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Shenanigans Among Demons
Rosh || She/Her || REQUESTS CLOSED || OBEY ME || 18+ || SIMP FOR FICTIONAL CHARACTERS ||
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obeythebutler · 3 hours ago
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obeythebutler · 8 hours ago
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Friends with hellish benefits
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obeythebutler · 9 hours ago
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ROSH PLSSSS THESE TAGS ARE KILLING ME LMAOO
also i hope your exams go well!! exams are tough but they’ll be over before you know it!! :)
Thanks bun! 😘
As soon as these exams get over its content week baby~~
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obeythebutler · 9 hours ago
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the demon brothers when MC’s last words are outta pocket hcs
a/n: my first post on here yay! :D i hope y’all enjoy, i was talking to @anotakugardener and @bsdparadise about this and well these were born LMAO
characters: lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beezlebub, belphegor
genre: angst, crack
warnings: death, seggsual jokes😏, mc bein a true chad, they could be possibly ooc
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there was an attack. an unpredictable one, where mc had been cornered on an unsuspecting street. a demon— a hungry and vicious one at that— had taken one look at them and lunged at them. the demon left gashes and teeth marks all over their body, but bolted before they could finish the job; the ominous footsteps approaching the scene had scared them into not finishing their meal.
MC is left bleeding out, laying on the cool cobblestone within the alleyway. one cough spews blood into the air, causing MC to slightly choke on the crimson liquid pooling in the back of their throat. their hearing fades in and out, as does their vision; the sight of the dark sky has frayed edges like a burnt photograph.
so this is it, they think to themselves.
muffled screams, the sound as if their head was underwater. the voice is one they recognize, a voice they’ve grown fond of.
he rushes over, dropping to his knees next to them. he had a feeling something would happen, but not even his gut instincts could prepare him for such a sight.
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lucifer
- lucifer tries to keep calm, panic never helped a dying man. but there’s so much blood, is there a way to save them right now? his mind was racing a mile a minute, questions whirring past without answers.
- “lucifer,” MC coughs, blood dribbling from their lips, “there’s something i must tell you.”
- lucifer is quick to try and silence them,“MC you shouldn’t be wasting your breath-“
- “no, listen to me,” MC strains weakly, “lucifer i…i know you don’t wash your ass in the shower.”
- he’s taken aback by their comment. he almost doesn’t know what to say, they’re dying and now they’re talking about him washing his-
- “wha-“ he tries to speak, but they cut him off.
- “w-wash your ass, gross musty demon boy…”
- their pulse can no longer be found. and neither can lucifer’s dignity.
- when lucifer returns to the house of lamentation in a gloom and breaks the news to his brothers, all of them are devasted; completely broken.
- “lucifer, d-did they have any last words?” satan asks, trying to keep his voice steady.
- lucifer’s face darkens as he lowers his head, a red tint across his cheeks. he doesn’t dare answer.
- “lucifer? tell me what they said.” satan urges.
- “….”
- satan is beginning to lose his patience, gritting his teeth, “what did they say?!”
- there is no way lucifer can actually tell them, but he knows they won’t stop asking until he reveals the truth. he’s conflicted.
- meanwhile, MC watches from beyond stifling a laugh. will lucifer ever be able to pass on their last message? they may have to spend eternity watching to see.
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mammon
**i sent this one to @obeythebutler already but i wanna use it again because i can’t stop laughing at it**
- his human? that's his human? bleeding out in the alleyway? it doesn't feel real, this can't be real.
- words are flying out of his mouth faster than he can comprehend them. chants of their name, pleas for them to stay alive, stutters of disbelief. he wonders if he'd be able to get them human medical services in time, there's no way he's letting them die here! they're not dying on his watch.
-mammon's state of denial as he cradles their head in his lap almost causes him to miss their quiet voice. he gasps, straining to hold back his sob as he looks down at them.
- "mammon...i have something to say, before i-"
- "no MC don't talk! you'll choke-- oh god, it's so big! h-how-"
- MC cuts his ramblings short by calling his name. he instantly stops, his lip quivering and tears running down his cheeks. they cough, splatters of blood landing on their chin. and then, they smile.
- "that's what she said."
- the color fades from their eyes. the smile slowly falls, the muscles in their body in full relaxation. they're gone.
