#waylonwrites

The two of you had gotten into it. The two of you had gone your separate ways to recollect your thoughts and maybe talk it out later, but you were feeling beyond petty. You were willing to devote yourself to being petty. You created a circle of salt inside of your bedroom in the middle of the floor and sat down in it, a pillow in hand and your D.D.D. fully charged. You weren't planning on going anywhere either.

"MC," you heard a knock at your door, "I'm coming in."

Lucifer:

Really? You were going to be this petty over one small disagreement?

"What's this?" He asked with his arms crossed as he stood in the doorway.

"Salt. You're not coming near me until you say sorry."

"MC-"

"You PROMISED you'd stop working yourself so hard. You promised! Now I find out that you've barely slept this entire week!"

"It was for-"

"Lord Diavolo," you said mockingly. "It's always about him. You can't keep a promise to me but you'd do anything for him."

It got quiet as he sighed heavily through his nose.

You were right, of course.

He had promised you that he'd take better care of himself, that he'd sleep more, and that he wouldn't push himself so hard. Even for Lord Diavolo.

And he broke that promise. Now he was seeing you upset at him.

He didn't like it.

He sat down on the other side of your circle and tapped on the floor for your attention.

"I'm sorry, MC. I shouldn't break my promises. I'm the Avatar of Pride, I pride myself in doing things right and keeping my word, and yet I failed you."

You looked at him dubiously.

"And I won't break that promise again. I will tell Lord Diavolo that I cannot meet his deadlines when he gives me work at the last minute."

"You're forgiven, but you better keep your promise."

You broke the salt circle with your hand and moved to hug him.

"You know you're going to be vacuuming this up by yourself. I'm not helping."

Mammon:

"MC, listen...what the fuck is this all about?"

He stared at the floor with a mildly irritated look on his face.

Here he was, going to apologize and give you cuddles, and you were sitting in a salt circle!

"I'm mad at you."

"Yeah, human, I gathered that much."

"You sold my stuff! Mine! I can't believe you would do something like that to me!"

Mammon had gone out after the initial fight with you because he wanted to fix things.

He went all over town just to track down the very item that he had stolen and sold just to buy it back.

"Oi, human! Listen for a second, would ya?"

You shut up, eyes wide at how he was talking to you. It had been a while since he sounded so snappy with you.

"I...I get it. I was in the wrong. I needed some quick cash, it was right there, and I didn't think."

"You're not making a good case for yourself here, Mammon."

"Shut up, I ain't done yet."

"After our first round, I went out and I hunted down what I took from you. I used everything I had on me to buy it back for ya."

He tossed your stuff into the salt circle, knowing he couldn't even pass his hand over the line.

"Now, listen closely. I'm only gonna say it once, got it? The Great Mammon doesn't apologize often."

"I'm listening, Mammon."

"I'm...sorry. I shoulda thought about how you'd feel instead of just about the Grimm."

He hadn't even noticed that you broke the salt circle until you were in his space and hugging him.

"Don't do it again. Stealing other people's stuff isn't going to get you anywhere."

Leviathan:

"You stopped answering me so I came to check on you."

He looked down and saw the salt, his face immediately setting into a frown.

"Why should I answer you? You clearly didn't want to answer me for 36 hours. You didn't even let me into your room!"

"There was an event going on! I didn't want any distractions!"

"So I'm a distraction? Well, you can just go back to your room then!"

He slumped and sat with his back against your wall.

You two sat in silence for a while before your D.D.D. started buzzing.

Can we talk?

Please?

"Levi, we were supposed to go out the other day. Remember? You said you'd go get Bufo Egg Milk Tea with me and you'd help me pick out a game at the store."

He had forgotten all about that! Fuck! The event had dropped and everything else disappeared from his mind.

"I did forget. I'm sorry, MC..."

"I knew it. This isn't the first time you've forgotten about our plans, Leviathan. You should have at least told me there was an event dropping, we could have rescheduled.:

"It was a rare event that had no warning! I would have told you if I had known before that day!"

"You could have said something as soon as you found out."

"I'm sorry. I don't even know why you're dating a yucky otaku like-"

"Stop that, Leviathan. Right now."

You used your pact on him and he couldn't continue what he was saying.

"I hate it when you do that. It reads as manipulative. You know I don't see you like that. I'm upset because you ditched me for an online event without at least saying something. You can speak again."

"I'm sorry. I really am. I'll do better, I promise. You're more important to me than my games, than anime, than Ruri-chan! I got so absorbed in this event that I neglected you."

You broke the salt circle and moved out to hug him, his face turning bright red against your neck.

The two of you had gotten into it. The two of you had gone your separate ways to recollect your thoughts and maybe talk it out later, but you were feeling beyond petty. You were willing to devote yourself to being petty. You created a circle of salt inside of your bedroom in the middle of the floor and sat down in it, a pillow in hand and your D.D.D. fully charged. You weren't planning on going anywhere either.

"MC," you heard a knock at your door, "I'm coming in."

Satan:

You and Satan rarely ever got into fights.

It wasn't much of a fight, honestly.

You two had been reading a book series together, and he read ahead to the last book. And spoiled it for you!

So you were being petty.

Was it stupid? Yes. Did you care? No.

"Alright, MC, you're being petty. I get it. I'm sorry."

You puffed and elected to ignore his apology. He was trying to placate you without even acknowledging what he had done!

"You read ahead and spoiled the ending! We were reading that series together. It was supposed to be special."

He looked down, dejected, and sighed. "I know. I got ahead of myself. I wanted to keep going and didn't wait for you. I shouldn't have done it."

"No, you shouldn't have. You're the one who usually hates spoilers and you spoiled it for me! I don't even want to finish the series anymore."

