame in the wind. The tears flowed freely, and there was no stopping them. They ran fast down your cheeks and fell into your shaking palms and stained your shirt. They were shamefully, burning hot, like liquid fire on your face, but once they fell to your lap you could not feel them. You brought up an arm to cover your eyes, the tears soaking into your sleeve and soon after your skin.

“I’m…I’m sorry, I—“

“Please, please stop saying that, my love….”

The words are surprising, but even in your shock you can’t bring yourself to look up at Lucifer.

“Why…” He begins, at a loss for words for the first time since he can remember.

“…Why do you keep apologizing?”

You thought you’d have an immediate answer, and yet when you open your mouth no words come. That should be an easy question. You knew why.

Didn’t you?

You have to search a bit more before you even think of speaking.

“I just…I feel bad for…b-being like this—“

“Being like what?!” Lucifer interrupts, and now his confusion and desperation is showing through. He’s not raising his voice and yet his words hold a sense of urgency akin to that of a scream for help. He isn’t angry, but he is so overwhelmingly worried.

“I…I-I shouldn’t…” You have to fish around in the word pool a bit more before pulling out the right ones. “I shouldn’t be…making you deal with this, i-it’s my problem, I can handle it, I…”

The pause is heavy. Unbearably, crushingly heavy.

“I shouldn’t be doing this to you…”

It is in this moment that Lucifer’s black heart shatters into countless pieces. The larger fragments linger in their place, the smaller splinters go flying off in all directions. It is likely that he will never recover all of them. There is no way to when something like this happens. He knows that you have felt the same. You have lost many pieces of your heart along the way here.

Fortunately, Lucifer has some to spare.

“You aren’t doing anything to me, my love…” He assures you, taking your hands in his. His grip is loose, encouraging you to follow his movements instead of forcing you.

“You talk about yourself as if you are some terrible, laborious thing that must be dealt with against all will. I’m not here because I am forced to or because I feel I must, or else. If I thought this wasn’t a serious matter I would have walked out of this room long ago.”

He’s right. You know he’s right. Living with six unruly little brothers means Lucifer has a very high tolerance for emotional turmoil. You’ve seen him shoo his bickering brothers away or send an injured Mammon off with no more than a ‘good luck’ and a wave of his hand. He knew his brothers could deal with themselves.

But you? You were not them, but he still knew exactly what you needed.

“You are not some heavy burden forced on my shoulders, I choose to be here. You have nothing to apologize for because I am asking you to seek me out for help.”

A gloved thumb wipes a tear from your cheek, and for the first time you meet Lucifer’s gaze on your own. His expression is lighter somehow, brows not pressed quite so tightly together.

“Hardships cannot be endured alone, that is a fact. They are meant to be shared. So please, no more ‘sorry.’ Apologies are for when you do something wrong…like how a certain twin keeps eating the drywall in the common room…”

You can’t help but laugh at that. It’s weak, hardly intelligible through your labored breathing, but Lucifer hears it.

The smile that crosses his lips is merely a ghost, gone in a moment.

But you see it.

It comforts you in such a way that it destroys every defensive wall you had been fighting so hard to keep up. Suddenly you’re reaching for him, gripping onto his uniform shirt with aching fingers before pulling him to you. A loud sob echoes through you as you hide your face against his chest, hot tears leaving trails down his button up.

If you were anyone else in any other scenario, Lucifer would probably be a bit appalled at how you were ruining his freshly ironed uniform.

And yet, the thought never even crossed his mind.

A tender hand strokes the back of your head, and the other ushers you up into a more comfortable sitting position in his lap.

He doesn’t shush you, or tell you it’s okay, because it isn’t. But it doesn’t have to be. He knows you will calm yourself in your own time.

Until then, he is more than content to stay right here.

#angst #fluff fic #comfort #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me angst #obey me fluff #obey me comfort #lucifer obey me #lucifer x reader #lucifer x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #lucifer fluff #lucifer angst

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xifhera · 1 year

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| Part 1 | The older brothers

Look I’m sorry but these guys are a little silly sometimes

Let me know if you want the side characters done:)

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angeladore · 1 year

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“YOUR SMILE IS MY FAVORITE..”

𓂃 ۫ . ☽︎ side characters x gn!reader ,, fluff (minus luke)

DIAVOLO ᓚᘏᗢ

You were spending time with Diavolo at the Castle for a sleepover, he invited you over so he could spend time with you. You were glad to accept, the brothers fighting again and giving you a headache, plus you got to spend time with him.

You enter the door with a small bag filled with your essentials you would need, Barbatos greets you and takes your bag leading you to where Diavolo was. He was in the kitchen, you saw that Barbatos has prepared you guys sandwiches with you and Diavolo’s favorite toppings. Barbatos smiles and walks away, leaving you and Diavolo alone.

Diavolo smiles at you, greeting you. That’s when you realize how cute his smile is up close; you always thought it was cute. You smile back at him staring at him intently, he looks at you as he is confused. “Diavolo, your smile is my favorite.” He looked at you and laughs while his cheeks turn pink, he looks back at you and see’s you smiling “You have a adorable smile yourself, yours is also my favorite!”

BARBATOS ᓚᘏᗢ

Barbatos invited you with him for lunch at a nearby bakery, they had lots of sweets and some nice tea. He wanted to spend time with you as well since you’re always busy with the brother’s shenanigans.

Barbatos came and got you from the house of lamentation, you two holding hands on the way to the bakery. You smile at him, he’s always so calm and kind towards you. As you guys get closer to the bakery he holds the door open for you to enter, following behind you once you were inside.

You look at the large menu and find a sweet that you want to try, as well as tea. Barbatos orders for you and himself, also paying for both of your food. “You didn’t have to pay for mine..” You look at him, he looks at you as well and smiles “Well we hardly go out, so I thought it would only be right of me.” You look at his smile for a bit more, speaking from your mind “You know your smile is my favorite.” He stops and blushes a bit. “I’m honored to have your favorite smile. You have a nice one yourself.”

SIMEON ᓚᘏᗢ

You and Simeon were studying in the RAD Library together for a project. He brought some strawberry pastries he baked with him for the both of you to eat. You planned on doing the model and he was going to do the writing and explanation for it.

He laughs as you struggle sticking clay to the model while it keeps falling off, he helps you stick it on properly & you smile and thank him. Simeon smiles as well, his angelic features looking even more heavenly in the moment. “Your smile is my favorite smile ever.” You wanted to punch yourself for saying that out loud, blushing as he chuckles.

“Your smile is also my favorite dear.”

SOLOMON ᓚᘏᗢ

Solomon left his bedroom to get you guys water(dw its not poison it’s in a bottle) , you’ve been working hard on potions for half the day, he even invited you to sleepover and you accepted.

He came back with the iced water handing it to you, you accept it and start drinking, you really needed a drink. “Thank you Solomon.” He grins at you “You’re welcome, I can make food to if you want.” You almost spit your water out but shake your head to save yourself. He smiles in return and nods. “Your smile is my favorite you know?”

That caught him off guard, he hasn’t heard that in a while. He grins cheekily “Oh I know.” You glare at him playfully as he chuckles “Your smile is also my favorite.”

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strange-pass · 2 months

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○•●No Motivation●•○

Obey me headcanons!

Credits for cute divider: @i92-93

Pairings: Asmodeus, Lucifer, Mammon, and Satan x GN!Reader (separately)

Synopsis: Obey me! Characters help MC when they are having trouble with motivation because they have difficulties with their work.

