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messysketchyobeyme · 2 years

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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.

Pulling off one of his gloves, Beelzebub placed a hand onto your cheek. You were expecting him to be cold, too, especially after being in the snow the entire day, but he was incredibly warm. Leaning into the warmth, you melted into his touch. He took a moment to rub his thumb against your cheek before pulling away (much too early, in your opinion).

Beelzebub put his glove back on. “Yep, I was right: you’re freezing.” He said as he began to unbutton his winter jacket.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you my jacket.” At this point, Beelzebub had slipped off the sleeves, revealing the beige, wool sweater he was wearing underneath. He draped it over your shoulders and knelt down to begin buttoning the jacket up. The attire was far too large on you: the sleeves dragged down and the bulkiness hid your entire upper body.

You held up your hands to stop him, “But what about you?” What Beelzebub was doing was incredibly sweet, but could you let him sacrifice his jacket for you?

He stopped what he was doing for a moment to look at you. “I’ll be fine,” Now it was his turn to reassure you, “I’m pretty used to the cold, after all.”

You had to admit that his jacket was incredibly cozy, providing a nice reprieve from the freezing tundra that was the Devildom at the moment. A distinct, earthy scent wafted from it, and you immediately classified it as Beelzebub’s scent. You gave in to your urges and put your hands back down.

“Alright, alright,” you acquiesced, “But if I see even one shiver out of you, then I’m making you put this back on. Deal?”

Beelzebub nodded in return, “Deal,” He chuckled slightly before returning to button up the jacket. It was difficult to ignore how close he was to you. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he struggled to clasp one particularly unruly button, and they immediately relaxed once he did so.

When he finished with the very last button near your neck, you leaned forward to peck a small kiss on his forehead. He stood up, stumbling backward slightly. Beelzebub's cheeks were dusted with a light pink, as he averted his gaze.

He smiled, "I wasn't expecting that," Beelzebub said, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment, "but it made me happy."

"I'm glad," you laughed, and held out your hand, "Now, shall we get going?"

Beelzebub nodded and took your outstretched hand. His fingers intertwined within your own, almost as though they were meant to be there from the very start. You squeezed your hand and, in response, Beelzebub squeezed back gently. He dragged his thumb over your knuckles for a brief moment before the both of you started the trek back to the House of Lamentation.

The snow underneath you crunched with each step, and you could hear the distant shouts of other snowboarders as you two walked further and further away. The little sliver of moonlight that managed to shine through the clouds was reflected across the pale white snow, creating a little bit of glare. Although you had a few grievances with the fact that it was constantly dark in the Devildom when you first arrived, even you had to admit that this scene was quite pretty.

The cold air nipped at your ears, and you instinctively pulled the hood over your head. After a few moments, snow flurries started to flutter down. It wasn't enough to be fully considered "snowing," but a sense of joy radiated in your chest, nonetheless.

You caught a snowflake in the palm of your hand, where it immediately melted upon contact. As you attempted to catch another one, you said, "I love the snow." When you didn’t hear an immediate response, you looked over at Beelzebub to see him trying to catch as many snowflakes as he could on his tongue.

Chuckling slightly, you also attempted to catch a snowflake on your tongue, but he responded to your previous statement before you could.

“I like the snow, too.” Beelzebub stopped trying to catch any more snowflakes, “It’s fun to snowboard over the mountains.” he gestured towards the snowboard that he was holding in his free arm, “Speaking of which, would you like to snowboard with me someday? I could teach you if you don’t know how.”

“I’d love that, Beel, but are you sure you won’t get distracted?”

“What do you mean?”

You couldn’t help but tease the demon a little, “I mean, I did see you wipe out a couple of times out there earlier, which isn’t like you, at all.”

“Oh...yeah,” Beelzebub’s face turned a rosy color, which could have been easily blamed on the chilly wind, but you knew better, “I promise I won’t get distracted next time, but it’s nice.” You felt his grip on your hand tighten ever so slightly.

“What is?”

“To see you there. It’s a little embarrassing having you watch and cheer for me, but it makes me feel warm inside.”

