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boydiisaster · 2 years

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I don't remember if i already requested this but if that's okay could i request the the brothers (or just some of them) reacting to teen!MC mimicking some of their mannerisms/behaviours?(like the hand thing that Lucifer does for example) And like they don't even realize?

copycat

reader: gender neutral, no gendered pronouns used

tw/cw: cussing and broken bones mention

author's note: i remember you did ask me this, yeah!! but i've been struggling with writer's block and just got lazy and never finished a lot of my requests, so im super sorry this took so long! also i have a tendency to make anything considering belphegor sad, so pls be weary of his part

lucifer

Lucifer isn't quite sure when you began to mimic his behavior. He noticed how you'd stand the way he does whenever you're waiting for somebody, or how you always mess with the cuffs on your uniform just like he does. At first he gave you the benefit of the doubt and just assumed he was looking too far into things, but then your mimicking got more prominent.

"MC?" Lucifer looks your way. Currently it was dinner time, and you were tasked with cooking said food. You always cooked human realm food because that's pretty much the only food you're good at cooking and the only food you'd eat down here, so the brothers always looked forward to the nights when you cooked.

"Luci!" you beam, stirring the pot full of chili on the stove. "I was craving chili fries, so I hope you don't mind me cooking that for supper. I know how much you like your sophisticated dinners."

"Oh please," the demon chuckles. "No dinner is sophisticated when shared with my brothers."

You giggle and cover your mouth the same way Lucifer does when he smiles in public. He tilts his head a bit before bringing it up.

"You're copying me, aren't you?"

You look over your shoulder to the demon who's currently leaning a bit on the doorframe to the kitchen. His expression is unreadable, so you're not quite sure whether he's angry or just amused.

"Copying you in what?" you blink. "I'm confused."

"In my behaviors and movements." Lucifer smiles. "Like a kid with their idol."

Your face suddenly starts to feel warm. You laugh, waving a hand at him before setting the chili to a light simmer. "You're not my idol. I think your sin is getting to your head again."

"I might not be, but you must see me as someone you look up to, correct?"

"Nope," you lie. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Yesterday evening," Lucifer pushes himself off the doorframe and walks toward you. "When Mammon took your homework to copy it and you found out he accidentally lost it. You yelled at him in the exact way I do. Only more in an annoyed way instead of scolding."

"That's just a silly coincidence!" you insist, growing even more embarrassed. "What are you trying to imply?'

"That you see me as a parental figure."

"I do not!" Your face feels like a furnace now. You glare at the demon in front of you, needing to crane your neck to fully meet his eyes. Demons are so unrealistically tall, it's honestly scary.

"Don't worry, kiddo," Lucifer teases. "I don't mind if you call me Dad."

"You shut it!" You straighten your back and unconsciously move into the same stance Lucifer gets into when irritated: arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed and hip slightly jutted to the side. That really seems to tip him off, though, because he's soon laughing lightly.

"You're doing it again," he snickers behind his hand. "You know, you're one child that I actually like copying me. Somehow, even though you're doing what I do, you still retain that feel of you. Like you've always done these things."

The eldest demon brother places a hand on your shoulder and smiles. "You must have been paying close attention to me for a long time when developing all these habits. It's endearing."

You pout and try to pathetically hide your face with your hands. You're so humiliated and embarrassed. "Shut up. I don't mean to."

"It's cute, MC, don't fret." Lucifer leans down to place a small kiss on your forehead. "You remind me of my brothers when they were younger. Belphegor used to do the same thing you do."

You peak up at him through your fingers, a bit shocked. "Really?"

He nods, smile turning fond. "Satan does it too now, as well. Unconsciously and in simplistic ways, but it's noticeable enough to me."

"That makes me feel a little better," you admit, face still hot. "Thank you."

He nods again and moves back toward the threshold of the kitchen. He falters however and turns back around, confused.

"Do you smell something burning?"

mammon

Mammon knew he should have copyrighted his sayings and movements. He could have made serious bank based just off how much you shrug like him. He swears you do it at least a dozen times a day, though he supposes him and his brothers definitely deserve that bored expression and tired movement due to always bombarding you.

