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Kisses For The Pain

Warnings: Spoilers for Artem’s SR card “In Sickness or in Health”, always consult a professional if you believe you are seriously ill

Summary: Harmony’s day starts out rough, and as the hours go by, it only gets worse. Unsure of what’s going on Artem takes her to the hospital for treatment. Perhaps it’s because she’s unwell, but the old habits Harmony’s worked so hard to squash start to slip back in.

The heels of my wedges clicked against the floor tiles as I made my way towards the teacher’s lounge. The children wouldn’t be arriving for another hour but I always made it a habit to show up early to prepare the classroom for the day. Getting the lesson plan and activities ready was much easier without small children running around.

Because of the silence, each step made my shoes louder, sending a small shock to my temples with each click. My body felt heavier then usual, the lights were bothering my eyes and an iced coffee, which I usually had with me by now, was making my stomach turn just thinking about it.

Pushing the door to the lounge open, I found Principal Hadley, or Dale as many of us called him by, and our secretary, Wendy Voss. They had both been working for the school for over a decade now and the day they retired would be a sad day for all.

“Good morning.” I greeted, trying to fight off the bright lights as I threw my purse into one of the lockers.

“No coffee today, Harmony? That’s not a good sign.” Dale said, sipping from his mug.

“You look a little pale, dear. Is everything alright?” Wendy asked, visibly concerned.

Forcing a smile, I nodded and clicked the locker shut. “I just have a little headache. I took some medicine already, I’m sure it will go away soon.”

Easily brushing their worries off, I left the lounge and headed towards classroom K-1. The walls in this room were painted like a safari, animal decals of lions, elephants, monkeys and other Savannah animals spread out around the room. Four small, round tables were placed not too far from my desk, a total of fourteen short chairs accompanying them. Two tables had three chairs while the remaining two had four. Each chair had a little chalk board attached to the back with a student’s name written on it.

Like I did every Monday morning, I erased the names and assigned new seat placements. Not only did the kids seem to enjoy a scavenger hunt for their new seats, but it encouraged them to make friends with everyone.

Logan, Abigail, Mackenzie, Issac… My brain felt a shock each time the chalk scribbled across the board. The next tasks that followed weren’t much easier. I didn’t realize how long everything was taking until the bell rang obnoxiously above my head. I groaned and rubbed my temples, trying to soothe the ache as I headed towards the door to welcome the children.

“Good morning.” I greeted the little ones with a high five as they charged excitedly into the classroom one by one.

Once every student was accounted for, I closed the door and started the morning activities. Each Monday started with a game of ‘I did’ where the students and myself got to share one exciting thing we did this weekend. After that, I handed out single sided sheet of paper that had five words with missing letters. Spelling practice for their spelling test on Thursday. Usually the spelling tests were scheduled for Friday, but with our field trip to the local museum that day, I moved it to Thursday.

“Excuse me, Miss. Castel!” A high-pitched, girly voice called out to me, volume a little too loud for indoors.

I squeezed my eyes shut briefly to combat the pain before turning around. “Let’s use our indoor voices please, Laura. What would you like?”

She pointed to the boy sitting across from her. “Ethan picked his nose!”

“I did not! I scratched it!”

A sigh slipped past my lips. The first two hours of my day dragged by, and when the playground supervisor came to collect the kids for recess I sat at my desk and put my head down, basking in the silence. The wood felt nice and cool against my forehead.

A soft knock let me know someone was there. “Just checking in. How are you feeling?”

Hearing Principal Hadley’s voice, I automatically straightened up. “I’m alright-”

A dizzy spell made me waver as I stood. I collapsed back into the chair and gripped the edge of the desk as to not topple over. The small effort that took had me out of breath.

“Goodness, Harmony, you look even worse. Go home for the day. I’ll keep the children entertained until Wendy can find a substitute teacher.” Dale said.

“But to find one after school hours have already begun-”

He held up a hand to stop me. “We’ll make do. Besides, you really shouldn’t be around the little ones if you’re feeling unwell.”

He was right. My symptoms were going beyond a headache at this point and children don’t have the same strength in their immune system as an adult does.

“I’m so sorry.” I said, standing up again but much slower this time.

Dale smiled kindly. “Don’t be. Go get some rest, and have Wendy call a cab for you. You shouldn’t drive in this state.”

Nodding, I thanked him and left to retrieve my purse from my locker.

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The ride home was brutal. There was a surprising amount of traffic for the middle of the day, cars were honking impatiently and the cab driver made too many sharp turns to count. My stomach was in my throat by the time I got out and I was left impressed that I didn’t vomit in the backseat.

The elevator ride was too far too long, the hallways of the apartment building seemed to have doubled in size and just as I stepped through the front door, just when I thought I could collapse and sleep, my phone rang. If it wasn’t the tune I set for my boyfriend, I wouldn’t have answered.

“Hey, Artem.” I said, trying to sound cheerful as I tossed my purse on the kitchen counter and stumbled towards the couch. “How’s work going? Everything okay?”

“Yes, everything’s fine.” The sound of his voice made me feel a little better. “I’m sorry to call while you’re at work, but I didn’t see you this morning and my messages have been going unanswered. I just wanted to make you were alright.”

