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mxvladdy · 3 years

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Forgotten Affections: Mammon

Here is Part Two of @marymaryroo 's request!

This one used more of my True forms ideas so if you want some more contexts here is Mammon's Link

Hope you like!

Magic is a beautiful and powerful thing. It permeates the Devildom like an eternal fog. For the residents, it is as common as breathing. From the strongest of their kind down to the lowest inhabitants, it is integral to their culture and daily life. Mistakes and accidents happen daily with young and old alike learning or experimenting. Magical rebounds and mishaps mean very little to them, especially the brothers. From the Celestial Realms down, they have seen it all.

Sometimes they forget that to you, magic can be a volatile and dangerous.

Part Two of Three: Mammon

TW: Gore and slight body horror

His plans are not stupid. No matter what his brothers thought or said. He was always calculating, always thinking and scheming. Sometimes his plans were fast and spontaneous, some do get the better of him. But risks were always a part of the games he plays. The hazards are just as an addictive high as the rewards he strove for. Mammon knew his plans could go sideways, but he never cared. When he failed he just would try again. Variables changed on a dime and he knew how to handle that. Life moves fast but he always moves faster. Until he couldn’t.

The plan this time was foolproof. Everything had been in place, or so he thought. He ran a tight ship with his informants and an even tighter ship with his court. He anticipated everything. He just can never predict you.

You weren’t supposed to be here. Why were you here! You should have been at school!

Of course, the witches saw you as a threat. They thought he was trying to underhand them once again. They weren’t wrong obviously. But he would never put you in harm's way to get what he wanted. Seeing you here startles him, startles all of them. While the shock of your face showing up where it didn’t belong slows his reaction time, it increases the witches. Their spells move with blinding speed, out-pacing him by mere seconds as he tries to get to you. The spells hit you with a wet crunch, flinging you across the room. He watches in horror as your body flops like a marionette cut from it’s strings. He catches you scooping you up to his chest before hitting the concert hard. He skids along the cold warehouse floor hiss when his heat cracks hard on the metal of a stack of crates.

It hurt, but he couldn’t give less of a damn. He didn’t give a shit about the black blood trickling from his brow or the crack in his beloved glasses. He had one thing on his mind, you. You were still and loose in his arms. He saw no blood, but something wasn’t right. His pact is alight with pain, flaring and itching as he panics something wasn’t right with his master and his pact couldn’t locate it.

The next few moments in time freeze around him as he moves faster than he ever has in his life. The city and realm are brief flashes in his mind's eyes as he blinks, he just had to keep you safe. He takes you to the only place he knows you will be safe. It was the safest place in the kingdom for him, and it would be for you too.

The cave is cold. An eternal shadow coats every part of the large cavern, it had been a while since he had visited his hoard. His greatest treasure now sleeps in his bedroom and shines more brightly than even his most precious stones. Yet, now you were as cold as the jewels he once coveted. He doesn’t remember shedding his human skin but he doesn’t care using his many mismatched and uneven wigs to move you to his nest.

He tucks you into the silks and wool sheets lining his bed. Bending closer he nuzzles your arm. His many broken and scarred beaks picked up on the fetid odor of tainted magic seeping from your pores. He can’t place all the damage done to you but it is more than he knew what to do with. He was no practiced healer like Asmodeus or learned in medicine like Satan. No, he didn’t have that, but he was yours, and you were his to protect. So he does what he can through his pact, leeching some of the poison from your body into his. Getting comfortable beside you he shuffles you closer into the remaining soft down feathers on his belly. This close he can feel your frail heartbeat.

The hours move on and you still do not stir. He hates himself for this. How could he be so useless? You trust him, he was your first man he was supposed to be better than this. In this moment Mammon regrets every class he ever ditched and the class he slept through in the Celestial realms. He was never good with magic but perhaps if he had just paid attention he might have been able to help you better right now. Whatever toxins the combination of spells had embedded you rolled in his stomachs mixing with his guilt. He takes it all powering through so you could rest.

You stir sometime in the wee hours of the morning, of what day he doesn’t know and he doesn’t care. His many eyes never leave you as you wake. “Mammon?” You slur, mind still groggy with sleep and the residual effects of whatever it was that hit you. He clicks his many beaks asynchronously in delight, the chatter of bone on bone is raucous.

Beside himself, he turns back to his human form in a dizzying blur of feathers and gold light. “Babe!” He snatches you up kissing every bit of your skin he can find. “I am so sorry. I fucked up-you weren’t supposed to be there. How in the hells did you find me?” He pulls back to make eye contact with you. Your eyes are wide with shock. “What’s the matter? Why are ya lookin’ at me like that?”

You looked confused, eyes darting around you as you clutch the furs and blankets closer to your bare chest. “Mammon. What...what’s going on? Where am I?” You glance down at yourself seeing how battered and bruised you were. You look at him, the confusion now replaced with unadulterated terror. “Mammon...what did you do?”

“Ti?” He shakes his head momentarily, losing his grip on your shared tongue. “Babe-I don’t understand.” He tries to touch you. You push away, scrambling back and tumbling from his nest. Mammon hears your heart rate pick up, hammering like a helpless beast when it knows it's cornered. But where was the threat? You were safe here, tucked away with him. He feels numb, disbelief locking his jaw and tightening his shoulders.

You couldn’t think he was the threat...right?

“C-come on,” He blinks back tears. “This ain’t funny. Don’t you remember me?” He reaches out for you beckoning for you to come back to his nest. There is an odd and sharp twinge in his pact and he hisses. You mark weights him down, locking him in place from coming any closer to your trembling form. You were stopping him from comforting you. You were scared of him.

“Mammon.” You shudder holding the blankets close and back away till your back hit the rough stone wall. “You’re scaring me.”

“An’ your scaring me! You promised not to play cruel jokes on me.” His head bobbles inhumanely, sapphire and gold eyes glowing in the low moon light.

He smells the sour tang of sweat blooming on your skin, his sense locking on the bob of your throat. He mimics the dry clicking of it as you try to swallow enough spit to speak. “When did I do that?” You croak. He rears his head back. The words strike him hard. You curl away from his screeching arms raised for a blow that he would never do.

“Date? You, us!” He barks, voice coming sharper and shriller in desperation. “Our late night drives? Us...movie nights alone at the theater. Just last night?” He implores searching your gaze for something. Anything!

You shake your head clutching your brow. “I’m sorry, I don’t...” His caw of rage rattles his chest. His many heads emerge again to echo his cries. He shakes them in disbelief. “Mammon! Listen to me, please! Just-just take us home-”

“No!” You flinch back, spit coating your upraised arms. “You are my human!” Mammon’s eyes flash in warning. If you didn’t remember him then the others could try to take you away from him. He would never let you go. Your scream of terror is swept up in a flurry of wings and plumage as he disappears back into the night.

He doesn’t return home to the House. He takes flight and heads east, the winds and forest coming alive with the sounds of his legion taking to the sky with him. Search. Find. He orders images of the coven and what they did to you flashes in his mind to his murder. Those mages did this, and they would fix this. He travels on the wind ignoring the searing pain of your mark. You are calling him to return, ordering him to. The pain only fuels his desire to hunt.

He will have to be fast, for your sake. While his cave had plenty of fresh water and food for you he knew you. You were that spark in the night, that shock to the system that kept him going. You help him keep his head up high. You would try to get down from his nest, or try the other brothers before long.

His council found the witches one by one, picking off the weaker members while leaving the elder witches to him. He barrels through the punishment of breaking a pacts to extract whatever he could from them before his talons find their throats. The kills got more and more savage as each hunt turns up nothing.

On the fifth day of his hunting, Lucifer finds him. His world turns into a blur of black mist and boney fingers as his brother throws him violently from the gurgling body of his last victim. Empty eye sockets bore into Mammon's dazed faces. “Where…” Lucifer opens his broken maw, jaw creaking as his voice gurgles out. Mammon ignores him screeching and clawing at the hand pinning him to the floor. The fingers begin to close slowly, choking off his air until he is forced to revert to his other form, dark chest gasping for air. “Wheerrree…” Black smoke fills his lungs, the cold radiating off of Lucifer’s exposed bone burns his skin.

Mammon hisses back, throwing caution to the wind and landing a quick kick to his brother’s deteriorating nasal bone. “Mine!” He groans, head filling with static. “They are mine...even if they don’t remember me.” The fingers around his throat loosen before pulling back. Mammon coughs holding his throat as he struggles to his knees. “You can’t have them.” He wipes his face, cleaning off blood and tears. Devil’s when did he start crying?

“Mammon.” Lucifer tries again, flowing closer. “No one wants to take them away. I want to make sure they are safe.” Safe? Of course they were safe! The Great Mammon was watching over them, there was nowhere safer. Right? But there was safety in numbers too, what was a murder of crows or a flock of night creatures if they did not stick together. Mammon pushes his palms hard into his eyes till light spots of color irrupted behind his eyelids.

Clarity and exhaustion caught up to him all at once. “I messed up. I messed up so bad, μέντορας.” He looks at the corpse of the last witch. They were the final witness to what had happened the night he got you hurt. His last chance to help you is gone, splattered across the pavement. “Λυπάμαι. Λυπάμαι, αδελφός.” The dam breaks, all the suffering, and confusion of the past week overwhelms him in that moment, robbing him of coherent thought.

Warm human hands grip his shoulders squeezing him tight to center him. “Calm yourself. Remember how I taught you?” he nods, grimy head bobbing through a hiccup. “Good-good. In through your nose and out your mouth. Yes, just like that. Again.” Once punishing hands now wrap around him surrounding him in a sea of black silk and soft hair. It is of little comfort to him now, but Mammon feels the invisible hands clutching his hearts loosen. Lucifer does too and brings his brother out of the crook of his neck to look him over. “I want to help both of you. But, I need to know what is going on.”

To say Lucifer was displeased was an understatement. He couldn’t fault Mammon for his outburst, while he could not say he would do the same he understood what fragile hearts his sibling has. Mammon would never intentionally harm you, but as he pleads his case Lucifer began to worry more and more for your well-being. Mammon wasn’t going back to check on you, that was very clear by the pattern of violence he had marked around the eastern prefecture. Mammon’s recklessness had the potential to get you hurt, and he could not have that.

“Take me to them.” Lucifer raises, helping Mammon up from his knees.

“Can’t.”

“Mammon.” His patience grows thin.

“I can’t,” Mammon repeats himself, firmer this time. The magic he placed on his nest was the last that he had. Having a demon as strong as his brother coming in would break the barrier beyond his repair. “I swear to you I will bring them back, now, back to the house. Just please...I can’t take you.”

Lucifer sighs but relents. Mammon doesn’t swear often if not at all. With care Lucifer takes the back of Mammon’s head and brings his forehead to touch his. “Promise?” Mammon coos softly showing his neck in submission. “Thank you, now go retrieve them. I will clean up this mess.”

Mammon returns to his nest to find you sleeping again. You were clothed and freshly bathed, bits of food nearby and used cutlery at your side. He doesn’t approach fearful of how you would react after last time. He kicks a pile of gold by the side of you instead. You react immediately, lurching up in bed. Something shiny glints in your hand and he laughs. The silver dagger gleams in his direction. “Mammon?” You blink in the low light squinting hard to make out his form. “Is that you?”

“Of course,” He steps closer, arms relaxed at his side. “No one else can come up here, you know. Or, I guess you did at one point.” You lower the knife but keep your eyes trained on him still hesitant.

“Are you ok?” Getting a better look at him you frown. He was a mess, disheveled and grungy. Dark viscous matter cling to his once vibrant white hair clumping it and sticking to the hard edges of his face. You didn’t want to know what it was, but you had your suspicions.

