#aro mc

[bugwithakeyboard]

I'm still playing the OG OBM and NB, still get these messages from time to time and decided that as a treat, today you all get AroMc with some Beel and Belphie fluff. They love you like family! ——————————————————————— "An acquaintance of mine has requested that I make dinner for them. Plus, it must be a handmade dish" You read the text that Satan had just sent you, squinting at it as he continues to ask what your recommendation might be for this undertaking. It feels strange having him ask you about someone he's trying to impress with a homemade meal. You consider what you should be feeling, as you read over the words and type a message back.

It's on your mind for the rest of the day. Satan mentions he'll let you try some of the meal once it's done but the fact of the matter is he'd made it for someone else. Someone he didn't even call his friend, you wonder if he's trying to keep them at a distance, maybe, trying to keep them away from his brothers? Humming to yourself, you chew idly on a snack in the kitchen, sat at the island in the middle and staring into your plate. It's only when Beel and Belphie come around that you snap out of your trance, only when the gluttony demon nearly drools over your shoulder at the rest of your plate.

As his twin eats the last of your snack, Belphie asks what's on your mind. "I'm not sure how to feel about it is all. He's asking me for an opinion on cooking for someone else." Belphegor calls you jealous and Beelzebub agrees, but it just doesn't feel that simple. "I don't think about Satan like that." You say cleanly, no stammer, no uncertainty, it's the truth. Satan is a dear friend, and you hadn't really considered what being romantic with him might be like. You hadn't really considered what being romantic with any of the brothers might be, but maybe you should try? You slump back onto the counter, elbow on the marble and chin in your palm as you make a small grumbling sound, trying to piece through your mind.

"I don't think you have to worry so much about it" the athlete muses out around the last of your food, "Satan has tons of friends, and all of them have different expectations and values. It might not even be romantic". He's offering you his opinion, but you can't shake the idea that demanding a homecooked meal from someone isn't really a platonic gesture, especially if that person isn't even considered a friend. You shake your head, but he continues to speak. "Maybe you're not jealous that Satan's doing something romantic, maybe you just want to eat super spicy newt pot-au-feu. Satan makes it the best" he's drooling again and you can't help but laugh at his honesty.

"Or maybe you're just hung up on the fact it's an acquaintance?" The sloth demon pipes up on your other side now. At some point, he'd grabbed the other stool at the kitchen island and is now leaning against you, head on your shoulder. You wonder if he'll fall asleep like this. "I mean, I definitely wouldn't make this effort for someone I didn't even like that much." His eyes stay closed, but you can sense he's considering something. "I probably wouldn't make that effort for anyone other than you or Beel honestly." That sounds right and you laugh again. It's nice that the twins are so honest with you, it helps put your mind in order.

Flopping onto the counter, you whine out your thoughts. "I don't know what it is, but I just can't stop thinking about it". Both men seem to consider you, Beel from the fridge and Belphie from your shoulder. They seem to have come back around to your mood and are offering you a genuine concern. "It's not like I want him to not do nice things for his friends, of course" the youngest reminds you that this is just an acquaintance and you groan against the island. "Should I be thinking about Satan like that?" The words come out and you feel Belphie pull off your shoulder- hear Beel close the fridge and they both round on you.

"That sounds like a waste of time honestly." Belphie is always blunt, but you let him continue. "You've never thought about him like that right?" You nod "You're feeling weird 'cause it sounds like he's asking you for romantic advice, right?" You nod again "Maybe it's not that you're jealous or put out- maybe you just don't want to help him." He speaks so factually, like he's solved the whole thing, but you know he's wrong. His reasoning is just- it's doesn't sit right in your chest, and you frown at him when he seems content to close your concerns. Beelzebub takes a crack at it.

"Have you felt that way about anyone?" It's a simple question but you feel yourself linger on it for a long time. Have you ever felt romantic to anyone? Surely you must have at some point- maybe? You can't recall ever having crushes or thinking that much about things like that. You've had friends and people you cared for but... there's a strange pang in your chest and you sit quietly for a moment. When Beelzebub begins rubbing your back, you realize you're making a face. "It's okay if you haven't".

He's right, it is okay to not have romantic feelings for any of them. Part of you still feels almost obligated to though, like being here with all of them implies you might one day. You chew at your lip then, settling back into the stool and letting Beelzebub rub your shoulders. There's a heavy silence that falls over your group and you try to piece something together in your head. When Belphie's arms wrap around you as well, you let yourself settle into the warmth of your family. The sleepy-soft way that Belphie calls your name makes your eyes sting, and then his words seal the deal. "We like you just the way you are." the words make your eyes hot "There's always room in the attic for you, between Beel and I." They both hug you then and you know they mean it.

