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You fade in and out of consciousness over the next two days, waking up occasionally to a different demon brother sitting or laying with you. They cuddle you close, press kisses to your cheeks and forehead, and just.. Make you feel safe. It’s on the third day that you finally wake up enough to feel fully aware of everything. Beelzebub is with you, laying back on your pillows as he scrolls through his phone.
“Beel,” You say, and your voice is finally strong enough to sound normal, if a little crackly from underuse. He looks over at you. “You’re up!” He smiles, setting his phone down to yank you into his arms. You squeak as he hugs you tightly, pressing your face into his chest. Beelzebub is soft and warm, his chest firm.. And you adore him. You smile as you snuggle into the hug, letting him hold you for as long as he wants. “Everyone’s gonna be so relieved. We thought we’d have to take you to the human world, you know.” He says softly as he pulls away from you.
You pout as you look up at him, sighing a little. “You guys worry too much… I was okay.” You try to brush it off, and then Beel scowls at you. “You weren’t. You had a fever hotter than the fires in Diavolo’s castle.” Beelzebub tells you quietly, brushing his fingers through your hair lightly.
“Come on, you should bathe, before everyone else finds you awake. You’ll never get away from them after that.” He smiles at you, huffing playfully as he pats your side and sits up with a long, lazy stretch. You whine brattily, shaking your head a bit before he decides to just drag you up into his arms. He always holds you like you weigh nothing, and it makes you feel like you’ve got butterflies in your stomach every time. “Beel. I can walk! I just didn't want to yet.” You mumble out, pouting as he sets you on the counter of the sink. “I know. I like holding you.” The demon admits, his face flushing a pretty pink as he goes about filling up the tub for you.
You wait as he fills up the tub, kicking your legs shyly even when he grabs you a new set of clothes that suspiciously looks like his— and one of your fluffiest towels. It makes you smile when he flutters around, and leaves you to bathe by yourself.
The tub is hot, steam floating from the top as you settle in, and feel your aching body relax. You sit there, after washing your hair and your body and just soak in the hot water. Time doesn’t seem to be moving for a while, until you decide that if you sit here any longer you’ll fall asleep.
You drain the bath, and sigh happily as you dry off and slide on Beel’s comfortable clothes. They’re warm and soft, hanging off of you. You have to tie the basketball shorts extra tight on your waist, so they don’t slide off. You push the door open, smiling when Beelzebub is still lounging on your bed, rubbing over his stomach. “I can feel how hungry you are. Let’s go get food, I think I might die.”
You snort out a laugh, giggling and shaking your head as you pull him up from the bed and to the door. The house of Lamentation is quiet for the middle of the day on a weekend. You hum and swing your hands as you walk down the stairs, heading to the dining room. You can hear arguing, not unlike any normal day as you come into the room. But you can’t help but grin as the shouts all fall silent when you step in the room.
Your demons all look a bit disheveled, even Lucifer and Asmodeus, with their ties partially undone, uniforms a little rumpled and their hair unkempt. They really must have been horribly worried about you, if they couldn’t keep up their appearances.
Several voices call your name, and it isn’t long until you’re yanked into the closest demons chest— Satan, who squeezes you tight and manages a choked up laugh.
“We were so worried about you!” Levi complains from somewhere to your left, “You slept for so long we thought you died.” Belphegor fusses over you, and you wiggle free from Satan’s arms with a laugh. “I’m fine! I was just sick. It happens to humans a lot!” Your voice crackles with underuse and you can see them all looking at you like you’re going to break, like they don’t believe you’re back up now.
“I’m starving, please let’s just eat!” You complain, pushing the brothers back towards their seats when you’re pulled down into Mammons lap— letting out a yelp as you land. The demon of greed has yet to say a word to you, but he wraps his arms around your waist tightly, his face pressing into the crook of your neck. “Mammy…” You croon out, shaking your head as you turn around to wrap your arms around his neck sweetly.
“I’m so glad yer alright,” You can hear him whisper, and you press a sweet kiss to the demons temple. “I’ll always be alright, if you’re around to take care of me.” You murmur, holding him tightly, something that is for all of the demon brothers. They’ll always take care of you, you know this. And you’re so grateful.