#obey me leviathan hanahaki

[belphegorspillow]

Petals [Obey me x Gn!Mc]

TW: Angsty one-shot, Reader has Hanahaki disease, death, lesson 16 spoilers

Multiple Endings at the bottom! + an Epilogue [I did my best to try make them the same amount]

Mc held onto the sides of their sink as blood and petals cover up the sink and counters.

Mc looked up at the Mirror, grabbing their mouth-wash and cleans out their bloody mouth. They started to wash away all the blood that covered the sink

This has been happening for months. Ever since they started to crush on them. Yet they knew they would never be able to date their crush...

The first time they saw a petal fall was when they told themselves that they would never end up with their crush.

The petals started white and pink before turning red as the thorns started to tear inside of their body dying the innocent petals the colour of their pain.

As time passed more petals came before it started to bring blood along with it. They couldn’t do much about it. All they knew is that their time was limited if they didn’t confess or get a surgery to remove the flowers - along with the memories of them...

Mc would keep it a secret from all of their friends, no way that they could let it slip that they were dying because of something stupid...a dumb crush... 

Each time their crush came up to them, they would feel the burning of the petals that were trying to escape their throat.

Every night Mc would force everyone out to be able to cough up petals that they were trying to hold back for the whole day.

Their friends and their crush would ask what was wrong. They would lie that they were alright. Nothing was wrong. They were okay....

No one needed to know...No one needed to...

“Oi MC!” Mammon yelled as he busted open the door. Mc panicked a bit as they tried to clean up the blood faster before Mammon would find them. As Mammon entered to find Mc’s mouth covered in blood, petals littering the bathroom counter. 

He screamed. “Mc!”

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“They have a disease called Hanahaki disease.” The doctor explained as the brothers stood at the entrance of Mc’s hospital room. They were looking between each other as expecting for someone to know. They could see the fear on Satan. They knew it was something bad.

“It means they have roses growing inside of them, it is slowly going to pierce through their lungs if it isn’t delt with.” The doctor explained as he showed an xray of Mc’s chest, roses were covering their lungs, as if it grew anymore it would kill them.

“Is there any way to prevent this from occurring?” Lucifer had some strain in his voice as he asked the doctor, clearly trying to not let his emotions get the better of him.

“There is a way. If we remove the flowers through surgery. But they will lose all memories of the person who they like and because of how bad they are already...it may not be 100 percent sucessful..”

“Who they like?” Satan soon sighed. “ Hanahaki disease is when a human has...feels for someone and they haven’t told them for a long time... They start to develop the disease... The ways to cure it is to confess to their crush or to get the surgery...”

The group went quiet. So Mc was going to forget someone if they get it removed.

“But, they chose to not get the surgery...” That suddenly got the attention of the group. “What.” Lucifer seemed angry at this. He was. Mc was going to die if they didn’t get this.

“Mc ain’t getting the surgery?!” Mammon was clearly panicked at this news. “Why aint they?! They can die!”

“My henry...They are going to die!!” “Poor Mc! They need the surgery!” “We can’t lose them again..“ “Mc... They have to get the surgery.”

“I don’t want to.” Mc opened up the door as they stared at each of the brothers, violently coughing as  red petals fell to the ground. “I chose that I don’t want the surgery. I don’t want to forget him and I know he won’t feel the same so I don’t want to confess either... So my only choice is this. None of you can change my mind. It’s final.”

The group would look at Mc, as much as they were pained to try and get Mc to reconsider. But they didn’t.

They were going to die... and they had to accept that... So they were going to spend as much time as they could with Mc before they die... they had to...

.

.

As Mc was reaching their final few days, they could barely breath anymore. They decided they would spend it with their crush for their final moments...

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ENDINGS:

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Lucifer

Lucifer was in his study, classical music was playing softly as he was doing his paperwork. A soft knock came at the door where he called them inside.

“Hey Lucifer...” Their soft raspy voice caused Lucifer to look up at them, seeing their normally warm skin turn pale, their eyes having so little light and blood on the edge of their mouth. It hurt Lucifer...It hurt him so much...

“Can we hang out for a bit. You need a break... Let’s take a walk.” Lucifer pushed himself out of his seat. “Mc, you’re too weak to go out and-”

“That’s why you’re coming with me. Now lets go before it gets too dark.” Mc started to head out, with Lucifer sighing softly and going to follow

As the two left and started their walk, Lucifer made sure to have a grip on their side incase they were to start to feel lightheaded.

Mc smiled weakly as the breeze pushes the hair out of their face as the two were walking.

“Thanks for coming with Lucifer...” “Of course Mc. I enjoy spending time with you...” Mc smiled a bit as they felt their heart beat faster before a coughing fit started and Lucifer held them close as he watched the petals and blood fall onto the ground. 

“We should go back-” “There is a park that isn’t too far. Lets go there.” Mc cut him off and smiled as they wiped the blood from their mouth. “It will be fun. Come on.” They held his hand and started to walk ahead a bit as to lead him to the park.

As the two reached the location, up on a hill in the park, Mc sat down on the grass and smiled a bit, patting the spot beside them. Lucifer hesitated before looking at Mc again and sighed, sitting beside them on the ground.

As the two sat in silence, Mc looked at the view and hummed. “I will miss the Devildom...” Lucifer looked at them again and seeing as they were tearing up. “I will miss your brothers, and their shenanigans.... Don’t tell Satan that I told you this, but he is the reason why your hair was dyed entirely gray once.” Mc laughed before coughing violently as they felt their breath disappear. They fell onto the ground as they were coughing violently. 

“And most importantly...I would miss you...” They whispered as their eyes were closing. “because...i love you...” 

Lucifer grabbed onto them, transforming into his demon form as to try and get back to the hospital nearby. He didn’t care if you were against the surgery...you needed it...you can’t die... not now...please... don’t die on him. He loves you too. He can’t...no please...don’t...

Lucifer felt your body go cold, no heartbeat, no pulse...nothing... He sat there, craddling Mc in his arms as tears started to fall.. 

‘Why didn’t you just forget me...‘

Mammon

“Mammon.” Mc grinned a bit as they went into his room, they were holding onto the wall as they were trying to go over to him. “Wanna watch some movies together?”

Mammon looked at Mc, he frowned a bit as he missed their normal, more vibrate personality. He hated seeing how weak they had become...

As Mammon set up the movies, Mc would curl up into his side and look at the screen and hums a bit. They look at Mammon who had his arm around them. They felt their heart start to beat faster before they started to cough intensely.

“Mc-” “I’m fine.” Mc coughed as they wiped the blood and petals from their mouth. “It’s not as painful as before.” They smiled at him tiredly. They moved to sit more comfortably on the couch and tried to relax

Mammon stared at them before starting to tears up.. he rests his head on their shoulder, causing them to get flustered, but it didn’t stop the petals that were clogging up their airway.

“Why don’t you just...get the surgery... Whoever ya forget, it doesn’t matter... I don’t want ya to leave me...”

Mc tears up as they open their mouth about to speak when they started to feel light headed, intense pain coming from their chest as they moved their hand to their chest.

Their lung got ripped... They were dying. Mc started to close their eyes before whispering softly. “I didn’t want to forget you Mammon...I loved you too much...”

Mammon froze at hearing that, he would be flustered and excited that his crush liked him back, yet they didn’t move. He didn’t hear them talk, they went cold...

They were gone. Mammon moved to hold them, staring at their closed eyes. They looked so peaceful...yet they were gone..

Mammon couldn’t see clearly as his teared filled his eyes. He screamed and cried.

Mc was gone.

“Why did ya have to leave me...’

Leviathan

Mc was trying their best to heal Levi as he was storming through the dungeon in the game the two were playing.

Levi had been asking Mc to play the game with them forever, yet they only decided to play it with him today. 

Levi was determined to finish the game. They didn’t have a long time to complete it. He didn’t know how much longer you would be with him... He needed to go through and spend as much time as he could with you.

“Levi...can we have a break? My hands are starting to cramp” Levi paused the game and panicked a bit. “Are you okay?! I-is it something to do with the disease? Are you leaving me?”

Mc grabbed Levi’s hands and looked at him. “Calm down... It’s just that my hands hurt from playing...” Levi nods his head and looks down, mumbling sorry.

“Are you scared?” Levi asked Mc softly. “Scared that you are dying?” Mc looked at their crush and hummed. “A bit... I’m also upset that I can’t spend time with anyone anymore. I will miss playing games with you and binging anime.” They laughed as they thought about it, before they violently started to cough up petals.

“Mc!” Levi went over and grabbed a bottle of water nearby as well as held onto Mc to prevent them from falling and getting hurt if they were going to faint.

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” Mc smiled weakly as their hand reaches to hold Levi’s. They sighed softly.

“I’m terrified honestly Levi...” Mc told him. “I’m scared... I don’t want to die...”

“Why didn’t you get the surgery.” Levi asked them as he tears up a bit and looked at them. “Whatever normie you would have forgotten didn’t matter! It’s not fair you have to suffer because of them.”

As Mc was going to respond, they started to violently cough. They held onto Levi, who grabbed them. He was panicking. “I-I will get Lucifer!” Levi tried to help them up, but they weakly pulled him down.

“It’s too late Levi...” Mc told him softly as they were coughing. They were tearing up as the pain was getting worse. They knew this was their last moments - Levi knew this too. Neither one wanted this.

