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You like waking up in your bed, but especially when you are being sandwiched between two very clingy and cuddly demons.
You ruffle Asmo’s hair and press a kiss to his forehead.
You turn slightly to the other side, to press a kiss onto your still sweetly sleeping (and somewhat drooling) Mammon.
It’s not your turn to cook breakfast today but you figure since you’re awake you may as well help whoever is on duty. You can always help keep Beel distracted so that whoever is cooking can actually cook. Getting ready never takes you that long, and today is no exception. You grab your jacket to put on later, and head off.
When you close the door behind you Asmo and Mammon are still happily sleeping, although you know Asmo will be up any moment now. His beauty routine takes him a set amount of time, and he is not one to skip steps.
The house is quiet. Levi’s room seems to be as dark as all the rest, judging by the lack of blue screen light coming from it.
You reach the kitchen to find a sleepy Lucifer trying his best to fry some…flour?
“Good morning!”
His hand stills and the flour gets placed to the side. He really was trying to fry flour.
“Need a hand?”
“It would be…” he stifles a yawn “…much appreciated.”
You smile then gesture for him to take a seat.
“What was the plan for breakfast today?”
“I thought I’d start the pancakes early since Beel needs twice as many as everyone else.”
You lean in to kiss him. He hums, pleased.
“One could get used to such attentions.”
You fluff his bangs:
“You’ll get more attentions once I’m done with breakfast.”
He smiles.
“I am all anticipation.”
“Have your coffee in the meantime.”
“Thank you.”
You’ve only just brought out the Demonchook eggs when you notice that Lucifer is frowning.
His hand is poised to take a sip out of his cup, but he is frozen mid-motion.
He sighs.
“You…don’t have coffee, right?”
“I am afraid I merely dreamt I had made some.”
You stifle a small laugh, then kiss him again.
“Just rest, beloved, I’ll get you coffee.”
You’re not stranger to hypotension and mornings, and while your health had much improved in recent years, allowing you to have mornings again, Lucifer was perpetually dizzy and distracted before midday.
A quick coffee, and a tender kiss later, Lucifer is sipping happily and you are getting on with the pancakes.
It’s comfortable, homey, domestic. Simple pleasures.
The sizzle of the pan, the smell of pancakes, the multiple jars of strange Devildom fruit jams.
Ladle, pour, smooth, wait, flip, wait, done.
Ladle, pour, smooth, wait, flip, wait, done.
You get into a pleasant rhythm with your pancakes.
Lucifer is busy with his coffee, emitting a hum every now and then.
The house is quiet. You relish such moments.
A rather odd-sounding sigh reaches your ears, and you turn just in time to see Beel walk through the door then stop suddenly.
“You…are cooking breakfast today?”
“Giving our dearest Lucifer a breather before he gets thrown into his work later, is all.”
Beel nods approvingly. Lucifer continues sipping his coffee in silence. You both know he’s too embarrassed to say anything, and that’s why his eyes are still closed.
“If you hang on for 2 more minutes, I’ll have your pre-breakfast pancake tower ready.”
He looks at you with awe and adoration.
Bonk!
The soft “oof” tells you who just attempted to enter the kitchen, and instead walked into Beel.
“I’m sorry, Belphie!” his apology is instantaneous.
Belphie just “mmm”s and moves around him, walking to curl around you like a koala.
“Um…Belphie I can’t make pancakes with you on my back.”
A snore is his only response.
“I’ll get him…”
Beel reaches for his twin, lifting him up like a feather (even though you felt him try to cling) and slinging him over his shoulder.
You reach up to his him softly.
“Thank you sweetheart".
“OMG you normies it is way too early to be this domestically blissful! This is not the set for My blissful marriage to 12 demon lords from my past, with whom each day is bliss”.
Levi’s disgruntled voice is remarkably sullen.
“You may await breakfast in the dining room, Leviathan.”
The demon in question pouts.
“It’s not fair if…if you all are in here.”
You smile at him before returning to your pan.
“Maybe you can set the table? I’m almost done with Beel’s pancakes.”
Beel is looking at your starry eyed, and you can feel it.
“Table’s big enough, Leviathan. Since people are congregating here, we may as well not make Beel wait too much.”
That’s the only invitation Levi needs before plopping himself down in the furthest corner of the table.
Beel is torn between reaching for the plate of pancakes, and sitting down.
“Sweetheart, take a seat, put Belphie down, while I get you the pancakes.”
“Oh come on!! It’s too early in the morning for otome game couple things, ya normies!”
Lucifer’s glance slides to his younger brother. He ducks his head and pretends to be focusing on his game.
“Belphegor can sit next to me. That way you don’t have to worry about him falling off the chair.”
Beel looks at you, then at Lucifer, then at you.
“Thank you, Lucifer”, he says happily, just as you put the stack of pancakes in front of him.
