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I am looking forward to chapter 7

Can you do where the brothers react to Mammon coming to their room looking shaken up and then they open the door and then he immediately hugs them and whispers you're okay you're alive before crying and passing out again

Brothers React To Mammon Coming To Their Room Shaken Up

LUCIFER

The budget won't cut it. Twenty percent more needs to be added to the cafeteria funds and five to the construction of the new theatre—

There's a resolute knocking on his door, one that won't even when Lucifer asks to quieten his banging. Hurriedly placing a paperweight on the documents, he gets up with a huff and curses, dreading what shenanigans his brothers have done this time.

But when he opens the door, the sight is unlike anything the demon has ever seen before.

"Mammon," He mumbles, surprised to see his brother so dishevelled. His hair's messy, and his shoulders are trembling, with tear stains and watery eyes.

But before he can say or do anything, the white-haired demon's arms are around him.

"You're okay. You're okay—you're alive and you're here—ain't—ain't leavin' me—"

The words have the demon baffled.

Words, simple words spoken in a worried tone, and they have an immediate effect on Lucifer, who stands in a stupor, and only when Mammon clings to him does he finally regain his senses and hug his brother back.

Mammon must be drunk, Lucifer notices as he gapes at his babbling brother whose hugging him like a koala. Mammon must had a nightmare, Lucifer realizes when he sees his watery eyes and the way the demon hugs him. Mammon must love him, Lucifer concludes as he stares at his brother's unconscious form, finally asleep with his head on Lucifer's chest.

The Avatar of Pride stands in a daze as he cradles his brother. There's an heaviness in his heart that he can't describe, and when Lucifer blinks he can feel tears stream down his cheeks.

Tears of love.

Seems brothers have the same nightmares. A bittersweet smile forms on his face as Lucifer closes the door and leads Mammon to his bed, an action he's grown accustomed to since his Celestial days.

Pulling aside the covers, the demon gently rests Mammon's head on the pillow as he tucks him in, and with a kiss to his head and a spell, the lights go out, save for the candles.

LEVIATHAN

In the middle of DevilCraft, there's a persistent knock at his door.

"Password?" Leviathan calls out, knowing that none of his brothers know the code to access his room. And it's there for a good reason: to keep his brothers out and have some privacy, where his room is his domain, away from normies and scummy hands.

Mammon, whose attempted to steal the Exclusive Ruri-Chan figurines.

But when the knocking doesn't stop, and a reply doesn't come, Leviathan groans as he gets up from his chair, cursing at the person behind.

"Why are you banging on my door at such a—"

Before Levi can complete his sentence, Mammon has wrapped his arms around him, and Levi has to lean on the doorframe for support.

"W-What?" The demon blurts out, dumbfounded at Mammon's state. Messy hair and watery eyes, like he'd been gaming or crying.

"You're okay, you're okay and—and you're alive. You're here and y-you're alive."

Levi stands shocked.

No insult falls out of his mouth, no attempt is made to push his brother away. Instead, the purple-haired demon barely manages to muster a sentence before Mammon is out cold, and he has to lean forward to hold his limp form.

With shaky hands and heaving breaths, Levi closes the door with one foot as he drags himself and Mammon to his tub, and as smoothly as he can manage make his elder brother comfortable.

With an Azuki-tan pillow by his side to prevent nightmares, Levi pulls his gaming chair near his tub, and the demon sits in it while staring at Mammon's sleeping form.

And when Levi opens his mouth to speak, all that spills past his lips is a cry.

His heart aches.

With a need to feel his brother, physical touch that the demon sneered at. But now, Leviathan leans forward to hold Mammon's hand in his own, not knowing what to do with his heart.

So, he squeezes the hand as tight as he can.

It's like the Celestial Days, all over again.

SATAN

The knight is just about to kill the dragon and save his kingdom from downfall. He unsheathes his sword, and with a prayer in mind, plunges it forward—

There's a knock at his door.

Putting his book down, he gets up from the bed to unlock the door, the question already on his tongue. But as soon as the door swings open, Satan arches an eyebrow in confusion.

"What are you doing up so late—oompf!"

In a clumsy motion, Mammon has wrapped his arms around the blonde demon, all the while babbling incomprehensible words. Only when Satan leans closer, does he hear loud and clear.

"You're okay—you—you're alive and you're breathing in front of me. You're here."

And then Mammon goes limp in his arms, as Satan supports him with his arms to prevent him from falling.

He doesn't know what to say. So Satan settles for placing Mammon on his bed and tucking him in, after removing the stray books.

Satan decides to stand against the bed, almost as if keeping guard. He doesn't no what to say or do. Mammon must have had a nightmare, apparent from the way his shoulders shook and his eyes were red. But the contents of the dream is what baffles Satan.

