A/N : Forgive me for any typos, english is not my first language, srry for inactivity, and I'm sorry this is so short. comments, likes nd reblogs are appreciated!! (i was gonna add Jeff to this but felt reaally insecure about how I portrayed him so... yeah... no.)
BEN ▹ He´s clingy but depending on the mood. If you´ve pissed him off or something similar I think Ben would probably "ignore" you o just overall don´t talk to you as much as he usually does, if he´s reaally mad, maybe he´ll check your screens less often. He usually does it like every two minutes so It would go up to two minutes and thirty seconds, congrats! Obsessive behavior aside, if you call being stalked 24/7... clingy , then yes, he´s almost always clingy. He´s not the kind of man to leave you alone, like ever, so expect him to be nosy about every little thing you´re doing. He´s curious, can you blame him?
▹ Physically? Well... Only when he wants to be clingy. And if he decides it, you are not allowed to leave the bed he has trapped you in with his body weight... which isn't much of a prison but you still don't want to anger him. He's not cheesy with physical affection though, Ben is kind of just... holding you? He's listening to your heart and breathing but of course he won't admit that. Ever.
"Ben, are you... asleep?" you ask, in a tone that's less than a whisper. it's not that you're afraid of angering him if you disturb him, more of... scaring him away. (yes, like you'd scare away a cat if you move an inch of your lap.)
"Shush." as he pressed his head further against your chest, a sign you knew all too well to shut your mouth and let him relax with you for as long as he wants. You should feel flattered.
TOBY ▹ "Personal space", that's such a good joke. Toby will not leave you alone in like... every aspect of your life. Not that he's insecure or doesn't trust you or anything, he's just taking care of you. Or at least that's what he tells himself when he's peeking through the door while you're showering. Creepy? yes, what do you even expect? In his mind, his duty is to protect you, and how else is he going to do that if he's not absolutely violating your privacy? He's always with his eyes on you.
▹ Feels extremely anxious when he's away from you or is on a mission and knows he can't currently reach you. To him, that's a nightmare, that's losing you, that's not knowing if you're with another man, to him that's practically leaving him alone. You will have to reassure him that you're still there, that you're not leaving. When you're not there, Toby's mind is foggy with anxiety, paranoia and even his tics get absolutely worse.
▹ You already recognize this feeling. It's true that ever since you've been dating Toby, you always feel watched, a moment of solitude is always stolen away from you by him. So when you acknowledge the sound of the door silently opening and closing, you know it's him. You won't even bother to turn around because his arms are wrapped around your waist before you can manage to speak. He's home, as usual.
A/N : gn!reader, swearing (Mammon nd Asmo´s part) f-fluff...? Forgive me for any typos, english is not my first language. comments are appreciated!!
LUCIFER ▹ I don´t see him being clingy, at first. I feel like he would think that, that´s too much vulnerability and should leave that to you. However I do see him warming up more and more to the idea of physical contact especially as soon as he´s sure you won´t make him regret that decision. He enjoys your presence a lot when he´s doing paperwork, so inviting you to accompany him is one of his ways of being "clingy". His physical advances start slow, like really slow, with Lucifer everything is a slowburn. You start to notice his hand on the small of your back. He´s kissing you... deeper, Lucifer is taking his time as he presses his lips on yours, and it feels more intimate, the demon used to have a possesive grip that made you shiver, but that is now replaced with a warm flutter on your chest. And then he´s holding your hand in front of his brothers, maybe even kissing you good-bye in front of Diavolo if he´s in a great mood. Don´t expect that from him everyday though. He prefers to display his affection in private, where no heads are turning or no mouths are whispering when people acknowledge that he kissed you. (he does enjoy to remind everyone who´s the one that´s touching you, and Lucifer WILL make sure he´s not hiding your relationship.)
MAMMON ▹ I doubt we should even question if he´s clingy. It´s SO obvious he´s NOT leaving you alone. You´re his, right? then why are you demanding this "personal space" he´s never even heard of? Bullshit! You bet he´s always hugging you, maybe from behind, maybe giving you a small side hug while he kisses your cheek. And don´t you ever dare to forget holding hands in public! That´s like a crime! I see him as a love-sick puppy, he´s following you everywhere, he´s taking you to the casino, shopping, whatever involves his favourite hobbies (and yours too). Mammon spends so much time clinging to you that you... smell like him. The brothers noticed it right away, they know that you spent the last 10 hours with him because yep, that´s his perfume all over your body. And oh, does he love that. To him that´s the equivalent of you getting his name tattooed on your forehead and he´s happy. I do think he prefers the intimate moments you share. He´s quiet (for once) and you are too. The demon is calmly listening to you heartbeat as you caress his back and he couldn´t wish for anything better, he´s good with knowing you like him, his antics and his clinginess.
LEVIATHAN ▹ Yes, but, just like Lucifer, you gotta give him time to warm up. However, unlike the eldest, Leviathan feels unworthy of touching you, always grumbling about being a "yucky otaku", so you´ll most likely have to start to get close to him, reassuring that it´s okay to show you that kind of affection. You´ll be pleasantly surprised to see that after some days he feels bold enough to... graze his fingers against yours. But hey! at least it´s something! Eventually, the demon confesses that it´s been a long time since he has a partner (and he´s praying you ignore how flustered he becomes when saying "partner") and that he´s mostly scared of hurting you or upsetting you. Everything changes after that though. What used to be "accidentally" intertwining your fingers when walking is replaced with a bold kiss to your lips while he cups your face. He´s a mess after that, so let the poor demon recover. And now that Levi trusts you fully, he´s making sure you´re not escaping his physical displays of affection. You´re doomed. And I think It´s not necessary to clarify his clinginess in every other aspect, right? Because God forbid you play videogames with another person.
