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dollyyyhouse · 2 years

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If you’re comfortable doing this ~ could you make a fic where MC makes it clear that they may have accepted Belphie they haven’t forgotten?

Like family meal after the incident, Belphie is all bitchy that things are awkward between him and brothers saying MC has forgiven him and MC says that while they tolerate him they do not like him.

I need someone to acknowledge MCs pain, especially for MC to acknowledge it.

I think about this so much, like they literally glossed over the fact Belphie killed MC and it makes me so mad 😭 I hope you'll like this! ^^

Edit : I just posted part 2 of this <3

Spoilers for Lesson 16!!!!!

You never once thought you'd end up with a fate like this, fate truely is cruel. Thinking a painful death would never happen to you, you failed to see the fact that it didn't matter who you were or what you did with your life; fate will always have it's way with you one way or another. So when the incident occurred, all you could seem to ask yourself was, "Why?"

Even though it's been almost two weeks since the incident, it still felt as if it was only yesterday. Painfully vivid, you remembered exactly how the Avatar of Sloth murdered you in cold blood, the way his tail crushed your throat; forcing you to choke to death on your own blood and his sadistic laughter. A diabolical act done as a form of revenge even though you had genuinely done nothing wrong. While you understood his pain, he directed it as someone who never even hurt him. You forgave him but you didn't forget, you will never forget what he did to you that day. It has haunted you since the moment it took place and you believe it'll terrorize you until the day you die.

So now, here you are at the dinner table with all of the brothers. Everyone decided that it was a good time for the family to finally have the first dinner together where everyone was present, this meant is was your first dinner with Belphie since the incident. You were understandably nervous, hoping that it wouldn't be as awkward as you we're expecting it to be.

Everything was quiet once all the food was set out, even Beel's chewing seemed quieter than usual. Lucifer cleared his throat, "I hope everyone enjoys the food.." Even after what Lucifer's words not a single human or demon spoke, the tension was very visibly chewing away at all of you. "Oh come on... somebody just say something." The silence was once again broken, much to your surprise Belphie was the one who did it. He looked pissed off, he understood why the tension was present; because of what he had done to you not too long ago. "Uhh well, I was thinking of going to Majolish tomorrow, I need some new clothes because my old ones are starting to get a bit worn out." In an attempt to start a conversation you told the brothers about your plans, which had worked for the most part. When almost all of the brothers began to speak, one was still left out, not saying a word. "MC, you should've told me! That way we can go together!" Asmo happily volunteered himself to be your shopping mate which then caused Mammon and him begin to argue about who should go with you.

You smiled to yourself, enjoying the fact the brother's arguing reminded you of two little kids fighting over something miniscule. Something in the corner of your eye caught your attention, next to Beel was his twin who had an irritated expression on his face. You didn't know if you wanted to point it out, afraid that maybe if you do it might just irritate him even more. You began to fidget with your fingers, you truly did want to get on his good side and become friends with him! But after how he brutally murdered you and only accepted you after it was revealed that you were Lillith's descendant if made you feel as if he still hated you but only tolerated you because you were related to Lillith. "Oi, Belphie, MC! The two of you look so down, what's up?" Mammon pointed out your guy's gloomy expressions, when you heard your name your head shot up and without noticing you casted a glance to Belphegor.

While maybe you didn't seem to notice, everyone else in the room did. "Mmm, don't worry about me! I'm alright, I'm just getting a bit-", "Sad?" The dark blue haired demon cut you off, you looked over to Belphie who looked even more pissed off now. "No, no! Just.. tired, that's all." Your eyes returned back to your food, the room had once again gone silent but only for a brief while, "You heard it from them, they're fine so stop thinking they're upset is because of me. MC and I are friends now, they're okay with everything." Those words felt like a stab to the heart, you had never once told him any of those things and now he was putting words in your mouth.

You let out a quiet sigh, "Uhh.. Belphie, I never said that." With a frown on your face you looked your murderer right in the eyes and for once in awhile finally spoke your mind. "I really don't mean this in a bad way, it's just well, that day you really hurt me both mentally and physically. I still have nightmares about what you did, it's like I can't escape it.", once again the tension was back; this time even worse than before. Belphie scowled, "I thought you forgave me, I apologized." The others in the room stopped everything they were doing to listen in on the conversation, they gave it their full attention in fear that maybe Belphegor would attack you again. "Do you think it's easy to go through something like that?! The only reason you guy's accepted me was because I'm Lillith's descendant, I feel like you only treat me well is because you see me as her!" Due to your heavy frustration you unintentionally yelled, in the moment you were so overwhelmed that you didn't pay attention to it. A few of the brothers assured you that they didn't see you as Lillith, but instead your own person but that didn't ease your pain. "It hurt so much! I couldn't even scream for help, I only wanted to help you and you killed me! I saw my own dead body and almost none of you seemed to care!" Tears rolled down your cheeks, you knew you had the right to upset but it felt as if the brother's didn't think the same. "MC..", Beel looked at you with pity and guilt in his eyes, and so did the rest of the brother's. "We're sorry for not being better to you, we truly did treat you horribly." , you cut off Satan, "Shut up, I don't want your apologies! I just want to see genuine change, I want you guys to treat me kindly!" You sat up from your seat, you were conflicted if you wanted to walk away or continue with the conversation. "I've been treating you well ever since then!" Belphie began to argue back a bit more, his tone of voice changed and he too stood up from his seat. "Yeah because you found out I was Lillith's descendant! You strangled me, crushed my throat, and left me to choke to death on my own blood! I haven't healed from what you did to me, you asshole!"

"MC and Belphie, please calm down!" Lucifer attempted to de-escalate the situation but the two of you only shot him annoyed looks. "I'M mad too! I lost my sister—", "I didn't kill your god damn sister! Don't take your anger out on me, I wasn't even alive when she died!" He looked stunned, he knew it was true and also knew it was pointless to counter what you said. Beel grabbed onto Belphie's sleeve, saying his twin's name and trying to sit Belphegor back down. "All of you are vile! You guys have threatened me, attempted to kill me and even killed me! Don't just ignore what you guy's have done!" With your sleeve you wiped off the snot that was running from your nose, you felt like you were a little kid who had just lost something beloved, and in return wept and wept until you were a tear, snot, and drooling mess. Deep down you knew that the "beloved" you had lost was your trust and humanity. You had practically been revived, while you were still human you no longer felt like one. All of your trust in the brother's was gone, they skipped over the issue and acted like nothing happened.

"MC! I demand you head to your room right away, we'll discuss this tomorrow." In all honesty, you were tired. Tired of arguing and crying, you knew it was time to just give it a break and rest. Maybe once everything was solved you might feel a bit more at home in Devildom, you truly hoped that would be the case.

#asmo obey me #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #obey me angst #obey me belphie #obey me otome #satan obey me #obey me #obey me fanfic #angst with no happy ending #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me x you #obey me anime #obey me lesson 16 spoilers #obey me lesson 16 #angst prompt #obey me fanfiction

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ravensilversea · 10 months

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Use Your Words (Here's a Ouija Board)

Title: Use Your Words (Here's a Ouija Board)

Author: Raven_Silversea

Rating: G

Pairing: Mammon (Viper) & Skull

Prompt: Monster Hunter AU, Ghosts

Tags/Warnings: No Major Warnings Apply, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Ghosts, ghost!Xanxus

Summary: Mammon has a ghost problem, so they call Skull to come help them deal with it.

“Have you tried a Ouija board?” Skull asks, voice almost tinny over the phone. For once, the stuntman is quiet, almost cautious in his suggestion, but Mammon wants to throw the phone across the room anyways. Of course they haven’t tried a Ouija board. The suggestion is firstly ridiculous as the sheer fact they are calling Skull about the possibility of ghosts in the first place is truly a moment of desperation, and secondly Ouija boards are notoriously easy to mess with, even if one isn’t living with a horde of constantly bored, Varia assassins.

“Myu, why would I call you when I could simply acquire a Ouija board myself if I desired?”

“… so that’s a no then?”

Mammon refuses to deign that with an answer. Instead, they finish reading the report in their hands, sign it, and put it in the completed stack while they wait for Skull to continue.

“Why did you call the Great Skull-sama then? Perhaps you have finally realized his greatness at everything he sets his mind to?” Skull’s voice grows louder and more dramatic as he talks, but where Reborn says such things dead-pan with a straight-face, there’s a grin in Skull’s voice.

Even so, Mammon feels obligated to pop Skull’s bubble. “Myu, like when you exploded half-blended smoothie over the kitchen?” Skull splutters on the other side of the phone, and they allow themself a self-satisfied smirk. Tugging another report off of the steadily diminishing pile, they say, “Out of my contacts, you are both the one most likely to be familiar with potential hauntings as well as hoaxes and the cheapest-” Skull squawks indignantly- “to hire to make this determination.”

“You’re saying that you are willing to pay me to figure out whether or not you are being haunted? You? Give me money?”

“Myu, it is an unfortunate side effect of the exchange of goods and services yes. I expect you to arrive by next week unless you have actually died. In which case, I shall see you at your funeral.”

Ao3

“Now hang on a minute! I didn’t agree to-”

Mammon ends the call and clicks their phone closed, setting it aside on their desk and turning their full attention to the reports requiring their attention. They’ll know when Skull arrives in Sicily when he inevitably calls them to gripe about ‘not having directions, Viper’. Until then, they have assassins to terrorize because this report is not filled out correctly.

The phone call comes first thing in the morning, right as Mammon steps into their office and finds the contents of their bookshelves have exploded all over the place. Their furniture has also all been moved slightly out of place. Though, thankfully, the furniture has not been moved enough to require them to find somebody currently not in the body of a toddler to move it back into place. They answer Skull sharply, giving directions to the Varia castle when he does indeed indicate he managed to follow their trail to Sicily but no further.

Skull’s strangled whimper in response almost made their day. Would have, if their office wasn’t the scene of a disaster.

They spend the subsequent hours until Skull arrives cleaning their office. The sea of papers and folders interspersed with books turns into towering stacks on their desk, couch, and chairs for sorting after they move the furniture back into position. Moving the furniture takes a lot more effort than it would have almost two decades ago, and they vow vengeance on Checkerface yet again.

It doesn’t help that their progress is impeded by the occasional shower of rethrown paperwork.

Skull walks into their office, shuts the door, and slides down it to the floor, which is admittedly appropriate reaction to the Varia for anyone who isn’t Quality. “How do you manage them?” he asks, not looking at Mammon.

“Myu, I charge them money every time they inconvenience me. Eventually they stop in order to save their paychecks.” Mammon floats with another of their more valuable books to the top shelf of the bookcase behind and to the right of their desk. Whoever this ‘ghost’ is, they’re lucky none of the truly rare or antique books were damaged, if they were thrown at all. Mammon is not above charging the dead.

“Of course you do,” Skull sighs. He stands and brushes himself off. “So what happened here?”

Mammon pauses in their tidying to give him a deadpan look, and Skull responds with one of his own. The camaraderie Skull displays sometimes is disgusting. They’ve clearly known him for far too long. “My office was totaled when I walked in this morning.”

“You think it’s the ghost?” Skull pulls off his helmet and sets it on an empty spot of their couch, hopping up next to it. There’s a gleam in his eyes that Mammon’s only seen when he talks shop with mechanics and other motorcyclists. “That’s one hell of a haunting you’ve got here if so.”

Another book to its appropriate place on the shelves, and another pile of paperwork that needs to be skimmed over and resorted into the proper file placed to the side. “It needs dealing with,” Mammon says sharply. “This,” they throw their arms out to the side in mid-air, “cannot happen again. There are financial reports, mission reports, mission assignments, and my books! all mixed together, and I can’t find anything in this mess.”

Skull nods. “And you’ve wasted an entire day just cleaning up and it’s still a huge mess.” He hops off the couch and approaches a stack of books. “I think I remember your book organization system, so I’ll start putting these away while you get started on sorting the paperwork.” He picks up a thick reference book and playfully staggers under the weight.

Mammon’s lips definitely do not twitch at his antics as they settled in their desk chair. “Myu,” they say, “you have thoughts.”

“Well,” Skull gently tips the reference book on to the bottom shelf of the bookcase to the immediate left of the door, “it’s certainly not any of your people given the size of the mess- they wouldn’t see their paychecks for weeks! So it is likely to be a ghost, but the exact reason why…” He trails off, watching as some of the paperwork is thrown into the air again for seemingly no reason. “Hey now! Stop that!” he shouts toward the ceiling. “We can’t do anything if you keep making a mess of things!” Picking up another book, he reshelves it and then another one. Every now and then he glares in the general direction of the ceiling.

Taking a deep breath, Mammon refuses to cave to their impatience and demand Skull finish his thought. Instead, they focus on sorting the paperwork into piles by type, a much easier job now that the ghost appears to have ceased and desisted. When that’s done, they can then move on to putting them in chronological order.

“It’s like the ghost had something very important for you to notice,” Skull finally continues, “but they’re not skilled enough with manipulating the physical world to pick out the specific thing. They ended up trashing the place by accident, or at least in part. Given it’s likely to be a Varia ghost, they may very well have thrown a few extra things from sheer frustration and rage.”

Mammon twitches at the thought of a long-dead Varia assassin throwing their things around just because it wanted to draw their attention to one specific paper now lost in the mess. So help them, they will bring the culprit back to life just to kill them again if it happens again.

It takes the two of them until close to Midnight to get the office back in order, and Mammon repeatedly curses their tiny sizes over the course of those hours. They could have reshelved their books so much faster if the books weren’t almost as big as them! And Skull simply cannot handle any of the paperwork due to not being Vongola, much less Varia, though he does crack a joke about the hypocrisy of a criminal organization being concerned with Op-Sec.

Mammon threw a pencil at him and pointed out being a criminal organization made keeping Op-Sec arguably even more important. The ghost must have agreed with them as an additional fistful of pens is thrown at the stuntman.

However, the books are finally put away, and the paperwork is no longer teetering in towers on Mammon’s desk. The two Arcobaleno both flop onto Mammon’s thick rug, heads next to each other and feet pointing opposite directions, and stare up at the ceiling. “So…” Skull drawls out. “Did you figure out what the ghost threw a fit over?”

Mammon sighs disgustedly.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then.” There’s a distant thud somewhere in the castle, and a loud shout in response. “What would a Varia ghost want to bring your attention to anyway?”

Mammon shrugs. “Myu, most of the Varia are here to prove they’re the best and to do work that challenges them. Once they die, they are dead.”

“And by dying have proven they are no longer the best, so if any of them end up haunting the place, they’re more likely to generically throw a fit about it,” Skull says. “Or work to become the first literal ghost assassin.”

Turning their head to glare at Skull, Mammon hisses, “Do not give any of them ideas. The paperwork alone would be a nightmare.”

Skull laughs and heaves himself upright. “Right well, time for the Ouija board.”

“You did not.”

“I did,” Skull says gleefully, pulling out the board in question and laying it out on the ground. Mammon sighs but sits up and settles themself on the opposite side of the board from Skull.

The board is more solid than what Mammon was expecting. It’s a solid piece of wood, almost like someone took a cutting board and carved letters and numbers into it. Skull sets the planchett in the middle and then pulls a handful of candle jars seemingly out of nowhere, placing them at the corners of the border. “Myu, how does this work?”

“Well,” Skull strikes a match on the matchbox he also pulled out of hammer space and begins lighting the candles, “your ghost has already proven themself able to move physical objects around, so I was just going to let them move the planchett on their own.” He gives Mammon a raised-eyebrow-knowing-smirk. “That way it can’t be argued one or both of us is influencing the results.”

“Myu, fine.” Mammon pulls their miniature notebook out of the pouch they keep on their belt under their cloak. At Skull’s questioning look, they say, “Someone should take notes. If the ghost has something so important to say, I want evidence.”

Skull doesn’t say anything in response, but his face says he’s putting all sorts of endings onto Mammon’s assertion. Such as, so they can charge them in ghost taxes or have proof it wasn’t actually important and get a priest to exorcise the problem. With all the candles lit, Skull sits back and wraps his arms around his legs. “Ready?” he asks.

Mammon nods.

Skull takes a deep breath, holding it for a moment before saying, “Are there any spirits here?”

The planchett rockets across the board toward ‘Yes’ so hard it flies off into the corner. Mammon stares blankly at the now empty board.

“Right, um,” Skull chews on his lip piercing. He stands and collects the planchett, putting it back in the center of the board. “A bit less force next time, I think. It’s like blowing on hot soup, not moving a mountain with your breath.”

“Myu, you would know this how?” Mammon asks, ignoring the planchett now inching slowly back towards ‘Yes’.

Skull shrugs. “I don’t. It’s just something my aunt would say. This was her board,” he gestures at the board. The planchett settles on ‘Yes’, and there’s a feeling of anticipation in the air. “There you go,” Skull says with a smile. “That’s so much better, isn’t it? Can you tell us what you were trying to bring to Mammon’s attention earlier?”

The planchett seems to shiver before it starts moving again, picking up speed as the ghost becomes more familiar with the motion. M-I-S-S-I-O-N W-R-O-N-G I-N-F-O F-I-L-E-D.

Mammon makes a sound not unsimiliar to a tea kettle. “Myu, what mission? Who filed the misinformation?”

O-T-T-A-B-I-O.

Oh that mission. Mammon would be lying if they said it didn’t seem somewhat off. Everything about it was just a little too perfect, a little too lined up, a little too placed in their lap. They had been planning on sending one of their junior squads on it as a learning experience for how exactly one conducts a financial assassination but now…

Mammon scowls. They’re going to have to double-check all of that information with their own contacts, which will spend precious time and money. If they’re going to do that…

“Myu, who exactly are you?” they demand. The ghost must prove their own credibility before Mammon takes their information with anything less than a grain of salt.

Skull makes a strangled noise, and Mammon’s heart drops into their stomach when the planchett moves to ‘X’. “There’s no way,” Skull whispers. He glances up at Mammon, “Maybe it’s a different assassin? From before your time?”

Mammon wouldn’t gamble on those odds, even with the Varia’s general turnover rate over the past few decades. Why would the ghost linger for so long and how would they have not been noticed before?

The planchett moves to ‘A’.