He loves his younger brother.

This is an emotion Satan thought he only felt for cats. But now, when he sees Mammon asleep in the moonlight after passing out in his arms can only be described as a fear to lose what he loves.

And, in the silence of the room, the dam finally bursts.

ASMODEUS

The insistent pounding on the door makes him wake from his beauty sleep.

Asmodeus grumbles and curses as he groggily gets up to open the door, and complaints are already on his tongue, ready to be spit at the brother that dared to disturb his sleep.

"Mammon?" Asmodeus mutters, shocked at his brothers appearance. And before Asmodeus can even comprehend, hands are all over his face, tracing his features in a frenzy.

"You're here. You're here and you're alive and—and y-you're breathing. You're okay."

Before Asmodeus can say anything more, Mammon collapses in his arms. The demon doesn't know what do, utterly dumfounded by his brother's words.

So he does what comes to mind: close the door and lead Mammon to his bed. It's a tiresome task, given that the demon is heavy, but Asmodeus manages, and tucks him under the plush blankets.

The sleepiness has vanished from Asmodeus.

Observing the gentle rise and fall of Mammon's chest, Asmodeus leans against the wall as he tries to sort the mess in his mind.

He remembers how the white-haired demon was babbling, garbled words spilling past his lips as he clutched his nightshirt feverishly. That same look, that exact expression was what he gave Mammon when Lilith's punishment was announced.

He remembers the pain.

His vision grows blurry and Asmo blinks; the action sending tears falling down his cheeks. Mammon was brave, he remembers, he was brave back then and he is so even now.

The mattress sinks under a new weight.

BEELZEBUB

A knock at the door makes him wake up from his sleep.

Running a hand through his hair, Beel grunts as he gets up and walks towards the door. It wasn't uncommon for Belphegor to come back into their room after sleeping in strange places, but the banging was never this insistent.

Beel quickens his footsteps.

"Mammon?" He whispers, a bit surprised to see the white-haired demon in his at such a time, but all questions in his mind vanish when he notices the shaking of his shoulders.

Before Beel can say or do anything, he's engulfed in a hug by his brother, who now clings to him like a koala.

"You're here—here and you're alive and breathing—and—and you're okay."

Beel stands in a stupor, unresponsive until he feels the weight on his chest, only to look down and see Mammon asleep.

Gently cradling his brother, he leads him to his bed, tucking him under the covers just like he does with Belphegor, and place a kiss upon his head.

Beel doesn't say a word throughout the whole process.

Until he's sitting on the couch and staring through the darkness at his brother's form, until he's sure Mammom's fallen asleep, only then does a sound escape.

A cry.

He's had the same nightmares too. The same fear of not being able to be there on time, of not being able to protect. The same pain.

It's phantom, but hurts all the same.

He'll protect, Beel swears. He'll protect Mammon, he'll protect his family, until his very last breath.

BELPHEGOR

Pounding at the door makes Belphegor wake up from his slumber.

Groggily, he picks up his pillow and drags himself to the door. Beel often went out and crept in, reason being his midnight fridge raids, but never did Beel knock at the door so feverishly.

".....Mammon?" He whispers, surprised to see the demon up at such an hour. Squinting through the darkness, Belphegor can make out the messy hair and trembling shoulders.

And, in a flurry of movement the cow-pillow is dropped as the white-haired demon takes him in a hug.

"You're here. You're here and you're alive and—and you're not going anywhere—you—you're okay."

Belphegor's eyes widen as he barely process the babble coming out of his brother's mouth, and before he knows it, the demon is out cold.

Belphegor stands still, his brain still processing the words. And only then does he move. With an arm around Mammom's shoulder, he leads him to his bed, tucking the demon under the blankets, with his cow-pillow to prevent nightmares.

Belphegor doesn't fall asleep.

No, he keeps gaping at his brother's form, bewildered by his words.

Mammom's been a good brother, even if he's cocky at times. But this, this was something he was used to Beel doing, where he would comfort his twin until they both fell asleep.

Love, is what Belphegor feels, brimming in his heart. Something that the demon thought he didn't have for any of his other brothers, save for Beel. Something that he didn't consider himself to be worthy of.

But Belphegor realizes, that he's surrounded by it.

With shaking hands and an haunting epiphany, Belphegor sneaks under the covers as he holds Mammon, slinking an arm over his body as he holds the demon closer. An act of protectiveness, meant to shield him from the dangers outside.

Love.

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’...so Yuki needed Mafuyu, and Mafuyu needed Yuki.’