ASMODEUS ▹ DUUUH, he was so clingy even before you guys were official, he´s absolutely not toning down his affection, if anything, it´s worse now! You can only manage to get freedom from his kisses (that never stop btw) when he´s out modeling for a magazine or something similar, and that´s just if you didn´t wanna go with him, which he´ll very reluctantly accept. You can´t tell if you like it or not because even if it was just an hour away from you, he acts as if he just came back from war, you´d sometimes get dramatic text messages like that too "Darling, I know I´ve been away for a long long time, but I promise I´ll get home safely." Type shi. He´s whining as soon as his hands push the door open, and "MC!" in a reaaally high pitched voice is all you can hear. You can see sparkles in his eyes as soon as he spots you in the living room and suddenly the air is forced out of your lungs from how tightly he´s hugging you. Lucifer had to step in once, he was... concerned, you looked as if you were being soffocated to death. (yes, you did get even more kisses in every place of your face as an "apology")
SATAN ▹ Yes, but not the way one would expect. He has never been afraid to show how much he loves you in every love language possible, however I do think he´s peculiar. Unlike Mammon or Asmo, I don´t see him overly clinging to you to kiss you, or hug you. Not that he doesn´t enjoy doing that, but he´d rather not suffocate you. Satan will show how much he needs you through jealousy masked by desire of spending time with you. So expect him to kindly offer you a much better hang out option than playing games with Leviathan or taking a nap with Belphie. Not that he tries to be toxic, but that is his way of clinging to you. He loves the intimacy, the reassurance of having you right beside him, or straddling his lap while you read for him. He´s always there, helping you or simply holding you while humming quietly. He´s overjoyed to know that you´ve chosen him as a partner, and the demon doesn´t want to waste time with mundane things when he could be pampering you with quality time.
BEELZEBUB ▹ I don´t think he´s what you could call clingy. Out of the seven brothers, I think Beel is the only one who is moderate with affection. This, however, doesn´t mean he´s not affectionate, he just knows what personal space is. Of course, expect a kiss, a hug, expect him to hold you hand constantly and be there whenever you need him, but he´d much rather know that if you´re by his side, spending time with him is because you prefer it that way. He´s open about it too, and will always invite you to try that new restaurant nearby, expect him to visit your room with sweets he ordered to try them together, but don´t expect Beelzebub to constantly drag you everywhere or demand your presence and affection as often as Belphie, for example. He wants you to feel safe, to know that he will be there when you need him in less than a second. He enjoys how much better your lips taste after a few hours of not kissing you, he enjoys missing you so that he´ll treasure your presence more when you´re there again.
BELPHEGOR ▹ YES, AND, he´s always dragging you everywhere he´s going, or maybe you´re dragging him, who knows? The point is, as much as Belphie is always sleepy, he always tells you that he sleeps better when you´re by his side, so whenever you´re away he´s insufferable. He hugs you like a koala hugs a tree, and he does NOT let you go until his 6 hour nap is finished, and even then he´s like a shadow, always following. He switched seats with whoever sat besides you at breakfast, lunch and dinner, this applies if you´re at a restaurant too. He´s charming with it too, never lets you see the mischevious smile drawn on his face when you oblige to his supposed "needs". "It´s not my fault, you know? it´s yours for being so comfy..." Is the last thing he mumbles before drifting off to sleep peacefully in your lap. Unlike Satan, he hasn´t learned how to mask his jealousy so he´s open about how much he despises you spending time with his brothers. Especially if it´s Lucifer, and he´s not as mad if it´s Beel. The Avatar of Sloth does sacrifice his sleep to take you out to dinner, or spend the afternoon in a cozy café recommended by Levi. Even if only you notice it sometimes, Belphegor does tend to your needs too.
BONUS ▹ I am 100% sure that once you let them, the brothers will always sleep in your room. They take turns, even though sometimes you can hear them fighting over who gets to sleep with you that night.
"Excuse me?! You slept with MC yesterday, Beel! That´s not fair!" You could hear Asmo whisper-shouting.
"That´s right, and I don´t see why I can´t sleep with MC two days in a row." And Beel said it so calm, you could hear the brothers fuming!
"That was not what we agreed on! I think I deserve to sleep with them tonight, I´m their best friend!" Which only caused all of them to speak at the same time in protest. All of them, except one.
"Enough." Lucifer scoffed. "None of us will sleep with MC tonight, leave them alone if you can´t agree on something." That and the weak dissapointed sighs of the demons as they walked away was the last thing you heard.
That night you thought you´d have to sleep alone, until you felt the weight of a certain Avatar of Pride besides you. How silly, none of them ever leave your side.
A/N : purely fluff i think, comments are appreciated hehe. sorry for any typos, english is not first language.
BEN DROWNED ▹ you guys were... facetiming. yeah— let's call him popping up in your screen when you're scrolling through social media "face timing". he's checking on you, admiring you while demanding that you tell him how your day went; even though he knows, he watches you 24/7. the difference is that he likes to hear the way you express yourself, Ben is curious about what words you might use to describe the little stain on your shirt from the coffee you accidentally spilled.
▹ so you obey, you tell him everything, from the moment you opened your eyes, to how many times you went to the bathroom and everything, he likes to know. he needs to know. you no longer feel uncomfortable by doing this, you've gotten used to it, to him, to feeling his gaze while you cook, or listen to music. there's always a presence, but there's something comforting about knowing that it's him.
▹ but suddenly there's silence. you stop talking and his eyes run frantically across your face to look for something. he doesn't know what it is. do you want to make up a lie? maybe ask him for something?
▹ the words "i love you" slip past your lips before you can stop them.
▹ it's a whisper, it's quiet, but sincere. intimate. and Ben— who has been teasing you relentlessly throughout the telling of your daily events just... stares.