Sat in the kitchen between the twins, you feel an honest sense of warmth from deep in your chest. There's a platonic, familial love that the brothers have given you during your time in the Devildom and while you'd been expected to find love all your life, you can safely say you've finally found the only kind of love that's ever mattered to you. You squeeze both demons back as best you can, their soft voices and strong arms keeping you grounded in the moment, until your phone chimes and then Beel's stomach growls almost in response. The moment ends when they peel off you, little snickers shared between you and your family in the warm kitchen.

[leviathism]

Hey!! I want to request a fic with Levi (baby boy deserves the world) where the mc has a hard time opening up in terms of relationship, tho they're easy to befriend. (aro things ik ik) ty ♡♡

leviathan x gn reader

Leviathan was one of the only ones you could casually co exist with. He was chill, most of the time anyway, and usually minded his own business even if it was out of insecurity that you secretly didn’t what anything to do with him.

It was hard living with seven demons as where when they wanted something, they’d do anything in their power to get it.

Right now, some of them had a fixation on your love life.

Asmodeus had started it, accidentally. He had been chatting all dinner about his last few dates and when Belphegor finally groaned out about letting someone else talk for once, Asmodeus had turned to you and asked how your last dates had been.

And then everyone at the table had turned their attention onto you. It was nerve wracking, telling them that you hadn’t been on any dates.

“You haven’t been on a single date since you got down here?!” Asmodeus shrieked, paling considerably. He fanned his face quickly, taking in a few deep breaths.

“How come? You’ve got yourself a pretty decent sized fan club,” Belphegor asked and leaned his head back down onto his arms, relaxing after being scared to death by Asmodeus’ screams. You didn’t blame him. Asmodeus had range.

“Um, I dunno.” You could see how the question didn’t satisfy them with the way they leaned farther into their seats. “It’s uh hard. I guess. Dating in an area you’re not familiar in…?”

“Understandable,” Lucifer said, eyeing his brothers.

“Well, it’ll probably be way easier to date someone you’ve known your whole time here, right? Maybe someone you trusted since the beginning?” Mammon rolled a Grimm coin on the table casually. You would laugh if you could. “Someone… you made a pact with? Someone you—”

“Shut up, Mammon,” Leviathan groaned. “We get it.”

“Get what? I wasn’t sayin’ anythin’. Nothin’ at all.”

Predictably, after Asmdoeus, it had been Mammon, trying to be discreet as he possibly could as he asked several intricate questions about date locations and possible activities. It was embarrassing, how obvious he could be at times. And how you had to pretend to not know what he was doing.

The brothers watched as you quietly slipped away as he went on a whole lovesick tangent. You weren’t out to catch a cold.

Then it had been Satan, sliding you a few romance books and asking which one was your favorite. You had ranked them all the same just to see the agitated twitch of his eyebrow.

Surprisingly, Lucifer had even joined in. He started talking of many restaurants and the couple discounts before asking when you were available. How you got out of that one, you still had no idea. Diavolo had came rushing in, swooping you right off the floor and fireman carrying you away for an emergency meeting. The world seemed to be on your side for the time being.

Unfortunately, they were starting to get more intense. Asking you at dinner again and again, if you were interested in anyone at school. Maybe someone at Purgatory Hall? Mephistopheles? Prince Diavolo? They poked and prodded at the situation now, not even bothering to act like they didn’t care.

“There has to be someone you’re interested in! You’ve been here for months! I can’t believe you won’t tell us. Don’t you trust us?” Asmodeus sighed, feigning a fake tone. You knew he just wanted the gossip.

You just… didn’t know how to tell them. You couldn’t admit it. No matter how many openings they had given you this week, you were instead stuck in a cycle of suffering and awkward situations.

So now you ate dinner in Levi’s room, shoved tightly together in his chair as you watched random anime shows on his monitor.

It was easier here. Even if you were 100% sure Levi was just too insecure to even try and insinuate the two of you dating. You felt bad but this was first of peace you had felt in a few days.

Levi fiddled with the bracelets on his wrist, side eyeing you once in a while to see your reactions to the show. But, to be honest, you had barely been watching.