You brought his hand up to your lips, giving it a quick peck. He was still wearing gloves, so you doubted that he could feel the gesture, but it was the only place you could conceivably kiss him at the moment, “That’s sweet. I’ll be sure to cheer you on from the side-lines more often,” you playfully winked.

“Yeah, but I think I like this better,” he smiled his usual crooked smile, “I like being closer to you.” He explained when you offered another confused look. Beelzebub wasn’t typically the most expressive of his brothers. That’s just how he operated, but his verbal affections had a way of thawing your own heart.

You groaned, hiding your face behind your free hand, “Stop saying such sweet things,” Beelzebub glanced at you curiously, “Now you’re making me embarrassed.”

He said, “Ah, sorry, but it’s true.”

Before you had time to respond, the House of Lamentation came into view. Despite the rest of the area being covered in many inches of snow, the mansion itself remained relatively clean. You were certain that Lucifer and his spells (or even his curses) had something to do with that.

Thankful for the distraction, you muttered, “Oh, hey, we’re here.”

“That was quick.”

The two of you walk through the already opened gate and up the path towards the entrance. “Yeah,” you agreed, “but I can’t wait to get inside and relax in front of the fireplace to warm up.” As Beelzebub opened the door for you, you asked him, “Would you like to join me?”

He smiled and placed his hand against the small of your back to usher you inside, “Of course, I would.”

Upon entering the foyer, Beelzebub closed the door, and you took a moment to relish in the comforting warmth that blanketed you. You hadn’t realized just how cold your fingers and ears were until you were basking under the magic that was indoor heating. Next to you, Beelzebub had laid his snowboard against the wall and was already taking off his hat and gloves to place on the clothes tree in the corner. You followed suit, putting your snow-covered garments next to his, leaving you in a simple black turtleneck sweater and similarly styled pants.

Beelzebub jolted his head up and started sniffing the air, while you were in the middle of untying your boots. “What is it?” you asked, placing your shoes next to the door. Lucifer would probably murder you for trekking snow within the house.

“Something smells good,” Beelzebub trailed off, sniffing the air a couple more times for good measure, “Really good.” He concluded.

You also sniffed the air, but you couldn’t smell a single thing, “Really?” Then again, you had to admit that Beelzebub did have a knack for searching out food if that was the source of the scent. A couple of weeks ago, he had managed to find your secret stash of human world snacks that you had hidden in your pillowcase…that was locked in a chest…and was put into the underground tomb with Cerberus.

“...It’s coming from the kitchen. Let’s go,” He grabbed your hand and started walking, dragging you with him.

You let out a quick yelp as you tripped over your feet a couple of times before finally gaining your footing. A few moments later Beelzebub stopped suddenly, causing you to collide into his back. Slowly, you peeled yourself off of him, rubbing your injured nose to ease the pain. Beelzebub must have been too blindsided by the prospect of a meal because he barely acknowledged you before stepping into the kitchen.

“Hey, Asmo.”

Asmodeus was in there? You followed behind the larger demon to see that he was right. The Avatar of Lust was standing next to the kitchen counter wearing a frilly pink apron over his usual outfit and a matching chef’s hat. In front of him laid several cooking ingredients and tools that seemed oddly…familiar, nothing like what you’d normally see in the Devildom. Asmodeus seemed so concentrated on beating a brown-doughy type substance (that was, now that you think about it, probably…dough) with a hand mixer that he barely noticed you and Beelzebub come in.

Beelzebub turned towards you, “I don’t think he heard me over the sound of that,” he hesitated for a moment, “thing.”

You silently agreed with him. That hand mixer was just a tad too loud, and you wondered where Asmodeus had gotten it in the first place.

“Hey, Asmo!” you repeated Beelzebub’s words, hoping to get a better result, “What’s up?”

Upon hearing his name (for the second time), Asmodeus perked up and stopped the hand mixer. When he laid his eyes on you, his face brightened into another one of his (literal) award-winning smiles, “Hello, you two! When did you get here?”

“Probably about five minutes ago,” you responded, “Where’s everybody else?” The House of Lamentation was noticeably quiet. Usually, you would have been bombarded by Mammon’s schemes to get rich quick or Satan’s ideas of how to finally get back at Lucifer.

