comforting you about your body insecurities pt. 1
beelzebub, mammon, lucifer
:) ! first post back!! (rest of the brothers coming later)
Lucifer is a very attentive demon, despite being busy with his nose shoved in a stack of papers around the clock
He really does find you wonderful, both just to relax with and to admire.
And he’s known that you piqued his interest ever since you appeared before him in the stuco room. And this is LUCIFER. He normally doesn’t give any human a second glance. Unless ur some powerful and dangerously talented sorcerer with white hair 🤧but that aside
Tonight, he gets a break from Diavolo’s workload because there is yet another ball being held at the castle.
He sprays a faint but expensive cologne on his skin, quietly hoping that you would like and comment on it so he could respond with some flirty line. That would be nice, he thinks.
Then, he’s taking long strides leading out of his bedroom, and heading over to yours beside the kitchen, where he hears his siblings bickering over the best fruit.
He knocks on the door first, waiting for a response that never comes. He only hears your favorite song from within.
He calls your name, only becoming more confused the longer the silence grows
When he pushes open the door, he’s nearly relieved to see you standing in front of the body mirror, fixing the the collar of your outfit. You turn to look at him offer a smile. “Hey, Luci. You’re punctual, as usual.”
He hums under his breath in response. A silent “i know”. He pads over to you, placing a hand on your hip affectionately. “You look good enough to eat, handsome. Asmodeus may have his moments but he certainly knows how to dress anyone with anything.”
You look at your own eyes in the reflection, not able to respond entirely. Lucifer means well, you’re sure of it. He doesn’t know that the past hour of preparation for the ball was spent scowling at the parts of you that you could never quite enjoy entirely.
Lucifer looks questioningly at your expression from the mirror. “y/n? Is something the matter?”
At that, you snap back to reality and look back at him. “Huh? Oh... Right— Sorry, I just,” you trail off, at a loss for words. Was this the right time to mention your thoughts, before a ball? “It’s nothing, just lost in my thoughts, I suppose.”
Lucifer’s eyebrows knit in the way that they tend to do when he worries. “Mind sharing? I’d love to sit and listen.” His hands slide around your waist until he’s hugging you, and you catch a whiff of his cologne which makes you melt. Once again you wonder if this relationship was something you deserved.
“Don’t give me that, lovely. I said I’d like to listen, no?” As you turn your head away, he takes the opportunity to rest his head on the crook of your neck.
You sigh, smiling hopelessly. You hate to admit it, but his response makes you feel jittery on the inside. “It’s silly really, I just wasn’t feeling myself just now. The clothes are amazing! But...” You know exactly what you’ll say next, but the words feel venomous in your mouth. “I’m wondering if Asmodeus understands how wasteful it is to put them on me, you know?”
Lucifer is at a loss, and his heart aches at your words. “Oh dear... Well that’s no good. I can’t have my gorgeous lover worrying himself over something that’s so far from the truth.”
You are already aware that Lucifer will always support you no matter what, and the thought is both heart warming and bothersome. “Yeah, yeah, Lucifer... I’ve heard it all alr-“
“Then what do you not understand?” Lucifer cuts you off promptly and confidently. “Do you really believe that I’d sugarcoat this? Anything?”
You swallow thickly. “N-... No. You wouldn’t...”
“Good. That’s a good response.” He places a sweet kiss on your cheek, ruby eyes flitting up to your own gaze in the mirror. “I’m almost afraid of other demons trying to steal you away in such a dashing outfit, to be honest. Enjoy yourself, but if any of my brothers try anything, I swear...”
You laugh a little, running a free hand through his hair and noting how he almost sinks into your touch. Almost like a cat. “Thank you, Lucifer. For everything.”
Lucifer kisses your hand softly. “You are perfection, darling.”
You look forward to slow dancing alongside the eldest brother now, losing yourself in the music. Lucifer was right, there was really nothing to worry yourself over.
Mammon, unfortunately, had to cancel date night plans for the weekend for a modeling gig.
You were disappointed, but not mad at him. He told you in advance, offered to make up for it, and usually tries his best to uphold his promises.
