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being a lap pillow is not part of my job description

Summary:

Why on his lap?! Couldn’t the demon king sleep in his own bed or something?! Did he think he was a cat instead of the king of all demons?!

(The demon king decides to use Deon’s lap as a pillow.)

[Podfic in chapter 2!]

Notes:

Happy birthday, Aster! Make sure you take some breaks while studying and take care of your health <3

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1

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“Hah…” Deon sighed in happiness as he lifted his teacup.

 

The scent of the high-quality black tea was sweet and fragrant, and its taste was exquisite on his tongue.

 

How relaxing. Deon loved days like this where he could just sit on the plush sofa and have tea and snacks. Although demon cuisine looked really weird and creepy to him at the start, they tasted unexpectedly delicious, especially when compared to war rations. 

 

Bang!

 

“Demon!” 

 

Deon almost spat out his tea when the Demon King barged into his room without knocking.

 

“Your Majesty!” 

 

Deon placed his teacup down so fast the amber-hued tea spilled onto the table. He brushed his top down in case there were any crumbs and rushed to stand to greet the Demon King properly.

 

The Demon King gave a grin and a casual wave of a hand. Despite his status, he was always so casual in his actions around Deon, behaving like he was some random ahjussi next door.  "No, no, stay seated. You're still injured, after all."

 

Nervously, Deon sat back down. What was the Demon King doing here again? Was he trying to make Deon join another war? What excuse should he make to get out of it?

 

The Demon King sat down next to Deon on the sofa and…

 

…promptly laid down with his head on Deon’s lap.

 

Deon flinched in surprise.  "What are you doing?"

 

"I'm taking a break!" the Demon King declared like it made perfect sense.

 

He then closed his eyes and made himself at home. A pleased smile curled the corners of his lips and he looked satisfied like a cat who got the cream.

 

Meanwhile, Deon was screaming internally. 

 

Why on his lap?! Couldn’t the Demon King sleep in his own bed or something?! Did he think he was a cat instead of the king of all demons?!

 

Deon sat stiff as a board, afraid to even breathe too hard or twitch lest he poked the metaphorical hornet’s nest. This was definitely an abuse of authority, borderline sexual harassment, and high-key frightening, Despite all the grievances in his heart, it wasn't like Deon could tell the Demon King of all people what to do. 

 

Did demons even need to sleep? Deon wasn’t sure, but the Demon King did look very content to lie there.

 

Deon flinched again when the Demon King parted thin lips to say, “You’re too bony, Demon. You need to need to eat more.”

 

Excuse me? Deon scrunched up his nose and made a face at the Demon King. If it’s uncomfortable, he didn’t have to lie down there-

 

Deon quickly shifted his expression back to a neutral one when the Demon King opened his eyes. 

 

“Did you burn your hand earlier?” the Demon King asked gently, his gaze full of open affection and concern.

 

“No,” Deon replied, avoiding eye contact. 

 

He didn’t know why, but his heart was fluttering. 

 

“That’s good. I would hate for my precious commander to get hurt.”

 

“It’ll heal quickly.”

 

“But it’d still hurt, wouldn’t it?”

 

Was the Demon King worrying about him? But it didn’t make sense. If he was so worried about Deon getting hurt, why would he send Deon to war at all? A small burn from scalding hot tea paled in comparison to the atrocities and violence of wars. 

 

The Demon King was such a mysterious character. Deon couldn’t figure him out at all. 

 

A gloved finger poked the middle of Deon’s furrowed forehead. 

 

Deon blinked at the smiling Demon King in confusion.

 

“My pretty little commander. Sometimes you think too much. Why don’t you close your eyes and get some rest as well? Come on, get comfortable.” 

 

Deon didn’t think he’d be able to sleep, but he complied, shifting his posture on the sofa so he could lay his head on the backrest comfortably. He looked at the Demon King again, and when the Demon King gave him an encouraging smile, he closed his eyes. How could he, a weak human, ever say no to the Demon King?

 

The Demon King hummed a lullaby softly beneath his breath. 

 

The lullaby gave Deon vague memories of lying half-asleep in bed as a sickly child. Sometimes his parents or brother would sing to him or pat his head. Even though being sick was uncomfortable and painful, those moments when he wasn’t alone were some of his best memories with his family. Of course, soon they stopped visiting him at all since they were so busy, but…

 

Seeing that Deon had fallen asleep, the Demon King whispered with an indulgent smile, “Sleep well, my treasure.”

Chapter 2: podfic

Notes:

podfic now available! <3

Chapter Text

Notes:

im soft for DK giving Deon lots of petnames wwww

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