FWB with Sylus but you tell yourself it’s the last time. You spend the last night with him tangled in the sheets. Fingers dug into the sheets and it felt incredible and when it’s all said and done you get dressed again and head out.
You try to move on… but somehow it ends poorly and next thing you know it’s back into Sylus’s sheets. He’s always said he cannot commit to a relationship and he still holds firm on that.. so why does your heart ache so much?
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Anyways if you know any please let me know!! I did one through Ivy (I wanna get url) for MK and LOVED it. Thank you guys!!
i have made the final decision to start a ko-fi for my priced works! a few weeks ago i was scrolling on etsy and found a similar artist just like this, but ... after some time, my friend and i put our heads together and realized that it was ai the entire time ... i am against ai in any creative spaces .
to be a bit vulnerable with you all , i have been struggling a lot with money as of late . i have a part time job but it's not nearly enough to cover my bills and rent all in one ... plus my health condition makes it hard to work , so it's just a huge cycle that i just can't get out of . i really didn't know what else to do , other than this . i have been putting this on and off for months , but it's finally time !!
i hope you guys give it a try, even once, see if you like it! i'll make sure not to disappoint <3
my ko-fi is ariasorbit , i don't offer returns as it is a digital project. however , i will revise my work however many times you see fit . i write for multi-fandoms , if i do not know your character , i will be doing a ton of research . if you have any other questions , please let me know ! and if you're able, please leave some tips <3
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Being in a relationship with Rafayel can be hard sometimes and frustrating. It always feels like he never takes you seriously. His light hearted tone and the constant tone makes it near impossible to get anything across to him. And then when you do try to convey that, his expression wavers for a moment. “Really? Is that how you feel?” And there is no real resolution, he just clings to you but somehow… somehow, it always returns back to the feeling
I originally wrote this on a small L&D discord server teehee
Angst bc. I like angst.
Sylus I can see having a very… odd relationship. He’s very on and off and it can be due to work but sometimes it just FEELS like he’s starving you of attention because he hardly acknowledges you for weeks due to work related stuff and it never is intentional. It happens. And then when he comes back, he showers you with love but then it always ends up back where you came from. But he isn’t even manipulating you. It’s just how he can be
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cw: He’s whipped. It’s slightly suggestive but it’s pure fluff.
Would Clark Kent get on his knees for you if you asked?
Yes.
In fact, you did jokingly ask him to get on his knees. But your heart stopped for a moment when you watched him silently sink to his knees with no questions asked. His hands move onto your thighs, massaging them silently. His head tilted up to meet your gaze.
“I… was joking Clark,” you manage to get out with a nervous laugh. A warmth spreads across your cheeks that is impossible to ignore. And the warmth that begins to go down south…
But he did not waver for a moment.
“That’s fine… I like doing the things you ask me to,” he murmurs as he presses a kiss to the back of your hand. Then more kisses follow as his lips travel up your arms, all filled with equal love. He adored you and worshipped the very ground you walked on.
Okay but imagine Sylus and you lying in bed while he rakes his fingers through your hair. His fingers had the tendency to massage into your scalp and you never complained. It was just one of those things that helped you fell asleep at night, after all those long days.
Warnings : Random break down, very vague, you get hugged like you deserve to be, also very short.
“Y/N’s what’s wrong?”
You blink a couple of times, your eyes feel heavier than before. Your hand goes up to dab the bottom eyelid to feel your skin, feeling the slight dampness of the skin. Your eyes go up to see a concerned expression on his face. He looked troubled, and yet you had no idea why you had tears rolling down your face and falling into your lap.
“I... I don't know why.” Your voice cracks a bit, more tears race down your cheeks and you feel your pants become more damp. You couldn’t control the sob that escapes your mouth, the way your body forces itself into a ball and your arms hold you. Your legs try to block the view of the man who sat across from you.
You hear fabric rustling and very soft footsteps making their way toward you. A gentle hand sets itself on your head and moves down to your shoulder.
“What can I do for you?” he asks his voice tender and laced with concern for your well-being. Your head lifts a bit to meet his eyes, and you are sure it’s not a pretty sight to see you in such a state.
“I just suddenly feel terrible. I was just hit with the feeling that I’m a burden I just.” Your voice cracked and seemed to shrivel up into nothing. Leaving your mouth dry and unable to come up with any more words to say.
A pair of arms wrap around you slowly and rock you back and forth slowly, a hand on your back moves up and down in a soothing motion. You feel more heavy tears roll down your cheeks and soak into the fabric of his shirt.
“You are not a burden, please don't give up like this, dear. You are so important to me that I'm not sure what I would be doing without you,” his voice was calm and soothing, but you can feel his arms start shaking just a little bit. God, how could he have not noticed all of this sooner?
“I-I’m sorry, I should just get a better grip of myself.” You wanted to beat yourself up for shoving your problems onto him like this, it was unfair and this was not why he was in your room to begin with.
“Please do not apologize, let’s talk about how you feel okay? You need to find healthier ways of coping.”
Could you write something with the brothers about our MC being particularly unsettled after Belphie killed them (flinching around him/being hypervigilant, trouble sleeping ect) and one night asking them to not leave them alone with him?
mc who's uncomfy around belphie
gn!reader, spoilers for ch16
LUCIFER locked Belphegor up for a reason, and he can't help but feel a shared responsibility in what happened to you. Maybe he should've tried to sway you away from the attic more, monitored what you did more. He'll gladly stick by your side if you let him whenever you have to be around Belphie. He'll even give the youngest a few choice words, along the lines of he's not opposed to putting him back in the attic if anything happens to you again.
When he hears your request, he'll not leave your side until your sleeping soundly. He's tempted to sleep by your side the entire night, and he contemplates it for a while. He stays beside you, a protective arm wrapping around you and caging you to his chest. It takes a while for him to sleep.
MAMMON is attached to your side like a koala ready to pounce. He's your first man, and he vowed to protect you, but he didn't mean it when he told you to die if he couldn't protect you! He sleeps in your bed, he brushes his teeth with you in the morning and he's right there by your side from the minute you open your eyes until you close them. He never wants to feel the way again when he held you dying in his arms. If Belphegor even speaks a word to you, he's ready to fist fight.
You won't even get the chance to ask him to not leave you alone with Belphegor, because you are never alone. Not even when you need to use the bathroom to pee.
LEVIATHAN passes over the whole incident with ease. He's blissfully unaware how unsettled you are around Belphegor unless you explicitly tell him so. His room's always opened for his true friend, after all. He tries not to focus on the fact his own brother killed you and tries to focus on the fact that you're here, you're alive, and you're in his room. He'll easily take your mind off your unease with anime and games.
He feels a bit awkward; he won't leave you alone with him per se, he just doesn't know what to do, or what to do for you. He sits awkwardly playing on his switch on your bed, trying to tell himself it's a serious moment and he shouldn't be happy he gets to sleep beside you. He'll let you watch him play until you feel content.
SATAN is angry. He's vengeful and nasty and he doesn't reconcile with Belphegor that easily. He feels the burning hot anger boil within him whenever he sees you visibly uncomfortable being around his brother. He prides himself on being able to control himself, so he excuses himself and you out of the situation and takes you back to his room or the library to do something else. He doesn't want to talk about it; he doesn't want to be mad at his brother.
Having you ask him not to leave you alone with Belphegor has him doing the all to familiar routine. Grabbing a hold of your wrist a little too tightly and whisking you from the room into an area of comfort. He reads to you until you feel better, tucked up in his bed or curled up in a bean bag in the library. He'll read to you as long as you like.
ASMODEUS is understanding and caring. He's quick to scoop you up in his arms and whisk you away before you even get yourself in a situation where you need to interact with Belphegor. He always has something to do; going shopping, helping him pick out an outfit for the party he's going to, help him what shade of lipstick looks best with this eyeshadow... He just knows all your comforts and things that make you uneasy.
He'll gladly take you back to his room. He has a lock on the door, his own personal bathroom, anything you could need so you don't need to run into Belphie. He'll caress your face as you try to sleep, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and telling you he's right by your side for as long as you want him to be.
BEELZEBUB is conflicted. He loves being your friend, and being around you- but he also loves his twin. He just wishes you two would get along, but he knew what Belphie did was bad. He hates the situation and tries to get you two to awkwardly interact and become friends again. He even makes Belphegor promise him he'll never hurt you again. He thinks that should be enough to make up.
Asking him to not leave you alone with Belphie is heart breaking to him. It's not fair to make him chose. He doesn't want to. He can't. But Beel can make you feel protected and safe and he promises you he'll never let his brother touch you again. He'll wrap you up in his arms, and tell you everything's okay.
BELPHEGOR scoffs whenever he sees you flinch or the eyebags under your eyes. He knows you have nightmares over him, and you have restless nights. He sees you always looking over your shoulder whenever he's made himself comfortable at whatever furniture is in the room. He thinks it's irritating, but he knows he deserves it after everything he did.
Hearing you ask one of his brothers to not be left alone with him is like a sudden wake up call to him. You're that scared of him. It conjures a feeling of discomfort in his stomach, and he realises- is this what you feel when you're around him? He vows to make it up to you. Only so the this feeling goes away, he thinks. But he knows he's lying to himself.
Warnings: Religious trauma aimed more from Christianity and Guilt.
Notes: I made this about MC with religious trauma, this is no offense to Christians it’s just from personal experience but I kept it vague.
Everywhere you went, he was there. He seemed to embody your past, trying to bring you back to something you were just able to escape. He would always greet you with a bright smile and a good morning, and you would mumble something incoherent back and walk past him. But he always appeared and there was no escape.
Did he do anything wrong specifically? Not at all, he was almost unrealistically perfect. Almost how your parents were, the only one in the wrong was you. All you had to do was walk past as if nothing happened, maybe then he’ll disappear and vanish from existence. Just anything so you didn’t feel the shame of your past, not being able to live up to the expectations of everyone else. The thoughts seemed to only fill your mind, repeating every moment you were stuck in the household that forced you to rely on someone who wasn’t even physically there for you.
“Ah Y/N, do you think-“ Simeon starts, smiling at you softly. His hand was reached out a bit towards you.
“Sorry Simeon, I have other business to attend to.” You walk off quickly, not wanting to be near him at all. His eyes watch as you quickly dart off elsewhere. You felt a little guilty, it wasn’t the first time he tried to approach you, but each time you slip away. He probably had no ill intent but it just made your stomach twist into knots.
But somehow, escaping couldn’t solve everything, unfortunately. Not when you were trapped in the library, sitting across the table from each other. The drumming heartbeat only made the urge to take up the flight response stronger. Simeon glances up at you, noticing how uncomfortable you seem in his presence.
“Y/N, can I talk to you? I’ve been noticing how uncomfortable you seem to be around me…Perhaps maybe I’ve done something in the past? If so I apologize for my actions,” Simeon says, his expression as soft and calm as always. Your eyes couldn’t stare back into his own eyes for any more than a second.
“Y/N, you can talk to me…I’m not here to judge.” His voice was soothing, it sounded so genuine it hurt a little and the guilt was overwhelming.
“You…Never did anything wrong,” your voice starts, cracking a bit. Simeon nods a little to try to understand, it was clear though that he was a bit confused about what you were trying to get it.
“Maybe it’s because you are an angel?” You can feel the tears welling up, everything came back just from talking to Simeon. It always did, Simeon seems to understand a little, he gently puts a hand over yours.
“It’s just… I’ve been around Christianity through my childhood and it was hell for me. Religion trapped me in a home where I never felt quite safe. The god that the Bible seems to worship so much always seemed to have something against me.” You began, Simeon listens very intently, his thumb gently running along your hand slowly. He was humming quietly but there was no judgment on his face, he was sympathizing with you.
“Ah… So the human Bible, right? I do recall it was translated many times and at this point, it’s not even accurate really. It’s bound to keep losing its accuracy over time and from people's own opinion getting mixed with the word from my father,” he starts and smiles at you softly. “Y/N please don’t worry, I’m not here to correct how you live at all, all I care about is you live your best life. Religion or not, I don’t care.”
“So…You won’t try to convert me back or shame me for leaving?” The question made him shake his head slowly. You relax a bit, feeling more comfortable around him.
“I think…Rather than having you suffer your entire life, it’s much easier to live however you want. Anyone can understand that a human life is so short and yet they spend it all to devote themselves and shame others for not wanting the same, it’s not fair is it?” You nod at him, it was true. Of course, it can’t undo your childhood that caused so much pain. But it can put you at ease for now.
You finally look at Simeon in the eyes, and your eyes met. His sincere expression remains and had no reason to leave anytime soon. You felt a tear fall down from your eye and you quickly wipe it away.
sorry for the two asks in a row, read your post on breakdowns with the brothers, wondered if you could do breakdowns with the side characters? tysm, love your writing!! <3333
Hello, of course! I had fun writing this, sorry it came so late, I had trouble thinking of something for Solomon
Also I hope you don't mind, but I wasn't comfy with including Luke, please, enjoy :)
Reader is gender neutral
Warnings: angst, brief thoughts of s/h, lots of crying, swearing, MC pulls their hair
Word count: 5.8k
Diavolo ♥
• Diavolo’s a tricky case, there are some days when he has a few quiet moments to himself that he just lets it all out, and sometimes he’ll just ignore his negative emotions until it gets too bad. He’s seen Lucifer have his emotional drunk moments, but given that they’re usually drunk together, he doesn’t know how to handle other people.
• It was just a regular “meeting” or really just hanging out at the Demon Lord’s castle. Over the past few weeks, things were just building up, but today felt especially bad. You were in one of the castle’s many rooms with Barbatos, Lucifer, and Diavolo.