“Yes.” He said, tone clipped and stressed. “Come on, let’s get you back.” He holds out a grimy hand to you.

You look at it. “Are we really?” With how he left you you weren’t sure if this was a trap or not. For all his boisterous claims and vibrato you never thought he would actually go through with anything. Now you weren’t sure.

Mammon nods, waiting for you to make up your mind. You take his hand after a few minutes of contemplation. Your touch was so familiar yet foreign all at once. It was as warm and soft as he remembered it to be, but that was it. You were hesitant with your touch, fingers barely resting in his scabbed and scarred over palm. “What happened?” You turn his hand over seeing how the cuts and bruises continued.

“Nothing.” Nothing of worth any way. “Come, Lucifer is waiting for us.” That makes you pick up your pace and it chafes him.

When you both land in the outside garden of the house Mammon let’s you go. Rushing over to Lucifer’s side, you almost use him as a shield between the two of you. You grab at his brother’s pressed suit jacket asking a rapid fire slew of questions. Mammon relaxes only a fraction noting how Lucifer has yet to touch you out of respect for him.

Lucifer let’s you run out of steam before speaking. “I believe I know what has happened but let’s get you checked out first, and Mammon.” He looks over to his hunched brother. “Go wash up. I’ll be with you as soon as I can.” Dismissed, Mammon slinks off to his room without a fight and empty handed.

With a clean bill of health, minus the apparent memory loss you sit in Diavolo’s office nursing a cup of tea. You look at your companions on either side of you. You, Solomon, and Lucifer sit on Dia’s large couch while the prince paces in front of you. The latter shaking with rage.

“I’m not mad.” You say again looking at the men around you. Mad wasn’t the right word for the feelings you have right now. You were angry at the situation and how Mammon handled it, yeah. But now you were more confused and fearful for his sake. Even if you didn’t recall the particulars of your relationship, what you did remember was a warm and friendly mix of emotions and companionship. He had always been a good friend and steadfast ally after the initial rocky start. Could you have been more? Something blooms in your chest.

“Irregardless,” Dia turns to you, face grim. “He put you in immediate danger and then abducted you. If Lucifer hadn’t tracked him down you still would be missing.” You nod your mouth closing on a rebuttal. He wasn’t wrong. “And,” He continues. “This matter now has more repercussions then just you and your lost memories I’m afraid.”

“That’s right.” Solomon butts in. “The covens are in an uproar. Seats have been usurped and the power imbalance now is reaching dangerous degrees. They want blood.”

Diavolo scoffs, cursing low in infernal. “Mammon needs to be reprimanded, Lucifer.”

Lucifer stiffens next to you. You hear the soft creaking of his leather gloves as he clenches his fists tight. “Is this not enough?” He leans forward imploringly. “Let me handle his punishment. You know I am fair with it.”

“He wiped out the entire East coven. This will take years for me to handle diplomatically. The council of Magi wants justice, and I cannot blame them. Mammon broke contracts and peace agreements.”

His words go over your head but the implications were very clear. “I’m so sorry.” You bow low in your seat. This was your fault. You should have taken a brother with you to retrieve Mammon that night. While trapped in Mammon’s treasure trove you had plenty of time to go over that night’s events and try to figure out why Mammon had said those things to you.

You remember that day clearly. Going to classes, turning in homework and rounding up the brother’s before they got into mischief. You run down that night the best you can too. You remember texting the group that you would bring Mammon home in time for the last meeting of the day, then the burning sensation of spells hitting you and bright flashes of light before waking up next to him in his nest. You remember him, but those nights he told you about and his feelings he shared with you were gone. Nothing there but black space.

Solomon’s hand on your shoulder breaks your musing. “This isn’t your fault. I’m sure we can settle this out over time.” The two demons in the room nod, faces unreadable. With that Solomon nods, getting to his feet. “I believe the time for humans in the room is over, shall I escort you home, or would you like to stay at Purgatory?”

“Home please.” The week's events land heavy on your shoulders. You wanted to sleep in your bed surrounded by familiar comforts. “I’m over this demon shit.” Solomon doesn’t even try to hide his snort.

“There is never a dull moment with you around, huh?” He chuckles, combing a hand through his hair once he gets to the front door. You shoot him an exasperated look. “Relax. I promise we will get this all set to rights...if that is what you wish.”

“I have a choice?”

Solomon raises a pale brow. “Yes. I do believe I can fix this with enough time and preparation. While Mammon had the right idea going to find the root of the problem and there for the spell, he did it all ass backwards. Once I get in contact with the spirits of those he murdered I believe I can get you back together again. You do want that don’t you?”

Did you?

The question perplexes you while you crawl into bed. Did you want something that you didn’t even know you had? The Mammon that had greeted you when you woke up was like nothing you could remember and had planted a seed of doubt within you. What about him had you fall for him in the first place? Would you remember all of this if Solomon was able to fix it? Could this break in your memory change how you felt for him? Ugh-why was magic always so difficult…

You are left to your own devices for a while allowed to stay in from work and school while you recover. The brothers dote over you in their own ways, all expertly navigating around any question you had about Mammon’s whereabouts. Only Beel gave you any useful information.

“He’s...working off his debt.” Cryptic, but at least you knew he was alive. With the brother’s all being tight lipped you took matters into your own hands. Your phone was gone, no doubt shattered on the floor of the warehouse when you fell. You should have had a new one by now, but Lucifer seemed to be hiding it from you like Mammon.

The door to Mammon’s room is sealed tight, no handle or seam to be found. The loud hum of magic radiates from the door making it impossible for you to open. Even his seat at the council was empty. So much secrecy, you were beginning to believe you were being punished as well.

Good thing you were too pig headed to care.

Cornering Lucifer wasn’t as hard as you expected it to be. He very well could have been waiting for you to jump him by this point. He looked tired and drained, his mark, like Mammon’s, was dark and silent on your skin. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“Yes. Though, as you can see, I’ve grown tired of it.” He waves at himself leaning on the wall just outside of the kitchens. “What do you want?”

“Why can’t I find anything?”

“Any what?”

“If I was dating Mammon wouldn’t there be, I don’t know evidence of it?” There was nothing in your room, and you couldn’t get into Mammon’s. The other’s had been of no help. It was gone, as if by magic. “Is this your doing?”

Lucifer pinches his brow with a grimace. “Yes, and no. Mammon asked me to.”

“What! Why?”

“He heard what Solomon said to you. That you are unsure if you want those memories back. This is your out.” A gift as Mammon likes to think of it, the last one Mammon can give you. Even if it kills him, his brother still thinks of your comforts.

“Don’t I get a choice?” Lucifer snorts eyeing you.

“It is one of the very few strategic advantages of being human. Have you made one?”

Yes? No? “Well, I would like to make an educated one! I can’t do that if I can’t even see Mammon now can I? I’m clear headed now.”

Lucifer chortles rummaging in his pocket. “Please, the fact that you picked Mammon as the object of your affection clearly shows me you have never thought clearly a day in your life.” He drops something in your hand before turning. “The magic of the door is gone. Just-please be gentle with him. The council has not been kind.” He gives you a final small smile. “You two were happy together, you know.” He leaves you with your new phone in an empty hallway.

You clutch the small device close to your chest, eyes riveted to the screen. Lucifer had backed everything up. Your contacts, calendar dates, assignments, and pictures. You click on your photo gallery. Oh, there were so many pictures of the two of you together. For a moment you hate the you grinning up through the screen. Mammon’s arms wrap around you, his face nestle in your hair as you glow under his attention. He looked serene, eyes closed with a blissful smile peeking out through your locks. The next few photos were very much the same, little dates and windows into a life you wanted to remember. The next few you took were candid photos. Him asleep on his couch stretched out and snoring or in the kitchen trying to do something, and failing.

It was so different from the Mammon you remember and the one you saw so briefly in the cave. Deep down your heart hurts for him, out of sympathy or the echoes of your lost love you weren’t sure, but you wanted that life from the pictures again. You reach his door with a new reinvigorated fire in your belly. You could do this. Mammon would never fall for someone indecisive.

The door opens as quiet as a whisper into a dark room. Stepping in you hold your breath, ears hyper aware of just how dark this place was. You don’t think you’ve ever seen this place without lights on. Mammon didn’t like the dark all that much. The room was quiet too, except for an eerie wet gurgle. “Mammon?”

“Leave.” Deeper into the room a massive black shape moves. “Shouldn’t be here.” You turn to the shape, arms outstretched to guide you through the pitch. “Don’t-” Several large luminous gold eyes lock with you. They are weary and apprehensive. You push forward till your hands touch some feathers and…

“You’re bleeding.”

“It’s fine.” Like hell it was. Ignoring his protest and the slick feel of his blood on your hands you grab for your phone.

“Oh Mammon.” Your stomach twists. In the bright little of your little flashlight you can see only a small bit of his side, but it was shiny with fresh blood, feathers broken and limp from where hands had yanked at them. “Who?”

“The Rite of Equivalency.” A head turns to follow your fingers. He hisses, the feel of your fingers stroking along a raw gash under his upper set of wings burns. “Pound for pound of flesh for that which I took.” His beaks click, sore and irritated, they had not been gentle with their gathering today. His body was worth a lot to witches. His feathers and beak shavings were valuable in potions and on the market. It was the most lenient punishment Lucifer could broker, even if it did literally cost him a limb or two. Your hand goes still on his side, he can feel your small fingers trembling on his hind leg.

“Mammon-this is monstrous.”

The crow chortles swiveling his heads to look at you. “Are we not monsters?” He tries to joke, uncomfortable with your gentle touch now. “Hey- no...please don’t cry.” He sees tears clinging to your eyelashes, your lower lip quivering. He opens a wing to try to wrap it around you but stops gasping in pain. His side was like a live wire, healing bones burning under his thin skin while they mended. He is so tired.

You pick up on his discomfort and move away wiping at your tears. This wasn’t about you right now. “I came to talk about...us and what you overheard between Solomon and I,” His heart rate picks up.

“Lucifer put you up to this.” It wasn’t a question but a simple statement of fact. He had hoped-

You shook your head, brushing his side. “He gave me the option by opening the door, but I wanted to do this. To see you again and talk.” Talk, and get his side of the story, to fill in the pieces of the puzzle until you could get them back yourself. You pull up a few pictures and turn the screen to him. “I want to go back to this. I think I liked being yours.”

#obey me #obey me mammon #tw: body horror #tw: gore #fun request!

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beelzegrub · 3 years

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can I request what would happen if we summon them while we're on human realm bc we missed them so much but lose so much blood in the process I don't really know I'm a sucker for these kind of things. thank youu!!

EDIT FROM FUTURE OP: This ask has been sitting in my drafts for months half finished and I finally found the motivation to finish. Anon, I’m so sorry for the wait. You’re a sweetheart ❤️ I was only able to do the three eldest though and I’m so sorry!!

Um hello??? I love this so much thank you!!! I thought it was kind of silly to go through all of that at the end of season 2 to just.... not use it so I’m excited about this!!!! (Sorry if this is too angsty my brain got super pumped about this and took off.

PS the request said “we” so I used a reader insert type of style. Hope that’s what you were looking for :)

MC Summons Their Demon, but at What cost?

Trigger warning!!!! Self harm/blood

How long had it been since you’d seen the him? Weeks? Months? Who knows. They all blended together after while. All you knew is that it had been too long. Why was this all so tedious? Solomon had promised to teach you the summoning ritual as soon as you could handle it. Why hadn’t he done so? Did he not trust you? Was he purposely keeping you away from the them? Surely you were strong enough at this point. Enough with the waiting. You wouldn’t sit around and any longer! You needed to see them. You needed to see him.