You slumped back into the chair, your shoulders uncomfortably pressed against his. “Are your brothers gonna stop anytime soon?”

Levi jolted, looking at you in surprise. “Um… I don’t think so.” You sighed and he flinched. “…They’ll stop if you ask… IDK.”

You nodded but your stomach squeezed at the thought of it. Of having to possibly explain why as Asmodeus dug into you for more details. You shrunk into the cushioned seat, trying to focus back on the anime.

Levi shifted and his elbow dug painfully into your side for a second. “…Are you OK?” He took your plate off your lap and put it on his desk, off to the side. He put his plate on top.

You shrugged. He looked at you, his head slightly turning in your direction. He knew he probably wasn’t going to get anything out of you today, so he turned back to the show.

“Um… you can come eat dinner in here… anytime, if you want.” He tilted his head downwards so his hair hid his face. “And you can tell me, whenever you want.”

You paused, feeling gratitude swell up in your chest. “Thanks, Levi, you’re a good friend.”

He peeked up at you through his hair and smiled.

hope this was what you meant!! :)

[cheesemenace]

Corpses, Walkers, Zombies, Ghouls- Oh Whatever

Chapter 3 - Be Thankful

Warm orange rays from the sun greeted me. Dew blanketed the slanted roof I had slept on during the night. I stood up and shook the thin tarp I used to shield myself from the elements. The cold of the morning breeze bit at my skin, causing bumps to scale my body. 

        Moments like this are thoughtless, full of motion, lacking in emotion. A routine I had grown used to. 

        The previous night I tried to clean my hand from any of the mold-like disease that ghoul might have given me. I had to scratch through the divots and cracks with freezing fingers as well as wash away the blood with the rest of whatever water I had. It was painful and now I need more water. I’m especially annoyed now that I have blood caked on the sleeve of my jacket.

        I need to find a water source.

        The suburbs, my greatest enemy. There is a water tower, I can see it, but it is not within decent walking distance. It is just far enough away that I am going to throw a fit about it. 

        Life would be so much easier if I had a group of people with me, then I could send one of them to their death: a 1 mile walk. I shouldn’t be complaining, I know. 

        I'm. 

        Just. 

        So. 

        Tired. 

        I would think by now I would have enough endurance to get up every morning and hike just a little bit, but I just want to snuggle into these beautifully crafted shingles… 

        Actually on second thought, I don’t. 

        I clamored down the side of the house with utmost grace as one can.. I fell off. Thankfully, my injured hand caught the side of the gutter. You heard that right. The gutter. You know.. the metal thing on the side of most houses to funnel rainwater away from the house.. the thing that can’t hold even a small child holding onto the side of it, that thing. I fell again. Having time to brace myself for impact I didn’t hit my head or break a leg, I landed on my feet. Pain still shot up my legs and it felt like a ton of needles tried to acupuncture the bottom of my feet.

        Hopefully the walk to the water tower is less eventful as I stumble my way there, each step more painful than the last. At least there is a sidewalk. 

1.2 pages · 408 words

[leviathism]

May I request the brothers with a romance repulsed Aro!MC who gets uncomfortable with things relating to romance?

gender neutral reader - wasn’t quite sure what to do with this one but i hope you still liked it!

The Devildom media is obsessed with your relationship with Lucifer. They froth at the mouth over it, always scrambling to try and find information on whether it’s platonic or romantic or sexual or, or, or—

It gets to the point that every time you two so much as look at each other in public they use it as evidence to prove you are romantically involved. You and Lucifer both have to make public statements that you were friends and JUST friends.

It’s sad because Lucifer used to take you to dinner all the time to get away from the chaos in the HO, but now those outings are rare and far in between. You two still spend time together privately, away from prying eyes, of course.

Mammon hadn’t thought too much of it when he had told the people interviewing him for the Majolish Magazine that you and him were dating. It would make the ratings go high and make more money in his pockets. And when you two inevitably ‘broke up.’

But when he had gotten home a week later to you standing in the doorway with a crunched up magazine in your hands, he knew he had made a mistake.

He paid the company to issue a statement that they had mistakenly put your name instead of the person he really was dating. Goldie Moneybag became his new significant other when they sold the reprinted magazines.

Leviathan makes sure to warn you of the anime you two are watching that day. Some can be really romance focused and he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Same goes with a game, especially if it’s some raunchy dating simulator. He hopes you’re fine with the pigeon one.

He’s fine to hang out with. He’s really glad to have you as a friend and never pushes you about dating or anything.