▹ honestly, he didn't expect that at all. you almost think the connection is lost since he's completely ecstatic in the screen of your phone.
▹ and then you feel his lips crashing into yours. the kiss is not desperate, but it's definitely stealing every breath Ben can pull out of you. you whimper and he embraces you tighter, possesive yet so delicate.
▹ Ben breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against yours and he closes his eyes as if figuring out if he should joke or be honest.
▹ "shit, I..." he pauses and sighs, afraid but determined to show you a very rare moment of vulnerability. "i love you too."
TICCI TOBY ▹ you're straddling his lap. somehow he feels as if you could turn every mundane situation into something romantic. and you start to think so too. it's weird, the way you met him. he tried to hide what he was for a short time until you found out and you— didn't pull away from him. you liked Toby. he was kind, he protected you, so you tried to put the whole killing people thing aside as hard as it was.
▹ you stayed, and he thanked you for it by kissing your knuckles, by bringing you flowers from the forest, by massaging your back when you were sick, by cooking a meal for the two of you even though he barely knew how to cook. (he learned how to, just for you."
▹ and yet he just... never said the words. the phrase you were waiting for. did he love you? he seemed like he loved you. he certainly treated you as if he was sickly in love. then why...?
▹ "i love you." you blurted out; silencing his rant about some mission he had to do. not like you heard any of it, too lost in deciding if you'd take that first step. not like he cared that you shut him down. YOU told him you LOVED HIM. Toby was panicking!
▹ and lord have mercy was he GLAD.
▹ "i- i- me too!" he said, too enthusiastic, you'd never seen his face lit up so much. so you tilted your head to the side and he shook his head nervously. "i didn't t-th-think you were... y-you know! ready..." he spoke as if disappointed in himself. "i thought fo-for you it'd take m-more time! I've loved you s-si-since the day I met you." Toby confessed, smiling and quickly burying his face in your neck, inhaling your scent.
▹ after that it became a habit, you could even swear it became a tick. every day, every hour, every minute, every second Toby whispered stuttered i love you's in your ear.
،،̲ He asked you to marry him, you said yes. What´s his reaction after that?
A/N : FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF. got inspired by the new obey me game lmao. Forgive me for any typos, english is not my first language. comments are appreciated!! let me know of you'd like to see this hc for the other brothers!
LUCIFER ▹ exhaled, a bit surprised to realize he’d been holding his breath all of this time. if you said no, not only would you be hurting his feelings but his pride too and he was absolutely not prepared for a negative answer.
▹ he´d simply hold you and caress your back for ten long minutes, letting the insecurity (which he won´t admit to anyone he was feeling) dissipate slowly. he is quick to express how glad he is you accepted.
▹ "I am more than happy to start a new chapter of my life with you. I certainly can not imagine spending my life with anyone else, MC."
▹ won´t say it immediately, only when he´s hugging you in bed, nuzzling his nose in your hair, but Lucifer lets you know he is beyond excited for the wedding.
▹ he starts talking about the kids, the education you guys will give them, the responsibility of your union, and when you tell him to slow down Lucifer scoffs, feigning offense but letting a small laugh escape his lips.
▹ "Well, forgive me, MC, I am eager to build a safe future for us both."
MAMMON ▹ i can totally see this guy going "phew!" and sliding the ring on your finger.
▹ "what?! do you know how scared I was?!" and then he backs down, shaking his head. "I-I mean, I´m just jokin´, MC! Ya love me, right? why wouldn´t ya marry The Great Mammon? Hm?"
▹ Please hold him he was about to cry when you didn´t say yes right away.
▹ BEYOND grateful, he wouldn´t know what to do next if you rejected him. would probably be devastated, depressed, crying his eyes out.
▹ but that´s not the case, so what?
▹ in like two seconds he´s all over you, kissing every part of your face. deep down he loves the idea of being bound to you. of being yours and you being his. he feels proud. he doesn´t even know how he managed to pull someone like you but he better enjoy it, right?
▹ you bet Mammon is bragging to EVERYONE he´s engaged. he´s sooooo annoying with it but can you blame him? he´s happy and you are too.
▹ "hell yeah baby! what do ya think bout' a big ass house? the doors made of gold y'know? gotta make the house look expensive?" your glare shuts him down, not before chuckling at your reaction. "aight, aight, just kiddin' treasure!"
▹ expect him to start talking about having kids reaaal soon too. he wants to be a father, Mammon has the feeling he would be a great one too.
LEVIATHAN ▹ would probably embrace you as tightly as he could after you gave him a positive answer. the demon is relieved to say the least, even though he was expecting you to reject marrying him, because why would you want to live the rest of your life with him?
▹ you know he's spiraling since his silence speaks more than words, so you whisper a quiet "i love you" to his ear and Leviathan feels the tension ease from his shoulders.
▹ just like Mammon, he's glad you're willing to commit so seriously to a relationship with him. you guys won't be just a couple, he will be your husband, that's a big title, a big responsibility, the you-can't-just-break-up-with-me type of responsibility and he absolutely loves it.
▹ the privacy, the intimacy, everything excites him more than he'd like to admit.
▹ Leviathan is scared too. what if he ends up screwing up the marriage? what if you ever want a divorce? the mere thought forms a lump on his throat.
▹ those fears vanish whenever you press a kiss to his lips, whenever you're cuddling with him under the blankets where only him can see your sleepy face, when he knows for a fact you're his.
▹ i hope you're patient though, Leviathan will need constant reassurance throughout the process.
TW: a tiny bit suggestive, mentions of gyu wanting to eat u, nothing too descriptive, rlly short.
the cold breeze of the night is everything but merciful. you cover your arms with the fine silks you're wearing, even though the fabric doesn't warm you up.
trying to ignore your shivering, your eyes look up at the sky, the moon looks back, mockingly. she knows it too. she knows he is watching.
