Lucifer's breathing was deep and calming. His chest rose and fell against your cheek as you pressed an ear to his shirt and allowed him to rub your back. His fingers trailed over your spine — down to your waist with a quick detour to the side of your ribs, back up to the knot at the base of your neck, then down again to repeat the journey.
Though he had the biggest bed in the house by far with plenty of space, it was fun to lay directly on top of Lucifer. You felt warm and safe. Unfortunately, you also felt the need to pee.
"Lucifer," you started.
"Hmm?"
"I'll be right back."
You didn't give a reason, though it was easy enough to guess. You reluctantly climbed off of him. The cold wooden floor made you shiver.
"Like, literally. Right back, okay? You can time me if you want." You began speed-walking to the doorway, but threw a glance back at Lucifer to make sure he was listening.
The demon was staring sleepily at his ceiling and replied, in a weary tone, "Go do what you need, but who knows what could happen if you keep me waiting too long?"
You hurried. Some time was wasted waiting for the water to warm up when washing your hands, but you otherwise returned to Lucifer's room in record time. You announced, "I'm back!" as you opened the door and headed straight to the bed.
Disbelief. Betrayal. You felt many different emotions.
Lucifer had rolled onto his side.
"Welcome back," he had the gall to say. He kept his eyes shut, but raised an arm for you to crawl under. As if being the little spoon was in any way comparable to being the blanket.
"What are you doing?" you asked frantically. "Where did my spot go?"
Lucifer flapped his hand. "It's right here. Hurry and get in before my arm gets sore."
"Noo!" You crawled in front of Lucifer and grabbed that arm. You had never been very successful at pushing the demons, they were like stubborn old boulders who refused to move unless they were playing along. Nonetheless, you attempted to push Lucifer back in place. He opened his eyes and stared at you with those blood red irises that glinted in the dim candlelight. He didn't budge.
"Be good and come back to bed," he ordered.
"It's not the same!" you insisted, putting your whole weight against him. He had to be using magic, or something. The man was locked in place, even when you pushed with all the might you had. "Ack!"
You toppled over. Lucifer went on the offensive and pinned you to the mattress with his arm. He was finally tired of holding it up, and decided it was less exhausting to just sweep it around your torso and hold you down.
He grabbed a good handful of skin, enjoying your warmth once again against the palm of his hand. Lucifer nuzzled his face against the back of your head and pulled you against him while you squirmed and complained in protest. "I wanted to be on top! I liked what we had before!"
"Well, I'd like to sleep like this tonight," he stated, the breath from his voice heating up your ear. "We can try your way again tomorrow."
The asylum staff tried switching you to a completely different medication schedule, heavier sedatives meant to keep you asleep through his 3:00 AM break-ins. It backfired spectacularly. The first night, he snuck into your room and found you completely unresponsive, staring blankly at the ceiling, too drugged to even squeeze his hand back. Yandere!AsylumPatient nearly leveled the ward. He hauled the night nurse over the counter by her collar, demanding to know what they "put in his little bird." Now, he strictly monitors your pill intake. He will sit next to you during morning meds, take the little paper cup from the nurse, sniff it suspiciously, and force the staff to explain every single tablet before he lets you swallow it. If he thinks a pill makes you too drowsy, he’ll flick it across the room into a drain. "No way, doc. This one makes them look like a ghost. Give them the pink ones, those make them smile."
Yandere!AsylumPatient has developed a terrifying "radar" for your panic spikes, even when you aren't in the same room. If you are down the hall in a private evaluation session and the therapist starts pressing too hard on your traumas, causing your breathing to hitch, he will somehow sense it from the common area. The facility has logs of him abruptly stopping a conversation, tilting his head like a predator catching a scent, and then sprinting down the corridor. Yandere!AsylumPatient will literally throw his entire weight against the evaluation room’s heavy observation glass, cracking it, just so you can see his face pressing against the window. He’ll mouth the words "I’m right here, baby," while pointing a threatening, blood-stained finger at your terrified therapist.
The administrative board tried to implement a "rewards system" to manipulate him, offering him better food, courtyard privileges, or access to books if he stayed away from you for a week. Yandere!AsylumPatient laughed in the warden’s face, spat on the mahogany desk, and flipped the table over. You are his only currency. Yandere!AsylumPatient cannot be bought, reasoned with, or bribed because nothing in the mortal world holds any value to him compared to the feeling of your chin resting on his chest. In fact, he uses his good behavior as a weapon. Yandere!AsylumPatient will completely cooperate with a brutal evaluation or sit quietly through a forced injection only if the head doctor explicitly signs a pass allowing him to sit in your cell for the entire afternoon.
Yandere!Asylum Patient's teasing personality completely ruins the solemn, sterile atmosphere of the asylum's cafeteria. While the other inmates sit in dead silence, terrified of making a wrong move, he turns your lunch table into his personal comedy club. Yandere!AsylumPatient will balance plastic spoons on his nose, make ridiculous caricatures of the guards using mashed potatoes, and steal the best dessert options from three tables over just to pile them onto your tray. If you hide your face in your hands out of sheer embarrassment from the attention, he’ll softly pull your wrists away, grinning deeply. "Don't hide that pretty face, little bird. Look at me, I'm being a good boy today. Eat your pudding."
The guards tried replacing your room’s standard lock with a state-of-the-art digital keypad to stop his nightly visits. It took him exactly two nights to bypass it. Yandere!AsylumPatient didn't hack it; he simply waited in the shadows until the night guard typed the code, memorized the specific beep tones of the buttons, and then broke that same guard's fingers later that week so he could take his master keycard anyway. When he slipped into your room that night, he tossed the broken pieces of the keypad onto your floor like a cat presenting a dead mouse. "Look, sweetie! No more annoying beeping sounds. Now we can sleep."
Yandere!AsylumPatient has a massive, unhinged hatred for the facility's alarm system because the loud, screeching klaxons make you cover your ears and cry. During a massive facility-wide lockdown, while the sirens were blaring, he didn't try to escape through the broken gates. Instead, he systematically ripped three separate alarm speakers completely out of the concrete walls with his bare, bloody hands, throwing them down the stairs. The second the hallway went quiet, he dropped to his knees in front of you, entirely covered in drywall dust, and gently pulled your hands away from your ears. "Better? I turned off the bad noise for you. Now you only have to listen to me."
The absolute breaking point for the asylum occurred when they tried to transfer you to an entirely different state facility. They tried to do it secretly at 4:00 AM while Yandere!AsylumPatient was locked in solitary confinement. The moment he heard the transport van’s engine idling outside your window, his brain completely fractured. He literally shattered his own shoulder to slip out of a heavy-duty straitjacket, bit a chunk out of a guard's arm, and smashed through the reinforced glass of the solitary ward. He sprinted onto the tarmac completely barefoot, throwing his body onto the hood of the moving transport van, tearing at the windshield wipers, and screaming through the glass at you.
The transfer was immediately canceled because Yandere!AsylumPatient threatened to track down and slaughter the family of every single board member if the van drove an inch further. Now, the administration has completely accepted its defeat. You are never leaving this asylum, and neither is he. They have officially modified your file to list him as your permanent "crisis companion." You are still a prisoner in a cold, clinical hell. Still, as he lies beside you in the dark, his heavy arms wrapped around your waist and his chest vibrating with a dark, satisfied chuckle, you realize the asylum isn't keeping him locked in; he's keeping the rest of the world locked out.
Yandere!AsylumPatient has developed a weirdly sweet, yet entirely territorial habit of "decorating" your uniform. Since the asylum forces everyone to wear the same drab, scratchy grey scrubs, he felt it made his little bird look too much like the other patients. To fix this, he uses the colorful threads he meticulously unravels from the contraband blankets he steals for you. Yandere!AsylumPatient will sit on the floor of the dayroom, leaning his chin on your knee, and use a smuggled plastic needle to crudely embroider little messy stars, hearts, or his own initials along the collar and cuffs of your shirt. If a nurse tries to give you a fresh, clean pair of scrubs during laundry day, Yandere!AsylumPatient will snatch them out of her hands and rip them down the seam. "They wear what I make for them, got it? Go find a different rag."
