Hi! I'm bbakpaww but i prefer you guys to call me Cipa. Just a quick note — English is not my first language. I’m originally Indonesian, so I’m not fully fluent. Please forgive me if you find weird grammar, odd phrasing, or misspelled words here and there. I promise I’m trying my best.
This blog will be filled with Obey Me! content. Short fics, long fics, headcanons, or whatever random idea attacks me at 2 AM. I’ll also be making a masterlist in the future once I have enough fics to actually fill it up!
Feel free to send in requests! I can’t promise I’ll nail every single one, but I’ll try my best (only accept SFW one). This is my first time making a blog, so please be gentle with me.
You guess you spoiled Belphie a little bit too much. Being the youngest, he had a bad habit of leaning into it, acting bratty toward his brothers and especially toward you, because he knew you’d give in. Right now, he was stretched out across your lap in the living room, arms loosely wrapped around your waist while you gently ran your fingers through his hair.
Every time you stopped, he made a quiet sound of protest and shifted closer, clearly demanding more attention without even opening his eyes. You sighed but kept going, letting him get away with it again.
“I am staying,” you replied softly, adjusting the blanket around him and letting him use your arm like a pillow. He smiled, smug even in his sleepiness, fully aware that none of his brothers would be allowed to do this.
That was when a shadow fell over you. Lucifer's gaze moved from Belphie’s satisfied expression, to your hand in his hair. “MC, you do realize you’re encouraging this behavior.”
You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but Lucifer raised a finger. “No. If you keep indulging him like this, he will only get worse.”
Belphie tightened his hold on you and muttered, “You’re just jealous.”
Lucifer’s eye twitched.
You sighed, finally lifting your hand away from Belphie’s hair. He whined immediately, clearly offended. Lucifer watched with a look of relief mixed with frustration. “Thank you,” he said. “For everyone’s sake... please remember he is still a demon.”
Belphie sulked, rolling off your lap. But the moment Lucifer turned away, he glanced back at you with a lazy grin already certain you’d spoil him again later.
You had another trip to the human world, mostly because you needed to show your face before everyone started thinking you were kidnapped again. Which was not completely wrong, but it had happened too many times, and you were tired of explaining that you were just “traveling for a long time.” (Lies)
Still, your most beloved demons didn’t trust you at all. So this time, they decided to send their familiars with you for protection, no matter how much you argued.
At first, it sounded fine. Company was nice. But then it start to irritate you because the crow kept pecking your head, Levi’s snake liked to wrap around your legs at random times and nearly gave you a heart attack, and Beel’s flies buzzed so loudly you were constantly scared you’d accidentally squash it. You were already tired, and it was only the second day.
Today, you were sitting in a café with an old friend, trying to catch up like normal people do. Except nothing about this was normal. People around you kept staring and whispering. Even your friend was sweating nervously.
“Are those… necessary?” your friend asked carefully, pointing at the peacock calmly sitting beside you.
“Yes,” you answered right away, not even hesitating. You're lucky you both can find a cafe that is pet friendly.
They shrugged slowly. Somehow, you had gotten weirder since the last time they saw you. Maybe that “long trip” really did something to you. Before they could say more, the peacock suddenly made a loud noise and started pecking your cheek and head, clearly demanding attention.
It spread its tail proudly, feathers shining beautifully, only to smack you straight in the face. Little did your friend know you practically had a whole cow living in your house, but of course you weren’t going to tell them that.
In the human world, Beel somehow joined one of those food challenges where if you finish a huge portion under thirty minutes, the food is free. The plate that came out with towering ribs, piles of fries, and sides stacked like a mountain.
Less than twenty minutes later, the plate was completely empty, and the staff were staring at the timer in shock. His name was written at the top of the record board, beating every score before him. You laughed and quietly took a picture to send to the others, only to realize people around you had already started gathering. Some clapped and others were openly recording him.
Beel only noticed the crowd when he leaned back, finally full, and heard the applause. He looked at you, confused. You just smiled and congratulated him, telling him he did great.
