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Warmth from the Butler

AO3

Ship: Barbatos/Leviathan (Can be read as either romantic or platonic)

Word Count: 2008

Warnings: None

A/N: I had a lot of fun participating in the OMSecret Santa event! (I have to keep checking myself to make sure I spell Santa right XD) To my Secret Santa (@queendeeshorrorimagines ), I really hope you enjoy it! I'm both super excited and super nervous to post!

Thank you so much to the mods for putting together and organizing a lovely event! You can find their event page under @OMSecretSanta in Twitter, Tumblr, and Instagram!

Happy Holidays everyone <3

"Repeat yourself, please."

Levi knew this was a bad idea from the start. A horrible idea. One of the worst ideas he's had in his entire life. He had no idea what in all of the three realms possessed him to follow through, but here he was. Was it too late to sink even deeper into the Devildom? Probably. But oh how he wished the ground beneath his feet would just open up and swallow him whole right now.

"I uh, was wondering if, you know-" Why wouldn't the words just leave his mouth already? "If you maybe, by chance, if you weren't busy, but I mean it's okay if you are because really in the long run it's not all that important and I'm sure you have better things to do and stuff-"

"Leviathan."

He couldn't meet Barbatos' eyes. His voice sounded so stern. He was going to say no wasn't he? Leviathan couldn't blame him. Who would ever think about saying yes? He felt stupid. So incredibly stupid. Maybe he could just hole up in his room and stay there for the next millennia or so.

At least Barbatos wouldn't laugh at him. That was the one solace he had. The only one he had the more he thought about it.

"Would you wanna go to a convention with me?"

"A… convention?"

"Like I said you don't have to go, you probably have cooler-"

"What kind of convention?"

Levi couldn't believe his own ears. Has Barbatos really asked him about the convention? No. No way he did. He must have misheard him. There was no way someone so cool would be willing to hang out with him at something so nerdy.

"It's just an anime convention. They have some panels and merchandise and stuff. I don't know if you'd be interested in this kind of thing."

The silence that followed was not comforting in the slightest to Levi. He would have rathered Barbatos rejected him outright. He could feel the ice of quiet penetrating deep into his bones, stretching down into his very core. What did Barbatos even have to think over? Obviously he was going to say no. There was no point in getting his hopes up. Why would anyone say yes? Especially when he was asking them to go to a convention with a disgusting, embarrassing, otaku like himself.

"Alright. I'll ask my young master if I can go."

What?

Levi must not have done a fantastic job at hiding his shocked expression. A gloved hand came up to his lips in an attempt to hide his smile. "I wouldn't mind. Lord Diavolo talks about the interesting things you introduce him to all of the time," he chuckled, "So I believe it is my duty as his butler to spend some time with you as well and learn firsthand about your interests."

Levi felt his face heat up. Was Barbatos messing with him? He had to be. Right?

"When would you like me to meet you?"

"Uh… Maybe nine? I can wait for you outside and we can go together."

"Very well. Nine sharp in front of Lamentation is when and where I'll meet you. I can't wait to attend your convention with you."

For some odd reason, the anxiety is Levi's stomach started to fester even more.

***

"Leviathan's conventions, what are they like?" Barbatos asked, setting his tea down. He would have asked Leviathan himself, but the third born looked rather shaken the last time they spoke. Barbatos couldn't help but notice how nervous he'd looked when asking him to accompany him. The least he could do was make sure Levi had a good time. The only question was how? And who better to ask than the fourth born?

Satan was into similar things from Barbatos' viewpoint. His library seemed to rival Leviathan' own collection and he couldn't help but notice the tiny overlap of authors in which they had a shared interest. Surely Satan would have an idea of how he was to act at such an event. Right?

Satan put down his own teacup while letting out a thoughtful little hum. Barbatos couldn't help but notice every little movement. He was good at noticing the little things. Perhaps it came with his job: if he were to miss the little things, someone would end up dead.

Satan tapped his fingers in a steady rhythm. It came to the point where Barbatos could count the beats per measure. His arm was steady but not stiff, but he also wasn't relaxed. Not really. When was the last time he saw Satan relax? He couldn't recall. But perhaps it was fitting, he came into the world in a blind, fiery rage. Why should he dull and stop burning throughout the rest of his life?

"Well, a lot of people dress up," Satan started, "He took me one year. There were tons of impressive costumes, artists. He took me to a few panels too. It's also where he bought me a keychain."

"Was it the one with the four small kittens perchance?"

"Precisely."

"It's quite cute."

"I'm happy you think so."

Leviathan hadn't mentioned anything about costumes. Why hadn't he said anything? Perhaps he forgot? He had seemed incredibly nervous. Maybe Barbatos had done something to intimidate him. Or maybe it was just a part of Leviathan.

Well, all this meant was that Barbatos' was now making it his personal duty to make this particular convention extra enjoyable for Leviathan. Perhaps he could even pick up a souvenir for his young lord. He was sure Diavolo would enjoy him bringing something back for him. It would also be worth it to see that bright smile on his face.

"Satan, could you explain these costumes to me a little more?"

***

Five minutes.

Barbatos had five minutes.

Had his room always been so cold?

So empty?

Lonely?

