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Lucifer — I really like your face

part 1 │ part 2 │ part 3 │ part 4

CW: enemies to lovers, lucifer hates you lol (part 1), slight angst (parts 2 and 3), he insults u in his mind multiple times (part 1), events in lessons 16 ifykyk, also this lowkey follows the og obey me timeline and events but like i dont feel like adding the whole time travel thing lol

A headache.

That is what Lucifer would describe you as now, especially now that you have become closer and closer to his brothers. His index finger raises to massage his temples, nursing his everlasting headache that never seems to disappear—a headache that only became prominent when he heard the sound of rushed footsteps running past his office, the sound of yours and Mammon's voices loud enough to be heard clearly, followed by an exasperated, but still irritated Leviathan.

Letting out the deepest sigh for the first time that day, he squeezes his eyes shut.

Putting Mammon in charge of you has to be one of the worst decisions he's ever made in his long, long life.

That aside, Lucifer has also come to the conclusion that maybe, just maybe, you aren't that bad; The eldest has come to spend more time with you, some spent with his brothers, and others with just the two of you around—spending time with only the company of each other is inevitable, after all, especially when you both live under the same roof.

He's been observing you, the way you interact with his brothers, and the way you continue to make a ruckus and still make pacts with them one by one despite him almost crushing your bare hand in his. You always make them smile, and happy, and he even dares say that the broad smile on their faces and the laughter that rings in the air is reminiscent of that of their time in the Celestial Realm.

And... he does feel like he owes you for helping him make his relationship with Satan much better than it was before.

He might never admit it out loud to you or his brothers, but he's starting to trust you now. You've never done anything to put them in danger, and you really do seem to have good intentions for his brothers, even for Belphegor, and himself.

Only for that said trust to immediately vanish, to easily pop in the air like a soap bubble; a fleeting beauty—never meant to last; Which brings him to today.

Lucifer truly felt like he was beginning to have a connection to you, although not enough to even consider having a pact with you, he was slowly beginning to think of you as a friend.

But of course, you had to be a nuisance.

That's what you truly are, isn't it? Maybe he was right from the beginning.

The flame roaring in the hearth doesn't even equate to the anger burning in his chest. He can't believe this, he can't believe you but most of all, he can't believe himself.

You tricked him, and he fell for it. You played him like a puppet and he put his strings on your palms. And now everything he's worked so hard to build is falling apart before his very eyes.

The youngest brother he's trying so hard to protect argues with him, his ever-loyal twin brother now glaring daggers at Lucifer and he feels more pain than anger. He watches them leave before allowing his gaze to look over his other brothers, whom are looking at him hesitantly before turning his back to them and walking back into his own room to think.

The next thing he knew, he can hear his brothers causing another ruckus in another part of the house.

He expected this, of course, you and the twins would come back to seek refuge from Diavolo, try to plead with him to protect his youngest brother from the wrath of the future Devil King, and he debated whether he should go or not.

He scoffs before hitting his chest lightly. Why does it hurt so much? Was it the look in his brothers' eyes that pains him so? Or was it your betrayal of the trust that he handed to you on a silver platter? Perhaps, it was both?

Either way, Lucifer doesn't have the time to idle by and think. Opening the door to his room, he takes a step into the halls and follows the sound of his brothers' screaming...

Only to realize that the sight before him is so much different than the one he had anticipated.

The first thing he heard was Mammon, sobbing, wailing, and it was almost enough to make the demon freeze in place; The last time he heard his brother like this was after the Celestial War...when Lilith....

"MC! Hang in there, MC!"

Lucifer finally arrives at the scene, and from his peripheral vision, he can see his brothers look at him with troubled looks in their gazes, silently asking, pleading for him to do something; but his gaze is locked on one thing only, the limp body of a human that Mammon is holding.

The Avatar of Pride felt like he was suddenly stabbed in his chest, letting out a small choked noise of surprise that no one caught amidst their own panic. Crimson gaze burned through your body, almost as if he was commanding you to stand, but you weren't conscious enough to receive his message.

The familiar sound of laughter that hasn't been heard in quite a long time was what snapped him out of his daze, his gaze traveling to his youngest brother who is sporting a large, amused grin on his face.

"Mammon, you look like such a fool!" Belphegor mused, giving his brother a close-eyed smile, "A human's about to kick the bucket, and yet here you are panicking as if it's the end of the world!"

"Belphie..." The eldest spoke his name almost breathlessly, "You..."

"Belphie!" It was Beelzebub who spoke up, and Lucifer can't remember the last time the Avatar of Gluttony uttered his twin's name with such anger and disbelief in his voice, "What have you done?!"

"This is awful, what's going to happen to MC.....?"

"MC is a human, with injuries this bad, the chances of survival are...."

"Lucifer, can't we do something?!"

