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the-secret-keeper · 10 months

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MC Acting Innocent After Being Harassed by a Lower Rank Demon

This includes the brothers separately, and was requested by @waterbanana21

I love this idea, so thank you for requesting it! I'm not sure how to show that you requested it, because I'm stupid, but I appreciate you nonetheless.

TW: Harassment, the demon bros being protective, and suggestive language, though nothing is explicitly mentioned, and in Mammon's there is a mention of someone's eye getting gouged out with a heel, again, not too explicitly described though.

This is in first person, and reader is referred to as MC!

In Asmo's we text Solomon, his texts are in blue, and ours are in purple.

Hope you enjoy, and I hope this is what you wanted!

Lucifer, Avatar of Pride:

"Look, I've told you I'm not interested, you need to leave me alone." I dismissed, shutting my locker loudly.

"Come on! It's just a couple of drinks!"

"I said no!" I yelled at them, beginning to speed up so I would be on time for my meeting with my boyfriend.

The demon continued to match my speed easily, following me through the school making various comments. Some were dismissing me, some were lewd, others were whining about how he was much better than Lucifer. It's annoying.

I was considering taking a turn towards where I knew one of the brothers would be, but I also knew that Lucifer valued punctuality. Though I'm sure he wouldn't mind in this case.

"I already have a lover, I don't need you!"

"But you want me!" He tried to reason.

"Ew." I fake-gagged, hoping being rude would get my point across.

"Don't be like that." He tried to put his arm around my waist as I approached the stairs.

"That's it!"

I turned around and used my fingers to jab his carotid arteries, then the palm of my hand to ram into their nose. Once their balance was lost, I grabbed the wrist of the arm that had been reaching for me, and used my body weight to throw them over my shoulder to fling them down the stairs. I watched in slight amusement as they continued to fall down the stairs, almost like a slinky.

"So this is where you were." Lucifer said, coming up the stairs, and moving to the side, allowing the demon to continue falling.

"Sorry, got a bit caught up." I apologized. "But, as it turns out, throwing the annoying lower rank demons down the stairs is fun!" I smiled.

"Do you want me to deal with him?"

"Nah, the bruise to his ego will be greater than any injury I gave him." I waved off his suggested. "Let's go." I looked at my lover, grabbing his hand so he could lead me to where he wanted to take me originally.

Mammon, Avatar of Greed:

I was on my way to meet up with Mammon, as he said there was something I "needed" to see at this shop downtown, when one of the lower rank demons that has a locker next to mine came up to me.

I made light conversation with them, as I always try to be friendly with those who approach me. But it very quickly turned into me trying to shut down the conversation. They were making passes at me, trying to grab me, and just generally being a creep. I wanted to get out of this situation.

"Hey, this is my stop." I lied, stopping in front of Asmo's favorite heel store. If Asmo wasn't in there, I could probably still duck out the back and get to where I'm going.

"Let me walk you in!"

"Oh, no, that's ok."

I tried to reassure them, but they were already opening the door for me. I sighed, entering, and fake browsing the shoes. Maybe I should get a pair? Asmo does tell me it would help my ability to balance.

"Find anything that catches your eye?" I grabbed the glitteriest pair of heels within my line of vision, and found my size.

"Yep. Just this."

I strained a smile at them before taking the box to the checkout. They insisted on paying, so I pulled out my phone and shot a message to Mammon asking to change the meetup spot to somewhere closer. He complained, but complied.

The demon followed me out of the store, as I began to walk towards the meeting spot, but with I picked up the speed. The demon was still insisting on accompanying me. The comments they were making were making me more and more uncomfortable.

"Please stop following me." I said, stopping my jog. "You're making me uncomfortable. I don't want to do any of those things with you, I am in a relationship already."

"What are you going to do about it?"

"I'll make you shut up!" I glared at them. They laughed.

"You, a pathetic human? I can do whatever I want with you, whenever I want, because you're powerless against me." I reached into the bag containing the heels.

"No, I am not." I argued, grabbing a heel by the toe part.

"Then do it. Shut me up! You can't." They got in my face. "In fact, if you don't shut me up, I guess I'll just take that as, a confirmation that you're into me." They smirked. I swiftly pulled out the heel and stabbed it into their eye. They screamed.

"That's not how consent works, dickhead."

"MC! Are ya ok?!" I turned to see Mammon rushing towards me. "What happened?!"

"I'm fine, Mammon." I reassured. "This demon was being too persistent."

"Where'd ya get the heels?"

"Bought them, unfortunately." I sighed. "I tried to get them to leave me alone by going into the first store I recognized, but it didn't work. Luckily though, they paid for them, so no money wasted!" He laughed as I said that. "But, I only have half the pair, as one of them is lodged in his eye. Should I leave them here?"

"Nah, this one can be a trophy! Taking down yer first demon without magic!" He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and began to direct me to the meetup spot. "I'll treat ya!"

"Thanks, handsome." I smiled, leaning into him, and wrapping an arm around his waist.

Leviathan, Avatar of Envy:

(I tried to make his section heading bigger, but I really wanted the chat font as his heading T^T sorry)

"I wish I could say I didn't regret this decision." I sighed, attempting to drag my boyfriend out of our hotel room. "Levi, you suggested we go to this con since it's rare for the Devildom to have them! Be proud of your cosplay, so we can go downstairs and enjoy our weekend together."

"It's so embarrassing."

"You chose it!" I finally gave one giant tug and we both fell out of the room, the door closing behind us automatically. I stood up, brushing myself off, before doing the same for my boyfriend. "You look amazing, sweetheart. Besides, there are so many people who will be dressed up in the same cosplay, don't even worry about it." I reassured, readjusting a part of his cosplay that was slightly crooked. "Now, let's go have some fun." He nodded timidly, and I took his hand, leading him downstairs to the con.

We spent several hours walking around looking at all the exhibits, going to panels, and looking at the various merchandise stalls. I suggested he enter the cosplay contest for his character, but he refused.

I was looking at a bunch of pins with various characters on them, when I looked up to ask Levi a question. He was gone. He must've wandered off while I was distracted, and now I was alone, surrounded by demons.

I sighed, purchasing the pin I had been looking for, along with something for Levi and began looking for him.

One of the other con-goers that had been giving me bad vibes since I got here, noticed that I was now alone. They approached me under the guise of trying to be friendly, but I wasn't buying it. I didn't reciprocate their attempts, and shut them down each time with ease.

Eventually, I'd had enough, and turned to someone who was cosplaying a well-known female character who is known to have a very effective magical weapon. That being said, this was just a prop.

I tapped their shoulder, smiling politely.

"May I borrow that for a moment?" I pointed at their prop weapon. They glanced at the person who had been harassing me for the past fifteen minutes.

"Sweetheart you can do a lot better with it than I can." They said, handing it over.

"Thank you." I nodded, before turning around and slamming the prop against the persons head before kicking them where the sun don't shine.

I continuously hit them with the prop weapon on their face and head, eventually climbing on top of them so I could continue to do so without much resistance from them. I felt hands grab my biceps and lift me off the person. I thrashed against their hold before realizing that it was my boyfriend.

"I'm not going to ask."

"Good idea." I nodded, before turning to the cosplayer I borrowed my makeshift weapon from. "Thank you, and sorry for ruining it."

"Honey, don't even worry about it." I smiled at them, before waving to them and walking off.

"So, where were you?"

"I think we got separated at the merch tables. But I got you something."

"I got you something too!" We both started digging through our bags only to produce identical pins. We stared at each other for a second before we burst out laughing.

Satan, Avatar of Wrath:

"Thanks for letting me borrow your notes, MC." My locker neighbor thanked. "Curses and Hexes is my worst subject."

"It's no problem, Satan is the best at that subject and he and I study together." I explained, taking my notebook from them and putting it in my backpack. "How did your test go?"

"Aced it!" They exclaimed laughing.

"Good job!" I congratulated. I checked my watch. "I need to get going but it was nice talking to,"

"Hey, give me your notes on Seductive Speechcraft." I looked at the rude demon.

"Asmo has my notes, he likes to look them over." I glared. "It was nice talking to you, I have to get going."

"See you tomorrow, MC." My locker neighbor waved as I walked off towards the library, where I'd agreed to meet up with Satan.

"Give me those notes."

"I don't have them, go ask Asmodeus." I brushed off, glaring as I started to speed up.

"Then give me your math notes."

"We take different math classes, and I don't have them."

"Why not?"

"Beel ate them." I replied in a sassy tone, although it was true.

"You're lying."

"I'm not." I stopped, and looked at them.

"Just give me what I want."

"I don't have what you want!"

"Then give me you as payment." I slapped them hard across the face.

"Don't insinuate that." They grabbed my wrist, squeezing hard, and glaring at me.

"How dare you touch me? You lowly human!"

I kicked their knee, which caused them to release my wrist, and I swung my heavy backpack, slamming it into their head. Once they had fallen over, I scrambled to remain the winner of this fight, though I doubt they'd fight back now. I grabbed their hair and started slamming their head into the concrete floor of the school. After I was satisfied with the outcome, I got off the floor, let out a breath, straightening my uniform and heading to meet with my boyfriend.

"Why do you smell like blood?" Satan asked upon seeing me.

"For a good reason." I vaguely explained. "It's not mine though, so don't worry."

"It's not yours? Then whose is it?"

"They're still alive, quickly, get them to the infirmary!" I watched as the demon I had beat to a bloody pulp was rushed by on a gurney.

There was a beat of silence after the crowd of loud demons had passed the open library door. Satan was processing what just happened.

"Theirs?"

"Yep."

"Deserved?"

"Most definitely."

"Good." He patted my head and we began to study together.

Asmodeus, Avatar of Lust:

I regret this. 100% Why? Because. There are so many demons here. Obviously. We are in the Devildom. Yeah, but there's one specifically that's bothering me. Won't leave me alone. Isn't Asmo with you? Why isn't he handling it? He's off flirting with other demons, and I have his phone. Damn. All I can say is good luck. Gee thanks. Do you want me to come get you? No, it's fine. I'll handle it. Simeon is making me go to bed. Good example for Luke and all that. Night Sol. Night MC. See you tomorrow.

I smiled fondly at the texts between my best friend and I before putting my phone away. Asmo was kind enough to find an outfit with pockets. Though, it may have been for his own selfish desires, as I am now the keeper of all his things. His outfit doesn't have pockets.

I turned around, leaning my back on the bar as the demon beside me tried to seduce me. But it was ineffective. I live with Asmo, they'll have to do better than him to try to seduce me.

They placed their hand on my chest, which I promptly removed.

"Come on, don't be like that." They whispered seductively into my ear. I leaned away, not wanting them that close to me.

"Don't touch me." I glared.

"Dressed like that, you're practically begging for attention. Just let me make you feel good."

I turned around so my stomach was now against the bar and reached over, feigning putting my arm around their shoulders, only to put my hand on the back of their head and slammed it down until their face connected with the bar. I let them go immediately after though.

"How're you doing over here, darling?" Asmo asked.

"I want to go home." I pouted at my boyfriend. "I'm tired."

"Aww." He cooed. "My sweet little thing." He gently placed his hand against my cheek. "So cute. So soft." He pecked my lips, and likely would've kept kissing me if he hadn't heard,

"They broke my nose! They broke my fucking nose." I saw blood when I looked over, but their face was covered by their hands so I didn't see much.

"Darling? Why would you do that?"

"They touched me and I didn't like it." I played innocent.

"Shame on you then." He chastised the demon, before linking our arms together and heading towards the exit of the building. "Let's get you home so we can cuddle."

"Sounds lovely, Azzy."

Beelzebub, Avatar of Gluttony:

I was going up to get more food for my boyfriend. We were at a new all you can eat buffet that was, clearly, poorly prepared for Beelzebub. I could practically see the employees sweating as he ate plate after plate.

I went back to the buffet and grabbed two plates, filling one to the brim, and one with just enough for me. As I was on my way back to our table, a hand grabbed my wrist.

"Excuse me." I eyed their hand, glaring at the demon who was gripping me, but they did not release me. "I'm going to have to ask you to ask your friend over there to slow down."

"It's an all you can eat buffet. Let him eat." I shook my head at the hypocrisy. "Remove your hand from me please."

"Look, we need time for the cooks to refill the buffets, if he keeps eating like this we won't have enough food for anyone else. Besides, he could probably lay off a bit if he wants to keep that body."

"You should've been more prepared for the Avatar of Gluttony when you advertised it as an all you can eat buffet. It's not his fault that you weren't, nor is it mine. And do not ever comment on his body for any reason. Let me go. Now."

"Come on, you seem to be reasonable. For a human. Just tell him to stop, that he needs to stop."

"Do it yourself, coward." I very carefully pulled my hand out of his grasp. I smiled at Beel as I approached I set our respective plates in front of our spots, standing before our table.

"Excuse me!" I heard the demon from before exclaimed, placing a hand on my shoulder and squeezing. I very easily flipped them over my shoulder, and unfortunately right onto the table.

"Sorry about that baby." I looked at Beel with puppy dog eyes.

"It's no problem sweetheart. Let's go to Madam Screams to get some dessert." He said softly after a moment. I nodded, smiling once again as he stood and we walked out of the restaurant.