You started mirroring his behaviors in other ways, as well, like keeping a pocket knife in your shoe whenever you'd do something stupid and Lucifer would tie you up by your ankle to dangle from the ceiling. (Which he didn't do often because he considered it a harsh punishment for his child human exchange student, but sometimes the things you got yourself into deserved a punishment that rough.)

Alongside that was the way you held your cups. He's caught you staring at him quite a few times as he picked up his mugs to take a drink of coffee or alcohol or just plain-old kool-aid, (which you did in fact get him addicted to.) He just figured you were like his brothers and thought it was weird, but then one day you just started picking up your cups by the bottom, holding it in your palm, completely ignoring the handle. It pisses off his brothers when he does it and it made them blow several gaskets whenever you began to, as well.

As of now you two were hanging out in the living room, you hanging upside down off the sofa and Mammon lounging in the chair across from you. He keeps letting his gaze wander over to the ridiculous position you were in and blinks before striking up a conversation.

"How are you gonna get up?"

You look up, (down?), at the demon and tilt your head. "Simple. I don't."

Mammon snorts and shakes his head. "You're funny, MC."

"I get it from you," you smile, (frown? Eh, who knows.)

"That's not the only thing you get from me," he brushes his bangs out of his face and points a finger gun at you. "I demand you pay me for usin' my likeness in your everyday activities!"

You slowly slide off the sofa and plop onto the floor. Rolling over, you shimmy out from under the coffee table and pop up beside Mammon's chair, sitting on your knees and laying your chin on the arm. "Huh?"

The demon turns to face you, confused as ever at your sudden movements. He decides to ignore it; wise choice.

"You're mirroring me! How you keep that knife in your shoe-"

"Because I'm in trouble a lot and Lucifer has a really weird amount of rope," you defend.

"How you hold your cups!" Mammon furrows his eyebrows. "And! And how you shrug your shoulders! You even use the same expression as me when doin' it!"

"I've always done those things!" you lie through your teeth. "I don't owe you anything."

"You did not!" Mammon frowns. "I have photos!"

"Why were you taking pictures of me?!"

"Because I knew you'd act like this when I confronted you!" Mammon quickly pulls up dozens of photos of you both holding your cups by their handles and side-by-side comparisons of how he and you shrug. Also was that a photo of the inside of your shoe?

"Fine!" you pout. "Okay, yeah, maybe I'm mimicking you a little bit. I can't help it, though! I do this with things I'm fond of!"

Mammon goes silent so you take this as an opportunity to continue.

"Whenever I like someone so much, I start to adopt the things that they do. I copy the way Levi messes with his arms, the way Satan holds his books, I even copy the way Solomon stands with his chin in his hand! I just... really love you guys, and I see you do all these things and... and I'm sorry."

You hide your face a bit so Mammon can't tell how sad you look. Your cheeks and neck are blazing hot and you're filled to the brim with embarrassment. "I'm still not giving you any money, though."

"You like me?"

You nod, not looking up from your position. "Well duh, why do you think I wanna hang out with you every day? You're like my family. I look up to you, Mammon. Of course I like you."

"You look up to me?"

"What did I just say?" you glare at the demon as you finally pop your head up. Just as you do that, said demon tackles you into a big hug, tipping over the single sofa in the process. He begins to sniffle and cry holding you, babbling on about how he's so happy you like him and look up to him even though all his brothers think him a scumbag. You smile a bit and hug your demon back, rustling his hair and giggling as he seems to purr.

"I love you, Mams," you grin. "We're cool now, right?"

Mammon nods pathetically but doesn't move to get off you. You groan and try to push him, but he still doesn't move. With a sigh, you just give in and go limp.

"I still want my money, MC. Just 'cause you're a kid doesn't mean I won't destroy you."

"What are you, a tax collector?"

leviathan

Oddly enough, when you started to mirror his actions, he began to feel self-conscious. You'd think that a person would feel prideful or even jealous considering a child was mimicking the repetitive things they do throughout their days, but not Levi. No, this demon tried with all his power to get away from you so that you couldn't copy him. He figured you were teasing him.

