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Can you do āI feel a sickness for a home Iāve never beenā with Lucifer finding MC (platonic or no) going through a depressive episode after coming back late from one of diavolos given (demonic tasks) maybe splattered in a bit of blood, gn mc pls.
If itās something ur uncomfortable with, take out the depressive episode part.
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Thank you for the congrats!!
We did receive your follow-up request you asked for instead, but...I was already partially into writing this one haha, sorry! However, here's a somewhat similar Mammon drabble from a previous round, which I hope you'll enjoy it instead!
Also, as a general reminder for everyone - the rules of the prompt game are only prompt, character, and MC/no-MC. This particular scenario request happened to line up pretty well with the idea I had anyway, but we've had a few others come in too, and well, we just like to have our creative freedom with the prompts that come in (ā_ā;) So please keep in mind that if you send in a very specific scenario, your request may be ignored.
āI feel a sickness for a home Iāve never been.ā - Lucifer/MC
content warning: blood, MC depression, imagined MC death
Maybe a walk through the gardens, alone so late at night, isn't the best idea you've ever had.
You shiver, the thin fabric of your pajamas offering you little protection from the chill of the Devildom's unending night. You probably should have changed before coming out here, or at least brought a jacket, but you hadn't thought about that. Really, you hadn't thought much at all when you'd fled your room, except that you needed to get out, now, right now, or you were going to suffocate under the weight of your own thoughts.
Of course, now you're alone with your thoughts and cold.
At least it feels a little easier to breathe out here in the fresh air. The cool is soothing against your aching, tear-shot eyes. You feel the restlessness coiled in your muscles dissipating a little with each soft rustle of soil beneath your feet.
One step after another, you wind your way through the rose-dotted hedges, as if hoping that getting lost in the labyrinthine greenery will make you feel less lost in your head. The full moon glows brightly above you, lighting your way. It's larger here than in the human world, or maybe just closer. If you shut your eyes, you can picture it getting even closer still -- bigger, heavier, sinking, falling, pressing down, down, down, until the luminous weight of it could just crush you where you stand, and --
"MC? What are you doing out here so late?"
Your eyes fly open, startled, and you find yourself greeted by an equally startled-looking Lucifer, just now arriving home. Lines of dark ichor drip around his face, and when he quickly moves to wipe them from your view, it's to little success as you realize his gloves, along with all the rest of his uniform, are just as bloodied.
You want to comment on that fact, but he beats you to it, face full of worry as he rushes up to you. "Wait, you've been crying. What's wrong?"
Your lip trembles with trepidation. As much as you love him, you don't usually confess all your concerns so easily. But neither can you keep it in anymore; you've been drowning in these feelings all night, and they're about to spill out whether you want them to or not.
"I don't want to go back."
He puts an arm around you, puzzled but concerned, and you latch onto him like a lifeline. As the tears start to well up again, you bury your face against his viscera-soaked coat, and awkwardly, he wraps you into a comforting embrace, trying his best not to get the splatter onto you. After a moment, though, he quickly gives up on those efforts, deciding to just hug you tighter, blood on his chest be damned. It doesn't matter if you get the stains on you too -- right now, you just need this. You need him.
"I know the exchange program is only for a year, and then I'm supposed to go home -- right? It's coming up really, really soon. And I should be happy about that, because the human world was my home, and my whole life got left behind when I got pulled down here, and -- I think most people would miss it. Most people would want to go back, wouldn't they? But -- I don't. I don't want to go back! I was never happy in the human world!"
You cling to him harder as you talk, afraid to let go, as if the moment you do, everything around you will disappear. But the ever-assured Avatar of Pride's embrace is solid and warm around you, and he doesn't make any move to pull away. So, through haggard breath, you continue.
"I was never happy there like I've been happy here. I never fit in there. But this is the Devildom, and I'm a human, not a demon, and -- it's not like I can stay, right? In the end, I'm just a guest here, and guests are supposed to go home. But the closer it gets, the more it feels like there's nowhere for me to go. If I have to leave, I don't have a place that feels like home! I don't belong anywhere else!"