• “So, how are those brothers treating you?” Diavolo smiled, sipping on a cup of piping hot tea in front of him, admittedly with a metric fuck-ton of sugar.
• “Same as always...” Lucifer rubbed his temple, “but MC’s always a big help with them.”
• “I’m glad.”
• Slowly, their words started to make less and less sense as you absentmindedly stared at the floor, their conversation turning into a mess of static in your mind.
• The room was cool to the point of getting goosebumps, yet small beads of sweat gathered near your hairline.
• “Isn’t that right, MC?” You were snapped out of your thoughts by Lucifer saying your name. You directed your gaze back up to the three men, shaking your head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that?”
• “I asked if I was right.” He looked into your eyes, his gaze making you squirm in your seat. On normal days, this would’ve been fine, but everything felt too uncomfortable and awful and just... ew.
• “I-I’m sorry, I meant the thing before that.” The skin on your cheeks felt like they were on fire, your voice cracking slightly as your mouth became devoid of any moisture.
• “Oh, yes. I said you were working hard on your studies.”
• “Oh-” you cleared your throat, hastily taking a sip of your tea in hopes to wet your tongue enough to comfortably speak, and maybe to wash down the lump in your throat. “Yes, I have been working hard.”
• You stood up “If you don’t mind, could you give me directions to the restroom?”
• “Would you like Barbatos to lead you?” Lord Diavolo tilted his head, his crimson hair shining beneath the slightly yellowed lighting of the large room.
• “No, thank you.”
• “Understood.” Barbatos pointed out the door. “Out that door, to the right, 4th door on the left.” He instructed.
• “Thank you.” You were quick to skitter off, mumbling the directions he gave to you over and over until you found the bathroom.
• You quickly shut the door, taking a double take over the bathroom that never ceased to surprise you. The mirror alone was probably worth more than a collage tuition, with an intricately carved mahogany frame, a few of the details popping out because of the gold leaf speckling different areas.
• You slid down against the wall, taking a few rough gulps of air as you tried to steady yourself. The clothes on your back felt like they stuck to your body too much, you were far too aware of your tongue, how it didn’t feel like it was resting in the right place.
• The tears began to pour, choked sobs coming from your cinched throat as you hung your head. You let out a brief cough as you choked on your tears, trying to stay as quiet as possible.
• You failed to notice the footsteps coming from down the hall over your own whimpers and squeaky breaths.
• Until the doorknob turned.
• You staggered for the door, your knees smacking against the cold tile as your fingertips brushed against the lock on the door. You were too slow, Lord Diavolo opened the door, humming a soft tune.
• “Oh, my goodness! MC I’m so sorry I forgot you were in h...” He looked down at you, at how disheveled you looked, little whisps of hair sticking to the tears coating your face, your chest heaving with uneven breaths.
• “What happened?! Are you okay?!” he dropped to his knees beside you, his brows knitting together with concern. “Do you want me to get Barbatos? I’ll get Barbatos-”
• “Wait!” You croaked out, reaching for his arm, “please... I’m not- I don’t- I’m... I don’t want anyone else to see me like this, please, Lord Diavolo...”
• He was hesitant to touch you at first. “What do you want me to do?” His hand hovered over yours for a moment before landing on the back of your hair that was firmly planted on his arm.
• “I don’t know.” You sobbed, sucking in a breath. “I don’t know anything; I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.”
• He moved closer to your trembling form, enveloping you in a hug, which might’ve pressed you up against his man tiddies, but it’s not like that hurt anything.
• “Is it the Devildom? Would you like to go home?” He asked, his heart twinging with a distant sadness.
• “N-no... I just get like this sometimes. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” You said, your voice nothing but a rough whisper against his clothes.
• “Come, I’ll tell Barbatos and Lucifer not to disturb us.” He scooped one of his arms on the backs of your knees, using his other to coax one of your arms over his shoulder, cool to the touch against your feverish skin.
• You tried to compose yourself as he lifted you off the ground with ease, looking down at you, deep in thought. “Would you like to sit out in the garden with me? Perhaps to get some fresh air? Or you may rest on my bed, if you prefer to bundle up and take a nap or something of the sort.
• The two of you both decide to go to the garden together. He set you down on a beautifully crafted granite bench, drawing his D.D.D from his pocket. “As I said, I will inform all of the staff, along with Lucifer and Barbatos, to leave us be. Does that sound alright with you?”
• You shook out your sweaty hands, trying to cool your face in the same stroke. The outside air was certainly cooler than inside, with the moon and stars casting a gentle silverish-blue light upon Diavolo’s bright red hair. “Yes.. Thank you. And I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to see me like that and it’s nothing wrong with the Devildom, I love it here; it’s just that sometimes everything just feels like too much and some people say I overreact because it seems like whenever I have a breakdown it’s over the small stuff. B-but it’s not because of small stuff, it’s just the small stuff keeps building up until a little thing sends me into a frenzy and-” Your lungs begged for air as you spoke, until you had no more to give.
• Diavolo waited for a few seconds, waiting for anything else you had to say. “I understand. Well, I can’t say I understand you completely, people are very different from one another, but I can say I see where you’re coming from. And if you were to ask me, MC.” He took your shaking hands in one of his, “I, personally, don’t think you overreact at all. You’ve been so calm and accommodating to everything here in the Devildom, a feat which not many humans can achieve. I don’t think you fully understand how big of a deal that is.”
• He plucked a rose from a nearby bush, the underside of the blooming petals crafted from shadow, and the center of the flower was filled with bright neon colors that glowed in the eternal night of the devildom.
• “And because of that, MC, I’m proud of what you’ve become.” He stripped the thorns from the rose with the nail on his thumb, gently tucking the stem behind your ear.
Barbatos ♥
• This bitch is a robot.
• Barbatos does not have breakdowns.
• And if he did? You wouldn’t be able to tell.
• He doesn’t know how to take a goddamn break. If he feels stressed, he gets restless, and if he gets restless, he works.
• And if there’s nothing to do, because he again, never takes a break and already has everything done? He bakes.
• He is predictable in a sense that he’s good at everything, and he’s so consistant that you could mistake him for a machine
• He is terrifying, he is the most subtle and beautiful chaos you’ve ever seen.
• He is Barbatos.
• And that’s how you came to this moment.
• Another sleepover that Lord Diavolo had invited you, and all of the brothers to.
• You love the brothers, you really do. They’re good company, and they’re entertaining. But holy fuck are they clingy, and loud, and do they always have to be at war with one another?
• Belphie was laying his head on your thighs, Asmo practically draping himself over the lower half of your legs like some sort of cat. Satan was laying his head on your stomach, his legs kicked up over each other as he read a book.
• How he could read, much less see, with how dark the room was? You had no idea. Demon fuckery, probably.
• Leviathan didn’t touch you with any of his regular limbs, rather, he was in his demon form, with the tip of his tail wrapped around your ankle as he laid a little bit away from you, playing a video game on his phone.
• Beel, thankfully, was just holding your hair while he laid on the floor, his large hand resting heavily against yours.
• And then... and then there was Mammon. He was clinging to your arm; you were sure he’d wrap his legs around your waist and stick there the entire night if Satan wasn’t in the way.
• There was no Lucifer to save you, either, he was in another room, separated from both you and the brothers, which was totally unfair.
• And Diavolo, obviously, was in his own room.
• You began to wriggle in their grasp, “hey, I need to go to the bathroom, I’ll be back, if I’m not back soon then just go to bed without me.”
• Mammon let out a quiet whine, rubbing his face against your shoulder, obviously half asleep.
• Satan sat up, swift to smack him on the back of the head with his book. “Get up.”
• Mammon quickly unstuck himself from you, rubbing the back of his head, rolling over and curling up once more.
• Everyone else evacuated off you, leaving you to stand up and quickly scramble off. The urge to get away was strong, yet the feelings weren’t there, at least not yet. Your head felt empty; devoid of all coherent thought, as silent as the cold halls of the castle, all of the lights off.
• Numb
• You wandered until you stepped into what must’ve been the main kitchen. It had to be some sort of commercial kitchen, not the type you would see in a house, but rather a work place. The tile was cool beneath your feet, your eyes slowly adjusting to the unforgiving dark.
• Everything was stainless steel aside from the dishes you could see, all different shades of red, with edges of night and gold.
• Were this the house of lamentation, you might have sat on the counter, but given that you were a guest, you opted on seating yourself on the floor.
• You stared at the grout beneath the tiles, the edges of your vision mushing together the longer your gaze stayed still, the edges of cupboards swirling with the air around you.
• It felt like hours before your eyes begin to sting from being open so long, making your eyes water. Tears begin to fall down your cheeks, slipping onto your shirt and dampening the fabric, all while you couldn’t be bothered to care, or rather, you wanted to ignore it. Pretend you were just tired, or you weren’t really sad.
• Were you sad, though? It was difficult to pinpoint exactly how you felt. Sad, angry, anxious? Just upset.
• Without taking your eyes off that spot, you slowly hugged your knees to your chest, your face contorting; lips quivering, and nose scrunching up slightly.
• Before you knew it, you were nothing but a puddle of quiet sobs, shaking like a leaf and sniffling. Your tears dripped down onto the corners of your mouth, covering your lips with salt.
• “I had a feeling somebody was in here.” You heard from behind you.
• Your throat grew tight, your heart pounding in your chest.
• Barbatos.
• Half of you wanted to turn around, but the other half wanted to pretend that it was just your mind playing tricks on you, that you didn’t actually hear somebody, but deep down, you knew you’d been caught.
• Slowly, you turned, aggressively swiping at your face to get rid of the tears. There he was, towering over you, inspecting a white tea cup, decorated with cold leaf. He wiped away a smudge with a towel in hand. He turned his gaze down to you, setting the tea cup aside. “What has upset you, MC?”
• You were hesitant to answer him, after all, he was the least emotional person here, it felt weird to mention this to him.
• “I just... I don’t know. I don’t know what’s wrong.” You hiccupped, avoiding his sharp gaze. You made sure to keep his short and sweet, not wanting to hold up any of his time.
• Was he... still in his work clothes?
• Does he even own pajamas?
• “Ah, I understand. You feel as though you’re generally just upset, though you feel like you don’t deserve to feel upset because nothing necessarily happened that’s been out of the ordinary? Is that the case?”
• You opened your mouth to explain further, but... “yes, that’s... spot on, actually.”
• “Come, take my hand.” He held out one of his gloved hands, waiting for you to grab onto it.
• After a moment of consideration, you did so, allowing the demonic butler to pull you up off the floor, gently steadying you.
• With a snap of his fingers, a chair appeared, shrouded in a soft green glow as it warped into the room. He gestured to the seat of the chair, nodding his head formally. “Please, sit. I will prepare something to calm your nerves. In the meantime, please, MC, tell me how you are feeling.”
• In your gut, you knew he was aware exactly how you felt, he could probably just tell. That was already proven by how he pretty much read your thoughts aloud, but still, it feels different when you actually talk about it.
• “I mean... you kind of already said it. Nothing major has happened recently, but I just feel awful, I guess. I can’t tell if I’m annoyed or sad, but I feel like I’ve just been numb for a while and then all of a sudden, I just needed to... get away from everyone.”
• “Would you describe it as drowning?” Barbatos approached the stove, lighting the pilot light beneath one of the burners with a long match. He filled a kettle with water and placed it on the burner, then reached into a cupboard, pulling out a glass jar, filled with tea leaves, and a label you couldn’t quite make out through your watery eyes, and the fact that the kitchen was still dark, the only light available being the stove.
• “I would think so. Like when you’re holding your breath and you’re fine at first, and then you start to squirm, and the more you squirm, the more you need air.”
• He scooped a little bit of the tea into a strainer, clasping it shut and setting it inside the porcelain cup. “Is it also the case that you feel alright until you think about it?”
• “Yeah, kind of like when you feel bad, but you aren’t quiet crying, and then someone asks if you’re alright, and you realize that you’re not really alright. And really, you’re the furthest thing from feeling alright.” Slowly, your crying began to cease as you watched his dexterous hands, the pearly white of his gloves standing out against his dark outfit.
• He swiped his slender index finger across one of the countertops, rubbing it against his thumb with a thoughtful hum. He ducked down to beneath the sink, withdrawing a rag and some sort of cleaner. “Do you sometimes feel like those brothers treat you as something that comforts them, rather than someone who also needs comfort?” He asked as he sprayed the counter, wiping it down thoroughly with the rag. Part of you would bet that the counter was already clean.
• “Y... yes. That would be accurate. It’s like they argue over keeping me near them, instead of spending time with me, if that makes sense.” The more he pointed out ways you didn’t even know you felt, the more you felt like you understood how you felt.
• He put the rag and the cleaner back beneath the sink as the kettle began to whistle softly, billowing steam out from its neck. He checked his watch, eyeing it carefully for about 20 seconds before he finally poured the water in. Somehow, he managed to produce the perfect amount of water from the kettle.
• After about 7 minutes, he pulled the strainer out of the water, shaking it a little over the cup before discarding the soggy leaves inside.
• “Here, this should make you feel a little better.” He presented the cup in front of you.
• Were his eyes glowing?...
Simeon ♥
• Simeon definitely has his moments, but unlike a lot of the Obey Me boys, he has decent ways of coping, so it’s not often that he has a breakdown.
• Also, being the mom friend, he naturally has this 6th sense when people aren’t feeling their best, it’s programmed into his system.
• You had planned a study session at Purgatory Hall with him, given that he knows just about everything there is about well... everything, he’s smart, but never really brings it up.