“Don Vongola says he’s imprisoned, not dead.” Skull’s very clearly grasping at straws, and Mammon’s a bit touched by his attempt. But-

The planchett moves to ‘N’, and Mammon doesn’t know. None of the Varia, not even Squalo, has been allowed to know anything about their Sky and what happened to him after the Cradle Affair. For all they knew, he could very well be dead and the Ninth’s covering it up.

The planchett moves to ‘X’ again.

Skull reaches over and grasps Mammon’s hand. He has a strong grip, and it’s the only thing grounding Mammon. Without it, they might have been able to convince themself this was nothing but a nightmare.

It moves to ‘U’. Then ‘S’.

Xanxus, their boss, their Sky. Mammon’s eyes narrow, and they burn like they haven’t since the Promised Day. They wrench their hand out of Skull’s grip with a snarl, cursing Vongola Ninth in every language they know. Their Sky is dead, and there will be hell to pay.

“Mammon,” Skull says, slowly, quietly. When they turn to face him, his eyes are bright but serious. His voice cold, he asks, “What do you need me to do?”

#khr #khrrarepairweek2023 #mammon (viper)#skull #raven's pen

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tatitex1 · 9 months

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So to continue off of this cause I’m rewatching Supernatural by introducing it to my mother haha

Taka is the son of a cop and a devote believer in god following his family’s fall from society. He turns to his studies and then an angel called for him to begin his service.

This angel is Raguel, the angel of Justice.

His mission is to retrieve Mondo’s soul from damnation and set him towards the path that will lead to the destined battle for the Earth. Of course, no one expected that the angel and the human would fall in love with said soul.

“So your vessel’s name is Taka and you’re Ragú somethin’?”

“I am not a pasta sauce. At least you make up for your intelligence with your butt and fancy hair.”

“…”

“I enjoyed watching the titular journey of the diseased creature and his strangely morbid young mistress.”

“Lilo & Stitch. The movie is Lilo & Stitch, feathers.”

“I am also not a bird.”

Mondo gets along with him for the most part, but the angel has a lot to learn about Earth culture. And Mondo needs to not be so clueless.

And of course, Hagakure, a fake psychic, became the vessel of the playful archangel Gabriel. Gabriel is much like canon and he appreciates making funny prophecies, tampering with reality and of course, messing with humans.

“So, is it safe to call you angel face?”

“Whatever you wanna call me, big boy.”

Heavy no homo vibes from Daiya and Hiro there

Makoto Naegi is a normal dude when he was seemingly struck by lighting and his dyslexia autocorrected like Percy Jackson. He is now a prophet of the lord being protected by a hunter from an infamous family, Kirigiri, and a human vessel named Togami that is currently hosting the demon prince, Mammon. The demon is under contract with the hunter until her goals are met.

“I can read this now… I think this tablet has some sort of fanfiction about brothers hunting monsters. Ooh and one of them is shipped with an angel. God invented Ao3 so-“

“Makoto, why would God need fanfiction? He plays us like the Sims.“

“Yeah and human x angel isn’t my thing. Now, if you want something spicy-“

It’s a lot of back and forth banter with the two of them while Makoto gets to work with the bros solving hell texts and junk.

Kazuichi lives in the middle of nowhere making special monster slaying, demon obliterating weapons and he loves to experiment any chance he gets. He was born into the trade of blacksmithing. His guardians are demonologists, Gundham and Sonia.

Gundham is a master of taming creatures that can detect the presence of demons and other creatures. Rumor has it is that he can really communicate with creatures.

Sonia is from a long line of hunters, going back to the medieval age when there was a secret line of hunters working for the royal family. It’s said that she’s a descendant between a hunter and a royal, which explains her extreme good looks.

“THAT IS BLESSED SILVER! LIKE ANGEL SILVER, THE GOOD CUSH! WHERE THE FUCK-“

“Do not utter such crude language around the dark queen, paramour. Your shrieks of joy are enough.”

“It was fun! We wanted to summon a demon to get some blood, but an angel showed up instead. So I wrestled and killed him!”

“…”

Sometimes Kazuichi wonders how unhinged Sonia really is compared to the odd Gundham.

Chihiro got affliated with the Oowada bros after being rescued from a spirit that was haunting the library computers. From there, they vowed to pay them back for their kindness (Mondo refused a thousand times before Daiya said that they could tag along) and now does a good chunk of their pilimary research of monsters to slay and where to find them.

“So between the house where people’s arms have been twisted off, the serial drowning and spontaneous combustion, which one would you rather go look at first?”

“Hmm… It’s a tight one between the dollhouse and the pool.”

“How about we just don’t for one goddamn week, for fuck’s sake, your finger got cut off-“

Mondo would like to have five seconds to relax sometimes.

#danganronpa #supernatural #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa au #supernatural au #mondo oowada #kiyotaka ishimaru #ishimondo #daiya oowada #yasuhiro hagakure #kazuichi souda #sonia nevermind #gundham tanaka #chihiro fujisaki #I’m def gonna do redraws later #thinking of calling this au super-danganatural but we’ll see

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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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Hello I really love your writing. I’m glad that you decided to open requests for a bit. I have a personal headcanon that the boys are a lot nicer to MC then they are to everyone else. Could you do a headcanon of the boys being out with MC and they are talking with MC happily. Then a lesser demon sees them with MC and says that the seven brothers have gone weak and they aren’t scared of them anymore. Thank you again!!! 😖 (Also the way you write Levi is great)

Aww thank you!! Levi's kind of my favorite character (if that hasn't become painfully obvious) so I try to write him well, you know? This one was a little hard for me to write because I just have a hard time imagining Asmo and Beel as something intimidating to the masses, but I tried my best! I hope you like it!

Lesser Demons Think the Brothers have "Gone Soft…"

Lucifer

If anybody had something to lose by acting sweet on a lowly human, it was Lucifer. His entire image was built on the back of power and intimidation, so really who didn't see this coming?

He knew there were whispers… Mostly in the RAD hallways. Students would see him with the MC and gossip amongst themselves…

"Did you see them together again in the courtyard?"

"How did some random human even score a pact with him??"

"And I used to seriously look up to him, too…"

He'd always silence their chitchat with a well placed glare, but this was a symptom of something more… troubling. A decay of his social image if you will.

Perhaps it speaks to how well and truly enamored he was with the MC that this proud creature didn't just dump them the second he started looking bad, but still… a part of him really couldn't stand for this...

So maybe it was a blessing in disguise when he finally got an excuse to establish his superiority yet again!

He and the MC were walking the halls of RAD after school hours and they had just made an amusing joke at the expense of of his brothers. Unfortunately, Lucifer collided into a lesser demon student while he was laughing…

On most occasions, he would have expected someone of such station to pay him deference then offer an apology - they had just ran into Lucifer after all - but the student just scoffed at him!

Lesser Demon: "Oi! Watch where you're going, Lucifer! Or were you too busy sucking up to that human to notice?"

This… was maybe not the best response to have (if the "Oh shit" look on the MC's face was any indication) but for as annoyed as Lucifer was, he was also somewhat delighted.

Finally, he had the perfect messenger for just how cruel he could still be!

Lucifer: "MC, feel free to go home without me for now and tell my brothers to save my dinner for later…" *starts pulling out his favorite rope with a cold, but pleased, smile on his face* "I have a feeling I'll be home late tonight..."

The MC left him and his unfortunate victim to their fate and Lucifer later came home in the night with his uniform in a bad need of cleaning...

A new body decorated the RAD entrance hall the next morning - swinging from the ceiling and making an awful mess on the floor - but still alive enough give a very important message to the rest of the students:

"Lucifer hasn't changed a bit…"

Mammon

So, not even lesser demons see Mammon as some kind of high-ranking badass…

Just to be clear, he is, but it’s hard for him to come off that way when he's begging for his next Grimm... Then enter MC into the picture and he somehow lost even MORE cred.

"There goes poor Mammon… Did you hear he got tricked into a pact?"

"Just look at him nipping at the human's heels! How pathetic is that??"

"Well that's Mammon for you… What a shit excuse for a demon."

Like Lucifer, Mammon wasn’t immune to the whispers, but unlike his brother he was able to push them mostly out of his mind. People look down on him? Yeah, what else is new?

To be honest, he didn’t really feel the need to prove anything to a bunch of lesser demon losers… But insulting his MC takes things a step too far.

He and the MC were out at the Devil's Coast, "enjoying" some of the haunted house attractions and generally having a good time…ish.

Any time they managed to make it out of one, the MC would have to peel Mammon off their back and hold him to assure him they were back to safety (a process he seemed to like enough to repeat the horror that precedes it).

It was during one of these calm down sessions that the two were accosted by a couple of snickering lesser demons, clearly looking for a fight…

Lesser Demon 1: "Hey look! There's the 'Great' Mammon and his little master!"

Lesser Demon 2: "Guess the master fits the demon… Of course someone like Mammon couldn't even score a pact with Solomon and gets stuck with the weakling!"

Lesser Demon 1: "Well how's the babysitting going, Mams? I bet you can't wait for them to kill over, can ya?"

Lesser Demon 2: "Careful! With his luck, they'll probably get eaten by the end of next week! Haha!!"

Now… an important thing to know about Mammon is that you can fling all the mud and stones you'd like at him… but never at his MC. That's just asking for a bruising...

Mammon: *smiling like usual, but his eyes are practically burning with rage...* "Yo, MC… I'm gettin' a little hungry. Can ya go find us a snack over there? I'll meet ya in a bit…"

MC: "Mammon, are you-?"

Mammon: "Don’t worry 'bout me, babe." *takes his glasses off and flashes a fanged grin* "This is'a piece of cake."

And indeed, it wasn't difficult at all. No matter how fast those demons ran, they could never out speed Mammon and he was looking to give more than a warning…

The MC didn't know what he did while they were waiting in line, but they heard the sounds of pleading go silent before Mammon turned back up with a nice bruise on his cheek. Oh, how they fretted and dotted on him…

Meanwhile, the haunted houses just earned themselves a couple new mannequins!… when rigor sets in anyway.

Leviathan

Levi has a… mixed reputation in the Devildom to start with. People who only know him for his titles usually expect him to be some kind of sea-hardened badass. Those who meet him are… well let's say less than impressed.

This isn't anything new to Levi. It does take a blow to his confidence sometimes but even still most people aren't dumb enough to say something to his face… most people.

Unfortunately, "most people" have been getting bolder after seeing him with MC - because Demon Lord forbid Leviathan actually look happy for a change…

He and the MC were out and about for once. There was a raffle for exclusive merch at Anidaemon and he brought them along to boost his chances. They were grinning and chatting about anime but well…

The human couldn’t hear this, but he could - sensitive demon ears and all that. There were a couple guys who were tailing him… heckling him just loud enough that he was CERTAIN they knew he could hear them...

Lesser Demon 1: "Is that seriously Leviathan hanging out with a human? Isn’t he an Admiral??"

Lesser Demon 2: "Ha! The whole family's turned into simps, are you that surprised?"

Lesser Demon 1: "Wonder what the human's giving them that's got them all brainwashed…"

Lesser Demon 2: "Well... I've got an idea." 😏

If there were ever a reason for bile to fill his throat, it was now. He might be a shut-in, but those guys were the real creeps…

To be honest, Levi isn't one for public confrontation. Even with how gross and disrespectful those demons were being, he would have let it slide if they had just left it at that… but no…

He and the MC were browsing the ani-music racks in the store when those idiots popped up again. They hovered a while until they MC suddenly left his side to go find a store clerk.

When he saw the other demons move their direction, he naturally put himself between them and the would-be harassers. It was a little telling that despite his ticked off expression, the demons just laughed in his face!

Lesser Demon 2: "Hey look, the puppy's come out to protect its owner! How cute!"

Lesser Demon 1: "I can't believe you're that predictable, Levi… Do you really think we'd be scared of you?"

Well. That settled it.

When the MC came back, they found that Levi had moved from the music racks to the merch tables near the bathrooms. They didn't think anything of it… but...

One body was paralyzed by his venom and stuffed head first in a toilet while the other getting strangled by his tail just underneath the tablecloth… Meanwhile, Levi was cheerfully rambling about the raffle like nothing was happening at all.

Maybe they should have been a little more scared of the shut-in...

Satan

This may actually be a case where the rumors have a point… The MC has made Satan "soft."

Well, if "soft" means actually in control of himself, anyway.

Satan would probably call their effect on him both a blessing and a curse. Though he loved finally having a handle on his inner rage, it flew in the face of a lot of his public image… and people were starting to notice….

"Do you think there's something off about Satan…?"

"I saw the human step on his toes earlier and he didn't even flinch…! The old Satan would have torn them apart!!"

"He's gotten way too nice all of sudden… Wrath shouldn't be nice."

Was it a little frustrating? Certainly. Especially for someone as image conscious as him. But for as calm as he was now, Satan wasn’t any less cruel and he'd be more than happy to remind others of that fact….

His chance came when he and the MC were together having just left the local art gallery. The two were exchanging a healthy dialogue about a curious sculpture they saw on display when a latte suddenly went soaring through the air and ended up all over Satan's sweater… The culprit was plain to see, being the only other demon on the road that night.

Whether the act was intentional or not, the correct course of action would have been to apologize immediately and beg for mercy forgiveness… but all the demon did was laugh in his face…

Maybe he thought that since Satan had mellowed out and his human was right beside him that he'd be lenient… Oh no. Not gonna happen.

Satan's fist slammed into the guy's mouth with the force of a jetliner and knocked him over two benches before his back bent over a lamppost… To say it was a KO move would be an understatement.

He probably could have done a whole lot worse to the guy while he was down, but you know… the MC being there and "self-control" and what not…

The demon survived (barely) and only had to spend a few months in the hospital, if anything he got off light.

Not a soul would gloss over Satan's temper again and really he preferred it that way.

Asmodeus

Well, to be fair not a lot of people thought that Asmo was tough to start with… but that's also his intention.

"Scary" is the opposite of "cute" and he prefers to be "cute" at all times! 😊

Buuut that doesn’t mean this scorpion is without a stinger. He CAN be quite brutal when he wants to be, you just have to push him that far and trashing his looks is a good way to start.

Asmo was out with the MC getting his hair done for the week at his favorite salon. They weren't the only people there that day, obviously. There were other customers - one being a lesser demon classmate of theirs - though neither he nor the MC thought much of him at the time...

Well… It was supposed to be a prank. Probably something the guy intended to use for social media clout. While the staff was too busy to notice, he snuck by and replaced Asmo's preferred conditioner with pink hair dye…

Asmo. Was. Furious. And honestly, the dude could have gotten away with it if he hadn't been laughing and recording the whole thing!

When Asmo's ire naturally fell onto him, he hardly looked fazed!

Lesser Demon: "Ah, please! You won't do shit to me with the human still around! You don't want to look any uglier to them do ya?"

Asmo: *freezes, but still furiously eyeing every sharp instrument within arm’s reach* "MC? Darling?"

MC: "Got it..."

Perhaps the prankster should have kept his mouth shut, because suddenly the MC needed to take a looong bathroom break…

They didn't come back out until they heard the sounds of screeching and broken glass finally die down and then they stepped back into a warzone… Broken mirrors and items seemingly flung everywhere in a fit of rage! The guy (and his phone) now nowhere to be seen…

The salon comped Asmo for the botched hair job and touch up… and then billed Lucifer for the property damage (which he got an earful about later). On the bright side though, Asmo actually looks pretty great with pink hair! Silver-linings. 🙂

Beelzebub

… The concept of Beel "going soft" is almost an oxymoron. He IS soft, but his personality was never what made him intimidating to start with.

Behind all his kindness, Beel packs more firepower than at least 4 for his siblings combined and most people remember that fact. Hell, the guy looks like he could lift a semi and he probably would if he ever tried.

However, that doesn’t save him from being underestimated completely... Especially when an upstart or two thinks he's too nice to actually start a fight...

He and the MC were coming back from the grocery store with the usual armfuls of sacks when the MC accidentally walked into a lesser demon on the street. Since their arms were full, several items spilled out from the bags and onto the ground…

The MC was quick to apologize to the demon and try to get down to clean the mess, but the asshole just kept walking… and Beel really didn't like that.

Beel: "Hey! Aren't you going to say, 'Sorry?'"

The lesser demon hardly looked over his shoulder to respond.

Lesser Demon: "Why should I? That's your human. Take care of them yourself."

Well it didn't take long for some of Beel's bags to hit the floor so he could lift the demon up by the back of the neck properly. When he turned the guy to face him, he made sure to bring his face reeaal close so he could hear him growl...

Beel: "Apologize. Or I'll eat you."

And like that, the asshole's mood went from "Do it yourself," to "Yessir Mr. Beelzebub, sir!" right quick!

The MC didn't have to carry a single bag another step and Beel got to keep his free hand so he could link it with theirs!... all while Beel kept mushing their new pack-mule forward like a sled dog back to the House. Thanks, Beel! 😊

Belphegor

Kind of similar to Asmo, Belphie prefers to come off as unassuming on most days. But don't let his, "I'm a harmless sleepy boy" shtick fool you. He will cut a bitch if he's so motivated...

Thankfully for the world, he's generally not motivated. But that can be changed under the right circumstances...

Belphie and the MC were on yet another date to the botanical gardens. It's a peaceful place, though the MC can never go alone because of the frankly concerning amount of flesh-eating plants… Pretty, but also deadly, you know?

The two of them were walking to another rest spot when Belphie heard whispering from a demon behind them, seemingly on his phone…

Lesser Demon: “Yeah, I can see them right now…”

Lesser Demon: “I know right? It's so lame that these guys are in charge of us… They can't even say no to a dumb human!”

Lesser Demon: “What do you mean keep my voice down? Dude, it's fine! This is Belphegor we're talking about, the hell is he going to do if he hears me?”

… Huh.

The answer to the man's question was a simple one. Flash into his demon form for just a moment and whip out his tail... It only took a quick swipe to make him trip and fall right into the foliage. The man-eating… carnivorous… hungry… foliage….

Belphie was back to normal by the time the jerk let out his first scream and the MC almost stopped to see what had happened.

MC: "What the-oh my God!! Should we help-??”

Belphie: *puts his hands on their shoulders to keep them moving, not even glancing back* “Someone else will take care of it. Let's see the roses.”