Psychologically, that is.

No where in your actions did it even seem like you were teasing him, but Levi somehow created this whole idea in his head that you were only doing the things he does as a way to get into his mind and make him feel inferior, and god was it working. The way you'd let out the same happy "Woah!" sound when you saw something cool, how you'd shift your gaze side to side and try hiding your face behind your fist when embarrassed. It was driving him insane. Why wouldn't you stop?

"Have you seen Levi?" you ask Lucifer, can of Levi's favorite energy drink in hand. You open it with your teeth, (a common thing Levi does), and take a sip. "I got a new video game and I wanted to play it with him first."

Lucifer stares at you completely mortified by your actions, but instead of scolding you he simply waves his hand to the side. "In his room, perhaps? I haven't seen him, MC, but please never do that in front of me again."

You snicker and bound off down the hall, shouting "No promises!" over your shoulder at him.

"I swear, that child is like a tiny Leviathan...."

You happily knock on Levi's door, gulping down half of the energy drink in one swig. You beam at the closed door and knock again. "Oh Leeevi? It's MC! I got a new game, would you like to play it with me?"

Levi freezes. He burrows farther into his bathtub bed and tries to make it seem that he's just a bunch of pillows and blankets. Maybe if he didn't answer you, you'd leave? Bad assumption, because Mammon just got to the lock-picking section in his How To Get Rich Quick lessons. You bite the ring of the can as you pull out a needle and the pocket knife you keep in your shoe, humming a tune as you easily unlock Levi's door. You shove the needle back into your pocket and nearly trip trying to slip the knife back into your boot when you hear the lock click. You open the door and spread your arms dramatically. "Wow! I actually did it!"

Huh?

Leviathan scrambles to get up. He sits, pillow atop his head as he gawks at you standing in his now open doorway. He climbs out of his bed and accidentally trips, rolling into a sitting position, pillow now laying on his already messy bedroom floor.

"MC? H-How did you get in here?!"

You smile devilishly and extend your hand to offer up the rest of your drink. "A magician never reveals their secrets. Now c'mon Levi! Let's go play my game! I set us up a pillow fort and everything!"

"MC! WHAT IS THIS HUGE MESS IN THE LIVING ROOM?!"

You stiffen after hearing Lucifer's angry voice. "My pillow fort!" you yell back. "Don't touch it! I worked for hours on that thing!"

You hear a couple of crashes and a loud scream, then nervously turn back to Levi. "We should probably just stay in here then."

Levi blinks at you, then looks at the drink you're giving him, then out the door. "He's gonna kill you."

"He's already tried," you laugh. "Anyways come on!"

"I... don't feel like it. You just broke into my room, I feel sick, go away," Levi spits excuses after excuses at you. "Henry will miss me, sorry, anyways nice seeing you MC!"

"Levi!" you whine. "You never hang out with me anymore! What's gotten into you? Did I do something wrong?"

Levi cringes at how pained your voice turns as you finish your question. Guilt floods him; he can't bare to even look you in the eyes because he knows if he does he'll probably burst into tears for making his little Henry sad. Instead, he makes a move to stand, rubbing his arms nervously.

"I- no, it's just.... MC, do you not like me?"

"What?" Your voice only sounds more hurt. "Levi, I love you! You're like a big brother to me, why would I not like you?"

The purple-haired demon shrugs his shoulders. "I... I don't know. I just kept seeing you copying me: doing the things I do, saying the things I say, and I started to feel..."

"Self-conscious?" you finish for him. Gently placing down the energy drink can, (now empty, by the way), you rush over to Leviathan and hug him as tightly as you can, which wasn't much to this unreasonably strong demon. Seriously, all he does is lay in his room all day, how is he even remotely muscular? Not that you were complaining, you like it when he picks you up to grab forgotten video games or manga off the top shelves in the stores he drags you to.

