The view from up here really was something. Bdubs leaned against a support beam that Scar added a few years ago, the metal ringing out over the barren floor of the skyscraper. Sure he was dirty and the climb down was going to be a pain and they were going to have to carry a ton of supplies down to a floor that actually had a supply pulley system in place, but Bdubs didn’t care about any of that. The view, the late afternoon sun…it was magical.
It helped that Etho got hot during their little adventure and pulled off his jacket so he was in a tanktop and his mask and Bdubs could appreciate his muscles when Etho wasn’t looking. He’d gotten a lot of time to glance at Etho as he crated up supplies Bdubs broke down and Bdubs certainly was not about to complain.
“You done staring yet? I could use some help with the last few crates,” Etho said, setting one such crate at Bdubs’s feet. Bdubs had to remind himself Etho was talking about the sunset and not his arms before he replied.
“I’ll have you know I did so much of the work today mister!” Bdubs said, flailing his arms and secretly delighting in the small giggle it got out of Etho.
“Whatever you say, ‘Dubs,” Etho responded, carrying his own crate off towards the stairs. The pulley system was two floors below and they couldn’t ride it down, so if they wanted to get back to the city before nightfall they really needed to hurry. Bdubs grumbled and bent down, hurrying after the white haired man. They'd cleared all the mobs on their way up, and Bdubs was sure there would be a few who'd come back on the lower floors, but Etho was keeping an eye on the crates for them both. So those two floors, at least, were clear.
Bdubs placed his crate onto the little platform that would send them all down to be loaded onto his wagon back home and when he stood up, he found Etho mere inches from his face. He gasped but didn’t move back and Etho seemed just as shocked to be standing as close as he was. The floor was silent, neither one of them moved, and Bdubs could feel the ghost of Etho’s breath on his own face.
The moment was over before Bdubs could fully process it, Etho clearing his throat and standing up. There was just a hint of splotchy red underneath his mask, and he found the horizon to be quite interesting. “Sorry – Sorry, ‘Dubs, uh,” he said, taking another deep breath before hitting the button to send the crates down. “I didn’t realize I was that close to you when I was tying my shoes.”
“Awww, no big deal!” Bdubs said, coloring his voice with more of his boisterous tone to try and cover up how much his voice wanted to crack. He watched the crates descend instead of staring at Etho, absolutely sure he could no longer cover up how red his face would be, one hand remaining firmly in contact with the railing that kept him from falling off the edge of the building. He felt like he was going to float away.
The platform came to the end of its rope and Etho cleared his throat, turning and walking back towards the stairs. “We should hurry up, yeah? Gonna be tired by the time we get to your wagon,” he said. Bdubs turned to follow, going to reply, when his brow furrowed. Etho was wearing slip on shoes.
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(obey me!) moments where they fall in love with you all over again
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It’s dinner, and you’re talking about mundane things that happened during your day. You saw a cool bird, got some gum stuck on your shoe, and bought a new flavor of toothpaste to try. Everyone is listening intently. If only they would pay this much attention in class.
Lucifer knows the way his brothers look at you all too well. It’s a look full of respect, admiration, and fondness. It’s a look that’s often reflected on his own face when in your presence. At first he never really understood why you put up with his siblings, as the option to ignore them and be on your way was always there. Yet you continue to make time for them anyway. How unusual.
Moments like these where everyone is together and you don’t treat them as the Seven Rulers of Hell, you just treat them as your dear friends and family. That’s what makes Lucifer soft. He tries to imagine a long future of things staying just like this.
---02
Mammon’s hesitant to lend anybody money, even you. It takes a few minutes to butter him up and fluff his ego before he relents. At last, he hands you the crispest bill in his wallet. “Don’t spend it all in one place,” he kids, knowing full well he’d do just that if he was in your shoes.
He’s curious what you plan to buy. It never dawns on him that you have no intention of spending the cash. Half an hour later, he finds it on his desk. The exact same bill, now creased and folded neatly into an origami bird.
He picks it up to wiggle the little paper wings, entranced, then looks around frantically and catches your eye. A playful smile graces your face and tugs at his heartstrings.