A/N: These were some headcanons I did a few days ago. Decided to post them because it feels weird writing something but not releasing it. These were written because I have bad motivation when it comes to doing my work, I hope these can comfort someone else as well! I will most likely be writing more characters in the future for this, but it will take a bit of time since I have other things I would like to write about. Have a lovely day!

genre: Comfort, no warnings!

Requesting here Word count: 940+ altogether

🖋️ Asmodeus:

-Asmodeus believes that he can help you through buying any stationary items that you want. His logic is that the more you like your studying space, the more it’ll motivate you to study. If you want pens, highlighters, special notebooks, he’ll go on a shopping spree with you. This way, you spend time with him, and it can help you take some edge off and go back to studying after taking a break.

-While studying, he’ll even let you take his room for a while and focus if you want a beautiful space. He won’t mind being kicked out for a bit, or staying in order to support you. He just wants you to be happy so he can see your lovely smile, even if he isn’t the smartest in terms of book smart, he’ll help you as much as he can.

-“I hope you love your new space! I tried to make it specific to your tastes, if you want anything you can come to me. As a reward we can do face masks and relax!”

-If you want help with flash cards, he’ll make them so pretty that you’ll want to go through them all the time.

🖋️ Lucifer:

-Lucifer doesn’t get why you have struggle studying, but he notices you're having troubles and wants to make it easier on you. He can’t offer self care advice, mostly because he does not take of himself when he does his own work, but he’ll offer to be beside you while studying. If you have a problem that you have trouble with, he’ll break it down and explain each component in order to solve the question you’re on. When he’s not there, he’ll write down

-He offers his study, since he finds it important to focus on school work. His study is quiet, it’s cozy, the desk is nice and big so you can sprawl out your work, and the view from the window is gorgeous. If you’re antsy without noise, he can set up a record player and play some classical music that isn’t cursed.

-When preparing for a test, he’ll write mock up tests and grade them himself and go over it with you. Your future is very important to him, he wants you to have a successful life. He wants you to be happy and not have to worry about the struggles of living in the future.

-“Mc, I know this is difficult for you, but you can do it. If you get a good grade on the next exam, I’ll treat you to anything you want, but for now it’s important to focus and understand in order to get that luxury. Here, I’ll make you something energizing.”

🖋️ Mammon:

-He does not get why you want to study, he finds it boring and difficult to understand the material himself.

-He comes to you and offers to get you away from your work for a bit to come shopping with him. If he can’t help you understand your work, he can help you decompress, and get you in the space to feel like you want to work. He’ll take you out for food, clothes shopping, anywhere you want as long as it’ll help you feel better. His credit card will (probably) survive, but all he wants is to see a smile on your face.

-He read somewhere that going and listening to intellectual spaces helps to motivate some people. After hearing that, he suggests going to a museum or listening to a lecture from someone. He won’t pay attention, but even so, he’ll stay with you and endure sitting there for your benefit.

-“Y’know, I have my own difficulties with studying. It’s difficult to sit there for so long and focus, so it’s nice to just get up and walk, even if it’s just to clear your head. You have potential, so use it.”

-He doesn’t care about what grade you get, he just doesn’t want to see you sad if you don’t get the grade you want, so he tries to prevent it. He’ll be your number 1 fan no matter what happens.

🖋️ Satan:

-Satan takes a lot of time out of his own day to sit down with you, even when he’s not sitting down with you, he reads through your textbooks and makes note of things you need to remember. Sometimes you even find encouraging little notes stuck in some of the pages, reminding you to take breaks and how to break down big blocks of text. Other times, you find doodles of cats that he drew on a sticky note, it’s his little version of a reward.

-When you take breaks, he’ll set a time limit in order to keep you from procrastinating. He understands that you want time to yourself, but regardless of the work, he’ll be adamant on being on top of it. If you seem really out of it, maybe he can let your break go on a little while, since you seem like you need a nap.

-When preparing for a test, he does not go lightly on you, since he wants to see you achieve greatness. He’ll make his own lectures in order to go over the material, quiz you on content randomly throughout the day, and goes through your own notes to get it into your head.

-“Don’t worry about failing your test while I’m with you, I’ll make sure you understand it so much that you’ll dream about it. It’ll be hard work, but afterwards me and you can go relax in a cafe of your choice, it’s on me since you’ve worked diligently so far. Keep up the good work and I know you’ll do great.”

#obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me asmodeus #obey me mammon #obey me x mc #obey me x you #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon x you #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me comfort

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sakura-chan-25 · 5 months

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Dizzy Day (Rewrite)

Pairing: Lucifer x MC

Summary: MC feels dizzy, hates that feeling, so Lucifer stays with them until they're better.

Word Count: 620

Warning(s): dizziness, a small bit of swearing (literally ’fuck’ just once), pet names (honey), a lot of groaning in annoyance

"I'm dizzy", MC mumbled tiredly as they let their head drop onto the table with a quiet 'thud'. Lucifer looked up from his paper work, worry in his eyes. The human was in his office right now, sitting opposite him and doing some homework. They still hadn't moved their head and Lucifer was starting to think that they may have passed out, so just in case he called out their name.

"Mhm?", they responded with the same tiredness lacing their voice from before.

"Explain to me.", he said and MC groaned in annoyance, lifting their head again. MC just told him they were feeling dizzy! What is there to explain?!

They groaned again and almost yelled: "It's just so annoying! I don't pass out! I have to feel every single thing! I have to feel my heart pounding in my rib cage, I have to feel how air is so fucking hard to get into my lungs, I have to feel my hands shaking, I have to see the room spinning around, I have to feel the weakness of not being able to hold up my body! But does anyone listen? OF COURSE NOT!", the human smacked their head onto the table with a very loud 'thud' and a silent 'ow' leaving their lips. Lucifer was quiet the whole time and listened. He waited a moment before talking, waiting for them to say anything else, but he didn’t expect hearing the softest "sorry" he's ever heard leaving their mouth and his eyes widened. He whispered a little "okay" before standing up and walking to where MC sat.

"Why are you apologizing?", he asked softly as he sat down on the table and cradled their head in his lap. The human didn't answer and buried their head deeper into his lap, appreciating his hand playing with their hair. "There is no need for you to do so. I'd rather hear you yell than seeing you bottle up your emotions."

"Lucifer, honey. That's exactly what you're doing, too. Bottling up emotions, I mean. I don't want to hear you yell though!", they said, quickly snapping their head up and just as quickly lowering it again and closing their eyes while grabbing Lucifer's arm for stability.

"Are you alright?!", Lucifer asked uncharacteristically panicked, MC’s comment completely forgotten as if they never mentioned it to begin with. The human nodded and put their head into his lap again.

They didn't hear Lucifer's question the first time, so he had to ask them a second time. Only to realize that they couldn't really make out the words right now.

They were awfully pale and their eyes unfocused. Lucifer sighed, thinking about another way to ask them.

He poked at their shoulder until the human slightly moved their head and pointed at the couch. MC squinted their eyes, trying to figure out what that spot of blacks and reds (was there something bright/yellow-ish, too?) could be. It took them some time but they guessed that it had to be the couch with the window behind. (The colours wouldn't fit anywhere else in this room)

The demon still pointed and patiently waited for their answer. MC hummed in confirmation after a while, so Lucifer slowly picked them up and carried them over to the couch.

