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books-and-catears · 3 years

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Welp, since I’m a regular now; I’mma just park my chair here and spin the idea wheel. And so the idea wheel has decided!

Let’s have the Brothers and Undatables react to MC just barging in unexpectedly while they’re busy doing whatever. Everyone’s just vibing together at Diavolo’s talking about things, playing games, and all dat jazz and suddenly MC comes in with a blank face before they get a sad expression (they’re this close 👌🏾 to having a breakdown, it’s so sad).

MC:....Can I have a hug? 🥺 *says weakly as they were seconds away from crying*

Bby needs comfort! (Let’s just say they recently lost a loved one and they want some affection)

My first ever regular. You have no idea how much I cherish you. Thank you for the funniest and angstiest asks ever. This hits too close to home. I've lost two very close people to disease and suicide in the last few years and the feeling is horrible. So this might end up being a bit self indulgent... apologies.

Please if any of your friends seem not okay, check up on them regularly. Even the adults in your life. And most importantly check up on yourself. Take care okay?

I will do my best to do this justice too. Sorry if it's a little late college and extra classes are a pain sometimes.

It was not news you were prepared to receive. Not that day. It was supposed to be a day of celebration.

Lord Diavolo had announced a small party just for Council and the exchange students. Asmo had taken hours to get you ready. Everyone was excited and in good spirits, clinking their glasses and cheering for a joyous reunion. There was music, dancing and laughter so loud, it felt like it was echoing all across Devildom.

And yet here you were in the bathroom, bent over a sink, staring at yourself in disbelief. You had received horrible news from the human world.

A last message an old friend had left for you.

"Hey MC, thanks for being kind to me. Although we have a long and sweet history, it felt good to reconnect and feel wanted in my last few days. Thanks for the last hug, MC. It was the best one I've ever had."

What kind of bittersweet message was this? What was the point of making them feel wanted if they still left anyway?

No you must keep your composure, you think. The laughter keeps echoing louder. While internal screams creep up your throat. You have to go back before they start worrying about you.

The doors to the ballroom feel heavy as you push through. "Hey look! MC's back! Now we-- MC...?"

You don't know what face you were making, but everyone went quiet. Some looked horrified, some worried and some panicked. You felt your head go dizzy with the pain, tears stinging the corners it your eyes.

Looking directly at one of them, you croaked out the first thing that came into mind.

"C-could I have a hug?"

Lucifer

This man isn't a hugger. But for you he'd make an exception every day.

Especially when you asked for it so desperately.

Walk up to you swiftly, holding the back of your head and pressing it to his chest, while his other arm wraps around you.

"Would you prefer to spend some time in private?" He whispers as you break into soft sobs in his arms and nod.

"Excuse us. We'll be back shortly. Anyone who follows us will face consequences. MC needs some time alone." He calls out to the rest and whisks you away to his room.

Makes you sit in his lap as he cradles you while you cry. Keeps telling you it's not your fault and you tried your best.

Mammon

Someone save this boy, he is a mess himself.

He feels guilty already. He can't stand to see you this way. What couldn't he protect you from??

Aren't you the one who rushes to give people hugs?

He returns the favour. Sprinting towards you and engulfing you instantly in his arms.

He feels your shaky breath as you cling on to him and goes bezerk.

"Oi. I'm taking MC home." It's the most serious he has ever been.

Doesn't hesitate to bring out his wings and fly you home as soon as possible. He cups your face as you cry, his fingers wiping down each tear. His eyes are pained looking at you like this, it wasn't even your fault. You tried till the end didn't you?

Leviathan

This man's protective trigger has been switched. Who dare be the cause of this?

You're his cheery best friend. He simply won't stand to see you like this.

Runs towards you and hugs you as tight as he can, like you've done for him so many times. Embarassment be damned.

You asked for a hug, he will definitely give you one. You grab onto his jacket with trembling fingers and lean into him.

"MC would you like to go home ?" He asks softly, patting your head. You nod softly.

Takes you home as fast as possible, and lays you down in his tub. When start crying violently he starts to tear up alongside you. Losing a friend isn't easy afterall.

Satan

His first instinct was violence. His fist tightening, about to murder whoever did this to you.

But the moment you raised your arms, asking for a hug in that small voice, it was like looking at a helpless kitten in pain.

Another one who sprints towards you to hold you close. His hug feels gentle yet urgent at the same time.

He cupped your cheek, and stared as your eyes grew misty. "Don't worry we're getting out this instant." Slammed the doors behind him as he left. A subtle message to leave them be.

He took you to common room, near the fireplace to warm you up, one of his arms always around you, as you wailed and choked on your tears. He presses kisses on your head too and tells you how kind you were. You did your part. You weren't responsible for someone else's actions.

Asmodeus

He is gasping and tearing up at the sight of you. Oh you poor thing who dare hurt you?!

How could he ever say no to your hugs? Especially now when you needed him most?

He comes at you with such speed that you both almost topple over. He rubs your back and arms trying to calm you down with his touch as he hugs you.

"Would you like to be alone with me MC?" The moment you nod, his wings are out and you're soaring through the air until you find yourself in his bath.

You lean against him and cry your heart out, he holds you from behind, pressing kisses on your head whispering it's okay.

Beelzebub

Baby boy is heartbroken. Why do you look like that? Where are you hurt?

He immediately hates that look on your face. He must do something to fix it immediately.

Runs and lifts you up in his arms and holds you so close to himself, his arms providing endless protection.

"MC will food make it better?" You shake your head so he takes off. He doesn't care about the feast he missed, he just wants you to be okay.

Flies you into his room and gives you plushies to hold onto while he gets you all your favourite food. Will hold you tight as you sob into his chest and will feed you later on cause he knows how exhausting crying can be.

Belphegor

He knows that face. And he knows the pain behind it. And now he's feeling it too.

Who did this? Who dared? Tell him their name and they're gone.

A hug, huh? He's ready to give you much more than that if you ask.

Walks towards you and wraps you up in his jacket and then his arms. His hug is so warm and soft you could fall asleep right there.

"Let's go lie down together." He will take you home and put you down in his bed, bundled up in his blanket, his soft pillow under your head. Pulls you flush against him as you sob and scream into his pillow.

Solomon

He is human. Of course he knows the face of ultimate pain. He's been through it so many times he's made himself immune.

But he wasn't immune to yours. Your ever smiling face - that was what he liked. This irked him, made him restless.

He's next to you in the blink of an eye, wrapping his arms around you, cloak and all, his mouth pressing down on your head.

"Let's take it to the sky shall we? Don't worry I've got you." He says softly. You nod, your fingers grasping at his shirt.

And in mere seconds you are soaring above the clouds, the gentle air cooling your burning heart as you cry into the wind. He holds you close and whispering to make you feel better.

Diavolo

He has seen this face only once before. When Lucifer came to him Lilith dying in his arms.

He saw the look on yours and he was determined to help you however he could. And if it started with a hug so be it.

Takes big strides and hoists you up in his arms, as you wrap your shaking arms around his neck and press your face into his jacket.

"The party is over. MC shall stay with me tonight I'll send them back when they feel better." Gone was his usual cheery tone. He seemed distraught, angry almost.

Took you to his bedroom and laid you down softly, still holding onto you tightly, keeping you from falling apart as you sob into his arms. Takes the next days off to be next to you.

Simeon

His emotions mirror your own. Seeing you in such pain, makes him feel the same.

His heart is breaking seeing you this way. He can't hold you fast enough.

He swiftly runs to hold your hands first. He feels them tremble in his own and he wraps himself around Immediately, cradling your head delicately.

"Let's get you away. You'd like that won't you?" He says running his fingers through your hair. You let you a breathy yes and he's off.

You land in Purgatory hall, curled up into him on the couch, freshly brewed flower tea on the table. He holds you close as you cry into his arms. Tells you that your friend is in a better place because you healed their soul before they left.

Barbatos

You made the usually composed demon crack. Even if for a moment, he felt the need to do something extreme.

What was causing you this much discomfort? He was ready to eliminate it.

A mere hug? Is that what would make you feel better? He is ready to deliver.

He's there before you know it, holding you like delicate royalty. You could crumble at how soft he was for you.

"Would you prefer somwhere more quiet?" He asks. You only need to nod once and he's already sweeping you off your feet and into his chambers. Picks the most calming teas for you as he sits by your side holding your hand.

Luke

He knew the demons were no good. Of course it was a matter of time before MC got hurt again.

He was about to cry looking at you, ready to throw hands at the whoever caused this.

A hug? A hug will help? YES OF COURSE.

He flies straight into, wrapping his little arms around your neck. Like a baby brother comforting a distraught older sibling.

"Come on MC! Let's get away from here!" He says and flies you off to purgatory hall. He brings you to the kitchen and starts whipping up your favourite desserts to cheer you up.

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godoflobsters · 3 years

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The Brothers and Dateables With a Tattoo Artist MC

My own MC was a tattoo artist before she came to the Devildom, so I thought I’d write up some head cannons with a tattoo artist MC.

MC is gender neutral!

Mammon

Nobody can convince me that the “Brothers Under a Pact” squad wouldn't be the first ones to get tattoos from MC, and Mammon would definitely be the first

Definitely likes to brag about it too

Don't remind him that there are countless people in the human realm that you tattooed before him or he will pout

People tend to think that Mammon is cheap and would try to talk you into giving him free or cheap tattoos, but he couldn't stand to be like that towards you especially regarding something that you’re so good at

Our first man works his butt off every time he wants to get some new ink from you

Likes to give you a big ole tip every time

Gets fidgety when he has to sit still for too long so you two have to take breaks often

Prefers small/medium sized tattoos rather than really big ones

One time after he started getting tattoos from you, he was at a modeling gig and they tried to make him cover them up with makeup, he quit and that magazine went bankrupt not too long after...dont fuck with the avatar of greed

Once your shop starts taking off in the Devildom, he and Asmo try to convince you to do a shoot for Majolish(They definitely didn't pull some strings to get Majolish to do a whole segment about you and your business)

Beelzebub

The second brother to get a tattoo from MC

Refuses to get any food related tattoos: he doesn't want to accidentally take a chunk out of himself when he gets blinded by his hunger

This man has a very high pain tolerance and sits like a rock while you're tattooing him and you love him for it

He definitely needs snack breaks during longer sessions though

Has a memorial tattoo for Lillith over his heart that matches with one on Belphie

While making this list I was randomly blessed with the mental image of Beel with abuncha old school American traditional tattoos and you can pry that headcannon from my cold, dead hands

Mammon likes to brag that he has the most tattoos from you, but Beel might give him a run for his money, he doesn't mind Mammon’s bragging most of the time though, so he just lets him believe whatever he wants this time

Simeon

But Simeon has never been all that great at following the rules that they set for him

The first of the dateables to get a tattoo

He wasn't actually planning on getting a tattoo at first, but one day he overheard Luke trying to scold you for all of your tattoos(definitely before the incident with Beel and Lucifer in the underground tomb) and that was the only push he needed to jump on the “tattoos from MC” train

There is a lot of rhetoric in the Celestial Realm about how “Your body is a temple and you should not mark it”

He’s still not willing to stray too far from his roots though, so he’d probably get something with vaguely religious undertones

Absolutely delights in the shocked look on your face and the sheepish questions on whether angels are allowed to do this

Once he’s finally convinced you that you're not damning him to fall by tattooing him, the process goes by very easily

He is very easygoing and open regarding designs and he handles the pain very well

He absolutely loves to show his tattoo off, even when he goes home to the Celestial Realm and receives his reprimands from Michael

Leviathan

The third brother to get a tattoo from MC

Didn't want to get a tattoo at first, all of that physical contact and pain on top of it? No way

But then Mammon, Beel, and even Simeon all got one and he got jealous

You're HIS Henry, why are THEY the ones who get to wear your art? He might’ve been able to deal with his dumb brothers, but SIMEON TOO?

You gotta sit down with him and have a nice long chat about it, making sure this is something that he would actually want to do and not just his envy talking

Spoiler alert: It was definitely just his envy talking

He realises that he is actually oddly attached to the idea of getting a tattoo from you now though, so he comes up with designs and draws them on himself until he is certain that he won't regret it

Would get something tiny and probably gaming related

Definitely very squeamish about the pain aspect but the design that the two of you came up with is very simple and small, so he is able to make it through without fainting

He absolutely loves his new tattoo...but he is never doing that again

Belphegor

Fourth brother to get a tattoo

Has wanted to get one ever since Beel showed him the tattoo he got in memory of Lillith, but things were very...not good...between the two of you at that point

Finally worked up the courage to at least ask if you would be okay with it after the two of you made a pact

Beel, forgetting his super high pain tolerance, told him that it getting a tattoo doesn't hurt at all, so he was in for a big surprise when he went under the needle for the first time

Whiny at first, but he manages to stay very still for you

Has a memorial tattoo for Lilith over his heart that matches with one on Beel

Will definitely start to doze off during long sessions

Convinced Satan to get a matching Anti Lucifer League tattoo with him(definitely doesn't try to convince you to get one too)

Make sure that he does not, under any circumstances, actually fall asleep while you're tattooing him. He did once and he rolled over in his sleep, almost ruining an entire tattoo

Ever since that time, Beel has come with him to his sessions so you could focus on your work and he can focus on keeping Belphie awake

Satan

Gets his tattoo not long after Belphie

One of those people that think every tattoo needs to mean something so he takes forever trying to pick out something that he wants

Would probably get some sort of quote or design inspired by his favorite book, something that really resonated with who he is as a person

Was somehow convinced by Belphie to get an Anti Lucifer League tattoo

Does he regret it whenever he realizes that he now has a portion of his skin dedicated to Lucifer of all people? Possibly, but he definitely won't say anything about it to you

Loves to look at you and just admire your tattoos, asking the stories behind each and every one of them that he can see

He might be a bigger fan of literature than the fine arts, but that doesn't mean that he has any less of an appreciation for your work

Definitely pulls some strings and gets one of his friends who owns an art gallery to display some of your work there

Can set you up with all the connections that you need to make your mark on the Devildom art world

Lucifer

The last of the brothers to get a tattoo

In the beginning he has no intentions of getting a tattoo, he does have alot of respect for your talents and how hard you work for them though

As an art lover and artist himself, he will most certainly commission you from time to time and hang your work in his study

He won't admit it, but seeing your art and thinking of you when he's stressed with work is very soothing

He eventually decides to let you tattoo him only if it’s in a place that is easily covered by his clothes, considering how he dresses that leaves you with pretty much his entire body to work with

Sometimes when he has some time off he will grab a sketchbook and join you if he finds you in the common room working on a design, you share a comfortable silence, with the only sounds be the crackling of the fireplace and the scratching of pencils on paper

The kind of person that wants a tattoo but has no idea what he actually wants, but hes picky as fuck so he will turn down every single idea that you give him for weeks

He is lucky that you love him

Whenever you two talk about placements, if you mention anything on his back to cover up the scars from his wings he will almost back out entirely

Almost

Afew months later he’ll put his pride aside come back, admitting that your ideas would be perfect and that he wants to go through with it

During the session he has way too much pride to admit that he was feeling any pain

That is until you have to start going over the scars

As soon as the needles hit scar tissue he starts to fall apart; tears, shaking, the whole nine yards

It takes you quite a few sessions to finish since he cant handle such long sessions on that portion of his back

The summer after his new back piece is finished, he goes with you and his brothers back to Diavolo’s beach, this time he takes his shirt off in front of everyone for the first time since the fall

He wears your art with such pride that he lets everyone keep the memory, he even lets Asmo keep the pictures he took of all of them up on Devilgram

Diavolo

Wanted to be the first to get a tattoo but Barbatos said no

If you want to continue your career in the Devildom for the duration of your stay, he will buy you a building to work from and any supplies to get started since you had to leave your stuff in the human realm

Diavolo has rooms in the castle filled with the art that he's collected over the years, so when he sees that you're an artist he gets so excited

Before he finally gets tattooed by you, he buys a lot of your artwork and hangs it up around the castle

It takes a few years to propose the idea again to Barbatos in a way that wont make the butler’s hair fall out from stress, but he finally relented under one condition: it has to be in an area that is still hidden while he’s in his demon form

He decides that his legs would be the perfect place to indulge in your artistic talents while also keeping Barbatos’s controlling side at bay

Hes another one that knows he wants a tattoo but no clue what he wants to get

Unlike Lucifer though, he is a true open canvas

He truly adores your art so he wholeheartedly trusts you with his body and knows that he will love anything that you do for him

He knows that this is most likely very nerve wracking for you considering his position so he tries to reassure you and make the process very easy for you

You still put everything into designing him something fit for a king

He’s the type to prefer large pieces that span over entire sections of his body rather than abuncha small/medium sized ones

Another fidgetter, he’s really not all that accustomed to pain so he doesn't have a high tolerance for it

Likes to treat you to dinner at Ristorante Six after each of his sessions

Tips like the absolute king he is, you could probably pay a couple months of rent back at your apartment in the Human Realm just from his tip

Once his tattoo is finally finished and healed, he will find every excuse that he can think of to invite you and the brothers on outings to places where he is free from scrutiny to wear shorts and show off your artwork

Barbatos

The last of all of the boys to get a tattoo

It was a complete shock to everyone when he came to you and asked if he could make an appointment to get tattooed by you

“Everyone” being you, Diavolo, and Lucifer because nobody else knows that it happened and he would like to keep it that way

Another member of the “I’ll get one as long as it’s somewhere nobody will see” club...so basically not his face

Before the two of you get to talking about designs, you expect him to go with something small and simple, maybe an elegant little teapot or something along those lines

Then this man comes to his consultation and throws you for a loop talking about a sleeve

Very picky, he has high standards for himself and what's on his body

Knows exactly what he wants but does his best not to stifle your creativity during the design process

You learn ALOT about just who lurks behind Barbatos’s mild-mannered butler facade during his sessions, he’s surprisingly upfront and honest whenever you have him under the needle

Solomon

Can't get a tattoo

This man has pact marks for 72 demons all over his body, there is simply no more room

Any open space he has is being saved just in case any other demons *cough* Lucifer *cough* ever decide to come around to making a pact

Collects your flash and hangs it up around his room

If you take Diavolo up on his offer to set up a shop in the Devildom, he will make sure to tell all of his pact-mates about you, hype up your work, and get you a lot of business in the door

Sometimes he will commission art from you and use magic to make your art temporarily appear on his skin over the pact marks

Once you become a sorcerer and have a better grasp on your magic, he helps you experiment in creating magical inks and enchanting tattoos

Asmodeus

The only one that actually doesn't want to get a tattoo

He doesnt think that tattoos would fit in very well to the image that he has for himself

And not being able to show off every inch of his beautiful skin while its healing is a no from him

Since he likes to test out his new makeup and skincare products on you, sometimes after he has had his way with your face he will let you draw on him with skin safe markers

would definitely be a wimp about the pain

Will spam pictures to his Devilgram of his fancy new temporary tattoos and you drawing on him

Will definitely try to bring you some of his flings to get his name tattooed on them, you will have to reprimand him every single time and eventually he will stop

If you're not the type to keep up with social media, he’ll offer to keep up a Devilgram account for your shop

If you're ever attempting to draw and you have a very specific pose in your head that you can't find a reference for, he will not hesitate to get up and start posing for you

Luke

He is baby and cant have any tattoos until he's older

His mind frequently bounces back and forth between the whole “your body is a temple” rhetoric that he was taught growing up and “wow that's so cool!”

