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Lucifer

He would be very confused about the sensation he feels from y/n once they're pregnant. He would get stressed about it so much that he might take days off only to figure it out. And won't let y/n out of sight, even going to the toilet with her and standing outside the door. Always holding hands, always by him. Would lock door to his room during the night and hold her tight in bed. He would feel that it's something important that's happening, but wouldn't be able to tell why, which would be scary to him.

Once he figures it out, or y/n does a pregnancy test he would finally calm down a bit, but there would be lots of cuddles in his room afterwards, especially with her belly, even while it's still flat. Lucifer would get so excited he'd immediately start browsing about pregnancy, buy everything that would be necessary for the pregnancy and would count down days, worrying about it more and more as it would go closer to the delivery.

A big "NO" to going out without him even if one of his brothers are accompanying. He would rather drop everything and go where she wants than let her go without him.

Touching her belly every day every few hours to check how is the baby doing and praising her for doing good even if she didn't do anything at all. If something is off, then y/n would immediately end up carried by him to the bed and taken care of.

Lots of kisses from Lucifer. Even more than before y/n got pregnant.

Daily massage and bellyrubs.

Y/n would always be dressed warm enough but not too much to not sweat.

Lucifer would be preparing the most relaxing baths for y/n, would sit in the bathroom till she gets enough of the bath, would wash her by himself and carry back to their shared room.

Mammon

Poor y/n would get a panicked yelling from Mammon once he feels something is off with her. He would ask her a million of questions about what was she doing, what is she feeling and what could be happening. He would get strict with her to the point that she might want to yell back at him. He would absolutely not leave her alone, even if she'd make him mad. He would be following like a shadow wherever she goes. He could also get self-conscious and ask if she was spending time with other demons lately, but that's just his worry playing tricks on him.

Once Mammon figures it out he would literally bawl his eyes out, jumping, hugging everyone, especially y/n of course, run to the shops to get everything y/n might need for pregnancy and even get some baby toys in advance. He would immediately search for the online job to provide her everything she could ever need and might even end up overworking a few times. He would start cooing to her belly since the very start.

Just like Lucifer, Mammon wouldn't let y/n go anywhere without him. He would list lots of things that might happen from "you could get a callus" to "the meteor might fall onto you" to prove that he absolute needs to accompany her.

He would love to stroke her belly up and down in the gentlest touch possible and keep it warm all the time. He would come and put his hand on it and if he thinks it's too cool, he would bring a heating pad or put her in bed and tuck her in, commanding her to stay and get warm. Would also bring her warm drinks only. If she'd ask for cold drinks he would make sure there's no ice and it's not too cold for her.

Would be coming up with names for the baby from the first day but wouldn't be able to pick one to the very end.

Mammon would try and cook for her. He might mess up some dishes because of the anxiety, but who knows, maybe that's actually what she would like right now.

Mammon would 100% do watermelon challenge to at least have an understanding how hard it is for y/n to live with a belly in front of her. After the challenge would be even more attentive.

Leviathan

Would lock y/n with his tail before he figures out what's going on with her. He could sit and play games on autopilot with her sitting between his legs, his chin on her shoulder or her head, but he wouldn't actually think about the game at the moment. He would sit and try to focus on the feeling, only letting her go for two minutes and no more. If she won't return by the timer he would pause the game and rush to search for her.

Levi would 100% turn into a tomato, go hysterical and black out once he'd learn that y/n is pregnant. He'd ask Karasu AI assistant a million of questions about pregnancy and order tons of necessary and unnecessary things online. Would end up broke by the end of the day and could even consider selling some of his game accounts, items or merch to absolutely be able to buy everything she needs. Or could work as a booster for others and level up other people's accounts for money.

Would get a legit bed instead of a bathtub so y/n is comfortable. While sleeping with her, Levi would curl his tail around her waist or around her belly, keeping it warm and comfortable. Would always ask her if she's hungry, cold, sleepy or feels unwell. Would try to be strict, but wouldn't be able to act like this for too long so he'd end up being the softest he could ever be.

Could accidentally let her go somewhere alone if he's too focused on something but after a while would be BOLTING to find her, then apologize a million times almost in tears.

Levi would love to lay his head on her belly and get his head gently scratched. It would calm him down as he would know that his partner and his future baby are feeling good.

Always standing a step in front of her whenever talking to anyone, even his brothers and would wrap his arm and tail around her if he would feel anyone approaching from behind. Possessive 🫢

Would absolutely draw something silly, cute or anime themed on her belly once in a while to make her laugh.

Satan

Satan would likely be suspecting that what he feels is y/n's pregnancy, but wouldn't point it out not to scare her, because he'd be uncertain about it. But it wouldn't stop him from acting protective. He would stop her whenever she's about to go somewhere to check her temperature, blood pressure, her clothes and shoes. Letting her go alone would be scary for him, but he would try and let her have freedom with him calling her every half an hour to ask if everything is okay.

Once he'd learn about the pregnancy, he'd be lifting y/n while hugging and spinning her a bit, jumping and rub their cheeks and noses together, giving lots of kisses to her face. He would immediately research about previous hybrid pregnancies to be prepared for anything that might come. And he would 100% buy some cute cat themed clothes for the future baby, crying from his own imagination of the future kid wearing it.

Satan would buy tons of books about pregnancy and women's health and literally become her doctor. He might even consider offering her to give birth at home in the bathtub and be the one who would be helping to deliver the baby.

One sigh, cough, sneeze or other little noise and Satan would be right there asking if something happened to y/n, checking the baby's wellbeing, checking her temperature, eyes and pulse. Would always put his forehead onto hers to check her temperature.

If y/n has long hair Satan would braid it in the most comfortable way possible so she could move her head freely, sit and lay comfortably with it and forget that she even has long hair.

