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lost-in-lamentation · 3 months

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hii I love your writing!! I know this request is quite angsty and hard hitting but I was wondering if you’d be willing to write something for mammon where the reader never lets him see his pact mark on their body even though he keeps asking to. after a while it’s revealed that the reason for that is because the mark is on their hip and they actually have visible self harm scars on there. maybe with some comfort towards the end?? you can totally ignore this if you’re uncomfortable with it, no pressure at all! ♡

a/n: hi !!! so first of all, thank you so much for the kind words, and second, thank you for trusting me to write this!! i tried my best to do such a request well, and in the end, i hope i did it justice.

content: you don't allow mammon to see his pact mark on your body, and when he uncovers it, he quickly understands why.

mammon × gen!reader (you/your).

WARNINGS: implied self harm, scars along hips/waist area. reader has a breakdown at the end. DO NOT READ if you are uncomfortable with any of these topics!

hurt/comfort.

mammon hates it.

he hates the way you willingly flaunt your pact marks with his brothers. perhaps he wouldn't hate it so much, if it wasn't for the fact that you refuse to show him his. mammon's golden pattern, hidden away from prying eyes, including his own.

mammon can't bear it.

he can't bear the way you brush away his hands when he tries to feel for the mark himself, even though he sees how everyone else can have fingers trailing your body along their own patterns. your eyes glitter their signature colour when fingers ghost over their pacts, but he's never been granted that privilege.

and he hates it.

"c'mon MC, you've told everyone else where theirs are. what's so different with mine?" mammon whines at you from his spot on your bed, an elbow propped up on his crossed legs as he rests his chin in his hand.

you sigh loudly, exasperation clear as day. "it's on my body."

"i know that much!"

"then stop asking." your chair creaks as you turn your shoulders to face him, eyes slanted in annoyed demeanor. "have you ever thought about the fact that i don't want to show you?"

the words feel like a knife that's been thrown into his heart; a steady pain that resurfaces each time he breathes. "but you showed all my brothers theirs."

"yes, and i won't be showing you yours."

the knife moves down, completely slicing his heart open. his words die in his throat, mirroring the way he can no longer feel his heart beating. mammon's head slips away from his hand, hiding his face away from you. you realise then that mammon didn't deserve something so harsh, but before you can muster an apology, mammon is out the door, slamming it behind him as he leaves.

you hate it.

you hate the way mammon looks at you when you deny his request. perhaps if you actually showed him his golden seal, he wouldn't be so upset; but with it being so close to your scars, you can't risk mammon becoming more upset at the marks that are from you, and not him.

you can't bear it.

you can't bear to see him drift away from you, refusing to even spare you a glance when you call him from across the room. you know that it's your fault for pushing him away in the first place, but the thought that you loved him too much to let him go was one that you never had come to terms with until now.

and you hate it.

mammon's standoff with you lasts no longer than 3 days, and you are the first to break the ice. in the dead of night, he hears shuffling outside his door, followed by a set of muffled knocks. when you appear on the other side of the door, mammon debates closing it on you. but then he sees how your hands tighten in anxiety, playing with the hem of your jacket as you wait for his answer. mammon continues his silence, but unlike before, he opens his door for you, stepping to the side to make way for you to enter. he watches as you find your favourite spot on the couch, curling up in the corner between the cushions and the armrest. a sigh passes his lips, but he sits next to you anyways, handing you a blanket before tossing the tv remote into your lap. "here. pick a movie," he says quietly, his gaze following your movements as you pick up the remote.

"sure." the sound of your voice has mammon twitching. it's been days without you, and even though he can play it cool, he's never wanted to pull you close this badly. he stands firm against his sin, refusing to give in to his desires. at least, until the movie plays for some time.

his movements are cautious as he turns to face you. mammon tests the waters first, lifting a corner of the blanket that surrounds you. when you make no move to stop him, mammon inches closer, throwing the blanket around his own shoulders instead of placing it back down. the second born stops there, wary of the boundaries that had been built in the last few days. then he catches you shift your eyes from the screen to him, shoulders turning to face mammon as you whisper your approval.

mammon wastes no time, looping an arm around your waist as the other hooks onto your neck. he feels you sigh against him, and he wonders if it's relief or something else until your own arms wind around him in return. "i'm sorry, mammon."

at your touch, he can feel the pieces of his heart slowly mending back together. mammon holds tighter, his nose burying into your hair for a second before he pulls back to look at you. "...s'okay, human. i get it." and although brief, mammon notices how your eyes glow golden when his hand drops down from your waist onto your hips. he holds his tongue, throwing his signature smile at you as he pulls you down to lay next to him. luckily for him, you don't realise that he hovered over the mark, oblivious to the fact that he now knows where it is. although curious, mammon keeps quiet, coaxing your head towards the crook of his neck. "get some sleep for now. ya look tired," he whispers, scratching at the base of your chin as you let out a long yawn. humming contentedly, you tuck yourself into his chest, breaths evening out as you drift off to sleep.

when mammon confirms you've fallen asleep, he props himself up with an elbow carefully. he knows there's a risk of you waking up at what he plans to do, but he has to see it at least once. mammon moves lightly, the pads of his fingers unnoticed by you as they lift up the hem of your shirt. just barely visible are the edges of his pact mark, giving a low shimmer the closer mammon gets. ever so softly, mammon brushes over your skin, feeling the way the pattern heats up under his touch. he marvels at how it looks, how it feels; but then he sees another mark trailing up and through his own. he moves the waistband of your pajamas down ever so delicately, and he finally understands why you refuse to show him anything.

the scars are littered across your hips, dragging all the way up to your waist before fading. mammon can't help himself from tracing them, unease settling in his bones as tries to count them all. he considers not telling you about his discovery, but before he can pull his hand away, you jolt awake, shouting as you scramble away. "wh-what are you doing?!"

"nothing, i just-!" mammon stops in his tracks. you're trembling in front of him, arms wound tight around yourself as you cover yourself in his blankets. a part of him wants to run away from the topic, to pretend he saw nothing, but he knows you all too well. if he doesn't ask now, he won't get the chance again. mammon sits up straight, dragging a hand down his face with a sigh. "that's why you wouldn't show me? cause you did all that to yourself?"

you keep your gaze lowered, refusing to look in mammon's direction. "... are you mad?"

mammon can feel his heart cracking again at your voice. "i'm not mad, MC. i'm..." he reaches a hand out, leaving it to hover in the empty space between the two of you. "i'm sad. you could've told me, i would've-"

"i didn't want you to hate me."

the sound of your crying fractures mammon's thoughts, and before he knows it, he's wrapping himself around you, chin resting atop your head as you grip onto his shoulders. "dumb human. how could i ever hate you?"

sobs break out of your chest, a weight that you had grown accustomed to living with slowly disappearing. you press further into mammon's hold, a desperate attempt to sear his warmth into you. a gentle hand on your back trails up and down your spine, grounding you as you struggle to find your breath again. guilt ravages through your veins, making you shudder and quiver against mammon's chest. around you, his arms tighten, and you can briefly hear the muffled whispers that come from him.

"i'm not mad. i'm here."

your body aches from being so tense, chest heaving when you turn your face up to look at mammon. another sob echoes from within you when he cradles your face softly, tears collecting in the palm of his hand.

"i'm right here. you're safe."

the thought itself has you unraveling at the seams. you had hidden your scars for so long, never even stopping to think about the possibility that mammon would accept them. and yet, here he is now, encasing you in his grasp, holding you as if he can he protect you from such thoughts. and for a fleeting moment, you think that it might be possible.

