#neither will belphie bc of the same thing

[mammonswhore]

Its okay if you don't like Thirteen because of her attitude and how the brothers lucifer act when she is around or because she chases solomon around but it's not okay to dislike her just because she is a woman. that's ridiculous.

#like she is salty towards mc #and its a given she has something against them #regardless i think beel would not like her #yk for the whole reaper incident #neither will belphie bc of the same thing #and I have my doubts with satan bc he is sort of friendly #but i have full trust on him that he will not act like lucifer #obey me #obey me thirteen #.val is spaming

[obeymehasinfluncedmythoughts]

hey i hope you're doing well!! i was wondering if i could request a oneshot that kinda diverges from canon ? so basically mc is given the chance to go back to the human world (permanently) or stay in devildom w the brothers. so everyone literally expects for them to stay bcs they really "happy" with the brothers + the (un)dateables,, but surprise:: theyre fucking ecstatic to go back to the human world !!!! and they re all like "why mc dont u love us 🥺" and mc just goes full rant about every shitty thing that happened to them in devildom: belphie killing them, brothers treating her as lilith's replacement, dangerous shit 😌😌😌😌 tHIS IS SO LONG N SPECIFIC OMG IM SORRY

Oo. Yes. This is it. I remember always choosing the "Yeah fuck you guys I wanna go home," choices lmao. There's so much I personally would say to them if put in that situation. One would be what the fuck.

This takes place after Belphegor kills you, but before you go home. The undatebles aren't really included because none of them really fit in with the scene I'm painting.

Also! To my followers, I'm thinking of opening a patreon? Idk if anyone would use it or not. It's just that I am trying to make money, and since I can't work consistently, this might be my best shot for now. It's just a thought! I won't do it if you guys think it's stupid. Thanks babes 💞

It was an offer from Diavolo that started all this.

After Belphegor had lashed out you'd taken to staying away from any of the brothers. You'd never totally felt safe around the demons. They are demons after all, but you trusted that someone would always be there to protect you. That was what you were told at least. It worked in many circumstances, but not when you needed it most. Not when you actually died.

You were miserable. Everyone could tell just by the way you acted. A frown was on your face the majority of the time, you were always on guard around any demons, and you spent the majority of your nights at purgatory hall for some reason or another.

It hurt them to see you so terrified of their presence. Any little fight they had now flashed like a warning sign in your mind, alerting you to the danger of meddling in demon affairs. You'd leave, and they'd become discouraged, only realizing how empty everything felt with you gone. They try to make it up to you, try to keep away from their natural tendencies to get a bit rowdy, but nothing works. You're still petrified in their presence.

That's when Diavolo asks you if you want to go home. You're not comfortable here, it's written on your sleeve. It's affecting your mental health, and despite how much it hurts to send someone so perfect away, he does suggest you leave. To get some help, reconnect with yourself, and possibly forget they ever existed.

You agree.

It's heartbreaking when they find out. Belphegor blames himself, and so does everyone else. They see his mistake as the catalyst for all your changes in personality, when really it was just the final nail in the coffin. After being forced to participate in a stressful school schedule, to deal with men constantly busting into the room despite the lock, being expected to cook for the avatar of Gluttony at least once a week, and to have to find new hiding spots for your precious items to avoid loosing them to Mammon, it was a lot. You were always up, ready for some crazy new happening, never resting even when your body was on the verge of collapse. Your body couldn't handle it anymore, and after Belphegor, you knew you'd never sleep again

You don't say goodbye to them.

Lucifer acts like it doesn't bother him, and he'll act this way until the day he ceases to exist. It does though. He considered you a friend, possibly more, but seeing as you willingly left the realm, it's clear that he misjudged the situation. Satan doesn't receive the news any better. He's a lot more angry then Lucifer, but deep down they both know the eldest is just better at hiding his feelings. The house is a wreck without these two micromanaging every aspect, but neither ever pleaded with you to stay.

They blame Belphegor, but they also blame themselves for not showing you how much you meant to them. Satan knows he could have done more. He should have. In all the books in his library, why is there not one explaining how to fix such a situation? Lucifer almost thinks the same, but he knows he does not need books. He should have noticed your little set backs from the beginning, without the help of a book.

Mammon doesn't completely understand what happened. He's confused, not knowing what he did to make you despise him so. Levi tries to explain, sometimes through teary eyes and anxious hand movements, yet it still never really sinks in. Part of him believes he could have possibly shown his affections more. The other remaining side can't stop chastising himself for not knowing.

