#lee!mc

A few minutes into the fitting, your arms were starting to get tired from holding them up. Asmo, noticing the shaking of your arms, chimed and announced it was break time.

The two of you sat down for some tea and treats provided by Barbatos, and began to chat.

"Ugh, Belphie, Beel, Satan, and Levi all want me to help them with fitting their outfits. I love what I do, trust me. But I need to draw a line, before I start forming lines on my forehead!"

You mainly smiled and nodded throughout Asmo's little rants and raves on various topics. Although, you felt yourself start to dissociate about 5 minutes in.

Until you felt another poke to your side, making you jump.

"Are you even paying attention to my beautiful voice?" Asmo pouted.

You rubbed your side, grumbling. "Yes, I am."

The demon huffed. "First the wiggling, and now the spacing out. It's like you're trying to get punished." He grinned at you as he said that last bit.

You blinked. "Punished?"

Asmo giggled and nodded. "Yep! Naughty humans like you need to be punished... Like this!"

He scooched over until his hip bumped with yours, before wrapping his arms around you.

"Wh- Asmo what are you- ahah- wahahahait nohoho!" What would have been a protest quickly dissolved into giggles when fingers began gently squeezing your sides.

"Coochie coochie coooooo awe you're so adorable!" Asmodeus laughed along with you as he squeezed your side gently with one hand, and skittered his agonisingly long nails over your back and shoulder blades.

"Nooohohoho dohohon't tehease meee!" You squealed and squirmed, kicking your legs giddily.

"But I love the way you blush every time I do!" Asmo grinned.

"Plehehehease- I'm SOHORRY!!" You cried Asmo's delicate fingers darted all around your body, keeping you on your toes.

Then, as quickly as it started, the tickling stopped.

As you caught your breath, Asmodeus guided your chin to face him, a smile on his face. "I wasn't actually trying to punish you. I just wanted to hear your cute laugh."

You rolled your eyes, smiling back. "I suppose I don't have a choice but to forgive that face of yours."

Asmo nodded, grinning. "Yeah, you really don't. I'm much too beautiful to not be forgiven. Although, if you want me to punish you for real, I can always arrange it, hun!" He winked.

You quickly stood up, your cheeks warm. "Break time's over now. Let's get this fitting done."

Witch’s Brew was a quaint shop that sold both loose leaf teas, tea sets, and delicious desserts. To a demon like Barbatos, it was heaven. The aroma of dried flowers and warmth tickled his nose as he opened the door, sitting down at a small table with a candle in the middle. It was peaceful here, soft music playing over the speakers and setting a light ambience to the space. Ordering some tea for the both of you would be his first order of business. The fragrant notes of hibiscus and lemon called to him from behind the counter, he would bring it back to the table piping hot and waiting. 

A smile came across his lips as he imagined you taking the first sip, your eyes lighting up at the sweet flavor- rich and floral with a hint of tart to balance it. The thought was almost as sweet as you were. The tinkling of the doorbell made Barbatos glance up hopefully from his cup, eyes alight when he saw you. But you weren’t carefree and jubilant as usual. He picked up on the nervous glances you were sending around the room, your hesitant steps towards the table, and most of all, you hadn’t greeted him with so much as a smile yet. Quite unusual. 

“Ah, hello Barbatos! Sorry I’m late,” you whispered, smoothing your clothes and sitting in the chair he pulled out for you. The demon cocked an eyebrow at your behavior, instantly analyzing your expression. He knew something was up.

“Would you like to tell me what is obviously bothering you? You look like someone is out to get you.”

“Ahaha… well…” You scratched your arm, averting your gaze and peering down into the teacup. “You could say that.” You chose to elaborate on the prank war currently going on in Purgatory Hall, the one you had started a week ago. Luke had voted on staying out of things, which meant you, Solomon, and Simeon would have to prank amongst yourselves.

Pulling out all the stops this morning, you had set up several pillows to fall onto Simeon’s head, covering him in feathers. You had swiped one of Solomon’s singing potions earlier in the week and mixed it into a batch of cookies, which had him singing curses for the next hour. You had found these harmless pranks extremely funny, but both Solomon and Simeon were sure to get you back. 