"i've got you. i'm not mad." mammon waits for your eyes to fall shut again, and when they do, his lips brush over your forehead. he shifts you in his lap, moving your head to rest against his chest. the steady pounding of his heart keeps you from spiraling as you feel his fingers tracing over your scars. "it's okay. i love you."

your tears continue to fall, but they no longer hold the weight they used to. mammon draws slow circles into your sides, lulling you to finally get some rest. you exhale in relief, pressing yourself further into his embrace. "i love you too," you whisper, blissfully unaware of the way mammon struggles to keep his composure.

adoration dances in mammon's sapphire eyes as he gazes down at you. he knows that there's a lot more that needs to be talked about, but for now, he's perfectly content with you sleeping in his arms. mammon places a delicate kiss to the crown of your head, a silent plea for you to love him like this for just more than one night.

a/n: this was supposed to be shorter but i took a long bus route today

reblogs are really appreciated (´ω｀) ♡

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queenofallimagines · 3 months

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hi there!! may i ask some obey me hcs where mc is a professional volleyball player (like of they would watch her tems matchs, how they cheer and things like that) and has a personality like oikawa when she's not playing, but turn into a queen of the court (like kageyama 🕺) when playing? tysm!

A/n: I’m literally so mad I didn’t see this b4 bc I’m watching the haikyuu movie sobbing over karasuno VS nekoma😫 but absolutely! Also I noticed how this got more nsfw closer to the end😭 couldn’t help it😔

Lucifer:

- impressed

- He did think you had a nice body when he first saw you

- But then he hears your trying out for the RAD volleyball team?

- Poor human can’t stand on the same court against literal demons??

- Is what he thought

- He sees Beel ecstatic about your first game and he’s hyping you up sm

- Lucifer goes bc if you get heir he will step in to defend you

- Yk when hinata does his thing and the whole stadiums jaws drop?

- That’s WHAT HAPPENED HERE

- He sees you effortlessly setting to your teammates like you rly are running this show

- Made you captain at tryouts bc hell yeah!!

- They call you the demon Ruler of the court fr

- Imagine being so cocky and prideful and then getting home and being like all chill and regular chaotic

- He thinks your cheating real BAD

- He can’t play but he’s like nah okay against me you can use no spells

- Asmo is making cute merch to wear to your games

- Levi has already watched all your tapes form the human world he’s a expert and he’s never seen a volleyball before

- When you wipe the floor w him he’s like okay,,, maybe you are just that good

- That speed and serve is something dangerous

- When you get his pact he’s at EVERY game

- The way he can feel the pride running through you when you play, and the smirk on your face sends a chill up your spine when you look down on the other team

- He can and will have his hands all over you after a game

- Sorry like he’s euphoric the whole time it’s like edging almost

- Can’t deny how you look in your tight uniform is very appealing too

- Asmo too he can feel the lust for you in the room and he’s LOVING IT

- Brags whew he he gets the chance

Mammon:

- yeah he’s placing bets

- He comes to see you at practice because he skipped class and he knows if he shows up at home without you he’s in trouble

- So he does to idle around

- Jaw literally drops when he sees you obliterate the other side of the court

- Feels greed burning in him and can’t tell if it’s him or you

- The drive to win radiating off of you in waves

- It’s overwhelming

- “When we’re us g’unna tell me you can do THAT?!”

- “You never asked.”

- Lucifer feels a chill when mammon asks you if he can place bets on you winning

- Shows up to every game

- WILL oversee merch sales

- Has a jersey of yours he wears to sleep

- Runs the Stan page w asmo

- Will make sure your gear is in tip-top shape

- Brings you snacks before and after practice

- You think it’s all financially motivated and like 70% is but he’s like so happy and proud of you

- Right w Beel cheering the loudest at your games

- Nobody can even say anything bad bc he will argue them DOWN

- Buys all your jerseys and then saves all the tickets to your games

- Will show up w flowers

- Also sneaks from class to your practices bc he is a SUCKER for that volleyball shorts and knee pad combo

- Watches your games on replay

- Seems like the type to jack off to your games too

- Biggest hype man and will give you a ‘reward’ if you play extra hard during a game

Levi:

- he likes sports anime

- And probably will compete in a swimming event at some school festival bc duh

- But he hears Beel and mammon gushing over you play sports and is like okay well my Henry is so talented but whatever

- Almost died when you come home all sweaty and tired from practice like oop

- Suddenly binge watching every volleyball anime there IS

- Might as well be your coach

- Applies to be manager but like he’s one of the seven lord of hell lmao who’s gunna tell Levi no??

- Yall are kiyoko and Tanaka

- Very cute

- Also wearing merch w asmo they made

- Gets patches of your number to put on his everyday jacket

- Also wears your jersey to sleep

- ALSO ALSO a sucker for them volleyball fits

- Makes sure you’re always hydrated and the gym is the perfect temperature to play games in

- Guilty pleasure is that he really likes seeing you sweaty and panting

- Way how’s your games the way oikawa watches other teams to see how they play

- Actually good at making strategies and figuring out the letters in other teams

- Wants you to teach him to play

- Not bc he wants too but bc you’ll have to help adjust his posture and he can see you spike a lot

- Gets a thrill off of feeling the small bit of envy you feel when you see another good team or they manage to score on you

- Mayyyyyy encourage a little more envy bc you spike the ball even harder and you glare even more

- Yknow he has a thing for you to be mean

- So he’s like biting his lips hearing you trash talk the other team

- Also like mammon where he will have recordings of your games to jack off too

- “You pathetic worm know your place”

- He’s never moaned louder

Satan:

- reads books on Volleyball

- Likes to be wellread and can impress you with terms

- Hears Beel be excited and sneaks off to see you practice

- Slides in slick compliments

- He’s cheeky to a fault

- “I have to ask, do you like volleyball for the adrenaline or is it for the cute outfit?”

- Tease him because he’s not even good at hiding that he’s looking

- “I don’t know. So you like coming to my games to watch me win or stare at my ass?”

- The cat was too stunned to speak

- Chose to come to your games because he was at home alone while everyone else was at your game

- And he was doing some ‘Self Care’

- And he got this lighting bolt of please up his spine

- Needless to say he made quite of a mess

- Hears everyone hyping you up when they come back

- “Remind me to never make ya mad okay MC?”

- “I would!~ the way they were glaring after they slammed the ball down made my heart flutter.”

- Had to go see what the fuss was for himself

- The grunts and yells are really making him hot under the collar

- Used your game tickets as bookmarks

- It makes him smile

- He’s such a tween girl in love he’ll like decorate them in his spare time like maybe press flowers and glue them on encasing it all in resin

- Heart eyes

- Giggles at your trash talk

- Loves seeing you fr have beef w people

- Setters for some reason always have beef during a game idk WHAT IT IS but like they all was glaring daggers

- He’s deeply interested in the setter beef

- “So what’s the story with you and that other setter👀 I could feel a little tension in the air.”

- My hc is that his pact mark is always on your dominant fist

- Bc like yknow punching

- So he feels the sting of your hand when you hit the ball and he rly likes it

- Will offer to massage you after a game when you’re all tired

- An excuse to get nasty and he will spank you w the same hand

- Sigh he can’t help himself unfortunately

Asmo:

- Oh he’s hype

- He’s not one for playing sports

- Buuuuut he does like the appeal of the slutty outfits and seeing people be all aggressive and sweaty

- So when he hears Beel mention you’re tying out for the team he’s immediately intrigued

- He’s probably an honesty cheerleader

- So he’s going to be there dressed to the 9 in YOUR colors every game

- Like not the school colors he’s dripped out in your signature color schemes

- Even somehow gets ahold of an old jersey from the human world and rules it in many outfits

- Brags to people that he has one and it’s signed(pls sign it for him)

- Wears earrings w your number and name on it

- That trope where the head cheerleader kisses the star player bc they’re dating after the game is very him

- Puts in his cutest lipgloss and kisses your cheek

- “Well if it’s you I don’t mind getting all sweaty and out of breath with you~”

- Like I said before he’s feeling off the lust for you in the air

- The lust his brothers feel, the audience, your lust for winning

- He’s intoxicated by it

- He feels his pact mark pulsing and it makes him giggle

- You’d think he’s tickled pink

- But he’s laughing bc he’s about to go crazy after this mf game

- Is hyper focus on how your outfit stretches over you when you move

- Watches you work out

- Bc like let’s be real he’s down to mess round in the gym showers

- Another one to give you a nice ‘Reward’ for playing so well

- Has all these suspiciously seductive pictures of you playing like when did he even take this picture of you bending over??