It didn't matter that Leviathan knew that the butler was always punctual. It didn't matter that he knew Barbatos would show up exactly on time. No. None of that mattered. Because Barbatos had abandoned him.

His room was cold.

No, not abandoned. Levi had been stupid enough to believe he'd actually come. Why would anyone as cool and collected as Barbatos ever want to hang out with him?

No.

There were always so many people, with so many groups of friends. Levi would be lying if he said he wasn't envious of them. He wanted what they had, the laughter, the shared jokes, the contact, it all seemed like so much fun.

He was cold.

But Levi would never have that.

So very cold.

And now he would be all by himself, once again, at another convention. He'd be a lonely stupid otaku, in his stupid cosplay that wasn't nearly as good as anyone else's, and they'd all be pointing and laughing at him for being a weirdo for years to come.

Cold.

...

One minute.

Why did he even bother going? He should just stay holed up in his room and not come out for another hundred years. He was a humiliation, an embarrassment. Someone that no one, especially not Barbatos, would ever want to be seen with in a hundred million ye-

There was a knock at his door.

Levi hesitated. Should he open it? Who could it possibly be?

"Leviathan?"

Barbatos?

"Are you in there, Leviathan?"

Slowly, Leviathan found himself opening the door, still unsure about what exactly was happening. Was Barbatos coming to tell him in person that he didn't want to go? He was almost certain this was the case until he saw how Barbatos was dressed.

"That's Henry's armor! From the special edition of Volume 3 of TSL! With the special deleted scenes that only sold in limited copies!"

How did he do this?

Well, maybe it shouldn't be such a shock, he was the demon prince's butler after all. Impossible seemed like a foreign concept to Barbatos. But still-!

This…. This was beyond amazing to Levi.

It was absolutely breathtaking.

Awe inspiring.

Some… other third word to mean awestruck.

Barbatos chuckled. He looked a bit flustered, choosing to look down and inspect his arm in that moment. "Yes, well, I heard dressing up is rather fun at events like this. I also heard that you would most likely be going as The Lord of Shadows, so I wanted to surprise you and match you."

Leviathan was sure his mouth was hanging open before the grin morphed onto his face. He could hardly contain his excitement. Barbatos was going with him, him! And he even took the time to put an outfit together. There wasn't even a single flaw! Barbatos had nailed it! He'd never seen a more perfect Henry! Was he bouncing? Barbatos' eyes were following him like he was bouncing. Should he stop? Barbatos was smiling, so perhaps it didn't matter. His smile was warm. Not quite like the summer, but more like the spring. Warmth with a gentle breeze. That seemed right.

He just couldn't contain himself! Containment was impossible in a moment like this!

"I like your costume as well. It looks wonderful."

Oh Leviathan swore he was going to combust.

"Well technically it's cosplay but I can forgive you for the slip up. It took a while to make I wanted to get the stitching just right because it's one ofmyalltimefavoritecostumesfromtheTSLseriesI'mreallyhappyyoulikeittooand-!"

"Breathe Leviathan, you're turning blue," Barbatos chuckled, putting a hand on his shoulder. Leviathan felt warmth shoot from the point of contact all throughout his body. It wasn’t that Barbatos was warm per say, it was more like Levi was-

Excited?

Grateful?

In disbelief?

He couldn’t place the word he was looking for. All he knew was that it was a good feeling. An incredibly good feeling.

His room didn't feel as cold as it had moments before.

He took a deep breath and smiled at Barbatos, “I’m just, really happy you wanted to come along.”

It was warmer now.

When Barbatos returned his smile it amplified the unknown feeling within Leviathan ten-fold, “But of course. It seemed like a marvelous opportunity, and the more research I did, the more fun it sounded!”

Fun? Barbatos thought his conventions sounded fun?

If this was a dream Leviathan never wanted to wake up.

If this was a curse, the spell could remain forever unbroken.

Whatever this reality was, he wanted to stay.

"Shall we get going then? I would hate to have you be late for all of the festivities."

"Yeah, we shall."

"I feel like I should also mention that I packed snacks and water."

Barbatos made snacks? For him? Well, more accurately they were for the both of them. But he made snacks? For him?

"You're really prepared huh?"

"Well but of course, I wanted to make sure I did my research well!" Barbatos hummed, "And that you had a marvelous time."

Levi hoped that Barbatos would have a marvelous time as well. Then maybe they could go together again in the future, and Levi could find other places they could go to. They could coordinate their costumes, map out cool places to take pictures, and make inside jokes that only they would know.

Finally.

Finally Levi would have something he'd always wanted: a friend to go to conventions with.

Someone to laugh with.

Someone to stay by his side when they walked in the halls.

Someone to make memories with.

It was all too exhilarating!

Leviathan would never have to spend another convention alone, wouldn't have to be envious of all of the groups of people laughing and talking together, wouldn't have to feel so insecure about his own isolation.

As they walked together, side by side, Leviathan had a slight bounce in his step.

He couldn't help but notice how close they were, how Barbatos didn't even attempt to shy away from his step. He kept the same close distance with each stride, matching Levi perfectly.

Barbatos really was something else wasn't he?

Something special that was for sure.

For once, Leviathan let the warmth take over.

