That Stuff Bothers Me So Much That I Might Actually Beat Up The People Who'd Dare Say Such A Thing.

that stuff bothers me so much that i might actually beat up the people who'd dare say such a thing.

Oooo I found another fan! But srsly all of those years together all to waste because of a woman who didn't know any better and just excuse it because your wife is 'infertile'?

Common belief: A woman is useless if she can't get pregnant and give her husband a heir.

Plus, Sovieshit is dumb.

Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan and Satan with A MC Who Masks Their Feelings

I probably won't be doing the rest because I feel like I'm deviating from the original ask, and it's beem four days or more...? since I last posted a work. I'm sorry, but I won't be able to do the rest.

LUCIFER

Lucifer was a master of his emotions. Even when faced with those he particularly disliked, the demon puts on an elaborate mask. Masks were needed in public, to conceal his hidden self. But even he would snap after having been subject to his brothers tantrums and string them upside down from the ceiling.

Leviathan had them cosplay with him in his room for the majority of the day during the weekend. From what Lucifer could make out from the sound of the 'bleep-bloop' music, it seemed like an exhausting activity.

Yet he didn't see MC complain or bat an eye, not even once. Their smile remained when they met his eyes in the hallway, and before he could open his mouth Asmodeus whisked them away to his room for a self-care session.

At least, they could get some sleep this way. Lucifer had seen his younger brother apply face masks and lie down for a while. It seemed relaxing.

But that totally wasn't the case when MC stepped out with their nails and hair done, and a list of beauty products to maintain their skin.

Typical Asmodeus, Lucifer had thought.

Then came lunch, where his brothers fought over whom should get to spend time with MC. Looking up from his plate of food, he saw Mammon leave with them, to make them participate in their tomfoolery.

Between his own stack of paperwork, he saw MC with all his brothers, except him.

They all got their time, but Lucifer wants his too with them.

But as soon as he went to the library to place a book, he saw them sitting on a desk, surrounded by textbooks.

"This homework is to be submitted tomorrow, correct?"

"Ah—Yes," Your voice cracks at the end, another tired sigh threatening to escape your chest when you remember that you still have four more subjects to cover. And you haven't even made a dent in the pile yet. But the dent has to be made; so you pick up your pen from where it lied discarded on your lap and begin writing.

The disappointed look in your eyes doesn't go unnoticed by the demon.

"Then why are you doing this right now? It's an hour past midnight."

The incessant scribbling stops, your hands stop moving and a terrible, terrible silence remains. The worst thing is, you don't need to look up to see his disappointed gaze.

"I—I was busy and the next thing I knew it was night and I have to submit this tomorrow, so," You force a smile on your face, feeling the way your eyes wish to close and sleep, but you smile. "I'm doing it now."

Lucifer inspects the pages. Of Potions and Spells, pacts and their usage, Devildom History and—

"What exactly has kept you occupied that you couldn't complete your tasks?"

Something inside you cracks.

"I-" You open your mouth to speak, but all you see is your vision getting blurry and a sinking feeling in your chest. "Levi and I cosplayed today, then Asmodeus had a self-care session with me, and then Mammon wanted me to watch a movie with him, and then—"

"The rest of my brothers occupied your time, didn't they?"

He takes the shrug of your shoulders as a yes.

"Why did you let them? You could have always told them that you were busy with your tasks, yet you let yourself be tangled in their stupid activites."

He intends the words to be frank.

"I didn't want to."

"Didn't want to what? MC, do remember that the reputation of you as an exchange student is on the line. Diavolo has chosen you and you—"

"That's exactly why!"

Your voice comes out harsh, loud, and you have to stop your lower lip from trembling. Something inside of you bursts, and when you make out Lucifer's form staring at you, you delve into tears.

"You—You're all so powerful and you've got a lot of work on your hand! You have to look after everyone and make sure we don't get into trouble!"

The demon stands perplexed. "That's my role, isn't it?"

He doesn't understand as to why you've started sobbing even harder.

So, the Avatar of Pride strides over to your sobbing form on the chair and drapes his coat over your trembling shoulders, letting the warmth of the material offer you some comfort.

Then, with unsure hands he takes you into a hug, letting his hands firmly rest in your hair and one on the nape of your neck; feeling the pounding under the skin.