Once they laid there comfortably, he began to play with their hair again, making them feel even more drowsy than before. This time however it was because of sleepiness. Lucifer slowly put the spare blanket over their body as MC quietly whispered in slight confusion: "But... work?"

The only response the human got from him was a gentle kiss on the forehead, soothing them a bit until sleep finally took over them.

A/n: It's so funny to see how my symptoms developed with just reading my fics! When I wrote this the first time (I think pretty much a year ago) that was a pretty bad day, but nowadays I would consider that an okay day (not great, but also not bad). Anyways I hope you enjoyed and have a good day/night! :D

#obey me #obey me fanfiction #obey me fanfic #obey me comfort #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mc #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me lucifer x reader

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28lemonsandlimesintheeyes · 11 months

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big bro mams being a big brother <3

Please do not repost without asking!

#fanart #art blog #obey me fanart #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me shall we date #obey me luke #obey me fluff #obey me art #obey me comic #obey me comfort #obey me platonic #comic art #art #omswd #doodle #obey me doodle

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leviathans-watching · 1 year

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could u pls write the brothers x a reader who dropped out of school/college? having a rly hard time rn and i could use the comfort, tysm <3

having a hard time in the human realm

includes: brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .7k | rated t | m.list

warnings: crying, breakdowns, implied depression

a/n: i'm sorry you're having a hard time :(( i wish you all the best and lots of love and comfort. hope this helps! my inbox is open to chat, request, or leave feedback!

mammon exchanges worried looks with asmo when there’s no response when he knocks on the door to your apartment. it had been nearly three months since you’d returned to the human realm and since you’d first separated, you hadn’t missed a single weekly call. until tonight, that is.

and combine that with the fact that you weren’t responding to anyone, weren’t active on any social media, and now weren’t answering your door… mammon’s getting seriously concerned.

“let’s break in,” belphie says, and it’s a testament to how worried lucifer is that he agrees.

“i can pick locks, hold on,” asmo says, dropping to his knees and pulling a bobby pin out of his pocket. man, lucifer must be really worried if he’s not even remarking on this!

a moment passes, and then asmo pushes the door open, rising back to his feet. he leads the way into your apartment, and mammon takes in the dark interior. it’s messy and cluttered, a far cry from the neat and tidy room you’d kept at the house of lamentation, and it’s also silent.

lucifer takes the helm then, moving through your living room. mammon can see a dim kitchen with piled-up dishes, and then gets distracted by another door. presumably the door to your room.

mammon knocks on that one, then opens it. like the rest of the apartment, the room is dark, with thick curtains pulled over the window. mammon steps over the clothes all over the floor, towards your bed, which is messy with sheets and blankets piled up.

but thankfully, there’s a person there too. mammon puts a hand on your shoulder, grateful he can see the rise and fall of your chest. so, at least you’re still alive?

shaking you gently, mammon waits for you to wake. his brothers crowd the bed around him, but stay quiet.

with a gasp, you sit up, looking around wildly. “w-what?”

“it’s just us, mc,” beel says soothingly, and you calm slightly, then squint, confused.

“what are you doing here?”

“we were worried,” levi volunteers. “you weren’t answering your ddd and missed dour call.”

“oh,” you say slowly, probably still waking up. “that was today? i’m sorry, i’ve just been really…busy. and wait, you guys decided to break into my apartment?”

“busy?” says lucifer, dodging the accusation question. “with school?”

you look to the side shiftily, and mammon’s glad his eyes can see well enough in the dark where a human would struggle. “something like that.”

“cut the crap,” asmo says suddenly. “what’s going on, mc?”

without warning, tears well up in your eyes. “i’m sorry,” you say miserably, scrubbing at your eyes with your sleeve. “i’m sorry. i’m just so tired.”

mammon wraps an arm around your shoulders (were they always this fragile feeling?), and pulls you to his chest. “what’s wrong?”

“it’s just so hard!” you say after a breath. “i miss you guys so much. every day. it feels like a piece of me is missing. and as hard as it was to adjust to the devildom it’s even harder re-adjusting now. i miss the house of lamentation and being at rad and all of you. i can’t do this.”

“i had no idea you were feeling this way,” lucifer says quietly, guiltily. mammon feels the same way. how had he not noticed you were hurting?

“i stopped going to my classes,” you continue, a sob ripping free. “there’s no way i can get any credits for this semester. i want to go home.”

mammon locks eyes with his brothers. there’s no way they’re leaving you here tonight.

“let’s take you home, then,” he says, and you blink up at him.

“wait, really?”

“there’s no rule saying you can’t come back,” lucifer says. “i thought that’s what you wanted. after all, you were only supposed to be an exchange student after all. but if we had had any idea of how much this would have hurt you, diavolo and i would have never let you leave. so yes, let’s go home.”

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thefandomthings · 1 month

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Hadie !! GURL CONGRATS ON THE FOLLOWERS MILESTONE ^@%@&$!

I would like to put in a request for the event pls ! I'd literally propose to u if you would write something for Lucifer from Obey Me! with the hurt prompts:

29. "Sorry doesn't fix everything."

31. "You're not a bad guy."

𝕊❁𝕣𝕣𝕪

Hurt Prompts: "Sorry doesn't fix everything."/ "You're not a bad guy."

Pairing: Lucifer x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/little comfort, sad Luci, a bit dramatic

Notes: Thanks for the request bestie/@hopeluna! Lucifer is the loml ngl

Prompt event

The office was dim, the candles Lucifer lit casting a subtle glow on his face. His hair was a mess, leaning back in his chair he swirls the glass of demonus and takes a sip. He's drank half the bottle already, but nothing is touching the pain deep in his chest.

He finds himself staring at the flickering candle light, his red eyes dull and lifeless. The avatar of pride does not feel like this, he isn't supposed to; at least that's what he tells himself while he feels the tears roll down his face silently.

Lucifer hadn't noticed you yet, till your hands rest on his tense shoulders. He doesn't bother looking at you, or covering up that he is crying. You're the only one he lets see him like this, the only one that ever will.

He drowns the rest of his glass and sets it on his desk, he's tempted to pour another but he decides against it. Telling himself he needs to pull his shit together, that Satan will get over his hatred for him....Won't he?

"Lucifer...." Your voice is like honey to his ears, his favorite cursed record, his favorite everything. Speaking of music, he notices you put on his favorite, such a sweet human you are. The melody plays softly in the background, your lips lightly pressing puny kisses to his face.

He lets out a deep breath through his nose, his eyes closing. The tears continue to fall, but you don't mind, kissing them away like rain falling off a flower petal. He lets you, of course. You are his wife, his rock, his light in his darkness.

"You're not a bad guy, Lucifer." You spoke once again, hands cupping his pale face. His eyes open softly, looking up at you with a sad smile. He leans his face into your hands, his fingers wrapping around your wrists. He presses his own lips delicately to the insides of your palms, letting his lips linger with each kiss.

"Sorry doesn't fix everything, My love." He stated.

It is true, sorry is like fixing a glass cup with band-aids. It may cover the wound, but it does not fix it. Eventually the glass fills again, the band-aids hold for a short amount of time then they weaken. The glass breaks and you are back to square one. The wounds are deeper and worse then the first time, soon all you'll have left is specs of sand and a memory of something that was once glass.

"I know, he'll eventually come to terms with it. Though it might not seem like it right now, he will." You reassured him softly, your hands moving to pull his head closer, you leave a lingering kiss on his forehead.

Lucifer closes his tired eyes once more, bathing in your affection. He pulls you between his legs, resting his forehead against your stomach, arms grasping your hips tightly.