---03
Leviathan is not typically one to make mistakes when it comes to anime. But even he’s not perfect.
He had it set in his mind that the new show premiered at 6:00pm, which left plenty of time to prepare the ultimate solo viewing party after school. He was humming quietly to himself when you walked over. “Isn’t your show starting soon?”
You specifically took an interest in his hobbies. You remembered that it started at 16:00 (four o’clock), not 6:00. Leviathan wondered, how could he make such a egregious mistake? You were the one who dashed back to the House of Lamentation at full speed by his side. When your human stamina started failing, he unconsciously picked you up so you’d both make it in time. You made it with two minutes to spare.
Sweaty and out of breath, still in uniform, you were able to watch the premiere together. It wasn’t until after credits rolled, you went elsewhere, and the live reactions on social media started calming down that Levi realized what a big deal this was to him. What a big deal you were to him.
---04
Satan wasn’t expecting you to be spacing out in his favorite armchair. He had plans to read in it that evening, and considered asking you politely to move. But the way the lamp light shines on your skin, the thoughtful expression on your face while pondering ideas unknown. The way your lips part ever so slightly and your eyes gaze off into nothing. It captivates him. You look like a painting. His breath gets caught in his throat, and in clearing it he manages to break your trance.
“Oh, hey. Welcome home, I didn’t realize you were there.”
You go to get out of the chair, but Satan insists you stay. It doesn’t look right without you anymore. He doesn’t feel right without you anymore.
---05
Asmodeus does not have wardrobe malfunctions often. His outfits are of the highest quality and a lot of care goes into putting them on. Still, things happen.
When his fans rush forward out of nowhere, sometimes they are successful in tearing his clothes. A fistful of shirt here, a mouthful of pants-leg there. Being in the center of a lust-fueled stampede can make even the most collected people lose their minds, but you are steadfast. You shout at the rabid demons, shaming them for their disrespect. You believe you can chase them off all on your own, not knowing that the Avatar of Lust behind you is exuding a killer aura and warning his fans to back off with a powerful glare.
As you sloppily stitch up what remains of his shirt so he can walk home without the incident repeating, Asmodeus is smiling from ear to ear. You’re so focused on genuinely helping that you don’t even notice the bedroom eyes he’s flashing. The scene of you waving your arms and trying to chase off a pack of demons as if they were stray pigeons is permanently ingrained in his memory. Just as your existence is ingrained in his soul.
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Beelzebub knows what he likes. He knows what will catch his interest and is pleasantly surprised when a new one crops up.
One thing he likes is you. Another is food. Both are in the cafeteria. He piles a tray high with carbs and goes looking for you at lunch time, finding you seated in the middle of a long table at the edge of the room. He calls your name.
It’s unexpected, the way you quickly swing your head up mid-bite. Your cheeks are full and noodles dangle from your mouth, sauce dripping back onto your plate. Your eyes light up as you look at him from below. It makes him stop in his tracks, causing several shorter demons to walk into him. Such a simple action, yet so profound. You hurriedly chew and offer him a seat while Beelzebub powers through his emotions. He takes a seat across from you to offer a napkin, wondering when he’ll see that face again.
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It’s late, far past everyone’s bedtime. Yet Belphegor forgot to tell you something during the day and decided now would be a great time. When you don’t respond to the quiet knocks at your door, he lets himself inside. Your sleeping figure looks too comforting to resist and he gets the brilliant idea to crawl into bed with you to whisper in your ear.
The problem is, as soon as he lifts the covers, you fart. It’s loud. You don’t move an inch, remaining fast asleep and ignorant of what just happened.
Belphegor freezes in his tracks to process it, but is soon doubled over on the futon laughing. The vibrations wake you. You sleepily open your eyes to see who is in hysterics and ask the obvious: “what?”
Belphegor is laughing too hard to tell you. He doesn’t want to tell you. It’s too priceless. You groggily smack him with a spare pillow and it makes him laugh harder. While he loves to look at you, that week it becomes difficult for him to meet your eyes without erupting into a fit of giggles.
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