The institutional apathy of the medical board completely enrages him, so Yandere!AsylumPatient has effectively taken over the role of your head nurse. Yandere!AsylumPatient keeps a meticulous mental log of their physical health. If you are having a particularly high-anxiety day and refuse to eat your cafeteria food, he doesn't just tease you; he goes on a full-scale covert mission. Yandere!AsylumPatient will break into the staff kitchen, intimidate the line cooks into frying up exactly what you're craving, and bring it back to your cell on a real porcelain plate he stole from the doctors' lounge. He’ll sit on the edge of your cot, carefully blowing on a hot spoonful of soup, his eyes wide and completely serious. "Open up, little bird. You’re getting too small. I can feel your ribs when we cuddle, and it’s making me cranky."
Yandere!AsylumPatient's presence has completely altered the social hierarchy among the other patients. The dayroom used to be a predatory, stressful environment for you, filled with volatile inmates who would scream or pick fights. Now, the second you step into the room, a dead, suffocating silence falls over the entire ward. The other patients will literally press themselves against the walls or look away, completely terrified of making eye contact with you. They know that if they even step into your peripheral vision and cause your shoulders to tense up, he will interpret it as a personal threat and physically throw them across the room. He has turned a maximum-security madhouse into your private, quiet courtyard.
Yandere!AsylumPatient has a deeply unhinged reaction to your tears. On the rare occasions where your anxiety completely boils over and you break down crying from the sheer hopelessness of being trapped in an asylum, his playful, teasing demeanor completely evaporates. Yandere!AsylumPatient will freeze, his face going entirely pale and his slitted eyes darting around the room as if looking for an invisible enemy to kill. When he realizes it’s just your own mind hurting you, he will grow completely desperate. He’ll cup your face in his large, calloused hands, wiping your tears away so aggressively his thumbs almost bruise your cheeks. "Don't do that. Don't do that, sweetie, it makes my chest hurt. Tell me who I need to kill to make you stop. Do you want me to burn the building down? I'll do it right now, just stop crying."
The nightly routine has escalated because he’s gotten bored with fighting the guards. Now, Yandere!AsylumPatient treats the 3:00 AM alarm like a highly competitive sport. When the sirens start blaring and the heavy boots of the riot squad echo down the hall, he will actually laugh, pulling your blanket over both of your heads like a makeshift fort. As the guards burst into the room with their shields, he’ll pop his head out, baring his teeth in a wild grin, and start throwing whatever objects he successfully smuggled into your room that day, heavy medical books, stolen soap dispensers, or metal trays. He treats the entire violent struggle like a hilarious game of tug-of-war, keeping his legs tightly tangled with yours so that every time the guards pull his upper body, they inadvertently drag you closer to him, too.
Yandere!AsylumPatient has begun taking "inventory" of the staff, memorizing which nurses are gentle when they take your vitals and which ones are rough or impatient. If a technician handles your arm too roughly during a blood draw, leaving a small purple mark on your fragile skin, that technician will mysteriously find themselves cornered in the dark hallway during the night shift. Yandere!AsylumPatient won't kill them because he knows that would get him transferred to a permanent black-site facility away from you, but he will leave them with a terrifying, unforgettable warning. The next morning, that same technician will walk into your room, trembling, tearfully apologizing to you while keeping their eyes glued to the floor, while your boyfriend sits in the corner, happily playing with your hair and giving them a slow, sickening wink.
Ultimately, Yandere!AsylumPatient has completely broken your desire to ever be released from the asylum. Yandere!AsylumPatient has successfully conditioned your fragile nervous system to associate him with total safety. You know that if you were ever cured and let out into the real world, you would be completely alone in a loud, terrifying society. But inside these cold, whitewashed walls, under the heavy, suffocating weight of his constant touch and his terrifying devotion, you are completely untouchable. He has turned your prison into a permanent, dark fairy-tale kingdom, and he is perfectly content reigning over the ashes of your sanity forever.
Before he was committed, Yandere!AsylumPatient was a walking urban legend. He wasn't a calculated mastermind; he was completely, terrifyingly chaotic, the kind of monster who would end up on the news for destroying a public space or going after completely random people for reasons only his warped mind understood. The entire city breathed a sigh of relief when he was finally locked away in the high-security wing of the asylum. He is notoriously violent, and even the beefiest, most hardened guards refuse to enter his cell without a full riot squad and tranquilizers on standby.
You, on the other hand, are the absolute polar opposite. You are a deeply anxious, fragile, and heavily medicated patient who was completely eaten alive by the brutal reality of the asylum. The constant echoing screams down the hallways, the loud slamming of heavy iron doors, and the cold, clinical apathy of the staff keep your nervous system in a state of permanent panic. You spend most of your days huddled in the corners of the recreation yard, trembling, staring at the floor, and trying to make yourself as invisible as possible.
Yandere!AsylumPatient noticed you on your very first day in the yard. While the other patients kept their distance from him out of pure survival instinct, you were too dazed by your sedative cocktail to realize who he was. When a group of aggressive, larger patients tried to corner you to steal your ration card, he didn't just step in, he turned the entire recreation yard into a bloodbath. He dismantled them within seconds, his face twisted into a maniacal, joyful grin as he broke bones just to hear them snap. But the moment he turned around to look at you, the wild, crazed light in his eyes instantly softened.
From that exact moment, he appointed himself as your absolute, immovable shield. He treats the entire asylum like his personal playground, and you are his most prized, delicate treasure. When he is around you, his terrifying, bloodthirsty persona completely melts away into an affectionate, playful tease. He loves leaning his head on your shoulder, poking your cheeks, and whispering ridiculous jokes in your ear just to see if he can get you to crack a small smile through your anxiety. "Hey, little bird... look what I got for you. Don't tell the doctors, or I'll have to bite them again."
Yandere!AsylumPatient is a master at stealing things from the staff and other wards just to spoil you. Despite being heavily monitored, he always manages to slip into your hands things that are strictly forbidden or impossible for a patient to get: a soft, smuggled contraband blanket that doesn't scratch your skin, a handful of sweet candies he swiped from a nurse's desk, or a colorful drawing he made using stolen crayons. He will literally sit at your feet in the dayroom, shielding your body from the view of the guards, hand-feeding you treats like you're a pampered royal rather than a prisoner.
The asylum administration is absolutely terrified of the codependency developing between you two, so they try to separate you constantly. But every single attempt results in absolute catastrophe. The second a guard puts a hand on your arm to lead you to a different wing, he flips the switch back to his "batshit insane" self. He will scream, spit, and fight with the strength of ten men, throwing his body against the concrete walls and threatening to rip the throats out of every doctor on the board. He makes it completely impossible for the facility to function.
During his worst, most violent episodes when he is strapped to a gurney in a straitjacket, foaming at the mouth and laughing hysterically while doctors try to pump him full of sedatives, the only thing that can calm him down is you. The staff eventually learned that the fastest way to stop a full-scale riot is to just wheel his gurney right back into your room. The second he sees your face, his frantic breathing slows down. He’ll look up at you through his restraints, his bloody teeth bared in a soft, goofy grin, and whine like a puppy. "See? I told them I'd behave if they brought me back to my favorite person. Come untie me, sweetie."
Yandere!AsylumPatient has effectively turned your shared corner of the asylum into an untouchable sanctuary. The other patients are too terrified to even look in your direction, and the doctors have completely given up on separating you out of fear for their own lives. You are still trapped in a cold, terrifying asylum, but as long as his heavy, protective arm is draped around your shoulders, pulling your anxious frame tight against his chest, the rest of the world can't hurt you anymore. He will keep you safe in his madness forever.
Yandere!AsylumPatient has a literal, physical dependency on touching you. The doctors call it a "pathological hyper-fixation," but to him, it’s just breathing. Whether you two are sitting in the cold dayroom, walking the bleak corridors, or eating in the cafeteria, he must have some part of his body connected to yours. He’ll walk right behind you with a large, heavy hand resting firmly on the small of your back, or he’ll constantly play with your fingers, tracing the lines of your palm. Even if he’s in the middle of a manic, high-energy rant to himself, his other hand will be gently, rhythmically patting your head, treating you like the only grounding wire in his chaotic mind.
This constant touch is actually the only thing that keeps his violent impulses at bay. The guards have noticed a terrifying pattern: if he is touching you, his heart rate is stable, and he just acts like a teasing, overly affectionate boyfriend. But the exact millimeter his skin loses contact with yours, like if a nurse forces you to step away for a blood pressure check, his entire body goes completely rigid. His jaw tics up, his eyes go dead, and he begins to growl. He will literally glare at the staff like a rabid dog on a short leash until your hand is safely back in his.