He offers to bring you with him, guilty at the thought of your alone in your room.
You don’t know whether to accept it or not. Would you fit in on a set full of gorgeous, picture-perfect demons?
Mammon has his hand on the back of his neck, nervous that you’re too angry at him to want to say yes.
To his delight, you smile and agree to go with him. Maybe, this way, he can avoid others flirting with him when they know that his boyfriend would be in the room.
At first, it makes you feel a little bit happier seeing Mammon light up with joy after seeing him pout like a puppy moments ago.
The day has come that you step onto the modeling floor. The photographers and staff know you well due to Mammon’s insistent bragging about you and your relationship. Clutching your D.D.D. anxiously, you make your way over to Mammon, who is already posing for a camera under bright studio lights.
You keep to the shadows as you watch him intently. Mammon is well known for his idiocy, but he is one handsome devil.
The evil snickering of two demons sound behind you, to which you ignore. You were too nervous to actually move, anyways.
Whatever... It doesn’t concern me... Right?
The giggles don’t stop, and you can’t help but listen in on their whispers. It sounds as if they purposely spoke louder than normal just to bother you.
“Look at how his eyes are shining... Obsessed with Mammon, much?” Oh boy. It really seems like they’re talking about...
“Let’s talk about those clothes, though... Are you kidding me... Does the human world really have that low of standards— or is this the bottom of the barrel.” At that, the two burst into a fit of cackles.
Luckily, a photographer hisses at them, irritated with the noise breaking his concentration. They quiet down, but continue to berate you in ways you had never even considered.
You’re sweating bullets now, itching to use your hand to wipe the oncoming tears of embarrassment. You blink them away, and don’t notice that your boyfriend is now finished with his shoot.
You tense upon seeing him speaking to the camera tech. Your heart nearly jumps out of your throat. The last thing you needed was him seeing you cry right now. He’d be worried sick.
Not even bothering to excuse yourself, you slip into the bathroom and can only focus on the laughter of the other demons behind you. The sound causes you to shake slightly as you shut the door behind you.
There is more than one stall, so you briefly worry that someone would come in and find you bawling your eyes out in the middle of a semi-professional setting. You sigh heavily and turn the sink on to wash your face.
The more you stood in front of the sink rubbing your face, the more vividly you remember the rude comments made about you. Could they have been true?
With a troubled look, you sneak a glance at yourself in the mirror.
You didn’t think that your clothes were particularly “bad”... They said so much, and it’s all coming back like a vicious and cruel tsunami.
No matter what you do, you can’t seem to stop crying.
“Oh y/n!!~ Where are ya’ at?” Mammon crashes through the door, hands on his hip with a toothy and closed-eye grin.
Thinking quickly, you reach over to grab a hand towel and press your face into it. “H-Hey, Mammon, you looked good out there...”
Mammon must have picked up on your wavering tone, because he pauses.
You’re frozen on the spot when he places a hand on your shoulder, although you can’t see him through the towel.
“Uhh... What’s up with you? Don’t tell me that you’re...” It’s too late to react when he pushes the towel aside to find your teary eyes.
“Wh-What?!” His heart drops immediately. “What’s wrong babe?! Are you like... I dunno hurt or something?!”
You exhale shakily, still trying to calm yourself. “Those models out there are just... A little too honest about me, I s-suppose... But it’s really fine. I just... I don’t know... I guess I just needed a minute to... Freak out a little?”
“Honest? What the hell do you—“ A sudden feeling of recognition pulled at his features. Truth be told, he knew those demons personally, having worked with them before. Then the guilt of knowing exactly what happened began to eat away at him. “Oh...”
You shifted, wishing that he would drop the subject. This was getting much too embarrassing to bear, and the way his eyes drooped with sadness made your stomach churn. “Mammon. I-I’m serious, I’m okay—“
Mammon’s arms surround you like a sturdy, calming veil.
“I know you’re not, y/n!” Mammon had no desire to listen to you pretend to act unbothered. “I don’t know what they’ve told you, but I can guarantee that I have been given comments just as bad as those- and I’m The Mammon.”