Gyutaro. He always comes back.
"a pretty face, a pretty body. she'll be a great meal." that's what he said to Daki. that's what he tried to convince himself of. but that smell; the fragrance you always wore was infuriatingly delicious and he could almost taste your soft skin on his tongue. he grew... attached.
the demon hated himself for it.
as an Oiran, you were used to the attention. to people staring. specially men.
you knew exactly what their gaze meant. always lust, never love.
not that you cared, of course, but it still caused a sense of discomfort when they left. when you were alone. when no one saw your beautiful face, you were nothing, you were worthless.
not to Gyutaro, though.
it started as something you considered harmless.
the balcony outside your room waited every night for you to spend your time there. it was routine, it was peaceful.
until it was not.
the sensation of being watched was scary. your eyes wandered around the streets of the district, looking for someone who's eyes may be on you. there was no one.
no one except the demon lurking in the shadows, observing your every movement. Gyutaro found your behavior amusing. he chuckled at your desperation. he was well hidden, your human eyes could never spot him from that distance.
so you gave up on searching. maybe it was your imagination.
wrong.
you didn't know why but, you felt as if you were in danger constantly, even though there were guards surrounding the House. your room. mostly to ensure you wouldn't escape, but they were there.
the time passed and it got worse. Gyutaro got bolder. he didn't watch from afar now. he liked to push, to know how paranoic you were. would you find out it was him? he told himself that, once you noticed it was him, he'll eat you. you woke up with small scratches. it was worrying but nothing too bad, right?
that was until you saw him.
he was crouching besides your bed, sniffing your kimono with eyes closed. you didn't even flinch, even though, a shiver as cold as snow went up your spine. you stopped breathing at the sight of him.
Gyutaro was so... big.
his shoulders, his arms, even if he had the thinnest waist you had ever seen. his strength could be felt even if he wasn't touching.
and after five long seconds of your life flashing before your own eyes, the demon opened his. knees went weak and you gasped, as if being as silent as possible would mean mercy from this creature.
"hah... i was wondering how long until y-you... woke up." as he looked down at you, leaning closer until his breath mingled with yours. the only thing that you could manage out your throat was a half choke, half cry, pathetic. pitiful. "look at you... so scared."
Gyutaro ran a finger down your bare thigh. He was being surprisingly gentle with your skin, admiring it. The demon was careful, he didn´t want to break you.
"your fear..." a sigh escaped him, unconscious, quickly replaced by a smile that showed every single one of his crooked teeth. "i can smell it." as he whispered on your ear. this time, you did flinch. and, feeling something neither of you could explain, you didn't try to escape, or push him away, and oh, how Gyutaro liked that.
"pretty thing, you ain't even runnin' away, are ya? should I feel flattered, hm?"
he blinked, once, twice. your eyes were wide as his hand went up, his nail traced your belly, and as ashamed as you could be, you let him.
he didn't say anything else, but his expression changed, and before you could even mutter a word he stood up, his figure looking even more intimidating than before, he was tall, he was a beast.
"I'll come back, m'kay? i promise."
"as if that was reassuring." you thought. and still, you nodded obediently.
a few nights later. you could almost hear the wind laugh at you, when you felt the demon´s breath on you shoulder.
A/N : i personally wouldn´t call this angst but there are hints to violence and toxic behavior in general so yeah.
BEN DROWNED ▹ Uh-huh, not happening. he´s actually ofended by your audacity.
"That´s what you´re doing now? So you think you can just leave? And then what? You´re pathetic."
He´s mad. Like for real you´ve never seen Ben so furious. He is short-tempered, that´s for sure but this man is fuming. Doesn´t talk to you for a few days and constantly checks your accounts, the screen of every single device you own, spies on you 24/7
He doesn´t show it but he´s paranoid. He´s afraid you´ll actually walk away and he´ll have no more option than to manipulate you, make you feel so overwhelmed by his voice ringing on you ears that you´ll have no option than to come back crawling to him.
If you decide to stay with him, Ben will be more... careful. He´s wary. Constantly avoids arguments that could make you snap at him. Not that he cares, but he needs the reassurance that you won´t break up with him, that he won´t have to use drastic measures to drag you back to him.
He needs you.
You notice he´s a bit more silent than usual, his teasing stops until he´s completely sure that you don´t have stupid ideas running through your mind.
When everything gets better between you two, Ben will be the same as always, just slightly insecure now. And you bet he´s still bringing up the whole break up thing, he´s playing the victim card, he wants you to feel guilty, to feel the pain he went through. "You hurt me, you know? It felt like you didn´t love anymore. The reason was insignificant and yet you were so dramatic. I won´t allow it again, keep that in mind."
God forbid you ever mention breaking up again. Ben won´t be so merciful this time.
TICCI TOBY ▹ That is the worst thing you can do to someone like him. He has been so devoted. He´s been a loyal dog, always by your side, never leaving you.
"w-what? fuck- no! that´s... no, p-pleas-se, d-don´t!"
you blink and he´s on his knees, hugging your legs with impressive strength that he doesn´t usually use on you. He´s gentle, kind, caring. His heart aches at the mere thought of hurting you.
But right now, Toby is desperate. He mumbles pleas between sobs, Toby´s eyes tear up as he looks up at you.
Of course, his tics get worse. You can barely understand what he´s trying to say, but you know what it is. He twitches under your gaze painfully.
blink again, he´s dragging you. He forces you to fall on his lap and as much as you fight against him, you can´t get off his grip. Toby´s hugging you, tightly. Or at least that´s what it looks like.
he´s making sure your hands grip his shirt for support, he needs you to need him. in his mind, the proxy is chaining you to his body, reminding you that he´s not the most handsome, certainly not the strongest or most sane man. but he loves you. you´re reminded of his warmth, of the comfort always provided by your faithful mutt.