By @/sugarplumbiscuit from TikTok

Me waking up to another overblot but this time it's my insane mentally stunted zero common sense evil overlord dragon boyfriend so I'm emotionally obligated to save him but we're going through a lover's quarrel and he doesn't wanna see me so he keeps banishing me to the shadow realm everytime i open my mouth to speak so now i gotta crawl out of his delusional imaginary world with his brother and his cousin and my cat and hopefully don't get noticed by him so we can knock him out by surprise and hopefully save the world. we don't succeed and it's his grandma who puts him to sleep with a slipper slap.

Painting: Gabriel von Max "Get finished Flowering" (1870)

malleus draconia x reader. 1.7k words, hurt no comfort disguised as hurt/comfort kinda im sorrryyyyyyy, yandere-ish but its literally just how malleus is in canon so lol, BOOK 7 PART 3 SPOILERS

Green flames take over your vision, followed by the sight of Malleus in front of you.

Everything is hazy from there on out, from the words the Briar Valley prince says, to the yelling coming from your friends in Diasomnia, to the loud beeping and Ortho’s warning that goes unheard from your ears.

The dorm seems to be in a mess of chaos, a panicked state that is overtaking everyone but you. You’re not sure why the scenes before you seem to be playing out in slow-motion, or why the faces you see are blurred and the voices you hear are jumbled together.

The only thing you can see clearly is the horned fairy whose facial expressions are slowly morphing into a Malleus Draconia you’ve never seen before, a part of himself that he’s worked hard to keep hidden deep in the caverns of his very being.

There’s more screaming. Malleus is yelling now, presumably—you can’t exactly hear the exchange. But you can see the pained look on his face and the way his mouth moves in such a hurried and frantic manner.

You thought that, perhaps, you were one of the only people in the world who knew every side to Malleus Draconia. The only person who knew his pet peeves and his loneliness and everything in his heart.

But with the scene unfolding in front of you, you came to the realization that there was no way that could be true. There was a side of Malleus that not even you had seen before, a side that perhaps he didn’t want you to see. But somehow it hurts. It hurts that you’re seeing him like this and it hurts that you can’t do anything to ease the pain he’s feeling now.

Even if you wanted to reach out, wanted to console him, to take his face in your hands and let him know that you’d always be there for him, you couldn’t. Not with the way bodies upon bodies are running out in front of you towards the fairy, ready to attack. Not when it feels like your feet are too heavy for your own body to carry.

And just like that, the haziness becomes all the more apparent as your surroundings are suddenly shrouded in a green hue. You can just barely make out the sight of ebony vines, covered in thorns, snaking their way across the room.

Your eyes are closing, your consciousness fading, mind becoming even more cloudy than before.

Before the last bit of your consciousness slips away from you, you’re suddenly aware of the sleeping bodies beside you. The faces of your friends, the people you’ve come to think of as your closest companions, all fast asleep.

The deadly silence paired with nothing but a symphony of quiet snores was nothing less than terrifying. You watched the thorns continue to latch onto the various pieces of furniture—it was a sinister feeling, horrifying.

From the corner of your eye, you caught sight of the future king once again. He was different, a Malleus you didn’t know stood before you.

Green flames adorned the bottom of his cape, just like when he had first arrived. His horns glowed green, as well. You noticed there was ink seeping out of his shoulders, and his face was deathly white.

You thought he looked beautiful. No matter his attire or his form, he was always beautiful to you. So why was your heart clenching at the sight of him now?

The silence was cut off by the sound of his humming, a deep, low voice—one that you usually found comfort in.

But, somehow, for the first time in your life, you were scared of Malleus Draconia. Even though that voice was the one who called out to you in the dark, even though that face was as beautiful as the nights he laid beside you, you were scared—terrified.

That voice was not whispering sweet nothings into your ears—rather it was humming that deafening tune that made your stomach turn and your head cloud over even more. That face was not bashfully flushed at your hand in his hair, it was smiling at the sight of all your friends in a comatose state.

The last of your consciousness finally drifted off as your eyes closed. You were grateful, somehow, that the moment finally came. You thought that maybe it was better to join your friends in this deep sleep than to look at the man you love in fear.

———

You startled awake, eyes jolting open. Your breathing was unsteady, rapid breaths coming out of your mouth as you tried to settle down.

Just a dream.

Before you was the softness of your blanket and the sunlight of Twisted Wonderland peeking in through your blinds.

Your hands reached up to your eyes, presumably to rub the tiredness away and cope with the sudden brightness of your room, but your fingers were welcomed by a trail of wetness starting to dry on your cheeks. You were crying. Why?

The dream that had startled you awake had all but disappeared from your memory. It must have been a really bad one, you thought. It was strange, though, you can’t recall a single thing about it, yet it was horrible enough to bring you to tears?

You hear a low groan from the other side of the bed that you’re facing away from, making the tears on your face become all but forgotten. Suddenly, you’re aware of the arm encircling your waist, the grip getting tighter and pulling you closer.