Belphegor, Avatar of Sloth:

I had received a text from Lucifer asking me to find my boyfriend, as Beel was busy and Belphie wasn't responding to his calls or messages. I suggested that he might've just been avoiding Lucifer, but I got the sense that he didn't care if Belphie was avoiding him.

As I searched for my boyfriend, I asked a few people I recognized if they had seen him recently, but they all pointed me in different directions. It was like a wild goose chase. He was in the gardens, then he was in the auditorium, then he was down some random hallway, then he was in the math classroom. He was apparently everywhere, but nowhere at the same time. I hated it.

I hadn't called him yet, taking the challenge to find him without it, but I was reaching the end of my patience. I had other things to do, I didn't want to spend the whole afternoon looking for my elusive lover.

"Have you seen Belphegor?" I asked a classmate of mine who I only vaguely remembered from my math class.

"Not today." They denied.

"Oh, thanks anyways." I nodded and turned to leave, going to check one more place before I finally give up.

"Hey, wait up. It's hard to catch you without him." I didn't wait up, but they did catch up to me, and kept pace with me. "I was wondering if you'd be interested in going out with me."

"No. I'm already in a relationship and have no interest in you or breaking off my current relationship." I said monotonously.

"Come on, just give me a chance."

"No."

"He doesn't have to know. Just one night."

"Absolutely not." I scowled at the demon, who didn't falter in their advances.

I turned down a hallway, only to feel them confidently place their hand on my ass. I grabbed their wrist and twisted their arm so much it was on the verge of snapping. They started whimpering in pain.

"Touch me again and I will do more than almost snap your arm." I threatened. "Believe me when I say next time you touch me you will not walk away with both arms intact." I moved their arm more, causing tears to form in their eyes. "Have I made myself clear?" They nodded vigorously. "Good." I let them go and they scrambled to their feet and sped away as fast as they could.

The next day after finding Belphegor, we were both walking down the hall when we saw the demon from yesterday. We made eye contact briefly and they immediately ducked their head down, running past us. Belphegor furrowed his brows, confused by the situation and why they seemed more afraid of me than of him.

"What was that about?"

"I'm not sure. But if they're scared, they must have a good reason.'' I smiled, purposefully leaving out what had happened the day before.

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misc-obeyme · 8 months

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Hello! Congrats on on getting to 1000 followers! Your writing is great!

For the event, may I request the NSFW prompt #9 "You have no idea how much I want you" with Asmodeus?

Thank you and congrats again!

Hello!! Ahh you're so sweet, I'm so glad you're enjoying my writing! <3

Okay, this is the first smut I've written for Asmo so I hope it turned out okay! I tried to keep the reader's outfit vague so it can be imagined as anything.

Thank you for participating!

1,000 Followers Event! (There are only two prompts left!)

GN!MC x Asmodeus with prompt "You have no idea how much I want you."

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: fingering & penetration (reader receiving), er... does this count as semi-public? I think it might lol. Please correct me if I'm wrong!

Everybody knew that Asmodeus threw the best parties. So it was no surprise when you showed up to the Fall and found it packed with people. You sat at the bar for a while, taking in the music, the lights, the noise of the demons around you chatting and laughing.

You could see Asmo from where you sat, surrounded by beautiful demons all jostling for his attention. He was often in the middle of a group consisting mainly of his fans. You watched fondly as he interacted with them. He was in his element - greeting everyone, happily taking selfies, and always smiling brightly.

Although the event was taking place at the Fall, it was actually a promotion for a high end luxury perfume. Asmo himself was wearing it, of course, but there were also samples. It was a subtle scent, but it lingered in the air of the club.

Asmo was wearing a beautifully tailored suit with pink embellishments. His hair was immaculate as always, his skin glowing. He looked amazing and you couldn't help feeling happy simply by watching him.

And then he looked across the room and saw you. The way his face lit up made your heart race. He had been smiling the whole time you'd been watching him, but now his smile was radiant. Knowing you made him feel that way caused your stomach to flutter.

Asmo cheerfully spoke to the people around him while also making his way toward you.

You decided to make it a little easier by slipping off your seat and moving toward him.

Eventually, the two of you met in the middle and you found Asmo's arms around you before you could even say anything.

Although he was wearing the same perfume that you had been smelling this whole time, there was something else you could sense in the scent, something uniquely Asmo. It made your skin tingle. Or perhaps that was the way he was holding you.

"MC," he said, close to your ear so you could hear him over the noise. "I'm so happy you came! You look fabulous, as always."

Your outfit consisted almost entirely of things that Asmo had gifted you. This was because you wanted to look nice and you knew his choices would never steer you wrong.

"You're the one who looks amazing," you said, letting yourself relax in his embrace.

Asmo laughed gently. "Oh, hun, it's really good to see your sweet face. I love interacting with my fans, of course, but being with you is just so much better."

You looked over his shoulder at the fans who were still milling around behind him. "I don't think your fans like me all that much."

Asmo glanced behind him before turning back to you with an amused expression. "They're just jealous. Don't worry about it. Why don't we go somewhere a little more… private?"

You cocked your head at this, but didn't say anything as he took your hand and pulled you across the room.

You soon found yourself in one of the VIP rooms. The lighting was dim, there was Demonus already poured into two glasses, and you could just barely hear the music from nearby.

You didn't really have much of a chance to take in this new location before Asmo was kissing you, his hands gripping your waist.

You gasped against his lips as you felt your back meet the wall.

Asmo kissed along your jaw and then your neck before pausing to rest his head on your shoulder. His voice was low and breathy in your ear. "Seeing you here tonight reminded me that you're the only one who truly knows me. You're the only one who matters. You have no idea how much I want you."

The last words made you shiver beneath his touch. You gripped his jacket, arching your back as you pulled him in closer to you, feeling his body flush against yours. "I want you, too, Asmo…"

Asmo responded by kissing you again, hot and heavy. You opened your mouth for him as you pushed off his suit jacket. It fell to the floor, forgotten.

You found Asmo's shirt already had the several top buttons undone. You began to run your hands along his chest, up under the shirt, gripping his shoulders.

You pulled away to catch your breath, gasping in air as you pressed yourself against him. You could feel his erection on your thigh as he buried his face in your neck and moaned softly.

Asmo's hand traveled up your thigh, pausing before touching you further. "MC," he whispered against your neck. "Is this okay? Can I… ?"

You knew that if you said yes, you would soon find yourself having an orgasm against the wall in a VIP room at the Fall. There was something thrilling about that thought. And there was something about knowing that he needed you so bad he couldn't wait until you went home.

Most importantly, though, you trusted Asmo.

"Yes, Asmo," you said. "Please-"

Asmo made short work of your clothes, getting just enough of it out of the way so he could have access to the throbbing hot space between your legs. You weren't idle, either, unbuckling his pants and pulling out his cock.

He sucked in a breath when you wrapped your hand around it. Then you were trying to hold back your cries as his fingers expertly teased you. Your knees were already shaking, but you managed to hold onto his cock, making him moan prettily into your ear as you continued to stroke it.

Asmo put his forehead against yours. "Tell me how you feel, darling. Tell me what you want me to do."

"I-I," you said, not quite able to form a coherent sentence while his fingers were stimulating you. "Ahh, Asmo, I want you inside me…"

Asmo didn't need to hear anything else. He took his fingers away from you. The tips of them were covered in your cum and he put them into his mouth briefly to suck them clean. And then he pulled your legs up, lifting you easily so you could wrap them around his hips.

Your arms circled his shoulders, holding on tight as he carefully buried himself deep inside you. A spike of heat radiated through your body as you felt him begin to move, slowly at first and then speeding up. One hand held you up and the other was back between your legs, his mouth roaming from your lips to your neck and back again.

You clutched onto him as each thrust filled you with a new wave of pleasure. That combined with the return of his fingers made the tension build inside you, tightening and tightening, until you felt yourself unravel, your mind going blank as you orgasmed hard on his cock.

Although you knew from previous experience that Asmo had amazing stamina and could keep going for much longer, you felt him squeeze you tightly and let himself cum, the sensation of being filled making you moan his name.

Asmo kissed you again, his lips sweet and lingering.

"You're so perfect, MC," he said. "All I want now is to take you home and keep you in my bed all night."

You laughed against his lips as he continued to kiss you. "If that's what you want, I won't stop you."

Asmo giggled at your response, his lips traveling over you again. Soon enough, you two would clean yourselves up and exit the club, making your way back to the House of Lamentation and the peaceful seclusion of Asmodeus's bed. But for that moment, you were content to stay where you were, your legs still wrapped around him, his arms holding you tightly, the feeling of his lips against your skin, the scent of sex now mixed with that of his delicate perfume.

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our-neighbours-cat-is-a-menace · 5 months

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YANDERE OBEY ME: Barbatos and (?)

From the soon to be series: "MC pranking them by jokingly cancelling the wedding"

TW: Disturbing, Toxic, Mentions of death, Violence

Oh dear, now why would you do such a thing. You of all people should know better how your soon to be husband is the silent but deadly type. Plus he is madly in love with you, did you really think you can just cancel it like that and expect a well mannered retaliation.

The ever so graceful barbatos has been your boyfriend for almost six years and just last month he finally got down on his knees and propose. You, on the receiving end was tackling him down the moment he showed you the ring and was saying yes like a mantra.

And now you guys are on the process of getting everything done, down from the venue to your wedding dress. The process was exhausting but the thought of finally meeting him in the altar, exchanging rings and saying your lifetime vows was worth the strain.

On the day of the said disaster, you are in the HOL asking asmodeus for his input in which wedding dress suits you best.

"how about this one" you said gleefully, pointing to a certain dress in the catalog

"yes it's stunning but the top is too modest"

" i personally don't think it's a bad thing" you reasoned out

"MC, it's your wedding day, your big day, a little bit of spice isn't bad, and it's only once in a lifetime."

"but-"

"and also, you can dress as slutty as you want, your soon to be husband can fight, and we're not even in heaven"

" i do like the other one better, the one with the slit, it's so pretty, but do you really think it's gonna be okay" you asked

"oh sweetie, it's fine, have a little confidence in yourself and the dress you really like will make you shine better in your wedding day" asmodeus said in a sweet manner " and if you're still not convinced how about playing a bet with me"

" can i say no, it sounds ominous" you said

"no, so here's the bet. Show pictures of both the dresses to barbatos, the modest one and the spicy one. If he chooses what you liked best, you give him a kiss, but if he chooses the too modest one, then you gotta say that you're cancelling the wedding" the devil of lust grins

"that's evil" you said agaped at the ridiculous statement made by the demon

"and that's why I'm a devil. Now go on show it to him" he pushed you out of his room with a grin that is way too suspicious

Unknownst to you, Asmodeus already know that Barbs is gonna pick the modest one, why? that's because he knows how shy you are in front of crowds, you only dress up when it's just the two of you. Asmodeus is just trying to stir up some fun, not knowing how it could lead to a serious situation.

.......

Arriving at the castle, you were quick to spot your fiance and immediately bothered him to pick dress he prefers.

"so which one do you think suits me best" you said, already feeling giddy inside

"the one on the left, the modest one. I think it would look marvelous on you" he said oh so sweetly while kissing your hand but you on the other hand was already starting to feel downfallen

"what about the one on the right?" you inquired suddenly feeling disheartened, and you don't even know why

"it's pretty as well, but i don't think you'd be comfortable in that" barbs reasoned out

"why would you assume that" you said, losing the smile on your face. You also don't know why you are getting upset and angry when all he did was being considerate

"MC, why are you getting upset?" he asked worriedly cupping your hand

Setting aside how he was just being considerate, you got mad knowing that he didn't pick the dress you liked, it's unreasonable yes, you know that too but in your part it's just upsetting, especially since asmo was doing every pep talk to boost your confidence and convince you to live a little.

You didn't realize how you have become silent and that barbs was peeking at you worriedly, but you still had the audacity to yank his hand away.

Remembering what asmo said on the last part of that ridiculous bet, you spoke of it carelessly.

"let's just cancel the wedding" you muttered silently, looking down on the floor

"what"

"i said let's can-"

"I'm not asking you to repeat it MC, I'm asking if what do you mean by that" barbs said while seething, you on the other hand was still mulling about your unreasonable anger not noticing how dark the room has become and that Barbs horn was out

"look at me" he took ahold of your jaw and forced you to look at him

Finally out of your trance, you saw how he was seething with anger and you try to speak up, but he clenched your jaw harder

"don't speak, i don't want another word coming out of that mouth." blinded by rage he spoke oh so threateningly " Listen carefully MC, you and i are to be wed tomorrow morning, and that will happen, cause i will personally make it happen"

You were shocked by this tone of his, yes, in the past, he has also shown you his obssessive traits but not this serious. You tried to break out from his hold and try to straighten things out but the demon refused to let you utter even a single sound, opting him to use magic of you not being able to speak or even open your mouth.

"the only word that's coming out of your mouth is I DO" barbs firmly stated while chaining your ankle to the bed.