He sat down next to the salt circle and pulled out the next book in the series. "Even if I read it to you?"

You didn't reject the idea but you stayed in your salt circle for the first few chapters.

There was no hiding Satan's smile when you broke the circle and scooted in next to him around chapter six.

All wasn't totally forgiven, but you were done being petty.

Asmodeus:

Why were you mad at your doting, enthusiastic boyfriend? He was hard to get mad at most of the time.

Well, it was mostly you being bitter and jealous.

You two had gone out to a nice club, Asmo loved showing you off whenever he could. You came back from the bathroom to see him sandwiched between two succubi on the dancefloor.

You knew he'd never, ever, cheat on you, but you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

"MC, can we please just talk. I've been giving you space because I know you're upset, but I don't want to end today with us being in a fight."

You couldn't resist Asmo no matter how hard you tried. His eyes looked puffy, which was abnormal, telling you that he'd been crying just like you.

"I know what it LOOKED like. I didn't want to be dancing with them, they pulled me to the floor while you were gone and pinned me there. One was even holding my hands down. They think it's "unfair" that I'm off the market, so they wanted to make you mad at me."

You sighed and hung your head, feeling quite foolish. "I'm sorry."

"No, darling, I understand why you're upset! You have every right to feel hurt. Just know, I would never hurt you. I love you far too much. They let go of my hands once you left and I ran out after you."

You dusted the salt away, breaking the circle, and you rushed into his arms. You were crying again. This time because you felt bad for jumping to conclusions.

"Hey," he cooed in your ear, holding you tight to his chest. "Don't cry, my sweetheart. We've both had too many tears. I thought you were going to leave me and I couldn't even sleep."

You went to say another apology only to be shushed.

Asmo swept you up into his arms and off of your feet.

"Asmo, what-"

"Shh, my sweet MC. We both need some special self-care and bonding time. I'm going to run us a hot bath, we'll do masks. We'll forget last night ever happened."

And you did everything he said you would and more. He wanted to erase that awful night from both of your memories.

Beelzebub:

Oh boy.

We know how Beel gets about his food being eaten, you know better than to even touch his food. He also respects you to not touch your food without permission.

Even then, you knew he couldn't help himself because of his sin. Food wasn't all he cared about, but it was hard to resist how strong the sin of gluttony affected him.

But this was about food.

So what caused this issue between the two of you?

A complete misunderstanding.

You had been getting out a really fancy pudding that you bought. It was big enough to share with Beel, which was your plan.

You left it on the counter for no more than five minutes and came back to it gone and Beel standing right there. He knew you had bought it, so you assumed he wouldn't eat it.

You were in shock, to say the least. You were very upset thinking he'd gone behind your back and eaten something he knew was yours.

"MC, I'm sorry," he said softly. He had that kicked puppy look and it broke your heart immediately.

"Why'd you eat it? I told you we were going to share it. I was really looking forward to that pudding and eating it with you."

"Eat it...? I didn't eat it. I thought you were mad at me for not stopping him."

"Wait, stopping who?" You were already out of the salt line, arms around your boyfriend in apology.

"Mammon. I came in after he finished the pudding off. I was going to tell him off, but he bolted when I walked in."

Oh, now it was on. Beel patted your head lightly, unable to stop chuckling. For once, food being eaten that was meant for you two didn't anger him. He was just glad you weren't mad at him.

"Instead of going to kill Mammon, how about we go buy a new pudding instead? I'll buy it and we can share it like you wanted."

Belphegor:

He's an easy one to have a fight with.

Not really big fights. Usually disagreements or getting frustrated.

And today was a frustration day.

You guys had at least two dates every week that took you out of the house as you spent much of your time indoors.

Belphie did not want to leave his bed. He even told you as much, saying it didn't matter if you went out because all that mattered was that you were together.

That was true, sure, but it also stung. It felt like your own feelings and what you wanted sometimes didn't matter to him.

He knew he had fucked up when you sniffled and walked away instead of responding.

"Hey." He sat down and looked at you, resting his cheek in his palm with his elbow on his knee.

"I'm sorry. I did some thinking and then talk about what happened with Beel. He scolded me for what I said to you."

"Good. You deserve it. You were being a complete ass."

"Yeah," he sighed. "I was being an ass to you. I'm sorry. I know you like it when we go out, and the fact that I was cranky from just waking up isn't an excuse for hurting your feelings. Am I allowed a second chance?"

You narrowed your eyes for a second before brushing some salt aside.

"I'm willing to be swayed for the price of some Bufo Egg Milk Tea and a movie."

Lucifer:

Lucifer understood from the beginning that you weren't very vocal about your feelings.

You shared your love for him in other ways instead.

You'd often remind him to take breaks, bring him tea or snacks, you even gave him shoulder massages when he started feeling stiff from sitting at his desk.

Lucifer didn't need to hear those three words from you to know you loved him. Your own comfort was of the utmost importance.

And then you said it for the very first time. Those words rang like a melody in his mind.

"Lucifer?"

He didn't realize he had been staring at you wordlessly for several minutes. He just couldn't believe his own ears.

You looked worried until he pulled you into his arms, a genuine smile etched on his handsome features.

He pressed a kiss to your lips and held you close.

"I love you, too, MC."

You broke into a smile of your own and wrapped your arms around him.

It was well worth the wait to hear those three words from you.

Mammon:

Listen, Mammon wasn't very good at saying what he wanted to most of the time.

With you not being the most vocal about how you felt, instead opting to show affection in other ways, he felt like there was less pressure on him.

Mammon was a very physical lover, giving you hugs and kisses or holding your hand. He always had a hand on you.

Things were comfortable between the two of you.

The day you said "I love you" to him, you were sure he had passed out standing up.