"You've got a lot of things already in your hands and now you've got me to look after. I—I don't want to burden you all even further than I'm doing! The—The least I can do is go along. I'll complete these soon and," He notices the way your red eyes frantically glance at the scattered textbooks, a hand already reaching out to grab a pencil. "I'll submit these tomorrow and then you won't have to—"

You look down to see he has taken the pencil, out of your reach.

"You won't."

When your confused gaze meets his own, Lucifer presses a kiss to your head, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, letting you rest your head on his chest.

With his calming scent and the warmth of the jacket, you feel relaxed, and sleepy.

"You aren't being a burden, you aren't inconveniencing any of us in any way. Rather, it's us who inconvenience you."

A chuckle spills past your lips, making Lucifer smile.

"Take pride in yourself. You've managed to tame my incorrigible brothers and... changed me as well. That is no easy feat."

He squeezes you a bit tighter.

"So, get some rest and remember, I'm proud of you."

MAMMON

He thought he would take MC along to the casino that has just come up in a shady part of the Devildom, away from the scrutiny of royalty and officials.

MC would just love to see his skills, won't they? Watch how he wipes the table and beats everyone!

That was the plan... Because, when he got too distracted in the game he didn't notice that MC had slinked away, probably to get some fresh air, away from the stuffed room.

He should have gone and checked. He should have come along with them.

"It's okay Mammon," You mumble, your gaze darting between his angry eyes and the bloody bodies on the floor.

You shouldn't have gone out, to be honest. You should have sat quietly and observed Mammon, but you just had to leave. And now here you are, a pathetic mess on the floor, and now he has to care for you when he could have been winning.

Pathetic.

"What do you mean? You think this," He points a finger at your bleeding arm.

"Is okay?"

You force a smile on your face despite the pain. "I can always fix it when we get back to the House. You don't have to worry—"

"Worry?"

The demon's voice comes in a tone that makes you flinch. Like he's heard that the Sun is a square and that birds live in oceans. Like that you're injured and had the audacity to spoil his time.

But Mammon doesn't say those words.

"I'm supposed to protect you, dammit!"

Something inside of you sinks.

You know you're being a burden. A human to take care and ensure they're not killed, have to become a babysitter when you could be literally doing anything else.

You're a nuisance.

"Why didn't you call for me? You should have called me and I would have been there, heck, why did I not see you leave?! You could have been killed."

At least you would have stopped being a burden.

"I—," Your voice comes out in whispers. "I didn't want to bother you, Mammon."

The demon widens his eyes, and the sound of his shoes as they squelch against the blood on the floor make you cringe.

"Bother?" He grabs your shoulders, and against the backdrop of the alleyway his eyes burn even brighter. "You thought it was okay to go and die if it mean I won't be," The demon imitates your tone.

"Bothered ?"

Your hands tremble.

"I'm sorry—" You mumble, already feeling tears swell in your eyes as your voice cracks. You can feel Mammon's dissappointment. One night of fun was all he had, and now you've gone and ruined it.

Such a burden.

"I—I didn't want to say no to you, because you looked so happy on taking me with you and—and now I've gone and ruined it! It wasn't supposed to go like this! Now you're all dirty and have to tend to a injured me," A dry laugh escapes you. "I'm weighting you down, Mammon. I'm being a burden."

And with the words in your that have weighted you down, are finally out, and cries shake your shoulders.

The demon wastes no time in crouching down and taking you in his arms. Wrapping them around your trembling form, he cradles your head with the palm that isn't bloody. He tucks your head in his chest, feeling the tears wet his skin. All the time, Mammon's gaze remains focused on you.

Only when your sobs seem to have quietened, does the demon speak.

"You aren't a burden to me, or to Lucifer or Satan, or anyone for that matter." He whispers, running circles on your back, feeling you take a deep breath.

"You've done so much for me, beared and given me kindness that I didn't get a lot, and now you're asking me to leave you here and go home?"

"I—You were winning and then I had to go out and get hurt and now Lucifer's going to be angry and I've ruined everything!"

The air around you is tense, still, as more sobs threaten to tear themselves out of your throat. Mammon says nothing for a while, and you close your eyes, expecting him to get up and leave any moment.

But that doesn't happen.

"Lucifer will be angry, you're right."

Something in your heart sinks at that.

"But I'll be more angry at myself for not being able to protect you. I'm your first man, dammit! I swore to keep you safe and if I can't even do my job then I'm scum! You've done so much for us all, patted my head after I got punished and fed our crows with me," The demon takes a deep breath, pressing a kiss on your head.