He didn’t really understand why humans were so excited, but he figured it must be strange for them to see someone calmly eat a whole rack of ribs in one go. Still, he felt warm inside, his stomach was full, and you were proud of him, so he was happy! That was enough for Beel.
Things got a little wild after that. The videos spread fast, and suddenly Beel’s face was everywhere on human websites. Mammon, of course, saw this as a golden chance and rushed to make a mukbang account, forcing Beel to sit in front of a camera and eat massive food portions while he handled the money side.
The channel exploded overnight, subscribers pouring in like crazy. Beel didn’t care much about fame or numbers, happily eating whatever was placed in front of him, but Mammon was already dreaming big, laughing to himself about becoming a millionaire.
Barbatos likes to bake when he finally has free time, and he likes your company just as much. The kitchen is filled with the soft smell of sugar and butter as he works on your favorite cookies, with a few small cakes lined up neatly for the others. You offer to help, but he gently stops you before you can even touch a spoon, telling you that you’ve had a long day and that he only wants you here, nothing more. So you sit by the counter, watching him carefully stir the whipped cream.
He notices your stare and turns to you with a soft, fond smile, the kind that makes your chest feel tight for a moment. Every now and then, he scoops a bit of cream or batter and holds it out for you to taste, quietly asking if it’s good enough. You nod every time, and he seems pleased, adjusting things just a little more for you.
When everything is finally done, he doesn’t bother with plates right away. Instead, he feeds you the first cookie himself, watching closely as your eyes light up after one bite. The reaction alone feels worth all the effort.
Barbatos presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, before offering you another piece with the same affection. For a while, it feels like time slows down, just the two of you in the kitchen, and he decides the others can wait a little longer.
You sometimes forget how strong demons really are. You never thought of them as your equal from the start, because you are only a human, a fragile one at that. You know you can get hurt easily, crushed by things they would barely notice, even if you try your best to protect yourself. Most of the time, they are careful, but there are moments when they forget that your body is not made to handle their strength.
One time, you were talking with Diavolo, standing close as he laughed loudly at something you said. He laughed so hard that his stomach hurt, and without thinking, he gave you a friendly pat on the back.
It sent you straight to the ground. You hit the floor before you even realized what happened. Diavolo froze, then panicked, immediately apologizing over and over, fussing over you with so much guilt that he completely forgot for a moment that his strength was never normal to begin with.
Another time, Belphie was asleep with his head on your lap. You were relaxed, gently playing with his hair, until he shifted in his sleep and his demon tail suddenly slapped your face.
Mammon, who was right beside you, immediately shouted at Belphie for hurting you. Later, when you checked, there was a bruise forming on your cheek. You didn’t even expect it to bruise.
You and Levi were late for a convention, and he grabbed your arm and started running, panic pushing him forward as he dragged you along. It was only later that you noticed the marks on your arm, dark and sore from how tightly he held you. None of them ever meant to hurt you, but moments like these reminded you again and again that you are human, and they are demons.
You ended up scolding them again and command them to not touch you for a week because there are bruises everywhere, you need to let it heal somehow or else people gonna assume the worse.
From the very first day you entered RAD, Lucifer tells you that when Mammon starts to take a liking to someone, fortune follows them around. You didn’t think much of it back then. Mostly because Mammon clearly hated you at first. He called you stupid, annoying, useless. He refused to say your name and always calling you “human”. You never once thought someone like that could ever like you.
But Lucifer ordered Mammon to stay close to you, and slowly, things changed. He started hanging around without complaining as much even to the point where he helped you with the TSL quiz willingly.
And then strange things began to appear in your room. A shirt that was definitely not yours, a D.D.D. charger you never bought, a small stack of Grimm on your desk and even a deck of cards tucked into a drawer. Sometimes he even let you keep the grimm which shocked you.
As time passed and you grew closer, a random gifts start to appear outside of your door. You thought it was a prank the first time until you opened it. Inside was a real gift. Another time, it was jewelry, and you froze because it looked far too expensive to be random. Sometimes it was just Grimm.
