Your blog is so amazing I love it!! So much!! how would the brothers react to an mc who gets sick in the heat and so they keep their room really cold? I personally can't be outside in the summer for very long bc I'll get nauseous and distraught and i sleep in a very cold room with lots of fans going. I just wonder if the boys would put up with it for the mc?
you’re an absolute sweetheart and I love you so much ;;; they would do anything to make sure you were comfortable, i can tell you that much! ahh I hope your keeping cool this summer! it’s getting hotter and hotter, so please, hydrate before you diedrate
Upon your arrival at the House of Lamentation, Lucifer asked you for a list of requests - accommodations to make your new life a bit easier. From your short list of demands, the one that stuck out the most to him was your wish to keep the house at a crisp sixty-five degrees.
He never questioned you. Every morning, he woke up just a bit earlier to set the thermostat, and was the last to fall asleep to make sure it was kept at an agreeable temperature for you. However, as the prince’s right hand man, there were certain responsibilities that kept him from his home, and one night in particular, he had to spend the night in the human realm. Before he left, he asked his brothers to keep the house at your preferred temperature, leaving little post-it notes around the house just in case they forgot.
In a drunken haze, Asmodeus accidentally turned it the thermostat up, finding the house far too cold for his inebriated self.
An agreeable temperature for Asmodeus turned out to be way too hot for you, especially in the unbearable heat of the Devildom, and after a couple hours, you passed out in the entrance hall.
Lucifer was the first to find you, dropping his suitcases and rushing over to you. You groaned as he hoisted you onto your shoulder, legs carrying both of you to the living room at an inhuman speed. He laid you down gently on the couch, immediately using his abilities to bring your body temperature down. After making sure you were comfortable, he got up, ready to rip Asmodeus a new one when you placed a hand on his cheek.
“It’s not his fault, Lucifer, I never told anyone,” you murmured. “Please don’t blame Asmo.”
The apologetic look on your face calmed him just a bit, keeping him by your side for the rest of the night. From that day forward, he was definitely more careful around you, making sure you never fell sick like that again.
The thermostat had been broken for almost a week, and Mammon was starting to become worried.
He’d known about your condition for a while. He may not look like it, but Mammon was quite the observing creature, quietly watching you, analyzing you for the better part of the semester. The first time he'd noticed something was up, it was a particularly hot day. You’d been feeling a little under the weather, and none of the cold remedies he’d prepared for you for working. In a last minute effort to try and help you, he brought one of the fans from his room and placed it right next to you on your nightstand. After about five minutes, he saw the color seep back into your skin, and you rolled off the bed.
“Do you feel better?” he asked.
You nodded, pressing the back of your hand against your cheek. “A little bit,” you replied. “Thank you for trying to help me, Mammon.”
He puffed his chest out excitedly. “Of course! Anything for my human.”
After that day, he made sure to keep a small backpack on him filled with a cold compress, a water bottle, and a portable fan, following you around like a puppy. The week the thermostat had been broken, he kept trying to keep you out of the house, pushing you towards Purgatory Hall and their working AC.
“You’re my human, I wouldn’t let you be uncomfortable,” he’d say. “I brought an umbrella. Let’s go for a walk!”
Because his demon form mirrored that of a serpent, Leviathan had grown into certain snake-like characteristics. One of these traits was an aversion to heat, so out of all his brothers, he could definitely relate to your preference to the cold.
It was an especially hot day, the heat forcing you to maroon yourself in your bed in front of a fan you’d stolen from the living room. You were falling asleep when you heard the door opened, opening one eye when the dipped nderneath new weight. You felt something - someone - fall over your stomach, eliciting a pained groan from you.
You blinked in confusion, shooting Leviathan a lazy glare as he curled up against your chest. “You’re heavy,” you mumbled.
“You took the fan, you take the punishment.” Leviathan pressed his cheek against your bare shoulder, slapping away the hands trying to push him off. “You feel so nice.”
“No-one else was using it,” you defended. “I thought it wasn’t that hot!”
“My brothers have gotten used to living in hell, but I definitely haven’t,” Leviathan explained. “My body has always been acclimated to the cooler temperatures of the celestial realm. If I overheat, I turn into a snake.”
The image of Leviathan as a cute little a garden snake made you giggle, and he screeched when he saw you reaching for the fan string..