- mammon can feel a laugh bubbling in his esophagus, but what comes out is a mix of a sob and chuckle. they're dead, but even when dying they were funny. how unfortunate.
- mammon goes back to the house of lamentation that night, absolutely heartbroken. the moment keeps replaying in his mind, and the more he remembers it, the harder he cries. but a wobbly smile somehow always makes it's way onto his face at the killer delivery.
- he explains to his brothers what happened, violent sobs racking his body. the brothers are speechless, each of them processing the news in different ways. lucifer, as much as he wants to scold mammon and hang him by his feet, he simply asks if they had any last words.
- "t-they said...that's what she said!" mammon wails.
- belphie, who was trying to muffle his cries, instantly starts snickering. goddamnit, MC, he thinks.
- they watch from beyond, laughing at belphie's conflicted state. at least they left them with a lasting memory of how goated they are.
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levi
- the rare time levi leaves his room, just to have his vision filled with the sight of MC's bloody body. no amount of video games could prepare him for this.
- he's almost scared to touch them, like contact from him would make it worse. the tears fall from his eyes before he can attempt to stop them. he's frozen. what is he supposed to do? they're dying!
- his eyes spot the giant gash on their stomach, causing the color to drain from his already pale face. this is a lot more than what ruri-chan bandaids can fix.
- "levi..." they cough, springing levi from his thoughts.
- "y-yes MC! i'm right here, i-it's gonna be okay!"
"levi...find candice." they weakly say.
- "c-candice? who's candice?" he asks with a watery voice.
- levi doesn't leave his room hOW IS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHO CANDICE IS??
- "f-find...candice." they repeat with a cough.
- "w-who's candice?!" he asks again, a bit frantic.
- "candice...weiner fit in your mouth." MC smiles, a chuckle taking up their last breath.
- levi sits there speechless, from both disbelief and disgust. he can't believe such a lame joke could be their last words, but at the same time he's ashamed he fell for it.
- his tears fall onto their cold skin like a light rain shower and his cheeks burn. how is he supposed to explain this to his brothers? it's both devastating and embarrassing!
- MC watches from beyond, a slight smirk sitting on their lips. they beat him at his own meme game. a victorious day indeed.
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satan
- he's gonna rip them to shreds. whoever did this is not living to see another day. they did this to them...
- satan's wrath was boiling, rising to the surface. he holds MC in his arms, their cold body only making his heat to intense temperatures. he almost doesn't know what to say. there's nothing he could say to make this any better.
- he wracks his brain for any spells he remembers that can rapidly heal someone, but he struggles to remember the ingredients and incantations in his panicked state.
- "satan...it's okay." MC smiles weakly.
- "no! no, MC, this isn't okay at all!" he exclaims.
- he grits his teeth, trying to maintain his composure in front of them. his anger won't help right now, he knows this.
- "i'm gonna die. it's okay, satan."
- "how can you say that?" he practically whispers, a lump building in his throat.
- "listen please. i...need to say something." MC pleads with a cough.
- "stop...talking. please." satan screws his eyes shut, his cries being ignored.
- “i love you, satan. you...and you’re tiny peepee”
- his eyes fly open. they said what?
- they stop moving, their breath no longer able to be felt. satan feels so conflicted; on the one hand he feels completely devastated. on the other, he feels anger towards the demon who did this to them. and on the other other hand he feels offended that they called his dick small.
- the tears continue streaming down his face as he deadpans. that's not what you said last night, he thinks. he quickly shakes his head, no they just died! but my dick isn't small! goddamn you, MC.
- MC watches from beyond cackling. they can only imagine the thoughts going through satan's mind, they can practically hear them all.
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asmo
- asmo has never run so fast. he was instantly by their side, shaky hands careful when touching them. his new nail polish color was eerily similar to the color of their blood.
- asmo had found himself rendered speechless around them a couple times, but none of those memories could compare to this one. he always said red was their color, but now he couldn't stand the sight of it.
- "oh MC! oh my god, what happened? w-what do i do?!" asmo's questions were rapid firing, before quickly coming to a halt.
- MC's quiet, straining voice reaches his ears, "a-asmo, unlock my D.D.D."