• The walk from the House of Lamentation to Purgatory Hall wasn’t hard, only a few minutes, but it felt like the quaint little path led on, sprawling out further the longer you walked. You could feel the stones beneath your aching feet just a little more than normal, and the air nipped at your ankles; sinking its icy claws into your exposed skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake.
• After a short walk that dragged on for what felt like forever, you finally reached the door of Purgatory Hall, giving it a few weak knocks, adjusting the book bag that had begun to dig into your shoulder.
• Simeon was quick to answer, greeting you with his smile, sweet as honey. “Hello, MC. I’m so glad you could make it, come in.” He stepped to the side, nodding his head as you stepped through the doorway.
• He immediately had his suspicions, but decided to keep quiet for now. Despite his doubts, there was still a chance that maybe you just had to shake it off, or perhaps the walk was boring.
• “I was actually just making lunch, Solomon and Luke are both out running errands, so it’s just us. You’re free to join me in the kitchen if you’d like, we can study there for a bit. I’ll take your bag, it looks heavy.” He shut the door behind you, turning his gaze back to you.
• “I don’t wanna burden you, Simeon, it’s fine. Thank you for agreeing to help me out.” You suppressed a lengthy yawn, your eyes watering as you did so.
• “You aren’t a burden at all, MC! Really, you’re helping me just as much as I am you, I have trouble with some of the subjects as well.” He carefully pulled the bag off your shoulder, not giving you anymore room to argue.
• “...Thank you.” You said, dragging your feet as you followed him into the kitchen. He set your bag up against one of the counters.
• “Go on, take a seat,” he gently patted his hand against the counter.
• “Are you sure?”
• “Of course, Luke isn’t tall enough to reach some stuff on the top shelf, so he climbs the counter a lot. Sometimes I wonder if those of us who are shorter just don’t feel fear, because I’ve seen him hop down from heights far taller than him. Or you can sit on the floor, if you want, I just want you to feel at home.”
• You didn’t have the energy to act like sitting down somewhere didn’t sound nice, so you abided with his recommendation, hopping up onto the counter and scooting back until your back hit the cool wall behind you.
• “And how about I give you a little quiz?” Simeon worked over the stove, cooking what seemed to be bacon.
• “Mm, that sounds okay.” You leaned your head back, resting it against the wall as you listened to him shuffling around the kitchen, his footfalls soft beneath the tile flooring.
• “Alright, first question, what is the word for ‘curse’ in Latin?”
• You rifled through the words in your head, in a slight daze as your thoughts clouded together. “Uhh, imprecatio, I think. Yeah, that’s what it is.”
• “Correct! Good job. Next question, hmm... after the Devildom was formed, what covered its surface?”
• Sleep tugged angrily at your mind, gnawing away at your coherency. “A forest...”
• “Great! There’s an ancient elixir that needs three ingredients, powdered unicorn hoof, bittergrass root...” the rest of his words faded into the background as you felt your consciousness slip from your grasp.
• “...MC?” Simeon turned to look at you, slumped against the wall with your mouth open a little bit, as if you were about to answer before you fell asleep. “I knew it” He laughed to himself, shaking his head a little as he covered his mouth. “Poor thing, they look so exhausted.”
• The angel turned the stove burner off, carefully coaxing your legs around his waist and hoisting you up onto his hips, taking great care in having a secure grip on you.
• He hummed a gentle tune as he walked out of the kitchen, taking you down the hall to his bedroom. His melodic voice reached your asleep mind, lulling you further into dreamland.
• He fumbled with the door a little, eventually opting on just standing on one foot and opening it with the other.
• And with that, he set you down on his bed, tucked you in, and went back to the door. He took one final glance at you, tilting his head and letting out a quiet “awe... get some rest, you deserve it.” Before he finally shut the light off and closed the door.
• I would say you awoke to it being dark outside but... it’s the devildom. It's always dark.
• Instead, you awoke to the sweet smell of chocolate permeating the house. You slapped your hand out to feel for your phone on the bedside table, only to find that it wasn’t there, being met with nothing, not even the lamp that you kept. Just the cool surface of a wooden bedside table.
• Come to think of it, this didn’t smell like your room, either. Rather, it smelled of flowers, vanilla, and new books.
• Where?... What?...
• It took you a moment to realize that you weren’t in your room, in fact, it took you a moment to remember exactly what’d happened before you’d fallen asleep.
• Simeon cracked the door a little bit, peeking inside. “Oh, you’re awake! Good morning!” he opened the door all the way, two mugs in hand.
• “What... what time is it?” You groaned, slowly sitting up, your back aching.
• “I guess I shouldn’t have said morning.” He went to the other side of the bed, turning on the lamp on that table. “It’s more like nine o’clock.”
• “Nine o’clock?... but... I barely even studied...” guilt began to well in your stomach, regret prominent in your mind. “I just... I just... fell asleep?” Your head spun as you talked, your voice cracking.
• Oh dear god... er, huh, Simeon’s dad, was your mouth dry, and did it taste awful.
• “Yes, you did fall asleep. And I’m glad you did.” Simeon sat on the edge of the bed, holding one of the mugs of bubbly hot coco out to you.
• The edges of your vision swirled and clouded with tears as your lip quivered, the confusion of just waking up and not being able to recall anything striking you like a fast ball. “But... Simeon, that means I wasted your time.” You began to sob, the pressure of being put on the same level as the demon brothers finally catching up to you, all in this one dazed moment in Simeon’s bedroom. “A-and how am I going to pass if I don’t study every day?! I only have so much time and if I’m wasting it by being lazy and falling asleep, I don’t deserve any of this, I don’t deserve to be praised or...” you sniffled, letting out a heavy cough.
• “Hey, MC.” He set the cups down on the bedside table, scooting closer to you. He placed a delicate hand on your lap. “It’s okay that you fell asleep. If you’re well rested, that means you can absorb information.” His thumb gently rubbed along your thigh in a comforting manner. “No grade is above your wellbeing. If it’s too much, I’m sure there are adjustments that can be made. Do you understand how big of a deal it is that you’ve learned this much?”
• You stared into his angelic turquoise eyes, flecked with gold. Somehow, staring into those eyes brought you a little peace. With one look at you, it felt like he understood everything you were feeling, and he had the words to match exactly that.
• “Solomon, Luke and I, the demons at RAD; we’ve all had thousands of years to study, hundreds of years to take in the same information that you’ve only had about a year and a half to learn, do you understand how positively impressive that is? Everybody struggles sometimes, MC, and everybody is fallible no matter what anybody says, you’re allowed to make mistakes. And it’s alright to not know something.”
• You began to tremble the more he spoke, his words striking all the right chords in your heart. “I just... I don’t know how to take all of this in, I still have all of my knowledge about the history of the human world, and now having to relearn world history, but for the Devildom... it just feels so weird, and I’m really, really, trying. But it... it... it...” You stammered a few more times, trying to regain your bearings. “It feels like everything's melting together and this feels like I can’t possibly learn it all in time.”
• “Come here, my lamb.” He opened his arms to you, an empathetic smile gracing his features.
• You crawled toward him, flinging your arms around him tightly as you cried into his shoulder.
• He was warm, and smelled exactly like the room you were in. Slowly, he began to pat and rub your back, speaking softly into your ear. “There you go, just let it all out, it’s okay to cry. I know times get tough, and it’s alright to admit that. You’ll be alright, it’ll all work out. I believe in you.”
• When Simeon felt your shaking and sobbing slowly die down, he leaned back, looking into your eyes. “Now, would you like some hot coco? Solomon and Luke are home.”
• “Yes...” You sniveled, wiping at your eyes and mouth “Please...”
• He let out a breathy laugh, rubbing the top of your head. “Alright, then.”
Solomon ♥
• Solomon hasn’t had a breakdown in a while. He’s, how do you say it? Desensitized to so much shit.
• But nevertheless, he’s human, he gets it a little more than his demonic and angelic peers.
• Currently, the two of you were in potions class, in the middle of a mini-test.
• The task was simple to the untrained eye, just mix two liquids, drink it, and allow the instructor to see how your body and voice changed.
• He had already gone, he was assigned to turn into an older woman with brown hair, which he’d done with ease, and was now already back in his typical form.
• The instructor approached you, watching as your hands frantically scrambled around your lab station, your heart pounding, your mind succumbing to your anxiety.
• Solomon leaned on his knuckles, idly tracing the intricate swirly grain of the lab station he was at, humming softly to himself as he occasionally looked up to glance at you.
• You knocked over a vial.
• The sorcerer flicked his index and middle fingers up, eyeing the vial intensely as it quickly levitated itself up and back onto its stand.
• “Great job catching yourself, MC.” The instructor nodded, gesturing for you to continue.
• You gave Solomon a weak smile, hesitantly pouring in one of the liquids in a different tube, slowly drizzling another in.
• You peered into the small cast iron cauldron on your lab station, smiling in relief as different reds and purples swirled around on the surface, dancing with one another as they mixed.
• It was only when yellow and green began to bubble up to the top that you got concerned... it wasn’t supposed to bubble, and those were the opposite colors you were aiming for.
• It began to bubble over, quickly expanding and turning into a thick foam, covering the desk in a sticky, marshmallow-like substance.
• That was the final straw for you already anxiety-ridden self. You stood up without another word and darted for the door, nearly tripping over a stool. The door fluttered shut in your wake, only leaving the lingering smell of you for Solomon to cling to.
• You took a few different turns, before ducking down against the wall and curling your knees to your chest. Humiliated sobs racked your body, making you shake and shiver as you struggled to breathe.
• “Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot... idi..ot...” You choked out, tangling your hands into your hair and giving it a harsh tug in a desperate attempt to keep yourself in the moment.
• You brought your hand away from your face, forming it into a fist, pondering how it would feel if it were to connect with your head as hard as you could. Would it knock the back of your skull into the wall? Would you bleed?
• Before you made the choice, you heard swift footsteps making their way down the hall. You held your breath, but the longer they continued, and the closer they got, the more your head began to spin.
• “MC?...” Solomon stepped into your slowly fading view, your gaze feeling hazy as you stared at him, sucking in a quiet breath.
• Static and stars tangoed at the edges of your mind, dizziness gripping your thoughts. “Solomon?... what... what are you doing?”
• It took you a moment to realize in your delirious state, but Solomon had already taken a spot next to you, taking a similar position you were in.
• He said nothing.
• You stared at him, still trembling and sobbing, too wrapped up in your own sorrow to even consider composing yourself.
• He pulled out a spray bottle and misted you in the face.
• You couldn’t help but notice how cold the liquid was, it sent a shiver right up your spine, confusing you just briefly enough to stop crying.
• “What did?... What?... why?... what was that?”
• “Don’t worry, it was just water.” He slowly lowered the bottle.
• “W-what was that for?”
• “Just to snap you out of it. Come here.” He spread his arms, nodding once.
• Did this man really just shock you out of a breakdown?
• Holy shit he did. He just essentially did the same thing as when people throw sliced cheese at crying babies to confuse them.
• And by God did it work.
• “Come on, don’t be shy. We aren’t strangers, I know you need a hug right now.” He flicked his fingers a little, raising his eyebrows slightly.
• You scooted a little closer, giving into what would’ve been shame and just melting into his arms. He snaked his arms up your back, lacing one hand through the hair on the back of your head and pressing your face into his shoulder. “There, there. Everything will be okay, everyone has their bad days, yadda yadda, and eventually we’ll get over them. I cry sometimes too.”
• Warm, salty, tears began to flow from your eyes again, soaking into the thick fabric of his uniform. Your breath hitched through the sobbing, your lungs tightening up.
• “That’s it, cry it out. Don’t be so discouraged, MC. There are spells that I don’t know, and I’ve been studying for thousands of years, you’ve only been studying for a year. All these demons here have been alive for who knows how long, and you still end up getting better grades than a lot of them. That’s crazy, right? Just think about it.”
• The low humming of his voice vibrated in his chest, his breathing permeating your marrow and slowly soothing your nerves. “Y-yeah... I just... it was just so embarrassing...”
• “I had to be rescued a few times because I accidentally trapped myself trying to do new spells. And I’ve had my fair share of mess-ups. Mistakes are part of the learning process, you aren’t meant to get it right the first time, that’s what it takes to really absorb information. And you know? I’m really proud of you. I’m proud of you for messing up. That wasn’t really a mess-up, it was just a different spell you performed at the wrong time.”
• He placed one hand on either side of your head, lifting your face from his chest, his slender fingers brushing strands of your hair out of your face. “You’re one of the most impressive and strongest humans I know, and I know a lot of humans. Your magic; the power you hold is unlike any other, and any spell you perform is bound to hold amazing results, intended or not.”
• “Thank you, Solomon... It means a lot, those words. And from someone as powerful as you, and as strong as you... it’s like you take everything in stride, you always act like everything’s meant to happen.” You stared into his eyes, the portals to his soul.
• “Ah, that’s where you’re wrong. If I’m being entirely honest with you, I was scared with becoming emotionally close with you.” A sad smile graced his features. “Truth be told, I stopped befriending other humans because they always die, that’s why all of my friends are demons and angels. I was sick of losing people. And then you came along, and you changed the way I thought.”
• He slid his hands from your cheeks to your shoulders, giving them a tight squeeze.
I want to live by myself when I move out of my parent's place but I'm really afraid of money problems? I'm afraid that the only place I can afford will be in the ghetto and it'll all be torn apart and I'll only be allowed to eat one granola bar a week. I'm really stressing out about this. I don't know anything about after school life. I don't know anything about paying bills or how to buy an apartment and it's really scaring me. is there anything you know that can help me?