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Obey Me Secret Santa 2021

My contribution is a domestic fluff fic of @knifenice's MC Orion and Solomon.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35874277

I hope you enjoy it, Cloud!!

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Obey Me Secret Santa 2021!

First of all, i want to say that i'm very happy to participate in this event. Is my first time doing something like this, writing something not just for me, but for someone in specific, and in another language - although some people say that i'm almost fluent, i'm still quite insecure about the quality of what i'm delivering here. So, thank you, @omsecretsanta, for being so patient with me.

Now, @rowan-catsandcoffee, this is for you, i tried my best to write something that was in line with what you wanted - you can tell me, if i did something you don't liked, this gift is for you. Also, i wrote your MC with the she/her pronoums, 'cause write with neutral problems still is hard for me. I promise i'll get better in this.

Word count: 1,4k (in each version)

Warnings: MC is sick and overwhelmed, mentions of food and quick weight loss, MC has problems expressing herself, possible grammar and concordance errors.

Avisos: MC está doente e mentalmente exausta, menções de comida e rápida perda de peso, MC tem problemas para se expressar, possíveis erros de gramática e concordância (principalmente em inglês)

Holly has always been a hardworking person, always putting a lot of effort into whatever she does - no matter if it's a big deal or not - doing her best to make everything perfect. That would be perfect, if the girl didn't forget about her own physical and mental health at these times.

This fact made her closest friends apprehensive since the young woman started her internship, as it was already difficult for Holly to take care of herself just by taking the college course. She always studied for inordinate hours before realizing that she needed to eat at least one meal a day, which was up to Beel to remind her of that, taking snacks whenever he knew he was going to meet her. Now, at this stage, Holly could barely accept moments of rest where she read with Satan or just contemplated his mere existence while lying with Mammon. The girl started to demand more and more from herself. Everything had to be impeccable. Your grades and studies couldn't be affected by her work right now.

Over the months, the young woman no longer appeared to be in her best condition, starting to appear physically haggard, with deep dark circles under her eyes and a slightly emaciated body. Also, she was no longer willing to spend time with the trio of siblings as often as before, keeping at most one conversation in one phone call while Holly worked. Still, all of this was what she let on, as it was a mess. She was corroding herself in the midst of so much effort, but still feeling like she shouldn't worry anyone.

The trigger for this lack of self-care came when the girl found herself ill, barely able to stand on her feet due to such exhaustion. Her body could no longer stand incessant hours of study and work without decent food or rest for so many months. So, unable to do the simplest thing right then, Holly found herself at a crossroads. She needed help right now. She wanted help. She had to have someone by her side.

Having nothing else to do and almost desperate, the girl texted her friends, saying only that she was sick and that she needed help. Both three brothers responded within minutes, stating that they would arrive at her dorm quickly.

Mammon was the first to come to her friend's aid and, as expected, he was breathless and almost hysterically nervous as soon as he saw her lying in bed with a look that shocked him. He had never seen her sick. Holly didn't get sick.

"You're lucky I was free the moment you called, Holly!" It took him a few dozen seconds to regain his composure, warning that his brothers will take some time to arrive. During this period, waiting for the two brothers, the silver-haired boy tried to make his friend as comfortable as possible, avoiding as much as possible making her more dizzy than she already was. “I warned you not to try so hard… You knew it could end up like this…”

It took just over an hour for Satan and Beelzebub to reach the girl's dorm, Beel bringing with him a small munch of grilled chicken and mushrooms. “You mustn't have eaten anything all day…” Said the redhead. It was true, Holly used to totally lose her appetite when she was sick, and this time it was no different. "So I brought you some light food."

The trio of siblings spent the next 40 minutes debating who should take care of their sick friend, as everyone wanted to help her get better, but they were busy for much of the day during that unspecified time that Holly will remain in a state of physical and mental health. not so suitable. The girl, for her part, had remained extremely silent, leaning back against the wonderful pile of pillows that only Mammon knows how to make - he says that one of his younger brothers always asks him to make this backrest, making it so soft that it looks like a cloud. Finally, at this time of debate, it was concluded that the brothers would take turns taking care of the girl.

Holly had always kept too much to herself, and at that moment, it all felt too much for her to hold any longer. Everything felt too dense for the little one to handle. So that's precisely why Mammon is there for her.

Even with a dubious reputation, this precious young man has shown himself to be extremely careful about the people he loves and this is no different with Holly. The white-haired man was a great listener and even adviser, her older brother had remarked to the young woman once, and had been the girl's confidant for as long as she could remember.

While Mammon took care of Holly, her main focus was on her friend's mind. Physical health is capable of improving in moments, compared to mental health, and Beel was already taking care of the first one. Furthermore, Mammon knew that the girl was mentally exhausted, and although she couldn't make her magically extract this terrible miasma from the young girl, she could spur it on by slowly encouraging her to let all this ill-being out of her mind.

This process began in a rather rickety fashion, full of hesitations and stutters coming from both Holly and Mammon - not only did the girl have difficulty expressing herself properly, it was twice as difficult for her friend to be overtly concerned about her. Over time, the young woman gradually began to put her thoughts, feelings and fears into words.

"Did you see? You seem lighter to me.” he said happily.