“I love you Levi...I love you...” Mc whispered, but even though they confessed, they still died, because of the thorns destroying their lungs.

“Mc...” Levi stared and cries as he held onto their hand.

“Why did you leave me...”

Satan

Mc was sitting with Satan outside in the garden of the House of Lamentation as a small group of kittens were sneaking inside the gardens.

Satan would pet one gently as he looks over at Mc. “How is Ms Paws doing?” He asked as Mc was happily petting the small kitten.

“Ms paws is really cuddly.” They laughed weakly as they hummed a bit. They were trying to hold back the feeling of coughing up the petals.

Satan seemed to take notice and grabbed their hand. “If you hold it in, you could get worse...” He told them. They nod a bit and quickly pass the kitten over to Satan before moving and starting to cough up petals.

He would place down the kittens before going over to rub Mc’s back gently. That didn’t seem to help as Mc was still coughing violently. 

“Let’s go inside... you’re getting worse..” Mc shook their head as they were stopping their coughing fit. 

“It’s fine. I want to be outside... It’s nice...” Mc looked to where the kittens were and frowned. “They left.”

“They went back to their mom..” Satan gestured over to the group of kittens surrounding a cat that was escaping out the garden with the kittens.

Mc smiled a bit and sighed softly. “I really wanted to spend more time with the cute kittens! Now I can’t.” Mc pouted a bit which Satan looked at them.

“You could...If you go and get the surgery...” He suggested. Which Mc huffed and shook their head.

“I can’t. I’m in too bad of a condition to get fixed up now.” “Not true.. You can get it removed and angel magic can-”

“Satan. I said I’m not going to.” Mc said firmly as they look at him. “I am not going to do it. As much as you try.”

Satan frowned and looked at them. “Why not.. You are choosing to keep feelings for some guy than dying...”

“Because... I want to remember him... even if i’m dying.” Mc hummed as they started to cough again, petals and blood fell into the grass. It didn’t seem like their coughing fit was stopping anytime soon.

Satan went over and he grabbed their side, he noticed the light in their eyes was fading. “Mc-”

“I don’t want to forget you..” Mc whispered as they closed their eyes and their body went limp in Satan’s arms.

“You...” Satan was quiet as he stared at their face. He placed them on the ground before slamming his fist into the ground out of anger. He was angry. He hated himself. He was the reason. Why didn’t you just forget him.

“I should have forced you to forget me..”

Asmodeus

Asmodeus was finishing up with the outfit that you were wearing. “There. You look perfect my darling.” He smiled a bit, though it seemed a bit forced.

He hated how the outfit didn’t make you look like you... Your vibrate skin was pale, your bright eyes were duller. Nothing about your appearance made him hopeful you would survive...

“Thank you Asmo. I look really amazing thanks to you.” Mc spun around before wobbling a bit and Asmodeus grabbed onto their arm, leading them to sit on his bed.

“Be careful! I don’t want you getting hurt.” Asmo stared at Mc who smiled before feeling their throat blocking up with petals so they moved quickly to try and get to the bathroom, but were too weak to stand so they started to cough petals all over the ground

Asmodeus hated the sight, but he would deal with it to try and help Mc. He moved them to his bed, not minding that they were coughing blood and petals all over his sheets.

“Thanks Asmo...Sorry you have to deal with it...” Mc apologised as they were going to wipe the blood off of their mouth - which Asmodeus did instead with a napkin.

“It’s okay dear... I want to make sure you’re okay...” Asmo stared at them before tears started to fill his eyes. “Why Mc... Why didn’t you get the surgery!”

He cried as he moved to hug them. Mc looked at him and hugged him back - pushing back the feeling of coughing. “Because I don’t want to lose the person I like...”

“Mc...Who ever it was... they don’t deserve you. You should save yourself and forget them. It doesn’t matter.”

Mc smiled before they were forced to start coughing again. But this time as they were coughing, they couldn’t breath. They were loosing their vision. Their time was up...

“I didn’t want to...lose you Asmo...”

Asmodeus froze as their body went still, they were gone. Asmodeus cries as he held their body close.

“You should have forgotten me. I could have won back your love..”

Beelzebub

Beelzebub was sitting with Mc out on a picnic, which they invited him on. He was worried as they were coughing violently all the way to the picnic location.

“Mc.. Are you sure we shouldn’t go back...” Mc looked at him and shook their head. “No. The flowers here only bloom once every 1000 years. I have to see it with you. And it’s better to have it with a picnic.”

Mc smiled at him weakly as they turned to look at the sunset. They move to lean on Beel a bit before a large amount of petals filled their throat, causing them to cough violently again

Beel moved quickly to be at their side and rub their back. He was worried if he held them, he was going to break them.

Mc finished and looked at him. “Thanks Beel...” Mc smiled weakly. They looked as the sun was moving down, the flowers were going to bloom soon...

“Mc... Why did you choose to not get the surgery...” Mc hummed and looked at Beel before smiling sadly.

“I didn’t want to forget the person I loved. And If I died during the surgery because of how bad I was already, I wouldn’t have remembered him. But if I die this way, I can remember him still..”

Beel looked down. This reminded him of loosing Lilith. He would lose another person who he loves.

Beel moved to hug Mc gently. Mc smiled and held him close. They started to cough violently, causing beel to pull away as they fell on the ground

“Mc!” Beel didn’t know what to do, he looked as they reached to hold his hand.

“Beel...I love you...please be happy...” Mc whispered as they closed their eyes. They’re hold on his hand disappeared and Beel stared at them in silence.

He couldn’t believe it. He was the reason. He is the reason why Mc died. He lost them...because of him

“It’s my fault... It’s my fault you died..“

Belphegor

Belphie had been forcing himself to stay awake. He couldn’t sleep because he knew he was going to lose MC at any point. 

“Belphie. We are going to nap.” Mc told him as they grabbed his arm and gently pulled him towards the attic.

“Mc, we won’t have any time to spend together if we sleep all the time..” Belphie tried to say as he was forcing himself to try and keep his eyes open - he couldn’t sleep. He had to spend time with you..

“Belphie.. Come on...please..” Belphie eventually caved in and went with you to the attic to lay down and relax.

He would hold Mc gently with their back facing him incase they were needed to cough up petal.

He winces as he heared Mc started to cough violently. He moved his hand to rub their back gently and frowned. He thought back to Mc’s face when he killed them.

He hated it. He hated that he killed them once. He hated they were going to die again..

“Get the surgery... Mc please..” Belphie tried to ask them again. “I don’t care that you don’t want to forget them... But you have to...”

“No matter how many times you tell me. I will not. I will not forget him.” Belphie held Mc close and tears up.

“But you are dying because of him. You can’t die...You can’t leave...”

“I’m sorry Belphie. My choice was mad-” Mc started to violently cough as they were struggling to speak. They look over at Belphie. Even if they were dying.

Belphie should know how Mc actually felt.

“Belphie...I love you...” Mc smiled weakly as they moved and hugged him. Before Belphie could do anything else, their grip around him was gone.

He stared at them and held them close to him.

‘Why did I have to kill you twice..‘

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EPILOGUE:

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After Mc’s Death. The brothers were never the same.

Lucifer locked himself away to always work, never finding him relaxing. Because if he did. Mc would come back into his head. He didn’t have time to grieve. He had to work

Mammon was never home. He was always out at places that he never took MC to as to try and not remember them. If he did, he would break down. He was too upset to win at any casino

Levi was more of a shut in than usual. Burying himself in games and animes that he knew you wouldn’t like. Even if he hated the game, he wouldn’t want to be reminded of how many things he wanted to spend time doing with you

Satan was more wrathful than usual. They could hear Satan punching his wall out of anger. He went back to how he was when he was just born from Lucifer. A pure demon of Wrath

Asmodeus was never leaving his room. His appearance was a mess. No posts on social media. Nothing. It was as if he disappeared and died as well when Mc left.

Beel barely ate anything. Whenever he saw his favourite foods, he would think back to MC and the feeling of sickness hit him so he could never eat. He would spend most of his time sitting outside of Mc’s room - not wanting to enter or else it would hurt more

Belphie didn’t know if sleeping or being awake was better. Either one he was faced with thinking or seeing MC again. He hated how no matter what he did he thought back to their pained face of when he killed them and their face when he saw them dead.

The room beside the kitchen that was considered Mc’s room was never touched. It was collecting dust. No one entered it besides when Lucifer went to put sheets over the furniture to prevent more dust from covering everything. No one wanted to go in. It was the last thing that reminded them of you.

The movie marathons. The book binging. The napping. The midnight snacking. The dress up. The chatting about anime. The comforting words.

All of that was gone.

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They love me... they love me not...

Levi’s last words were “I love you”. MC never got to say it back.(hanahaki desease)

The House of Lamentation was quiet, unusually quiet that morning. You couldn't hear either the secondborn making a money-centered charade or the seventh snoring in the background. Yet, what could be heard was a very particular, soft sound of petals hitting the ground; and it was a tiled floor...

Leviathan felt many things during his enourmous life span, as admiration, sometimes even obsession, were very much present in his life. Nothing, and by Gods I say, nothing could have prepared him enough for the things he was feeling right at this moment for a certain someone. They were in his mind, in his dreams, in his soul and thoughts; their voice echoing silently in his head while he tried to concentrate during games.