- asmo's eyes widen, his hands quickly reaching for their D.D.D, "oh yes! let's call lucifer, he can get human medical service-"
- when asmo unlocks the device, his frantic speech is cut off by the loud techno of a song. he freezes. what's going on? why is this song playing? and why can't he turn it off? THERE'S AN EMERGENCY WHAT'S GOING ON-
- "MC i-i can't turn off the-"
- "we're no strangers to loooove, you know the rules, and so do iii~" two voices sing from a small distance behind asmo.
- asmo's head darts to the opening of the alleyway expecting to see the owners of the voices. they sounded oddly familiar. he watches the shadows grow on the cobblestone, but before he can see anyone appear, he feels a weak hand on his cheek.
- he turns back to MC, the tears in his eyes making it very hard to see them. their voice fills his ears, but he doesn't really know how to feel about it.
- "never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, n-never gonna run around and...desert you..." they sing, their eyes slowly closing.
- their hand drops from his face, the cold feeling of their skin leaving his cheek. he sobs; he can't believe they're gone. in utter disbelief and immense grief, he hears the two voices from earlier grow closer. he turns his head towards them and his eyes widen at who it is.
- "never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye, never gonna-- woah woah asmo what happened?" solomon asks, looking down at MC.
- "they're dead! and this stupid song hasn't stopped playing!" asmo wails, gesturing to the discarded D.D.D
- "oh my goodness, stay here asmo! we'll grab human medical services!" simeon exclaims before he and solomon run out of the alleyway.
- the song finally stops playing for some reason, leaving asmo to grieve in silence. his sobs fill the air as he pulls MC's lifeless body closer. he can't believe they're gone...at least the song stopped, though
- or so he thought. another song plays instead, the techno once again filling the air.
- "i just died in your arms tonight~"
- asmo starts wailing even louder
- meanwhile, from beyond MC struggles to hold in their laughter. they didn't necessarily mean for that song to play, but the irony was too rich.
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beel
- no. no, not again. oh god, not again!
- those are the only thoughts running through beel's head when he finds them. his vision narrows and all he can see is MC and the blood pooling around them. please, not them! not another, he thinks.
- his hands immediately start applying pressure to the biggest gash on their body as he frantically asks them what happened. a conflict in his mind of wanting to hear their voice, but not wanting them to speak and instead save their breath. the questioned slipped out his mouth before he could finish processing it.
- "i-it was ligma, beel." they reply weakly.
- ligma? were they a new student at R.A.D? he's surely never heard of them. beel shakes his head, those thoughts don't matter right now.
- "d-don't speak anymore! save your breath MC!" beel frantically exclaims, seeing the blood continuing to spill through the cracks in his fingers.
- "it was ligma." they repeat, coughing up blood.
- "ligma?" he asks, assuming the name is important.
- "yeah, l-ligma...ligma balls." MC practically whispers, their last breath stolen with the wind.
- "MC? MC! no, please no!" beel cries.
- their last words struggle to process in his brain. ligma balls...whoever they are, they won't go unpunished.
- for the first time that beel can recall, he's not hungry; not in the slightest. the grief swimming in his stomach has consumed every square inch. ligma balls, you won't get away with this.
- from beyond, MC watches with a smile of amusement. they know beel would be a bit too dense for the joke, so they look forward to seeing what events will take place due to the mysterious ligma balls
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belphie
- he must be dreaming. yes, that must be it. another nightmare, but this time about MC and not lilith. yes, it's all a nightmare.
- but if it's a nightmare, how come he can clearly feel the silkiness of their hair, and the blood coating his hands when he tries applying pressure to the large gash on their chest. no nightmare could feel this real, out of every one he's ever had, it's never been so surreal.
- the disbelief makes his mind spiral, blaming himself again for yet another death. if he would've went with them tonight then he could've protected them, and he wouldn't have to sit here with this annoying lump in his throat.
- only one thought in his mind remains a constant; vengeance.
- "w-who did this to you?" he asks shakily.
- "belphie it was-" they pause, coughing up blood, "it was joe."
- a name. belphie can feel his hands shaking, but he can't tell if it's from his anger or his panic.
- "WHO'S JOE? I'LL KILL THEM-" belphie grits his teeth, but they cut him off.
- "joe mama..." MC says, breathless.
- the rise and fall of their chest stops, water droplets mixing with the blood splattered on their face.