This really helped the young woman. In addition to actually feeling calmer, she was able to understand herself better, organizing her deepest thoughts. Holly didn't need to say a word, just smiled in thanks, which made her friend feel awkward, showing his defensive attitude, common in situations like this.

"D-Don't look at me like that..." The silver haired boy covered his mouth, looking away. "I'm just helping you out because I don't want to occupy myself with you being sick any longer, you know."

The blonde manages to be a happy medium in relation to the care of the other two brothers, only a little more rigid, albeit minimally. In addition, he helps Holly organize her life in relation to matters she could not see in her course and leisure in the situation where she finds herself, making her open up decently to the latter. "So as not to freak out," is what he says.

Satan is a curious boy, always learning a little bit of everything, being no different about some subjects in Holly's course. So, always studying and reviewing the content given with her friend, explaining some topics to her if necessary, while both enjoyed the succulent slices of watermelon brought by Beel a few hours ago.

The study sessions were never as rigid and dense as Holly had been, there were always breaks where the pair chatted about books or series they'd seen. They also kept those moments where they read books together - both in their own world, but still enjoying each other's presence - and watched series and documentaries about criminal cases - creating wild theories about the killer and his motivations.

Holly's mood shift was almost palpable, which was gratifying, she seemed more relaxed and relaxed about her studies. Of course, Satan was extremely pleased with the results.

"Did you see? It doesn't hurt to have a little time to yourself, little one.”

It is common knowledge that this guy, although he can eat like there is no tomorrow, knows how to take care of his physique, always maintaining a balanced diet and training routines. And seeing Holly so sick, in such a rickety state where the girl can't stand upright, makes the redhead's heart break. She deserved to be fine, healthy as she always seemed to be.

Whenever Beel went to look after his friend, he would bring the girl fresh fruit and snacks. Even if she couldn't eat a meal, she should eat at least one banana so she wouldn't have an empty stomach. Also known for her to whet her appetite, no matter how much time passed, setting times - along with alarms - so the girl wouldn't forget to eat when the tall guy wasn't with her.

Beel was quite happy to see his friend gradually improve, encouraging her to stick to her habits and taking short walks around one of the college plazas as soon as Holly's body could walk for an adequate amount of time.

“It's great to see you better, Hol. I want to see that glow of yours again, so please keep it up. ”

Holly sempre foi uma pessoa esforçada, sempre colocando muito esforço em qualquer coisa que faz - não importa se for algo de grande relevância ou não -, dando o seu melhor para tudo ser perfeito. Isso seria perfeito, se a garota não se esquecesse de sua própria saúde física e mental nesses momentos.

Esse fato deixou os seus amigos mais próximos apreensivos desde que a jovem iniciou seu estágio, pois já era difícil Holly cuidar de si mesma apenas fazendo o curso da faculdade. Ela sempre estudava por excessivas horas antes de perceber que precisava fazer ao menos uma refeição ao dia, o que cabia a Beel lembrá-la disso, levando lanches sempre que sabia que iria encontrar-se com ela. Agora, com esse estágio, Holly mal aceitava momentos de descanso onde lia com Satan ou apenas contemplava sua mera existência enquanto se deitava com Mammon. A garota passou a cobrar mais e mais de si. Tudo tinha que ser impecável. Suas notas e estudos não poderiam ser afetados pelo seu trabalho agora.

Com o decorrer dos meses, a jovem já não aparentava estar no seu melhor estado, passando a parecer fisicamente abatida, com olheiras profundas e um corpo ligeiramente emagrecido. Além disso, ela não aceitava mais passar um tempo com o trio de irmãos com a mesma frequência de antes, mantendo, no máximo, uma conversa em uma ligação enquanto Holly trabalhava. Ainda assim, tudo isso era o que ela deixava transparecer, pois estava uma bagunça. Ela estava corroendo-se em meio a tanto esforço, mas ainda sentindo que não deveria preocupar ninguém.

O estopim dessa falta de autocuidado se deu quando a garota encontrou-se doente, mal conseguindo se manter em pé por tamanha exaustão. Seu corpo já não aguentava mais horas incessantes de estudos e trabalho sem uma alimentação ou descansos decentes por tantos meses. Então, sem conseguir fazer a coisa mais simples naquele momento, Holly acabou encontrando-se em uma encruzilhada. Ela precisava de ajuda naquele momento. Ela queria ajuda. Ela tinha que ter alguém ao seu lado.

Não tendo mais o que fazer e quase desesperada, a garota mandou mensagens aos amigos, dizendo apenas que estava doente e que precisava de ajuda. Ambos os três irmãos responderam-na em poucos minutos, afirmando que chegariam em seu dormitório rapidamente.

Mammon foi o primeiro a chegar ao socorro de sua amiga e, como esperado, mostrou-se ofegante e quase histericamente nervoso assim que a viu deitada na cama com uma aparência que o chocou. Ele nunca havia a visto doente. Holly não ficava doente.

