✨Cats playing happily in Winter Wonderland🍭

Now, on to the main point of this post:

I don't think Meowz is going back to writing considering she's overwhelmed with her studies atm and I totally understand (I mean, I did the same thing by abandoning this blog just so I can graduate :')) And I, too, haven't been writing for the past few years so... yeah, you got the gist.

However, I'm trying to get my writing groove back because I feel like my life is very hectic at the moment, and the only time I actually feel alive instead of being a zombie zooming through life was when I was still writing stories and being creative. And I want to keep writing because I love to do it. I love sharing stories and ideas with all of you.

Let me be clear that I'm not following the new Obey Me game (nor will I ever, I'm too busy to play it atm ㅠㅠ), so my characterisation for them will probably go down the drain and off to the deepest abyss. But, I just scrolled through my WIPs idea in Google Doc and stumbled upon one story that I think will make me feel happy writing once more.

You all remember my RoyaltyAU Lucifer fic? Yeah, this next one will be about Mammon. I will need some time to tune my brain to switch from formal academic language to casual creative language (and also get my OG!Mammon characterisation correctly), but I will try my best to post them, regardless if my language, writing, grammar or characterisation is bad. I just want to keep writing for once ❤️

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After breakfast, Simeon offered his arm, which you joyfully took as you walked outside.

"Have fun on your date!" came Luke's voice.

"We will!" You called back and you both chuckled at his enthusiasm.

As you walked past the gates of Purgatory Hall, Simeon reached out a hand to grab yours, holding it in his own as you walked side by side. To where, he wasn't quite sure, but it was nice to be able to hang out with you casually like this and enjoy the starry skies, accompanied by the sounds of peaceful chattering all around you as the demons go along with their daily lives.

A few demons can be seen opening up shops while some street vendors shouting above the crowds and trying to attract customers.

Simeon noticed you looking at a shop nearby with interest. Curiosity piqued, he followed your line of sight, landing on a clothes shop where a couples' shirt—sweater—was on display on a mannequin. It was brown with bright orange embroidery filling its top area with giant letters that spelt, ‘Amore’ in cursive.

It was… unique, for lack of better words. Ugly, if Simeon was to be frank.

"Sim, can we…" you looked up at him, pointedly flicking your eyes between him and that hideous, hideous sweater. "Would you like to buy a pair to match with me?"

"Are you sure?" He looked at the sweater hesitantly. It didn't suit him at all, he thinks.

But one look into your eyes, and he already knew he'd lose the battle.

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Devildom witnessed another sight that day. Being Asmodeus’s lover, it’s rare to find you wearing something… out-of-fashion.

But then again, you're also dating Satan...

Ah, who cares? When it comes to being in love, doing things you enjoy with your lover is more important!

And so that was what you two did.

Strolling down the streets, you didn't care how you were the centre of attention. The sweater attracted many stares and whispers from passersby and strangers alike as you two walked hand in hand.

Simeon was concerned as the small whispers and snickers might affect your good mood, but you didn't show any remorse or negative feelings. You were even smiling.

At first, he wasn’t too sure of the sweater; it was not exactly his taste, but the way you delicately traced the fabric of the clothes earlier made his heart swell.

You love the sweater because it reminded you of the first sweater he knitted for you.

It was when he first learnt how to knit and surprisingly, with his beginner skill, he managed to get the sweater done within two days. Of course, it wasn’t perfect, but it’s Simeon’s own handwork, something special made by him, for you.

Simeon originally wanted to store it away since it wasn’t good enough to be given to anyone, but you insisted on wearing it.

“Ah, please, you don't have to…" he said when the sweater had somehow ended up in your hands, "I can make you a better one."

“What? No!" You were offended at his suggestion as if he'd just insulted your nation, entire bloodline and your pet as well. "And throw away all your hardwork? I'm keeping this, thank you."

And you immediately threw it on, wearing a smile as big as the smile you're wearing now. But your face fell when you saw his, which he now guessed must've shown his guilt.

"Sim, don't feel bad for this, it's perfect," you cupped his cheek.

"But, it's so-"

"It's perfect," you said before he had any chance to degrade his work, "You knitted this with me in mind and I appreciate that. So thank you, Sim."

And he was reminded why he fell in love with you, once again, as you both wore yet another ugly sweaters in the streets of Devildom, wishing these moments could last forever.

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It's lunchtime, he realised, when he saw you drool at just the thought of the pastries on a poster.

"Should we stop by this shop?" he asked, nodding towards said pastry shop.

"Can we?" A certain light shone in your eyes, and he didn't think it's even possible for him to say no. Not when you're as cute as you are.

He already knew you have his entire being wrapped around your human finger.

"Anything for you."

And with a courteous hand, into the store you both went, lining up and checking out the menu displayed above the counter as he scanned through all the unique Devildom ingredients. There were some from the Human World too...

"Do you have anything in mind yet, sweetheart?"

You pursed your lips, deep in thought.

"The Witch's Hut has familiar flavours which I know would taste good…" you said, "But I'm really curious how that Black Widow one would taste… Ah! I can't choose!"

You held your head in your hands, contemplating between the two. You just had a hearty breakfast—Simeon's food was that delicious, alright—so you know you couldn't stomach any more than one portion, but they both look so good. 