What you didn’t know was that Mammon watched every time. Hiding just out of sight, peeking around corners, heart racing as he waited to see your reaction. He didn’t understand why he cared so much, only that he did. He laughed quietly when you stared at the jewelry in shock. When he won tons of grimm from gambling, his first thought is about what he could bring for you on the way home.
Eventually, you figured it out. And one day, Mammon found a small gift outside his door too. He stared at it for a long time before picking it up with a warm cheeks realizing that his fortune had finally turned on him too.
The living room of the House of Lamentation had been completely taken over since the brothers are preparing for their concert. Furniture was pushed to the sides, curtains pulled back, and the floor marked with tape where everyone was supposed to stand. You stood near the wall with a clipboard in hand, officially their manager for the day.
Some of the moves were fine. Surprisingly good, even. You are so proud of then, honest! And then there were… those moments. Every time it happened, your face twitched. To stop yourself from laughing, you slapped your own cheek lightly and inhaled through your nose, eyes watering. Hang in there. Don’t laugh. You’re a professional.
Lucifer noticed, of course. He paused the music, giving you a look that clearly said I saw that. You straightened instantly, nodding like nothing was wrong. The practice continued, and you bit the inside of your cheek, nails digging into your palm whenever an awkward move appeared.
By the time rehearsal ended, your face hurt from holding it in, but you clapped loudly and praised them like a proper manager. They had no idea how close you were to losing it and you planned to keep it that way.
Simeon once almost dropped his whole computer just to shut it down.
It started very harmless. He was complaining to Levi through D.D.D. about how confusing technology was, trying to ask how to properly turn off a computer. The problem was his typing was full of mistakes.
From Levi’s side, it sounded like Simeon had dropped his computer or broken it completely. Levi immediately asked what happened. Simeon, misunderstanding even more, thought Levi was telling him that dropping the device was the correct way to shut it down. He actually lifted the computer before Solomon rushed in and stopped him just in time.
“No,” Solomon said quickly, holding the laptop. “Don’t drop it. Please don’t drop it.”
Later, Solomon told Levi what almost happened. Levi went pale. Even Lucifer, someone who openly hates modern tech, was not that bad. From that day on, Levi begged Simeon to type slowly and carefully to avoid typos. Simeon took the advice very seriously.
Which made what happened later even more ironic.
One evening, the group chat suddenly exploded. Mammon and Levi were fighting in the kitchen again while Satan was cooking nearby and trying very hard to ignore them. The demon of Wrath snapped, joined the fight, and things escalated fast.
The kitchen caught on fire.
Everyone panicked at once. Buckets were grabbed. Someone yelled that MC needed to be protected from the flames, and for some reason, the solution was throwing water. One bucket hit MC. Then another. Then a third.
Levi rushed to inform the group chat, fingers flying across his D.D.D. Luke yelled to Simeon to hurry. “Simeon, they’re in danger right now!” Luke shouted.
Simeon replied calmly, “Hold on. I need to finish this.”
20 minutes later, Simeon finally sent his message.
> "Oh no, that is bad!"
By the time Simeon arrived in person, the fire was already gone. MC was dripping wet. The whole kitchen was ruined. Simeon stood there quietly, looking around. Everyone stared at him.
You wake up because your D.D.D. keeps buzzing nonstop, the vibration so strong it rattles against your nightstand. Still half-asleep, you grab it and squint at the screen, only for all the tiredness to vanish in one second.
The group chat is exploding, messages stacking on top of each other.And then you see it. A picture of you, taken while you were asleep, mouth slightly open with a drool coming out from the corner of your mouth. The sender is Satan.
Before you can even process it, the teasing starts. Mammon says you look “kinda cute, actually.” Asmo start to coo on you saying how you look so adorable. Levi is already threatening to turn it into a sticker. Even the king himself gave a comment about it by sending a laughing sticker while Lucifer says nothing, which somehow hurts the most.
Later that day, you confront them in the common room, ready to demand the photo be deleted. That is when Asmo casually drops the worst information possible—that this is not the only picture.
Apparently, all of them have taken random photos of you over time. Not in a creepy way, they say. Satan has one of you deeply focused on a book with your brows furrowed. Levi has one where you almost trip. Mammon has several blurry ones where you are laughing. Beel has one of you eating with a happy smile. Belphie has one where you are half-asleep on his shoulder. Asmo has an entire private album and heck, even Lucifer have a few in his galery!