Confused, I pulled the phone from my ear and went to my messages. Just as he said, there were several unread messages from Artem. The first was his usual good morning, followed by a request to see me later. The rest were all questions about my well being. Upon further investigation, I realized I forgot to turn the ‘do not disturb’ setting off.

“Harmony?” Artem’s voice came from the speaker.

“Sorry, I’m here.” Laying across the couch, I winced as another sharp pain ran through my head. “I forgot my phone was on silent. I’d love to go out later if you still want to.”

“Is something wrong? You don’t sound like yourself.”

Sighing, I decided to come clean. “I feel a little off, that’s all. I think it’s just a migraine but Principal Hayden sent me home early. I just got in.”

“Would you like me to bring you anything?”

I smiled a little, arranging one of the throw pillows comfortably under my head. “I’m okay. I took something already, I’m just gonna sleep it off.”

“Alright. Let me know if there’s anything you need me to bring home.”

“I will.” I remembered something then. “So where are you taking me later?”

His voice was so kind I could hear his gentle smile. “We’ll discuss that once you are feeling better. Get some rest.”

“Okay. I love you, Artem.”

“And I love you.”

Ending the call, I placed my phone on the coffee table and turned onto my side so my face was against the back cushions and closed my eyes. The silence in the apartment covered me like a blanket, and before long, I fell into a deep, uninterrupted sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~

The feeling of something touching my hair coaxed my eyes open. Fearing the worst, I whined and tried to swat his arm away, whimpering at the sharp shock of pain that ran through my head as I turned it.

The hand immediately retreated, settling on my arm instead and rubbing gentle circles onto my skin. “Harmony?”

That’s not Dustin’s voice.

Cracking my eyes open, I was met with an apartment I didn’t immediately recognize. The kitchen wasn’t supposed to be there, the furniture in the living room didn’t belong here, the couch I was laying on was far too soft to be the one I was used to. A face entered my line of sight, one with smooth skin, stunning blue eyes and a head of neat brown hair. His expression was one full of concern.

“Are you alright?” The man asked. “I apologize for touching your head without permission, but you weren’t responding to my attempts to wake you.”

Artem.

The name that came to mind brought with it recollection of the man’s identity. Artem’s my boyfriend now and we live together, though we each had our own bedrooms. He was still dressed in the suit he usually wore to work.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, glancing me over. “You look really pale. Have you been asleep this entire time?”

“I think so.” I mumbled, pinching the bridge of my nose and squeezing my eyes shut in attempt to fight off the pain. “The medicine didn’t work. Do we have anything stronger?”

Something rolled off the couch and onto the floor as I shifted. Artem, who was leaning over me, crouched to retrieve it. Another shock of pain almost made me miss the way his eyes widened.

“Harmony, how many of these have you had?” He asked in a calm but worried voice.

Not understanding what he was talking about, I glanced at the small bottle in his hand. The red label wrapped around the white bottle was the signature branding of a Pax Pharmaceutical’s painkillers.

Too sore to hold my head up any longer, I let it fall back onto the pillow. “I don’t know. I don’t even remember taking them.” I pushed the palms of my head against my temples. “My head hurts so bad, Artem.”

I heard him shuffling next to me. “I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“No, I just want to sleep.”

“A headache this bad isn’t normal, and we don’t know how many painkillers you’ve had. You might be on the verge of an overdose. Where’s your ID?”

Despite how crappy I was feeling, the logical part of my brain still seemed to be working. He was completely right, and the fact I didn’t remember waking up to take the pills is a huge red flag that something serious is going on.

Artem gathered whatever he needed to before helping me up off the couch. My head throbbed with each step I took but luckily I didn’t have to walk very far. The second we stepped into the hallway and locked the front door, Artem draped his coat over my shoulders and, being slow and gentle, lifted me off the ground. I clung to him as he carried me outside to where his car was parked, face buried in the side of his neck. The scent of pine clinging to his skin was comforting, easing my migraine the littlest bit.

Reaching the car, Artem set me down and guided my head to his chest, blocking out the chill of nighttime air as he unlocked and opened the door to the passenger side. I grunted uncomfortably as I eased into the seat, fumbling pathetically with the seatbelt.

“I got it.”

I sighed in response and dropped my hand into my lap, letting him buckle me in. “Thank you.”

Once the buckle clicked into place, he closed the door and walked around the front of the car to get to the driver’s seat. I closed my eyes and let my head rest against the cool window, trying to go back to sleep but it wouldn’t last long.

“Don’t fall asleep yet.” Artem said, placing a hand on my knee to get my attention. “Wait until we get to the hospital.”

I groaned and rolled my head along the head rest to face him. All the lights flashing by as the car moved was irritating my eyes. “Can you talk about something? I need a distraction.”

“A distraction…” He went quiet for a moment. “The Pax case we’ve been working on at the firm is in the process of being finalized.”

I, somehow, managed to breathe a small laugh. “Artem, I love you, but if you talk about work right now I really am going to fall asleep.”

“Sorry, I wasn’t sure what else to say.”

Could he be any sweeter? Even though we’ve been dating and living together for quite some time now, he never lost that shy side, cute awkward side.

If my head wasn’t in so much pain, I would have shaken it. “Don’t be, I was the one who put you on the spot like that.” Another short silence. “You never did end up telling me what you had planned this evening.”