HI darling,
I’ve actually got a super wonderful masterpost for you to check out:
Home
what the hell is a mortgage?
first apartment essentials checklist
how to care for cacti and succulents
the care and keeping of plants
Getting an apartment
Money
earn rewards by taking polls
how to coupon
what to do when you can’t pay your bills
see if you’re paying too much for your cell phone bill
how to save money
How to Balance a Check Book
How to do Your Own Taxes
Health
how to take care of yourself when you’re sick
things to bring to a doctor’s appointment
how to get free therapy
what to expect from your first gynecologist appointment
how to make a doctor’s appointment
how to pick a health insurance plan
how to avoid a hangover
a list of stress relievers
how to remove a splinter
Emergency
what to do if you get pulled over by a cop
a list of hotlines in a crisis
things to keep in your car in case of an emergency
how to do the heimlich maneuver
Job
time management
create a resume
find the right career
how to pick a major
how to avoid a hangover
how to interview for a job
how to stop procrastinating
How to write cover letters
Travel
ULTIMATE PACKING LIST
Traveling for Cheap
Travel Accessories
The Best Way to Pack a Suitcase
How To Read A Map
How to Apply For A Passport
How to Make A Travel Budget
Better You
read the news
leave your childhood traumas behind
how to quit smoking
how to knit
how to stop biting your nails
how to stop procrastinating
how to stop skipping breakfast
how to stop micromanaging
how to stop avoiding asking for help
how to stop swearing constantly
how to stop being a pushover
learn another language
how to improve your self-esteem
how to sew
learn how to embroider
how to love yourself
100 tips for life
Apartments/Houses/Moving
Moving Out and Getting an Apartment, Part 1: Are You Sure? (The Responsible One)
Moving Out and Getting an Apartment, Part 2: Finding the Damn Apartment (The Responsible One)
Moving Out and Getting an Apartment, Part 3: Questions to Ask about the Damn Apartment (The Responsible One)
Moving Out and Getting an Apartment, Part 4: Packing and Moving All of Your Shit (The Responsible One)
How to Protect Your Home Against Break-Ins (The Responsible One)
Education
How to Find a Fucking College (The Sudden Adult)
How to Find Some Fucking Money for College (The Sudden Adult)
What to Do When You Can’t Afford Your #1 Post-Secondary School (The Sudden Adult)
Stop Shitting on Community College Kids (Why Community College is Fucking Awesome) (The Responsible One)
How to Ask for a Recommendation Letter (The Responsible One)
How to Choose a College Major (The Sudden Adult)
Finances
How to Write a Goddamn Check (The Responsible One)
How to Convince Credit Companies You’re Not a Worthless Bag of Shit (The Responsible One)
Debit vs Credit (The Responsible One)
What to Do if Your Wallet is Stolen/Lost (The Sudden Adult)
Budgeting 101 (The Responsible One)
Important Tax Links to Know (The Responsible One)
How to Choose a Bank Without Screwing Yourself (The Responsible One)
Job Hunting
How to Write a Resume Like a Boss (The Responsible One)
How to Write a Cover Letter Someone Will Actually Read (The Responsible One)
How to Handle a Phone Interview without Fucking Up (The Responsible One)
10 Sites to Start Your Job Search (The Responsible One)
Life Skills
Staying in Touch with Friends/Family (The Sudden Adult)
Bar Etiquette (The Sudden Adult)
What to Do After a Car Accident (The Sudden Adult)
Grow Up and Buy Your Own Groceries (The Responsible One)
How to Survive Plane Trips (The Sudden Adult)
How to Make a List of Goals (The Responsible One)
How to Stop Whining and Make a Damn Appointment (The Responsible One)
Miscellaneous
What to Expect from the Hell that is Jury Duty (The Responsible One)
Relationships
Marriage: What the Fuck Does It Mean and How the Hell Do I Know When I’m Ready? (Guest post - The Northwest Adult)
How Fucked Are You for Moving In with Your Significant Other: An Interview with an Actual Real-Life Couple Living Together™ (mintypineapple and catastrofries)
Travel & Vehicles
How to Winterize Your Piece of Shit Vehicle (The Responsible One)
How to Make Public Transportation Your Bitch (The Responsible One)
Other Blog Features
Apps for Asshats
Harsh Truths & Bitter Reminders
Asks I’ll Probably Need to Refer People to Later
Apartments (or Life Skills) - How Not to Live in Filth (The Sudden Adult)
Finances - Tax Basics (The Responsible One)
Important Documents - How to Get a Copy of Your Birth Certificate (The Responsible One)
Important Documents - How to Get a Replacement ID (The Responsible One)
Health - How to Deal with a Chemical Burn (The Responsible One)
Job Hunting - List of Jobs Based on Social Interaction Levels (The Sudden Adult)
Job Hunting - How to Avoid Falling into a Pit of Despair While Job Hunting (The Responsible One)
Job Hunting - Questions to Ask in an Interview (The Responsible One)
Life Skills - First-Time Flying Tips (The Sudden Adult)
Life Skills - How to Ask a Good Question (The Responsible One)
Life Skills - Reasons to Take a Foreign Language (The Responsible One)
Life Skills - Opening a Bar Tab (The Sudden Adult)
Relationships - Long Distance Relationships: How to Stay in Contact (The Responsible One)
Adult Cheat Sheet:
what to do if your pet gets lost
removing stains from your carpet
how to know if you’re eligible for food stamps
throwing a dinner party
i’m pregnant, now what?
first aid tools to keep in your house
how to keep a clean kitchen
learning how to become independent from your parents
job interview tips
opening your first bank account
what to do if you lose your wallet
tips for cheap furniture
easy ways to cut your spending
selecting the right tires for your car
taking out your first loan
picking out the right credit card
how to get out of parking tickets
how to fix a leaky faucet
get all of your news in one place
getting rid of mice & rats in your house
when to go to the e.r.
buying your first home
how to buy your first stocks
guide to brewing coffee
first apartment essentials checklist
coping with a job you hate
30 books to read before you’re 30
what’s the deal with retirement?
difference between insurances
Once you’ve looked over all those cool links, I have some general advice for you on how you can have some sort of support system going for you:
Reasons to move out of home
You may decide to leave home for many different reasons, including:
wishing to live independently
location difficulties – for example, the need to move closer to university
conflict with your parents
being asked to leave by your parents.
Issues to consider when moving out of home
It’s common to be a little unsure when you make a decision like leaving home. You may choose to move, but find that you face problems you didn’t anticipate, such as:
Unreadiness – you may find you are not quite ready to handle all the responsibilities.
Money worries – bills including rent, utilities like gas and electricity and the cost of groceries may catch you by surprise, especially if you are used to your parents providing for everything. Debt may become an issue.
Flatmate problems – issues such as paying bills on time, sharing housework equally, friends who never pay board, but stay anyway, and lifestyle incompatibilities (such as a non-drug-user flatting with a drug user) may result in hostilities and arguments.
Your parents may be worried
Think about how your parents may be feeling and talk with them if they are worried about you. Most parents want their children to be happy and independent, but they might be concerned about a lot of different things. For example:
They may worry that you are not ready.
They may be sad because they will miss you.
They may think you shouldn’t leave home until you are married or have bought a house.
They may be concerned about the people you have chosen to live with.
Reassure your parents that you will keep in touch and visit regularly. Try to leave on a positive note. Hopefully, they are happy about your plans and support your decision.
Tips for a successful move
Tips include:
Don’t make a rash decision – consider the situation carefully. Are you ready to live independently? Do you make enough money to support yourself? Are you moving out for the right reasons?
Draw up a realistic budget – don’t forget to include ‘hidden’ expenses such as the property’s security deposit or bond (usually four weeks’ rent), connection fees for utilities, and home and contents insurance.
Communicate – avoid misunderstandings, hostilities and arguments by talking openly and respectfully about your concerns with flatmates and parents. Make sure you’re open to their point of view too – getting along is a two-way street.
Keep in touch – talk to your parents about regular home visits: for example, having Sunday night dinner together every week.
Work out acceptable behaviour – if your parents don’t like your flatmate(s), find out why. It is usually the behaviour rather than the person that causes offence (for example, swearing or smoking). Out of respect for your parents, ask your flatmate(s) to be on their best behaviour when your parents visit and do the same for them.
Ask for help – if things are becoming difficult, don’t be too proud to ask your parents for help. They have a lot of life experience.
If your family home does not provide support
Not everyone who leaves home can return home or ask their parents for help in times of trouble. If you have been thrown out of home or left home to escape abuse or conflict, you may be too young or unprepared to cope.
If you are a fostered child, you will have to leave the state-care system when you turn 18, but you may not be ready to make the sudden transition to independence.
If you need support, help is available from a range of community and government organisations. Assistance includes emergency accommodation and food vouchers. If you can’t call your parents or foster parents, call one of the associations below for information, advice and assistance.
Where to get help
Your doctor
Kids Helpline Tel. 1800 55 1800
Lifeline Tel. 13 11 44
Home Ground Services Tel. 1800 048 325
Relationships Australia Tel. 1300 364 277
Centrelink Crisis or Special Help Tel. 13 28 50
Tenants Union of Victoria Tel. (03) 9416 2577
Things to remember
Try to solve any problems before you leave home. Don’t leave because of a fight or other family difficulty if you can possibly avoid it.
Draw up a realistic budget that includes ‘hidden’ expenses, such as bond, connection fees for utilities, and home and contents insurance.
Remember that you can get help from a range of community and government organizations.
Well, this was fun to write. I'm kind of bummed, and I might go back and revise some sections because I started to get more comfortable with the prompt but by then I was already at Satan's section. I hope you enjoy it despite that :)
I also got carried away and got to 1k just in Lucifer's part, so I was just destined to make it almost an even 1k for every brother.
Also, the breakdowns are based on how I feel a lot of the time but also the MC for each character has a breakdown in a way that the brothers would be like, used to, as to relate with them better.
Warnings: Emotional, lots of crying, a bit of snot, we're talking about ugly crying, here, anger/MC fights a pillow, body image issues, mentions of insomnia, the attic incident (lesson 16), swearing, MC pulls at their hair sometimes
Word count: 7.1k
Lucifer ♥
Contrary to popular belief, Lucifer isn’t a stranger to breaking down. He never lets anyone see him, but there are definitely some nights where he, just like the rest of us, feel like everything is just too much.
However, I never said he knows how to deal with other people breaking down. He’s seen Mammon and the other brothers have their bad days, but it feels different when it’s his brothers.
When you came back to the house after a long day at RAD, things were already taking a nosedive to rock bottom. You could feel yourself slipping over the week, preparing yourself for the eventual drop that was bound to creep up on you, and today was definitely the day, you could just feel it.
And it certainly was, as soon as you got to your room, you just collapsed onto the floor, letting out a strained sigh. You really couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was that made you feel this way, it felt like it was everything and nothing all at the same time.
After a few minutes of just... sitting there, and thinking over the day’s events, you scooped yourself off the floor and groggily pulled out your headphones and your laptop, trying to focus on your work and the music blasting in your ears instead of that dreadful feeling in your chest.
After what felt like hours, you looked at the still blank document on screen.
You pulled your hands away from the keyboard, your eyes glazing over as you zoned out. After a few minutes of not blinking, your eyes began to water, first from the dryness, then the emotions came, hitting you all at once like an awful, gloomy, freight train.
You took your headphones off and turned in your desk chair, moving to sit on the floor, maybe in a hope to feel more stable, maybe because suddenly your body felt too hot, you really couldn’t tell.
A firm knock came at your door as dears dribbled down your face, your lips pursed and features scrunched up as you stared at the ground, a mixture of familiar sadness and emptiness tugging at your heart.
“MC, it’s Lucifer. It’s Leviathan’s turn to cook and he was wondering if you preferred-”
You choked down the need to wail, to scream, instead, opting for quiet breathing and sniffles.
“...MC. Are you doing alright?” He placed his hand on the doorknob, waiting for a response.
Shit.
You opened your mouth to say something, but all that came out was a broken and crackled murmur.
“MC. May I come in?” It really wasn’t a question, as cracked the door, peering in and spotting you on the floor.
He slipped inside your room, quickly shutting the door behind him. He thought over his words a few times, shuffling a little closer and kneeling beside you. “Did something happen at RAD?”
Trembling, you hurriedly tried to wipe the warm, salty, tears dripping down your cheeks, lining your face with thin red streaks. “N-No I just...” You croaked out, shaking your head “I don’t... I just- I don’t know.” You don’t know, mumbling words that half-made sense in Lucifer’s mind. Part of you wanted desperately to rip away from him, the other part of you wanted to pull him closer and sob into his chest.
“...Everyone feels like this sometimes, MC. How do you typically deal with this?” Typically, the avatar of pride is very straight forward and well, prideful, with his actions, but this time, he slowly and unsurely placed a hand on your back, gently rubbing between your shoulder blades.
“I usually just... curl up and hide and don’t tell anyone. And then not telling anyone makes me feel lonelier and... and- a-a... sorry. And the lonelier I feel the worse I feel and then the same shit happens and I’m... I-I'm just so tired of ignoring it and I’m tired of being so damn tired all the time and-”
Never in the time he’s been alive did he think he could feel so connected to a human, just by them describing how they felt when they had breakdowns.
“MC... it’s never good to bottle up your emotions...”
Fucking hypocrite
Leviathan never did find out what you preferred. And Lucifer never came out of your room. On nights he felt the way you did, he would typically invite Diavolo to drink, or he would distract himself with work, but something about being around you while you’re so vulnerable made him want to let you see his emotional side, too. The two of you talked some, you sat in silence for a while. Not the uncomfortable silence that felt louder than it was quiet most often felt with Lucifer, no, this was a comfortable, warm quiet that both of you mutually agreed was perfectly alright.