“Você tem sorte de eu estar livre no momento em que chamou, Holly!” Ele demorou algumas dezenas de segundos para recuperar a compostura, avisando que seus irmãos demorarão algum tempo até chegarem. Nesse período esperando os dois irmãos, o rapaz de cabelos prateados tentava deixar a amiga o mais confortável possível, evitando ao máximo deixá-la mais tonta do que já estava. “Eu te avisei para não se esforçar tanto… Você sabia que poderia acabar assim…”

Levou pouco mais de uma hora para Satan e Beelzebub chegarem ao dormitório da garota, Beel trazendo consigo uma pequena quentinha de frango grelhado com cogumelos. “Você não deve ter comido nada o dia inteiro…” Disse o ruivo. Era verdade, Holly costumava perder totalmente o apetite quando doente e dessa vez não foi diferente. “Então, te trouxe uma comida leve.”

O trio de irmãos passou os próximos 40 minutos debatendo sobre quem deveria cuidar da amiga doente, pois todos queriam ajudá-la a melhorar, mas tinham ocupações durante boa parte do dia durante esse tempo indeterminado que Holly permanecerá com a saúde física e mental num estado não tão adequado. A garota, por sua vez, permanecera extremamente silenciosa, recostada no maravilhoso monte de travesseiros que apenas Mammon sabe fazer - ele diz que um de seus irmãos mais novos sempre o pede para fazer esse encosto, deixando-o tão macio a ponto de parecer uma nuvem. Enfim, nesse tempo de debate, concluiu-se que os irmãos iriam revezar seus cuidados à garota.

Holly sempre guardou coisas demais para si mesma e, naquele momento, tudo parecia demais para ela segurar por mais tempo. Tudo parecia denso demais para a pequena aguentar. Portanto, era justamente por isso que Mammon está ali por ela.

Mesmo com uma reputação duvidosa, esse precioso rapaz mostrou-se extremamente cuidadoso em relação às pessoas que ele ama e isso não é diferente com Holly. O homem de cabelos esbranquiçados era um ótimo ouvinte e até conselheiro, seu irmão mais velho comentou à jovem uma vez, e era o confidente da menina desde que ela se lembrava.

Enquanto Mammon cuidava de Holly, seu maior foco era a mente da amiga. A saúde física é capaz de melhorar em instantes, se compararmos com a mental, e Beel já estava cuidando da primeira. Além disso, Mammon sabia que garota se via mentalmente exausta e, embora não pudesse fazê-la magicamente extrair esse terrível miasma da jovem, podia estimulá-la, incentivando-a lentamente a pôr para fora todo esse mal estar em sua mente.

Esse processo se iniciou de uma forma bastante raquítica, cheia de hesitações e gaguejos vindos tantos de Holly quanto de Mammon - além da garota ter dificuldade em se expressar adequadamente, era duas vezes mais difícil para seu amigo se mostrar abertamente preocupado com ela. Com o tempo, a jovem passou a pouco a pouco pôr seus pensamentos, sentimentos e medos em palavras.

“Viu só? Você me parece mais leve.” Disse ele alegremente.

Isso realmente ajudou a jovem. Além dela se sentir realmente mais tranquila, pôde entender-se melhor, organizando seus pensamentos mais profundos. Holly não precisou proferir nenhuma palavra, apenas sorriu em agradecimento, o que fez seu amigo ficar sem jeito, mostrando sua atitude defensiva, comum em situações como essa.

“N-Não me olhe assim…” O rapaz de cabelos prateados cobriu a boca, desviando o olhar. “Eu só estou te ajudando por não querer me ocupar com você estando doente por mais tempo, você sabe.”

O loiro consegue ser um meio termo em relação aos cuidados dos outros dois irmãos, apenas um pouco mais rígido, embora minimamente. Além disso, ele ajuda Holly a organizar a sua vida em relação aos assuntos que não pôde ver em seu curso e lazer na situação onde se encontra, fazendo-a se abrir decentemente ao último. "Para não enlouquecer”, é o que ele diz.

Satan é um rapaz curioso, sempre aprendendo de tudo um pouco, não sendo diferente sobre alguns assuntos do curso de Holly. Assim, sempre estudando e revisando o conteúdo dado com sua amiga, explicando alguns tópicos a ela, se necessário, enquanto ambos desfrutavam das suculentas fatias da melancia traga por Beel há algumas horas atrás.

As sessões de estudo nunca foram tão rígidas e densas como Holly fazia, sempre havendo intervalos onde a dupla conversava sobre livros ou séries que viram. Eles também mantiveram aqueles momentos onde liam livros juntos - ambos em seu próprio mundo, mas ainda desfrutando da presença um do outro -, e viam séries e documentários sobre casos criminais - criando teorias mirabolantes sobre o assassino e suas motivações.

A mudança de humor de Holly era quase palpável, o que era gratificante, ela parecia mais tranquila e relaxada em relação aos seus estudos. Claro, Satan estava extremamente satisfeito com os resultados.

“Viu só? Não dói ter um pouco de tempo para si mesma, pequena.”

É de conhecimento comum que esse rapaz, embora possa comer como se não houvesse amanhã, sabe cuidar de seu físico, sempre mantendo uma dieta balanceada e rotinas de treino. E ver Holly tão doente, num estado tão raquítico onde a garota não consegue se manter em pé, faz o coração do ruivo se quebrar. Ela merecia estar bem, sadia como sempre parecia estar.