"l-listen, m'sorry, i- fuck, i know i-im not enough." as gloved hands force you to stop squirming. "b-but stay! shit, you have to."
you feel so guilty. and deep down, you know what´s coming if you actually leave him; your life will be a living hell, you´re sure of it. he knows everything about you, your address, the places you go to everyday, he even knows how many moles are drawn in you skin. He has counted them, you´re surprised he hasn´t done the same with your eyelashes.
Toby has marked you, you´re his, his to use, to touch, to adore. the multiple scars and hickeys on multiple parts of your body are there for a reason. they aren´t meant to decorate your skin. they´re a silent reminder that he owns you. he doesn´t say it out loud, he doesn´t need to.
Leviathan always felt the urge to be with you. He was clingy, to say the least, but you couldn´t even think about rejecting that side of him.
Everywhere he was, and, in his own timid and awkward way, his eyes were never wandering, they were always looking at you. You were oblivious to how much attention he payed to you, or at least, he hopes you are oblivious to that because he´ll never say it to your face.
But, there are some special nights where he may confess every single sensation that´s been bubbling up in his chest.
His eyes feel heavy, his back is killing him and the tub is no longer bringing him the comfort it did before. He has tasted your warmth on his fingertips, the demon has caressed your skin like a sacred temple, your noses have brushed multiple times, the intimacy you´ve shared keeps him awake at night, so he opens the door that leads to your room and lies down besides you.
You know he pays attention. Leviathan is not awful at pretending to be mildly annoyed by the thought of a normie like you. In public, of course. Because no one knows how many sweet-nothings he whispers in your ears when he thinks you´re asleep. How many times he points out every piece of clothing you wore, exact color. He remembers the earrings. He remembers if they were silver or gold.
And you try not to shiver when he intertwines his fingers with yours, when he gets dizzy from the smell of your skin. The short-tempered Lord Of Envy who can barely hold his anger when Mammon pisses him off, has you trapped in his grip, he´s relaxed, his breathing steady, and even so you can´t escape him, you can´t escape the way he clings to you until he´s fully awake and stuttering nonsense about not knowing how you guys ended up like that.
Leviathan does know how you guys ended up like that, of course he does.
But, he didn´t want the moment to end, he didn´t want to let you go.
A/N : Nothing really, just fluff ig. Forgive me for any typos, english is not my first language. i got a little excited writing levi's part, so sorry bout that.
LUCIFER ▹ would most certainly be unbothered at first. Okay, you´re well-known in the human world, so what? doesn´t really ask much about your career until you guys start feeling more comfortable around each other.
▹ He won´t admit it directly but actually admires you for all the effort you put in the performances and songs. Sometimes you go to his office and sit next to him, he does paperwork while you write songs and, to be honest, he finds your eventual humming calming. He made it into a routine and is the one that invites you over.
▹ Would tease you playfully every chance he gets.
▹ "Hm? You took a shower? Yes, we could tell. Even the angel realm could hear you singing." He says, even though he was actually delighted, he loves the way you sing, your songs, everything. It makes his heart beat more than it should.
▹ you try to soothe him when he´s tired, even if it´s just massaging his shoulders or scalp while you hum, and I´m telling you, it works like a charm. He´s relaxed in a few minutes, and his bad mood vanishes as soon as he feels the vibration of your voice.
▹ If an event of some kind is held, he´ll be the first one to ask you (privately) if you would like to perform. He would be incredibly pleased if you accept, but will understand if you reject the offer.
▹ Diavolo is eager to hear you sing, since Lucifer set the expectations way too high when speaking of you. Even though that´s something you´ll never know. He´ll never tell you.
▹ "MC is WHAT?!" and looks at you with the most bewildered expression on his face.
▹ at first you are a little confused, and you´d be lying if you said you weren´t at least a tiny bit offended. cause like, man, why´s he acting like that?
▹ but you don´t get IT, you don´t know how much more ATTRACTIVE you became to this demon. he´s kinda jealous too, so everyone in the human world got to see you perform, sing, dance before him? your first? that annoys him waaay too much, but oh well.
▹ he asks you to sing ALL the time, he´s too invested in your career. whenever you're writing songs he´s there, doesn´t even give you space, he´s eyeing whatever lyrics you wrote and immediately claps as if you´re William Shakespeare (we love a supportive king)
▹ "Lord Diavolo, I SWEAR, you gotta hear MC! I´m tellin´ ya!"
▹ he is far from being as gentle as Lucifer was when he asks if you want to perform at some kind of event, actually, he is not even asking, he´s straight up telling you when you WILL do it, no choice. you start questioning yourself if he's kind of taking the role of a manager...
▹ Excuse me, what? The Great Mammon listening to the voicemails you sent him of a demo you wrote because your singing makes him sleep better? whaaaaaaaaaaat?
LEVIATHAN ▹ the way you fucking killed him with that information.
▹ you just know my man right here is going to be the MOST devoted fanboy you´ll ever have, right? matter of fact, you told him you were an idol yesterday and he just spent the whole night researching about you.
▹ "oh, that song? yeah, i know, you have three full albums, one EP, five mini albums, eight singles and five collaborations, actually, you started you career in Tokyo whe-"
▹ you blink and he's already researching how to buy your merch from human sites. and is extremely happy when you offer to give him whatever you have of your own merch, which isn't much but he'll find a way of get the rest, you know he will.
▹ "asmo! MC's song doesn't go like that! gosh, do you even listen to it?" he practically shouts as the scowl on his face grows. you're really surprised to how protective he is, his ability to annoy every member of the house with that is honestly impressive.