Satan would always support her about her looks and explain whatever happens to her in scientific language. He would give more love to the spots she's insecure about, touching them in a loving way, kissing them and telling everything about why he loves those spots.

Would call her "kitty mama" affectionately.

Would coo to her belly once it's round and read fairytales to it in a calming voice that would more likely make y/n fall asleep instead.

Carrying y/n around for absolutely no reason.

Asmodeus

He knows what's going on inside y/n and tells her instantly. Maybe he would cutely apologize for causing it.

Once they confirm that y/n is indeed pregnant he'd prepare everything that would make her comfortable during pregnancy and buy a bunch of skincare products for pregnancy. Cravings, massage, care and love - he's ready to give it all to her. And of course he would anticipate the gender reveal to get cute clothes for his kid.

Asmo would research the internet about it and ask his fans about anything that would bother him about y/n during pregnancy. Any little symptom would get searched and asked about. And just like Satan Asmo would try to convince y/n to give birth at home. He would search for the best doctor to help y/n with that.

He'd LOVE to search for the perfumes that would smell good and not cause y/n nausea for both of them.

Belly massage by the most gentle hands and soft talking to the little one inside of it. Asmo would enjoy this time as much as he could and try to make it enjoyable for y/n as well.

He would style y/n's hair and clothes in a sweet way so she looks radiant and comfy. He could develop a new hobby and design clothes that are comfortable and sweet for pregnant people thanks to y/n.

Would definitely paint something on y/n's belly sometime.

Always by her side. Even if he looks friendly and lets y/n choose who would she trust to step closer, he'd still be watching her closely and punch anyone who oversteps it.

Would help her to do exercises for pregnant and make sure she's feeling okay after every session, reminding her to drink plenty of water.

Even more kisses from Asmopapa than before.

He would talk to y/n's belly sweetly, telling the baby how much he loves them already and give them smooches.

Beelzebub

He wouldn't understand what's happening once he feels different things from y/n, but he would feel uncharacteristically overprotective and could get possessive up to the point of holding y/n close to himself in public.

Once he learns about the pregnancy he would get extremely happy, squeezing y/n in his hug tightly, then getting worried that he squeezed her too much and getting panicked over it right before he would decide to raid the grocery stores and get EVERYTHING in case y/n craves it.

Would cook A LOT of food to make sure y/n is never hungry but would forget about his own hunger in the process so Beelzedaddy needs some reminders about his empty stomach.

Would try his best to stay beside y/n all the time and if she goes somewhere without him, he would get either strict or sulky, depending on situation. He's so worried that y/n could faint or get too hungry. After all it's his child growing inside her.

He would be loving y/n even more once her belly grows prominent. Beel would stroke it everytime he can, loving the fact that y/n bears a new life inside her and that this new life is his child as well. He would feel everytime it gets bigger and notice it to her. And he would definitely love to approach from behind and hug her, placing his hands onto her belly, lifting it up gently to get some weight off her.

Would only allow her to do exercises for pregnant people under his instructions and nothing more. He's too worried to make her hurt herself.

If she'd have weird cravings he would try to fulfill them and then try them out himself because he's up to something new to eat. He would even make a small recipe book.

He would always stay close to her in bed. Even if it's hot in the room he would still try and stick close.

He would carry y/n around whenever she's having any pains or whenever he wants it. He just loves to carry her around.

He would prefer to listen to her belly than to talk to it. Sometimes he would even fall asleep while laying his head on it.

Belphegor

Belphegor wouldn't be able to sleep normally whenever he would feel that something is up with y/n. He would be more irritated than usual and would get strict with y/n, grumbling anytime she goes anywhere he doesn't want her to go. He wouldn't even let his brothers touch her.

Once he learns about the pregnancy he would appear lost in thoughts most of the time. He would be thinking about many things from simple, such as getting a pillow for pregnancy and comfortable clothes, to the complex ones about if he should work harder for her or stay near her instead.

If one of his brothers oversteps her boundaries about physical contact, he would dig a grave for them in a second and get her back to their blanket nest at home.

Ah yes, blanket nest... He would build a nest for her to stay at whenever she needs to feel comfortable and warm at their shared house. Blankets, pillows, even bathrobes would go into the building. He would also build a curtain above it so it's all snuggly inside for y/n. And he would of course crawl in to cuddle her every night.

While cuddling y/n, Belphie would always make sure she's warm and covered in blankets, especially her belly. He might accidentally overdo it and make her sweat sometimes and would have to take care of it before she cools down and catches a cold.

He wouldn't go anywhere without her and let her go anywhere without him. He's too possessive to let anyone close, especially during this delicate time. If you'd see him glaring at you, step back because he's about to strike you down.

He's the gentliest in care. Even if y/n would have a meltdown he would talk to her softly, give her hugs, kisses and solve whatever happened for her. He would never see it as a problem, rather a little inconvenience she is facing and he needs to solve. That would only boost his self-esteem as a man and as a husband.

Would gently massage her legs and belly sometimes even if nothing hurts and sing lullabies for her and the baby inside. Soft talking and kisses are his favorite things to do to her pregnant belly.

Diavolo

He knows what it is immediately, but he's too caring to immediately announce it to y/n. He knows she could get nervous about it, so he would ask Barbatos for an advice about how to approach it better. But before he does he would make sure she doesn't wear anything that would press on her abdomen. No tight clothes anymore. Y/n could notice that he's a bit nervous. Diavolo can't hide his worry for too long after all.

He would find a way to tell her about the fact that she's pregnant gently and carefully and would reassure her about anything that might worry her all while keeping his nervous voice soft and caring. He would also vow to love and cherish their child no matter what, promising to not repeat his father's behavior.