Barbs immediately left, planning to finish every preparation for tomorrow. Walking away saying " if the reason why you don't want to marry me is because of that god damn dress, then rest assured you won't be wearing any"

Terrified by all this, you coud only cry in silence with no sound heard. You were bawling your eyes out until the break of dawn, and suddenly realising how you weren't alone in the room

"awee, look at you, how pitiful"

You could only continue to bawl your eyes out since you can't even make a sound. But that soon ended when asmodeus took the magic off making you talk again

"asmo pleaseeee, get me out of here" you said completely begging

"and what do i get, if i do that" asmodeus sneered, staring at you like something dirty

"what are you-" you stammered, trying to make out of the situation

" oh MC, how clueless of you and how heartless" he glared, gripping your jaw hard

"You knew how much i loved you, i was there for you first but you chose him. You even had the audacity to make me pick the dress you're going to wear when you guys finally become one"

"let go, it hurts" you said with tears falling down from your eyes

"I don't ever plan on letting you go though. Look at you now, you're here chained to bed with eyes as puffy as a cloud, all because you chose him, if you had chosen me-"

"SHUT UPP" you shouted "both of you are the same, you justify your violence as love and that's just sadism and i don't want to be part of that sick twisted world of yours"

He slapped you HARD. You felt your ears ringing, and your vision was spinning. The only thing you can make out is asmo desperately trying to get close to you as if you are injured.

which you are. Due to the slap, you hit your head on the pointy edge of the headboard, and that you're bleeding from your head.

Despite his attempts to stop the bleeding, it was useless, you died.

The sun has risen and the thing that welcomed barbatos was your dead body along with asmodeus who killed himself after you.

Filled with rage, he burned the devil of lusts remains and started a war with the archdevils of hell right after marrying your dead body in the dress you liked.

THE END

A/N: yes it is dark period.

Masterlist🌻

#obey me #fanfic #obey me boys #obey me asmodeus #asmo x reader #lord barbatos #yandere obey me #yandere obsession #house of lamentation #obey me barbatos #asmodeous #asmodeus x reader #barbatos x reader #om! barbatos #om! asmodeus #dark fanfiction

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palmastrings · 2 months

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The Seven Deadly... Rings?!?!

@nocreativityfornames you're a genius I'm just gonna go ahead and swipe this and *eats*

original post here

Essentially what if we started Nightbringer but we also had the brothers in tow in the form of rings.

No, I didn't spell check this, I'm don't write very often so excuse any weirdness. I suck at grammar and ignore spell check.

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Solomon holds his hand out expectantly, presenting to you a handful of exquisite multicolored rings. 7 to be exact. Each one a familiar face, in a somewhat familiar time.

Honestly, this isn't really that astounding by any means. When living in the Devildom, you've come to expect even the most unexpected situations. The rings were probably the least surprising thing you've heard today, seeing as how you had mysteriously been thrown across time and space and landed in the Devildom... approximately 7,000 years ago. Maybe? Nobody is really good at saving dates around here, especially when the average demon lifespan stretches from now to, basically, the end of time itself. A slight over exaggeration? Again, maybe. But in your defense, in your feeble mortal eyes, that's what it may as well be.

The rings jingle in your hand as you tentatively scoop them from Solomons cold hand.

Apon first glance, they would appear to be normal rings. Pristine, each gold band is fitted with a unique colored stone matching those of the beloved demons from your normal timeline. Although, if you really focused on it, twisting the bunch of them in your palm with your fingers, you could feel how warm the metal is. It was as if someone had worn the rings before you, even though it should not have been possible, as you would be the first to bear them. Along with the warm glow of the rings, you could faintly feel an intense pulsing sensation coming from the set. Whether or not it came from what could possibly be a rapid heartbeat or the emanating pulse of horrific eldritch powers, you couldn't tell.

You go to slip them on your waiting fingers until Solomon interrupts you.

"I will warn you Mc, they were terribly rowdy before I turned them into rings, I don't blame you if you find them overwhelming to wear."

"Thanks for the warning, Solomon. I appreciate you coming all this way to help me by the way!"

"Anything for my favorite apprentice! Oh! And put in the good word for me!" Solomon winks. He turns, presumably to go and survey the Devildom of millennia ago. You're eternally grateful he went through all this trouble, not only to willingly throw himself across time and space, but to also take the time to bring along the demon brothers.

You insert each hoop onto your fingers. They fit perfectly, made just for you to wear. For a moment, there is silence. You almost begin to doubt they're even there. The only sign of anything unusual is the pulsing jewelry around your fingers, seeming to wane slowly, just until it matches your own heartbeat. Then the screaming.

"Mc! Did I hurt you at all?"

"Can you hear me?! What happened?

"AHHH, I can't believe you met me while I was in my blunder years! Wahhh!! I'm so embarrassed!!"

"Oi! Human what the hell?! What were you thinking just vanishing like that?"

"Mc, why did you leave?"

"Hon, you nearly gave me a heart attack when I heard youd gone missing! Lets go home asap!"

"..."

Suddenly, you weren't so alone in your head. A barrage of questions, sobs, and abnormal talk of urgency was flung straight in your direction. You could practically visualize the tearful Levi. The clear image of the batting white eyelashes of Mammon as he looks worried at you. Along with what's definitely becoming a new wrinkle on Lucifers face as you listen to him interrogate you. It was almost relieving to hear them speak with such familiarity to you. After being treated like a stranger not too long ago, this felt like you had brought a piece of home with you in this strange version of the Devildom.

Maybe, just maybe in the strange place, in this strange time you could make the most of it. With a sorcerer and the seven rings at your side you may just be able to tackle the newly fallen brothers of the past, the new ruling power of the Devildom, Diavolo, and finally find out why you were sent here by the one called, Nightbringer.

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projectcaramel · 2 years

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He Accidentally Pins You Down - Obey Me! x Reader

Lucifer

“While I didn’t mean for it to turn out this way... seeing you under me like this...” You squirm as Lucifer smirks, his crimson eyes darkening as he looks at you, clearly enjoying the situation more than he should.

“Lucifer, come on,” you complain, making as if to get up, only for the demon to settle his hands on your wrists rather than on either side of you. You can feel your face flaming.

“You know,” he says, his smile widening as he leans his face closer to yours. “It’s been a while since we had time to ourselves. All I would have to do is lock the door...” You hesitate. He is right, after all. It was hard to find time to be with Lucifer when you were both so busy...

“I want lots of kisses.” Lucifer chuckles.

“Of course,” he promises before he leans in close to your ear. “And I want you."

Mammon

The white-haired demon’s cheeks turn dark with blush as he strangles out an apology. To your alarm, his nose starts to bleed, and you quickly ask if he’s okay.

“I’m fine! I’m fine!” he hisses, his flush darkening even further. “I didn’ hurtcha or anything, right?”

“Well, the couch is pretty cushiony, so...”

“Ah, shit,” Mammon swears under his breath, and he jumps off you as he runs for a tissue to nurse his nosebleed.

“Mammon? Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine!” he calls back, and you can see his ears are glowing. “Holy crap, I think I know what Asmo meant when he said that...”

“Are you turned on?” You let a teasing note enter your voice.

“That’s not it!” he blusters back. “I’m tellin’ ya, that’s not it, so don’t go gettin’ any weird ideas!”

Leviathan

The purple-haired otaku is frozen on top of you, his eyes wide and still processing where he is. As the instants slip by, his entire face turns red as a cherry, and he scrambles off you as quickly as he can to hide in the corner, curling into a ball and covering his face while his ears peek out like red lights.

“Levi, don’t you want your DVD back?” you ask, crouching in front of him, and he shakes his head, mute. “Come on, don’t hide like that.”

“This is so embarrassing!” he complains. “Let me die! Let me crawl into a hole and die!”

“Levi, you’re being ridiculous...”

“I’m the most cringe of cringe!” You sigh and give Levi a hug, feeling the warmth of his face seep into your shoulder as you assure him that he’s just fine.

Satan

“Well,” Satan clears his throat. “This is awkward, isn’t it?” He nervously laughs.

“A little,” you agree, although you’re not particularly opposed to the situation you’ve found yourself in with the blond.

“Let me help you up,” he says, as if just realizing he can get off you, and he pulls you up with his offered hand. “There we go. Sorry about that.” He smiles, although the blush on his face hasn’t disappeared as he rubs the back of his neck. “Should we, ah, keep looking for that book I was going to show you?”

“Please.” Satan nods and picks his way through his mess of books, stepping past you for the novel he’d told you about earlier. “And... since you haven’t read it, would you mind if we read it together?”

“I wouldn’t mind that at all.” He widely smiles as he says this, clearly happy about the suggestion.

“Can I sit in your lap too?” Satan’s blush renews itself, even as he slaps a hand over his face, muttering a curse under his breath.

“...Oi, oi, come on now... you know I can’t say no when you ask like that...”

Asmo

“Hehe~ Whoops~” Asmo hums, and you can feel the brush of his scarf. “Clumsy me. You’re not hurt, are you~?”

“...no,” you reply after some time, having to restrain yourself from admiring his beautiful face as he looks down at you, his orange eyes swimming with a playful lust, even as he pouts a little.

“Oh, shame! I messed up your pretty hair,” he complains, and you nervously laugh. Your hair is the least of your concerns, considering the fact that he’s so close he can kiss you. In fact, he does kiss you. “What do you think? Does your lipstick look good on me? Of course it does, right?”

“It does,” you confirm, and that’s the truth. He happily simpers at you.

“I knew it! Thank you~” Asmo kisses your cheek. “To make up for your hair, why don’t I make your skin pretty with this lipstick~?”

Beel

“Ah... sorry.” Although Beel is apologizing, all you can think of is how much bigger he is than you. He could have squashed you. “I didn’t mean to fall down like that... it’s just... I was so hungry, I think my legs gave out...”

“It’s fine,” you say, your mouth going dry as he struggles in vain to get back up again.

“I feel so weak...” he groans, and shaking yourself free of your astonishment, you rifle around in your pocket to give Beel the emergency granola bar you keep with you especially for him. “Oh, thank you so much! You’re my savior!” he cries in joy as he eats the granola bar whole, wrapper and all, before he finally rolls off you. “So... like I was saying, do you want to eat together?”

“Like I’d ever say no,” you chuckle, even as Beel practically lifts you up from the ground, and you can feel your stomach flutter as he does so with a huge smile on his face before he hugs you tight.

“Of course. Thank you.”

Belphie

“B-Belphie??”

“So sleepy,” he mumbles, his purple eyes lowered with the weight of his drowsiness. He yawns. “It’s such a pain to keep myself up like this...”

“No, wait, don’t relax! Belphie!?” You can feel yourself burning up as the demon lets the weight of his body settle partially on top of you, his head practically next to yours as he cuddles you. He’s smiling as you try to draw him back out of NREM-1. “Come on, don’t sleep on me!” you protest, but as if to go against your wishes, he curls closer to you, his light snores echoing in your ear.

You groan, bringing one hand up to your face as the youngest brother sleeps on top of you. Well, it wasn’t as if this was particularly uncomfortable, in any case. You suppose that you can enjoy the afternoon nap along with him...

Diavolo

Diavolo seems a little startled at the sight below him, as if he hasn’t realized he’s just bowled you over during your game of tag. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to knock you down like that. Are you alright?” You try your best not to ogle the muscles in his chest peering through his uniform and ignore the fact that his leg is wedged between yours.

“...Fine,” you reply faintly. You can smell his rich cologne, and you’re suddenly aware that you’re on the floor, in his castle, with his pale yellow eyes glittering down at you...and Barbatos wasn’t in the room.

“Ah, that’s a relief,” he sighed before he smiled, pulling his arm underneath your back to bring you to sit up with him. “I was worried I got a little too aggressive with you.” As he says this, you swear you can see a playful light in his eyes, as if he knows exactly what was on your mind...or maybe he’d been thinking about it on his own.

You clear your throat and say, “I think you should be disqualified.”

“Eh? Why? I caught you fair and square.” He pouts.

“You pounced on me.”

“And I’d do it again.” He grins, and you can feel your heart burst. This man will be the death of you!

Barbatos

“My deepest apologies.” Barbatos sighs and offers you a contrite look. “I’ve made myself quite ungraceful today... Not only do I waste your tea, but I also fall on top of you... I’m quite ashamed of myself as a butler...”

“Barb, don’t be so hard on yourself,” you try, your heart jumping in your mouth as he picks both of you up and deposits you into the chair you’d knocked over when he pinned you down. He immediately sets himself to cleaning up the tea he brought you. “You’re not perfect.” He chuckles.

“Thank you for going to the trouble of consoling me.”

“It’s no trouble!” you retort. “Here, let me help!”

“You’re too kind,” he says, but he at least accepts your help as you clean up the spilled tea together.

“If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t mind,” you assure him, and when he glances at you, a little surprised, you find yourself second-guessing if you should have said that. Still, when he smiles, you decide it’s fine.

Simeon

You find yourself looking at each other wide-eyed, Simeon’s hands on either side of you, his angel cape strewn across your body. Simeon is the first one to break the silence when he gives you a helpless expression and laughs.

“Oops?” he says with a cute tilt of his head. You laugh along with him, although for not the first time, you find yourself incredibly tempted to investigate the muscles Simeon so generously put on display.

“That’s the best you’ve got?” you chuckle, even as you both get off his bed, and the angel fixes your hair.

“It was a little messy,” he explains, and you give him a quick thank you. You must admit that you feel a little abashed that you were thinking some very inappropriate things while Simeon was nothing but sweet, completely oblivious to the situation. His hand lingers in your hair, and you can feel the warmth of his palm at your cheek.

“Simeon?”