You were about to apologize to him when he grabbed one of your hands and pressed it to his face.

His face was hot, just as you expected it to be. You couldn't see a blush on his brown skin but his face absolutely radiated heat.

"You don't have to say it back if you're not ready-"

"Just give me a second!" His voice trembled and you could see the apologetic look on his face immediately for snapping.

He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"I-I love you, too, MC. I mean it! There's no one I'd rather have at my side than you!"

It wasn't often that Mammon didn't cover up his feelings with bravado. He was genuine in his words and it made you smile.

Leviathan:

Levi isn't really a verbal lover either. He isn't good at this whole verbal shows of affection thing.

The most you get from him is him calling you his Henry or even the times where he tells you that you're more important to him than Ruri-chan.

But never an "I love you". He's too anxious to say it first.

You two mostly show your love by simply spending time together. Whether you do things together or just exist in each other's space.

What you two have is very comfortable and safe. Levi was afraid that saying those three words might somehow ruin what you two already shared.

He actually planned on saying it to you first. It had taken a lot of psyching up, but he was sure he could do it. He even practiced!

Then you beat him to the punch and you saw his face turn cherry red in a matter of seconds.

He hid his face behind his hands and tried to breathe, peeking out at you from between his fingers.

"You don't have to say it back yet, Levi. I just...felt that the time was right for me personally."

The smile you offered him was so pure, so sweet, that it felt like he'd been shot through the heart!

He grabbed your sleeve when you went to turn away and change the subject on him. He pulled you into a hug and buried his face against your shoulder.

"I l-l-love you, t-too."

Satan:

You and Satan had a lengthy discussion when you started seeing each other about comfort and shows of affection.

So he knew from day one that you didn't tend to show your affection through words.

He didn't really mind it, either. Satan might love to read, and I think he'd be amazing at poetry, but he isn't usually one to share his feelings verbally either.

You two would often do things together and he'd always hold your hand.

He also liked reading to you. It was your special time together that he didn't allow anyone or anything to get in the way of.

It was during one of these special times that you said it.

He looked at you for just a few brief seconds before breaking out into a smile.

"I love you, too."

You snuggled in closer to him and he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

He didn't even question your decision to tell him you loved him at that moment. Why would he? If you were ready to say it, that was all that really mattered.

It wasn't a drastic change, but you did notice he began to say it when the two of you were alone.

Asmodeus:

Asmo told you he loved you every single day. He's a very vocal lover and a major quality time person, with a side of gift-giving.

He just loves to make sure you know you're loved!

But he told you from day one that you never had to say you loved him back. Your comfort and readiness were more important than hearing those words.

He never let you feel guilty about not returning those words.

The two of you were having a little fashion show in his bedroom. He had picked out so many outfits that he wanted to see you in.

He looked so soft and sweet, so happy. Your heart just swelled with emotions for him. You loved him so much. And you blurted it out.

"I love you." You said what you were thinking so naturally that it surprised even you.

Asmodeus squealed at those words and jumped up to hug you, resulting in you being spun around.

"I love you, too! The way you said that and the way you looked? You were so cute!"

Your cheeks felt hot as he gushed, but it didn't make you feel embarrassed. You knew he was just excitable.

He snapped a photo of you and then a selfie of the two of you together.

"These are going in my private folder all about us! I will remember this day for as long as I exist!"

Beelzebub:

You never had to say it with Beel. Beel knows that not everyone is comfortable showing their love verbally. Not everyone can be like Asmo.

Beel did say it first, he said it about two months into your relationship. But he assured you he didn't want you to feel pressured to say it back.

"Say it in your own time." Was what he had told you with his usual, gentle smile.

So you took your time. You wanted to find the right moment. You were sure you'd know it when it happened.

When it didn't come for months, you began to worry about it more and more.

Beel never once pressured you. He assured you that he knew you loved him because of the things you did together and the way you treated him.

You didn't expect to say it on your evening walk after Beel's Fangol practice.

The "night" of Devildom was so quiet and calm, though it was perpetually dark to varying degrees since the Devildom didn't have a sun.

"Hey, Beel," you said when the house was beginning to come into sight. "I love you."

He stopped walking and you were met with a grin.

He gently kissed the top of your head before you guys started walking again. "I love you, too."

Belphegor:

Belphie didn't say it for the longest time, either. He's not very vocal about his emotions.

That does have something to do with his bitterness and anger after the fall mixed with being locked up. His emotions got thrown for a loop and only just began to recover.

So there was no pressure on either of you to say it.

He often showed his affections through physical displays, mainly the fact that he preferred snuggling with you or holding your hand.

Your relationship was comfortable.

You guys were in your room one day, Belphie's head in your lap. Looking up at you just made the moment feel right to him.

"I love you, MC. I really, truly do."

His words of love caught you off guard but they felt so soft in your heart. It wasn't often to hear him being totally open without being a snarky little shit.

Which, to be fair, was something you loved about him.

"And I love you, Belphie." You ran your fingers through his hair as you said it, watching his lips curl up into a smile.

He pushed himself up so he could give you a kiss.

Lucifer:

"Luci, could you help me with this question on my homework?"

"Not if you call me by that stupid nickname I won't."

Lucifer hated cutesy nicknames. He was one of the seven lords of the Devildom under the Demon Prince himself.

Cute nicknames were not something he needed or wanted.

"Oh, come on! It's not like I use it in public...anymore. It's just the two of us!"

He rubbed his temples, trying to ignore your pleas.

He was glad you stopped using it in public but the damage was done. Lord Diavolo himself heard it and had, in fact, called him by Luci on more than one occasion.

It was finally stopping, thank goodness, but it was mortifying!

"I told you no. I'm not a fan of nicknames."