"Yeah," Levi answers, leaning down so he can bury his face in your shoulder. "I'm sorry that I hurt you, MC. I shouldn't assume that you'd make fun of me for everything I do."

"If it makes you feel better," you rub his back. "I copy you because I look up to you. You're really cool! I wanna be like you! You know so much about games and movies and you're just so much fun to be around."

Levi goes stiff in your grasp and for a second you think you've offended him. However you do much the opposite. Levi wraps his arms around you and sniffles into your shoulder. You awkwardly smile as he starts to ramble on about how you're so nice and he doesn't deserve to have a friend like you; you know, typical Levi banter. You rub his back as he starts to grow louder.

"There, there, Levi. Let it all out."

All you get is some jumbled sobs and words in return. That's what made you love him though, so you couldn't complain; even when he was soiling your brand-new tee shirt.

satan

Satan fought tirelessly to not be seen as Lucifer's shadow. He wouldn't do or like a single thing Lucifer does, even if he genuinely enjoyed that thing. As soon as Lucifer got his grubby hands on it, it was over for Satan, so when you were clawing, trying desperately to do the things he does and like the things he likes, he was dumbfounded. Why would you want to be seen as his double, his shadow, his other copy?

It drove Satan nuts when he'd catch you doing something he does. He nearly blew a gasket when he noticed you watching him out the corner of his eye as he read in the library. You were just staring at him for what seemed like hours before picking up a book, looking back over at Satan, then holding the book in the exact same way he does despite how awkward it seemed in your hand. Not only that, but he'd watch you when you'd move into the same stance he usually stands in: one hand on your chest and another at your hip.

How dare you do this to the Wrath Avatar. He should destroy you. But then again, he was the Wrath Avatar. Maybe he was just overreacting?

Currently, said avatar is sitting in his room, leg crossed over his other one, petting a little kitten as he reads a new book he bought from the human realm. It was raining: the perfect weather for a cup of warm tea. He hummed happily as he closed his book and sighed. He was content.

"Knock knock! Guess who?"

Never mind.

You stand at Satan's doorway, bouquet of his favorite flowers behind your back. You went to the market with Barbatos today and saw these and you just had to buy them for Satan. He's been going on and on about how he couldn't find them anywhere and once you caught glimpse of them while Barbatos was eyeing a fruit stand, you yanked on his sleeve and pointed toward the flowers, begging him to purchase a dozen for you.

"Satan?" you drone out his name, knocking on his door again. "I know you're in there. Lucifer told me where you were."

Damn him!

With a long sigh, Satan stands. The kitten takes this as a sign to hop off his bed and hide behind a stack of books. The blond walks over to his door, dodging more piles of books before letting you inside. He greets you with a half-hearted wave. You greet him with an enthusiastic one back.

"I got you a present!" you smile. "Close your eyes!"

"MC, this is ridiculous."

"Now!"

Satan sighs but does as you say. You take out the bouquet.

"Now open them!"

He just stares at you and the gorgeous display of his favorite flowers in your grasp. Satan doesn't say anything for a long time; he only stands there looking between you and the flowers. You start to feel awkward and shift under his blank gaze.

"Uh... these are your favorite flowers, right?" you meekly ask. "I didn't confuse them with one of your brothers'?"

"No, these are my favorite," he nods. Satan finally takes them from your hands gently, making sure not to bend a single petal. "How did you find these...? I thought they were out of season?"

"I did, too!" you admit. "But I begged Barbatos to buy them for me and promised I'd help him around the castle tomorrow if he did."

"Why would you do that?" Satan giggles as he raises the bouquet up to smell them. "They're just flowers, MC."

"But they're your favorite!"

He goes quiet yet again, staring at you fondly. He starts to feel incredibly guilty thinking about how he was just angry that you were knocking on his door. Satan has been so frustrated with your mimicry that he's forgotten just how sweet of a human you really were.

"MC..."

You perk up.

"I... apologize for the way I've acted toward you recently. I've treated you as if you were a hassle to be around while you thought of me like a close friend."