Even when the desperate cries for help became distant, it took all Belphie had to stifle a smile…

Sometimes, you've got to love irony. 🤷‍♀️😏

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me requests

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princessozera · 3 years

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Devious Licks pt 2; MC's devious lick

((Long post ahead))

MC paced their room, alternating between tapping a pen against their fingers to staring at the makeshift bulletin board on their wall. They were never one to back out a of a challenge, and now just about every student in RAD had stolen something. Most had only stolen smaller items; textbooks and classroom desk/chairs, one of MC's friends had even stolen a pair of gargoyles from the library ("THEY'RE A COUPLE MC, IF I ONLY TAKE ONE THE OTHER WILL HAUNT OR KILL ME." MC's friend has always been a little eccentric, but considering they were in the Devildom, MC didn't know if they were joking about the sentient gargoyle statues.)

It was 2 am, but MC couldn't sleep as they planned their own elaborate devious lick. While they knew their magic wasn't strong enough to do something like Mammon's double staircase or even Lucifer's library statue, they HAD to be better than Belphie's couch and Asmo's bathroom lamps. But the question was; what is something cooler than a couch and lamps that HADN'T already been stolen or pre-hexed by Lucifer? MC paced around their room for another 5 minutes before a picture on their desk caught their eye. It was a group photo in RAD's entrance foyer, MC and Satan had just hosted the first ever R.A.D science fair and all the winners and student council got together for a celebratory photo. They stared at the photo for a while, trying to find exactly why they were so drawn to it, when a lightbulb went off.

That could work. My room needs some new décor anyways.

The plan was easy enough to form since it mirrored what Luke had done, but MC made sure to pack a second backpack and a plastic tarp to maximize their chance of success.

Everything was straightforward and MC was actually kind of disappointed in how easily they pulled off their plan. No one had questioned the large item in their arms and no one noticed it was missing all throughout the school day. Maybe it wasn't as important as they originally thought. They were trying to figure out where to stash their loot in their room when Asmo burst in, dragging Belphegor with him. Whatever request he had started to make gave way to curiosity, asking about the tarp.

"Oh, I wanted to do the devious lick trend too so I stole the Demon King's old horn. You know, the one that was next to the award display case?" MC unwraps the horn and lets them see, surprised when they both stagger a few steps back.

"MC! That's not a horn, that's one of the Demon King's claws!" Asmo looked paler than normal and even Belphegor couldn't seem to find a snarky comment to make, clutching his pillow just a bit tighter. MC balks and looks back at the 'horn', immediately sticking out their hand.

"IT'S BIGGER THAN MY ENTIRE ARM. I- it-!!!" MC can't take their eyes off the claw, mystified at the revelation. The demon king had always seemed large in portraits with Lord Diavolo but he'd been a baby so of course his dad had been huge, but not THAT huge. What kind of eldritch horror size-

"MC I know you think this trend is fun and all, but you should put that back-"

"Yeah... Yeah, I'll do it tomorrow mor-"

"No way!" Asmo shoves the discard tarp back into MC's arms and waves them away. "If Lucifer catches you with that or Barbatos realizes it's gone we're ALL getting suspended for a year, we'll cover for you but go put that back NOW!" MC wants to complain, but it's probably for the best. If this had been more fun to steal maybe they'd be putting up more of a fight but for now they'll return it.

"Time for a new lick," MC mutters to themselves as they strap the claw onto their back, using the round trip from RAD to come up with their next brilliant stunt.

Why steal from a school when you can steal from a castle?

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MC had gone alone over to Diavolo's castle a few times before, and on days like today knew that Diavolo and Barbatos would be too busy to entertain them so MC could go anywhere in the castle. Considering that there is a gala that's going to be held in a week, maybe even the Little D's would be too busy for Barbatos to order one of them to watch over MC.

MC's target this time was even larger than the claw, and they had to sneak a few tools from RAD's workshop just in case, so if anything this was a double steal. Diavolo had so many beautiful paintings in his castle, he could spare one or two. And with no laser technology or video cameras, MC didn't have to pull any tricks from the countless spy/heist movies they'd seen with the brothers.

Their prize was left of the entrance hall, 4 corridors down and past 5 doors. MC passed gilded vases and artifacts older than the castle itself until they came into view of their favorite painting. It wasn't the largest or most extravagant in the castle, but MC had found this when wandering the halls- avoiding yet another party of elites that Lord Diavolo had insisted they attend. It was a full body painting of Lord Diavolo's father, the demon king. Even in shadows, the dark colors of the painting radiated power and commanded respect. There was something comforting about the painting, and Diavolo often found MC staring at it, telling them a new story of his father's triumphs and accomplishments as king. MC always came to see it whenever they visited the castle.

Thankfully, MC didn't need any of the tools they stole to take the portrait off the wall, but it was larger than they originally thought, so all plans of sneaking it out in an art portfolio bag were out the window. Now their only hope was to waddle out of the castle before Barbatos or Diavolo came looking for them. They made it as far as the entrance of the grand hall when a voice called out.

"MC, you know it's not stealing if I can see you and I'm letting you walk out the door with it right?" Barbatos appears from around a column near the stairs, and for a second MC wonders how long he's been waiting there to catch them leaving.

"YOU SEE NOTHING, I AM SIMPLY WALKING WITH A LIMP BECAUSE I SPRAINED MY ANKLE DOING A BACKFLIP," MC yells back, not stopping out of fear that they would lose their grip and drop the portrait, but they did try to keep it perpendicular to their body so if Barbatos calls for them to turn around they could keep it hidden behind them.

"You don't know how to do a backflip."

"You cant prove that!"

"Bring the painting back by tomorrow or I'll make Solomon cook you a buffet."

"THAT'S COUNTS AS A DEATH THREAT-" MC yells back to cover up how much they were straining to keep a straight face- this portrait weighed A TON. They manage to shake the door shut behind them before finally dropping the picture for a minute, groaning in sweet relief as they let their arms rest. The 15 minute walk home turned an hour long, having to stop frequently to rest amd MC considered rolling the portrait at one point, but they decided that they liked living.

"Great. 2nd failure," MC groans as they prop the portrait against their desk, making sure to lock the door before flopping down on the bed. MC couldn't help but admire how handsome the Demon King looked. This must have been painted eons ago but MC was willing to bet he still looked f-i-n-e. Since they had to return the painting soon and the brothers were all gone, MC spent the rest of the day talking to the painting as they did their chores and homework. Inconsequential things, school work, the devildom's best features, their favorite food. But as MC went on, they couldn't help but think back to Diavolo's stories and wondered how the actual demon king would respond to a human in the devildom. As much as they tried to see it, the eyes in the portrait just never seemed cruel to MC.

"I'd love to get to talk to you before I leave. You might kill me, but it'd be interesting none the less," MC gave a wistful sigh as they continued staring at the painting. "But you'd have to be alive for that. Or at the very least back in the Devildom- Diavolo never told me what happened to you." When MC took a second to step back, they suddenly recognized exactly where this portrait had been painted. The elevated walkway, and 4 stairs cases cascading down to the next floor- that was where MC and the brothers had been sucked into the painting the first time they ended up in the snake-Labyrinth! MC remembers that there were another 3 floors to go down from there, but they'd never had the chance.

What were the odds the Demon King being closer than anyone expected?

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"Ah Barbatos, I thought I'd find you here," Diavolo smiles as he steps into the palace kitchen. "What are you baking today?"

"Midnight velvet cupcakes and lemon-blueberry scones with an herbal tea," Barbatos said as he closed the oven and set a timer for the cupcakes to cool. "MC should be here soon to study, so I decided to make some human desserts as well."

"I can't belive MC's been over twice a week for a month now just to study," Diavolo let Barbatos turn around before snagging an unfrosted cupcake, which Barbatos courteously pretended to not notice was missing from the cooling rack. " I considered if we should lower their work load, but since they only really need the palace library and not our help, I guess they're fine. MC is so quiet when they study that I even forget they're in the castle."

"Well MC has always been serious about their studies, but it would be good for you to check on them between tasks- as their host. Try as I may I can't seem to find the time so I usually send the Little D's to check on MC." Lord Diavolo nods as he continues to nibble on his cupcake, lost in thought. These less formal moments with Barbatos were special to him, but the heavy air he's been feeling all day has ruined the moment. He wanted to ask Barbatos if he's also felt a change in the air, but maybe he was just being paranoid- Barbatos would have mention if anything was wrong. Lord Diavolo and Barbatos continued to make small talk, and Diavolo even tried his hand at decorating a few cupcakes.

Before Lord Diavolo could make his way back to his study, the ground in the kitchen began to shake and both he and Barbatos grabbed the counter to keep upright. He flashes back to the "earthquakes" that MC told him about once, but nothing like that has ever happened in the Devildom. Once the shaking stops, little D number 2 runs into the kitchen, in such a panic he slams straight into Barbatos's legs and doesn't even think to apologize. He's breathless, rambling something about MC and the brothers and tugging on Barbatos's leg, so Lord Diavolo and Barbatos follow him out. They expect to head to the foyer, thinking the brothers may be in the courtyard or the entrance hall, but say nothing as the little D drags them to the throne room.

There, in the throne that was so massive it managed to dwarf Diavolo's demon form, sat the Demon King in his full 25 foot, ""human"" form, clearly visible over everyone's heads. Diavolo didn't pay attention to the brothers as he made his way forward, eyes glued to the borderline arrogant smile that Diavolo had only ever seen a handful of times outside of a portrait . As his father's dark amber eyes finally met his own, Diavolo reached to the front of the throne steps and caught sight of MC- sitting happily to the King's left, a ruby betrothal necklace nestled against their chest.

Bonus/the actual request/:

Diavolo reacting to MC's devious lick of stealing his dad ((I put some of my own HCs in to fill in Barbatos/Simeon's backgrounds))

Diavolo

Absolutely dumbfounded

There was no graceful, crown-prince appropriate way to handle this, and in his utter shock he resorts to smiling and nodding along to whatever his father was saying.

He had to be hallucinating right? How many times had he dreamt of this? Coming back from a stressful say at RAD, or taking a break from his paperwork to find his father back like he'd never left. Although his father's words were falling on deaf ears, his voice still resonated in Diavolo, a heavy vibration in his chest that was the only indication right now of the King's true power. It was like the weighted blanket MC had once brought over; it was welcome and so comforting that Diavolo felt tears prick the edges of his eyes.

But he couldn't understand the image in front of him. He'd spent a few good sleepless nights early on- worried about the program. Diavolo imagined his father would think unfavorably of it, of seeing humans on equal footing as humans. Of course he'd always hoped that it wouldn't be the case, be he'd never talked about such things with his father before he left. But here he was now, the Demon King lounging around with an easy smile, one arm thrown around the chair MC sat in to bring it closer, with warm and adoring eyes.

He couldn't keep his eyes off of MC or that necklace either. Did MC know exactly what they were wearing? Did they understand the implications? They had to, MC never did anything haphazardly in the Devildon, and they were far too relaxed in the face of the brothers' anger to not know.

When Diavolo said he wanted to use the exchange program to unite the realms and hoped his father would approve whenever he returned, this was probably the farthest possibility from his mind. He'd come to terms with his father's disappearance years ago, and had believed that the program would be 10 to 20 years in before the Demon King caught wind- far too involved for him to put a stop to it.

"When did they even-" Diavolo couldn't even finish the question in his head when the answer hit him square in the face. The biweekly visits. MC had been using their work as a ruse to come visit and hang out with father. Diavolo felt a little hurt, not even that MC had knowingly lied and kept this a secret from him, but a lie that could have been so easily discovered- like they didn't think Diavolo was smart enough to catch on. But in the end, he really wasn't since he and Barbatos had no idea this was happening right underneath their noses.

The clashing stress of a millennia ruling alone, elation at seeing his father, MC's seeming betrayal, along with darker emotions he didn't want to acknowledge were jarring, and Diavolo started feeling sick to his stomach- it was too much to process at once.

So for now, Diavolo accepted his father's hug graciously, feeling no shame in how strongly he hugged him back. Diavolo returned power over the Devildom back to his father with no resistance, and when Barbatos was sent to cook up a feast for the Demon King, he took the chance to escape the suffocating throne room.

Back in the quiet of his own room, Diavolo couldn't help but try to see only the positive in this. But for every time he tried to conjure up the imagined pride and happiness from his father, he could only remember his favorite moments with MC. He tried to tell himself it was going to be okay, now he could enjoy more time with Lucifer and Barbatos! He would still have full control over the student council and exchange program, but anything above that could be handled by his father again. He'd get to hang out with everyone and perhaps make more friends- but MC couldn't be one of them anymore.

As he focuses more on MC and their time together, he starts remembering how alone he'd felt before the program. Yes, Lucifer had been his friend before all of this, but he'd always been a bit detached, keeping Diavolo at arms length all these years. After MC came along and Lucifer's relationship with his brothers had improved, Diavolo had also become closer with all of them. MC's influence over all of them was not lost on him. But now MC had to stay with the Demon King. At any moment the King could order MC to stay in the castle, and if they wanted to learn, he'd get a private tutor for them- extend the library to an entire wing, fund research and all the little experiments MC wanted to do- as long as they stayed by his side.

Diavolo ignores the anger, the resentment, pushing it down as he's done so many times before. It use to be easy, anytime he started to get mad at his father leaving him, Diavolo could reason it away and go back to being excited at the prospect of seeing him again.

By morning, Diavolo is himself again, cheery and congratulating MC and the King on their relationship, much more receptive to his father's comments and praise. Diavolo fills him in on anything MC hasn't told him already, and tries his best to take it all in stride.

Everyone knows Lord Diavolo is happy for his father's return, but those who saw the newest family portrait couldn't help but wonder why it seemed that he was painted just a bit too far away, in colors just a bit too muted to match the loving couple next to him.

Barbatos

Rebellious

Of all the path's he'd seen for this program and MC's life, this was one he hadn't seen before.

He'd come to care for MC; he's prevented a handful of incidents for them and likes spending time with them. He did come to terms that they probably couldn't be together and that the brothers and even Lord Diavolo had a better chance with them, but this was uncalled for.

Barbatos couldn't help but feel a bit offended, but it was mostly because he was caught off guard- the Demon King coming back wasn't the sort of thing that would just "slip through the cracks", and for the King to have not annihilated MC on sight was nothing short of a miracle.

Since Barbatos had previously served under the Demon King, he caught himself right as he was about to take a step to be at the King's side. Always to his right and 6 steps behind, the omnipotent butler cloaked in shadows.

But if he was being honest with himself, his loyalties lay with Lord Diavolo now, so he stayed by the prince's side and hope the King wouldn't call for him.

Once Barbatos gets over his own disbelief, he keeps glancing back to Lord Diavolo, trying to figure out how he's taking it. The prince had come to master that easy smile, and even Barbatos was struggling to understand how deeply Diavolo was taking this to heart. He saw the way Diavolo looked, confused and a bit hurt between MC and the King, and if Diavolo challenged his father to the throne in that very moment, Barbatos knew whose side he would take.

Angels + Solomon

Luke is at risk of getting a heart attack right then and there. He wants to be mad at MC, to yell at them and shake some sense into them, but he can't even bring himself to stop shaking. The Demon King wasn't even trying to be intimidating, but Luke couldn't make himself look up to see where MC was. How could MC sound so bright and unbothered in this moment??

Simeon couldn't help but admit he was impressed; he'd always said MC was amazing and so charming in their own unique way, but getting the Demon King around their finger was something else entirely. However, he does think this is all some weird nightmare dream that he got from trying out Solomon's recent kitchen monstrosity. It takes a week and formal wedding announcements to let the shock subside into mild panic. He wasn't worried about the Devildom citizens, but Simeon couldn't help but wonder how the Celestial Realm would take the news. MC was a human and had no hold in the Celestial Realm, but human-demon marriages and subsequent hybrids could start a precedent that he thinks they would fight over. Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that again.

Solomon: "I'm not jealous, I'm not jealous, I'm not jealous, I'm not-" And if he was being honest with himself, he didn't know if it was because he'd rather be in the King's place or MC's.

Brothers:

going through the 5 stages of grief except most of them are stuck on denial or bargaining

Lilith, watching from the ghost realm: "HELL YEAH, GET IT MC!!! YOU'RE KILLING IT! "

#a whole drabble to set up a request #it simply had to be done 😌#to the person that requested this- I almost made MC steal the Demon King's ashes 💀💀 but I decided to let them live this time #alsoooooo what ifffffff #in the Devildom. as long as the queen/prince consort isn't biologically related to them-#if someone usurps the throne. the queen/consort have to stay in their role and remained married to whoever holds the throne #unless they are specifically killed or replace by the new King #obey me shall we date #obey me #Ozera Request #obey me diavolo #om diavolo

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sparkbeast20 · 3 years

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The Mask (Lucifer X MC)

This a one-shot Fanfic, is part of my Halloween series “He Snaps”

short Angst/Fluff with Horror elements in them.

Tell me, which brother you want to see next (except Satan, his will be post on his birthday)

This one is inspired by the Masked Event and @fickleminder's post "Hear Me Cry"

and @amistytown and our share post here

Warning: Mention of Blood, Violence, Drugs, Injury and Demonic nature

He was wandering around the school grounds looking for you, both he and the masks on his face.

This night shouldn’t be like this, it was supposed to be a simple round trip to his brothers haunted house, with you.

Now the masks make him and brothers, think horrible things to the guest and especially you. All the horrific, and vile things his thinking to do, to you are running through his head. All the while he is conscious, trap in his own body, unable to take off the mask himself.

If he, had it bad, he can’t imagine what his brothers are thinking or wanting to do to you. He needs to find you. Even if he has the mask on, his still have a better control then his brothers.

Then again, at was his thought before you met up with him in the student council room, if it hadn’t for Diavolo come in, and take you with him. You would’ve been….

That’s the mask talking right? Telling his body to find you……. Yes, that’s it!

Lucifer is second doubting himself, if he should finds you or stay away from you.

On one hand, if he finds you, is a gamble whether or not he can control himself around you. One the other he stays away, he can “wander” to his brothers haunted house, so happen to see if his brothers are there in their respected houses.

The choice the latter.

But some he started to regret his decision, once he notice that Mammon and Levi aren’t in their house, and he saw was a piece of your RAD uniform on the floor. He doesn’t like this situation.