He always wondered why you wore shorts and tank tops in the dead of winter.
Having grown accustomed to hell’s high temperatures, he was a bit concerned when you told him about your heat exhaustion. If you couldn’t survive high temperatures, then why didn’t you say anything to Lord Diavolo when you first arrived? The Devildom was prone to unimaginably unbearable heat waves that even he couldn’t handle - how did you expect to survive? You refused to voice your concern to the prince, nor did you let Satan say anything to his older brother, so in the wake of your stubbornness, he would try and do everything he could to make sure you comfortable. Like Mammon, Satan would keep a fan and a water bottle on his person at all times just in case you got too hot. Humans were already fragile enough, and putting a heat-sensitive one in the middle of hell? That was just cruel.
Being born demon, his body had acclimated to the scorching temperatures of the Devildom, and being in a cold area sometimes messed with his system. Going into your room without a sweater or even a long-sleeved shirt had him developing a slight fever, so he had to be careful whenever he was around you. Whereas he kept a fan on him, you made sure to keep every corner of the house stocked with sweaters and blankets, keeping gloves and a thin scarf in your bag for whenever he got cold.
“We’re like a symbiotic relationship, you and I,” he’d joke. “We’re kind of like a husband and wife.”
Your heat exhaustion would make certain activities rather difficult, but he’d sacrifice anything for the sake of your comfort.
A couple weeks after you began your year at RAD, Asmodeus asked you to accompany him and Mammon to their favorite hot springs. Uncomfortable with voicing your concerns to the two brothers, you followed them without question, dipping your toes in the unbearably hot pool before residing yourself to an evening of sitting against the rocks behind them. You spent the whole night taking, fanning yourself to keep yourself from passing out, but to no avail. After almost two hours of sitting by the hot springs, you fainted.
Mammon screamed. Asmodeus pushed himself out of the hot springs, forgoing his towel as he rushed to your side. He picked you up, rushing you back to your room and placing about a hundred fans around your body.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” For the first time in a very, very long time, Asmodeus was angry. Angry at you, for not trusting him enough, but even angrier at himself for not noticing your discomfort. “You seem to constantly forget that you’re human - you can die really easily, especially here!”
“You looked so comfortable, I didn’t want to ruin your night.”
Asmodeus threw his hands up in the air, and you laughed as he began to garble unintelligibly. “I would rather have my night ruined than have you go through this again. Next time, tell me!”
After a heavy workout, coming into your room was a nice treat.
Beelzebub was the type of creature who naturally ran hot, and with his affinity for physical activity, he was extremely prone to overheating. He was definitely one to understand your sensitivity to heat, keeping an extra water bottle on his person just in case you ever decided to join him.
Your room was the first place he went to after coming home, ditching his shoes as the door and making a beeline for the polar haven you’d created for yourself, sighing with relief as the air from the twenty fans you had around your bed hit him. One evening, after a particularly hard workout, he arrived at your bedroom door, not even bothering to knock. He removed his shirt, throwing it in a random corner of your room before falling into bed with you.
“Hello, my penguin,” he said teasingly. “It’s nice to be back in the arctic.”
You stuck your tongue out at him, smacking his head lightly as he draped a sweaty arm over your chest. “You’re all sweaty, Beel!” you cried. “Go take a shower and then come back to me!”
He gave you a knowing smirk. “Come shower with me?”
You kicked him off your bed.
Unlike his twin, Belphegor always ran cold, always finding himself in need of extra warmth.
The first time he came into your bedroom, the blast of cold hair hit him like a two ton truck. He shrieked, running away from the army of electric fans you had surrounding your bed. He came back five minutes later, wrapped in about fifty blankets and his brother’s winter coat.
“I don’t like the cold.” he told you as he joined you on your bed. “Stop staring at me like that, I get sick really easily.”
In spite of the “freezing” temperatures you liked to keep your room at, it would never stop him from spending time with you - he’d just bring extra blankets, making sure they were a material that could stay cold on the outside and warm within. He’d burrito himself before cuddling up next to you.
“Life hacked,” he’d say as you both got comfortable.
“How are you not hot?” you asked as you eyed the thick blanket wrapped around his body. “Just looking at you makes me want to crawl into a refrigerator.”
“Shut up, Frosty the Snowman, I’m doing this so I can spend time with you. Now cuddle me.”
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