Asmodeus’ eyes flicked up in thought for a moment before going back to the dish he was preparing. As he was working, he answered, “Oh, you know, they’re all out of the house,” Asmodeus said absentmindedly as he took the dough out from the bowl and placed it onto the kitchen counter with a satisfying plop, “Lucifer is in a meeting with Lord Diavolo, Mammon and Satan are at some low-end party, I have no idea where Belphie is, and Levi is, as always, shut inside his room.” He started to roll the dough into a ball.

“Ah, that probably explains why the gate was open earlier.”

Asmodeus spared a glance in your direction before going back to the dough. He rolled his eyes, “Ugh, that was probably Mammon. He came back inside to get his dopey credit card and was the last to leave.”

While you and Asmodeus were conversing with each other, Beelzebub was salivating at the mouth. His eyes were glued to the dough in his brother’s hands, but he waited until there was a lull in the conversation before butting in.

Beelzebub asked, “What’re you making, exactly? I haven’t seen anything like that before.” He pointed towards the kitchen counter, indicating the dough that was strewn on the counter. His stomach growled.

“Why I’m so glad you asked, Beel!” judging by the quick upturn of his lips, Asmodeus had probably been dying to talk about himself all day, “I’m making gingerbread cookies! I wanted it to be a surprise for everyone when they got back, but that didn’t work out, did it? It’s fine, though.”

“What are–”

Overcome with visible excitement, Asmodeus interrupted Beelzebub before he could finish his question, “Apparently, some parts of the human world eat these cookies as a treat during this time of year. Solomon told me aaaall about it, and I was so excited that I made him go out and get the necessary ingredients for me,” Asmodeus paused, as his bright smile slipped for a brief second, “He also wanted to help me bake them, but I respectfully declined.”

All three of you shuddered in solidarity for Solomon’s awful cooking. You knew that if that sorcerer were to chip in and help out, then the gingerbread cookies would probably turn out radioactive–or something worse.

Beelzebub’s stomach growled again, ending the moment of silence. “May I have some? It smells really good.” He stepped just a smidge closer to Asmodeus and, in turn, the dough. You tried to tug on the hem of his sweater to try to ward Beelzebub from swiping some of Asmodeus’ work, but he ignored you and stepped even closer.

Asmodeus made a face, “Beel, it’s dough. It doesn’t have a sme–hey!” Beelzebub reached over and was about to grab some of the ‘food’ when Asmodeus, thinking quickly on his feet, snatched a nearby spoon and whacked the hungry demon on the back of his hand, “No touching!”

Beelzebub stepped back in shock and snatched his hand back. He rubbed this injured extremity, “Hey, that hurt.” His lower lip quivered. You knew that it wasn’t from any physical pain that Asmodeus may have caused but rather the pain of being denied food.

Now, it was your turn to step in and mediate the situation before it could get any worse. You cut in between the two bickering demons and took the spoon right out of Asmodeus’ hand, “Don’t hit him, Asmo.”

In response, Asmodeus’ face flushed a faint pink, “Oh, you know how I love it when you’re bold like that, Jordan,” his brief expression of…whatever that was…was gone as quickly as it had arrived. Asmodeus looked annoyed before he huffed, “but would you please be a dear and get him out of here?” he pointed towards the door, “At least until I’m done, and then he can have all of the gingerbread cookies that he wants.”

You sighed, glad to have diffused the situation before it had started. You turned toward Beelzebub and asked, “Anything you want to do while we wait?” as the two of you exited the kitchen. You heard Asmodeus’ muffled “thank you!” behind the closed doors.

Beelzebub scratched the back of his head, while he thought about what he had wanted to do. “I think,” he said after some time, “I think I want to sit next to the fireplace with you. You mentioned wanting to do that earlier.”

“Sounds good,” you agreed and held his hand for a moment, giving it a reassuring squeeze, “Why don’t you get the fire started in the living room, while I go grab us a blanket?” Beelzebub nodded in agreement, and both of you went to complete your respective tasks.

When you arrived in the living room with a blanket (from your bedroom) in tow, you saw that Beelzebub had already lit the fireplace and was holding two mugs.