After Simeon got his tattoo Luke became a lot more enthusiastic and curious about your job though

Will occasionally ask if he can have one of your flash sheets so he can color your pictures

These very often end up on the fridge in Purgatory Hall

Sometimes they even make their way to the fridge in the House of Lamentation too

Will this make the brothers jealous? Yes. Do you care? No.

Luke loves you and looks up to you so much that he goes through a little phase of wanting to copy you, yourself and the entirety of Purgatory Hall can expect loads of temporary marker tattoos

#obey me #obey me! shall we date?#obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon #I tried very hard to not show my blatant favoritism #mission failed #for the most part I didn't actually describe any tattoos so people can have their own interpretations #but if anybody is interested i have ideas on what everybody's would look like

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arcadejohn127-9 · 3 years

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Hi! If your still taking OM requests can you do one with the undateables and an MC who has a really hard time sleeping without being sung to sleep and given a warm drink/heated blanket? Like super fluff would be awesome.. I personally cannot sleep without my heated blanket I love it so much haha ❤❤❤ you're a wonderful person thanks 😊

I've heard alot about heated blankets, I want it now. It's cold in my country and I crave warmth. Haha new idea, y'all buy my Amazon wishlist and get me a heated blanket 😂😂👀 kidding, i don't even touch Amazon, though that might change if I buy a new blanket

Oh to just be tucked into a comfy bed with a hot drink and a nice melody to sooth you to sleep

Hahaha sorry I know you asked for undateables but I got really soft thinking about all of them so I decided to do Everyone

Lucifer:

He at first would act like you're being silly but seeing you look up with him with those embarassed eyes

He couldn't say no

He'd let you down in your bed, tuck in the blanket and smooth it out

The hot drink of your desire already on the cafe table next to your bed

Lucifer has given you a vinyl player that'll play his ones and any one you want

He'll play it and put it on a low volume, enough for you to hear but not loud enough to disturb anyone

"Goodnight, (Y/N), make sure to finish your drink."

Mammon:

Of course he'll tuck you in! No one else could do it as as great as him!

He'll ask to be paid first but just give him a smile and innocent eyes and he's sold

Does make a few jokes he's letting you rack up debt so he'll get paid good

His tsundere mode is going absolutely everywhere

He'll get you your drink, tuck you in

Then act like he wasn't leaning down to kiss you

Oh he definitely wasn't staying in your room incase you struggle to get comfy or you might leave your drink and fall asleep too quickly

No! No! He was there because he was bored and too Lazy to move

He's lying, he just wants to make sure you're happy and sleeping alright

Has softly serenaded you to sleep

Has gotten in trouble a few times for being too loud

"The great mammons got you! You'll be dreaming in no time!"

Levithan:

He might sit with you by the bed and play a nice peaceful game

Let the music play outloud whilst you snuggle into the blankets

If you ask him to sing he will get extremely flustered

The best you'll get his him singing really quietly to himself

Of course there are heated blankets In the house, he's a weeb

Heated blankets show up so much in animes that he had to buy them

He'll be stubborn about the warm drink so you might have to make it yourself

But he'll quickly take over saying he'll make it

Muttering something about Normies germs

Has ended up snuggling under the blankets with you

He loves the warmth

Loves even more he gets to be next to his favourite person

"good night, (Y/N)."

Satan:

He makes himself a warm drink before bed anyway

so he doesn't mind doing the same for you

He'll tuck you in with your heated blanket

He goes to bed fairly late so he'll wait until you fall asleep, take out your cups and head back to his room

Music wise, he prefers silence or atleast ambience music

But singing? He'll do it, be very embarrassed whilst doing it though

Just like a cat he is drawn to warmth so no doubt he'll end up curling up on your bed and snuggling those blankets aswell

Might invest in his own heated blanket

They're wonderful

"Sleep tight, I'll see you in the morning."

Asmodeus:

Pamper king

You wanna be tucked in? He's got it

You want him to sing? He's already doing it

Whatever you desire, he will do it

He'll fluff your pillow before you lay on it, tuck you in with your heated blanket

Decorates your drink and gives it extra flavour and kick

He has a playlist of songs he can sing and will start playing it

He will sing you to sleep for as long as he needs to

Obviously gives kisses goodnight

He's very happy you came to him for this and will make a ritual out of it

"Goodnight, darling, sleep tight and get as much rest as you need~"

Beezlebub:

He's on it

Immediately, as soon as you ask he's ready

He'll make you your drink and insist you stay in bed

He'll tuck you in and make sure your blanket is all nice and warm

He will sing, very much happy to sing

He's shy at first but he'll sing you a song he use to hear when he was younger, it would always soothe him and his little brother

Holds your hand until you fall asleep

And even then he's ended up just falling sleep sitting by your bed because he doesn't to let go

Worried if he left you, you'll have a nightmare

If you want to cuddle - prepare

He will take most of your beds space and you'll be practically ontop of him, he's a big cuddler

"Goodnight, I'm here to protect you from nightmares...just like you are for me."

Belphegor:

He's the master of bedtimes and cuddles

Night time comfort is his speciality

If you don't have a heated blanket he'll place by the fire to warm up

Or he'll put a hot water bottle in the middle of the bed

It makes that spot warm but if you want it more spread out he'll get a few hot water bottles and place them in different spots

Too tired to do anything too high maintenance or demanding

Already got a heated blanket? Perfect

Has stolen it plenty of times

Normally has Beel make you two drinks but if he's feeling generous he'll do it

Most nights just cuddles with you under your blanket

If you're asleep then he's asleep

Already has a music box he uses for his bad nights so he just let you use that

"Night....my favourite pillow"

UNDATEABLES↓

Diavolo:

He's got heated blankets, the comfiest pillows

You will be sleeping in luxury

He's got barbatos and many other servants

You want a hot drink to help you fall asleep? You gotta be specific or he will request for multiple versions

He feels guilty for making the cooks do extra work but he can get easily excited

He can get EXTREMELY supportive

He'll prefer putting on music than singing

But if you really want him to, he'll do it

He'll sing a song in the Devildoms og language as it means something to him

Especially as that's what his dad and then barbatos would sing to him when he was little

"sleep well, (Y/N), I hope you're able to have only good dreams."

Barbatos:

Another pamper king

Like Diavolo he'll only get you the best stuff for your slumber

He'll fluff your pillows, tuck you in

Damn, he'll even help you drink

He's ready to serve and make you happy

He'll be working on perfecting your favourite drink so tastes amazing and makes you tired

He doesn't sing but he will play you an instrument

If you don't want that he'll get a vinyl and play it

Just tell him what helps you sleep and he'll make sure he's got it at the ready

"whatever you need I will get for you but it time to rest for now , goodnight (Y/N)."

Solomon:

Why are you trusting this man in the kitchen????

He sets water on fire!

For your own safety it's best you make your own drink before bed

But he'll use magic to make you a heated blanket

It'll never gets too warm or too cool - it's always perfect warmth

Very happy to tuck you in and give you lots of kisses goodnight

He definitely sings you to sleep

But instead of songs backs in the the ancient days of old

He'll just sing 19s to 200's popular hits

He's very passionate about it too

"Sleep tight! You'll need the rest for tomorrow."

Simeon:

If you have a heated blanket he'll just make sure everything is set up and all safe

Letting it run for a while so it gets all warm

If you don't have a heated blanket, he'll use a clothing dryer Machine to warm it up or hang it by the fire

All nice and warm and ready to be used to sooth you to sleep

By now has learned your routine and is already preparing your drink

Your blanket warming up and waiting for you to snuggle it

He made you a bedtime playlist and

plays it whilst you slowly drift to sleep

Has kissed your forehead and cheek after tucking you in

"Sleep tight, little lamb, you'll arise fresh and joyful, I'll be sure of it."

Luke:

Wants to sing you to sleep

Hes learned many hymns and songs from choir

Always brings your favourite drink though most of the time you're the one who makes it, and he's ready for bed and asks if he can have a mug too

Most nights you just both end up sleeping on the sofa after a nice drink

Snuggled under a warm blanket

Has asked for a kiss on the forhead goodnight

When you did he'd then do the same to you

Overall, very sweet child

He can't stay up long so he tries to make up for the lack of being able to help when he can

"Goodnight, I will make sure no demon comes to harm you, you don't have to worry about anything!"

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apparentlyaswarmofbees · 4 years

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The Obey Me Brothers and Undatables vs An Insect/Arachnid Loving MC

I find it amazing how many people find it disturbing that I just love some insects and arachnids (not more than birds but still, insects can be both cute and cool even when they manage to terrify me so I can't help but love them lmao).

It's so cool how insects are actually the most dominant species in the world even before humanity existed and will most likely still be even after humanity ceases to exist, of course some of them actualy spread disease and such but it's not all of them and the mosquitoes that do spread it are females and they are just sucking your blood to feed their babies and the males like flowers over your blood, I actually don't like all spiders but I love tarantulas with all my heart although I can't say the same for wasps, they are evil but they can be so cool I have so many mixed feelings and cockroaches can be so adorable specially the forest/wild ones, have you ever seen them eat fruits??? They are so cute! And don't even get me started on how a d o r a b l e beetles are-

Lucifer vs Ladybug

Taking strolls in the Castle's garden when you are accompaning Lucifer in his work are very common.

Just taking a fresh breath of the Devildom's air in between breaks with you by his side powers him up like crazy.

Now that being said, he doesn't really appreciate losing your attention to a little, colorful, bug crawling on one of the flowers in said garden.

"Lucifer, look! It's a ladybug! It's so different from the human world!"

That is true, ladybugs in hell were brighter in color and had a toxin in their bodies that- Oh wait

"Don't touch it!" Lucifer grabbed your hand in realization "haven't you learned anything about bright colors in nature? The toxin in their bodies can melt your skin off!"

He really didn't expect your eyes to get even more shiny.

"Ladybugs in Devildom are both bright and dangerous??!! I'm so jealous!"

With that, he became both exasperated and more in love with you.

Does this have a relation to the fact that you love him and his brothers even thought they are demons?

He is definetelly giving you a brooch in the shape of a ladybug later

Mammon vs Cockroach

If you think this man didn't scream like a plate being scratched with a fork when he saw a cockroach in your bedroom, you are wrong.

I mean, okay, he was on the floor and the thing just decided to crawl up to his head out of nowhere.

He jumped over the table so fast it probably has beaten a world record.

"Aw! It's a baby cockroach!"

It's true, it was very small compared to adult ones, but Mammon didn't care.

"STOP FAWNIN' OVER THOSE CREATURES FOR ONCE AND KILL IT ALREADY!!"

And of course instead of killing it you just raise your eyebrown at him while scooping the thing up with a paper.

And of course you needed to bring it really close to him just to watch him squirm before you decide throw it out of your bedroom's window.

He definetelly will ask you to wash your hands before comforting him even if you didn't even touch the cockroach directly.

Leviathan vs Dragonfly

You cannot tell me dragonflies in Devildom are actually very few and actually have the size of a small dragon.

It all happened on the day you and Levi got lost in the forest searching for a raven that stole his just purchased phone charm of a game that he was currently addicted to.

Both of you were looking for a way out when you heard an extremelly loud buzzing noise from somewhere in the woods.

Of course both of you followed the sound because first, you just know that must be one big ass insect since it sounded almost like a helicopter and you had to see it, and second, Levi suddenly forgot all about the charm (and being lost) and started rambling about how 'it couldn't be! Is it really-!'

And that is how you guys found his new Henry.

A giant, navy blue, shiny dragonfly, that was currently eating the Raven you and Levi were searching for.

Let's just say Levi got his charm back and both of you got a free ride to the House of Lamentation.

Satan vs Spiders

Where there are old books, there are spider webs, and where there are spider webs, there's at least a 50% chance there are spiders in there.

So you can say Satan was quite familiar with the eight legged creatures, although he never really paid them much attention.

That is until he found they were of your interest.

You will never see someone start to give spider names, treat them with courtesy and have small talks with them faster than with this man.

Getting a book from the House of Lamentation's library and there's a web in the way along with a resident spider? "Excuse me, I will have to disturb you a little, I hope you don't mind a bit of damage to your home"

He is reading and suddenly sees a spider dangling down from a web string right besides him? He is definetelly letting it land on his hand just so that he can show it to you.

One day he even choses to read a book in his berdoom that a tiny spider was standing on. The sight of the tiny thing crawling around the pages as he reads it and explains some things out loud is so precious to see.

Asmodeus vs Scorpions

Of course, what would suit the Lust Demon better than his own patron?

That is until you teach him that there are more than just one type of scorpion, and there is one type that has really big claws and a thinner tail that are usually pretty big in size.

Why would learning that be a bad thing, you ask? Instead of stinging its food, it actually grabs it like a crab.

So yes, the day Asmo held one and didn't use his charms, it pinched him.

Needless to say, it was chaotic.

Leaving the fact he is never approaching those kinds of scorpions ever again, he coos a lot at you while you coo at the small scorpions.

If you tell him the fact that they are his patron just makes you love him more, he will be so happy he will be squealing for the next 5 minutes.

He has definetelly taken a few dozens, of pictures for you while holding one or more scorpions.

His followers in the devilgram were surprised at how even while holding that thing, Asmo still looked amazing.

Scorpions definetelly became sensation in Devildom after that.

Beelzebub vs Flies

Again, nothing better than his own patron.

If he didn't have to swat them off his food that is.

He has definetelly eaten some accidently.

"Look! I managed to make it crawl up to my finger without scaring it!" you say.

"That is cool. But you should probably wash your hand." He replies.

He's right, wash your hands if you ever grab onto flies.

He finds it really cute that you like insects, and it makes him tingly on the inside when he remembers that his symbolic creature is an insect itself.

Don't hold back on asking him to change into his demon form more often, he is very happy to do it.

He starts paying more attention to insects and flies in general after he finds out how much you love them.

How big their are, their color, where he saw them, what were they doing, if they tasted good.

And then he proceeds to tell you all about it.

He is very cute.

Belphegor vs Butterflies

It's not that he attracts butterflies, no. But he actually likes them, finds them cool even.

Did you know some butterflies disguise as another type butterfly because that type is actually not very tasty to eat so the animals stay away from them?

And how many of them have patterns on their wings that look a lot like Owls and again, it makes animals stay away from them?

And the whole symbolism of life, death and rebirth around them? And the fact that the larvae eating everything around them reminds him a lot of Beel?

Belphie definetelly likes butterflies and you cannot tell me otherwise.

So when he finds out you love insects? Oh he is definetelly taking you to the best butterfly watching spot either in the Devildom or the Human World.

It's specially cute when he falls asleep and one lands on his face.

He definetelly had a minor heart attack when he woke up to the sight its wings but he will never admit it.

Also definetelly grabs it and puts it on you instead.

It's counterproductive as you end up looking too cute for him to handle.

Solomon vs Beetles

I mean beetle fights.

You thought you liked insects, just wait until you see this man cheering on a beetle like an excited kid.

Also finds it hilarious when one just yeets the other away.

And because now you are there to feed more into his love for beetles, one day he casts a spell on two of them to make them big enough to ride and just showed up outside your window like:

"No time to explain, get in the beetle"

Because of safety measures, no, you guys didn't have a giant beetle fight.

But you did ride them around the Devildom forest at 2am.

You thought it would be an insane ride with lots of adventures

But you guys just ended up star gazing while laying on them.

He forgot to turn them back to their original size and they scared a few of the residents of Devildom.

Simeon vs Mantis

Warning: it's a big goreish

When you introduced the praying mantis specifically to Simeon, he was immediatelly in awe.

And then you proceeded to show him how they can have many shapes and forms, be it as leafs, tree branches, and others.

And he was so intrigued!

But then you gave him the more, specific details.

Like how they can feast on their prey while they are still alive.

And how it actually can attack small birds such as humming birds, eating their brain tissue through their eyes.

And how the females practice a cannibalism ritual, feasting on their partners after mating.

That's when his writer self came to light.

What I mean is, he was now both horrified and extremelly inspired.

Simeon can be scary sometimes.

Diavolo vs Ants

If you can find ants in every nook and crany around the world, you cannot tell me you can't find them in hell.

If they are able to travel the sea just by being taken along with baggage on accident, they have definetelly come to hell the same way, specially black crazy ants.

So honestly, I wouldn't find it surprising that Diavolo would have at least one big colony of ants he takes care of.

But he didn't have it until you pointed out why ants were awesome to him.

"They don't eat the leafs, they are farmers and what they eat is the other tiny creatures that decompose the leafs" "they can go to extreme lenghts to find their food and they have a real good teamwork, often they don't eat right away but instead bring the food back to the colony to feed the young" "Some ants that live in tropical weather that rains a lot, such as the amazon, can swim! And they do it together in big, ant, nests!"

Needless to say, he was intrigued.

Such tiny creatures are able to eat other insects much bigger than them? And they love sweets?

They actually like their homes clean and throw their trash into the very corner of their enclosure? Their bite can actually hurt a lot even to creatures gigantic copared to their size such as humans??

He had his own personal colony the very next day.

Barbatos vs Bees

This man definetelly has his own share of appreciation for bees even before you told him you like insects.

They are very good helpers in the garden, their honey can be used on a extremelly big variety of both food and health products along with their wax, and honestly, they're just so fuzzy and cute.

If you want to get a rare laugh or chuckle out of him, make bee movie references.

He will just stop in his tracks and cover his mouth as he tries not to laugh.

You could almost make him spit his drink if you do it while he is drinking something.