You pouted with your arms crossed. He wasn't going to relent on this and you knew it.

"Fine, fine. I will ditch the nickname if it makes you happy."

Now you were the grumbly one and he couldn't stand it. He hated nicknames but he hated you pouting even more.

"I will permit you to call me by...that nickname three times a day and only when we're alone."

"Yay! Thank you, Luci!" That was technically twice already but you didn't care.

"One more time and you're done for the day. Now, come here and let me see your work if you still want help."

Diavolo:

Listen, Diavolo spent his childhood with a very strict upbringing and no friends until Barbatos.

He loves nicknames but no one ever gave him one.

Until you, that is.

You two were in his castle having a meal together, something you often did as you grew closer to the point of beginning a relationship.

"Thank you for the meal, Dia. It was so tasty! I'll have to get the recipe from Barbatos and try it for myself."

You were worried when he just stared at you in response. Normally he was quick to summon his beloved butler and friend to fulfill your request.

"Dia...? Is something wrong?"

"That! Say it again!" He didn't mean to shout but his excitement was difficult to contain.

"Dia?" You were absolutely confused by his excitement over a nickname.

"Yes, that! A nickname of my very own! I've never had one before."

His excitement and joy aside, you felt bad hearing those words. You often forgot just how sheltered and closed off his upbringing was.

"I better not let Lucifer hear me say it. He'll give me a proper scolding about how I should be addressing you properly." You rolled your eyes at the very thought of getting lectured by Lucifer if he heard your nickname for your boyfriend.

"Oh, well, that doesn't matter. I'll tell him it's fine if you call me by a nickname! He can't fight that now can he?"

Lucifer:

Good luck finding anything to wear that isn't either his dress clothes, which is basically all he owns besides his uniform and his coat.

Let us say that he left his coat on his bed one day. I feel like he wouldn't always have it draped over his shoulders if he's just at the house.

You walked in, looking for him, and saw the coat. It was ripe for the picking.

Lucifer is about 6'3 and that coat hangs around his knees. You are drowning in that plush coat, it's so large on you. Unless you're close in height to him, of course. But for the sake of these headcanons, we're going with a short MC.

Anyway, you put on his coat and leave the room to go about your business around the house.

You weren't planning on going anywhere after all.

Lucifer walked out of his study after a few hours to see you in the hall wearing his coat.

He couldn't hide the smile that formed on his face at the very sight.

"If you wanted to wear my coat, all you had to do was ask."

He couldn't contain the chuckles at the sight of you having to work to keep his coat from dragging the ground.

Mammon:

He was in an absolute panic trying to find his beloved leather jacket.

Mammon couldn't figure out where it had gone! It was in his room when the two of you went to bed!

He woke up, you were gone, and it was nowhere to be seen!

Listen, he's not a morning demon and sometimes common sense fails him. He didn't put two and two together.

He rushes to your room and barges in.

"MC, have you seen my-" His eyes practically pop out of his head when he sees you wearing his jacket.

"Does it look good?" It was a bit big on you, Mammon is 6 feet tall after all.

"I...uh...well, it looks fine on ya! It looks better on m-me." He couldn't keep a straight face or maintain his usual tone.

You looked so good in his coat. He was going to have to buy you a matching one in your size.

He didn't actually get his coat back until you decided to give it back. He couldn't finish asking you to take it off because he was too busy staring at you and tripping over his own words.

Leviathan:

It was hard to get his clothes without him knowing. Borderline impossible.

I headcanon that Levi is autistic like I am. He is very particular with his clothes and isn't one to leave them lying around.

He had taken his cardigan jacket off during an intense gaming session, though, and tossed it into his tub bed. He knew it would be safe there.

He didn't plan on you coming in to see how he was doing and then putting on his jacket.

Levi went to take a break after playing several rounds with his online friends. He was starting to catch a chill, so he wanted to put his jacket back on.

Only to find you sitting in his tub wearing his jacket.

Blushy Levi activated. He wanted to be mad at you for wearing his jacket but it was impossible. You looked so cute!

Levi tried and failed to form a sentence several times while you waited patiently for him to find his words again.

"W-why are you wearing m-m-my jacket?"

You climbed out of the tub, the cardigan jacket now brushing against your ankles (this thing goes to just below HIS knees after all).

"I came in to check on you. Since you were busy I planned to wait. It's a bit chilly in here and saw your jacket and so I put it on. Do you mind?"

"I-I don't mind. Just...d-don't wear anyone else's clothes, okay? And ask me next time!"

Satan:

Look at Satan and tell me he wouldn't own a plethora of comfy sweaters. If you say he doesn't then how does it feel to be wrong?

Satan has plenty of cozy sweaters to choose from, he just really likes his light green V-neck sweater.

He had a feeling you were borrowing his sweaters, but he didn't plan to mention it if there was no reason to do so.

And then came in after a shower to you wearing his usual green sweater.

He couldn't deny that you looked awfully nice in it. He had never thought to imagine you wearing that sweater since it was the one he wore all the time.

"I see someone has stolen my sweater."

You laughed and shrugged your shoulders. "It's awfully comfortable. It's really soft, too. I can see why you like wearing it so much. Do you want me to take it off?"

He stared at you and put his hand on his chin in thought.

You decided not to wait for his answer, since he was clearly thinking about it, and moved to remove the sweater.

"No, no. Keep it on. I got caught up admiring you. If you want to wear my sweater, all you need to do is ask."

Asmodeus:

Yeah, good luck grabbing any part of his normal attire to wear without him knowing.

Asmodeus keeps track of his clothing. His clothes don't come cheap after all. He can't afford to leave anything lying about for someone to grab.

Let's say, though, that you put on his scarf while he was in his bathroom. He hadn't put it on yet but it was laid out neatly on his bed.