You’re amusing, Simeon thought, as he watched your unconscious actions. But it also didn't sit right for him to ignore you when you're so distressed, especially as the line gets closer.

"How about we buy both of the flavours?" he questioned, and your focus finally averted from the menu to him, a questioning look on your face. Adorable.

"You can buy the Witch's Hut, and I'll buy the Black Widow. That way, we can share each other's."

It must’ve been the answer that you were hoping to find because you beamed at his suggestion and quickly nodded. 

If only you two weren’t in public right now… Because the angel was trying very hard not to kiss you on the lips with the smile you’re having on your face right now.

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Just as your orders arrived, you delightedly took out your D.D.D and took some photos of the beautifully arranged pastries. You'd also gestured for Simeon to come closer so you could take a picture, posing in a multitude of different ways.

Simeon being naturally photogenic made the photos turned out spectacular.

"I'm sending this to the group chat," you said, and he placed his chin on top of his hand, nodding as you indulge in your own little world with the phone, editing your pictures and whatever it is you do with phones. Simeon wouldn't know.

Ding!

A message came through his D.D.D and still having a bit of a problem unlocking it, it took a while for Simeon to open the texting app before finally managing it.

My Starlight: *sent a photo

Asmodeus: WHAT. WAS. THAT?!

Satan: I think that’s a crepe? And some other pastries.

Beelzebub: The pastries look delicious!

Barbatos: I agree 😊

Luke: Take me with you someday!

Asmodeus: No! Not that! The SWEATER! WHAT’S WITH THOSE UGLY– UGH!

My Starlight: Hey! What’s wrong with it? I love the sweater :(

Luci 😇: Asmo! 😠

Asmodeus: …

Asmodeus: Sorry love… But you still look cute regardless of anything that you wear ;D

Simeon: Do I look good in this sweater too?

Mammon: Don’t push yer luck! 😡

Simeon couldn’t help but laugh at the heated discussion going on inside the chatroom. It wasn’t anything important, really, but even if he wasn’t being his cheeky self today, he still enjoyed witnessing the brothers’ banters. 

He decided to read the conversation for his personal entertainment later, but for now, he’s focusing on making his date the happiest person in all three realms.

And from your smile, he'd like to think he's succeeding.

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By the time you two left the cafe, clouds were gathering in the skies above the town. A thunderous storm was heard coming from a distance, and he looked at you worriedly.

“Did you bring any umbrella, Sim?” you asked.

He shook his head.

“Well, I didn’t either...” 

Rain was acidic for humans here, and you both knew that. But thankfully, Solomon had given you a charm that'd protect you from the rain's negative effects. It wouldn't protect your clothes from getting wet, though… 

As you two pondered on various ways to get home, drops of water had started pouring in from the sky, only seeming to get heavier with each second that passed by.

Wouldn't it be better to go now than later, if it's only going to get worse?

"Race back to my room?" Simeon said, and you grinned.

"Last to reach there has to do whatever the winner wants!" you shouted, dashing out the door before he could even understand your words. He ran right after you.

"MC! Wait!"

Devildom’s sky must be irritated by the sight of you and your lover still wearing those hideous sweaters, because it continued to rain down a hefty amount of water onto the Devildom grounds, drenching you both in its acid. Amidst the adrenaline rush and pleasant smell of the rains, you both neared Purgatory Hall.

You were still laughing by the time you arrived at Simeon’s place, drenched from the rain, yet nothing felt better than the sight of his lover laughing and living life to the fullest.

But of course, you're still wet from the rain.

And he did not want you to get a cold. So, he urged you to get a shower and quickly changed to a dry and more comfortable clothes.

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You were greeted by a scrumptious smell coming from the kitchen. By the time you left Simeon’s shower, he was nowhere to be found. But what you did find is a set of clothing placed neatly on his bed. You assumed it was for you.

When you left his room, you saw a little angel panicking over another one of your lovers, “Don’t add that Solomon! That’s meant for cooking! Not for baking!”

“Come on, what’s the harm? I’m just putting one teaspoon of it.” Solomon grinned, clearly teasing the little angel.

“But that’s curry powder! I’m trying to make cream puff! Not curry puff!” Feeling exasperated, Luke turned over to you for help, “MC! Help me! Solomon’s trying to sabotage my cream puff!”

You laughed, “Alright Sol, come here. Don’t bother Luke.”

The sorcerer immediately abandoned the poor angel alone, happy to indulge in your attention instead. 

“So tell me, how has your day been today?” You gave him a smile and cupped your hands onto his cheeks before giving them a gentle squeeze.

“Boring? Because you’re not here with me,” Solomon said, leaning closer to your touch. “I can’t wait for my day to arrive so I can have you all to myself.”

Before you even manage to reply, you felt an arm pulling you from behind, pulling you back into someone's chest.

“Yes, that is true. But maybe you’ve forgotten that it’s my day today? Hmm?”

Simeon is a kind angel. But times like these made it clear that he wasn’t naive.

Even angels can feel jealousy, right?

Solomon smiled, though you can tell it was a bit strained.

“Alright, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. So make sure you return the favour someday, okay, Simeon?” Solomon left once again after giving you a chaste kiss on the cheek.

No chance to tease Luke and no chance of having his lover to himself, he resorted to going back to his room where multiple of his research books were waiting to be read.

Simeon's hold on you relaxed, and you sighed. Your lovers sure can get possessive at times, and you leaned back, giving him a pat on the cheek. 

