MC crying over one of the brother’s insecurities/fears
Older Brother Scenarios
Bulletpoint writing seems to get me out of slumps, so have some~. Also, there's nothing overtly romantic in these. Just some MC angst and comfort from the demon bros. (Younger Brothers found here.)
CW: gn!mc (they/them), angst, hurt/comfort, crying, self-depreciation, traits that could be read as depressive, happy ends, not proofread
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Lucifer
Lucifer had been exceptionally proud of the human exchange student that was living with them.
They worked diligently on their studies and followed his rules to the best of their ability.
He would often find them still at their studies late into the night, sending them to bed himself.
That was if they hadn’t fallen asleep on their work, which happened more than either would like to admit.
That night he had planned to do the same routine.
That was until he heard an unfamiliar noise coming from their room.
He gently pushed open the cracked door to find their room lit solely by their desk lamp.
MC was there, sat at the table, head in their hands.
Crying.
Their labored breath caught in their throat, stifling quiet sobs, as tears fell onto the scattered papers beneath them.
Lucifer quietly made his way beside them, neither hiding nor announcing his presence.
MC seemed smaller and more vulnerable than he had ever seen them, their hunched shoulders shaking with the emotions that racked their body.
He scanned the area to see the source of their distress.
Opened textbooks and nearly finished assignments littered the surface.
And glowing above it all was their opened D.D.D., displaying a text exchange between MC, Mammon, and Asmodeus.
“MC, ya hardly hang out with me anymore. Cant ya go out with me n Asmo tonight?”
“Yeah MC. This party is supposed to be fabulous. You shouldn’t miss out!”
“Sorry guys. I don’t want to fall behind in my school work.”
“OK, but dont be complainin when we have all the fun.”
“You should ask Satan to help you next time. It’s more fun when you're there. *blowing kiss*”
Though the messages were time-stamped for hours ago, it was clear that this was somehow the source of their current sadness.
Making his move, Lucifer gently placed his hand on their shoulder.
They froze at his touch but slowly turned to look at him, wiping at their flow of tears.
Without a word, he drew them into an embrace and their sobs resumed once more.
They clung onto him like a frightened child and let their tears soak his shirt.
Lucifer knew they needed this.
Needed to purge their raw emotions before they could explain or work through anything.
So he simply held MC as they cried until their tears were spent.
When their crying began to subside, he lifted them away from their workspace and positioned the two to sit on the edge of their bed.
“MC, please let me know what is wrong. What has you so sad? I’ll do anything in my power to fix it.”
“I-it’s nothing. It’s my p-problem”
Their voice wavered and they looked away from the demon before them.
“I just can’t. I can’t do everything! I want to do so-so much but-but I can’t do it all! I-I want to be - to be perfect, but I can’t! I hate it!”
New tears washed their face as they sobbed their confession.
On some level, he knew.
Lucifer knew exactly what you meant.
He knew because deep down, he had that same fear.
He wanted to be reliable and dependable for Diavolo while being connected to his brothers in so many ways that he was not.
The line between responsible and available was tough, and Lucifer failed to walk it more times than he could count.
Once again he gently pulled them into a hug.
“MC…”
He gently pet their hair as they practically curled into his lap.
“Nobody here expects you to be perfect. And as much as you may want it, you can’t be. That’s something that makes you human. But being human is all that we ask of you.”
Lucifer tried his best to remain calm and comforting.
“We don’t expect you to excel at your studies, just that you put in an honest effort. But your studies aren’t the only aspect of the exchange program.”
They looked with red, watery eyes up to his own steady, ruby irises.
“You should also engage with our culture and enjoy everything it has to offer. It’s okay to go out and socialize and have fun sometimes.”
He squeezed them just a bit tighter.
“It would pain me if your stay was only filled with stress and sadness.”
They nodded into his chest.
At some point during his comfort, MC’s sobs had turned into steady silent tears.
But he continued to hold them all the same.
He only let go after they had finally exhausted themself and had fallen asleep in his arms.
Mammon
Mammon walked through the halls of RAD toward the classroom he knew MC was in.
He had asked them to wait for him to finish the student council meeting so they could walk home together.
He was tired from all the talking they had done, so when he opened the door it took him a moment to register that MC wasn’t there.
At least, not immediately.
Their school bag and supplies were still scattered across one of the desks, so they would be sure to come back soon.
Amongst the rif-raf was an overturned packet of paper.
Seeing as he had some time to kill, Mammon didn’t see anything wrong with looking at what was out in the open.
He turned it over to see the test that had been handed back that day in Devildom History.
He knew that MC had studied all last week in preparation, so he was shocked to see the grade circled in red at the top.
13/100
And in the professor’s scrawl beneath it said “See me after class.”
Whatever thoughts were starting to form in his mind were interrupted when MC walked back into the classroom.
Even from the distance where he was, Mamms could see the redness in their eyes.
The confused look on his face paired with him holding their test was all it took for tears to overtake MC’s features.
“MC, what’s wrong?”