He lets himself go in your embrace, in your comfort. The small tears are now sobs, shaking his shoulders softly. His tears are a mere reflection of his pain and silent grief, his younger brother hating him hurts him more deeply than anyone understands.

You hold him, the record is drowned out by his sobs and the rain as it pelts the glass harshly. Lighting cracks in the sky and the thunder shakes the house. The Devildom is grieving with him.

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devildomresidentt · 2 months

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Asmodeus Headcanons

(He’s just like me frl)

Has the ability to Shapeshift/change his appearance, although it’s limited.

Frequently uses his shapeshifting ability so he has some stretchmarks on his legs, torso, and arms.

Loves doing drag and attending/preforming at drag shows every once in a while.

Plans weekly sleepovers for MC and his brothers, they all meet up in Lucifer’s room and crowd up all together in his bed.

Surprisingly skilled when it comes to wrestling and will not hesitate to put one of his brothers in a headlock over the slightest inconvenience.

Makes the most vile, indescribable, FOUL sex jokes known to man and says them with a straight face

Refuses to drink tap water, claims there’s “too many filthy germs contaminating it”

Always wakes up with terrible bed-head, it’s always hilarious to wake up next to him and see the absolute mess on top of his head.

If he’s not spending weeks on end in his room binging whatever reality tv show that caught his eye at the moment, he’s most likely balling his eyes out to a 12 episode-one season romance anime Levi recommended to him.

Has glorified group orgies every once in a while (his little “Asmo-Nights”)

Has, will, and will continue to moan his own name during the hoinky boinky (Me too Asmo, Me too..)

!Other headcanons under the cut!

Lucifer’s Ver

Mammon’s Ver

Leviathan’s Ver

Satan’s Ver

Asmodeus’ Ver ~ You are here

Beelzebub’s Ver

Belphegor’s Ver

#we would cause so much stress to Lucifer 😭😭#he’s witterwy me for weal #obey me #obey me swd #obey me!#obey me nightbringer #obeyme!#obey me hcs #obey me drabble #obey me asmodeus #obey me Asmo #obey me crack #obey me comfort #slight nsft on a few

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hopeluna-archived · 2 years

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Hugs are a medically proven medicine!

♡ Asking the Obey Me! characters for a hug

♡ Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Beelzebub x gn!reader

♡ Genre: fluff

♡ A/N: this is kinda short but I just need a hug right now :') so here you go

M.list

Lucifer

When you come to his office looking down and asking for a hug, Lucifer will promptly put his work aside and pull you in for a warm embrace.

He'll ask if you want to talk about whatever is bothering you while making you a cup of tea. If you don't wanna talk, he won't persist and instead hold you till you feel all better.

And if you do want to talk about it, he'll intently listen to every word you say and help you get it off your chest.

Mammon

Ah this tsundere idiot. When you ask him for a hug, Mammon will loudly exclaim that he is not gonna hug you all while trying (and failing) to hide the flush on his face.

But when he sees your eyes drop to the ground and mumble a small "okay", he feels the guilt pierce his heart.

And before you can walk away, he's dashing towards you and pulling you in a hug. He'll bury his face in your neck with a muffled mumble of "you can hug The Great Mammon for as long as you want." Now congratulations, he's not gonna let go, ever.

Leviathan

Levi's mind is running a marathon when you come into his room and ask for a hug. He isn't gonna say no to a hug from you but his poor brain just can't process this.

You, a etheral being that he worships wants to hug him?? Why? Are you out of your mind?! Though with the list of questions in his head and a blush on his face he'll let you hug him for as long as you want.

But please do not do it to him in public, he will literally screech and hide in his room for the next 500 years.

Beelzebub

Yes! Of course he'll hug you MC. Beel will hug you for as long and as much as you want. Oh you want a hug when he has heaps of food in his arms? Don't worry he'll set them aside for you.

And Beel gives the absolute best hugs. He's so warm and gentle with you as he embraces you with that sickenenly sweet smile of his. And he's very happy to be your personal teddy bear<3

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Comments and reblogs are appreciated!! Do not repost or claim as yours though, its not cool.

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softxsuki · 8 months

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FOR YOUR EVENT !!

it’s meee, your number one fan :))

congrats on hitting 1.5k! you already know what’s up ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

may i have the trope drabble one, with trope #13: “who did this to you?” and the fandom is for obey me! shall we date? with fem!reader pleaseee !!

THANK YOUUUU :D

1.5k Follower Event Trope #13 Obey Me

Trope 13: "who did this to you"

Check out my event here! Event requests are CLOSED

Pairing: Lucifer x Fem!MC

Warnings: mentions of cuts and bruises

Genre: uhhh slight fluff, and comfort???

Post-Type: Drabble

Word Count: 500

Note: I think this trope fits with a few of the obey me characters like Solomon (he's mysterious but imagine him seeing you hurt and he just snaps, his usual cool exterior crumbling away AHHHHH). But ultimately I picked Lucifer. He's probably the most protective and possessive of everyone combined so it was a no brainer to pick him. THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVIE, ILY and I hope you enjoy! <33333

“Who did this to you?” Lucifer grits, staring at the cuts that weren’t there this afternoon when he saw you off after class. He had to stay behind for an urgent student council meeting, leaving you to walk back to the House of Lamentation alone, much to his hesitance.

“It’s just a few scrapes, there’s no reason to get so upset,” you mumble, not really wanting to think of the group of demons who decided to surround you and pick on you due to your lack of security. One of the brothers usually walked home with you, knowing how some of the residents of the Devildom felt about you, a human, living in their world, attending their school, but they happened to all be busy today.

It was already late as Lucifer stood in your room, his brows furrowed and a scowl on his face at your not-so-pleasant appearance. He knew he should have just walked you home and then returned for this meeting after.

“Which lowly scum decided it was okay to place their filthy hands on you while I wasn’t around?” He seethes, “Even if you don’t tell me, I’ll find out. And once I do, just know that they’ll pay.”

He was beyond furious. As your lover, he felt responsible for you, especially in a world like the Devildom that was dangerous for a human like you, yet he was too selfish to send you back to the human world. He loved you and needed you beside him.

“Luc, it’s really not a big de-”

“Enough! Come with me,” he shouts, grabbing your wrist, surprisingly gently despite his clear anger at whoever harmed you. Though he was powerful and easy to anger, Lucifer would never harm you.

The halls were empty and dimly lit, the other brothers already tucked away in their own rooms for the night, aside from Beelzebub who was likely scouring the kitchen for more food; Lucifer led you through the halls all the way to his room.Closing the door behind him, he placed you on his bed before leaving for a first aid kit, something he kept around, specifically for your sake since he and his brothers never got hurt.

“Let me see,” he says softly, now a little calmer since he knew you were safe and with him. You raise your face to him, and once again a small frown appears across his lips, unsatisfied with what had happened.

His long fingers trace over the small cuts and bruises on your face, mostly upset at himself for letting you walk home alone–he should have known better.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs, gently cleaning up your injuries with the utmost love and care, wishing he could magically heal you in moments like these. “They’ll pay, I swear they’ll pay.”

There was nothing you could say or do to convince him otherwise. Those lowly demons had chosen to place their hands on you, his woman, so they were bound to face the wrath of your man.