His life was full as it was and he had sworn that Ruri-Chan was the only one he would feel something strong about... because he was scared, scared that this was going to happen. Leviathan sat down on the ground, slowly, trying to calm his breathing.

cough

cough

"Not now, please-" He coughed a third time as he put his hand over his mouth. Small Hydrangea petals making their way out of his lungs. The feeling was tingling, his throat was burning from the dried nectar and his mind rushed to the worst-case scenario. "What if..."

And with that, the room went quiet; Leviathan stopped coughing for now. He got up and went downstairs, only to find a couple of his brothers bored to death as there was nothing on the tv that they could watch. He sighed, and tried to look in the kitchen, only to find some chicken out for defrosting on the counter and a note addressed to the sixth 'Please don't eat it raw, Beel. I'm making rotisserie chicken tonight, xoxo'

It was their writing, and their pretty little hands touched it, wrote it; right not he didn't even care it wasn't meant for him because that little note was making his brain fuzzy and his breathing hard. "Would they ever write me a note... a love letter...? Am I even important... why am I not..?!" He was angry with both himself and the situation at hand.

cough

cough

With each agonizing cough, his heart burns and his throat gets sore. He knows that the little timeglass that was started with the first petal he coughed 2 weeks ago was neer an end. 2 weeks was, for almost everyone that knows about hanahaki a miracle. Usually people die after a maximum of 7 days if the feelings are not reciprocated.... But he was a demon. And it seems that this had doubled the timespan for his suffering-

cough

cough

Leviathans' mind started to haze more and he felt dizzy. He wanted to go back to his room and just text them to come quick. Going on a quest to find'em was both risky and physically hard for him at the moment. And so, he climbed the stairs grasping the railing for support more than ever.

His legs were wobbly and his heart beat faster. cough cough A few more steps and he would be there. cough cough His hand is on the handle and-

thud

He falls to the ground. Leviathan tried to scream for help, but he could barely breathe anymore. Petals... petals everywhere and now even a handful of blooms. He started to cry, his tears running down his cheeks as a desperate cry for help was muffled by the flowers. His eyelids were getting heavier with each breath that he tried to take. And soon, almost closing his eyes, he heard their voice one more time.

"Levi...!?"

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[twerkformammon1]

Flowers From The Vine

Levi x GN!MC

Summary: MC has hanahaki disease. 

Author’s Note: I think this was the first (and only so far) angst I’ve ever written!

It started off as an itchy throat. 

You ignored it, thinking you had gotten the flu - but after a week of coughing you started getting worried. It never seemed to go away. Lucifer made hundreds of teas for you, trying to soothe your throat; and Satan read many books on human anatomy, hoping to figure out the cause. The boys became increasingly worried, scared that maybe you had eaten something poisonous to humans.

You were alone in your room when you noticed the first petal. Your coughing had increased and you were coughing up blood - or so you thought. Lowering your hand from your mouth, you looked at your palm. A bright red petal stared back at you. 

“What the hell,” you muttered. Did you eat a flower by accident? Furrowing your brows in confusion, you immediately threw the petal away. You should’ve told Lucifer, but you kept this secret to yourself.

Instead, you sought comfort from Levi - your best friend. It had been 6 months since your first arrival to Devildom, and after you gained Levi’s trust you spent nearly every night binging anime and playing video games with him. Lucifer had to set a bedtime for you because of it, much to your dismay. 

You knocked twice on his door before letting yourself into his room. He was in his gaming chair with his headphones on, completely unaware of your presence. Creeping slowly behind him, you decided to pull a prank and scare him - fingers crossed he wouldn’t be too mad. You reached your hands out, ready to grab his shoulders, but the itch in your throat became unbearable. Hunching over, you cough in your hand - petals coming out in clumps. Levi wouldn’t have noticed had you not grabbed the back of his chair trying to stabilize yourself. 

“Whoa, MC! Are you okay?” He gets up and places a hand on your shoulder. Your body felt on fire. 

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” But you kept coughing, flowers leaping from your mouth. Your hands wrapped around your throat as you gasped for air, but all that got sucked in was more petals. Rushing out of his room you ran down the hall before you finally collapsed on your hands and knees. Your vision blurred as you heaved out flowers and blood, and you passed out from the lack of oxygen. 

***

“MC! MC! Please wake up!” 

That voice sounded familiar. Your eyes blinked open to find 6 brothers staring you down. Looking around you noticed you were in your bed, and Levi was the only one missing.

“MC! Why didn’t you tell us?” Mammon cried. 

“Honestly, I don’t know what’s going on.” You tried to sit up, but pain struck your chest.

“Don’t get up. You’re lucky Levi followed you, or else you wouldn’t be here right now,” instructed Lucifer.  “MC, you have hanahaki disease.”

“I don’t follow.” 

“You’re suffering from unrequited love.” Tears swell your eyes. A quiet ‘oh’ leaves your lips, along with remnants of petals. 

“What do I do?” You look around, pleading for someone to help you but their faces tell it all. There’s no hope for you. “Where’s Levi?”

“He’s right outside. I don’t think you should see him -”

“I want to talk to him...alone. Please.” Lucifer nods, and ushers all of his brothers out of your room.

“MC?” Levi quietly enters, standing as far away as possible.

“Hey, Levi.” You send him a small smile - it’s short lived as your chest rumbles, you try with all your might to hold the cough in but fail. Flowers adorn your body - it’s almost beautiful. 

“I’m the one who diagnosed you, just in case you were wondering.”

“Did you see it in an anime?”

“Yeah it’s called I’m coughing up flower petals because I’m in love with my crush but they don’t love me back.” 

“How did it end?”

“They fell in love with each other. And they lived happily ever after.” Levi gained some confidence and took a step closer. He sat on the bed and held your hand delicately in between his. “I just don’t understand how you could fall in love with a yucky otaku like me.”

“But I did. I do love you.” You sat up, coughing violently.

“MC, you’re my best friend…”

“Levi...please.”

“I can’t just fall in love with someone like it’s nothing.” Tears fill the brim of his eyes. “I don’t want to lose you, but I need time.”

“I don’t have time,” you pleaded. “Please Levi, I can’t do this anymore.”

He let go of your hand. You reached out to grab him, but a jolt of pain ran from your chest to your mouth. Your insides felt like they were being torn apart. Levi turned his back to you, he couldn’t watch what he had done. Your body jolted violently and then seized up, a vine sprouting from within your throat. Bright red flowers covered your lifeless body. 

“I’m so sorry, MC.”

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Last Updated: 07/11/23

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[Fluff Letters: A,B,C]🧁

[21. “You made me miserable and I still loved you.”]

Mammon

[Character Analysis]

[3:21 am]--(You can't sleep)

Leviathan

[Let's play a game!]

Satan

[Stray]

[Study Date]

Asmodeus

[With Atsushi s/o]💌

Beelzebub

[Hungry Hungry Hippo]

Belphagor

[Sir naps a lot]

Dateables

Diavolo

[Character Analysis]

Barbatos

[NSFW Alphabet]🔞

[Pining]⚡

Simeon

[Pining]⚡

Solomon

[Cursed Sandwhich]

Luke

[Sweet]

[Sweet Light]

A glimpse into a morning with your lover [Solomon/Barbatos/Diavolo]

[Frog in my hand prank]

You bother lucifer [ft. Satan and Mammon]

[Sesshomaru's Child]💌

In which you are Sesshomaru's child

[Characters as songs]

[Will You Remember Me?]

You contemplate your mortality and the boys responses.

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[onyxibsidian]

~ Masterlist ~

A place where you can find all my fanfics together! <3

Introduction to me and what I write!

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure.

Part One

nothing yet...

Part Two

The Lord's Damsel Masterlist.

Part Three

Servant of Evil

I like you, I love you

Run lil Darling

Part Four

nothing yet...

Part Five

nothing yet...

Part Six

nothing yet...

Part Seven

nothing yet...

Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All

Series

Hanahaki in Devildom Masterlist.

Lucifer

Black Roses

Mammon

Yellow Dahlias

Leviathan

Purple Lavenders

Satan

Green Chrysanthemums

Asmodeus

Pink Lilies

Beelzebub

nothing yet..

Belphegor

A little Wake up

Non-Dateables

nothing yet..

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[yamanorakuen]

HC: Hanahaki Disease [Brothers]

Just so you all know, I'm still only in the second season in the actual game, but I've been ITCHING to write something Obey Me! -related. So here's my first attempt in writing Obey Me! -headcanons.

Side characters vers.

Warnings: Angst, illness, death.. Also some spoilers about the first season.

Lucifer had the hardest time figuring out what he felt towards you was love. Love was a rather foreign concept to him, he hadn't spared much thought to such a tricky emotion before.

But there you were, bringing him coffee when he was working, keeping him company whenever he yearned for it, listening to his troubles and complaints, making a visible change with his brothers.. How could he not become intrigued?

When he started coughing up amaryllis petals, he was taken by surprise; but he wasn't clueless. He wasn't sure what the petals signified, but he was going to do some research on it.

He did his best to hide his condition; he wasn't one to display any signs of weakness or vulnerability. Not in front of his brothers, not in front of his boss and especially not in front of you.

But it started to become increasingly difficult to hide it once the coughing fits became more frequent, the petals grew in size and some blood started to spill out of his lungs.