He would sneak out from work while Barbatos isn't looking to spend time with y/n because Dia-papa worries a lot. He would as her a million of questions: if she ate, if it was enough, if the clothes are good, if she's thirsty, if she feels lonely, if she craves anything, if anything hurts. Even if y/n would actually feel okay, he would worry about her every second, because it's his woman and his child, who's he's responsible for. Plus he's scared that she could lose her life while delivering like his own mother did. He would do anything to prevent that even if it means neglecting his work.

The best bedroom is hers even if it's his bedroom. He would let her choose if she wants to share the bed or if she wants to stay alone in her room, but whatever she would choose, he'd move to the next room to rush to her if something happens. But of course he would ask her if he could stay with her.

In public he would not let her go anywhere far from him or Barbatos. If he's busy, he would ask Barbatos to stay with her. If he can stay with her, he would. No getting from his sight.

Diavolo is going to order clothes that would fit her perfectly instead of buying clothes. Even underwear would be specifically made for her to let her feel comfortable during the pregnancy.

If y/n would ever have a meltdown, Diavolo would be cooing at her, holding her in his arms and slowly rocking her from side to side like a baby while talking to her softly and trying to resolve the issue. Forehead, nose and cheek kisses are required during those times.

Diavolo would find the best doctor for her and if he ever sees or feels that they'll doing something against her health, the person would be dealth with immediately. He knows many demons try and push him off his throne so he would be careful around those who are working with his unborn heir.

Diavolo would call y/n beautiful everyday, knowing how much it takes for a woman to create a life. He would treat her like a goddess and everytime her body changes he would shower her in love even more.

Barbatos

He would know about it immediately as well as Diavolo. He'd be hesitant about looking through the possibilities of either of the outcomes. He wouldn't be able to chose if he should tell y/n or to let her figure it out on her own.

Once y/n knows about it he would ask Diavolo for less working hours to spend more time with y/n. He would go to get her everything she needs for the pregnancy and spend some time in his room to see and prevent anything that might happen to the child, leading the timeline to the perfect route from the very start.

Barbatos would make tea mixes for everything that might happen to y/n during the pregnancy from the mild symptoms to the most irritating ones. Yes, he chooses the best route of the timeline, but sometimes the best doesn't mean the easiest...

Gentle kisses and massages plus himself as her doctor. He would learn everything about pregnancy, kids and everything related to that from both Devildom and human realm to make sure everything is going smoothly.

He would adore the pouty face she would make whenever she craves something to eat and would love it even more to fulfill her requests even if they're weird. He would definitely call her naughty for that, lovingly, of course.

Sometimes when exhaustion is taking over he would lay his ear down onto her belly and fall asleep while listening to the sounds of their child.

He would let her talk to others and interact with them, but his eyes would always stay on her. If something happens, he would immediately appear right beside her and solve it. Violently sometimes.

Barb would stare at her for several seconds when she would walk by or sit somewhere beside him. He'd just love to realize that his long life lead him to such a big happiness so he would enjoy it to the fullest.

Even during her pregnancy he would sometimes try and get her laid. Though would probably get laid himself instead. Not that he's against it. It's still his woman after all.

Barbatos would love to lock her in his arms using his tail. Sometimes he would tickle her belly with his tail as well for the sake of giggles.

Lucifer

Everything turned black as night.

Ah, you thought. I’m done.

You slumped into the road, a defenseless mortal wad of pain and anguish, angrily resigned to your fate. In a half-conscious state of deliriousness, you could hear Lucifer’s voice. He sounded madder than that one time he caught one of Asmodeus’ stalkers lurking around the house.

“You have some nerve, targeting my family.”

A gust of hot wind rolled over you. Dirt and sand bounced off your hand. The thought of Lucifer being mad was a strangely small comfort. Though it was something you always avoided, it was also familiar. You'd had to stop Lucifer from overly punishing his brothers on more than one occasion, and even been the source of his ire a number of times. You would rather live through a thousand more of his lectures than simply be torn apart in this obscure alleyway.

“Know your place,” Lucifer scowled, his voice a deep thundering rumble that cut through the creature’s screams.

You couldn’t process what was happening. Your muscles were locked up, everything hurt, your energy was sapped and time seemed to nebulously stretch on forever. You couldn’t even register the pitch black void in front of you as Lucifer’s outstretched wings, shielding you from the utter torture your tormentor was now facing before he ended their life. How very typical that Lucifer would show no mercy to a threat.

Your body was just trying to survive. It paid no heed to the maelstrom of magical power brewing, to the wickedly powerful demonic energy filling the alley. You don’t even know how you came to be cradled in Lucifer’s arms, bundled in his coat. Only that, when you came to, he was wiping your dirty cheek and slicking back matted hair to gaze into your unfocused eyes. His eyebrows were knit together in immense worry. His frown lines were deeper than usual, drawing a sharp border around his grimaced teeth. It was quite unlike him.

Yet there was no time for this. You were being chased. You tried to turn your head, to look over Lucifer’s shoulder and find where that hunter was lurking, oblivious to how the muscles in your neck refused to cooperate. Lucifer’s hold on your back tightened and he tucked you against his chest.

“It’s alright now,” he said. The Avatar of Pride’s voice, full of conviction, sounded like he was trying to assuage himself just as much as you. “I have you.”

“Lucifer?”

It seemed too good to be true, but he nodded in response. From the weak sound of your voice, his shoulders untensed just enough that you could feel them curve in around you.

“I have you,” he repeated. “Rest easy now. We’re going home.”

Mammon

There was a confusing flurry of movement as Mammon placed himself between you and the attacker. The Avatar of Greed looked uncannily menacing with fury in his eyes and an unforgiving scowl on his face. Air from his wings kicked up debris, turning the thin alleyway into a wind tunnel.

“How dare…” He snarled, clenching his hands into fists so hard that his veins popped under his skin. “How dare you touch what’s mine.”