He actually fell asleep at some point. Yes, it was on the floor beside your bed, given that you had fallen asleep before him and he wasn’t entirely sure where he stood with you, if you were fine with him sharing the bed with you. And yes, his face did get very itchy from the carpet beside your bed, and the hard floor wasn’t very kind on his back, but regardless, it might’ve been the best sleep he’s ever gotten in his life. Just being in the same room with you, hearing your soft breathing that was no longer hitched and coarse soothed his nerves.
He’ll be damned before he ever lets you see him cry, but he would sit there and comfort you while you sobbed anytime you need it. It never occurred to him before you came to the Devildom that him and a human could have so much in common, he never thought that the mood of a human, completely chosen by fate, could have this much effect on him.
And he never understood that the silent treatment could be so... comforting. Welcome? Warm? It was alien to him. He was under the impression that he understood more than most people, but could he stand corrected?
Mammon ♥
Mammon is very familiar with emotional breakdowns; he hates people seeing him cry, though. He might cry and whine to get his way, occasionally, but that is far different from his full-on, shoulder-gripping, snotty, sobbing.
He isn’t really aware of how he should handle it when you breakdown, though.
It all started from of course, a day at RAD. You were spontaneously called on by your teacher on a topic that you had been struggling with for a bit.
Your throat began to tighten, all the words leaving your brain as your mouth came up dry, hands progressively getting sweatier as you gripped the edge of your uniform, opening and closing your mouth a few times as you tried to muster up the words “I don’t know” or “I need help”.
That, paired up with everything else during the past week, just made you snap. You tried your best to keep your cool in class, zoning out on the board as your eyes watered, clouding your vision.
As soon as you got to the house, though, your façade was up. Tears freely poured from your face as you ran to your room on light footfalls, your bag sloppily hung over your shoulder.
Oh my god, oh my god. If anyone saw you..., would they think you overreacted? It’d be best not to find that out.
You darted through your doorway, closing the door as you dropped your bag by your bed. You sat by the bed, back pressed firmly to the frame as you hugged your knees to your chest, hands tightly gripping your hair.
Your head began to race, as well as pound. Was it from your death grip on your hair? How long had it even been since you’d taken a sip of water? Thoughts overlapping thoughts overlapping any sensible words.
You heard your door burst open, Mammon excitedly holding his D.D.D “MC! Ya won’t believe it!” He sat on the edge of your bed, having yet to notice the state you’re in. “I just got a super embarrassing video of Satan meowing at- What's wrong? Ya got a headache or somethin’?” He tilted his head, sliding off the edge of your bed and moving to sit next to you, placing his D.D.D face down on the rug next to him.
“Oh...” He stood up, moving toward your door. For a second, you panicked, thinking he would leave. But instead, he simply shut the door and approached you once more. “...What happened? What’s wrong? Who did this? If someone did this to you, I’m gonna... Did they say anything to you? They didn’t say anything to my human, did they?! Oh, you bet your pretty little ass, I’ll kick them if they did!” He scooted closer, trying to get a better look at your face.
“No... no, I’m just... I’m just stupid.” As soon as the words left your mouth you flinched, it just felt too... compliment fishy? Something in the back of your mind began to chant “you’re faking it, stop doing it for attention” and deep down, you knew you weren’t sitting on the floor and sobbing just for attention, after all, why would you start to cry while you were alone in your room if you were? God, everything was just too loud and your collar felt too tight and you were just way too aware of the fabric touching your skin, the shoes on your feet, the taste of salt in your mouth, the lump in your throat; everything was too hot and-
“Hey, ya aren’t stupid. Have ya seen me? And besides, we all do dumb shit, what matters is how you deal with it. How do you deal with this normally?” He turned his body toward you, unsure if he should smile to try and make you feel better or if he should stay serious.
“I mean... sometimes I just zone out. And I ignore it. And then I act like everything’s fine. Or I use humor to cope. But mostly, I ignore it and wait it out.” You rubbed your eyes, sniffling as you reached for a tissue.
“Well ignoring it ain’t gonna do ya any good, you idiot!” He shut himself up quickly, eyes going wide “Wait! I don’t mean you’re an idiot, you are not stupid! I call a lot of people idiots! I’m an idiot!”
You let out a breathy laugh, which turned more into a cough. “I know you don’t mean it.”
He huffed, shaking his head, silently celebrating the fact that he got you to laugh, at least a little. He put an arm around your waist. “Well, c’mon, MC! We’re gonna do something to make ya feel better, anythin’ ya want! Even if it is some lame hobby, I’ll join you.”
He usually gambles his problems away, so it’s only natural for him to assume you’d want to immediately go out and do something when you’re upset.
“Mammon...” You slumped down onto the bed when he pulled you to your feet, shaking your head. “I just want to sit here for a while. I don’t think I’m ready to go out and face anyone yet. I just want to stay here.” You murmured, still sniffling back snot (the ugly part of ugly crying, deal with it)
“That’s okay! Then we’ll chill here, and I won’t let no one bother you! Nothin’s gonna get to you on my watch!” He huffed. “So, do you wanna watch a movie, or what?”
Let me be clear, Mammon is not a fan of silence. Any sort of silence is like a death sentence for him.
“Do you wanna watch Harrison Porter? I hear there’s a new movie... Levi has it recorded; we can watch it together. If ya want.”
Obviously, you agree because hell to the yes. It helps you calm down your nerves, and eventually he gains the courage to actually hug onto you, and for a moment, it feels like all your worries melt into his body. He’s very emotional during the movie, though. He probably ends up crying at the end of it, which makes two of you, because damn was that emotional.
He’ll then look at you, go “see?! Now I’m the one upset! We all have our off days and... even I have my bad days! It’s nothing to be ashamed of and you should always come to me! And... can I come to ya sometimes, too?”
Crying with you had felt somewhat relaxing, getting to be this vulnerable around you- or around anyone, for that matter- was both calming and also exciting, knowing that someone he admires and loves so much goes through the same problems as he does.
Leviathan ♥
At this point, Levi’s practically best friends with his mental breakdowns. They’re kind of frequent, but short. He’s the type of person that doesn’t let it all go at once, but rather lets it out a little at a time.
He has no idea how to cheer up someone else who feels like this, though, in all honesty, he gets kind of panicky.
Things had already been hard to start with, but now, with more student council work and piling on top of your already busy schedule, it all just felt... hopeless. You wanted to try your best, wanted to give it your all, but your all just felt impossible.
Another long student council meeting left you aching for some kind of distraction, just something to take your mind off it all. A good book, maybe a mobile game on your D.D.D.
That’s all you could think about as you slipped into your room and set your bag down, pulling your phone out and sitting on the bed. C’mon, distraction, distraction, distraction...
Perfect. A cheap mobile game you’d installed maybe three days ago was sitting on the last icon of your downloads page. If you remember correctly, it was one of those mobile games that was so stupidly easy, yet all the ads played it incorrectly.
You opened up the app and curled your knees up on the bed, zoning out on the screen as you began to play, absentmindedly beating the easy levels, interrupted by annoying ads or cheesy sound effects.
Until you felt yourself slipping.
No. No no no it can’t happen now...!
You focused a little more on the game, your eyes burning from not blinking as you tried to wash away the feelings bubbling inside your chest.
Eventually, you turned off your D.D.D and tossed it aside, throwing yourself back onto the bed and lazily covering your eyes with your sleeves. Too bright, too... too much. It was all just too much. Fat tears began to roll down your cheeks as your breathing hitched. God, this was awful.
“MC! Open up!” Leviathan began frantically knocking on your door, his words drawn out into somewhat of a whine. “I got us tickets to the next Ruri-Chan pannel at a human world convention!” His ceased his knocking, furrowing his brows. “MC?”
You sat up in surprise, coughing and hacking both at the lump in your throat and just of the pure shock that Levi decided that now was a perfect time to knock.
“M-MC?! Are you okay?!” He asked, only met with a few more gasping coughs.
Obviously, he was under the impression that you were choking. Completely disregarding the fact that if you were choking, you wouldn’t be able to cough at all. But listen, our lovely snake boy is just concerned, cut him some slack.
“I’m coming in!” He turned the doorknob and peeked in, seeing you hunched over yourself with your hands on your knees, coughing, with warm tears dripping down your face.
Well, this certainly wasn’t what he expected to see. Then again, he doesn’t really know what he was expecting.
“MC!” He wanted to move toward you and comfort you but as per usual, the back of his mind was telling him that there was no way you’d want to be comforted by somebody like him. “A-are you okay?... Can I... can I come any closer?”
“Yeah...” You took a gulp of air as your coughing ceased, standing up and beginning to blindly stumble toward the desk.
“Wait, don’t move!” he pushed you back down onto the bed gently “just tell me what you need! I swear I’ll do it! It’s always the job of someone who likes another person to take care of them... not that I think of taking care of you as a job, but if it were a job, it would be my favorite job.”
You rubbed your forehead, suppressing a laugh at his nervous antics, furiously wiping at your eyes with your other sleeve. “Just the box of tissues on my desk, that’s all I need.”
“Got it!” he took a few, long, strides over to your desk, skimming his eyes over the shelves and the surface of it before he found exactly what he was looking for.
“Um, here.” He thrusted his hand toward you, tissues in hand, his lanky fingers clutching onto the flimsy cardboard of the box. Part if you couldn’t help but wondering if he felt more nervous at seeing you cry than you felt letting him see you like this. You bowed your head, takingt he tissues and pulling a few from the box, wiping away your tears and blowing your nose.
“So...” He sat on the floor by your bed, leaning up against the edge by your legs. “Um, how often does this happen? I mean, I can say that it happens for me a lot, so it’s nothing to be ashamed of, unless it is? Unless it’s something that shouldn’t happen often which in that case I guess I’m kind of a loser but if it happens a lot with you that doesn’t mean anything because you know, people who are vulnerable with their emotions tend to be easier to get along with! Not that I’m calling you vulnerable, you’re very strong! And after all, how you feel doesn’t determine how tough you are and being tough isn’t even a valid judgment because who’s to say that toughness defines worth-”
At this point, he’s talking far too fast, to the point you can barely make out what he’s saying. And by god, how has he not taken a single breath so far?
“I get what you mean, Levi. It happens to me a lot too, and then you just kind of push it back and dis-”
“Distract yourself each time it happens, right?! I mean, sorry...”
“Exactly that!”
It’s very unlike the 3rd eldest to come out of his shell, and even more rare for him to talk about anything aside from anime or video games or manga, but something about talking with you just... about life shit, feels way better than it should. And to think he could ever get along with a normie like you.
He’ll definitely show you some better stuff to distract yourself with, get ready to be assigned so much “comfort content”. He also subtly tries to convey to Lucifer that maybe Diavolo should ease up on you a little bit with the whole “Hey everyone likes you so you should be in charge of a lot!”
Satan ♥
When Satan has a breakdown, it usually ends with him getting absolutely pissed off. Sadness often turns into anger or resentment with him. He knows some grounding tactics for when he isn’t too far gone, so his outbursts are pretty far flung between.
He’s pretty experienced with things like giving himself pep talks, or instructing himself to calm down, it’s not uncommon for him to talk to himself. He doesn’t usually reach out for help, because he finds if anyone says anything to him it might just set him off more.
He’s also not too bad at guiding other people through breakdowns, too.
It happened after a day at RAD. You’d always hated the idea of being physically weaker than others around you, it made you feel too helpless, too vulnerable. Constantly treated like this treasure, this weak little human that has to be protected because the Devildom isn’t a safe place for a human. It was just all too exhausting. Wanting to argue back to those who made snide comments, demons who sneered and upturned their noses at a human at their school. Or at least wanting to give them some form of dirty look in return.
But alas, Lucifer was always quick to tell you to just “tell somebody, don’t get involved because if there is a fight, you won’t win it.”
Well, what if you’re sick of relying on other people?
You returned to the house, quickly making your way up to your room and dropping your bag.
You took off the overcoat of the RAD uniform that stuck to your sides, haphazardly hanging it on your desk chair and sitting in the second chair by your desk, elbows planted on your knees and your head hanging low, frustrated tears streaming down your face.
Control, control. Everything just felt so... out of your hands, so pushy, too restrictive.
What if you cut your hair? Just on a whim hacked off a few chunks, that would sure give you some control over your life, give you at least a little power, if you didn’t have any outside of your own room.
You wouldn’t call yourself an overly violent person, but the aching need to just punch something overwhelmed you, or to hit or throw something with all your might. Or just scream, maybe just go to a secluded area in one of the Devildom’s forests, and just sit there and scream and cry and be as loud and sad and angry as you want- no- need to be.
You snatched a pillow off your bed, smacking the mattress over and over with it, the soft thumping of fluff hitting each other enough to alert the 4th born, who was standing just outside your door, waiting to knock with a stack of books in hand.
“MC? Are you alright in there?”
“I’m fine, it’ll be alright, thanks.” You seethed, the tension melting away from your bones the more you took your frustration out on this poor pillow.
“Hm. I’m not sure I believe you.” He turned the knob, cracking open the door a little, before opening It completely and stepping inside. He neatly placed the books by the door, shutting it behind him. “So, tell me what’s wrong.”
“Nothing’s wrong, Satan.”
“When I throw things, I don’t throw things because nothing’s wrong. Usually, people bludgeon pillows because they’re upset.” He put a hand on his hip and tilted his head, his emerald green eyes piercing holes right through your façade.
You dropped the pillows, pursing your lips as the waterworks really began, sniffling and sobbing as you stared at the floor. “I don’t know, I’m just sick and tired of being treated like I’m helpless and at this point I really don’t feel like I’m... in control of my life. In the human world, a lot of the time, you can at least act tough and not everyone are these hulking demons who could probably crack my spinal cord like a bullwhip if they ever so please.”