Satan makes sure you don’t have to watch any movies that would make you uncomfortable. Maybe you can watch romantic movies or maybe you can’t, but he still primarily watches genres or movies that don’t involve that for you.

Whenever you tell him you’re about to read a new book, he makes sure to tell you if it’s overly romantic if it doesn’t say so in the description.

It can almost feel like a punch in the stomach when you’re reading about two stupid idiots on their way to fight a dragon and suddenly they’re in a fake dating scenario. It’s weird. How can an author forget that important detail in the summary?

Asmodeus is probably the most touchy out of the brothers. It’s hard for him to get out of his habit of saying his more spicier lines along with giving you a quick squeeze but eventually he is able to reel himself in around you.

When before he saw you in formal attire, he would say a joke how he’d like to take you to dinner as his date and then to the bedroom, but nowadays he just smiles at you and says how good you look. He stops taking you as his date to parties and now takes you as his friend.

Beelzebub acts like a guard dog for you. Whenever a demon flirts with you when he’s around, he is sure to act like an oblivious barrier between you and the demon.

He always interrupts, stands in between you two, and finds a way for you and him to get away.

You and Belphegor cuddled often. Belphegor was always sleeping and cuddling was the best way to spend time with him. You also didn’t mind the free comfort he often gave you without him even realizing.

But he had taken it too far when he had looked at you expectantly after watching a romantic movie together and started to slowly lean in. You didn’t know if he truly meant it but you weren’t taking any chances.

After you avoiding him for what seemed like forever to him, he actually verbally apologized and stopped. He still cuddled with you but for the primary reason of sleeping and comfort, just as it had always been for you.

[leviathism]

hii I noticed you write for aro!mcs which is really nice!! would u be interested in writing a comfort fic (with any characters) for an aro!mc who becomes friends with a demon in their class, and they're very happy with their friendship until the demon confesses their crush on mc, and after mc turns them down gently, it's like their friendship never existed and mc is upset about it. I've found this to be a pretty common occurrence, esp as someone on the aro spectrum :( have a nice day!

gender neutral reader (reader is aro, but does experience strong platonic bonds, sorry apl aros)

Asmodeus is the one who finds out first. He can easily tell you’re upset and notices how your new demonic friend seems to run away from the sight of you.

He is also the one to most relate to you. Many people ask him out daily and assume he is obligated to give them a chance or hear them out even if he doesn’t know their name.

He comforts you in a way that would comfort him most. He tells you they probably weren’t a real friend anyways if they reacted that way to you rejecting them. You will always have him and his brothers as true friends.

When Mammon hears about it, he’s slightly angry. Because why is there a demon going around saying you embarrassed them in front of everyone heartlessly? He knows it can’t be true, but he can’t fight back properly without knowing exactly what happened.

He goes up to you, asking why this demon is talking shit about you and if you want him to deal with it or if you just want to deal with it on your own.

When he finds out the real reason, he’s slightly embarrassed. He thinks of how many times he’s asked you out because he didn’t understand your orientation at first. But, don’t worry, he gets it now.

Leviathan just tries to mainly distract you. He has no idea how to comfort you in this situation but tells you the demon overreacted anyways.

He suggests a movie. Mammon takes over from there. Family movie night is a go.

“It’s an action movie, action doesn’t have romance,” Mammon says confidently, sliding the movie disc in. Asmodeus seems unsure but cuddles up into your side regardless.

And then it happens. Romance. Mammon is dumbfounded, shocked, and fearful. Levi looks unimpressed.

“Straight people,” Asmo says weakly, slumped into your shoulder. He looks ill from the sight of a hetero romance on screen.

“I would rather die a thousand times then not experience love,” the man says, even after being slapped by the woman five times. You’re surprised how often that slides in movies.

There is a pause. And then suddenly Mammon and Levi scream and fumble for the remote, fighting each other to turn off the TV. “Turn it off, turn it off!” Levi shrieks before he’s shoved off the couch with a Mammon falling on top of him.

Beelzebub successfully turns off the TV, confused by all of his brothers’ reactions. Lucifer is angry. “What is going on?”

“Nothing!” Asmo chimes, playing innocent. “We just decided we didn’t like the movie anymore!”