“Ah, I’m sorry; I was entranced for a moment,” he replied, and you saw he was looking at your lips as he retracted his hand.

Maybe... not entirely oblivious.

Solomon

Solomon is laughing to himself, practically losing it in the midst of your situation. “Well, this is a situation, isn’t it?” It certainly is. The two of you became tied together by magic, since the sorcerer had been attempting to experiment with a new spell he found, only to discover that the spell wasn’t as straightforward as he might have assumed.

Just a few moments ago, he had tripped, sending you both tumbling to the floor, scattered with his numerous research papers, and now you find yourselves with a new problem—getting back up again. Your hands are glued to his, and he’s struggling to reach the spellbook where he found the magic in the first place so that he can at least start to reverse what he’s done, but you have to move in tandem if either of you want to get anywhere.

“This is so awkward,” you mumble, following the movements of Solomon’s knees as well as you can, practically crab walking.

“But it’s quite fun, don’t you think?” You can only shake your head as he leans over you to read the book.

“You have strange tastes, Sol.”

“Really? Ah, so all I have to do is...! There!” With a flash, both of you are unbound, and Solomon smiles down at you. All you can think of is that Solomon must have planned this mishap so that he could flirt with you.

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alexxncl · 6 days

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drabbles/headcanons

masterlist

drabbles

lucifer's pride

levi's scales

thirteen's candles

headcanons

random hcs

random hcs pt. 2

mc's fanfic

who fell first, who fell harder (brothers)

who fell first, who fell harder (dateables + thirteen)

obey me brothers as songs

obey me dateables + side characters as songs

how they like their coffee

code switching

obey me characters at the spades table

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transmascnaotoshirogane · 3 months

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pond

got impatient. woe, fic be upon ye

the format is fucked up (read; not indented) because tumblr was pissing me off. and i cannot fight with it at 2am. we might fix it later

ao3 ; x

Legend is a man of many talents. He has a lot of hobbies and skills, all picked up over his many years of adventuring. ..but sometimes, he surprises himself with what he can do. It’s a little intimidating, to think you know what you’re capable of just to be informed you can do something you’d never even considered, but…it is what it is. It’s best to just accept it when it happens.

That being said, Legend isn’t used to the fact these strange, rabbit-like creatures in Wild’s era seem to like him. A lot.

Rupee stuck around, following close behind Legend whenever they walked anywhere—as if he was afraid Legend would disappear if left alone for one minute. For a little while, this was cute—Rupee would even trail after Four, sometimes—but eventually ‘cute’ became ‘annoying’, and Legend kind of wishes the rabbit-creature would stop toddling after him all the time.

“Ledge, your lil friend is trying to get your attention,”Four spoke up quietly, not looking up from whatever book they’re reading. Wild had given it to them as a birthday gift, when he’d learned Four’s birthday had passed without the smithy saying anything. He also made Four a cupcake, despite the smithy’s protests.

Four shared it with Legend and Rupee later on. Rupee seemed confused at the idea, but had eaten his third of it after Legend had. Legend noted that it was carrot cake, and that he absolutely needs to get that recipe from Wild before this adventure is over.

Sometimes, Rupee will run off and find things to bring Legend, and other times he all-but-drags Legend with him to show the veteran something. It’s a little endearing, and sometimes Rupee finds some interesting stuff. That’s only sometimes, though.

In the span of a few weeks—he thinks, anyway. It’s a little hard to tell—he’d gained the attention of three more bluepees, none of which stayed too long but were present enough to have been named Koholint, Puddles and Blueberry (that last one came from Four. He’d let the smithy name her when they were upset one night) respectively.

Much like Rupee, however, they fussed over Legend too much. He’ll say he doesn’t know why they do it, but he does, and he hates it.

Just because his bunny form is a little…smaller than the average bunny, doesn’t mean he’s a baby.

Legend sighed. “What’s up, Rupee?”He tilted his head at the creature, groaning in annoyance when Rupee pawed at his leg before turning and hopping a small distance away, before stopping and turning to see if Legend was following.

Looks like he wants Legend to follow. Reluctantly, Legend stood up. “If the others ask, I’m just taking a walk. Rupee wants to show me something.”

“Okay. Be careful, vet.”

“Will do.”He hums, turning and following Rupee as he began to lead the veteran somewhere.

Belatedly, Legend realises that his sword is still with Four, but he doesn’t think he’ll need it. Not really. Rupee doesn’t drag Legend anywhere dangerous—hell, half of the time they don’t even go too far from wherever the chain had set up camp anyways.

Rupee kept going, occasionally slowing down to see if Legend was still following and allowing him to catch up before hopping off in front again. How considerate.

Honestly, Legend doesn’t know why he bothers entertaining it when Rupee leads him away; but no matter how much he questions himself, he still chooses to follow. If asked, he’ll deny the fact he questions himself on it. Nobody needs to be inside his head, except the ones already there. “...you’re not serious here,”Legend sighed out, watching as Rupee disappeared, appearing in a puff of blue smoke at the top of a nearby cliff. “You want me to climb up there? With these bones? No way in hell.” …he climbs up the cliff anyways. He’s admittedly curious about why Rupee wants him up there in the first place. Once he’s safely made it up, Rupee begins to lead him along again, stopping every so often so Legend can catch up. They don’t travel much further, as Rupee leads Legend into a clearing with a pretty tree and a pond in the centre. Vaguely, Legend recognises that this place reeks of magic. It doesn’t feel hostile, though, just…curious. “Okay, Rupe. What’re we here for?”He kneels down to the bluepee cautiously. In return, Rupee nudges his hand, and Legend belatedly realises that Rupee was trying to comfort him. He’s not leading Legend anywhere else, now, just sitting with him and nuzzling up to him. He still seems to think Legend needs to be comforted. Legend would be mad if it wasn’t Rupee. But it is, so he doesn’t, and instead settles onto the grass with him. He has to admit, this place is calming. It’s quiet, and absolutely soaked in protective magic. It’s safe. Even if the magic here feels curious, like it’s trying to figure out who and what Legend is, it doesn’t seem like whatever it’s coming from seems to be hostile. The veteran relaxes, running his fingers through the glowing blue fur of his little companion. Rupee seems to appreciate it. Legend doesn’t relax like this often. At home, he does. He has plenty of animals back home that he can do this with, he just…doesn’t do it while adventuring. His ears twitch. Something blue moves near the pond, but it’s too small to be a bluepee. It’s…a horse, he thinks. But it’s…not a horse. He knows what a horse looks like. He has one of his own at home. Twilight’s got his horse, Epona, with them. This is a horse, but it’s…not.

It has a similar glow to the bluepees, and Legend registers that the magic he felt earlier is coming from this being. How weird. The horse-thing seems to stare at Legend, and all he can do is stare back. He swears this thing has more eyes than it should. It has antlers, too, sort of like the ones that the bluepees have. After a solid, uncomfortable minute, it takes a step closer. And closer, up until it’s right in front of the veteran. Legend stares at it, before slowly standing up. He never takes his eyes off of the creature, and doesn’t even think about moving too quickly. Once he’s standing, he offers a hand out to the creature. He can feel the aura from the thing. It’s curious. Protective. “I’m gonna call you Pond,”Legend decides, once the…horse (he’ll keep calling it a horse, for now) nudges into his hand. “I don’t have any food with me.”He mumbles. “I’m sorry.”He does feel a little bad about it, but how could he have known?

Pond seemingly doesn’t mind. He spends a while just,,,sitting there, in the presence of a fluffle of bluepees and Pond. It’s…nice. Their presence almost feels healing, as he doesn’t seem to have a single complaint about how his body feels. Eventually, though, he realises that he did sort of leave without telling anyone except Four, and they might be getting worried now. “Rupe, we have to go,”Legend sighs. He doesn’t want to. He sort of just wants to stay here. Rupee hops up, though, and Legend pulls himself off of the ground. He turns to Pond, and runs his fingers through their mane. “I have to go now, Pond. It was nice to meet you.” Pond doesn’t seem happy. Makes a sound of protest that Legend’s only ever heard from Pepper, when he does something that she doesn’t like. “I know,”He frowns. “I’m sorry. I would stay if I could.”And he would. He would spend so much longer here if he was able. Pond seems to make a decision. Starts trotting away from the body of water, towards where Rupee is sitting. Legend, confused but needing to go that way anyways, follows. This is how he finds himself walking down a beaten path with a bluepee and a strange, horse-like creature who feels like a deity. This is how he finds himself back at camp, still with the two in tow. “Hey Ledge, enjoy your—”Wild cuts off, staring behind him. “This is Pond,”Legend informs. Then, “Do you know what it is…? I think it’s a horse? But it’s not.” “That’s—Legend, that’s the lord of the mountain.”Wild blinks rapidly. “That’s basically a minor god. How did you..” “Oh. Pond just kinda followed us back.” “Pond.”He wheezes, and Legend thinks he might be dying for a second. “You somehow befriended a minor god, and you named it Pond?” Legend pouts. “I think it’s a good name.” “For a pet, maybe.” Legend frowns and turns to Pond. “Do you like the name I gave you, or do you want something else? Nudge once for you like it, twice for you want a new one.” Pond nudges him once. “See? Pond likes it!” “Vet. You’re back.”Four hums, wandering over to scoop Rupee up into their arms, tilting their head at Pond. “Made a new friend?” “Yeah. Named ‘em Pond. Wild says they’re a minor god. Cool, right?” “So cool.”Four nods, petting Rupee. “Is that what Rupee wanted to show you?” “Yeah.”Legend fetches an apple from his bag, feeding it to Pond as he speaks. “There’s a little pond up on that hill. Pretty tree. There’s a lot more bluepees there, and that’s where Pond was.” Four hums, still holding Rupee as they step a little closer to Pond, tilting their head curiously. Legend notes that Four stays behind him, as if Pond might get spooked by Four’s very existence. “So creepy…Pond is so cool. Can we keep them?” “If they’re a god like Wild says…we shouldn’t, no. Pond really didn’t like the idea of me leaving their side, though. Like. Got so upset when me and Rupee went to leave that they followed us all the way back.” Four whistles. “Damn. Hey, can we swap Epona out for Pond? Pond looks cooler.” “Four!”Sky scolds with a frown. “I’m joking~ Relax. We can have both.” “You can’t keep the lord of the mountain!”Wild whines. Despite Wild protesting it, though; Pond hangs around the group for the rest of their time in this era, hovering over Legend and Rupee. Wild accepts this.

Later, he tells Legend that he’s lucky to be able to befriend Pond—who, Wild reveals, is actually called Satori—so easily. Legend doesn’t get it, though. Never does. He’s not really that lucky. Animals just like him. Wild throws something at him when he says that. Genuinely throws his soup ladle at the veteran, while the others laugh about it. Distantly, Legend wonders why animals trust him so easily. It can’t just be because he’s sometimes a bunny. It’s weird, but welcome. He does need to look into it, though. Preferably before he accidentally befriends another deity.

#the rainbow twinks #rainbow ramblings #asmo and prince <3 #linked universe #lu #linked universe legend #lu legend #linked universe four #lu four #linked universe wild #lu wild #(those last two r brief)#rupee the bluepee #lu fic #lu fanfiction #linked universe fic #linked universe fanfiction #guys please....

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intheticklecloset · 6 months

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TickleTober Day #20: Movie Night

Levi and Asmo (Obey Me!)

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Levi had been thrilled when he convinced Asmo to watch this anime with him. It had great storytelling and character development, and he loved the art, too. For his brother’s sake, he’d gushed about how cute the characters were and how he could probably get some inspiration from them for his wardrobe or makeup or whatever – and it had worked! He was ecstatic!

…until that scene came up.

Honestly, he’d forgotten about that scene. The one where the girls were talking about who they liked and got into a huge tickle fight over it. Everything was going so well until that scene.

Beside him, Asmo giggled the longer the scene went on. “I wonder if humans really do this kind of thing to find out who each other likes? Do you think we should test it on…”

Asmo was looking at him now. Seeing his dark red blush. Seeing how rigid he was.

Crap.

“Levi?”

“Nothing!”

“I…didn’t even say anything yet—”

“I said it’s nothing!”

Asmo frowned at him, grabbing the remote to pause the anime. Unfortunately it was paused on a close-up of one of the girls’ laughing faces. Why him?

“You look really uncomfortable. What’s going on? I thought you loved this anime. You wouldn’t shut up about it.”

“I do love it!” Now Levi felt the need to defend himself and his beloved show. “It’s great! The characters—”

Asmo waved a hand. “Yes, yes, I’ve heard it all already. But if you love it, why do you look so…upset?”

Levi gulped. He dared a glance at Asmo. His younger brother was looking at him with genuine concern and curiosity, and somehow that made all of this worse. He quickly darted his eyes away and shifted in his seat.

“It’s…this scene,” he admitted finally, in a voice so quiet Asmo had to lean in to hear him.

“This scene? What about it?”

“I wish…” Levi shied away from him and covered his eyes, rushing out the last words so fast they blurred together. “Iwishthatwasme.”

Asmo was quiet for a minute.

Then he let out a soft cooing noise that put Levi on high alert.

“Aww~ You wanna get tickled, Levi? Why didn’t you just say so?”

The Avatar of Envy blushed even harder, whining. “Don’t say it like that!”