- Can’t help but to let his hands wander

- Instead of having a jersey to sleep in he will sleep in your whole uniform

- Like you’re looking for it in the morning to go to practice and he’s sleeping in it

- “Well not it smells like me!”

- Sigh

- Well want to get nasty in it but he’s torn between you in it or him in it

- Hardest decision in your life

- Asmo and Levi decked out in your merch and Levi stalks the Stan pages for the best pictures and asmo runs like 3 of em

Beel:

- my beautiful beloved!

- You come meet him at fangol practice and ask him if they have any other sports

- He mentions offhandedly that the volleyball team is doing tryouts for the new season and you’re like 👀 bet let’s see how yall play

- Comes with you to make sure you don’t get like picked on or anything

- Amazed by seeing what you can do and how confident you get

- Went from like shy brand new human to being the demon ruler of the court he’s so hyped

- “MC where did you learn to do that??”

- “Hard work and a lot of spite✨”

- If anyone got something to say no tf they don’t bc he’s your bodyguard

- Makes sure your games aren’t scheduled at the same time bc he’s not missing your games

- Enjoying your games when he feels a familiar feeling of hunger

- He heard all the other brothers talking about their pact marks feeling funny but he’s like meh

- Starts thinking that maybe you didn’t eat enough before the game

- But when he sees you smiling as your team wins he understands

- That gluttony you feel isn’t towards food but volleyball

- Huh. Interesting

- Not one to immediately get nasty after a game he will want to treat you to snacks first but he mayyyy want to help you get charged after practice

- I mean like you’re exhausted and your muscles are all sore like it’s totally innocent!!

- Wears your jersey number as a patch on his jacket

- But also would have a cute necklace w the number on it like right along w his gold chain

- Whew

- Dangles over your face when he fucks you

- He’s glad you both can workout together 🥰

Belphegor:

- sleepy

- Not really interested in sports

- But he goes to heels games to cheer him on

- Beel drags him to a game of yours

- Likes how hot you look playing

- Like Satan will make comments about the outfit

- “Are you sure the shorts are supposed to be that short?”

- “They don’t restrict my movement”

- “Hm…. Good to know.”

- Another who steals your jersey and sleeps in it

- Might put it over a pillow to sleep on

- Lazily wants to hold you after a game night

- “Mmmm just rest, you’ve done so much moving around relax with me.”

- Sweeps you into sweet dreams whether you want to sleep or not

- Will have his own wet dreams about you in your outfit

- Will go to the game and cheer with asmo to hype you up

- Likes seeing you set the ball to your teammates and how you can read their minds and direct the game

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3vocatio · 1 year

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i love how awful simeon is, not that it's attractive in any sense because it's horrendous how he rejects anything that will lead to confronting himself, but because it's interesting and it surprises me how it's not more spoken of. something so human and something that plays into the reason why solomon told diavolo that he doesn't fit into the storybook role of a perfect celestial realm angel back in season 2.

in his first birthday event, no one amongst the cast batted an eye when he tricked the brothers into practicing the virtues that they had as angels, nor did anyone notice how he mirrored them by indulging in their respective sins. no one questioned why he never spoke much about himself since season one. without a clear goal, the concept of kindness is simply the absence of cruelty for simeon. a passerby, a bystander, because that has been his role since the celestial war.

knowing this and that simeon is an author, it's curious how he seems to assign roles to everyone in his life, and adopt their traits to fill the places that he lacks. that way, he can find parts of himself in them, just as a creator does with their original characters.

but he cannot figure out what role solomon or barbatos play in his story, and it's why he is relentlessly frustrated and intimidated by what they have to say.

they haunt him, because they represent the reality.

#obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me swd #obey me simeon #simeon obey me #obey me analysis #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #no i did not forget to answer asks...! you have not been forgotten :] i'll get to you all soon #in the meantime u get a little treat. which may or may not be a tasty one #but nonetheless a treat for thought

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sharingoreozwithbeelfox · 2 months

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Request if you want

Mc waking up in the celestial realm finding out they are in the brothers past they can see them but they cant see MC but Simeon can see MC.

So this ask is... over a year old. I am so sorry! I hope you're still around to enjoy!

It's so strange to see Lucifer in the Celestial Realm, with six wings instead of four, talking so freely with Michael, and Simeon, and, well... everyone. This may be your first time seeing him without walls up, and you can't even speak to that side of him yourself.

And there's Mammon, right at his side, unashamed of his admiration of his big brother. You can see it in his eyes. He's a great big brother in his own right, too. You've always known that, but it's nice to see him wrangling Beel, Belphie, and Lilith with a familiar exasperated tone, but a deep fondness in his eyes. Mammon has always loved his siblings.

It breaks your heart to see that Leviathan was insecure even back then. He watches Mammon rounding up the youngest siblings, smiling, but you can see the sadness in his eyes, the same sorrowful glint you sometimes see when he speaks of his time as a general, as a war hero in the Celestial Realm even before the Great War. This time, though, you can't hug him.

You would know Asmo's tone of voice anywhere. You find him defending his latest outing to go party the night away among humans. This time, though, you can't tell Raphael to lighten up, playfully or otherwise.

Poor Beel looks so bored guarding the gates in between escapades with Belphie and Lilith. Normally when he sits with that listless expression, you sit down to talk with him, but you can't do that now.

Eventually, you see Belphie sneaking off to go play among the humans, and you can't so much as ask him to be careful.

The only angel you can speak to is Simeon, who locks eyes with you and blinks, cocking his head.

"Hm? I've never seen you before."

Maybe you have time to tell him everything, but should you? Do you spare him by coming up with a lie, or do you admit to being from the future, and give him some sound advice?

"Enjoy your time with Lucifer, and never give up on him. Never give up on any of them. Change is coming."

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onyourowndaisymae · 1 year

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Yoo I have two request which I’ll send the other one separately but I am in an ANGSTY mood rn sooo yah also been binging ur headcanons and stuffs and I just love the way you write ?? It’s so entertaining lol

AnywY the actual request: can you write like a one shot or headcanons if you prefer of mc who is struggling after the belphie incident ?? Like they feel like they’ve mostly forgiven him and can act normally around him and they’re friends and take naps together but sometimes the flash back just HITS THEM and they have nightmares and panic attacks that can be so bad sometimes someone needs to get Simeon to calm them down. Maybe something of how the brothers react/treat mc and belphie? Idk I’m just thirsting for like MEGA ANGST rn bc my dad made me cry little bit lmao 😭

it comes at night

hello anon! i'm terribly sorry you're in such an angsty mood, though i thank you for all the love-- and for sending this request right as these ideas were on the front of my mind. it genuinely makes me so happy to see people enjoying my work, and it makes all the writer's block and such worth it. i cannot express enough how much i love seeing all the comments, reblogs, etc. as people engage with my work.

anyways. i'm not sure how i feel about this piece, especially with how LONG it ended up being, but maybe that's just my mushy brain talking after looking at it too long. regardless-- i hope you enjoy (well, y'know, in like a sad and angsty way).

synopsis: you thought you would be able to move on like all the others. your body was healed, your anxiety tucked neatly behind a mental wall built to keep you safe. yet something in you was stuck. you couldn't just move on. you were trapped in a battle between your friendship with belphegor and the fear gnawing at your brain as you remembered what exactly he did to you. when the dam finally breaks, your whole brain floods with terror, until you're swept away with it. nobody can save you now.

genre: angst, no happy end, just a big ol spoonful of sadness

word count: ~3.1k

content warnings: chapter 16 spoilers, graphic(?) discussions of death, depictions of panic attacks, nightmares, mc progressively getting worse from fear + lack of sleep

it's funny how time works.