And you can't tell me this man can't make bee related puns with a straight face. It's unbeeliveable

Aight, imma head out

(This was basically an insect/arachnid appreciation post and I have no regrets)

#Obey Me #Obey Me!#Obey Me! Shall We Date?#obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #Obey Me Lucifer #Obey Me Mammon #Obey Me Leviathan #Obey Me Satan #Obey Me Asmodeus #Obey Me Beelzebub #Obey Me Belphegor #Obey Me Solomon #Obey Me Simeon #Obey Me Diavolo #Obey Me Barbatos

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otakusheep15 · 3 years

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SFW Alphabet - Solomon

This is for my best friend/mother as she is the biggest Solomon simp I’ve ever seen lol. Also, this is gonna be angsty cause I love writing angsty Solomon

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He pretends to not like affection, but he’s a softie and we all know it. Really, all he needs is a hug and he’ll just melt on the spot.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

One word: chaos. You two as best friends cause untold destruction and cause Lucifer several migraines per day. Being besties with him also means being besties with Asmo, so be prepared for that as well.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves cuddles. Maybe it’s just the fact that he hasn’t had much physical contact in who knows how long, but he loves any form of contact. His favorite ways to cuddle is him on his back with you either laying on top of him, or on the side of him with your head on his chest.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I can’t see him as the type to settle down, be he’d consider it depending on the person. And while he’s a terrible cook, he’s not half bad at cleaning and other household chores.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’d be super blunt about it. Honestly, he’s scared to get with anyone to begin with since, ya know, immortality and all, so it’s been a while since he’s actually had to break it off. His main goal when breaking up with someone is to get them away from him, so he wants to make sure the way he breaks up with them will make them want to stay away.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Afraid of commitment. I imagine the last time he tried to commit to someone was before he became immortal, so having to watch them die made him vow to never get that close to anyone again. Then he met you, and all of that has been thrown out the window. He might try and rush things a bit, but he just wants as much time with you as possible. So, while he is afraid to commit, he’ll do it for you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s bad at human interaction, so he might not know if he accidentally hurts you, but he’ll be quick to apologize once he realizes. Honestly, he’s better at being physically gentle since he can control that better than emotions.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Loves hugs. They’re one of his favorite things ever. He just finds such comfort in them, and they’re great for stress relief. His hugs are a bit on the aggressive side, but they’re still very enjoyable.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He’d say it on accident. And then he’d try to play it off to hide how embarrassed he is. It is pretty early on, but he does mean it with all his heart. Please say it back, he hasn’t heard it in a while.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets extremely jealous. Like, you spend so much time with the brothers and he can’t stand that. Of course, he would never admit it, but he would try everything he can think of to get you away from them. Once, he almost resorted to food poisoning out of sheer desperation.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses differ depending on his mood, but they’re usually soft and full of passion. His favorite place to kiss you is your neck because it gets a nice reaction out of you. His favorite place to be kissed is the top of his head cause he’s secretly a big softy who wants to be babied.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s not the most fond of kids, but he’ll tolerate them. They’re are fun to tease though, especially Luke.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

he’s either waking you up at the crack of dawn to work on some new potion, or he’s sleeping in until past noon and refuses to get up. Regardless, you are not leaving his side. If he gets up, he’ll drag you up with him. If he wants to stay in, he’ll hold you there until he’s satisfied.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He’ll usually be up late working on something or other, but he’s never up for too long. He jins you in bed when he’s done, and he’ll cuddle the crap out of you an an apology for keeping you waiting. He’s also fond of talking to you about random stuff that happened throughout the day until one or both of you fall asleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

This man is one of the most secretive people to ever exist. He wants to open up to you, honestly he does, but he just can’t. he’s so worried that all of his emotional baggage will drive you away, and he couldn’t stand losing another person he cares about. So, he keeps everything hidden. With time, he’ll start opening up if you push enough buttons.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s really good at pretending he’s patient. On the outside he’s his same-old self, but on the inside he’s fuming. His patience tends to wear especially thin around the brothers (except Asmo). It’s a mixture of jealousy for how much time they spend with you, and anger that they refuse to make a pact with him. But he keeps it all under wraps.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He does remember a good bit of information, but he sucks at remembering small details. For example, he may know what month your birthday is in, but he cannot remember the actual date. Or, he would remember your favorite movie genre, but not your favorite movie in said genre. He tries his best though.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He loves this one time where you tried to help him cook something. You were tired of dealing with the mess that is his cooking skills, and you wanted him to make something that wouldn’t kill you. Everything started out fine until you accidentally get some flour on him. It wasn’t much, but still. He just turns to you without saying anything before launching some flour right back at you. And then the casual baking session turns into an all-out food war. The kitchen is a mess and you two end up getting scolded by Simeon later, but it was totally worth it.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Oh he’s very protective. I mean, you’re a defenseless human surrounded by powerful demons who want to eat you, of course he’d be protective. He would never mean to over-bearing, but he can come off that way sometimes. He used to protect those he cared about before he became immortal, so the habit comes back with you now. He doesn’t need protecting for obvious reasons, so it’s all the more reason to focus on protecting you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Surprisingly, he prefers more lowkey dates. Maybe it’s because he rarely gets any alone time with you, but he loves just chilling out together practicing magic. if you did want to go out, he would take you somewhere in the Human World to get away from all the chaos of the Devildom.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Obviously, his cooking could kill a man, but we’re gonna move past that since it’s low hanging fruit. Besides that, he has a tendency to by pretty cunning and he’s always planning some kind of prank. He also has a tendency to get jealous of the brothers a lot, and that can make him salty when you guys can finally hang out.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He used to be pretty concerned with his looks, but he’s gotten over it. He still tries to look decent since he is in the presence of some powerful demons, but it isn’t at the forefront of his mind. Although, since becoming besties with Asmo, his vanity has started picking up again.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Maybe yes, maybe no. He’s had to deal with loss several times over, so he could probably learn to deal with it like he did before, but you could be different. It really just depends on what kind of impact you have on him during your time together.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

We all know that it’s basically canon that he and Asmo have hooked up before lol. But I also lowkey think he’s hooked up with both Barb and Satan. I have no real reason as to why I think this, but I do and I’m sticking to it. I don't even ship it that much, I just think he would do something like that.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He actually doesn’t like someone he knows he’d get attached to. He doesn't want to go through that pain again, so he wants to remain distant. Also, he doesn’t like someone who doesn’t understand or accept what he’s been through and what he’ll continue going through. He wants someone who understands and who he can talk to about it.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He gets very clingy in his sleep. If he’s sleeping with someone, they can expect to be trapped in his arms until he wakes up. And if you try to escape, he just hugs you even tighter.

#OBEY ME #shall we date obey me #shall we date solomon #Headcanon #scenarios #sfw alphabet

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zeldan7 · 3 years

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Forever (Solomon x GN! Reader)

So I, er, I decided to write a nice little piece of angst based on Solomon's new UR+ animation o.O

Pairing: Solomon x GN! Reader

Warnings: Death, Blood, Mental Anguish

Word Count: 1668

During your short time in the Devildom you’d managed to become really close with your fellow students. Especially Solomon. In fact, you spent most of your time with him, much to the demon brothers’ dismay. You’d actually developed a bit of a crush on the sorcerer, not that you’d ever tell him.

One Wednesday, after your classes, Solomon invited you to Purgatory Hall for a movie night with him, Simeon, and Luke. After sending a quick text to the demon brothers chat to let them know, you followed Solomon back. You couldn’t help but notice how his hand kept brushing against yours. You thought it was most likely an accident at first, but after the eighth time you grew suspicious. Making a split-second decision, you gently intertwined your fingers with his. Nothing changed in his calm demeanour, but he now had an adorable smile plastered on his face as he gripped your hand tighter.

You remained that way all the way back to Purgatory Hall, only separating to let Solomon open the door. As soon as it shut behind you, he took up your hand again, grinning at you. You gazed up into his agate eyes, feeling a fluttering in your chest. Judging by Solomon’s facial expression, he felt it, too.

“Y/N…”

“Oh, Solomon, you’re back!” Simeon cried, suddenly appearing in the doorway. “Hello, Y/N!”

Surprisingly, Solomon kept your hand in his as he turned to face the angel. “Hey, Simeon. Y/N’s here for a movie night with us.”

Simeon looked between the two of you, then down at your clasped hands. “Unfortunately, Luke and I are quite busy tonight, so we’ll be unable to attend.”

The corner of Solomon’s mouth twitched up in a smirk. “That’s a shame, we’ll have to have another some time.”

Simeon simply shot him a knowing smile before leaving the two of you alone once more.

“Shall we?” Solomon asked, leading the way to his room.

He’d obviously been expecting you to accept his invitation, since his room was already prepared for a movie night. A small string of fairy lights hung over the headboard, and his bed was entirely covered in pillows and cushions of varying shapes and sizes. For the first time since you’d met him, Solomon looked sheepish.

“I… I was hoping you’d say yes.”

In response, you launched yourself on to the bed, burying yourself in the cushions. Solomon chuckled, climbing in next to you.

You stayed up until the early hours of the morning watching movies and chatting until you felt your eyes growing heavy. Without thinking, you placed your head on Solomon’s shoulder. You just had time to feel his arm wrap around you and his lips press against your head before you fell asleep, and he wasn’t far behind you.

It had been a week since your night with Solomon, and by now everyone knew you were a couple. It was rare for you to return to the House of Lamentation without your lover, but you’d promised the brothers you’d spend some time with just them. After an evening filled with card games and fun, you retired to your room. Or that was your intention, at least. As you ascended the stairs you heard a voice calling out for help. Quickly, you sprinted upstairs, taking the steps two at a time.

You were surprised to find a heavy-looking door sealing off an attic room.

“Please – you have to help me get out!” The black and white-haired man stared at you; eyes full of desperation.

“Of course!” You cried, placing your hands on the door, searching for a handle. Before you could even begin, there was a blinding light. When you opened your eyes, the door was gone, and you were inside the room with the man.

“Thank you so much – uh, I didn’t catch your name?” He was clearly excited to be free, and you wondered how long he’d been stuck there.

You gave him a friendly smile. “I’m Y/N, the human exchange student!”

His face crinkled up in disgust before he lunged at you, lifting you up by the throat and cutting off your air.

“Humans killed my sister.” He growled.

You tried to fight him off, but he was far too strong. The last thing you saw was his sick, twisted grin before everything went black.

“Solomon?”

“Yes?” It was strange for one of the demon brothers to phone him. Stranger still for it to be Lucifer, sounding panicked no less.

“There’s been… an incident.”

“Lucifer, it’s not like you to struggle with words, is everyone alright?”

“No, I-“ Lucifer sighed. “Solomon, I need you at the House of Lamentation. Now.”

“Of course, I was hoping to drop by to see Y/N, anyway.”

Lucifer made a strangled sound before the line went dead.

“Belphegor…” Solomon growled, throwing himself at the demon only to be stopped by Lucifer. The brothers were shocked; Solomon was always so calm, they’d never seen him lose it. Especially not like this. Suddenly, the sorcerer stills, and Lucifer sees fit to set him free. Fists balled at his sides, Solomon took a deep breath, glaring daggers at the Avatar of Sloth. The ground started shaking, and the brothers all shared a look of alarm. Pictures began to fly off the walls as Solomon closed his eyes, clenching his fists hard enough to draw blood. The whole house was groaning and shuddering, and yet it was taking no damage. That was, until Solomon’s eyes snapped open, focussing on the demon before him. Cracks appeared in the floor around his feet, and panicked flashed across his face.

“Solomon!” Asmo shouted, but he wasn’t listening. Rage flowed through him, enough even to rival Satan on one of his bad days. Just as the floor looked like it would swallow Belphegor whole, something solid slammed into Solomon, knocking him to the floor and breaking his concentration.

“Beelzebub, what do you think you’re doing?!” Solomon yelled, the house’s shaking coming to an abrupt halt.

“He’s my brother.” Beel said, solemnly.

“He killed Y/N!” Solomon’s anger was beginning to subside, replaced by a sorrow so intense his chest ached. He’d never experienced anything quite like this in all his years.

“Beel,” Lucifer finally spoke. “Get Belphie out of here.”

Solomon knelt next to you, bent over and crying. Hands sprawled out over you, he tried spell after spell hoping one might bring you back. Over and over, he repeated different incantations until he finally collapsed from exhaustion. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned to see a pair of blue eyes full of concern.

“They’re gone, ya know. It hurts, it hurts so bad, and it ain’t fair, but they wouldn’t want ya torturin’ yourself like this.”

Mammon’s words touched the sorcerer, and he forced a small smile in response, accepting his hug.

It was too much for Solomon to handle. He’d faced loss before, of course (you didn’t get to be thousands of years old without losing loved ones) but none had hurt like this. Everyone had finally left after the ceremony, and it was just you and him now. The smell of freshly dug soil assaulted his nostrils, and it took all his strength to not retch. Rain pelted his back, drenching his clothes, but he didn’t care. What he did care about was you. You couldn’t be gone, it didn’t make sense. What if you were still alive? What if you’d been buried while still breathing?! Vain hope won out over rationality. He started digging through the mud with nothing but his bare hands. The rain made it clumpy, but he was determined. He dug and dug until his fingers were bleeding, and yet he had barely made any progress. Shouting up at the Heavens, he collapsed into the small indent he had made. He knew it was too late. He knew you were gone.

One Year Later

“Hey, Y/N,” Solomon kneeled next to your grave, clutching on to a small bouquet of flowers. “I saw these today, and I thought of you. I know irises are – were… your favourite. I never got to bring you any when you were still here, so…”

He carefully arranged the flowers in the centre of your headstone as tears started to spill over his eyelids.

“I hope wherever you are is as charming as your smile.” He had no idea where you were; he’d spent the last year searching both the Devildom and the Celestial Realm with no luck.

“Belphegor claims he’s sorry, but… I’ve been unable to tolerate his presence for more than a few moments. I’m sorry, too, Y/N. I should have been there. Perhaps you’d – you’d still be here…” He trailed off as a sudden sob choked him. Solomon didn’t cry often, and yet he’d shed more tears in the last year than he had in his whole life. You’d left a huge hole, and you’d taken a part of him with you when you left.

“Y/N, I’d like to think I’ll see you again, but I have my doubts.”

He’d been increasingly reckless since you’d passed, attempting untested magic, wandering the Devildom alone at night, even heading into a Reaper’s Cave. He’d always been fond of his immortality, but he was finally seeing it for what it was: a curse.

“Maybe I’ll find you one day… my love. I regret that I never got the chance to tell you how I feel; it’s something I’ll regret for as long as I live.”

Solomon took a deep breath, beginning to tremble.

“I love you, Y/N. I always will – that won’t ever change, no matter how much time may pass. Each day without you feels unbearable. I’d give anything to see your smile just one more time. I miss you more and more with each day that goes by. I’m so sorry I couldn’t – I couldn’t save you…”

He turned his gaze skyward, just in time to feel raindrops mix with his salty tears.

“I love you so much, Y/N. Forever.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me!#obey-me #shall we date solomon #solomon x mc #solomon x reader #obey me solomon #gn!reader #solomon x gn!reader

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ready-to-obeyme · 4 years

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(OM!) Stay the Night (Simeon/MC)

Prompt: “Let me stay with you tonight.”

Words: ~1k

// tried cramming all the fluff I could think of for him like h*nd h*olding. I have to admit that I’ve never really written for Simeon before, but I hope you like this anyways!! little shady angel man flaskjafs👉👈 @ka-za-ri

You hear Simeon call out your name softly, pulling you out of your sleepy haze. You open your eyes to the ticklish brush of his hand on your cheeks and to the soft blues of his eyes. Even in the dim lights of the lamp, you see the soft twinkle in his eyes as they look at you fondly. His hand is comfortably warm against your cheek and you nuzzle against it, pleased to hear the chuckle that the action coaxes from the angel.

Simeon says your name again, and you wish you could fall asleep to him whispering it. “It’s getting dark, angel,” he says, and you have no choice but to listen to him and wake up-- especially when Simeon retreats his hand, and the urge to fall back asleep officially dissipates.

You raise your face from where it lay on the wooden desk (you’re thankful you didn’t drool) and stretch, hearing your joints pop in satisfaction. “I fell asleep?” You rasp, clearing your throat at the sound of your tired voice.

“For a few hours,” Simeon admits, his hand hiding away his smile as he watches you yawn. “I meant to wake you earlier but you seemed so tired.”

You lift your arms to wipe at your eyes, looking behind you when a blanket falls from your raised shoulders. You don’t even remember falling asleep, let alone remembering to use a blanket, so it must have been Simeon who graciously covered you and let you fall asleep. Wait--

“I slept for a few hours?” You sputter, looking around at the textbooks still open to the same unread chapter. “Simeon, why did you let me sleep? I didn’t finish studying anything!” You stand up from your seat, barely catching your chair before it falls.

“You’ve been studying for hours before you fell asleep,” Simeon says gently. And if that was not enough to calm you down, he takes your hand in his to squeeze it lightly. Before you can respond, he raises your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles, and your mouth snaps shut. “You deserve a break, don’t you think?”

You can only manage to narrow your eyes at him as he smiles at you as if he doesn’t know how your heart leaps every time he presses his lips onto your bare skin.

For an angel, he spends a fair amount of time playing innocent. He knows well how to push your buttons, knowing exactly what he can do to fluster you, to make the heat climb up on your cheeks and stay. Though, you suppose it’s only fair. You’ve seen him avert his eyes in embarrassment or cover his face shyly at something you’ve done or said many times before, so you’re quite confident you affect him as much as he affects you.

Still, you would think you’d get used to something as small as this-- the kisses on your hands and the way Simeon tugs you close to him so you can see the blues of his eyes more clearly-- but you’re not. And you’re so distracted you almost miss what the angel says next about how it’s late and that you should let him walk you home.

“Can’t I just stay?” You ask, giving him the best of your puppy eyes.

“Lucifer and his brothers might be a little concerned if you don’t return,” Simeon says, and you blanch momentarily at the thought of the brothers running rampant because you disappeared on them without a note. (It warms your heart, regardless, knowing how loved you are to have them all worry so much over your safety.)

“I’ll text them!” You quickly reply, “I’ll tell them I’ll stay over with you because we ended up studying late. That’s the truth, isn’t it?”

You turn toward Simeon and watch as his fingers lightly scratch the door frame he is standing next to. He bites his lips in worry, and you can already hear the concern laced in his voice.

But when was the last time you were able to spend a quiet moment with Simeon? And even then, how could you ever get enough of having him to yourself? His gentle eyes on you and hands caressing you softly as if you are the most precious thing he has ever touched. Waking up to his smile and his hand a comfortable weight on your waist.

“Let me stay with you tonight,” you say. And for good measure, you tack on, “Please?”

Simeon looks at you with a softened gaze, and as you tug on his hands to pull him to you, you can see his resolve to send you home disappear. “I can never say no to you, love,” he says to you, much to your delight.

You get to hear his lovely laughter again when you drag him to the bed and fall together, side-by-side. You lace your fingers with his. You lean forward to press a soft kiss to his lips, only to be rewarded with his tender gaze focused completely on you, like there has never been anything more captivating.

“Do you know that you’re tempting an angel to bed, little lamb?” Simeon chuckles, making you sputter in embarrassment as his hands give yours a tight squeeze.

Ignoring his teasing, as he was wont to do, you crawl to him and settle into the crevices of his body with a sigh. (It always feels like your bodies melded together, his arms shifting to welcome you, but that may be the romantic in you.) “Isn’t resisting temptation basically your job description?” You smile into his neck when you hear him laugh.

“Yes, but with you, it’s a little difficult sometimes,” he tells you indulgently, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Now sleep-- I want to wake up with you tomorrow.” And like a spell cast on you, you feel your eyelids grow heavy and his arms like a cradle. You vaguely recall Simeon’s voice bid you good-night.

If there’s anything you regret that night, you certainly don’t think of the work left undone or the books left unread, but of the fact you never got to say sweet dreams to the angel holding you as you slept.

#obey me #obey me simeon #simeon/mc #obey me shall we date?#omswd #omswd simeon #obey me mc #obey me drabble #ok second read around it's not that bad heh heh #yayyy first simeon fic!!

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hallowxiu · 3 years

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Whatever It Takes to Keep You Safe

pairing: lucifer/gn!mc

word count: 1.5k

summary: You feel so dissociated from it; as if you were simply watching someone else’s end. You will not last the night. Or What if Simeon didn’t get to you and Lucifer in time?

a/n: a lot of things i gotta mention. 1) SPOILERS for lesson 38 and onward, so don’t read this if you don’t want some of the plot spoiled for you. 2) MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. there are also mentions of blood, death (obviously) and injury due to stabbing.