But Asmo wasn’t listening anymore. He dove forward, fingers deep in his sides, and Levi sputtered like a sprinkler before tossing his head back and giggling hysterically, unable to hide how excited he was that he hadn’t been made fun of. Hadn’t had to provoke or beg for it.

“Ooh, look how ticklish you are! I bet I can make you squeal like those anime girls, big brother~”

Levi shook his head through his cackling. “Dohohohohon’t sahahahahay that!”

Asmo tsked. “Fine, you don’t want me to talk? Just laugh for me then, cutie!”

Levi succumbed to his fate and did just that.

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A/N: I got this thought a while back, especially when it's group idiocy and you have to stop them all moving so they don't fuck up further. Just wanna remind them we love them and don't want to hurt them. There will be a part 2 for Mc so stay tuned!

Summary: You use the pact you have to stop them from doing something stupid. After this, they hurt and ache. You bestow aftercare on them after this to remind them you love them ♡

Warnings: The boys are a bit pouty after you use a command to stop them so now they ache,, (They're okay though!) Just so much fluff ♡

Commands

How many more times will you be left with the final resort of using a command via your pact with them to stop them from getting into any more trouble than they're already in? If only they listened to you, you swear all of this could be avoided but here we are. You'd all decided on a family outing but after one wrong word from a certain demon, here they were kneeling on the floor equally angry as they listened to you whilst being unable to oppose this.

"Do you understand now why I had to use the pact on you?" They all nodded apart from Mammon. Gently walking to him you crouched gently, "Do you not understand Mammon?" He gently shook his head, wings drooping behind him. They were all currently in their demon forms due to their argument.

"I didn't do anythin'..." Sighing gently, you brushed his white locks away from his eyes.

"Mammon, I used the command on you too because you were getting increasingly angry and using harsher words which were in turn winding up some of your brothers." You paused momentarily to give him a sympathetic smile. "I used the command so you'd calm down, so all of you would, and take a moment to think this through. Do you understand now?" He nodded lightly, gazing at his brothers who all appeared a lot calmer though undeniably pouty. After a while you had managed to get them all to apologise and after relieving the command, you had reached home where you'd now take care of them all. Using the command always made them achy afterwards but they always said there's no cause for concern as they're demons. You always ignored that though, you didn't want them hurting at all.

Lucifer.

As soon as you all returned home he had made a B-Line straight to his office away from the antics of his brothers. This was the perfect chance for you to make him some tea that would soothe him, of course in his favourite china cup.

Knocking on his door, once you were allowed in you instantly served him the lavender tea and sat him upon his bed. At his confusion you could only smile as you sat beside him and began to thread your fingertips through his black locks.

"I know me using the pact makes you achy and I'm really sorry I used it today. I just didn't want you all tearing each other to bits whether physically or emotionally. So please Luci, relax now okay? Let me take care of you."

At your words he felt himself immediately soften and lean a little more into your touch. He May be too prideful to tell you that You were right and he did ache, but he wasn't too prideful to thank You for your care.

"Thank you, Mc. For always taking care of me and my brothers… We'd be lost without you. I'd be broken without you." He coughed a little to try and hide the way his cheeks dusted red. "Thank you for this tea too... It's your human tea isnt it? Well, i'm honoured that I get to try it."

Mammon.

He was more or less like a lost lamb, following you back and sticking beside you. He always viewed the usage of the pact to be personal, something which you agreed with. So, due to this, he always wanted to spend time with you after situations like these.

Holding his hand, the first place you'd take him back to is your room so you can surround him with pillows and hugs. You'd cuddle him up against you and remind him of how much you adore him whilst rubbing at the aches along his back.

"You know I love you dont you Mammon? That I'm so lucky to have you by my side as somebody I was lucky enough to be able to meet and adore."

He'd be very flustered at these words, but he'd just hide himself further within your hold to cover the blush against his skin.

"Y-yeah! Ya lucky you met the Great Mammon!" He'd pause for a moment though, his voice growing softer. "T-though i'm lucky to have met ya too... Thank you for staying. I- I love ya. Aint nobody else that loves you as much as I love you!"

Leviathan.

He'd be a little too awkward to admit that he really wanted to spend some time with you. His mind would instantly travel down that not so fun path of bad thoughts. That's until your voice piped up though, a gentle smile resting upon your beautiful features.

"Levi? Could I come back to your room with you? I thought we could play some calm games you showed me. To relax together! If that's okay of course? Nothing is better than spending time with my Player One!"

Be prepared to play games like Animal Crossing and Stardew Valley together! They're the perfect games to relax with him and help him feel a bit better about the achy feeling. You'd give him lots of little gifts in both games and let him play hero by protecting you from the monsters in Stardew Valley.

After this, you were desperate to watch a new romance anime he had gotten into. You loved it when he rambled though, and he felt loved when you listened.

"Are you sure you wanna watch? Trust me, it's the best anime right now! The two main characters remind me of us because… Well you'll see! J-just know I love you. You're my Player Two. Now come watch! It's starting!"

Satan.

A lot quieter upon the arrival of home, though he doesn't hesitate to go up to you to ask if you'd spend some time with him. But here, you're the one who asks first and you can literally see his eyes light up!

"Satan, do you think I could come with you to your room? I have a new book I'd really love to read with you. If that's okay with you of course? I really do adore you and I love spending time with you."

You'd both get to cuddle up on his bed whilst you read the book to him instead of him reading to you like usual. He'd keep you cuddled up against his chest so that his head could rest upon your own. You have no idea how much your voice soothes him, Mc ♡

After reading, you'd just relax with him and share mindless chatter amongst yourselves. Giving his hands light kisses and gently playing with them will always soothe the aches in his body. You really do make him feel so safe and loved, Mc.

"Thank you Mc, for everything… And I'm sorry our behaviour led to you having to use the pacts. I know you try not to use them if you can help it. Thank you for looking after me and my brothers."

Asmodeus.

Will not hesitate to complain about the usage of the pact and how achy he feels. He will immediately cling to your arm and whine to you about this. The second you offer to give him the best self care ever though, he's putty in your hands.

"Asmo, sweetie? How about a bath to soothe the ache? I'll show you all the best products I have from the human world too. Does that sound good?"

You don't even have to ask twice because you're now running the bath for a very happy Asmo. Whilst washing his hair and washing the ache away for him as gently as possible, you smothered him with love by telling him how much you simply adore him. You're gonna make him cry happy tears, Mc.

After the bath and wrapping him in the fluffiest robe he owns, you gently begin to brush his hair for him whilst allowing more gentle yet loving words to leave your lips. Please pamper him Mc! ♡

"You're just too sweet to me Mc! Lemme give you a kiss to show you how grateful I am? Really though... Thank you. I feel loads better with you here, I just love you so much! ♡"

Beelzebub.

He's pouty, so so pouty. Poor boy absolutely hates upsetting you and hates it when he and his brothers put you in a situation where you have to use the pact. He's sorry Mc! ♡

"Beel? Are you hungry? Would you mind if I cooked for you? I know a human dish I think you'll love, it always makes me feel better after a tough day!"

Beel doesn't hesitate to agree, and once you get into the kitchen and begin to cook with him, you can't help but melt though at the smile beginning to form back upon his face. All whilst cooking and letting him taste little bits, you remind him how proud of him you are and how much you absolutely adore him. His cheeks are red and there's such a big smile upon his face.

After cooking, you serve him your favourite human world comfort dish and watch as he excitedly eats and loves every single mouthful of it. You always make him feel so much better! He loves you that much he's even giving you mouthfuls too.

"Thank you Mc, this is really tasty. I feel better now, thank you for everything. Here! Taste some too, it's really yummy. Can you make it again? Please? Tastes like home."

Belphegor.

He's pretending like he couldn't care less about what happened, but in reality he feels exactly the same way that Beel does. He's secretly sorry, Mc.

"Belphie? Would you want to come to the attic with me? I'd really love to take a nap with you if that's oka-"

You don't even get to finish your sentence because he's already travelling up to the attic to hold you so close in his arms. Though this time once you both lay on the bed, you very carefully wrap him up in his favourite blanket and let him use your chest as a pillow. He wont ever admit it, but he loves hearing your heartbeat. It reminds him that you're safe and sound with him.

After a nap, you both begin to talk as your fingers thread through his hair soothingly. He loves talking with you, it really makes him so happy. The way that you treat him so gently truly makes him tear up in joy, he really has so much love for you Mc!

"Sleep with me again Mc? Dreams with you are my favourite of all… I'd do anything to always get this time with you - you know that right?"

#obey me #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me fanfiction #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me! shall we date?#obey me!#obey me comfort #obey me fluff

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kitsune-oji · 8 months

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Idk if this is a cute request idea 😭 but I was thinking any gender reader goes to an event/party with Asmo and Mammon. they feel fine going into it, but get overwhelmed/start getting quite anxious because they're not really a fan of super loud crowded places but they wanted to go to try and "get out of their shell". What the brothers do to help you, try helping you enjoy it or take you out of there completely? Thank you. I hope you have a good day :)

Party People (not)

This was a wonderful idea, anon! Thank you!! Very very cute and I can relate so it was easier to write. I had a lot of fun and I hope you like it too

Asmo x/& gn!Mc x/& Mammon

Word count: 1'179

Warnings/tags: Reader called "bud" and "darling", overstimulated Reader

It had sounded like a good idea at the time, going out with Asmo and Mammon and just partying the night away. While it wasn't really your scene and you felt way out of place, you still wanted to do it. To go out and dance with them, laugh with them. How could you ever have a bad time around the avatars of greed and lust? They were The party animals and if anyone could get you into the spirit of clubbing, it would be them.

Fairly enough, despite the nervous jitters in your limbs you took a deep breath and went along with them. Asmo had helped you pick something out that was flattering but just as far as you were comfortable with and Mammon waited for the two of you in a car, looking sleek as he whistled when you approached.

The car ride was fun already and you felt yourself relaxing. Since you felt safe around your demons, it couldn't be too bad. Tonight would be fun. At least you told yourself this, hoping that it would hold true.

Once you arrived at The Fall however, the anxiety pooled in your stomach again and you swallowed hard. It looked so intimidating with all the people, the loud music and the flashing lights. It was all so new and so very very scary. Yet you kept going, Asmo tugging you with them towards the entrance and past the bouncer who only nodded and bowed slightly towards your demons as he let you pass through.

It was loud. Very loud.

The demons inside weren't so close that you couldn't move through but there was nowhere to go where you wouldn't be surrounded by people from all sides. The music was booming, though you knew it was even louder near the dance floor. Through it, the people tried to be even louder to make themselves heard and all it boiled down to was a lot of talking from everywhere, drowned out by the music just enough that you couldn't understand what they were actually saying without getting closer. There was no way you'd do that.

Not that you could, anyhow. With the whiplash you got, you hadn't really noticed where you were going. Now you were standing between Asmo and Mammon at the counter as the bickered and somehow got into an argument over what drink you'd like more. You wondered why they hadn't just asked you but shook your head at the thought. You would never make much sense of these brothers anyway.

It was ok, you told yourself, finally with a drink in your hand and sipping on it. The ice touched your lip and the liquid going down your throat felt refreshing. Like a small respite from everything around you, just until the feeling passed and you were thrust back into the talking and booming and flashing and movement around you.

You took another deep breath, letting it out slowly. You could do this.

But you couldn't. You really really couldn't do it at all and by the time your demons noticed, you were already struggling to breathe, clenching your eyes closed and holding your hands over your ears to block it out. Block everything out.

It wasn't enough but you couldn't move, couldn't just open your eyes and walk out, you couldn't even breathe right so how would you? Gentle hands touched your arm and wrapped around it when you didn't flinch away. You knew that touch.

Asmo guided you somewhere, maybe outside but no fresh air greeted you. You walked up stairs and doors opened and closed and then everything was muted and the lights shining through your eyelids were gone too. After being sat down on a couch, you felt Asmo shift to kneel in front of you. When you let your hands fall from your ears into your lap, he took them in his. Softly enough that you could take them back again but strong enough to offer stability, to ground you.

Before he could say anything, Mammon's voice reached you. The door opened shortly before it was closed again and the sudden return of sound made you flinch.

"A little warning next time, Mammon? Gosh, you can't just open the door out of nowhere like that", Asmo hissed through his teeth, cutting his brother off before you could understand what he wanted to say.

A pause.

"...sorry."

That made you open your eyes. Mammon just apologising like that was weird and kind of concerning. Asmo's features smoothed out just as you looked at him and you shifted your attention to Mammon instead.

He looked a bit put out but slowly walked towards you with a crease in between his brows that looked a lot more like concern. For you.

"Hey, bud", he whispered, "Are ya ok?"

Asmo looked at you as well, patiently waiting for your answer. For a moment, you tried to ask yourself this question first. Were you ok?

With everything now muted, alone with your two demons in a room so dimly lit it was almost fully dark, it was a lot easier to breathe again. Your hands in Asmo's were cradled softly and the two of them being so worried about you made your heart feel much the same.

"I think..", you started, trying to feel what words are right, "I think I'm ok now, maybe?"

Immediately, their expressions smoothed out. With a relieved sigh, his shoulders sagging, Asmo smiled up at you from where he still sat.

"We were worried, darling."

"Yeah, you just kinda shut down out there."

With a sigh of your own, you explained how everything had overwhelmed you to the point you couldn't think clearly anymore. They listened, asked for clarification and apologised for dragging you there.