The third eldest feels abandoned, and he doesn't know why. You're just a normie. Just some human who shouldn't mean anything to him, but you do. He hates it. Leviathan wants nothing more to forget you, but how can he when your ghost still haunts these halls?

The only one who seems to be able to move on is Asmodeus, but that's far from the truth. He's good at faking emotions. Sure, he's never really had to fake being happy, but all the improv disappointment and whiney attitudes have prepared him for this. Asmo looks fine. No one really worries about him. They should.

Beelzebub and Belphegor have been at odds ever since you left. They both blame the youngest, and whilst Belphie doesn't usually care about his sibling's opinions, knowing Beelzebub is so angry with him hurts. He can't fix it either. You're not coming back, and Beelzebub will always be angry with him for doing something so selfish.

And Beelzebub is angry. He moves out of their shared bedroom and into your room. For weeks he refuses to even speak to Belphie, and after that he only acknowledges him in passing. It's heartbreaking to watch, but Beelzebub doesn't care. You're gone.

#obey me #obey me! #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me mammon #obey me x mc #obey me angst #obey me luficer #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan

[yurischolar]

For the obm asks, 2, 3 OR 4 depending on the answer to 2, and 18

my tumblr desktop is fuckt up so i didnt see this until i went on mobile😭

2. Who is your favorite character and why?

tumblr deleted what i wrote originally so ig ill shorten it now ISDHIFSDFHF -_- i COULD say mammon (bc its true) but i do that unprompted anyways so ill go with simeon but for the same reason: his kindness and the complicated nature of it. it's easy to write him off as an overly kind angel or a manipulative liar when in reality he's neither: he's kind to the ones he cares for and often their loved ones in kind, but his duties in the devildom lead to tensions with those of status that he hides behind nice platitudes that he knows they can read through easily. he does things for his boss that screw over the demons, and then screws the angels over in kind. he fucks with lucifer bc he misses him and/or it's fun and lucifer lets him. also my god he's so pretty.

okay rest is under a readmore ILSHDFUIH

3. If your favorite character isn’t a brother, who is your favorite brother? Why?

OH I GUESS I GET TO TALK ABOUT MAMMON ANYWAYS. Mammon is a demon who, by nature, screws ppl over in very personal ways. it's what gains him the ire of his brothers, etc etc...but its very clear that kindness is a very deeply embedded part of his character? he lies and steals and kills and cares for those who can't care for themselves and watches out for his loved ones and, for as much as he puts on an irresponsible facade, the most responsible/diligent demon in the devildom trusts him the most for a reason. i will stop myself here bc i dont wanna clog the dash <3

18. Do you have any headcanons or lore about Obey Me! that you want to see become canon?

girl the second the events stop being fun and i uninstall the game for the third time...canon is MINE ILUFHSDUIFL. BUTTTTTT:

-lilith comes back and is nothing like what the bros remember her as being, and have to now reconcile their memories of her and the person she actually is.

-(my) mc becomes lucifer's personal assistant and starts fielding diavolo's calls. most of them are just him wanting to hang out honestly.

-belphie and mc start brawling. i think it would be funny tbh <3

-mc with angelic backgrounds (not necessarily lilith) start manifesting in the devildom/when surrounded by infernal celestial energies😳

#FANKS YOUUUU #obey me asks #doublepigeons

[obaby-me]

U usually do headcanons with gender less MC, right? Is okay then to ask for male MC but with a very feminine look? I am just reading a good novel with male who everyone mistakes as a girl bc he is too pretty *-* I'm just too deep in bl hell :')

Combining these two asks into one considering they’re so very similar.  I think you two anons would make great friends if you manage to find each other.

I hope you enjoy.

Lucifer

When you first arrived in the Devildom holding a kitty plushie, Lucifer had some concerns. Small, soft spoken, and requiring the comforts of a soft animal toy, he wondered how well would you cope among demons? It seemed to him that you were fragile of body and of heart.

As such, he feels like he has to be extremely gentle with you, and checks on you constantly. He always has an eye on you, if not his own, than one of his brothers. Should anyone try to harm you, or even mock you, a harsh glare from any of the avatars is generally enough to deter a sensible demon. Idiots with bravado that don’t back down from the warning however, learn firsthand why Lucifer is the first born.

Eventually his protection becomes less about duty and instead a want for your company and attentions. You’re quiet but affectionate, a kiss and not tell type that makes him feel secure that you won’t share the secret touches and pecks, and little rendezvous between the two of you.