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Posted: 9/11/2023

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Characters: Lord Diavolo x GN! Reader Rating: Teen Tags: comfort, fluff, gn reader, MC uses magic, kissing Word Count: 4.3k+ A/N: Happy (Belated) Birthday to My Sweet Prince, Lord Diavolo ♡ I'd give him all three realms if I could, but for now, I'll settle for sharing this silly little fluff fic. This may be my favorite thing I've written so far, so I hope you all enjoy it as well!

Late was the hour at the House of Lamentation, when you find yourself tossing and turning in your slumber, your mind currently pulled into the depths of a rather vivid nightmare. It was one of those nightmares that just feels so real, filling your senses and sending you running from the unknown terror, your heart pounding as you run deeper into what looks like the House but feels like a maze. Surely there aren't this many hallways when you're awake?! And so many doors! You run to the end of the hall, ripping open the large double doors and running into the next...which seems eerily identical to the last. Except when you get to the end of the hall this time, you run into a dead end. Panic now striking your heart you turn to the window, only for it to vanish as you touch it. A crimson ooze begins to drip down the walls, and you can feel the shadow entity getting closer, your breathing becoming more erratic as your back presses into the corner. You're trapped. Something reaches out towards you from the abyss, it's sharp claws coming into view the closer it gets.

Just before it can grab you by the neck, you fully awaken from your night terror, pushing yourself to sit up in bed so that you may try to catch your breath. You hyperventilate for a moment, grabbing your chest with one hand as the other maintains a tight grip on the bed sheets as your eyes quickly dart around the room. You're awake, and you're okay. You snap your fingers to magically turn the lights up, so that you may inspect the room closer. Nothing on the walls - and you let out a relieved sigh. You sit with yourself for a moment, in an effort to allow your breathing to return to normal, before flinging your legs over the side of the bed and standing up. You cross the room and make your way over to the window near your desk. Reaching out to touch the window, a slight hesitation makes your hand tremble. As your fingertips touch the cool pane of the glass, you breathe out an even bigger sigh of relief. The window didn't disappear this time - you are definitely safe and back in your own reality.

So, why can't you shake this eerie feeling? That same looming anxiety that filled your mind as you were being chased by the shadow creature. You shake your head, trying to just will it away, as you pick up your jacket from the back of a chair and pull it on. You cross your arms to hug yourself as you walk back over to your bedside table. Eyeing your DDD on the charger, you reach down to pick it up, unlocking it and opening the contacts in one fluid motion. Before you can even process what you are doing, you are already dialing a number, the phone pressed to your ear as you sit down at the edge of the bed. It's not until you hear his voice at the other end of the line do you really register just what you're doing. The Future King of the Devildom murmurs your name, a slight hint of concern lacing his voice - he's surprised to hear from you at this time of night.

"Is something wrong? Are you alright," he asks you. He has no idea that the sound of his voice alone is so soothing to you. You let out a shaky breath that you had no idea you were holding, scooting back on the bed so that you can lean against the wall.

"Y-yeah...I'm okay...I-" you cut yourself off, your eyes briefly widening. Are you really bothering Lord Diavolo with your foolish little problems? It was just a nightmare, and you're awake now. You're sure the Prince has way more important things to worry about than the silly night terrors of a human. "I'm so sorry for bothering you, I know you must be busy wi-" he cuts you off by saying your name once again, this time with a slightly firmer tone.

"I've told you time and time again that you may come to me for anything, at any time," he reminds you. Softening his tone, he exhales before continuing, "Please. Tell me, what's wrong?" He truly meant it when he said you can come to him for anything. It warms his heart to think about you coming to him for help, especially when you have so many demons around you that are also willing to give you the world.

"It's...I just...it's gonna sound really stupid..." you trail off, as you fidget with the hem of one of your blankets.

"I assure you, nothing you could possibly say to me is ever going to be 'stupid.'" As you let out another exhausted sigh, you can hear the squeaking of his desk chair as he leans back against it. Lord Diavolo has always been very sweet to you, doing his best to accommodate all of your needs since you've dropped down into his realm. He always seems to have the answer to your problems, especially the more massive ones - what will it hurt to vent to him now?

"I...had a rather vivid nightmare. It felt so real to me..." You begin to describe your nightmare in great detail, not holding back any of the emotions that came along with it. Retelling this graphic tale almost makes you feel as though you are reliving it, and the crack in your voice pierces Diavolo's heart as you try to hold back tears while you finish your story. "And then I woke up," you say with a sniffle, "I guess I was quite shaken by it all, and I called you because...well, it was kind of an impulse to be honest, but I think I just really wanted to hear your voice," you admit, a rosy blush painting your cheeks. You were a bit glad Lord Diavolo couldn't see you right now - you aren't sure, but you probably look like a bit of a mess. Something else you are unaware of, is exactly how much your admission has effected the Young Prince. The idea that you instinctively sought him out for comfort is enough to get his heart racing, and now it is time for him to act on impulse - which is something he is rather good at.

"I'll be by the House of Lamentation to pick you up soon," he declares, the sound of his chair scuffing the floor ringing out across the phone line. Your eyes widen, and you jump up to stand on your bed in surprise.

"Uhhh...excuse me, WHAT?!?" There's no way he's serious. You hear his signature laugh, and now you know he's not joking.

"I'm coming to pick you up! A change of scenery is always a good idea after a nightmare - especially when the nightmare occurs where you're trying to sleep. I'll just leave a note for Lucifer, and bring you back to the Castle. This is going to be so much fun," he says excitedly. An impromptu sleepover with the Future King of the Devildom does sound like a fun idea - but doesn't he have more important things to do than to entertain you?

"Lord Dia-"

"AH! What did I say about using my titles when it's just us?" You can't help but to let out a tiny giggle, and it sends his heart over the Devildom moon.

"Okay, you're right. I'm sorry. I just don't want to be a burden on you. It's late, and I'm sure you have more important things to-"

"Nonsense," he cuts you off again. How can you possibly think you could ever be a burden to him? "I had just finished my work for the night when you called, and Barbatos hasn't even started the tea yet. We are just going to quickly portal over to you, and bring you back. It will be no trouble for us at all. Please, let me help you." Please, just let him take care of you. If you could see the look in his eyes right now, you'd see how much he yearns to pamper you with all of his affections. You spend so much time time and energy taking care of all of your demons, he wants so badly to be the one doing the same for you. Let him show you that he can be there for you, that he is capable of being your protector - even if it's from terrors created by your own mind.

"Okay...if you're really sure, then I'm game. Can you just give me like...five minutes?" He honestly doesn't have to ask you twice to hang out, you'll take any excuse to see Diavolo. You don't want to inconvenience him, but he's insisting, so why not take the gorgeous golden-eyed demon up on his offer? And even if you won't be able to fall back asleep, at least you'll have his company; his perfect smile, his soothing voice, the warm embrace of his hugs...

Before the Prince can even answer, he hears the sound of you jumping off of your bed and running around in your room. He can't help but to let out a small chuckle at how cute he thinks you are. He would tell you that there's no need to bother yourself, that you may come as you are - but as he finds himself in front of his own mirror, straightening his tie and hand-combing his hair, he relates to wanting to look impressionable for the person you're so deeply in love with. He's unsure if you return his feelings, but the idea of you scrambling around your room just to look cute for him for a surprise date has heat rising to his cheeks - which is ironic, seeing as you're doing exactly that.