“That’s right, I did mention taking you somewhere earlier.” Focusing on the road, he made a left turn before continuing. “A small street fair has been set up in South Stellis to raise money for a charity dedicated to funding schools in third world countries. You’re very active with such events, so I thought you would like to pay a visit.”

A weak smile tugged at my lips. “You’re right, I would have liked to go. Of all days to get sick, it had to be today. Is the event only for tonight?”

“I’m afraid so.”

A quiet sigh left my lips. “I’m sorry, Artem. You went out of your way to plan something and I ruined it.”

“There’s nothing for you to apologize for. You’ve done nothing wrong.” I felt the warmth of his hand suddenly cover one of my own. “We’re almost there.”

Thank god, because my stomach was starting to twist into a knot and the last thing I wanted was to get nauseous in his car. Not that I’ve eaten anything today, anyway.

Finally, the car came to a stop. Artem jumped out first, then came around to help me. He didn’t pick me up but did stay right by my side, walking slowly and allowing me to lean on him. The hand on my back, keeping me steady, was gentle but also firm and reliable.

The woman sitting at the front counter looked up as we approached. “Good evening. What seems to be going on?”

Artem, thankfully, spoke for me. It was rare for him to do so but considering the circumstances, it was reasonable. “Her head is in a lot of pain, and I’m not sure how many painkillers she took. She can’t remember, either.”

The woman handed him a clip board and after helping me fill it out, Artem and a nurse escorted me to an empty room. The doctor came in shortly after and after checking a few vital signs, sent me to have a CT scan and blood work done. The process was rather quick and before long, the doctor was coming back with a diagnosis.

“It looks like you have a mild concussion.” The older man said, adjusting his white coat as he sat in a chair in front of the computer.

“A concussion?” My boyfriend’s eyes widened a little, posture stock still.

“Have you hit your head at all recently, Miss. Castel?”

I squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to think. “Must of been from my fall at work. I slipped on the stairs the other day.”

“That would do it.” The doctor sighed and shook his head. “It’s always safer to be looked at after a fall like that, no matter how mild the injury may seem.” He glanced at the compute screen. “The dosage of painkillers we found in your system is high but not high enough for a major overdose risk. That type of painkiller is good for combating headaches but isn’t strong enough for a concussion. You’re lucky your boyfriend found you when he did.”

This isn’t the first time I’ve been scolded by a doctor, so I don’t think his tone left the impact it should have. “If it’s just a mild concussion, why does it hurt so bad?”

“You haven’t been resting properly. When was the last time you ate?”

Feeling Artem’s eyes on me, I got a little shy and looked down. “Yesterday night.”

The doctor sighed. “That would also be why. It’s common for people to experience headaches when they’re hungry.” He tapped away at the keyboard. “I’m going to set you up with a drip to your replenish vitamins and nutrients, then we can start reintroducing food back into your system. I don’t want to shock your body by filling your stomach instantly. I’m going to fill out a prescription, have your boyfriend pick it up for you while you rest.”

The doctor handed Artem a slip and sent us off to a different room. The transfusion room had several beds but all of them were empty. In fact, the hospital seemed rather quiet tonight.

“Thanks, Artem.” I said as he helped ease me down onto the cot closest to the nurse’s desk. “Why don’t you go home and get some rest? You’ve been working all day.”

He shook his head and lowered himself into the chair next to the bed. “I’m alright. I wouldn’t feel comfortable leaving you here alone.” Reaching an arm out, he gently took hold of my hand. Something resembling guilt was hidden in the depths of his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me about your fall?”

Now it was my turn to show guilt. “It’s not that I hid it from you on purpose, I’m just used to dealing with pain so I didn’t even think about it. I mean, I’ve had headaches that bad before and they’ve always gone away…”

His eyes narrowed, the blue hues within them seeming to turn a darker shade. I knew the expression wasn’t directed at me, but it made my sense of guilt skyrocket. “How many concussions could you have had and not known…”

I gave his hand a squeeze. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

A shake of his head cut me off. “No, I’m sorry. Now isn’t the time to bring up such things.”

A nurse approached just then, smiling warmly and greeting us with kind words as she hung the drip on the hanger. Artem let go of my hand so the nurse could inject the needle. The pinch made my flinch but it wasn’t too bad. The feeling of cold liquid entering my blood stream, however, was unpleasant.

When the nurse walked away, Artem spoke again. “Get some more sleep. I’ll be right here.”

The gentleness of his tone made my eyelids feel heavy all of a sudden. “You really should go home…”

He smiled but made no move to get up. Unable to resist anymore I let my eyes close and wiggled my fingers in attempt to get some feeling back in them. Something warm covered my hand just then, stopping them from moving.

“Be careful of your IV. Don’t move too much.” Artem’s voice was warmer then the blanket that was carefully draped over me.

The only response I could manage was a hum.

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My body felt a little less heavy as I regained consciousness. The first thing I noticed was that the needle for the IV was missing from my hand, suggesting someone had taken it out while I was sleep. The blanket that I thought was covering me wasn’t a blanket at all; in fact, it was a black coat belonging to the man still sitting next to the bed.

“You really stayed this entire time?” I asked, part of me in disbelief but also not.

Artem nodded. “How are you feeling?”