"No, no! I wanted to come here, you didn't force me and you couldn't have known that it would mess with me this much. I didn't know either, I thought I could handle it when I'm with you and... while I feel safer with you around, it's just too much still. I'm sorry for messing up what was supposed to be a fun night out."

Asmo tutted at you, "None of that now, you don't have anything to apologise for either. As you said, you didn't know and it's not like you struggle on purpose."

You shook your head in agreement. Nobody got overwhelmed on purpose.

"So don't worry yer pretty lil head, yeah?", Mammon chimed in next to you, "As long as yer fine, that's what matters."

"Do you want to go home or do you wanna try again? I think going back home would be nice, we could just have our own little party" - Asmo leaned closer to you and squeezed your hands gently - "celebrating us. ♡"

You couldn't help the chuckle escaping you, even as Mammon complained that he wasn't going to let Asmo exclude him now.

As long as you were with them, whether it was a night out or a night in, you knew it'd end up fun.

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daytaker · 2 months

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3. Detours

(Existing Sucks So) Let's All Be Shadows.

A Satan-centric Nightbringer Timeline Fic (Read on AO3) *This post combines Chapters 3 (Rulemaker) & 4 (Detour) from the AO3 version for a smoother read, IMO.

Chapter Starring: MC, Lucifer, Mammon, Satan Chapter Word Count: ~4k Chapter Warnings: Mentions of Leon Trotsky

“Satan, there are many things about this world you don’t understand yet. You can’t learn everything from books, I’m afraid.”

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I thought I was starting to settle into my role as demonsitter–sorry, attendant–but the incident with Satan and Solomon’s cookies set me back a bit in Lucifer’s book. Of course, I knew he would find out what had happened, so I didn’t do much to obfuscate the truth when he started asking questions. Lucifer always found out in the end. Even Satan seemed to accept that, not denying a thing as he glowered at the floor and let Beel help him to his room. Satan was confined to his room then, though after the walk back from the castle, he didn’t seem to be in much condition to do anything else. It was one punishment after another for him, it seemed. I wasn’t sure how effective that approach was, but it wasn’t as if Lucifer was taking constructive criticism from outside sources. But Lucifer took my decision to go to Barbatos for help instead of him as something of a slight, and the fact that I carried around Solomon’s cooking at all clearly didn’t sit well with him.

“It was considerably reckless of you to wander around with Solomon’s cooking in an open container,” Lucifer told me directly the next afternoon. The eldest brother had taken me to the common room and had me sit down on the sofa across from him, a tea tray sitting on the table between us.

“I’m sorry,” I said in reply to Lucifer’s comment, bowing my head. “It was late at night, and I wasn’t expecting to run into anyone.”

“However, you did.”

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “...I never meant for Satan to get hurt.”

Lucifer sighed, crossed his arms, and leaned back in his seat. “No, I suppose you didn’t. You wouldn’t have sought treatment if you intended to hurt him. Nevertheless, your antics put him in danger–again.”

“Again? ...You’re talking about what happened the day we met, aren’t you,” I guessed, and Lucifer nodded. I wanted to say that I hadn’t meant to hurt him then either, but my involvement was much more direct in that instance, so I didn’t think I’d look any better if I argued my case. So I turned up the self-deprecation a little and bowed my head. “I’ve done an awful job keeping him safe.”

“And an exemplary job getting him injured.”

That stung just a little. I bit my lip and clenched my fists at my sides. “I’m sorry.”

Lucifer took his teacup and saucer. He held them near his mouth, but didn’t seem very interested in actually drinking anything. Staring into the liquid, he spoke quietly, almost to himself. “I don’t understand why Diavolo relies on you so implicitly. Making you our attendant, appointing you as one of the founders of his new school… I don’t understand it.” He looked up at me. “I hope you don’t take offense, but I have no reason to trust you.”

I shook my head, though I felt pretty dejected. “I’m not offended. Like you said, you don’t have any way to know if I’m trustworthy or not.”

Lucifer stared at me for a few seconds, then set his tea down and sighed loudly. It was a sound I instantly recognized from my time with the brothers back in my era. That was how Lucifer sighed when he knew he should be angry with me, but he wasn’t, and he was frustrated with himself for giving me such lenient treatment. It was a very specific sigh, but I’d heard it enough times that I knew I was out of the woods. There was a light at the end of the tunnel. I wouldn’t die today.

“...That being said, I don’t have any particular reason to distrust you, or to question Diavolo’s judgment.” He leaned back in his seat. “The incident at the time of your arrival aside, it’s only to be expected that someone would be overwhelmed to suddenly receive so many responsibilities. And like I said, I don’t suspect you of any malicious intent in the incident this morning.”

I smirked internally.

“So, granted you understand your mistakes and promise to alter your behavior in the future, I don’t see how any severe reprisals could be of any benefit. However, I would prefer to be present during your interactions with my brothers for the foreseeable future.”

The internal smirk faded, replaced with a grimace. Oh, man. The boys were going to love this. I could already picture Mammon’s expression. Jaw hanging open, stuttered protests barely escaping his throat as his brain worked overtime, trying to process the sheer horror of sharing me with Lucifer “for the foreseeable future.”

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“What do you mean, ‘for the foreseeable future’?!” Mammon sputtered.

After Lucifer and I left the common room, Mammon had sprung on me with a request to go shopping. It was obvious he’d been waiting in the wings for me to finish with his brother. However, whatever hopes he’d been harboring about our afternoon were dashed when Lucifer smilingly agreed to join us.

“Nah, no way! I’m headed to Majolish. That place really ain’t your style,” Mammon had said, casually dropping an arm around my shoulders. “We’ll pick you up some new socks though.”

That was when Lucifer let the ax fall.

And the cries of disbelief began. “Foreseeable future? What the hell’s the foreseeable future?” Mammon didn’t have an arm slung around my shoulders anymore so much as he was clinging to me like a child afraid of losing his favorite toy.

“Long enough,” Lucifer chuckled. It was one of his scary chuckles; the kind he used when he knew he was jabbing someone where it hurt.

Mammon must have texted his brothers the news, because within minutes Belphegor and Leviathan were in the hall with us lodging their own complaints.

“You’ll get bored,” Levi insisted. “I need someone to be my P2 to unlock the rest of the achievements in Friday Night Fantasy II: Chronicles of Nox.” He looked at me. “I’m going to 100% it, and I’ll have to spend some time teaching you the basic mechanics, but it’s a pretty standard rogue-like game with a gacha system. You won’t have to worry about drawing for weapons or anything though because I’ve gotten pretty much everything, and the game’s got a trading system that you can abuse the hell out of. So we’ll have to get your account and character set up quickly before the developers crack down on that.” He turned back to Lucifer again with an uncharacteristically cheerful expression. “Wow, that probably sounded super boring to you, didn’t it! Don’t worry, we’ll be fine if you leave us alone. Don’t worry! Definitely don’t worry.”

Lucifer didn’t have a chance to respond to all that before another complaint went up.

“Hmm… We won’t need you around while I’m sleeping either.” Belphegor glared sullenly at his eldest brother. “Don’t be so controlling.”

Lucifer quirked an eyebrow. “You plan to…sleep? With our…?”

“I don’t want you to watch me when I’m sleeping.” Belphie interrupted as if he hadn’t heard his brother. He glowered at Lucifer through his mop of hair. “That would be creepy.”

“But ya do want some random demon from off the street to watch ya? At least be consistent,” Mammon scoffed. “Anyway, I dunno what you’re complainin’ about. You won’t know who’s around if you’re just sleepin’ anyway.”

“Not some random demon off the street. Our attendant.” Belphie cast a glance that was somehow both scorching and sleepy in Mammon’s direction. “I like listening to lullabies.” Then he shifted a softer glance in my direction. “You seem like you’d have a nice voice.”

Just what did these guys think an attendant’s job was?

“I don’t mind if Lucifer wants to eat with us,” Beelzebub offered. He and Asmo had turned up at some point while their brothers complained, and the front hall was starting to feel a little crowded.

“I don’t mind if Lucifer joins us either!” sang out Asmo, hugging my arm. “The more the merrier in my bathtub, that’s what I always say!”

Lucifer grimaced. “It hadn’t occurred to me that each of you independently planned to monopolize this demon’s time.”

“This is stupid.”

We all looked down the hall. Satan stood with his arms crossed over his chest, a characteristic scowl on his face.

“Ah, shouldn’t you be resting?” I asked, a little awkwardly from my spot squeezed between Mammon and Asmo, with Belphie drifting off on my shoulder.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he snapped, casting glares at all his brothers. He looked like a cat that entered a pen of puppies looking for a fight. At last his gaze landed on Lucifer. “What the hell is this stupid new rule they're all texting me about? You can’t trust us to take care of ourselves around one shrimpy demon?”

I somewhat resented the term “shrimpy”, but he wasn’t exactly wrong.

“This demon was trained in magic by the greatest human sorcerer to ever live,” Lucifer reminded him. “Though you seem unwilling to believe it, I have your best interests at heart.”

“I don’t want your protection. Do you really think so little of us that we don’t even get to have a say in the matter?”

“Satan,” Lucifer sighed, “there are many things about this world you don’t understand yet. You can’t learn everything from books, I’m afraid.”

For a moment, Satan looked genuinely taken aback. The moment ended quickly, though, and Satan’s tail snapped like a cracking whip. “Don’t speak to me like I’m a child!”

“Hey, hey, take it easy, guys,” Mammon cut in, letting go of me to position himself between his feuding brothers. “Listen, Lucifer, Satan’s got a point. You might be the de facto leader ‘round here, but ya can’t just go around makin’ up rules left and right.”

Lucifer’s reaction to Mammon’s interjection was frigid. His eyes wandered from Mammon, to Satan, then over to me. He almost looked like he expected me to add something to the debate. But I had enough sense not to stick my neck out in a situation like this–especially one that I indirectly caused.

Satan, on the other hand, looked like he’d been thrown entirely off his balance. The cocksure readiness to go into whatever might come next swinging had drained from his face, and instead, he was looking at Mammon as if he’d just discovered a new species of fruit bat. Surely this wasn’t the first time one of the brothers had taken his side in an argument…? Right?

“Ugh… I hate to say it, but Mammon’s making a lot of sense,” Belphie said, lifting his head from my shoulder and wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

“Why d’you hate to say that?!” Mammon exclaimed.

Belphie ignored him. “And Satan too. We aren’t little kids, y’know…?” He shifted his posture, now leaning against Beelzebub. “Isn’t this part of why we’re here in the first place…? Because we didn’t want to blindly follow orders from someone who thought they knew better than us?”

Lucifer had looked as chill as ice before, but a flicker of surprise broke his expression then. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, and, unusually for him, he seemed to be taking a moment to decide what to say. “...Belphegor. Mammon. I understand your frustration. We’ve only just been given leave to live outside the Demon King’s castle, and here I am, imposing more restrictions on you.”

Satan’s face, which had been looking from Mammon to Belphie with an expression that almost resembled hope, clouded over and hardened as he looked at Lucifer again. “Don’t listen to him,” he said. His voice was steady, but there was a cloying desperation at the edge of the tone he used. “He’s full of it. You know he is.” He looked at the rest of his brothers, trying to rally them. “You don’t have to be obedient little boys anymore. This is Hell. We’re demons. And demons…” He cracked a smile. “...Don’t you want to spend time with your new ‘friend’?” He pointed at me, and I felt oddly exposed. I didn’t like the way he said friend. “Lucifer, are you jealous?”

His earnest expression had shifted into a sneer, and I realized that he’d lost the plot. Whatever he wanted to say against Lucifer, he’d thought better of it and switched tactics.

“Jealous?” Lucifer's expression was unreadable.

“Look at all your brothers. They’re just desperate to spend time with…what’d you say, Mammon? Some demon off the street?”

Mammon shifted uneasily, his eyes darting to me, then to the ground. “Well, yeah, but, I mean, I didn’t mean…”

“It seems a little bit like they’re all desperate to have someone else to rely on. Someone besides Big Brother.”

I glanced around at the rest of the brothers. They all avoided eye contact, and Beel gripped his gurgling stomach with both hands. They seemed unhappy, confused, and uncomfortable.

“Satan, I believe you’ve made your point.” Lucifer seemed to have fully recovered his composure. He exhaled and glanced around at his brothers. “There’s no need to make this matter so contentious. I won’t force my presence upon anyone if you really feel so strongly about it. But I expect to be informed of who you are with and where you are, if either of those things involve any of my brothers.” The last sentence was directed at me, and I nodded in amazement. Somehow… that had worked? I wasn’t sure if it was Satan or Belphie’s words or if it was little more than a tactical retreat by Lucifer, but seeing him back down shocked me.

I wasn’t the only one, either. All six of Lucifer’s brothers looked astounded. Even Satan was caught thoroughly by surprise.

“...Does that mean we can go to Majolish?” Mammon asked after a brief silence.

“I’m coming too!” cried Asmo.

“I wouldn’t mind the fresh air,” Belphie said with a soft smile.

Beel nodded to his twin. “We could get dinner while we’re out too.”

“Hey, whoa whoa whoa, that wasn’t an open invitation!” Mammon raised his hands up defensively and glared at his brothers.

Levi groaned. “I can’t believe I’m forced to go out with a bunch of normie extraverts like you.”