You grip onto his shirt, avoiding making eye contact with him. “But... That’s the thing Mammon. I’m not nearly as confident or perfect as you.”
Mammon holds you tighter, voice softening drastically. “Don’t you think that’s exactly what I think of you when you comfort me on my bad days?”
A pool of warmth starts to seep from the depths of your chest. And your furrowed brows start to relax. “Really..? You mean it?”
“y/n, you are precious to me, and all of my crazy ass brothers. And there is no way in hell that I’ll allow some scum of the world get in the way of realizing how flawless you are.”
Beel wants nothing more than to spend every second of the day with you. And Belphie.
But unfortunately, most of his time is spent in the gym, if not the kitchen.
So he asks you if you would like to start working out with him at the gym, or even if you were just interested in hanging around and nothing more. He just wanted your presence.
The idea itself made your heart swell. But after a bit of thinking, you weren’t so sure. You’ve never been to a gym in Devildom before, but you were sure it wasn’t very different from human gyms.
It would be filled with confident and toned bodies that would put you down without even trying.
And as much as you wanted to be there with Beel, you weren’t ready for the prospect of the nasty looks you’d receive sitting beside the sixth-born who is a perfectly sculpted athlete.
After all, he seemed a bit too good for you, as it seemed in your head.
Beel wonders why you turned him down. Had he done something to upset you?
He’d have to get down to the bottom of it, lest he regret ignoring your behavior.
To do this, he takes a day off from the gym, thinking that the answer to this situation would be to spend time together. Smiling to himself, he clutches a bag of sweets to his chest.
y/n has got to love this, he thinks excitedly.
Knocking once, he can barely keep himself from barging in and tearing into his baked goodies. “y/n, I’m here. Wanna share these cookies with me? There’s also pound cake and cupcakes... The mini ones with enchanted apples on them.”
His smile falls a little when there’s a long note of silence. “y/n?” He questions.
“Oh! Uh... Sorry, Beel... Maybe another day. I’m studying for that final right now.” Beel knows you sound sincere, but something about this response seems off.
His heart sinks a little, feeling a little embarrassed after being rejected. He hadn’t expected this.
“Ah... Are you sure?”
There’s a silence from the other side of the door, and the sixth born starts to genuinely worry.
Truth be told, you had been weeping alone looking through images of famous demon athletes that advertised the same gym that Beel attended regularly. It was a dangerous thing to do, but how could you look away?
You take a glance at yourself in the mirror. your eyes were barely puffy. A bit red too. But overall, nothing seemed very different. Maybe— Just maybe, he wouldn’t even notice.
“Hello? You in there?”
You stiffen at the sound of his voice.
“Coming!” Hopping to your feet, you rush to the door and open it.
“Oh man, I was starting to get antsy smelling this bag... Let’s hurry and dig in.” His eyes are trained on the food in his hands, and his mouth is watering.
“Oh, Beel... You have some drool again!” You lightly scold him and wipe the corner of his mouth with a napkin from the table right beside the door.
At that, he finally gets a good look at you.
“Oh, thank y—... ou...” He trails off instantaneously. “Your eyes...”
You sigh and bow your head sheepishly. “Agh... I should’ve known you’d catch me. It’s not anything serious, I just was... I was watching a sad movie is all.”
His eyebrows knit together. “So were you studying or watching a movie?”
He caught me.
He pushes forward, closing the door behind him and taking your hands in his. He leaves the bag abandoned on the floor.
“y/n... What’s been up with you lately? You’re seriously not yourself.”
Your face flushes, and you sigh. Your throat suddenly feels tight. “Uh... That’s...”
He’s noticed this entire time. I’m an idiot.
“Listen, Beel...” You squeeze his hand. “I’ll tell you because I know that if I don’t, you’ll be worried sick.”
He nods hurriedly, heart rate increasing.
“I guess I just...” The words struggle to make their way out. “I don’t understand how-how someone like you; handsome, kind, and strong could end up with...” You pause, starting to tear up. “With someone like me.”
Beel takes a moment to process your situation.
And when he does, his head starts to spin, and his heart feels heavy like a boulder.