you'd been around your fair share of years. you’d grown, you’d changed, you’d spent your entire life looking toward the future you had planned. then you, a mere human, were yanked into an unfamiliar world. you spent an entire year in the devildom– a year that simultaneously dragged on and flew by– and came out the other side a new person. a single year in the devildom has changed you more than the human realm has your entire life. time was a mischievous thing, always leaving you chasing behind in a fruitless pursuit of something you’ll never quite understand.

but, she also brings blessings with her. they say that time heals all wounds. you've always agreed with that sentiment. scraped knees and adolescent broken hearts are swept away with the passing days, trailing further and further behind you until one day you forget to look back and remember them. the pain scribbled down on diary pages or cried into pillow cases no longer stings like a fresh burn. these things are nothing but scars now. time has a special way of patching you up, of rubbing your back until the tears clear up and you can finally see again. that is how it's always been.

where is time when you need it?

she hasn't quite abandoned you, this much is true. cuts and bruises heal over the passing days. your hair and nails still grow. your body still changes, slowly but surely, marching onwards week after week. yet your mind is trapped in stasis. you struggle to break free, but at times the rot consumes you whole, until you’re crying under the covers and begging from respite from the memories.

on the worst nights, you find yourself in the attic again, watching the door between you and belphegor swing open. you watch yourself march towards death.

you can still feel his hands around your neck, digging his claws into your fragile human skin like you're made of sand. the scent of blood-- your own blood, on the floors, on the walls, leaking from your torso and staining your clothes a permanent maroon-- still clings to the inside of your nose. even your wildest dreams could not erase the sight of his smug grin, the way his eyes lit up looking at your battered body.

no one person should have to carry the weight of realizing they're going to die. that's what you thought about when your body hit the bottom of the stairs, when belphegor tossed you down from the attic with a harsh laugh and punted your limp body into the entrance hall. you thought about how unfair this all was. you were just trying to help. you thought you were doing the right thing.

one of the worst parts of your untimely demise was watching the others react. the voices pool together in your head, like the colors of the rainbow twisting together on the surface of an oil spill. asmo's panicked shriek blends into satan's angry shouts, desperate to understand what's going on. lucifer's yelling almost drowns out the fearful cries coming from levi, held back by a very silent beel.

but above all of that, you remember mammon. your first man, the first demon who took a chance on the defenseless little human, rushing to your side and gathering you in his arms like you were about to break. his hand on the side of your face, the tears streaming down his face, the shaky, desperate voice assuring you that you'll be okay and begging you to hang on, okay? please don't leave me. you can't remember if he was shaking or if it was your body's last ditch effort to stay conscious-- maybe both. your trembling fingers intertwined with his. words came out of your mouth, and you're not sure what exactly you said, but he only cried harder in response.

and then, as your eyes shut for the final time, you woke at the bottom of the attic stairs. you had cheated death.

your price? you had to carry the memories.

the world kept spinning. days passed in the devildom. you returned to school, kept on top of your homework, spent your days in the house of lamentation alongside the seven demon brothers. you even got to know belphegor as he navigated his return home. he quickly grew fond of you. that, in and of itself, was jarring. but you returned each and every smile with one of your own. his actions were rooted in his own grief for his sister, you knew, and for that you could not fault him. you helped him repair the severed relationships between him and his elder siblings, stitching the family back together like a prized quilt until the seams of betrayal were sufficiently hidden.

time is a traitorous bitch. why did she choose now to leave your wounds bare and bleeding?

everyone moved on but you. everyone got to wake up in the mornings without a nagging anxiety holding them back. the others could hang out with belphegor day in and day out without a growing feeling of dread popping up when you think you're safe.

he killed you. he was grieving. your blood drenched the entryway floors as he laughed. he has grown. you watched the light leave mammon's eyes as you slipped away. belphie has been nothing but kind to you since that day. you fucking died.

you wish your mind could pick a side. did you forgive him, or did you resent him? was he your friend, or your killer? these answers evaded you in the dead of night as you struggled to sleep again. it was becoming more common for you to lose hours of rest to these nagging fears. who are you? are you even you anymore? did the switch in timelines scatter your atoms across countless universes, leaving the you that looks back at you in the mirror nothing more than a hollow shell?

you thought that you could keep your mind on a tight leash, keep your cards close to your chest as you continued to live with the brothers. you were wrong.

the first meltdown came during a nap with belphie. you had grown to trust him-- you thought you trusted him-- enough to sleep around him. he'd coax you every so often into an afternoon nap. always in the light of day, always your choice. and for many afternoons, you were perfectly content with this arrangement. belphie was warm and cuddly, a perfect companion for a lazy afternoon. he had this way of making you feel safe as you slept-- the nightmares couldn't come when he was snuggled up next to you, when you were sure his actions were ones of affection and not another trick to gain your trust.

one afternoon, while the sun was beginning to set, you stirred under the warmth of the blankets. the body next to yours lingered close, steady breaths lulling you back to dreamland. you could stay like this forever, you thought.

and then you felt it. the gentle graze of a familiar cow tail against your skin.

something inside of you, a dam you didn't even know was there, snapped. a hot flash of panic rose up your throat as your whole body jerked away from the feeling. your eyes shot open and you found yourself in the last place you needed to be right now: the attic. you pulled yourself out of bed before your brain could catch up. colors flashed across your vision as a consequence. you whipped around, disoriented and upset, and spotted a sleeping belphie in the bed where you once were.

a sleeping, demon belphie.

the familiar curve of his horns made your throat spasm as you tried to breathe. the colors flashed in your vision again-- oh god, what a terrible time to be left defenseless-- as your brain tried to drag you back to that day. you could practically see his face shift from relief to malicious, insidious joy as he began to attack you.

"hehe... does it hurt? finding it hard to breathe? i'm sure it must be very unpleasant."

please. please no.

" i have to say, seeing a human face twisted in pain like this... why, it's so much fun that i can barely stand it! i... i can't contain the laughter!"

you weren't quite sure when you hit the ground, but it was loud enough to wake belphegor from his slumber. he peeled his body off the mattress, slow and dazed, as he looked for you.

"mc? what're you... what's going on?"

please don't. this can't be happening.

your lungs collapsed from the weight of your own panic. you gasped-- once, twice, as your vision went in and out. were you bleeding? your hand loosely brushed at the front of your clothes, but couldn't process whether that was blood or your vivid imagination. were you even breathing? your head felt light and heavy at the same time. the wires in your brain were all crossed, sending both resuscitation and shutdown signals to each part of your body. this feeling... this was too familiar.

were you dying?

"mc, what's going on?"

you came face to face with belphegor. your friend, your killer. the demon who had lured you up to this very attic to kill you, now gripping your shoulders as interrogated you inches from your face.

you screamed. you screamed until your brain shut off completely, leaving you in an inky pit of darkness as your consciousness slipped away.

the house was in disarray for several days. apparently, lucifer came in shortly after you passed out, mammon at his heels, to save the day. you woke up later in his bed, the room cold and empty, with a throbbing head and a tear stained pillow. you stumbled out into his office to find him at his desk, lost in some paperwork like always. the solemn look he gave you as your eyes met told you everything you needed to know.

from this day forth, your fear was now your constant companion.

nobody in the house of lamentation knew how to move forward. not you, not the brothers, not the widening gap growing between you all with each passing day spent in emotional limbo. finally, lucifer called everyone to a family meeting where, over the course of an hour or two, everyone came to an agreement to acknowledge what had happened and why, promised to be mindful of this trauma that you're carrying, and move forward like you requested.

silent days slowly but surely filled back up with laughter again. the brothers came back to your side at their own pace-- asmo first, within a matter of hours, then mammon shortly after, then the others in the following days.

belphegor was the last to come around. his silence spoke volumes about his guilt. he had no clue how to comfort you. he'd do anything to repent for his actions. yet that was the way that life worked, didn't it? some actions simply cannot be undone.