You shrug your shoulders and lean against the wall next to Satan's door, gazing up at the blond. "I just figured you were angry at me for copying you all the time. Lots of people get mad at me for that."

Satan stares at you again. "So... you knew why I suddenly became hostile around you?"

"Yep!"

"And you neither confronted me about it nor stopped?"

"Uh huh!"

Satan goes quiet for a moment then begins to laugh, shaking his head gently.

"Oh MC.... Thank you for being such an amazing and funny human being."

asmodeus

Asmo is used to people copying him. He's an influencer, of course he'd be used to it. However when you started doing it too, he became puzzled. You two were friends, of course, but Asmo didn't realize you looked up to him just like his fans do.

The Lust Avatar didn't question you on your developing actions, but it did fill him with a sense of pride when he'd catch you carrying your bags like he does or sitting with your leg crossed over the other: something that you've never done before you noticed he did so. It's cute to watch you struggle to keep your legs crossed, as well. He once looked at you after you nearly fell out of your chair trying to mimic him and you coughed, clearly embarrassed. It took all he had not to laugh how cute you were.

Asmodeus doesn't confront you like his brothers do. He doesn't really mind it at all, honestly. But he can't help bringing it up from time to time. Subtly, of course. Just to watch you squirm. He loves you MC, but this demon also loves teasing you. He does eventually mention it to you after he's had his fun, but by then you've probably humiliated yourself more times than Mammon's lost all his money to gambling.

Well, maybe not that much.

"Your outfit is gorgeous, MC!" Asmo smiles warmly at you as you hop down the front porch steps. Everyday you and Asmo walk to school together, but today you were running a little late because, well, you had to style your outfit. Asmo noticing it made the whole ordeal worthwhile to you.

"Thank you! I never thought pink was my color, do you like it?" You twirl around for Asmo to show off the rest of your outfit.

"Oooh, I love it!" he exclaims. "I should buy you a book bag to go with it."

You laugh and shake your head as the two of you begin your walk to school. "You don't need to do that, Asmo. I have no idea when I'm going to wear this outfit again, anyways."

"Soon, I hope!" Asmo giggles. "You look like a teenage me."

"I look nothing like you, Asmo!" you laugh, playfully shoving your friend.

"You know what I meant!" Asmo looks up at the dark sky. Despite it being early morning in the Devildom, it still looked like nighttime in the human realm. It made the bubbly demon kind of sad, honestly.

"You act just like me, too."

Your eyes widen. You stutter in your movements and nearly trip over a stray rock on the road. So he knew after all. You thought you were being sneaky! Though you suppose there's nothing sneaky about constantly watching someone to try and copy their habits.

"What do you mean?" You nervously smile. You don't want to look at him due to how embarrassed you feel, but he's not even looking at you. He just keeps staring up at the blank sky.

"How you sit, for one." Asmo's sadness from staring up at the Devildom sky is suddenly gone as he remembers how hard you've been trying to get his habits right. He giggles. "How you walk, is another. I'm not sure if you got that from me, though, but you walk so much differently than when you first arrived here. You walk with a purpose, with confidence in yourself."

Asmo turns to find you nervously fiddling with your non-outfit matching book bag.

"Then there's how you get embarrassed. You cross your arms and avert your gaze to the floor, occasionally glancing side-to-side."

Asmo walks up to you and gently grasps your warm face. He beams at you and kisses the top of your head endearingly, like a mother comforting their child.

"Finally, there's this."

He tugs at the ribbon that's in your hair. It's pink, matching Asmo's own ribbon. You've watched him tie that thing over and over again every day to learn how to tie your own. You don't know if it makes you happy or even more ashamed that he noticed it.

"I honestly don't mean to," you murmur. You just wanna crawl into bed and sleep, you're so embarrassed. "I just really look up to you, and I... I don't know. I wanna be like you."

Asmo falls silent as he processes your words. You want to be like him? The Lust Avatar? A demon who's been called narcissistic, stuck-up, and so many other rude things. A demon who's rumored to just fiddle with people's emotions for fun. That's incomprehensible! Sure, like he said, he is an influencer. But he's an influencer to demons. Demons are known to be ruthless and cold and malicious, so why do you want to be like a demon?