"You're not a burden. If anything, you're my happiness, my human, the only thing I'll be greedy for, goldie be damned."

LEVIATHAN

It took him a bit long to notice. Because when he's drowning in his own pool of self-loathing it takes him a bit of a while to notice.

His habit of going into rants for hours is normal for him, but strange to others. Wait, he's been talking since the past thirty minutes and you must be bored and annoyed by now—

But you're smiling, gesturing for him to continue. You...want him to speak...? Want him to go on another rant...?

You're lying. You must be. But then he sees your smile and that's enough to make him blush and stare at the waters as he resumes.

He doesn't notice the way your shoulders sag or the way your eyes droop, heavy with sleep.

Useless.

Utterly useless.

There you go, having killed yourself again and now Levi has to carry the team by himself, as your character lies dead on the screen. In the chat, you can see his teammates cursing at you, for being so "thick-skulled" as to be unable to even kill a single character, and a bot, at that.

"Hey."

He flashes you a soft smile, although his fingers are pressing on the controls, you can see that he's skilled in his area of expertise.

"It's alright, we can always practice and play again," The demon states, and you nod, setting down the controller in your lap as a flood of protests rises in the chat.

You both continue playing.

But not for long, because you just had to go and get yourself killed again when you should have been with your teammates. Can't even stick to a group.

Dead weight.

You don't notice the way your lips are trembling, or the downcast look in your eyes. But Leviathan does. He's experienced it himself—the frustration at not being able to beat a boss when stuck on a level.

And he can't bear to see his player two like this.

"Don't mind them," He whispers, both your eyes darting towards the chat where his teammates are fuming over this noob having ruined the game with their useless self. Levi winces, before disabling the chat, but the text remains.

"It's okay," You whisper, setting down the controller as you sigh, feeling the air escape your lungs shakily. "It's better if I don't participate, I've ruined...this game for you. You had to carry the whole team and I thinks it's best if.."

If you leave.

If you don't play.

If you stay quiet and watch, for that's the most you can do.

"I'll help you! Don't go—no, not now!"

His voice is desperate, for you just came in his room to play, and he finally got a moment alone with you away from his pesky brothers.

"It's—It's just that you're so good at this and I can barely press a button properly, and the only thing I've done since I sat here is get myself killed and now you had to carry the whole team," You trail off, your eyes now focused on Henry as he languidly swims in his home.

"I'm being dead weight here, Leviathan, I'm being a burden."

He nearly drops his own controller at that, and Levi snaps his neck to gaze at your sullen frame.

He reaches out a hand, to perhaps hold your hand like he's seen Asmodeus do or hug you the way Beel does; but Levi backs away at the last moment. Physical contact has never been his thing, but you're his player two, his Henry, in distress.

So he reaches out to grab the sleeve of your upper garment, wanting to withdraw his hand when your gaze falls on it, but Levi stays.

"You're not a burden! You've listened to me rant about anime for hours! No one listens to me the same way you do! You're the only one who genuinely takes interest in my interests, even if you don't understand you don't cut me off like my brothers do! You're so kind—and—and you're an angel!"

Angel, that's what he called you when you came into his room with a plate of food after Beel ate his share. When you sat down and listened to him rant and cosplayed with him. When you pulled him out of the same despair you are in now.

"Don't listen to them, MC, they're idiots. They're the real noobs here," He mutters, exiting the game you two were playing and putting on some anime you mentioned liking earlier.

This time, he places his hand over yours.

SATAN

Another test with low grades. Lucifer wouldn't be pleased, and he offered to tutour MC for some of their classes.

They declined, saying they would study harder this time for the upcoming tests.

Satan watched from the shadows, bringing them tea when he could feel them get agitated at the coursework. Time passed, and when Satan was passing the library he heard sobs from inside.

"MC?" He whispers, careful not to scare them away. Just as he rounds the corner, he sees them sitting at their desk, smiling as they wave at him.

Weren't they crying before?

"Were you...crying?" The blonde demon questions kindly, observing the way their eyes widen before resuming back into the smile.

"No—It's nothing at all. I was just going through the book, that's all."

He arches an eyebrow, observing how they fidget uncomfortably at his movements. The demon pulls a chair and sits besides them, observing the workbook which is filled with answers—some right and some wrong, and a few tear stains.

"It's okay, MC. I can help you if you need," Satan mutters, gently placing a hand on their shoulder; but removing it when he notices how they flinch.