He walked out of his bathroom after doing a little light makeup, as you were going on a date, and he saw you wearing his black scarf.

Asmo giggled at the sight and walked over to you.

"I see I've got a clothing thief on my hands."

He didn't try to take the scarf off of you. In fact, he moved to adjust the scarf neatly on your frame so it didn't look sloppy.

"Don't you want it back?" You looked at him in mild confusion before he brought you over to his closet.

"Now, darling, I have multiple scarves. I just really like that one. I have another black scarf exactly the same as that one in case I ever lose the first."

Leave it to Asmo to be prepared for anything.

Beelzebub:

Literally, all you needed to do was ask him and he would have let you wear any of his clothes from the waist up. You wouldn't fit into his sweatpants, he's 6'4 and an absolute tank.

He was coming in from his morning jog, so his jacket was still in his room where he had also left you sleeping.

He didn't look when he grabbed his pajamas off the bed and headed off for a quick shower.

Beel saw when he returned that you were curled up in his jacket, face partially covered. You probably got up briefly when he left for his jog and put it on.

You looked so cute and peaceful that he didn't have the heart to wake you. He climbed back into bed and laid down with you. It was a weekend so you didn't have to go to RAD anyway.

You woke up for breakfast a little while later and your boyfriend was already awake.

"Morning, Beel," you yawned, pushing your hand through the fabric until it found its way through the sleeve so you could rub your face.

"You look really cute in my jacket. Did I wake you up when I left?"

"Nah, I woke up while you were gone. I missed having you to snuggled with so I put on your jacket instead."

He offered you his hand as you got up. "Wear it for as long as you want. I don't mind."

Belphegor:

It isn't hard to snag his jacket(cardigan?) from him. You just have to wait for him to take it off.

He gets annoyed when napping if it's on and has one of the buttons done up. He doesn't think it's very comfortable.

You put on the cardigan before settling in next to him. His head was now on your lap as you lazily scrolled through your phone.

His cardigan was so warm and cozy. You could understand why he liked it so much. It was a bit like wearing a blanket, especially if you put the hood on.

He woke up some time later and saw from his one open eye that you were wearing his cardigan.

Belphie yawned before opening both eyes to look up at you from his spot in your lap.

"Got cold, huh? Sorry, it's easier to sleep when it's colder."

You snorted and ran your fingers through his hair.

"It was fair game since you ditched it for a more comfortable napping experience. It's very nice to wear. Super soft."

Another day, another bullshit scenario. The House of Lamentation didn't seem to know the concept of peace and quiet. You wanted ONE morning where there wasn't something happening. One morning without arguing or pranks or just general chaos. One fucking morning.

So what was it that morning where your patience was wearing thin? Everyone was shouting, save for Beel and Belphie, and you couldn't even remember what had started it. It began as a simple accusation, if you recalled correctly, and began devolving into accusations, and then came the raised voices.

You couldn't take it. You were a very, VERY patient person. You were the calm one normally when things got chaotic. Even when you engaged in antics with the Anti Lucifer League or with Mammon, you were calm and generally neutral. Not this time.

"I am this close to snapping if you guys do not shut the fuck up." Your voice wasn't raised like theirs, but there was a tone in your voice that made all heads snap towards you.

They'd never seen or heard you like that before.

Lucifer:

He stopped moving with his teacup at his lips.

Did you just-?

"Lucifer, don't you dare look at me like that. I've had enough. I'm sick of there being some form of chaos day in and day out. I just want some peace for once."

He shot a warning glance across the table when you weren't looking, daring anyone to speak out against this.

Honestly? He liked the idea of there not being some form of chaos for once.

He's the eldest brother, sure, but he's also basically turned into a dad of six.

He can't complain about the peace, albeit tense, you've created with a single statement.

You did more than he ever could with all his threats and punishments.

He might just encourage you to let loose your anger more often if it means quiet mornings.

A little disappointed when you return to your normal, peaceful self.

Mammon:

Man shuts up IMMEDIATELY.

Now, he would normally push his luck. He's known for pushing buttons.

But there's something about that tone to your voice that puts the fear of his father in him.

He doesn't want to take this risk. He has a feeling he might regret it.

You adore Mammon but he's definitely the loudest of the bunch and is usually the prime cause of chaos.

Breakfast goes by in peace and quiet for the first time in...ever.

But he pulls you aside when everyone leaves for RAD.

"Listen, MC, I-"

"I'm sorry I snapped earlier, Mams. I didn't mean to get so frustrated. It's just the same chaos every single day and it's honestly exhausting."

The two of you walked together, hand in hand. It actually took him a few hours to return to his own normal self after that experience.

Leviathan:

Levi's mouth hung open at how angry you sounded.

He had been in the middle of insulting Mammon and demanding his money back, seeing as Mammon still had yet to repay him.

And you snapped.

Normally you were on his side! You were always telling him to insist on getting his money back!

And you were never the angry type before. It was very jarring and he didn't know how to react.

Levi was very uncomfortable for the rest of breakfast.

He understood that you were tired and wanted some quiet, but he couldn't help but feel guilty.

He had been part of the problem that pushed you that far to begin with.

He quietly held your hand under the table and gave it a few squeezes.

You two had a language in taps and squeezes. That sequence of squeezes meant one thing. I'm sorry.

You stopped him before leaving and gave him a tight hug. "I'm sorry, too, Levi. I just...snapped. I didn't mean to."

Satan:

There was a smirk on his face at your minor snap.

This is the Avatar of Wrath, anger is nothing new to him.

In all honesty, he sensed your rising anger and was waiting for you to reach your breaking point.

A little bit disappointed that you didn't actually fully snap at his brothers like he was expecting you to.