As you keep spilling the thoughts that have been plaguing you all night, he stays there, holding you patiently, listening quietly and letting your sobs hiccup against him. Gradually, little by little, your fingers stop gripping the fabric of his uniform quite so tightly. You let yourself relax into him a little more. You're not ready to let go just yet, but he doesn't ask you to. And finally, when it seems like you've calmed down, your breaths soft and steadied into his shoulder, he starts to speak.
"You know, we're here now, but back when we were angels, I used to call the Celestial Realm my home. It was the only one I'd ever known. And it is beautiful there -- how light falls on everything to give it warmth. I almost think I miss it, sometimes."
Lucifer's words are slow and careful, as if piecing together a confession that he's never let himself put into words before. He pauses, letting the admission linger in the air for a moment, then sighs.
"I don't miss it, though, not really. I wasn't happy there. There were problems, doubts that I ignored for a long time, until I couldn't ignore them anymore. What I feel is a sickness for a home I've never been. The Celestial Realm isn't actually that place that I miss. After we were cast out, what mattered was that my brothers and I belonged together. We made a new home here, as a family."
He holds you tight, pressing a gentle, reassuring kiss to the top of your head.
"And if you think you're just a guest to us, you're sorely mistaken. You're part of our family now too. I'll talk to Diavolo tomorrow. We'll figure it out. Because if that's how you feel, then this is your home too -- with us."
Since I did the brothers I should probably do the side characters as well, so I am.
Side Characters x Mc
Solomon is a subtly touchy person. He'll put his arm around Mc and they won't even notice until he starts pressing himself into them. He probably hasn't had the touch of another real human in centuries except maybe a few one night stands, so any touch from Mc is welcome.
Solomon likes hugging Mc from behind by wrapping them in his jacket. He cuddles the jacket later because it still smells like them.
Solomon likes being the little spoon, mostly to shove his face in Mc's chest. Their heartbeat is something he loves to listen to.
Solomon will give many hugs, but it takes a moment before he realises someone is giving him one. He can't usually fathom anyone actually giving him a hug with how long he's gone without one.
Diavolo is physically too big for most people to wrap their arms around him but he loves being the little spoon.
Diavolo gives Lucifer and Mc all the hugs he can since Barbatos' hugs were rare for "professionalism" and his father's were, not nonexistent but not the best and pretty rare. He will take all the hugs he can be given.
Diavolo gets so happy when he receives a hug his wings pop out so he immediately wraps them around Mc (or Lucifer) to make it look intentional.
Diavolo's hugs are often bone breaking and one should proceed with caution. He'll cry if someone else initiates a hug.
Barbatos is not the most cuddly, but his hugs are always nice and warm. He's more of a pat on the back type of man for the sake of general composure and keeping his air of mystery.
Barbatos tail has a slippery cold feeling so it isn't quite the best for cuddling, unless Mc is into that of course. If he feels it necessary, like if Mc won't stop bothering him when his hands are full, he'll wrap it around their clothes.
Barbatos is the big spoon, he isn't exactly little spoon material unless Mc is bigger than him.
He won't be the first to initiate a hug unless Mc needs a hug. They have to ask if they want any.
Hugs from Simeon feel like going home to a loving place. This may have more to do with him being angel than like Lucifer's case of experience in care but it is most likely both.
Simeon's wings are very warm and fluffy, being wrapped up in them is a wonderful experience he's willing to give anyone close to him if they need comfort.
Simeon is good as either big or little spoon, but most people want him to be their big spoon. Cuddling in his arms after a rough day is absolute heaven.
Simeon loves giving his friends hugs and is more than happy to receive one even if it is unexpected.
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I couldn't figure out what to do for Lucifer's birthday fanart so he's getting a fic with a dash of angst that will hurt you. It's interesting to see all the birthday fanarts being posted early, maybe it's a timezone thing idk so I'm posting this early too.