Mammon

You’re the cutest little thing he’s ever seen. And Mammon doesn’t quite know how to handle it. In his terrible attempts of misdirection of his feelings, he puffs himself up as big as he can be by playing up his demon to your human, his masculine to your feminine, making insulting contrasts between you. It’s always mouth first before actual thought with Mammon. He has to quickly backtrack after the words leave his mouth and slowly return through his ears to finally rotate through his brain. You will have to have patience with him as he feels out what is and is not acceptable.

His brother Asmo defies many gender expectations like you, but Asmo’s had centuries of experience batting down Mammon’s bullshit. You have not, and he has to be more sensitive than that.

Leviathan

Levi admires you. You’re pretty as both a boy and a girl. And you know what that means? You can cosplay any damn thing you want. Levi harps on how lucky you are, and how he wishes he could be like you instead of a gross otaku (but he’ll never accept any advice on changing his look.) He wants to dress you up and take plenty of pictures, but also, he’s too shy to ask. So he leaves obvious hints and leading statements, and makes dramatic sighs that put Asmo to shame. He also is willing to dress up your cat plushie. He’s a little pushy about perfection however, and you’ll have to hold him back from trying to dye your plushie’s fur.

Satan

You are a beautiful man of culture. Satan can tell by the cat plush you keep at your side. He takes a liking to you instantly.

Your quiet nature appeals to him. He can read comfortably around you, and your gentle aura helps him keep his temper under stress.

He has no opinions on your appearance or your behavior, but he is aware everyone else may. You’re free to love and do whatever you like, feminine or masculine in nature, knowing you are well protected from any negative reviews by way of his sadistic reputation. They will be crawling to apologize to you rather quickly. (Sometimes literally.)

Asmodeus

Asmo is living. He’s thriving. The house certainly needs a more feminine touch around there. Asmo lives his life on that same line of pretty man, and he’s loud and proud of it. And he hopes you are too, on the inside at least, given that you don’t seem to want to make much of a peep on your outside. (Which is plenty cute.)

But if you’re not loving yourself, he’ll be fixing that for you.

If there’s anyone who knows how to fully appreciate the masculine and feminine, and the neutral should you prefer, and defying expectations in the name of beauty, it’s Asmo.  If you want to dress more masculine or more feminine or neither, Asmo knows just how to tailor an outfit for you. You want to dance on that line with him? He’s ready to waltz. He’s the perfect yes man to whatever appearance you want to make of yourself.

He will make your cat a matching outfit if you two are going out somewhere more formal, like Diavolo’s.

Beelzebub

You’re small and delicate in contrast his big and his tough. But the two of you are more alike than not. You‘re a quiet pair, and have subtle displays of affection for each other that you both recognize and appreciate in the other. Beel’s very empathetic and if your looks bother you, he doesn’t mention it. But if you like how you look, he compliments you plenty. He’s just supportive of anything you want and like to do, hobby wise, fashion wise, etc.

Your cat has a special spot on his bed when you stay with him in his room. He respects it like it’s an actual other person and acknowledges it when he says hello or goodbye.

Belphegor

You’re soft. You have met all the requirements to be Belphie’s new favorite body pillow. Your additional soft kitten plush is a bonus, though he’ll constantly complain that it’s not stuffed enough or it’s too stuffed, or it needs to be re-stuffed, and he offers to assist you in taking care of the thing constantly. It is skill developed through his own love of pillows and large plushies that then act as pillows.

Being his pillow means that you’ll need proper covering. Pajamas will be purchased for you in various fabrics for you to try—sometimes it’s just underwear, sometimes it’s full body sets. And sometimes he buys you ladies’ lingerie sometimes. He says he’s only teasing, but that’s only half the truth.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #headcanon #i had a hard time deciphering whether the initial request was specifically to when the boys ‘discover’ that the mc is male rather than femal #or if you only mentioned it because that’s what was happening in your BL novel #i’m not a real expert with understanding all the various genders and their expectations and how one should feel about their appearance #it’s a complicated concept to me #i hope none of the above is offensive

[mewtwo24]

Lucifer I want to hold ur hand

So like...I wrote this eons ago before all the Belphie chapters happened, but I’m still really proud of it? It’s like shortly after Lucifer goes coco-nuts at the end of chapter...12? I think? I came into the game a little late, and then the story took off and this became more of an au given the context

Under a cut bc it is a l o n g boi, as per usual, a little shorter than 2000 words. This is purely fluff hurt/comfort, nothing too heavy or that requires warnings. The MC in this is named Joanna.

Enjoy!

“I don’t know if I’ll ever begin to understand...”

Lucifer’s voice was so quiet, she could only barely make out what he was saying. Her mind was still foggy, still struggling to think beyond the dull ache.