“Better. A little hungry, actually.”

He looked relieved. “That’s good. You’ll be able to eat soon.”

The same nurse from earlier returned with a second bag of IV fluids. Artem excused himself as she set up me up again, and when he returned, a second nurse was at his side.

“I have to step away for a little while. I’d call your brother to come stay with you but you mentioned he wouldn’t return from his trip until next week. So, I’ve asked this nurse to keep an eye on you.” He said, leaning over to press a kiss to my forehead. “I’ll return shortly.”

My cheeks grew hot as he turned and walked out of the room. The nurse smiled but didn’t comment anything about it, just left me with a hand warmer and said to call for her if I needed anything. Artem must have told her how cold my hand gets because of the drip.

About an hour later, as promised, my boyfriend returned carrying a black bento box. “You’re still awake? You really should be sleeping more to rest your brain.”

“I’ve slept so much I don’t feel tired anymore.” I said, morning the needle in my hand as I sat up.

I wanted to tell him how stressed I was feeling about the fact he refused to get rest himself, but I bit my tongue before the words could come out. He was clearly worried about me, was being more attentive then my last partner’s ever been, and the only way I knew how to respond to this display of love was guilt. The last thing I wanted to do was make him feel that he was making things worse.

Artem picked up on my mood before I could even try to hide it from him. “What’s the matter?”

Falling back into old habits, I forced a smile. “It’s nothing. I’m just hungry, is all.”

“That’s not the truth, is it?” When I didn’t respond, he carefully set the bento on the small table next to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress, his hip brushing against my thigh. “Whatever it is you want to say, I’m listening.”

Taking his hand between mine, I drew circles on his palm with my thumb. It was more of an excuse to avoid looking him in the eye. “I just feel guilty that I’m causing so much trouble for you. You work so hard and now you’re putting aside your rest to take care of me. I’m… not used to it.”

He shifted a little closer. “May I touch your face?” Looking up, I nodded and leaned my cheek into the warmth of his palm. “Everything I do, I do because I choose to. Even if I did return home, I wouldn’t be able to rest comfortably knowing you were here alone. Being here in case you need something puts my mind at ease.”

Smiling, I leaned into his touch even more. “You’re too good for me.”

“That’s not it at all. You just haven’t been treated the way you always should have been.”

My heart skipped a few beats at his words. I opened my mouth to say something but the sound of my stomach obnoxiously growling rudely jumped into the conversation. Blushing, I turned my face away in attempt to hide from him.

Artem simply chuckled and reached for the bento. “Here. The nurses said it’s safe for you to eat now.”

Opening the box, the smell of freshly cooked food hit my nose and made my stomach growl a second time. The meal was simple: three fillets of salmon, broccoli and a small container with pecan and walnut bits off to the side.

“It smells delicious.” I said picking up the fork from the utensil slot. “Where’d you get this from?”

“I made it at home.” Artem replied, to which I looked up at him in shock. “Every restaurant differs in how they prepare their food, so I thought it would be safer to make it myself. These foods are known to help the brain heal, but it’s best to ensure they’re cooked for that purpose and not overloaded with unnecessary spices or oils.”

I was speechless. As we live together it’s not the first time he’s cooked for me but to stop by a store, go home and come wall the way back was more then I could wrap my head around. Something from the cafeteria should have sufficed, no?

“What’s wrong? Did I make something you don’t like?” He asked, looking a little shy.

I shook my head and immediately regretted doing so. “It’s not that. I’m happy you went out of your way to do all this for me. I don’t really know what to say.”

His shoulders relaxed. “You don’t need to say anything. I hope you enjoy it.”

Enjoy it I did. I was by no means a professional at describing and critiquing food but everything Artem cooked had a sense of home to it. It was a little nostalgic, making me think back to holidays at my parents house. The house was always rowdy, expected of a family with thirteen children, but when we all sat around the dinner table it was a different kind of atmosphere. It felt like we were close.

“That was really good, Artem. Thank you.” I said, leaning forward to kiss his cheek in gratitude.

His skin turned a light shade of pink. “You’re welcome.” The blush faded as he cleaned up. “I ran into the doctor on the way back. He wants to hold you overnight just in case you start to feel intense pain again.”

I sighed and slumped back against the bar at the head of the bed. “I’m gonna have to call the school and tell them I won’t be in tomorrow. I don’t know how they’re going to find a substitute on such short notice again…”

“I’ll take care of it. All you need to focus on right now is resting.”

I gave him a look. “I don’t suppose you’re going to go home and sleep now, are you? You have to work tomorrow.”