“Enjoy, sweet Beel!” You drop a kiss on his hair before making your way to Levi’s corner.
He pretends to ignore you.
“In the darkness and the light, no love shines as pure and bright…”
He’s still quiet then murmurs:
“In the light and in the dark, ours is the true love’s spark.”
You kiss his cheek.
“Good morning, my grumpy Nessie.”
“OMG! You can’t just…say that in front of everyone! Ack!”
You giggle at his reaction, as well as Beel and Lucifer’s startled gazes.
“I’ll kiss you one more time, and then you’ll all be even!”
Levi hems and haws, and mutters a soft ‘thank you’ when your lips press against his hair.
He really is doing so well, nowadays, being able to handle this much attention.
“I’m proud of you!” you tell him before straightening up and heading back towards the pan.
In passing you notice Belphie has dropped onto Lucifer’s arm, forcing the older demon to essentially shift him to his lap, or risk spilling his coffee.
You drop two kisses onto Belphie’s hair, and one to Lucifer’s, to even the score.
Beel is busy eating, but he hums appreciatively, seeing you taking care of Belphie too.
Time flows comfortably while you continue making pancakes. There are footsteps closing in, and you can tell from their lightness who it is.
“Sorry I’m late, I was reading this detective novel and I…”
He stops abruptly.
“Good morning, Satan.”
There is a moment of dark quiet so you turn around to see Satan glaring at Lucifer who is nonchalantly drinking his coffee.
“I’m making pancakes, want to give me a hand? I need to make a bit more batter.”
His narrowed eyes shift between you and Lucifer.
“The ingredients are out, I just need you by me.” You say emphatically.
Feeling satisfied in his superiority, Satan approaches you to add to the batter.
“Let me help you with your sleeves,” you murmur, reaching out to him. His eyes are regarding you curiously while you fold back his sleeves securely.
“Thanks.”
You reach up and kiss him.
“Thank you for helping.”
There’s a splutter from Levi’s corner, a snore from Belphie and the softest snort. You know exactly who is the owner of that last sound, but you don’t let it stop you.
Satan is really helpful around the kitchen, and you have another mountain of pancakes before soon.
You notice the frown as he’s making more batter.
“Penny for your thoughts, Wrathling?”
He blushes.
You are pretty sure nobody has heard you since no further outrage has been expressed.
“If I focus on you it’s like no-one else is here.”
You squeeze his hand gently:
“You are doing so well, every day, you know?”
His gaze widens.
“I really appreciate all the efforts to get along with everyone. I know you’re trying your hardest.”
He blushes and closes his eyes to steel himself from further embarrassment.
You reach up and kiss him again.
“I’m so proud of you, Satan”, you murmur against his lips, adoring his slight gasp.
You squeeze his hand again before pulling him to the pan.
He wraps his arm around your waist, and you pass the pan handle to him. You flip a few pancakes like this, cuddled, your head on his shoulder.
The kitchen smells delicious!
“Oh my!” Asmo’s shrill exclamation floats through the air. “What a charming, domestic picture you two make! Oh, it’s like Snow White and her 7 men!”
“Dwarves.” Corrects Satan automatically.
“Whatever floats her boat, honestly, but I must object at such cuteness not involving me!”
You squeeze Satan and feel him nod, before you untangle and head towards Asmo.
“And now that Prince Charming has entered the room, the Princess makes her decision, and off they gallop on a handsome…”
“It’s too early in the morning for galloping on handsome horses, Asmo.”
He pouts.
“Can’t a demon dream?”
You open your arms to him, and he pulls you forward, wrapping himself around you.
“I was SO lonely!”
You laugh softly squeezing him, and pressing a kiss to his lips.
“You’re not lonely now.”
“Oh darling, I’m never lonely when you’re around.”
“We’re around too…” comes the muffled comment from the table corner.
“Find your seat Asmo, and then you can have pancakes.”
“Awww…but you are so much sweeter than pancakes.”
“Find your seat”, you repeat gently.
“Here! Now will you sit on my lap?”
Crack!
You notice Satan holding on to a sliver of what was once a plate.
Immediately your up on your feet and you run to him.
There are shards on the floor, but luckily, the pancakes were on a separate plate.
“Show me your hand?”
He offers it sullenly, eyes looking away.
“Hey, it’s ok. It doesn’t see to have caused you any cuts. I’ll disinfect anyway.”
“ ‘s fine.”
You lift a hand to his cheek and guide him so he can face you.
“You are precious to me, and I want to make sure you’re ok. Can you let me do that?”
There’s complete silence in the room, as though all the air has been sucked out. You can feel everyone’s eyes on you.
“Safety first!” you wink mischievously at the completely silent demons.
“It’s too early for the medical romance trope!” grumbles Levi.
Lucifer looks pensively at a spot on the table.
Beel is still eating happily.
Asmo looks torn between squeeing at how adorable Satan is being, and protesting that the attention is not on him.