"That's...," Asmo pauses again, thinking. "Cute."

You blink. "What?"

"That's cute!" he laughs. "I'm a demon, MC. You want to be like a demon, you look up to a demon. And that's cute."

You pout a bit and cross your arms. "Are you teasing me?"

"A little," Asmo admits. "But it really is cute. You have this childlike innocence when it comes to demons. You don't see us as monsters, which is dangerous in most cases...," Asmo wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a warm hug.

"But it's nice in my case. Thank you, MC. For not seeing me the way most others do."

You hug Asmodeus back, smiling a bit into his shoulder. You don't say anything in return, you just stay in the comforting embrace of your friend. Besides, peaceful moments with Asmo are your favorite. The two of you don't need to talk to commune each other's feelings. That's what made your friendship with the Lust Avatar so special.

beelzebub

Much like his brother, Beel doesn't mind when you began to mimic him. Between you and me, the dear didn't even notice until his twin pointed it out for him. He just thought that you've always kept snacks in your drawers or held your wrist like that. Despite now knowing though, he doesn't mention it. It's cute watching you struggle to lift the heavy weights he does or keep up with him while running, even though you've never shown an interest in these things before he came along. Plus he's nice and doesn't want to embarrass you.

Currently, the two of you are lounging around in your room, you laying splayed out on your bed while Beel sits on the floor, leaning back on your mattress. You roll onto your stomach and whine while offering up the rest of the candy you were snacking on to your fiery-haired friend. Beel happily takes it.

"I feel sick," you groan. You bury your face in your comforter and whine again, louder this time. "I shouldn't have ate all that candy. Especially not with that soda Levi gave me."

Beel swallows the sweets in his mouth and turns his head to look at you. "Do you need me to get Lucifer?"

"No," you sigh. "He'll just scold me like he's my dad or something."

"Technically he is," Beel smiles. "He does take care of you while you're here."

"Caretaker," you correct him, not lifting up your head. Your voice is muffled by the blanket beneath you. "The word you're looking for is caretaker, not dad."

"Sure it is." Beel smiles wider when he hears you groan again.

"Shut up!" You roll onto your back and grunt as you playfully smack Beel's shoulder. "You're so mean to me."

Beel and you sit in a comfortable silence after that. Well, not total silence. There's still the noise of Beel sticking his hand into and out of the candy bag. You can feel yourself growing tired as you lay with your eyes closed on your comfy bed. The sound of the plastic bag lulls you to sleep. Only for a split second, though.

"You're like Belphie sometimes."

You open one of your eyes. So much for sleep, you think to yourself.

Beel is facing you now, watching you try to wake yourself and mask your tired expressions. You roll onto your side and stare at him. "What's that mean?"

"That you're like Belphie sometimes," Beel repeats. "You're so sleepy."

"I'll have you know that I'm not always sleepy," you smile. "I just didn't get a lot of rest last night."

"Then you must not sleep much a night." Beel tilts his head as a worried look appears on his face. "Do you have trouble sleeping?"

"Sometimes," you fluster. You really didn't expect Beel to get so worried. "But it's cool. Like, I'll just nap when I get home, you know?"

Beel hums. You fiddle with your wrist, grabbing it and tapping your fingers against your skin. Beel notices.

"Why are you nervous?"

"Wha-"

"I do that when I'm nervous." Beel furrows his brow. "So why are you nervous? I'm not mad at you."

You stare at him, completely mortified. He knew that you adopted some of his habits? Since when?! And how did he find out?! You thought you were clever about it. You never openly stared at him when he fiddled with his bracelets or wrist in general. Or at least never made it obvious. That's what you thought, but you suppose you thought wrong.

"I'm not nervous," you lie despite still messing with your wrist.

"And I'm not hungry," Beel deadpans. "MC, you can tell me anything. You know that, right? I won't make fun of you."