Yandere!AsylumPatient treats your high levels of anxiety as an invitation to smother you. Whenever the alarms go off, or another patient has a loud, screaming episode that makes you cover your ears and shake, he gets this dark, intensely satisfied look in his eyes. He will instantly pull your fragile frame into his lap, wrapping his long arms around you like a human straitjacket, burying his face in your neck. He’ll rock you back and forth, whispering playful, sweet nonsense against your skin while shielding your view of the room. "Let them scream, little bird. Just listen to me. I'm right here. Breathe me in."
The nighttime routine is the absolute bane of the asylum’s security staff. Because they are kept in separate wards at night, he is supposed to be locked behind a reinforced steel door. He isn't. Nobody actually knows how he does it whether he steals a hairpin, blackmails a night-shift guard, or literally forces the hinges out of the frame but every single night, without fail, he breaks out of his cell. He sneaks through the dark, sterile hallways like a ghost, completely ignoring the security cameras, with only one destination in mind: your room.
You’ll be lying in your cot, staring at the ceiling in a state of deeply anxious insomnia, when you suddenly hear the soft, familiar click of your door unlocking. He’ll slip into your room with a huge, boyish grin, completely untroubled by the fact that he’s breaking maximum-security protocols. Before you can even whisper his name, he’s already sliding under your thin, scratchy white blanket. He will pull you flush against his chest, tucking your head securely under his chin, and let out a deep, contented sigh, finally falling asleep the second he can feel your heartbeat against his ribs.
The middle of the night always ends in a chaotic, exhausting circus. Around 3:00 AM, the night-guard patrol will inevitably shine a flashlight through your window, spot the massive, notorious killer sleeping peacefully in the fragile patient's bed, and sound the red alarm. A squad of six to eight heavily armored guards will burst into the room with batons and shields. He doesn't even wake up angry; he just groans, holding onto you even tighter, wrapping his legs around yours like a stubborn child throwing a tantrum.
As the guards literally grab his arms and try to pry him out of your bed, he’ll start screaming and cursing, tossing his head back and snapping his teeth at them. He’ll rip the sheets, kick the bedframe, and fight with terrifying, supernatural strength just to keep one hand wrapped around your wrist. "Let go of me, you corporate pigs! I'm sleeping! They were having a nightmare. I'm helping them! I'll skin you alive if you pull me away from them!" He will drag the entire weight of the guard squad across the floorboards just to maintain a grip on your fingertips for three more seconds.
The second his grip finally slips and they successfully drag him backward out into the hallway, he flips completely into his chaotic, batshit-insane persona laughing maniacally, threatening the night supervisor's family, and kicking the walls until they lock him in solitary. But it’s completely pointless. The staff knows that within three hours, the sun will come up, the recreation yard will open, and he will walk right back out of his cell, completely fine, covered in new bruises, and immediately seek you out to place a warm, possessive hand right back on your shoulder as if nothing ever happened.
It’s nothing bad of course, he still smells like the sickeningly sweet florals he wears just… different?
Sometimes you swear when you’re around him the scent makes your head fuzzy, you feel all… compliant and warm. It’s nothing though, he’s just your friend, obviously it’s just that you enjoy being around him so of course you feel different around him!… right?
The faint smell of whatever it is seems to be left on Solomon, you recognize it right away but yet you still can’t say exactly what it is.
Solomon says something about staying with him and Asmo forever, something that you wave off with a laugh.
You feel as if you’re going crazy, it’s just a perfume… why is it bothering you so much?
Eventually you snoop around Asmo’s room, smelling all the different perfumes, lotions, oils, and all the other scented things he has to try and find it.
And yet, nothings the same.
As you sit back on his bed in defeat he comes back. You can feel him fussing over you like normal, but for some reason your mind is just… so much more fuzzy than normal.
You try to speak, explain why you’re in here, ask him about the perfume.. maybe some Devildom ingredients are harmful to humans? But it’s useless, you quickly succumb to the intoxicating scent, falling limp in Asmo’s arms.
But that was his plan all along, and little do you know you’ll wake up to an entirely new life.
A life where you stay locked in one room, your whole life only being Asmo and occasionally Solomon.
Maybe it won’t be so bad? Maybe you’ll enjoy it? And if Asmo has anything to say about it, you will enjoy it.
The game talks about how the brothers often end up sneaking in MC's room to hang out sooo whats it like when they sneak in at night?
Originally going to be short head cannons but I got carried away and they're more like one shots now... so this will be split up into parts to save everyone from reading the longest post ever.
Content: SFW but there's some spicy suggestion, kissing, cuddling, etc.
First part pairings: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi x gn!MC
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Lucifer
You thought Devildom would freeze over before you’d ever walk into your room and see Lucifer, of all demons, asleep in your bed. It wasn’t unusual for him to request, ok well, demand, that you spend the night in his room, but in yours?
This was new.
Yet there he was, sound asleep in your bed, arms wrapped around one of your pillows, face buried in it, breathing slow and even.
You'd just teleported back, air still humming with magic. After a week in the human world, you were so exhausted you decided to slip in quietly and just greet the brothers in the morning. Too tired for the excitement.
A soft laugh slipped from your lips as you set your bag down, shaking your head, shoes already kicked off as you crawled into bed.
He slept on the very edge of the bed, as if he’d deliberately left room for you.
You eased one knee onto the mattress, moving carefully, trying not to disturb him. The mattress creaked as you shifted your weight, and that was when the pillow slipped from his arms.
Before you could even process what was happening his fingers closed around your wrists, strong and firm, pulling you down until you were flush against him. Then, in one fluid movement, he flipped you onto your back.
Your breath caught, a tiny yelp leaving your lips as he pinned your wrists above your head.
"Did you think you could sneak into my house without saying hello?" He whispered, breath warm against your ear, and you could practically feel the smirk on his face.
"You faker!" you accused, squirming under his grip, but you couldn't hide the delighted giggles.
"I waited a week for you. You could at least greet me properly." He retorted, but his grip loosened on your wrists and he rolled onto his back, smug as ever.
You roll back onto him, palms pressed to his chest, pouting up at him. "Hello, and goodnight," you tease softly, but your eyes fluttered closed when his hands thread through your hair, twirling the strands with that slow fond affection he only holds for you.
"Perhaps we could share this bed tonight," his tone making it clear he didn't expected you to say no.
And you definitely don’t.
The moment you settle beside him, his hand finds your waist, holding you like he’s been waiting the entire week just for this. His lips brush your forehead once, twice before they trail slowly over your skin like he’s relearning you inch by inch after too long apart.
You don’t remember falling asleep, only the warmth of his lips against yours.
Mammon
You know its him the instant you hear your doorknob turn, but the loud crash that follows only confirms it. Something, probably his foot, hits your desk, and Mammon hisses through his teeth.
"OW— seriously?! Why’s it so dark in here, MC?! Ya tryin’ to kill me?" he grumbles as he stumbles blindly towards your bed.
He finally makes it to your bed and drops to his knees, hands gripping the blanket as he peers up at you. His eyes are wide, hopeful, and full of longing as he tries to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks.
"What is it Mammon?" You whisper softly, still rubbing sleep from your eyes.
He looks away, then back at you, then away again.
"Well.. The Great Mammon was just thinkin..." He starts and stops as if expecting you to read his mind, save him from the embarrassment. "...that maybe, y’know… if someone was lonely… I could… uh— fix that. By bein’ here. In your room. With you."
You can’t help but roll your eyes, but you shift over anyway, lifting the covers. “You can just admit you want to spend the night—"
He's crawling into bed before you can even finish, sliding under your blankets in a clumsy rush. Despite having given him plenty of space, he presses himself right against you. His chest fits perfectly against your back, arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he buries his face in your hair. You can feel his eyelashes flutter against your neck as he exhales, warm and shaky.
That's when you realize he's shirtless, skin hot against yours.
"I love you, treasure..." he murmurs into your hair, nuzzling closer. And you cant help the blush that now dusts your face, one of those moments where the truth slips out, all soft and unguarded, only for you to hear.
You stay tangled together all night. Once or twice, you swear you're woken up by the press of his lips to your neck, so soft you wonder if maybe you were dreaming.