"Of course! I'll send you a text just before we head over," he replies. Just after saying your goodbyes and hanging up, you race to your bathroom to freshen up your face. You had already tore off your jacket and discarded half of whatever other comfortable clothes you had worn to bed that night. Is this really about to happen?! Talk about a plot twist! One moment you're thrashing around in bed consumed with your nightmares, and the next your about to be picked up by the Future King to go hang out with him at the Demon Lord's Castle - your life can be such a rollercoaster at times.

You quickly wash your face at the sink, splashing the water in your face once more and staring into your owns eyes in the mirror, making sure this isn't also a dream. You've experienced nested dreaming a few times in your life, and it would sure as hell be disappointing if you weren't really about to see Diavolo. You shake your head, brushing off the thought, before turning off the water and exiting the bathroom.

You walk back across your room, and freeze in the doorway of your closet. The back of your closet is so dark - no matter how long you let your eyes adjust, the shadows casted in the back corners of the room still have this eerily ominous feeling. Your hand shakily reaches out towards the light switch, the hair on your arm standing up as anxiety courses through your veins. Just as you're about to flip the light switch on, a loud ding comes from your DDD, and you can't help but to jump. Your heart pounds in your chest for a few seconds before you remember why your phone had dinged - they must be on their way. Damn it! You're nowhere near ready! You flip the light on and start scrambling through your clothes, pulling out a pair of cute pajamas and putting them on.

Just as you are pulling the bottoms up to your hips, you hear a slight cracking sound coming from the hallway, followed by a low humming noise. Barbatos' portal - they must be standing outside. Just as you arrive at the door, you hear a light knock, and you open it to find the Prince standing there in his RAD uniform, fist still raised to knock a second time. Behind him you can see Barbatos still in Diavolo's room, on the other side of the portal, his back turned to you as he sets a tray of sweets down on the glass coffee table by the bed. You look up at the gorgeous demon in front of you, and you can't help but to smile as your eyes connect with his. And the way he smiles back down at you, with a radiance brighter than any Celestial sun, is enough to make a small flurry of butterflies dance around in your stomach.

"Hey there! Ready to go?"

"Yeah, one second. Just need to grab my jacket real quick-" you go to turn around and pick up your jacket that you had previously thrown onto the floor, but Diavolo's voice interrupts you once again.

"There's no need," he says in his usually jovial tone, "I can have Barbatos light the fireplace if you'd like." Just then, you see the Butler turn around and nod at you, before speaking to you through the portal.

"Yes, and I have just started steeping a fresh pot of Hellfire Rose Tea. We have plenty of warm blankets, fresh from the dryer. You will not go cold in our care," says Barbatos, his lips curving upward in a knowing smile. For half a moment you wonder to yourself if he already knows what the course of tonight's events will be, but you don't really have too much time to wonder about that right now.

"And of course, if all else fails, there is this." Looking down at his own chest, he starts unbuttoning his red RAD jacket. A blush creeps across your face as he unbuckles the golden belt and pulls the coat off of his large frame, holding it out for you to slide into. Your heart feels as though it is going to jump into your throat as you slide in your arms, the scent of Diavolo's cologne filling your senses as you pull the jacket tighter to your chest. The coat is rather baggy and long on you, but you feel so cozy that you don't even care.

"Thank you so much for all of this, Dia," you say with a light blush still on your cheeks as you look up at him bashfully. Hearing the little nickname you've given him, the Young Prince can't help but to blush as well. No one has ever been so informal with him; he hopes you'll use it more, the sound of it coming from your lips like music to his ears. You move to try to take a step forward, but your feet accidentally step on the bottom of the coat, causing you to stumble forward a little.

"Oops, I suppose I didn't take that into account. Here, let me help you with that." And before you can even ask, Diavolo bends down and scoops you up in his arms. You let out a small yip as you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, your little human hands struggling to grip him through the oversized coat sleeves as he adjusts you in his hold. He turns around with you to walk back towards the portal, and you tap his shoulder to stop him for a moment.

"Wait! One sec..." With your right arm hooked around him, you raise your left, shaking it a bit so the sleeve falls down your arm. Your reach your hand out behind him, focusing all of your energy towards the DDD that you dropped on your bed earlier. You close your eyes, visualizing in your mind the phone rising up off the bed and floating into your hand. The more you focus on it, the stronger your intent becomes, and a surge of magical energy within you causes you to open your eyes back up just as the phone glides itself across the room and into your grasp. At the feeling of the phone's plastic case hitting your hand, your eyes widen in surprise as you let out a joyful laugh. "I can't believe it finally worked..." You show Diavolo the phone you just grabbed telekinetically, pride filling your chest and spreading to the smirk on your face.

"Nicely done! Seems as though your sorcery lessons are paying off." That same pride fills the Prince's chest, for you find new ways to surprise and impress him every day.

"Thanks, I've been working quite hard on that particular skill." You slide the phone into one of the coat's pockets before wrapping your arm back around him. He walks the two of you through the portal, and over towards the grey-striped couch next to his bed. The cracking noise of the portal closing rings out once again, the subsequent hum it produced now falling silent. The only sound currently filling the room is that of Barbatos arranging a tea set on the glass top of the coffee table, along with the slight squeak of the couch cushions as Diavolo sits down with you, setting you in his lap as he leans back into the corner of the couch. You unwrap your arms from around his neck, making yourself comfortable and leaning back against him, your cheek resting against his collar bone as you drape an arm across his torso. Diavolo wraps his arms around you, pulling you just a little bit closer, and your eyes flutter closed at the warm embrace. That is, until, you remember...

"Oh, fuck," you exclaim, your eyes snapping back open, "did we ever leave a note for Lucifer?" Sure, the Young Prince is best friends with the Avatar of Pride, but it's still usually better for you to ask for permission from Lucifer rather than forgiveness. The Morningstar is no stranger to handing down punishments - even to his favorite human. Diavolo looks down at you, and the look on your face must have been priceless, for you can feel the laughter building up and shaking his chest before ringing out into the open air.

"Yes, in fact, I sent him a text message before making my way over to you. The last thing we want is a concerned Lucifer tearing apart the realm looking for you." And the last thing Diavolo wants is an intrusion by the Eldest Demon Brother. Lucifer always prides himself on how well he looks after you, always stepping up to the plate when he is needed the most. And while he admires all of the traits that afford Lucifer's status as the Avatar of Pride and Right Hand of the Future King, Diavolo sometimes feels as though it hinders his ability to get closer to you. He does his best to mask his jealousy, but you don't miss the way he pulls you just a little bit tighter to his chest. You can feel a faint tingle coming from the location of Leviathan's pact mark, causing your eyebrows to slightly furrow. Was Lord Diavolo really feeling envious towards Lucifer? Over you? Your eyes quickly dart over to Barbatos, who is currently walking out of the bedroom door, most likely to fetch the pot of tea. As the sin continues to stimulate the sigil on your skin, you can only deduce that it must be Diavolo.

"Indeed, the last thing we want is for our time together to be cut short," you say, looking up into those gorgeous honey eyes of his, "At this point, I'm kinda glad I had that stupid nightmare..." The way he gazes down at you, so loving and full of affection, causes your heart to start beating at a rapid pace. You aren't sure if you're reading the situation correctly, but the moment just feels so...right. Impulse has led you both to this exact moment, and into the arms of the demon you've been pining over for so long. Perhaps your instincts will be right again this time.