You flipped messily through book after book. Solomon had given you many to study for your apprenticeship. There had to be something about summoning in one of these!

“Hmm..”

You carefully read through the worn pages of one of the larger and dustier tomes. Something about this one called to you. You zoned out as you took in the information on the pages, following context clues until you found what you were looking for. The images drawn on the page seemed foreign and surprised you. A summoning circle? You had expected as much, but the repeated mentions of ‘sacrifice’ and ‘blood oath’ seemed ancient and outdated. You couldn’t help but notice there was no mention of sentimental possessions of the demon you were trying to summon as well. You were sure none of the brothers would suggest a summoning if it were dangerous though...

Out of options and out of patience, you gathered your courage and set up the ritual to the best of your ability. Things seemed to match the books instructions, at least. All that was left was the blood. You stepped into the middle of the circle and closed brought a sewing needle to the top of your finger. The book hadn’t specified the amount of blood needed, but it was better to start small, you reasoned. You closed your eyes and pricked it, quickly squeezing a single drop of blood into the center of the circle, and said the name of the person you had been desperate to see.

Lucifer

The day of the summoning, Lucifer had felt this nagging sense of danger from the moment he opened his eyes. He was so sure it was one of his brothers about to cause trouble for him once again.

Lucifer spent the day preparing for the worst. Had Mammon stolen something of vast importance? Did Levi buy another piece of cursed media? Surely Beel hadn’t eaten a poisonous dish??

That evening, tired from being on edge all day, he had retired to his study, hoping some music would help calm his nerves. He settled into his chair and closed his eyes.

Then came the pull.

It had been ages since he had felt a sensation like this. When was the last time someone had tried to summon him? Hundreds of years ago, it had to be. And it never felt as strong as this force pulling him now.

There had once been a cult of devil worshipers who sacrificed many of their members for a chance to pull him to the human world, quite surprised to find out their sacrifices had been in vain, considering Lucifer wasn’t interested in a bunch of worthless humans. But even then the tug hadn’t been this strong. Sure, he could still resist it, but the strength of it still left him awestruck. Who had the power to call to him like this?

“Lucifer!”

His blood ran cold. Immediately, he stopped resisting the call and gave in, allowing the summoning to take place.

You had done it. Lucifer was here! The strongest and most fearsome of the seven, and you had Summoned him to you. Your heart swelled when you though of how impressed he’d be when he found out you had done it all on your own. Would he praise you? Would he tease you? Would he tilt his head and smirk, then ask you if you had really missed him that much?

You smiled softly, looking up at him. The look on his face wasn’t one of pride. His eyebrows had furrowed and a frown creased deep into his face. Was he angry at you? No... you had seen his anger many times. This wasn’t it.

“MC....what have you done?”

He cradled you softly in his arms. Wait. When had he picked you up? You looked at your surroundings, the fear in the pit of your stomach ever growing. Where had all this blood come from? You had only pricked your finger! Lucifer’s hand touched your cheek, pulling your face back to him.

“Don’t look.”

You had no choice but to obey. You simply didn’t have the strength to move anymore.

“I’ve called for help, it’ll be just a moment, MC. Just keep your eyes on me.”

Lucifer’s voice was soft and soothing, and you felt your tired body relax into his hold.

“I did it... I brought you here... I did it...” you closed your eyes, a smile on your lips.

“MC, keep your eyes open. Look at me. MC! MC!”

Mammon

That day had started out much the same as always. Mammon, still sore from last nights punishment, groaned as he slumped into his desk at RAD. He rested his head in his arms against the desk, and glanced at the seat that used to belong to you. Obviously, you weren’t there, but it didn’t hurt to check....

“MC is still in the human world, Mammon.”

Mammon jumped and sat up straight in his seat, his cheeks red from being caught.

“I know that Belphie! I was just-just uh zonin’ out! MC’s old seat just happened to be in the same direction!” He stuttered out an excuse.

“Just call them, Mammon. I’m sure MC would be happy to hear your voice.” Oh great, now Beel’s getting involved too. He knew his brothers meant no harm, but all this talk about MC was getting him riled up!

“Fine! I will! I’ll call MC tonight! and you two AREN’T invited!” Mammon laid his head down once again, this time hiding his face, not wanting his blush to show a second time. Tonight he’d finally hear MC’s voice again. And he could blame Beel and Belphie for the call!

Come dinner time, Mammon had just about run out of patience. His head kept telling him to wait just a bit longer, but something in his heart was yelling for him to quit dragging his feet.

“I’m going to my room and NOBODY better interrupt me, ya hear?!” Mammon stumbled to his feet and started marching to his room, six pairs of eyes staring at him questioningly. He only made it a few steps when he felt it. A tug. He closed his eyes and swayed on his feet, dizzy from the force of it. This was a summoning, wasn’t it? He had felt it plenty of times from those damn witches, but something about this was different. He turned around to look his brothers again, a look of confusion on his face.

“I...think I’m bein’ summoned.”

Levi snorted and crossed his arms. “I’m sure you’re guilty of something. Better just get it over with.”

The rest of the brothers mumbled in agreement.

Except Lucifer.

Lucifer quickly pushed out his chair and hurried to Mammon. Something was wrong. A simple summoning wouldn’t have this effect on a demon of Mammon’s stature.

The pull came once again, stronger this time. Mammon winced and held his hand to his aching head. Lucifer’s hand came down to rest on his shoulder

“I don’t know how long I can resist this. Somethin’ isn’t right. Lucifer, what’s happening to me?” He looked to his brother for help, and found the rest of them had gathered around as well, a look of concern on all of their faces.

“Someone call for Diavolo and Barbatos. Mammon, hold on just a few more moments.” Lucifer commanded.

Mammon would have agreed, if not for the voice that rang out clearly in his head, calling his name.

“Mammon!”

Mammon’s eyes snapped open and stopped resisting the pull, hearing the shouts from his brothers disappear as he followed the call.

“Mammon! Mammon! Mammon Mammon Mammon! Please!” You couldn’t keep this up for much longer, you knew it. You had fallen to your knees moments after the initial call. You could feel every drop of blood flowing out of the pin prick on your finger, but you didn’t dare give up. You had come this far, and you wouldn’t give up now. Not until you had to.

But you didn’t have to. A flash of light blinded you momentarily, and when you could see again, there he was. Standing there was the Mammon. Relief flushed through your entire body, and you stopped pouring your magic into the spell. Utterly exhausted, your body came crashing forward, landing in front of his feet.

Mammon quickly slid to his knees on the ground, picking you up off the floor and resting your head in his lap.

“You....Are you okay, MC?” Mammon tried to keep his voice even and steady, not wanting to scare you, but his hands that held too tightly and his body that quivered gave him away.

“I am now.” You answered quietly, unsure if it was true. At least Mammon was here and holding you in his arms. Things would be okay as long as he was with you.

“You...You idiot! Stupid! What the heck were ya thinkin’!? Can’t you see how much blood you’ve lost? This isn’t how you’re supposed to be summoning us! I’m gonna kill that damn sorcerer!” Mammon felt his blood boil with each second that passed. How Could Solomon have allowed this?

You softly squeezed his hand, not having the energy to yell for his attention. Immediately, he stopped, looking at you questioningly.

“Solomon didn’t teach me this. He wouldn’t. But.... I just couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to see you.” You answered.

He frowned deeply, more troubled with this answer. You had done all this just to see him? He felt a lump in his throat form. “I would have come to you. You didn’t have to do this.” He pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes to stop any tears from escaping.

You cupped his cheek, returning the affection he so rarely showed. “S’okay. All that matters is you’re here now. I just...need....to rest....a little...” Your eyes fluttered closed, feeling at peace and calm in your love’s arms.

Panic. Once again, Mammon’s eyes snapped open. He placed his hand over yours, trying to gently coax you into opening your eyes once more.

“Not yet, you can’t yet, MC. We have to wait for help to come. Come on, wake up.” He knew his brothers would come. Someone would come. They wouldn’t let this happen to you. He wouldn’t let this happen to you. “MC!” When gentle touches didn’t work, he got rougher, shaking you and yelling, desperate to see your eyes open.

“Enough playin’ around MC! Wake up! WAKE UP, DAMMIT! Wake... Wake up...You have to..... Wake up....”

Leviathan

To say that Levi was missing his MC was like saying humans like air. Is it true? Yeah, but kind of an understatement. Humans needed air to live and breathe, and in his eyes, you were air. It’s no secret that Levi wasn’t exactly popular. One might even say it was well known that he was a dorky loner demon, if they were feeling particularly sassy. Being a loner has it’s advantages, like having more time for gaming and anime binging, but it sure is, well, a lonely once you’ve had someone to share your passions with. And once that someone is gone, their absence weighs heavy.

So yes, Levi was missing MC. So what? Everyone was missing MC. Why wouldn’t they? His MC was a ray of sunshine in a world of darkness. Ugh. That line sounder way cooler when the hero in his latest otome had said it. Of course his thoughts couldn’t sound that cool. But that’s not the point! Levi figured he had no right to complain about MC being gone, because he was just a gross, annoying, worthless otaku. He didn’t deserve to miss them. He was lucky he got to spend as much time with them as he did, really.

But nobody could blame him for thinking these thoughts, right? Thinking about how much he missed the way MC would cram themselves as close to him as possible to get a look at whatever mobile game he was playing was harmless. So was remembering all the nights they’d spent binging anime and then realizing the sun was up, smiling sheepishly at each other and promising not to stay up so late next time, even though they always did. Okay, so maybe thinking about the way they looked when they were fresh out of his shower, smelling of his soap and shampoo was less than innocent, but what was he supposed to do!? Leaning your damp head on his shoulder and curling up close to him like that! Doing things like that is bad for an otaku’s heart! You might give them hope or something...

Enough was enough! He didn’t have time to be obsessing over how much he missed MC. It was taking time away from his one and only true love. “Ruri-Chan, you’d never abandon me right? No, I know you wouldn’t. You’re not like that.” Levi began speaking to his latest figure. “Not to say MC IS like that! No, of course their not! They didn’t have a choice!” He stuttered out a quick fix to his hurtful words. He was glad they weren’t around to hear, but it still felt wrong to say. He was quiet for a minute, staring at his floor in shame. Slowly, he lifted his eyes back to the figure. “Do you think they miss me like I miss them?”

And then he felt it. It had been so long, but he knew this feeling.This was a summoning, wasn’t it?! Based on the intense tug he felt, it had to be a super powerful sorcerer or maybe a group of basic magic users? Honestly, he was flattered. Someone wanted to summon HIM? No, They must have made a mistake. Surely this summon was meant for one of his brothers.

Leviathan was so lost in his own self pity he missed the first two calls of his name. The third one, sounding so desperate and pleading, snapped him out of his funk in an instant. He knew that voice. Without hesitation he let the summon take him, and there he was. He was finally reunited with MC.

But it wasn’t supposed to be like this. When he finally saw them again, he was supposed to feel elated and whole again, not like a piece of his heart was ripped right out of his chest. But when he locked eyes with them, surrounded by blood and their eyes looking glassy, that’s exactly what he felt.

“MC! Oh no. Oh no.”

Levi. He was here. He had to be. You heard his voice and felt his presence, felt his arms circle around you and cradle you tightly against his chest. But why couldn’t you see him? And why did you feel so… empty?

“Levi? That’s you isn’t it? Why is it so dark?” Had the candles all gone out? No, even before you lit them, you remember it hadn’t been this dark. Something was wrong.