You move a bit in the embrace, until you can turn around and see the person that is holding onto you so tightly.

A smile adorns your lips at the sight in front of you. Malleus, with his dark horns and messy hair scattered around the pillow, eyes closed with a small smile gracing his lips, is laying beside you.

A sleepy dragon, just for you. The Malleus Draconia that not a single other soul in this world gets to see.

He’s beautiful and you’re happy at the sight of him before you.

So, why do you feel the corners of your lips spread into a frown?

However, the frown is quickly replaced by wide eyes and slightly parted lips as Malleus opens his eyes. He’s sleepy, you can tell by the way he squints his eyes as he looks at you.

But however sleepy he is, that doesn’t stop the smile on his lips from growing larger when he sees your face in front of him, watching him sleep. It’s a lazy smile, one that has his fangs slightly protruding and his lips lopsided, but it’s so undeniably attractive coming from the ever-elegant prince.

“Good morning, my love,” his voice is groggy. He lets out a hum before nuzzling his face into your neck, still sleepy. The hum is deep, low and… familiar?

Did he sing you to sleep last night?

The thought was gone before it was completely finished as Malleus plants a messy kiss onto your neck. You sigh at the feeling and the sight of one of the most powerful mages in the world beside you in bed, holding onto you as tight as possible while peppering kisses onto every visible surface of skin his still-tired lips can reach. You never knew it was in a dragon’s nature to be clingy.

You love him, this Malleus in front of you. You love the Malleus that looks at you kindly as soon as he wakes up and the Malleus who wants nothing more than to hold you close to him and feel the warmth of your body right next to the coldness of his own.

As you’re thinking of him fondly, the dragon suddenly looks up at you, eyes wide and worried. His eyes are so unbelievably big and green, you feel you could get lost in them if he looked at you like this for any longer.

“You’re crying,” he says in a whisper, taking a hand off of your waist and reaching up to your face. Sure enough, when he pulls away, his fingers are glistening with your tears.

You’re crying. Why?

You’re not sure when the tears had started nor why, but the pit in your stomach that’s been there ever since you woke up from your nightmare hasn’t gone away.

Your lover’s face usually eases all your anxieties, so why, when you look at him right now, does the pit in your stomach grow larger? As he looks at you with his widened, worried eyes, as he wipes away your tears and whispers in your ear that he’s here, everything will be alright, why are you shaking even more?

And there it is.

In the background of your mind you see a flash of green flames and thorny vines and suddenly everything that happened last night is clear once again.

You shake out of Malleus’ arms, needing to be away from him after remembering the events from the night before. You don’t want to be away from him, you would never want to be out of his embrace, but right now, you need to. And he lets you, for he would never want his love to be uncomfortable beside him.

He lets you stumble out of his arms and he watches as you stand up, eyes still locked onto his own as you cry a seemingly never-ending cascade of tears.

He thinks you're beautiful, even as you cry, even as you pull away from his outstretched hand, even when he knows you’ve “awakened.”

But he doesn’t want to see you sad, especially not because of him. Perhaps this dream wasn’t satisfactory enough, maybe he was too simple in creating your dream—thinking that you’d be happy with just him, maybe that was just his wishful thinking.

He reaches out for you once again and you don’t move from his arms, you don’t think you have the strength to do so once again. He whispers in your ear, in that dreamlike voice that you’ve always loved, that he’ll do better, he’ll create a better dream for you, a dream where you’ll feel no sadness nor shed any more tears.

“Let us meet once upon a dream again.” He plants a gentle kiss to your temple.

His lips are cold.

And with that, your consciousness is fading once more and you think once again that this may be for the better—that you’d rather be in a dream forever than be afraid of the man you love.

Like this talk of new characters is revealing some gross shit in the fandom tbh.

1) Not everyone who is playing Obey Me is a woman. Like yes a female character would be great for women who love women but you know men and nb people who love women also play this game right?

2) Why do all of you seem to think MC is a woman? They’re not. They can be literally anything because they are a sheep. And we as the players get to decide what they are for ourselves- but not for anyone else.

3) Even if MC was a woman, that wouldn’t mean a female character would automatically be her rival? Don’t be sexist, and also, the female character could be a lesbian or something.

4) Also, why are we assuming a female character would want to date the boys anyway? Literally nothing has been confirmed about this yet so why are we jumping to that assumption?

5) On that note, we don’t even know if it IS a female character. Stop assuming people with that body type have to be women.

And as I already said on another post, the boys like all genders. So a male or nb character could also hypothetically be a rival to the MC.

I’m excited about the new characters personally. And I get y'all are excited too. But I’m already seeing bad and concerning takes about them and I’m already getting irritated to be honest.