“y/n... What are you even thinking?” Is all he manages to whisper. He pulls you into a tight, comforting hug and sniffles.
“You mean literally more to me than anything or anyone else.” He says firmly. “I don’t know what part of you you’re so hung up on, I couldn’t even imagine there being any reason to be.”
“You don’t have to—“
“I do.” He cuts you off firmly. If he didn’t, you may try to deny his definite truth. “y/n, I know i’m all about food and training... I’m sorry I don’t know how to make you realize how wonderful you are.
But I’d like to learn that with you. Is that okay?”
Your tears finally fall, soaking through his tank top.
“Of course... I’d love that.”
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Mammon and Nightmares
This is the second part in the series, I’m going in order from oldest to youngest, you can find Lucifer’s here
Scenario: MC (you) wakes up from a very bad nightmare and seeks out comfort from the boys. You end sleeping next to them since you can’t sleep. This is inspired by me, since my dreams. . . . . . . they are funky to say the least.
Inspired by a conversation I had with @Tulip-hall
Warnings: reader is gender neutral so this can be as inclusive as possible :) swearing in the bonus section
Your dream slowly faded away as you opened your eyes. Gazing up at the ceiling, you sigh. Night terrors were difficult to deal with. After needlessly rolling in bed trying to go back to bed you sit up. Your D.D. tells you that it’s 2 am, you really didn’t want to stay up. You knew Lucifer was going to require that you go to classes. Your mind was still foggy, your thoughts wouldn’t stop drifting to your dreams. You cover your eyes and tilt your head up, trying to think. Sitting in the dark did nothing to soothe your fears. It felt childish to sit awake, afraid of a dream. Running through your options you finally give in to the first idea that had come to mind. Mammon. Though he could seem outwardly rude and selfish he was one of the kinder demons in the House of Lamentation.
You stumbled in the dark and fumbled with the doorknob until you managed to peek your head into the hall. Your cold feet on the tile caused a shiver to run up your spine. The sudden chill startles you to hurry down the hall. The tapping of your bare feet echoed through the hall, it didn’t matter to you in the moment. The empty hall was not soothing your mind in the slightest, so making a noisy disturbance was the least of your worries.
Standing at Mammon’s door you pause, this was going to sound so stupid once you actually explained it to him. It was Mammon though, how bad would he really be? Your knocks thundered in the dark hall, you hoped that Mammon would hurry to the door, waking up Lucifer at this hour would most definitely end with you punished. You were met with silence. Placing your head on the door you heard the whistling snores inside. So Mammon was a heavy sleeper, this would require a more direct approach.
Avoiding all the furniture in Mammon’s room you stood over his sleeping form and considered turning around and staying awake for a few more hours. The memories of your horrific dream were too much to bear, ever since coming to the devildom you had lost all the people you would have confided with, now you were stuck. Hiding how you felt was too much to handle in the moment. Turns out hiding your emotions in a foreign place will overflow eventually. You felt your eyes grow hotter, tears gathering on your lash line. You shook Mammon’s shoulder and whispered his name.
Tears were beginning to roll down your cheeks, gently falling on Mammon’s sheets. Mammon grumbled and turned away, you squeezed his shoulder, this caused him to groan even louder.
“What, am I late to breakfast again, I’ll be down in a minute,” Mammon grumbled, his voice muffled by his pillow.
“Mammon, I need to talk to you, please,” you leaned down and whispered to him “I-I’m scared.”
Mammon rolled over, “MC? What are you doing here, what happened to you, are you hurt?” Eyes wide once he saw your expression, Mammon sat up with a start.
“I was scared, and I didn’t know who else to talk to Mammon, so I came here,” you sputtered out, feeling embarrassed, Mammon looked so worried, and here you were shivering from a nightmare.
“Well, Mammon’s here to protect ya’!” Mammon grinned sleepily, a yawn stretching his face as he slowly stretched his arms.
“I had a really bad nightmare, and I can’t sleep, I’m sorry for waking you up for something so little like this. I was hoping you would let me talk to you for a little bit,” You shifted your weight a few times, unsure what to do next.