Your hand floats up to cup his cheek, and immediately you can feel him lean into your touch. You hear him murmur your name, spoken in a tone laced with a longing you hadn't heard from him before. You both lean into each other, your lips meeting in a kiss that you both felt like you had waited an eternity for - like you both had been trekking across a barren desert, and you finally found an oasis in each other. Your hands glide up so they lace through his hair, as he pulls you so you're facing him, his hands resting on your hips. You lightly nibble his bottom lip, at which you can feel his large hands give your hips a little squeeze, and he obliges you by deepening the kiss that you're both so entranced by.

You're both so lost each in other's tender embrace, wanting so badly for the moment to continue on endlessly, that you don't even hear Barbatos re-enter the room. The Butler was really doing his best not to interrupt the two of you - he was happy to finally see the Young Master making progress with you, in regards to his admiration. Neither of you had heard the sounds of the door opening and closing shut, so he was a little surprised that the sound of the teaspoon clinking on the glass tabletop is what grabbed your attention. You jump a little bit, your nose bumping into his slightly, before looking over your shoulder to see Barbatos with an amused look on his face - you erupt into laughter, with the other two following soon after.

"My apologies, I did not mean to interrupt the two of you. However, the tea is ready, along with a few snacks that I have prepared that I know you are both fond of." You give Diavolo a little peck on the cheek, causing him to have the goofiest grin in all three realms, before sliding off of his lap and sitting next to him. Your hands have a slight tremble from all of the excitement, and the last thing you want to do is spill scorching hot Hellfire Rose Tea all over Diavolo and yourself. You reach for the cup of tea Barbatos prepared for you, about to take a sip as the Butler hands a plate of sweets to the Prince.

"Would you like for me to enchant the tea? To ensure that your nightmares will cease," he asks, as he crosses the room to put some music on the record player, turning the volume down so that it may play in the background.

"No," you say with a slight blush, your eyes darting to Diavolo from behind your teacup, "I have Dia now, so I think I'm good." You smirk as you take a sip, maintaining eye contact with Diavolo as he takes a bite into his Hellfire Mushroom Rolled Cigar Cookie, the blush spreading across his tan face as your words sink in.

The two of you spend quite a bit of time together that night, just sitting in each other's arms and talking about everything and nothing. It started off just chatting in more detail about the contents of your nightmare, but quickly digressed into talking of your fears, your dreams, your ambitions, your aspirations. Diavolo has never connected with another being like this before, and he's all the more glad he gets to grow such a connection with you. And while he listens to your voice, he comes to the realization that there's no one else he'd rather bare his infernal soul to in all three realms. His visions of the future always have you in it, and he couldn't be happier to hear that you feel the same way. You both continue to exchange stories of your fondest memories, making plans to create new memories together in the future.

Just as Diavolo gets halfway though his story - one of the many tales of him causing chaos to then sneak out of the Castle - he feels the weight of your cheek fall against his shoulder. Your breathing steady and one of your hands gripping his shirt as you accidentally fall asleep in his lap. Between his soothing voice, the soft lull of the music, and feeling completely safe in his arms, you couldn't help but to drift off to dreamland. And he can't help but to just sit and watch you for a moment; you look so beautifully at peace in your slumber, he wants to etch it into his mind permanently. He eventually picks you up as gently as possible - you only stir once or twice. The first time at the motion of him picking you up; the second when he sets you down on his bed and you subconsciously miss the feeling of his warm embrace as he goes to quickly change his clothes.

He slides into bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him, your back pressing up against his chest. As your feel his warmth envelop you, you turn over to face him, one of your arms wrapping around him as well while you're only half awake. He lays on his back, pulling you on top of him, and you lightly nuzzle his chest and mumble an 'I love you' before you fall back fully asleep again. Diavolo's heart feels so full - he never knew three simple words could mean so much to him. He presses a kiss into the top of your head before laying back and shutting his eyes, happier than he's ever been in his life. And while he doesn't want you having anymore nightmares, he'd give anything to spend the rest of his nights like this with you.

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anthracite-writes · 6 months

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Heyyy :) I was just wondering on expanding a bit on the Popular MC thing 👀 I was mainly wondering how the brother would react to MC who was finally burnt out socializing with all the demons wanting their attention and the boys just find MC in their room wanting alone time with each of the brothers 🥺

Obey Me! Brothers X Popular Socially Burnt Out! GN! MC

[Separate] Demon brothers x gn! reader || SFW || TW//CW: LOTTA angst <3, self-isolation, all time low/at the point of being unable to take care of oneself, hints at eating disorders (anorexia) in Beel's part. A//N: for context - check out this imagine :) - Summary: You've already reached the bottom of your social battery from your popularity and this doesn't go unnoticed by the demon brothers. After days of shutting yourself in your room and avoiding everyone and everything, you finally go to them - seeking comfort from your burn out.

NOT PROOF READ!! APOLOGIES FOR ANY TYPOS OR SPELLING ERRORS!

Also, apologies for getting this out hella late - I haven't check out my inbox since the last request I've put up. If you did put in a request, I'm working on them - school just got me swamped out of my mind.

𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗿

Would notice immediately notice your personality and normal behaviour is off

Will notice that you're setting yourself aside from students in RAD, eating alone both at home and RAD, locking yourself in your room once you get back to HoL and staying in there for hours on end.

Would catch you when you're out late in the night when you think everyone was asleep.

Brings you meals when you don't join them for meal times in the House of Lamentation.

Doesn't question why you're acting this way. He already knows, [he's got a sixth sense when it comes to you - source? Trust me on this]

Keeps his bedroom and study doors open for you, just in case if you want to talk to him

He's not the type to force you to talk to him about you're social exhaustion, he'll wait for you to talk about it to him on your own time.

Would welcome you with open arms into his bedroom/study whenever you need someone - doesn't matter what time it is, he would keep you company.

More often than not, he would stop by your room on his rounds to make sure everyone is where they're supposed to be that they're no where else - making sure you're asleep and all and that you're not up late and whatnot.

"Oh? [Y/N]... you're still awake..." He says, noticing you're awake in your bed. Lucifer makes his way towards your bed and sit on the edge beside you. The demon pulls you into his arms, holding you close to his body, his hand on the back of your head and the other on your back. All Lucifer wants you to know is that he's here for you. "All this attention must be be tiring..." he would coos in a soft tone. "From now on... if you need someone to be with you, it should be me... only, me."

𝗠𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻

Wouldn't notice till later.

He's still a bit pouty about all the attention that you're getting that

When he notices you've become withdrawn in school, often opting to be alone - that's when he gets worried about your well being.

Sure, he's greedy for your attention but it's important to him that his human is okay.

He is your first pact, remember?

When your alone, he'd often go join you.

He doesn't care if you don't want to talk - he just want to keep you company [Though he would point out some random stuff in your surroundings to try to make you laugh.]

Probably would start getting a bit childish and pouty when he sees your not reacting to anything he's saying.

He really just want to see you smile again - that's all he wants at this point.

Would be the type to try to encourage you to talk about your feelings.

Willing to help you in anyway he can.

If you do tell him what's going on with you and the whole point of being burned out, he starts to tone down his urges to try to get you out.

Cuddle time? anytime, anywhere. Even if you don't ask for it.

Bro's slinking into your bed for cuddles.

He doesn't want you to feel alone during your down time.

Holds you close from behind, spooning you as he talks about whatever to fill the silence.

"Y/N... I know... you don't have to take in everyone's attention..." He mumbles against your head as you two lay in his bed cuddling. "Who needs randos being around you all the time, trying to impress you?" Mammon chuckles, giving you a little squeeze. He gently runs his fingers through your hair, playing with it. "I can give you all the attention you'd ever need, and I know for a fact you won't get fed up like you did with them. They drain you, I on the other hand - oh, I'll make sure you never get like this again." "Just keep you're eyes on me from now on, 'kay? And I'll give you all my attention."