▹ you better believe he's supportive. when you go back to the human world he'll find a way to watch your performances, maybe he'll even show up, you never know what to expect from Leviathan.
▹ argues with people on the internet when they insult you or your songs. he has doxed way too many people. when you tell him to be chill about it, he agrees reluctantly, but that doesn't mean he's still not eager to defend you.
▹ probably the brother who connects the most with you being an idol.
▹ ... do i really gotta mention his jealousy towards every single one of your fans?
ASMODEUS ▹ oh my god he is freaking out!
▹ "MC! now that explains your great fashion sense!"
▹ asmo is really invested in every outfit you've worn. he'll like any style! your aesthetic amazes him.
▹ would love to do your makeup before a show. or your nails, whatever it is you bet he'll be there.
▹ definitely obsessed with you, your songs, and everything you do but doesn't match levi's extreme fanboy energy. he will buy your merch though, especially if you release accessories and clothing he vibes with.
▹ whatever type of relationship you guys might have, he'll brag about having you as a friend or partner.
▹ "MC is sooooo talented! i actually used their new song in my new post! you better check that out."
▹ has promoted you unintentionally. his followers just got curious since he spoke so openly about you as an artist, that they had to know who you were.
▹ you kind of built a small but loyal fanbase in the Devildom thanks to him.
▹ will be as supportive as Levi when you're on stage.
SATAN ▹ his eyebrows raised and he looked at you, very amused.
▹ his response definitely depends on your personality. if you're shy you'll probably get a "an idol? i guess you just feel out of place here, then? I'd really like to see you get comfortable enough here in the Devildom, MC."
▹ if you are confident he'll hum. "well, that makes sense, your personality definitely matches your career choices."
▹ Satan will not make a fuzz about it, like Mammon or Levi, but you bet he is as devoted as them.
▹ actually likes to analyze your songs, and goes to your room just to ask you what did that one sentence mean. especially if your songwriting is somehow poetic.
▹ "ah, so that's what it is? truly beautiful."
▹ he's glad you guys are so close. Satan is always curious and asks thoughtful questions about everything you make. of course he is not trying to judge you, more like he's trying to understand the purpose of every detail in your art.
▹ he's honored if you ask him for his opinion on a concept, an album, a verse. he knows you trust him enough to ask for something like that and it spreads a warm feeling through his chest.
▹ out of all of the brothers, he's the one that tries the most to really understand your songs, your art, rather than just listening to it.
NOTA: Fluff. (el título no tiene nada que ver con la película de studio ghibli, mi inspiración no vino exactamente de allí.)
Abigail estaba desconcertada, ¿Cómo había llegado a este punto tan... desconocido? Sus mejillas estaban pintadas de un rosado pastel, pero esta vez no era por la gran exposición al sol a la que normalmente se exponía. Era por tí.
Siempre le había gustado la vida en la granja, desde que su padre murió y ella quedó a cargo, sintió que más que una responsabilidad era la manera de honrar la muerte de su adorado progenitor. Se dedicaba a las vacas, los cerdos, las ovejas, todos los animales a los que ella adoraba darles su total atención.
No podía mentir, a veces se sentía algo sola. Muy aparte de la compañía de sus perros, después de las diez de la noche, cuando miraba silenciosamente al cielo en busca de posar su mirada en una estrella medianamente interesante, lo único que la acompañaba era el viento y la pacífica respiración que salía de su nariz.
Eso, claro, hasta que llegaste tú.
Que dolor de cabeza, genuinamente, nunca pensó que una tipa de la ciudad le cambiara la vida.
La mañana en que llegaste era tranquila. Abrió los ojos como normalmente lo hacía, los pájaros cantaban alegremente, anunciando la mañana. El sol todavía no brillaba en toda su gloria, pero el poco brillo fue suficiente para despertarla.
En un abrir y cerrar de ojos tenía sus overoles puestos, y, ¿Cómo podría olvidar trenzarse el cabello? Era su firma personal.
No tenía muchos vecinos por los alrededores, y tampoco era una mujer muy social, aunque eso no significaba que no la quisieran a donde fuera. Era amable, servicial y sobre todo, la nobleza en sus ojos se podría notar desde una distancia muy larga.
Pero, hombre, no se debía tener un gran sentido de la vista como para notar el gran camión que se había parqueado justo enfrente de aquella granja que había sido abandonada hace años. Y ahí fue cuando te vió, bajándote con una mirada dudosa y las cejas fruncidas, sostenías lienzos y lo que parecía ser una caja con pinturas acrílicas.
"¿Una familia de la ciudad?" Sacudió su cabeza curiosamente, observándote aún por la ventana. No pudo analizarte por mucho tiempo de igual forma, ya que en cuánto el que parecía ser tu padre abrió la puerta de la casa, entraste como si pisar el pasto por dos segundos más te fuera a derretir los pies. Abby dejó salir una pequeña risa y se sentó en el comedor para desayunar.
Los primeros días fueron muy... Raros. Abby no estaba acostumbrada a gente viviendo tan cerca de ella, y por dios, si que tu familia era ruidosa. Si bien le irritaba un tanto oír los gritos de tu madre para llamarte a comer, al mismo tiempo le reconfortaba ver las luces de la casa de enfrente prendidas o ver a tu padre haciendo su mayor esfuerzo por arreglar las puertas viejas del granero.
"Eso necesita mucho más que aceite, si me deja decírselo." Le comentó al hombre, dejando los dos cubos de leche recién ordeñada en el suelo, mientras se secaba el sudor con el antebrazo.
"¿Usted cree? Para ser honesto, jamás he hecho nada de esto en mi vida, soy oficinista." Tu padre contestó, poniéndose la mano en el pecho mientras recuperaba el aire.