So you decide on getting a revenge. You start taking pictures too. But unfortunately, you didn't even got a single bad photo. Not even one. You stare at your D.D.D. in frustration, realizing the universe itself is against you.
In the end, you slump down, muttering that it is unfair how everyone here is painfully photogenic.
It was late at night. The hallway lights were dim, and everything was quiet. Belphegor was lying on the floor outside Lucifer’s room, his chin resting on his hands. Satan was standing on a chair, carefully placing a bucket filled with water on top of Lucifer’s door. He moved slowly, making sure it would fall the moment the door opened. A small camera was already set up across the hall, pointed straight at the door.
“This is perfect,” Belphie whispered. “Lucifer opens the door and the water falls.”
Satan nodded, adjusting the camera. “Simple pranks are the best. He hates them the most.” He pressed the record button and smiled. “This will be beautiful.”
They waited. They were sure Lucifer was inside, probably working late like always. There was no way he would see this coming. He probably will go outside soon to make himself a coffee to keep himself awake for a few more hours.
Then the door opened and water poured down.
Splash.
But instead of Lucifer shouting, there was only silence.
Belphie sat up while Satan’s smile disappeared. Standing there, completely soaked, was you. Water dripped from your hair, your clothes, and the ends of your sleeves. The bucket rolled across the floor with a loud noise. You blinked once, slowly, still holding the papers you had meant to put on your desk. It was an assignment you've been working on.
“…MC?” Satan said, very carefully.
Belphie stared. “…Why are you wet?”
You looked up at the door. Then at the bucket. Then at the camera. “…I was just asking Lucifer help to check on my assignment,” you said flatly. You look down and the assignment are ruined, you barely can read anything written there.
Before they could say anything else, the door opened wider. Lucifer stepped out and stopped the moment he saw you. His eyes went from your soaked state to the bucket, then to Belphie and Satan.
The eldest sighed deeply. He took off his coat and placed it over your shoulders. “Go change,” he said gently to you. Then he looked back at the two brothers. “…You will clean the hallway. And come to my room after this. Both of you are in a serious trouble.”
Earlier that day, Levi had missed a Hana Ruri limited-time event. The kind with exclusive merch, special streams, and rare items that would probably never come back. Normally, he would never miss something like that.
But this time, he did. Why? Because he had been too focused on a weird new game he had been hyping for weeks. He stayed up late playing it, talking nonstop about mechanics and hidden routes, and somehow he never checked his D.D.D. nor his calendar and now the event was over.
You gently opened the bathroom door and peeked inside, a bit suprised that it's not locked. Levi was sitting in the empty bathtub with a blanket wrapped tightly around him.
“Levi?” you said softly. You stepped inside and sat on the floor beside the tub. “I brought you water.”
Still nothing.
You tried again. “We can still go tomorrow. I can help you order the merch. Maybe we can find resellers.”
Silence.
You talked about Tales of the Seven Lords, the anime you recently watched on Anidaemon. Normally, that would get at least a small reaction. Then you tried FNAF lore, even the confusing parts.
Levi didn’t even move.
You sighed again and texted Lucifer quickly.
> I’ll be late for dinner.
Lucifer replied almost immediately.
> Understood. Do what you must.
You put your DDD away and looked at the blanket-covered demon. “If you’re going to ignore me,” you said slowly, “I’m just gonna tickle you.”
No answer.
You frowned. “…Levi.” You reached forward and yanked the blanket off him.
“Hey!” Levi yelped. Before he could react, your hands were already moving, fingers digging into his sides. Levi froze for half a second, shocked. Then he burst out laughing.
“W—wait..! MC— STO—HAHA—STOP IT!”
You knew his weak spots by now. His sides. His ribs. Just a little near his stomach. You didn’t hold back, tickling him until he squirmed and tried to curl in on himself. “O—okay—Okay! I GET IT, I GET IT!” he laughed loudly, breathless.