One day he was having tea and conversing with Lord Diavolo and Barbatos when a coughing fit caught him by surprise. He tried to get up and make a run for it, but ended up coughing up bloodied flower petals in front of his boss and his boss' butler..

Diavolo and Barbatos exchanged worried glances before Diavolo cleared his throat.

"Oh.. I'm sorry my Lord, where are my manners.." Lucifer quickly apologized and started to clean up the petals with a napkin, utterly embarrassed.

"Please, just sit down. Babratos can clean it up." Diavolo smiled slightly at his friends and nodded to the butler. Without saying a word, Barbatos began to clean up Lucifer's mess. Lucifer had no choice but to sit back down.

"So.. It seems like our Luci is in love, eh?" Diavolo tried to lighten up the mood with a laugh, but no one laughed with him. Clearing his throat again, his expression turned serious now, "It's about MC, right?"

"... Yes, my Lord." Lucifer admitted with a burdened sigh. He really did not feel comfortable discussing this with his boss.

"I see.." Diavolo nodded and fumbled for words, "I suspect you have something called Hanahaki Disease.." Diavolo trailed off, unable to finish the explanation to Lucifer who was looking up at him curiously. When Barbatos saw Diavolo didn't have it in himself to explain it to Lucifer, he bit the bullet and finished Diavolo's story for Lucifer.

Lucifer was quiet for a long while. So his feelings for MC were unrequited? But why..? After all the attention MC had given him, they didn't even like him back? Lucifer felt like his pride had been mortally wounded from the information.

"How do I get rid of it? You mentioned something about a surgery if I'm not mistaken? Where do I get it?" Lucifer asked, his voice cold.

"Don't you want to fight for them, Lucifer? I've never seen you feel like this towards anyone else.. Are you just willing to throw it away like that?" Diavolo asked almost nervously.

"What's the point? If MC doesn't love me now, there's no guarantee they ever will. Furthermore, this illness is keeping me from work." Lucifer explained, his whole body tense. Diavolo and Barbatos yet again exchanged meaningful looks. They both understood that those words were coming from a place of hurt rather than anger.

"Well, if you're sure that's what you want.. I can take care of it." Babratos assured Lucifer. Lucifer just nodded before quickly getting up.

"I.. I have a few things to take care of. I need to be alone, if you would please excuse me, My Lord?" Lucifer requested from Diavolo who granted Lucifer his leave.

Lucifer returned to the House of Lamentation, still slightly unsure whether he really wanted surgery, but he also knew him falling ill would be an inconvenience to everyone around.

In the end, he did undergo surgery, his feelings for MC now gone. Although the petals were no longer a problem, the surgery did little to make Lucifer feel better about the whole ordeal, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth about love and opening up his heart to anyone ever again.

Mammon had been desperately falling for you since day one, and that really wasn't a surprise to anyone with working eyes or ears.

The last people to know this were you.. and Mammon himself. Well, maybe you had had an idea of Mammon's feelings, but were refusing to acknowledge them because..

You had a boyfriend back in the human world. A boyfriend you were loyal to, and no surprise exchange year and being surrounded by hot demons was an excuse to stray from your loyalty.

Mammon knew about your boyfriend, you had shown him pictures of him and told him so many stories about him. So he was well aware that you were taken.

So when he finally realized what he felt for you was more than friendship, he chose to keep those emotions to himself. No matter how greedy he usually was, this time he decided to let it go. He just wanted you to be happy, that's all.

But holding all his love in was more painful and difficult than he thought it would be. It was constantly pouring from the cracks of his words, spilling from the way he looked at you, as if a stormy sea was welling up inside his heart.

Eventually all of his love seemingly manifested as small white petals of forget-me-nots.

Those petals Mammon kept coughing up terrified him. What was the meaning of them? Had some witch hexed him? He went through every witch he had made a pact or a deal with but none of them seemingly knew what he was talking about.

That was until one of the witches told him that while she wasn't responsible for the symptoms, she knew what was going on with him.

Mammon practically begged the witch to tell him and cure him of the haunting petals. The witch shook her head as she explained what Hanahaki disease was and what the treatment options were. She could not offer any help to Mammon.

Mammon nearly teared up after hearing the news. His undying love for MC was behind his sickness? And the only way to cure it was either making MC fall for him or undergoing a surgery?

Mammon knew choosing the surgery would be for the best.. That way he wouldn't hurt anymore, and you wouldn't get hurt if you never knew.. But at the same time, he didn't want to forget his love for you. He had only figured them out, but in his heart it felt like he had loved you for forever. Like loving you was an essential part of his being.

He left the witch's place with a heavy heart, contemplating his next move. Demons can't die from something like this.. Right?

As weeks went by, his symptoms grew worse. It got to the point he barely had the energy to get up from his bed, let alone plan any money making schemes. Yet he refused to give in.

He honestly thought he was going to die from the disease, until one night, you stormed into his room, tears streaming down your face.

Even though he was weak, Mammon gathered all his strenght to sit up and catch you into his open arms.

You told Mammon how your boyfriend had dumped you over text. He had said that the distance was too much for him and that he had found someone else already.

Mammon felt conflicted; both sad for you but also happy and slightly hopeful.. He just held you in his arms, whispering encouraging words and sweet nothings into your ear, running his hand through your hair until you fell asleep.

After that night, slowly but surely, his symptoms started to lessen. The coughing fits became less frequent and the petals seemed to diminish in size..

Until they stopped completely. It took Mammon a good while to realize that that meant. Actually, he only realized it one day when you had taken the initiative and had kissed him.

Mammon was so beyond happy. He had never before in his life felt so lucky.

Leviathan had never thought he would find someone so understanding, kind, thoughtful and perfect as you. You were always willing to listen to his ramblings, you never once shamed him and his shut-in ways, you shared his joy in his nerdy hobbies.. So even if you were a normie in his eyes, you were his normie.

When he started to cough up yellow hyacinth petals, he already knew. Of course he knew. This was such a popular anime trope! He has seen this film behore and he did not like the ending.

Of course you wouldn't return his affections. And that's alright. He was just a yucky otaku, and you had your choice of demons, humans and angels. For him, having you in his life was enough.

That's what he kept telling himself, hoping that the symptoms would just disappear with time, but they only got worse.

Leviathan began to distance himself from you as much as he could even if it pained him. He didn't want to suffer or die; but he didn't want to forget his love for you either. So he tried to hide away and hoped he'll get over it.

Of course you noticed what he was doing; not inviting you over to his room anymore, keeping his texts short or ignoring them altogether, avoiding your gaze whenever you ran into each other..

But every time you attempted to bring up the topic with him, he would blush, stammer an apology and run away.

This greately upset you. You just wanted your best friend back. So you persisted, making it your mission to find out the reason for his weird behavior.

So one day you appeared behind his door completely out of the blue, uninvited. You were just about to open the door when you heard something alarming coming from the other side. You heard Leviathan pretty much coughing his lungs out.

You quickly swung the door open and ran to your poor friend, who was sitting in his bathtub while hugging his legs close to his body, coughing up yellow petals and blood.

Levi was absolutely horrified when he realized you had found him in the middle of one of his coughing fits. He tried to get up, blushing furiously, but fell back on his butt with a squeak.

You demanded to know what was going on.. And Levi had no choice but to admit to everything. With a shaky voice and avoidant eyes, he revealed the illness' name and meaning to you, preparing himself mentally for a harsh rejection.

Instead he was met with silence. Normally he's used to silence, but this silence seemed so loud and obnoxious.. Levi gathered all his courage to meet your eyes, just wanting you to finish him already.

After your eyes met, you finally spoke: "But Levi.. If that illness only takes place with unrequited love.. Why are you sick?" you questioned queitly.

"H-Huh? What do you m-mean?!" Levi gasped, his amber eyes wide with utter surprise.

"Levi.. I love you too. Didn't you know?" You confessed, your cheeks turning into a wonderful shade of red.

"WHAAAT?! But-" Levi began to yell before he felt it. His lungs were free, no longer like a bed of flowers. Before he could speak again, you took his face into your hands gently.

"Levi.. Did you reject yourself?" You laughed, clearly humored by Levi's animated reactions, "Did you convince yourself I couldn't possibly like a yucky otaku like you so you developed the symptoms?"

"I..." Levi didn't know what to say. Of course that was what he had thought! Why would you ever.. But wait, you just did..!

!!!!

"I love you, silly. Just accept it already." You giggled as you rested your forehead against his, a soft look in your eyes.

"I.. I love you too, my Henry.." Levi mumbles barely audibly, avoiding your curious gaze.

For all of his long life, the main emotion Satan has ever felt was wrath. Anger. Just bubbling below the surface, ready to take over at any given moment. Such is the life of the Avatar of Wrath. He absolutely resented it, and that only made him so much more angry.

But something in his world shifted when you walked into his angry and miserable life. Slowly but surely, Satan began to see a change in his behavior and feelings. It took him a while to realize what had happened, and when he did, he was already too deep in to back down anymore.

For the first time in forever, his wrath was replaced by infatuation. Was this what it felt like to be Asmodeus? Probably not quite. While he wanted you, YEARNED for you, his love for you was also much more pure and sweet.

Satan honestly thought he was doing a great job at courting you, doing everything a gentleman should. He honestly thought you might feel the same way about him, until one fateful evening..