They didn’t answer him, instead opting to hide from his gaze by hiding behind the instructor’s desk.
Mammon stumbled out of his seat and raced to the other side to see MC kneeling on the floor.
Their arms wrapped around their torso as their shoulders shook with silent sobs.
“MC, stand up. Talk to me.”
He tried his best to hide the panic that was creeping through his system.
Their tear-coated face looked up to the hand Mammon extended to them.
With their hand placed in his, Mammon pulled them swiftly into him, cradling them against his frame.
“Well, you don’t have to talk right now. It’s okay if you need to cry. I’ve got you.”
And seemingly at his words, MC became jelly in his hands, bawling into his chest as he held the back of their head.
He didn’t care how long he had to stand there, for Mammon would be there for all of eternity to show MC that they were safe with him.
MC gently pushed away as their tears began to slow.
“Thank you, Mammon. I just… I… I tried. I tried my hardest and I still failed. I’m a failure. Just a disappointment.”
The hands that pushed him away moments ago gripped fiercely onto his shirt.
“I can’t keep up with Lucifer’s, or Diavolo’s, or anyone’s expectations. I’m just… useless.”
With those words, Mammon’s heart shattered.
How could these poisonous words come from his favorite human?
The words that echoed in his own head more times than he could count finally, truly wounded him when they were directed back at MC.
His hands cupped their face and made them look into his golden-blue eyes, even as tears began to fall on his face.
“Don’t. Just…how… how could you think that? You are… You…”
He pulled MC back into him, resting his head on their shoulder.
“If you did your best, that’s all you can do. That’s more than most people can say.”
His own tears stained MC’s shirt.
“You aren’t useless, or a disappointment, or a failure. You are so precious. To Luci, and Diavolo, and Me. We could never be disappointed in you.”
Whether he was telling these words for them or himself, it didn’t matter as the grip each had on the other tightened until they were both a ball of heartfelt sobs.
When the two finally cried themselves out, Mamms helped them gather their things to walk back home.
Leviathan
Leviathan knocked softly on MC’s door.
He wanted to invite them to his room to watch season one of the anime The Fairytail Pretty Boy is Actually a Secret Villain who Rules the School!!! in preparation for the second season that premiered tomorrow.
When he didn’t get a response he poked his head in through the cracked door to see if they were busy or wearing headphones.
Levi didn’t see MC, but he heard the sink running in their bathroom suite.
He made himself comfortable on their bed and waited for them to finish whatever they were doing in there.
He pulled out his D.D.D. to grind a round or two of the current raid event in Mononoke Land.
It wasn’t until Levi realized that he had been waiting for well over 10 minutes that a pit of worry grew in his stomach.
What if MC left the tap running, or they got injured, or worse.
Despite all of his otaku instincts telling him it was a bad idea, he once again knocked to see if MC was there.
After a moment without response, he announced his entrance into the bathroom.
Opening the door, he was greeted with the scared expression of MC sitting in the empty bathtub.
They were wearing the headphones he had gifted them, but their clothes and face were splashed with water.
No. Not water.
Tears.
MC had been blocking out everything around them and was crying.
After the realization dawned on him, Leviathan closed the door behind him and went to turn off the faucet.
He then slumped against the outside of the bathtub, not looking at MC.
There was a shuffle and sniffle behind him.
“Levi I-”
“It’s okay MC. You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to. Just… don’t send me away.”
He wouldn’t say it, but he was worried about them.
Really worried about them.
What would make them want to hole themself away from the world like…
…like him.
There was another shift in the tub and Levi felt MC put their head against his, sitting practically back to back.
“Levi… I-I just needed to get away from it. From the exchange program… The Devildom… Everything.”
He could feel their breath hitch behind him.
“I-I don’t belong here. I’m *hic* I’m too different. From everyone. I don’t fit in here.”
They drew away from him, likely curling into themself.
The thought chilled Leviathan.
He knew the feeling.
He had felt like that so many times before.
Of being other to those who were around.
The feeling that no one understood him, even if they tried.
The only reason he hadn’t felt that way recently was because of MC.
Because MC didn’t try to fully understand him; they just accepted him as he was.
Now was the time he had to return that kindness.
He moved from his slouched position to lean his side against the bath, draping his arm along the edge and staring at MC’s huddled, shaking body.
“I… I know I’m not good at saying it, but, MC, you do belong here.”
Levi closed his eyes.
“You bring so much joy to our lives… to my life… you listen to me when I rant about my anime a-and you talk to me about your passions too. That’s why we’re best friends. Why you’re my Henry. So, you can’t be all that different from us, right?”
It wasn’t until he felt a grip on his hand that he opened his eyes and looked at them.
Beneath their tears and the free hand that struggled to push them away, MC gave a small smile.
“Thanks, Levi. My Lord of Shadows a-always knows how to cheer me up.”
It was then, with that heartfelt line, that his otaku meter finally bust.
Levi could feel the raging blush spread across his face and he wanted to curl up and hide.
However, the soft hold of MC’s hand was enough to keep him there, just to comfort them.