“Control, I see. That’s a tricky area, indeed.” He took a few steps forward “can I hug you?” He held his arms out, a crooked smile playing on his lips. For the avatar of wrath, he is awfully calm.
“...yes.” Without another second of hesitation, you flung your arms around him, burying your damp face into his shoulder.
“I can’t say I understand you entirely, as I’ve never been in the shoes of a human, but I can relate to you on the control aspect. Sometimes, I still feel like I’m not in full control, like I’ll always life as this ‘product of Lucifer’s rebellion’, or how I’m always living in his shadow. I see how you feel and you have a right to be upset, angry, even.”
His words both stung and soothed your mind, you shook as you clung to him tighter, shamelessly wailing into his clothes, occasionally giving muffled “mhm”s.
He’ll practice a few grounding exercises with you, and of course, a rage room date sometime in the future is a must. You’re pissed at someone at RAD? Take it out on an old fax machine!
Asmodeus ♥
He’s not ashamed to cry in front of people, but his full-on ugly cry is something that not a soul has seen, and if they have, they’re either dead or sworn to secrecy.
If you need a hype man or someone to tell you that you’re worth more than you think, Asmo’s the guy you need, he’ll spoil the hell out of you, cry with you, gossip with you, anything you need, he’s got, and he’ll do it with you.
It was just kind of one of those insecure days for you, you’d suppose. I mean, everyone has body issues sometimes, but with everything going on, that sudden thought of “you aren’t good enough” felt like too much. But it’s not like you could do a whole lot about it, Asmo was in your room, waiting, with a horn of Demonus, a bottle of human wine, and all the stuff he needs for a good self-care night.
Adjusting your shirt and running your fingers through your hair once more, you finally exit the bathroom, finding the 5th born sprawled out across your bed on his stomach, legs kicking back and forth to the beat of your heart as he scrolled through Devilgram.
“MC, you’re back!” He exclaimed, setting his phone aside. “Stunning, as always, just like me!” He smiled, his intentions nothing but the best, but for some reason, you felt a pang of hurt in your heart, like you just didn’t believe him.
Regardless, you returned his smile, sitting beside him on the bed. “Of course, Asmo, you always look amazing.”
“Oh c’mon!” He whined, a coy smile playing across his lips, one of his canines poking out the side of his mouth. “I wanna hear you say it back, MC, you should praise yourself some, too! Let me hear you say it, Hon~!” He said in a sing-song voice, sitting upright.
The doubt in your chest bloomed into a big, ugly, flower. “Oh yeah, how could I forget? Hah, I’m gorgeous, as always!” You ran a hand through the front of your hair, making your best attempt to return his grin.
His expression faltered as he tilted his head. “You don’t seem too enthusiastic about that. Are you fibbing to me? Do you actually think you’re as glorious as I do?”
That was the final straw. It’s funny how these things work, how five seconds ago you were playing along with him and now here you were, about ready to sob your heart out to the Avatar of Lust.
“Sometimes, no.” You murmured, hugging your arms to your sides, trying desperately to blink away the tears welling in your eyes.
“I’m offended you think my judgment is flawed.” He cupped the sides of your face, thumbing away loose tears dripping down your cheeks. “We all have those moments. Even I do, and have you seen me? I’m goddamn gorgeous. Even the prettiest people have insecurities and moments where they don’t feel up to par.”
His contact sent you flying further into the emotional abyss that was your heart. You leaned into his hands, scooting a little closer on the bed, your delicate tears now turning into sobs.
“I don’t know, sometimes I just wonder if people compliment me because they feel pity... a-and sometimes I look at myself and then I look at other people and I just think like ‘I’m never going to compare to them’”
He pulled you closer, snaking one of his hands around your waist, the other trailing up your spine and tangling into the back of your hair, cradling your head. “Let it all out, Hon, just cry it out, and let me know when I can talk.” He whispered.
“I just don’t know what to do sometimes because I feel like I look good and then I look into a mirror and sometimes I look too hard and it just ruins everything and then I feel awful and I just don’t know... I don’t know, and I don’t like that I don’t know.” You rambled; your whole body racked with sobs.
“O-okay, I think I’m done... sorry about that.” You pulled away, wiping your puffy eyes with your sleeve.
“Hey, no! We aren’t done here, I told you to let me know when I could talk, not when you were done talking, because I have something to say to you, little Mx. “I don’t trust when other people call me gorgeous”!”
“When have I ever taken pity on someone?! Am I not the one who usually gives people fashion advice? I wouldn’t put your beauty on the same level as mine if I didn’t believe it!” He put a hand on his hip. “You’re going to listen to me really close, MC, and I’ll repeat this until the very end; you’re stunning the way you are and if anyone- anyone- says otherwise they can answer to me! And now, dammit, we’re going to-” he paused, sniffling as he daintily wiped a tear from the corner of is eye “-we’re going to paint our nails together and we’re going to gossip and by the end of tonight, if you don’t understand how magnificently sexy you are, then I might as well retire!”
Once again, he hugged you, the two of you left sniffling and communicating through a series of mumbles, whines, and cries.
The two of you did indeed paint each other’s nails, and continued to hype each other up for the remainder of the night.
Beelzebub ♥
Beel has many regrets, to this day, he’s still plagued with nightmares about Lilith, he feels somewhat responsible for her death. He doesn’t really break down too often, but when he’s hungry, tired, and sad, all hell can break loose.
He isn’t very good at words, but he does his best. He can provide the best hugs, after all.
Three in the morning. Long after most of the brothers had gone to sleep, save for the house otaku and Lucifer. But luckily, you didn’t need to worry about either of them. After all, Levi always stays in his room, and Lucifer is usually up all night if he has work to do, so it’s unlikely for him to emerge either.
So, there you were, sitting on the counter in the kitchen, a cup of ice water sitting beside you. Being plagued with countless sleepless nights is bad enough, let alone on nights like these, nights like these when you’ve been sitting in the dark so long that you swear you can almost see light, when ice water hurts your throat.
Your mouth was dry, dehydrated, thirsty, yet unwilling to bring the sweating cup to your lips. The longer you sat there and stared, the more tears slipped from your eyes, soaking the front of your shirt. Upon becoming aware enough to notice the tears, you felt a sob rip through your throat. “Pathetic... I’m just fucking...” you dug your nails into the dark wooden counter, which was cool and rough to the touch. Your throat became tighter as you released the sob, letting it out in a pacified whimper.
You weren’t even sure why you were crying, all you knew was that you physically couldn’t sleep, you didn’t have the motivation to move, and you were so thirsty, yet ignoring the solution in your hand.
Your ears rang loudly, the sound of the ringing mixed with your incoherent thoughts were enough to block out the sound of your own breathing, much less the very obvious, heavy, footfalls heading for the kitchen.
Your eyes, fully adjusted to the dark, spotted movement in the doorway, a large, hulking, figure standing there, just staring.
You nearly jumped out of your skin, knocking the glass of water, sending water spilling over the edge of the counter, soaking the seat of your pants. Your heart was suddenly the loudest noise in the room, your pulse pounding in your ears as your sobs picked up.
“M...MC?” Beel blinked his tired eyes, smacking his lips a few times, crusted drool on the corner of his mouth. “Oh... I scared you. Sorry.” he was fully prepared to leave you be and just raid the fridge until he saw just how much you were shaking. Your body trembling in front of him, quiet sobs racking your body.
“What’s wrong? Did I scare you that bad?” His brows knitted together in concern as he frowned, stalking closer to you.
You opened your mouth, your mouth betraying you as you tried to speak. All that came out was a creaky whisper. “N-no, I’m fine. It’s fine.”
“You’re crying. You don’t seem very fine.” He stood in front of you, trying to get a better look at your face. “You can’t sleep either? Why not?”
“I don’t know.” Your lip quivered, honestly, just as confused as he was. “I-I just couldn’t sleep and then I wanted to go for a walk and then I got thirsty so I grabbed a glass of water but I couldn’t drink it and I don’t know why I’m like this, I don’t know why this is happening to me.” Slowly, your voice turned back into a croaky whisper, your throat still dry and tight from your crying.
“Let me get you another cup of water. And I’ll clean it up, MC.” He said, gesturing to the puddle of water on the counter. He picked up the tipped glass, walking to the other end of the kitchen to refill it for you. You were too tired to feel embarrassed over him seeing you cry, just mostly thankful that somebody else was there now.
He brought back the cup of water, setting it to your other side as he grabbed a kitchen towel, wiping up the puddle of water with chunks of ice in it. “Can you try taking a sip?” He looked up at you, noticing how you hadn’t even picked it up yet.
“Mhm.” You looked at the cup of water. At the moment, it felt like a bigger task than you were up to, but you mustered up the will to pick up the glass and take a brief sip, just barely enough to wet your mouth and your dry lips.
“Thanks” He smiled a little at you, not really expecting you to smile back, but hey, it had to be worth something.
“No, thank you, Beel.” You cleared your throat, trying to even out your tone.
He walked over to the fridge, staring in confusion at the chains and padlocks over the door handles. He shrugged, however, pulling apart the chains with ease. Said chains were very thick, might I mind you. Ah, gentle giant.
He picked up a sandwich from one of the lower shelves, making his way back over to you. “...Do you want a bite?” He unwrapped half of it, holding it in front of your face. “Getting something in my stomach makes me feel a little better when I’m upset.”
You took another, slightly larger sip of your water, quirking a brow at him. “Are you sure?” You couldn’t lie, it did sound awfully good right now. “What’s in it?”
“It’s marked human safe, nothing that could kill you.”
Hold on.
The half of the sandwich that he’s presenting you with isn’t any normal sandwich, either. It seems to be the exact order you get from the local sandwich shop, the one you usually go to with Beel.
“Beel, did you go to Scandal Sandwiches?”
“...Yes.”
“And you remembered my favorite?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you.”
The two of you sit there, talking about bad dreams in the time it takes you to eat your half of the sandwich, as Beel finished his rather quickly. To his credit, though, he was staring at your half, but he didn’t go for it.
Belphegor ♥
Belphegor’s breakdowns are really a mixed bag. He might cry, he might go berserk, who knows? He usually keeps them on the down low, nobody but Beel ever knows when Belphie isn’t feeling good.
Naturally, he isn’t the best at talking about his feelings, or comforting people. He’s a good listener, though!
Belphie is known to have an ass-backward sleep schedule, as the Avatar of Sloth. Sometimes, he really wants a nap in the middle of the night, but he just feels so lonely.
Speaking of loneliness, you were just about the same, sitting in the corner of your room. You couldn’t tell how late it was, all you could notice was the glow of the moon outside your window, peering into your room.
Your heart felt empty, like a big hole in your chest, yet you couldn’t tell why. You had almost everything, a good home, people around you who adored you, who practically kissed the ground you walked on, a good education, and a gorgeous room. But alas, something felt as though it was missing. But the frustrating part was not being able to pinpoint what it was, just vaguely knowing that something was wrong and that you wanted to fix it.
Frustration began to grip your head, the desperate urge to just feel something, even if it was painful, overwhelming your body. You tangled your hands into the front of your hair, scowling as you tugged, toppling over onto your side as you choked on a quiet sob.
Were you being overdramatic? Who cares if you were? It’s not like anyone was going to see. You had the right to be as under dramatic or overdramatic if you ever so pleased.
Belphie didn’t bother to knock, subconsciously deciding that there wasn’t any use waking you up just to ask for a nap.
He put a hand on your bed, confused when he didn’t feel your familiar warmth radiating from the blankets. “What?”
You watched him squint, pulling back the covers, just to double-check his eyes.
He sat on the edge of your bed, figuring you were just in the bathroom. But something caught his eye, your pajama shirt. “MC?...” he muttered, approaching you.
You used your hair to cover up your face, pretending as if you’d just fallen asleep in an unconventional place. You stayed perfectly still, trying to regulate your breathing.
“I know you’re not asleep.”
Bullshit.
“Hello? Silly, I said I know you’re not asleep. You’re breathing too fast.” He picked you up and carried you over to the bed, setting you down. “Well, even if you are asleep...” He stilled, feeling your warm tears soak into his shoulder, your body shaking like a leaf in his arms. “What’s wrong?”
He pulled you up to a sitting position, gently grabbing your chin and tilting your head up, spotting the liquid on your cheeks, glinting in the delicate moonlight that kissed your cheeks, blessing every inch of your skin with that familiar glow.
“Why are you crying?”
“I don’t know.” You whispered, flinching at how God awful your voice sounded after quietly whimpering and crying for so long.
“I can get that. Just... one of those nights?” He tilted his head, soft concern scribbled on his features.
“Mhm.”
“That happens to me sometimes, too. I’m not the sparkling definition of normal, but you aren’t weird for not being able to describe why you’re crying, y’know?” He thumbed away one of your tears, unsure of what to do.
“Thank you, Belphie.” You let out a cough, reaching for a tissue.
As you cleaned yourself up with the tissues, he thought, trying to devise a quick plan to make you feel at least a little better.
He subconsciously rubbed your cheek with his thumb while he thought, staring at nothing in particular as he thought.
“Hey. I have an idea.” He gave you a lazy grin.
“A-and what’s that?” You asked, your voice cracking a little before you cleared your throat.
“Curl up in that blanket.” he pointed at one of the blankets on your bed. “In the middle, just ball up.”
“What?”
“Just do it.”
And so, you did, figuring you would pick your battles, at least for tonight.
He gathered up the corners of the blanket, picking the blanket up with you in it, before gently setting you on the floor. He began to drag you using the blanket, through the house of lamentation.