Levi inhaled shakily, holding back the sobs he desperately wanted to release. “MC, what are you talking about? I’m right here! Can’t you see me?”

Like a bolt of lighting, the realization hit you. It wasn’t dark. The candles hadn’t gone out. It was your eyes.

“No, Levi. I can’t. I can’t see you. I can’t see anything.” You shakily reach your hand up, frantically feeling around for your love’s face. Leviathan’s usual timid nature word have normally had him reeling away, but in this moment, he had no reservations as he helped guide your hand to his cheek. His lips trembled as he fought the urge to scream.

“MC…. Why would you do this? You’ve lost so much blood… and.. and your sight? I’m not worth this. I’m just a useless otaku! It isn’t fair!” His tears began to flow, the guilt of it all was ripping him apart.

You closed your eyes and smiled as you remembered the many faces of this man you had called to you. “It was worth it. I did it because I love you, Levi. I need you. After all, what good is a Henry without his lord?”

#obey me #shall we date? obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #reader insert #tw self harm #tw sewing needle prick #tw blood #this was way to long winded I overdid it

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symphonicmetal101 · 3 years

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Welcome To The World Satan

An Obey Me theory/headcanon as to how Satan gradually became accepted by a grief-ridden family

Ok to start, I’ll be referring to a couple hcs that already exist here, It’s not vital to go back and read those first, but it’s a short piece and would help me out a ton if you leave so much as a like! Thank you.

Alright, as I mentioned in the other piece, I hc that Satan was “born” as a small child, about 4 years old in human years. This is because children often do not have a way to communicate exactly how they are feeling, and their frustration is further enhanced by the lack of that ability. Because Satan was the spawn of Lucifer’s wrath, guilt, and regret, I would also like to put a theory out there that Satan is the spitting image of Lilith, seeing as losing Lilith is one of if not Lucifer’s biggest regret. However I want to take that theory a little farther.

Mammon

In those few moments it took for Satan to form, Lilith’s ghost had been nearby, heart-broken to see her brothers fall and crushed with the knowledge knowing they would be in pain in every way possible, thus merging with Satan before he fully came to be, hoping to provide to the newest member to her family, as well as use him as a vessel to aid in calming her family, despite his turbulent origins. When they crashed in the Devildom, someone wrote this much more poetically than me however I cannot remember who, I apologize, Lucifer was quick to throw himself into his work, his grief not aided by Satan’s strikingly similar appearance to Lilith, leaving Satan feeling confused and upset, as well as the pieces of Lilith with in him, who wanted nothing more than to comfort her biggest brother, but continued to be pushed away. With Leviathan under the water, Asmo indulging in his sin, Beel basically stress-eating, and Belphie sleeping the sad away, the only one really available for Satan was Mammon. Mammon of course, was dealing with his own grief, but here he was in the same room as a young crying and screaming kid that looked like his dead sister, all his brothers have kind of separated to deal with things on their own, but...he couldn’t just leave Satan. After a few attempts at calming him down and failing, Mammon started getting distracted by pieces of metal and scraps around the room, temporarily ignoring Satan and subconsciously going back to an old hobby with an alternate motive- inventing a machine that could help make him rich! Though as Mammon started gathering supplies, Satan’s cries slowly started to deescalate into small whimpers and sniffles before he crawled over to Mammon, studying what he was doing and then trying his best to help. It was a bit of a stress-reliever for Mammon, and he helped Satan the way Lucifer had helped him all those years ago, but warned him it might not work. It inevitably fell apart and Satan’s first instinct was to throw a tantrum, but as hot tears of frustration filled his eyes, Mammon simply pulled him into a hug. Lilith also helped calm him down a bit, and for the first time since being created, Satan sighed and felt peace...at least momentarily, but that was all he needed to know he was safe with Mammon, and a piece of Lilith faded, one of her pieces of unfinished business completed.

The Twins

Satan still wasn’t accepted very quickly by the other brothers, and even with Mammon he struggled to be around him all the time, and as mentioned in the other piece, he often wandered. However one time he had had a nightmare and was walking towards Mammon’s room when he heard a pitiful cry from the twins room, daring to peek in and see Beel and Belphie sharing a bed, Beel crying in his sleep, Belphie clearly having a nightmare just like he had just had. A strange urge pushed him forward, though he felt very small in comparison, wondering what he could possibly do until he got stronger instruction from a voice in his head to lay between the two. He did, and slowly but surely the twins and himself calmed down and were able to fall back asleep. The morning after, the twins were surprised, and after listening to Satan’s story as to why he was in their bed, they had the want to protect him as well. As they spent more time with him however, they found that he not only looked like Lilith, but shared many characteristics with her. For Belphie, it was a source of comfort, whereas for Beel it brought his guilt back, and for the time being, he tried to distance himself from Satan, but always treated him kindly whenever they did happen to be in the same room. Whenever Satan couldn’t sleep, Belphie would tell him bed time stories. Eventually Satan wanted to remember all the stories Belphie told him, so he got a paper and a pen to draw what he understood from each story, and would cry and scream at Belphie if he fell asleep in the middle of telling a story. He had his own picture books now, and would review them often.

Levi

Asmo

I have some other stuff on him and Asmo here, regarding his sense of style (and/or lack thereof), but not important. Asmo wasn’t home a lot of the time after the initial fall, spending his time indulging himself, as well as going out and drinking. (May do an angst piece for Asmo in the near future, we shall see-) However as he started to adjust even the smallest bit, he started to actually decorate his room a bit instead of neglecting it. So by the Satan came stumbling down the hallway looking for something to do, his curiousity got the best of him and he walked into Asmo’s bedroom, when the Lust demon happened to be out. He took a look around the room until he found some fashion magazines, the bright colours and big lettering catching his eye. Not wanting to get caught in Asmo’s room without him there, he took one and ran to his room, and slowly looking over the words to try and sound them out, using the pictures to help him understand. As he got better at this, it would become almost a ritual. He would very quietly open the door to make sure that if Asmo was in there sleeping, he wouldn’t wake him up by accident and avoid getting caught. He would steal a few magazines (thanks Mammon for showing him how to do it “right”-), take them to his room and try to read them, but now also adding the words to Belphie’s stories under his pictures in his book. One day he was on his way to return the magazines with his book tucked under his other arm, excited to show the twins and maybe Mammon, but in his excitement he forgot to knock or check quietly first, opening the door and seeing a startled looking Asmo applying make-up at his vanity. Asmo knew about Satan, but hadn’t really seen him yet, wide-eyed at the resemblance between him and Lilith as he slowly put his mascara down and knelt on the floor, beckoning Satan closer by name, reassuring him it was ok. Satan cautiously and somewhat ashamed-looking approached Asmo, trying somewhat to hide the magazines he had, though once he was close enough Asmo could see that there were a few tears in his eyes, from fear, and anger at himself, and embarrassment in getting caught. He gently put his hand on Satan’s shoulder and asked him if he needed a hug, trying not to let on just how much he needed one himself. Satan started crying and apologized for taking the magazines without permission as he hugged Asmo. Asmo reassured him it was ok and held him close until he stopped crying, just rocking him back and forth a bit. When he was done, Asmo had a few tears in his eyes as well as he wiped Satan’s away, explaining he wasn’t upset, but curious as to why Satan wanted to look at the magazines. Satan proudly presented his homemade book to Asmo and explained he had been teaching himself how to read and write using Asmo’s magazines. Asmo was clearly impressed by this, and was the first person to praise Satan for anything he had done, and asked him to read the book to him, sitting on the floor properly and inviting him to sit in his lap. Satan was more than happy to oblige, feeling his little heart swell with joy as he plopped himself down and started reading to Asmo the stories Belphie told him, as Asmo felt love for someone again, almost crying at the amount of comfort Satan had given him, for the first time sense falling, Asmo had found a bit of peace, allowing another piece of Lilith to fade away. As Satan presented his work to his other brothers, they were impressed, Belphie much more touched than he let on., and it was actually him that suggested that one of them take Satan to a library with more age-appropriate books, as the ones in the house were too mature for him. Satan was ecstatic and was finally starting to feel a bit more like a part of the family.

It took a while for Levi to come home, partially because he didn’t even know where “home” was. However by the time Levi got home he was still struggling to control his sin, getting angry and jealous over Satan getting so much attention, inadvertently feeding into Satan’s power. Satan turned into his demon form, a sight that wasn’t new to the other brothers but concerning, as for the first time, he wasn’t crying, and it was just pure anger as Levi snapped at him for “taking his brothers away” and “you’re not a real part of this family, why should you get the love I deserve?!” Beel tried to calm Levi down as Asmo and Belphie tried Satan, but the damage was done and Satan wasn’t backing down this time. He ended up attacking Levi, leaving everyone panicking, not knowing how Levi would react and how far Satan would go. Beel was quick to pick Satan up, leaving a stunned Levi on the floor. He slowly got up, as Satan curled into Beel still in his demon form, crying angrily, not wanting to believe Levi’s words. Levi mumbled something under his breath and went to his room, holing up and relying on Beel to bring him food and water as he continued to pity himself. Satan needed a lot reassurance from his brothers he had connected with to make sure they weren’t going to push him away again, leave him alone again, and not say things like Levi had ever again. It wasn’t until Levi started to set things up for a pet that Satan felt like approaching him again. Levi had learned to control himself a bit better as well as felt bad for having said those things to Satan, and apologizing. Once Satan knew what kind of pet Levi was getting, and also found out that Levi read something called “manga”, he asked one of his brothers to take him to the library so he could grabs some manga as well as pick up food for the animal Levi was getting. Satan also picked up a book about raising the animal Levi was getting. He was adamant about taking it to Levi himself, his arms full of manga as he made his way to Levi’s room trying not to fall over. Levi was pleasantly surprised, and took a moment before realizing he should probably grab the stack before the child did actually fall over- Satan had asked about a certain book, caught off guard by himself as there was no way he should’ve known the title of a book when he didn’t even know that genre existed- Thank you Lilith. He had gotten a book that Levi had been in the middle of reading in the Celestial Realm, making him inexplicably happy. Levi ruffled his hair a bit as thanks and Satan smiled, happy that they had made up and resumed helping Levi set up the habitat. Levi told Satan he would help him find good manga for when he was old enough to read some of them. And with that, another piece of Lilith faded away.

Lucifer

Finally there was Lucifer. It wasn’t for a lack of trying on Satan’s part, since his creation, Lucifer was the one he felt the pull to most, but continuously was pushed away, Lucifer being “too busy”. What he didn’t know, was almost every time he left Lucifer, Lucifer would cry. He felt like a failure for having lost Lilith, and seeing Satan was salt in the wound as we was reminded of her every time. Satan felt unwanted, and started to build resentment for Lucifer, surely if he could get along with Levi he could eventually get along with the person who brought him into this world....right? However even once Lucifer started coming out of his office, whenever Lucifer looked down at Satan, even Satan could tell that there was something in his eyes that didn’t feel right, almost like disgust, when really, it was sadness. Satan stopped trying to get on Lucifer’s good side, despite what he felt was Lilith’s desperation. After a while, Lucifer finally felt ready to try and talk to Satan, to get to know him, but Satan still held that resentment and turned him away, telling him “you should have been the brother you are trying to be now...when I actually needed and wanted you.”

Conclusion

There is a small part of Lilith still with Satan, but he has grown to the point of being his own person. Sometimes when Satan feels alienated for being the only demon-born brother, he gets an inexplicable feeling of comfort wash over him, at least he did before MC came. With MC there to kind of take Lilith’s place, Lilith was finally able to find rest, her unfinished business finally taken care of.

Anyways- thank you for reading, I hope you found this interesting!