but you didn't let that stop you. despite the panic that closed your throat every time you saw him for the next month, you slowly earned his friendship again. you assured him that the attic incident was a one time thing, the remnants of a lost nightmare blending into your consciousness as you awoke.

until it wasn't a one time thing.

the nightmares crept up on you. the first one happened, of course, that same night, as you thrashed and wept into lucifer's pillows. then a week later, another. a week and a half after that, another. the frequency eventually became higher and higher, until you started planning your sleep schedule (or lack thereof) around your new insomniac tendencies. but even you couldn't manage to stay awake forever.

on a bad night, you'd wake up in tears, crying weakly to yourself as you tried to coax yourself back to bed. on worse nights, you'd shoot up out of bed, limbs tingling in fear, opting to spend the rest of the night in the common room until the others woke for the day. on the worst night, you finally broke. you shattered worse than you could have imagined.

you finally collapsed into bed, body shutting down after a three days of minimal sleep. you were starting to get shaky from the lack of rest, and your lack of appetite was upsetting the others. you crawled under the covers and let your brain slip out of your hands and off to dreamland.

what a fool you were to think you'd get by without nightmares.

visions of demonic teeth tearing at your flesh filled your head. you tried to run away, tried desperately to wake yourself up, but their claws sunk into your flesh. the pain was vivid, was real. memories of your death lived underneath your skin, ready to resurface in the dark of night when there was no escape. you fought back as best you could, kicking and screaming and trying to run, but you were no match for the supernatural strength of your demons. you eventually gave in, an act of learned helplessness, and surrendered yourself to your worst nightmares.

you woke up choking on your own tears. heaving, gasping breaths tried to save you, mixing with coughs as your body struggled to hang on. the tears finally gave way to the memories-- hot blood dripping from your torso, screaming faces begging you to stay, your head going fuzzy as your vision followed--and your screams escaped without a fight.

a mixed cacophony of voices came flooding in the room. you'd be touched by the gesture, seeking comfort in the arms of your dearest friends, if your brain hadn't reminded you that they were demons as well. nightmarish beasts with fangs and claws, predators built to rip your soft flesh from your bones and leave you to die like roadkill.

you felt a hand on your shoulder. who's was it? you could not tell. your first and only instinct was to scream for mercy, hot tears streaming down your face as mammon's hurt expression moved back out of your line of sight. your chest heaved with effort. it felt like your whole body was caving in on itself. you didn't even realize you were shaking as you curled your body into a ball. your side hit the mattress with a pathetic thud and you wept, bitter and fearful, as a panic attack kept you trapped in its grip.

you don't know how long you stayed curled up like that, wordless cries echoing from your room and into the hallway, but eventually the sound of approaching footsteps caught enough of your attention to forget the panic, even if just for a moment.

"hey, it's okay," a familiar, comforting voice approached, cutting through the fear like a moonlight on a stormy night. "mc, it's me, it's simeon. it's going to be okay."

you felt the bed shift under the weight of someone sitting down, and you blindly threw your body at the person before checking to see if it was really him. it took you a few moments to raise your head, and when you did, you saw him: simeon, your angel, blue eyes full of worry as he met your gaze.

you cried in his arms until you fell into a fitful, dreamless sleep.

the next morning was miserable, to say the least. breakfast was tense. they all watched you like a hawk, like you were a powder keg about to explode with one wrong move. you couldn't blame them. you were afraid of your own emotions, and on some level, you were afraid of them. your trauma was making you afraid of the very people you cared about the most. these brothers had welcomed you into their home, took care of you as you adjusted to life in the devildom, and yet you couldn't hold eye contact without breaking in to a cold sweat.

the only person who did not watch you was belphegor. he was nowhere to be found during breakfast, nor dinner, nor breakfast the following day. you tried to seek him out, but somehow the avatar of sloth had become a skilled sneak in his silence.

you finally caught him alone on day four of radio silence. you both had stayed home without realizing the other had also skipped school that day-- you, from the lack of sleep eating at your brain, and belphegor, with his usual routine of missing class to nap at the house of lamentation. he was curled up on the couch in the common room, basking in the warmth of the fireplace in his slumber. you decided to wait for him to wake up. you sat down on the couch opposite of the one where he rested and watched him, quietly, like he'd disappear if you dared to blink.

creepy? yes. but your brain was long ruined by sleep deprivation and gnawing anxiety to worry about such trivial things.

when he finally stirred, you gently called belphegor's name. he took a moment to finally look at the source of the voice, but when he did, his body froze as the two of you made eye contact. a few moments passed in silence. finally, he sat up and began to make a move to leave.

"wait."

he stopped, but his gaze did not meet yours. you rose from your seat and joined him on the couch. the youngest pulled his legs in, twisting his body into a defensive little ball, and countered your next sentence before you could even open your mouth.

"you shouldn't be here with me."

"i think i'm old enough to make decisions for myself."

he shifted uncomfortably in the silence. you spoke again.

"i miss you. and i'm sorry."

he scoffed to himself and stared at the fireplace. "don't know why you think you should be apologizing to me. i'm the one that's the problem."

"you're not a problem, belphie. i never meant to make you feel like one."

every hair on your body stood on end. your hands trembled against your wishes, so you sat on them to stay focused. you had to do this. you had to keep moving forward.

"i hurt you, mc. you're afraid i'm going to do it again."

you sighed-- it came out more shaky than you would have liked-- and looked down. how had it come to this? how had someone you'd grown to hold so dear become a stranger again?

"i don't want to stop being friends. i don't like when you avoid me."

"you still get nightmares, don't you?"

you pause. his icy gaze on the side of your head sent you into a cold sweat.

you smiled-- it felt more like a grimace, personally-- and prayed it didn't come across insincere. your fingers carefully intertwined with his. he met your gaze. you were thankful he couldn't see the way your chest tightened when you made eye contact.

"i'm okay, belphie," you lied.

this fear was going to be the death of you.

#i cannot tell if this is good or not i've looked at it for hours #ask answer #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me writing #obey me fanfic #obey me angst #obey me brothers #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me chapter 16 spoilers #otome

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aballadforbarbatos · 1 year

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mc: would you still love me if i was a rat?

barbatos: aha, mc, don’t you mean worm?

mc: answer the question, barbatos.

barbatos, sweating nervously: you mean worm, right, mc? right? RIGHT?

#would you love me if i was a worm #answer the question barbatos.#he zaps out of the air #every time you try to bring it up he keeps running away #worms are good in his book. rats? uhh…#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me mc #obey me incorrect quotes #obey me incorrects #obey me barbatos

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dreamkidddream · 1 year

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It would be hilarious if MC was part of a septet, but never mentioned that they and their six siblings were all identical when inviting the brothers to meet their family in the human world.

When the brothers arrive, all they see is a horde of MCs, and the siblings don't change back into their normal clothes until MC has been picked out of the group.

LMAO this is so chaotic I love it 💀 reader is gender neutral!

We’re they all going insane?

When the brothers took your invitation to finally meet your parents and siblings, it was fair to say that they were both ecstatic and anxious. Lucifer was more tense than usual, Mammon tried to play it cool even though he would stumble every time the thought crossed his mind, Levi refused to leave his room to attempt to the use this time to mentally prepare himself as well as planning what anime merch he was getting and so on- the gist was that the house was in more disarray than before.

But they somehow made it to your home in one piece, gathering in front of your door preparing to knock when you already opened the door. Which would have been fine-

Until they glanced behind you and saw another you.

It was a moment of silence before Mammon let out a laugh, “Good one, MC! Ya been hanging around Solomon too much that you’re starting to act like him, cause this is something that he’ll totally do!”

His laugh died off when another “you” walk up to the door. And then another. And another.

It wasn’t until there was seven of you that crowded the entrance, all with that same familiar smile that they know and love.

The group just stared back with a frozen smile.

“…Huh?”