Lucifer X Mc
TW: Hurt/Comfort
The House of Lamentation was unusually quiet for this time of morning. Lucifer rested against the armchair and watched his fireplace burn. It was a nice morning for his birthday when his door swung open, making his stiffen just a bit on instinct. Lucifer looked behind him hoping for someone else but instead met Satan's glare. Beel was next to Satan and they were holding a tray with a full breakfast on it. Beel pat Satan's back, the blonde being very obviously annoyed that Lucifer was awake.
"Damn, we can't even be nice to you without you ruining it somehow."
"Oh really?"
Satan pointed at the bed, already frustrated from Beel eating ingredients this morning since there was no one there to stop him "why can't you just be where you're supposed to?"
The corner of Lucifer's lip twitched in amusement "Really? I say the same about all of you, often. You'd just draw on my face while I slept if I was still in bed."
"Tsk."
Beel took the tray and set it on the table in front of Lucifer "Happy birthday Lucifer"
"Thank you Beel."
Satan and Beel left Lucifer to his breakfast. Lucifer particularly enjoyed the arsenic in the syrup and the cyanide in his coffee, curtesy of Satan who knew Lucifer liked the taste. Lucifer sat and stared at the plates for a while before he decided to venture down to the kitchen to put his dishes in the sink. He set them down carefully, able to hear Belphegor snoring nearby. He turned right into Mammon and Leviathan.
"Oi! Oh, hi Lucifer."
"Ah, Sorry Lucifer."
Lucifer sighed "it's alright."
"And happy birthday big brother, have this!" Mammon shoved two tickets to Hamlet in Lucifer's hand, probably having bought the second out of habit "Aren't I the best? Happy birthday!"
"Thank you Mammon."
"I-I got you something too! Happy Birthday Lucifer."
Leviathan handed Lucifer a box, inside of which were black gloves with the pride insignia embroidered on them in a deep blue.
"You can wear them to the play you're going to, o-or if they're not good enough you really don't-"
Lucifer cut Leviathan off before he spiralled farther, already knowing Levi was having a rough patch "Thank you Leviathan. They're excellent."
"Y-yeah."
Mammon pat Leviathan's back as they left Lucifer alone in the kitchen. Lucifer tried on the gloves and he smiled at how wonderfully they fit. He took some time to enjoy the peace and quiet in the kitchen when he heard a thud and loud groan from the cabinet. He looked at the cabinet door in disappointment before opening it to reveal a cranky Belphegor.
"Ughhhh, hi Lucifer, Happy birthday."
"Hi Belphie."
Lucifer reached in and helped his youngest child brother out of the small space. He started patting off Belphegor's clothes like Belphegor was still a little kid. Belphegor huffed and shoved an enchanted pillow into his hands.
"This wards off bad dreams, not that you really sleep anymore anyway. Beel helped with the sewing."
"Oh thank you."
"Yeah, it's whatever."
Lucifer sighed as Belphegor climbed on top of the fridge to take another nap, at least he now knows how Belphegor was getting up there. Lucifer left Belphegor to his nap to go to the music room, it wasn't like Diavolo would give him work on his birthday even if he begged for something to do. He was halfway there when he was intercepted by Asmodeus.
"There you are Lucifer!"
"Hello Asmo-"
Asmodeus grabbed Lucifer's arm and started pulling him "I've been looking for you. It's time you had a nice spa day and what better time than your birthday. Now we're going to a professional, not like anything will fix those eye-bags anyway."
Lucifer resigned himself to whatever Asmo thought would make a good birthday. Asmo had already made a reservation at the Resort so there was no wait. Lucifer had to admit, while some of the unusual face creams stung, it did feel rather nice overall. What Lucifer liked most were the massages, but as nice as those felt Asmodeus was definitely judging how muscles popped while his bones cracked. He could practically hear Asmodeus' mentally making fun of him for being old. He sighed because he was in fact very old, older by another year, "an ancient fossil" as a human he loved might have said to him if they were there.