𝗟𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻

Wouldn't notice at all, he's shut into his room - remember?

But when he notices you've been even more hauled up in you bedroom than him.

Starts worrying even he notices you're not even showing up to any of the classes.

You're not supposed to be the shut-in, that's his job!

You're supposed to be his Player 2 in school, his emotional support.

Starts blowing up your text messages till you respond.

When you do respond and explain to him what's been going on with you, he gets it right away.

He knows how it feels, socializing is overwhelming for him so he can't even imagine what it feels like being in the spotlight

Would set up a private chatroom for the two of you to interact one on one while you recharge your social batteries so you don't feel overwhelmed with fact to face interaction.

Would have movie nights over calls, talks to you over chats and VCs, etc etc.

Love seeing you become more lively over the chats and VCs .

Makes sure to drop off food at your room when he's out of his room - he knows what it's like to forget to eat or drink, and doesn't want your state to worsen physically with malnourishment.

Lets you vent out your frustrations and all - you've done it so much for him, it's time for him to be a good bestie.

Often would try to relate to you by bringing up his experience without trying to make it all about him.

Just tries his best to comfort you even though he's not the best [gold star for Levi for trying]

"I'm glad you told me, Y/N... I was getting a bit worried you've forgotten about me and I'm back to level zero friend-wise. That it was just Henry and I again..." The demon rambled, earning a soft laugh on your end of the voice call and Leviathan responding with his usual whines when he feels flusted. "But anyway... I'm glad we cleared up the misunderstanding between us. I'm just surprised is all, you of all people getting burnt out? I though I was the one with poor social skills and a shut in." "But seriously... I understand how you feel. And... um.. erm..." His voice trails off as he mumbles under his breath. "...and I'm happy I get to help you this time... you've done a lot and I want to do the same for you..."

𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻

He has a keen eye, he will notice in a heartbeat.

When you start excusing yourself and walking back to the HoL alone, that's when he decides to take things into his own hands.

VERY confrontational - won't hesitate to even break down your door if you decide to shut yourself in for a couple hours.

Is passively aggressively trying to get you to tell him what's the matter and why you're acting in such a way that is the polar opposite of how you act usually.

Once he figures out that you're burned out - he gets right into action trying to make you feel better.

You're the only person who he can tolerate, but he will not tolerate this burnout slump.

Is more calm in his methods of trying to help you recharge from said burnout slump.

Would often drag you out of the house to go cat watching with him, thinking it would have the same effect on you as on him when he's stressed and whatnot.

Once he connects the dots that maybe his methods aren't working seeing you aren't improving, he's trying other methods he read about.

Would bring you tea and books he thinks you'll enjoy.

Let's you snuggle up with him under the covers as he reads to you.

Stays with you when you eventually fall asleep, hugging you as he rubs your back or strokes your hair to comfort you - letting you know he's still there as your rest.

Satan looks over at you from the pages of the book he was reading too you, seeing you've fallen asleep against him. He lets out a soft sigh and puts aside the book before laying you down on the bed in a more comfortable position, laying down next to you as watching you sleep. "You must be tired, Y/N..." he muttered softly to himself, reaching out and gently stroking your hair in a caring manner. He scoots closer to you as he pulls the covers over the two of you, tucking you two in before wrapping his arms around you in your slumber - pressing you against his body to insure you feel his warmth. "Rest easy, Y/N... I'm not leaving..."

𝗔𝘀𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝘂𝘀

Notice but brushes it off at first but starts worrying when he notices you're refusing his invites out.

When you completely start acting out of it (not even wanting to go out with him and him alone), he's gonna lose it.

He does care for you, and WILL go full on panic mode.

He's checking your temperature, begging you to go see a doctor to check if it was some kind of illness.

Worse case, his mind would wander off to the thought that you're finally sick of him and being around him all the time.

Just sit him down before he starts making up fake scenarios where you ended your friendship with him and explain your social burnout

"...Ohhhhhh - then why didn't you start off with that, hon? You got me all worked up for nothing. Come, you need some R & R. Just the two of us, 'kay?"

Two of you have a complete spa and self-care day, and boy does Asmo go all out.

Face masks, skin care, long soaking in the bath with the best of the best products, doing each other's nails, online shopping sprees etc. etc.

Would give you the juiciest of drama while you are social checked out to cheer you up.

If that isn't your cup of tea, he's more than happy to listen to you with your problems.

Tell him your troubles and he'll try his best to comfort you.

Very handsy and touchy-feely when comforting you - ie. cuddles, caresses, holding your hand, etc.

"Oh, babes... you should of told me you were getting overwhelmed with all the popularity you've been getting you burned out." Asmo cooed as he places a hand on your cheek. "Gems like yourself need time away from people to let yourself shine once more to their fullest potential... Don't be so hard on yourself okay? You just need to tell me these things." "And you wanna know why?" He says with a cheeky grin, booping your nose in a playful manner, "Because you are my favourite person besides myself, and like myself - I'd drop everything to make sure my gem is okay before anything else. I'll reject clubbing invites and such, just to know you're going to be okay., Y/N"

𝗕𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘇𝗲𝗯𝘂𝗯

Notices when you started to skip meals to go be alone in your room

Starts getting worried when you either miss meals or offering your portion of your meals

Food is his way to comfort you during your burnout.

When you haul yourself up in your room, he'd often leave your comfort snacks.

If you two bump into each other in the kitchen, he's going to offer to cook for you - especially if you haven't ate anything in the hours.

Will fight tooth and nail not to eat what he's cooking up for you.

Will encourage you to eat, even if it's a couple bites.

After you eat, he'll do the dishes real quick and walk you back to your room so you can rest.

Stays by your bedside while you rest, holding your hand as if you're gonna just disappear again if you let go.

I got a feeling he's good a reading you and how you're feeling.

He already knows without you saying a word. And he'll stay by your side till you're back to your usual self.

"Y/N... I know you're not feeling like yourself and that's okay... you don't have to talk about it with me if you want but I'm here for you of course. I want you to know that" Beel says quietly as he watches you try to rest in your bed, giving your hand a slight squeeze. "Just make sure you eat. It's not good you've been forgetting to give yourself nourishments. I understand your tired and not feeling well, but do understand it's not healthy that your accedentally missing meals." He said, guiding your hand up to his cheek. "And I'll be sure of it. I'll take care of you, I promise you that Y/N"

𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿

Wouldn't notice at all. He's asleep 99.9% of the time - canon.

But once he notices you're no longer showing up to any of his napping places to take a break from people after school.

Would sleepy wander around the HoL till he found you hiding in your room as you recharge from your burnout.

Crawls into your bed and just snuggles with you.

He can feel your tired, and not the usual tired - so he's happy to make sure you get the rest you need.

Often leaves and comes back with more pillows and blankets to make sure your comfortable and all.

Not much talking would happen. He just wants you to rest and only rest.

Keeps everything the same, not wanting to change anything that may stress you even more than you are now in your burnout state.

"Y/N, just stay here with me..." Belphie spoken in his groany voice, evident he's just woken up. The young demon squeezed you slightly as he pulled you closer, putting his leg over you to keep you down on the matrass them. "It's important you rest. You need it to function." He murmurs into the crook of your neck. "Being so popular must be draining... so just rest."

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