They remember you saying that you had siblings, but never that you were all identical!

And then the usual chaos commenced in trying to find which one was you.

Satan already pulled out his magnifying glass, setting up a mock interrogation room in the kitchen. Asmo was loving every second of this, already planning each look he was going to try on who and double checking his measurements (in which this just made it easier for him- now he can try all of the outfits he had planned for you and save some time!). Beel began to lift everyone up one by one while Belphie closely inspected them.

Levi tried to calm himself from getting overwhelmed at the new revelation and finally worked up some courage to find his Henry until he was faced with two of you smiling at him- he overloaded and ran to the nearest corner, not knowing whether to consider this a dream or a nightmare.

Lucifer just stared as everything unfolded, feeling a headache coming on. He pinched the bridge of his nose, biting back a sigh while Mammon was…oddly quiet. He glanced at his brother from the corner of his eye, who had a strange focused look on him.

He really didn’t want to know what Mammon was planning, but whatever it was, even he found himself getting curious with how laser-focused he was- especially on one twin.

“Oi Lucifer.”

He hummed, motioning for his brother to continue.

“I know how we can find MC.”

“How so?” Lucifer wasn’t expecting a sound answer of course, but he would humor him for now.

Mammon didn’t answer, only walking forward to the one being held up in Beel’s arms, who had the same concentrated expression on his face. They both shared a look and nodded.

He could feel his pact mark tingling, and from how much the sensation was growing he had no doubt in his mind.

“Ya can’t fool me- you’re our MC!”

Everyone froze, watching on as Mammon pointed at “your” chest.

“Are you sure? Pretty sure you said that about the three over there-“

“No- he’s right.” Beel brought you closer, lightly sniffing. “You still smell the same.”

With the confirmation, the other brothers began to swarm you- prodding and pulling at your cheeks while also claiming that you really are their MC.

“Well, that went quicker than I expected.” The older one spoke up. “That’s a little disappointing, I was definitely hoping to drag it out longer.”

“Still entertaining though.” Your siblings huddled in a corner, letting you and the guys get some space.

“And I can finally get out of these clothes!” One chimed in. “I might take up that guy’s offer on getting some new threads though.”

As they watched on, they couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride for you- your friends now still can’t tell the difference between all of them, but these guys were able to with little to no issue.

When you told them that you were inviting the family that you stayed with during your exchange program, they were excited. As much as you talked about them when you came back, they definitely wanted to see what the big deal was about them- while also having some fun at it.

But they understood now.

As bright of a smile they all had for you, it felt like they never really left you.

Like they were already home.

#dream answers 🌤#dream rambles about obey me 😈💜#obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x reader #obey me swd x reader #obey me x you #obey me x mc #obey me x y/n

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hakirachan · 8 months

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an incorrect quote inspired by my life: Mammon, cuddling Mc: *crunching noises in the background* Mammon, Pulling away: We're havin' a moment! Beel: and I'm having Doritos.

Priceless 👌

Okay, now that i think about it, i imagine all of the brothers would just be all over Mammon and MC when they’re cuddling just to annoy him.

Shit now I have to write that-

Thanks @cldhart08!

#Please excuse me while I write up some headcanons-#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #shall we date obey me #obey me shitpost #obey me crack #omswd #swd obey me #om! shall we date #answered #inbox #asks #ask #hakira answers

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zephyrchama · 2 months

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Just imagining going to BK with Beelzebub.

You buy him a family bundle of double whoppers. While you're in line he grabs way too many ketchup packets. At the table, you steal several of his best-looking french fries. He doesn't mind and slides you an extra chicken nugget. You put the free paper crown on Beelzebub's head as he inhales one of the burgers in a single bite and call him "my little Burger King."

#i read “my little burger king” in a comic from tumblr user planefood and its been rent free in my head ever since #not much time to write until next con so i must make due with daydreams and delusions like this #one week until next con. i want to finally answer asks after that and then seriously start my next cosplay #obey me! swd #obey me #obey me!#obey me beelzebub #obey me beelzebub x mc #obey me headcanon #obey me scenarios #omswd #obey me hc #hey! i know this order isnt possible but neither is the entire concept of OM. this is fun fantasy land. anything is possible here.

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inhuman-obey-me · 10 months

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what do you think happens when a human gives a demon their soul in exchange for a pact?? would it give that demon all the wisdom? powers of the human??

From what we've seen in the game, honestly it basically mostly comes down to like...wanting human souls because demons find them shiny and attractive. And tasty? Also tasty.

However, it seems that's basically the extent of it, in terms of what demons get from human souls themselves.

(spoilers for Nightbringer below the cut)

When it comes to potentially receiving things like wisdom and power from humans, you have to remember that demons (and angels, for that matter) don't actually really...think quite so highly of humans?

Compared to demons and angels, humans are essentially considered weak beings to be guided or influenced by one side or the other -- a point that has been especially emphasized in Nightbringer.

Let's use Solomon as an example -- a human that has both power and wisdom. In fact, he has been outright known as the names "Solomon the Wise" and the "Witty Sorcerer" in OM canon, and he is the most powerful sorcerer ever to exist, in terms of power as a human. And even for all that, that's only barely enough to make Lucifer have to actually put a little bit of effort into warding him off. Lucifer has made clear more than once that, if he actually cared more, Solomon would absolutely be no match for him.

Now, to be fair, Solomon does have 72 pacts -- but none of those pacts have actually been confirmed in-game to be for his soul. We know that Asmo was just sort of drunkenly manipulated into making a pact, and Barbatos mentions in the "Tea Time With You" Devilgram that his pact with Solomon is actually about atonement. Which, by the way, is a super juicy tidbit for them to have dropped in a Devilgram and we desperately want to know more about that?? When he makes a pact with Asmo a second time in Nightbringer, that also involves no promises of his soul. And, more generally, Solomon argues in NB Lesson 17 that most pact-making usually involves having to manipulate or outsmart demons -- though, we also know from Thirteen that his soul is amazingly shiny, and that's why she also wants it.

Now, that's Solomon, who is a special case in terms of both power and wisdom. And rather than coveting those things from him, the demons of the cast treat him more like either a nuisance or a threat. Meanwhile, power is actually the reason Solomon makes the pacts -- because the pacts give him power, not the other way around.

Then consider that the average human is not Solomon, but more like MC was at the very beginning of OM -- no magic, no power, not known for any special wisdom or anything. They, and their souls, are not typically meaningfully powerful or wise to demons, who themselves are way more powerful and cleverer than anything they could get from a human. So, as with the screenshot from Lucifer earlier, it would seem it really just comes to being like a shiny gem, something demons want to collect -- either to simply own their soul for eternity or to consume it as a delicacy.

There is a way that demons can get a taste of power from humans in a pact, though, and that is when the human draws it out of them while under a pact. This is what MC did with Asmodeus when Solomon lent them his power back in OG Lesson 8, which was so fascinating to Asmo that he actually freely decided to make the pact with MC, just so he'd have more opportunities in the future to experience that power again.

Rather than being power that the demon receives as part of a human's soul, that seems to be a two-way street, since Solomon also references having Barbatos lend him his power in NB Lesson 1 in order to go back in time to where MC was sent. But in terms of power from humans? It's while they have the pact with the human alive that it matters.

tl;dr -- Demons want to collect human souls because they're shiny and tasty. Humans want pacts for power.