It was late afternoon now as Lucifer parted ways with Asmo on the way home. all that was left for his birthday was to see Mc. He wandered down to where they would always be and bought some flowers on the way. Lucifer looked down at their gravestone with a sad smile as he set flowers on the cold rock. He laid himself on the ground right over where Mc was eternally sleeping, they had certainly earned the rest. He shut his eyes for a moment and pretended Mc was snuggled under his arm where they used to take space. They technically were under his arms, just not in the way Lucifer wanted. He could almost feel their fingers caressing his cheek, he could almost hear their voice telling him that despite all the ways he hurt his brothers he was still doing a good job because he was doing his best. Lucifer shut his eyes reached up to the imaginary hand against his cheek to press their loving touch against himself. He considered a moment just digging down to bury himself beside them for a long nap until the day their soul returned to him. He could hear Mc's voice speaking to him, his mind was so muddled it almost felt real.
"Don't mope my starshine. We should celebrate that you're alive instead of in the ground, especially now that I am back."
Lucifer opened eyes that were blurred with tears. What an unusual thing for the voice in his head to say, Mc couldn't be back when their soul was still missing. He could almost feel their warmth as his eyes cleared and he say their smiling face right in front of him. Mc laughed and moved their hand underneath the one on his cheek. He could feel it, really feel it. He stared at the visage before him with wide eyes and the belief he had finally gone mad. Their soul was missing, it would have had to have gone to heaven like all good human sheep were supposed to and they were the very best.
"I'm back Luci. Have you been taking care of yourself while I've been gone."
Lucifer stared for a few more seconds to make sure Mc's soul was really there before grabbing them, holding their warmth against himself. They did not have a true material form, but it was still shaped the way they used to look. as a demon Lucifer could still touch them and hold them close, feeling the warmth of their essence.
"My Mc."
Mc smiled and it felt like the sun as the spoke to him "Yes, I'm your Mc."
"I thought you were-"
"In heaven? Yeah, but you're not getting rid of me that easily. It was a real struggle trying to get through the layers to come back down here, but I'm here."
"We all missed you..." Lucifer sniffled, unsure if Mc would be able to fathom the extent to which he needed them "I missed you."
Your highness, are you going to go be gay with Lucifer for the gay month?
Hm, gay month? Is that another human holiday?
Also, gay with Lucifer... I don't believe we can something like gay in Devildom.
*low giggle* We're demons. We desire what we want to desire. I don't think we have word that would bound us. But Lucifer is trulyā ahem. Sorry, I got carried away.
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"I canāt seem to forget the halo that I used to see." - Lucifer
cw: alcohol, Nightbringer season 1 spoilers
The amber liquid in Lucifer's glass smells dark and sweet.
He's had it a few times before, at the demon prince's invitation, but it's still a bit strange to him, this thing called Demonus. It's not like the ambrosial sweetness of what he used to drink in the Celestial Realm, honey-bright and delicate as flower petals in the wind. That had been airy and full of light, tasting of sunbeams on the trees from which the fruits were picked to make it.
Demonus, however, is something completely different. Actually, he's surprised to find he likes it. It's rich and heady, with a spiciness that lingers on his palate long after each sip. Indulgent, sweet not like honey but like sin. A hint of noxious brimstone burns at the back of his throat as he drinks, rising like a burst of sulfurous smoke directly into his nostrils. It leaves a slow trail of fire through him as it goes down, like lava running down the side of a volcano.
Each sip is an inescapable reminder of where he is now -- of what he is now. Of what they all are, now.
It's not that Lucifer regrets the war. Regrets losing, perhaps -- of course, since no one starts a conflict like that with the intent to fail. But even losing, on its own, would have been fine. There's a sense of freedom to his new life, here in the Devildom. He can say and do whatever he likes, unbeholden to his Father. Here, the insistent, nagging doubts swirling in his mind every day have stopped, no longer screaming to be heard, no longer screaming to be spoken. He had finally spoken them. He had fought for them. And if it only involved him, he would make the same decision a thousand times over again.
But it didn't. It wasn't only him. And now, he's not the only one paying for it.
His brothers had made the choice to follow him, and for that, he is grateful. He is grateful, every single day, not to have landed here alone. But they had followed him because they'd believed in him. His rebellion failing was one thing. What he really can't stand is that he failed them.
Lucifer sighs into his glass as Raphael's declaration from earlier that day rings in his head again -- "The Celestial Gates are open to the six of you, that you may pass through once more."