Artem stared at me silently. I guess that’s a ‘no’.

~~~~~~~~~~

My night in the hospital was, thankfully, uneventful. Concussions usually took between a week or two to heal, so although I was doing well enough to be released from the hospital I was restricted when it came to screen time and physical activity.

“Artem,” I giggled as he handed me a glass of water. “I have a concussion, not a broken leg. I can handle a walk to the kitchen.”

“Your injury is still recent. It’s best to minimize your activity to avoid aggravating it again.” He said, taking a seat next to me on the couch. “Do you have everything you need? Would you like me to get anything else for you before I leave?”

My heart swelled as I set the glass down on the coffee table. Pillows, blankets, healthy snacks with reach, Artem has made it so that I won’t have to get up for anything but the bathroom.

“There is one thing.” I said, shifting to sit sideways on the couch, legs tucked up comfortably on the cushion. Placing a hand on the back of his neck, I gently played with the shorter hairs. “Kiss me before you go?”

He blushed heavily but nevertheless, leaned close and softly pressed his lips to mine. I smiled against his mouth and returned the gesture. I hadn’t gotten to kiss him at all yesterday, and as much as I wanted to make up for it now, he really did have to get going. He’s already going into work late for my sake.

“Let me know what you want for dinner. I’ll bring it for you.” Artem said. “And if you start to feel sick again, call me.”

“I will.”

Pecking his lips once more, I watched him gather his things and leave. Adjusting my position again to lay across the couch, I started thinking about what I wanted for dinner. Knowing Artem, he’ll wait all day for my message.

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HOW TO BABYSIT TODDLER LUCIFER 101: THE BROTHERS' SPECIAL EDITION PART 2

A/N: I'm back! Sorry for the long wait. I'm stuck with writer's block in the middle of writing this but I'm okay now. Progress is great but a bit slow because I'm spending SO MUCH TIME watching the Olympics game instead of writing. Sorry ＞﹏＜

And I've decided to again make part 3 for this series because it's getting longer and I'm afraid it'll break my momentum of writing if I wrote longer than I expected. By breaking it apart, I can take a few breaks while you guys get to read the previous part without any hold.

So no more talking, please enjoy this next part. I apologise for any grammatical errors.

Genre: Fluff 🌼

Warning: Contains spoiler for Season 1 Obey Me!

You can read Part 1 here.

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Sitting on Satan's bedroom floor while munching on a biscuit, was Lucifer. He wiggled his feet and shook his head to let the bunny ears swung around his head, playfully slapping his own cheeks with the cotton fabric.

Satan clicked his tongue in annoyance and said, "Don't drop the crumbs!"

A few minutes before, Beel had dropped off Lucifer to Satan because he had to attend his fangol practice session. Before doing so, Beel gave Lucifer a few pieces of biscuits for him to snack on.

So now, Satan's stuck babysitting his eldest brother whom he's not so fond off.

After being scolded by Satan, Lucifer immediately stopped and looked down to his lap, slightly pouting.

And now Satan's slapped with guilt.

He let out a deep sigh and ran his fingers through his blond hair in frustration before saying, "Well, what do you want to do now?"

Lucifer brightened up and immediately ran towards one of Satan's bookshelf. He tiptoed a little and grabbed a book with a title, 'The Sleeping Bunny'.

"...Are you doing this on purpose?" Satan chuckled a little when Lucifer handed him the book.

The young Lucifer didn't reply. Instead, he tried lifting himself up into one of Satan's chair to take a seat. Lucifer slipped a few times and a groan left his mouth with a visible frown on his face.

Smiling to himself, Satan carefully picked the toddler up and placed him on his lap. "So you can see the pictures better," he claimed.

Feeling comfortable on Satan's lap, Lucifer pointed to the book cover and said, "This is a bunny." He then gently dropped his head to take the bunny ears in his hands and said, "Luci also a bunny."

Finding himself lost for words, Satan froze. It's taking everything in his will to not squeeze Lucifer's cheek and squeal because of his cute actions.

"But Satan not a bunny. Satan a cat!" the toddler tee-heed.

After another absence of reply from the fourth born and no indication of starting anytime soon, Lucifer leaned back against Satan's torso and looked up to observe Satan's face in worry, "Satan...? Satan don't want to read to Luci?"

Feeling himself turning redder every seconds, Satan cleared his throat and said, "You know what, I think it's better if we take a walk outside instead. You must want to run around, right? Let's go and see some cats while we're at it. Do you want to see the cats?"

No words can describe how elated the young one looked as he climbed down from Satan's lap and raced towards the door, absolutely ready to meet the creatures.

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"This one is named Mint because her eyes are as green as mint leaves." Satan watched his brother gently petted Mint's calico coloured fur with a smile.

Satan usually gave the stray cats some food and water behind the House of Lamentation so these cats were already comfortable around him, but to see Satan bringing another person with him was rare.

Of course the cats ran away at first but after seeing Satan poured their favourite kibbles, the cats slowly approached the Avatar of Wrath along with the unknown presence. The toddler in bunny onesies didn't strike them as someone with any harmful intentions. He even petted them gently on the head, along with some giggles. Within a minute, the cats already felt comfortable with Lucifer.

Deciding that it's okay to let Lucifer roam around by himself for a while, Satan continued pouring more cat foods for the cats and asked them how their day went. The melodious meows from them only made Satan chuckled.

The cats were really friendly with him and he's glad they're doing the same with Lucifer too. Nothing is perfect than surrounding yourself with friendly cats.

