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if sherlock has 0 haters louis died
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“Goodnight!” You shouted down the hallway before you shut your door, unable to not smile after you heard the muffled replies of the brothers shouting back to you.
Climbing into bed had never been a difficult task and today it was no different. With you safe under your covers and your phone to distract you, you were perfectly content.
But, then, of course, Mammon came marching in as he had always done since your first week here. However, you had grown so used to this that it no longer disrupted the peace anymore.
So, you ignored him and simply lifted up the covers for him to slide into.
After a few minutes of DevilTok, you threw your phone onto your nightstand and covered yourself up with your blanket. You were finally ready to sleep.
Mammon curled closer, his face hidden in the blanket over your stomach. You smoothed his hair down, smiling at how he only pressed closer at the touch.
Your door creaked open. You raised your head but you were unable to tell who it was. They settled on the side opposite of where Mammon had gotten in and rubbed your shoulder gently instead of saying anything.
The lamp turned on. It was Satan. You rolled onto your stomach, trying to shield your eyes from the light. Mammon grumbled, annoyed that he could no longer hide his face in your body comfortably.
Your door once again creaked open. You groaned.
Another weight to the bed. Someone had decided to lay on your back. Four people in your bed was too unusual. You peeked an eye open.
Mammon was baring his teeth like a feral animal at whoever was on top of you. You would bet a thousand Grimm that it was Belphie.
You looked to your right. Satan wasn’t even reading his book and was instead looking at you.
You rolled your eyes. You knew what was happening. Your demons had once again came to the conclusion that you were human with a human lifespan.
You decided to just let them angst this one out.
The door opened and this time, two pairs of footsteps wondered to your bed. “Sorry, hun,” Asmo whispered as he crawled over you and Mammon. “Wanted to see you.”
“Uh huh…” Levi took his spot on the outside of your legs, your left calf acting as a cushion for his head. You prayed that you wouldn’t accidentally kick him in your sleep.
Then you heard the crunching of chips and a crinkle of a bag. You hadn’t even noticed him walk in.
You moaned into your pillow, exhausted beyond belief. “Beel, please stop eating. I know it sucks to be told that, but go outside if you’re going to crunch.”
There was an incoherent reply and then silence. The edge of the mattress dipped down. Satan turned his lamp off.
You worked on ignoring all of them, closing your eyes tightly and hoping for the best. Asmo dragged his manicured nails up and down your arm and it pulled you into a sleepy haze. You hummed out your appreciation and Asmo giggled tiredly in response.
You felt yourself rocking in and out of sleep, even drooling with how at peace you were. Maybe it wasn’t so bad having six demons in bed with you. Maybe it was worth it for this amount of comfort.
And then your door slammed open.
“Get out of their room, now.” A deadly aura made you choke on air, shivering violently. Lucifer was in his demon form and livid.
Belphie jolted awake on your back, making you gasp in pain as his elbows and knees dug into you. Mammon reacted, scrambling to pull you out from under him.
“Mammon,” Belphie growled, easing his weight back down onto you. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“What do ya think YOU’RE doing?!” Mammon huffed, irritated. “You’re hurtin’ ‘em!”
“They’re fine. They can handle it.” He patted you on the head. How were they ignoring Lucifer? You shifted warily under his weight, unable to see anything happening.
Lucifer started stomping over. You shrunk under Belphie, trying to hide.
“Who do you two think you are, ignoring me?” Lucifer loomed over you three, Levi rolling away to avoid confrontation. “You will all go to your own rooms immediately. The rest of you as well.”
“Lucifer!” Asmodeus whined, leaning into a dozing Beelzebub’s side. “Why can’t we stay? What’s the harm?”
“They were just about to sleep but someone decided to wake them back up,” Satan glowered up at Lucifer. “I think you should be the one to leave.”