He won't return; now that he's tasted this freedom, he knows he'll never be satisfied in the Celestial Realm again. But, the others...
Maybe Raphael is right. Maybe his brothers should go. Even if it means leaving him and Satan behind, maybe it's for the best. Maybe it's true -- the wings at their backs should be white. Even now, he can't seem to forget the halos that he used to see over each of their heads.
It's his fault those halos don't shine over them anymore. It's his fault they've become horns instead. It's his fault they aren't angels anymore, and he doesn't want it to be his fault that they stay that way. They won't like leaving him, but who is he to ask them to stay?
It was his war. It was his failure. It should be his punishment to bear. Alone.
so I thought I had an ask for how the brothers would cuddle and couldn't find it. Despite that I made this anyway. Slightly based on my Demons sleep in groups hc.
Brothers X Mc
Lucifer gives the best hugs. It's like being held by a parent that actually loves you unconditionally.
Despite his amazing ability to give a hug, he is shit at receiving a hug to comfort him and will sit there awkwardly. It's funny watching Diavolo try and get Lucifer used to it but ehe never does.
Lucifer will hug with his wings. It started because he often was holding on brother than everyone else wanted in but they haven't asked for a hug from him in a long time, perhaps since the fall, so he hasn't given any. The brothers do all stay in his bed, it's huge of course they pile up there, but Lucifer doesn't do sleep he does work so he never gets to join in the pile.
He will begrudgingly accept being the little spoon if Mc starts telling him how cute he is to them. If they get too annoying he's rolling on top of them, trapping them underneath him.
Big spoon, little spoon, doesn't matter to Mammon he just wants a hug. His brothers don't hug him except during the nightly pile up where they all push him down to the bottom.
Mammon squeezes Mc like he's trying not to lose them considering he was the one holding their body during the Attic Incident.
He likes having his head on Mc's chest so he can hear their heartbeat as they play with his hair. His wings will come out but only when Mc asks for them, partially because they are often pretty cold.
If Mammon and MC are cuddling at night and Mc needs to go to the bathroom, he will act like Mc left him out in the rain in a box with "free demon" written on it black marker.
Mammon will hug anyone if Asked. He had a small business where he would sell a hug for a dollar and a whole lot of people came. He still brings his one dollar hugs back every time he's in need of quick cash.
A hug from Leviathan is the most awkward hug Mc will ever have in their life. It's funny and adorable and he deserves more hugs. He can handle a hug from his brothers since they all pile onto each other in Lucifer's bed, but Mc might kill him.
Leviathan will subconsciously wrap his tail around Mc's leg when they hug him. He's saying they should get away because he is yucky but his tail is a sign he really doesn't want them to go.
Leviathan tried giving Mc a hug instead of just receiving one, he panicked and started apologising before he even did anything. Bro will never be the big spoon.
Tub cuddles are the best since Leviathan is in his natural environment allowing him to relax. One could also put themselves in his lap while he is watching anime or playing a game making him die from overheating but his room in cold enough to prevent his death.
Satan hugs people by pretending they are cats or Mc. If Mc wants to get hugs fast when he's busy with something, just put on the cat ears.
Satan keeps getting jumped by Asmo for hugs so Mc cuddling him normally is like a breath of fresh air, literally Asmo keeps squeezing him until he turns blue or he ends up at the bottom of the cuddle pile when there's sleepovers.
Satan thinks he's being sneaky when he slips his arm behind Mc and slowly starts pressing himself against their arm. It's adorable and so very obvious, he thinks it's cool since he read it in a book somewhere.
Satan likes being the big spoon mostly because he is used to it, cats can't be the big spoon after all.
Satan's tail is too sharp for wrapping around Mc, so he puts a pool noodle on it that he keeps in his room just for occasions such as cuddles. Honestly Mc would touch his tail anyway and get cut so it may not matter that much.
Asmo loves cuddles. He will be all over Mc, unfortunately that means he is all over Mc. His hands will need to be swatted because he is physically incapable of being normal.
Asmo will cuddle anywhere anytime, he wants all the cuddles.