You always had the best intentions, but you can’t save everyone and you knew that. In fact, you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t know you’d eventually be put in this situation. Your unwavering loyalty has cost you to lose yourself time and time again, but maybe this time you’ve truly crossed a line that cannot be uncrossed. The taste of copper in your mouth is an ever-so-present reminder of that.

Lucifer never wanted to get close to you and this was something you knew from the start. His pride would never let him admit it, but he cared for you deeply, more so than he’s cared for anything else. Still, over time you managed to break and tear his walls down, seeing glimpses of Lucifer that others couldn’t even begin to imagine. You enjoyed his company and you knew he enjoyed yours equally, if not more. You knew that scared him.

Do you think he’ll forgive you for this? Will he think of you fondly in the future, or will you have left a bitter taste in his mouth? The thought makes your heart ache.

You feel your body being propped up, strong arms secured around you tightly. You felt safe, despite the fact that you were oozing blood from your chest. It was warm, just like him. You hear Lucifer call your name with a broken voice, a look of pure disbelief and grief plastered across his face. You felt awful that you were the cause of it, but you knew you had done the right thing, or at least that’s what you chose to believe. “Why did you do this? Why didn’t you kill me instead?” You can see the slight tremble of his lips and the barely concealed tears that are beginning to well in his eyes. Maybe the reality of the situation finally sank in. “You heard what Solomon said earlier. You just needed to kill me to restore the power of the Night Dagger; you didn’t need to stab yourself.”

“Just? You make it sound as if it’s the easiest thing in the world to kill you.” Your voice was a lot fainter than you thought it would be. “I would rather die than kill you with my own hands. Either way I would end up dying.” Your words didn’t comfort him but they weren’t meant to. You were only telling the truth, whether that’s what he wanted to hear or not. “I know you’re suffering from amnesia, but did you really think I would be able to kill you? There is not a thing in this world that could convince me that killing you is the right way. Not a single thing.”

You felt something warm and wet drop onto your cheek, and suddenly you felt more drops of water landing on your cheek. “Lucifer…” You reached a hand up and cupped his cheek, your thumb caressing the smooth skin. What was there left to say? Nothing you could say would make the situation better and you both knew that. His tears stream down his cheeks as he’s hit with the realization that you were dying, and that nothing he could do would stop this. He knew that as a human you would die before him, but he never thought he would be facing it so suddenly. Not like this. He wanted to see you die of old age in your sleep, a peaceful death that you deserved. If anyone deserved a nice death, it was you.

“I don’t-- I don’t know what to do.” This was the first time you had seen Lucifer look so beside himself, so lost as if he were a child looking for an adult to help. This wasn’t the normal Lucifer you knew, but then again, this wasn’t a normal situation that you knew either. You died once already, though you were brought back and it was significantly more complicated than this. Here, you stabbed yourself. That was all there was to it. You stabbed yourself so that Lucifer could live his life. It really was that simple.

“Only… only one of us needs to die in order for peace to be restored. It doesn’t have to be you. Besides, I’m just a human anyway. What is so special about me that I should outlive the great and mighty Lucifer?” It was becoming increasingly difficult to speak and you could feel your vision beginning to blur. You felt both as light as a feather and as heavy as a brick at the same time. It was hard to explain; you yourself didn’t even fully understand it. But does anyone truly understand the concept of dying? When you’re actively dying? It’s too much for the brain to process. “I think most will agree with me that it should be me and not you.”

“Don’t say that.” You could tell he wanted to be angry with you, to scream at you at the top of his lungs for putting yourself in this situation, for putting him in this situation, and yet-- and yet he just couldn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to hate you or blame you. He was just hurt. “This wasn’t how this was supposed to go.”

“I know.” Is all you offer the grieving demon. The eldest brings you closer to him, embracing you in his arms as your head rests against his chest. Death didn’t seem as scary as you once thought. If death meant staying in the embrace of Lucifer, then it couldn’t be all that bad, right? “Promise me you won’t… that you won’t blame yourself for this. No one… could have seen this coming.” You were running out of time.

“Why not just kill me?” His voice was desperate, his eyes wide as you watched him try to process the situation.

“I always want you safe. I would have done the same for any of your brothers.” You couldn’t waste your breath on speaking any longer, it was taking more out of you than you thought it would. Oh, how you took for granted all the times you were able to speak without feeling so winded. To fully express how you felt without your own body getting in the way of that, acting as a physical barrier.

You feel Lucifer’s grip around you tighten, the demon pressing you closer to his body to convince himself that you’re still there. “I can’t live a world without you.” His voice was so broken and it destroyed you. “I don’t want to; I can’t.”

Your time was coming to an end and fast. You thought you were okay with this, but now you were finding that you didn’t have enough time. “I love you, Lucifer.” You needed him to know. You’ve said it to him hundreds of times, but you needed him to know it at this moment. “I love you so fucking much.” Your own vision is filled with tears and you rapidly blink them away, instead wanting to focus on the demon’s face. You wanted his face to be the last thing you saw.

“Don’t say that. You aren’t leaving.” You both knew he was in denial as he tugged you closer, his body shaking as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “You’re not leaving me.” You smile to yourself as you let the sobbing man hold you, his cries filling up the room and no doubt reaching the ears of his brothers. You were sure there would be complete and utter chaos within the next several minutes, but you knew you wouldn’t be there to see it.

You would miss all the small things about Lucifer, the way his eyebrows would furrow as he filled out his paperwork, or the way he would smile as he texted Mammon when thinking no one was looking. You would miss the fond look in his eyes when bragging about his brothers to Lord Diavolo, and you would miss the way how he always knew exactly what to say when to comfort you. You wish you could do the same for him now. This would just have to be good enough; it had to, this was all you had to offer.

“I love you.” Lucifer cries into your neck. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.” He knows he’s chanting those words to an empty room. The demon knew the exact moment your heart gave its final beat, the exact moment you drew your last breath. He felt the difference in your body weight, the moment you became heavier to hold and colder to the touch. He knew it, but he chose to ignore it. For now, just for now, he would pretend that everything was okay, that you were only lying asleep in his arms.

You gave and gave all your love, but in the end it was never enough to protect those you love, let alone yourself. Sometimes, that’s just how it has to be.

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c4-weeb · 3 years

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Obey me boy head cannons!

Skater!Mc x the demon boys + undateables!

Alright so background! Human mc had invited one of the boys to go to a skating rink with her in the human world, since she is one of the main racers and a very frequent attendee at the place since she was 10. She knows the regular skaters and owners pretty well. Shes held with high respect there and is pretty talented. She has skate races and a whole team of great skaters, so what happens when one day she invites one of the boys to go on a date/ support her during a competitive roller derby? Also please do keep in mind I'm taking inspiration off the monster high roller derby cause that race was pretty cool and difficult to do so make it more modernized and human. You know... no swinging axes or kraken's trying to grab you as you skate. Though in reality that sounds like something Diavolo would put together for devildom roller derby's...

Lucifer

When he heard you beg him to come support you for your first race back in the human world he was a little taken aback. A roller derby? Him? I mean he wasn't going to be the loudest but he did find the thought of watching them succeed and wanting his praise amusing nonetheless....

....in reality he missed the Mc dearly and would appreciate the time with them, but he'd never say so out loud.

When you looked up to him from the stands he smirked at you, the pressure was on... that smirk was the one of judgement and "let's see how you do" which wracked your nerves with enough anxiety that it helped fuel the fire to make sure you succeeded.

When the Mc took off, being shoved by people bigger than her on each side, he was surprised when you fell back and the two idiots collided and she hopped over with ease and sped towards the front with amazing speed.

When The Mc and their team won, she came speeding to him and hugged him from behind and thanked him.

Later he took you out to eat in congratulations, the smile on your face from getting praise and food? All the stress from the day was relieved by that small gesture.

"I dont know why I thought I had finally found out everything I could about you, yet you just keep surprising me...."

Mammon

When the you asked for his support during a casual race at your local skating rink, with just your team mates going against eachother in a regular speed skate with a few obstacles, he wasnt so interested, saying he wants money in return for his support, when in reality he would have went anyways. But when you told him that since it was a casual race, people could bet on the racers, he agreed so fast and even begged to be summoned right then and there.

Expect him to be screaming at the top of his lungs for you to win

Isnt against calling you baby this loud in public

May or may not have tried climbing the fence when you got pushed

Definitely bet on you, and a huge sum of money too. So much faith 😭❤

Once you've won expect him to come flying at you, poor baby forgot you where on skates tho so you'd end up falling backwards to your friends amusement of your cuddly demon.

Tried threatening the owners to do another race so he could get money and failed

Sulked till you dragged him by the hand to skate in the neon lights since most people left it was just you two

Later he would drag you to either go to bet on races with him to gain more money or go to shower you in gifts, really depended on how well you could convince him to not go gambling, which had a 50/50 success rate.

"If I'm not going to get more money I might as well shower you in what I have, make you the prettiest gem for the whole world to see!" "Mammon you only won 200 dollars not a mil-" "sh, sh, shhhhh, shhh, no arguing! The Great Mammon is going to treat his treasure right tonight, ya' hear!?"

Leviathan

Now getting this otaku outta his room was an absolute struggle. So like a cat trapping their preh, you had to summon him to your house and put a blindfold on him for a special surprise.

Dragged his unsocial ass to the car and road down to the skate rink and took off his blind fold once you both got inside.

It took a lot of coaxing, but you finally got him to calm down enough to get a pair of skates.

If your skater friends said hi to him he'd hide by your arm like a scared 5 year old

The jealousy he felt of everyone in the room was unbelievable, because the poor boy has no balance for skating. On wheels or ice, his body just refuses.

You offered to help him learn and the poor boys face was fuming red, thankfully the neon lights and darkness hid it well.

He held onto your hand for balance throughout the whole date, only stopping to eat some pizza and play some arcade games.

After a few hours you headed back to your house to binge some Starwars, wanting to watch something different with him.....which eventually led to the both of you getting bored and going back to the new ruri-chan movie you guys binged countless amount of times on the phone together.

"H-hey! Hold on you're going t-too fast! No now you're so close I-....um... ack everyone can see us...so many people... but its worth it to show that your mine!"

Satan

Now Satan isnt much of a skater, nor a loud supporter, but with enough coaxing you finally got him to at least try and relax with you, doing a nice small couple's night at the skate rink

Really wanted to try human customs with you so there was little resistance

He would hold their hand as you'd skate

Even think of skating away from him and he will chase after you

This man's rage in his bones makes him a natural speed skater

Will tickle you when he catches you, starts a very one sided tickle war tho

If you wanna sit down, it's going to be in his lap, no rejections.

Will find it adorable if your friends make fun of how blushy you're getting as you hide in his chest

"Come now kitten, dont run away or I'm going to tickle you so hard that your face will hurt too much to smile at anyone else but me"

Asmodeus

This sweet baby was already dragging you to your room to glamor you up before the race.

Honey no need to say anything, he will make you the most gorgeous skater just tell him the vibes you wanna give off and he will hit the nail straight on the head and match your aesthetic.

Best expect victory photos.

Will record your victory and show it off to the group chat with the brothers.

Absolutely head over heels for you, hanging off your body in a hug and then going for a really close skate together

Might try to convince you to have some celebratory seggs but will 100% be making it known how much you excited him.

"Sweetheart look at all the likes our photos are getting! Everyone's congratulating you! Awe look at how viral my baby is! That was a VERY thrilling experience watching you, and you do need to take care of that body....shall we take this home and undress you so I can congratulate you the right way~♡?"

Beezlebub

Immediately agreed when you brought it up that you wanted to bring him to the skate rink, someplace you enjoyed going.

He knew skating was like a work out but was worried about finding skates his size there so he brought his own customized skates.

You better have snacks cause baby is gonna be starving.

Thankfully since you also work there and know the owners, you where allowed to hop over and take his order, putting it on your tab. 4 pizzas 2 Turkey legs 7 hotdogs and a pint of water (remember to stay hydrated)

If you bumped into a few of your friends and he WILL get along with them. He wants to be apart of your life, all of it, so he'll make it a point to get along with everyone in it for your sake.

If you ever look like you're going to fall he will be so close behind you it would be like slipping and falling back onto a brick wall who grabs you before you hit the floor.

If you fall forward he will grab your shirt but try not to choke you in the process

(If you do choke poor baby with be hugging you apologizing profusely)

You two try racing eachother but no matter what you dont win cause hes just too fast

Finds you challenging him over and over endearing and adorable.

"You're so adorable when you're chasing after me trying to win, but I'm hungry now...can we go eat again?"

Belphegor

Will complain once you ask him to go skating for date night in the human world

Wont stop till he finds out it has a sunroof along with the neon lights so he can look at the stars while skating with you.

Will only skate for an hour or two then passes out on your lap

Will not help at all when you fall, just laughs cause he is probably the reason you fell in the first place.

When hes skating he will take your hand in his the whole time and sorta lean on your shoulder while skating from behind you.

You two will stop periodically to sit at the small felt covered benches in the rink to look up at the stars (may or may not fall asleep on your shoulder so you're stuck there with him sleeping for 20 minutes)

You will be the last ones out

Must grab some food for Beel cause belphie promised to bring him home food.

Skating (more like you dragging him by the hand while hes in skates)back to your place and looking at the stars together at like 3am

Wont go back till he can officially cuddle you till the morning and leaves at 11am

"Hey look...theres Ursa major...*yawn* come on let's sit down again, I'm tired..."

Luke (only as siblings you take him skating)

Doesnt know how to skate

You end up teaching him and hes the happiest little boy ever.

If you take him to a race he'll be all worried that you got a scratch and starts to get protective over you when the person who pushed you comes near

Definitely eating cotton candy

Playing claw machines and you win him a stuffed piggy and he holds it near and dear to his heart cause it's from you

"Mc! Mc! Look I'm doing it! I'm skating! Sir oinkers and me are skating together! Thank you so much haha!"

Simeon

Happily joins to cheer you on during your races everytime. Got a race? Simeon will be there.

If you dont win he will comfort you and make the best of the situation by taking you to the food bar till it turns to a free skate again.

If you're injured he will pamper you and be ready with his first aid. Little angel kisses on every scrap and bruise.

So many forehead kisses of encouragement and praise 🥺😭

Can speed skate, so if you want to practice he'll help but if you want to relax he'll do that too.

Inlines? Regular skates? No matter what hes great at them.

Somehow he has great luck and every stuffie you showed interest in or every candy or prize there was that you would even look at, he would win on the first try.

"Dont worry! I'll carry it all. You just relax alright? You got pretty bruised from that fall."

Barbatos

Getting this man to stop working and go on a date will need a ton of patience, even Lord Diavolo has to convince him the little d's will do their jobs right while hes away.

Will take care of every scrape and bruise you get.

Man has glowsticks prepared to cheer you on

When it turns back to a free skate he will try his best to impress you and teach you little tricks he's picked up in his many years.

You try to convince him to eat some of the food there and he will politely decline and proceed to take you out to a nice fancy, but quaint restaurant.

"You were really quick to dodge them back there, yet you still got a few bruises, truly amazing for humans to get to that speed and dodge so fast. You're really a fascinating one arent you?"

Lord Diavolo

This man.... he made SIGNS

WILL be hollering when you win

The loudest in the stands

Glowsticks, glowing necklaces, bracelets, man is even wearing a glowing necklace around his head for you, glowing head to toe

So happy and proud 🥺😭❤

Definitely brought barbatos to help hold up the glittery signs him and the little d's made

Barbatos will leave with the signs after congratulating you and leaving you two to your date.

He will be a little off balanced when first skating cause the man went straight for the inlines 😂

Will be smiling the whole time, nothing can or will ruin it.

Absolutely in love with the skate rink because of you and even wants to add a few to the devildom so they can hold tournaments like the one you where in

Can get sad if he cant get you a stuffed animal while you're in the bathroom so he summons Barbatos again to help him while you're away.

Sends Barbatos away so you wont know he helped him get the prizes

Ends up getting you 6 stuffies and a phone case that doesnt fit your phone but it's the thought that counts right?

You win him a medium sized dragon from the claw machine and he sleeps with it every night and loves it like it's your guy's kid.

If he meets your friends he will find out just how much you've missed him as you get embarrassed, makes a mental note to see you once a week after that encounter.

Will eat 2 Turkey legs as you eat a slice of pizza and share a pitcher of soda with him

(He makes a mess of his face so you clean it off for him)

Will not want to leave and go back to the devildom so he'll insist on staying the rest of the night and walks you home

Will. NOT. LEAVEEEE! Master of excuses for why he should stay.

"But I dont want to leave! Theres still so much to do!" "Can I at least see your house?" "I wont leave until I see you're safe at home!" "Please can I stay the night, I miss having you wake up in my arms." "I want to see the morning sun rise with you before I go back"

#obey me #shall we date #leviathan headcanons #lucifer #obey me mammon #satan avatar of wrath #asmo obey me #beelzeebub #belphie headcanons #headcannons #skater #shall we date simeon #luke obey me #lord diavolo #shall we date barbatos

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obae-me · 3 years

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Beneath Still Waters- CH2

CH 1

Home Sweet Home

Word Count: 3418

Summary: With the help of two residents, Beel and Belphie take you to Simeon’s home, the place you’ll be staying for a while. You manage to get a quick glance around Old Midev before finally make it to the house. Eventually you end up falling asleep and have a strange dream.

Tags: (Mostly) Human AU, second person view, gender neutral reader

Warning: Mentions of drowning and asphyxiation

With every bump over the unpaved road, your heart pounded a little harder. You hugged your own torso as you sat in the backseat of the truck, watching trees whirl past. After a little while through the grove, the flora cleared up a touch, giving you a clear view of a large lake, sparkling a gorgeous blue in the sunlight. Mountains and tall trees surrounded the lake, the green a striking contrast against the surface of the water. It was such an alluring sight...you couldn’t help but stare. It called to you in that mystical way nature had the tendency to do. There was something about it...If you did anything while you were out here, you’d have to take a trip down there.

“Devil’s Lake,” Belphie spoke up from the front seat, his head resting against the window. He’d pulled out a neck pillow from the glove box, one with a cow print pattern, and was resting against that to keep his head from smacking against the glass. You had sworn he had fallen asleep, seeing as his eyes had been closed the entire ride so far, and yet he hadn’t even needed to look at you to know what you were staring at.

The name caused you to tilt your head. “Devil’s lake? Seems an awful foreboding name for something so peaceful,” you stated. The two brothers went silent, and not just a thoughtful pause, the kind of quiet that settled heavy over the air like a suffocating blanket, like you’d crossed a line you didn’t know was placed just before you. But then Belphie just shrugged, his words caught in his throat, barely managing to speak.

“I’m not the one who named it.” You caught onto the hint, the lungs in your chest shallow. The subject of the lake was dropped, but now a persistent curiosity settled into your mind.