While they can all be a bunch of helpless idiots, they do their best to keep you happy. And you’re happy with that. Who needs a friend who ignores you because you don’t want to date them?



if u meant head cannons i’m so sorry but it said fic and i got confused but i tried to add headcannony format vives to it but mc is aro so i did the main task :)

[leviathism]

I am in need of more aromantic mc. May I request an aromantic mc giving romantic advice to Leviathan as they prepares to leave for the night? Buddy can't handle their nerves and needs a friend to help them sike himself up.

Thank you for your time. I wish you a pleasant night. :)

leviathan x gender neutral reader

Leviathan wouldn’t stop moving.

“C’mon,” you groaned out, yanking at his hair. “You asked for my help in styling your hair and now here you are—”

“Sorry,” he mumbled, looking everywhere but you. This would be normal but his eyes were moving to each object quicker than usual, his foot wouldn’t stop tapping the tiled floor, and his arms were wrapped around his stomach.

You sighed, stepping back. “What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean, what’s wrong?!” He exploded, throwing his arms into the air. “We’re going to the Fall and everyone’s gonna be talking and dancing and I’m gonna end up hiding in the bathroom!”

“No, you’re not.” You crossed your arms and gave him a look. “You know I’d drag you out. Besides, I’ll only be a few steps away from you the whole time. It won’t be that hard.”

“But I…” he flushed and looked away, embarrassed.

“But what?”

“I can’t flirt! Asmo and Mammon are gonna be there, getting all these dates and hookups and I’m gonna be the loser brother,” Leviathan whined and leaned over the sink. His lower lip pouted out. You rolled your eyes.

“Have you seen Mammon flirt? He’s not taking anyone home tonight.” Leviathan cracked a smile at that.

It didn’t last long though. He faltered and looked to the side. “But… ugh. What do people like?”

Why was he asking you? You squinted at him. This role always fell to you for some reason.

“Well, people usually like someone who is confident in themselves.” You watched as Leviathan wilted right on the spot. You winced. Maybe that hadn’t been the right thing to say. “Listen. You’re cute and hot. You just need to act confident for a single night. You ever hear the phrase ‘fake it ‘til you make it?’”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t work.”

“Yes it does! Sixth grade, english class. I had to give a presentation. My teacher loved it. I miraculously made it to the bathroom before I—”

Leviathan flailed his arms before he returned to his slumped state. “Ugh, stop! TMI! That’s not even the same either. You can’t equate giving a presentation to trying to talk to someone!”

“Sure you can. You just gotta get all the points in the categories you need.”

“You’re insane. You are worse than ME!”

You shrugged and grinned at him. “You asked for advice from me. You got what you asked for… Alright. Listen, I’ll help you out on the floor tonight, find you someone or whatever, but I get something in return.”

“Like what?” Leviathan frowned and stood up straight, suddenly serious. You poked him in the cheek, smushing his cheek in.

“I dunno. You’ll see. And I just remembered! You’re in luck. I know a bunch of men and some women who would like a pathetic little worm like you.”

“Pathetic?! WORM?” Outrage and then acceptance. “Umm…. Yeah. Are they nice?”

“You’ll have to go to find out.” You looked at his hair. The two of you were running out of time, so he’d just have to pull off the messy hair style. You ruffled your hand through it, ignoring his protests.

The two of you started to walk towards the door when Leviathan grabbed your arm. “Um… thanks. I’ll try and talk to them.”

You patted his arm before you remembered. “Please don’t mention your hobbies to anyone though. That’s something you only tell on your twelfth date.”

[leviathism]

ARO MC MASTERLIST

-> mc rejects demon from class

-> aro brothers w/ aro mc (cw. sex mention)

-> bsf mammon w aro mc

-> romance repulsed reader

-> mc comes out as agender & aroace

-> aro mc & levi get ready to go to the fall

-> aro mc is unable to come out w/ levi

[leviathism]

i want to thank you for your aro mc post. i have my own headcanons of aro mc too, but i don't post my writing, and i've never seen anyone else post about it either. i started crying when i saw the post, and i just wanted to let you know, aro mc is cool and i love your headcanon, it makes me feel seen, so again, thank you

of course!!! ik some people might think it’s weird being aro and playing a dating game but i just do it for funsies y’know. and who doesn’t need a little aro comfort sometimes?????? ik i do

i don’t think i ever saw any aro mc i only ever saw asexual so i was just like… well if u can’t find it write it!!!! but i also think id dislike any alloro writing aro mc too bc we all know they’d butcher it so badly

BUT if you ever do end up publishing those headcanons…. pls do tell me i’ll read them w/o hesitation