“So that’s why I have to stay vigilant! They could be anywhere, Barbatos, I have to keep a lookout,” you explained, taking a sip of your tea. The flavor was complex and delicate, a nice reprieve from the chaos going on with your friends. You melted into the warm drink, nodding at the teapot, “This was a good pick, thank you for letting me try it!”

Barbatos shook his head with a fond smile. He knew you were “I believe tea is better when shared in good company, so it’s my pleasure.” Pouring you two another cup, he thought on your predicament. If Solomon and Simeon were working together, it could spell disaster for everyone in Purgatory Hall.

Humming in thought, Barbatos finished his tea and set the cup down gently onto a saucer. “Can I escort you back? Like I said, my schedule is clear for the day, so it would be no trouble. That way, you won’t have to worry about anything on your way,” he offered. Barbatos knew they would never do anything to harm you, but if it would make you feel better, it was worth it.

You perked up, relief washing over your face. “I would appreciate it, those two like to scare me as much as it is.”

Taking a dessert to go, you and Barbatos left the teahouse and started the journey back to the House of Lamentation. On the way, you talked about everything from next year’s classes to Satan’s newest cat adoption antics. Barbatos felt at ease talking to you, as he always did. His worries for the celebration faded with every step as he let you take the wheel of the conversation. Before you knew it, you two were on the doorstep. 

“Thank you for walking me here, Barbs. We need to do this again sometime!” You opened the door and were about to wave goodbye when two arms pulled you into the foyer. Barbatos quickly moved inside, surprised by the sight that greeted him. 

Solomon and Simeon had trapped you in their arms, encircling you like twin felines playing a game of cat and mouse. Solomon’s deadly smirk was something you knew all too well, paired with Simeon’s laughing eyes, they had been out to get you from the start. “You fell right into our trap, MC~” Simeon purred in your ear, watching your eyes flit between the trio of people in the room. Well, one human, one angel, and one demon. The mischievous fire in Solomon’s eyes appeared anything *but* human to you in this moment. 

Solomon looked to the demon at the door, “What do you think is a fitting punishment for our friend here, Barbatos?” 

Barbatos slowly stepped forward until he was in front of you three, assessing the situation. “Seeing as they’ve confessed their transgressions to me already, I believe something… like this will suffice,” Barbatos reasoned, grinning at your shocked face.

“Barbatos! You’re supposed to be on my side- HEY!” Barbatos wormed his hand between you and Simeon to give your side a squeeze, making you curl into Solomon. Simeon started to snicker at the idea, using his free hand to scribble around your neck while Solomon’s smile grew wolfish. “I think that’s a great idea, don’t you think so, MC?” 

You were trying not to react to Simeon’s gentle scribbles, your cheeks puffing out and your lips pouting to hide your smile. “N-no! Not a great idea! Barbatos- help me!”

Raising an eyebrow, the demon tilted his head to the side, “You want me to help? Alright, I can manage that. After all, I have no obligations today, I can spend as much time as I want here.”

Barbatos latched onto your sides, kneading into them with sudden speed and vigor that you weren’t prepared for. Your straight faced facade went flying out the window as you tried to wiggle away from the tickles to no avail. Solomon and Simeon seemed to have the same idea, the angel’s fingers finding a home in your armpits and Solomon’s squeezing at your hipbones. “WHAHAHAIT! NOhOHoO!” 

You had endured tickle attacks from all three of them separately, but together, the trio was insufferably good at reducing you to a laughing fit. They continued to scribble and poke all over your worst spots, Simeon finding a good spot on your lower tummy that almost sent you backwards. Every time you got used to something, one of them would move, sending you into giggles all over again. 

“I almost forgot how ticklish they are! Solomon, keep that up,” Simeon laughed with delight at how you squirmed away from Solomon’s evil hands that were currently chasing your ribs. “If I were you, I would stay still- it would be done a looooot faster!” Solomon chirped from your left, tazing your ribs and making you fall into Barbatos’s waiting arms.

“Your laugh is almost as sweet as the tea, you know,” Barbatos whispered quietly, kneading into your lower back and sides, chuckling when you tried to pull away with a blush. Simeon gasped and excitedly pulled you away, hugging you tight against his chest. 