Satan could literally fill up the entire House of Lamentation with cats, but Lucifer would probably be against it. Not that he hasn't tried it before.

Mint also came by and rubbed her body against Satan's hand playfully.

"Mint? I thought you're playing with Lucif-" Satan turned to his side and found no signs of his brother, "-er...?"

A curious meow from Mint failed to calm Satan's beating heart, especially when he reminded himself how this area was quite close with the underground tomb area. And underground tomb means there's also...

"Lucifer!"

In a frantic state, Satan rushed to the underground tomb entrance. There, he saw a tiny figure running excitedly towards the greatest nightmare of a pet.

Lucifer's bunny ears from the onesies flopped up and down, dancing along to the rhythm of Lucifer's racing feet. The toddler extended his arms and hugged the tall, three-headed, dark furry creature.

"Puppy!" Lucifer said, closing his distance with the guard dog, paying no attention to Cerberus's deadly growls.

Suddenly, one of its head came closer and sniffed Lucifer curiously while the toddler just giggled and hugged the dog tighter.

Satan was ready to sweep Lucifer into his arm and just run for their lives should Cerberus showed any signs of attacking.

The atmosphere was very anxiety inducing. He wouldn't dare imagine what Cerberus will do to tiny Lucifer. And most importantly, it's his careless act in the first place that got Lucifer into this mess.

Sensing Satan's presence, Cerberus growled lowly and bared its fang, ready to attack.

"Cerberus, calm down... That's your owner... Don't attack him..." He took a slow step by step, fearing his presence would make Cerberus angrier.

Cerberus made a deep growl again and Satan was ready to grab Lucifer away from the hellhound. But the guard dog only growled at him while the other two heads licked Lucifer's face lovingly.

"Tickles... Hihihi," Lucifer laughed. His height was way too tiny when compared to Cerberus but he showed no fear to the dog.

Seeing Cerberus being on guard because of his presence, Satan decided to back down and let the dog enjoyed his owner's loving affection. Even though all he wanted to do was get the hell out of there, he wouldn't dare leave Lucifer unattended again.

"Satan? Satan is here? Look look! A puppy!" Lucifer turned over to face Satan.

"I'm pretty sure you don't call something as big as Cerberus a puppy," Satan mumbled under his breath.

"Lucifer, I think we should go now. You know, it's gonna be nighttime soon. And I'm pretty sure you're hungry. You're hungry, right? We should get ready for dinner. Come on, let's go," he tried closing his distance with Lucifer without alerting Cerberus.

"Oh... okay..." young Lucifer dejectedly bid his farewell to the hellhound and the dog also licked his owner's face several times before finally letting him go with Satan.

Satan, finally able to approach Lucifer without inciting any reaction from Cerberus, immediately lifted Lucifer up into his arm and made a dash towards the exit. His hold on the toddler tightened as he cursed to himself on how careless of a babysitter he'd been.

Fortunately for him, Cerberus recognised the Morningstar. Had the guard dog disregard the toddler as Lucifer, the worst case scenario could happen.

"Lucifer, never ever ever leave my side without telling me first, okay?"

"Okay!"

"...And don't tell the others about this."

"Okay!" Lucifer laid his head on Satan's shoulder lovingly, trying to ease Satan's anxiety.

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Everything went smooth after that.

Satan was able to keep the incident with Cerberus a secret from the others and considering Lucifer is a very good toddler, he didn't mutter a word about it either.

Lucifer was then bathed by Beel and changed into a cute dark blue pajamas chosen by Asmo.

Supposedly, he'd be tired from all the adventures, but Lucifer didn't seem tired at all. He ran around the house, giggling and giving surprise hugs to his brothers' legs and proceed to run away again.

The brothers didn't seem to mind his never-ending energy and just watched him from afar, occasionally patting him on his head before watching Lucifer ran away to find somebody else to hug or play.

It wasn't long until dinner time and the toddler needed to eat.

"Lucifer, dinner's ready!"

And within a minute, Asmo found the young Avatar of Pride beside him, looking as cheerful as ever.

Did something fun happened this evening? He seemed happier...?

It was Belphie's turn to babysit Lucifer, so he picked him up and placed him on his lap. Since the house didn't have any baby chair, they had to improvise.

"Mammon made curry today, so we're eating rice and curry. If it doesn't suit your taste, go tell Mammon that."

"Hey! Don't insult my cooking!"

"Mammon, did you make sure to tone down the spice level? I don't think Lucifer could handle it if it's your usual spicy curry," Satan asked.

"What do ya take me for? 'Course I did! Lil Lucifer is weak now, no way can he handle the Great Mammon's Super Delicious Curry," Mammon responded.

"Just in case, here's some milk." Levi poured the milk into a plastic cup and handed it over to Belphie.

True, Mammon's spicy curry had tone down a notch and Lucifer's able to eat it, but that didn't stop his face from flushing after a few bite because of the heat.

"Is it too spicy for you?" Belphie wiped Lucifer's sweaty forehead with a napkin and was ready to give him the milk.

Lucifer shook his head but his hands were slowly itching to grab the plastic cup from Belphie's hand.

Still prideful as ever.

Sighing, Levi got up from his seat and grabbed Lucifer's plate, "I'll modify this. Wait a minute."

Not minding Lucifer's denial, Belphie gave the milk to Lucifer and watched the toddler drank it in a rush.

Belphie then flicked Lucifer's forehead gently and as nonchalant as ever, said, "Tell the truth next time. You'll get stomach ache if I keep forcing you to eat something you can't handle."

The toddler reacted with a pout and a frown.

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Belphie yawned sleepily and sank further onto the couch. He should probably sleep on his own bed but his room is too far. He'd rather take a nap on this nice, comfy couch.

Feeling himself drifting off to sleep, he suddenly felt a weight on top of him. Annoyed from having his nap interrupted, he slowly opened his eyes to see a smiling Lucifer with a book in his hand.