"There there, Mr Christopher Peugeot," you turned around to face him, cupping his pouting face. "Today's your day, I know that. I was only asking him some questions, alright?" You gave him a peck on the lips, running your fingers through his hair, and he melted into your touch.

"Now, let's get dinner ready, shall we? Before Solly comes back here when he's bored of the research papers."

A shiver ran down his spine at the thought of Solomon returning to help with the food.

"Of course, my love."

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The night was spent with all four of you watching movies together. The little angel insisted on wanting to watch this super popular movie Levi recommended the other day, and you all agreed. It was fun nonetheless, but after a tiring day that evening, you couldn’t help but accidentally doze off a few times during the movies. 

“Should we call it a night?” Solomon suggested, considering Luke himself was also getting sleepy.

“I’m so sorry, everyone…” you apologised, knowing full well they were excited to stay up all night talking to you like they had intended.

“It’s alright, we understand. Good night, MC.” Luke went over to you and give a good night hug before running towards Solomon so he could tuck him to bed. Usually, it was Simeon’s job, but for today, the sorcerer offered to do it instead because he wanted to give more alone time for Simeon and you.

A comfortable silence descended in the living room and you had your back to Simeon's chest as the movie continued playing in the background. You then heard him call out your name softly.

"Hm?" you asked, turning your head slightly towards him as a sign of paying attention.

"I love you, you know that?"

His gentle rubbing motions on your waist didn't stop, and you laid your heavy head on his chest.

"Of course, Sim," you muttered.

"Thank you, MC, for everything."

He was happy—that much was obvious—being there with you.

The dim moonlight sneaked in through the curtains as your breathing turned even. He joined not soon after, content with you in his arms, the howling wind being a witness to the love and peacefulness he only ever shared with you.

A/N: I remember writing this scene together with Meowz and having an absolute laughing fit over the sweater incident. It's her idea to include that 😂 - Han

Thank you for reading! Reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated ✨

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The clock struck midnight, and the Avatar of Sloth dragged his feet to your room. The house was quiet except for several mumblings from his third-oldest brother’s room. The light from his eldest brother’s study also suggested the demon wasn’t asleep yet.

Belphie yawned once again, eyes ready to shut themselves and just let his body fall down to this comfy-looking hallway. 

But no! He couldn’t! It’s his turn today, so by right, he should be there by your side.

No longer bothering to knock, he opened the door and shut it behind himself as softly as possible before walking in the dark to his destination. 

You were sleeping soundly on your bed, with the comfy blanket he bought for you covering your body. The temperature for the night was a bit chilly, so Belphie could imagine how comfortable you were under the blanket.

Smiling to himself, he laid down beside you with his arms wrapped around your waist.

You must have felt the bed dipped beside you because you shifted your position to face him, “–love ‘startin’ the round wit ou, Belphi...” Your words were slurring, a clear indication that you were not fully awake to greet him. Your movements were sloppy and clumsy as you draped the blanket over his figure.

Battling his own drowsiness, Belphie gave you kisses on your eyebrows, instinctively pulling you closer.

His body pillow; his natural body warmer; his love.

“I love you.” 

“Love you too, Belphie.” 

And so he slept without a care in the world, except for the presence of his beloved snuggling up close to him. Even the clanking sounds of kitchen equipment beside your room the following day didn’t bother either of you. 

But time is ticking, and as much as the others want to let Belphie control how long you two spend the time sleeping in, a little bit of sympathy reigned upon them for their dearest baby brother.

“Wake up, sleepyheads! It’s 12! Aren’t ya supposed to be somewhere later?” Mammon harshly tugged off the blanket covering your and Belphie’s body.

“Screw off!” Belphie whined before pulling you closer by the waist, hoping you could warm him.

“And what? Ya planned to spend the day in MC’s room till nighttime?”

Upon hearing Mammon’s comment, Belphie shot up from the bed, wide awake. 

“I almost forgot about that.” He slipped off your bed and told you to shower and get ready.

His sudden shift in actions made you giggle as you stretched your body and greeted Mammon good morning—or good afternoon, to be exact. 

Mammon reciprocated the greeting before planting a kiss on the crown of your head, “Breakfast is on the table. Be quick before Beel notices.” 

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Knowing Belphie, he won’t go too far from the House of Lamentation for your date, right? 

Wrong!

For the first time ever, Belphie invited you to a camp date near the deep forest behind R.A.D. 

“Don’t worry, Lucifer and Diavolo know where we are. I told them about this place. And we’ve checked the surroundings before Lucifer allowed me to take you here,” he explained, a smile still plastered on his face at the fact that he got to spend the whole day with you without any of your other lovers around.

At his words, you laughed, “Alright, I trust you, Belphie.”

Belphie had chosen a lowland area near a stream or river for you two to set up the tent. Around two metres from the camping site were the famous fields of glowing spider flowers. The glow from the flowers lit up the whole field, and became the source of light to see under the dark sky of Devildom. The scene was breathtaking and it’s very Devilgram-worthy.

After successfully setting up the tent together, Belphie began laying down a large mat for you two to sit on. He then looked back to see his lover taking several photos of the glowing spider flowers. 

“Do you like my surprise?”

“Very.” The sight of you beaming never failed to bring his heart into a skip.