He supports you being angry or frustrated. You had dealt with his outbursts numerous times, it'd be hypocritical if he judged you when you got angry.

"MC, it's good to get your anger out. If you want to, there's a place that lets you destroy things in a contained space. It's a good place to let loose."

It was honestly really moving that he wanted to help you let out all of the frustrations you were pushing back in order to remain patient.

You let him know every time you started getting to your breaking point and he'd take you somewhere to rage or just listen to you vent.

He's one of the very supportive ones of your anger.

You two can get annoyed at the chaos together. The only chaos he wants to cause is for Lucifer through pranks.

Asmodeus:

Baby boy dropped his fork at your words.

You two had been dating for months and never had he heard you speak like that. Ever.

Under other circumstances, he might have found that tone of voice to be sexy. Not in this case.

He was actually a bit afraid. Your demeanor was reminding him quite a bit of an annoyed Satan.

He wanted to speak up about how being angry or frustrated was bad for your skin, and you must have known that.

"Asmo, I love you, but if you go on about skincare right now I will leave this table."

He finished his food quietly. He had that sad puppy look the whole time though.

"Asmo," you said a little while later. He'd been very quiet since breakfast.

"Asmo, I'm sorry I got mad. I'm usually so-"

"I understand, darling," he said, kissing your forehead gently. "You have every right to be frustrated. It's natural. We don't make your life easy either. You just took me by surprise."

Beelzebub:

He stopped eating the moment those words left your mouth.

He had food in one hand and the other was holding one of yours.

The man was too stunned to even react.

His sweet, kind MC actually got angry.

He swallowed and set his food down.

"Don't worry, Beel. It wasn't directed at you. You don't get up to bullshit very often. Normally, you get dragged into it."

The look of concern faded into relief. At least you weren't mad at him. He wouldn't have been able to finish breakfast if you were.

Though he still didn't want to finish. He didn't lose his appetite, but he wanted to make sure there was more than normal for everyone.

He didn't want to do anything that might upset you.

Sweet Beel isn't so sweet when he shoots glances at anyone that starts getting rowdy or chaotic that entire day. Especially his brothers.

Belphegor:

He was in a sleepy haze when you spoke.

Suddenly he was wide awake and trying not to snicker.

He adored you for your patience and kindness, but he was pretty sure he found this side of you to be very attractive.

He smirked at how quiet his brothers went and he laid his head down on the table.

They were more stunned than anything. Why should be stunned though?

It wasn't like your words were directed at him. He didn't always participate in the daily chaos.

"Oh don't think you're exempt, Belphie. I love you but you're not any better than them when you get going."

He simply shrugged and opened one eye to look at you.

"Yeah, maybe. I just really like seeing you stand your ground. You're always so calm and passive."

Lucifer:

He was sitting in his study, working on some paperwork, when you walked in.

He had grown very used to you voicing how you felt and what you needed at the moment. It was nothing new.

"Luci," you said, shifting from one foot to the other.

"What is it, MC?" He didn't even look up from his writing, brows furrowed with concentration.

"I really need a hug right now. I'm just...I don't know. I feel down for some reason."

He immediately capped his ink and set his pen down.

Lucifer held out his arms to you and you immediately took the open invitation to sit on his lap for a hug.

He kissed the side of your head, now more concerned about what had you feeling upset.

"So, tell me, do you know what might have been the cause?"

"Not really, I just started feeling a bit blue and needed a hug from you. I'm already feeling better. I don't think it was anything major."

He chuckled. You tried to move but he didn't let go.

"You've already interrupted my work. You're not going anywhere until I decide to let you go."

Mammon:

You're everything he wants to be, honestly.

Mammon's our textbook tsundere. He doesn't know how to be open about his feelings unless he's in the right mood and has you on your own.

You're much more open and you never stutter or blush about it.

"Mammon," you whined and reached out your arms. "I want a hug. I really don't know why, nothing's wrong, but I just have the desire for a hug."

Now, by this point, Mammon was used to it. He didn't stammer whenever you asked him for affection anymore.

"Tch, of course you want one of the Great Mammon's hugs! Who wouldn't want one?"

He pulled you against his chest and hugged you tight, though not so tight as to crush you with his strength.

Mammon had gotten loads better about his hugs. Either they were so soft you barely felt them or too tight because he often forgot his own strength as a demon compared to your human body.

You smiled and hugged him back before feeling yourself be swept around in a circle.

His hugs were always so warm and comforting. You were glad he had gotten over the nervous Mammon who needed a front just to hug you and was now more than willing to hug you on a whim.

All you needed to do was say the word and he was there.

"Now then, need any more hugs?"

Leviathan:

He took a very long time with getting used to your openness.

Levi struggles more than any of the other brothers with physical contact of any kind. He gets nervous and jumpy.

You were so confident and ready for acts of affection when you needed them. You were his polar opposite.

Before you two began dating, he'd be seething with envy every single time you asked his brothers for a hug. But then he couldn't provide you the same thing.

"Levi, can I sit in your lap for a while?"

You asked that anytime you were craving cuddles. You knew he'd turn red, that he'd be anxious, but he never turned you down.

"I-I guess," he choked. "Just don't go asking anyone else for this!"

You sat down in his lap and wrapped your arms around him, resting your head against his. He slowly wrapped one arm around your waist and held you secure against his body.

And he was bright red as usual. The blush would fade as time ticked by. It always did.

You appreciated the fact that, despite how anxious it made him, he never turned you down when you needed him.

"Levi," you said to get his attention.

He merely hummed in response, eyes trained on the screen in front of both of you.

"I love you~!" You pressed a kiss to his cheek, letting it last for several seconds before pulling away.