“Oh my god, Lucifer just let them stay.” You took matters into your own hands, rubbing at your face tiredly. You wanted no more arguing tonight. “Thanks, but if I didn’t want them here I would’ve gotten rid of them long ago myself. Stay or leave, I don’t care just please turn off the lights.”
He walked away and flipped the switch, darkness fortunately covering the entire room once again. You relaxed and felt Belphie nuzzle into the nape of your neck.
You heard a chair being dragged on your wooden floor and then Lucifer sitting down. You rolled your eyes. Of course he would choose to stay but not be in the bed.
Now, with everything and everyone finally settled in for the night, you got to thinking.
How could all of them be upset over the same thing at once? You think quietly as you can in your bed filled with eight people and come to a damning conclusion. One that makes your stomach twist painfully.
“You had a family movie night without me, didn’t you? And it had someone dying long before someone else, didn’t it?” The sound of breathing stops, seven pairs of eyes stare at you, all conveying different degrees of guilt. “What the hell?”
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he doesn't mean to say it, the first time. it slips out, unbidden, like the most natural thing to ever come out of his mouth, because for once, you don't try to silence him, don't try to jokingly tell him to shut up.
you blink at him, remote in one hand, the other shoved squarely against his cheek, frozen in place from how you'd fought him for control of the TV in your own room. "what'd you say?"
mammon's cheeks flush, he can't help it if he tried, his skin is so heated he's sure you'll burn from touching it. "n-nothing," he mumbles, looking away, though he knows it's too late.
"mammon." by the tone of your voice he already knows he won't win. you drop the remote uncaringly, clamber into his lap and hold his face in both your hands before he can hide it from you. "say that again, exactly what you said."
his pretty eyes dart around, anywhere except into your own. your thumbs soothe into the heat of his cheeks, the warmth of your body against his only making the emotion well up in his chest that much more, the beat of his heart quicken. he shakes his head stubbornly.
you hold him even more stubbornly. "don't make me use our pact."
and he realizes then why he'd said it; you're his perfect match, through and through.
he sighs, as if it's the most difficult thing for him to do, but he knows you see right through him, you always have. finally he meets your eyes, and he wonders why he'd looked away in the first place, because you're so beautiful he doesn't have the words for it. your eyes are sparkling with mischief, and so much fondness for him, more than he ever thinks he's deserved, that playful, irresistible little quirk to your lips, the warmth in your own cheeks. you hold him so gently, as if he isn't exponentially stronger than you, as if he wouldn't do anything in the world for you. when he speaks again, it's clear, though quiet, full of intention. "i said, 'you're lucky i love ya.'"
it was in his nature to run away. to hide his true feelings and ignore the way you made his heart race. he's thought to be selfish - it's part of his sin, after all - but then how, and why, did he care about you more than he had ever cared about anything else in his long lifetime?
this was something he'd known, deep down, for a while, but had never had the courage to face or much less admit to you.
his hands slide over your thighs bracketing his hips, squeeze gently at your flesh for reassurance.
your smile grows slowly, fingers trailing down to trace the line of his jaw before your arms are wrapping around his shoulders. "oh?" you touch your nose to his, then your forehead. "i love you, too."
mammon thinks his heart bursts in his chest. he blinks back at you once, unable to hide his own smile, but then you're capturing it in your lips, kissing at his nose and his stupid blushing cheeks and finally, his lips. you kiss him with such tenderness, such love, it melts into your every action, your every touch, every stuttered breath between you, every gentle nip, every cautious kitten lick. his hands slide to the small of your back, the nape of your neck, to hold you in place, as if you'd rather be anywhere else.
when you pull away to breathe, it's only an inch away, hands in his hair, fingers scratching soothingly at his scalp in a way that makes him want to purr. your smile is brilliant, so beautiful he hardly registers anything else, doesn't even realize he's smiling just as wide, lost in you and that lovely little sparkle in your eye, full of mischief and wonder and everything he's been missing. "so you love me, huh?"
he kisses you again. "don't tease me or i'll take it back."
he can't get enough of you.
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