“If you’re done taking photos, come lay down with me.”

After a few minutes, you joined him. Laying your head on his arm, Belphie brought you closer to him before giving you a quick kiss on your cheeks. 

“Did you know Devildom has its own constellations?” 

“Yes, but tell me more,” you said, snuggling up close before extending your hand to play with his hair. You massaged his scalp gently, an action you knew he loved dearly.

“Devildom’s stars weren't like the stars from the Human World. It’s there because of Lord Diavolo’s magic. He was intrigued by the stars from the Human World, so he planned to create a sky like those. You can probably guess this though, but he gave each of us brothers the privilege to have our own stars,” Belphie then pointed to the far right above the sky, “That one’s Lucifer’s. And beside him are Asmo’s.”

Belphie faced you once again with a smile before continuing, “Mine is right there, beside Beel’s. And in the middle are Mammon’s, Levi’s and Satan’s. So if we put all the stars together, it creates a constellation.”

The connected stars gave out the shape of some sort of wings.

Wings to remember that they are fallen angels.

Wings to remember that they have one another as a family.

And wings to remember that they’ll protect the star who’s aligned directly in the middle of the wing shape.

“So whose star is that in the middle, Belphie?”

“Guess.”

“Diavolo?”

Belphie chuckled instantly, “It’s you, MC.”

His statement must have surprised you, so he continued, “You see those four stars around the corner of your star? Those are Diavolo’s, Barbatos’s, Simeon’s and Solomon’s. It portrayed them as your guardians.”

“That’s… I–” tears starting forming in your eyes, “I never knew you guys loved me this much. Thank you… really…”

Belphie brought his hand closer to your cheeks to wipe those tears away. He then leaned in and gave you a kiss, wanting to hold you close. The one lying beside him held his heart dear and at the sight of you crying—even though it’s tears of joy—made him frown slightly. 

You; the human who set him free from the attic.

You; the human whom he had let anger consume his rationality.

You; the human he once killed.

You; who was kind enough to forgive him for his action.

You; who found a place in your heart to love him like he loves you.

You; the one he can’t live without.

And now he finally understood why Lilith did what she did. 

Because love is beautiful and fragile. He can never guess when it’ll end; but for sure, he will fight the hardest to get his love back.

“My star, thank you for loving me.” Belphie wasn’t one to share his emotions with anyone. In fact, you’ve never once seen him cry before. So, this sight in front of you shocked you to the core.

“Belphie–”

“Shush, it’s okay, just listen,” Belphie grabbed your hand and pulled it closer to his chest, “I know I’ve done many unforgivable things to you in the past. You were only trying to help, yet I did the worst thing to you. I’m really sorry… My actions may have questioned you further because I was quick to accept you when Diavolo told us you’re Lilith’s descendant. To be truthful, I did calm down after listening to his explanation, but not because I saw you as Lilith; no. It’s because I realised my sister lived a happy life with her love. And for once, I want to see her point of view, too.”

Belphie then took your hand from his chest to his lips, kissing it softly before continuing, “I didn’t expect to fall in love with you because… well… I did that to you… But this feeling can’t be contained anymore. And I’m starting to think you’re the crazy one for accepting me.” This earned a laugh from you.

“But in all honesty, I really am grateful to meet you, fall in love with you, and have you by my side like this.” 

Belphie took something out of his pocket, revealing a shiny silver necklace with a star pendant. He then unchained the necklace, wrapped it around your neck and chained it back, causing the charm to dangle freely above your chest. 

“My Star.”

He earned a warm hug from you and a thank you while you were sobbing on his chest. His grip on you tightened, never wanting to let you go too. 

Under the starry sky of Devildom, Belphie professed his love time and time again to the human who stole his heart.

A/N: 🍊- Me and Meowz actually wrote this and wanted to make this project as our first collaboration when we first became friends on 2021. But it's harder than we thought because we had to write 13 chapters of different characters and capturing their personality is so hard. So, to not make it as waste, I'll be uploading the chapters that 'survived', and maybe, if we have enough motivation and inspiration one day, we will finish this series. Sorry for that.

Thank you for reading! Feedbacks are highly appreciated ✨

If you don't hug or kiss him for a day, at least once, he'll find himself in a very low mood.

His gameplay will be affected, and he'll eat much less than usual.

Before dating you, Beel didn't really know how to sulk properly. He's used to prioritising others'—aka his brothers'—needs before his, so he didn't fret much. But with you, he's learning that wanting something is okay.

So witnessing Beel sulking like this made everyone, even his coach, call you and ask for your help.

And you'll be a bit guilty of not knowing that it affects him this much. Since then, you started the day with some cuddles with Beel.

Beel is pleased :D

And since he usually wakes up earlier for his workout routine, he'll try his best not to wake you up. After all, nothing warms his heart more than having you sleeping soundly on his bed.

Although, the actual reason is that once you're awake, you'll coax him back to bed and cuddle with you. And that will make Beel skip his morning workout routine.

If you decide to sleep alone in your room for the night, Beel will be the one who wakes you up. The reason? Because he wants to be the first one you see when you wake up.

And also because he wants his morning cuddle and kisses :D

Because you're always tagging along to his training practices, you've caught the attention of his teammates.

Some genuinely want to be your friend, but some have ulterior motives.