Belphie is still curled in Lucifer’s arms.
You ignore them to get out the first aid kit, and with gentle motions clean Satan’s hands. You make sure there are no cuts, before declaring everything good to go and brushing your lips against his knuckles.
“To help it heal faster.” You tell him, conspiratorially.
“No fair!” Asmo’s voice bounces through the room. You raise knowing eyes to Satan and he smiles back softly, before nodding.
“Here, my fair Queen!” You kneel and take his hand, to brush your lips against his knuckle.”
The entire room watches in complete shock.
“What is one to do, with ever so many beautiful demons, and an ever so little, and sole, human!”
Asmo is fanning himself. Levi looks torn between staring and pretending he’s in a completely different dimension. Lucifer looks on attempting to pretend he’s watching a video on spreadsheets.
“I have kissed the gentle hand, of the fairest in the land”, you recite, much to Asmo’s delight.
“That’s from a poem in your world, right?!”
“Sort of. I’ve adapted it to the situation.”
“But of course! Since I am the fairest in the land, of course you wouldn’t have such descriptions for humans. How lovely!”
“It’s nothing.”
“No, it is. Can you believe Solomon has never read me human poetry about my beauty?! It really is quite a sin!”
Knowing Solomon, you can absolutely believe that he’s never read poetry to Asmo.
“I’ll talk to him the next time I see him, and tell him to remedy this grave trespass against you.”
“Please do, he needs to treat me better!”
You giggle.
“I’ll make sure to tell him that his wooing needs some work.”
“Yaaay, and then he’ll shower me with poetry about my beauty! Will you still sit on my lap when he does that?”
You lean in and whisper:
“No, I will be busy with him on my lap, while you watch” then press a kiss to his nose before sauntering back to help Satan and leaving behind a stunned and delighted Asmo.
The table is set by the time a yawning Mammon walks in grumbling about “his human” not waking him up. You squeeze Satan’s hand and he offers you another shy smile but before you can move, Asmo’s voice cheerfully announces:
“Oh hon, the apocalypse could be happening next to your ear and you’d still sleep! Come get your coffee.”
Mammon looks embarrassed, torn between responding and obeying, when Asmo continues:
“Since we’re eating in the kitchen I’m afraid we’re one chair short so you have to sit on my lap.”
“Asmo!” six disgruntled voices ring through the room. Mammon blanches. You let go of Satan’s hand, moving towards Mammon carefully as though he’s a fawn.
“Now, now, Asmo is teasing. You know how he is. There is a chair for you to sit on. It’s next to Levi and Lucifer.
Mammon pretends to have been playing along. You don’t let him bluff, instead you gently cup his cheeks and kiss him.
He almost melts.
“Now, please go sit down while Satan and I finish the pancakes.”
“I ain’t takin’ orders from no human. I jus’…was feelin’ like sittin’ down anyway.” He mumbles.
You smile and kiss him softly again:
“Thank you.”
“LMAO, whipped!” comes Levi’s voice from the corner, making the entire table snicker. You narrow your eyes at him.
“So, pancakes are almost done, I understand?”
Lucifer’s calm voice cuts through the rising tensions.
“Yes, Satan’s down to the last two, and I can already start serving you guys.”
“No need. All my brothers have functional legs.” He pauses for a moment. “All but one, I should say.” You smile at his tone. It’s hard to take his criticism seriously when he’s been cradling Belphie for almost an hour, and looking incredibly pleased.
“The kitchen is narrower than the dining room. Let us.”
He nods, so you grab the nearest plate to you, and fill it with pancakes before returning it to its owner.
“Here you go, Mammon.”
“Thanks. It…it looks good.”
He is trying so hard to not let his sin win, and you reward hard work.
“Enjoy, precious.” You ruffle his hair while he splutters and blushes, then immediately raise your eyes to silence any incoming commentary. The brothers pretend not to notice what just happened.
You hear the softest “…rofl so wh…” but the chair Levi’s sitting on topples and he squeaks from the floor.
“Ack, I broke my combo. Great, now I have to start this level again.” He grumbles.
“Sit on the chair properly and you won’t fall off”, comes Lucifer’s steady reply. You smile and blink at him. Thank you. He acknowledges it with an almost imperceptible nod.
The pancakes are served with no further unexpected events.
You delight in the moments you get to spend with your demons. Beel occasionally looks up to give you an adoring look. Satan squeezes your hand under the table at random intervals.
Mammon’s foot taps impatiently next to yours, and rubs your ankle every now and then.
Asmo blows you kisses between eating his pancakes and looking in the mirror.
Levi looks at you when he thinks you won’t notice.
Lucifer offers you a soft smile when he catches your eye.
Belphie is half eating, bent over his plate, but still on Lucifer’s lap. Occasionally leaning back to chew while half asleep.
They are messy, and demanding sometimes, but they are yours, and you are theirs, and that’s all that matters.