- belphie's shoulders shake, his sobs mixing with a silent laugh. what kind of person makes a joe mama joke while they're dying? MC, apparently. he can't tell if he's more impressed that they pulled off the joke or pissed that he fell for it.
- damn MC, what a chad. you'll be dearly missed.
- they watch from beyond with a smirk, they finally fuckin got him. if the circumstances were different, MC would be rubbing it in his face.
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obeythebutler · 21 hours ago
I (Intimacy) With Lucifer please?
Prompt: I for Intimacy.
Pairing: Yandere!Lucifer x Reader (Obey Me).
TW: Imprisonment, Unhealthy Relationships, Slight Codependence, Emotional Abuse.
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It was in your best interest to be asleep, by the time Lucifer came to bed.
It wasn't like you couldn't be. For as often as he lectured his brother, he must've been the worst out of all of them, prone to pushing himself just a little too far, to staying up just a little too late and working himself for just a little too hard, to dragging himself back to his room in the small hours of the morning, strung-out and barely able to hold himself up, only to close his eyes for a handful of minutes before getting up, again. He liked to be with you, when he came back, to pull you into his lap and use a portion of his precious, precious spare time to kiss your forehead and mutter sweet, idle threats into your hair whenever you tried to pull away, but if you were already asleep, already as vulnerable as he wanted you to be, he was willing settle for tucking you against his chest, for holding you until he finally gave into his exhaustion, as well.
And, on the nights you couldn't sleep, when you lost track of the time or just couldn't seem to forget that you were in a strange place being held captive by a strange creature with strange desires, you were good at pretending to, at keeping your eyes shut and your breathing shallow and your body still as the door creaked open and you felt the mattress dip, his weight settling just behind you. You were good at ignoring the arm draped over your waist, the chest slotted against your back, the chapped lips on the corner of your jaw. You were good at--
"I know you're awake, love."
You were usually good at it. He was early, tonight. This didn't count.
You didn't respond, but you curled farther into yourself, and Lucifer laughed, the sound deep, heavy with exhaustion. "As stubborn as always, I see." You could feel his fingertips on your hip, tracing aimless patterns in your skin. "And when I get to spend so little time with you, as is. Playing dead is a little unfair, isn't it?"
"Maybe you'd get to spend more time with me if you let me out of this room."
It came out more hostile than you meant it to, more venomous, but there was only another chuckle, in response, a light kiss to the nape of your neck. He was still dressed, for the most part, only his coat and shoes discarded. You doubted he'd bother taking off anything else, tonight. Not when comfort had always been so secondary, to him. "We've talked about this. If I left you to your own devices, you'd go back to wasting your time on Mammon's schemes or locking yourself away with Satan and his rotting collection. I still wouldn't get to see you, but it'd be..." A hand, splayed across your stomach. He was so much bigger than you. All of them were, with Lucifer, it was so much more noticeable. He always found a way to make you feel so much smaller. "It'd be different. I wouldn't be special to you."
He was touching your face, now, cupping your chin. Tilting your head to the side, forcing you to meet his eyes. "I am special to you, aren't I?"
You couldn't look away from him, not completely, so you settled for focusing on the collar of his shirt, wrinkled and unbuttoned. A rare sight, considering his usual composure. "I mean, I can't say that I'd ever been kidnapped, before I met you."
His expression faltered. Not by much, the suggestion of a smile wavering for a fraction of a second, but it was enough for you to notice, and for Lucifer to let you go, to pull back, to hide himself away in the dip of your shoulder, his lips ghosting over your skin, his teeth, too, pointed and prominent enough to keep you stiff, on-edge, despite how little interest he seemed to have in doing anything more than taunting you. "I am," He mumbled, answering his own question. His arm fell to your midriff, drawing you closer to him. Encouraging you to return the intimacy, if only by not fighting to escape from it. "I will be, with time. I'll be the most important person in your life."
One more kiss, soft and lingering, pressed into the delicate space just above your jugular.
"It's not like you have anyone else, anymore."