To the ones that wanted to befriend you, Beel had no complaints. He loves seeing you making friends. But once he sees anyone being a bit too overboard with what's supposed to be his, all hell will break loose.

He'll start with a subtle warning: making you wear his jersey to practise, having you sit close to him and no one else can sit beside you (including your new friends. Sorry, Beel will explain everything later), carrying your bag.

Then, if they still didn't get it, Beel would do something a bit more... Aggressive...

He'll start targeting his love rivals during practice. And considering how skilful Beel really is in his games, his love rivals don't stand a chance.

Perhaps that'll teach them the lesson >:(

And it's not always Beel who acts as your protector because you will fight whoever dares to disturb your precious teddy bear too.

Anything to make Beel happy :D

Overall, your relationship with Beel is very healthy.

You two communicate and try to solve things together. And you two rarely get jealous if it's out of reason.

Because your goal in this relationship is to support each other and make one another feel loved and cared for.

I almost never finished this because I thought my writing sucked. But fortunately, I haven't deleted this from my draft, so I decided to save it by repairing a few bits here and there. Lesson learned: Never delete your draft, even though you hate how the pace goes.

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Wakes up just in time to make your lunchbox. He doesn't see the need to wake up early or anything since he'll still be the first one to finish getting ready for school compared to you.

A wild card.

Sometimes his food can taste very weird, and sometimes you can't get enough of his cooking.

Most of the time, his food will be very spicy, so if you don't have the spice tolerant for it, I'd pray for you right here and now.

And Mammon knows about this too; he'd put some milk or chocolate in your lunchbox to tone down the spice. He's not that cruel, you know?

He'll not organise his food, so you can expect to see the cutleries or napkins at the bottom of the lunch bag while the lunchbox itself is at the top of the lunch bag.

The way he plates his food is also... not so appetising, but give it a try before you comment on it because, like I said, his food can be a wild card.

Bought you the most extravagant and flashy lunchbox bag you've ever seen. But surprisingly, it's still practical as it's very durable.

Don't be surprised if the lunchbox has his initials since he wants everyone to know that the Great Mammon made you lunch today ♥

If he makes a lunchbox for you that day, he gets up earlier than usual.

Generally, his cookings never miss. But once in a while, you'll get biscuits or snacks as your lunch. If it's this way, it means that Levi is either too busy perfecting his cooking skills for your next lunchbox, or he needs your help to finish these biscuits or snacks so he can win the prize for the competition he's entering.

Anime theme lunchbox!

He'd plate your lunchbox according to themes. If it's action day, you'll get some epic drawings made out of sauce and seaweeds on top of your bento. If it's romance day, you'll get a bunch of heart-shaped decorations scattered everywhere on your bento.

Oh, and the lunch bag and cutleries also change according to the themes

And he organises the items in a neat and cutesy way.

But the most challenging part isn't making the lunchbox; it is giving it to you.

He'll be consumed with embarrassment and self-doubt whenever it's time to give you your lunchbox. You have to console and comfort him to take it. After all, you don't want his effort to go to waste if you don't get to enjoy the lunch box, right?

Wakes up just in time, not too early and not too late.

The reason is that Satan is really efficient in the kitchen. He'd have the ingredients readily cut or prepared the night before and just cook them the following day.

So it didn't take long for him to finish preparing your lunchbox.

There will never be the same menu when it comes to Satan's lunchbox. Every day will be a different menu. He can cook food from all three realms, and because of that, he'd give you only fresh and novel dish ideas.

So if you want him to cook the same dish for you again, you have to say it to him directly.

The way he organised your lunch box is... Doable... It's not too messy, yet it's kinda cramped.

Expect some sticky notes on your lunchbox with supportive words and compliments thrown at you.

His lunch bag for you is very ordinary looking. But his cooking already has so many plus points, so a normal lunch bag isn't a big deal.

He'll wake up a bit earlier to prepare your food.

Most of the time, he'll make you something simple like a chicken sandwich or salad (and proceed to decorate it excessively with toppings and sauce), but there are times when he'd cook something more complex.

Compared to others, you will receive lesser snacks in your lunchbox if it's from Asmo. 'It's not good to snack too often <3', he'd say.

And you'll also receive sticky notes with reminders to drink water sufficiently, wear sunscreen, or moisturise your skin.

He decorates your lunchbox with many sparkly and beautiful toppings. Sometimes, you can even see some squiggly drawings that he used from ketchup.

Like Mammon, Asmo will buy you the prettiest, most extravagant lunch bag you'll ever see. But unlike Mammon, it doesn't have the same durability.

You'd have to carefully handle his lunch bag since it would upset Asmo if he knew you ruined yours. Again.

There's a small compartment in your lunch bag where Asmo will put a tiny bottle of sunscreen and moisturiser for you to use anytime anywhere.

Wakes up at the crack of dawn to prepare your lunch.

Because he's usually awake so early in the morning to do his morning exercise, it's not really a big deal.

He's so generous when it comes to your food portion. Sometimes, he even gives you about 3 lunchboxes on the same day. You have to share it with a few people to finish the whole thing.

Beel puts everything in your lunch bag: candies, snacks, loaves of bread, apples, water, milk, juice box, some chillis, even a potato and some tomatoes sometimes.

You have to monitor what he puts in it sometimes to ensure he doesn't go too far. It's not like he didn't think about it, but the thought of you going 'hungry' made Beel worried so much that he'd put everything to ensure you're satiated.