He quickens his walk to Satan and Asmo’s house, and see no sign of them, only met with a stench of a familiar smell, he quickly looks around to see a blood stain on the wall. A fresh one.

He started to panic in the inside, and didn’t notice a sound of a crack from his mask. He was to focus on getting to the twin’s house. If they’re not there, his main priority is to look for you.

As he walking to the haunted hospital of the twins made, he thought to himself. That you wouldn’t be this reckless to got each house and try to take masks off his brothers. But he quickly remembers that you are the same human, who didn’t listen to him to not go up to the attic, who jump Infront of him to protect his brother and a little angel from him, pointed the night dagger yourself instead of him. You are that reckless.

He finally made it to the hospital, he quietly opens the door and walk in.

Once inside, he heard Mammon and Asmo laughing in delight.

“They’re all here good” Lucifer breath a sigh of relief, soon he stiffed in fear once he heard your name uttered by Mammon.

“MC, come on stay awake” Lucifer started to breathed heavily, as his mask start to crack more.

He walks toward the chatter, as his heart race and eyes shifted back and forth. He stops right before open door at the end of the hall, and see Satan and Beel blocking his view of the exam table. He took a few steps closer to get a better look, Lucifer is stunned to what he saw on the exam table.

You laying on your back, facing towards the door with your eyes slightly open, with a cut on your cheek, your uniform ripped apart with your undershirt what left covering your chest, both arms aren’t even on the table and are dangling on the edge.

But what snap him out of his stunned state, was his brothers talking.

“Maybe, a put too much, tranquilizer in you, sorry about that. But we did want you to run back to the others, now would we.”

“This all your fault Belphie! I wanted to hear their lovely screams in fear” Asmo caress you bleeding cheek getting blood on his finger, then he took one and makes a small heart on your cheek and giggles.

“Do you think we should have told Lucifer about this” Levi voices his concern.

“NO!” Mammon yelled “They already choice him. If we told him about this plan, he would have kept MC all to himself once we trap them”

“And besides.” Satan chips in “I don’t trust him; it seems that he has some what of a control over himself. So, we wouldn’t tell if he’s on are side or not”

He couldn’t take it anymore; he was about to charger but his entire froze. Couldn’t move a muscle, only his eyes.

But the he’s sight landed on your face, and saw you blink at him and mouthed his name, and you try to reach out to him. But Beel saw your arm raise and quickly grabbing it and slamming it back on the table, breaking a bone.

That was the thing that finally set Lucifer over the edged.

The mask finally broke, the sound of it breaking causing the brothers to look what made that sound.

All of them gasps, and drop their tools, seeing Lucifer in his demon form with pure and utter rage on his face.

“L-L-Lucifer~” Levi stuttering was cut off, by Lucifer grabbing him by the throat and slamming him on the ground, he quickly uses his free hand to forcefully grab and pull the mask of him, causing Levi to groan in pain at his mask being taking off of him.

Then Lucifer whip his head towards Mammon and Satan, and runs towards them tackling them into the wall, and quickly grab both masks, breaking them while there is on his brothers faces. Both Mammon and Satan immediately fall on to the floor.

Then Lucifer turns his attention to Beel, who threw a punch at him, by quickly ducking and grabbing Beel by the torso and slamming him on the ground, and use both fists to slam on Beel’s face breaking the mask.

Lucifer is breathing heavily turn his head towards Asmo, who is shaking in fear.

“Lucifer, I- we ~” but he quickly met with a hand grabbing the lower part of his mask, and Lucifer pull Asmo’s mask up, because the curse on the mask, Asmo entire body followed his mask. Lucifer lifted him up over him, flipping Asmo over and slamming him on the empty exam table. Lucifer uses his other hand to grab Asmo’s chin, pry the mask off him.

Then finally, Lucifer growls and slowly turns his head to the youngest, who is still disbelief to all just happen. But quickly snap out of his shock by a hand grabbing him by the neck. Lucifer hoist him by neck, with his feet off the ground. Lucifer, slowly tighten his grip and slowly uses his other hand to grab and crush the mask on Belphie, then he lets go of his brother’s neck let him fall it to the ground.

He pants and look down at Belphie, before let out a monstrous roar.

An hour later

Mammon was the first one to wake up rubbing his head, start looking around. Soon one by one the brothers stared to wake up.

Then Asmo gasps and covered his mouth in fear to what he sees right now.

Lucifer kneeling on the ground, cradling you in his arms, as he sobs and racking back and forth.

Belphie is guilt redden, and chatting no, and quickly got up and rushes towards the two of you, But Lucifer roars at him, causing Belphie to stop dead on his track, and startling the others.

“DON’T YOU DARE TAKE ONE MORE FUCKING STEP CLOSER, IF YOU DON’T WANT TO BE KILLED!” Lucifer warns his baby brother and extension to the others. “I DON’T WANT TO SEE ANY OF YOU RIGHT NOW! LEAVE!!!”

Knowing that Lucifer is trying his best not to attack them right now, all of them quickly ran out of the room, leaving you two alone.

Lucifer whisper an apology, as he holds you tighter giving you warmth. You stared shifted in his arms trying to move your body.

“Love please, don’t move” his voice sound hoarse. “I’m sorry”

You lean closer into him, as you grab his chest, to calm him down.

“I’m…fine…. I…. just…. need…. some…. rest, that’s all” you start crying in his chest.

“I’ll make sure you have it love, now rest. I need to calm myself first. I won’t leave your side”

Note: Oh Man! I really when overboard with this one.

Its kinda my way to make up for the lack of action in my Pain of Love Fic.

Anyway thank you to @fickleminder and @amistytown for their post. I really need something for Lucifer’s story

I'll be posting the next story next week, I need to write some fluff to wash some of the angst. with my The sea for two (Leviathan X MC) fanfic.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me reader x lucifer #obey me shall we date #obey me he snaps one shot #obey me blood

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still-a-morosexual-help · 2 years

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Ok ok ok, I KNOW this is probably 50% "copium" and tw for (in game) Mammon abuse but...how do you feel about the headcannon (?) that the "stringing from ceiling" thing is an inside joke? We know that Mammon's Lucy's favorite, and in Mammon's demon form, he has bat wings. Wouldn't that essentially mean that Lucy stringing Mammon from the ceiling is...tucking him in? (I know, I know, game doesn't seem to present it that way, but isn't that cute?)

Andksktwjkz okay so this headcanon is absolutely adorable!!? All I can think about are those baby bat blanket burritos (& try saying that six times faster) and just!!?🥰

And now here's me going on a tiny bit of a tangent:

So there was this tumblr post (maybe a week back) of a large bat flying (in slow motion I think ?) and someone had reblogged it saying that's how dragons' wings work/dragons fly and I can't stop thinking about that...... because, hear me out, what if Mammon's wings are actually dragon wings?

Like:

1.) Dragons notoriously hoard treasure

2.) The black and white colouring of them and the odd angle they're at would fit better with dragon wings than bat

I just. I've been obsessed with this thought for a week now. Someone pls talk to me about it.

Edit:

Thank you to @undeaddevildom who said

Because they're 100% right and this is gonna haunt me for the rest of my life💀

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with-love-from-hell · 2 years

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Asmo comforting a Chubby!Mc who is self-conscious about their body

Request by @theorriginalolivejar

“...I present to you a chubby GN mc x Asmo where MC is self conscious about their body and Asmo comforts them over it. You could even make it so they've been self conscious for a while and started wearing baggier/looser clothes that Asmo can't stand...or something along those lines... The main things I want is fluff/comfort, a chubby GN Reader, and the same vibe as the last mc you had...”

Yet another glorious request. I hope I once again did you justice!!! I love me a chaotic Mc and just HAD to write another! You played right into my hand! >:) This is a bit different from the Body Image Series, but still in the same realm, so I will link to that HERE if anyone wants some more comfort-type stuff relating to body image!

Genre: comfort, fluff,

Mc characteristics: Gender neutral (they/them pronouns), chubby, slightly chaotic

WC: ~1.7k

Cw: poor body image, negative self talk, swearing

The past week at RAD had been very hard for you. The insecurities that would sometimes bubble up in your subconscious have started haunting you again, and it’s been really hard to stay focused on anything other than how much you hate the way you look. You’ve been distancing yourself from everyone, and they’ve definitely all noticed some changes in your demeanor.

It all started when a pair of your favorite jeans ripped right in the damn crotch (If you had one Grimm for every time this happened, Mammon would probably be begging you for money more often). Then, a bunch of your clothes shrunk in the wash when that stupid sorcerer decided to play a prank on you by switching your laundry-detergent with an Elixir of Downsizing. You were so frustrated in the moment that you just threw the clothes away, not thinking that the spell could just be undone. Now, you were left only with some of the clothes that hide in the back of your closet because you never wear them- many of them you don’t feel the most confident in.

You often go shopping for clothes alone, so you don’t really change that habit in Devildom. After all, you dont want 7 super-hot men standing outside a fitting room while you changed, waiting for you to show off your body.

Or, Well...maybe you do...but not with how you felt in your skin right at this moment.

As you were trying on new pants in Majolish, you find yourself feeling defeated with all the options that just weren’t working. You found some that fit, but you didn’t like how they looked on you...

This one came down too far below your feet...That one makes you look like you’re going to pick your kids up from soccer practice...Ah shit, this one wont even button up over your tummy because its a hip-riding style...This one- oh! this one looks good- wait. no. it has a weird floral pattern on the ass pockets...god dammit!

Nothing was working! UGH!

You kicked off the pants and put back on the stuff you walked in with. Maybe you’ll just get some clothes that are baggy to just hide your figure...yeah, that will do for now. You were tired of shopping anyway, so you just resided yourself to get some athleisure pants that stretch in the waist, and some shirts that are very clearly meant for someone at least 3 sizes bigger than you.

You checked out at the register with a way-too-bubbly employee who was determined to get you to join their platinum membership program. You knew she was just doing her job, but for Christ's sake you didn’t want the damn rewards card!

You sulked home in your new ill-fitting clothes. You felt like shit, but you felt better than you would if you’d have kept trying on clothes. It really tanked your self-esteem to try on so many things and have NOTHING work. This happened in the human world too, but at least there were stores specifically dedicated to bigger bodies that had things you knew you liked- even if they were pricy as hell.

Upon entering the House of Lamentation, you were greeted by a squealing Asmo throwing his entire body into your arms.

You were barely able to catch him with the Majolish bags in your hands. “Ack- Asmo! Warn me next time, will ya?”

He noticed the bags in your hands and scrunched his face at you- almost like a 5 year old who had been told they can’t have ice cream for dinner. “Mc! Did you seriously go shopping without me!?”

You sighed and dropped him out of your arms. He barely caught himself, clearly not expecting you to let go. This was a bad move though, because now he started whining at you in that tone...you know, the one that just pushed every single one of your buttons at the same time...which was something you really didn’t need right now.

“uuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhhh.” He groaned dramatically. “Mc!! Why don’t you ever take me with when you go shoppinnnngggg.”

You sighed in frustration. “Asmo, I have told you a bajillion times that I don’t like shopping for clothes with other people.”

He crossed his arms and pouted at you, continuing the child-like attitude. “Bajillion isn’t even a number.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed past him. Despite his brattiness, you did really love Asmo to pieces...But right now you just wanted to be alone.

Asmo was only pretending to be mad at you, but he noticed how short you were with him and he grew worried. Did something happen? He tailed you up the stairs, following you to your room. As he followed, he noticed what you were wearing. Why on earth were you wearing such unflattering clothing? It was so huge on you??? You definitely would look better in something he would pick out...if you’d just take him with.

“Mc, wait! is this what you bought from the store?” He pulled at the back of your shirt causing you to stop and turn to him.

“Yes, it is. I couldn’t find anything that fit me so...” You stretched the shirt out in your hands as you spoke, a sadness evident on your face

Asmo scrunched his face again and shook his head. “This is why you need to take me with you. I would find the perfect outfits.”

You sighed and started walking again. You really weren’t in the mood.

“Seriously!” He jogged to your side to keep pace with your quick movements. “I just want to help!”

“What if I don’t want your help?!” you snapped at him, stopping outside your bedroom door.

Asmo was taken aback by your sharp words. You usually weren’t this irritable...what was going on with you? And besides, who wouldn’t want his help? He was the most fashionable demon in all of Devildom after all.

You rolled your eyes once more and entered your room. Asmo caught your door right as you were about to shut it in his face and barged his way into your room. You groaned. “Asmo, I really just want to go to sleep. Can you please just leave me alone?”

He plopped down on your bed and crossed his legs, the familiar playful pout sprouted on his face. “Make me."

You pinched the bridge of your nose. He truly was insufferable sometimes. Finally you caved.

“Fine, you can stay, but I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” You flipped off your light and curled up into yourself under your covers.

Asmo remained seated at the edge of your bed. He glared at your lump your body made out of the bed sheets. he didn't understand why you were acting this way, but figured it had something to do with how crappy you've been feeling the whole week. He had caught you hiding your body more than usual in blankets or by using your arms to shield your tummy when you were lounging around the house. Maybe you were just feeling insecure...

Then, a light bulb seemed to appear over his head. Oooo he had the perfect idea.

Asmo flew out your door in a rush. He needed to get to Majolish before they close!

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You awoke early the next morning to Asmodeus pile-driving onto you.

“Oof-” He knocked the breath right out of you. You knew he probably was mad that you didn’t hang out with him last night, but fuck. "Asmo, for the love-"

“Goooood morninnnggg.” He cooed, twisting a strand of your hair with his index finger. A wide mischievous smile spread across his lips. “I have a surprise for my favorite-est most beautiful-est human!”

You stared at him, deadpan, with your eyebrows raised. “What the heck are you talking about? And why are you talking to me like that?”

“Well!” He smiled even wider. “I figured that if you didn’t want me to go to the store with you, I’d bring the store to us!”

Your eyes widened. What the fuck was he going on about, now??

He leaped off of your bed and pulled you by the arm, trying to get you up to come to his room. you sighed and decided to humor him. You did really miss spending time with him last night, after all.

As you entered his room, you gasped at the sheer amount of clothing that was...well, frankly it was everywhere.

"Asmo, what...why?!" You spun to face him, awestruck.

He let out a high-pitch giggle. "Isn't it glorious!!! We can have a shopping day all to ourselves! Anything you don't like, I'll go return. Don't worry, I got some stuff for me too!"

You finally shook yourself out of your daze. "Jesus Asmo, you really have lost it haven't you?"

He clicked his tongue and pulled you onto his bed by your hand. He looked deeply into your eyes and spoke with complete sincerity. "Mc, I am truly worried about you. You don't look happy, and you've had this sour mood all week. I heard about Solomon's shitty prank and I know that you have a hard time shopping for clothes because you feel bad about yourself."

You tensed. "It's fine Asmo, really." What a lie.

He shook his head. "Its not. And I want to help you feel good about yourself. So I took the liberty of blocking out your whole day to try on clothes with me. Just us two. No one else!"

You hesitated, hiding your stomach with your arms. "I don't know Asmo...I really don't like trying on clothes in front of other people...besides, how did you know what size to get?"

He sighed and seemed to ponder for a moment. "Ok, how about this! You try one outfit. And if I can't convince you that you're the most beautiful thing in the whole world, then we can stop."

You eyed him. He had a genuine smile on his face, and a desperate plea was evident behind his eyes. You finally gave him a smirk back. "Are you gonna try to make me join a reward program if I lose?"

He cackled at your joke. Asmo was elated to see that your usual light-hearted self was back. He ushered you to his bathroom, where he had set up a curtain rod for easy access. He told you to wait while he dug through some of the clothes in his room. He tapped his chin thoughtfully before finally picking out a purple blouse and a pair of black skinny jeans to go with it.

"Here!" He announced, shoving the garments into your hands.

You eyed them suspiciously. "I dont know..."

"Just try 'em!" he winked at you before turning and closing the curtains behind him. He plopped down on his bed and excitedly fidgeted with his scarf while he waited for you.

You were surprised at how much you liked the blouse. It was flowy, but it didn't drown you...and wow...how was it that the jeans hugged your curves in the just the way you wanted them too?? You had spent so long looking for high rise skinnies at Majolish- how the hell did Asmo find them?!

You looked at yourself in the mirror for a bit before nervously turning toward the curtain. You took a deep breath before stepping out sheepishly.

Asmo jumped up and ran to you, having you do all sorts of turns, lifting your arms, and stretching out your legs. He stepped back with his fingers over his mouth and a puzzled look on his face, as if he was calculating something in his head.

"Hmm...thats odd." He muttered to himself, pretending to furrow his brow, but clearly hiding a smirk.

You felt yourself grow nervous at his behavior. "Wh-what is it?"

He then moved his hands from his face, and replaced his expression with one of pure joy. "I can't seem to find a single thing wrong with the way you look in this outfit. Wanna know why?"

You stared at him blankly.

He giggled at your confused reaction. "Because you're perfect, Silly!" He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into a tight hug. Suddenly, you felt yourself lifted off the floor as he twirled you around in his arms.

How...unexpected?

He set you down, giggling like an idiot. "I almost couldn't keep a straight face when you came out. You look absolutely stunning! Please tell me you like it!!"

You blushed. "I...yeah. I do like it."

He clapped his hands rapidly and jumped up and down. "Does this mean you'll try on more?!"

You smiled at him. "Well...Maybe you had a slight point about me needing your help."

He hugged you again, and immediately went searching for more clothes to give you. By far, it was the best shopping experience you've ever had. There were few- if any- things you didn't like out of the clothing Asmo picked out for you. And every time you stepped out to show him a new outfit, he gushed about how good you looked in it. Your confidence was boosted by 100%.

Your day couldn't have started off any better, and when you finally picked the outfits you were keeping for your new wardrobe, Asmo was satisfied. You both ended you day just as good. In order to prank Solomon back, Asmo put cursed hot-pink hair dye in his shampoo that wouldn't come out unless he gave you an apology.

#Obey Me!#Obey me swd #shall we date: Obey me #obey me fic #Obey me #obey me fluff #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me imagines #the body image series #comission #request

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strawberry-cowmilk · 1 year

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K here is a scary one. Unfortinately Halloween is over. Whatever. MC and and her brother pull a prank on the datables and brothers. MC suggest they should watch a supposedly haunted copy of Terrifier (2016). While the end credits start to roll after the ending the brother comes into the room dressed as Art the klown. Let's say that the brother looks exactly like him in costume. Boys reactions to the movie and to the prank.