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obeythebutler · 22 hours ago
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This is a transparent version of sock tannie ✨ someone mentioned it and i realized i should have been more considerate about the background color 😔
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Again please feel free to use this as your pfp/icon, credits is much appreciated but not necessary! ☺️
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obeythebutler · a day ago
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Lucifer’s House of Lamentation Rules
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synopsis: A list of rules Lucifer enforced upon the House of Lamentation to ensure the safety of the human exchange student (and to make his family function little better <3).
pairing: N/A
genre: fluff ig?
note: i’m here to give you your monthly post, see you all next month /j
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1. No demon (or human) should be caught roaming the halls after 10:45pm on a school night. At 10:30pm, any remaining demons (or humans) still in the common areas of the building should retire to their own room for the night.
2. All chores should be completed to absolute perfection, any demon caught slacking on their assigned job will be punished severely.
3. Before going to bed, all windows in the House of Lamentation must be locked in safety of the human exchange student.
4. When leaving the House of Lamentation by yourself, ensure the front door is locked — each resident should have their own set of house keys.
5. Breakfast should be prepared by 7:30am every morning, failure to do so (without proper reason) will result in punishment.
6. If at any time during the night Beelzebub is caught walking towards the kitchen area, sedate him with a snack and escort him back to his bedroom. Groceries are expensive.
7. Any humans or weak willed demons should not touch Lucifer’s record collection, if you find yourself cursed it is nobodies problem but your own.
8. Do not bring (human) life-threatening items home. They will be confiscated at once.
9. Do not bring outside demons home, especially not ones that are not well acquainted with Lucifer.
10. Any demon found sleeping on the floor of a hallway or room should will be dragged back to their room. Do not fall asleep in inconvenient places.
11. Furries animals that are not Cerberus are banned from the House of Lamentation, any demon found with such an animal will have it confiscated.
12. Any demon aware of Lord Diavolo’s visitations should inform every other resident of the House of Lamentation so that they can prepare.
13. Any demon leaving the House of Lamentation should inform Lucifer, to make safety adamant.
14. When visiting, Solomon is not allowed in the kitchen. Do not allow Solomon in the kitchen.
15. No demon or human should venture into the House of Lamentation’s underground tombs alone.
16. Do not bother Lucifer after 9pm. If you have a problem, that is your own issue.
17. If you order something from Akuzon, collect your package when it arrives. Otherwise, don’t complain when somebody else stakes claim to it.
18. Cerberus is to be properly groomed once per week, no humans are allowed near Cerberus alone.
19. Lock all valuables away safely, demons with grubby hands who are caught with missing items will be strung from the ceiling.
20. No human or demon should assist others when they have been strung from the ceiling. Demons must carry out their punishment until it is finished.
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obeythebutler · a day ago
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Imagine sheep Mc gets sheered for the first time and turns out they're buff as fuck under all that wool.
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Like this but worse
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obeythebutler · a day ago
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The devil wears many faces.
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obeythebutler · a day ago
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Thanks for the tag!
Anyone who wants to join is welcome!
i took this quiz ajhdjaa
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obeythebutler · a day ago
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You showed me the dark, showed me the light
I knew it all along
Something grows with me
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obeythebutler · a day ago
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obeythebutler · 2 days ago
Lucifer + working himself sick? Like he has a lot more stuff to do than normal and has been feeling progressively worse in the meantime yet he doesn't tell anyone and no one notices until he passes out somewhere
Yes, yes, yes! An amazing prompt, Anon! 
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TW: Mild Blood Mention
The dinner party all take stares at the empty chair. They all hardly speak about it, but it’s clear they’re all thinking the same thing. Lucifer’s gone again.
And, of course, it’s fair to note that there are plenty of times that they’re not all together at the table. Seven- well, eight with your presence- busy lives often means one or two empty spots at the table. It’s not a rare occurrence. But it was the context. The knowledge that this was the third dinner in a row where the eldest was a no-show. Tonight had been his night to cook…but everyone figured he’d be gone, and so surprisingly enough, Satan worked to cover making food for everyone.
It bothered you, and to a degree, you noticed it bothered the brothers, but they all had the same thing to say. “This happens every once and a while. Just ignore it. He’ll be back.” Then like they said, he was back, a few days later. Every spot at dinner was full, and everything seemed fine. The demon of Pride had worked very well to hide how hard he had run his body ragged.
“It’s been made aware to me that I missed my kitchen duty this week. So, then let me do the dishes tonight,” he announced as soon as plates were clean and spirits were full. No one was opposed to that idea. It was encouraged, really, and demonic eyes glinted with mild glee at seeing the eldest just a bit humbled.