Despite the random foods you can find in your lunchbox, he still organised it neatly.

He'd enjoy it more if you gave him some feedback on the food he made so he can improve the next time.

He'd buy you the most oversized lunch bag so he can put anything he wants you to enjoy.

Eh? Lunchbox? He didn't make you one because he overslept...

More often than not, he'll buy food in the cafeteria, put it inside your lunch bag, and say it's your 'lunchbox.'

But on times that he actually managed to get up early, he'll prepare your food carefully.

He's not really what you call a good cook, but there are a few dishes that he can cook really well, so he'll only make those for you.

He'll need more time to perfect his cooking skills before he can cook more food for you.

His lunchbox is always so simple, yet it still fulfils you throughout the day.

He doesn't decorate the food too much and organises the items in a basic manner.

You can also find a few Grimms inside the lunchbox.

'For you to buy more food if you're hungry.' He'd say.

Last story from me for a while because I'm coming back to my semester tomorrow :') Wish me luck and I hope I can write more stories for you guys whenever I'm free (and inspired enough to write)

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“Ya know, as my first gift…. because… because I’m your first demon…? Yeah! Yeah, that’s right! The Great Mammon is your first demon! So it should be right that we have something that matched. Because I’m your first and you’re also my first lo- I-I mean! The first puny human I’ve made a pact with! Just so ya know, I ain’t the type to make a pact with a human that has no magical powers before. So just be grateful someone as awesome as me are willing to lend ya my powers,” was the excuse he gave when you questioned his motive.

Of course, he received some backlashes from his brothers when they saw the matching bracelet, saying he’s monopolising you all to himself but Mammon didn’t care.

And you obviously didn’t care either, because you never questioned him about the meaning behind the bracelet ever again.

It’s amazing how your actions never failed to impress Mammon.

Sometimes he felt as if you already knew what was playing inside his head, but sometimes he felt as if you’re too oblivious to even realise his feelings for you.

And being a tsundere is a curse.

A curse where no one wants to make the first move. A curse where you just have to keep denying the truth until you can’t hold it back any longer. 

A curse that’ll have you regret it so much until it’s too late.

.

Mammon remembered how it all started.

It was a heartbreaking moment for him, truly. He learnt the truth that you only made pacts with him and his brothers just to release Belphegor from the attic.

‘And to think I even let you have my heart when you had ulterior motives from the start…’

No one was moodier than Mammon. Sure Levi felt betrayed because his best friend turned out to be a backstabbing human who’d want to use his power for something else, but what about Mammon?

No words could describe the pain he felt. He literally could hear his heart crack.

So when you came to him to apologise for the misunderstanding, he felt conflicted.

On one side, he wanted to forgive you and just hold you in his arms, but on the other, he wanted to see you put yourself in his shoes.

He sighed heavily, didn’t really forgive you but also wasn’t as mad as before.

But what’s to say that your first demon won’t help you again?

Mammon came along with you for your little journey of apologizing to his brothers and he was glad they accepted your apologies.

As for him? Yeah, maybe it was time to forgive you as well.

But maybe after all this mess was resolved. And he could finally tell you how he really feels about you.

Yeah, it’s time Mammon gathered his courage to ask you out because his brothers’ fondness of you were getting more annoying by the minute.

He’s the Avatar of Greed. No one touches his belonging and no one shall ever take what’s rightfully his. You’re his human, his love, his strength. So it should be common sense for his brothers to back off.

But everything changed when Lord Diavolo made a bizarre offer to you.

“Go back in time and find out who released Belphegor from the attic. Then, I’ll release Belphegor.”

What the hell? Why? It’s not your job to do something as dangerous as that! And what’s with this idea of not letting any demons you’ve made a pact with come along?

He should come along! He’s your Guardian Demon! What if you hurt yourself in the process? Or what if you get lost between those mazes of timelines?

At least if the others didn’t trust that Mammon is reliable, take Satan or Beel at least. He’s sure they can protect you too.

“Why can’t I come along? I should be by their side all the time!”

“Mammon, this is an important mission. I think MC’s going to be fine on their own. We should trust them.” Satan sighed.

“Important? Then, the more reason for me to come along!” Mammon growled.

“Seriously Mammon? Don’t be acting so clingy now! We all want to come with MC but we can’t! Lord Diavolo and Barbatos said so,” Asmo frowned, looking as annoyed as ever.

Beel only held his wrist anxiously as he watched his older brothers’ in action.

Mammon clenched his fist tightly.

Something lurked inside his heart and it was squeezing him so bad, he couldn’t breathe. Something in his senses felt as if…

As if it’s the last time he’d be seeing MC.

“Mammon,” your voice snapped him out of his train of thoughts. Your touch on his hand warmed his heart and the way your eyes stared deep into his made him forgot what made him furious in the first place.

And that smile. That damn smile.

“I know you’re worried. But it’s going to be fine. I’m only gonna be gone for a little while,” you said, giving him the best reassurance to calm down.

Mammon could feel the heat crawled under his skin and immediately released your hand, turning his head away and said, “W-well, it’s not that–I mean, I’m not worried or anythin! I just–I thought that maybe you’ll be needin’ my power. Ya know, I’m THE Mammon. Of course, I should protect my human…”

“And… there he goes.” Satan rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“What a normie! This is so embarrassing to watch. #Cringe,” Levi hid his blushing face with his hand.