Hi! Halloween is not over unless you want it to be ♡ I tried going to the family dinner in a halloween-inspired outfit last week. Anyways, on with the request, I hope you like it

mc and their brother prank the obey me cast

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

a/n: I didn't watch the movie but according to the summary on wikipedia, it has a lot of gore scenes (it's really bad according to me). Maybe don't watch this if you're like me and cry at the sight of blood. Also, no Luke in this because this movie isn't child-friendly.

content warnings: pranking, mentions of gore, mentions/implication of vomiting

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Lucifer

horror movies don't affect him too much, he knows it's fake and is the type of dude who could fall asleep while the characters on the screen are screaming

so, when he saw your brother in the clown costume, lucifer didn't really bat an eye

'very funny, now take the costume off, Diavolo is here'

Mammon

mammon can't handle horror very well, but he acts like he does to look cool (nobody buys it)

after the movie was over, he declared that it wasn't scary at all, and nobody would ever be spooked by it

however when your brother showed up, mammon screeched and ran out of the room, climbing over levi and belphie on the couch and knocking over two vases in the process

Leviathan

levi enjoys horror, and it does scare him but it's the kind of fear you'd feel after the bread comes out of the toaster with jumpscares (you're scared for 2 seconds only before realising it's just bread)

still, he'd like it more if the movie was animated, partly because the gore will not be realistic anymore

levi felt the same toaster-fear after seeing your brother in the clown costume

Satan

he honestly wanted to see more plot in the movie, but neither horror or gore disturb him too much

satan didn't even notice your brother walked in dressed as the clown until he heard mammon scream and a vase breaking

it didn't scare him, and honestly, his experience pranking lucifer made him think the prank was predictable

Asmodeus

asmo can enjoy some good horror movies, but this doesn't count for straight up slasher films, he feels like he has to sit in a bath for hours afterwards despite being a demon

when he sees your brother, he screams a little before getting mad at him for the petty joke

he's going to do some research on future movie night films

Beelzebub

beel loves watching movies because of the food that will be present, but he felt a little bit uneasy eating while something like this was playing on the screen

the prank didn't scare him, he was enjoying some candy bar and that deserved more of his attention than a dude in a clown costume

beel asks you if you're okay after everything, what if the movie was too much for a human to handle?

Belphegor

he fell asleep right at the start of the movie, abd woke up during some violent scene in the middle

so it's this kind of movie? well, belphie's going straight back to sleep

also he would have slept through the prank if only it didn't cause a chaos, he just woke up and squinted his eyes to see what's happening

Diavolo

this man is always so happy to watch movies with everyone, but this is one of the cases where he goes in smiling and cones out questioning why he came

so these are human world movies? interesting to know

the prank didn't really scare him, if it did, it would have been like levi's toaster-fear, diavolo appreciates the effort but thinks it's not funny

Barbatos

to be honest, he's pretty disappointed

you got the whole devildom prince sitting here and this is the kind of quality of movie you decide to show him? and personally barbatos prefers films with more plot

the prank was the final blow he needed to leave, he made up some work related excuse and left

Simeon

he's never been happier with his choice to not bring luke to this movie night

simeon can handle horror and gore normally, but he had to look away from some scenes in this film for the sake of the food he just ate

and honestly, he too could see the prank coming

Solomon

solomon is kind of the same as simeon, though his tolerance for highly violent scenes is higher than the angel's

and the prank itself wasn't all too funny to him

the funniest parts to solomon were mammon's escape act, barbatos awkwardly leaving and asmo's yelling at your brother

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me swd #obey me imagines #gn!mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me barbatos #belphegor obey me #beelzebub obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #tw vomit #tw gore

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amor-immortalem · 3 years

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An Alternate Path

Genre: Angst

A/N: Originally this was supposed to be a two-part mini fic but people asked about a part three. I wasn’t sure where else to exactly go from there since the end of the second part felt so final for me. But then, inspired by a comment on the 2nd part, I began to think about how it would have gone if Arella hadn’t been revived with Mammon’s blood. Think of this as the bad end to the AU. This is the final part.

obviously spoilers for the lesson 16 incident and for lesson 50 (i think… correct me if Im wrong)

Replaced part 1

The Good/True End

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He sits in his room starting at the dried blood on his hands, heart aching from the loss of his mate. It had only been mere hours since Barbatos had taken her body to prepare for funeral rites but to the Avatar of Greed, it had felt like centuries. Why? He’s asked himself this question over and over. Why didn’t you check on her sooner? Why didn’t you call or text? Why didn’t you notice? Why didn’t you feel something was wrong through your pact?

As much as he wants to, Mammon has no more tears left to cry. His human is gone, never to return and it was the fault of him and his brother. He should have been there sooner. Should have reminded her how much he cared. Should have done a lot of things. He had every opportunity to, but he squandered all of it.

He rakes his hands through his hair as they whys replay in his head. The demon doesn’t have an answer for them- none that would satisfy them, at least. He lets out a yell as grief turns to rage and nothing of value is spared from his violence. Items and trinkets knock from their shelves, furniture overturned, by time the second-born was done, his room looked like a war zone.

It’s only then that Mammon collapses to his knees and lets out a broken wail as he can hear the restless cawing of his crows outside.

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Levi is alone in his room, having shut himself away hours ago. Laying in his bathtub bed, the Avatar of Envy loses himself to his thoughts and the view of the water above him. He can’t help but think about what would have happened if he had put his foot down when Asmo approached him to recruit him in helping his little matchmaking plan for Melissa and Satan.

And then his thoughts focus in on the other human. If she had never come, if they had never welcomed her into their lives through the exchange programme... Arella would still be alive. She’d still be sitting here, playing video games and helping him decide which anime he should choose to watch when there was a conflict of time slots. They’d still be talking about their Husbandos and Waifus just as they always had. But she’s not here. She never will be anymore. All because he didn’t have the spine to act like the older brother and tell Asmo no. Because he allowed his younger brother to monopolize his time.

His best friend is gone and he was part of the problem that led up to that. Levi has never felt so much self-hatred before and, just like with Lilith, he doesn’t know how to come to terms with the loss of another person so dear to him. For now, he’ll just lay here and waste away like the filthy, yucky otaku he is, wishing there was a way he could go back and undo it all or hoping that this was all just some horrible nightmare that his brain has conjured up.

“She’ll be back in the morning... right? She’s just sleeping over at the castle, right?!”

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Beel just eats. He eats and eats and eats to make the pain go away but just like his endless hunger, the pain never stops. He feels so empty inside that the only other option is to gorge himself until he physically can’t hold it anymore and vomits before he goes back for more until the cycle repeats and he runs out of food. The loss of their favorite human is killing him now- the grief of it squeezing his heart like an anaconda.

If he would have just gone to invite her to that new café she had wanted to visit with him only an hour sooner, this could have been stopped. But he didn’t. He didn’t and that’s what cuts deepest. He should have noticed when she stopped coming to dinner, or skipping breakfast, or not joining the student council for lunch day after day. He should have realized something was wrong then. But he chose to ignore it, thinking it was just one of those ‘moods’ Arella had told him about human women experiencing at certain times of the month. He thought he was helping by giving her space these last few weeks but Beel knows now that he was dead wrong.

Who would be his food buddy now? Who would let him drag them all over town in order to try out restaurant after restaurant, café and café? Sure, he had Belphie to take with him but his younger twin never really showed the same excitement when it came to trying out all the different food and drink options on the menu. The demon doesn’t realize he’s crying until the tear drops hit his hands. She only needed one of them to take a moment to see her and none of them could be bothered do just that.

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Belphegor only wants to sleep. He wants to sleep and never wake up again. In his dreams is where Arella is, happy, smiling, laughing. That laugh will haunt his waking moments forever as he realizes that for the second time, the Avatar of Sloth has caused her death. Belphie was only one of two brothers who rejected Asmo when they asked him to help with that damn plan of his. It had been too long since he and Arella had napped together after school or plotted something with Satan as part of the Anti-Lucifer league. How he missed those days.

He can feel the tears pool in his eyes as he curls up into a ball on the bed in the attic. He wonders if he had just stayed up here forever instead of trying to trick Arella into setting him free, would this hole in his chest disappear? As he buries his face into the body pillow Arella had gifted him for his birthday this year, he cries himself to sleep- indulges himself in all the good memories they had made together after she had forgiven him for everything he had done to her.

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Asmodeus is lost. They stare and stare at their skincare products trying to will themself to start their nightly skincare routine. How could they have been so foolish? The passage of time is so different to humans than it is to demons. They had only meant to take a month to match Satan and Melissa up so how had it turned to eleven already?! The Avatar of Lust wants to scream. Both at themself and no one at all. Hot tears still sting their eyes as they shapeshift. They change and they change and they change forms- any number of features forming and then shifting away as they try to find a look that they won’t recognize themself in but it doesn’t work. Asmo’s not able to look themself in the mirror for the rest of the night as they just crash down on their bed. They want to mark up their beautiful body into some hideous to match the feelings crushing their heart. Asmo wants to do something- anything- to themself to experience even a fraction of the pain Arella must have felt but all the demon feels now is just hollowness.

Their phone is vibrating on the bed next to them- a call from Solomon. No doubt he could feel Asmo’s distress through the pact they share but the Avatar of Lust is too tired from hours of ugly crying and most certainly not in the mood to speak to anyone- pact master or otherwise. The phone goes unanswered.

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Satan has his head buried in the books. He’s been at this for hours- there must be a way to bring her back to them! Melissa is with him, bringing whatever books he asks for in his search as she too is eager to bring the lost human back to this plane of existence. There was so much they wanted to do with her. From watching cheesy mystery dramas together to forming a small book club consisting of just the three of them, none of that would come to pass now.

As book after book turns up dead ends, the demon just buries his head in his hands. It feels pointless now. Who was he to play God with life and death? The thought of never seeing his friend alive once more is enough to break the Avatar of Wrath as his shoulders shake with violent sobs. He wants to go on a rampage- destroy the whole city but what would that fix? It certainly wouldn’t bring her back.

As the demon continues to cry, Melissa only wraps her arms around him and he returns the gesture. She runs her fingers through his blonde hair in an effort to calm him and it seems to work, if only for a little while. She pulls a chair up to sit next to him as she holds his hand in hers.

“Tell me about your favorite memories with her,” They girl begins, “We can’t undo what was done, but we can keep her memory alive by sharing the good times.”

And so, they talk late into the night, Satan smiling at all the memories of Arella that he holds close to his heart.

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“Hi this is Arella! I’m sorry I can’t get to the phone right now but leave a message after the beep.... Beeeeeeeeeep”

The sound of his brother’s laughter followed by Mammon calling Arella a dork in the background can be heard at the end of the greeting on her D.D.D.’s voicemail. The Avatar of Pride can only smile with tear-stained cheeks. He was beyond intoxicated, having just finished his fourth bottle of demonus for the night. He can feel the anguish his brothers have been going through all night and it only makes his sorrow deeper.

When Arella first arrived, all Lucifer cared about was keeping her alive long enough to make it through the year. She was unimportant to him outside of the viability of the exchange programme. Back then, he would have laughed at himself for the state he was in currently. She was just a human. Why did it matter if she lived or died if it didn’t affect the exchange programme?

But she wasn’t just a human. She was their human. She was special to him. And now she was gone. There was no second chance. There would be no merging of timelines to keep her alive. Fate was cruel, but sometimes Diavolo could be crueler.

Lucifer knew his longtime friend had a reason for this. He was teaching the brothers a lesson with her death. As much as it hurt now to lose another part of this family, things would get easier as the years went on regardless of how horribly they all would miss her. This was a lesson he and his brothers would not soon forget.

Cracking open his fifth bottle of demonus, the first-born scrolls through devilgram, saving pictures on her profile to be used in the memorial service. One of Arella with each of his brothers and himself and multiple pictures she’d taken with all eight of them from their adventures throughout the years that they’d all been together.

He lets his mind wander back over the last eleven months. All the red flags he had missed with his rose-colored glasses. They all made sense to him now. All the time she spent isolating herself from them, skipping meals, leaving either incredibly early for school or incredibly late for school. She was trying to get them to notice her over Melissa. He regrets their last interaction from a few months back. The way there had clearly been something wrong, yet he chose to lecture her about attending RAD on time as to not disgrace Diavolo. How he wishes he could take it back.

As the only brother save for Belphegor not conscripted to help Asmo in his ridiculous plan, Lucifer should have been the first to reach out to her. He may have been buried under paperwork, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t just sit and talk while he worked. He regrets not calling or checking up on her.

A video plays on her devilgram. It was from one of the nights they had spent up in the human world last summer.

“Awww, come one, Lucifer. It won’t be that bad. We’ll have those flowers from the fairy rings and make it back in one piece. I promise to keep Mammon under control so we won’t cause any trouble.”

The Avatar of Pride clicks out of the app as he feels more tears gather in his eyes. He can’t do this right now. Not tonight.

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Her service was beautiful- Or at least that’s what Lucifer tells Mammon as he and the rest of their brothers return home. Mammon wanted to go, he really did, but with it only being a few days removed from her death, the second-born couldn’t bring himself to go. It wasn’t because he didn’t love her or didn’t want to celebrate his mate’s life but it was still far too painful for him.

Part of him was still in denial over it too. Somehow, he’d managed to convince himself that she wasn’t gone. She was just stuck up in the human world and had forgotten her D.D.D here so he couldn’t call her. The logical side of him knew it wasn’t the case and every time he was reminded of it, it threw the Avatar of Greed into a deeper pit of despair. He’d spent some nights since she’d passed alone, crying himself to sleep begging for his human to come back to him others he would just lie awake, tracing over where her mark from their pact had been etched into his chest, set right over his heart.

Suddenly years have gone by now. His brothers have made peace with her passing but Mammon cannot. Visiting her grave never helps to ease the pain either, but still he goes. If Arella’s spirit still lingers, no doubt she would be upset if he didn’t go. It would only serve to prove her dying thoughts true when they couldn’t have been further from the truth.

“Hey, Treasure... Miss me?” There’s no one here but Mammon and a tombstone. “I miss you... everyday... So much changes every year... Both Asmo, Levi, ‘n Satan got kids now... little girls for them and Levi has a boy...” He pauses to take a shuddering breath as the cold wind blows. “Can ya believe it? The first kids born ta this family and their both girls and then we got a boy... sweet little things too- alla ‘em. I wish ya coulda been there ta meet them... Actually, looking at my brothers with their kids, it makes me wonder what ours woulda been like, ya know? And I wish none of this woulda happened... you deserved so much better than me ‘n I knew that. We all knew that. But ya chose me anyway and look where it got ya... Six feet under... If I could go back and do it all over again I would. I woulda told ya what was goin’ on. I woulda spent more time with ya. I woulda... woulda proposed... made sure you knew how much I loved ya everyday... I know ya probably can’t hear me, but I’m so sorry... for everything! I love you so much that I can’t move on and I won’t. If I die single then that’s fine by me.”

As he cries, thinking he’s alone, Arella watches from her seat on her tombstone. None of the brothers knew it but she’d been watching all this time. It wasn’t until she passed that she realized how deep their feelings ran and part of her wishes she would have waited just a bit longer before leaving for the human world that night.

She tries her best to let them know she’s there- that she loves them and is watching over them with Lilith, but she’s not strong enough to do more than move small objects around. She hopes that they’d notice but they never do.

As she hops off of her tombstone, Arella crouches down next to her mate. The best she can do for him is conjure a warm breeze as her spirit leans over to press a kiss that he’ll never feel to his cheek. Upon the breeze, he can hear a soft whisper of a reply.

“I love you too.”

And it's that reply that reassures him she’s there and she always will be. He hopes maybe in another life they’ll meet again and get to have the happy ending they never got to have in this one.

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petty ghost haunts their murderer but doesn’t actually do anything vengeful, more at eleven

note from kin: i don’t even know what this is myself to be honest but the simple way of putting it is that you were accidentally killed by one of satan’s fits of rage and now your ghost follows him around and messes with him at any given opportunity out of pettiness

basically i came up with the prompt ‘vengeful spirit is more of a slightly miffed and extremely petty spirit who doesn’t actually do much but inconvenience their hauntee, shenanigans ensue’ and ran with it

(as a heads up, reader is not mc in this situation, and this takes place before any of the exchange program stuff, so belphie’s not in the attic and solomon and the angels aren’t in the devildom)

fandom: obey me!

character(s): gn!reader, satan, beelzebub

pairing(s): satan/reader (though it isn’t particularly romantic since you’re, y’know, dead, so it’s more of a satan & reader)

warning(s): references to death, beel eats an entire rotisserie chicken

genre: crack (with a bit of fluff i guess???)

“For the last time, [Name], put the knife down.”

“Bite me, bitch-boy.”

Satan lets out a long-suffering sigh and sets down his mug of coffee, then reaches out and carefully pushes the floating butter knife pointed directly at his jugular back down onto the table. “I don’t know why you keep trying that. You do know it wouldn’t actually get through my skin even if you did manage to hit me, right?”

“It’s the thought that counts,” comes your disembodied voice from somewhere near the ceiling. You’ve probably decided to float up there to sulk like you always do after a failed attack.

“I’d prefer you didn’t think about it at all.”

A still-wet towel pulls itself from the rack on the wall and hits him square in the face. Satan gives an exasperated groan as it slides down his face and lands on the table with a soft splat.

“That’s what you get,” You sniff indignantly, finally materialising in front of him with a scowl. You’re floating upside down in a way that makes it look like you’re standing on the ceiling. “Buttface.”

“Come on, you can come up with better material than that,” Satan shakes his head, pushing back his chair and picking up the wet towel you’ve just flung at him to hang it back up again. “Where did all your creativity from yesterday go?”

“Six feet under with the remains of my body, probably,” you reply with a scowl. Then, as an afterthought, you add, “Confounded cheese wheel.”

“Oh, that’s a new one,” He comments, mildly surprised. “Where’d you pick that up?”

“Made it up myself. Ha!” You bob past him and through the wall, most likely to go terrorise Mammon by making his lights flicker on and off again. “Guess my creativity isn’t as dead as I am after all.”

“You still haven’t gotten over that, I see.” He sighs.