“What’s that?” you asked, as you sat in front of the fire and draped the blanket over your shoulders. You tapped the space on your right, and Beelzebub sat down. He handed you one of the mugs before pulling the blanket over his shoulder. Admittedly, the height difference made sharing the same blanket slightly more difficult than it should have been, but you guys made it work after a couple of seconds of awkward shuffling.

Finally, you took the chance to look into the mug. “Oh, hot chocolate!” you exclaimed, bringing the hot drink up to your lips. It scorched your tongue, but the drink itself tasted great, which was exactly what you needed on a snowy, winter’s day.

Beelzebub laughed and gave an uncharacteristically tentative sip himself, “Asmo came by earlier and gave me hot chocolate.” He took another, longer sip, “He said it was to tide me over before the gingerbread cookies were done. I didn’t want to drink it without you, so I waited.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” you sympathized, reaching up to pet Beelzebub on the head, “You must be starving.”

He closed his eyes and nodded vigorously. Beelzebub then snuggled closer to you, resting his head on top of yours. “I am,” he whispered.

“I can get you a snack, you know? It might be a while before the cookies are done.”

“No, I want to wait until I can eat with you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I am. I want to enjoy this moment together.”

You didn’t respond. Instead, you opted to lean your head against his arm. He shifted himself to wrap his arm around your body in a half-hug position. You sipped the hot chocolate while listening to the ambient sounds of the fireplace crackling. Beelzebub’s body heat combined with the blanket, hot chocolate, and fire all served to make you the warmest and most comfortable you have ever been. You probably would have forgotten all about the snow if it weren’t for the snowfall right outside of the window. The flurries seemed to have picked up, as the snow was falling much quicker, now.

“I never had human world gingerbread cookies before. Are they good?”

Beelzebub’s voice cut through the silence. You didn’t answer right away, as you stared into your drink in bliss. Slowly, you nodded, “I think you’ll enjoy it.”

Beelzebub hummed, letting the room fall into silence once again before opening his mouth to say something else, “I like being alone with you like this.”

“I do, too.” You closed your eyes, feeling a sense of drowsiness wash over you.

Beelzebub yawned, and you surmised that he must be feeling the same way, “I’m sorry, but I’m getting a little sleepy. You’re just so warm and,” Beelzebub yawned again, “and so sweet.”

You guessed that he was feeling hazy from drowsiness and didn’t mean to add that last part in there, but you still appreciated it all the same. You stifled a yawn of your own, and placed the half-empty mug down on the floor in front of you, “That’s okay. You can sleep. It might make waiting easier.”

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“Wake up, sleepyheads!”

You jolted awake, only to be immobilized by a certain weight on top of you. It took you a brief burst of adrenaline to remember that the mysterious weight was indeed Beelzebub. The demon in question groaned and sat up, freeing you from your momentary prison. The fire was still going, so you two couldn’t have been out for that long. The blanket was on the floor, now, though. It must have slipped off while you were sleeping. You haphazardly tried to drape it back on, but that proved difficult without Beelzebub’s aid.

Giving up, you gazed up towards the sound of the voice. You saw Asmodeus peering down at you. He was still wearing his apron and hat, but this time he was holding a tray.

“Did you have a nice nap?” he giggled.

Beelzebub rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands, “We did. Thank you for the hot chocolate, by the way.” You echoed Beelzebub’s gratitude.

Asmodeus puffed up at the thanks, “Oh, no need to thank me, unless you want to, that is.”

“You’re starting to sound like Mammon,” feeling a little playful, you teased him.

He stuck his tongue out at you and pouted, “Seriously, I slave away in the kitchen and this is the thanks I get? Maybe I should take my cookies elsewhere,” Asmodeus huffed and turned away, “Such a shame. They were so good, too.”

Beelzebub looked so heartbroken for a moment that you had to put on the breaks. “Wait, wait, wait!” you laughed and reached out to grab his ankle, “I’m sorry! Don’t go!”

“At least leave the cookies,” Beelzebub desolately responded. These were the words of a broken man.

“Fine, fine, but only because I can never resist that face of yours, Jordan,” Asmodeus acquiesced. You didn’t have the time to ask what sort of face you were making when he handed you and Beelzebub a gingerbread cookie each, “Do you like them? I designed these myself.”