Leviathan
There's a soft buzz from your phone.
'MC! MC! Emergency! You have to play this new game with me right now! It’s… uh… really good… or… dangerous… or… whatever! lolol'
You smile at the text, though you can feel your palms begin to sweat a bit at the 'dangerous', praying he didn't purchase some cursed game... again.
Not long after there's a soft knock at your door.
"Come in!"
Levi pokes his head inside, oversized headphones hanging around his neck.
"You should really come up with a password MC..." He shakes his head, sighing dramatically. "What if someone just walked in here! Uninvited!"
"...They do that anyway"
He gasps loudly, throwing a hand to his forehead. "Exactly! Which is why you NEED a password! A magical barrier! A high-level anti-normie defense spell!"
He pauses, then lowers his voice.
"…But if I knock, you better let me in, okay?"
"Of course, Levi" You can't help the laugh that falls from your lips.
✦
The glow of your TV flashes in the room, bright whites and colorful hues popping onto screen. You’re propped against a pile of pillows while Levi lies sprawled across the floor, surrounded by his nest of blankets.
"FLAMING LEVIATHAN PUUUNCH!"
You giggle, hugging a fluffy pillow to your chest. "You missed"
"I was just warming up!" he argues, voice growing whiny as the sound of rapid button mashing fills the room.
“TIME FOR MY FINAL MOVE!”
He misses again.
"Don't you dare say anything." He mumbles, cheeks bright red as your giggle fits descend into full bits of laughter.
Hours slipped by in bursts of shouting, laughter, and Levi’s occasional “Did you see that? MC, did you SEE THAT?!” as he landed accidental crits.
Eventually, your eyes grow heavy, your head falling forward as you fight sleep.
"lololol you’re totally about to face plant into your own lap," He teases, but his voice is softer now.
"Nah—(yawn) m'ok" Your head hits the pillow, eyes struggling to stay open as you bury yourself under the blankets.
"S'late.. jus' stay here tonight..." you mumble, half asleep. There's a sharp, flustered gasp.
“M–Me? Stay? L-Like… in your room? In your… bed?”
"Yes Levi," you pat the empty spot in your bed, cracking your eyes open. He's covering his face with his hands, beet red, and for a moment you genuinely think he might bolt.
“O-Okay, okay, okay, I’m...staying, I’m staying—”
You smile and lift the covers, arms open.
He hesitates one more time, jerking backwards like he wants to run away before launching himself into bed with you, eyes squeeze shut. When he doesn't burst into flames from the contact, he relaxes slowly, tucking his face into your shoulder.
You wrap your arms around him, fingers running soothingly through his hair.
“You’re… really warm,” he mumbled. “Way warmer than my Ruri-chan body pillow.”
He nuzzles closer, voice dropping to a soft whisper meant only for you.
“…I like staying here. With you. Like... a lot.”
"Then.. I guess we'll have to have sleepovers more often," you murmur softly, and you can feel the delighted noise he makes, smiling against your skin.
You fall asleep together, sleeping and snuggling until late afternoon like the two exhausted gamers you are.
The End (for now...)
I poured my heart and soul into Mammon's section ;-; I also spent way too long on Lucifer's section, I hope the Luci lovers appreciate (and somehow Levi's section is the longest???)
the other parts/pairings will be out soon, so make sure to follow or check back if you're waiting for a special demon. Also a Christmas special will be coming soon because I cant like anything normally...
Mc: Dia, can you please transform to your demonic form?
Diavolo: Sure Mc *transforming* Why?
Mc: *rushing up to hug him* Ah, much better, so warm….
Diavolo: Ha, ha *happy* I see *covering them with his wings and hugging them* It's really cold today.
A very hot day
Mc: Barbatos could you-
Barbatos: *already transformed* Fu, fu, fu *opening his arms*
Mc: *rushing up to hug him* Ah~ how cool you are!
Barbatos: *rubbing his cheek with theirs* And you're warm, it's nice.
Lucifer: …
Mephisto: ...
Mephisto: Do you really think it is tolerable that a human is using our future king as a stove and the royal butler as a refrigerator?
Lucifer: I prefer not to answer… But Diavolo and Barbatos seem more than happy.
Mephisto: ... I have so many questions.
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I am one of those who believe that demons have their internal body temperature depending on the type of demon they are, in this case Diavolo has a high body temperature and Barbatos has a low body temperature.
Writing this has made me realize I'm a lot more like Floyd than I realized
Oh dear
Floyd Leech
Floyd was bored, which is never a good thing for anyone as Azul, Jade and the entire student body of NRC could tell you. A bored Floyd was a Floyd who would do anything to satiate his boredom.
In this case, Floyd was scrolling through his phone’s appstore, looking for something, anything to catch his eye so he could stop being so bored. Unfortunately for the eel, literally every game was either a shitty cash grab or just not able to grab his attention.
None of the games…until yours of course.
Floyd interest is peaked when the preview video of your game shows an intense battle between multiple characters, advertised to “draw in anyone with it’s multi-player pleasing features !”
Eh what the hell
Floyd probably has the game for a week until he finds something that catches his eye, you a 5 star he pulled on the games limited time banner
You are the 5 star, the one people have been saving up for months to get, the one who whales spend a fortune on because you aren’t even guaranteed past pity-!
But here you are, sitting in Floyd’s character box like a fish outta water next to all the other 3 and 4-star characters he had gotten for free
Floyd can’t really pinpoint what it is he finds so interesting about you (and if you asked his closest friend and brother the same question, you’d get identical answers, “Floyd’s interests rarely follow a pattern, I don’t know either.”) but either way, he likes you enough to seek out Idia so you can start dealing damage instead of just looking pretty on the battlefield
(Idia’s soul nearly leaves his body. Twice, the first time is when Floyd approaches him and the second is when he sees the new ultra-rare, ultra meta, dmg dealer chara in his game)
Likes spending his time either playing the game with you or scrolling through content about you or in relation to you (me me me me me-)
Has been yelled at by Azul because he’s doing an in-game event with you when he’s supposed to be cooking
Went on a merch deep dive at 3 a.m. in the morning (me again, I think Floyd and me have some things in common-) and ended up with a ton of merch being delivered to the Mostro Lounge the next day because he was too impatient to wait and come’on Azull~ you have a bunch of madol in your bank account, ain’t gonna drain your pockets or nuthin’ ! (Azul found clutching his oshi plush for support because FLOYD NEXT DAY SHIPPING IS SO EXPENSIVE AND SHOULD NEVER BE USED UNLESS FOR IMPORTANT STOCK PURCHASES FOR THE LOUNGE, and Azul’s oshi purchases SO WHY DID YOU-)
Has a lot of W.I.P itabags and some finished itabags, since his mood always fluctuates he kinda gives up on one theme and starts on another, drives Jade insane cause he’s sharing a room with him and those bags are scattered everywhere
His itabags are rarely repeat style, most are just his own intuition placing style (like me again ok I’ll stop now), doesn’t have a particular style that he likes a lot, just wants things to look the way he wants
Went on a rosette making train and didn’t attend classes the whole day and only left his room for food, the toilet and more supplies
Gave away the rosette he didn’t like to everyone, Azul, Jade, Ace, Jamil even Riddle (who accepted but was very suspicious)
His merch ranges from plushies to figures to obscure merch like the elusive character themed shoes that Floyd somehow found and wears around when he’s attending cons (he goes to a lot of cons, he’s the type)
His merch is messily scattered around his room but like, in a cohesive way ?? He knows where everything is and nothing is damaged it’s just that no one ese knows his system
Not as stuffy as, say Riddle or Azul who like their merch exactly like they came, decorates his figures and nui’s with jewel stickers, blush, accessories, etc
He has multiple nui’s of you that he brings around daily (has attended class late because he was deciding whether he wanted to bring the you from your summer event or you from the winter event-)
Likes reading fanfic on the occasion, once again, depends on his mood
Also likes reading those long posts on the his oshi’s personality and motivations, sometimes he adds on to the posts and gives his own opinions
His account has a small but loyal following of people who think exactly like him and Floyd doesn’t even gaf
Like I said, goes to cons a lot and likes meeting your cosplayers
He isn’t rude towards them (actually really respectful, if a bit off-putting but that’s cause he’s Floyd) and always ends up coming back with polaroid pics
He’s the friend who will ask a cosplayer of your oshi to come take a pic with you if you can’t make yourself do it (Ace regrets ever coming to the con with Floyd cause his senpai just went “Ah, yeah, you’re cosplaying Crabby’s lil crush~” and now he wants to die)
Makes you themed food when Azul gives him free reign of the kitchen (and even when he doesn’t), customers say that somehow the meals always taste better (power of love fr)
Onto yumeshipping
Floyd is selective sharing, wouldn’t mind sharing with people he likes (Azul, Jade, Riddle, etc) but doesn’t like the idea of sharing with a stranger
Probably blocks (and harasses others back if they harass him first-)
Has a shrine dedicated to you somewhere in his mess of a room (maybe in his closet ???), spends time there to calm down from his bad moods
Somehow squeezing your plushie calms him down fast
Gets really really low when he remembers that you aren’t…real
It’s a bit harder to snap him out of those moods but you know what, you gotta keep moving on
I’m a chewing type of person so I’ve done this before but sometimes Floyd will absentmindedly start to chew on his nuis (and then he makes Jade or Ruggie wash them)
Jade will find him squeezing the non-existent life out of your plush late at night while he’s asleep, murmuring about you in his sleep…
I have no idea how to end these anymore
uhhh oki Idia b-day fic next and then I'll do Scarabia oshi + yume parts oki byeeeee
yandere leviathan x reader imagine :b
tw: blood, mentions of violence, obsessive behaviour
It was late when you awoke to the sound of your door creaking open, so slow and carefully like whoever was entering your room was being careful to stay unknown. The noise broke through the quiet of the house, something that didn't happen often with the 7 demons.