The creature turned tail to run, clearly outmatched, but its fate was sealed the instant Mammon appeared. He caught up in a single leap while winding a punch that sent your attacker flying down the road, into the wall of the building on the corner. It collapsed, sending chunks of brick crashing to the ground while Mammon continued after it.

He didn’t plan ahead, he just moved. Millennia of fighting experience and a massive innate talent made this demon a horrifying predator, something you luckily didn’t see often. Mammon sent a burst of magic to further block the road and created an explosion, shooting smoke and flames into the air. The fiend had to pay dearly, and Mammon would make sure to collect.

You could hear stone getting tossed aside, scattering across the pavement, and heavy whacks as he beat into the monster. The tables had been turned, there was nowhere for it to escape. Mammon’s knuckles ran black and red with its blood, which coagulated between the bent prongs of his rings as he finished the job, bringing the heel of his boot down upon the creature’s skull. An undignified ending for an undignified piece of trash.

Mammon was back at your side before the dust from the fallen wall settled, crying your name, falling to his knees as he lifted your shoulders and pulled you into his lap. He ran his hands over your face, over your arms, down your back in a panicked appraisal. All body parts accounted for.

“That hurts,” you mumbled through a busted lip. Everything hurt. Especially when Mammon gasped in relief and clutched you into a full-body embrace. You wished his jacket didn’t have so many cold metal studs.

“Man, you can’t scare me like this! Moron! Idiot!” he yelled into your shoulder while a warm tear rolled onto your arm. “Why didn’t ya call for me sooner? You could’ve died! How’m I ever supposed to let ya out of my sight if you’re gettin’ in trouble like this, huh!?”

Leviathan

There was a scream, but not from you or your attacker. Leviathan didn’t expect to be summoned into his worst nightmare. One calm moment he was mindlessly collecting daily game bonuses and the next instant his DDD was falling into the street as he stared at your unmoving figure.

You were still breathing, however, there was no time to stop and confirm that. Every kind of anxiety bubbled its way to the surface as Leviathan’s body moved on its own. His teeth clacked together and he couldn't swallow. His tail lashed from side to side, cracking like a whip as heavy raindrops began to flood the alleyway.

Whoever did this was not going to escape. As though playing through a game he'd beaten a dozen times before, the Avatar of Envy’s eyes expertly locked on to his target. For a moment, all they did was stare at each other. The creature’s grin narrowed along with Leviathan’s eyes, and by the time it decided to escape Leviathan had already decided on its fate.

The creature got swept off its feet by a rising flood that came out of nowhere. Even if it could breathe under water, it would not survive the pressure for long.

Leviathan turned his back to hover over you, gloved hands shaking. A deluge cascaded down the alleyway, sparing only the two of you in your own little magic bubble. Heavy stones that had sat for centuries were carried away like pebbles. Building foundations cracked. The roar of water was deafening and drowned out the airless screams of your pursuer, but Leviathan could only hear the heartbeat pounding in his own ears. What was he going to do? What could he do?

A trickle of water had soaked through the dirt, turning part of the dry ground beneath you to mud. Unacceptable. Before he could even think of a proper plan, Leviathan scooped you into his arms and leaned you against him, cradling your head in the least awkward way he could imagine.

“H-hey… Say something?” It was hard for him to talk with tears welling up in his eyes that he couldn’t wipe away. He feared you were past the point of responding. His hands shook and his throat tightened.

The world sounded quiet inside the bubble, aside from Leviathan’s whimpering. You groaned and tried to move your foot, which swelled uncomfortably in its shoe. Leviathan nearly dropped you in relief.

Water, which had just begun receding outside, began falling anew from his eyes as he shakily repeated, “you’re alive! You’re alive!” and nuzzled his forehead against you.

Satan

Wrath flowed through Satan like wet ink on a page. If you asked him later what exactly happened, he wouldn’t be able to tell you. It was a blur to both you and him.

As soon as he laid eyes on you, weak and beaten and alone, Satan called your name. You didn't respond. He dug his nails into his palm, coiled his tail tightly around his leg, and called your name again. After the third time, he saw your finger move and could breathe.

Reason could wait for later. Something stirred in the shadows behind you and Satan really needed a punching bag.

The air grew thick with curses stacked upon curses, layered over one another into deadly combinations that would haunt a being into their afterlife. Though you weren’t the intended recipient, it became a miasma that settled over your skin like a fine blanket and turned your thoughts to haze.

Satan lashed out verbally, speaking the spells you couldn’t and damning the creature into a personal hell of his creation. He shouted his voice hoarse. When the creature could no longer move, or speak, or do anything, Satan tore it apart limb from limb. To complete and total shreds that could never be pieced back together again, until his fury ran its course and gave way to more unpleasant feelings. Desperation, worry, guilt and grief.

He was still mad. Mad at you for not summoning him sooner. Mad at himself for not being there when you needed him. Mad at the universe for being so cutthroat and unforgiving, for allowing such a thing to happen in the first place. It was a deep pit of unpleasantness and you were the one spark of hope that could keep him sane.

He couldn’t let that spark go out. Satan crouched next to you, hovering his hands over your injuries. “It’s okay now,” he said. “It’s gone. I’ll get you home.”

Where was he supposed to touch? He tried to puzzle out the best way to lift you without causing more pain, but no matter what he did, it would hurt. You cried out upon realizing your shoulder was dislocated and ankle most likely broken, shattering his heart into more pieces as he sifted you in his arms.

Satan grit his teeth once more and buried his face in your hair. He gripped you a little too hard, justifying it with the idea that it would stop your bleeding. “I’m sorry it hurts, but hang in there for now. You can be mad at me later.”

Asmodeus

“Hey, hon?”

Asmodeus sounded unnervingly calm. His usual bubbly demeanor was gone. That consistent high pitched energy he brought to every conversation had shifted. You thought you were hearing things. Maybe an angel was talking to you.