The road slowly shifted from rocky to smooth payment as buildings cropped into view. The path was positioned up on a hill, so you could easily look down and over the town you were about to settle into. Slow traffic, old buildings, brick sidewalks, the sort of thing you’d typically expect from places like these. It had it’s charm for sure, it’s aura of history. No wonder Simeon seemed to miss it so, it...was quaint, the type of hometown that stored countless memories in every wall, ancient stories in every foundation.

“Welcome to Old Midev, MC,” Beel grinned. He pointed out landmarks of his favorite places. The Lily House served the best food--according to him--whether you wanted breakfast, lunch, or dinner. “My favorite’s the pancakes,” he told you, very enthusiastic about his preferences. “If you go there, get the blueberry ones, put a little bit of honey between each layer, and then use their special maple syrup. Trust me.” A look flashed over his face like now that he had mentioned it, he wanted nothing more than to eat those pancakes now. Then he shook his head, snapping out of his daydream, continuing to pick out places of interest. “The building over there to your right.”

You glanced around, squinting a little. “The one with the green roof?”

“Yeah, that’s the library.”

Belphie scoffed a little, muttering. “The librarian’s a weirdo…”

Beel looked around warily, like he was worried someone would hear him. “I watched him yell at a kid in the grocery store the other day, just because he was making too much noise.” You quickly made a mental note to not tick off the librarian, whoever he was. “Ah, speaking of which, there’s Grace’s.” He gestured to a large store that did give off a more modern vibe than the buildings around it. “It’s newer than a lot of other places around here, but it’s got pretty much anything you need!” This seemed to be the heart of the town, where all the hustle and bustle should be, although it was a bit...lacking in both the hustling and subsequent bustling. You’d passed probably ten cars so far, and you had yet to spot anyone walking around. Beel drove past, the buildings getting further and further in between till he turned onto another dirt road, barely big enough for one car to fit between the overgrown bushes. He drove up a little hill till again the trees cleared up and the pathway widened, leading up to a white house with a wraparound porch and a brick chimney. The car slowed till it stopped. “This is it!”

Beel quickly exited the truck right after he parked, stepping out and opening the door for you. You hopped out of the vehicle, taking a few steps towards the house, and then turned to look at the view. On the hill, looking past the tops of trees a bit below you, you had a perfect shot of the lake. The smell of moisture hit you from here, and the breeze was chill against your skin. It was...delightful. Every morning, Simeon had a view like this...and he gave it to you. Temporarily, you reminded yourself. This is short-term.

“Do you think it looks the same?” Belphie asked his twin as Beel pulled your luggage from the bed of the truck, settling it against the floor and already taking a few steps towards the house.

“Guess we’ll have to see,” was all he replied with. He turned his head over his shoulder, catching on that you hadn’t moved yet. “Coming?”

You quickly turned to catch up with them, going ahead of them to take a few steps up to the porch. Dusty, obviously abandoned and left to the elements, the porch was worn, leaves and stray twigs coated most of the floor. You noticed something hanging by the screen door. A little wooden plaque with the engraving ‘He who returns from a journey is not the same as he who left.’ Without thinking too much of it, you figured that this was the object that housed his key. You took it off the nail it was hanging from, and sure enough the key was dangling from a little hook screwed into the back. How no one had broken into Simeon’s house yet, you didn’t know, it was almost as obvious as leaving a key hidden under the welcome mat. Grasping the handle, you pulled back the screen door first, listening to the hinges squeak harshly against your ears. Then you pushed the key into the doorknob, twisting it till it clicked, and you could open the heavy wooden door.

Stepping into the house, you took in the immediate layout. There was a set of stairs immediately in front of you against the right wall, heading up to the second floor, the railing matching the same dark polished wood the floorboards were. The left wall had an open concept, allowing you access to the living room. The walls themselves were painted a muted teal color with grey undertones, just enough to give the rooms some vibrancy. Settled in the corner, right by the doorway was a little dresser. The top was decorated with pictures and a little glass bowl that held loose change. Plucking up one of the small picture frames, you cleaned off a thin layer of dust with your thumb, getting a better look at the image. Two men were in the picture, shoulder to shoulder. You recognized Simeon immediately, a beaming smile on his face as he wrapped one of his arms around the other person’s back. The other figure, despite his apparent best attempts to, found it a bit hard to smile naturally. The curl was there, but his brows were a bit furled, like this was a newer experience for him. He had shadowy black hair and piercing dark eyes. While Simeon had on a bright white sweater, this man had a long raven-hued trench coat. They were nearly polar opposites, and yet they looked happy to be in each other’s presence. You placed the photo down, a small bit of guilt coursing through your veins, feeling like you’d just seen something you shouldn’t have.

The two brothers came in behind you, the screen door slamming shut with a startling noise. You jumped, and Belphie almost chuckled. “Oh yeah, it does do that, I’d almost forgotten.” You let the prickling of your skin die down before you sighed.

Shifting in place a little, you allowed some of the nervousness you’d harbored on your journey to be released now that you were finally at your destination. Strangers...were iffy, but you felt as if these people could be trusted. They’d shown you so much kindness already. “Thank you for bringing me here, it was very kind of you,” you told them.

“No problem!” Beel assured you, grasping the handle to your luggage. “I’ll go ahead and bring this up to the bedroom for you.” He didn’t hesitate to lift the suitcase upstairs, sprinting up the steps with high knees, not faltering once despite you packing that thing to the brim.

The more...indifferent twin groaned a little bit, like helping you was such an effort...but one he was willing to make. “I have a feeling the kitchen is mostly empty.” He brushed past you, heading down the hall past the living room. You followed him, swiveling your head to try to take in the details of this place. He opened a door at the end of the path, leaving it open for you to come in after. The kitchen was cute, a small island in the middle, the sink under the window to your front. The fridge was tucked between the counter and the wall, and the oven was to your right. There was another door close to the sink. Belphie threw the fridge doors wide to find it empty. He then padded over with a monotone hum to the other door, swinging it open to reveal a little pantry. It had a few boxes in there as well as some rice, flour, oil, and some pasta. Belphie blinked for a second. “I was right...you’ll have to go shopping. I think Simeon had an old bike in the garage, but...if you’d like we can take you to the store later.”

It felt almost strange having him offer something nice to you, especially with how half-hearted he seemed to treat everything, but you internally scolded yourself. You didn’t even really know him. Shaking your head, you rubbed your forefinger against the thumb covered with dust, brushing the remnants off of your skin. “You two have already done enough, thank you though.”

Beel thudded back down the steps, taking a second to figure out where you guys had moved to. “Everything still looks the same,” he announced, some awe in his voice. You wondered how often they had been in here before, what their connection to Simeon was. He turned his head towards you. “Is there anything else we can do?”

“I’m g-”

“We need to take them shopping later,” Belphie answered for you, gesturing towards the completely empty fridge. Beel looked more distressed than he should’ve been.

“I actually said I’m fine,” you told Beel.

Belphie rolled his eyes once more as you bit the inside of your cheek to keep your thoughts to yourself. “I can already tell you’re one of those types that won’t accept help until it’s already too late.” He shrugged, shutting the fridge abruptly as something within you tightened. “I can’t stand people who are too prideful for their own good.”

“Belphie…” Beel warned.

“Simeon told us to keep an eye on you, so the least we can do is make sure you don’t starve.” It was rather abrasive...but it was laced with kind intentions. At least, that’s what you hoped. He briskly left the kitchen, hands shoved in his jean pockets. “Later.” Then he stepped out of the house, the screen door slamming against the doorframe harshly again. Once more you jumped, and then you pressed a hand to your forehead. Was it the noise or Belphie that was giving you a headache?

“That’s the most thoughtful he’s been towards someone in a long time,” Beel pronounced proudly, but with a tinge of some buried sorrow. That’s him being thoughtful? You questioned in your mind. He quickly changed the subject. “Hold on, follow me for a second.” He held the front door open, waving you out onto the front porch. You did as he asked, pointing in the opposite direction from where you drove up, just a little ways further down the road past some stray trees where a smaller home was settled, broken cut logs settled in piles against the outer walls. “That’s where we live. If you need anything, we’re right over there.”

“Ah, that’s good to know.” In a friendly gesture, you outstretched your hand. “Thank you again.”

He took it happily, and in the handshake you were able to feel just how strong his grip was, the tips of his fingers and the skin of his palms covered in rough calluses. “No problem! Oh! If you’re hungry tonight, I know this delicious Chinese place that delivers or we have a--” He cut himself off for a moment. “Oh...do you have...er uh…”

“Money?” Beel’s face turned a bit red, knowing it was pretty rude to ask something like that to someone he just met. “Simeon was kind enough to give me a little money up front.” When that fact left your lips, you realized how it sounded. Not only were you staying in this house that wasn’t yours, you’d even been paid for it. You could scrub this place from top to bottom, repaint every surface and you still felt like it wouldn’t be enough. “Oh! Let me pay you for the ride, I--”

“No, no, please,” Beel denied. “It wasn’t a problem. When Simeon asks for a favor, we see it through. Don’t pay us.”

You nearly felt like crying. Typically you’d only seen this type of generosity in articles or stories. Who knew it would happen to you? Pressing a hand against your forehead, you took a deep calming breath. “I owe...I owe Simeon a lot. I promise I won’t be here too long.”

“We all owe Simeon…” Beel reminisced on something before lifting his spirits again. “Don’t worry about it too much,” he assured you. “And I--” The horn sounded from the trunk, Belphie hitting the wheel two times. Forgetting or simply deciding to move on from what he was about to say, Beel gave a little farewell wave. “Don’t hesitate to ask for help if you need it, okay? Any friend of Simeon is a friend of ours.” He jumped off the porch and onto the ground, completely bypassing the three steps. “We’ll come over later to do some shopping!”

Words escaped you as he waved once more and climbed back into his vehicle. Instead of heading towards their home, Beel turned around and headed back down the hill. Then they were gone. Exhaustion overcame you quickly. Anxiety, traveling, relying on strangers, it had left you all drained. You closed the front door and locked it, turning the deadbolt. Beel had said the bedroom was upstairs, so you took slow steps, gliding your hand across the railing, more dust sticking to your palms. You pulled a sour face. Guess if I get bored, there’s always cleaning to do. There was a small hallway that ran horizontal to the house. One doorway stood at each end, and a third one settled closer to the middle, just slightly off center from the stairway. Approaching the room closest to you opened you up to the bathroom. You ‘oo’ed a little, making you feel a bit silly, but you couldn’t help it. It was a little vintage bathroom. The walls were pretty sky blue, faded paintings of white lilies spotted here and there. The mirror above the sink was held in a white frame, a large golden filigree design attached to the top. The sink itself was a small little ivory counter with light blue painted cupboards. In the far left corner was a shower surrounded by a glass door and walls. Then, to your right, there was a large vintage bathtub, the basin deep enough to nearly engulf you whole. It was the kind that stood alone on golden legs. A little rectangular window was positioned high on the wall to let in some natural light. A fancy bathroom if you ever saw one. Although, to be fair Simeon never did seem like the simple minimalist type.

You left the bathroom, trying another door. This was the bedroom apparently. It was a nice size. The bed was queen sized, pushed against the wall in front of you, settled in between two nightstands with matching lamps on either ends. The headboard was simple, just more lustrous wood, arching up a little in the middle to give it a bit more design. The same went for the footboard. The top blanket was a quilt--homemade if you had to guess--fabrics of gold, blue, white, and grey patched together to form a star in the middle. The sheets and pillowcases were a soft light grey cotton. A wide dresser drawer lined the wall beside you, the top of it littered with stacked books, old pieces of mail, random knick-knacks and the like. Two heavy indigo drawback curtains kept the light from the window to your left from streaming in. You pulled some of the fabric back to look out. It would take you a while to adjust to seeing so much...wilderness. Would you be here long enough to get used to it? The tiredness seeped back into your bones. You headed over to the suitcase Beel had had the courtesy to place atop the mattress. With a little grunt you tugged at it and had it settled back on the floor. Before you noticed the action, you’d taken your shoes off already, shrugging off your jacket you’d had on before ruffling your hair.

Flopping onto the bed, you let out a long exhale. You grabbed one of the pillows, fluffing it a bit before settling your head on it. Unfamiliar scents flooded your nostrils, once again reminding you that you were very far from home...not that you truly had one at this point anyway...Stopping the waterworks was impossible at this point. You turned your head into the foreign pillow and sobbed, a mix of woe and gratitude spurring your tears to flow further.

It was the last bit of energy you had left. Without meaning to, your eyes grew heavy and your body and mind shut down to recharge as you fell into a deep rest.

That was when you had the dream.

Swirling, flailing, you were suspended in dark liquid, no way of knowing which way was up or down. Currents pushed you along, like you were simply a leaf in the raging winds. Nothing but bubbles from your own escaping oxygen was present in your vision. Everything about you was burning, your lungs, your panic, your body. The swirling suddenly stopped, the waters calm. You were still drowning however, your hands grasping at your throat. The shadows beneath you shifted. A long, wriggling shape underneath you moved, unwinding, taking the shape of something alive and monstrous. It was huge. Swimming up, the thing curled around your body, its scales shimmering back and forth between black and blue. Soon, the head of the sea serpent looked at you, skull as large as a semi, eyes glowing a brilliant tangerine. You couldn’t help but try to scream. Water flushed into your lungs as the last bit of oxygen escaped out of you. The creature bared its teeth, a demonic growl reverberating through the water. All you felt was fear, but even that started to fade away as your body started sinking, your vision slowly going black. The jaws to the serpent shut, turning it’s massive head to get a better look at you. The end of its face moved forward, touching your body, nudging you just before you lost consciousness. The universe seemed to spin, tugging you in all directions till suddenly you were standing on a shore, waves from the moving lake brushing up against your ankles. You watched, mesmerized as the body of something receded down into the depths. A hushed, pleading voice echoed in your head.

“Come to the water. Help me.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #human au #mostly #obey me beel #obey me belphie #tw asphyxiation #tw drowning

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Human World Adventures

Part 6

After lunch, Haruka gives them an idea of playing Uno which the younger siblings and Solomon agree without any hesitation. The older brothers (e.g Lucifer) are confused since they never played such games and Uno if Lucifer remembers correctly means "one" in Spanish. So...what game is this "one" specifically? Of course, this avatar of pride didn't ask and just watch from a distance as his brothers play along with the two girls.

Haruka: Why don't you play with us too, Lucifer?

Lucifer: No thank you, I'm too old for such games.

Haruka: Oh, come on! it's a fun game! You should join us!

Lucifer: No thank you^^ Perhaps the next round?

Haruka: Next round it is.

Belphie: I'm definitely defeating you two! >:D

Asmo: I'm still surprised Belphie is not asleep during this game...

Solomon: Same...

Mammon: Me three-

Satan: You can win if you have a strategy.

Belphie: Well, let's start, shall we?

Ichigo: We shall^^ [shuffling the cards and start to distribute them]

With that, they all start playing. Belphie is surprisingly determined today, he's obviously trying his best to at least defeat one of the humans.

Belphie: And I'll add +2 to that!

Ichigo: Oh? Bullying Monsolo I see. Let's go +4!

Satan: Which color?

Ichigo: [checks her cards] rED!

Satan:...

Ichigo: What? You got no reds? Or more +4?

Satan: Jokes on you, I do! Switching to green!

Asmo: You're so mean! >:( Fine! [gets the 4 extra cards]

Solomon: Pfft, your attempts of making me lose has gone out the window~

Belphie: Shut it! Beel, I believe in you! Please defeat that sus of a sorcerer, my twin~;-;

Beel: Ah, a green one. I have one! [puts in +2]

Solomon: What?!

Belphie: Thank you so much, Beel!

Solomon: ....sht

Satan: What's wrong, Solomon? Cat got your card?

Solomon: tsk. [gets two more cards]

As they were playing, Simeon passes by to watch them. Yes, unfortunately, this angel doesn't join them. Luke is in there though playing with them.

Simeon: How did it go?

Haruka: Overall...we're winning. Currently bullying Solomon.

Luke: Look, Simeon! I only have 4 cards!

Simeon: Oh that's great! You're close to victory!

Levi: [casually shows his two cards]

Simeon: Ah, no surprise^^

Mammon: How?!?! [sobs in 12 cards]

Satan: That's clearly because you're an idiot.

Ichigo: Belphie is improving his game skills though^^ Great job!

Belphie: Yeah to defeat one of you >:(

Levi: Since when are you this competitive?

Belphie: Since I keep on losing to those two >:((

Satan: Perhaps might wanna say goodbye to such victory

Ichigo: ...woops^^ [shows 1 card]

Mammon: Again, HOW?!

Haruka: She's the master of this game, I'm not even surprised [sigh in 5 cards]

Solomon: can we just go back to the game? [currently holding around 9 cards]

Asmo: Alright back to the game. Haruka, your turn.

Haruka: Hmm, it's green and a +2 huh? I have just the solution! [puts another +2 but in red]

Levi: Ha! UNO! [yeets his +2 but in yellow]

Mammon: Yes!!! [puts in lots of +2]

Luke: That's a lot!

Mammon: Sucks to be ya, Fido.

Luke: Shut it! [throws in a +4]

Belphie: Are you guys going against me now?!

Luke: no??;-; I'm just trying to save myself! Simeon!! Help me!!

Belphie: Just kidding, kid. Which color?

Luke: Uh... [checks his cards] Red?

Belphie: Great! [throws in a red card but he still needs to get that much card wow poor Belphie]

Ichigo: Uno game~!

Belphie: You! [tackles Ichigo while the others laugh]

Ichigo: Hey, hey! Why are you so worked up?! [laughing because Belphie is attacking her with tickles]

Belphie: Because you keep on winning!

Satan: [sigh] There's still Haruka and Solomon. You obviously can't defeat the master of Uno, Belphegor.

Beel: Come on, Belphie. There's still hope!

Belphie: There's still hope huh? Well, it's your turn, Satan.

Satan: Don't mind me^^ [puts in the same card but in yellow]

Asmo: Do you have a live problem with me?!

Satan: Clearly not. That's the only card I have that matches.

Asmo: [huffs but gets another card]

Beel: Ah? A yellow? I have the all-color one, is that okay?

Ichigo: Yes! Yeet it out!

As soon as Beel does that, everyone anticipates the color. Obviously, Belphie hopes it's the color that Solomon doesn't have so he can actually win against that sus of a sorcerer!

Beel: I'll have green^^

Solomon: Tf-

Everyone instantly laughs. Yeah, their target is obviously to give Solomon as many cards as possible but oh well.

Solomon: Man, you must have beef with me don't you-

Beel: Oh of course not^^ Just your cooking skills and that one thing [smiling but this scared Solomon]

Solomon: Right... [getting one card]

Haruka: Yas! Beel, thank you so much! [throws in three-card that matches]

Belphie:...

Ichigo: You can still defeat Solomon, Belphie^^

Belphie: True...he has like 9 cards or so...

Levi: Hmmm blue.... jokes on you! I have one! [throws in a block blue card] also Uno!

Mammon: U- Dang it! Why ya gotta block me like that?!

Levi: Because you deserve it^^

Levi: Well, Luke, give us your best shot!

Luke: I will! Take this! [throws in one reverse card but in blue]

Mammon: Holy sht, Fido! Thank you! [lol he throws in another reverse card but in red]

Luke: [whispering to Ichigo who's now beside him] I have lots of reverse cards...should I put it in?