His brothers' voices started to interlap with one another, and his ears start ringing as he forces himself to think.

Think, Lucifer.

Do something.

He remembers the first time they smiled at him, they were so bright, so warm, and he hated that feeling because it reminded him of his moniker; the morning star.

Call Simeon or Luke, perhaps their angelic powers could heal them.

Come to think of it, he never really hated MC, did he? He was suspicious of them, sure, but he never once truly hated them for who they were.

Call Diavolo, he should be powerful enough.

If anything, he only hated the way they made him feel. They reminded him of his time as an angel, they were bright, they were warm, they.... they're akin to his own personal morning star.

Call Solomon, he should know what to do.

But of course, he's the Avatar of Pride. A powerless human can't possibly be making him feel this way, right? No way. So, he convinced himself he hates them.

Do something, Lucifer.

He threatened them, he insulted them, and even almost put an end to their life himself, but he regrets that, doesn't he? No matter how many times he convinces himself that he doesn't.

Do something.

At the end of the day, it doesn't matter what kind of lie he forces upon himself because the truth is MC already had him wrapped around their finger. They already had him, even without a pact.

Do something.

Because he likes them. He adores this nuisance of a human who slithered their way into his heart. He likes MC, more than he's ever liked anyone before.

DO SOMETHING.

"Yes....yes! Perfect!" Belphegor's voice cut through the loud, panicked chatters of the others, his voice crystal clear in Lucifer's ears.

He heard the same laugh once again, and it felt like Belphie was mocking him—his feelings, his emotions,. He felt vulnerable in the eyes of his youngest brother, and he hated that feeling.

He's my brother. He's my brother. I can't hurt him. He's my brother. He's my bro-

"That's exactly the look I was hoping to see on your face Lucifer! Hopeless! Helpless!" Belphegor continues, maniacal laughter still ringing in the air, apparently finding the whole thing amusing.

"Tell me, eldest brother, how does it feel to be so useless that you can't even keep one measly human alive?"

In a snap, Lucifer's mind went blank.

True to his demonic nature, the only thing that remained is rage.

Pure, unadulterated rage.

Lucifer didn't hear the way Beelzebub called out his name, nor did he catch the way Satan reached out to try and stop him in his tracks when the blonde caught wind of what may be going through the Eldest's mind.

Belphegor didn't have time to dodge out of the way, and he could only cough harshly on his brother's face as he feels the air get knocked out of him. His back now glued to the wall, mouth open to gasp for air whilst his oldest brother wraps his hands tightly around his throat, choking him the same way he did with the human.

And the Avatar of Sloth knew he should be scared, terrified, even, as he looks into the eyes that once belonged to the man he admired, the same eyes that once looked at him with concern and adoration; now, he can see that there's a not a single thought behind Lucifer's eyes other than rage and bloodlust.

Still, the demon's reaction to this situation is just as fascinating and amusing as it is terrifying. Knowing that this may be his last words, Belphegor spoke, if only to spite the demon even more.

"Oh, how far you've fallen, dear brother," Belphegor is sputtering to get his words across, yet the smile on his face never leaves "To be played and be fooled by a human to this extent... What has become of you, Lucifer, Avatar of Pride?"

The way the lighting hit Lucifer's face made his ruby eyes glow and shadowed the rest of his facial features that made an involuntary shiver go down Belphie's back. The sight before him suddenly reminds him that the demon Satan, the Avatar of Wrath himself, came from the emotions of this very demon before him.

Gone was the Lucifer he knew, the one he considered to be his brother, the one he looked up to, the Morning Star; Before him stood a demon, the most powerful out of the seven rulers of hell, the right hand of the future devil king himself and one of the most powerful creatures in Devildom.

"Calm down, Lucifer!"

"Lucifer, let go!"

"Lucifer, snap out of it, damn you!"

"Lucifer!"

Mammon's, Beelzebub's, Satan's, and Leviathan's voices no longer register in Lucifer's mind, and neither did their hands clawing at his limbs in efforts to try and get him off of the youngest. In the prideful demon's eyes, he wasn't slowly suffocating his brother, rather, it was some nameless demon who dared to lay a hand on his family.

No one is allowed to hurt his family, he'd take care of anyone that poses a threat, he'll get rid of anyone who even dares to touch a single strand of his family's hair—and MC is one that he considers to be one of their own.

"Lucifer!" the voice that finally registered in Lucifer's rage-addled mind was booming, commanding, "That's your brother!"

The voice was followed by a hand, this time, much stronger than that of his brothers, exerting enough force to make his arms hurt before those pair of hands were finally successful in prying the raging demon away from the one he used to protect.

Belphegor gasps for air as the pressure on his neck finally disappears, his knees gave out but his twin was quick to catch him before his body could meet the floor. Mammon was quick to crouch and check on his youngest brother, holding onto his hand which the youngest was quick to squeeze while catching his breath.