You blinked against the harsh light of the hallway bleeding into your room, squinting until your eyes adjusted enough to make out the figure at your doorway.
He was shrouded in the dark room, features shadowed, but you could just barely make out the silhouette of his swishing tail and those familiar branched horns. "Levi.. .?" you called out, shoulders relaxing at the realization that it was just him.
Your nerves however, didn't calm, like they knew something you didn't. You felt anxiety creep back into you when he didn't answer, only standing there and staring at you — not speaking, not even moving. You let out a shaky, nervous breath, moving to switch on your lamp.
You weren't sure what you were expecting — definitely not a sight you would later try to tell yourself was just some strange dream, one the two of you would laugh about the next day — or maybe a mere figment of your imagination. Anything, really, was better than accepting the horrible sight of him coated head to toe in warm, thick blood.
Streaks of it splattered over his clothes like a modern canvas, the substance dripping down his face, chin, neck; coated over his hands like gloves of blood. In your shock it took you a moment to realize those were far from hands, they were crooked, sharpened claws.
You stared at him, sputtering over hundreds of possible questions that couldn't come close to explaining the sight in front of you. All the while he just stood there, eyes unblinking and raking over you in some twisted kind of admiration.
Only because the sight of you scared and uncomfortable made him feel physically ill did he finally give some sort of explanation, tone gentle and slow like you were an easily spooked animal. "That bastard," he started, lips turning to a scowl like just the mention of another person in your life made bile rise in his throat. "Got close to you, talked your ear off all class."
He stalked closer to you, tail swishing back and forth like the still hands of a clock counting down to your fate. Back and forth, the room suddenly feeling like it was caving in around you, leaving only you and him left in the aftermath.
"Took up all your time, took you away from me." He was on your bed now, moving closer to you until he was caging you in, lean frame feeling impossibly more predatory when he was in his demon form; when he was like this.
The blood on his face was dripping down onto your bed, staining your sheets, tainting you. He took your trembling hands in his, the dark blood dripping through the space between your fingers when he moved them to cup his face.
"I couldn't let that happen again,” His tail was coiling around you, keeping you trapped in place as if he were a snake restraining its prey to swallow it whole. "can’t let anyone take you from me." His breathing was rushed and uneven, chest heaving like the thought alone made him panic.
His eyes darted over your face, brows furrowing in worry at how petrified you looked. "Don't be scared, I did this for you," he insisted, voice cracking when you leaned away from him, panic shooting up his veins.
"No, no hey, it's okay," he placed his own hands over yours, interlocking his fingers with yours which created a horribly slick sound of blood. His eyes were desperate as he tried to sooth you. "I would never hurt you! come on, you know that right?"
He was a mess, tears dripping down his eyes and mixing with the blood covering his cheeks like blush. He was pleading and desperate, like he was the one who needed comfort in this situation. "Please, tell me you trust me. Tell me you love me."
You were frozen in place, fear filling your nerves like pin-needles and telling you to thrash, run, scream for his brothers, but you couldn't bring yourself to. He was so unstable and pathetic, sobbing at the mere idea of you hating him.
He was a cold-blooded, manic demon, but somewhere deep inside you saw this coming. That's why you caressed his face, thumb swiping the blood off his jaw with a tenderness you shouldn't have granted him.
He was cruel, he was sick.
He’s a demon. What did you expect?
"I.. ." you thought about it, realizing with empty acceptance that you truly meant what you were saying. "I love you, Leviathan."
He gasped, words dying on his tongue as a smile broke out on his face at the admission. He shook with the pure glee he was feeling, collapsing into you and chanting your name like a mantra. "M/c, I love you so much," he beamed, a smile so childlike on his face that you almost forgot the blood, the murder, the monster in front of you. "Nobody will ever take you from me again, okay?"
He lifted his head, staring right into your eyes for the first time without blushing and turning away. His gaze was serious and held a kind of devotion that made you uneasy, one reserved entirely for you. "Understand? For you, I'd do anything."
a/n: happy bday levi!! in honour of my bsf mishearing me saying ‘Leviathan’ as me saying “Joe Biden”. So close my hard of hearing queen Indianna!!
thinking about perhaps... the octavinelle trio x yuu/you who fell through feeling indebted to yuu for book 3 situations. Azul keeps trying to settle the score- to balance the books- but yuu wont accept anything they try to do, wont sign with him again nothing...
and then the opprotunity falls into their lap of you/yuu crashing into the lounge asking him to please save them with his spirit of benevolence - @yuu-twisted
If karma exists, then perhaps it's time to settle accounts with it. Your fists clench in your lap with superhuman rage as you observe the commotion that began moments ago when you asked Floyd to inform Azul that you wanted to make a deal with him.
Perhaps, a bubbling dissatisfaction was what you were waiting for. Instead, you felt sure of your decision.
While you ate a sweet treat that you barely tasted after one or two bites, you noticed how the twins gave specific orders to the other employees, to take care of things in their absence, of course. Azul would never make a deal without his two pet lackeys.
And if the candy you were eating had no flavor, neither did the drink on your tongue. It felt bland, lost in a labyrinth of nothing.
Or perhaps it was just your heart pounding wildly in your chest. Beating and pulsing, and screaming incessantly, stealing your breath and your sanity along with it. The saliva seemed to have vanished from your lips, stolen from you as the nervousness you had been controlling grew stronger, though barely noticeable.
The delay in being called in made you feel like you were walking in the shoes of Raskolnikov, the protagonist of Crime and Punishment. Or perhaps Gregor from Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. Small, anxious.
Invisible like a madman wanting to test his theory. Or tiny like a bug. You were all or nothing.
"Please follow us," Jade asked softly, his somber tone pulling you from your reverie as you were met by two pairs of eyes.
You weren't afraid of them.
Far from it, you helped them rebuild the Monster Lounge after Azul's overblowing, you helped patch them up and you helped Azul return the portrait he was so disgusted frim, overall, you were kind to them. Because Azul's pain was something you empathized with quite a bit, although it didn't justify him doing everything he did before. What he continued to do.
And in the months that followed, you got into the habit of visiting the place from time to time, and Azul always tried to offer you a personalized and unique contract, befitting someone of your status and importance - but there was no need for that.
Not until now.
Noticing your long silence, you coughed softly and stood up, leaving behind a half-eaten donut and an empty cup. It wasn't like you'd miss it anyway. The sound of voices and laughter vanished as you stepped through the office door, as if by magic everything had fallen silent. And the chill that gripped your body made you tremble instantly.
"Yuu, I was delightfully surprised when Jade and Floyd barged in telling me that you wanted a deal. Please, sit down." Azul, always courteous, pulled the chair for you, a sacchirine smile on his lips.