Sempre que Beel ia cuidar de sua amiga, ele levava frutas e refeições leves bem frescas para a garota. Mesmo que ela não conseguisse comer uma refeição, ela deveria comer ao menos uma banana para não ficar de estômago vazio. Também ajudou-a a abrir seu apetite, não importando quanto tempo demorasse, estabelecendo horários - junto de alarmes - para que a garota não se esquecesse de comer nos momentos em que o rapaz alto não estivesse com ela.

Beel ficou bastante feliz em ver a melhora gradual de sua amiga, incentivando-a a manter os hábitos criados e fazendo breves caminhadas por uma das praças da faculdade assim que o corpo de Holly aguentasse andar por um período de tempo adequado.

“É muito bom te ver melhorando, Hol. Quero ver aquele seu brilho de novo, então, por favor, continue assim.”

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#ObeyMeSecretSanta2021

This is for the ObeyMeSecretSanta2021, for @CVR1221 on Twitter.

It was a great experience, and I loved being a part of this Secret Santa!

Marilynn-Claire is so cute!! ><

See ya’!

*disappear back into the void*

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Snow and Cookies

Beelzebub/Reader

Summary: You and Beelzebub come back home to relax after a nice day of snowboarding.

A/N: This is a Secret Santa gift for @tutankhaten913 from the @omsecretsanta gift exchange. I hope you like it.

No pronouns are used to refer to the MC, but they are called Jordan a couple of times.

Word Count: 4,296

AO3 Link: [Here]

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“Are you alright, Jordan? You look a little cold,” Beelzebub said as he hopped off of his snowboard. He towered over your shivering frame.

Not wanting to worry the demon too much, you tried to reassure him, “No, I’m alright…” But your chattering teeth made the words difficult to parse. You rubbed your gloved hands together in a desperate attempt to generate heat, but that didn’t do too much to help the situation.

Still, you didn’t want to leave. Beelzebub had been quite excited to show you a new trick he had learned on the snowboard, and you were having fun watching him do backflips, spins, and other maneuvers at Devildom’s snow park. You especially liked the way how flustered he got whenever he noticed you looking at him. Even from a distance, you could see the way his face flushed red at the times you cheered him on. Coincidentally, Beelzebub’s wipeouts only occurred during those moments.

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omsecretsanta · 2 years

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I’m glad I got to participate in this years obey me secret Santa with @omsecertsanta

Enjoyed being Vonne’s secret Santa 🧑🏻‍🎄 and hope to do it again next year

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omsecretsanta · 2 years

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@silvermalkin was our giftee for the obey me secret santa this year!!!! we had SO much fun drawing your character with satan, we hope you like it and have a good end to the year!!! :’3c!!

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omsecretsanta · 2 years

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Obey Me Secret Santa 2021

Written for @lonelywrites

For the event for @omsecretsanta

WC: 1346

Happy Holidays! I hope you enjoy the little story below. (Please click the "Keep Reading")

You were supposed to be paying attention in class, but your mind kept wandering to the notes of the song you were practicing the night before or trying to. Something about them hadn’t sounded right, and you kept trying to play it out in your mind, completely missing what the teacher was saying until Simeon nudged your side, breaking your trance.

“Isolde,” he nodded towards the front, and you glanced up in time to see the homework assignment being wiped off the board. Your heart raced momentarily in concern when you heard Simeon quietly chuckling next to you, slipping his notebook closer, giving you a chance to try to jot down the assignment after deciphering his handwriting.

The bell rang and the demons slipped past you, hurrying along their way to their next classes. “Thank you.” You push Simeon’s notebook back to him.

“My pleasure, but what were you thinking about?” He carefully reached out and pushed your hair out of your face, “if you were thinking any harder I fear the class would’ve heard it.”

“Just a little project I’m working on.” You glanced away.

“Anything I can help with?”

“Only if you know a way to get some privacy away from everyone.” The reason you hadn’t been able to practice the night before was because suddenly Lucifer was yelling at Mammon right outside your bedroom, you weren’t sure how long he had been there, but it had made you anxious to strike another note the rest of the night.

“Well, depends, are you working on an art project?”

“Music.” You admitted quietly.

“Then I know the perfect place.” Simeon beamed excitedly, and you had to quickly hush him as a few demons glanced at you two.

“Where?” You kept your voice quiet, just in case.

“I ask that you let me listen once you’re done.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“I look forward to it, if you choose to share. There’s a music room on the other end of RAD that no one is around once classes are over for the day. I think they placed it over there so if the band has practice it isn’t disturbing the offices.”

“That sounds perfect, I’ll check it out. Thank you.”

Simeon smiled tenderly, “of course, Isolde.”

After your last class you rushed home and hurriedly grabbed your guitar and snuck out of the House of Lamentation before anyone could see you.

You hurried back to RAD, and slipped into a study hall, and listened as the last of the students went past. After a little while you made your way to the music room, checking the hallways as you went. The last thing you wanted was to be caught, embarrassing enough they had almost heard you the other day in your room. Maybe when you felt braver you could ask Lucifer about soundproofing your room.

Finding and hearing no one you slipped into the music room and placed your guitar case on one of the front chairs. You took it out and tested it, making sure it was still tuned. You glanced at your music sheet, in theory you’d have a few hours before the brothers realized you weren’t home.