Sure, Mammon doesn't exactly like Belphie at the moment, but he's still his brother. He'd still, and always will, protect his younger brothers—even if it was against the eldest.

Satan lets out a sigh of exhaustion, emerald eyes darting from Belphie to Lucifer while Leviathan anxiously looks over at Belphegor.

Lucifer finally snaps out of his fit of rage, pushing the demon holding him and taking a step back. The said demon senses that the calm and collected Lucifer had made its return, and allowed him to take a moment to breathe, but he still had his guard up in case the demon decided to attack his brother once again.

"Lucifer..." Diavolo starts, the usual cheery tone that accompanies his words now nowhere to be found,

"Diavolo," Lucifer acknowledges the demon, eyes looking over at him to see that his friend has transformed into his true form, and the same can be said of his brothers behind Diavolo. Looking down at his own hands, his red gloves looking back at him, only did he realize that he, too, was in his natural form.

"MC..." He starts. Diavolo immediately notes the regret and shame in his voice and was quick to cut him off.

"-is with Barbatos, Solomon, and Asmodeus. They should be fine soon." Diavolo finishes for him, and seeing the confused frown on his friend's face, he continues to explain what he knows from the situation.

"You flew off the handle. Asmodeus contacted me and Barbatos was quick to make a portal here. From what I saw, all four of the remaining brothers were trying to pry you off of Belphegor. I stayed while Barbatos and Asmodeus bring MC to Solomon."

"I...... see."

Diavolo frowns at the sight of his friend looking down in shame at his actions,

"For you to cause fatal harm to your own brother..." Diavolo starts, causing the other demon to avert his eyes in shame, an everlasting frown plastered on his features, "What happened, Lucifer?"

Letting out a sigh, Lucifer could only tell him the truth.

"I became weak."

A knock reverberated inside the music room, overtaking the sound of the cursed record currently spinning in the player whilst Lucifer lays back in his chair, legs spread open, his coat and suit perched on the coat rack, the first buttons of his shirt open.

Lucifer would be lying if he said he hadn't expected this, but he really wished they just left him alone; sitting up straight, he buttons his shirt properly and ran his gloved hands through his hair in an attempt to fix it and hide his miserable self. He's Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride, after all.

Anything but perfect is unacceptable.

"Come in,"

He could only infer a few possibilities as to whom might be on the other side of the door: It could be either Diavolo or Barbatos, about to inquire about his behavior earlier in the day. It could also be Beelzebub, demanding he take accountability for his actions. Perhaps, even Solomon, for who knows what reason.

But the most likely answer to that question was...

The door opens and in comes the eldest brother's guest. Contrary to the demon's loud personality, he didn't speak a word as he comes in, tray in hand. He places the aforementioned tray on the nearest coffee table from the oldest, and from what Lucifer can see, it contains two servings of what he knew to be a peanut butter sandwich and a cup with haphazardly made tea.

"Mammon.." Lucifer acknowledges the presence of his younger brother, who only looks at him with a poorly disguised concerned look through his colored lenses.

"Eat," Mammon responded, "You haven't eaten all day,"

"Ho-" Before Lucifer could even finish his question, Mammon already answered the question that has been eating at him all day.

"I can't guarantee Belphie is fine, Lord Diavolo took him. Somethin' about making sure MC is safe and violatin' some rules. I tried to stop him but-"

"You did your best, Mammon."

Mammon stopped for a while at that, silently just looking at his brother who gave him a small but tired smile. Even at Lucifer's attempt to present himself to look better than he feels, Mammon has known his brother long enough to know how much of a mess Lucifer's mind is right now.

"Beel, obviously, is not fine with that. He almost charged up here to ask you to get Belphie back but I was able to calm him down for a while. Levi is looking after him at the moment," Mammon finishes his recap for the eldest before remembering an important detail that he almost forgot, "Oh- and Lord Diavolo told me to tell you that you're on house arrest."

The eldest brother took a few seconds to take in the information laid before him and then let out the deepest sigh he's let out for the past month.

"But that's a problem for us to deal with tomorrow," Mammon picks up one of the plates of peanut butter sandwiches, handing it to his brother who simply stared at the food, "For now, eat up and rest."

"....thank you," Lucifer mutters, before reaching out to place the plate on his lap, gloved hands picking up the sandwich before him and taking a bite. The familiar taste made him feel a bit of relief, a small respite from the whole mess.

As Lucifer takes another bite, Mammon walks to the other side of the room to pick up a chair, placing it a safe distance away from Lucifer to give his oldest brother the space he needs, but still close enough for Lucifer to sense his presence.