Asmo is so mad that his wings aren't big enough to wrap around people like Lucifer and Mammon.
Asmo is the main initiator of hugs in his family except when everyone is piling into Lucifer's bed so no one has to sleep alone. This is the only instance where he waits so he can sleep on top of the pile.
Beel is an amazing hugger and is always down to give his brothers a hug (he breaks their ribs sometimes but they heal themselves so he never finds out). He goes on the bottom of cuddle piles, he's simply too big but sometimes he's crushing Mammon.
He is a big spoon, everyone loves being in between those muscles. He does like being the little spoon, but he is very big.
His wings aren't exactly for cuddles, but if Mc is gentle they can touch them as they both snuggle.
Beel sometimes carries Mc around like he does with Belphegor. It is efficient because he can let them snuggle in one arm while he eats with his other hands.
Cuddling is not Mc's choice, It's Belphie's choice and he says all the time is cuddle time. He loves hugs while napping, Mc just needs to make sure the nap isn't permanent like last time.
Belphegor will use his tail to keep Mc from leaving, but the fluff on his tail makes a great pillow.
Mc is not the only victim of nap time. Belphegor will grab the closest brother and sleep on them for a whole day. Lucifer was once a victim and managed do all his work with Belphie asleep on his back.
Belphegor is the big spoon if only to prevent escape by his napping partners. After an hour of sleep he rolls over so whoever was stuck with him can asleep.
Can you do one with MC who has anorexia nervosa? It would really mean a lot. Thanks!
of course! I feel like there would be many misinterpretations on the cause of Mc not eating enough because of how demon food is visually unappealing.
Brothers X Mc
TW: purging
Demons don't have a full understanding of Human diets so Lucifer makes his brothers take turns bringing Mc things from the human realm so they can have a little more on their plate.
Lucifer thinks the Demon food is making Mc sick too since it isn't very visually appealing and often smells. He remembers how sick his brothers got so he really thinks they just need more time.
He figures out they were not doing well when they returned for the second round of the exchange program and were still underweight.
Lucifer will stop Mc from purging but he won't forcefully interfere with Mc's diet. Lucifer will extend on offer to take them out to every meal because then they have to eat a little bit, he takes them to fancy places so they'd feel guilty for not. Guilt may not be the best method, but if it works it works, if not he leaves a lot of snacks around for them.
Lucifer can understand having a bit of an issue with appearances, the mirror is a very difficult thing to control. He won't bury them in compliments since the words would lose meaning if he spoke compliments a hundred times every hour, but he will let them know they look good in that outfit, that they deserve a little snack, and how he wants to cover them in kisses even if he isn't saying that every five minutes.
Mammon doesn't get why the human's not eating so he smuggles down food from the Human realm.
He figures out what's going on faster than anyone else. He's in the model industry and unlike Asmo he pays attention to all the competition instead of just the main rivals so he knows what it looks like.
If Mc purges Mammon will hold their hair back and give them some water after. He knows if he tries stopping them then they'll get sneakier about it so he just makes sure they have a nice snack after.
Mammon will actively search for foods Mc can eat a lot of. He thinks small snacks with high protein might be good since they don't look filling and Mc might be able to eat a few without feeling super bad.
Mammon crawls into Mc's bed and cuddle them while telling them how beautiful and perfect they are. He sees them as the most perfect being he's ever laid his eyes upon, they deserve to feel like it.
Mammon calls during mealtimes when Mc is in the human realm to tell them to eat. He hates when they come back thinner but more miserable.
Leviathan doesn't know why Mc throws after dinner and he thinks it's because he smells since his seat is next to theirs. He is relieved to find that's not the case, than panics because Mc needs to get enough food. Humans do still need food to live right?
Leviathan approaches Mc after purges with apple slices and a mice comfort anime so they don't have to think about it.
Leviathan has been jealous of other people's bodies so he does have an understanding for Mc's feelings. However he is very angry at whoever made Mc feel this way. Mc's so hot and perfect and while he has definitely put them on a pedestal, he's not exactly wrong about how hot they are.