“Nobody’s forcing you to do anything! Stay home!” Mammon barked.

“Hm. It doesn’t seem like my presence would be such an encumbrance at this rate,” Lucifer commented. Then he laughed another one of his knife-twisting laughs. “I might as well come along after all.”

Mammon looked gutted, and Satan looked like Trotsky after the failed 1905 revolution. He didn’t meet my eyes as he turned around and walked deeper into the mansion.

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The trip to Majolish was about what you would expect. The place mostly cleared out when the brothers entered; their reputation as fallen angels was still fresh, and it was only due to their status as the demons who had tamed Cerberus that they were let inside at all.

The staff were standoffish, keeping behind the counter and in the lounge behind the shop as much as possible, but that didn’t bother the brothers much–not that I could tell, at least.

Mammon wanted me to watch him parade in and out of the dressing room in a whole variety of stupid outfits. Asmodeus wanted me to watch him parade in and out of the dressing room in a whole variety of stupid outfits while also trying on a bunch of stupid outfits myself. Levi settled into a chair outside the dressing room with a portable game console and became absorbed in it almost immediately. Belphie fell asleep in the chair beside him, hugging a pillow and resting his head on Levi’s shoulder. Beel kept wandering out of the front entrance and staring wistfully at the food stalls whose wares Lucifer refused to buy. Lucifer himself stood in the center of the store, browsing the socks and briefs with an expression of almost comical severity.

I sat on Levi’s other side whenever I wasn’t humoring Asmo’s need to dress me up, and between fielding Mammon and Asmo’s need for validation of their fashion tastes and listening to Levi explain his tactical decisions in My Secret Devildom Life, I stared out the window and demon-watched.

I wasn’t as surprised as I should have been when I noticed a certain yellow-haired demon loitering around the area, seemingly careful not to get too close to the store. I pulled my D.D.D. from my pocket.

> You can come in if you want. > 4:28 PM

I’ll admit, it was a little funny to watch Satan glance at his D.D.D. and do a double take before quickly retreating out of my line of sight.

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In the end, Lucifer was characteristically frugal, and Mammon and Asmo both left Majolish disappointed. But Mammon was still undeterred on one count.

“I’ll walk ya home. The rest of you can go get lost.”

He grabbed my hand and tugged me after him before his brothers could object.

So, I’ll come out and admit it. I’ve always had a soft spot for Mammon. He’s so full of bluster, but he’s the easiest guy to read, and there was something supremely satisfying to know someone was enamored with you in such a puppy-dog sort of way. So I didn’t really mind him pulling me along, introducing me to sites we both knew I was more familiar with than he was.

“You ever been to that joint?” He pointed to one of the classier restaurants in the shopping district. He continued without waiting for an answer. “I hear it’s run by a syndicate of witches. They’ve got pacts with some of the best chefs in the Devildom and they force ‘em to work crazy hours. Honestly, it’s wild to me how demons’ll make a pact with any old human with something half decent to offer. What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, nothing.” I smiled to myself, but did my best to keep any further giggling to a minimum as memories of a frozen credit card crossed my mind.

The thing that was most amazing to me about the Devildom was how little it changed over the thousand or so years between this time and my own. Many of the same establishments were open, and the street layout was virtually identical. There was nothing to compare this to in the human world. Some human civilizations didn’t survive as long as a Devildom cafe apparently did. Still, this was good news for me. If I was playing the part of a demon, I should at least seem like I know my way around the Devildom I’ve presumably been living in since my birth.

I’d forgotten about Satan’s brief foray into stalking us outside Majolish by now. So when he was suddenly walking alongside me on my right, I almost jumped out of my skin. My hand tightened around Mammon’s, and he let out an embarrassing shriek of surprise when he saw who had joined us.

Satan found all this hilarious. He was snickering at my startled reaction already, but when Mammon yelped, he actually cackled.

“What the hell, Satan?!” Mammon’s face turned red as he realized how ridiculous he must have sounded, and he tugged me over to his other side so he was walking between Satan and me. “Lucifer said you weren’t supposed to leave the house today! Didn’t ya keel over earlier?”

Satan didn’t seem too bothered by our change in position. He kept on walking, undeterred. “The day I start willingly doing what Lucifer tells me to do is the day Hell freezes over,” he replied with a shrug.

“But you were sick earlier,” I argued. “I didn’t drag you halfway around the Devildom to get treatment just to have you pass out and die outside Cocytus Hall.”

“Drag him halfway ‘round the Devildom…?” Mammon looked at me with some confusion, then glared at Satan. “What the hell’d you do, anyway? I just thought ya were hungover!”

“You honestly thought that I was out binge drinking?” Satan delivered Mammon an intense, frosty stare. “You really think that’s what I’d do with my hard-won freedom?”

“I mean, that’s what I might do,” Mammon said, losing confidence partway through the statement. He caught Satan’s eye and waved a hand at him. “...Alright, whatever, it don’t matter anyway. But if you’re sick, you gotta go home!”

“It was food poisoning,” Satan said calmly. “I’m better now.”

It was more like poison poisoning, but I didn’t think Satan would want me to nitpick.

“Well, even if you ain’t sick. Go home.” Mammon gave Satan a meaningful stare, glanced at me, then looked at Satan again with raised eyebrows.

Satan pretended not to understand the not-so-subtle hidden message in the gestures. “No, I’d rather stay out here with you.” He leaned forward, looking past Mammon to see me better. “You’d know this. Where’s the library around here?”

“Hey, I might’ve known that,” Mammon argued.

“Do you?”

“Well…”

Satan nodded, then looked at me again. “So where is it?”

I glanced between the brothers, then shrugged to Mammon. “It’s not that far out of the way. I don’t mind showing him the library.”

Mammon groaned petulantly, but he didn’t have much of an argument against the detour. So we went off course to the south a short distance, and soon the spire of the library was visible above the lower roofs surrounding it.

“How many books does it have?” Satan asked me as we drew nearer.

“Uh,” I answered.

“Who the hell would know that?” Mammon said in my defense. “Lots! Duh!”

Satan pulled ahead of us as we approached the library’s entrance. When Mammon and I stepped inside, we found him staring up at the high walls, the ladders, the neatly ordered shelves, all crammed full of books. It was moments like these that reminded me how short a time Satan had actually been alive. It was evident he’d never seen anything like this before.

“How…do you know where anything is in a place like this?” he asked in a murmur.

“There’s a numerical organization system,” I explained. “There should be signs on the shelves that give an idea about the topics they cover. So, say, the ones over here–”

But he was already gone, darting from shelf to shelf like an excited kid. Mammon exhaled and looked at me.

“Alright, let’s beat it before he gets bored.”

“You don’t wanna watch him?” I asked.

Mammon looked bewildered by my question. “Why the hell would I wanna do that?”

“Look.”

I pointed to where Satan was balancing a few dozen books in his arms. Librarians, evidently recognizing a hazardous customer when they saw one, were shadowing him with obvious anxiety.

“Heh. Funny. Now come on, I gotta get you home before it gets too late.

I sighed, but I decided to humor him. Satan seemed busy enough, and Mammon was obviously feeling impatient and attention starved.

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Where did you go? 9:01 PM

I had just said goodbye to Mammon and flopped onto my own bed when my D.D.D. pinged me. It was a message from Satan.

My stomach dropped. I couldn’t help picturing him, standing with seventy books carefully balanced in his grasp, looking back and forth around the entrance to the library with growing dismay. We hadn’t even said goodbye, I recalled with a sinking pit of shame tunneling through my innards. We just left.

> Mammon wanted to go, and you seemed busy… > 9:03 PM

Okay. 9:04 PM

The terse reply sent a chill down my spine. As tired as I was, I found myself getting up again and heading to the door, slipping my shoes on.

> Are you angry? > 9:05 PM

I’m annoyed with you. 9:08 PM

Another chill. Most people would try to play something like this off, even if they were a little hurt, but not Satan. He was brutally honest.

At the very least you could have texted that you were leaving. 9:09 PM I think that’s pretty much common courtesy. 9:09 PM

> I’m sorry, Satan… > 9:10 PM

I stepped out into the night, feeling tired and guilty and a little peeved with myself for being such a soft-hearted idiot.

> I’m heading back over there now. > 9:11 PM

Don’t. I already left. 9:21 PM

…Ten minutes. He waited a full ten minutes to let me know I shouldn’t bother. Either his arms were full with books during his walk home, or he was a real jackass.

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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.

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misc-obeyme · 9 months

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Hiya, saw that your request was open i was wondering if the request could be that GN MC overhears Lucifer and the brothers talking in thier own languge and MC learns and their reaction...

Hi there, anon!

Okay, hopefully I understood this request correctly. I always thought Lucifer and his brothers only spoke whatever language they speak with MC (in my case, this is English). Though I have thought it would be interesting if demons had a language all their own. I also thought it could be interesting if they all spoke Latin lol. But in the end, I went with the idea that Lucifer and his brothers, since they are fallen angels, originally spoke a language from the Celestial Realm. And that language is their native tongue. MC overhears it and takes it upon themself to learn it. So this is the brothers reacting to MC speaking it to them for the first time.

Hopefully this is what you were looking for!

Thanks for the request!

the brothers react to hearing GN!MC use their native language

Warnings: none!

Lucifer

Who taught you their language, MC? If you learned it on your own, he’s impressed. But please be careful. This language can be dangerous especially if you try to use it to cast spells.

Doesn’t use the language too often, but now that you know it, he uses it more. Likes being able to talk to you in a language different from the usual one.

Lucifer is most likely to slip into this language when he’s tired or distracted. He doesn’t use it normally because it reminds him too much of the Celestial Realm. But since it's his native tongue, sometimes he doesn't fully realize he's using it.

He uses it with his brothers because some of them prefer it, which is how you overheard it in the first place. Simeon also speaks this language, but Lucifer refuses to speak to him in it.

Mammon

Hearing you speak their native language hits him right in the feels. Your voice already feels like home, but when you use that language it brings him back to memories of a different time, too. Absolutely impressed that you taught yourself the language.

Tries not to use it with you all the time, mostly because he knows how it can make some of the others feel. But he loves hearing you use it, so likely uses it with you when you're alone all the time.

Definitely slips into this language when he's upset or when he's making some sort of exclamation. Mutters under his breath in it when he's annoyed about something. Forgets that you speak it now until you respond to his grumblings in the same language.

Catch him off guard by speaking it to him when he's least expecting it. Ah! MC! Ya can't just start talkin' like that! Really fluster him by flirting with him in it. Then he's gonna get all kinds of confused.

Leviathan

Wants to hear you speaking their native language all day long. Never speak to him in any other language again, thanks! He won't actually demand this, but he does really love to hear you speak it.

Doesn't care if Lucifer doesn't like it, he's constantly talking to you in it. Sometimes if he's gone on a bit of a rant about his fave anime characters, he might switch halfway through.

He's amazed that you learned it, though. How'd you do that anyway? Can you learn other languages, too, MC? He wants to learn new languages with you. And no it has nothing to do with the fact that he can start consuming media in those new languages, don't be silly.

Sometimes says random naval jargon in their language, most of which flies right over your head. The vocabulary is too specialized, so you have no clue what he's saying. Realizes he's doing it and has to translate himself for you.

Satan

Knows about your endeavors from the start. If you learned the language on your own, he noticed how you were absorbed in various books about it. If you decided to get a tutor, you know it was Satan who stepped up to the challenge.

Even though this language is likely Celestial in nature, Satan still knows it as his native tongue. Not only did he absorb it when he was part of Lucifer, he came out knowing it fluently. It's a little weird since his brothers don't speak it all that often now, but he doesn't mind it.

Really good at helping you learn more complex sentence structure and lists of vocabulary. Constantly helping you improve your speaking, reading, and writing skills. Probably writes you notes in it all the time just to help you use it more often.

He's proud of you, MC. Expanding your knowledge in this way is a worthy endeavor. If you ever wish to learn any other languages, he's the one who can help you.

Asmodeus

MC, you did not just speak to him in his native tongue like that. Shocked. Surprised. Doesn't know how to react. Impressed with you for learning an entirely new language, but he doesn't use it himself all that often. Only occasionally with his brothers.

Admits that he likes to hear you use it. There's definitely something about you speaking to him in that language that makes him feel something. He's just not sure exactly what it is.

Teaches you songs in their language. He's got such a good voice, you're practically too mesmerized to actually learn them. But in the end, you guys end up singing them together. Everybody else in the house acts like they don't care, but they linger around to listen.

Will sometimes text you in that language. He likes that only you and his brothers can probably read it, so there's something kind of mysterious about it and he likes that. It's a special thing you share as part of the family.

Beelzebub

Definitely surprised when he first hears you use it. He's confused at first and asks you to repeat yourself a few times. Then he wants to know how you learned it. Did you really spend all that time learning it just for them?

He's touched. Loves that he can talk to you in this language now. He probably doesn't use it very often. Finds it easier to just stick to one language instead of bouncing around a lot. But he'll make an extra effort to use it with you.

Of course he tells you all the names of all the foods in this language. You know, just in case you ever want to say them. In fact, you should say them to him, MC. Beel likes hearing you list foods. Don't do that for too long, though, or he'll just get hungry.