Masterlist

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me thoughts #obey me theory #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #v talks

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obey-me-fics-n-shit · 4 years

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what do you think would be the most embarrassing things the brothers could do in front of mc? and how might they/mc react?

Huh, this one’ll be interesting. It took me awhile longer than I wanted it to, but here it is :D

Embarrassing things the Obey me! Brothers would do in front of mc

Lucifer:

The most embarrassing thing for Lucifer would be anything that tarnishes mc’s opinion of him. He’s the avatar of pride, so his image is everything to him. If some lower demon were to talk to you about all the less-than-savory things he did during (or even after) the war and his fall, telling you “how brave you are for living with the big and scary Lucifer (and his brothers)” Lucifer would be beyond upset. He’d probably want to get angry and make that lower demon pay, but he would hate to prove their point.

He’s been very careful in making sure that the worst thing you think of him is that he’s strict and has a bit of a temper. On the other hand, he doesnt mind as much if you know some of the nicer side of him, but if Diavolo gets talking about some things he’s seen Lucifer do that are ‘too cute’ he will also be embarrassed. Best case scenario in both situations is just to laugh it off and say something like “haha, not the Lucifer I know.” And let it be, it would crush the poor guy if you were frightened of him for any reason.

Mammon:

Mammon gets embarrassed so easy you could do it without trying (and you have) but the absolute worst thing that could happen would be if those witches he made pacts with ordered him around while he was trying to spend quality time with you, or even worse if they ran into you and him on a day out and ordered him around in front of you. In any case where that is to happen the best way to ease his embarrassment would be to get right back to what you were doing before. when he gets back to you, a quick insult thrown the witches way and a peck on his cheek is a sure fire way to help him feel better quickly.

If it was a rough day beforehand and this happens, he’ll need some extra re-asssurance, because the witches interruption with be the cherry on top that ticks him off. To help him in this case you’ll probably need to sit down with him for a second somewhere and reassure him that you understand that when it comes to those witches somethings are out of his control. He’ll grumble and say something along the lines of “nothings out of control for the great mammon,” but after a pause he’ll thank you for being so good to him and then you can go about your day.

Asmodeus:

Asmo has just about zero shame, getting this boy embarrassed is next to impossible, so when you do see him embarrassed it’ll probably be quite a shock to you. It probably happens when Asmo takes you to Majolish and an old flame of his who he left high and dry tries to warn you against perusing a relationship with Asmo while he’s in a changing room. Asmo comes out to model the new outfit he’s trying for you, only to see you practically cornered by that pesky ex of his. Asmo also has the pleasure of hearing you tell them to “piss off asshole” before you turn to see Asmo in his new outfit.

Asmo isn’t so embarrassed that someone he was intimate with found you gave you a talk, it was bound to happen anyway, what Asmo is embarrassed about is how he wasn’t there to help you. He’s also flattered that you stood up for yourself (and him) but it’s also part of what embarrassed him. He knew how you felt about him but this was the first time it really hit him. For the first time in a long time, his relationship wasn’t purely physical. Asmo immediately takes off whatever he tried on, leaves Majolish without buying anything and he’ll spend the rest of the day showering you with affections and letting you know how thankful he is for you.

Satan:

What gets Satan embarrassed in front of mc is when he loses his temper. It happens on a nice day around the House of Lamentation, when Satan has found out that Mammon sold one of his prized first-edition books for some quick cash. Satan had planned to spend a nice afternoon reading it with you but when he couldn’t find it he called a house-wide search for the thing and eventually Mammon got so fed up with the guilt he told Satan. Needless to say Satan blew his lid. Not in a normal ‘I’m so angry get out of my sight in 3..2..1...” kinda-way, but in a “I’m gonnna rip to shreds before you can even make it to the doorway” angry

you’d been told his anger was frightening, but you’d never seen it this bad, Satan had a moment and he saw you out of the corner of his eye and immediately regretted getting angry in front of you. It’s common knowledge that he’s gotten better at controlling his temper but he also promised himself not to get angry in front of you. He’ll go back to his room to calm down. Give him about three minutes before going in there, you don’t have to say anything he’s great full enough to have your company. Once he’s had a good while to gather himself he’ll apologize and its best to give him a reminder that everyone gets angry sometimes, that venting a little is healthy and you’re there for him. I promise you he will be so touched he’ll damn near cry

Leviathan:

Pretty similar to Mammon it’s not hard to embarrass this poor guy. It’ll probably happen when he gets a new package from Akuzon and one of the brothers (probably Mammon) gets the package first and opens it in front of Levi and you at the breakfast table. Now having one of his games opened itsn’t all that bad, but its a dating sim and one look at the main character makes it pretty obvious that they’re a dead ringer for you. Mammon will let out a roaring laughter and shove the game over to Asmo and Satan, who take turns loudly debating wether or not Levi bought the game because the main character looked like you, or if Levi’s dating you because you look like main character. Obviously this is mortifying for Levi, who snatches the game out of Asmo’s hand and rushes off muttering about how he should’ve known better than to let someone else get the mail this morning.

You should let Levi have a good half-hour before checking up on him. Quietly slipping into his room with a bowl of popcorn you can sit down next to him and ask if he’s started playing his new game yet. “Why do you want to know?” Levi’s gonna ask accusingly, letting him know you wanna spend time with him no matter what his brothers say about him and his game, will make him blush like crazy. The absolute best way to get him to forget all about breakfast though would be to ask him if you could stay and watch while he played. (Bonus points if you use watching him play a dating game as a way to give him pointers on wooing you)

Beelzebub:

Beel is too big, too soft, too precious to be embarrassed about anything. Or at least that’s what you thought, but when he caught sight of you in the stands he couldn’t help the blush that formed, his team noticed. Soon enough they started giving him little “oohs” and “ahhhs” and suggestive winks, saying that he should make sure to show off a little extra just for his “beau in the bleachers” you couldn’t see it from where you were but Beel got even redder and tried to laugh it off and back to practicing. Now this wasn’t the first time you’ve showed up to watch Beel practice, but it is the first time he’s known you were in the stands watching. Every time before you’d sat way in the back and watch for a minute or two before going off to do something else. Today you had no other commitments so you thought you’d stay and support him. But pretty early on you noticed he was fumbling more often than the other times you’d watched. You thought nothing of it, maybe it was just an off day, they happened, after all.

After practice when the two of you were relaxing, you brought it up and asked if he had a bad day before practice. Beel immediately reddened up, but had no qualms about explaining his team got him worked up about you being there and he was trying to look good for you but in the process fumbled up during practice. Seeing a blushing Beel is one of the cutest sights, and seeing that he got embarrassed of your behalf because he was trying to impress you is so adorable you cant help but smile really big at him and give him a quick peck on the lips.

Belphegor:

Belphie ended up embarrassed because you had spent a lot of effort into making up a nice night for he and you to go stargazing, but three hours before you were going to set off for your date he persuaded you into a nap. Belphie woke up before you did and when he looked at the time he saw that the two of you were supposed to leave an hour ago. He wanted to go back to sleeping and pretend in the morning like it was a big goof and you could go out another night, but he instead decided not to let all of your hard work go to waste. He softly shook you awake and while you were still recovering from your impromptu nap he had persuaded you to take, he explained that the both of you had overslept. He was so upset and embarrassed that he had ruined the date you planned but instead of you getting upset with him like he expected, you laughed. After you got yourself together you looked at Belphie “you know the starts will still be there even though we slept in, yeah?” Oh. Now Belphie understood why you laughed, but it didn’t really make him feel much better that you laughed about it after he felt so bad.

It’s written all over Belphie face that this whole deal got him upset, so you rolled out of bed, and pulled in your shoes “if we go now we can watch the stars, ill go grab the picnic basket from the fridge and hope Beel hasn’t beaten us to it.” You stopped by Belphie to pull him into a big hug before he got to his feet and joined you to go start your date.

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trash-but-respectable-trash · 4 years

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The brothers + Diavolo reactions to you taking them to a water park (and their reactions to seeing you in a swimsuit for the first time wink wink)

This is a continuation to my post on their reaction to an human amusement park, it’s a bit NSFW especially towards the end of the post.

Lucifer:

- Ok let’s start with what you came in for, his reaction to seeing you in a swimsuit for the first time

- He’s not a patient guy, so when you make him wait because you’re looking at yourself in the mirror of the changing room, he’s starting to lose his cool

- But when you finally come out, he’s speechless, he didn’t expect you to wear such a revealing swimsuit (you could literally be wearing a ski suit and he would think the same thing)

- He’s looking at every bit of skin that is usually covered by your uniform or everyday clothes and all he can do is smirk a little

- In his eyes, you’re gorgeous and no one looks better than you in the entire water park

- There’s no need to feel self conscious with him, he’s looking at you like you’re a piece of art and he just can’t stop looking at you

- He’s well behaved though, so he won’t make comments expect that you look beautiful

- Now that he has seen so much skin, he can’t help but wonder how you would look naked in his bed

- Ok now for the actual water park part, this dude is soooo pale

- He will put on so much sunscreen so he doesn’t tan during the day, he needs to keep his vampire aesthetic

- He’ll be wearing black trunks and an open shirt because he wants to hide his scars of his precious angel wings

- He really enjoyed the lazy river, for once in his life he got to relax for a couple of minutes

- Well, at least until Levi tried to drowned Mammon in two feet of water

- He’s the one causing the most trouble acting like they’re “accidents”

- As always, he’s having fun but he won’t admit it

Mammon:

- Just like Lucifer, he’s not a patient demon

- He was about to go get you when you came out

- He stop dead in his track, just taking the sight of you in whatever swimsuit you decided to wear

- It’s like he’s in a trance, he can’t get his eyes off of you

- You need to wave yours hands in his face for him to finally react

- He’s red as a beet and he actually can’t formulate a sentence

- When he’s finally calm enough, he’ll start going back to his old self and tell everyone who dare look at you to look somewhere else, you’re his human!

- But if you don’t like when he does it, he’ll stop

- On one particular slide where it’s a two person tube, he gets stuck with Lucifer and almost didn’t live to tell the tale

- Basically, Lucifer “accidentally” pusheed him of the tube and Mammon went over the slide almost falling to his death but somehow ended up falling directly in the pool below

- He also couldn’t use his wings because they’re prohibited from changing to their demon form when they’re in the human world for obvious reasons

- Other than the near death experience, he really liked the water slides and it was a great way to show off his body

Leviathan:

- At first he feels super awkward waiting for you to come out, there’s a lot of people and they’re not wearing a lot of clothes either, he’s not use to seeing so many 3D people wearing nothing more than swimsuits

- He was also sad that he couldn’t bring his consoles or phone because they’re not waterproof

- When you come out, he actually gets a nosebleed

- If he felt awkward being near strangers wearing swimsuits, how is he supposed to feel when YOU’RE the one in a swimsuit!