You two were just reading together in silence when your D.D.D. pinged. Instinctively Satan glanced at the lit up screen when he saw something that made his blood boil.

It was a message from Lucifer. Thanking you for your lovely time at the date and asking if he can take you to another date next weekend.

Furiously, Satan whipped to look at your face as you picked up your phone and read the message yourself. But his anger subsided when he saw how soft and gentle the smile on your face was. You looked so lovestruck, so blissful.. Satan just couldn't unleash his blazing anger after witnessing how angelic you had just looked.

So he did his best to cover up his anger and return to his book.. Until he had to excuse himself, making a run for it to the bathroom.

He threw up rose petals into the toilet, a horrified expression forming on his face. What was the meaning of this?!

After you had left his room, Satan began his quest to research the weird symptoms. When he figured out the cause of the petals, he found himself grow angrier and angrier yet again.

He was angry at you for choosing Luficer over him. He was angry at Lucifer for taking you away from him. But even more than that, he was angry at himself for having been so foolish and careless, for allowing himself to fall for a human like that.

Although in a way all this was weirdly romantic, it was as if Satan was actually a part of a romance novel.. Although he didn't like where the story was heading.

It was only a matter of time before it all blew up, knowing Satan. While Satan was mostly able to keep the anger to himself, the worse the symptoms grew, the more furious he got.

One day Satan had witnessed you and Lucifer exchange a good night kiss before you went to your room and he just lost his mind. He secretly followed Lucifer to his room before absolutely blowing up at him. He kept shouting, yelling and breaking things in his unleashed fury, refusing to calm down before the familiar feeling of suffocating creeped in.

His emerald eyes widened in shock as he tried to make his way out of the room.. But he could barely make it a few steps before he began to violently cough up the petals, alerting Lucifer, all his previous disdain disappearing.

Satan knelt down to the ground, coughing and scraping at his throat. Lucifer knelt down next to him, holding onto Satan so he wouldn't fall over.

When that particularly awful coughing fit ended, Lucifer demanded to know what was going on. Satan refused to tell at first, but Lucifer kept insisting until he had to give in and regrettably reveal his innermost feelings to Lucifer.

Lucifer listened, his expression unreadable, just nodding along.

"Satan.. I didn't know you felt that way towards MC," Lucifer spoke up after Satan had finished his rant, "if I had know, I wouldn't have approached MC. But I love them too, Satan. What do you want me to do?"

Satan thought about it for a moment. It was a battle between his heart and his brain: "At first I wanted to hate you both. Then I wanted you to leave them. But then I realized how much that would hurt MC.. I don't want to see them heartbroken. And even if you leave them, it doesn't guarantee that they will run into my arms next, or ever even.." Satan smiled sadly, "But Luficer.. I'm so scared." He finally admitted, his voice breaking.

"What are you scared of?" Luficer questioned, his hand on Satan's shoulder, reassuring.

"What if I never feel this way again? What if this was the only time I could feel some emotion other than wrath? I don't want to go back to the time before I knew love.." Satan explained with a small voice. And even though Lucifer could be quite heartless and sadistic at times, he still felt for his brother.

Whether you undergo the surgery or not is your own choice. I won't force you to take it. I can't promise you anything either." Lucier sigh, mulling over the issue in his head before a thought popped into his head. It was a thought that normally would've disgusted him, one he would've been completely against.. But this time it seemed more plausible than ever before, "Hey Satan, how do you feel about.. Sharing MC?"

It was another night partying it up with Asmodeus at the club. Yet another night watching him grind his hips against many succubi and incubi, watching him flirt away and exchange sultry glances with the other partygoers. But none of those touches, words or looks were directed at you.

The sight of his roaming hands of some stranger's hips was enough to make you feel sick. You ran towards the bathrooms, tears welling in your eyes and you found it difficult to breathe.

However, when you tried to throw up, only small petals of daisies came out. Panicked, you kept coughing them up, clawing at your throat.

When it finally ended, you just laid down in the bathroom stall, unable to move in your frightened state. You kept mulling over your predicament, unable to find the answers you needed.

When you finally gathered yourself together and left the bathrooms, you realized Asmo had already left. Probably with someone. Anxiety washed over you as you imagined was he was up to at this very moment..

You didn't want to go back to the House of Lamentation, so you texted Solomon if you could stay over at Purgatory Hall. Lucky for you, he replied almost immediately and accepted your offer graciously.

While you were talking with the sorcerer, you decided to ask him about your symptoms. Maybe it was related to magic? Maybe you were cursed or hexed? Maybe he could fix it?

The sorcerer shot you a forlorn smile: "This is about Asmo, isn't it?" he asked, surprisingly serious.

"Huh?" You questioned, completely lost.

"I'm afraid you have something called Hanahaki disease. It's a disease that appears with unrequited love. I've seen how you look at Asmo.. You love him, don't you?" Solomon shook his head apologetically.

His words made your heart break ever so slightly. Obviously you had had a feeling that Asmo doesn't return your feelings, but hearing it just like that from Solomon stung.

Solomon lays down your options; either you have a surgery performed on you which causes you to forget about your feelings towards Asmodeus, you get him to love you back or you die.

You straight up refused the surgery; you didn't want to forget. You loved love, being in love and you loved Asmo. There was no way you could give it all up, as stupid as it sounds.

So you clung to the delusional hope that maybe, just maybe, Asmo would learn to love you too if you tried hard enough.

The next two months were torture. Your symptoms kept getting worse and you spent all your free time trying to impress Asmodeus. You kept telling yourself that if you become prettier, funnier, sexier and more compliant, Asmodeus would notice what's right in front of him.

Nothing changed, however. He still kept flirting with others, kept bringing demons back to his room, kept partying and kept treating you like a friend.

Solomom tried to force you to confess to Asmo, but you knew it wouldn't change a thing, so you just decided to save yourself from the embarrassment.

One fateful evening, you were about to leave to Restaurant Six with the brothers when the all so familiar feeling hit you again. But this time, you couldn't even make it to the bathroom before throwing up blood-stained petals. The world in front of you turned black momentarily as you hit the ground, feeling dizzy.

Que horrified shrieks and shouts from the brothers; Lucifer started to dial to Diavolo and Asmo was holding your weak form as Levi spoke up. He explained the disease to the rest of the brothers and one by one, realization dawned on their faces as they offered you sympathetic smiles.

Satan started to dial a doctor. Maybe the surgery could still be performed..

Asmodeus was the last one to understand what was going on, surprisingly. But when he did, his eyes widened as tears started to stream down his face and he held you tighter.

"MC.. Don't die on me! You can't leave me! I... I'll learn to love you if you just stay with me! I'm sure I can! I'll stop sleeping around, I'll be the best boyfriend you'll ever have.. Just let me prove it to you!" Asmo cried, his body shaking.

You couldn't help but smile sadly, "B-But you don't love me now, d-do you..? Silly A-Asmo, you can't force l-love... And t-that's okay.. T-thank you for letting me love you.." You laughed breathlessly before coughing up even more flowers. You could barely breathe.

Those were your last words before everything fell quiet. You were no longer in pain or suffocating, but you were also gone. Just like that, it was all over.

After your death in his arms, Asmodeus went through a couple different phases; times when he completely abstained from flings, staying in his room instead of partying, just sleeping days away. Other times he would go out and party wilder than even before, sleep with even more demons than before and drink till he forgets you, your death, his name and his sorrow.

Beelzebub was just perfect. He wasn't only handsome, strong and cute, but also extremely kind, sweet, affectionate and protective. He was perfect boyfriend material! So it was no surprise when you realized you had fallen for the Avatar of Glutton.

And you really thought you stood a chance by the way he treated you. He was always nice to you, found excuses to hang out with you, offered you hugs and cuddles and even shared his precious food with you! Aren't those all positive signs?

Or so you thought before one day as you were cuddling on the couch, watching a movie together, Beel sighed happily and exclaimed: "You're like a sibling to me. You've really become part of the family, you know?"

Those words sent you head spiraling and your throat welled up. You shot up from the couch and ran off, leaving the astounded demon behind.

You made it to your room, locked the door and fell to the ground before coughing up some Zinnia petals. Horrified, you stared at the petals on the floor. Did those just come out of your lungs?! Had you eaten something weird?!

Little did you know, this would become a recurring occurrence. Every time Beel tried to be nice to you, the suffocating feeling would return and you had to make a run for it. And knowing Beel, he was nice often.

You almost wished he was meaner to you. Maybe then you would hurt less.

In an attempt to avoid Beelzebub, you found yourself taking asylum in Leviathan's room. Leviathan was chill to be around with; he didn't bother you, you didn't bother him; you just watched anime together or you watched him play his games. Not many unnecessary words were exchanged as Levi seemed to sense your sullen mood.

One time when you were watching anime, you saw it. Some anime character throwing up petals in a similar fashion to you. The revelation made you tense up.

You quickly forced Levi to explain everything he knew about this phenomena, almost frantic. Poor Levi shared his knowledge, not fully understanding your passionate reaction to such a common trope.

From Levi, you learnt you had only a few choices; suffer and risk dying, try and make Beel love you back or undergo a surgery.

After much contemplation, you formed a plan; you would confess your feelings to Beelzebub. There was a big chance this would backfire on you, but you were almost certain Beel would let you down easy and respect you for letting him know.

