How would the brothers react to an MC who wakes up shouting from nightmares?
Love this request anon tysm I’m gonna smooch you
Lucifer loves to give the illusion of privacy.
MC knows their room isn’t soundproof, but assumed it muffled noises enough.
I mean, nobody had said anything, so surely they didn’t hear the creek of the bed as MC shot up in their bed. Or the shriek that tumbled from their mouth night after night. Right?
Lucifer has a house full of brothers who cause trouble 24/7, his ears are like, specially tuned to pick up signs of distress.
Of course he hears the shrieks, and the creeks, and the sighs, and the tears. He hears all of it. But he won’t bring it up. He’ll wait patiently for MC to open up to him.
And when they finally do, he’ll be there. His arms open and waiting, that smug smirk on his face,
“Finally decided to come to me? It’s about time. I’ve been waiting patiently for you, MC.”
His smugness is forced. Dude was super worried. He’s the avatar of pride though, so. MC can’t know.
Incredibly relieved when they come to him and does all he can to help.
He’s up late most nights, and He’s close enough that he hears the noises coming from MC’s room. He might not be the brightest bulb, but he can put two and two together.
Absolutely won’t be direct about it. I’m not convinced he knows how to be direct.
Instead, when he hears a shout, he’ll burst into MC’s room, demanding they wake up and entertain him, or find some other way to distract them.
He will “accidentally” fall asleep in their room, so they aren’t alone.
Lucifer will scold him, but since Lucifer is in the know of the situation, goes easy on Mammon. The others don’t.
But Mammon is used to use playing the bad guy, so it’s easiest for him to handle things this way. As long as he can be by MC’s side, he doesn’t mind.
“You’re lucky ya got such a nice guy like me, coming to hang out with ya all the time like this. You owe me!”
My man Levi always has headphones on and is dense as a brick. He has no idea.
Until one night, MC falls asleep in Levi’s bean bag chair. He decides to let them sleep.
It’s not like he cares about disturbing their cute sleeping face or anything!! It would just be more annoying to have to wake them up!! Yeah. It’s easier to let them stay!!
When He finally decides to call it a night and climbs into his bathtub. He settles in and closes his eyes.
And then MC screams. Like, ACTUALLY screams. Naturally, Leviathan snaps up and immediately screams in response.
MC and Leviathan stare at each other, both too shocked to say a word. After what seems like hours, MC breaks and starts apologizing and sniffling, tears coating their face.
Levi’s charisma skill is way to under leveled to handle this kind of situation.
But then he hears the footsteps in the hall. He can’t let anyone else see them like this! This moment is his!
He tumbled out of bed and promptly exits the room, leaving MC even more shocked than before. A few minutes later he returns, looking extra bashful.
Silently moves blankets and pillows on the floor next to MC and sits next to them.
“I told them we got scared playing a horror game. They’re gone. I’m sleeping here because I feel like it. That’s it. But… if you wanna talk or something while I’m down here, I guess I can do that.”
Satan finds out by accident. He and MC are cozied up in his bed, them resting their back against his chest as he reads aloud from a book.
They’re both comfortable as this is a usual occurrence.
Unfortunately for MC, this particular book had a passage about night terrors.
Like, graphic descriptions of night terrors.
Satan was no fool. He felt MC tensing up as he read to them. He inhaled deeply and closed the book, setting it aside.
“I already have a good idea of the situation, but I’d like to hear it come from you, MC.”
MC knows they can’t lie to Satan, especially now.
They explain the situation as vaguely as possible, not wanting to cry in front of Satan.
Satan doesn’t pry. He nods once and then picks up a different book and continues as if nothing happened.
Later though, once MC has left, he starts gathering all the information he can about MC’s predicament. Mostly remedies and coping mechanisms, but also causes.
“If I find there to be a… traumatic reason for MC’s ailment, I will be sure to pass judgment on whoever is responsible.”
Asmo notices the heavy bags MC always seems to have.
Not one to easily give up in his desires, he pesters and prods them day after day.
“Sweetie, why not try this eye cream? Maybe this special sleep mask? Oh! I know, how about-“
MC cuts him off mid tirade one day. They tell him it doesn’t matter what product they use because they never get enough sleep. It was just wasting product and would be pointless.
Not getting any beauty rest? Oh, how you wound him, MC.
“Let’s have a nice spa day, maybe that’ll help you relax!”
Moves on to pestering about the spa day.
MC finally gives in, and has a wonderful time. They feel so completely relaxed, they fall asleep in Asmo’s glorious tub.
Ohhhhh nooooooo. Has MC fallen asleep??? Whatever shall he do??
Absolutely his plan. Asmo steps away to prepare the bed for MC to have a perfect nights sleep.
Then he hears the Yelp, followed by splashing.
Rushes into the tub fully clothed to comfort MC.
“Oh darling, oh no. You’re alright. Come on, come with me. Let’s get you dried off and into some warm clothes.”
After the excitement of the night has worn off, Asmo will offer as many spa days or sleepovers as MC needs.
Listen the Attic Club Sandwich? Napping is like their main club activity. Along with keeping Belphgor awake, that is. Beel has seen it happen often.
But he was the first to actually witness MC’s problem.
All his brothers had gone out,leaving just Beel and MC. They had fallen asleep on the couch. From what he’d heard, MC had a rather hard day. He didn’t want to wake them up, so he tried his best to not tear through the kitchen like he usually would. Every move he made was as slow and quiet as he could manage.
Unfortunately, Beel’s efforts were in vain. He had his haul in his arms and mouth, ready to return to his room to eat so he wouldn’t have to worry about the noise, when MC’s body shot straight up and released a bloodcurdling scream.
He immediately dropped everything in both shock and concern, rushing to MC’s side. He kneeled in the floor next to them, His eyebrows furrowed with confusion.
“What’s wrong? Are you hurt? It doesn’t look like it… I’ll call Lucifer. Hell know what to do. “
MC had quickly reached out and grabbed onto his hand to stop him. Tears streaming down their face, they shook their head fervently. 
Beel halted his efforts and watched MC’s face.
“No Lucifer? …. Okay. I’ll just sit here with you until you feel better then.”
Bestie, Belphie’s whole deal is sleep. He’s known from the very start. He just didn’t care to do anything at first. He might even be guilty of sending a few nightmares directly to MC.
But after… well…. The “incident” things changed. MC’s nightmares got worse. Much worse. And he knew exactly why. He knew exactly who was responsible. He knew exactly what they entailed.
It hurt. Being reminded of that moment over and over and over. If it hurt him this much, just how much was MC suffering?
Something had to be done.
One night, Belphie’s eyes snapped open. MC was having another nightmare. THE nightmare. He heaved a heavy sigh and dragged himself out of his bed, trudging to their room.
He didn’t bother knocking. He knew they were asleep. He opened MC’s door and stood there, his pillow tucked under his arm and watched what he’d done to them.
MC’s eyes were tightly squeezed shut, fists clenched, and hair damp from sweat.
As he approached them, he heard the quiet whimpers coming from their mouth as well
An intense guilt settled over him as he watched. Something HAD to be done.
That night, Belphie had climbed into MC’s bed and soothes them the best he could, using the power his Sloth sin granted him. The nightmares would eventually stop after some coaxing from the youngest brother, and then he’d return to his room as if nothing happened.
And he’d do that as long as he needed to. Anything for MC.