- He will get over it (eventually) but he will be a blushing mess every time he looks at you

- He’s a sea creature, of course he likes water and water parks

- Just be careful that he don’t accidentally change to his demon form and scare everyone there

- If he does and someone sees him, just say that he’s the water park mascot, yep that should work

- He will be in water 90% of the day, on water slides, in the lake if they have one or in the wave pool, as long as he’s in water he’s happy

- Also happy to have a chance to drown Mammon

Satan:

- He doesn’t like to be kept waiting in general, but for you, he’ll wait as long as it takes you to be confortable enough to come out of the changing room

- When you do, he stop breathing for a second and turns bright pink

- He didn’t thought much of it at first, but now that he’s actually seeing you in your sexy swimsuit, he’s really glad he accepted your invitation to go the water park

- He wish he was the only one seeing you like this

- Just like Lucifer, he has dirty thoughts throughout the day, especially when you get a nip slip while getting out of the wave pool, after that his mind is racing and the image is still burning in his head even though it was barely anything

- He’s a real gentleman, so he won’t make any comment about your little accident and will give a deadly state to anyone who dares even thinking about saying something about it

- On another note, he’s also very pale since there’s no sun in the Devildom and he’s indoors most of the time

- But demons don’t get sunburns, so nothing real happens to his skin other than a little tan that is barely visible

- He actually brought a book with him and instantly got it wet by Mammon, it wasn’t his best idea

- Even thought he didn’t have anything to read, he still really loved his day with you and even propose to go another time, but only the two of you

- Nope, it’s definitely not because he wants to see you in a bathing suit again

Asmodeus:

- He was probably in the changing room with you, switching between the 10 bathing suits he brought just in case

- There’s also a good chance he gets out of the dressing room after you

- He helped you choose your bathing suit the day before, looking for the one who compliments the most your form and your skin tone

- When he saw you try them on the day before, let’s just say his thoughts weren’t pure, they’re never pure

- But he managed to keep his hands to himself

- He still made lots of comments and tried to make you wear some questionable swimsuit that were definitely not appropriate for a water park full of people

- Honestly the swimsuit he actually chose to wear after trying all of them isn’t appropriate either

- When you get to the water park, he puts so much sunscreen and will propose to help you put sunscreen on places you can’t reach, accept at your own risks

- He doesn’t actually go on any water slides, because he can’t risk ruining his strawberry blonde hair with chlorine

- He might go waist deep in the wave pool if you ask him to go with you, but that’s it

- He’s flirting with anyone who finds him cute at the water park, you actually lose him for a while when he starts talking to some of his new fans

- If you don’t like it, he’ll stop and make sure you’re the only one who gets his attention for the rest of the day

Beelzebub:

- He brought lots of snacks, and since he isn’t allow to bring food on the water park grounds, he eats them all while waiting for you to get out of the changing room

- When you get out, let’s just say his appetite change for a different kind of snack

- He think you look delicious amazing

- He wonders what he did to deserve you

- He’s trying really hard to not just snatch you and go to a more private place

- You might need to return to the food court where you’re allowed to eat after every few slides because all the walking and sliding is making this boy hungry

- He’s so huge that he needs to go alone on slides where it’s supposed to be a two person tube

- Like mentioned before, he’s easy to please as long as you and Belphie are there, he’s an happy boy

- You’re also quite happy yourself, since you get to see him shirtless alllll day loooong

Belphegor:

- He missed you getting out of the changing room because he was sleeping as always

- When you wake him up, he actually ask if you’re an angel and if he’s still dreaming

- When he’s awake enough, he’s acting like seeing you in a swimsuit isn’t anything special, but deep down he’s a mess

- You’ll need to give him a moment before he stand up so he can calm his heartbeat and something else in his pants

- For real, he wasn’t super excited to go to the water park because it requires him to be awake, but after seeing you in your swimsuit he suddenly doesn’t mind staying awake anymore

- Beel will still have to carry him on his back like a koala

- Belphie insists for you to do every slide with him, which ends up with a fight between him and Mammon on who gets to go with you

- You should go on the lazy river at the very end of the day because after that he’ll be too tired to go on any more slides since he sleep all the way through the lazy river

- It will also take him a couple of days of sleep for him to recover from this very exhausting day

(I don’t know why, but the whole time I imagined him being too lazy to change into his swim trunk and just going on every slides with the sheep onesie he’s wearing in his new SSR card)

Diavolo:

- Another human culture activity, how fun!

- And he gets to show his awesome body (and see yours), it’s perfect!

- He has a soft spot for you, so he doesn’t mind waiting for you to get out of the dressing room

- When you get out, he thinks you look exactly like he imagined you would look like, even though he won’t tell you that

- His soft spot for you isn’t so soft anymore..... haha sorry

- For real, you can clearly see what effects you have on him since he’s wearing very form fitting swim trunk and let’s just say his dick isn’t small either

- He won’t act on it obviously, he’ll wait till your back at the house he’ll just say you look really good in your swimsuit and leave it at that for now

- He’ll attract tons of looks on himself since he’s really big in size compared to humans

- People won’t dare approch him though, he’s quite intimidating even when he’s smiling

- He will drag Lucifer with him on every single slides, he needs to try them all!

- He’s actually disappointed that he can’t take pictures on the water park grounds, he wanted to show Barbatos how much you guys were having fun that day once you all get home

#obey me #obey me!#obey me shall we date #obey me swd #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

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fellulahh · 4 years

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‘Mammon visits MC in the human realm and Lucifer gets jealous’ Part 17/???

Read Part 16 here!

“What’s happening?” Beel asked confused, appearing in the room.

“Go make sure MC’s okay.” Satan commanded. “Please just make sure she’s still in her room.”

Although Diavolo was startled when Lucifer practically beat his door down, he wasn’t surprised to see him; even if he was absolutely writhing in anger. From the moment he saw Lucifer’s expression, he knew that the eldest brother had discovered something.

“Lucifer.” He spoke amused, “What is the meaning of your abrupt arrival?”

“We need to talk.” The eldest brother demanded. “You have been deceiving myself and everyone for the past months but most importantly, MC.”

“I’m listening.” Diavolo spoke intrigued as he stood up from his chair, making himself a drink. “Do go on.”

“You lied to me. I confronted you about your scheming with MC and you manipulated me into believing that you took her into your palace out of the good of your heart.” He spoke through gritted teeth, “You have been duping me for months.”

“And what brought you to this miraculous conclusion?” Diavolo asked interested as he downed his drink all in one, discarding the glass to one side.

“Your journal.” Lucifer seethed, “I’ve seen it. I’ve seen the hundreds of notes, the pictures - everything about your ploy to unite the realms...including your letter.”

“My letter?” Diavolo pretended to act surprised as his body grew tense.

“The one to your Father.”

“Ah, that old thing.” He chuckled darkly. “What of it?”

“I want you to explain it.” Lucifer commanded as his body began to shake from anger. “What are you planning to do with our baby?” Both of the demons glared at each other as they were separated by nothing but a desk. Lucifer’s wings spanned across his back and some of his hair flopped into his face. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll show MC everything.”

Feeling the conversation heading south, Diavolo flickered into his intimidating demon form. Towering over everything in the room, his colossal muscles were on show as sat back in his chair. Momentarily a smirk crossed his face but then he soon turned serious.

“Well you see Lucifer - that baby plays a very important role in our world. I had once planned for MC to carry my heir thus creating a uniting bond between ours and the human realm.” Diavolo admitted as he stared into Lucifer’s reddening eyes. “But then you got in the way.”

His words immediately angered the eldest brother. Scrunching his face, Lucifer shot across the room, leaning on his palms as he towered over the desk. “You mean to tell me that you wanted to use her as a mere pawn in your plan to unite the realms?”

“That’s what I thought - at least when I wrote that letter. There’s a reason I never sent it.” Diavolo spoke ambiguously, silencing Lucifer. “All this time I thought I was doing everything for the sake of the realm but it’d seem I’ve been lying to myself too.” Lucifer watched him coldly, anticipating his next words. “It’d seem that the realms were actually never in my concerns when I configured this plan.”

“My patience is wearing thin.” Lucifer warned as his chest heaved.

Diavolo’s face hardened as he contemplated over his thoughts. Meeting Lucifer’s glare, he didn’t blink as he spoke. “It was my love for her.” He revealed.

“What?” Lucifer asked quietly, “You love her?”

“For quite some time now.” Diavolo nodded, “I never planned to unite the realms by having a baby with her - really I just wanted her to rule by my side. A mixed species baby would just be an added bonus.”

“You cheated me.” Lucifer writhed. “You exploited my fears as a boost for your own game.”

“And I haven’t lost yet.” Diavolo shook his head with a grin. “Every time you shut MC away and aren’t able to step up to being a Father, you push her into my arms. In time, I can see her losing love for you and - well - finding it elsewhere. She’s going to need somebody who’s ready to be a Father, Lucifer.” He smirked. “She hasn’t got long left until the baby will be here.”

“MC will want nothing to do with you once she learns your true intentions.” Lucifer warned, somehow remaining calm.

“Will she not? And what exactly have I done wrong?” Diavolo questioned, leaning forward.

“You deceived her.”

“I merely just concealed my love for her Lucifer - you’re going to have to do better than that.” He chuckled.

“You contemplated using her.” Lucifer spat.

“But I didn’t use her, did I? That was just a meagre thought that crossed by mind while I was attempting to deny the feelings I had.” Diavolo challenged, pulling at his strings. “Besides, you’ve done far worse - I recall you attempting to kill her twice. Had you not been stopped you would have succeeded. What kind of Father has attempted to kill his baby’s mother twice?”

“Your pathetic attempt of manipulation will no longer better me.” Lucifer spat. “You stay away from MC.” He ordered, “Or I will tell her everything.”

“Is that really your decision to make?” Diavolo raised an eyebrow.

“It is when my baby’s concerned.” Lucifer stated.

Diavolo was taken aback by Lucifer’s comment. Despite the feud they were having, the eldest brother had still been one of his most trusted advisers for centuries. In that one moment, Diavolo seemed to forget about their conflict and felt a small shred of pride for Lucifer when he finally acknowledged his baby.

“You’re ultimately stepping up then?” Diavolo questioned his words.

“What choice do I have? The longer I hide my fears, the more you threaten to take her away from me.” Lucifer spoke quietly but in a very stern voice. “I’m not going to let that happen because I was too proud to admit how I really feel.”

“So you love her?” The Prince asked very seriously.

“Ardently. And you’re not going to get in the way of us any more.” Lucifer ordered, “If you truly love MC then you’d leave us be - or would you really drive her baby’s parents away from each other?”

Not saying another word, Lucifer left the room before he’d do something he may live to regret. Diavolo was left in silence as he disappeared down the hallway. He let out a long sigh as he poured himself another drink, only this time he filled the glass.

Leaning back in his chair, he pulled open one of his desk drawers as Lucifer’s words repeated in his head, removing a small photo that was concealed inside. Gazing down at the image of him and MC sat inside The Fall with his arm draped around her, he allowed his eyes to grow glassy. “I’m sorry.” He whispered to the photo. “I have wronged you.”

As he continued staring down at the photograph, Diavolo was oblivious to Barbatos stepping into his study. “My Lord.” He spoke quietly but in his usual professional manner.

The Prince looked up from where he sat, meeting his servants eyes. “Barbatos.” He nodded.

“Please forgive me for interfering. I’ve se—“

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” Diavolo interrupted with a sigh. “You saw what happened, did you? You saw what would happen if I were to continuing putting on this act and stepped in before it was too late.”

“I did, My Lord.” He confirmed, “I never intended to disobey you but the fate of Devildom depended on it.”

“I know.” Diavolo breathed, “You have always been my most loyal servant - I know you’d never do something intentionally if it weren’t for the right reasons.”

Barbatos watched Diavolo intently, surprised at how calm he was. He wasn’t used to seeing his Lord hurt. “Indeed.” He spoke softly, “Is there anything I can get you, My Lord?”

“No.” Diavolo shook his head, “I wish to be alone. But please see to it that MC’s belongings are delivered to the house.”

“Right away, My Lord.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me imagines #obey me one shot #obey me fanart #obey me diavolo #obey me drabble #obey me imagine

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ikemen-stories · 4 years

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~My MCs list~

It's a hobby of mine creating OCs so it was just a matter of time before I ended up creating a bunch of MC for my favorite games. Unfortunately I'm not very good at drawing so I had to use picrew to create an image of them.