“Mammon, cease this attitude!” Lucifer gave his stern glare and warned the Avatar of Greed.

'Seriously? Can’t these people feel what I’m feeling? Maybe not Lucifer but Asmo? Satan? Beel? Levi? No one…?’

“Shall we start, MC?” Barbatos asked politely, ready to lead MC towards his room where the numerous doors to the different time loops were situated.

Their back was already turned against Mammon and ready to leave.

But the heavy feeling in Mammon’s chest didn’t go away. Instead, it intensified as soon as he saw your back.

Swiftly, he grabbed ahold of your wrist. The shape of the pendant and bracelet registered themselves under Mammon’s touch. Though the pendant felt cold, your wrist was definitely warm and your pulse was still there, beating against his skin.

“Mammon!” Lucifer warned again.

“It’s fine,” you stopped Lucifer from lashing out at the second-born.

“Give me a few minutes, Barbatos,” you turned around to look at the butler and gave a curt nod. The obedient butler only bowed slightly and gave his permission.

“MC, please! I don’t know why, but I… I feel like… I feel so–”

“Mammon…” you gently wrapped your arms around his waist, leaned closer to his chest and sighed deeply.

Mammon froze. Sure he’s clingy, and yes he had touched you a lot in the past, but never this close. And this intimate!

He felt himself blushed profusely from your action, alongside some shocked gasps and grumbles from his brothers. Mammon’s heart was beating so loudly, he was scared you’d hear them from your close distance to his chest.

“What is this?! What am I watching!” Levi’s shriek could be heard from afar.

“Oh MC! How dare you… I thought I’m the one you like the most,” Asmo whined

But that didn’t matter because in his eyes, only you mattered.

You looked up from the hug and extended your hand to cup his blushing cheek. Your smile was still as comforting as the first time he’d seen it.

“I promise I won’t get hurt. I promise I won’t get lost. And I promise to bring your brother back to this family. He deserved to be here with you guys,” you said, before adding, “And I definitely promise to come back as soon as possible. After all, we were supposed to have a date this Sunday, right?”

'So ya did notice, huh?’

Oh, how he felt like scooping you in his arm and eloping right there and then.

Mammon threw away his shame and hugged you back. His hold on you was tight as if he’s holding on for his dear life.

Mammon didn’t care anymore. He didn’t care if Lord Diavolo or Barbatos or his brothers or anyone was watching. He didn’t care if his brothers started teasing him more after this. He didn’t care if you failed to bring Belphegor back either. All he wanted was for you to come back safe and sound.

After what felt like an hour, he finally let go and smiled, giving you some reassurance and strength, “Ya promised, human! So ya should be prepared to fulfil it!”

With yet another smile and some laughter, you turned your back against him again. This time, ready to go and fulfil your mission.

Mammon didn’t stop you this time. He gulped down the bitter taste in his mouth and clenched his fist in anxiety while watching you follow Barbatos.

.

Mammon had been pacing around since you left, finding himself more anxious if he sat down.

“Can you stop pacing around? And stop grumbling,” Satan said, sipping his 10th cup of tea.

“You too, Satan. How many cups of tea will you drink before you’re satisfied? And you, Levi! Stop sighing,” Asmo frowned, “I’m sure MC will be back soon. Just try to calm down, okay?”

But the time never came. And Mammon was getting more anxious.

Where were you? Why are you taking so long? You only need to know who released Belphie! Or did you get lost while trying to find the door back home?

Mammon was so close to smash through Barbatos’s room and just grabbed you out of the damn door already.

That is until he saw Barbatos finally coming out of his room. Mammon let out a sigh of relief but only to have his breath hitched again when he saw no sign of you behind the butler.

Even Barbatos’s facial expression was a bit different than his usual composed self. He looked…

Distressed?

“Hey, Barbatos! Where’s MC?” Mammon asked, barely keeping his cool.

The loyal butler only looked down to the floor guiltily as a response to Mammon’s question.

“Barbatos, what’s wrong?” Lord Diavolo asked, looking concerned.

Lucifer and Beel also joined the others after knowing that Barbatos had returned.

“My Lord, I have some bad news to tell you,” Barbatos started.

This sure piqued everyone’s interest as they waited for him to continue with multiple reactions plastered to their face.

“Is something the matter?” Lord Diavolo was probably the only one in the room who was calm and composed.

The words that left Barbatos’s mouth after that made Mammon’s blood boiled. He clenched his fist tightly, already drawing blood from his palm. But the pain from the cut was left ignored.

“–and unfortunately, they can’t make it–”

That was the last straw before Mammon turned into his demon form and dashed forward to attack Barbatos.

“Mammon!” Lucifer also turned into his demon form to stop his brother’s action.

But the butler didn’t retaliate, “Forgive me, Mammon. It’s my fault. I failed–”

“YA DAMN WELL DID!”

“Mammon! Stop!” with a swift motion, Mammon was sent flying across the room, knocking himself into one of the walls by Lucifer’s strength.

But he didn’t care. He didn’t care if he got hurt by his brother; he didn’t care if his hands were bleeding; he didn’t care if his brothers and Lord Diavolo saw him ugly crying right now and he didn’t care if Lord Diavolo was to charge him with treason for hurting his loyal servant. He didn’t care at all.