You held a cookie that looked suspiciously like a particular demon you knew. It had black, icing-covered horns attached to the head and white fly-shaped wings attached to the sides. Orange icing decorated the top of its head, and black, gray, and white icing covered the rest of its body in an attempt at mimicking leather clothing. Looking over at the cookie in Beelzebub’s hands, you noticed that his gingerbread cookie looked a lot like you. The icing design matched the clothes you were currently wearing, alongside your eye color and other minute details.

You turned the cookie back and forth to admire the amount of work and effort that was put into it, “Wow, Asmo, this is so detailed and amazing. You must have put a lot of thought into decorating it,” A small part of you felt like this gingerbread cookie looked too nice to be eaten.

“It smells great, too,” Beelzebub added. He was staring at the cookie intently, and you could tell that it was taking every bit of internal strength Beelzebub had not to chomp down on the treat right then and there.

Eager to have received another compliment, Asmodeus bounced up on down on heels, “Aw, thank you! I wanted this batch to be absolutely perfect when–”

“But…” Beelzebub muttered underneath his breath. He hadn’t meant to interrupt, but Asmodeus had stopped speaking anyway.

“But…?” he urged him to continue.

“But we only get one?” Beelzebub looked up at Asmodeus with the best puppy dog look he could muster. He even slipped the blanket back on for full effect.

Asmodeus grumped, “Yes, you only get one. Lucifer and the others haven’t arrived, yet, so I want to wait until everybody can eat my cookies.”

You decided to help Beelzebub out as a good deed, “I understand where you’re coming from, Asmo, I really do,” you played with the corner of the blanket, “But Beel has been waiting for quite a while. Would it be so bad if he just had a couple more? Please?”

Beelzebub repeated, “Please?” with an elongated “e” for full effect.

Asmodeus frowned as he glanced from Beelzebub to you to Beelzebub to back to you. A small bead of sweat formed on his forehead, and you can tell his resolve was breaking. His frown wobbled until he shouted, “Fine! I’ll get you a couple more gingerbread cookies, Beel, but that’s it!” You and Beelzebub cheered, as he walked toward the kitchen.

“Thanks, Asmo! I love you!” Beelzebub shouted with glee.

Asmodeus shouted back, “Ooh, Beel! I love you, too!!”

You laughed at the absurdity of it all.

“Hey, Beel,” you said, grabbing his attention, “Ready to try the gingerbread cookies?”

He eagerly nodded before a look of concern flashed across his face, “I was, but it’s a little weird to be eating something that looks just like you, Jordan.”

“Oh,” you said, genuinely caught off guard, “If you want, we could switch or…”

“Too late,” Beelzebub said, revealing an empty hand.

You blinked in awe before shouting, “That was quick!” What kind of sleight of hand was that? You didn’t even see him put the thing in his mouth.

“Yeah, but it was good.” Beelzebub gestured towards your cookie, “Now try yours.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice. You slowly bit off the head and chewed. The cookie tasted as good as it looked, which was saying something. You bit off another piece, letting the taste of ginger explode in your mouth. “Wow,” you said after you swallowed the second bite, “Asmo’s surprisingly good at baking.”

“I know. Do you think he’ll bake for us next time?”

“Maybe…he definitely seems to like it.”

Beelzebub glanced at your lips for a split second before looking back at you in the eyes. The term ‘looking,’ would, perhaps, be too light of a word to use. Judging by the way he sat there unblinking, ‘staring straight into your soul’ would have been slightly more appropriate.

“What?” you asked, slightly unnerved by the way he was staring.

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

Wordlessly, you leaned in, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

Beelzebub fidgeted in place, a soft pink blush appeared on his cheeks, which perfectly complemented the orange lighting the flames cast on him, “Could you kiss me again?”

You chucked briefly before giving him another, deeper kiss.

He sighed before draping his arm around you again, “I love you,” he whispered into your ear, his voice almost completely masked by the sounds of the flames licking the sides of the fireplace.

“I love you, too,” you responded, turning your head to kiss Beelzebub on the cheek.