If he wanted to be a little shit, as usual, he would’ve grabbed your leg and dragged you, but he figured you needed a little extra cushion tonight.
Eventually, he stopped in a room, unwrapping you from the blanket. To your surprise, you were in the planetarium. “I don’t know what you usually like to do when you feel bad, but it looks like you ignore it, so I’m not letting you. Talk to me, MC.” He sat next to you on the blanket.
“I just feel lonely and I know you said it happens to you, too, but I can’t help the feeling that I overreact or something. I’m surrounded by so many great people and always talk to others but I just feel so isolated, and I don’t know why. I just... can’t explain it. It's like being in a crowd, but you feel like you’re cold and alone, or when you’re the center of attention but just feel like the observer.” You curled your knees to your chest, hugging them close.
“I get it. That’s what it felt like after the whole attic thing. Like everyone was paying attention to me but I had no part or say in it. Is that what it’s like for you? Being the most loved exchange student but it feels more like people pay attention to the people you’re around rather than you?” He laid on his back, staring up at the stars idly as he spoke.
“I don’t know if you like stars, but I think they’re calming. They’re pretty, and the longer you stare at them, the more you see. I think they’re kind of like you, MC. The more I got to know you, the less I disliked other humans.
The two of you eventually fell asleep, given that Belphie’s presence alone makes people drowsy.
Warnings: Guilt tripping, a Slap, shoe throwing, after math of spice with Asmo
It was not like Lucifer tries to be harsh with his punishments, it’s just how they end up being in the end. So when walking back to the House of Lamentation to see Mammon strung to the ceiling was quite a sight to see. Getting him down from the ceiling was a task, especially when he crashed onto the floor. Confronting Lucifer was not something anyone had done in the past, especially not a human.
“Lucifer, I don’t think stringing Mammon is a fair punishment. He hasn’t been learning from it in centuries has he?” Lucifer’s eyes narrow, at the comment. It was attacking his way of doing things, it’s just he can’t be wrong.
“Mc, you do not know Mammon the way I do at all. You cannot just question the way you do things, you’re just a lowly human,” Lucifer spits out, voice filled with venom. You weren’t trying to cause conflict with him, just suggesting a possibility of trying a new way of punishment. But being belittled by him was a completely different thing. It pierces right through you.
“Lucifer-“ He cuts you off quickly, when he turns his back towards you. He shakes his head with a loud sigh. “Let’s not discuss this any further.”
His footsteps out the door become fainter and fainter, he disappears from sight. A part of him knew, you were right but he knew later you’ll be the one to apologize. After all, he never apologizes for anything because he is never wrong.
“Mammon, what the hell did you mean that you accidentally sold my entire bed?!” You yell completely exasperated. He just laughs, as if it was not a big deal and waves it off. It was so careless and unbelievable, the things he seems to do can really surprise him.
“Mc I was just short on some grimm, just relax, ya?” He says casually setting a hand on your shoulder as if he didn’t make an entire bed disappears from your room. You swat his hand away from you, it was ridiculous. How can he so casually go on with his day without a care in the world as he sells things that aren’t even his own. You shove him away from you, as you stare at him in complete disbelief. His expression drops immediately, he knew he screwed up.
“M-Mc I’m sorry, alright? I’ll jus’ get another one so please don’t be mad,'' Mammon quickly apologizes. But he knew he couldn’t undo what he already did, it was on a pure impulse. He did not even think about what he was doing at the moment.
“You think buying another one is going to just solve the issue? You shouldn’t even touch it! We wouldn’t even be like this. Unbelievable!” You snap, maybe it was a bit much. But it didn’t matter when you were storming out the door, leaving him alone to regret his impulsive decisions.
“Mc…Did I do something wrong?” Leviathan asks, his eyes glance up briefly from his handheld gaming console to meet your eyes. You tilt your head a little at him, a bit unsure on why he was asking you out of the blue. You think for a moment about if he had done anything to you, but there was nothing.
“Of course not, is there a reason why you ask?” Leviathan’s eyes narrowed a bit, face showing obvious signs of doubt. He shakes his head a bit and sets his console on the desk, his eyes look up to meet yours. He was dead serious about something, it was him interrogating you.
“You‘ve been awfully close to my brothers lately, don’t you think?” You realize what had him riled up, he was jealous.
“I was invited to hang out with them Leviathan, nothing else happened I promise,” you say trying to reassure him but the doubt on his face did not let up at all.
“Is it because I’m a gross icky otaku? Are you already tired of me? You hate me don’t you?!” Leviathan snaps as he starts to tear up, but there was visible anger on his face. His voice made you flinch as his expression says it all, he was genuinely jealous. If it was himself or you who knows. But all you could bring yourself to do is comfort him to make up for the guilt.
“Satan, can you explain how to do the spell again?” You ask in a soft voice as he tries his best to break it down for you. But as soon as he looks over at you, the spark in his eye turns into an entire fire. He slams his hand on the table next to you, causing you to flinch.
“Mc, I have explained this to you many times. Is it really that hard to understand such a simple spell?” Satan snarls as he glares at you. He was truly pissed at you, and his gaze only made you start to shake as your eyes looked away from his. Just to hopefully escape from the pressure of his wrath. But his hand would not let you look away from him.
His hand grips the top of your head and forces you to turn your head to face him. Your eyes refuse to make any kind of contact with him, it was the only thing you could do. Suddenly his hand strikes your cheek, causing you to let out a yelp. Your eyes dart to him to look up at him.
As soon as your eyes meet his, his expression softens immediately, he realizes the look in your eyes. Pure fear. That’s all he could see, he put his hand down and opened his mouth to apologize but nothing came out, not when he saw you back away from him.
“Mc, I swear I didn’t mean to,” Satan starts as he frowns watching your reaction. You nod a little and then bow to him, silently thanking him for the help and rush out the door. Leaving him to try to reach out to you, but you were gone.
“Mc please I want more please,” Asmo whines as he continues to pant. You stare at his expression for a moment and slowly slip your clothes back on. This makes Asmo frown as he tries to use his fingers to claw at you but you shove his hand away from you. He lets out another whine and huffs at you.
He gets up with you and starts slipping his clothes back on, then flops back onto the bed. You watch him and start making your way out the door, but he throws a pillow at you before your hand touches the metal of the handle.
“Come on, lets cuddle at least Mc~” Asmo insists as he opens his arms for you. You reluctantly make your way towards him and lay next to him, you feel his arms slither around you.
“You enjoy it when we do this, right?” Asmo asks, referring to the countless nights you spent in bed with him. Intense moments with skin slapping against together with his whines, but it was regular and it made you question your entire relationship with him. It seems like this is all you both did with him anymore. Maybe you did enjoy as much as he did, but it didn’t fill in the gaps that needed to be filled.
“I do Asmo,” you mumble as Asmo grins to himself. His head snuggles into your shoulder and kisses your neck softly, aiming for the sensitive spot.
Beel couldn’t control the void that consumes everything, or how it never seems to end. His hunger never seemed to be satisfied no matter what he consumes. It was his reality, so when it was breakfast he was the first one to try to eat as much as he could on his plate, then grab seconds, thirds, as much as he could get.
You walk into the room and sit next to Beel, as you always do. You smile at him and bring the fork up to your mouth to touch your lips, you feel Beel staring at you. You glance over at him to see his eyes fixate on your food, you pull the fork away from your lips and offer it to Beel, his eyes lighten up and quickly accepts it. He swallows the bite down in seconds and glances at your food again. You let out a little chuckle and feed him another bite, and another, and another. But no matter how much he ate, there was no relief to the monster that absorbs all of the food that he ate, but never let Beel feel satisfied.
“Ah, sorry Beel, I don't have any more food, we should start heading to class,” you say, glancing at the clock. You get up from your seat and start heading out. Beel realizes how you never had a single bite of your own food, and the guilt sat on top of him.
“Mc, sorry I didn’t mean to…” Beel starts but you shake your head with a reassuring smile.
“I wasn’t too hungry anyways.” You feel your stomach rumble a bit, but he heard it. Beel frowns and looks down at the void that could never be filled.
“Mc, can I copy your homework again? I swear I’ll make it up to you,” Belphie asks. It was common for him to copy from you, it’s not like you minded though. But it didn’t seem to sit right either, maybe it was because in classes he made you do his work. All because he was too tired, which you understood.
You pass the homework to him, so he could copy and reword the answers. His eyes were struggling to stay open which made you smile softly, he always looked cute when he was sleepy, which was often. As soon he finishes you get up to head over to your room to make preparations.
You’ve stood in front of the carnival waiting for Belphie, you glance at your D.D.D., it’s been an hour and he didn’t show up. Maybe if you wait a little longer he would appear, but you knew he wouldn’t. You start heading back to the House of Lamentation, there were tears welling up your eyes. It was ridiculous how he promises a date with you, but yet doesn’t even show up. Asmo even helped to prepare you for the date (he insisted).
You open the door into the attic, to see him napping in his usual spot. You couldn’t help but slip off your shoe to chuck it at the sleeping form, but there was not even a reaction. You couldn’t help but let a tear run down, it wasn’t fair how you had to do everything for him, while he didn’t have to do anything in return. You quickly run off to escape from the pain caused by him.
Hello! You probably won’t see this, but I recently found your account and it’s been my safe space! I’ve been having really bad days and when I read your stuff I feel a lot better, so I would like to thank you. I actually downloaded tumbler because of you! So, here’s my question, how would the brothers react to a Suicidal MC? Or MC saying they don’t want to live? I’m sorry if this is too heavy of a concept or dumb, I just wanted to ask cause I haven’t been doing great. Love your account! :)
Oh dear, I'm so sorry...*hugs tight* I'm so grateful that this could be your safe space, and I'm so sorry about what you're going through. You don't deserve any of it, and I'm sure it'll pass. And this is not a dumb concept at all, I found myself thinking about writing it a few times too.
Thank you for your ask and kind words, I hope this brings you whatever little comfort it can. Wish you nothing but happiness and love. And if the bad thoughts get too much, please reach out to someone near you okay?
Tw: Suicidal tendency mentions, Harsh language
Hold On to Me
It doesn't really go away. That voice at the back of your head, telling you to end it right now. The easiest way out of misery. It'll just be like falling asleep, a little pain and then nothing more.
How long had you been standing on that ledge of thought, simply frozen in place? Not falling, not pushing yourself back to safety. Living with seven more people doesn't help either.
Because who had the time to sit down and talk about it? Atleast that's the excuse you used to never tell them about it.
Until you accidentally let it slip.
They were visiting you in the human world. You were so happy initially. And then things just started going wrong...you didn't know how to stop it. It was all barelling so fast out of control. You were sick of it. Tired. And it reached your eyes.
And one of them noticed. And they followed you to your room only to keep on asking. And you couldn't hold it in anymore.
"I just want to end it. I'm tired. Tired of everything. I don't want to live anymore."
LUCIFER stares at you with wide eyes. Wide scared eyes only for a second before he clears his throat.
"Do you have plans tomorrow, MC?" He asks, his grip tightening on the buttons of his coat.
"Not that I can think of." You said.
"I'd like to take you someplace. Please join me tomorrow afternoon. And get some good rest tonight." He said, before leaving the room.
He took you by the hand to an old garden in Devildom. It was overgrown, dried petals of flowers long dead graced the grey grass.
"This is where..," Lucifer paused and threaded his fingers through yours. "This is where I saw Lilith for the first time."
"...." You listened silently in awe.
"We had lost the war. Whoever joined me had fallen. I was the leader who doomed them all. So this is also where I almost joined Lilith in death." Lucifer said softly.
"I looked at my brothers, in pain and bleeding, their wings and body burnt and figured. It was a long fall. But then something saved me. Saved all of us. Diavolo..he changed everything."
"...."
"If I did go on to end myself, Lilith would never be reborn as human, my brothers might have followed me into death, and I would have never met you."
"Lucifer...I-"
He stands in front of you, placing his arms in your shoulders and pulling you closer.
"I don't know if I can save you from what you're feeling. But you can be certain I'll give my all. You're not alone. Just like I wasn't alone."
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MAMMON shook his head softly, furrowing his eyebrows, like it was a bad nightmare he was trying to wake up from.
"No.. oh no no no, not you MC..." It was like the mere thought of you permanant absence gave him a million ounces of pain at once.
"Mammon... you're shaking!" You help him onto the bed, refusing to take his eyes off you.
He didn't say another word. He simply leaned his head forward and onto your shoulder. Your shoulder felt damp and his breath was unstable.
"If ya end it...I...who am I.. going to protect? No, I have to protect you from this feeling. I'll protect ya from it. I know just what to do! Come with me!"
"Mammon wait- wait, you're not stable! Where are you taking me?!" He was desperate and erratic. Keeping his eyes ahead, he carried you through the skies, taking you someplace you had no idea about yet.
"I've seen it okay?! I've heard humans say this shit and then be gone." His jaw clenched. He was fighting back panicking tears.
"I've seen them jump off buildings and swallow pills and more horrible things. They wanted to end it, they said. And they almost ended up doing it! But there is a way to save them...they need to talk to these 'specialists' who make these thoughts go away, I know it!"
"Mammon..."
"Just talk to them okay? I don't know how long it'll take but it'll go away! I know it will, MC...just please. I don't want to lose you to it."
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LEVI dropped the whole pile of manga he was carrying for you. As you sighed and turned around in exhaustion, Levi crept up behind you. He stood closer now looking dead serious.
"It's not worth it, MC. It's really not worth it." Levi said gravely. "The people who hurt you or never cared about you will make a great big show of lies of how much they cared about you. And the people who actually cared will suffer in silence."
"Levi....You almost sound like you-" You cup his face. He hangs his head leaning into your touch.