From that, there were two ways it could go; either Beelzebub returns your affections or he doesn't and you go and have that darned surgery.

Confessing your feelings to your crush is never easy, especially after they've called you their sibling, but you somehow managed to do it.

Beelzebub was taken aback by your confession, having not expected it. You watched as his cheeks turned pink, waiting for his answer anxiously.

"MC, I... I don't know what I feel... I always saw you as part of the family, but now... I'm not sure whether my feelings for you are platonic or not. I know I care about you a lot, I just don't..." Beel struggled with his words, a lost look in his eyes.

"I don't have much time, Beel, I either need you to be sure about your feelings to me or I have to undergo this surgery that will remove my romantic feelings for you.. If I don't, I'll die.." You sigh, your heart was aching but you knew this was the only way.

"No!" Beelzebub suddenly shouted, surprising you, "I mean.. I don't want you to.. Die.. And well.. I don't want you to forget about me, either.." Beel mumbled, looking at the ground.

Beel, look, it's alright if you don't love me. I understand. But if you don't, just tell me so I can cure myself." You try to explain it to him one more time.

"But.. I do love you, MC! A lot! It's just difficult for me to differentiate these feelings.. But I think.. I think I love you." He finally admits, taking your hands into his large hands. He's warm.

And while you were suspicious of his words, you decided to wait for a few days to test it out.

Much to your surprise, you never once coughed up flower petals again. He really did love you back, even if he sometimes struggled to show how deep his feelings exactly ran.

Belphegor didn't know how you did it. How you had managed to forgive him, become friends with him and eventually find your way into his heart. Your very presence made him feel genuinely happy and hopeful for the first time since Lilith's death. And he cherished those emotions you made him feel.

Honestly, it took him a while to notice that anything was wrong. He kept coughing up anemone petals in his sleep, waking up with random petals on his pillow. At first he thought someone was bring him flowers, pranking him or that he was simply dreaming it.

Only when he started to cough them up while he was awake did he get alarmed. He didn't fully understand what was going on, but he had a bad feeling about it.

Belphegor ignored it at first, too lazy to do anything about it, hoping it would just go away.

But the problem persisted and got worse. The coughing fits were becoming so frequent and violent he would wake up from them in pain. It was becoming increasingly difficult to hide it from everyone.

The answer came to him in his dream; in this dream, Belphegor was in a large library in the human world as an old tome caught his attention. As if transfixed, he walked up to the book and opened it, the words "Hanahaki" and "Disease" catching his attention.

Belphegor read the chapter on Hanahaki disease as the realization dawned on him. He was in love with you but you did not reciprocate his feelings and this could be fatal.

Knowing you didn't love him hurt, but he also felt like he deserved this heartbreak after everything he had put you through. Maybe this is his chance to prove himself and to cleanse himself. Maybe this was his catharsis.

So when he woke up, he decided to do nothing about it. Maybe if you saw all the pain he went through for you, you would actually forgive him and maybe even learn to love him. Or at the very least, maybe Belphegor could finally forgive himself.

But it didn't go like that. Belphegor's illness kept getting worse but his guilt remained the same.

Around that time, Beelzebub started to realize something was wrong with his twin and decided to confront him.

Belphegor, not wanting to lie to his dear twin brother, admitted to everything. Beelzebub, understandingly, was horrified, and told Belphie to accept the surgery.

At first Belphie refused but stopped in his tracks when he saw Beel breaking down. Beel was shaking and crying, holding onto Belphie's shoulders with a strong, desperate grip.

"Belphie.. Please.. I know you love MC, but.. I can't bare to lose you.. I already lost Lilith.. Losing you.. I don't know how I could go on.." Beel kept hiccuping, his low voice trembling.

Seeing Beelzebub like that made Belphie reconsider his choice. He had a long discussion about it with Beelzebub before he decided to undergo the surgery. Just for his twin.

After the surgery, Beel was happy again. Belphegor.. Didn't feel much anything at all. Life was back to being bleak and dull; nothing seemed to interest him anymore. He still treated you the same, but his actions were lacking certain warmth that was there before whether you noticed it or not. At least Beel was happy, he kept telling himself.

A/N: Hello if you made it this far! Please let me know which one was your favorite or the saddest one in your opinion :) I hope you liked my post and that the brothers weren't completely ooc.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me angst #obey me imagines #hanahaki disease

[ready-to-obeyme]

[OM!] Hanahaki Disease + Flowers for Demon Brothers (Part 1)

Scenario: Which flowers would the demon brothers be inflicted with when they develop Hanahaki Disease falling in love with you? +  Headcanons to how they would deal with it. 

(includes pictures of flowers 🌻🌺)

PART 1 INCLUDES: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan

[PART 2] INCLUDES: Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor + Diavolo

Note: BIG PINING ENERGY + Unrequited Love aka ANGST; I love hanahaki so i wrote our local demon boys coughing up an a e s t h e t i c bouquet 

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Lucifer

(White) Sweet Pea = gratitude; departure; also common to give to brides

You have always been a little special to Lucifer, and he has always had a soft spot for you. It wasn’t something big-- he knew he had favorites. Though you were troublesome, you were just as loving and patient as you helped him and his family again and again. Gratitude on its own cannot inflict the hanahaki disease onto a demon, but it is the overwhelming love that comes with his overflowing thanks that has him coughing into his black gloves white petals that contrasts beautifully. It is alarming, but he tells no one, especially not you. (Looking back at it later, the purity of color that his lungs have produced makes him a little wry, because it does make sense that the purest thing about him is his love for you.) 

(Blue) Forget-Me-Nots = true love; memories

He is a man who yearns. He wishes for your affection but can never find it in him to ask for it, so he keeps the memories of his time with you together in his heart-- counting them like fragile, little flowers in his palm. And he continues to fall for you as he gets to know you better. Forget-me-nots begin to litter his desk, reminding him how much you dominate his everyday thoughts, in the little things you do. 

(Lilac) Azalea = temperance (self-control), passion, fragility; “take care”

At the peak of his love for you, Lucifer has grown so much from who he was before. He finds it fitting when he coughs out petals of lilac azaleas, a memento of how much he has changed and how much he has fallen so deeply in love. There is no turning back-- he is in love with you, with your passion and your strength, and the way he can feel fragile whenever you hold him. “Take care,” the petals say when he coughs out enough to cover the floor of his room the moment you leave the Devildom at the end of the year. He knows already he will miss your presence by his side. He has said nothing to you about his feelings-- doesn’t dare to: there is no happiness in a union between a mortal and immortal. 

As much as he wanted to continue loving you, there’s too much to lose and he has too much that must be accomplished

Doesn’t entertain the idea of confessing and having you return those feelings and has them removed 

Mammon

Ivy with a sprig of white tendrils = anxious to please, affection

It is a known fact that Mammon falls for you hard and fast. It’s a little jarring, when he thinks back on it, to pull out a vine of ivy with white tendrils from his mouth only when you have only been in the Devildom for a month. But he doesn’t think much about it. It’s obvious he cares for you, yearns for your affection when you’re the first to show him such unconditional kindness, tries his best to please you so you will always look at him favorably. 

Sunflower = adoration 

Mammon’s feelings for you only grow, but he doesn’t like the fact that the flowers have gotten bigger. It’s easier to dump ivy because they’re found outside, but where in the hell would you find sunflowers in a place without a sun? When he coughs out an entire flower, he saves them and-- upon observing its quality and cleanliness-- gifts them to you. He adores the smile on your face and doesn’t want to let you know that every time the flowers grow in his lungs, they choke and suffocate him.

(Yellow) Primrose = “I can’t live without you.”

Time is running out. You are only authorized to stay in the Devildom for so long, as much as he wants and begs you to stay. Would you stay if you knew that I loved you, he thinks. Do you even love me back? He looks back upon the days before he knew you and doesn’t need to reflect long to know that his world is better with you in it. He doesn’t tell you though, not when you’re awake at least. He had hoped that telling you when you couldn’t hear him would clear his lungs, but the primroses that he coughs up the morning after tells him otherwise and forebodes his decisions in the coming months. 

In the scenario he confesses and MC doesn’t return his feelings, he would rather much die than forget he loved you

He knows his love for you has been ingrained into his heart and soul-- and to remove it means removing a part of himself, and he doesn’t know if he wants to do it; it might be foolish but… well, he’s a fool in love.

Leviathan

Hydrangea = gratitude for being understood 

Never once have you looked at Levi with disdain when he talked about his interest. Never once has he felt so listened to, having your complete attention when he talks about something that he loves. The hydrangea petals come out in droves, covering the bottom of the tub with gentle violets and blues. It’s the first he’s felt understood, he thinks, of course his body would react so violently to something as novel as that. And besides, being understood is not the same as being loved. Levi keeps the flowers to himself, brushing off any questions and preferring to talk with you instead, spending any time he can get from you that you have not already given to his brothers.

(Yellow) Acacia = true friendship and indicates secret love

You’re his Player 2, his Henry. He can be content with just the notion that the two of you share an unbreakable bond of friendship where you’re there for him and he’s there for you whenever the two of you need it. The acacias, however, tell him he’s in love-- with your smiles, with your affectionate touches, with your laughter. Levi ignores them; he shouldn’t ask for more than he already has. 