“I never know whether to be impressed by your audacity, or find it foolish. Are all humans like you?” There was a slight huff, something akin to a chuckle--though the prospect made her more sure she was dreaming. His voice was never that tender, and most certainly never so self-effacing. “Perhaps that was a foolish question.” 

He didn’t specify whether that was because it was a good kind of obvious, or a bad kind. And she was too afraid to ask him to clarify--too certain his voice would disappear forever. The last time they had spoken he was beyond furious with her; it was the reason she was on what seemed to be some kind of medical bed. It couldn’t have been her room. Her room didn’t smell like bleach and sterilized dust.

“I know you’re awake, Joanna.” 

Her eyes shot open to find him smiling deviously to her left, hand intercepting the forearm that had instinctively leapt to her defense. She was surprised to find that his grip was gentle; only enough to stop her from hurting either of them.

“That’s one way to say good evening,” he released her arm after checking to make sure her IV was undisturbed. “But I truly wouldn’t have you any other way. Your courage has always been captivating.” 

She assessed him carefully--she wasn’t so delirious that she didn’t realize precisely who it was that landed her in what looked to be a human hospital. The throbbing in her head was no accident, and neither was the ache in her shoulders.

“I suppose I deserve that look.” His brows furrowed, “And I owe Belphegor much for deflecting the majority of my attack. Please, rest assured that I have no intention of directing violence towards you ever again. You have my word.” She could detect no slumbering threat in his gaze, no riddle in the firm line of his mouth. He was serious as serious could be--the most sober demon she had ever met. Her eyes widened when he bowed in that reverent way he always did in the company of the higher ranking demons, onyx hair cascading over his eyes. 

“I imagine Diavolo has already expressed his disappointment.” She laughed when his lips pursed and his shoulders stiffened, a clear sign she was probably right. “I don’t see any need to make you feel worse. Though, I would like it if there could be fewer threats in our exchanges.”

When he straightened he remained ramrod tense, as if he wasn’t sure what to say next. He didn't like being indebted to people, and he liked failing even less. 

And yet, despite everything, she didn’t want him to go. He was the first person to try to ease her worries in this realm--had given her enough information to protect herself, regardless of the situation's tenuous balance. As much as their final confrontation was about his struggle to let go of his haughtiness, it was also about the feelings they had been harboring for each other. She liked him--loved him, even--well aware of all the reasons she shouldn’t.

For all his attempts at guarded distance, he had offered her a great deal of freedom and care in this foreign realm. She knew he was trying, he had simply been a otherworldly being for a very long time; she imagined she had caused quite the uproar in defying him. But somebody had to. If there was one thing she’d learned in life, nothing good came of being entirely untouchable.

“Pull up a chair--that is, if I’m not keeping you from anything.”

Surprise flitted across his face, and it was a wonderful thing to see his honest reaction for a change. Was it because he felt safe with her, or because they were alone? She half-expected him to retreat in favor of making sure Diavolo’s requests weren’t neglected in the time he spent looking after her. For all his insistence of her lowly status, she was sure he felt a great deal of guilt and responsibility for the harm he’d inflicted. 

Despite his considerable strength, he fumbled getting the chair to cross the distance to the bed. She withheld laughter behind a sympathetic smile. Was that a bit of color on his cheeks? He didn’t say anything for a while, eyes trained on the bed.

“Lucifer?” She reached out to touch his pale hand, surprised to find it cool to the touch. Had he been eating properly since the fallout? She hadn't realized what she'd done until after the fact--he had held her hand when she'd revealed she was scared what seemed like hours ago.

“You can’t love somebody and control them at the same time.” He eventually murmured, staring at the hand that was on top of his own. It was entire minutes later that his gaze rose, “I was only just beginning to understand what that meant when you first told me. And perhaps I still don’t understand--not the way humans do.”

Slowly, he raised her hand up to his lips, eyes never leaving hers. “Make a pact with me.” The warmth of his lips and the gentle cycle of his breath against her skin made heat gather in her cheeks. “I want to learn more about this human way of loving.”

“What makes you think I want to make a pact with you? I thought demons couldn’t change.”

She could see him wilt the slightest bit after a spark of indignation, his eyes averted as he lowered her hand. She couldn’t help teasing him a bit--after all the trouble he’d given her to confess his feelings, it was a small price. “For the longest time, it was what I believed. But now I see that it was short-sighted, and self-indulgent.” He sighed. “It was precisely the reason that Belphegor became so cross with me--and Satan, as well. I was so desperate to look after them, to make sure what happened to--" he shook his head. "...would never happen again. I stopped seeing things clearly.”