“Hon, I need you to look at me.”

Eyelids that felt like steel curtains refused to cooperate. Every time you wrestled your eyes open a smidge, they would fall shut again, blocking out the overstimulating world around you with a deep darkness.

“Stay with me, hon. Look at me. That’s right, just like that.”

You could barely make out Asmodeus’ gorgeous face practically glowing above you. Everything was too bright, and your ears rang as he continued, his voice ever so slightly cracking, “Look only at me and nothing else. Can you do that?”

Some noise of agreement welled out of your throat and Asmodeus grinned sadly. His beautiful demonic form took up your entire vision as your senses gradually, painfully, returned. You realized you were standing, propped up on your own two injured legs but leaning heavily into the crook of Asmodeus’ upper arm. His elbow provided support for your lower back and his hand stretched out between your shoulder blades.

There was a horrible gurgling sound close by, punctured by chokes and desperate gasps and the occasional snap. Your limited line of sight trailed down Asmodeus’ neck and followed his outstretched arm. You craned your neck, willing it to move, to see what was in his hand.

“Ah-ah, eyes on me,” he reminded you, sweet as sugar. “You don’t have to look at anything else. Everything will be okay. Just focus solely on me, and then we can go home and take a nice bath together.”

You would have nodded if you could. Placing your whole attention on Asmodeus’ face gave you something to focus on other than the horrendous pain. He was looking at something just out of view with a cold concentration, yet every few seconds his eyes would flick towards your direction. The gurgling noise got weaker and weaker until, finally, Asmodeus dropped the unseen object in his hand and swept you off your feet, relieving your legs from having to strain any further.

“You did so well,” he cooed, brushing a strand of hair behind your bleeding ear. You had so many injuries. You’d need a whole lot of prescription kisses to get better, per doctor Asmodeus’ orders.

A light gust fanned your face as he flapped his wings, preparing for liftoff. “Eyes on me until we’re home, okay? Don’t look down, even for a second.”

Beelzebub

You had lost consciousness. Though, for how long was uncertain. The ground was shaking when you came to and you could see the sky again. The stars spinned. Your arms throbbed, one from its wounds and the other because you had collapsed on top of it, temporarily cutting off its circulation.

Everything was a total mess and loud noises bounced off what few walls remained on the street. Crunching, snapping, bones splitting in half. Seeing as you were still in one piece, the creature must have found something else to play with. Dust from the rubble billowed up in massive clouds. You hoped to escape under its cover through one of the now-destroyed buildings.

There was a chilling roar. A shout so loud and full of emotion it made the ringing in your ears sound quiet. You were temporarily paralyzed in fear, but the small bit of hope inside of you forced you to drag your leg up and move in order to crawl to shelter.

The sensation was grueling. You winced and gasped and tried to resist crumpling back up on the ground when suddenly, the sound stopped and something hurried your way.

A familiar tall silhouette with familiar red hair and black horns. An unfamiliar red and black streak shining in the starlight coated the front of his shirt. His wings twitched, shedding drops of blood that flecked the ground. 

“You’re alive.” Beelzebub said it more for his own validation than yours. He rubbed his eyes to stop tears from welling up any further. It quickly dawned on him that his hands were covered in gore, which he quickly tried to hide by smearing the viscera on his pants.

Your mind was still out of sorts and you instinctively cowered when he rushed to your side. Beelzebub froze. He couldn’t see the pained expression you wore with your face turned towards the ground, but he saw how your entire body shook with its final traces of adrenaline. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, approaching you more cautiously. “I should have come sooner. No, I should have walked home with you from the start.”

Beelzebub was not used to fragile things. He bent over you like a giant shield, blocking out the destruction he had caused. It was quiet. He dislodged a rock stuck to your shirt and studied all the cuts he was too late to prevent.

The calm allowed your brain stop racing enough to finally recognize him as a friend. You reached out a hand and he picked you up with as light a touch he could muster, supporting your aching knees and keeping your head nestled against his chest as he hugged your shoulders. The wet spot on his shirt was drying. 

"You don't have to worry now," Beelzebub told you. "I'll take care of everything."

Belphegor

You couldn’t see a thing.

Somebody grabbed you from behind. Warm, slender fingers covered your eyes and a voice in your ear stated, “It’s okay. All of this is a bad dream.”

It did not feel like a dream. A banshee-like shriek pierced through the air and you thought your heart would stop. The grip on your face got tighter, almost suffocating. The whole world was dark.

“Everything is just fine,” Belphegor continued. “You’re having a nightmare but it will all be over soon.” 

You were dragged back into a corner, away from the middle of the road. The Avatar of Sloth worked to get you somewhere safe first and foremost. Your shoes skid over the stone ground, sending jolts of pain up your knees as he instructed, “Keep your eyes shut.”

You settled into an uncomfortable slouched position against a cold wall. Belphegor tried to make things better, he knew a thing or two about comfort, but every position was uncomfortable in your state. His hand slid down off your face, making sure your heavy eyelids stayed closed, and you heard footsteps walk away from you. The soft tuft of Belphegor’s tail lingered by your leg just a second longer so you knew he was going to return.

“Disgusting,” he muttered. You didn’t hear it over the shout of agony, something inhuman that got cut off mid-cry. A clear thud indicated something fell to the ground. Then it was kicked.

“Just a bad dream,” Belphegor repeated between kicks. His voice was gentle in an unnatural way. Strained, like he was having a tough time keeping it together. “When you wake up, everything will be fine.”

Thud followed thud. It became rhythmic, like counting sheep, and it got more violent before it finally stopped.

Your own continuous pants of distress continued until Belphegor came back and gently pat your head. You did good, holding out this long and keeping your eyes shut for him.