You started playing, your voice barely above a whisper, your mind insisting that there was still someone around, someone who could overhear you. Asking yourself to calm down you placed your guitar aside and slipped out of the music room. Ready to prove your anxiety wrong.

You were looking down the one hallway, checking for people. “What are you doing out here?” You jumped but relaxed realizing you recognize the voice.

“What are you doing out here?” You returned the question, looking Mammon over you don’t see any stolen items or any extra paperwork Lucifer could’ve stuck him with.

“No reason.” He crossed his arms, “the Great Mammon can go wherever he likes!”

You gently teased, “really?”

“Of course! No one can say otherwise.” He looked so proud of himself.

“Not even Lucifer?”

Mammon quickly turned, looking over his shoulder, and relaxed, not seeing his older brother there. He smiled at you, “of course not! But what are you doing here this late? You know you could be in big trouble if any other demon found you. You should be grateful.”

“Of course,” you said, “as long as I have you I’m safe, right?”

“R-right.” He nodded eagerly.

“But Mammon…” you tried to find the best way to give yourself an excuse to go get your guitar. Giving up on the practice session you had in mind.

“H-hey.” Mammon continued, “I didn’t mean to scare you last night, but - uh… whatever you were listening to sounded pretty nice.”

You watched the blush darken his cheeks.

“Not that I'm complimenting you! Just whatever you were listening to. But I could give you some better music recommendations if you like. You know my taste in everything is amazing.”

You glanced down at your hands, “I wasn’t listening to anything.”

“Huh? Then where was that music coming from?”

You weighed your options, trying to decide if you were going to do this. You took a deep breath and tugged on Mammon’s sleeve. “Come with me.”

“What? Why?” He fought you for a moment.

“Please.” You managed to whisper, afraid to meet his eyes or risk losing your courage. You pulled him into the empty music room where your guitar was exactly where you left it.

“Isolde,” Mammon spoke softly, carefully taking your hand off his sleeve. “You don’t have to-” he was struggling to find his own words, looking over at your instrument.

“I would like to.” You admitted, and went to your guitar, and when you turned to face him he was sitting nearby, watching you curiously.

The first chord you hit was wrong, and for a moment you considered dropping the guitar and running out, but with a smile from Mammon you began again. The words flowed from you, and your music filled the room, and surrounded the both of you. You grew louder and your voice became fuller as you felt yourself relax into your sound.

The notes died out, and the room felt too still, and you glanced at Mammon, half expecting him to start teasing you relentlessly.

“That was amazing!” He burst out of his seat, and you barely had time to put down your guitar before his arms were around you. He picked you up and swung you around. “That was fantastic!” He was positively glowing when he set you down. “Next time we can talk to Asmo about your outfit and maybe get Beel to help build a set and then we can shoot your music video for ‘deviltube’ and we’ll make a fortune!”

“Mammon!” You squeaked, feeling the panic over being watched, even if electronically, press down on you. “No!”

“No?” He froze, turned to you, looking confused, “why not?”

“I didn’t.. I..” You turned to your guitar and started packing it up, struggling to express yourself. You kept your back to him and whispered, “I just wanted to share this with you.”

There was a heartbeat of silence before you heard Mammon come up behind you. “You wanted to share this… with me?”

You nod.

“Isolde,” you hear your name whispered, and then a soft press to the top of your head from behind, “thank you.” You turn to Mammon and he’s blushing again, refusing to look at you, his hand covering his mouth. “I… I liked your music, you can share more with me, if you want.” His eyes darted to you and quickly away. “Not that you have to, but I call first dibs on any music you might want to share with others!” He crossed his arms.

“I do have another song I could play you if that’s alright. But it’s a work in progress.”

“Sure, I guess.” But he was grinning as he sat back down, waiting for you to take out your guitar again.

This time you started out stronger, sharing your song you’d been working on, about hopes for love in the near future.

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omsecretsanta · 2 years

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Happy New Year's

My obey me! secret santa gift for @ruewrites I hope you enjoy!

Asmodeus x Solomon

Warnings!: none

It was a few hours before the annual New Years Eve party that Diavlo planned in honor of the exchange program when Asmo was getting ready. The soft scent of roses and lilacs lingered in the air of Asmodeous’ room from multiple candles burning while he hummed carefully to the tunes of a song from the top 100 pop music playlist echoing from his bubblegum pink bluetooth speakers.

Asmodeus sits in front of his vanity,carefully taking out the rollers off his hair as his champagne blonde hair flowed down in soft cascades of curls- framing the avatar of lust's face perfectly. He gently sprayed a bit of hair spray over his hair before he moved on to finishing up his skincare routine. His freshly manicured turquoise and pink nails were carefully grabbing his face lotion. Opening up the bottle, he scooped up a dime sized amount of the floral scented lotion- rubbing circular motions over his baby-faced skin.

Just as the next song played from his playlist, Asmo looked at the outfit he placed on his bed. The outfit was a magenta button up shirt with his usual pinkish white vegan leather jacket and a pair of black jeans. Changing into the outfit, Asmo took a good look in the mirror. Asmo was looking especially alluring in this outfit- he always got to be the most attractive being anywhere he attends, it’s been that way since the celestial realm.