“Theres this thing I used to do to Luci when he would misbehave, let me show you!” He closed his eyes and you felt invisible feathers gliding across your ears and neck, making you scrunch up. The feathers seemed to reach all of your worst spots, soft but they tickled like hell. When you felt one graze the bottom of your foot, you squeaked in surprise, how was this even possible? Simeon’s laugh sounded like bells, contrasting with your loud and squealy one. “I cAhAHaAHaN’t! PlEHehAHeaSe!” 

He slowed down the feathers of his wings to softly stroke up and down your arms, letting you collapse into him. Solomon ruffled your hair, “You all tired out? I think it’s payback for making me sing through all of breakfast. Simeon looked like a fancy chicken this morning,” he laughed. Simeon rolled his eyes, “Did you learn your lesson, MC? Never mess with Purgatory Hall, or you’ll awaken the tickle monsters that live there!” He tapped your nose, taking note of your lingering smile and flushed cheeks. He grinned and gave you a hug, releasing you. 

Barbatos had his hands behind his back, almost like he hadn’t contributed to your ticklish demise. “The cake is still outside, would you like me to bring it in?” His sly smirk didn’t go unnoticed, you nodded, rolling your eyes. “You were supposed to help me!”

“I never said I would help you. Besides, I think you deserved a little prank back for the ones you performed,” he noted, bringing the slice of matcha cake inside. 

It was late at night when it first happened. You were in Levi’s room playing a racing game that seemed to mirror Mario kart in the human realm, both of you Criss cross on his floor in front of the TV and well, to put it lightly, he was destroying you at this game.

“Leviiiii!” You whined as you lost yet ANOTHER match to him. “This isn’t fair, you know this game way better than me!” It was technically true, even having the same controls as Mario Kart this game was completely different than that of the human realm.

“Maybe if you spent more time practicing instead of all out and about with my brothers, you’d be better!” He shot right back at you. Oh, this little punk.

“Why you little- “You were about to fire back at him before an idea came to mind. A wicked little grin pulled at the edges of your lips as you turned to face him. “Levi.”

You felt a slight prickling at the pact mark he’d left on your inner arm, but payed it no mind, surely it was normal to have some feeling in it when ordering them around.

“Oh my gosh are you serious??” He looked nearly dumbfounded as he saw the mark begin to glow. “You’re using the pact for this??”

“Let me wi- “You were swiftly cut off as you felt an almost electric feeling over your pact mark. It tickled. What the hell??

“Yes MC? Go on.” He looked over at you, waiting for the command to set in. Part of you wanted to smile at the tone he was using at you, glad that he’d grown comfortable enough to banter like this with you. But that part of you was buried beneath the absolute confusion of what was happening with your pact mark, not to mention the fact that, oh yeah, you were getting

“Let me wihi- “Your hand flew to your mouth as the feeling grew as you tried to speak again, letting a giggle slip from your lips on accident. What the hell was happening??? “F-fohorget it- “

“What’s got you all giggling all of the sudden-?” He asked, setting off the controller to the side. Luckily for you, the feeling in your arm had ceased when you dropped the order.

“Nothing, I just thought of something funny, that’s all.” Possibly the worst lie you’ve ever come up with? Yes. But did it somehow manage to convince Levi (or at least make him drop the subject)? Somehow, yes! “C’mon, lets just start another round, maybe I’ll let you win this time.”

The second instance happened when you were with Mammon, in his bedroom, snuggled up next to him under his covers. It was nice and warm there.

“I’m hungry” you whined suddenly, rolling out of his grasp and laying on your side to view him.

“‘dunno why you’re tellin’ me, go get’cherself somethin’ to eat.”

“I don’t wanna get up.”

“Tough luck.” You groaned as you fell back onto your back on his mattress, crossing your arms.

“Will you pleaseee get me food?” you turned back to him with your best possible pleading eyes in full effect. But much to your dismay, he wasn’t looking. “Pleeease?”

“Get it yourself.” He rolled his eyes, scrolling though posts on his D.D.D. “I’m not your servant.”

Those words gave you an idea. You smirked as you sat up, looking down at the tan skinned demon. He recognized that look immediately. “Mc- “

“Mammo- AH-!” A shrill squeal escaped your lips, arms shooting down to cover the pact mark that wrapped around your ribs and waist, curling up as that electric sensation pricked and prodded at the mark. It was happening again. “Sh-ShiHit!” Your hand flew to your mouth to muffle the noises, composing yourself enough to call out a simple “Forget it!”