Ikemen Sengoku

Name: Kokuri Momose

Age and birthday: 26 years old ~ 8th August (Leo)

Personality: A bit of an airhead with a child-like nature, she's a sunny and clumsy tornado with a great adaptive capacity and a very low self-preservation instinct. She doesn't have a lot of patience and can't stay quiet to save her life: the only way to have her sit down is to give her sewing work. Because she's always running around without paying attention to her surroundings, it's not uncommon for her to get hurt but she usually laughs it off.

Kokuri is very touchy and likes to give and receive hugs. She also usually needs to establish some kind of body contact while she's talking with someone but she's not completely aware of it, it's more like a habit, without any other meanings.

Likes: girly stuff like ribbons, outside spaces, running, hugs.

Dislikes: being unable to move freely, sour things, having to stay inside all day, silence.

Miscellaneous:

She has a habit of switching her glasses with Mitsunari's and Sasuke's just for fun. She's also the kind of person that can be found searching for her glasses while they are sitting right on top of her head.

She gets scolded by Hideyoshi on a daily basis but she usually gets away with it by searching Nobunaga's protection.

Any attempt to flirt with her goes right over her head, doesn't matter who is trying.

She doesn't understand sarcasm and that drives Ieyasu crazy. "Not another one...!"

Every morning, when Kokuri opens her eyes, Hideyoshi feels a new massive headache coming.

Ikemen Revolution

Name: Maeve Walsh

Age and birthday: 27 years old ~ 11th May (Taurus)

Personality: She's calm and collected, with a good head on her shoulders. She has a somehow arrogant way of talking but she's extremely hardworking and she's willing to do any necessary chores, being them as humble as they can be. She doesn't have a great adaptive capacity so at the beginning, when she arrived to Cradle, she freaked out a bit in her head and it's been difficult for her to come to terms with the fact that she was in another world with magic and all.

She has a sweet-tooth but doesn't like to admit it and pouts everytime someone points it out.

Likes: sweets, work, being independent, coffee, smoking.

Dislikes: inactivity, having no control over what happens to her, rapid changes.

Miscellaneous:

She's Irish. She moved to London because she's aiming to work for a famous patisserie of the city one day. She was gaining some experience in another less famous patisserie before ending up in Cradle.

She like to smoke but she only do it when she's anxious, sad or in a bad mood because it helps her relaxing.

She may look easy to order around due to her usually calm behavior but the sassiness is strong with this one. She doesn't esitate to answer harshly if someone disrespect her. She usually doesn't even raise her voice but being a huge smart-ass she's able to make almost anyone lose their temper.

After a while everyone agreed to NEVER put her in the same room with Jonah or Oliver.

She usually wears a formal and mature attire and doesn't appreciate frilly things.

Ikemen Vampire

Name: Chika Kitowa

Age and birthday: 24 years old ~ 19 December (Sagittarius)

Personality: She's an easygoing and enthusiastic girl that's always up to try new things and visit new places. She's very extravagant and lives in her own little world so she may come across as a lightheaded person. A little gullible, it's easy to fool her and she's not able to convincingly lie.

She's not able to hold a grunge against someone and, even when someone menages to piss her off, she always ends up forgiving them after the fight. The time needed for her to forgive them depends on how the other part reacts: she's not against giving someone the cold shoulder for a while if they really crossed the line without even say sorry.

Likes: her cellphone and headphones, discovering new places, listening to music, reading.

Dislikes: being told to shut up, being ignored, going to sleep.

Miscellaneous:

She is one thing with her headphones and cellphone and it's been a real shock for her to learn that she was going to live without it for a while.

After the charge of her headphones run down she kept hanging outside Mozart's room in order to listen better to his music. In the end, she menaged to even befriend him to the point that he even allowed her to stay in the same room while he plays.

She tends to talk too fast and sometimes even her thoughts aren't able to keep up with the speed of her mouth.

She's a natural redhead but she completely dyed her hair of a light sky blue a while ago. Now she keeps just a few locks dyed.

It's not uncommon for her to start singing loudly while doing her chores around the house, singing even louder if someone shouts at her to shut up.

A3!

I like Izumi too much to substitute her with someone else so for A3! I've created an "extra".

Name: Noriko Moriyama

Age and birthday: 19 years old ~ 17th October (Libra)

Personality: She's a nerd type of person, always with her nose stuck in a book. Being quiet and a little shy, she doesn't have a lot of friends. Despite her reserved personality, she does a 180 degree turn when she talks about her favorite stories and linguistic facts: she becomes kind of over-excited and very talkative, nearly impossible to stop.

She has a weird sense of humor and often comes up with terrible jokes that usually she keeps in her head due to her shyness: that's why sometimes she giggles on her own.

Likes: every kind of stories, over-sized hoodies, linguistic, bad jokes.

Dislikes: insects, math and any type of calculation, headpats.

Miscellaneous:

She studies linguistic and literature at the local University and she has became close with the Mankai company through Tsuzuru since they share some classes. She often helps him as a sort of beta-reader for his script.

She's very small and looks a lot younger than her actual age to the point almost no one believes her when she says how old she is.

She's easily embarrassed: the smaller compliment is enough to set her face on fire.

She's a scaredy-cat but she keeps watching horror movies because she likes them. But she need someone to hold on for dear life and hide her face when there's a jumpscare.

Nobody is able to take her seriously the few times she gets angry.

OBEY ME!

Being a big fan of Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic and already having Solomon in game, I couldn't help myself and I ended calling my MC Sheba. I had to!

Name: Sheba Nirmal

Age and birthday: 25 years old ~ 20th February (Aquarius)

Personality: An extremely strong-willed girl, she has a very short temper and a bossy attitude. She's smart but has a tendency to do dumb things due to her contrarian attitude. Also, she has a mischievous side and won't esitate to organize pranks on people that gets on her nerves.

Despite being always ready for a fight and a hothead, she has a weak spot for cute things and she likes playing with children.

Likes: any type of cute things, pranks, eating, riding a motorcycle, kids.

Dislikes: finding someone stronger than her, people bossing her around, rules that she doesn't understand, smart-ass remarks.

Miscellaneous:

Her signature phrase is "Fight me!". She uses it almost as filler words so after a while nobody takes her seriously anymore when she says it.

In the human world, when she was younger, she was a member of a motorcycle gang and kind of a thug so she used to knows how to handle a fight. But of course now everyone could pulverize her in a moment and this really piss her off.

The faster way to distract her and keep her from fight someone is to give her a cute plushie.

She risks to get killed almost once a day, sometimes even twice. Among the brothers, the only one that never tried to kill her so far is Mammon but the two of them bicker on a daily basis.

She has a 9-years-old sister in the human world that she believes being the cutest thing in the entire world and used to spoil rotten, so she really doesn't understand why the brothers relationship is falling apart.

Mystic Messenger

Name: Yun Pyeon

Age and birthday: 22 years old ~ 17th September (Virgo)

Personality: She has a caring and mother-like nature, a type of calm behavior that is able to shoote the ones around her. She is very patient and usually puts others well-being before herself. She's also very emotional and a bit of a crybaby when it comes to sad stories; also, she is not good at all at hiding her emotions and thoughts. She can be quite stubborn when she makes up her mind and is known to be extremely scary when enraged.

Likes: cuddles, animals, fluffy and warm blankets, playing with other people's hair.

Dislikes: people who yell a lot, bullies and violence, crying.

Miscellaneous:

A disapproving glance from her is able to put anyone to shame (but she almost never gives it to anyone).

100% determinated to hug and comfort-cuddle everyone in need.

She worries a lot about RFA members's sleeping schedule and what they eat.

She gives a lot of headpats, the sweet and gentle type. It doesn't matter if the receiving end is taller or older than her, headpats are her favorite way to comfort someone whom she is not close enough to hug.

She doesn't like being seen sad or troubled, that's why she really hates crying in front of someone else.

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foreverfamilyforevervongola · 7 years

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Fevered State

Rating: T Summary: Xanxus has the task of bringing Fran to the airport so he can catch his flight to Japan. He has a business meeting beforehand, so the pair stay at a hotel where they will wait until it’s time to leave for Fran’s early morning departure. During the night Fran catches a high fever, and it’s up to Xanxus to ensure his health does not take a turn for the worse. Note: Happy Reborn Day!

Leather suitcase with gold clasps resting on the top of red silk sheets, Xanxus slammed the lid shut, a sharp scowl on his features. Hooking two fingers beneath the padded handle he hoisted it up and stormed into the corridor, boots pounding forcefully against the marble floor. Crimson eyes flashing to the silver watch around his wrist, his scowl deepened when he realized the time. He removed his cell phone from his pocket and dialled the number of his illusionist for the third time.

“Time is money. You waste my time, you owe me. Fees will be determined at my discretion and you will be invoiced.”

Xanxus snarled at Mammon’s monotone voice recording. “You’re the one wasting my effing time, you piece of merda. When I get my effing hands on you I’m going to snap your neck.”

He hung up and very nearly flung his phone against the wall just to spite Mammon, who couldn’t stand the unnecessary purchases they made. But he only cracked the screen, his fingers curling tightly around the device.

It didn’t go past his notice that his bond with Mammon was restricted this particular day, the illusionist’s emotions distant and subdued. Wherever he was, Mammon knew very well he was going to be in for hell when he got home—he was, after all, the one who left Xanxus a note informing him that he had to take Fran to the airport to make his flight to Japan for early tomorrow morning.

Striding into the wing of the mansion where the spare rooms were housed, Xanxus kicked open the closed door, sending it sailing from its hinges. The nine-year-old illusionist ducked to avoid getting clipped in the head, watching as the wood splintered against the opposite wall.

“You probably go through a lot of doors in this place,” Fran drawled. “Knocking also works, though it’s probably not destructive enough for you.”

“There’s already a damn good chance of you not making it back Japan alive,” growled Xanxus. “It’s in your best interest not to make it worse. Are you effing ready?”

Fran hefted his duffel bag over his shoulders. “Yup.”

“Get your ass to the truck.”

Fran strode past Xanxus, pulling an irritated face when the man slapped the back of his head. As he headed for the stairs Xanxus retraced his steps and ventured towards Belphegor’s bedroom. He opened the door in the same manner he had Fran’s and the blonde jolted up from his lazy position on his bed.

“What the hell?” he demanded, glaring at the fallen door. “What was that for?”

“For not effing knowing where Mammon is,” hissed Xanxus.

Belphegor shrugged his shoulders in a dismissive manner. “I’m not his keeper. He just said he was going to run a few errands and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. I didn’t really care where he was going. Isn’t it your job to know where we are?”

He dove to the floor in the nick of time, a series of bullets piercing through his wall and causing chips of paint and plaster to rain down. Xanxus’ fury boiled through his bond and Belphegor grinned, knowing it was mostly towards Mammon’s little disappearing act. Xanxus absolutely despised it when he wasn’t aware of where they were at all times and Belphegor couldn’t wait to see what punishment Mammon would receive.

Levi immediately stepped out from his bedroom, lingering in the hallway outside of the prince’s room. “Oi, are you bothering Boss again?” he demanded.

Xanxus whirled around, eyes narrowing. “It’s your effing fault too. Why the hell can’t you bring the small trash to the airport? I’ve got merda to do and this is all a damn waste of my time.”

Levi eyed the barrel of Xanxus’ gun with apprehension, keeping watch for the minute tic that would be enough of a signal to send him diving for cover. “I would love to bring the brat to the airport for you, Boss, but then Bel would be left home alone.”

“Hey, I’m not a child anymore. I’m not gonna burn the place down. Again.”