#apologies if the images are not side-by-side like they should be #the formatting isn't correct on the desktop dash it seems :(#but wow multiple posts in one week? who are we #obey me #obey me!#obey me swd #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #omnb #obey me nightbringer spoilers #obey me solomon #obey me lucifer #obey me analysis #ask and ye shall be answered #ask and ye shall receive (essays)#demons being demons

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lost-in-lamentation · 10 months

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hiii! i loved the way you wrote hearts, released, and was wondering if you could do the same concept but with barbatos, solomon, and satan? thank you!! your writing is so good btw hehe

a/n: oh anon you have my entire heart thank you so much ㅠㅠ

i've got another request for a continuation, so i'll probably do another two parts for this particular series!

a continuation of: hearts, released.

warnings: there is blood and injuries, MC dies. references lesson 16 of og obey me in barbatos' part. references to the great celestial war + lilith in satan's part.

important! this story is hurt/no comfort. make sure you're okay with that before reading on.

barbatos, solomon, satan × gen!reader. (separate.)

he thought he was seeing things when he found you in the clearing. battered, bleeding, bruised, as you struggled to stay conscious after what had just happened. the world around you flickered in and out of existence, and the only thing tethering you to reality was the pain that shot through your body. your head fell to the side where he stood, and with what limited strength you had left, you beckoned him over to you.

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barbatos.

barbatos slowly walked towards you, uncharacteristically hesitant in the way he carried himself to your side. usually so poised, back straightened and all, barbatos was curled in on himself, jaw tightening as he moved closer.

"barbatos, you don't look so good," you said as you tapped the spot next to you weakly. "come sit here." maybe it was the fact that you were dying, but a part of you expected him to reject the request. instead, he graced you with a smile, crossing his legs and settling himself at your side. "answering my final requests, are we?"

barbatos blinked at you, hoping to hide away the tears that had collected in the corners of his eyes. "still making jokes at a time like this?" he nearly whimpered the question out, composure wavering as you coughed out blood.

"of course. you know what i'm like." you grinned at the demon, meeting his gaze; it was empty. you held it for a while, listening to the breeze blow through the trees before speaking again. "did you know this would happen?"

his expression fell ever so subtly, fists clenching as he tried to think of a way to answer. "i was... aware that it would happen."

"did you know it would happen today?"

"... no."

your hand stretched out towards barbatos, finding a place to rest on his knee. "if you did know, would you have stopped it?"

tentatively, he placed his hand on top of yours, fingers curling around your palm gently. "i can only change your fate so many times, MC."

a broken laugh echoed out from you, your own grip strengthening around his fingers. "yeah, that sounds like something you would say." you shuddered against the wind, feeling the blood trickle down your side slowly. "i'm sorry, barbatos," you whispered into the air, hand falling away from his.

barbatos' head drooped, his shadow blanketing the sorrow that made its way onto his face. "it's me who has to apologise," he whispered out, silent tears dripping onto your corpse.

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solomon.

solomon moved urgently, steps heavy on the ground as he ran towards you. as soon as he reached you, he fell to his knees by your side, trembling while his hand tried to grasp at yours. it wasn't often you saw solomon so panicked. lightly, you touched at his wrist, causing the sorcerer to look at you.

"it's okay, solomon," you hummed softly.

solomon shook his head at you. "whatever hurt you just now; it counters my spells. i can't do anything," he snapped at thin air, his words strangled as they fought to be spoken. his chest began heaving, fear settling in his body before his mind could process it. "i can't heal you."

a strange mixture of guilt and dread washed over you; not being able to be saved, and also knowing solomon would be the only one to see you like this made your heart ache more than your wounds did. "that's okay, solomon," you exhaled, wincing as you turned onto your side to try and face him. "just stay with me for now."

solomon slumped unceremoniously closer to the ground, leaning over you to palm at your bleeding side. his breaths caught in his throat repeatedly, quiet sobs filling the air as he sat next to you. "you didn't strike me as someone who would cry at someone's end," you chuckled as best you could.

the white haired man huffed at you, wiping away his tears with his sleeve. "very bold of you to make that statement to an immortal." he spoke coldly through gritted teeth, no longer bothering to look you in the eye. you gave him a forlorn smile in return, trying not to wince at the increasing pain in your nerves.

solomon felt the thread keeping him together unravel when he looked at your expression. "i can't heal you, but i think i can still help," he said, pulling out his wand from his coat. encantations you had never heard before spilled out of his mouth, wispy trails of light dancing around the two of you until you finally felt his magic working. eventually, the pain in your side dulled, leaving you numb to everything other than the fact that you didn't have long left.

"are you in pain?" solomon asked against his own will.

"... no, not so much." you tilted your head to look at him. "are you?"

"... i am."

weakly, you squeezed his wrist one more time before closing your eyes. "i'm sorry about that."

"it's okay, MC." solomon watched as your hand fell away from his, heart shattering at the sight. "it's okay," he said again, taking your hand back in his to wait for the warmth to fully disappear.

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satan.

the fourth born didn't dare take a step closer. his vision was clouded with red, his anger and your blood swirling together to stain his thoughts. his own blood, boiling, pounded inside his head, drowning out your voice as you tried to call to him.

in a desperate attempt, you shouted his name one more time, tears springing to your eyes when the effort made it feel like there were talons digging into your lungs. satan finally made eye contact with you, fear dancing in his irises. "satan," you coughed out, trying to reach for him. "come."

he followed the order immediately, but unlike usual, remained meek. with his face downcast and his fists balled up tightly as his side, satan walked over to you. if you had the ability to sit up, you would. instead, you had to settle for a frail attempt to catch his hand in yours. your fingers brushed against his leg in the process, and you felt satan stiffen at the contact. "satan," you pleaded with him, now tugging weakly at his clothing. "come here."

satan eventually obliged, bending down so that he could settle back onto his heels, all while pointedly avoiding your line of sight he kept his eyes trained on the ground, too afraid that the image of you dying would cause him to rampage. "i'm here," he spat out, lower lip quivering as he spoke.

"you can look at me, you know." immediately, his green eyes disappeared from sight as he turned away from you. "nothing will happen, satan. i just wanna see your face," you said, words slurring together as you started to lose your consciousness.

satan's gaze flickered to yours, sorrow etching itself into his features, and guilt carving a place in his eyes. "what now, MC?"

your expression softened. "make sure you ask your brothers for help, okay?"

satan immediately growled at the idea, slapping your hand away from him. "with what?"

"you'll know soon enough." you stifled a sob, understanding that satan didn't know any better. saying nothing more, you allowed yourself peace, falling further away from the light until there was no return.

satan wrestled against the thoughts that constricted his chest, feeling every heartbeat slam harder and harder against his ribcage. he hated himself for only knowing wrath; for not being able to show you something else in your final moments. a loud screech tore itself out of his throat, splitting through the devildom and shattering the skies.

for the first time, satan understood how his brothers felt all those years ago. he understood why they went to war for her. because he too, would have gone through war if it meant saving you.

a/n: satan who doesn't know how to process emotions on top !!! also don't ask why solomon can't heal you but can take away pain okay let's all ignore that :)

#obey me #obey me swd #omswd #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me satan #barbatos x reader #barbatos x you #solomon x reader #solomon x you #satan x reader #satan x you #obey me angst #aris writes 🐈‍⬛#aris answers 🐈‍⬛

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Oooh I have a Obey Me writing idea for you but you can ignore if you don’t wanna do it. So when you first come to the Devildom, almost all of the brothers are cold/petty asf to the MC (in my Pisces opinion). Imagine MC’s like “fuck that” and doesn’t try to pander to them as much as the game script wants you to. Like the story still progresses bc the MC is still nosy when it counts, but she doesn’t center them around her world and instead gets closer someone who was nicer/more helpful in the beginning (say like Solomon or Simeon). I’m sorryyy I’m not hating on the brothers but realistically you catch more flies with honey than vinegar. Like yeah being a tsundere is cute to an extent but most of em were doing too much in the beginning. Maybe a reaction from the brothers (doesn’t have to be specific for each brother) as they slowly start to warm up to MC but they can’t stand that they’re not gonna be as close as they wanted to be. And either Solomon or Simeon (or both) reacting to you getting closer to them ;) Again this request may be highly specific so you can either tweak it or toss it if it doesn’t sound appealing to write. It can be SFW or NSFW. I love your writing!

