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“papa, don’t move . . .” your daughter huffed as she pressed a pink sticker over satoru’s cheek. her tiny brows furrowed in utter and absolute concentration.

“sorry doc,” satoru hummed, “won’t do it again,” immediately surrendering to the demands of your tiny daughter who was ever so determined to “fix papa.”

you watched the quiet chaos unfold, the living room covered in the plastic sheets of discarded stickers, fake medical tools scattered across the wooden floors.

somewhere along the way, what was meant to be a simple task turned into your daughter decorating her father like an arts and crafts project.

not that satoru minded, of course.

if anything, he was more than pleased.

he sat shirtless at the foot of the couch, revealing the fresh bandages wrapped around his torso and arms, white fabric stark against his skin. faint remnants of dried blood still lingered near his collarbone despite your attempts to clean him up earlier. and yet, right in the middle of it all, sat a tiny sticker of a smiling strawberry.

another one resting on the bridge of his nose.

“you missed a spot,” you hummed teasingly to your daughter, knees pressed to your chest as you sat across from them.

she quickly scrambled into his lap from the floor, tangling herself in his unreasonably long limbs as she reached for another ‘my melody’ bandaid from the colorful box beside him, tongue poking out slightly in concentration — a habit painfully inherited from her father.

just hours ago, you weren’t even sure if he’d make it home.

the memory alone made your stomach twist: the exhaustion of his usually vibrant eyes, the way he could hardly stand the minute he walked through the door.

and now?

he sat on the floor letting your daughter cover his once fatal injuries with glitter stars and sanrio characters.

you should yell at him. you should be angry, ask him: what the hell he was thinking? coming home half-dead with a stupid grin on his face. it was ridiculous, but yet you knew he did it for your sake. he didn’t want to scare you, though he had done it anyway.

but instead, the words died in your throat the minute your daughter proudly pressed another bandaid onto his skin, injured, yes, but full of life all the same.

“done!” she announced proudly, squeezing satoru’s cheeks together, making him chuckle. he pulled down her tiny wrists from his face before he looked at you, a somber smile resting on your lips.

without saying a word, he reached over, dragging you to his side by your wrist, making you gasp, sliding you across the floor effortlessly. “satoru?? what’s wrong with—”

“ah.” he pressed a finger to your lips, letting it sit there.

warm.

alive.

“i think mama needs a sticker,” he hummed softly, blue eyes never once leaving yours, his large hand cradling your face as his thumb brushed against your cheek.

of course he didn’t really mean a sticker. it was code for please don’t cry.

you bit down on your lip as you tucked yourself against his side—holding back tears of frustration and fragile relief—cherishing the familiar warmth that had almost been ripped away from you.

your daughter — blissfully unaware of what was really going on — gasped, “yea! mama needs a sticker!” before aggressively peeling off a glittery pink star and slapping it between your eyes, making your husband laugh.

“don’t you feel better mama?” satoru asked lightly, voice softer than the smile he held on his face.

you let out an amused scoff, rolling your eyes as you quickly wiped away a stray tear. “i suppose…”

“there!” she spoke proudly. “now everybody’s fixed.”

and for a moment, with him beside you and her beaming at the both of you, it almost felt true.

perhaps because it was true.

Mammon put his head in his hands. "They're pregnant."

"Yeah. There's no other explanation." Beelzebub looked anxious and wringed his hands as he imagined the scenario.

Belphegor's voice was muffled due to laying face down on the carpet. "It better not be any of yours."

Asmodeus wiped a tear from his eye and sobbed, "Do you think they'll let us see the child? I hope it looks just like them."

for male MCs:

"That's not possible." Ever the rational one, Satan shook his head. "I've never heard of a human man giving birth."

Leviathan stepped up. He was shaking, his phone clutched in a death grip. "I have. It's called mpreg. I don't think it's common, but there are many stories documenting it online."

Please pray for us and help spread this.

Like I said,Indonesians are actively being silenced about this situation.they are even planning to cut off the internet and electricity so whenever you try to record what's going on you will hardly be able to see anything.

"This is for me, is it?" It was neither his birthday nor a holiday. He had been quite surprised when you burst into his office and laid the decorative bundle on his desk. It was taped poorly and the wrapping paper was a recycled brown paper bag, yet the simple fact that you were thinking about him made his pride swell to dangerous levels.

"Yes," you told him. "Please make good use of it. Please."

With an arrogant little "heh," he opened the gift. Inside was a long length of thick rope, freshly purchased from a hardware store that morning. It was sturdy and a little coarse. It looked like it was made for boating purposes.

"What is this?" Lucifer examined it by tugging at the ends until it was taut. He looked ready to whip the next person to walk into his office. "Is this your way of asking to spend more time with me? I always thought you were more of a silk ribbon perso-"

"No!" You interrupted his detailed speculation by slamming a hand on the corner of the desk. It stung a little. Of course Lucifer would misunderstand your intentions, but that was exactly why you had to clear things up. "I need you to stop tying Mammon up with the ethernet cord."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. You didn't like the way he was gliding his gloved thumb over the rope.

"You leave him tied up for hours," you continued, "and the WiFi stops working. I have to go to the observatory when that happens and stand by the windows and wave my D.D.D. around for data to work. So, Lucifer. Please? Won't you use this instead?"

And what's up with the Planetarium at HoL? Are the hanging planets lit by magic? Certainly not electricity. Levi is 100% taking care of most of the bill because there's no way his aquarium is lit by hopes and dreams. That man has LEDs for sure, and on top of that, he has his computer and all those consoles.

The rest of the brothers have lamps and electric lights (and Mammon has a damn projector, speakers and a garage door), but those are not enough to light their entire rooms. The majority of the lighting in the House of Lamentation comes from different sources of fire.

And you're telling me that MC didn't lose vision??

It's nighttime all the time; they're surviving on candles and (mostly) oil lamps.

And you're telling me that they go back to the human world with no consequences??

Like why does being neutral only stop at gender? If your goal is to be inclusive, then why not be neutral with race/body descriptors as well?

To be clear, I am not demanding anything of anyone. As a writer, you’re free to write however you wish and portray the reader however you see fit. But as a black reader, I cannot help but wonder why this is such a common occurrence in gender neutral reader inserts (and well, reader inserts in GENERAL, to be honest). Are you trying to cater to a general audience or not?