After a few seconds, you stopped. Levi collapsed back against the tub, panting, face turn into another shade of red and hair messy. He looked up at you and met your eyes. That sharp look on your face made him freeze.
“…Sorry,” he muttered. “I didn’t mean to ignore you.”
Your expression softened immediately. “It’s fine.”
“…You sure?”
You nodded. “Yeah.”
Levi relaxed a little, then looked guilty again. “I’m also sorry we’re late for dinner.” Before he could keep apologizing, you leaned forward and tickled him again.
“Wha— ..HEY!”
“Apology denied,” you said calmly.
That night, you brought dinner into his room even though the food was already cold. Levi apologized again. You tickled him again.
That was how it started. Whenever Levi sulked, you tickled him.
A few weeks later, it was your turn to be the one laying down unmoved like a dead fish. You were exhausted. You had been running errands nonstop, and helping everyone, and dealing with way too much in one week. When you woke up that morning, you couldn’t even pull yourself out of bed. You just stared at the ceiling. At least it was the weekend.
You texted the group chat.
> Not feeling well today. Just tired. I’ll rest.
Mammon still brought food to your room. “Can’t have my human starvin’, y’know?” You thanked him, but the plate stayed untouched.
Asmo and Satan came later. You told them you didn’t feel like talking. They understood immediately and started gossiping instead. You listened then slowly drifted off.
At lunch, Beel and Belphie came in. Beel noticed the untouched food and tried to make you eat but you refused. Belphie suggested a light snack instead. So Beel fed you some chips from his secret stash. Belphie rested his head on your stomach, talking quietly with Beel until your breathing evened out again then he make you sleep.
Before dinner, Lucifer checked your temperature. Everything was fine but he knew how you've been doing a good job keeping up with everything this week without complaining up until now so he decide not to wake you up, after all you deserve this rest. He wrote a note reminding you to eat real food, and left it on the plate.
When you woke up, it was already dark.
9 PM.
You sat up slowly, staring at the note. You still didn’t have the energy to move. Then you heard a knock. You told who ever it is to come in.
The door opened, and Levi stepped inside. His head was low. He didn’t look at you. He closed the door quietly behind him. “…MC,” he said softly.
Levi stood there for a few more seconds. His hands were clenched into small fists, and he kept shifting his weight like he was deciding whether to run away or not.
“…Lucifer told me you’ve been doing too much lately making the other worried,” he said quietly.
You let out a weak breath. “Sorry.”
Levi flinched at that word. He finally looked up at you, eyes wide. “Don’t say sorry,” he said quickly. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
The room went quiet again. You could hear the faint sounds of water pipes and distant footsteps in the hallway. Levi took a small step closer to your bed. “…You always do stuff like this for me,” he continued. “So… let me try something.”
You raised an eyebrow slightly. “Try what?"
He carefully sat on the edge of your bed. He hesitated, then slowly reached out and poked your side.
“…Huh.”
He poked again. Levi frowned. “That’s weird. You usually jump.”
Then, realization hit him. “…Oh.”
His expression softened. He moved closer, then gently placed both hands at your sides. “MC,” he said with a low voice, “I’m gonna tickle you.”
Fimgers pressed into your sides the way you always did to him. At first, it just felt weird. Then— “..h—hey!”
A small laugh slipped out of you before you could stop it. Levi froze. “…It worked.” He smiled. He kept going, watching your face carefully. When you laughed again his smile widened.
“There it is,” he murmured. “You haven’t laughed all day.”
“Levi— stop—” you tried to say, but your voice was weak, and the laughter betrayed you.
He stopped immediately. “Too much?” he asked.
You shook your head. “…No.”
So he continued, but this time he sat beside you properly, leaning closer. His tickling wasn’t frantic like yours usually was. You laughed again, this time louder. “Okay— okay— that's.. that's enough!” you said, grabbing his wrist.
Levi laughed too. He stopped and pulled back, letting you catch your breath. “…You always do that to me,” he said softly. “I figured… maybe it’d work on you too.”
You looked at him, chest rising and falling. “…It did.”