Levi was frozen, face redder than ever. "I-I love you, t-too."

Satan:

He was never opposed to your openness about how you felt.

Honestly? He found it very refreshing to be around you compared to anyone else in the Devildom.

Even his own brothers weren't the most open with how they felt or what they needed. Lucifer was the Avatar of Pride, but everyone had their own pride. Even Asmo hid how he really felt behind his grins and desire for attention.

You being so open and honest? It was a breath of fresh air.

He never failed to indulge you in whatever you needed.

This carried over and grew when the two of you made your relationship official.

He was in the middle of watching his favorite detective series on TV when you plopped down onto the couch and snuggled up against him.

"Needing some attention?"

"Nope! I just wanted to cuddle with you. I'm in a good mood today and you always make me happy, so it's just extra happiness!"

He flushed bright pink at your honest words and draped his arm around you.

How could someone be so precious and not even realize it? You held so much power over him, the Avatar of Wrath, without even needing to use the pact you were in with him.

It was amazing how one human changed him.

"I'm always happy when you're with me, too, MC."

Asmodeus:

Asmo is very demanding of attention, but he's not very honest about why he wants it.

He puts on the front of "I'm the most perfect being in all three realms, everyone should be paying attention to me".

But you learned as you got closer to him that that was all it was. A front. A front for a deeply insecure demon.

Your honesty about how you felt and what you needed was something he was floored by.

The more time he spent with you, the more you rubbed off on him. The thing was, he would never be as open as you were with everyone. His openness extended to you and you alone.

"Asmo!" You ran up to him and hugged him tightly.

You two hadn't been together once that day. You were both insanely busy and then he had a meeting after school.

"I was getting a bit lonely, I'm so happy to see you!" Your smile was beyond radiant.

He may insist he's the most beautiful creature to exist, but he knew that honor went to you and you alone.

"I missed you too, darling! All I could think about was getting to spend time with you! I'm sorry you started to feel lonely."

He petted your hair lightly and moved in for a soft kiss to your lips.

"We've got some time before dinner, can we spend that time together? I wanna make up for not getting to see you much today."

He chuckled and began escorting you to his room for a nice relaxation session. "You never need to ask to spend time with me, MC. I love being with you."

Beelzebub:

He's the best to go to when you need hugs. He's big and warm and honestly very comforting.

He works very hard to keep his strength in mind when giving you hugs because he doesn't want to accidentally crush you like a grape. No matter your height, you're small compared to him.

"Beel," you sighed, "I'm sad. Can I have a hug?"

You had barely finished your sentence before you were scooped into a warm embrace. He knew just how tight to hold you without it hurting you.

You melted against his body, the comfort already beginning to make you at least feel a little less sad.

"Tell me, why are you sad," he murmured against the top of your head.

"I guess...I'm feeling a little bit homesick. I miss home and everything I used to do. I love it here and I love you and your brothers, but..."

He could understand where you were coming from. There had been many, many times where Beelzebub felt homesick for the Celestial Realm no matter how many centuries passed.

"But you still miss home. I understand that. Is there anything I can do to help?"

You smiled and finally pulled back so you could look up your sweet, tender-hearted boyfriend.

"You already are helping me, Beel. Just talking to me and giving me a hug helps more than you even know."

"Then I'll hug you for as long as you want until you don't feel sad anymore."

Belphegor:

Belphie has a lot of emotional problems. We know this.

But while he seems like he doesn't care about how most others feels, he's actually incredibly caring in his own way. He just doesn't know how to show it like you do.

He tries really hard to be what you need him to. The only other person he's emotionally in tune with is Beelzebub, and that is partly because of their twin connection.

You two were in the planetarium one night, laying on the floor to look up at the projection of the human world night sky up above you. Something he hoped to do for real one day with you.

"Belphie, could you hold me for a bit?"

He sat up and rolled his eyes. "Come here." He patted the spot between his legs in front of him. "Back to my chest. That way you can still look up with me."

You moved and got situated in your spot. His arms wound around your waist and his chin atop your head.

"Something on your mind? Or did you just have the craving for physical affection?"

"Maybe a bit of both? Just looking up at the sky projection makes me miss seeing it for real."

He squeezed you gently in response. A bout of homesickness was to be expected, he couldn't blame you for that.

"But I did also just wanna be in your arms, too! So it's a good excuse in a way!"

You were already having an absolutely rotten day. Nothing was going right. You burned your hand making breakfast, forgot all of your homework in your room, were forced to stay after RAD, didn't even get to eat lunch, had extra homework because you had nothing to turn in, your backpack was stolen, and you were still expected to make a massive dinner since Beel could eat enough to feed an entire army.

Everything fucking sucked.

You were in the kitchen, sourly making dinner when you finally lost the will to keep it together. You dropped a glass dish and it shattered on the ground. If it hadn't been for everything else this would not have been a big deal. Alas, you were done with everything. You couldn't keep it together anymore. You started sobbing instead of sweeping up the shattered glass.

"MC-" Your boyfriend rushed into the kitchen to see you crying and the glass on the ground.

Lucifer:

You couldn't even stop crying long enough to tell him why you were upset.

He gently lead you away from the glass and pulled you into his arms.

"I need you to talk to me so I can help you," he said softly.

You sniffled and hiccuped your way through a rundown of your shitty day.

He couldn't help but sigh. Not at you but at the fact that you'd had such a bad day without even telling him.

"I want you to take a few deep breaths and then go wash up. I'll clean this up, I'll make dinner, and then you and I can meet in my room. Don't even worry about that extra work. I'll talk with Lord Diavolo. You did the original work and can turn it in tomorrow. If the teachers have a problem then they can answer to him."

He planned to find the demons that stole your bag, too. He would do that after you went to sleep for the night.