Your head immediately pops back out of the wall and glares across the room at him. “Excuse me?”

“It’s been weeks now - months, even,” Satan explains carefully as he sits back down at the table, not wanting to aggravate you further. The last time he'd brought something like this up, he’d ended up making you so angry that you’d managed to become physically corporeal enough to fling him across the room. “I would have thought you’d have passed on by now, that’s all. Surely it doesn’t take this long for the gates to the Celestial Realm to open?”

You consider his words, apparently appeased by their logic. “...I guess. Maybe I’m not passing on because I can’t rest in peace yet, like the ghosts do in horror films.”

“They’re films, you can’t expect to apply what happens in them to reality,” Satan replies flatly. “Besides, even if that was the situation, you've met all the criteria to 'rest in peace’, haven't you?”

“Are you trying to tell me, the dead one here, what merits as ‘resting in peace’?” You counter, floating back through the wall so that your entire body is in the room again. “My murderer’s still walking about like he doesn’t dress in the entire green colour spectrum and think it’s a good idea. How am I supposed to rest in peace knowing that?”

Satan looks down at his outfit, a little offended. “What’s wrong with my clothes?”

“What’s right with your clothes?” You shoot back, drifting over to him and passing a ghostly hand through his shoulder, apparently too lazy to muster up the energy to make your hand physical enough to touch him. “Look at it! Your blazer doesn’t even have lapels!”

“It isn’t a blazer.”

“Jacket, then.” You make a move as if to pinch at the fabric, but your fingers just pass right through it like a hot knife through butter. “It doesn’t even fit you. The sleeves are too short.”

Satan resists the urge to roll his eyes. “I wouldn’t be able to wear it if it didn’t fit me. Besides, why does it matter to you?”

“The demon I might be doomed to be attached to for the rest of my afterlife has the worst fashion sense in all three realms is the matter,” You sigh dramatically and float up to the ceiling again. “Why do you even wear rip-off jeans if you’re going to put a belt over it?”

“First of all, they aren’t rip-off jeans,” Satan tells you as you start idly making the kitchen light flicker. He should probably tell you to stop doing that whenever you get bored, but he’s gotten so used to it at this point that he can’t really be bothered to. “And, second of all, why does it matter if I’m wearing a belt on it?”

“Rip-off jeans are meant to be ripped off,” You explain with all the patience of a mother explaining something to a curious child, completely disregarding Satan’s first point. “Putting a belt on top of it kind makes that redundant.”

Satan thinks about it for a moment and begrudgingly comes to the conclusion that your statement is correct - not that it makes a difference to him. “...they’re still not rip-off jeans.”

“Think whatever you want to think, burro verde.”

“What?”

“It means green donkey in Spanish.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “Where’d you get that from?”

“I took Spanish for, like, three years when I was in high school,” You shrug, and the light brightens and dims slightly with the movement of your shoulders, as if it’s shrugging with you. “Failed all the exams, but at least I got something worthwhile out of it.”

“Three years of linguistic lessons and all you learn is how to string together bizarre insults,” Satan shakes his head. “You really are incorrigible.”

“That’s a big word. You sure you know what it means?”

“Of course I do,” He gives you a slightly disgruntled look. “I wouldn’t use it if I didn’t. What do you take me for?”

“Someone who doesn’t know what incorrigible means, obviously.” You pretend to aim a kick at the spider perched quietly in the corner of the ceiling, but Timothy ignores your efforts to boot him from his web. After a moment, growing tired of bothering the little guy, you ask, “...what does it mean?”

Satan snickers, then answers, sounding as if he’s reading the definition directly out of a dictionary, “In reference to a person or their behaviour, unable to be changed or reformed.”

You contemplate his words for a few seconds. “Is that a good thing?”

“Not usually when that particular word is used for it, no.”

“Oh. Bitch.”

He pauses at that, moving his mug of now marginally cooler coffee away from his mouth again, having been in the middle of taking another sip when you decided to insult him again. “Where did that come from?”

“You called me incorrigible, which you just said is not a good thing to be,” You explain as if it’s obvious, frowning down at him. “So I’m taking it as an insult and insulting you back. Bitch.”

“You didn’t have to say it again.”

“I didn’t, but it’s fun to call you names.” You snort and glide down from the ceiling to float above the table, crossing your legs and pretending to sit down on it. “It’s not as fun as it used to be, though. You never get all puffed up about it anymore.”

“That’s your own fault for doing it so much that I got used to it,” Satan reproaches. “Besides, it was pointless getting angry. It’s not like I can do anything to you in return.”

“You could ignore me and pretend I don’t exist or something.”

“Is that what you want me to do?”

“No!” You hurriedly throw up your hands in a gesture of surrender and shake your head so hard that Satan swears he actually feels a breeze - an even more impressive achievement considering that your body isn’t even tangible. “Please don’t. You’re the only being in the entire universe that I can actually interact with.”

“Sometimes I wonder if that is a good thing,” Satan mutters.

“It’s a good thing for me, and that’s all that matters,” You reply, unfazed.

No one other than Satan appears to have the ability to see you, which is an odd thing in and of itself. Ghosts aren’t a foreign thing to the Devildom - they’re so common that you could probably just walk into a convenience store and find one shelving cans of soup - but you don’t seem to follow any of the rules that they do. Sometimes Satan wonders if you’re able to actively choose to not allow his brothers to see you as you drift around the house, but then again, he’s pretty sure that, if you had the option to make Lucifer watch you pretend to fist fight that weird skeleton hanging in his room, you definitely would.

Satan doesn’t pretend to understand the laws of your otherworldly existence - he’s read so many variations on the rules behind lingering spirits like you that he can scarcely tell the difference between pure fiction and actual logical hypothesis. It’s easy enough to wrangle you into behaving for a day so that he can observe you properly by promising to leave his radio on for you while he’s out, but the observations themselves never seem to lead to anything. He knows that you’re able to pass through any physical object (as far as he knows), can make lights (of both the electronic and candle variety) flicker at will, can muster up enough physicality to move and touch things if you try, and can phase in and out of perceivable view, but he doesn’t know why you can do any of those things.

“Quit trying to come up with explanations for everything,” You’d told him wisely a month or so ago, when you’d floated in on him muttering to himself about the possibility of something called ‘ether energy’. “You’re just gonna give yourself a headache.”

Then you’d started making his candles flicker like disco lights until he stopped.

“...but I don’t think he spotted me, since he probably would’ve commented on the floating meat cleaver if he did, and— hey, big guy!”

That last exclamation is aimed at Beel, who has just walked into the kitchen and is now rummaging unceremoniously through the fridge, most likely in search of something to eat. At this point Satan’s pretty sure that you still don’t know any of his brothers’ names - at the very least, even if you do, you’ve never called them by them.

Beel continues to sort through the various already empty boxes and containers in the fridge as you start zooming back and forth through him, marvelling over the sheer broadness of his chest and shoulders. It isn’t the first time you’ve done this to him - or indeed any of the brothers - but Satan can tell that it’s more innocent awe than any kind of objectification or intent to harm, so he doesn’t mind. As mischievous as you are, he’s pretty sure you don’t have a genuinely malicious or wanton bone in your body... well, you don’t have any bones anymore - or a body, for that matter - but the point still stands.

“Hungry?” He guesses, but it’s honestly more of a statement. It is Beel, after all.

The Avatar of Gluttony withdraws from his search briefly to offer a nod. “I didn’t get to finish all of my lunch.”

“Well, there’s a surprise,” You comment as Beel sticks his head back into the fridge, finally tiring of buffeting yourself back and forth like a pendulum and choosing to start hovering just over the second youngest’s shoulders to watch his hunt. “Wonder what he was up to that got him to stop eating.”

Satan opens his mouth to reply, then stops and closes it again. It’s not that he doesn’t trust Beel with the not-really-a-secret of your existence, but he’s sure that at some point or another, Beel will end up letting it slip to Lucifer, who would most likely want to know why your death ended up attaching your spirit to his brother, and Satan’s already gone to great lengths to make sure that the oldest won’t find out about the rampage he went on that cost you your life in the first place. It'd just be a waste of that effort for Lucifer to find out anyway. Besides, it isn’t like the information will make much difference to Beel - he can’t see or hear you, and you’re pretty harmless, so there wouldn’t be any need for him to get involved in the situation anyway.

You, meanwhile, are well aware that Satan isn’t going to be saying anything to you while one of his brothers is in the room - you don’t really understand his reasoning for it, since you like to think that you’re a pleasure of a ghost to know, but you suppose you can’t really force him to make any decisions. Besides, you’re pretty content with the way things are right now; you don’t want to complicate the situation by bringing in another demon who, as far as you know, might just smite you on the spot if they find out about your existence.

Instead, you busy yourself with watching in fascination as Beel somehow pulls what looks like a rotisserie chicken from the very back of the fridge and shove the whole thing in this mouth. You exchange slightly disturbed looks with Satan as he begins to chew - you’re pretty sure you’ve just seen him dislocate his jaw like a snake to fit it in there.

“You might want to calm down, Beel,” Satan advises after a brief moment’s stunned silence, though even he knows that it’s a fruitless warning. “You’ll end up choking.”

Beel nods, but makes absolutely no move to slow in his aggressive chewing.

“This must be what the peak of evolution looks like,” You say in bemused awe as Beel finishes eating. The entire chicken has disappeared down his throat - bones and all. “How the hell does he manage that?”

Satan doesn’t answer, but his subtle shrug says that your guess is as good as his.

Much to your surprise and Satan’s resignation, Beel immediately goes back to the fridge, apparently unsatisfied by the copious amount of fowl he’s just eaten. To be honest, you feel sorry for the guy - while the you from when you’d still been able to eat would have done some unspeakable things to be able to consume as much as he does and still remain that fit, you’re sure that the black hole he calls a stomach must be an awful thing to have to deal with. At least he gets to enjoy a lot of food because of it, though you suppose it’s a double-edged sword if he’s also constantly being scolded for it. Personally, you don’t understand the reasoning behind telling someone off for eating as much food as they need, but they are demons. You probably shouldn’t expect them to have that level of compassion.

By the time you break out of your train of thought, Beel has found something else to eat amidst the many empty boxes in the fridge. It’s much smaller than the rotisserie chicken - some kind of pastry with a dollop of snowy white cream on top, decorated with a few lines of melted chocolate to look like a cat’s face. In fact, it looks almost identical to…

“Hey, wait!” You swipe a useless hand through Beel’s arm as he raises the pastry to his mouth. “Don’t eat that—!”

Too late. The pastry disappears into Beel’s mouth, and you drift backwards again, letting out a defeated groan. Satan shoots you a curious look - you can’t eat, after all, so why are you so upset about Beel eating that pastry? Is there something special about it?

His question is answered when he actually turns to look at his younger brother. The Avatar of Gluttony has gone rigid on the spot and is blinking rapidly, his eyes the size of moons.

“Beel…?” Satan questions hesitantly. “Are you feeling alright?”

Beel takes a long moment to respond, nodding slowly. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Satan takes a closer look and realises that Beel’s pupils seem to have dilated to an almost impossible degree, resembling a cat’s eyes when it’s about to go absolutely feral. Whatever it is was in that pastry, it’s definitely hit him hard.

Now, Satan isn’t one to interrupt good fun when it’s about to happen, so instead of stepping in and performing some sort of spell that might help on his possibly-high brother like a good guy, he sits back and watches as Beel’s head swings around the room as if he's never seen anything in it before like the mischief-loving little shit he is. Beel himself doesn’t appear to be negatively affected, so it can’t be that bad, right?

You float cautiously around the giant as his hands ball into fists. His entire body is trembling slightly with pent-up energy. Then, a split second later, as if he’s been zapped by some catalystic bolt of lightning, he abruptly snaps back on his heel and positively zooms out of the room. You can practically see the cartoony cloud of dust that he’s kicking up as he disappears down the corridor.

“He’s absolutely zooted right now,” You comment, flipping upside with a resigned sigh and crossing your arms a little grumpily. “I told him not to eat it.”

“He couldn’t hear you, you know,” Satan says, moving over to the fridge and slamming it shut, since Beel has neglected to. “What was even in that thing?”

You shrug. “Don’t know. I’ve just been calling it demon-nip.”

“I suppose that it does to demons what catnip does to cats, then?” Satan doesn’t even wait for you to answer before continuing - rude. “How did you even get a hold of it? Never mind that, how did you manage to get it in a pastry and put it in the fridge?”

“I got some help from one of the poltergeists downtown to make it,” You wave your hands about dismissively. “You should pay more attention when you go out. I disappeared for, like, five hours, and you didn’t even notice.”

“When even was this?”

“Tuesday, I think. Remember when you bought that giant bag of cat paw-shaped biscuits and then accidentally dropped the bag in the hall and got them everywhere?”

You don’t miss the way that the tips of his ears go slightly pink as he coughs subtly and averts his gaze. “...why would the poltergeists help you? They hate humans.”

“I don’t know, actually…” You ponder for a moment, then decide, “...probably because I’m cute.”

“Are you?” Satan deadpans. “Cute is what you’d call a cat. You’re just… tolerable.”

“Oh, fuck you, I think I’m adorable.” You huff, flying over and poking him hard in the side of the head. Satan hisses in pain and reaches up to rub the sore spot, but he supposes he should have seen that blow coming - you’re never too humble to make yourself physical enough to hit him after an insult.

“Where did that idea even come from?” He asks quickly, not wanting to take another attack. You may be a mere imprint of a dead human, but your fingers are sharp, and he’d prefer not to provoke you further if he can avoid it.

His change of subject is so abrupt and obvious that it’s almost laughable, but you choose not to call him out on it. As much as you’d like to set him on fire or something, he hasn’t given you a really good reason to commit arson yet, and you’d just end up feeling bad for doing it. Well, to be fair, he did kill you… but still, you don’t want to keep holding that over his head.

“I read it in a book.” You answer. Satan’s eyes light up slightly.

“Do you remember the title?” He asks almost eagerly, and you disguise a snicker. His intentions are practically painted in bright red paint across his face - he’s hoping that there’ll be more schemes like the one you’ve performed that he can use against that sadist of an older brother of his.

Unfortunately for him, the book doesn’t exist. “Yeah. It’s called One Hundred Ways To Get Back At The Ass That Killed You, Free Of Murder and Actual Crimes That Might Get You Persecuted And Sent To Super Hell.”

Satan clearly isn’t thinking very hard today, because for a moment he actually looks as if he believes you - you suppose it’s because he’s grown desensitised to the oddness of such long titles after hearing so many weirdly specific anime titles from the otaku brother that you still have yet to see come out of his room. (You’ve floated in a few times to have a look around and appreciate the decor, but other than that, you’ve barely even seen his face. You’re not even sure what his name is, to be honest…)

He realises what you’re getting at after a moment, though, and immediately frowns at you in disapproval. You just grin, pleased with your small victory.

“You're insufferable,” He says, shaking his head with an long sigh.

“No, I'm cute,” You counter, frowning. “Weren't you listening to me earlier?”

He throws his hands up hastily as you drift forward with a hand brandished and a nasty glint in your eye, unwilling to get jabbed at again. “Okay, okay, I get it.”

You, however, don't relent. Eyes narrowing, you float even closer - so close that, if you'd been physical, he’d have been able to feel your breath on his face. “Say it.”

Satan may be one of the seven most powerful demons in the Devildom (below Diavolo, of course, and possibly Barbatos), but the aggression of a pissed-off ghost, especially if that ghost is you, isn't anything he wants to be on the receiving end of right now. “Fine, fine! You're adorable, you're cute, whatever. Now will you leave me alone?”

You finally pull back, beaming in a gratified fashion. “That's all I wanted to hear!”

Satan gives you an irritated look as you drift back across the kitchen, a satisfied grin on your face. “You’re insufferable.”

“You’ve said that already,” You sing back, laughing in victory when you see his eyebrow twitch slightly in annoyance. “And you had the nerve to lecture me about creativity earlier! Why don’t you come up with better material, Mr Shoes-Up-My-Ass?”

He doesn’t reply for a good moment, attempting to think of a insult to counter your admittedly slightly juvenile one. Try as he might, though, all of his good jibes seem to have evaporated. “...shut up.”

His pathetic response, of course, immediately compels you to take the piss out of him. Clutching your chest dramatically, as if Satan’s just stabbed you with the knife you’d been waving about earlier, you wail, “Oh, thy words do wound me! 'Tis like thou hath rip’d my heart out with thy own hands!”

Satan glares you for a long moment, but he doesn’t have the heart to keep it up when you’re grinning so brightly. Honestly, you’re a nuisance and a brat sometimes, sure, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t consider you his closest friend at this point. “...do you even know how to use those words?”

You drop the act faster than Asmo throws it down on a Saturday night, shrugging and floating back over to hover just above the chair across from Satan’s. “Nope. It sounded right, though, right?”

“I haven’t read enough works in Old English to know,” Satan admits with a shake of his head. “But it did, I suppose…”

It’s kind of weird that he’s agreeing so easily, you think. Has he just had enough of your bullshit and is complying with to keep you quiet? Or has he just finally seen the light of your brilliance?

...well, you suppose it doesn’t matter. You grin and move to ruffle his hair, but forget to make your hand physical and instead end up flying right through his head. Satan shudders slightly - though he doesn’t feel it, it’s still weird to have an entire hand and arm go through his cranium.

“Could you not?” He complains as you right yourself and pull your hand back again. “This feels weird.”

“Baby.”

“Pet names aren’t going to do anything,” He sighs, pulling his chair to the side so that he’s no longer half-inside your torso. “Hands to yourself.”

“No, it was an insult,” You correct him. “I was calling you a baby. Though bitch-boy works too.”

Satan lets out a long sigh. Now you’re just back where you started.

