hello hello I hope you are well and taking care of yourself. First of all, I think your writing is very pleasant to read and super admirable. I wanted to ask OneShot or Headcannons what you think is best for the situation. A situation with Asmodeus, with a Mc who thinks she does not deserve love, affection and attention in general she thinks it is not worth the effort and time, and when she receives any of these things she is shocked. Sorry if my English is bad I'm trying my best.
Thank you for the kind well wishes!! I've had a lot of stress going on recently but I am hanging in there ^^ I hope you like this quick one shot!
You sit at the table with the demon brothers for another meal. Though you're used to your time here and being around demons, you still distance yourself. Not only emotionally, but physically as well. While the brothers chat and sit together, you observe from several seats away.
These boys would all consider you their friend - some even a bit more than that. Your personality has even managed to win over Lucifer. So as he watches you from the opposite side of the dining table, Asmodeus can't help but wonder why you seem so far away... Even in the same room as you, it feels like you're intentionally keeping yourself separate from them. And Asmodeus does not like that.
After your meal that day, Asmo approaches you. He has the same flirty mannerisms and demeanor as always, and drapes his arm around your shoulder as he leans in towards you. "MC~ Did you enjoy your food? If you like that kind of thing I know a super duper lovely restaurant I could take you to some time! Just the two of us? Sound good?"
You reply with an awkward laugh and gently shake Asmo's arm away. "Thanks!" A smile in his direction. "But that's alright."
Asmo did expect that answer. You always reject his advances. But... you always reject everyone else, too. He may seem like an airhead at times but Asmo is far, far from oblivious about matters like these. Although he's been patient, waiting for you to open up, he has started to grow concerned the longer this goes on for. So, when you turn to walk away, Asmodeus grabs your arm.
"Asmo? Do you need something?" you turn and ask.
"Why do you push me away?" You can hear the hurt in Asmo's question, and feel a stab of guilt. That guilt grows even more when this man, known for being a narcissist, adds, "No... why do you push everyone away?"
You don't know how to respond. And so, you don't. You stand there, silently, as Asmodeus continues to grip your arm. The grip loosens suddenly, and just when you think you have a moment to rush off and avoid this confrontation, you gasp in surprise at Asmo clutching your hand instead. "A-Asmo..." You want to pull away, but at the same time you don't.
You want to feel this demon's comforting touch, but at the same time you don't. You want to tell him about yourself, but at the same time you don't.
When he realizes you don't intend to immediately pull away, Asmo uses this moment to entwine his fingers with yours. "You can talk to me, MC." The seriousness of his tone... the gentle touch of his skin... the soft, concerned expression on his face... the genuine care...
Tears stream out of your eyes as Asmo helplessly stares at you. He gives you time to regain your composure... then pulls you into a tight embrace. "Don't pull away," he whispers. "Talk to me."
You've cried too much already to manage an excuse. "I need to pull away..."
"Because I don't deserve this."
"Huh?..." Asmo is stunned by your reply. "What don't you deserve, exactly?"
"... Any of this." When the words begin to spill out from inside of you, Asmo clings to you even more tightly. You feel his hand stroking your hair. "I don't deserve this attention or this affection. I don't... I don't deserve... love... I don't understand why you all care for me so much. I don't deserve it!"
Asmodeus wants to reply back. He wants to tell you that you're wrong. He wants to explain all the details he and his brothers have observed in you that make you so special and wonderful. He wants to... but for time being, he can't find a way to put it into words. So instead, Asmo scoops you up into his arms. He ignores and protests and carries you to your room. He tucks you into to bed... and he kisses your forehead with a shocking chasteness. Your eyes are red from crying out all of the tears you have held back since befriending these boys.
"Rest." Asmodeus speaks softly to you as he tucks you in under your covers. "..." Words still won't come to him. Asmo is better at physical actions than words. But now isn't the time.
You close your eyes and Asmo strokes your cheek for a short while as you fall to sleep. When you are surely fast asleep, he sighs. Though you can't see it he wears an expression so filled with fondness directed at you. His final words before leaving you for the night are barely a whisper:
"You deserve the whole world, MC..."