Although it was a known fact that Asmo was one of the most attractive demons in Devildom, he couldn’t help but to feel slightly nervous about going to the party. It wasn’t the party in general, it was the fact that a certain white- haired sorcerer that he's grown fond of will be attending the said party.

Throughout the many years of being in a pact with Soloman, Asmo developed a certain fondness towards him that wasn’t like his usual trysts and hookups, it was something deeper than the lust that he knows too well.

When Asmodeus was finally finished getting ready, it was time for him and his brothers to go. The familiar dark sky filled his vision as he saw the sparkles of the fluorescent and neon lights from the distant buildings.

The trip to Diablo's castle felt like eternity to the avatar of lust even though in reality, the trip was rather short. Asmo tries to hide his nerves behind his familiar facade of beauty and lust as he makes conversation with his brothers.

Lucifer was warning Mamon about being on his best behavior while Leviathan was in trance with a video game on his phone. Next to Asmo was Satan reading some old book while Beel was chatting back with him while Belphie snored softly.

The sky became a deeper shade when the brothers eventually arrived at Diavolo's castle. The multi-colored fairy lights twinkled around the entrance of the castle, perfectly illuminating the night as Asmo walked through the doors.

Upbeat music echoed throughout the castle, becoming louder as the demon brothers got closer towards the ballroom. Strobe lights danced around the room as Barbatos was finishing up the snack table.

Diablo welcomed them eagerly before engaging in a conversation with Lucifer, leaving himself and his other brothers to their own devices. Walking towards the bar area, Asmo ordered a glass of Demonus.

Opening his Devilgram app, Asmo took a couple photos of the party and of himself. As he posted the photos on his Devilgram story, Solomon sat down on the seat beside Asmo- ordering himself a drink. Asmo felt as if his heart was beating like a drum, his stomach churned with butterflies as Asmo finished his Demonus.

“Hello Asmo. How have you been tonight?” Solomon asked, taking a drink of his beverage.

Before sliding his phone into his pocket, Asmo took a look at the time. ‘11:50pm.’ He turned his attention towards the snowy haired sorcerer. “Soloman, I’ve been doing alright, the party’s a bit of a bore. And you?” The two of them laughed at Asmo’s comment.

"I just arrived. I wasn't originally planning on going to the party until you and Solomon convinced me to take a night off working on my sorcery." Solomon was wearing his usual clothes; a black button up shirt and matching pants with his cape.

“So ten more minutes until a new year..” Asmo started as the ambient of the music surrounding the ballroom mixed with the soft buzzed feeling of the Demonus taking effect on his body. “You look cute tonight, not as cute as me but still cute.” Asmo quickly attempted to save himself on the last part.

Solomon noticed Asmo’s sudden save, chuckling softly. “Asmo, you know that we’ve known each other for many years. I’m one of the only people who truly knows the real you.”

The silence after Solomon’s remark lasted a few minutes as the music got louder. A timer was projected onto the wall nearby the DJ stand, showing the time counting down from three minutes. Asmo’s mind was running a hundred miles a second, going back and forth between confessing his feelings towards his long time friend or not.

"You know, I always enjoyed your company throughout the years.." Asmodeus admits as he taps his manicured nails onto the table of the bar.

"I feel the same way." Solomon smiled at Asmo. The party was in full swing as they sat next to each other. "Wanna walk towards the window to get the best view for fireworks?" He asked Asmo, getting up from the barstool.

Asmo quickly followed Solomon towards the window as the music lowered, the DJ announced that there were fifteen seconds left. By the time the two of them got comfortable, it was ten seconds left.

Ten!

The music drowned by all of the voices of the party goers counting down with the time. Mammon was at the front of the dancefloor, near the DJ booth.

Nine!

'This is my shot to finally confess my feelings.' Asmo thought, looking at Solomon staring into the night Devildom sky through the elongated window.

Eight!

Lucifer and Diavlo cheered drunkenly in the crowd while Barbatos was looking after the young prince and the avatar of pride.

Seven!

Belphie sleeps soundly on one of the lounge chairs as Beel munches away on snacks at the snack table. The multi-colored horns and noisemakers were quickly being passed around as Solomon glanced at Asmo quickly.

Six!

Simeon carefully carries a sleeping Luke as he passes Solomon and Asmo, saying a quick hello before heading towards the exit.

Five!

Satan was filming drunk Lucifer on his DDD to use as blackmail, a Cheshire smirk imprinted onto his face.

Four!

Leviathan sits in an mostly empty corner of the ballroom, watching Satan film Lucifer as he took a break from playing a video game on his handheld console; laughing at the behavior of his older brother.

Three!

The crowd around them chanted louder as Soloman took a look at the rings on his fingers briefly.

Two!

Two more seconds before the new year in Devildom. The crowd was becoming more rowdy as the timer counted down, some drunk while others were beaming with excitement.

One!

The crowd around the both of them cheered as Asmo leaned forward, kissing the white haired sorcerer's lips as fireworks went off. The horns and noisemakers filled the room around them.

"Happy New Year's." Asmo spoke when he pulled away from the kiss. "Happy New Year's." Solomon responded before pulling Asmo into another kiss.

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