As the electric sensation ceased, you rubbed your palm at the mark to get rid of the residual feeling, being left to face a very confused mammon. “…what was that about?”

“Uh- a-ah- nothing?” You smiled. You knew he wouldn’t believe it. You could practically feel his grin burning into you. “Seriously, it was nothing!”

“Mc….” You could feel him slowly getting close to you.

“I have to go!” You exclaimed in a squeaky tone, rolling out from under the covers and onto the floor, falling but quickly standing up. “I have to go ask lucifer something! I’ll be back!”

“LUCIFER!” You called, stomping your feet up the stairs to the eldest brother’s bedroom, knocking quite loudly on his bedroom door. “Open up!”

“Mc what on earth is the problem?” You heard him speak as he opened the door, looking quite annoyed.

“Why do m- “You paused as a thought entered your mind. You couldn’t tell him that they tickled, imagine what lucifer could do with that information! Oh well, you supposed you’d just have to bend the truth a little. “Why do my pact marks hurt when I give commands all of the sudden? That’s never happened before!”

Lucifer’s expression turned to that of slight surprise, eyebrows raising. “They hurt?”

“Yes, they hurt.”

“Well, that’s odd. I’ve never heard of that pact marks hurting before.” He spoke, stepping aside from his door frame, offering for you to enter. “Come inside, tell me more about it.”

Reluctantly, you nodded as you walked through the door, sitting down at the ottoman at the foot of his bed, watching as he closed the door and made his way over to you.

“So, it hurts when you give orders, lately.” He repeated what you stated, taking a seat at his desk, looking puzzled. “Have most of these orders been in domestic situations, where the order wasn’t specifically needed?”

“I guess they weren’t particularly needed.” You picked at your nails anxiously as he questioned you, kicking your feet lightly. “But they weren’t hurting anyone!”

“I see. Mc, can you do me a favor?” Lucifer asked, looking at you, you could swear he was trying to puzzle out what was going on with you by prodding your brain with his eyes. You felt yourself tense slightly at the request. You didn’t want him to see you like that! You glanced down to the pact mark that spanned from the top of your neck down to your right palm, before reluctantly nodding, sitting up and looking him in the eye, bracing yourself.

“Lucifer.” You looked down at your pact mark as it began to glow blue, but that prickly, tingling feeling didn’t follow. What the hell? “Stand up and sit back down again.” You instructed, not wanting to be mean to the man that was helping you, watching as he did exactly as you told him. “It... it didn’t hurt?”

“I see.” He spoke, clearly intrigued. “I think I know what may be going on.” You could see a barely visible smirk tug at the side of his mouth. “Give me an order you think will make me upset, a ‘play order’ if you will.”

“uh- why?”

“Do you want to get to the bottom of this and find a way to fix it?” He raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms, as you relented, looking him in the eyes again, coming up with an order.

“Lucif- AHA-!” Your hands shot to your mouth to cover it as a loud cackle escaped your lips, quickly releasing the idea of the order, the tingling sensation all around your arm, hand, shoulder, and neck.

“I see what the problem is.” He nodded, smirk more visible now. “Mc, there’s a clause in giving a demon an order, a protective aspect to it. Plenty of demons have been... taken advantage of via order.” He stood up, walking towards you and sitting behind you, which made you tense up. “To prevent that from happening, certain higher-level demons, such as my brothers and I, have a sort of…. Protective spell, if you want to call it that. Any malicious orders will cause a shocking sensation in the mark.”

You felt your eyes shoot wide as you gasped, thinking back on both encounters with Levi and Mammon. They had both been sort of malicious. Your whole body tensed as Lucifer placed his hands on your sides.

“I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that one of your encounters was with mammon, seeing the way you two are.” You giggled a little, practically able to feel the way he rolled his eyes. “And his pact mark is right… here?” You gasped as you felt two fingers on each side pinch at the highest point of the mark on your ribs, both arms shooting down.

“W-wait! What are you doing??”

“The shocks shouldn’t hurt you; I’m making sure you aren’t injured.” He spoke, leaning into your ear. “Unless you lied, but you wouldn’t do that, would you Mc?~” Oh how you wanted to punch him in that moment. He knew exactly what he was doing. You twisted yourself back and forth in his hold as he started to move his pinching fingers up and down your ribs, keeping your mouth shut, trying to keep any squeaks or squeals from escaping. “Is this hurting?”