You avert your gaze from the Avatar of Gluttony and sigh. There was no getting out of this, was there? Maybe you could jump out the window? That would be a quick solution. Eh, but then you'd probably break your legs trying to land, and then there'd really be no way to avoid telling Beel the truth.

"Fine," you grumble, face hot with embarrassment. "The reason I copy your habits is because...," you groan and cover your face. "I can't say it!"

"Is it because you like me?"

You freeze. How was he so good at figuring you out?!

"Yeah," you mumble. "I really like you. You're like, my best friend! Or a big brother to me! And I just unconsciously mirror the things my loved ones do, and it's embarrassing."

You feel a large yet gentle hand on your shoulder. Peeking out from in between your fingers, you see Beel kneeling in front of you with a big smile on his face.

"You really remind me of Belphie." He laughs at your tired groan.

"Stop teasing me! You promised not to tease me if I told you!"

"I'm not!" he chuckles. "You act just like him sometimes, and I see you in the way I see him."

You remove your hands from your face. "And how is that?"

"Like my twin brother, of course." The Avatar of Gluttony pats your head. He closes his eyes and laughs as you swat at his hand.

"You're like my little human sibling. I wanna protect you and keep you safe, because family is important to me."

You tilt your head and smile. It's goofy, a lopsided and awkward sort of smile, but you'd be blind to not see the happiness contained in it and in your eyes. You throw your arms around Beelzebub, the ladder easily catching you and falling back onto your floor with a loud thump! You laugh and shake your head as you lay on Beel's chest.

"I thought you were strong, Beel," you tease. "You should've been able to catch me without falling."

"I lost my balance, MC," he smiles back. "Don't make me tell Lucifer on you."

"Tattletail."

Beel snorts, and you laugh at his own laughter. You roll off the demon to plop right beside him on your floor. It's a bit cold, but it's comfortable. Or maybe it's just because you're laying next to Beel. You don't know. With your hands folded on your stomach and your gaze fixed on your ceiling, the two of you settle into another comfortable silence.

"Can I take a nap now?"

"Sure, mini Belphie."

"Oh shut up."

belphegor

Belphegor wants to say that he was infuriated by your actions, that he wanted you to stop just as fast as you had started, but that would be a complete lie. In all honesty, this little demon couldn't have been happier. He would watch you, smiling to himself when you would nuzzle your face into Beelzebub's shoulder or rub your arm at random intervals just as he does. The color you paint your nails is the same as his, and the way you curl around people like he does when napping brings a goofy grin to his face. Plus there's the stance you get into when you're mad, your hand on your chest with your other arm slightly outstretched to the side. It was annoying and stupid and so cute of you to do, it made the Sloth Avatar sick.

He most definitely teases you about it, so there was no use for you to try and hide your mimicry. Still, you did try. You'd fiddle with your hair the way he does while alone and thinking, chew on the end of your pen while doing schoolwork, and sleep in the position he does: entangled in a mountain of pillows and blankets. But he still found out rather quickly, much to your dismay.

Currently, you two were alone in the forest behind the House of Lamentation. You wanted to go completely alone, but Lucifer insisted you bring one of the brothers with you. Belphie was the first to volunteer, and also the quietest, so you chose him. He wasn't being very quiet now, though.

"Why are we out here, anyways?" he yawns behind his hand. "If you're hunting for mushrooms, they're out of season."

"No, I'm not mushroom hunting," you sigh. "Just shush. Be quiet."

"Hm," Belphegor pretends to think for a moment. "No."

You roll your eyes and turn, getting into the stance you stole from Belphie, which is the same stance he stole from Lucifer. He won't admit it, though.

"I came out here to be alone, but Lucifer said I needed a supervisor, so here you are. Just be quiet for once, please?"

Belphie furrows his brow, playful attitude gone. Now he's curious. "Why did you want to be alone?"

"Because," you bite your tongue. Because you're annoying, because your constant banter makes me embarrassed, because I just need a place to think.

"Because I just wanna be, okay?" You mess with your hair.

"You're copying me again," Belphie coldly mentions. "Why are you always copying me?"