"Right after the things had gotten peaceful in the Celestial Realm. When there was no need for the Navy or it's Admiral, I-" He paused.
He never planned to tell you this story. What if you think of him as weak? Or weaker than he already was.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. It's okay Levi." You insisted. But he saw the same tired look he saw in himself, on you. He had to tell you.
"I went off to the human world. By myself. Hoping to get lost or something. I'd never that useless before."
"...."
"All I did was worry my brothers. The only people who never made me feel like shit for not having anything to do anymore. It didn't feel good you know?"
You stood there in silence still absorbing his story. He blushed deeply realizing how bold he had decided to be suddenly and freaked out. You almost laughed.
"I- I- Did I say all that?! Oh no! I don't know what I was thinking - forget all of that MC, lets just go read the new manga I got!"
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SATAN stood there silently for a minute before he sat down on your bed. He looked at you and patted the mattress next to him, asking you to take a seat.
"Would you like to talk about it? It helps more than you realise." He said.
You sigh. "It's... it's a lot. I don't know."
"What would you like to do right now? At this very moment." He asked, nudging your shoulder with his.
"I...I just want to rest, I guess. I can't think of anything else." You said, throwing your hands in the air.
"Then let's rest." He falls back on the bed, holding his hand out to you. You take it and he pulls you down too.
You both lie there, staring at the ceiling in silence, his fingers softly caressing your knuckles. You felt yourself calming down, an odd sense of calm filling the air.
"This feels better?" He asked, looking over at you. You nodded.
"There's always things you'll want to do. And they will give you happiness no matter how much." Satan said, inching closer.
"Please don't deny yourself that happiness, MC. You deserve every bit of it."
"Satan..."
"And if you're feeling overwhelmed, I'm always here. I'll hold your hand and do whatever makes you a little happier. You mean too much to me, MC...I don't want you to feel this way alone."
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ASMO's eyes brimmed up with tears within seconds. "Don't... don't say things like that, MC..."
"Just leave Asmo. Please, I'm sorry I'm just not in a good state of mind." You said, exasperated.
"That's all the more reason I can't leave you alone, darling." Asmo moved ahead and swiftly put his arms around you, his head resting on top of yours.
"I can't talk right now, Asmo. I need some space okay? I don't any control what I might say to you and hurt you." You prodded. Everything felt unpleasant and suffocating.
"I don't mind MC." Asmo smiled. "You humans have such a self destructive pride - you push others away when you need them most. And hide your sadness with rage. A few of my own brothers do too."
"...."
"You can say whatever you want to me. Be as angry as you can. Curse all you want. I know you won't mean it."
He smiles the prettiest smile, pressing a chaste kiss on the top of your head. And you relax into his hug.
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The TWINs had come together and they exchanged horrified glances. Beel moved first and stood right before you. "MC..."
"Not now, Beel...just please, let me be awhile. I'm too tired for this." You try to reason.
He simply cups your face, stroking a stray tear running down your cheek. When did you even start to cry? "You're hurting inside. This is why you haven't been eating?"
"I'm just not hungry, Beel. That all."
"And you haven't been sleeping well either have you?" Belphie reached out a stroked the bags under your eyes. "Stop doing this to yourself, MC."
You move back letting both their hands fall off you. Too much at once. You couldn't take it right now.
"You don't get to tell me what to do or not do with myself. Besides I'm fine. I just need to be alone for a while."
"You need space, we get it. But please don't do anything stupid. We're right on the other side of the door." Belphie tugged at Beel's jacket. "Let's go Beel. MC just needs some alone time."
Beel dashed out only to come back within seconds with a handful of snacks and your favourite ice cream. "Please don't starve yourself."
"....I won't Beel, don't worry. Thank you for all this."
Belphie puffed up your pillow before he left. "I enchanted the pillow. You'll have a good sleep and no nightmaresa. We're right here when you need us."
I'm calling this part one of the 3 AM chronicles, it was meant to be mostly funny, but some of them got kinda angsty and obviously, there's violence.
I just got to thinking, what if in a different timeline, MC is just jacked and ends up beating the ever-loving shit out of Belphegor?
I hope you enjoy!
Also, P.S. don't be scared to use the ask box, pretty please use the ask box, I wanna know what my audience enjoys because while I love writing and I write what I want, I also want to make some of you happy as well. :)
Warnings: Violence, angst, brief sexual joke in Asmo's section, lesson 16 spoilers
Word count: 1.9k
Lucifer ♥
He’s always been impressed by your strength since you first came to the Devildom, if not, a little confused.
He’s seen plenty of strong humans, he knows body builders exist in the human world, but he thought it was a small percentage of them
Never did he think that a strong human would be summoned to the devildom, specifically, a non-magical strong human.
He heard a scream of absolute horror that sounded a lot like the youngest demon brother.
At first, he’s confused, but also very concerned. Hadn’t he put a sound-blocking spell on the attic door?
He’s quick to hurry his way up to the attic, only to see you... with the 7th ruler of hell, let me repeat that for those in the back; human who has one of the rulers of hell pinned beneath them, your foot pressing on the back of his skull, his arms bent around his backside, held in place by your knee, both of your arms struggling to keep his tail in place.
He’s speechless. It’s not often the Avatar of Pride is devoid of any words, but this is one of those moments.
Um. Thank goodness you’re not hurt? Yes, that’s the correct reaction. Oh thank my old man that you aren’t hurt
I mean, he knew that was Belphie’s plan all along, to hurt the exchange student so Diavolo’s reputation is ruined, so at least that wouldn’t happen.
Mammon ♥
Unlike Lucifer, your strength doesn’t make him worry any less.
He won’t say it though, he’ll just kind of follow you around and say it’s his duty to protect you, only as your first man, of course.
But he figured that you were safe in the house, so he didn’t worry nearly as much when you were home.
He was just chilling in his room one day, scrolling through Devilgram when he heard Belphie’s scream.
Well, at least it isn’t him that’s getting strung up by Lucifer. It was nice knowing you, Belphie
…
Huh. Isn’t Belphie supposed to be in the human world?
He starts following the source of the screaming only to see you on top of Belphie, your eyes wide in shock, chest heaving as they stare at the back of the youngest’s head.
Lucifer’s already ordering everybody back, so Mammon stays on the side lines and starts snapping photos, oh, these are going to going to sell so good!~
He can’t help but let out a little giggle, did Belphegor, the 7th ruler of hell, really get a royal ass-beating from the human exchange student? Absolute gold.
He is, of course, worried. He kind of wants to jump in and punch Belphie himself, I mean, why the hell would you look so scared if he wasn’t being a little brat?
With all due respect, though, with the state that Lucifer’s in, he figures it’s not a good idea to get in the middle of anything.
Leviathan ♥
At first, he was kind of scared of you
I mean, seeing you casually lifting weights with Beel kind of made him wimp out of making friends with you, but he was actually pretty shocked to find out you enjoyed the same things that he did.
He has a bad habit of hiding behind you in social events. Not because he expects you to protect him or anything, because obviously even a strong human can’t beat a demon, let alone protect a ruler of hell.
He was actually working on a cosplay at the time of the great ass-whooping, revamping his older Ruri-chan costume, to be exact.
Huh, wasn’t that Belphie screaming? Weird.
That was Belphie screaming.
Belphie is not supposed to come back to the Devildom until the exchange program is over. Huh. Maybe he misheard it. So, he stays in his room, because why would be show anyone but convention folks his cosplay?
Until he gets a text from Mammon. A pic of Mammon’s gorgeous, shocked face, with the caption “BRO GET YOUR ASS UP HERE”
He trots his happy ass up to the attic, which he finds weird, how did Belphie end up here before anyone noticed him coming into the house of-
LMAO THIS IS COMEDIC GOLD
Wait a minute, if... if you beat the shit out of Belphie, what could happen to him if you got mad?
He’s kind of caught in his head while this whole ordeal is going down, he wants to laugh, really, but he also wants to cower and hide. Did he really underestimate you? I mean, he knew you were strong but Belphie literally has the power of a demon behind him. He has a literal extra appendage, and yet you took him down.
Freaky.
Everyone was too engrossed in Belphie being humiliated to even make a big deal about his cosplay, which he couldn’t be more grateful for.
Satan ♥
He’s always been grateful for your willingness to answer his questions.
He would ask Solomon about human stuff, but a couple-thousand-year-old sorcerer isn’t really the prime example of a regular human.
He really doesn’t have a lot of opinions about your strength, he was a little shocked, yes, and kind of felt the same as Lucifer with the whole “I thought only a small percent of humans were strong what the hell went wrong/right?”
He’s getting his daily reading in one day, sitting down with a book and just taking a moment to himself, blocking himself away from the weight of the world outside of his room.
He hears loud, thundering footsteps outside, like a tank is running through the house. Beel.
He better not raid the fucking fridge again I swear to dad if he does Satan is going to lose his marbles.
He immediately sets down his book and darts out after Beel, not saying anything quite yet, just wanting to make sure he isn’t wrongly accusing his younger brother, for some odd reason.
Fully expecting the Avatar of Gluttony to dart to the kitchen, he’s kind of shocked when Beel takes a turn toward the staircase up to the attic.
I mean, yes, he heard a scream that sounded an awful lot like Belphegor from the attic, but he kind of figured Mammon maybe just had a voice crack when he was being strung up again.
And that’s when he sees it.
Like Lucifer, he’s just kind of... shocked. Speechless. He knew you were strong but literally pinning down the 7th ruler of hell? That’s a big feat for a lower demon, let alone a human.
Asmodeus ♥
He praises himself for his slender figure but he never said he didn’t enjoy muscle on his lovers, either.
From the day you arrived in the Devildom, he’s begging you to carry him, or give him a deep-tissue back massage, or really, anything, he makes any excuse to be around you.
He loves how strong you are, he can take a little manhandling, you know that, right MC? Just don’t be rough on his face <3
He was sitting in his room on that fateful day, getting out his nail polish and waiting for you. You did mention that you had one more thing to take care of before you could join him, but should it really be taking this long?
He’s used to hearing screams in the House of Lamentation, from Mammon being strung from the ceiling, and of course, screams from his own bedroom, but this was unlike any of those.
It was Belphie, screaming, no, shrieking at the top of his lungs.
Did he come back early? Oh, I bet he didn’t remember to keep those gorgeous nails of his painted.
He hears the thumping of two pairs of feet racing through the hallway, and immediately he’s intrigued.
So now he’s trailing behind Satan and Beel up to the attic, where he finds Belphegor, the 7th ruler of hell, pinned beneath... you?
But... MC... why isn’t he the one being pinned? Has he not been good to you?
In all seriousness, he’s shocked, horrified, even. You look so... frightened. Deep in his chest, he feels as though your heart beat is part of him, your thundering pulse.
He doesn’t like seeing your pretty little face contorted in fear.
Beelzebub ♥
He’s absolutely stoked that he gets to have a workout buddy in the Devildom! I mean, you can’t lift the same amount of weight as he can, because he’s a demon, and huge, and... yeah
But still, you’re great to have around. He feels a little less hungry when he’s around you, it’s like you ease the pain, the pain of feeling like he’s starving all the time, and the pain of not having Belphie around.
There’s not much Beelzebub wouldn’t do for you.
That being said, there’s also not a lot he wouldn’t do for Belphegor, either.
He’s been awaiting his twin’s return for who knows how long, so when he hears that scream from the attic, he’s confused. He starts to wonder if his mind is playing tricks on him, maybe he’s starting to hear things from being too hungry.
No. No, there’s no way he could just ‘imagine’ hearing Belphie shriek. He can also feel a little pang in his chest, his heart rate picking up as if he himself were panicked.
He wastes no time thundering down the hall and up the attic staircase, completely unaware that both Satan and Asmo are hot on his heels.
He pushes past Mammon with one broad shoulder, staring down at you with Belphie pinned beneath him.
Something in his head is so confused. Who should he be upset with? Should he be upset at anyone? Why do you look scared? Why is Belphie in his demon form?
His mind feels like its going through a rinse and spin cycle.
“...Lucifer. What’s going on?”
The words roll from his tongue, his tone less of a question and more of a demand, the need to get some answers.
Belphegor ♥
I mean yeah, you looked sort of strong, but he’s literally one of the rulers of hell. Really, his plan should have worked out fine.
You just opened the attic door and of course, he offers you a hug. How can you protest? After all, he’s just been so nice to you.
“In any event, MC, all I can do is thank you. Now I can finally achieve what I set out to do!” He says as he sprawls out his arms toward you, a hazy smile on his face.
Blinded by the joy of finally accomplishing your goal of freeing Belphegor, you accept his hug, melting into his arms.
“Ah... this really brings back memories. This feeling... I wonder how long it’s been since I’ve touched a human?”
His comforting embrace starts to sing a different tune, his body suddenly tensing up.
“So, MC... how can I express how I’m feeling right now? What can I do?” He scowls, his horns sprouting, his tail slowly unfurling and beginning to snake around your leg, his attire changing before your very eyes.
You feel his cool, slender fingers lace themselves around your neck, his nails digging little crescents into the soft flesh of your throat.
As your head starts to spin, he cranes his head back a little, letting out a giggle that turns into an open-mouthed cackle, his menacing canines gleaming beneath the dim glow of the attic lights.
“Heheh... FUCK-” As quickly as his demeanor changed, so did the tables. The tables didn’t just turn, they did a fucking backflip.
Before he can even get over the rush of adrenaline that clouds his thoughts, you’ve already escaped, scrambling to try and pin him.
He’s shrieking like a banshee as the two of you tussle, his inner dialog just repeating “what the fuck went wrong” over and over again.