His chest was puffed like a male bird trying to make a good impression which made you laugh a little, but the tension was weighing you down quickly so you sat down in your designated place, as the twins took their spot beside your chair, Floyd leaning onto the armchair while Jade remained still.
They were waiting like a bunch of hungry sharks.
Another cup of your favorite beverage was served by Jade, as Azul started sweet-talking you very gently, eyes gleaming like a manic.
"I'm going straight to the point, if that's alright." With a wave of his hand, Azul adjusted his glasses, letting you get your thoughts together as you drank from your cup slowly. This time, the taste was sweeter on your tongue. "There is this guy who is bugging me. He keep messing with me, pushing me around, stealing my things. And it got to a point that..."
A hand fell to your shoulder, the touch intimate. Floyd curled his arm around your frame as he stared a bit ahead, as if looking forward to crushing someone.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He demanded, squishing your cheeks in both of his hands. He smelled like blood and spices, and it was a bit dizzying.
Jade, remained still, too still, like a statue. But the smile on his face was foreign and didn't bode well. It was by far the most expressive you saw Jade being. In any other moment, perhaps you would have cherished more. But now, was not the time.
"Stop that, Floyd!" His brother interceded for you, pushing the other eel away just to take the spot he was occupying before. He stayed just like that, not prying to hear your reasoning. He was satisfied to be like that, to be this close, even if you could see his hands shaking.
"Uh, anyway, I wanted to know if you're capable of sending this guy away? Think of something like a restraining order." You thought you were exaggerating a little, perhaps you could ask Floyd to beat him up or something.
But when you were about to laugh it off and change the subject, Azul cut you off with a cough.
"We can ensure that, no problem." You shivered just by his tone, feeling Jade and Floyd wrapping themselves around you like a heavy blanket.
Despite fearing what would happen to this annoying guy, you realized you were too comfortable there, in their arms, in their presence. Always had been, since you spent almost every week at the Lounge after school. You grew closer to them after everything that happened.
One of the tweels was running his hand through your hair in a soothing manner, while you told Azul your bullying name and dorm. He was serious while he started working on your contract; bullying was something Azul didn't tolerate - well, at least to those closest to him.
The minutes stretched into a comfortable silence as you felt the initial anxiety easing down till it stopped completely. It could be because of the tea, or the physical contact, or because your problem would be solved.
Or all the three alternatives together. You were so filled with uneasy these days, always looking over your shoulders. So it was really great to have a moment of rest from it.
"Ah, I didn't ask, what do you want in return?" Azul smile got wider, for the first time seemingly reassambling his nature. A predator that takes his time, who learns his prey routine before esnaring them in his tentacles.
"You." He coughed out. A bit too dangerous and beautiful, and stealing your breathe away. His cheeks got a little pink and he added quickly. "Well, I meant that having you change your routine and schedule, and being near me or the twins will certainly makes things easier, wouldn't you say, Angelfish?"
Floyd hummed, rubbing his cheek onto yours. His eyes were shining brightly as he stared at your face, watching for your reactions and microexpressions. Founding something that he liked, Floyd continued to act like a puppy, whining and nuzzling into your neck - you were already used to it from how physical he was with you.
And only you, you realized. Floyd was never this touchy with anyone else. Maybe Azul, but that was only when he wanted to annoy the octomer.
"I guess..." you sipped from your cup. Jade had poured you another well just a few moments ago. "I can change my classes so we can share some of them-"
"And work at the Lounge." Jade added, a flirting tilt to his tone to fluster you. But you were used to that too, and instead you laughed at his words. Not that he cared. He wanted to make you laugh in any way he could. "We're short of staff and I'm most certainly that your beauty would attract more customers."
You turned to Azul, as if silently asking if you could take the position, and he nodded.
Everything seemed so easy.
The contract was ready, it seems. His hands finally stopped moving as he reviewed everything with calmness, then he started reading to you in a tender tone.
The Contractor: Azul Ashengrotto, acting in his capacity as Proprietor of Mostro Lounge and Manager of the Ashengrotto Acquisitions & Accommodations Enterprise.
The Contractee: Ramshackle Prefect.
Preamble & Recitals:
WHEREAS the Client has voluntarily sought the assistance and protection of the Patron's associated personnel;
WHEREAS the Client acknowledges the Patron's expertise in matters of strategic resolution and asset safeguarding;
WHEREAS the Patron is willing to extend his resources in consideration for certain mutual agreements, as stipulated herein;
NOW, THEREFORE, in exchange for valuable consideration, the receipt and sufficiency of which is hereby acknowledged, the Parties covenant and agree as follows:
"You're really fond of your jargons, aren't you?" You laughed along Floyd. He was dragging his fingers through your scalp in a way that made you curl your toes and lean back into him; something you needed desperately.
"Silly Azuru with his silly words." Floyd mumbled with a breathy giggle.
Lost in the comfort of their closeness, it seemed that your mind got blurred and comfortable enough to let everything go. Your eyelids closed for a second, listening carefully to Azul's words that flowed like poetry. Each condition memorized to your mind and heart.
You were incapable of thinking he would betray you. But you were far too naive to think he wouldn't trap you now that he had you right there, where he wanted.
Where he planned you to be.
Your bully? Another student trapped in one of his deals.
Every situation you went through? Neatly organized by him or the tweels, who always ended up stepping in when things got too hard to handle to save the day and whisk you away.
"What do you think, Angelfish?" He asked with a smirk on his pretty lips. "Want to change anything?"
You hummed, just pretending to think so you could bask in their presence for a little longer. Jade's fingers were swimming through your hair and neck in a caress that made shivers go down your spine. As Floyd kept laughing and giggling as he held your cup and tilted it so you could take another sip.
"Everything's fine just how it is." You offered them a smile, leaning forward to sign it.
And with it, you offered your freedom. You offered a part of you that you would never get back, everything with a smile. Comfortable as a lamb lying their head on the wolf's mouth.
"Thank you, Azul."
He laughed as he collected that contract, wrapping a red bow around it.
You go a lot to mostro lounge and love floyds service. Floyd is oblivious to your love and hints.
[Got this idea when I was thinking about VIP service in mostro lounge]
It was so obvious to everyone how you stared at him. Even the other waiters started to send him to you.
When floyd first got a tip from you he gave you a pat on the head and a shiver giving whisper to your ears.
He took the tip happily and just left.
After that you visited daily.
Always giving floyd a tip made him attached to you without noticing.
He started greeting you when you came inside the lounge guiding you to your regular seat.
He even started memorizing what you order every time you visited.
He has never done that in his whole life as server.
You on the other hand enjoyed it to the fullest and even started to ask him to give you special treatment.
Floyd didnt mind and found it amusing. Hugging you whenever you asked.
Giving your hand a kiss when you held your hand out.
It was all you could wish for.
Yet floyd thought this was all a just a funny game not getting the hints behind it.
The kisses he gave on your hands were soft and warm. His lips leaving a moist feeling.
When jade talked to his twin and was asking if that is his girlfriend he was real surprised to hear no.
"You know they are totally in love with you right"
Floyd just froze looking empty into the distance for almost ten minutes.
That was the most silent jade has ever seen him.
After that he had a whole new view of you. He felt funny inside when thinking of you and he was making up all possible scenarios in his head while in bed .
Floyd loved the thought of you and thrilling experiences.
When you visited mostro lounge again, he kissed your cheek picked you up and spun you like a princess around.
He just gave you the smuggest grin you have every seen and whispered into your ear.
"I like you shrimpy"
He gave a lick to your ear before handing you your regular drink and leaving you star struck.
This was a rollercoaster to write and I feel I hit it pretty well.
Anyways make sure to interact no matter how old this post gets.
I have a catastrophic idea based on your platonic yandere Lilia writing and your icon!
Platonic yandere!Lilia x fem!reader x romantic!Rook Hunt
Rook is known to stalk anyone he finds interesting, and papa Lilia is obviously protective of his daughter in an all-boys school. The fae instincts ain't helping either. His daughter being stalked by Rook Hunt? This is NOT gonna end well. You're also close with his sons, a single blonde hunter vs an ex general, the top 5 powerful mage, and two retainers personally trained by the general.