Daisy = loyal love; “I’ll never tell”

When daisies show up in his bouquet of hanahaki flowers, Levi thinks it’s a little ironic, but for once, he doesn’t argue. He will take his feelings to his grave, if he can help it-- pushing daisies as the humans would say. He’s convinced himself he wasn’t in love with you before, and he could probably do it again when you’re not in the Devildom anymore-- or so he hopes. His heart feels like it’ll never love anyone else when he watches you fall asleep on his shoulders. 

Not unlike Mammon, he doesn’t tell his brothers about his illness and tries to fight it off himself-- but feelings are hard to get rid of

Ultimately chooses to have his feelings removed if he can’t do it himself, putting him right where he feels like he belongs as your best friend

He feels like he’s lost something, but soon enough he forgets the time he loved you (for his sake)

Satan

(Blue) Petunia = can be anger/resentment or “Your presence soothes me”; deep trust, peacefulness, intimacy

When Satan coughs out petals of petunia as dark as night, he stares at the bunch of them on the palm of his hand. He tries coughing them up again, but he doesn’t get to decide when the illness acts up. He searches furiously through his library for what he has, quickly coming to the conclusion that he had feelings for you. Of course he did-- considering what you’ve done for him, giving him a chance to make sense of his identity and looking beyond his anger. He knows without a doubt that these petunias do not represent his anger; in fact, they denote the opposite. “Your presence soothes me,” he reads in the language of flowers, wondering if the flowers will change the more he trusts in you and gets closer to you.

(White) Jasmine = Sweet love, amiability

He picks out the white jasmine off his tongue and quietly dumps them into the trash, the sweet scent stuck in his mouth. When you ask him if he’s alright, he turns around and smiles at you-- a sweet, genuine smile that no one can doubt to be sincere. He returns to where he was by your side as he reads the latest novel at your insistence, glancing at you once every other sentence to gauge your reactions. He feels his cheeks flush underneath your gaze, but he doesn’t persuade you to do otherwise. He loves your attention, and sometimes in these quiet moments he can pretend that you’re just as in love with him as he was with you. 

White roses = “I’m worthy of you”; loyalty

As the year passes, Satan grows more and more confident of who he is as a person, and where he stands with you. These feelings may have been new, but when the white rose petals tumbles from his mouth, he knows that there is only one thing he must do before you leave. He yearns-- he isn’t different from those with this illness-- but he knows better than to pine after someone who doesn’t feel the same as him after all this time. And regardless of whether you can stay with him, he wants you to know how you make him feel: worthy-- and worthy to be loved by you.

In the chance you don’t feel the same, he’s disappointed. When yellow carnations come from his lips as if to commemorate his rejection, he destroys his room, not in resentment but in the fact that he will have to forget some of the parts you made him feel. 

He wishes he could keep these feelings, but knows that it’s unfair to both of you to keep hoping. When you leave the Devildom, he lets himself mourn for what he will lose and removes the flowers. 

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me headcanons #shall we date obey me #hanahaki disease #angst #flowers

[archived-mononokeland]

ask : Okay so I really like your LeviXhanahaki!reader one shot, I was wondering if there was any chance of your writing a follow up of maybe Levi finding out after MC has passed away.

ack - so i planned to post this along with the other ending version, but i figured it’s long overdue at this point and i should go with what i have!

warning: major angst, death, blood, hanahaki

“ too late  “

It’s been centuries.

Well—it hasn’t, but that was what Levi felt like. He knows it’s maybe been a month, maybe two, but every second felt excruciating.

You weren’t joining the next exchange program. That much was found out when Diavolo called a meeting, saying that you declined his offer. He didn’t say that it was because you tore his letter and threw it away, but the concluded version was that you just would not come for another year.

Of course, it was met by questions and heartbroken glances between the brothers, but with time, they respected your wishes. No matter what it was, they’d come to terms with it. Besides, it’s not as if they’re not allowed to stay in contact with you.

Except for one.

The amount of anxiety that crushed Levi was astronomical when each time you left him on read. Well, that wasn’t that often, but you never did that before! Even so, your answers always came late, with a reply that. . .seem to lack your familiar flare.

The thoughts that came with him being the Avatar of Envy came, stronger now. And each time, he reminded himself that hey, you have a life of your own in the human world (but perhaps that was a tamer form of his spiraling mind).

Until you became more and more off.

Not only him, your response spread to each brother. Such topic was only brought up when they mentioned the differences in your texts during a groupchat talk. You’ve declined every phone call they made (well, more of that you let the phone ring and never pick up, despite you being online, but same thing), which was understandable to some.

Each thought it was an individual thing, and it wasn’t.

It has been brought to you for questioning, yes. They had their own talk of, “Hey, human, are you okay?” And even then, your answer would be a, “yeah, sorry, i just feel tired ^^;;”

Whether they bought it or not, is unknown to you. You hope they do, anyway.

Each day dragged on for the third-brother of them all. He knew he’d miss the human, they were his true friend after all, but. . .this feeling wasn’t one he liked. At all. In fact, he despised it to his very core. But why was he feeling like this for a normie. . .?

It didn’t matter, he thought as he turned off his D.D.D. Another text of his left on read. . .he hoped you were okay.

[ ✿ ]

 You hate it, you despise it. Each day is harder, increasing in the amount of petals—hell, fully bloomed flowers appeared a lot more often—thrown out. You thought it’d decrease since your departure from Devildom, but unfortunately, it seems to be the opposite. You don’t know what it is, shouldn’t the effects be lessened once you’re not in the vicinity of the other party?

Or maybe it was the factor that he was a demon, and you were a human. The situation of a human getting Hanahaki from a creature of hell was very likely to not be documented in any books you’ve read.

Still, even so, you were going to die in the near future. The flowers tell you as much.

They were enough to make a bouquet, you notice. All the ones you’ve spat out were in perfect condition (minus the spit and blood), no tears at the petals, even, in some cases, the stamen and carpels seemed as if untouched, and not forced out your throat. And as a result, you’ve began to collect them and put them in pots you found around the house. Whether you’d like to admit it or otherwise, it was one of the only moments you left your room.

Each type of flower, you fitted in different pots and vases. The most prominent ones that you remember were hyacinths (purple, to be exact), gardenias, marigolds, and yarrows. You keep the other, lesser flowers, all huddled in one big vase. Perhaps they’ll be the secret pieces to your tragedy.

You wonder how long they’ll last after you die.

Such a waste of beauty, you ponder, gently plucking a gardenia from the rest. The white petal flutters as you twirl it aimlessly. The white canvas once red, now back to its purest colors, until it will inevitably wilt away.

The sound of a knock flooded you ears, breaking down your thoughts and pulling you back to earth. You shoved the flower back to its place and hurried up to the door. Who could it be? You haven’t had a visitor in a while now.

Whoever came to mind while you made your way, it certainly wasn’t correct. Instead, you were greeted with a tuft of white hair that you didn’t exactly expect at all. “Solomon!” Your surprise was very much evident both in your voice, and facial expression, “It’s. . .nice to see you here.”

“Hello,” he greets you with an easy smile of his own, “It’s quite the surprise visit, isn’t it? I apologize for that.”

“It’s fine, really!” You force a laugh, sounding a lot hoarse than you thought it would. Even so, “Please, come in!”

You ushered him inside and you close the door behind you. The sight of him looking around your abode doesn’t escape your gaze, it just leaves you a bit flustered, “I’m so sorry it isn’t. . .that presentable, I wasn’t expecting a guest. I can go make some tea, or anything.”

“It’s fine, really.” He gives you yet another small smile, but it quickly turns into a rather sympathetic gaze. He’s noticed your weary expression, your tired tone. “But I think you should go grab a drink for yourself.”

“. . .Yeah, I will. The living room’s down the hall, make yourself at home.”

You don’t raise an objection—the two of you know how much you need it. Well, more you than him, but that’s to be expected.

You get yourself a glass of water, and the cold water punches at your sore throat. A choked up feeling remains, but it’s been there for a while, and you pay no mind to it. You just hope you don’t start coughing up near your guest.

You push any thoughts left to the back of your mind and leave your kitchen. You arrive at your living room to find Solomon situating himself on your couch comfortably. You do the same across from him, “So, Solomon, I thought you were going back for a next year in the program?”

“Likewise to you,” his words left a cold metal press against your body, “but I told Diavolo I’d join next year.”

“I see.”

“And I was surprised when I heard you weren’t coming also. I thought you would’ve been ecstatic to go back.” His eyebrows arched at you, his head tilting slightly.

A sigh, “Well, yes, but—“ your eyes involuntarily glance at a vase positioned near a window, filled with the flowers from your lungs, “. . .it’s complicated.”

A silence hung itself in the air for a good few while, until the other hummed. “I see.” A mumble, nearly inaudible as his lips barely parted. And the silence continued. He’s staring at you, you feel it, and you refuse to stare back.

A cough threatens to break itself out from you. You beg for it to have mercy, please, just for now.

And a plead never stops a tragedy. Even if you fall to your knees, and beg and beg and beg, the scythe will strike you either way. Because, does Death hesitate when it sees someone in such a state? To not rip open the wound, for the reason that it’s time for the wound to be seen?

In the end, blood and secrets spill like a broken mess.

“You’re going to die, aren’t you?”