A/n: YOURE SO RIGHT BESTIE!! Like the dick ain’t good enough for them to be all over MC like that CRAZY disrespectful 😒 like in my head I was being fake nice to them to secure the pacts until like you make one with Satan and then it’s like okay, maybe I can be genuine w yall. Bc like I’m making friends w any of the billions of other demons there like Diavolo is all but head over heels for you.

MC:

- I’m so on board with this

- Like if they want to go low I can take it right to hell

- They want to throw UP

- Mammon thinks you’re joking but when you fr never come ask him for help he’s crying himself to sleep

- Asmo hates being ignored so after that time in the maze(catacombs? wtf was those) he’s antsy that you don’t really talk to him

- They feel you having fun through your pacts but when you’re around just them it’s like nothing

- Like when a lightbulb dies

- Student council meetings become increasingly more tense as they watch you get along with Solomon and Luke and Simeon and you’re cold to them

- They don’t even really realize they the problem at first

- Lucifer always itching to punish someone so when he snaps at you and you clapback and the issue never comes up again he’s a little disappointed

- Like him and Satan make fun of your grades?

- Bet. you’re being tutored by Solomon and a demon in your potions class

- Like bitch how the FUCK were we ever supposed to take demon philosophy before?? We just got here!!

- Refuse to work with them on any school activities

- You and mammon partnered up to decorate for some school event?

- You work only when he’s not around

- Beel is the one who sounds the alarm by realizing it’s hard to keep track of you

- Like he’ll go asking where you are and nobody can even say when the last time they saw you was

- Belphagor tried to pull that “I’m a human” shit and you didn’t visit the attic for like three weeks😭

- Had to actually force himself to be genuinely nice

- Remember how they said they sent a demon to like the human realm to pretty much do the same thing? who was that because I don’t think we ever hear about them😭

- But you get their number and talk about your shared experiences

- Fish out of water if you will!

- Lucifer WANTS to yell but you do the bare minimum of what they ask he can’t mandate you to join family movie night😔

- Asks a pouting mammon where tf you are and he lists off like any number of random demons you could be chilling with

- Asmo is burning with envy as he catches you at a party with a group of old acquaintinces

- Can see they are so obviously enjoying your company

- Tries to steal the attention for himself

- Levi seeing you on other mfs socials cosplaying w them and doing a TSL marathon like he’s right there??

- Dinner be so awkward but you brush it off like a G

- only texts the family group chat for confirmation, dinners ready, and when is lord diavolo asking for everyone

- Lucifer comes to Dia’s house bc paperwork and he plans to spill the tea when he sees you and him already HAVING TEA🤨

- Like excuse me??

- “Ah just who I was looking for-“

- “Sorry Lucifer I have exams to study for I was just asking Lord Diavolo some history questions I’ll be on my way.”

- He’s literally WILTING💀

- Whines to Dia and he’s like I’m sorry ?? have yall not been spending time with them??

- “Yall….LIVE together. I ain’t out just you and them in the same house for no reason??”

- He can’t eleven rly do shit bc you’re integrating into demon society very well and are pretty sociable

- Like you gain regular popularity but not through them

- Rest of RAD forgets you’re under their protection tbh

- Like you’re your own entity and not at all attached to them so when a random demon is caught talking about like chilling w you and mammon is like IM THEIR FIRST MAN YOU GOTTA AS ME

- he looses about 500 years when the demon goes

- “Oh yeah you are their hired help huh?”

- Yeah he’s picking out a coffin

- Bc he rly tries to curb his tsun behaviors but he hasn’t made it to that level with you where he can be genuine in private

- Levi too like he calls you a stupid normie on reflex and is whimpering when he sees he’s been blocked on devilgram

- What did yall expect??

- Beel is the ONLY one who you regularly talk to

- And even then he’s got his own stuff going on

- But you guys always eat together

- Jaws dropping when he offered you food

- I imagine Beel is like “oh they don’t be talking to yall?….That’s crazy”

- Precious boy so unaware of the conflict

- Nor bc he’s dumb but he’s like “tf that got to do with me?? MC likes me.”

- Very “okay what does that mean to me tho” energy

- I imagine after the Levi pact arc when mammon is wrapping your sprained wrist and he’s all

- “If I can’t come save ya next time, Die.”

- You pull away completely

- Even Satan is having to control himself be he sees your purposefully avoiding him

- He would congratulate you on how well you’re dodging his advances if it didn’t piss him off so bad

- Keeps it a little secret to himself that he can feel your pact mark burning right under his skin whenever you talk to them

- Played hot and cold to see how he can make you less mad when he interacts with you

- Lucifer is so desperate he’s fr about to make a pact early to feel any sort of proof you exist

- Idk if peacocks do it but you know how birds will rip out their own feathers under stress?

- Yeah That’s HIM😭

- Barbados just sit back and observe

- Even the season 3(?) characters come in early! Like you meet 13 as an extension of Solomon and y’all are thick as thieves

- You’re flourishing in your Magic practices bc you still have their pacts, them helping you with magic or not you’re still not one to be fucked with

- Mephistopheles is so giddy that you’re close to him and not Lucifer

- Offers to hide you in his news room to avoid them

- “It’s so quiet a perfect place to study!”

- Sees them scrambling to get ahold of you but your in his office w your phone on silent

- “Oh hmmm, idk I saw them in the forbidden section of the library maybe check there? Weird y’all supposed to be watching them and have no clue about their whereabouts.”

- Lucifer can take it NO LONGER when we’re about right before lesson 16 and he’s making a scene at dinner

- “Why do you never stay in this house? You a mere human think you’re too good to talk?”

- “That. That shit right there is why I don’t talk to any of you. Do you not notice how rude you are?”

- Before Satan can even say his “we’re demons” line you’re cutting his ass off

- “Why would I want to spend time around people who threaten my life for fun?🤨my job is to heal demon human relations and I’m doing that just not with the help of YOU.”

- Dips to purgatory hall bc it’s not Solomon’s night to cook

- They all just kinda 🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍for a few days bc wtf can they say to that??

- Like you’re absolutely right

- You were already humbling Lucifer before but now he has this irrational anger towards you

- But in a nice way??

- He’s like packing your lunch and throwing away whatever you had

- Pushing you out the way to do whatever chore or task you’re doing

- Makes your favorite foods when is his turn to cook dinner

- Like he’s completely unhinged

- To stir the pot let’s say this is lesson 16 and they show up to all that

- Can you imagine??

- Their filled with even more regret than before!! They never got a chance to establish a deep bond with you

- Not really. Not like you have with everyone else

- And now you’re gone??

- They barely even care about the Lilith reveal like😭

- They do everything they can to win your favor but it’s like the end of the program now who’s to say it was enough??

- Beel is elated while the othered are broken that you and belphie become close

- Poor belphie is exhausted w all this drama so to make amends even more he goes out of his way to heal the gaps between you and the others so it’s all good now

- Not Lucifer tho

- He’s still moping

- Can’t hurt his pride by saying how glad he is that your back

- Can’t tell you how he watched his world fall apart when he saw the light leave your eyes

- DEFINITELY can’t tell you how he prayed to Lilith that he would protect you from now on and that he’s sorry

- All of RAD throws a huge goodbye party for you

- Lots of tears

- During the movie night of like that last few days

- As a little treat for you, you still sleep w Lucifer lmao

- Like you sneak out to go to the bathroom and none of the brother see you for the rest of the night?? Yeah we knew already

- He WILL cry jsyk

- He’s pressing kisses all over you and holding you like you’ll disappear

- Mumbling praises into your skin

- The most he’s ever said “I love you” in his entire existence

- Looking at you with teary eyes

- Can’t keep up his prideful façade

- He’s okay with being vulnerable to you

- Again hit him w the “my morning star”

- And he will go crazy

- Tears up when you leave

- Like he can’t even front like he’s not about to go throw up

- They’re all anxious that they won’t ever see you again because you still hate them

- I promise you on everything in all three realms

- They almost do NOT let you leave when you go

- “Thank you for my time here, I love all of you.”

- They are inconsolable

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