He didn't want you stressing over anything else.

"Next time, though, I want you to talk to me first. Don't let things get this bad. You know you can lean on me."

Mammon:

Poor Mammon was in a panic when he rushed into the kitchen. He thought you had been seriously hurt.

Seeing you in tears didn't help. But you didn't have a scratch on you.

He pulled you away from the glass and checked you over frantically just to be sure.

"Hey," he murmured when you buried your face against his chest. "What's going on? Why're you cryin'?"

You explained your day to him with your face pressed against his shirt. You were too upset to look up at him.

His blood started to boil when you got to the part about your bag being stolen on your way home. He cursed himself for not picking you up.

"Sit tight. I'll clean this up and, uh, I'll talk to Lucifer. See if someone else can finish dinner. I ain't about to let my human cook dinner when they're this upset!"

He was trying to put on a front for you but his concern outweighed everything else. He hated seeing you cry.

Lucifer had Satan finish kitchen duty for you, telling Mammon that he should take care of you.

"The Great Mammon is here, MC. I...I want you to depend on me."

Leviathan:

Your adorably awkward boyfriend had gotten up for some water when he heard the commotion. The short sprint to the kitchen left him wheezing but it was worth it for you.

You didn't look hurt, though he worried about your feet with the glass on the floor.

He swept it up quickly and hesitantly pulled your hands apart so he could see your face, only for you to hug him instead.

The normally blushy otaku wrapped his arms around you without a second thought.

"What happened? You're not hurt, right? I-I heard you crying and got worried."

You explained everything once you had calmed down a bit.

"I-I'll tell Lucifer about your bag, hopefully, we can find the thief! I'll do it myself if I have to! Until then, you can borrow one of the bags I have."

He was a bit awkward about rubbing your back but you found it soothing. He was trying really hard for you.

Levi let you sit down while he finished cooking for you. The game on pause in his room was far from his mind because he just wanted to be of help to you.

"I know I'm awkward and sometimes I don't know what to say, but I'm here for you. You can count on me."

Satan:

Satan had seen you earlier that day, only briefly, but he had a bad feeling. You hadn't looked like you were feeling great.

This only confirmed what he thought before. He wished he had pulled you aside to talk to you sooner.

He was careful to not let you step on the glass as he pulled you away and into his arms.

"Wanna talk about it?" He reassuringly ran his hand up and down your back until you felt like talking.

Listening to you talk about your day both hurt his heart and made him angry.

He planned to find the demon that stole from you and make them suffer for touching your stuff to begin with.

"I'm sure someone else will cook tonight. I'll do it myself if I have to. You shouldn't be cooking. After dinner, I'll help you with all that bullshit extra work you were given. I'll do it myself if I need to."

You couldn't even argue with him. He kissed your head and you walked off to take a hot bath and tell Lucifer what was going on.

Satan was true to his word. He ended up making dinner that night and he thoroughly helped you get through the work you were given.

"I love you, MC, and I am always here for you. You don't have to go through bad days alone."

Asmodeus:

Asmodeus was so scared that you had been hurt that he almost stepped on the glass himself.

But he didn't. He caught sight of it last minute and carefully stepped around it. Then he helped you get away from it, too.

Seeing you so upset was upsetting for him. You were a light in the world, you deserved to be happy. Seeing you sad was painful.

Asmo held you tightly in his arms and rocked with you gently, murmuring soft words to you until you were able to calm your crying down.

"Wanna tell me what happened? I hate seeing you so upset, my darling."

He listened carefully to your day. He planned to take extra good care of you and use his connections to find your stolen bag.

You watched him text on his D.D.D. before Lucifer came into the kitchen, telling you both to leave and that he would take care of cleaning the mess and dinner.

They were in agreement that it would be better for you to just relax and hopefully recover from all the stress from that day instead.

He escorted you to his bedroom where he immediately set to drawing you a hot bath in his tub.

"I'm always going to be here to help you, darling. Please come to me when things get to be too much."

Beelzebub:

It's no surprise that he was already nearing the kitchen when you dropped the dish. No, he wasn't there to get snacks. He wanted to see what you were making and if you wanted any help.

But he moved fast the second he heard glass breaking and you crying.

The first thing he did was pick you up and set you on the counter, checking you over for injuries. He even checked the bottoms of your feet to make sure you didn't get any glass stuck in them.

He knew that there was no way you were crying over a simple dish.

"What's going on, MC? I'll listen."

You told him everything and he held you aginst his chest. He pressed kisses to the top of your head every once in a while.

"I hate that you've had such a bad day. I can make it a bit better, though."

You were confused by what he meant and he smiled a bit.

"Your stolen bag. I meant to give it to you earlier but you weren't really in the mood to talk. I saw some low level demon with it on my way home from practice, so I got it back. I could smell you on it and knew it was yours."

"You can always talk to me, MC. You help everyone else all the time. I love you and helping you is just one of the things that I can do for you."

Belphegor:

To be honest, he was already on his way to you anyway. Belphie tended to get bored if he couldn't be with you. He figured he could sit with you while you cooked.

But he did not like seeing you so upset.

He lead you away form the glass and got the mess cleaned up, not wanting to step in glass himself. Then he pulled you into a warm hug.

"Alright, talk to me. I know this is about more than some stupid glass dish."

You couldn't help but weakly laugh before you began telling him about your shitty day.

He was mad at himself for skipping RAD that day knowing what you told him. He could have helped you a lot sooner if he had just been there.

He'd get your bag back for you, too, mark his words.

For now, though, you were more important than the missing bag. You needed him.

He didn't want to take over cooking himself, so he messaged Satan about it who agreed to take over for you instead. That way he was able to take you up to the attic for some peace and quiet.