Mammon sat still for a moment, at first he thought you might have been making a joke, but your eyes pooling with tears were not lying to him. He felt a twinge of pain seeing you so frightened. He hesitantly reached for you, his fingers grazed your arm, you subconsciously leaned into his touch. He noticed and grew bright red as he came up with an idea. He withdrew his hand and struggled to find the words.
“MC, if you can’t sleep, you can stay here with me, I have to protect my human after all,” he stated, trying to puff up his chest and act cool. His attempt was failing. Darkness was failing to hide the blush that crawled up his face to his ears.
You felt heat rise to your face, but you had noticed how you had calmed as soon as Mammon had awoken and began to speak to you. You gave a small nod and shifted closer. Mammon scooted over in his bed and held the sheets open for you. You sat on the edge and sank in. Kicking your feet up and on the bed you turned on your side and faced Mammon. He had scooted further away, hoping you wouldn’t see his face or hear his heart pounding.
Mammon was elated but he stopped himself short, he shouldn’t be excited, your face was still creased with concern. It was his job right now to comfort you, at least that’s what he told himself. He made eye contact and nudged himself closer.
“MC, do you wanna talk about it?” He whispered, his breath just reaching you to send a shiver over your face.
You shook your head, it was too overwhelming to talk about right now, seeing the concerned sheen in Mammon’s eyes caused you to tear up again. You reached out and clung to his arm. He shifted closer but stopped, allowing you to make the final shift so that you were resting against his chest.
“MC, I’m not the best at talking, or comforting, or really anything, but I promise that right here and right now, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll hold you for as long as you want, you are safe right now, promise,” Mammon spoke with a low voice.
Mammon gradually wrapped his arms loosely around you, one hand curled under you and cradled your head while the other rested atop your midriff. Mammon felt his own throat tighten, he forced himself to hold it in, he wanted to make sure you were okay, he pulled back slightly. He rubbed his thumb across your cheek, wiping away your tears that were slowly stopping. He looked into your eyes and smiled softly. He pulled you back in, resting his chin overtop your head. He hummed a little as you curled in against him.
Unintentionally Mammon fell asleep, his soft snores and rising and falling of his body calmed the tizzy your mind had been. Before sleep captured you fully you looked up at Mammon’s face, he looked so serene, you saved the image in your mind while you still held consciousness. You knew that Mammon would always hold you, for as long as you needed.
Levi was already convinced that Mammon was a scumbag, he stole his money, he gambled, he was greedy, he obviously liked MC, and now this. He was upset that his record for being the latest to breakfast had been broken. (Though frequently Belphie also beats him) But being beaten by not one but TWO people. It was unacceptable, so he went to pester Mammon, he didn’t want to bother MC. He couldn’t bring himself to knock on the door to MC’s room. Instead he barged into Mammon’s room, not caring if his older brother would be aggravated. What he found was worse than his late record being broken. At first, he stood there, frozen in place. He made a strangled noise with his throat, it grew louder until he managed to wail out, “LUCIFER!!” (snitch)
Lucifer, who was seated at the table, huffed in frustration and took his time strolling down the hall, prepared to beat the shit out of Mammon again. Much like Levi when he saw you and Mammon clinging to one another was not what he was expecting to see. Of course you had woken up, Levi had screamed awfully loud. Mammon. . . was still asleep. You were blushing furiously, you tried squeeze yourself out of Mammon’s grip to escape the embarrassing scene but Mammon was not giving up. His hands were clamped onto your arms. You avoid looking at the brothers as one by one they make their way to Mammon’s room. They all came in hoping to catch a glimpse of Mammon being humorously scolded only to see you and Mammon holding one another. Mammon slowly opened his eyes as more and more people made their way into the room, the volume increasing. He yawned and looked at you. He almost had a heart attack. He had completely forgotten about the previous night. He yelped a little, his face turning fuchsia. His brothers began to scold him and your tired mind twinged from all the unwanted noise. You stood and entwined your fingers with Mammon’s.
“We are going to breakfast, excuse me,” you pushed your way past all six of them with Mammon tagging along behind you looking at his feet to hide his flushed face.
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