All he wanted was for you to be back in this timeline, safe and sound. And Barbatos couldn’t do that. He couldn’t look into the future to see if there’s any possibility of you getting hurt and he even failed to protect you when changing the timeline is fully his domain.

Mammon got up and charged into Barbatos again, but was stopped by Lucifer, “Enough! Mammon!”

Mammon changed his focus to his older brother instead and punched Lucifer in the face with massive strength. Lucifer staggered behind but his grip on the second-born was still tight.

He’d surely knocked out Mammon if he could, but the rage inside the Avatar of Greed was immeasurable. Even Lucifer as the strongest had a hard time blocking all Mammon’s attacks.

Levi, Satan, Asmo and Beel were already in their demon forms and helped Lucifer stop Mammon from stepping the line. They knew they weren’t as strong as those two but they needed to do something.

All of them were hurt by the news but attacking Barbatos wasn’t the solution.

You’re gone now, and there’s no way they could get you back.

Even with his brothers' strength combined, Mammon still gave them a hard time.

After a while, he finally dropped to his knees and roared in pain.

Mammon’s fist also punched the ground in frustration. He gripped his hair tightly and let out as many cries as he could.

His heart hurt a lot. It was burning with rage, sorrow and longing.

His brothers also stood there, fists trembling and biting their lips in hope that the tears didn’t betray them. Until Lucifer approached the demon.

He slowly kneeled down and wrapped his arms around Mammon’s torso, letting his brother cry his heart out on his chest. Asmo and Beel followed through, already letting their tears flow down and joined their older brothers.

Levi, however, prefered to hide his sadness and distanced himself from his brothers while Satan, only stood there, neither approaching nor distancing himself. Couldn’t contain his anger any longer, Satan decided to leave the scene to let off some steam anywhere else.

The mood was very heavy and no one dared to say a word, not even Lord Diavolo and Barbatos. The only sound that filled the area was Mammon’s cries and occasional sobs from the Asmo, Beel and Levi.

.

Everything was bleak.

His senses felt numb.

He couldn’t breathe.

His ears were ringing and he felt so weak, yet so angry.

He’s angry at Lord Diavolo letting this happen; angry at Barbatos for not checking whether you’d be safe going there all by yourself; angry at Belphie for killing you; angry at his own incapability of protecting you when he always bragged to everybody that he’s your Guardian Demon.

Letting his tears flow freely to his pillow, Mammon closed his eyes.

Under his touch was your bracelet, dried with blood stains and cold from missing its owner’s warmth.

.

In another life,

I would be your love;

We’d keep all our promises,

Be us against the world.

In another life,

I would make you stay;

So I don’t have to say you were,

The one that got away.

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"MC?"

Yes, yes, like that. 

"MC, are you okay?" You heard a panicked voice. 

A pair of arms snaked around your waist and pulled you backwards. You felt your back hitting someone's chest; purple locks were seen when he laid his head on your shoulder as he held you tight. 

"–Levi?" 

"Yes, my Henry. I'm here."

You couldn't believe your ears. Or your eyes—no, all of your five senses. 

He's really here? 

You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and hid your face in the crook of his neck. You didn't care if this was merely your imagination or reality anymore. He's here! Levi's here! 

Levi tightened his grip on you and rocked you slowly to soothe your cries.

What a shocker this was. He planned to finish his work early and surprise you back home, but apparently, he was surprised. 

Seeing you wearing his jacket and interacting with Henry made him ecstatic, though the joy soon died when he heard you cry.

A part of him felt so guilty for leaving you without any contact. He'd be sure to propose a plan to Diavolo to have Devildom equipped with internet connections and phone signals everywhere. At least this mistake can be avoided in the future. 

"I miss you, Levi." He heard you say in between your sobs. 

"I miss you too, MC." He kissed the crown of your head before hugging you again, "I'm so sorry for leaving."

"It's not your fault."

"But I really do feel guilty. I made it seem like you're alone." 

You couldn't refute Levi's words. 

"Henry, I'm always here for you. I'm sorry if I made it seem like you have to go through this alone. And I'm sorry that I can't be here for you when you need me. But everything's going to be alright now. I don't have to work far away for 100 years now. I can be here for you—and with you. You're not alone, MC."

You embraced him tighter, feeling yourself melting inside his arms from the comfort and care that Levi offered. 

-

You leaned towards his chest, eyes closed and hands clasping slightly onto his shirt. 

Your breathing calm and organised, and your lips parted slightly from the exhaustion. You've fallen asleep on Levi's lap and there's no way he would want to wake you up now. 

He made sure to have his arm supporting your back while you were resting. His tail also aided it by wrapping itself around your body. 

Devildom is chilly at night, so Levi wished you were warm and comfortable inside his arms. He adjusted his jacket that was slowly sliding down your shoulder, heart still throbbing at the sight of you wearing something of his. 

Staring at your sleeping face once again, Levi couldn't help but gently kiss your forehead a few times. 

And now that his lover's asleep, he could start logging in to his games, instantly turning down the volume to avoid stirring you up. 

It was another normal night in Devildom, and Levi couldn’t feel happier that he had sacrificed a few sleepless nights just to return home earlier to you.

A fic for Noelle @amistytown ♥️ Sorry that it somehow turned to hurt/comfort :') I was aiming for comfort fic actually 😭

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