Ichigo: [nods]

Luke: [puts in another reverse card but in yellow]

Mammon: Why?!

Luke: That's all I have!

Mammon: Geez, sorry to anyone who sits me. [puts in block but in yellow]

Levi: Dude, fck you!

Asmo: pfft at least you're not like him adding more and more cards to my pile.

Satan: It's called playing with a strategy^^

Asmo: Strategic playing my ass!

Haruka: Ah a block card^^ I have one too and U-

Solomon: Uno! Jokes on you! You gotta pick up two cards~

Haruka: [rolls her eyes and gets two more cards] You're blocked though.

Solomon: And you have more cards^^

Beel: Hmm a block card... Asmo, I'm sorry:")

Asmo: Beel no-

Too late bestie, he puts in that block card. There there, Asmo...

Asmo: What even have I done to you, little brother?! [dramatic whining]

Beel: :( I'm sorry that's all that matches-

Satan: Uno game. [puts a normal card but in the same color as that block card]

Haruka: How?!

Ichigo: Wow, guess his strategic playing does work.

Satan: Perhaps next round, just the two of us?

Ichigo: You're on, raging ball of chaos.

Solomon: not again- can we just proceed?! Yo Belphie! Your turn!

Belphie: Ah, a normal card. Alright then^^ [switches the card color]

Luke: Why?!?!

Belphie: Because I want to, kid :)

Luke: [grumbles but gets the card because he has none of that color or number]

Mammon: Ah yes, time to reduce my card amount! [throws in around 5 cards with the same content in it]

Levi: All that to go back to Yellow?!

Mammon: Does it matter?!

Levi: Of course you idiot! I got none of that! Fck you!

Mammon: Pfft, bye-bye to your victory, weeb~

The other sighs at the sight. This is gonna be a long game. Lucifer and Michael are both now interested though. This seems to be a fun game but can be pride-crushing as well.

Michael: That seems fun

Lucifer: Indeed. Willing to join for the next round?

Michael: [shrugs]

Rosaria: It does seem fun!

Michael: Hon-

Rosaria: Hm? I mean look at them! They're having fun and I think we should too ^^

Michael: I think it'd take a long time for them to actually finish considering how competitive they are.

Rosaria: That's true [laughs slightly] it's so refreshing to watch it though^^

Suddenly they all hear a rumble outside. Turns out today is raining, lucky for them that they're not going anywhere and are just staying in.

Beel: Oh? It's raining.

Belphie: It is. Quite a strong thunder as well

Haruka: Probably just Thor passing by.

Asmo: Or Zeus, finding another target to put his lust on~

Simeon: Asmo, I'm this close to drench you in holy water-

Asmo: Hey! I'm the avatar of lust! These kinds of things are obviously my thing!

Simeon: Sure it is, but Luke is literally over there!

Luke obviously has 0 idea what Asmo is talking about nor is he even listening so Luke isn't that bothered.

Haruka: Uh...everyone! Back to the game!

Finally, after a few minutes, Levi came out as the second runner up causing another groan of frustration coming from Belphie. Of course, he can still defeat Haruka and Solomon but now defeating Haruka would be difficult since she has 3 cards but defeating Solomon... now that's one thing he's after!

Beel: Go Belphie! Defeat him!!

Solomon: Babe, why aren't you rooting for me?!

Asmo: I'm obviously trying to survive myself!

Mammon: Can't yall just have mercy on me?!

Asmo, Solomon, and Belphie: No!

Levi: When Ichigo said Uno is fun to watch, she is 1000% correct!

Haruka: Complete agreement, 1000%

They all watch the bottom four play until Belphie appears to be a winner against all four of them.

Belphie: Finally! I defeated one human! [laughs evily]

Mammon: Can't you at least have mercy on me?! I'm your older brother!

Belphie: no^^

Asmo: Definitely a no^^

With that, Mammon lost the game. Asmo and Solomon of course won against him but still lost to the others nonetheless.

Asmo: Well that was fun^^

Solomon: It is.

Mammon: [sobs in I lost] Man why are you all so competitive-

Satan: It's a game. Losing and winning is normal^^

Ichigo: As he said ^^

So, the whole day is spent hanging out in Lucifer's mansion. Playing here and there or just talking. Now, this comes to Ichigo and Satan. Ichigo needs to get things straight with this rage of a demon. She was of course relief that there's no tension between Satan and Beel anymore but she needs to put him in place so here they are in the library. Of course, Ichigo told Beel, luckily Beel let her so here she is in the library talking to Satan.

Ichigo: We can still be friends. I just don't feel that way about you.

Satan: Yeah, I know.

Ichigo: Oh come on, you're turning cold again. Just focus on healing yourself okay? [pats his shoulder] I'm sure if you healed completely everything will turn normal.

Satan: I suppose...

Ichigo: and stop being an ice prince towards Haruka. I know she left you for Simeon and all, but you have 0 feelings for her right?

Satan: Well romantically no. But it still grills my pride seeing her with someone else furthermore an angel when I'm clearly trying my best to be better.

Ichigo: I know.... you're actually a good demon, Satan. I'm sure you'll find your love soon. But for now please heal yourself. I don't want you to have more drama in your life okay?^^

Satan: Then...we're friends?

Ichigo: We are^^ [handshakes with Satan]

Satan: You're still helping me with those pranks right?

Ichigo: Of course! What kind of friend am I if I'm not helping you?!

Satan: Yeah, let's start working on it! >:D

Ichigo: >:D mwahahahaha-

Satan: I've taught you well^^ [pats her head]

Ichigo: Perhaps I'm slowly turning into a gremlin, like you^^

Satan: Hey! :(

The next day, everything returns to normal. Satan surprisingly turned friendly in just one night. Everyone is surprised by this, especially Simeon. He doesn't mean to think of the worse because he's not supposed to but due to recent events.... he starts to think so about him.

Haruka: Are you sure it's not because he has bad intentions?

Simeon: I hope that's not the case. I'm sure Ichigo has talk things out to him.

Haruka: ...well true

Michael: Now, now^^ I'm sure he's trying his best to change. Having negative thoughts on this would just make his effort useless right?

Simeon: That's true.... [sees Satan just having fun creating more pranks with Belphie]

Haruka: I'll try talking to him....just trying

Simeon: Be careful!

Haruka: Of course^^

So Haruka walks towards him as Belphie and Satan are practicing another hex to prank Lucifer.

Haruka: Hey, Satan, Belphie what are you two doing?

Satan: Just practicing another hex to prank Lucifer. Is there something you need? ^^

Haruka: Oh just curious. You two need to tone it down with the pranks though, we don't want more trouble don't we?

Belphie: it's just Lucifer. What's the worse that could happen?

Haruka: ...hangged by the chandelier....?

Belphie: I can sleep upside down, that won't bother me much.

Haruka: Oh well.... :]

After saying that, Haruka returns to Simeon to tell him what happened. Simeon is of course glad that Satan is changing for the better good or at least good in demon standard. Let's hope this lasts and there won't be any romantic problems.

#obeymefanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon #roleplaybased #mymc

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ruewrites · 3 years

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We’re Blooming Together Chapter 11: A New Beginning

AO3

Ships: Solomon/Asmo

Word Count: 5254

Warnings: None

Chapter 1-Chapter 2-Chapter 3-Chapter 4-Chapter 5-Chapter 6-Chapter 7-Chapter 8-Chapter 9-Chapter 10-Chapter 11-Chapter 12

It was a chilly night, the trees were bare and a few brown leaves still scurried across the sidewalk. Winter was starting to call, and cleaning up what little mess fall had left behind. Time had passed and Asmo hadn’t realized. Time had become irrelevant. Between the notes from Secret and his time spent with Solomon and going through the motions of his classes everything just seemed to flow together. The sky was clear and the moon was full, shining down on him like a beacon as his heels clicked against the sidewalk. The stars twinkled in the sky like little diamonds. It was a rather romantic night, the world around him seemed silent.

Asmo slowly walked through the dark playground. The old gates creaked as they opened. He came here alone, steeling himself for whatever outcome was about to await him. Keeping his breathing even and his heartbeat steady had never been so hard in all of his life. He remembered it being much more shiny and new than it was now… How long had it been since he’s been here? Paint was chipping off a once emerald green slide, revealing the dirtied white plastic underneath, and rust clung to monkey bars and chains of swings.

Things changed.

This wasn’t news to Asmodeus, but the feeling it left in his stomach was a strange one. Not quite empty but it didn’t quite reach longing either. It was odd, like being a ghost among memories. Even if things looked different now, he could still picture the way they were when he was a child.

But he wasn’t alone.

A man sat on the swings in the distance, A steady, rhythmic creaking followed his movements.

Back and Forth.

His eyes were trained on the ground, unmoving.

Asmo felt his heart stop, and jump up into his throat. His cheeks started to darken. He recognized the figure, he would have recognized him anywhere. Even though everything else around him stopped his legs kept him moving forward to the swings. Even now he was afraid to get his hopes up, and yet his heart was ready to leap out of his chest with joy. The chains rattled as he took a seat.

Despite years of wear and tear and looking like it could fall apart at any moment, it still stood strong. It had withstood years of harsh weather and unforgiving winds and people who purposely tried to add dents or break it down. Yet it was still here. It didn’t look the same as when it was first built, but now it also held memories beneath a rough exterior.

Back and Forth.

“Solomon?” Asmo’s voice was soft, almost like he was afraid of something.

Solomon stopped, his hands tightened around the chains for a moment. He swallowed the lump in his throat and took in the crisp night air, “Asmodeus.”

“You-?”

“Me.”

“But I- I thought that you-”

“What? That I didn’t like you?” Solomon chuckled, “You never asked Asmodeus.”

Asmo’s face turned even pinker. Of course he’d never asked. He’d assumed Solomon’s feelings because it was safer to assume rejection. “Well you didn’t ask either! And what was I supposed to do? Risk losing my best friend? Risk one of the most important people in my life? Especially when I didn’t even know… know if you….”

“I saw your partners, I’m not blind. They were all beautiful, I didn’t really think I was like them,” Solomon looked like he was getting nervous. He was playing with the rusty chains of the swing and his eyes turned back towards the ground. “Is this your way of saying you don’t want to?”

“No.”

Asmo was scared his words came out too fast at first, “No, I never said that.”

Silence.

Back and Forth.

Solomon saw Asmodeus stand out of the corner of his eye and nodded to himself. He really shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up. He prepared himself for this. Especially after Friday night. He’d been so off, and Solomon had made one stupid mistake. He didn’t know why his drunken self thought that woman had wanted nothing more than a dance. Maybe it was because all he would think about was Asmodeus. He’d looked so wonderful, better than any words could describe. Solomon felt his fingers twitch every time he brushed up against him. And he had been so warm. Asmodeus was always warm. It was an incredibly wonderful feeling. Solomon honestly thought he might have kissed him that night if things had gone differently. Asmodeus was special, and he deserved someone just as wonderful as he was. Solomon wasn’t-

Asmo took his hand and tugged him away from the swing. Solomon was shocked and just stood there for a moment. He was adorable, beautiful, beyond what words could describe. And he had him. Asmodeus opened and closed his mouth a few times, searching for words he couldn’t find. They came closer together. Solomon’s hands on his hips, Asmodeus laying his arms over his shoulders.

Years of dreaming could even begin to describe how Solomon’s lips felt against his or how wonderful it would feel to have his hands gently caress his body.

Asmo had been overwhelmingly underprepared for how this would feel.

Near the end of their kiss, Asmo couldn’t help but start laughing. He didn’t realize the tears falling from his eyes until Solomon’s thumb brushed against his cheek. “What?” Solomon asked softly.

Asmo shook his head, “This… All of this is so… So stupid. All this time, I thought you didn’t like me…” He leaned in and kissed Solomon again. He pulled back only slightly, their lips barely brushing, “I thought you couldn’t like me like that.”

"Well, I can, and I will if you don't mind me doing so."

He thought that Solomon couldn’t have possibly pulled him closer, kissing him until he was gasping for air, hands exploring his body almost hesitantly. Asmo did nothing but give him soft words of encouragement, their quiet laughter breaking the silence of the night. Asmodeus was blooming. Each petal grew and unfurled faster and more vibrant than the last. Vines curled around his arms drawing him closer to the source of his affections. They were tangling them together. Braiding, twisting, and turning until their roots were completely intertwined. Somehow, they ended up curled up together close to the old playset. Asmo was nestled comfortably in Solomon’s arms, head on his chest and listening to the soft thump of his heart. Solomon’s face was buried in strawberry blonde locks, and every now and again he’d deliver soft kisses to Asmo’s head. His hand was planted firmly on Asmo’s hip, thumb gently caressing his soft skin.

Asmo let out a soft sigh, “I’m afraid.”

Solomon removed his chin from Asmo’s head and looked down at him curiously, “Afraid of what?”

“That this is all a dream,” he murmured, “That I’ll wake up tomorrow, without you, alone in my bed. That I’ll still have all your unanswered text messages waiting for me to open. All the missed calls… That I’ll be without you again, that I’ll still be left wondering alone in my room.”

“It isn’t a dream, unless we’re dreaming together,” Solomon said.

“I want to stay the night with you,” Asmo blurted out, “Please? Just so I know that it’s all real. I want you to hold me until morning. I want-”

He was stopped by another kiss from Solomon. His lashes fluttered for a moment. There was no way this could be a dream. If it was, he wanted to stay here for the rest of his life. Solomon’s hands were cold and left goosebumps all over his body, but Asmo didn’t mind in the slightest. “I’ll stay with you. Wherever you want to go, I’ll go too,” Solomon whispered, inches away from his lips. Asmo loved the way he held him close, how his hands caressed him, comforting him.

“You mean it?” Asmo asked softly.

Solomon nodded and took one of Asmo’s hands to his lips, leaving a kiss against the soft skin, “I’d follow you to the ends of the earth if you’d asked me. I’d steal every star out of the sky for you if you wanted them. Anything you want, it’s yours.”

That was how Asmo ended up in Solomon’s arms that night. He was drowning again, but this time he wasn’t panicked. He was drowning in Solomon’s warmth, in the wonderful feeling in his chest. The smell of Solomon filled his senses once more as he held him close. They fit together so well. Asmo wasn’t sure how long they stayed up together. Hours ticked by as he played with Solomon’s finger tips under the covers and soft words were exchanged. Everytime Solomon pressed a kiss to his forehead Asmo felt a little shiver run through him and his smile grew a little wider. He just wanted to stay like this forever with his body close to Solomon’s. Every time he thought he was going to drift off, another surge of energy ran through him and he was thrown back into a fit of giggles and light conversation with Solomon. Asmo couldn’t even comprehend how happy he was. This was beyond beautiful, beyond perfect. It was everything Asmo had ever wanted to feel and more.

Solomon was magical, in more ways than Asmo could have imagined.

*********

To say that Asmo had caused a commotion amongst his brothers would be an understatement. One of them had come up to check on him after he missed breakfast, only to see Solomon’s messy mop of silver hair rise from his bed. This wouldn’t have been cause for commotion under normal circumstances. However, the two of them had been tangled up together in the same position they’d fallen asleep in. Well, if Asmo could be certain about anything, it was that his night before with Solomon hadn’t been a dream.

All hell broke loose within the Morningstar estate that morning.

Aside from that, Asmo managed to learn a few of Solomon’s tricks. The first one was Simeon. Apparently Simeon knew about Solomon’s little crush and was also the reason that Asmo couldn’t recognize the penmanship of the letters. Simeon had stunning handwriting and a collection of pretty pens. All of the letters outside of the last one, hand been written versions of Solomon’s words by Simeon. Solomon came up with it, and Simeon helped make it prettier. That and Solomon knew that Asmo would recognize his handwriting. Apparently, Simeon had thought their story was cute, and had been willing to help Solomon. Well. That and according to Simeon Solomon had the most lovesick puppy dog expression on his face whenever he thought Asmo wasn’t looking.

“He was hopeless,” Simeon claimed, “You should have heard the way his voice tripped over the words, or how sappy he sounded when he would get lost in his descriptions. Every letter had to be perfect.” Of course Asmo had heard these things when Solomon wasn’t in the room. After all, he couldn’t embarrass his darling like that… or maybe he could, but that would be for another time.

Apparently, Solomon had also been practicing in order to slip the notes without Asmo knowing. Asmo had to concede at this point, Solomon’s magic tricks had come in handy for him. Solomon had had the cutest little smug smirk on his face when Asmo finally said so.

Asmo yanked Solomon’s hoodie over his head and looked at himself in the mirror. For a moment he hesitated. He could always go with something a little nicer… He debated with himself, going back and forth between his options, eyes darting towards his closet. He could go all out instead of wearing the hoodie. Slowly he pulled his gaze away from his closet and nodded at himself in the mirror. This was good, this would be good. He took another moment to do last minute touch ups on his hair and makeup before heading downstairs at the sound of Cerberus’ barking, grabbing another jacket on the way down.

Solomon was kneeling on the ground, stroking Cerberus’ head and looking up to talk to Lucifer who was leaning against the doorway. The dog kept squirming and quickly walking around in circles while giving Solomon every possible hello he could think of. Asmo wasn’t exactly what they were talking about, but the sound of Solomon’s laugh made his heart flutter. Oh he looked wonderful…

Adjusting his bag over his shoulder, Asmo continued his way down the staircase and caught Solomon’s eye. The distraction was what Cerberus needed in order to knock Solomon over and lick his face, tail wagging behind him like a hurricane.

“Cerberus, down,” Lucifer chuckled, Asmo racing over to yank the dog off of his new boyfriend. Solomon sat up looking a little dazed, he leaned over to check something in his own back before straightening himself out and getting to his feet. He wiped his face off before pressing a small kiss against Asmo’s forehead. Cerberus continued to squirm at Lucifer’s feet for a few moments before settling down.

Solomon pulled back slightly and his hand moved to brush a bit of hair out of Asmo’s face. Despite Lucifer standing close by, Asmo leaned into his touch ever so slightly. Nothing had ever felt this right to him before. No person had ever felt so perfect for him before. “Are you ready to head out?” Solomon asked, letting his thumb run over Asmo’s cheek. With a nod he took Solomon’s arm and was about to head out the door.

“Let me know when you’ll be home. Try not to stay out too late,” Lucifer said, eyes trained on the pair.

Asmo giggled and waved, “I’ll try.”

Of course, if he was having fun, he certainly wouldn’t want to end it anytime soon. Why should he cut his time with Solomon short? Honestly, they’d fallen into a couple’s routine quite easily. Perhaps it was the idea that they’d had a rather stable relationship before, but whatever the reason Asmo enjoyed it. He hoped he could keep it this way too.

The crisp, cold air bit at Asmo’s cheeks and nose, turning them the tinting them red ever so slightly. He huddled closer to Solomon’s arm a little closer. Solomon’s eyes glanced towards him, eyes settling on the hoodie peeking out from his jacket. Asmo felt himself grow fidgety. Did he like it? Was he upset Asmo hadn’t dressed nicer? Would he pull away from Asmo? Refuse to touch him?

“You’re wearing my hoodie,” Solomon finally said.