Xanxus shot a glower at the blonde. In the back of his mind, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, it did make the most sense for him to deliver Fran to the airport. He had a meeting to attend at a hotel conference center and it was located ten minutes away from the airport. It was really the only option, with Lussuria and Squalo currently in Russia and Mammon taking off to do Lord knows what. Levi could take Fran, but there was no way in hell Xanxus was leaving Belphegor to his own devices. He could order Belphegor to go with him, for the prince knew better than to disobey, but it would create more headaches than he wanted to deal with.

“You’re all useless.”

He fired a few more bullets to emphasize his remark (Levi ducked in time and something shattered in Belphegor’s room) and stormed off. Fran was waiting next to his black truck when he appeared outside, the afternoon sunlight casting a glare off the sleek and shiny exterior.

Using his automatic keypad, the locks undid themselves with a solid click and Fran lazily swung open the back door and climbed across the smooth seat. Xanxus climbed into the driver’s seat and slammed his door shut forcefully.

Fran eyed the back of his head. “If you’re going to have coronary, I can stay here and take a limo to the airport tonight.”

The image of the nine-year-old wandering through the expansive airport terminal at four in the morning, when his flight was due to leave, caused Xanxus to frown. “We’re not wasting two trips on your sorry ass,” he said roughly. “You go by yourself and something happens to you, Rokudo is going to lose his merda and come after me. Then Sawada will have a damn breakdown when he learns I’ve killed one of his Guardians.”

Fran gave his head a shake. “That’s a very specific scenario.”

“You don’t shut up and I’m going to give you a scenario on the dozen ways I can destroy you in the three hours it takes to get to this forsaken hotel.”

Smirking slightly, Fran leaned back against the seat, arms crossed loosely over his chest. Xanxus started his vehicle and they were soon on their way, cruising through the backroads and beautiful cities. The radio played a consistent stream of songs, both current and old. When they were forty-five minutes into their journey and Fran stayed silent, Xanxus shifted his gaze towards the rear-view mirror, raising his hand to adjust it.

The boy was sleeping soundly, his head resting against the window and seemingly unbothered by the motions as the truck went over bumps and cracks. His mouth hung open slightly, softly puffing out air every few seconds.

Small miracle, thought Xanxus with a quiet snort, returning his attention to the road.

…

Three hours later they reached their destination, and Fran had not stirred once. Xanxus found this unusual, for while the kid was lazy he didn’t tend to drift off during the day. Parking his truck, he said sharply, “We’re here, small trash. Wake up or spend the night in here.”

Fran’s eyes cracked open and sat up, his head giving a dull pound. “What time is it?”

“Seven.”

“I thought your meeting started at six forty-five.”

“So?”

“It’s rude to be late.”

Xanxus rolled his eyes, quickly missing the quiet that had come with Fran’s slumber. “Get out. Bring my suitcase with you.”

Fran obeyed, snagging his bag along with Xanxus’ luggage. They exited the vehicle and crossed the parking lot, venturing towards the high-arched entrance. Xanxus shoved open the double glass doors and strode for the reception area. The nine-year-old felt the pressure in the room turn tense, Xanxus’ presence dominating the atmosphere. Employees were hastily moving to step out of his way, fearful glints in their eyes, and the receptionist at the desk was failing at hiding her anxiety.

Xanxus ignored her attempts at small talk, tossing his credit card carelessly over the wide oak desk and causing the receptionist to fumble for it. After it was processed, he gave his signature and shoved the key card into his pocket.

“Watch him,” he ordered sharply, “while I get this merda over with.”

Fran wrinkled his nose in annoyance. He was tired and all he wanted to do was pass out in a warm bed for more sleep. “Why can’t I wait in the hotel room?”

“Because I said so.”

With that, Xanxus spun on his heel and disappeared in the direction of one of the many conference rooms. The receptionist immediately turned her attention on Fran and asked earnestly, “May I get you anything?”

His throat suddenly feeling dry, Fran nodded. “Orange juice.”

“Of course, right away!”

Fran went to sit on one of the purple plush chairs, bags resting by his feet. A sweat broke out on the back of his neck and his eyelids grew heavy. A busboy quickly appeared with a can of orange juice, which Fran guzzled down. It relieved the scratchiness but only temporarily.

“You know what, give me half a dozen of these,” he muttered, idly rubbing his throat.

Xanxus returned to the lobby an hour later, where he found Fran still slouched in a chair, empty silver juice cans by his feet and head resting back, mouth hanging open as he slept. Shaking his head in annoyance, he approached the kid and kicked Fran’s side harshly. The teal-haired child jolted awake with groggy grumble, eyes narrowing in bleary ire.

“What?”

“I don’t know why you’re tired. You don’t ever effing do anything,” sneered Xanxus.

“It’s exhausting putting up with you people.”

Xanxus landed another kick and started for the elevator. Fran stood up, grabbed the bags and shuffled after him. They rode to the fourth floor and crossed through the mosaic-patterned carpet for their room. The second they entered the space Fran went for the double bed situated closest to the bathroom and collapsed into the sheets.

Xanxus arched an eyebrow at the soft snores that emitted from the small form. “Useless,” he muttered under his breath. He went over, lifted Fran further up the bed and jerked the covers over his body. He set the bedside alarm for three in the morning and went to retrieve a bottle of tequila from the minibar.

…

It was past midnight when severe discomfort cut through Xanxus, abruptly awaking him. He sat upright and snapped his gaze towards Fran. His eyes rapidly adjusting to the dark, he could make out the small frame curled beneath the blankets, trembling slightly. Xanxus swung his legs over the edge of his bed and went to the kid’s side, fingers pressing against the back of his neck.

It was burning.

Swearing, Xanxus ripped the blankets and sheets off of Fran’s body. In the haze of his illness he managed to register that his source of warmth was taken. Eyes inching open, Fran clawed for the end of the blanket, shivers racking his body.

Xanxus tossed the covers across the room, knowing Fran was in no condition to go after them. He strode for the bathroom, grabbing a white washcloth from the rack and soaking it in cold water. There was a wrapped thermometer in the medicine cabinet and he ripped off the plastic.

Fran had bundled himself in a ball and Xanxus gripped his wrists, forcing him into a sitting position. “Don’t move.”

Fran sagged against the headboard and Xanxus draped the cloth over his forehead. Beads of water slid down his flushed skin. His lips parted slightly, allowing Xanxus to slip the thermometer beneath his tongue.

With a brief couple of minutes to spare waiting for the results, Xanxus retrieved his cell phone from his jacket pocket. He was not surprised to see a missed call from Rokudo and dialled him back. When there was an answering click, he said sharply, “Brat’s got a fever.”

“I thought as much,” returned Mukuro, voice coloured with concern. “How high?”

“Don’t know yet. Pretty effing high. He’s still alive, but he’s not going to be if you keep bothering me, scum.”

“Ah.” Mukuro did not bother to keep the amusement from his tone, knowing full well Fran was in no danger of succumbing to his fever, not with Xanxus around. “Just wanted to make sure you wouldn’t violate the no medication rule unless it’s absolutely necessary.”

“Don’t patronize me. I effing live with an illusionist, I know the damn drill.”

“I’ll leave you to it. I must say, I’m rather surprised you bothered to return my call. I appreciate it.”

Xanxus growled under his breath and hung up, tossing his phone onto his nightstand table. He reached over and plucked the thermometer from Fran’s lips, scanning the reading. “Ah, hell,” he muttered, brow creasing at the one hundred and four degree Fahrenheit result.

He lifted Fran easily into his arms and strode for the bathroom. He cranked the nozzle and lukewarm water started gushing into the tub. At the sensation of his socks being removed from his feet, Fran felt a bloom of panic grow behind the fog of his fevered delirium.

“Don’t take off my clothes,” he slurred, unknowingly transitioning to his native language.

“You’re worrying about the wrong thing right now, small trash,” returned Xanxus, switching from Italian to French smoothly. “I’m leaving a damn layer on, relax.”

Fran did, head resting against the silk material of Xanxus’ pajamas, washcloth sliding slightly down his face. Xanxus removed the jogging pants, apple hood and burgundy sweater, leaving the child in his underwear and undershirt. He dipped two fingers to test the water, ensuring it wasn’t at a temperature that would cause Fran’s fever to take a turn for the worse.

Deeming it acceptable, he lowered Fran into the tub, his clothes quickly plastering to his body. Fran rested his head against the white porcelain, brow creasing in frustration as his body continued to shake. Xanxus took the washcloth, pausing to smooth Fran’s teal hair away from his face. He rinsed it under the sink tap with more cold water and placed it over the boy’s forehead.

“You’re a real pain in the ass.”

“’Mm not, you are,” returned Fran tiredly.

Xanxus leaned against the wall, eyebrow raising. “I wonder what it’ll take to silence that smart mouth of yours. Death?”

“You wish. I’ll come back and haunt the crap out of you.”

“We’ll see about that, small trash.”

Fran’s muscles eased slightly and his head lolled to the side. Staring blearily at Xanxus, his throat on fire, he said, “Thirsty.”

“Is that an order?”

“No. It’s a demand.”

“It’s the same damn thing, you idiot.”

But Xanxus went to retrieve juice from the mini-fridge and returned it to the child. For a brief moment, he wondered what the hell was wrong with him, playing nursemaid. But then contentment flared through him when he handed Fran the drink and he was reminded why. His chest rose and fell in resignation, knowing that despite his best efforts he had grown attached to the kid. The bond was there, new and developing, getting stronger day by day, and there was nothing even he could do to stop it.

When Fran finished the juice Xanxus handed him the thermometer. The teal-haired child placed it under his tongue, sinking a little lower in the water. Xanxus sat against the edge of the tub, arms crossed over his chest. Fran glanced over at him and muttered, “You don’t have to stay.”

“Shut up.” Xanxus reached out and held Fran’s jaw firmly, preventing him from talking and keeping the thermometer in place. “You die and I have to deal with the effing aftermath.”

Fran made a quiet hum of amusement and closed his eyes. Xanxus loosened his grip and, after a couple of minutes, removed the thermometer. It was slightly lower, but not quite enough.

For the next hour, Fran sat half-submerged in the tub, drinking the water and juice Xanxus would bring him. He would fall in and out of sleep, rousing when strong fingers would pull on his teal strands, for another thermometer reading. It was past one in the morning when Fran’s temperature reduced to one hundred and one, his health no longer at risk.

“All right, small trash. I’m effing tired.”

Fran did not answer, either too tired or because he was still too sick to process Italian. Xanxus hefted him out of the tub and set him on the floor. He tossed the kid a fluffy white towel and went to retrieve his pajamas. Fran extended his hand for them when he returned and Xanxus left the kid to it. When ten minutes passed with no sound, Xanxus furrowed his brow and shoved open the bathroom door.

Fran was sprawled out on the tiles, snoring loudly and his soaked clothes in a pile on the sink. Xanxus rolled his eyes and gave the kid’s side a nudge, but received no reaction. He was out cold.

“You’re a lot more trouble than you’re effing worth,” he informed, hoisting Fran into his arms.

The boy instinctively curled into Xanxus’ chest, fingers clutching at the material of his black pajamas. For a sick, slumbering child, the grip was surprisingly tight and no amount of tugging would relinquish it. Happiness and peace hummed through his bond and Xanxus sighed.

He turned off the bathroom light and went to bed, Fran resting over his chest. Xanxus curled his hand over the back of the boy’s neck, the skin no longer scorching to the touch, and turned off the alarm clock.

“You ever speak of this to anyone and I’ll shoot your brains out,” he rumbled, closing his eyes and quickly falling asleep, Fran secure in his hold.

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