He relaxed, shoulders dropping. “Good.” There was a pause. Then Levi gently tugged the blanket up around you, tucking it in properly.
“…I can stay,” he added quickly. “I promise i won't disturb you.”
You nodded. Levi laid down beside you, careful not to crowd you. After a moment, he lightly poked your side again which earning a light slap from you that made both of you chuckle.
( Based on this notification and Leviathan dialogue on ObeyMeIDO! I remember that one audio drama too where Mammon is tickling Leviathan to gain more information about the lottery ticket we won! )
Diavolo is an incredibly busy man. His desk is always covered in tall stacks of paper. Every time he finally finishes one pile and relaxes for five seconds, Barbatos appears and places another stack right in front of him. It is the duty of the future king of Hell, and Diavolo understands that well, even if it makes him tired.
Sometimes, his work requires him to travel to other cities in the Devildom. It is important business, meetings he cannot miss. Still, it always makes his smile dim a little, knowing he will not be able to see you for two whole weeks. He hates that part the most.
That is when Diavolo comes up with what he believes is a brilliant idea. Why not bring MC along on the business trip? It sounds perfect to him. He would get his work done and still have MC by his side. Truly, a genius plan!
While Barbatos is busy packing documents into the back of the car, he dusts off his shoulder and lets out a tired sigh. When he turns around, he freezes. Diavolo is standing there, holding your hand while looking very confused.
“Can MC come?” Diavolo asks brightly.
Barbatos refuses immediately. The trip was only prepared for two people, and adding another would cause delays and trouble. Honestly, you understands his point and gently tries to pull your hand away. You do not want to be a burden after all.
Diavolo’s smile falls. He pulls you into a side hug and whispers a quiet apology. You laughs awkwardly and tells him it is fine.
On the next business trip, as Barbatos explains the schedule and what he need to do. Diavolo listens carefully then asks the same question as always.
“Can MC come, too?”
Sometimes, he does not even phrase it as a question anymore.
“I want MC to come along.”
Barbatos already knows this will not be the last time he hears it. So he can only sigh, fully knowing that he needs to say 'Yes' first for the future king to actually focus on what he's trying to say.
Some demon really thought it was a good idea to scam call Lucifer Morningstar. They truly believed they could trick the eldest brother by using his beloved human as bait.
To them, it sounded perfect. Threaten MC, demand something in return, and watch Lucifer fold. What they didn’t realize was how stupid that plan really was. Out of the seven brother they chose Lucifer.
Late at night, Lucifer’s DDD rang with a random number. He frowned slightly, confused how an unknown contact even got his number, but quickly assumed it was probably a debt collector again, most likely a witch calling about Mammon’s debt. “May I help you?”
Meanwhile, you were lying comfortably on Lucifer’s bed, scrolling through Devilgram. Nothing interesting showed up, and your eyes slowly grew heavy. Lucifer was taking far too long finishing his paperwork, so without realizing it, you dozed off right there.
A demon spoke in an overly polite tone. “Lord Lucifer. My, what a good evening it is. We’re so glad that you—”
“Speak to the point,” Lucifer cut in. “I don’t have much time.”
“R-right, of course. Apparently, the human you’re taking care of—”
“MC,” Lucifer corrected coldly.
“Yes, yes. MC is currently being held by the police right now.”
Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? Why is that?”
“They broke the worst rule in Devildom, Lord Lucifer,” the caller said with a serious tone. “A very serious case.”
Lucifer leaned back in his chair. “Go on.”
“They were caught spreading illegal magic content and disturbing public order. If you wish for MC to be released peacefully, you must cooperate.”
“And what does this ‘cooperation’ involve?” Lucifer asked.
“Well… you must transfer ten thousand grimm immediately. If not, MC will be detained overnight. Possibly longer. Currently, MC is with us right now so the sooner, the better.”
Lucifer slowly turned his head and looked at the bed behind him. You shifted in your sleep, hugging his pillow, mumbling softly before going quiet again.
There was a long silence on the call. Lucifer spoke again, “Fascinating.”
The caller panicked slightly. “S-so? Will you transfer it now, Lord Lucifer?”