"¿En serio? ¿Y por qué mudarse de la gran ciudad a una granja?" Abby se cruzó de brazos, algo confusa.
"Quería un cambio de aires, tanto para mí, como para mi esposa y mi hija, ella sí que lo necesitaba."
Ella asintió lentamente mientras procesaba esta información, y luego sonrió.
"Tengo un amigo que es muy bueno arreglando cosas, se llama Owen, lo llamaré para que venga a ayudarle con esa puerta." El señor se limitó a sonreír y Abby recogió los cubos de leche para llevarlos a su casa y haber terminado las tareas por el día.
La interacción ciertamente terminó allí, pero días después la cena de Abigail fue interrumpida por un tímido golpeteo en su puerta. Se acomodó algunos mechones de cabello y la abrió, encontrándose con una vista que, desde hace rato había estado fantaseando con tener.
"Um, hola." Le dijiste, sosteniendo lo que parecía ser una caserola envuelta en papel aluminio.
"¿Puedo ayudarte?" Abby alzó una ceja, recostándose en el marco de la puerta, intentando mantener su compostura. Pero genuinamente estaba deslumbrada. Te veías tan diferente a ella, mucho más... Urbana. Se notaba en tu forma de vestir, tu estilo de peinado, incluso el brillo de tus ojos tenía un parecido con las luces nocturnas de la ciudad. Le fascinaba esta diferencia, eras nueva, y definitivamente te veías como el próximo error que iba a cometer.
"Mis padres querían agradecerte por llamar a... ¿Owen?" Frunciste el ceño, como tratando de recordar si ese era su nombre. Luego sacudiste tu cabeza y hablaste de nuevo. "Mi mamá te manda esta lasaña."
Abby sonrió levemente recibió la caserola en sus manos, asintiendo con la cabeza. Después de un 'buenas noches' algo incómodo, cerró la puerta de su casa y se lanzó en el sillón. Se preguntaba si esa interacción había sido tan placentera para tí como para ella.
Oh, pero por supuesto que sí.
Claro que la habías notado, independientemente de si Abigail lo había notado o no.
La mañana en que llegaste, no pudiste ignorarla cocinando. Como sus músculos se flexionaban cada vez que estiraba su brazo para llegar a algo, o cómo trasladaba las ollas pesadas, llenas de lo que fuese que estuviera cocinando. Estabas flechada.
Pero cómo no, si tu estabas allí, cuando dejó las dos cubetas de leche en el piso y limpió su frente llena de sudor. El sol golpeó su rostro de manera ancestral, sus ojos brillaban mientras cuestionaba a tu padre sobre el por qué de la mudanza. Y la forma en la que te miraba cuando te cruzabas con ella de vez en cuando, o tal vez cuando utilizaba esa pañoleta y cabalgaba su caballo despreocupadamente por el campo.
Evidentemente te tenías que ofrecer a llevarle esa lasaña. A pesar de que te estabas muriendo de los nervios, y verla en esa camiseta sin mangas, te volvió loca. Intentaste no mirar pero, por favor, ¿Cómo no hacerlo? ¿Cómo no mirar a la granjera Abby?
Las pequeñas miradas, sonrisas discretas y encuentros 'accidentales' siguieron. Ustedes se buscaban inconsientemente. Abby llegaba del mercado local en horarios que sabía que estarías fuera, y tú saldrías a pintar con tus lienzos cuando estabas consciente de que ella estaría cabalgando su caballo.
Diste otra pincelada, el sol empezaba a bajar y era de tus cosas favoritas para pintar, lo tenías dominado y por el momento no buscabas salir de tu zona de comfort cuando se hablaba de tus cuadros, que por cierto estaban colgados en cada rincón de la casa.
"Es bonito, ¿Pero nunca has pensado en pintar a tu persona favorita?" Sus pasos para acercarse habían sido lo suficientemente silenciosos como para que te llevaras un buen susto gracias a ello.
"¡Abby!" Exclamaste, sacudiendo tu cabeza mientras esbozabas una sonrisa. "¿Mi persona favorita? ¿Te refieres a mi mamá?" Bromeaste, fingiendo no saber a lo que tu contraria se refería.
"Oh, ¿Insinúas que no soy yo?" Abby se hizo la ofendida, pretendiendo llorar en silencio.
"No soy buena con la anatomía en realidad."
"No hay problema, modelaría para tí cuántas veces sea necesario hasta que te memorices estas facciones que tanto adoras observar cuando crees que no estoy viendo." Abby dijo, con una sonrisa juguetona.
Te enrojeciste automáticamente, dejando el pincel a un lado para mirarla a los ojos.
A la luz del sol se veía más que preciosa, pero eso ya lo sabías. Ninguna de las dos apartó su mirada, y ninguna de las dos habló ya que sus emociones hablaban sin necesidad de palabras.
Los perros de Abby corrían por la pradera, el pasto se inclinaba hacia el sur, y dos amantes con promesas silenciosas se contemplaban la una a la otra mientras se levanta el viento.
A/N : Fluff. (title has nothing to do with Ghibli´s movie, it was not my main source of inspiration, english is not my first language so forgive me for any typos.)
Abigail felt weird. How did she get to this point? This feeling was unknown for her. Her cheeks were flushed with a baby pink, but this time, the cause was not the sun, it was true that she exposed herself a lot to it but, the cause was you.
She had always liked the peaceful life that the farm offered. Ever since her father died and she had to take matters in her own hands, she felt that, rather than a new responsability, it was her way of mourning the death of the man she loved the most. She tended to the animals, the cows, the sheep and the pigs, all of them loved every single bit of attention she gave them. She loved giving them attention too.