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me imagines #satan x reader #except it's more of a satan & reader #crack #ghosts #swd satan #swd beelzebub #I've taken a look through my obey me drafts and noticed a pattern #if i'm writing about one of the brothers beel always seems to show up as a cameo #now that i think about it this prompt has some real angst potential...#unfortunately i seem to incapable of writing anything but fluf and funny in these trying times #anyway i hope you enjoyed this!!#the ending is super abrupt but i've already spent too long on this thing so just TAKE IT

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om-headcanon · 4 years

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☆ mc catching the obey me brothers crying

i believe its fair to assume mc has seen at least one of the boys cry. here is what i believe happened. (if you want me to do undateables, let me know! tw for low self worth, panic attacks, and survivors guilt/death mentions)

lucifer

without a doubt the most embarassed to be caught crying

he had just gotten into an argument with diavolo, and he questions his importance in diavolos life

he goes into the study to get some extra work done late at night to reassure himself he is useful

with all of the stress from the situation at hand and some stress from supporting the family on his back, he cant help but shed a few tears

all he wants to do is keep those around him happy and healthy... and it tears him apart when he cant

if i cant make the ones i love happy then... what can i do...

he doesnt notice your presence, as he has hands over his eyes and is breathing slowly in order to relax himself

you call out his name softly to get his attention

lucy jumps and tries wiping his eyes and playing it off as if he was never crying

you walk closer to him and he keeps inquiring if theres anything you need

you dont say anything, you just place your arms around him and hold him in a tight embrace

and he starts crying again on your shoulder... harder, this time. holding you tighter and closer in the embrace

because of his pride, its hard for him to admit what he needs the most: someone to show they care for him

mammon

mammon is the type to not cry often but when he does, its a lot

while his brothers dont really have bad intentions, the daily degradation they execute against mammon really gets to him

he can only put up his confident front for so long, and not long after a fight with asmo, it recedes

he lay on his bed sobbing heavily into a pillow to muffle the sound for nearly a full hour

his mind cant help but insist all the words his siblings tell him are true... and he wishes more than anything that you were there to tell him they werent

he looks up to the door every once in a while with blurry vision, mind convincing him theyre at the door, but you not being there makes him cry even harder

maybe they just think the same as the rest of my brothers

he hears the doorknob, but convinces himself its his mind again. ironically enough, this makes him cry even harder

except its actually you this time

you run over to his bed to sit down next to him and rub his back reassuringly, asking if hes alright

he jolts up, shocked youre actually here. he closes his mind and smiles sadly with a tear stained face

he pulls you into an embrace and whispers a soft thank you... your presence helps him more than you will ever know

you hold him for a few minutes and tell him how awesome the Great Mammon really is

leviathan

its been a long stressful day at rad, and he cant help but overthink every single action he has made

every single glance hes made, every single word hes said ... just everything

most days he would resort to playing a game or watching an anime he loves in attempt to distract himself, but other days its not that easy

he starts spiraling, thinking of not only everything hes done that day, but actions hes done in the past too

eventually hes past the point of no return, and starts having a panic attack

levi cant seem to catch his breath and with the thoughts still rushing through his head at full speed, he cant attempt to calm himself down

he envies those who dont feel the way he does right now because god, what he would do to not feel like this

you were just wondering why your gaming buddy hasnt come looking for you so naturally, you go to him

you knock on his door waiting for him to ask you for the entry code... but theres no response

you enter and are quite shocked to see levi shaking on his bed

this is familiar to you... whether youve had to guide a friend through a panic attack or have been through one yourself, you know what to do

you reassure him this will all pass and knowing how hard school is for him, you tell him he did well today

you get him to regulate his breathing and gain some composure

hes embarassed you had to see him like that... but he lets you know hes so thankful that you came to help him

satan

he just wants to be his own person but with how his life was set for him, its almost as if thats a tall order

its very rare he cries from happiness or anything like that, but sometimes he gets so sad that he gets angry... and then he cries a lot

no one dares to go near him like that

and that hurts him too... that nobody could or would ever dare to console him because they fear what hed do to them

he acknowledges this is a justified fear as he is after all the representation of wrath itself, but it still hurts nonetheless

belphie decided to poke fun and tease satan reminding him of how hes lucifers shadow

he didnt take it well... and retreated to his room to handle his emotions

he knew his family didnt want anything to do with him while he was angry... and that made him feel like a burden

but he grew used to everyone expecting he handle his emotions himself even if every once in a while he desired some reassurance

satan sat in a corner of his room crying to himself waiting for this to pass because he didnt believe anyone else would care to check on him

but you were curious as to why he wasnt in his usual 4 pm reading spot, so you decided to check his room

he was just sat completely still staring into the distance while tears fell down his face

he didnt even notice your presence until you sat down next to him

you didnt want to pry, so you just asked if he wanted to talk about it

he shook his head, laid on your shoulder, and just said “this is all i need”

asmodeus

ahh... while self love is so easy for him, self value isnt

its easy for him to believe people want to be around him solely with lustful intent rather than because they genuinely love him

he doesnt really believe anyone could ever love him

so he overcompensates through self love because he believes hes the only person who could ever love him

hes great at hiding it but sometimes, this gets to him... especially after some quick encounters with others at the fall

he thinks maybe there is no depth to him.. maybe i really am just a pretty face and nothing else

asmo cries pretty often, but he only lets people see him cry when its over something material (ie, he couldnt get a new bag hes been wanting for weeks)

he cries quietly too in effort to make sure nobody sees him

he seemed to have forgetten that you two were planning to go shopping today so you went to his room to see if he was ready

you werent expecting to see him rolled over in bed softly crying to himself

you startled him when you said his name

“oh, mc, i didnt see you there!” he chuckles lightly to himself in effort to change the mood of the atmosphere as he wipes his eyes

you ask if hes okay and his sad smile falls slightly

he asks you if you genuinely think he could ever be lovable

your heart breaks a little knowing that he even has a moment of self doubt, but you reassure him that hes a lovable person inside and out

you hug him tightly while another tear falls down his face

you two decide shopping is best for another day... for now, you just want to talk and do facials

beelzebub

beel loves his family a lot

more than he loves food (also a lot)

he hates conflict between them and would do absolutely anything to avoid it

what he hates the most about himself is how hungry he gets... hes aware its poorly timed but theres really nothing he can do about it

but the feeling hes being an inconvenience to those he loves hurts him

beel is great at smiling as often as possible, but if theres any tension between the family, he wont stop crying until its resolved

once he was so hungry it wasnt possible to control himself and he ended up going on a rampage

he earned scolds from lucifer, mammon, and satan for this

it tore him apart knowing that he had caused his family trouble for even a second and he started crying because of the guilt

he couldnt even find enough energy to make it back to his room, so he just sat in the kitchen with tears on his face

you had decided to go to the kitchen to get a snack when you saw him

he apologized for being in the kitchen and offered to move if you wanted his seat, but you declined

beel didnt even bother wiping the tears from his eyes... he wore them like they were a punishment for his own behavior

when you asked him what was wrong, all he said was that he was a bad brother

you tried to tell him otherwise, but then he went into detail about the situation and how all he does is cause the family distress

you told him that isnt true at all and he continues to bring light and happiness to all those around him

hearing that his brothers will come around and know he meant no harm is all he needed to hear

“thank you, mc... i feel less hungry when im with you”

belphie

he has lots of survivors guilt

its been millenia but he still wishes that it was him instead of lilith

because of this he cries quite often, but never in front of anyone other than beel

this feeling that lilith and him should have traded places haunts him often, and its not always so easy to sleep it off

as fore mentioned, he usually finds comfort in talking to his older twin but beel isnt always there

beel was at one of his clubs at rad and belphie didnt want to bother him, but he really did need someone right now

unlike his older brothers, belphie actually makes an effort to find you

he doesnt find you in your room nor the kitchen, so he continues to search around the house in hopes youre around here somewhere

he happens to find you by yourself in the study on your d.d.d.

belphie feels bad bothering you, and enters the room quite quietly

“mc, can we talk?”

he sits down next to you and lays his head on your shoulder

contrary to what he stated he wanted, not much talking is being done

he just lies there quietly crying with no explanation why

he realises he may not be as ready to talk about it as he thought... but thats okay

you tell him that youre going to listen whenever hes ready to talk about it

that makes him feel a lot better

he falls asleep right there with a thankful smile placed on his face

#satans was lowk the hardest to write #i hope i wrote them all well tho >:#also some of these are .. quite long o_o #my apologies #obey me headcanon #obey me #belphie headcanon #beel headcanon #satan headcanon #mammon headcanon #lucifer headcanon #levi headcanon #asmo headcanon

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multi-fxndom446 · 3 years

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Do you notice?

Mammon X Reader

When I tell you this one was literally haunting me and I couldn’t sleep till I wrote it- it is 4am rn. I guess I’ll see if I still like it tomorrow anyways I hope what I said under this made sense👇🏻👇🏻

If the words look like this it’s what’s currently happening.

If they look like this, it’s mammon’s thoughts.

If they look like this is flashback

Mammon stood in front of you at a loss for words. He was pacing alone in his bedroom just moments before this before he decided to hype himself up enough to come to you and tell you what he wanted to say. But now, looking at you and how how your confused gaze burned holes into him, he realized maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

Baby when you sleep do you dream of me?

And when you’re awake, do you think of me?

“I need to know how do you feel?” He had finally gotten out, yet still refused to look you in the eyes. And even with that sentence it wasn’t everything his head was telling him to confess to you.

You and mammon were in your room like always yet it somehow felt calmer then usual. Maybe it was the fact Mammon was being oddly silent or that you were just to tired but as you fell asleep next to him, you realized it was because Mammon was focused on helping you rest.

He didn’t want to say anything to distract you from sleep so he stayed quiet. He had seen how tired you were at RAD, how overworked you seemed. So when you all got home and after you ate dinner he made sure you went straight to your room and locked the door so his brothers wouldn’t come in and keep you from the sleep you needed.

He ran his fingers through your hair which was something he knew you enjoyed and watched as it eventually lulled you to sleep. Even when you were asleep he didn’t stop playing with your hair.

His hands were gentle as they carded through the soft strands and he smiled to himself. He almost wondered what you dreamed about, if you ever did dream.

He took the time to admire you, as if he didn’t admire you enough at RAD that same day.

“Mammon?”

Before you could continue to ask something else he continued.

“Cause baby when I sleep I dream of you and when I’m awake that’s all I do.” He took a chance to glance at you, you seemed stunned. “Think about every detail you have.”

He’d often watch you in class, the way you focused on the lesson or the way you tried not to fall asleep. He never seemed to be able to focus even before you arrived in Devildom but since knowing you it’s gotten worse.

He’d spend most of his time in class admiring you, seeing every detail about you that he already has memorized. He watched with a loving smile as you’d turn to Satan for help or how you’d lean into Asmo to hear what he knew about the other demons in class. Stuff that usually made him jealous, he couldn’t seem to find it in him when he saw how happy you were.

Walking in the halls though if you weren’t walking with him he would definitely be a little disappointed. Especially if you chose to walk with Lucifer instead.

He’d watched with a frown on his face as you listened to whatever his brother had to say, you seemed so invested. Nothing he ever said to you had you this invested.

He almost turned to walk away in his fit when you saw him in the corner of your eye and you turned to him, giving him the most loving smile and immediately he melted.

He really could never get you out of his head.

Do you notice when I get mad, I clench my jaw?

Do you notice when I get sad, I tend to fall?

“Do you look at my words I say to you?”

Sometimes Mammon would wonder if you picked up on small details about him, details that’d he’d know about you.

He wondered if you ever noticed what he did whenever he got nervous, or jealous or mad. He was wondering that now as he watched you joke around with Beel and he clenched his jaw in anger.

He seemed to keep it that way for longer then he’d thought because next thing he knew you were in front of him, cupping his jaw and immediately he relaxed.

“You okay?” You asked him and he could only find it in him to nod but you looked down at his hands to see him starting to crack his knuckles, something he did when he was anxious.

So you smiled softly and brought both of your hands to his to hold them still. He stared at you wide eyed as you kissed his knuckles softly before you were pulled away by Levi to go play a new video game.

“Cause I notice when you get mad, you close your eyes and I notice when you are sad you let out sighs.” He looked to the floor again before quietly saying, “I need to know, are those sighs ever over me?”

You were on your last straw and Mammon could tell. His brothers all had been bugging you all week over different things, getting mad at the others for trying to steal you away and you were caught in the middle of there annoying bickering.

He noticed you close your eyes in anger. Something you did to try and stop yourself from yelling or arguing.

“Oi! Leave y/n alone!” Mammon started to shoo them away, “shes had a long day you can hang out later.”

When they all looked towards you they realized for once Mammon was right and all of them begrudgingly walked away.

He sat next to you on the couch in silence, noticing you start to play with your fingers. A thing he noticed you did when you got overwhelmed or nervous. But he also knew if you kept playing with them, they’d become raw from how much you rubbed them.

So quietly he put his hand in your lap and immediately your fingers went to play with his and twist his rings to distract yourself.

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye to see you let out a sigh and his heart ached. He wondered if he ever overwhelmed you like his brothers did.

Finally he looked you in your eyes as you stared at him with confusion. You seemed stunned, at a loss for words for what you were hearing. He was losing it, his words weren’t being clear, or not as clear as he wanted them to be.

So he decided to blurt out what he came to say to you in the first place. “Do you know how in love with you, I am?” He held his hands up to his chest, “do you see how in love with you, I am?” He clutched his shirt in desperation for the words to get through to you, “everything that you do it makes my heart stop.”

Oh it stops

“So baby when you sleep, do you think of me?” He seemed to calm down but he seemed almost sad to you now.

His hands dropped to his sides and once again he refused to look at anything but the floor. Almost expecting you to slam your door in his face.

“Mammon,” immediately his head shot up when he heard the crack in your voice and he felt guilt course through him when he saw tears in your eyes.

“What-?! I didn’t mean to make ya cry! Wait y/n I’m sorry! I didn’t mean-“ but before he could finish his sentence you lunged at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He slowly wrapped his around your waist, scared this was some kind of dream.

You laughed through a relieved sob, “I’m in love with you too!” His eyes widened before his own tears came to his eyes and he hid his face in your neck.

“Of course you do.” You could only laugh before pulling away from him to wipe away the tears on his face and he did the same for you.

“See how easy that was?” You teased and his face flushed red as he muttered ‘shut up’ before cupping your jaw and leaning down to connect your lips.

It was a short kiss, one to basically confirm that this was real and that this was happening and when you kissed him back he felt his heart do flips.

When you pulled away you leaned your head against his and his fingers went to twirl the ends of your hair, “I love you Mammon.” You whispered softly