“Yes,” Asmo said, fidgeting with Solomon’s sleeve, “Do you like it?”

Is it okay?

Solomon hummed and removed his arm from Asmo’s grip. He felt his throat tighten, but before he had time to even dive into a pit or regrets and failure, the arm slipped around his waist and pulled him closer into Solomon’s side. “It’s adorable. It looks good on you. I like it one you better than me,” Solomon smiled. Honestly, to Asmo it sounded like he was stumbling over his words a bit, but he didn’t mind. Asmo was too busy processing the feelings in his chest. He leaned into him closer as they walked down the street, everyone else around them slowly disappearing. They didn’t matter, not when Asmo’s entire world was holding him so close.

“Sorry, if I startled you. I uh- wanted to do this earlier, but I’m pretty sure your brother just threatened me before you came downstairs,” he chuckled, motioning towards his arm around Asmo’s waist, “But that’s to be expected of Lucifer right? I was a little surprised he didn’t say more to me.”

Asmo’s body eased, a smile finding its way to his face, “Well, he does know you, it’s not like you’re a complete stranger.”

“That doesn’t mean he cares about you any less.”

“I suppose that’s true. Maybe it’s because you already came to him about me.”

He could only imagine Solomon standing in the lobby with Barbatos waiting for Lucifer. Fingers playing with the edge of the envelope. Of course Lucifer wouldn’t have just agreed to give Asmo the letter. He’d known Solomon since he and Asmo were kids, he knew how close they were. Of course he wanted to make sense of the entire situation. Asmo was now sure that Lucifer knew something was up with how he and his brothers were acting, and once Solomon spilled everything from his side it had all clicked together for him. Lucifer had known about the letters before Asmo even pulled them out of their hiding spot. Even if no one said anything about it, Asmo was sure Lucifer would have grilled Solomon right there if it hadn’t been for Diavolo finding the whole ordeal quite adorable.

“I wouldn’t let him do anything to you regardless,” Asmo teased, looking up at Solomon. It was true. Asmo wouldn’t let any of his brothers even touch Solomon.

When Asmo glanced up at Solomon, he noticed he had his hair pinned back. His eyes widened. He’d been so concerned with what Solomon would think of his attire, of him, that he hadn’t noticed he pinned his bangs back. “Your hair,” he started, “You pinned it back.”

Solomon nodded, reaching up with his free hand to run over the pulled back strands. “You mentioned that you liked it like this. So I figured I’d try and do it.”

All because Asmo liked it.

Asmo stared at him for a moment, head tilting every which way. Eventually he let out a small hum. “Well, it is true that I like your bangs back so I can see your incredibly handsome face, and that I think it’s really hot for you,” he said, reached up to put Solomon’s hair back into its normal position on his forehead, “I like this too, maybe even better. It's more you.”

The blush that spread across Solomon’s face was hard to miss, and Asmo couldn’t help but admire it. It was also rather adorable how he tried to hide it behind his free arm. Oh he was so wonderful. It would have been a crime if Asmo hadn’t kissed his cheek right then.

Eventually they came to a little coffee shop on the corner where the couple tucked themselves away in a corner on the second floor. Solomon dug around in his bag as Asmo slipped his jacket off and buried himself further into Solomon’s hoodie. He really did love it, maybe he could get Solomon to spray his cologne on it every now and again, or he could wear it when he spent the night…. Or he could always take more of Solomon’s clothes.

“Ah! It’s okay,” Solomon said, making Asmo peak up from his comfortable spot in the hoodie. Solomon pulled out a bundle of bright yellow flowers from his bag. They were in full bloom and vibrant despite the harsh weather. “I was worried they’d get ruined. I think they’re the same ones you liked when we were kids, I had to contact Ash just to make sure. They even knew a little shop that had a green house that grew them.”

Asmo took them with gentle hands, fingers gently grazing over the soft petals. They took him back to their younger days. “You used to pick flowers for me all the time,” he said softly, “They used to grow these all the time at that little ol’ playground.”

“Flowers always made you smile.”

Asmo carefully set the flowers in his bag before setting his hands on the table. Solomon’s hands quickly engulfed his own and held them tight. “I love them, thank you.”

The feeling of Solomon’s thumbs caressing his hands was a soothing one. He liked the way their hands molded together perfectly no matter how they were holding hands.

“I was actually thinking about getting another tattoo too.”

Asmo couldn’t help but snort a little, “Where would you even put it? You’re covered!”

“Well, I have a few spaces and I think I’m gonna let you choose,” Solomon took one of his hands back so that he could sip at his coffee, “I want this one to be yours. Like one dedicated to you and everything. I was also hoping you might design it. That way it would be special.”

“Solomon.”

“What? I’m serious.”

“I know and that’s what-” Asmo took in a deep breath, thinking through what he wanted to say next, “That’s what worries me. Solomon we haven’t even been dating all that long, and you already want to do something like that? What if-”

It made Asmo a little worried. He wanted this to last with Solomon for as long as possible.

“No what if’s,” Solomon tutted, “It’s something I want to do.”

“We haven’t even been together that long.”

“But we’ve known each other for a long time now haven’t we?”

Asmo bit his lip and looked off to the side. It was rather sweet, and Solomon was right. They’d known each other for years now, but they’d just started dating. Then he felt Solomon start playing with his fingers. Gently gliding over top of them, sliding in between them, and squeezing them ever so gently. Just like that, he was drawn back to the now. He loved Solomon, and Solomon felt the same way about him.

“Hey,” Solomon’s voice was gentle, bringing Asmo’s eyes back to his own, “I won’t do it if it’ll make you uncomfortable. If you don’t want me to do it I won’t,I just thought it’d be a nice reminder of you, no matter what happens.”

Asmo thought it over for a few more moments, then a small chuckle left him, “Well, it’ll take me awhile to come up with a design or two for you. By then you should be able to see if you still want to be with me or not.”

That last part was more of a joke than anything, and Solomon couldn’t help but scoff, “Please. As if I’d change my mind. I’ve known you since we were kids Asmodeus, I know you, and I love everything you are. I thought I made that clear in my letters. Perhaps I was wrong.”

“Solomon-”

“Perhaps I should say it more? Text you when I can’t see you? I’ll say it as many times as you need me to and then more Asmodeus. You’re absolutely stunning in every way. I love your passion and how you hold yourself and-”

Asmo put his finger up to Solomon’s lips. The words spoken weren’t as elegant as the ones written on paper, but he didn’t mind. He always knew Solomon was a man of few words, and hearing him gush would always be a treat. It also let Asmo know that he meant every word. Solomon’s face had also become red once more as he started going through his list, and his smile had become so soft. Asmo couldn’t believe how much more in love he could fall. Every time he thought he was at his peak, Solomon brought him even higher.

It was wonderful to have a partner like Solomon.

“I love hearing your words, they’re beautiful, you’re intelligent, and you’re the most wonderful man I could have ever asked for,” he said, “But if you keep talking like that, I am not going to be able to keep myself away from that handsome face of yours.” He brought his hand back to his side to grab his cup. This date was hardly different from any other time he and Solomon had hung out, yet it was vastly different from other dates he’d been on in the past.

It was simple, and sweet, and cliche. And somehow it was one of the best dates Asmo had ever been on. Why did it have to end? Why would he have to go home? Why not spend as much time with Solomon as he possibly could? This was the first time in a long time Asmo genuinely wanted to hang out with his date in a long time. Maybe it was because he and Solomon already had chemistry, but he didn’t care. He loved Solomon and everything he was.

“How can I keep my words from you when they’re true?” Solomon asked. He lifted Asmo’s hand up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss against them.

“Well I guess you don’t have to stop,” Asmo giggled, “I mean, Lucifer did say that all I had to do was text him when I was going to come home.”

Solomon raised his brow and tilted his head ever so slightly, “Hm? And what does that have to do with right now?”

“Well, no one said I had to come home tonight.”

“Asmodeus-”

“And then you can compliment me for as long as you want.”

“Don’t you need things from your house?”

“You don’t think I packed them already?”

Asmo gestured towards his bag and Solomon couldn’t help but chuckle, “Why am I not surprised.”

Solomon’s eyes flickered, and for the first time, Asmo thought he saw flecks of gold in those beautiful eyes. Perhaps it was because he was finally allowing himself to become lost within them and really study them. Asmo could spend years lost in those eyes. There was so much behind them, and Asmo wanted to take time to unwrap every little gift they held.

“Waking up next to you is a feeling I enjoy, you know,” Solomon continued, “The bed isn’t as cold when you’re in it, and your presence is so comforting. I sleep well when I’m with you.”

“Mhm, because I make you go to bed so you can’t stay up until the early hours of the morning.”

“Alright I’ll concede on that front.”

Solomon’s sleeping schedule was atrocious. Sure Asmo’s wasn’t the best due to college, but Solomon’s genuinely had him worried for his health sometimes. Now, with the boyfriend title, Asmo could finally convince him to go to bed without much fuss. Honestly it was something Solomon needed, and he’d fight tooth and nail to make sure his boyfriend was getting the sleep he needed even if said boyfriend wasn’t always the easiest to convince.

“If I stay the night, I could make breakfast in the morning.”

“Shouldn’t I make breakfast for you since you’re my guest?”

“Solomon I once witnessed you light eggs on fire. I don’t really want to take my chances.”

So cooking wasn’t one of his strong suits, but Asmo didn’t mind. He and his brothers had been switching on and off on kitchen duties for years. Cooking for one boyfriend compared to six brothers? That was nothing. It would also mean that Solomon would have left overs and not try to commit accidental arson. That didn’t mean that he would say no if Solomon offered to take him out, he just didn’t want him cooking.

Despite the fact that Solomon was rather cold most of the time, being close to him made Asmo feel warm both inside and out. The sun was still in the sky by the time they left the coffee shop and a snowfall was in the middle of its steady descent down to the earth below. Asmo tightened his jacket around himself he couldn’t help but glance at Solomon. When he did his breath caught in his throat and he immediately went for his phone to take a picture. The snow formed around his head in a perfect halo and made his silver hair sparkle. Solomon stopped and turned to look at him.

“You looked pretty,” Asmo said, looking down at the picture on his phone. There was a reason he had asked Solomon to be his model. Well, more than one reason anyways. Yes it was true he’d always had a crush on Solomon, whether he liked to admit it or not, but he was also attractive and looked really nice in pictures (when he wasn’t thinking too hard about it).

Solomon looked at their surroundings for a moment. The snow was starting to settle on the ground in a soft white blanket. Most areas were undisturbed still and the few footprints there were, were slowly covered by the falling snow. “We could take some pictures together if you wanted to. You might get some nice ones to post,” he said.

Oh and Asmo most certainly got some nice ones. Some of just him, some of Solomon, one of him right as Solomon nailing him with a snowball, both of them on the ground because Asmo had soon after tackled his boyfriend-

Asmo scrolled through them all as he was curled up on the couch with Solomon. He wanted to get a few printed out to hang on his wall along with posting them to his pages. A cheesy holiday romance was playing on the TV in front of them. The two of them always enjoyed making fun of the movies and how each one had the same plot as before. Although, there was the occasional one that would make Asmo’s heart swell. There were a few pictures of the two of them that Asmo couldn’t stop flipping between. A couple had stopped and asked if they wanted them to take some for them.

And those pictures had been wonderful.

There was one of them close together, Solomon’s hand on his hip and Asmo’s on Solomon’s chest.

One of their foreheads pressed together with their eyes just barely opened, which was quickly followed by one of Solomon kissing his forehead.

In each one, there was nothing but adoration in his eyes as the snow fell softly around them. It was all so gentle, so serene, so magical. And Asmo got to experience it. It made his throat tighten. Solomon was perfect for him, almost too perfect.

Asmo buried his head into the side of Solomon’s chest, making him turn his head and look down at him ever so slightly. “You alright? Do you need me to get you something?” he asked.

A small bubbly laugh escaped him for a moment, the one Solomon adored oh so much, and he shook his head. “Oh, no I don’t need anything,” he said softly, “I just love you. I love you Solomon.”

“I love you too.”

Asmo’s heart fluttered and he looked up. “Never leave, okay? Stay with me. Right here.”

“I wouldn’t dream of leaving you,” Solomon started, leaning over to peck at Asmo’s lips, “Not in a bajillion years.”

“Not even a hundred billion?”

Another peck.

“Not even then,” Solomon wrapped his arms around Asmo and held him close, and Asmo didn’t resist. He gave in to the warmth, the love, every feeling coursing through him in this moment right now. He couldn’t bring himself to deny these wonderful feelings any longer, and he had no reason to. Solomon was giving everything to him, everything Asmo had ever wanted. Everytime Solomon kissed him was better than anything Asmo had ever imagined, everything he said was utter euphoria, and every glance was a tiny piece of heaven. “I love you Asmodeus, and I always will. No matter what happens, I love you.”

And for the first time in a long time, Asmo believed it.

For the first time in a long time, Asmo didn’t need secrets.

For the first time in a long time, Asmo knew what it was to be adored.

For the first time in a long time, Asmo knew love.

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theotheroccassionalfanficwriter · 4 years

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The Antichrist Is a Perfectly Nice Human

Summary: Satan took one look at the human that was supposedly his spawn, the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, and Lord of Darkness and decided that you were an alright human.

Alternatively, the former Avatar of Wrath decided to screw over his successor by claiming to be him while up and about in the human world. Got a female human pregnant and had you, the Antichrist*, that had the Celestial Realm and Devildom panicking for an apocalypse that was scheduled way too early.

*not really but you were raised to be one

Tags: Good Omens AU, Sorta but not really, Comedy, Romance, Misunderstanding, Your Life is One Whole Gigantic Prank, First Love Mammon, End game Satan, non-binary reader because you get all the genders.

A/N: Sometimes I gotta write the content I want other people to write so I can read it ;w;

Chapters: 1/3

[Chapter 1: The Beginning of a Joke]

0. The Fool in Reverse

The Earth as a Gemini was a complete and total bastard as far as most people in the know was concerned. Most people in this case, referred to God and his Heavenly Host, and the majority of Devildom’s upper echelon. You, however, had no negative nor positive opinion on Earth based on its astrological sign. Based on inhabitants however...it was best left unsaid.

The story or perhaps the start of the problem began when Ira, the Former Avatar of Wrath, was not resigned to the fact that he would have to step down easily and hand over his Throne to some upstart demon. Thus this particular crafty, bastard, and fearless former Avatar of Wrath decided to play a harmless prank* by deciding to create a Cambion and have it masquerade as the Antichrist that was not meant to be born until eons later on.

(*it was a harmless prank by both angelic and demonic standards had anyone from their logistics department was not an overworked demon/angel and decided to launch an investigation instead of sending it directly to the higher-ups for them to decide on what to do)

Thus Ira, who was unfairly handsome, found a very willing and very enthusiastic Nun from the Holy Order of the Church of Satan in England, went and pretended to be Satan, the new Avatar of Wrath, had a very fun two month long vacation in the human world with the very willing and very enthusiastic Nun.

And thus nine months later, you were born. A perfectly healthy baby with pretty blue eyes. As Ira held you in his arms, he smiled gently and thanked the your Mother, the Nun for her contribution.

From that point on, your life became one whole prank to Heavenly Host and Devildom, however it mattered little to you who was born with a golden and diamond studded spoon on the mouth. You were, after all, much more interested on Sesame Street’s airtime.

1. The Magician

At the young and tender age of five, your Nanny Asmodeus was teaching you how to negotiate and get what you want. In the same vein, Brother Simeon, the Gardener was teaching you how to politely ask for what you want.

Both were adamant that you listen to them alone. Thus in the interest of fairness decided to do neither. And neither of them complained* when you told them of your decision and instead looked at you fondly and patted your head for a good job of being independent.

(*That was a lie, as the moment you were well asleep after Asmodeus’ nightly ritual of singing you to sleep, both had a very heated discussion in the Garden Shed with Solomon, your tutor, as a very happy spectator. It was the first time Solomon had seen Simeon quite angry)

Thus you slowly but skillfully learned how to be a leader, for the Army of Hell that you would lead as promised by Nanny Asmodeus, and learned how to make friends as Brother Simeon had said that all Great Leaders had friends they could trust. And so by the time you were 9, you were quite the charismatic child not only due to your upbringing but also the fact that you had inherited Ira’s charms.

And then you met Mammon, and all of their work went down the drain when you fell in love the first time.

2. The High Priestess in Reverse

Mammon had been curious to see what his younger brother’s supposed spawn was like. Thus he had decided to check you out and see how you were doing after being subtly influence by both realms in your formative years. Mammon had expected that you’d be a fascinating mix of cruelty and kindness, an oddity, and fairly attractive by human standards.

He had taken up the job of checking up on you as a pretense to fool around for most of the time and expected it to be an easy one.

None of his expectations were met except one; you were an oddity but you were not a fascinating mix of cruelty and kindness, and you were unfairly attractive by human standards.

Not of that mattered and paled in comparison by the fact that you had taken one look at him, professed your love, and invited him to your home. Thus he found himself living with you, in your large empty estate that only had your family servants and pets as your company.

“Mammon~ Do you want to go shopping in Dubai? Tokyo? or Las Vegas?” You asked him sweetly as you wrapped your arms on his biceps and pressed your chest on his arm*.

(*This was the result of all the years you've seen your Nanny Asmodeus jump Brother Simeon at all times of the day and how your Nanny Asmodeus would talk to Sir Solomon about your learning pace)

“Dubai!!” He quickly answered as he tried to gently pry you off him all the while battling with the heavy and scornful glares of your servants.

‘I’m innocent!’ He cried inside his mind and willed Lucifer to hear his desperate cries for relief.

His efforts were in vain. Lucifer did not hear his cries and neither was he able to pry you off. All he could do was mouth “Help!!!” to your servants as you stuck closer to him.

He cursed Asmodeus in his mind and swore to screw him over for his current predicament.

The servants happily did as he requested and even helped him get out of the place to ran back to his onii-sama and cry about what happened.*

(*Lucifer pretended that he wasn't despairing for his little brothers' stupidity but ever since the Antichrist appeared, it was getting harder to do so. He tried to look at the bright side that Mammon no longer caused more debts and ignored Mammon's cries of not being a cradle robber.)

Your first love was quick to blossom and quick to wilt. But your heart never forgot Mammon and you ended up dating a few guys like him before throwing them away after one week.

3. The Empress in Reverse

You had, from the moment you formed your first observation, understood that your Mother was not your Mother in the sense that most people had a Mother. She was just someone who gave birth to you, occasionally asked about your day and made small painful talk.

Nanny Asmodeus had been more of a Mother to you than her, and you had taken to emulate most of Nanny Asmodeus' habits* up until Nanny was fired after getting caught with Brother Simeon and Sir Solomon.

You had not understood why they were fired because you had instictively, like all children with an environment as messy as yours beneath the surface, understood that the three were more of a parental figure than the ones that gave birth to you.

Nanny Asmodeus was your Mom.

Brother Simeon and Sir Solomon were your Dads.

And you had told your Mother so, in a strange mix of your parents teachings, in the blunt and honest negotiation for them to stay. And you were confident, and stupidly brave for a child because no one had ever denied you of what you truly wanted because you were the Young Master and you negotiated well.