Lucifer smiled. “You see, my most beloved human is currently asleep in my bed.”
“…Pardon?”
“And I am quite certain the Devildom police would not use a random number, nor ask for grimm through a private DDD call.” His voice dropped. “Now tell me. Which low-level demon thought impersonating law enforcement was a good idea?”
The line went dead immediately.
Lucifer calmly ended the call, rubbing his temple as a headache formed. He stood up, walked to the bed, and gently pulled a blanket over you.
“Honestly,” he muttered, “using you for a scam… how foolish.”
Somewhere in the Devildom, a demon suddenly felt a deep and a very strong urge to start running.
You realized Levi had incredible hygiene the very first time you met him.
He rambled nonstop about how much he hated Mammon’s messy room and almost looked like he was dying inside when he saw a limited-edition Seraphina figurine lying face-down on a floor full of tissues and trash. From that day on, you kept noticing small things about him.
His room was always spotless, not a single wrapper left behind. Every figurine was cleaned carefully, and his manga were lined up perfectly by genre, and release date. Levi also loved taking long baths while he played games in the tub.
Over time, his room became a quiet place you liked to visit. It felt calm compared to the rest of the house. One day, while Levi was gaming, you slipped into his room and leaned back against his body, carefully resting your head on his chest. He stiffened at first, fingers freezing on the controller, but he didn’t push you away. His heart was beating fast, and his body felt warm behind you.
You relaxed there for a moment, then noticed something else. He smelled really nice, like a clean soap mixed with something soft and familiar. Without thinking, you spoke softly, “You smell nice.”
Levi completely froze. His face turned bright red all the way to his ears as his brain short-circuited. “W-w-why would you say something like that so suddenly?” he squeaked, trying to hide his face with both his hands leaving you smiling at how cute his reaction was.
Mammon was still embarrassed from the last time Little D No.2 called him “Papa” in front of his brothers. He had sworn loudly that if the little guy ever did that in public, he would bury himself ten feet underground and never come back out.
So today, you and Mammon were just walking around the Devildom shopping district, minding your own business. Mammon was busy complaining about an incident from his recent modeling gigs.
You only laughed softly and looked at the bakery window. There were cute pastries. You leaned closer. Mammon leaned closer because you leaned closer.
Meanwhile Little D No.2 was wandering around nearby and talking to strangers. He told one demon about how he once almost destroyed the castle kitchen. The demons nodded politely, confused but pretending to understand.
Then he spotted you two which make his face lit up like fireworks. "HEY, LOOK! THAT’S MY PARENTS!”
“…Parents?” one demon said, blinking.
You and Mammon turned your heads slowly. Little D No.2 was pointing at both of you with the proudest smile.
The demons looked at you two. “They’re your parents, little guy?”
“Correct!” Little D No.2 said with confidence. “That’s Papa and that’s Papa's significant other!”
“Ohhh, we didn’t know,” another demon said. Of course they knew, Mammon is always attach to your hips after all but they don't really want to make Little D No.2 sad so they got along with it.
You just stood there, a bit embarrassed but trying not to show it. You gave a small awkward wave. You had no idea what to do.
You slowly turned to Mammon. He had turned into a statue. His eyes were huge, his jaw hanging open so wide you feared something might fly in. His face was pure red. He looked like someone just proposed to him in public.
You waved your hand in front of him. “Mammon?”
Then Little D No.2 yelled again, “Papa! Why your face so red?”
Mammon snapped like a twig. “SH-SHADDUP, YOU LITTLE DEVIL!!” he shouted, voice cracking. “STOP CALLIN’ ME THAT! NOT IN FRONT OF PEOPLE!! ARE YA TRYIN’ TA KILL ME!?”
Little D No.2 giggled. From that day onward Little D No.2 proudly called you both as his parents. You didn't even try to stop it because you find it very cute. Sure Mammon complains to you about it cause he got some dignity to protect but you didn't care nor did Little D No.2.
He was the happiest kid in the Devildom, proudly showing off “his parents” to the whole realm. He even sometimes make a sign pointing at the both of you. You wonder if he's doing this just to mess around with Mammon or not.