“I love you too y/n.

~~~

#obey me!#obey me x reader #obey me! x reader #obey me imagines #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon #obey me! imagines

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gloryofluv · 3 years

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Order Up! (Coffee Shop AU) Chapter 6

Well, this chapter is bordering 5k words. I didn't want to shorten it due to how fun the actual scene is! Let's see what the boys are like outside of the cafe? Shall we? I think we shall!

Previous Chapter

She was sighing and standing at the counter in the large kitchen. It was vacant. Why did it seem so much so now? Alex glanced over to the hedges and noted lights changing color in the vast yard. What were they doing?

Her phone beeped. She checked the text.

Unsaved number: Want me to come over? You appear pensive.

She scanned the windows to see a silhouette in the window. It seems someone had been watching her plenty. There was a bit of jostling with the shadow, and it was gone. Her phone rang, and the same number was calling.

“Dammit, Asmo!” Satan growled.

“Oh, does Satan have a girlfriend? What’s your name, honey?” Asmo cooed into the phone.

“Alex,” she smiled.

“Alex! Alex, why did you give Satan your number and not me? What’s that about?” Asmo whined into the phone.

She stifled a giggle as her timer went off. “Well, Asmo, he definitely can be persuasive.”

“How about you come over, baby? We were all just about to go swimming,” Asmo sighed and laughed. “I have a few suits you might fit. I do love an amazing two-piece.”

Alex hummed and tilted her head. “I just finished baking some cookies,” she said while pulling the sheet out with an oven mitt.

“Beel, Alex said she’s bringing over cookies!” Asmo shouted.

Alex groaned. “I never said that.”

Satan growled. “Give that back, you heathen. I’m sorry, Alex. My brothers are morons.”

She giggled and started setting the cookies on the rack. “It’s fine, Satan.”

“Alex is comin’ here?” Mammon shouted in the distance on the other end.

“No!” Satan snapped. “Now fuck off.”

“Satan, please tell her to come! We’re going swimming!” Asmo whined.

Wow, this was very enlightening. Alex was smiling as she finished setting the cookies out to cool. Now she could see why Lucifer was very discreet about the knowledge of her whereabouts.

“Yo, Mammon said Alex was on her way here?” Belphie questioned in the background.

“This is my bedroom, and do I need to pull out my paintball gun and shoot you fuckers in the face to make that a point? Get out,” Satan muffled; he likely was covering the phone speaker.

“I could come over,” she offered. “I just baked two batches of cookies that I was going to give to Jordan’s mother. I can afford to spare some.”

Silence. “You really want to join this chaos?” he asked in a low tone.

“Well, you all aren’t going to rape and kill me, right?” Alex laughed as she set the sheets into the sink.

“Um, no,” Satan snorted. “I’m pretty sure most of these idiots don’t know what cunnilingus is, let alone how to use their dick.”

Alex was so glad he couldn’t see her blush. “Well, then,” she paused and cleared her throat. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt, right?”

Satan chuckled. “I can meet you down at the door if you prefer.”

“That might be best. Educate me on all the quick exits, too,” she laughed.

“I’ll see you in five minutes?” Satan asked.

“Five,” Alex affirmed.

“Oh! Is she coming!” Asmo cried from farther away from the speaker.

“Get the fuck out!” Satan snarled, and the phone disconnected.

Alex was batting a thousand today. Maybe she had been lonely a lot longer than she convinced herself otherwise? Shaking her head, she pulled out a Tupperware and placed a decent amount of the cookies into it. She was in her jeans and a regular t-shirt. That wasn’t too bad.

Breathe. Well, this was going to be interesting. She dialed and pressed the phone to her cheek. Her feet carried her to her purse just as the call connected.

“Alex, what’s wrong?” Jordan asked.

“I’m walking over to see them,” she said. “If I die, I’m going to haunt you.”

“Fair,” he laughed. “Levi-chan, Alex is coming over.”

Alex blinked and stopped in her tracks. “You’re there ?”

“Yeah, darling, I come over almost every week to hang with Levi. When you were at school, we would hang out because he’s part of my cosplay circuit.”

“Jordan! Don’t tell her that!” Leviathan hissed.

“Fine, I’ll see you momentarily,” She sighed and shouldered her bag.

“See ya soon!” Jordan laughed and hung up.

Jordan and collecting his introverts… she shook her head and walked out the door, locking it behind her. Pacing across the street seemed like running a mile. It was quite nerve-wracking. She twitched her nose and approached the pathway, glancing up at the massive house.

Okay. She stepped up toward the door and scowled at the boot marks on it. Strange. The door opened, and Satan smirked before leaning on the door jam. “I see you found your way here.”

“Easy as walking next door,” she laughed.

“Just to let you know, my brothers don’t represent or even come close to my moral values,” he sighed and moved from the entrance. “Come join us in hell.”

Alex laughed and stepped inside. It actually did read frat house, but not in a cringy way—tons of pictures on the wall, goofy quotes, or even of them.

“Put your bag down on the table so that no one digs through it,” he suggested and pointed to the side table by the door.

Alex rocked her head and slid it off before Satan led her down a hallway and into a giant kitchen. The motherload of kitchens, actually. It was pristine and bright with top-of-the-line gadgets and plenty of counter space, including a large island.

Beelzebub was digging in the fridge and turned to blink. “Alex, you really did come.”

This sweet boy was shirtless and gorgeous. Alex swallowed and smiled. “Yes, I did. I brought cookies.”

“How many times have I instructed that we do not leave our clothing lying around? Mammon, where are you!” A loud shout was heard down the hall, and Alex cringed.

Satan snorted. “You’ll get used to his shrill tones. Or you won’t,” he rolled his eyes.

Beel approached and set down his light beer. “Alex, those cookies look really delicious.”

She set them on the counter and pulled off the lid. “Please have a couple. I brought them for all of you.”

“Fuckin’ Lucifer!” Mammon huffed and walked into the room. “Woah, Alex, you’re here, in our house.” He stopped dead and rubbed his damp chest.

Beel groaned after devouring the first cookie. “These are almost as good as Barbatos’s.”

Mammon frowned and stomped toward the island. “What is it? Oh, you brought me cookies?”

“I brought everyone cookies, yes,” Alex nodded.

Satan reached over and leaned on the island with a smile. “I invited her.”

“They’re my mother’s recipe. She said you could win over any man with a good cookie,” Alex giggled and exhaled. “She was a riot.”

“Come on, let’s go!” Mammon huffed and yanked Alex’s arm.

“Wait, where,” she struggled, and he tugged her out the way he came and into a vast sitting room. She could hardly get her footing as he pulled her along and out a sliding glass door.

“Hey, Asmo! Look who came and brought me cookies but not you,” Mammon laughed.

Alex groaned and pulled her arm from him. “Don’t do that!” she snapped and reached over, flicking his nose.

Mammon froze, and his cheeks darkened. “Did ya just flick me?” he huffed and rubbed his nose.

Asmo screeched with laughter. “Mammon, you idiot!”

Alex glanced over and saw a small pool connected to a jacuzzi which Asmodeus and Belphegor were inside. Belphie waved with a sleepy smile and climbed out. “Well, look who came out of hiding. The rare and unusual white-haired doe. You know the myth is, if you catch her, she has to grant you a wish.”

She beamed and gestured to the sliding glass door where Beel was walking out. “I brought over cookies as a peace offering for you not to shoot this doe.”

Belphegor laughed and rocked his head. “Hopefully, Beel didn’t eat all of them.”

Mammon wrapped his arm around Alex. “She came over to see me.”

“No, actually, I came over because I came over. Satan invited me,” Alex said and nudged Mammon with her elbow, causing him to jerk and huff.

“Stop that. I’m ticklish there,” he groaned.

“Actually, I invited you over,” Asmo laughed and relaxed in the hot water. “You don’t have to have a suit, honey. You can just get in with whatever you have under your clothes.”

Beel offered the container to Belphie, who took a cookie. “Thanks, Beel. I bet they taste great.”

“They do,” Beel nodded.

Satan peeled in between Alex and Mammon. “Thank you for being an idiot. We’ll be going now. We have tons of books to review.”

“Shut up, Satan! You’re not gonna steal her away!” Mammon snapped.

“What is the meaning of all the idiotic bickering? Our neighbors could hear all of you seven blocks down!”

Alex jumped, and Beel moved next to her to reveal Lucifer. Oh, a dressed-down Lucifer? Buttoned up charcoal long-sleeve with the sleeves rolled up? No tie. Pretty handsome.

“Oh,” Lucifer scowled. “Alex, what are you doing here?”

“She brought cookies for us,” Beel smiled and offered Lucifer the container.

Lucifer examined his brothers before reaching in and taking a cookie. “Thank you.”

Mammon groaned and shoved Satan. “Lay off, would ya?”

Unfortunately, in their jostling and now the bickering that ensued, Alex was caught in the middle. Rubber soles and wet ground don’t mix near a pool, and she was toppled into the water. The absolute hilarity of it all. These brothers fought and argued probably all the time.

Surfacing, she huffed and shivered. “Shit, I wasn’t ready for that,” she sputtered and yanked her hair from her face.

“Fuck, are you alright?” Satan scrambled and bent to the edge to offer her a hand.

She smiled and let out a stream of giggles. “I’m fine. It’s just a pool, and I’m most certainly not allergic to water.”

He hoisted her from the pool and helped her to her feet. Lucifer was pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m truly sorry, Alex.”

“Alex, I’m sorry, really,” Mammon puffed and raced to one of the chairs. “Here, use my towel,” he grumbled and handed it to her.

She took it and shrugged. “I’m fine. Not the first time I was thrown into a pool,” she voiced and yanked off her shoes and socks. They were soaking, so Alex placed them carefully aside while wrapping the large towel around her body.

Lucifer exhaled and waved his hand toward himself. “Let’s go inside. I’ll find you something to wear in the meantime.”

“She could just take off her clothes!” Asmo laughed.

Lucifer shot him a warning glare before assisting the dripping woman into the house. The sitting room was quite cozy now that she could see it from another angle. It had a large tv with plenty of seating space on a section couch. There were board games on the shelves, and it all weirdly screamed family.

Jordan and Leviathan appeared just as they were about to reach the other end of the room. “What happened?” Jordan laughed.

“Well, I got caught between two brothers arguing and fell into the pool,” Alex laughed.

“Sounds about right. We were just coming down to see how you’re faring,” Jordan smiled.

Leviathan was hiding behind his towel. “Hi, Alex.”

“Hi, Levi,” she smiled.

“We’ll see you out by the pool. I convinced Levi to come down for some normie fun,” Jordan laughed and waved.

The pair passed by Lucifer, and he breathed before glancing at Alex. “I would have preferred you would have told me you were coming over.”

“I know, I should have,” Alex rocked her head.

He smiled and coaxed her along, and they moved toward the staircase. More pictures and paintings. Actually, quite a few paintings and most of them were of a dark landscape with a bright moon and stars. They were entrancing.

After the third flight, Lucifer ushered Alex toward a door to the right, and he opened it to reveal a bathroom. Lucifer flicked on the light and pointed. “Go ahead and attempt to dry off. I’ll fetch something for you to wear.”

“Are you going to be able to find me something that will actually fit?” She questioned with curled lips as she entered the room.

“Not likely, but I will make due,” he responded and shut the door.

Well, that’s one way to allow her to adjust. Alex breathed and yanked off her wet t-shirt, setting it in the sink. She did that with her pants and grimaced at him seeing her underwear. They weren’t like the sexy kind women prepare to wear around a man who may or may not be interested. No, they were plain and unflattering.

Alex exhaled and tore them off before tucking them into her jeans. Better. She wrapped the towel around her chilled sink and placed the seat down on the toilet before sitting.

What a bathroom. A huge tub had a shower wand connected to it midway—tons of little metal shelves with products of all sorts. There also was a shower to the right, and the glass that surrounded it seemed pristine and clean. More products in the shower… hmm, interesting indeed.

The knock at the door came with a voice. “I found something suitable for you.”

Alex cleared her throat and went to the door, cracking it. Lucifer was staring at her face, just her face. She actually could see the piercing concentration he was using for such an act. He offered the clothing and nodded.

“Thank you, Lucifer. I would have been chafing with jeans on,” she laughed.

“Well, let’s avoid such circumstances.”

“I’ll be out in a moment.”

He rocked his head, and she shut the door. Now, what did this man bring her to wear? Alex set the clothing down and shrugged. Not horrible. A t-shirt that was black and three sizes too big, and a pair of leggings that had to be Asmodeus’s because they were lavender and tiny. Well, unless someone has a girlfriend in this house.

Alex situated the leggings and was impressed that they didn’t reveal anything private. She then tossed on the shirt, tying it off to the side, so she wasn’t walking around in a curtain of cloth. Alex took the towel and wrapped her clothing in it before walking out of the bathroom.

Lucifer had out his phone and glanced over with a nod. “Suitable for now. I’ll throw those in to wash when we head down.”

Alex rocked her head, and they walked toward the staircase. “Are you upset I came over?”

He shook his head with a large exhale. “It was bound to be my irritation sooner or later. They will need to help you move.”

Alex laughed and shook her head. “Lucifer, all of you barely know me.”

It was so sudden. He had her turned and against the wall. Not in a kiss or even a heavy glare. No, he pressed his hand on the wall next to her while the other was pointing at her nose. “Stop this. Now. If I insist on assisting you, I don’t appreciate stubborn neglect. I’m not ignorant of grief and what it takes to live through it. Stop doing a disservice to yourself by trying to be strong.”

Cue the thump, thump of her heart and wide eyes. “I-I just, I don’t know anything else,” she stammered in a breathy tone.

“Well, that will be mended,” he voiced and pulled from her space.

Alex licked her lips and swallowed as her cheeks burned. Has anyone ever talked like that to her before? No, actually. Forcefully taking help was something she’d really never experienced because no one gave two shits about her outside of Jordan’s family. It was different.

“So who’s leggings are these? You have seven girlfriends hidden here too?” Alex questioned with a smile as they walked down the staircase.

Lucifer glanced over at her with pure sarcasm laced on his features. “Obviously.”

“Just some weird group community. I had no idea,” She laughed.

Lucifer stifled a smile and waved his hand. “As if any of my brothers are capable enough to be adult males in a relationship,” he snorted.

“It’s all about application, Lucifer,” Alex giggled.

They returned to the ground floor, and he wagged his fingers. “Let me put those in. If you go home before they’re done, I’ll have them dropped off for you.”

“Okay,” she agreed and handed him the bundle.

He exhaled and shook his head. “Try to avoid another trip into the pool, Alex.”

“Roger that,” she beamed.

Lucifer patted her shoulder with his available hand and moved toward the door on the left. Alex took that as a dismissal of some sort and walked back toward the sitting room. She watched as Jordan was in his trunks and waving flamboyantly while strutting next to the pool.

“Now introducing, the one the only, J Getlow!” Jordan declared.

Asmo had a remote in his hand and turned on the music. Sure enough, Jennifer Lopez’s I Ain’t Your Mama started playing. Alex lingered in the room and watched Jordan strut while lip-syncing, and the brothers seemed amused. Beelzebub was in the pool. Satan was reading a book on a chair a safe distance from the pool. Belphie was in the hot tub with Asmo and was grimacing despite watching.

Mammon was lounging on a tube with his glasses on in the pool a distance from Beel. Alex couldn’t see Leviathan until she noted white limbs hanging just in view in the pool. Well, they all were out there. Alex approached the door and smirked as Jordan finished the song.

Asmo clapped and laughed. “Oh, darling, you’re one of my favorite people!”

Jordan bowed before flipping into the pool. “I haven’t done a good drag show in forever,” he announced when he surfaced.

“The last one was pretty excellent,” Alex finally spoke as she came outside.

Jordan laughed and blew her a kiss. “Alex, you’ve always been my biggest fan.”

“Always. You deserve it too. You’re the extrovert to my introvert,” she laughed and walked around toward the seat next to Satan.

“Alex, lovely, Jordan was telling me you absolutely don’t date?” Asmo puffed with a scowl. “We need to fix that.”

Alex snorted and crossed her legs across the lounge. “Asmo, I didn’t have time to date. I was on a mission to make sure I got a degree so I could pay for my life.”

“It’s true, she slept maybe six hours at most every day, went to work, then jetted off to school. I’m not even positive she was human,” Jordan laughed and crawled into the hot tub.

Beel walked over to the pool edge where she sat. “Did you at least eat?”

Alex shifted her head from side to side. “More or less. Jordan always made sure I had food,” she laughed.

“By the way, those leggings look stunning on you. You can keep them,” Asmo giggled and waved.

“I think it is the first time I’ve seen her in something, not jeans or sweats,” Jordan laughed.

“Oh, I smell a shopping trip,” Asmo nodded.

Alex exhaled and smirked over at the man reading. “All the time?”

“Yes, Alex, all the time,” Satan snorted.

Alex shifted and ruffled Satan’s hair, causing him to blush. “What’s that like to live with your family in one big house?”

“It’s annoying as shit,” Belphie huffed as he shoved Asmo away from him and climbed from the water. “But we do alright,” he added and walked over.

This was likely Alex’s first time being around so many shirtless men. She remembered going to the beach as a teenager, but this was a pretty condensed experience. Jordan glanced back at her several times, almost as if checking to see if she was uncomfortable. Surprisingly she wasn’t.

Belphegor pushed her legs aside and sat down. “So, Alex. How close do you live?”

“Close,” she replied.

“How close!” Asmo shouted with wide eyes.

“Close,” she echoed.

Satan leaned to her and smirked before whispering. “Please don’t tell them. It’s my get back.”

Alex smiled and nodded.

“So, Solomon told me that Alex is going to come over for dinner this week? I didn’t realize you liked Solomon. Fair warning, his cooking isn’t the best,” Asmo voiced as he lounged against the rim.

“I said no such thing. Solomon is a pushy bastard,” Alex giggled.

Belphegor wrapped his purple towel around himself and forcefully scooted closer to Alex, pushing her over so he could relax against the back of the chair with her. Alex puffed and moved. Talk about pushy bastards. Satan exhaled while shaking his head.

“You see, Asmo and Solomon like to incite a new religion every once and a while,” Belphegor grumbled. “‘Oh, my fucking god,’ tends to be Asmo’s chant,” he rolled his eyes.

Alex covered her mouth as she turned tomato. “What?” she squeaked.

Satan groaned. “Can you just for once, Belphie, just once, not enjoy shock value?”

“I’m glad you noticed, Belphie! That was years ago, though. We grew bored of each other,” Asmo sighed. “Maybe I’ll call him soon.”

“That is way more than I needed to know,” Alex shook her head.

“That man has a nice dick,” Asmo giggled.

Jordan shook his head. “Not worth the trouble. He’s way too difficult.”

“Apparently, that’s what Alex enjoys,” Satan grumbled.

“She does! Alex likes difficult people because they surprise her,” Jordan laughed and glanced back at Levi in the pool. “Come on in here, Levi-chan. I promise I’ll slap Asmo around if he bothers you.”

Asmo grinned and wagged his fingers under his chin. “Don’t tempt me, J baby.”

Levi grumbled to himself but complied, sliding into the hot tub.

“Is it like this here, every day?” Alex questioned.

“Oh, yeah,” Mammon perked up and climbed from the water. He sat down on her chair near her feet.

“Don’t get her wet, scumbag,” Belphie growled.

“Or do!” Asmo laughed. “She can put on more of mine and Lucifer’s clothes!”

Lucifer’s shirt? Alex glanced down at the plain black t-shirt. He actually owned casual wear?

“Insufferable asshole,” Belphie snorted and plucked at the shirt.

“Cruelty has more reason,” Satan nodded.

“Do either of you ever stop complaining?”

Alex glanced over to see Lucifer walking out to the pool. He was in his same outfit but had pages in hand. “You’re working still?” Alex asked.

Lucifer exhaled and lifted the papers. “When am I not? We have a long day tomorrow. It’s time for everyone to dry off and settle in for the evening.”

“You’re not my father,” Belphie challenged.

“If I was, you would have never made it to puberty,” Lucifer shook his head.

Alex laughed and nudged Belphie. “You are a bit of a prick.”

“You like it,” Belphie snorted.

Those still in the water climbed out and reached for towels. Alex shifted from her blocked in seating around Mammon and Belphegor before standing. “I suppose I better go. I have work in the morning. This was fun.”

“You have to come over more,” Beel nodded. “Come eat dinner.”

“Do you have an obsession with feeding everyone you crush on, Beel?” Satan questioned.

Beel blushed and exhaled. “She lives alone.”

Jordan rocked his head. “He has a point. It might be good for you, Alex.”

She laughed and patted Beelzebub’s arm. “I’ll think about it. Behave yourself,” she said and patted Mammon’s head.

“I always behave,” he puffed with pink cheeks.

“No, you do not,” Lucifer groaned. “Your creditor bills explain that explicitly.”

Alex stifled a smile and waved at the group. “I’ll see all of you soon,” she said and reached for her shoes.

“What a mighty fine ass to get behind,” Asmo teased.

Alex stood up with tinted cheeks and puffed. “Goodbye, Asmo,” she groaned.

“Let me walk you out,” Lucifer declared.

She nodded as the boys bid her goodbye and followed Lucifer through the house with her shoes in hand. Nabbing her bag at the door, he paused before opening it.

“I had fun,” Alex smiled.

“Really?” he scowled.

“Yes, really,” she laughed and rolled her eyes. “I think all of you are interesting and very different. I’ve never been around that in my life.”

“You’re welcome to come over whenever you like. Just as long as you can stomach their chaos,” Lucifer voiced and exhaled.

“Lucifer, I deal with them at work pretty well. I think I’m capable of drawing my own limits. I wish you wouldn’t stress about this so much. For the first time in my life, I think I really enjoy my neighbors. Even if it is for only a short time,” she explained and tilted her head.

He touched her shoulder and nodded. “Don’t hesitate, alright?”

“Alright,” she beamed.

He opened the door, and she stepped outside of it, putting on her shoes enough to walk. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I look forward to it,” Alex responded and waved before walking down the path.

She glanced back once she was on the sidewalk to see him still observing her. The woman paced back home and noted that the light poured from their front door, and the dark form of him watching remained. This man. She couldn’t quite wrap her head around his demeanor.

Well, it was time for a shower and bed. She was definitely keeping his shirt until he asked for it back. If he ever did.

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