Learn a cheer in that language so you can cheer him on in it at Fangol games. You'll thoroughly distract him the first time you do it, but after that it becomes your thing. He loves it and gets a burst of new energy every time he hears your voice using it.

Belphegor

As usual, Belphie acts like he doesn't care, but he's secretly very happy that you speak this language of theirs now. He has a preference for it and will use it with you every chance he gets.

Sometimes he does get a little sad hearing it because it reminds him of Lilith. But if that happens, he just shrugs it off. He cares more about using it with you than letting old memories affect him.

Heard you singing with Asmo. Did he teach you any lullabies, MC? If not, don't worry because Belphie knows them all. If he did, Belphie wants to hear you sing them. You won't get through the entirety of one before he's fallen asleep.

Talks in his sleep in this language sometimes. If you're with him when this happens, you can now understand what he's likely dreaming about. Most of the time it's complete nonsense, though sometimes you'll get something like, "You can't eat that, Beel" or "go away I'm sleeping."

You might also enjoy these multilingual MC headcanons.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

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loverofcats14 · 2 years

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The obey me brothers and dateables. (If not just Diavolo or Asmo) with a reader that is half incubi but tries to suppress those urges but everything just snaps one day??

Haha we share the same mind!

The Demon brothers never realized what your true nature was. You were a lust filled half incubis! You always suppressed your feelings to your friends however;at some point it failed when your heat season came. You tried suppresing it by putting ice packs in your clothes. And by sleeping earlier than usual but you can't keep it up for long-

You rammed into your room taking off your clothes in a frenzy. You needed your body to be free and pleased! But sadly you weren't so quiet to the build up

Lucifer: He heard you run to your room as he felt worried. He walked up to your room about to knock until he heard something heavy hit the floor- He opened the door to see your chest heaving,your hair all messed up,and your entrance leaking with cum. But the part that got him the most was how you were clutching his infamous jacket hugging it tightly- "It smells like you haha-"You just saw him walk in and didn't feel embarrassment.

"I um, hah, not fully mortal Luci-" you huffed your eyes filled with tears looking at him. Lucifer wasn't going to embarrass you knowing how he as well had animalistic urges. He also felt his tip leaking with precum as he walked up to you. "Don't worry my dear Mc you will feel so good I promise~" he sighed kissing you

Mammon: He was going to ask you if you found goldie and try to steal Levi's money until he heard a noise and ran up to your room. "Yo Mc! What h hah-" Mammon was in the doorframe as he saw you using a dildo as you let go just layed there. "Mammon I need you please- this doesn't compare to you~" you whined taking it out. Mammon felt glad you went to him and no one else. He started pulling his sweatpants down as he grabbed your thigh."Only come to me for this stuff human, I'm ya first." Mammon smiled as you knodded your head.

Leviathan: He was chilling in his bathtub playing some games as he heard a ding from his DDD

Can you please come over-?

Sure I can come Mc after my round! Σ(๑��ᵕ•́

Please make it quick!

Levi was surprised he knew you never interrupt his gaming session. So he dropped his game knocking on your door. As he came in he was so close to passing out. You were in a very tight night gown it ridden up showing your cum ridden thighs. "Mc you shouldn't ask a yucky otaku for thi this kinda thing-!" Levi squeaked. "Please Levi, you are the only one I trust with this~" Leviathan's jealously kicked in he would be livid if you asked someone else. "Lets start number 2 player!" Levi started grabbing your thighs as you whimpered.

Asmo: To be fair he had an inkling you weren't normal mortal. And when he wanted to catch to in the act and he did. As he mused closing the door he saw you humping your pillow. "Aw Mc, let me help you~" You stopped as Asmo framed your figure. He started touching your nipples as you moaned so loudly. You tried holding it in as Asmo smiled. "Asmo don't hah tell anyone about me you know-" you whined as he kissed you. "This will be our little secret my Mc ♡ Besides Im expertised in this sort of thing haha!"

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leviathanswingman · 8 months

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The Lament of Asmodeus/ a character study

gift for @ruewrites

category: gen

warnings: violence, blood

word count: 1965

Asmodeus was standing in the middle of his bathroom, staring down at the tub as it was rapidly filling up with crystal clear water. There was a sweet scent, almost sickeningly so, wafting through the humid air. Several flacons and phials were lined up on the edge of the tub, most of them already halfway empty with how often Asmo tended to use them. Mixing them together and watching them form bubbles in the bath had become somewhat of a calming ritual to him. Today however, this little trick of his didn’t seem to work.

Asmodeus was simply standing there, his eyes unfocused and his mind far away as the rushing of water filled his ears and numbed his mind. He watched the way it came gushing out of the faucet, gallon after gallon, the steam rising up and turning the air clammy.

Slowly, he crouched down, reached over the edge and dipped one finger in, the water forming little ripples around it, almost as if trying to flee from his unholy hands. The water turned the lightest shade of carmine as soon as his finger dove in. Asmo flinched, pulling back quickly as if he’d been burnt. His chest was heaving with every new breath. It was getting harder and harder to breathe.

Red, that was all he was able to see. Both of his hands were drenched in it, and there were the remains of something stuck under his perfectly manicured nails. The moment he took note of it, he could also feel it. Screwing his eyes shut, he plunged his hands straight back into the water, trying to rid himself of the dirt and grime. Tears were threatening to spill, only stopped by a certain kind of numbness that had been spreading out from his heart to his fingertips ever since he’d returned home.

After a moment had passed, he slowly lifted his head back up again. Crouching opposite from him was his own reflection, staring back at him unnervingly.

Dried blood was dragging down his hair, making his pretty curls look flat and droopy. His eyes, big with terror, were makeup free and deep set, the bags under his eyes more than prominent.

For once, Asmodeus regretted having filled the room with mirrors on each wall. There was no way to escape from what had become so glaringly obvious. There was no way to run away from that demon he did not recognise. It felt like his reflection was taunting him, beckoning to come closer and dig deeper.

It seemed like the little dove had been right after all. Asmodeus, they called him. Back in the Celestial Realm, he was known as the jewel of the heavens. Every angel, no matter how old or young, used to marvel at the mere sight of him, so pure, so divine. The taste of his name had been like honey on everybody’s tongues, sweet and sure to stick. If they were to see him now, what would they think? Would their eyes widen in shock? Would they perhaps avert their gazes, too embarrassed to even look him in the eye? What would they say in the comforts of their homes, when they thought no one was listening, stripped of all social kindness? The possibilities were maddening to think about and Asmo couldn’t help but keep mulling it over in his mind until the thought was familiar enough to lack its original bite. It was a vicious circle.

He raised his head and opened his eyes again. Staring back at him was someone he barely recognized. Perhaps the demon in front of him was a more accurate representation of Asmodeus than his angel self could have ever been. Only now, it seemed like the outside finally matched the inside.

Asmodeus was trapped in his demon form. Frustratingly enough, he hadn’t been able to transform back in spite of his best efforts. It hadn’t taken long for his initial annoyance to turn into hot flashes of panic. He didn’t know what to do. No one had ever been there to teach him what he should do in a moment like this. No one had told him.

For a second, he considered calling for Lucifer, but quickly decided against it. There was no need to reveal the disappointment that he had become to the brother he idolised the most.

“Go back,” he whispered to himself, lifting one hand to touch his horns with shaky fingers. “Come on, retreat,” he urged, but his body refused to listen.

Frustrated, Asmo pushed his hands against his face just to drop them back into the water immediately. Then, an agitated tear escaped the corner of his eye. It seemed like the water hitting his face had been his last straw.

Asmodeus began to weep bitterly. He turned around, his back leaning against the edge of the tub, and let his head fall back into his hands.

He took in a shaky breath. Ever since their fall, his brothers had made sure to bring up time and time again how Asmo was the only one who hadn’t changed, how he’d adapted to their new environment far too quickly while staying exactly the same as he’d always been.

However, Asmo knew better. He was nothing but a fraud sitting in a glass house. His brothers had no clue how terribly wrong they were. After all, it was all a farce, a face he put up deliberately to keep his brothers hopeful and smiling. That little feeling that had already been there back in the celestial realm, growing and growing, that unhinged sort of agitation he tried to keep hidden in the depths of his soul, held tight like a closed fist, had come undone the moment he’d fallen. There was no way to gather the pieces of his sanity when they’d already spread to the winds.

Even now, he couldn’t understand what his brothers were seeing in him. Of course, he made sure to always be there for them, to cheer them up and make their days a little brighter. But that didn’t change the fact that even back in the Celestial Realm, he’d already shown the first signs of rot. Sure, he’d been delightful and sweet, yet the amount of times he’d been chased through the celestial realm by Raphael for not listening and acting up certainly spoke against his commitment to his piety. The hours upon hours he’d spent on their holy grounds, bent by the waist, head towards the floor, praying for forgiveness, begging for endurance, clinging to the slowly unraveling pieces of his holiness. He’d jumped on every piece of adoration he was offered, believed in everyone calling him pretty and perfect and free of flaws and thought it enough. Recently, Asmodeus found himself missing living with his eyes closed and his heart blind.

He’d always know there was something off with him. That certain unrest in his heart had grown and grown until it finally flew off the rails. How could he pretend to be good after what he’d done? Of course, Asmo was aware that good wasn’t a term used to describe demons. Still, he couldn’t say goodbye to it just yet, couldn’t help but yearn for an ideal that didn’t apply to him anymore.

Asmodeus still remembered the euphoria he felt when his claws dug through the other demon’s chest, their heart still pulsating, heavy and oh so warm in his hand. An excited giggle, a little trill, had escaped his lips when he realized that the demon was about to take his last struggling breath, Asmodeus being the sole cause of it. It was power, it was an immense strength he'd never had before. It was almost orgasmic in nature.

He’d pulled the heart close to his own, cradled it in his arms before sinking his teeth into the flesh, eyes still on that dying demon whose eyes showed nothing but defiance and fear. Blood spurted out, sullying Asmo’s clothes and running down his open maw. The taste was incredibly sweet, delicious like sin.

Once he’d come off his high, realization hit him. Of what he’d done, of what he’d become. Perhaps this was his punishment for abandoning his father, their home. Bitter tears rolled down his cheeks, mixing with blood and grime. He was afraid of what he’d become, how much more he could change and how monstrous he could truly become.

Asmodeus opened his eyes, and met his own reflection in the water, his bloodied, feral self smirking back at him, his expression wild, eyes still gleaming with a condescending sort of ferocity. Before he even realized he was doing it, he was digging his fingers into the corner of his mouth, trying to get rid of that cursed smile. Asmodeus started to hyperventilate.

Then, suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Asmo’s head whipped around, panic fresh in his chest. All words were lost on his tongue as he waited with stuttering breaths. No one could see him like this.

Someone cleared their throat outside of the door. “Asmodeus.” Lucifer’s voice cut through the unruliness of Asmo’s mind, clear as day. “May I come in?” his brother asked after a moment of silence.

Asmodeus swallowed once. He couldn’t let him in. There was no way Lucifer could see him like this. His brothers didn’t know. They simply couldn’t know and he didn't want them to find out.

He saw the door handle being pushed down and panicked. “Don’t- don’t come in!” He realized how panicked it had come out. “I’m in the bath right now, I’m naked!” he exclaimed, certain that it would turn his brother away, the lie bloody on his tongue.

“I'm coming in.” Lucifer's voice cut in mercilessly. There was no stopping him.

Asmodeus buried his head further in his hands and refused to look up. He didn't want to see the look he'd find on his oldest brother's face. He wouldn't be able to take the disappointment and disgust.

“Asmodeus?” His brother's steps quickened. He heard the sound of the tap being closed. Asmodeus sniffed and remained quiet.

Then, he heard shuffling. It seemed like Lucifer had knelt down next to him. Slowly, Asmodeus lifted his head.

“Are you hurt?” Lucifer asked after a moment of silence.

Asmo shook his head and bit his lip. “This isn't-” he started, but stopped himself. This isn't what? Wasn't this exactly what it looked like? His shoulders shook with this new weight he had to carry. “This isn't mine,” he finally brought out, his voice small and defeated. Then, he allowed himself to glance at his brother after he wiped his eyes. There was a strange expression on Lucifer's face, a mixture of exasperation and sorrow.

“Tell me what happened,” he said after a beat of silence. It came out sounding a bit stunted, a bit strange.

Asmo shook his head and breathed in deeply. A sob threatened to bubble up again and he pressed his fists against his eyes in order to stop it. “I happened. I don't know what went wrong I just-”

“You let go,” Lucifer suggested. Slowly, he sat down next to his brother.

“I killed them. I ripped their heart out and made it mine. And you know what's even worse? It felt so good.”

Carefully, Lucifer put one hand on Asmo’s back, rubbing it up and down in a soothing pattern. Asmodeus curled further in on himself.

“It will get easier. It may not seem like it, but you will get better. You're a demon now, Asmodeus. The Celestial Realm's rules don't apply to us anymore. You have to learn to let go.”

Asmodeus put his head on Lucifer's shoulder and pressed his eyes shut.

“I don't think I know how,” he whispered quietly.

#my writing #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #asmodeus #lucifer #asmodeus obey me #character study #kind of?#fanfiction #angst #don't blame me if this looks slightly ass i posted it at the asscrack of dawn omw to work via tumblr mobile #anyway #asmo is bbygirl but slso let's make him slightly fucked up and sad

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