.｡*♡ﾟ a/n: I admit... this is the oldest request on my drafts [2023]. While I loved it now, the year I received this I was dealing with a nasty writer's block so I couldn't find the motivation necessary to finish it. After much debating, I decided to post. Hope you are still around to enjoy this, anon! ^^ this will have a part 2 btw
"And as I was saying although most gargoyles have the main function of channeling water, some are merely decorative, those are called grotesque by the way." Malleus explained to you in a hushed tone, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and giving you a side hug, as you snuggled into his side, hiding your face on his neck.
The sound of his voice was like a lullaby, soft, and welcoming. And deceitfully sweet. It was late, so very late, in fact.
But you wanted to hear him talk about the gargoyles that fascinated him so much. Malleus looked so happy that you didn't have the heart to tell him that it was already a little after midnight and that Lilia would worry about you if he went to check your room.
And he always went to check on you. Especially you.
"To make sure my darling daughter is doing ok." He once said when you inquired him about his strange behavior. But you didn't thought too much about this since he did the same with his sons.
Still, you chose to ignore it that thought and looked up. The night sky was dotted with stars, looking like little diamonds reflecting light against the vast black space and the few clouds present that could still be seen. Even the night was tired and preparing to sleep.
Malleus's hug was warm and comfortable, like lying on cotton and silk, so different from the ones your father offered you, which were purposely clumsy but tighter, almost as if he was afraid you were going to disappear from his sight or run away from his affection.
It was funny how Lilia treated you like a fragile flower, a girl who could do no harm in his eyes, one who needed to be protected and kept safe - you didn't exactly tried to undermine that kind of thinking either, preferring to take advantage of the attention and affection received, even if it was all distorted and overbearing, and that you knew you should not encourage it any further.
It was a little sad to admit but this still was better than nothing. Anything was better than allowing yourself to realize that you were alone in a strange world with no one you could trust, with no one who cared about you.
And Lilia cared. In his way, he messed up your hair and make-up just to annoy you before doing it himself and turning you into his little masterpiece. Plus, he included you in everything he did, like cooking, fighting, and playing games. A sweetheart, bless his heart, but he could skip the cooking part.
And Malleus was just like him. Even if he didn't realized.
Silver and Sebek were more laid-back somehow. Though, with Sebek, you had to word things in a very specific way to make him relent and chill around you.
"Aren't you tired yet?" Malleus asked. Despite not noticing the passage of time, he still cared a lot about you, Lilia liked to instill this in him and his other two sons, that they should always take care of you.
That they should be good brothers for you and for each other, in Lilia's absence.
Malleus hummed slowly, his fingertips running circles over your scalp as he glanced at you from the corner of his eye. The fae rarely slept, but he could see that you were almost there. A few more minutes, and he would have you sleeping on his shoulders, and that wouldn't be comfortable at all.
What a foolish, humane mistake. Had he been any other fae, Malleus could do whatever he wanted. He could play pranks on you, steal you to his kingdom. You were too trusting, but he find that funny.
You moved your gaze from the moon to his face and denied, smiling. "I like hearing you talk about the gargoyles, it's interesting so I don't feel sleepy at all. Keep telling me more, Malmal."
He snorted but did as requested, voice above a whisper, eyes bright with barely contained excitement.
Malleus talked about the architecture, about why such fascinating creatures were created and even made plans with you to take you to an exhibition that would take place in a few months in Briar Valley. Your head fell to his chest as he circled your back and pulled you closer, enjoying the quiet moment while you could before you had to go back to the dorm.
It was good that everything was silent now. Your thoughts were silent as you listened to Malleus, your eyelids drooping as the seconds passed, Malleus's fingers were still on your scalp, massaging so slowly.
You swear he did on purpose.
In the morning, you imagined how Sebek would practically sit next to you for every subject again, bragging about this and that as he helped you with your lessons. And then how he'd drag you to his club. Or like Silver who wasn't much different, would hover over your shoulders like a lazy cat and follow you like he was your shadow. It was disconcerting, but you had gotten used to it.
Lilia said it was because that's how they were trying to bond with you - like a bunch of needy cats. But you knew he was just afraid of something happening to you, especially since he had called himself your father.
And he really fulfilled this role perfectly.
Since his red eyes met your dislocated and clumsy figure, Lilia seemed to have decided that he would have you as his daughter. Taking you directly to Diasomnia when he learned of the director's decision to let you live alone at Ramshackle.
Well, you and that fire beast you had taken quite a liking.
With your eyes closed, sleep finally appearing, you remember how in shock you were following Crowley through the halls like a lost sheep. You remember seeing him out of the corner of your eye and then seeing him right in front of you, floating, his small, strong hands holding your shoulders as he calmed you down.
It must have been his fae instincts that forced him to come to your aid, you thought. And sleep came the next second, the silence broken by the lullaby that Malleus hummed softly. Uncertain. As if he had heard it before but wasn't sure how to replicate it exactly. It didn't matter.
You had people you loved looking out for you.
Malleus was still as a board, afraid to wake you up if he moved even a little centimeter. While it was true that he didn't need that much sleep he would found funny how humans sleep a lot, some even for fun or because they were bored. It was interesting.
He let his magic run through your body, to warm you up. It was nice, this was nice, having an attentive listener and a companion who liked to follow him around. You were like his little duckling. His minion, if you will.
Who fought sleep just to hear him talk. It made his heart all warm and fuzzy, as if for the first time someone was cracking down his barriers and seeing him for the first time.
He was close to Silver and Sebek too, but it was different. They were always praising him for his strength, for his power, and wisdom. He needed to live up to that image somehow.
But you? You met Malleus before you met the Prince Malleus.
"Oh, there you are!" A deep voice sounded from above, a little tired and sarcastic.
Malleus raised his eyes to see Lilia floating silently above you two, arms crossed above his chest. The mischievous bat fae was wearing his pajamas with a little hat and socks to match. "Troublesome kids trying to make me have a heart attack. It's so late already. What were you up to this time, brats?"
Malleus hummed though he didn't move an inch, and he gestured to you with his head. "I was explaining to her about the architectonic designs and how gargoyles came to be. She fell asleep just now. I don't think it would be prudent to move just yet. What if she wakes up?"
Lilia crossed his arms. "You should be more worried about what if she gets sick, young man. Or if her neck and back hurts from sleeping like that."
"Oh? I'm rather certain that I used a warming spell on both of us so this scenario won't happen." Malleus smiled serenely, a little too smug for Lilia's taste.
Rolling his eyes, Lilia approached your slumbering form, his expression softening with a gentle, caring tenderness. And the fae prince remembers that look. He saw all the time whenever Lilia was looking at baby Silver.
With delicate precision, he scooped you up into his arms, cradling you protectively against his chest. With you nestled safely in Lilia's arms, Malleus and his father stared at each other for a second.
"The night grows colder, and it's best we return now." The old general declared. And then he started walking as if this were a routine occurrence. Which was very slowly turning out to be the case.
Day in, day out, you would run from your room to spend time with your brothers. If Lilia couldn't find you with napping with Silver or bullying Sebek at their respective rooms, then he knew he had to hunt you and Malleus down. Like he did now.
He didn't mind. But he was really glad you were getting along with his boys. His fingers softly tickle your side slowly, making you giggle and wiggle in your sleep.
"Lilia," Malleus called his father, tone uncertain as he looked at you. "about that pest. What should we do?"
Lilia turned his head to look at Malleus. There was a glint in his eyes that promised danger. A smile found its way up to his lips, so menacing; he was many things, but most of all, he was still a retired general.
"Show him that a hunter can become the hunted when he underestimates his prey."
With a gentle gesture, the door opened influenced by Lilia's magic. The old general looked at the moon so high on the sky, so beautiful while its rays casted a glow on your sleepy face. You deserved someone better, someone who wasn't Rook Hunt, so eccentric and weird.
In his eyes, no one was good enough for you. And if they wanted your hand, they would have to go through him, Silver, Sebek, and Malleus.
"Beat him at his own game, strike him hard enough till there's no strength left."
That said, Lilia smiled a little when you moved around and he used his finger to poke you. He was so annoying. "Oh and do you think I should make some pancakes for breakfast? Or omelette would be better? Silver and Sebek didn't want to eat neither, silly boys. They have to eat right to get stronger."
Malleus felt his heart falter a little but he stood still, unblinking while he prayed for any deity to save him. His prayers though remained just like that, unanswered. He looked at his hands, searched for his Gao Gao dragon in his pockets, tried to come up with an excuse while he was victim to Lilia's stare.