You shook your head back and forth at the question. You wished you could grab into the bedpost not too far from you, but you were a bit preoccupied with keeping your arms clamped down to your sides, not that it was doing anything to help you anyway, be it that he was already latched onto your ribs, and your sides and your-

“AH NoT THERE!!” You yelled out, unable to stop yourself as you felt him latch onto that spot right above your hip bone with those two awful fingers.

“Does it hurt right here?” He asked, paying more attention to the spot now, kneading his fingers into it.

“NOhO IT doHOESN’T STOHOP- “

You heard lucifer chuckle as he released your hip from his hold, letting you go, watching as you immediately stood up. “So, I assume you know I know you lied.” He raised an eyebrow, finding your flushed face quite adorable. “The pact marks will never hurt you, and I know that, there has never been a case of a pact mark hurting the human its on.” He explained, looking at you. “So next time, save yourself the hassle, and just tell me the truth right off. Yes?”

You huffed and refused to look him in the eye as you crossed your arms. “Fine.”

“Good. Now, onto your consequence for lying...”

Beel noticed the fatigue in your eyes, how you weren’t eating as much, and grew a bit worried, he cares about you and can always tell when something is off with your health. This side effect had made itself known the first time you went up to the human world with Lucifer, Satan, and Mammon. You had been bedridden for a couple of days before Asmo called Solomon in. He explained that your body was not strong enough yet to go world-hopping frequently and that this was a natural part of getting used to it.

And so, the awkward few days you settled back into the Devildom environment were usually spent with the brothers doting on you in their own way

You were currently trying to help Beel finish his embroidery for Devildom Home Economics, his hands were not as nimble as yours and his strength caused him to rip the delicate fabric every once in a while.

He enjoyed spending this time with you, but he noticed the bags under your eyes and how dehydrated you looked. “MC, when was the last time you drank water or had something to eat?”

You blink owlishly at him and try to think back to this morning, you had only eaten a piece of toast with Hell Poison Honey. It was already three hours past lunchtime, and you did feel a bit peckish.

He would lecture you about making sure you were eating enough to stay healthy, and subconsciously pull you closer to him, so you were almost on his lap

He supports your back with his arm and lets you lean into his chest, smiling as you giggle a bit at his concern.

“What are you laughing at, MC? This is a serious conversation,” he would say with furrowed brows and a mischievous smile. It wasn’t often you saw this side of him, the playful aura wasn’t as common as his usual careful, sweet, demeanor. He would scribble up and down your sides to get you giggling, making sure you were okay with the attention every step of the way, always checking in on you when he went to pinch at your ribs or blow a raspberry at your neck.

Beel would totally pretend you were his afternoon snack, nibbling on your sides and bringing your tummy up for him to nuzzle against. He would listen to it and tell you “You see, I can hear that you need to be feeding it more, its not happy! Don’t worry, I’ll give it some rasperries to make it feel full.”

Cue dozens of sweet raspberries all over your sides and tummy, strong arsm still holding you up as you squirm around. He loves to hear you laugh, have you close to him, so he can make you happy and warm.

Hes literally a huge teddy bear, he would use his fluffy hair to swoop across your sensitive torso, his stubble grazing against you hips as he nibbles on them as well. “You never told me you were so delicious, MC! I could just eat you up!”

Eventually he just slows to tummy rubs to make you relax against him, gently scratching your scalp and playing with your hair. He adored moments like this, and he loves when he gets to have you all to himself.

Until your stomach growls

Beel would practically run to the kitchen to make something for you to eat after you tell him, not leaving himself out of course. He’s an excellent cook, he takes classes from Barbatos as well as Luke to learn how to make human cuisine and celestial meals so he can sample them all in his free time

He makes your favorite sandwich and crashes on the couch again, using his newly fashioned embroidery project to wipe his mouth

You could practically feel the steam coming out of your ears, you guys had worked for an hour and a half on this project and now it had Hell Sauce all over it????

"Hey, at least share a little," Solomon scooped you out of Simeon's arms and proceeded to place you in his own only to start tickling your sides again, making you squirm and laugh some more. Solomon used a mixture of rough and light touches that kept you on edge, not knowing what to expect. "AEEhehehaha Sohohohohol!"