"You think I want to?" You cross your arms. "I can't help it! I copy my loved ones' habits because I love them, of course, and I wanna be like them. But you're so mean to me about it. Why couldn't you have just pretended not to know? It hurts when you make fun of me for it."

Both of your eyes widen. You slap your hands over your mouth, shocked. Did you really just admit that? You feel like crying out of frustration. Stupid Lucifer, if he would have just let you go out on your own you wouldn't be in such an embarrassing situation. Belphegor stares at you with an unreadable expression on his face, but you assume he's about to say something mean again.

"I'll stop, okay? I'm sorry, please don't mention this to your br-"

"I'm sorry, MC."

You immediately shut your mouth. "What?"

"I'm not actually mad at you... for copying me, you know? It's endearing, I just," Belphegor thinks, trying to find the right words. He can't believe he's admitting this to a kid just so they won't cry or get anymore upset. Ugh, he really loves you, doesn't he?

"I just don't want to be vulnerable, I guess. I don't want to face the fact that I really care about you. It's easier to just make fun of and berate you instead of telling you that your actions make me... happy."

The forest is silent aside from the gentle breeze blowing through the leaves. You stand, arms crossed over your chest with an embarrassed look on your face. Belphie isn't much different. His cheeks are pink and he's twirling his bangs around his index finger nervously.

"How about we just pretend we never had this conversation."

"But then it'd be even more awkward between us." You take a shy step closer to the demon. "I want to be friends. Like, actual friends. I don't want a friendship where all we do is mock each other. I want to be truthful with you."

You continue walking towards the Avatar of Sloth, who is currently refusing to look at you. With a soft movement, you wrap your arms around Belphegor's waist, hiding your scolding hot face in his chest. Belphie immediately stiffens up. He doesn't know how to react. His hands are shaking above your shoulders, and he stares wide-eyed at your painfully human form.

"I want to be friends," you repeat into his shirt.

Belphie, (still with shaky hands), finally hugs you back. You smile a bit when you feel his forehead plop on your shoulder. You stand like that for a while, just hugging each other. But then Belphie groans and pulls back.

"Okay, leaning down like this is hurting my back. Let go."

You laugh and shake your head. "You're surprisingly warm, you know that?"

"Really? Beel always says I'm cold." Belphie looks at himself curiously, then blushes. "Don't change the subject."

You giggle. "But you are! Like a furnace."

You start to walk away. Not before grabbing Belphie's hand, though. "The real reason why I'm out here," you begin, still with your demon in tow. "Is because Satan told me about some flowers that are supposed to bloom today. I wanted to pick some so I could press them and give them to you as a gift."

"You're such a kid," Belphie mutters. Then coughs and flushes red again. "But... thank you."

"Of course! I like giving gifts to my family."

Family, the Sloth Avatar thinks. You consider him family... That would make you his little sibling. He'd be your older brother.

Belphie feels you let go of his hand. He watches as you smile back over your shoulder at him, then sprint off into the clearing of gorgeous golden flowers. The flowers shimmer, gold particles falling off their leaves as the wind blows through them. You pick some closest to you, cutting the stims with a pair of scissors you pulled from your pocket. You lay the scissors on the ground and reach into your jacket for the book you keep there. Then, you press the flowers gently into the papers. The gold from the flowers puffs up and hits your face as you close your book. You cough a bit because of it.

"I'm okay!" you sneeze out.

Belphie laughs to himself as you keep sneezing in the distance. He supposes it wouldn't be so bad to have you as a sibling. In fact it'd be... kind of nice. You could get him out of Lucifer's punishments, he could use you to nap on, and you could nab some candy from the grocery store for him. That... and you'd stay by his side no matter what. He'd never lose you.

That's what he hopes, at least.

#i feel so bad cus i still got requests from october in my drafts and i wanna finish and post them #but like imagine you requested smth 5 months ago and forgot about it then a notif pops up in your inbox like #'*insert blog here* has replied to your ask!'#obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x gn reader #obey me x reader #obey me x teen!mc #bee's beehive #worker!bee

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