But all those emotions turned to panic when, after Lucifer had taken all the dishes, there was a loud echo of shattered glass coming from the kitchen. Everyone ran, only to find Lucifer’s body on the ground, surrounded by broken plates, some shards dotted in blood. You wanted to run, to scream in panic, but Beel quickly picked you up and pulled you back to keep you from being trampled by his brothers who had the same desire as you did. 
That’s why you were all here, each of you, sitting in his room, watching Lucifer’s chest rise and fall painfully. 
“We should’ve checked on him...” Asmo whispered. 
“Do you think that would’ve changed anything?” Satan scowled. “He would’ve told you he was fine anyway...stubborn bas-” 
“Hey.” Beel made sure to interrupt Satan before he finished. Satan lowered his head. 
Levi decided to try to break the tension, looking up between his phone game he was trying to distract himself with. “H-how’s the cut look?” 
Mammon, pacing beside Lucifer’s bed, leaned over his brother to check. “Healin’...” 
“I’m surprised he hasn’t woken up yet...” Belphie yawned. “He’s usually such a light sleeper.” 
“We should let him sleep...” Someone spoke up. A chorus of emotionless agreements answered. Slowly, each of the sins stood, working towards the exit, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to move. 
Your name was called. “Are you coming?” Belphie asked, the last one out the door. 
Thinking it over, you eventually shook your head. “I...I’m going to stay. Just in case.” 
The demon of sloth looked at you...then at his brother, and then nodded. “I think that’s a good idea. Tell us if you need anything.” The door was shut. 
A few minutes later, you stood up, coming near the side of the mattress. You’d hardly ever seen Lucifer like this...Lips slightly parted to push out wheezing breaths. Cheeks painted red with fever. His brows were slightly raised, as if he was shocked at his own state of being. And of course, the bandage covering his jawline from when he cut himself on broken glass... 
“Why...” You frowned, almost feeling the back of your throat burn, like you were about to cry. “Why wouldn’t you tell us you were feeling so sick? We could’ve helped you...I could’ve helped you...” You took a deep breath, trying to chase away the tears that threatened to form. “You’re stupid,” you scolded. “For always looking out for us so much, but not doing anything for yourself.” You were so busy ranting, you missed the detail of his mouth closing, his face relaxing. “I can’t believe you had to pass out to even get yourself to rest...You’re an idiot...An absolute moron...” 
“...not exactly...an encouraging...message...to wake up to...” 
You blinked, looking down to see that Lucifer had slowly cracked an eye open. “You’re awake...” 
“Hard not to...when...I’m being yelled at...” It sounded like he was finding it hard to speak, every set of words spoken slowly, quietly. He closed his eyes all the way again. He could hardly move, apparently. 
“You would’ve scolded me just the same if I were in your shoes...” But you were so glad to see some sort of progression with him. You touched his forehead, causing him to hum a bit. 
“Fair...” 
Now you almost felt guilty...but you stuck to what you said. “Next time...will you please tell me what you’re really feeling? So...I don’t have to worry about seeing you like that ever again...” 
“I...blacked out?” He asked, his brows furling. “Right...” 
“You had us so worried...” 
He smirked a little at that. “Us?” 
You scoffed a bit. “Of course all of us. Don’t take this time to be cheeky. You were totally unresponsive, and bleeding. Had all of us scared half to death. All because your ego wouldn’t let you take a break!” 
He went a bit silent, and for a moment you had to wonder if he went back to sleep. Then he just muttered, “I’m sorry.” 
“You should be...” You looked down at your feet, and then bravely cupped Lucifer’s face with both hands, touching your forehead to his. “I don’t want to lose you...So if you won’t take care of yourself...I will. So promise me...promise me you wont overwork yourself this hard again...please...” 
He struggled, but gathered enough energy to open his eyes, staring softly at you. “I...promise...” 
Smiling, you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Thank you...now go back to sleep...I’ll be here when you wake up...” 
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obeythebutler · 2 days ago
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this is what drawing them feels like tbh-__-
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obeythebutler · 2 days ago
Obsessed with your fem beel<3 what a lovely take :3,, wanna hug her arm & braid her hair..100% willing to drive her to that store, wait in queue for my queen even !
thank you!!:0 im glad you like her hehe same same id do anything for her:'I
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