That had been the first and only time you failed a negotiation. It had also been the first and only time that you cried and begged, totally unbefitting for a Prince of Hell but you had loved the three of them in whatever a way a child groomed to be the antichrist could. It had been useless and you had moved on quickly.*

(*That was well crafted act. You had shed all pretense with your Mother and stopped bothering with her. The same went for the Man that claimed to be your Dad. You had carried and nursed a grudge and swore that when your Army from Hell arrived they would be the first one example of your might.)

It had been hard, at first, to adjust living in a house devoid of them three. You had grown used to the fact that all three of them had welcomed you at all times. That Nanny Asmodeus would teach you how to care for your hair and doll you up however you want, that Sir Solomon would not mind your endless questions and let you read whatever books that caught your fancy and let you dabble in magic, that Brother Simeon didn't mind you getting dirty and running around with stray animals that visited the gardens.

But you learned how to live with it. And somewhere between them leaving, your first heart break, and managing your publishing company, you had made your peace with the fact that you had no warm home.

4. The Emperor

Diavolo didn't know what to do with the knowledge that he had accidentally brought the Antichrist to Devildom via his Exchange Student Program. Or the fact that you had just met your absentee father Satan. Or the fact that you had immediately demanded your Army after learning that this was Hell.

He wanted to go down to the Castle's basement and duel his old man. He just knew that this was just that bastard father of his plan to make his way to the throne harder.

"Hey! Don't ignore me the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies,Spawn of Satan and Lord of Darkness!" You angrily demanded.

On the side he saw Beelzebub choked on his food, Asmodeus sweating nervously, and Lucifer glare. But Satan's expression was the most interesting as the Avatar had paled greatly and looked pained. Diavolo smiled and said,

"Your army still isn't prepared so why don't you study here for a while?"

"Hah? I'm already making money! Instead of studying why don't you just let me run a business?"

Diavolo took a look at Asmodeus and wondered whose influence was this*.

(*It was Solomon's and Mammon's but no one made that connection and chalked it up to spoiled upbringing.)

Diavolo knew when to retreat so he granted you your request and found yourself investing in a fashion magazine and secretly playing around with Devildom's stock market with Mammon by your side who had forgotten all past trauma* with your generous spending on him.

(*When you were back on your room and sleeping he had ran to Lucifer and cried about all the scornful accusations of laying his hand on his own niece. Lucifer compensated him with Goldie and decided to break out his 1600 Demonus Bottle)

You happily dreamed about Mammon and ignored the demon that had the same name as your absentee Father.

5. The Hierophant in Reverse

Ira had always known that he was not the best father considering that he was absent on your daily life and the fact that he made you because of a long prank he was playing on his successor. It hadn’t fazed him at all that you grew colder and more distant towards him and your birth mother after Asmodeus, Solomon, and that angel Simeon had to be fired.

He understood that part of you very well since you had inherited that from him. You had somehow managed to inherit all of his strengths and he was proud of that. Though he did wish you hadn't inherited your birth mother's tendency to love deeply. Love had no place in a demon's heart after all.

And he had told this to you once, long ago when your eyes had shined bright with all the youthful innocence human children had. And like true child of his, you had ignored him.

He had let you off that time.

Not this time though. You, for some Goddamned in explicable reason, were in Devildom. Hanging out with the still wet behind his ears Avatar of Greed, and the pathetic excuse for an Avatar of Gluttony. He could feel his wrath bubbling up at the way you were doting upon the two.

He had angrily left and decided to visit his Demon King.

He didn’t like the way you were looking at that scum Mammon*.On the other side of the street, inside Cat’s Eye Cafe, was Satan who had seen all of this and knew that something was amiss with this whole Antichrist business and his supposed child that he never remembered fathering.

(* Ira, by demonic virtue, loathed all the New Generation of the Avatars by virtue of being associated with that upstart son of his King. Mammon getting the attention of his child however brought him to all new emotional plateau in the levels of Wrath and he did not like it one bit.)

6. The Lovers, and then in Reverse

You had found it fascinating, how the demon who shared the same name as your absentee father, looked pained whenever you talked to him. It was really amusing seeing him hold back in maiming you for yanking his metaphorical tail whenever opportunity struck. Lucifer had found it amusing and you had taken it as non-verbal agreement to carry on*.

(*Lucifer was amused by your stupidity of provoking Satan with his apparent slip-up. Not at the fact that Satan always had a pained looked at his face when talking to you.)

And then you saw him playing with cats, and you decided that he was someone you wanted to be friends with. You had told Nanny Asmodeus as much and he had replied,

“Oh Darling~, Are you sure?”

And even if you knew that there was something off with his question, you had knew what you wanted,

“Yep.”

And your Nanny Asmodeus had promised to help you out in your grand quest of befriending Satan.*

(*The moment you went to sleep, he made his way to Purgatory Hall, magicked bottles of Demonus and fucking drank with the other two as he cried about how you were too kind to give his shit brother another chance, and then cried about how fast his baby had grown, and then proceeded to attempt fighting Satan while crying and shit faced drunk.)

Meanwhile, The Demon King in the Basement, was having the time of his life as he watched the gathering of his Avatars all of which were acting like Quetzalcoatl that lost their heads over the Antichrist for entirely different reasons. He glanced at Lucrum, his Avatar of Greed, who was ranting about how the Antichrist was playing around with Devildom’s stock market and economy and teaching what he failed to get Mammon to understand.

He smiled and turned an amused brow at Ira wondering how he was handling the mess he had made. He knew that as the Devil King, he could easily put a stop at this mess but seeing how even the Bastard Upstairs was running around like a headless Quetzalcoatl he decided not to. This would be a good learning lesson for everyone after all. Even if the prank would end in failure sooner or later.

7. The Chariot

Somehow without you noticing it, you had formed pacts with 4 demons. All of which were your Father’s colleague and your uncles. Which threw you off when you realize your pursuit of Mammon and cried at the unfairness of it all,

“Why are my Uncles so handsome and yet my Dad is like that!”

You ended up doing an informed* runaway and had a sleep over in Purgatory Hall with your Brother Simeon and Solomon, who was now your friend and mentor in all things.

(*You had politely asked Lucifer for permission to runaway, which threw him off his rhythm and made him agree, and once telling this to Brother Simeon, Solomon had laughed and cried about how good Simeon’s influence was in curbing demonic influences.)

Which somehow made its way back to your Shitty Bastard Father, Satan, who was standing in front of you, hair a pretentiously messed up, and clothes also pretentiously disheveled.

“Oh? You decided to talk to me?” You challenged, fueled by the fact that Solomon, Nanny Asmo, and Brother Simeon was behind you.

“Can’t Daddy, check on his precious child?”

“Get lost, Satan.”

And from behind you, Asmodeus mouthed, “What?!?”

Because he was quite sure that the one who stood in the door way was not his brother Satan the Avatar of Wrath, but Ira, the dethroned Avatar of Wrath.

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Chapter Two: Fifteen

3. The Dream

But when Tony sat upon the bed Peter pulled back a little, startled by a shiver of fear. He hadn’t noticed, up until that moment, what his friend had been wearing, and found himself unnerved at the sight. There was nothing frightening about the shirt itself, it was ivory white, the same color as the roses (the same color as the bedcover) with billowing sleeves and a frilly collar that was currently open, exposing his pale white chest. Peter couldn’t say why he was suddenly afraid. Only that Tony had reminded him of something just now, something that had made him very nervous…

“They all have one motion; all jointly move from east to west in twenty-four hours upon the poles of the world. Or so the wise men said. But the wisest of men spoke in freshmen’s suppositions -- none were so wise as Master Peter. Lie beside me and tell me more. Hath every sphere a dominion? An intelligentia?”

Peter stood, silently. This was a bad dream, only Peter couldn’t remember exactly why. Something about the shirt that Tony was wearing. Something about the windows in the stone wall that looked out onto the nightsky, because this castle was on a terrible precipice, and if he were to look out of those windows he’d be looking down at a sea of green tree tops with silver threads where the rivers ran through the forest… they ran across the forest… it was across the forest that was the problem, he was sure of it.

“Be brave, Peter.” Tony was whispered again. And when Peter looked into Tony’s dark eyes, he knew that he could.

Or at least he would try.

He wasn’t sure he would succeed, but when he looked into Tony’s eyes, he also knew he couldn’t say ‘no.’

But it didn’t comfort him at all to find, as he toed off his shoes before climbing onto the bed, that he was wearing the exact same outfit as Tony; tight black pants and a billowing white shirt and a collar that was opening up, exposing his throat, his shoulder, his chest. He was trying to remember why that was a bad thing even as Tony pulled him into strong, solid arms. He leaned his head to rest on Tony’s shoulder, taking a deep breath, trying to stay calm. Tony smelled of burned incense and warm earth. He tried to be brave.

Then Anthony slipped one hand into the open collar of his shirt and Peter gasped in surprise.

“No! This is a bad dream! We’re in Transylvania! This is Castle Dracula, Tony look!” He grabbed the man by shoulders in terror, his heart pounding in his chest, his head jerking around frantically, taking it all in. Oh course… it was all so obvious. The tall black windows. The battlements, jagged against the sky. The many shadows.

“I know this dream, I’ve had this dream before, this is going turn into a nightmare and I’m going to lose you.” He buried his head in Tony’s embrace, afraid to look around the room anymore, knowing he would see something terrible. Somewhere very close he could feel it, the much younger boy that had stayed up passed his bedtime reading that book until VERY late at night alone in his house, afraid to shut the book, afraid to close his eyes, afraid to move from that spot until Aunt May and Uncle Ben returned.

But Tony’s arms were solid and unmoving. He held Peter against chest and murmured to him, stroking his hair and arguing with him gently. “Hold to me Peter. Hold fast. Hold close. Stay with me. I conjure Master Peter and do not release him. Fear not, Master Peter, but be resolute. By the uttermost magic I bind you to me…”

“But that’s not real,” Peter scolded. “That’s not even in Dracula. Even if it were real in this dream it won’t stay real for long. Because dreams turn into… I told you Tony…”

“Look to me, look to me,” Tony crooned, stroking Peter’s back with strong hands, finally resting his head against Peter’s hair, shushing him, almost rocking him, until he allowed himself to be gentled. Peter leaned into the warm embrace. It was a wonderful feeling. Even if this moment faded into something else, it was a moment he would remember.

“Whatever you want to tell me, tell me quick. I can’t make it last. Please Tony.”

Tony lay his mouth against Peter’s ear, scraping his beard across Peter’s cheek. Peter shivered at the touch.

“You need not fear. I am the master of this place. We can speak, dispute, have discourse one with another here. We spoke so little in the dreams when you first called unto me, for then I was so weak, and you were a magician unskilled. Do you not see that we are stronger now?”

“I’m not a magician at all,” Peter whispered. He wiggled a little and Tony loosened his arm a little, looking down into Peter’s face.

“But you are the Master Doctor, master of all arts, the one who named me. Who feeds me his light, but does not know of it. I will instruct you now.”

He guided Peter into a sitting position (Peter had been laying back in Tony’s arm, looking up at his face, thinking that he was wrong, this was in fact the best dream in the world) and looked closely into his face.

“Do you fear?”

Peter thought for a moment, then shook his head.

“I must feed of your light. ‘Light’ is not a fit word. Likewise is not ‘feed’ the fit word.” Gently he scraped the pad of his thumb across Peter’s lips. “There are no fit words.”

“But I can show you…”

Gently Tony slipped a hand into Peter’s open-necked shirt and moved it aside and, just as gently, pulled Peter against his chest. Breathing against Peter’s throat for just an instant, he covered the pulsing vein with his mouth and began to suck. Peter’s heart pounded against Tony’s chest. He tried to remember to breathe.

Soon then were laying together on the bed, Tony moaning and stroking Peter’s back with strong hands. His back, his waist, sometimes down the sides of his legs. Peter clung to him, trying not to moan as well. Sometimes he would push Tony away and Tony would always comply, (eventually) laying back against the white pillow, panting. At those times Peter’s hand would fly to his shoulder to look for blood, but he never found it. Sometimes Tony’s mouth seemed to be wine-stained, sometimes it seemed to Peter that there were wine-stains too, upon his shirt, upon his fingertips, but at other times there were none. Sometimes Peter’s head spun, sometimes he feared he would fall asleep (but he was asleep. Could he fall asleep in a dream?) Then Tony would move toward him again, whimpering, nuzzling against his cheek, his nose, wordlessly asking for more. And every time, Peter obeyed.

Finally Tony pulled away, sated. He stroked Peter’s hair and thanked him repeatedly, touching their foreheads together and caressing his face.

“What that… have you… fed?”

“After a fashion. It is a dream of feeding. It gives me nourishment. In your bedroom, when night falls on the morrow, you will feed me again. You will make me strong.”

“And is this…” once again Peter reached up to finger the wet place on his neck, surprised once again that there was no wound there. “Is that ‘light?’”

“Your light made me strong enough to speak,” he said, tracing one finger over Peter’s lips. “Your light made me strong enough to touch your dreams. Your light gave me form enough to touch you. When you lay on your bed and wept tears, I fed from your loneliness. When you read your books that made you laugh, I fed from your joy.”

“But… that’s not ‘light.’ Loneliness and joy aren’t light. Those are feelings.”

“And when you sit on your bed and read to learn? And when you make your scholars drawings of plans and schemes of clever instruments? What is the fit word for this?”

“Is it… curiosity? Or… wait…” Peter pulled away from Tony’s touch enough to think. He turned his head and considered the old-fashioned words that he knew.

“Is it… passions?”

He moved back closer, please with himself. Tony seemed pleased too. He took Peter’s hands and wove their fingers as he spoke.

“If you were a painter, I would feed upon your light when your landscape was complete. If you did compose, I would feed upon your light as the ink dried upon your opus. If you were a sculptor, you would feed me when the statue stood completed in your studio. Not before, for fear you would never finish it.”

“But you learn, Peter. Daily. Hourly. You never finish. And you question. Even your questions feed me. I’ve never tasted the like.”

Peter lowered his eyes and tried not to grin. It wasn’t easy. He was sometimes praised for being ‘smart’ but he wasn’t often praised for learning constantly (and he certainly was NOT praised for constantly asking questions.) He hid his smile by moving his forehead closer to Tony’s chin.

“If… wait… if you are old enough to remember when scientists thought the sun revolved around the Earth, instead of the other way around… that was before the 1600’s. How old are you, Tony?”

Tony moved away enough to look into Peter’s eyes. He traced gentle fingers across his jaw, his lips, his chin. Peter moved his fingers to touch the line of Tony’s beard, but wasn’t brave enough to do more.

Then Tony pulled away completely and tucked one arm under his head, staring at the top of the canopy bed, contemplating. Finally he spoke.

“I was first conjured and tasked to vex the stylite Simeon the Elder before I killed him. I believe. Do you know the date of the death of Simeon the Elder?”

“No, but I can look it up in the library.”

“But here are spirits far older than I. I knew of a demon tasked by Eratosthenes to take messages Alexandria to Syene. He was a great deal older. It is hard to tell. When I am not fed I must sleep. When I sleep I forget.”

He turned back to Peter and gathered him up in his arms again. “You are the Scholar Peter, you will consult this vast library you travel to, the one so far away from your dwelling place…”

Peter snuggled in and described the tiny, disappointing library that he visited weekly in Devil’s Holler, and how he could only get his Uncle Bed to drive him to the slightly superior library in the next town over, and how all of them paled in comparison to the libraries he visited in New York City. As he spoke Tony’s hands began a delicious journey up and down his back, the back to his waist, then back to his back again.

Once, that hand rested in the small of his waist for a moment, then began moving further downward, causing Peter to gasp and jump a little. He couldn’t help it. He reached for the hand and squeezed it in apology.

Embarrassed, he started talking again. “But everything is better in New York City. The schools are better. The museums are better. There are more movie theaters. There aren’t even any museums here at all…” and so on.

They fell into silence and Peter felt himself dozing. It wasn’t a pleasant sensation. It made him feel that the dream was changing. He was hearing strange voices intoning solemn words outside the room. He jolted awake and looked up at Tony, to see if he had spoken, but Tony only smiled. Then his eyes drifted closed again.

When he jolted awake the second time Tony pulled him closer, rubbing his back through his shirt and calling his name. Peter’s hand flew to his neck… he had dreamed he was bleeding and staining the sheets… then grinned in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry. I keep thinking you really bit me.”

Tony smiled and took one hand in his. “Wherefore? I did not bite you the first time I fed from you,” he said with a wicked grin, lowering his mouth to Peter’s wrist and sucking gently at the pulse.

Peter was confused. “You… what?”

Tony moved a little and fished for Peter’s left hand, that had been laying between them. He pulled it gently to his face and touched Peter’s fourth finger.

“Do you know what this is, my scholar?”

“That’s my ring finger… Tony…” Peter scolded, scandalized when Tony fit the entire finger into his mouth and sucked on it vigorously, finally pulling it away from his lips in a gesture that felt slightly obscene.

“That finger carries the vein that leads directly to your heart, a perfect place to feed.”

“But it doesn’t really have a vein that… eww gross….” Peter giggled as Tony went down on his last two fingers, sucking on them. It felt ridiculous (but it felt something else, too. Something Peter didn’t really have a word for.)

“And yet I can feed this way. I need not hurt you. I did not hurt you when you fed me sorrow the first time, when Wagner did not come to your celebration.”

“What… what?” Peter pulled his hands away and sat up suddenly. “What are you talking about?”

Tony lay his head back on the white pillow and looked up sadly. “When your schoolfellow agreed to come to your celebration. You came to your room and told me all about the joy of it. But then the message came upon the telephone that he would not attend. His father conveyed the message to your Uncle. You wished to contact your other schoolmate in New York City in consolation, but your Uncle angered you when he said the cost was too dear. You came to your bed and cried, and then you came to the floor to speak to me. You gave me your tears. Then you gave me your hand,” he touched Peter’s left hand, but didn’t take it.

“Tony that doesn’t… no. That doesn’t make sense. I don’t know anyone named Wagner.”

Tony closed his eyes and sighed. Peter was suddenly worried and reached for him, and soon he had Tony’s head laying against his chest, and he was the one with his face nuzzling Tony’s hair. Tony wrapped strong arms around his back and held him close.

“Forgive me Master Peter, my scholar, my novice magician. My pilgrim of great libraries. Forgive me. Grant me pardon.

“I was so hungered. I had hungered for so long. I fed poorly. I fed too deeply. I drank up all the sorrow and loneliness of the moment, and left none behind. Without the light of the moment you no longer carry the memory. Forgive me my clumsiness. I will not injure you thus again.”

He planted a kiss upon the center of Peter’s chest.

Then he whispered “Unless you ask me to.”

Peter wasn’t sure what it meant, and wasn’t sure he was ready to. So he did what he knew how to do. He held on. He didn’t speak anymore. He held on until he fell asleep.

When he woke he was cold and achy and laying on the floor. He crawled up into his bed and under the covers and tried to tell himself it was all a dream. He hadn’t really spent the night in the arms of a demon, who could be sent out to kill people. Or take away the memory of his only friend in town.

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