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“MC?” he asks, stepping closer to you. You manage a weak smile though you think it may have come across as a painful grimace. “Are you sick? Why are you huddled on the couch with like-” he pauses, eyes flicking over you, “-five blankets?”

You’re still not super used to any of them, what with you only having been in the Devildom for a few weeks, but you figure there’s no need to mince words. Demons could handle a bit of vaginal bleeding, couldn’t they?

“I’m on my period,” you say, and he winces. Maybe they couldn’t. Steadying himself, Levi bites his lip.

“I’ve heard of that,” he eventually responds. “But like, I’ve never had any experience with it myself.”

You snort. “Really? I’m so surprised.”

Levi pouts a little at your sarcastic words and you apologize.

“Sorry. I’m warning you now- I’m going to be pretty bitchy for the next few days.” A particularly strong cramp hits and you curl in on yourself, contorting as if trying to get away from the pain. Nervously, Levi’s hands flutter over you as if he’s unsure what to do.

“How can I help?” he asks, and you groan.

“Painkillers. Chocolate. A heating pad. Things like that.”

Levi shakes his head. “I don’t- I think I’m way out of my depth.” Stepping back, he takes a deep inhale before hollering. “Satan!”

You wince at the loud noise and he gives you an apologetic look, but before either of you can say anything, Satan’s stepping into the room.

“What’s going on?” he asks, almost bored. “I was in the middle of something.”

Levi gestures to you. “She’s, uh, on her period, and I don’t know what to do.”

Satan eyes you up and down, assessing your state. You give him a little wave.

“What do you need?” he asks, and you repeat your list from earlier. He nods. 

“Well, I know Belphie has a heated blanket and some heating pads,” he says, tapping his chin. “And I’m sure Mammon’s got some kind of medication that’s safe for humans.”

You blanche. “Please don’t kill me with medicine my body’s unable to handle.”

Satan waves you off. “I wouldn’t be that irresponsible. Levi, you go get Belphie and I’ll deal with Mammon.”

Great. Now it’s turned into a whole Thing.

“But does someone need to watch her?” Levi asks, and you roll your eyes.

“I’m right here, ” you say. “And no, I can manage.”

The two split up, and you burrow deeper into your nest of blankets, closing your eyes. The first few days of your period were always the worst and you hadn’t exactly been prepared to rawdog it either. You were lucky you were carrying your backpack when you were transported down here, as it had a decent amount of menstrual products in it, but soon you were going to have to figure out how to get more. Maybe a witch would be able to help. Or you could probably order it off of Akuzon.

You hear someone entering the room and crack open an eye. It’s Levi, thankfully, with a blanket and heating pads in his arms. Trailing behind him is Belphie, who must have just been woken up, and Asmo, who clicks his tongue at you.

“Thank you for letting me use your stuff,” you say to Belphie, who watches you gingerly accept the blanket from Levi. “I really, really appreciate it.”

“It’s whatever,” he responds slowly. “I mean, like, you’re in pain, right?”

You laugh under your breath as you lean over to plug in the blanket, abdomen protesting. “Oh, you have no idea.”

Belphie looks like he wants to say more, but is interrupted by Satan, Mammon, and Beel, who’s holding something you can’t see.

“Here,” Satan says, handing you a bottle. “This should be safe for human consumption.”

“Are you sure?” you ask, rattling the bottle.

“Yes, you’ll be fine. And if not, Solomon can fix you up or something.”

“Super reassuring,” you snipe. “How many should I take.”

“Well,” Satan says. “How bad's your pain.” Your uterus decides to throw a fit then, sending you curling into yourself, eyes pricking with tears.

“Bad,” you gasp, and all of the boys eye you unsurely.

“Okay, take three pills then,” Satan directs, and you don’t even use water to swallow them down, that desperate for relief.

“Here,” Beel says hesitantly, holding whatever he’s got out to you. You take it, eyes widening as you read the label.

“Chocolate?”

“Satan said it might help,” he exclaims, and again, tears come to your eyes. Resolutely, you ignore them.

“Are you sure?” you ask. “I know how much you like your sweets.”

“Just take it before he changes his mind,” Mammon says, crossing his arms. “Seriously. He wouldn’t offer if he weren’t sincere.”

You look between the two of them, and when Beel nods, you bring the chocolate to your lap. “Thank you,” you manage, and Beel’s smile is like the sun.

“What else can we do for you?” Belphie asks, and you look around yourself.

“I don’t know. This is pretty much everything. Thank you all,” you say. “You didn’t have to give up your stuff for me.”

“It’s not a problem,” Satan replies. “It’s our job to make sure you’re comfortable here, after all.”

“And anyway,” Asmo interjects, raising his brows, “we know you’d do the same for us.”

Would you? As you look around at the brothers, the stupid, kind brothers, you know you would.

“Eugh,” Mammon says, interrupting the moment. “It’s gettin’ sappy in here. Anyway, doncha want to watch chick flicks or something?”

Laughing, you nod. “I guess so. Although I’m not familiar enough with Devidom media to pick something myself.” As you pull the blankets closer to you to make space for all of the boys, you listen to them squabble over the movie, heart warming. You were still unused to this place, these people, but surely they couldn’t be as bad as they tried to tell you they were if they were willing to come together to support you like this. As the movie is finally decided and all of the boys take their places, you drift off, finally free from pain. You feel comfortable and safe, and much, much better.

*

You melted into the light pressure on your scalp, waking up slowly. Titling your head back, still sleep-muddled, you saw Lucifer peering down at you, hands still gently massaging your head.

“How are you feeling?” he whispers, and you look around to see all of the rest of them sleeping in various positions.

“That feels good,” you murmur back, sighing. “Like, really good. Where’d you learn to do this?”

“It always helps Diavolo when it’s his time of the month,” he answers nonchalantly, and your eyes snap open.

“He’s-”

Lucifer nods, cutting off your words. “Yes. And before you ask, he gave me permission to tell you when I went and got stuff. Actually, he all but demanded it. Said you should know you had someone to go to if you needed anything.”

That was a lot to process but Lucifer’s still moving fingers made it hard for you to concentrate. You weren’t worried about it or anything, anyway, just kind of grateful Diavolo had trusted you with such personal information. “Wait,” you eventually say. “Stuff?”

Lucifer nods towards a handful of grocery bags on the table. “Snacks and the like. More products.”

Overwhelmed by his, no, their thoughtfulness, you just gaze up at him. “Thank you,” you say. “Like, thank you so much.”

“Of course,” he hums, like it was a given they’d do all of this for you. “Now you should go back to sleep. Take advantage of the peace and quiet.”

“I should do that,” you say, closing your eyes again. It seems like only seconds of Lucifer’s massage magic before you’re drifting again, incredibly touched. Maybe this whole Devildom thing wouldn’t be that bad.