Leviathan doe not know how to fix anything, but he's here to talk if Mc wants to.
Leviathan has a ton of snacks in his room and will always offer some to Mc, even if they refuse.
Satan has many books on human behaviour, he knows what anorexia is. Unfortunately he takes an embarrassingly long time to notice it since Devildom cuisine can make humans sick too.
Satan will recommend therapy, he's not making them go but he will bring it up every once in a while.
He has many snacks in his room since small little meals might be less daunting. Satan thinks making homemade meals from the human realm will get Mc to eat. He made it for them, so maybe they'll eat out of obligation.
Satan will wait outside the bathroom if Mc purges in case they want some privacy. He has a cat he brought in for emotional support since Mc needs it.
Satan knows enough about nutrition to get Mc some vitamin gummies. It's no replacement for food, but it's better than nothing.
Satan considered making cat shaped foods, but they were too cute to eat anyway.
Asmodeus notices after a pact since his attention is now on them as much as himself. He feels a little bad about not noticing sooner, but they were just a stranger in his house so he isn't kept up at night about his lack of awareness.
Asmo puts curtains on his mirrors so Mc doesn't have to look at themselves and feel bad. He will however open them up and show Mc all the places he thinks are cute since diet is one thing, mentality is another.
Asmo has a range of outfits for Mc's mood. Asmo knows progress isn't a straight line going up so he keeps the baggy figure hiding clothes even when Mc has ups.
"Hot people like us shouldn't feel bad Mc" - Asmo.
Asmodeus quits his own diet for a while to help Mc with theirs. He has curated multiple different ways for Mc to eat enough to at least stay healthy even if it isn't entirely enough. He has to switch them around and gets his brothers in on it to help him decide.
Asmo hates if Mc purges, throwing up is not a pretty feeling. He has water and a fruit bowl for after.
Beel will trade snacks with Mc and ignore them putting their portion on his plate but they started getting really thin.
Beel would make Mc extra dessert, but they need vitamins. It is very unusual to watch Beel willingly give up a few bites of steak, but Mc should have some.
Gluttony is Beel's domain so he's concerned by Mc's hunger but lack action, He eats plenty so all he has to do is have Mc join in. He'll eat a bunch before these dates so he doesn't accidentally eat Mc's plate.
Beel used to have a full course meal prepared for Mc after their purges (there's a bite in the steak). He stops if Mc feels too overwhelmed by that so he gets several different flavours of granola bars so they have a choice, if he doesn't eat most of them.
There are no scales for Mc to cry over in the house of Lamentation, Beel ate them. It was very funny watching Lucifer and Asmo work together to feed beel all the scales in the house.
Belphegor does notice how thin Mc was during their visits to the attic, but he doesn't question it until he is out and sees that Mc still isn't eating demon food.
Belphegor outright lies to Mc about food. Yeah Mc, that thing looks big but it's actually super low calorie, definitely eat a lot of it. he thinks he's helping more than he is since Mc can no longer trust him about food.
He is very upset when Mc purges and will try to stop it before it starts. He drags them up to the attic for a nap.
Belphegor won't try to get Mc to trust him about food again, he'll leave it to Beel. He still has some snacks in his nightstand for when Mc wakes up hungry.
He may never understand what the issue is with Mc's body, he thinks they look pretty and that's what he says.
Belphegor has no real plan, he's never heard of therapy, but he does want Mc to feel better about themselves. He gives them dreams where they can feel the way he sees them.
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What are some books that inspire you when it comes to headcanons and such? Iām very curious how you think and what inspires you
So I currently read either classic lit, gay fanfiction, or standard villainess manhwa, however I have not picked up a book in a hot minute. My main ideas either comes from a fic from an entirely different fandom, staring off into space thinking about the brothers, or doing research for my asks. OM has been hyperfixation since middle school and has been my most consistent interest so I find the cast in everything. I have playlists, unshown fanarts because I lost the pages or I hated the anatomy, Characters that make me think of them, and I have started making my own dolls since I couldn't afford the makeship runs. In short, books have little influence except for helping my vocab and I am obsessed with the brothers and sides.