Levi

Mammon

Asmo

Satan

Beel

Belphie

Ijichi has referred to him as the "most adult of all adults"

Even during Nanami's final moments, he tells Yuji, "You've got it from here," which is very much like the passing down of a torch from one generation to another

The Cancerian man is responsible, reliable and gets the job done, which is why Gojo entrusted Yuji to Nanami

As a Cardinal sign, they are among the initiators of the zodiac - they take action when shit matters

They also don’t play around when it comes to business (some of the most prominent businesspeople in the world share this sign) and can be quite shrewd when it comes to finances (notice how Nanamin also went into finance after quitting jujutsu society)

Money is absolutely central when it comes to security for Cancerians; they never really feel secure despite how much they make

Cancer is the sign of the crab, which carries its home around at all times. It also rules the 4th House in the natal chart, which is the house of home and family

Nanami is similarly minded: home and his downtime is never far from his mind. Overtime is a binding vow and one which he’d prefer not to use. The man really just wants to go home, cook something delicious and eat it by himself with a fine glass of wine and a good book

Home — and, by extension, his privacy — is his safe place; Nanami’s refuge from the violently topsy-turvy world of jujutsu

Gege has mentioned that Nanami would've wanted to get married, just not while actively working as a sorcerer, which, once again, makes perfect sense because he's just too caring and responsible to leave someone he loves as a WIDOW!! 😭😭😭 (we shall NOT talk about this)

The 4th house also presides over childhood (e.g. his insistence on letting kids be kids), nostalgic memories (more on this below) and parental figures (see Yuji above and Ino as well, to a certain extent)

In short, the 4th house is about FOUNDATIONS, and Nanami's character, in particular, feels as solid and reliable as that of a well-built house

Much has been made about his desire to retire to Malaysia, and in a sense, this can be seen as a return to his roots, as evidenced by the following panels in the manga:

Going somewhere south, to return to who he once was, is very reminiscent of the both the 4th house and the South Node (one's "home base," comfort zones, habits and patterns) - more on this later

The 4th house is the most sentimental of the houses, and Nanami can arguably be considered one of the more empathetic characters of the JJK verse (along with Yuji, Yuta and Yaga, for instance)

All that softness aside, don't fuck with Cancers. They may be the nurturing "parents" of the zodiac, but just like a mother bear protecting her cubs, they will cut you if you mess with them and the people they care about. They are STRONG AF in ways that result in more than just visible muscle mass and they take their responsibilities seriously. That shell is hard for a reason. They can take whatever life dishes out.

Sometimes though, they may have to retreat within that shell to heal, much like Nanami did by leaving the jujutsu world after Haibara's death. But they eventually come back to clean up that bullshit garbage

The hard shell protects the soft, emotional innards of the man — the empathetic side that exists deep within Nanami at his core. The stoic face is a form of protection for someone who has already seen and felt too much, too soon

Resilience is the name of the game (even Gojo, after finally escaping the Prison Realm, mentioned that he thought Nanami, of all people, would survive anything)

Nanami Kento, however, continues to live on through the deep influence he's had on others, not just Yuji Itadori and Ino Takuma (who always asks "what would Nanami do?"), but also via his own blunt blade being reincarnated to a second life as a weapon in Ino's hands:

Like the moon by which Cancer is ruled, Nanami's influence enables others to find their way when they feel lost in darkness

Cancers can also feel insecure and inadequate on the inside

One gets a very visceral sense of this especially after Haibara's death, when Nanami says to Geto, "why don't we just let Gojo handle everything from now on?"

Furthermore, in a later scene, he advises Yuji not to compare himself to Gojo because it’s a sure path to disappointment - highly suggesting that Nanami, at one point or another, also harboured similar feelings of not being able to measure up to the Strongest

In addition to the watery elements of his chart, Nanami Kento also strikes one as having significant Earth influence

Virgoan vibes in his insistence on getting things done correctly in the right way (whether as a jujutsu sorcerer or in his role as a salaryman) - see the Virgo insistence on PRECISION below:

The Virgo influence can also be seen by the way his mind never seems to be at rest: he loves to read, is commonly depicted with a book or newspaper on his downtime, and said he would love to get around to finally reading all the books he accumulated but haven't yet had the chance to read (his general stoic demeanour makes me feel like this is more of a Virgo influence than Gemini, which tends towards a more sociable and lighthearted personality despite both being ruled by Mercury)

Taurus placements are hinted at in the way he delights in earthly and sensual pleasures: good food and wine, his desire to retire to the beach and surround himself with sun, sand, surf and simplicity (Gege makes no secret of the fact that this man is a canon foodie)

Capricorn folks, like Cancers, are also all about their business. Real boss energy.

Undoubtedly, Nanami’s character has a very heavy Saturnian influence: stern and strict when adhering to rules and regulations, he believes in structure and order. This typically puts him at odds with Gojo's flighty nature, and the two serve as beautiful foils to each other, especially in Yuji's life

Saturn is Father Time, and nothing characterizes Nanami Kento better than his near-obsessive relationship with time (Overtime, anyone? lol)

He can't help noticing all the ways in which time is passing him by (e.g. finding more and more of his hairs on his pillow, no longer being able to find his favourite sandwich at the konbini)

And he looks forward to a retirement he will never actually have 😭

When it is revealed near the end of the manga (see earlier manga panel) that he asked Mei Mei for advice on where he should relocate to for retirement, she gave him the option of heading North if he essentially wants to live for the future, but opting for the South if he wants to revisit the past. Nanami chose Malaysia, which, once again, harkens back to the 4th house and South Node themes of nostalgia for times gone by

Saturn's iconography is typically associated with a sickle, reminiscent not only of death but also the reaping of the harvest (c.f. Nanami's special connection with wheat through his great love of bread)

Nanami Kento's character is very much a man of the earth: no-nonsense to the core. He is the one you call on when shit hits the fan

Along a similar vein, part of his decision to return to the jujutsu world involved his thoughts surrounding why people whose jobs are so far removed from the circle of life are paid disproportionately more - it didn't sit right with him

But underneath all this heavy earthiness, the man is a Cancer that cares to its own core about the people in his life

this is highly apparent in how he prioritizes the safety of the students and others

Finally, let’s talk about the fact that Nanami’s birthday falls within the second decan of Cancer, which means there is a significant Scorpio (Plutonian) influence on his expression of the sign. These folks aren't afraid of death.