"There's nothing wrong. I'm fine, Satan."

He can clearly see something's not right. The tear stains on the paper, the muted sobs in the library and your uncanny behaviour, they weren't imagined by him.

"Clearly, there's something wrong," He mumbles, lowering his voice as he turns to look them in the eyes. They don't make eye contact with him.

"I'm okay, Satan," You assure, ignore the way your lower lip trembled or the heaviness in your chest. You don't need to bother him, when he's already got a lot on his hands.

The blonde demon's face twists in confusion.

"I just want to help you, MC, in any way I can." He angles their face to look them in the eyes, and he swears he sees tears well in them.

But you blink them away.

"There's nothing wrong—just—I'm okay. Everything's okay."

Satan holds back the frustration in his voice.

"Please, MC, I want to help you. I can't help you if you won't help me."

"Please."

Something in your chest falls. "There's—There's nothing wrong, Satan. I'm okay, it's—it's just that I need to study this for the upcoming test otherwise I'll disappoint Lucifer—I'll disappoint all of you and—and I don't want that and I—"

You don't realise your voice is nearing hysterics as you speak, or that your tears have already started flowing.

"Shhhh," The demon mumbles, gathering your hands in his own as he attempts to calm you down. He can feel the way your shoulders shake with sobs that built up, and now are finally being left free.

He lets you weep in his arms; rubbing circles into your shoulders to comfort you, feeling every whimper stab into his heart. Satan doesn't want to see you in distress. If you let him, he'll help you in whichever ways he can.

And for a while you lie there, in his arms as you cry, releasing all the the pain and the frustration you've kept bottled up for weeks. The blonde demon says nothing, letting you release your emotions and comfort you in the ways he can.

"I—I don't want to be a burden to you—you've—you've already helped me so much and you've got a lot of work and I'm struggling with mere homework and tests—I," A weak laugh escapes your lips, and you set your forehead on his chest, feeling the rapid heartbeat. "I'm being a burden."

"No."

Satan mutters firmly, setting his hands on your cheeks and wiping away the tears as he meets your gaze. Seeing the despair in your eyes fills him with worry. "You aren't being a burden, MC."

You shake your head. "Don't lie, Satan. You and I both know I couldn't even complete a mere spell-casting last week."

"Don't you see?" The demon speaks, wiping away another tear that has welled from the corner of your eyes. "You've made me see and feel emotions that I didn't even think I could feel before. You're the one who can calm my anger, and make me appreciate scenery never seen before. You have helped my brothers in countless ways, and," He grabs your hand and places it on his chest, on his heart, where you can feel his heart beat slowly bit steadily.

"You've comforted me when I was at my lowest. You've done so much for us, and a simple test can't compare to that. So please, don't say that about yourself."

i know how you feel i have been having a ton of school work lately and my exams are coming up. so i thought of playing obey me and twisted wonderland (i am a fan of both ,tho i have to admit the brothers are practically family now) in order to catch up cuz in obey me i am still stuck in the 32nd chapter and i'm fairly new to twist (just finished azul's overblot) so yeah. that's what i thought...

even after 3 nights without a wink of sleep i have gotten nowhere.

i mean when did deviltube get added????

and idia's overblot is out??? what???????!!?!

help me please!!!!

When did this UR and SSR demon vouchers start?? I logged in again after being gone for a while and this is now a thing? Why?!

I don't remember the exact date, but around the previous month..? It's horribly unfair, I agree.

hmmm i wonder what it may be?

Reblog if you're a fanfic writer and you wanna know what your followers' favorite story of yours is ❤

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*MC's Collection of Nicknames*

Lucifer — Intellectual Hoe

Mammon — Broke Hoe

Levi — Introvert Hoe

Satan — A hoe with Daddy Issues

Asmo — Hoe of the hoes

Beel — Food Hoe

Belphie — Sleepy Hoe

Simeon — Fake Hoe

Solomon — Ancient Hoe

Diavolo — King of Hoes

Barbatos — Serving the King Hoe

Me — Tasting the Hoes

The brothers: ...

Diavolo: ...

Barbatos: Young master, what kind of punishment do you want me to give on MC?

Simeon: *laughs*

Solomon: Are you laughing because you find it funny or because what they're saying is true?

Simeon: Both.

Diavolo: Where is MC right now?

Lucifer: Sleeping in their room.

Diavolo: I see. Wake them up.

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now THAT is just .....

bloody hilarious