"Belphie, read to me," he said with hopeful eyes.

This tiny thing! How dare he interrupted my nap for this?

"Who do you think I am? Your servant?" Belphie frowned, "Besides, isn't Satan more suited for this job than I am?"

"But... but Satan busy... Luci want to read this..." he looked down at the book, feeling dejected that the seventh born didn't agree to his request.

In his hand was the same book he gave to Satan this evening, 'The Sleeping Bunny'. He was requesting for a bed time story but all of his brothers were busy with their own agendas. That's until he found Belphie resting in the common room.

Sighing in defeat, he finally agreed. The way Lucifer beamed after that made Belphie cheered up a little bit.

Maybe it wasn't so bad...?

Belphie sat up and opened the book, starting to read with a very excited Lucifer sitting on his lap. It was actually a pretty nice story and the images illustrated were simple but impactful.

Belphie thought to himself why someone as intelligent as Satan would keep such storybook for kids in his massive collection of ancient and academic books.

"And the sleeping bunny is finally able to sleep with peace. The end..."

"Yay! Bunny gets sleep!"

"Well, shouldn't you be getting some sleep too? It's late." Belphie ran his fingers through Lucifer's black hair in hope for the toddler to calm down and get ready for bed soon.

"Belphie wants sleep...?"

"Been wanting it since you came over here and tell me to read this," Belphie said, trace of annoyance was still lingering in between his words.

"Okay, then Luci sleeps too." Lucifer nodded, still very much alive but agreed to rest for the night.

Belphie began laying down on the couch again and put Lucifer on his chest. He brought his hand on top of Lucifer's back to secure the toddler's position so he wouldn't fall off. Gently, Belphie tapped Lucifer's back to soothe him and lulled him to sleep.

Lucifer's tiny figure on his chest made him mesmerized on days where the eldest brother would care for them when they're sick.

He'd stay up all night; checking their temperatures; tending to their every needs and cooking his famous congee for them.

Belphie wouldn't want to admit it but he loves Lucifer's special congee, so he's really looking forward to his sick days.

The misunderstanding regarding Lucifer's decision had made a crack on their bonds as brothers. He used to love and adore Lucifer so much, but the self-hatred and constant unforgiving due to Lilith's death made him loathed Lucifer's decision to went along with Diavolo's plan.

Didn't he remember how the brothers suffer so much from the Fall? How they struggled to accept the fact that Lilith is no more? And how hard they had to adapt to Devildom at first?

Lucifer's decision broke Belphie's heart because he felt betrayed.

Betrayed by the fact that his brothers have all moved on.

Betrayed by the fact that he has to share his living space with the sole being that cause Lilith's death.

Betrayed by the fact that his dearest eldest brother forgot about Lilith's pain and went along with Diavolo's plan without any remorse.

If it wasn't for that particular exchange student, this misunderstanding might still happened and this family might be broken beyond repair.

Belphie was really grateful for their existence.

He then gently ruffled Lucifer's hair and gave a kiss on top of Lucifer's head, hand still firmly holding Lucifer in place. Slowly, he began to join Lucifer as well.

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the brothers reaction to you cupping their cheeks(g) • PT 2

awkward situations the brothers have been in

valentine’s day with the obey me boys

sleeping/waking up with the obey me boys

dancing with the obey me boys

how they confess to you

pet names they call you

the brothers at university

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lucifer watching you sleep

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before you

Choosing the ‘Parent’ TikTok Trend

the brothers with a chill MC

MC who’s afraid of bugs • pt 2

MC who doesn’t celebrate their bday

rejecting them • pt 2

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the brothers hurting your feelings

coming out as nonbinary to the brothers

the brothers reacting to MC w/ braces

rejecting the brothers (alt version)

ugly laughing • pt 2

the brothers seeing you in cute pajamas

MC & Luke family fluff

beel with a mc who works out with him

beel concerned about mc’s appetite

the brothers with an MC who’s afraid of needles

MC & Luke birthday fluff

the brothers’ reactions to mc teaching diavolo wap

beel carrying mc

planetarium date with simeon

the brothers react to you having a nightmare

the dateables react to you sleepwalking

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cynosure. (ii)

─── chapter 2 ! ~ can i put my minecraft bed next to yours ?

summary; you and xiao are genmates under the famed streamer company genshin impact. the chemistry between the two of you is undeniable, and your fanbases absolutely love your collaborations. but when you both start meeting up offline more and more, your connection starts to deepen past just harmless flirting and playful banter. with these real feelings starting to affect both your job and reputation online, how will you two react when your relationship becomes the internet’s cynosure?

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the first gc is from y/n's phone but the second is from xiao's phone

xiao and zhongli have been friends for a long time, since xiao graduated from high school and met zhongli while xiao was doing an internship, which coincidentally is also how he met childe! he became close with aether because they have a lot of mutual friends.

lumine and y/n have been friends since kindergarten, while y/n only became close with everyone else in the gc after joining genshin impact. in fact, you met keqing right after she finished your interview at the company headquarters.

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Reminiscent

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Pairing: Mammon x f!reader, featuring all brothers

Words: 7.3k

Warnings: swearing, violence, child abuse, murder (by stabbing), lots of blood, trauma infliction, it’s emotionally intense