Nanami's trusted inner circle may be tiny, but they truly understood the fierce loyalty and devotion he's capable of (e.g. his willingness to sacrifice himself as a shield to protect Megumi when they were in Dagon's domain)

He is a man who would (and did) put everything on the line, fighting until he was literally on his last legs...

...which is why we crown him KING KENTO 👑💕

For being hearth and home, parent and protector - a place of safe refuge for so many characters in this show.

RIP King

MAMMON

At first glance, he seems like the fun boyfriend everyone wants to have at least once in their lives.

At first he picks you up in the front gate and drops you off whenever you want with his expensive car everyday

He was active in messages too, always sending you memes and a fair amount of sweet messages

But his red flags are really... Hard to deal with.

The type of boyfriend that will forget to pick you up and leave you hanging on for hours without any warnings

When confronted he'll be oh so sweet begging for forgiveness and even giving you a few thoughtful gifts

Or so you thought, at some point those "thoughtful" gifts started to feel like he's only giving it to you in the guise of "thoughtfulness" so that he doesn't need to buy anything expensive

The type of boyfriend that will ask you to buy them those expensive perfumes or watches for their birthday or whatever events he deems as "important"

The type of boyfriend that doesn't reply to you but has new posts

Once hinted that he find people with standards entitled

If he seems too nice, he probably wants something

Actively hints that he would want a spouse that provides for him

He's the type to give you that looks that says "Are you for real, right now?" during arguments about your bounderies

Then his comfort will absolutely feel fake

That argument reached the groupchat

LEVIATHAN

Because of how introverted and closed off he is, managing to be in a relationship with him feels like an achievement since it become a living proof on how much patience and perseverance you have

Having him as a boyfriend is also really fun because he's cute and it's fulfilling to watch his walls slowly deteriorate when it comes to you

Until he got to comfortable

A man child, if you don't think so, you're blinded by love.

He's the type of boyfriend you need to look after like how you look after a child

Telling him when to eat, when to shower, when to sleep without making him feel like shit

Because god forbids you tell him the truth, you might as well have insulted his whole being

It feels totally tiring how sensitive he can be and how easily he builds his wall up again and again everytime you do something he doesn't like

And at the same time, he's insensitive when it comes to you

He wants you to spend all your time with him but when you do, he spends his entire time with that god forsaken computer

Another dry texter when it comes to things that he has no interest with

Replies "K." to a long message you spilled your heart on making

Actually the type to watch your stories without liking them, he honestly just forgot

Irrationally jealous

Maybe not during the relationship but he used to like pictures of models with extreme body proportions

SATAN

Having him as a boyfriend with an addition of a tutor and a stable partner for life is what it may seem like to the public

But that's a far cry from the truth

Starting off strong, his hate for lucifer gets in the way of your relationship in every way possible

He's the avatar of wrath

He sometimes use you to one up lucifer by making you act better than Lucifer's significant other

At first it was fun but it gets tiring

He will teach you without complain but when he's in a bad mood, it often shows in his patience

Type to slam things, close the door too loud when mad

The pressure of being in a relationship with someone like him who seems perfect is also really extreme

Sometimes, you can feel that he doesn't belive in you but still helps you in a half-assed way unless you show him you're serious

Doesn't respect his parent

I feel like he's the type of person to talk trash other people to you only, in short, he's a fake ass bitch

ASMODEUS

Omfg

Avatar of lust

Must I say more

Probably has sneaky links

Some really harsh backhanded compliments

Manchild

A literal mean girl

Don't get me wrong, he can be really sweet and can be the perfect spouse btt you need to get through shit tons of problems first

Uses your name in lies

Drama follows him

Being in a relationship with him is the same as saying goodbye to your peace

That's something none of you can deny

He's not exactly the calm wave that envelopes your feet when you walk by the shore

He's more of the harsh waves that threatens to knock the light house over

He doesn't push sex though

He might be shitty but he's not shitty like that

No spatial bounderies whatsoever though

You need to be vocal about ervything because he's not going to stop doing anything unless your firmly told him to

Pushes bounderies too often

Really sneaky

Starbucks dick sucker

BEELZEBUB

Well he's a fangol player.

(I stopped writing here because I literally can't think of anything )

One thing is probably how he doesn't usually express his love with words

So at first it can be confusing since he's doing all the things couples do but he doesn't even confirm it with you

He expects you to understand the meaning behind his gestures yourself

He even gets frustrated sometimes when you don't understand his actions

Probably once told you to go to gym once, didn't mean anything behind it, he just wanted to go to gym with you but yk it doesn't always come across the same way

BELPHEGOR

Exact opposite of his twin

Never put this bitch in a relationship

Another dry texter

Type to get mad at you when your location is off

Either hot or cold no in between

Probably ghosts you then come backs like nothing happened

Low effort but high expectations

When you're mad, instead of properly consoling you, he sometimes just gives you money

Leaves you in delivered

He's the type of boyfriend that subtly affects your life

“Mnhm! And remember to move your hips too. It’s all about feeling the music, alright?” You respond gently, voice softly guiding him. 

Your bodies are almost flush together, hands and fingers entwined as you slowly make your way through the steps of a dance you insisted on teaching your boyfriend. 