#Obey Me #Obey Me Beelzebub #Obey Me Asmodeus #Obey Me MC #Reader Insert #Beelzebub x Reader #Fanfic #Secret Santa #ObeyMeSecretSanta2021

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fickleminder · 2 years

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Cuddle Puddle

My gift to @malereader-malecharacter as part of the Secret Santa event @OMSecretSanta! Happy holidays Ayldrad, I hope you enjoy 💚💕

Technically every week is considered “hell week” in the Devildom, but this particular one has Elleroy ready to throw in the towel and call it quits.

Pop quiz after pop quiz, endless tasks and reading assignments all due within days of each other… Clearly Lord Diavolo has yet to grasp the understanding that if his grand plan was to unite the three realms, sending the exchange participants back to school was not the way to go.

Retreating into the safety of his room, Elleroy drops his bag near the door and immediately flops onto his bed, not bothering to change out of his RAD uniform or take off his shoes. The weekend is upon him and he’s sorely in need of a well-deserved break, but there’s still more work due next week. Not to mention he has a study session with Satan in about —

“Knock, knock. Elleroy, you in there?”

A muffled groan is all the response Satan gets, but it’s permission enough. He enters the room with a stack of textbooks only to find the poor human facedown on the sheets.

“Rough day, huh?” Satan deposits the books onto the desk and sits at the edge of Elleroy’s bed, patting his head sympathetically. “I can make you some tea, if you’d like. Do you want to rest a little longer?”

“No, I’m good. Sorry to keep you waiting.” It would be rude to waste Satan’s time after he’d so kindly agreed to study with him. Elleroy resolves to push through the next few hours and tries to sit up properly, but Satan’s hand moves towards his shoulders to take off his jacket instead. “Um, what are you...?”

“Hush. Just let me try something, alright?”

Elleroy’s loosened tie comes off next, followed by his boots. Once Satan is sure he’s dressed more comfortably, he takes a seat against the headboard and cushions his back with a pillow before guiding Elleroy to lie down, his head on the demon’s lap and legs curled up near the edge of the bed.

“I’m not complaining,” Elleroy sighs as he relaxes into his new position, “but aren’t we supposed to be studying? Don’t tell me you’re going to read me a bedtime story.”

“Not quite, but I figured you could use a change of pace.” Satan holds up a history textbook and winks. “Let’s see if reading this like a fairytale will help you absorb it better.”

“It might just put me to sleep faster, you know.”

“Well, only one way to find out.”

Satan’s voice is so hypnotic that he ought to have a side hustle doing audiobooks. Elleroy finds himself latching onto every word, his attention focused on the rise and dip of Satan’s tone as he weaves surprisingly vivid tales of the Devildom from a monotonous textbook. At some point, Elleroy’s arms come up to wrap around Satan’s waist like he’s hugging a bolster; he squeezes lightly and shuts his eyes in bliss.

“Are you listening? You’ll be tested on this,” Satan warns, though there’s no real heat in his voice. The faint blush on his cheeks goes unseen, thankfully.

“Not sleeping. Keep going please,” Elleroy murmurs drowsily. He feels slender fingers gently carding through his hair and sighs in content, relishing the warmth from Satan’s body and snuggling closer…

“Elleroy~ You’re done with classes, right?” The door flies open, slamming against the drywall before a pink blur comes bounding in. “Come to Majolish with me! All these tests are making my skin break out and you’re just the shopping partner I need to —”

“Asmo…” Satan growls, eyebrow twitching at the interruption, but his growing frustration completely flies over the fifth-born’s head as Asmo squeals in delight and launches himself onto the bed, sending Elleroy bouncing into the air with a startled yelp.

“Look at you two cuddling away!” He immediately claims Elleroy’s other side, his chest to the human’s back, at the perfect height to nuzzle his face into Elleroy’s hair as he plays the big spoon. “And you didn’t think to invite me? How rude!”

Asmo’s position leaves his head on Satan’s shins, which is uncomfortable to say the least. Satan doesn’t dare to shake him off by bucking his hips, not wanting to dislodge Elleroy at the same time, but he isn’t above kicking his brother in his perfect face.