Even though, she couldn´t lie, it felt lonely sometimes. Apart from her dogs company, in the night, specifically after ten pm, when she looked up from the window to the sky, trying to find stars with shapes she´s never seen before, the only sound was the whistle of the wind and her calm breathing.
That was, of course, until you arrived.
What a pain in the ass, really. She never thought someone like you would change her life.
The morning you arrived was peaceful. She opened her eyes like she normally did. The birds sang happily, as if welcoming the new day. The sun didn´t quite shine as much as it usually did, but it was enough to wake her up.
She was quick to take a shower and put her overalls on, and, how could she ever forget to braid her hair? It was her own signature.
Abby didn´t have a lot of neighbors, she wasn´t a social butterfly either, even though, that doesn´t mean that the few friends she had didn´t like her, quite the opposite, they loved her. And how could they not love her? She was kind, composed and most importantly, you could see the honesty in her eyes from miles away.
But godness, you didn´t need an excellent sight to notice the big truck parked infront of the abandoned farm infront of hers. And that was the moment she saw you, getting out of the car with your brows furrowed and your lips pressed together, holding a few canvases and what seemed to be a box full of acrylic paints.
"A family? Based on the clothing, they come from the city." She remarked, tilting her head curiously as she observed. Even though she couldn´t see much, as soon as the man, who she assumed was your father, opened the door of the old house, you pushed him aside gently, entering the house as if stepping on the grass for a few more seconds would melt your feet. Abby chuckled in amusement and sat down on the table to eat her breakfast.
The first days were... weird, to say the least. Abby was used to only hearing the 'moos' from the cows, but your family? yeah, they were noisy as fuck. It was true that when your mother tecnically screamed at you to ask for a favor she felt a pang of annoyance, but at the same time, watching your family turn the lights on in the kitchen or in the bedroom, and even your father trying his best to fix the doors of the barn made her feel less lonely, even comforted.
"I´m afraid that door needs more than oil." She commented, leaving the buckets full of milk she was carrying on the ground, while she wiped the sweat with her forearm.
"Does it? To be honest, I´ve never done something like this before, I´m an office worker." Your father replied, trying to catch his breath.
"Really? And why move from the big city to a farm?" Abby crossed her arms, a bit confused.
"We needed a change, a big change in the routine. Especially my daughter."
She nodded slowly while she processed the information and then, smiled.
"A friend of mine is very good at fixing this kind of stuff, his name is Owen. I´ll call him later and I know he´ll gladly help." The man smiled at her as Abby carried the buckets of milk, that was the last task of the day.
The little chat between your father and her ended the moment she walked away, she ended up calling Owen and he did the job perfectly, just like Abby knew he would do it. She thought that was it until days later, someone knocked timidly on the door. She fixed a few strands of hair and opened the door, finding a sight she had been fantasizing about.
"Um, hi." You told her, holding a casserole wrapped in tinfoil.
"Can I help you?" Abby raised a brow, leaning on the frame of the door, trying to remain cool. But she was overwhelmed by your presence, to say the least. You looked so different compared to her. She could tell just by looking at the clothes you wore, the way you stylized you hair and even the glimmer in your eyes looked like the night lights of the city. She loved that, you were new, and you definitely looked like her next mistake.
"My parents wanted to thank you for calling... Owen?" You paused, furrowing your brows as if trying to remember if that was the correct name. Either way you brushed it off with a smile. "My mother baked this lasagna for you."
Abby smiled slightly, and nodded, receiving the casserole. After an awkward 'good night' she closed the door and sat down on the couch, she had a million questions on her mind, but there was one of them that she really wanted you to answer, was this encounter as pleasant for you as it was for her?
Oh, but of course it was.
You noticed every detail, even if Abigail didn´t.
The morning you arrived, you could not ignore her, standing up in the kitchen counter, cooking. How her muscles flexed whenever she reached for an ingredient, or the way she held that heavy pot filled with whatever she was cooking. You were infatuated.
How could you possibly not be infatuated?
You were there when she left the two buckets on the ground and wiped the sweat off her forehead. The sun hit her face in the most angelic way, her eyes were shining while she chatted with your father. And the way she looked at you when you bumped into each other. And maybe even when she used that kerchief everytime she let her hair down, it looked like it was alive when she rode that beautiful white horse.
You had to give her the lasagna, even though your mother was going to do it. Your hands were shaking as you approached the door, and when you saw her in that tank top, you almost had a heart attack. You tried not to stare but let´s be real, who wouldn't?
The eventual glances, secret smiles and 'accidental' encounters kept going. You looked for each other unconciously. Abby arrived from the local market at times where she knew you´d be outside. And you painted outside whenever you knew she´d be riding her horse.
You gave another brushstroke. The sun was setting and it was your favorite thing to paint. It was something that you knew would turn out great and perhaps you didn´t feel prepared to get out of your comfort zone when it came to your paintings, that could be found in every corner of your house.
"That´s pretty, but have you thought about painting you favorite person?" Her footsteps when approaching were silent, that´s why you flinched when you heard her voice.
"Abby!" You exclaimed, shaking your head and at the same time smiling widely. "Favorite person? You mean my mom?" You played dumb, pretending to be lost in your thoughts.
"Oh, so it´s not me?" Abby feigned offense, pretending to wipe the invisible tears forming on her eyes.
"I struggle with anatomy."
"I don´t see a problem, I´d be your model everytime you need me until you memorize the features you love to stare at when you think nobody´s watching." Abby commented, with a playful smile.
You froze for a few seconds before leaving the brush aside, and turned around to face her.
She looked beautiful when the sun was the only lightning available, but you knew that already. Neither of you broke eye contact, and neither of you spoke with words, since feelings was the option you both chose.
Abby´s dogs ran through the prairie, the grass leaned towards the South and two lovers with a silent pact observed each other while the wind rises.