There’s music in the background, the soft and familiar sound of trumpets filling the dimly lit room along with the warmth radiating off of the lamp. It casts shadows upon your own face and his, his sharp features turning soft in the orange glow. 

Your hands are pressed together, palm to palm in a gentle hold as your arms outstretch and balance each other out while you guide him through the small and slow movements of the dance. 

Right foot, turn, left foot, back, forward, repeat. 

He shifts slightly, his body unnaturally stiff as he tries to follow through and feel the music as you said. He spins, and he has to bite back a gasp when you exclaim a small “yes!” at him getting the step and timing right. 

His eyes light up, face looking back at your own before a small giggle makes its way out of you. 

“H-hey, I told you not to laugh.” He whispers shyly, holding back his own laugh as the grip of your hand in his falters. 

“I know, I know.” You reply, “It’s just you look so cute, all focused and everything.” 

His face flushes, a soft pink dusting his cheeks before a smile begins to tug at his lips. He gulps down a noise he has to stop himself from making, his chest filling with an inexplicable warmth. 

His fingers start mindlessly playing with your own, the entwined digits grounding him as his thumb starts to roll over and feel your knuckles.

“I wanna get it right for you,” Choso admits softly, the sound not even a whisper before he bends over to lean in. 

One of his hands lets yours go, softly tracing down the expanse of your arm before coming up to stroke your cheek. 

His hand leaves behind a trail of chills, your mind suddenly all too aware of the closeness of his body and the way he’s looking at you. 

“And you are,” You whisper back. A warmth crawls to your cheeks, and you bite back a smile of your own.

You have half the mind to look away before his other hand places itself on your hip, making your movements come to a pause. 

“Am I really?” Choso asks, voice soft in that way it gets before he starts baring his entire soul out to you. 

Your heart jolts like it remembers what the tone means. You gulp back your own little gasp of surprise. 

“You’re perfect.” 

“Yeah?” He tilts his head, eyes peering down at you through his thick lashes. 

You tense, suddenly shy beneath his gaze. 

“Yeah.” 

He hums softly in response, letting himself lean in closer and closer until your foreheads are touching. 

You can hear his breathing, feel the warmth of it on your cheeks and skin. The soft rise and fall of his chest pressed against your own, and you can almost hear the way his heart starts to beat in time with yours. 

It's quiet for a second, the low sound of the music continuing on in the background filling your ears before he starts to speak again. 

“What’s this song saying anyways?” He whispers, genuine curiosity spilling as the words leave his lips. 

“Aah,…”You pause your breathing for a moment, holding your tongue to listen in on the song that was still playing before roughly beginning to translate. 

No, no te puedo olvidar

No, no te puedo borrar

Tú me enseñaste a querer

Me enseñaste a bailar

“I can’t forget you, I can’t erase you. You taught me how to love, you taught me how to dance.” 

The words come out almost mindlessly, as if you were reading them off of some newspaper and have said them time and time again. And to be fair you have. Though instead of reading, you’ve always just sung the lyrics at the top of your lungs. In a car with the windows down, in a club where the volume of the bass started to make your ears bleed. 

They were sweet, familiar in a way that made you forget what they really meant. And saying them out loud made you realize you actually had never really felt them until now. 

It also made it easy to forget it was actually Choso’s first time ever hearing them. 

Your hands move up to his neck, resting on his shoulder tops as you try to resume the steady movements you two were following with the still faint beat of the song. Your feet softly starting shuffling, hips slowly beginning to sway once more before realizing he’d entirely stopped again. 

His body, which was previously warm and relaxed, is now stiff again. 

“Hmm?” You tilt your head up the instant you notice, “What’s wrong?”

Your heart almost drops at the sight of his face.

His eyes are glossy, all teary and wet as he tries to fight back a frown from pulling at his lips. They quiver gently, brows even furrowing a bit more harshly now as his wide eyes peer into yours. 

“N-nothing.” He sniffles softly, the hand at your waist suddenly squeezing you tighter. As if he was trying to ground himself and keep you. 

You tilt your head skeptically, your own brows furrowing before leaning closer in. 

“Choso…” 

“It’s nothing, really! I swear.” He sniffs again, shaking his head and the tears away before hurridly burying his head into your neck. 

You can feel the wetness of his cheeks on your own skin, sighing slightly before letting the smile you’d been fighting back finally win. It takes everything in you not to tease him. 

His nose nuzzles itself into where your shoulder and collarbones meet, softly humming into you before opening his lips.

“Just love you so much.” 

The words come out soft, almost scared and like an embarrassing confession. They’re also muffled, the sound hardly catching in your ears yet you’re still able to feel them in your heart all the same. 

You probably would’ve found it silly if it weren’t for the way he starts to hold you. His hands start snaking up your back, fingers gripping at your shirt like he was trying not to have you slip through his fingers. They  start to shake at your back, gently rubbing themselves all over the expanse as if to feel if you were really there. 

The action has your heart clenching, and you suddenly find yourself fighting back your own sniffles.

“Dork.” You whisper, taking in a stupidly shaky breath before wrapping your arms fully around his neck. 

His body slumps over yours, leaning into you with his full weight while taking all of yours in. 

The music continues on in the background, the warmth of the lamplight still continuing to color you both as the song playing begins to fade into another about love. 

Choso starts to move again, feet shuffling back and forth softly before yours begin to follow. 

Your bodies move gently, no longer following any coherent beat or rhythm, but rather the pace of your own hearts. 

There’s a little voice at the back of your head telling you that you guys should probably separate and do the dance right. Yet, you can’t help but to prefer this one you’ve both made on your own.

Thank you for reading </3 Comments and reblogs are v much appreciated! If you have any insights please leave them kindly

a/n: Lowkey inspired by this pic i cant even lie to yall