A/N - ah i can’t believe it’s finally finished after so long! thank you everyone who has been reading adamantly! this has been such a personal story to me and i’m so thankful to everyone that enjoyed this series. reading your comments and messages always made my day! i was really worried about making a disappointing ending but i’m happy with how it turned out and i hope you will all enjoy it too! thank you specifically to @disgusting-simp and @lacaor13 (it’s not letting me tag you sad times) for helping me with inspo for the last chapter! there is a tense change in this chapter but it is intentional. oh and if you want to listen to anything with this chapter, Family Dinner is a really good track. thank you and enjoy!

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“Mammon-sama…” MC calls for him. Her voice small, filled with fatigue.

After partying for hours, everyone had collapsed onto the couches in the common room. Confetti and popped balloons littered the floor. A few empty plates are scattered around and several bodies were piled around MC.

The brothers, along with MC, had nodded off as soon as Lucifer told them to turn off the music. She vaguely remembers the dark-haired man demanding the others to quiet down, claiming it was too late into the evening to be blasting party music. That was when the sun was setting, now, as she sees the sky though the arched windows, it is almost pitch black. The outside is only lit up by the glowing full moon. And inside, a warm incandescence surrounds them all while they sleep.

MC shuffles a little, twisting her body to look up at the demon holding her in his embrace. His head hangs back over the edge of the couch, his soft, snowy hair flopping back with it. The tan in his skin more beautiful in the gentle gleam coming from the fireplace.

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Reminiscent

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Pairing: Mammon x f!reader, featuring all brothers

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: mentions and depictions of murder, mention of child neglect and abuse, trauma inflicted behaviour

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Satan had lost count of how many sighs had escaped him this past hour. He’d been looking after MC this afternoon and sits on the creaky couch in the common room. MC was on the floor by the coffee table, her small body leaning over it with crayons and paper.

Of course, the day before her birthday, everyone was busy with preparations as well as their own things. Satan had already visited Purgatory Hall to ask Luke to bake a cake and the others to help with decorations. And now it was his duty to keep MC occupied.

Earlier, Satan had tried teaching MC to play chess but she wasn’t having any of it, claiming it was too confusing. And when he started reading his book aloud to her, she politely told him to shut up. The same book was still in his hand; however, the page hadn’t been turned over as he was yet to fully concentrate on the words.

He could say it’s because Belphie’s sleep mumbling was distracting him – his youngest brother lay on the opposite couch with his leg hanging off. But deep down Satan knows that it was MC’s hesitant attitude towards him that stops his brain from focusing.

“Hey, MC,” He closes the book with a soft clap and rests forward on his knees. “Are you sure you don’t want to play chess again?”

“No, that’s boring.” She says, not once lifting her eyes from her drawings.

“Are you hungry? We can go get something to eat.”

“I’m not hungry.”

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STUDIO GHIBLI  +  RAIN 

MY NEIGHBOR TOTORO (1988) ONLY YESTERDAY (1991) KIKI’S DELIVERY SERVICE (1989) THE SECRET WORLD OF ARRIETTY (2010) SPIRITED AWAY (2001) PONYO (2008) HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE (2004)

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Oh I love Monoma- he’s so weird- but I still love him-

Here I go again with matching sunset icons 👀

your fictional boyfriend cares— they would listen to you rant about all your favorite things, with stars in their eyes as they watch you passionately talk. they would give you a small ‘uh-huh, go on!’ with a small smile to make you continue talking when you paused to make sure they are listening. they would care, and they would listen.

the ringing would never end honestly lol

this just hurts me immensely.

“I was born to a family of trash. And so, I too am trash. I want to defeat Muzan, and then die. I pray my impure blood is somehow cleansed. I want to be reborn in a peaceful world without demons. And then next time, I can tell you I love you.”

-Obanai Iguro

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Your child cries bc they love a fictional demon so much it hurts.

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request: hi!! i just wanted to say i really loved reading your works ever since i discovered “grief”! your angst in particular is really touching for me, i somehow really like how you depict sadness and all that. since requests are open, can i ask for a sort-of response to the piece where mc can see lilith’s ghost? like how would mc react to the knowledge that she’s kinda being used as a “substitute” or stand-in, i guess, for the brothers. thank you so much, whether or not you choose to write this

a/n: I’m happy you enjoyed my work to such an extent!! as a writer, it’s always nice to see when your work resonates with people in some way. part one is here, though this could be read as a standalone, too! 

spoilers: Obey Me CH 16-17

They search for any trace of Lilith in you. The curve of your lip, the planes of your face, the fall of your hair– anything that could be linked back to someone who died, thousands of years ago. Anything that could be proof that their sister still existed, that some part of her lived in you.

Sometimes, you examine yourself in the mirror. You know what Lilith looks like; you’ve seen her in your dreams and her ghost walks by your side. But Lilith is beautiful. Inhumanly so. And you? You’re just human. You have to swallow poison every time they compare you to her. It is impossible to live up to someone who had become so idolized in death, someone whose shadow swallows you up before you have a chance to escape.

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