Mammon knew better than to question Lucifer for his earlier actions, he didn't need to see him to know that the Avatar of Pride was already wallowing in guilt from his actions. He also knew better than to ask Lucifer to verbalize his thoughts and feelings.

Still, the Avatar of Greed stayed. Manspreading on the chair before reaching out for his own sandwich, trying to get himself to enjoy the cursed record his brother loved so much. At the very least, Mammon wanted Lucifer to know that he wasn't alone, that he's here to help him, and that it's not a sin to lean and depend on him every now and then.

After all, that's his job as the second eldest, is it not? To lessen the burden on his oldest brother.

Sure, he's no Lucifer, and he isn't exactly the best role model to his younger brothers, and he always gets in trouble, but that still doesn't relieve him of his responsibilities to look out not just for his younger brothers, but for his stubborn older brother as well.

"I have deep feelings for them,"

Amidst the silence between the two brothers, it was Lucifer who spoke first. Allowing himself to be vulnerable even just for a short while, a rare sight, but definitely not a first to Mammon.

"I..." Lucifer's words falter, and he frowns to himself, "I just saw red."

"I know," Mammon responds, loudly sipping from his own cup of tea, before continuing to speak with a low voice, almost as if he's ashamed of himself. "For a while, I did too."

Lucifer watches as Mammon's eyes land on the floor. His little brother always has been an open book, the most expressive out of all of them. In a desperate attempt to lighten up the mood, he decides to tease him a bit.

"You seem to be taking it well," The sadness in Lucifer's voice was still there, but now mixed with a teasing lilt to it. Confused at the sudden change of mood, Mammon looks up and his sapphire eyes meet his brother's crimson, nonverbally asking him to elaborate.

"Me liking MC, that is." The eldest lift the teacup to his lips, and had he no self-control at all, he would've winced at the taste of the tea. But he could tell Mammon tried his best to brew this for him, so he gulped it down the same way he does with Barbatos' tea.

"Don't you like MC as well, Mammon?"

"Ugh," Mammon groans, now a scoff on his face while he rolls his eyes, "Ya really believe that?"

"Hmm? Well, don't you?"

"Of course not!" Mammon almost exclaims like he felt scandalized by the thought of him, The Great Mammon, liking a human. "No offense, but they're not my type. They're my best friend, is all."

Mammon then shrugs, continuing his words.

"Besides, everyone already knows you like MC," Mammon stated like it was a casual fact, and not a whole bomb being dropped right on his brother's face—which caused the aforementioned brother to choke on his tea, letting out loud coughs as he hit his chest.

One glare from Lucifer was enough to make Mammon smile nervously, and out of habit, he started spilling every single thing to him.

"It was Diavolo, not me!" Mammon was quick to put the blame on the demon lord, "HE talked to ME about how ya never stop talking about MC, and how you insist on takin' care of any work that is related to them."

"Go on."

"I mean, personally, I thought you hated them. But then I started to notice how you looked at them.. It was different. It reminds me of the way you look at us; at Belphie when he sleeps, at Levi when he cheers at winning a game, at Asmo who happily thanked you for choosing an outfit for him, at Beel whenever he enjoys your cooking, and at Satan when he plays with cats—it was kinda the same, but different, ya know? Like you see them as family, but not in the way you see us... does that make sense?" Mammon shakes his head, before deciding to continue regardless of whether Lucifer understood him or not, "and I mean, Sure, you were harsh with 'em, but other than Lord Diavolo, is there really anyone you weren't harsh with?"

Lucifer scrunches his eyebrows at Mammon's words, quite confused by them. Does this mean that he's had this feeling lingering in his chest for longer than he originally thought? Was he really the last one to realize?

"Then I thought I'm not the best at this. I figured I could confirm with Asmo 'cause if there's anyone who knows somethin' 'bout affection, it should be him. And that's also when he noticed, and he was the one that blabbered about it to our brothers, 'til it just reached the angels and Solomon,"

At the sudden influx of information, Lucifer can't help but squeeze his eyes shut. His right hand raising to squeeze the bridge of his nose in annoyance. Of course, he should have expected this.

But amongst the surplus of information that Mammon suddenly dropped on him, Lucifer only found himself caring for one certain fact.

"Do they know?"

At that, the nervousness painted on Mammon's face immediately dropped, now exchanged with seriousness as he answered his brother's question confidently.

"No,"

And for the first time that day, Lucifer found himself sighing in relief, letting out a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding.

You didn't know. He hadn't lost the chance to be the one to inform you of his own feelings.

Somehow, that one thought was enough to somehow calm the disaster that is Lucifer's thoughts and emotions. He truly had it bad for you, a mere human, making him feel like this. You have him wrapped around your pretty little finger.

And, disturbingly enough, he realized that he didn't mind that at all.

#obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me #reblog #Found this series 👀 and I got hitch #But also Im a sucker for enemies to lovers trope

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