“And what makes you so sure fear won’t rule you again?” Her eyes were clear; not condemning, but vigilant. She was willing to give him a chance, but he needed to prove that he had learned something from all of this. 

“I’m not.”

“Not?”

“I’m not at all certain. Demons are just as fallible--if not more so--as a result of their strength, their base extremity. I cannot promise that which I cannot foresee.”

When she began to withdraw her hand, his fingers tightened around hers before she could slip away. “But I intend to minimize that concern as much as I can. I imagine under your short leash, things will cease before they ever get to that point again.”

She relaxed when she found his carnelian eyes softly aglow, adoring as they landed on her. It was one thing to hope for such an outcome--it was another thing entirely to see it come to fruition. 

"I'm stubborn."

"As am I."

"I'm a strict instructor."

This earned her a wicked smile. "I should hope so."

"...I'm also mortal, Lucifer."

"And I intend to make you deliriously happy for all the years you will grace this realm. So long as you permit it--it doesn't change a thing."

Her eyes were getting misty. "Are you sure you want somebody as nosy and forthright as me?"

Both of his hands covered hers and he leaned forward--so confident--and stopped a hairsbreadth from her lips. 

"Do you want this, Joanna, as I do? All the good and bad that are to come with it?"

She hadn't been imagining things at all, passion burning in eyes that smoldered to a darker crimson. "More than anything," she breathed. 

His lips found hers shortly after that, gossamer but enough to leave his taste tingling on the surface when he retreated. She had a hard time trying to describe it; she wasn't sure if it was the lingering concussion or the otherworldliness. He reminded her of sunlight in winter, a warmth that tingles and heats you to the very core, her toes curling. He also reminded her of the bonfires--evergreen fueled--that emitted a smoky, spicy aroma into the air. Even the hint of sweetness from roasting marshmallows was there. 

"I am Lucifer, Avatar of Pride. I pledge myself to you, Joanna, that we may be bound by an unbreakable pact." 

She felt the rush that always accompanied bonding to powerful demons, her entire body going rigid with the influx of magic. One of his hands rose to stroke her cheek, and she felt the flicker of their new connection echo from the depths of her bones. 

“That was--”

“Disgusting, Lucifer, what the hell! Haven’t I told the lot of you before she’s my girl? Paws off!”

They both turned to see that Mammon had barged into the room without knocking or alerting anyone, as per usual. Asmodeus and Satan were following close behind with a tired look, though there were signs of delighted amusement in their gazes.

“It’s about time.”

“I’ll say--all that unresolved sexual tension was stressing me out!”

“I’m hungry, isn’t there a single place in the human realm that sells Devildom food, Joanna?”

“Can we hurry this up? I’ve got merch to pick up--they’re going to close soon!”

“Must the lot of you create an uproar everywhere we go--this is a human hospital, keep your voices down!” Lucifer snapped, scowling.

“Joaaaaaaannaaaaaaaa, how could you leave us alone with this grouch for three whole days--ow! What, did you want to put me in a hospital too!?” 

She grimaced at the familiar crack with which a pair of gloved hands struck Mammon’s head. Through their pact she could feel the flickering simmer of remorse in the depths of Lucifer’s heart, and she relaxed back into the bed. He felt a lot more than he let on. 

“Did the doctors tell you anything about my condition?”

“They were baffled in regards to your condition. We told them you, ah, fell down a staircase. They figured it was likely the product of head trauma, but they’ve been watching pretty closely…”

“I see,” she nodded towards Satan.

Lucifer rose from her bedside, not looking any of them directly in the eye. “I’ll see to it that they release you as soon as possible. I trust three days is an adequate recovery period.”

He strode out of the room, silence deafening. She counted to three in her head, wait for it…

“I can’t believe that weenie! We set everything up perfectly and this is how he confesses!”

“Joanna he was beside himself for days, are you part witch?”

“And he says I’m obsessed with Ruri-chan...”

Satan was the one to take a seat at the end of the bed as they chortled and jeered, shaking his head. “I know it may not seem like it, but we really were worried. We’re glad you came back to us.”

“Thanks Satan,” she smiled back easily, “Glad to be back.”

#obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me lucifer #obey me mc #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me fic #can you tell i THORST #i love this demon man so much... #doing his best #i also blame the tangled tv show for making me have lucifer feels all over again #ready as ill ever be just makes me n y o o m emotionally #i hope yall enjoy if you decide to read! #the fandom seems p chill so it made me feel comfortable posting