Secretly Malleus always through that Lilia knew how awful his cooking was but was too amused by everyone's reaction to simply stop and try to make something really edible. Finally, he uttered.
"I, um... Must water my phone and sweep the curtains. Have a good night, Lilia." And with that, Malleus was gone, disappearing in a flash of green lights.
Holding a laughter on his throat, Lilia entered the dorm. The door closing behind him with a soft clock. And you drifted deeper into slumber, your dreams undisturbed by the events that were yet to unfold. Unaware of your father's gaze or the presence that lurked out there, prowling and hunting his beautiful damsel, analyzing, studying, preparing to woo you soon.
"Sweet dreams, darling" Those were Lilia's words when he set you on your bed, wrapping you on your blankets while he closed the windows and locked them with his magic.
For a moment, he watched over you. How your lips quivered, how your eyelashes moved. You were cute like a little kitten. And that's why he knew he had to protect you. Because you aren't as strong as Meleanor or Maleficia. You aren't even strong like Silver, another fellow human. He loomed over you, a soft glimmer on his eyes. You got him quite nostalgic.
Letting a last kiss on your forehead, Lilia left you room, sealing the windows and door with ancient magic so a specific someone couldn't wander inside.
"Bonjour, Mademoiselle Trickster," Rook greeted you with a smile, his pompous hat resting over his hands, as his eyes shone with the sight of you. His stare was always intense, as Icarus trying to get as close to the sun as he could before falling to his death.
In Rook's case, he was lying to the sun - he would catch you in his arms before plummeting to death.
"Ça Roule?"
You offered him a polite smile, petting the ground beside you so he could join you. "I'm good, mostly trying to finish these!"
Your notebook rested over your knees as you were sitted against an old oak tree. The sun was shining lazily across the sky as it's ray softly licked at your skin in a way that wasn't all that agressive. And by your side, Rook plooped himself as he stare at your lesson.
"It's quite simple, mon amour," he whispered giddy, any and every reason to spend time with you was greatly appreciated. Even more now, as your little family was starting to separate both of you - even if you weren't in a relationship yet, and you didn't knew of his obvious crush on you. "I can teach you."
If your eyes could shine brighter than that, perhaps Rook could say that he met Sun itself. He resisted the urge to cradle your face between his hands and kiss the entirety of it. He made a herculean effort, but he managed somehow. He'd have so much time to love, baby and care for you when he make you his.
"Please" you clasped your hand with his as you begged for his help. "I didn't want to burden fath- Lilia, so I didn't said that i was struggling with this subject."
A noble reason, he thought to himself. Yet, a smile curved up his lips.
"But I thought you two were close?" He asked, as if he was simply asking about the weather and not just waiting for the perfect opportunity to plant some doubt in your heart and mind. "If I were this close to someone, I wouldn't be annoyed to help them. You make it sound like you're a chicken being chased by a fox."
A whine left your lips, his teasing taking root at your head as you realized how silly that sounded.
"It's just... He can be a bit overwhelming sometimes." You pouted, lower lip captured by your teeth as you turned around to see if any of your brothers were nearby. "And like, I have access to all these books, but nothing makes sense. Magic doesn't make sense and they don't explain nothing to me."
"Maybe they doesn't trust you enough." Rook quipped, his hands traveling from your hand to your shoulder, his touch was enjoyable and you didn't think much of it. He forced you gently to look at him, eyes trained on your lips, on your teeth, on your tongue.
He was breathing heavily too. "But you can always come to me when you need, whatever the issue is, I'II help you."
You nodded, promising him that.
You loved Lilia for helping you, for taking you under his wing and guide you in a strange world, yet, sometimes, he could be a bit too much. Too overbearing, too overprotective. It was tiring sometimes, even more because he had trained Malleus, Silver and Sebek to do the same thing when he wasn't near.
Again. You loved them, but sometimes you needed some alone time, you needed to breathe and clear your head.
"Whatever would I do without you, my very good and wonderful bestie?" You giggled, pushing your head into his arm as you watched him take your pen and scribbling some information that was easy to understand.
Bestie. Rook’s fingers trembled for a second, but he remained close as he helped you with your lessons.
"Count more on me, Prefect!" Rook pinched your cheeks. Then, before you could curse him, he started explaining the subject you were struggling with.
"Now, magic is about intention. The stronger the intention, the stronger is your magic." As if to exemplify that, he took his magic pen and just with a few movements he made a flower bloom from the pen's tip, the entire time watching your face as you were focused on him.
It fell into your lap, and Rook took it to put it behind your ear. "Ah, beauté just like you!"
You rolled your eyes, slapping his arm as a revenge. Though, your false annoyance didn't last long before you were gawking at the things he could do with his magic. First, he created a rabbit, so white and fat, and cuddly that you held it hostage to your chest, second he made a flying pair of stars that made you their sun, arbitating you.
For last, Rook imagined the most full of the bouquets. Full of red roses, white lilies and daisies.
If only you grasped the meanings of those beautiful flowers... But you didn't.
Even still, he was smiling as he watched you being so carefree in his presence, unaware of how much his heart longed for yours in the only way it could.
With hunger and fear of losing you. With the nasty feeling of his teeth tearing into your skin and tasting your blood, as it drips slowly into his neck and soaks his chest. He loves you like a predator, like an owner and a follower.
"Can I keep it?" You asked him.
A laughter erupted from his chest. "Please, do so."
He knew the empty vase beside your bed would be filled with them later that night. And he could now watch you playing his bunny, which would only be alive for a couple more hours before disappearing like a magic trick.
"I think I understand magic a bit more now. Thank you!"
Taking his hat in his hands, Rook bowed slightly. "My pleasure, my lady. Don't hesitant to call for me whenever you need."
Like the mad hunter he was, Rook soon disappeared between the trees and grass, leaving you behind with a kiss upon your cheek. Not a second later, Lilia appeared like if he sensed something was wrong and he was right as he stared right at your hands. The bunny, the bouquet. The lipstick on your cheek. The traces of magic hanging in the air.
A threat. An open invitation for war.
Lilia smiled.
"My my, what do we have here?" He clicked his tongue, but soon made the displeasure less noticeable as he leaned down by your side. His red eyes were staring directly towards the rodent on your lap as you pretend not to notices it.
"Uh, how was your day, dad?"
By how things were going, Lilia was having a good day alright. Because at night he would hunt down Rook Hunt himself with his axe in his hands. And when he got him, he'd mutilate him beyond recognization. But he couldn't tell you that, so, instead, he pet your head with a condescendenting smile.
"Silver made cake. Malleus was searching for you, but he couldn't find you." Lilia didn't sound angry this time. Maybe his age was catching up to him and was nap time. "Sebek too. So I came searching for you, since the younglings couldn't. It's not their fault they couldn't feel the magic barrier around this place."
That got your attention, but you remained silent.
"Were you talking with someone?"
You nodded, because lying wasn't an opption. "With Rook."
If looks could kill, you would be underground now with a funeral cliché song playing. Lilia sighed greatly, despite knowing the truth. He didn't had the heart to tell all sorts of things going on with that boy right now, so he squished your cheeks till you pouted.
"He's a bad influence."
You added. "He's funny, though."
"And a stalker."
In your opinion, Rook was very misunderstood.
"He's not a stalker, dad!" You rolled your eyes. "A stalker would be so gracious as help me when I needed? Would make me laugh and help during classes? Of course, no-"
You were about to conclude your point, but Lilia seemed ready to kill Rook if you dared to finish your thoughts. Coughing, you let him hold your magical bunny. He was very begrudgingly patting it; even if it reeked of Rook’s magic, it was very soft to the touch and was so warm too.
"On another hand, you said Silver made cake, yes?" You started getting up and Lilia mirrored your behavior. "Food is better when shared with family. Let's go."
Lilia was fully aware of your attempt at disarming the situation and just this once he let it slide, as he took your hand and teleported you home. Diasomnia was lively, exactly how you remember.
And as he walked behind you, it would be all you knew.
If keeping Rook away from you wasn't an option, perhaps he should resort to other methods. That pest had already started taking roots over your heart and he wouldn't let that hunter get any closer.
"Malleus, we shall start plan B." He whispered to the wind. He knew Malleus would hear his words; fae hearing had its own perks. "Let's start operation Fae of Maleficence."