Elleroy fidgets unhappily as the two bicker over him, with Satan telling Asmo to scram and Asmo whining about Satan not sharing. “No more fighting, please? Can’t we all just spend time together?” Elleroy groans, the clear exhaustion in his words effectively shutting the two demons up, causing them to exchange guilty looks.

“Aww, you must have had such a rough week, poor darling!” Asmo recovers quickly and gives Elleroy an affectionate hug from behind. “Don’t worry, Asmo-chan is here to make it alllll better~”

“Excuse you, I’m right here,” Satan grumbles, reaching for an extra pillow and placing it on his shins for Asmo to lie on.

The three of them return to their previous positions, except this time Asmo scoots himself backwards a little, putting some distance between his torso and Elleroy’s but keeping their legs tangled together. With practiced motions, he uses his fingers to comb out Elleroy’s hair, the light tugs and soothing ministrations eliciting pleasant sighs from the half-dozing human. Once he’s sorted all the knots, Asmo proceeds to put the long strands into a neat braid, picking out the purple streaks and weaving them into intricate patterns.

It’s not quite like being sandwiched between Beel and Belphie whenever he gets the chance to nap with them in the attic, but it’s close enough. Elleroy has Satan in his arms, Asmo pressed against his back, a deep voice in his ears, smooth fingers gently massaging his scalp… He knows he promised Satan he would pay attention to the history lesson, but it’s been a long week and he thinks they could all use some rest and relaxation.

Elleroy closes his eyes and lets himself drift, cocooned in the feelings of warmth and safety.

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ruewrites · 2 years

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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.

#ruewrites #OMSecretSanta2021 #Obey Me Secret Santa 2021 #obey me #obey me barbatos #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #fluff #light angst #barbatos x leviathan #can be read as either romantic or platonic

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woosey-woo-shitposts · 2 years

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Happy holidays everyone! Over the past couple of months, I was working on @omsecretsanta and it’s finally time to show it off!

Happy holidays to @proxyoflucifer Luciel was fun to illustrate and it was good for me to start learning how to get Diavolo right.

To a happy new year and hopefully more art on my end!

#ObeyMeSecretSanta2021 #my art #digital art #not my oc #Obey Me Diavolo #om diavolo #obey me #obeyme #obey me! one master to rule them all

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sunofthestar · 2 years

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Mewwy Cwimas guess who did the Obey Me Secret Santa agaaaaaain oh wow tis the season

@omsecretsanta

#obeymesecretsanta2021 #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me!#obey me leviathan #obey me art

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henry-and-the-seven-lords · 2 years

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Happy Holidays, Everyone!

I personally celebrate Christmas, and do I have a present for you. In November, I joined the Obey Me Secret Santa @omsecretsanta . Thank you to @daddydemus and my wonderful mod @maddy-the-otome-hoe .

That means for the past month or so I have been working on a fic in secret for my special giftee. I am going to be posting said fic on Christmas Day. I hope you all will enjoy it!

Look for it around 8:00 pm EST December 25th ;)

#obey me #meg's chat #obeyme #obey me fluff #fluff #obey me secret santa #happy holidays #merry christmas #present for my followers #obey me imagines #imagines #obey me leviathan #ObeyMeSecretSanta2021 #obeymesecretsanta2021

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daddydemus · 4 years

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I’m interested in participating in the obey me gift exchange but my art isn’t that great, would it be possible for me to be paired with a beginner like myself? I feel that it would be unfair for me to be paired with a professional artist but I still want to join the fun :(

The Obey Me gift exchange was put together for the sole purpose of having something fun for fans in the community to do around the end of the year! :) As long as you’re committed to putting as much effort into your gift as you can you are more than welcome to join! ❤

Link to the Obey Me Gift Exchange

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akiwuff · 2 years

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Here's my 2021 @omsecretsanta gift for @sol-kayan ! I had a blast working on this, and will definitely try to return for future events :3

#ObeyMeSecretSanta2021 #yayyy i can finally post #I'll do the 2nd rb to my art blog but wanted to post on main first cause im SO PROUD of this #obey me

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lonelywrites · 2 years

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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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Obey Me Secret Santa 2021

Written for @lonelywrites

For the event for @omsecretsanta

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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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