His question was a whisper, leaving your body cold and alone. Your eyes, while not even looking at him, wavered and roamed. Another flower blooms.

“. . .How. . .?” And, such is the only thing you could say. The petals inside you stroke your organs, and air feels impossible. Shocked, you are, and the world crashes down all at once.

Solomon’s gaze doesn’t give away the answer. And it looks like his lips won’t either; at least not a clear one. “. . .I have my ways.”

A fond smile touches your lips, now tracing over your eyes. “S. . Shady-ass.” Slowly, the world becomes fuzzy dots and continuously blurry. The wound you’ve so desperately tried to stitch close is ripping away, thread by thread. Another flower blooms.

“. . .And you haven’t told them, have you?”

Another question, and another stab to your soul. The wound is third-fourth of spilling its stained secrets, all in courtesy of you. “. . .Is this the purpose of your visit?” The world fades in and out, clear then muddy— “You’re. . .cruel, y’know?” Another flower blooms.

And not a word comes from him next. The silence was enough to rip at your open gash.

The world fades out of your vision as the flowers spill, coughing and clawing its way out of your throat. You don’t feel your body collapsing to the floor, your knees giving up on you, your body writhing itself to keep a stance. You don’t feel the widened gaze Solomon has on you.

Your focus is on your pain; and it slowly becomes your world. The blood that’s spilt, the scratches denting your lungs, the flood of colors sprayed mercilessly, the tears holding no stops or ends as it mixes with the others.

For a moment, you wonder if your blood and spit and tears are the only thing the flowers’ve felt.

[ ✿ ]

“I don’t get it! I know they’ve left me on read for a long time now, but they don’t even come online anymore!”

Levi’s exasperated words fill through the room without a problem. The other brothers in the room would’ve told him to calm down, had they not been on the same level of worry as he was. After all, it wasn’t only him that noticed you’ve not came online and even read any messages they sent for what—a week now?

They’ve all tried to contact you through various means, from the surface leveled texts and phone calls, to even using your pact to send messages by igniting your nerves through pain or the sorts.

None of them worked.

“Please, Lucifer, you have to let someone go up and check on them! Anyone!” Levi’s pleads added the weight of the burden said brother felt on his shoulders. He, too, felt the strong urge to go up and see you, but workload has inconveniently increased against his favors.

Even so, Lucifer sent no reply to his brother and looked away with a hesitant and equally pained gaze. However, after so many requests from his brothers, all those he shared, he relented, “. . .I will talk to Lord Diavolo about this.”

Glances were exchanged between all seven demons, and Levi huffed, sitting up from his chair in the dining room. The rest watched as he stormed into the hallway, and most likely, into his room.

Immediately, he made a beeline to his chair, throwing his body onto it and opening his D.D.D. as if it were a reflex. With his other hand, he reached to his mouse and logged onto something on his computer, not even bothering to spare a look. His fingers tap away into his Chats, and into yours and his. A week you’ve been gone.

His other hand glided away from his mouse, and onto his pact mark, situated on the left side of his stomach. A small wave of magic flows, and reaching to said mark, trying to fish out a response. Nothing. Not a pulse, not a shock, not anything to tell him you were there.

He’d try, and try, and try. But no answer came.

A buzz from his D.D.D. prevents his thoughts from spiraling. The brothers’ groupchat had a notification. His eyes lingered momentarily to the clock at the corner of his device, half an hour has already passed. Was it really that long he spent. . .? But the question was disregarded as he checked who it was.

Lucifer: I’ve talked with Lord Diavolo.

His heart leaps, and so does his anxiety.

Lucifer: He’s been worried as well, and so, one of you is permitted to go.

And with that one message, everyone started typing up at once, like a fire. Levi didn’t falter behind.

Leviathan: I’ll go.

And after it was sent, his thoughts melted to a puddle. All the texts that came after, most likely all the others wanting to go, became muddled visions to him. He can’t feel his arms, his legs, and lastly, the way his heart churns and squeezes so tightly in him.

It hurts, but reality pulled him back.

Levi blinked once, twice, then refocused on the screen bellow him. The words in the white box said by Lucifer shocked him, but sent a slight wave of relief, and also a shaking anxiety.

Lucifer: You’ll be going then, Levi.

Hurriedly, his trembling fingers struggle to get a response. A whirlwind spawns inside his heart and mind.

Leviathan: Huh?!

Leviathan: Uhm, when?

He considered asking why, but he didn’t want the decision to be backtracked.

Lucifer: You may go to the castle now to be transported.

And with that, Leviathan hurries out.

   He doesn’t pay attention to what the Demon King in front of him say. Nor does he at the beatings of his own heart. Only a nod, and an occasional hum, and the portal flickers in front of him.

A portal to you.

He takes fast steps to the glimmering light, and his body warps to another world around him.

Despite wearing casual human clothes, his hand still wanders and threads over the pact mark hidden underneath the fabrics. Once again, magic flows from his fingertips, and his legs carry him where it leads to. You, hopefully.

He reaches a house. His magic says you’re here, but you yourself say you aren’t here. Instead of a solid presence around him, you were more of dust, sprinkling the air with a sense of. . .cold.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.

His steps pick up as he walks to the door, and knocks. Silence, for a few, and then it opens, revealing someone—someone that isn’t you.

“Excuse me, sir, who are you?” It was a woman, mid-thirty’s he took a guess. Her tone was soft, ever so slightly broken, and her gaze was such as well.

“Uhm—“ A choked up feeling made itself home in Levi’s throat so suddenly. He wavered in every parts of his body, “I was. . .wondering if there’s someone named. . .”

He utters your name, gentle with such fragility. A looming hesitance and fear was evident as well, so none of his tone was positive by any means. The woman in front of him tensed, and gave a look of heart break.

No, it can’t be. It just can’t—

“. . .It’s. . .very unfortunate of me to say this, but. . .”

No, no no—

“. . .they’ve passed away.”

  His world broke.

Sentences came after that. Leviathan knew, he just wouldn’t acknowledge. A sharp, excruciating pain imbedded deep in his heart, his mind, his body—his pact mark shattered, and so did he.

Even so, he reached—reached deeply inside of the shards of the broken him to utter out a sentence, and stay stable, if for a moment.

“. . .How. . . d-did—“

He cut himself off. He can’t go any further, he just can’t. Fortunately, the lady picked up and answered.

“. . .It’s from a rare disease.” Her voice was wavering, hesitant, but it was an answer nonetheless, “Hanahaki. A person sprouts flowers from their lungs due to unrequited love and it slowly kills them.”

She didn’t want to say any further, and he didn’t want to hear any further.

His legs were numb, his body hurt to exist, his heart ached to keep beating. A thud sounded as his knees collided with the concrete—his feet didn’t work. None of his. . .anything, did. The screams of agony were a vocalization of his tears, his pain. A hand clutched the mark—your mark—and a cold darkness bit back.

His hand would bleed, but he wouldn’t care. You were dead. You were dead you were dead you were dead you were—

Could he have stopped this? Maybe, if he wasn’t so ignorant, and checked up on you like an actual friend would—could he have stopped this? Maybe, maybe, you’d be there by his side, smiling cheekily and exclaiming it was a joke—or a nightmare, just—anything but reality.

Were you hurting? No, of course you were. And not uttering a word, to anyone, to him?

And for a moment, he wonders if your tears and blood were the only thing you felt when you died.

#obey me leviathan #obey me levi #shall we date obey me #obey me #obey me scenario #hanahaki #angst #tw death

[dimension-after-dark]

Leviathan's Fears

Tw: graphic hanahaki, major character death, and some cursing.

Leviathan sat at his desk like he did almost everyday, he was playing a game as he often did. This one was a single player game but that didnt change the odd pains in his chest, he didn't think much of it. He likely just needed to go for a long swim again, he was pretty bad about not letting his gills dry out sometimes.

The issue was of course not his gills at all but he didnt know that yet, he just continued to play his game until after his many coughs caused a single red petal to fall from his lips.

"Of course I get hanahaki, no one would love me like that." He knew his feelings for the exchange student ran deeper than friendship but he was hoping they loved him as well, this petal an amaryllis it turns out was a symbol of how they didnt love him like he does at all.

For the next several days Leviathan refuses to leave his room, he doesnt let the exchange student in and his brothers aren't particularly worried yet. The exchange student was very worried however and the worries about him didnt help his new condition. He was coughing full flowers by the third day and they were coated in blood.

Someone knocked on his door, he knew that soon someone was going to force him out of the safety of his room. He was just hoping for a few more days, "What's the password?"

"The fifth lord who..." Its Solomon, today we had planned to rewatch TSL again. I had almost forgot with this normie problem of mine, maybe Solomon can help with it? He is the most powerful sorcerer and he has done a lot.

I finish the phrase and let Solomon in, before I can close the door Asmo follows him in. "Don't mind me Levi, I wanted to watch it too. The actors and costumes are just so beautiful."

"Fine just dont do anything weird during the movies."

"Levi are you ok? You sound a bit sick, are you sick?" Asmo is backing away from me and looks worried but well he cant be sick, such a normie.

"Its nothing contagious Asmo." It isn't a lie, hanahaki is not contagious. Asmo calms from the answer and starts a short lecture about self care I tune out, I set up the movies and the two of them find a place to sit in my room.

The hang out is going fine until Henry walks onto the screen, the character that reminds him so much of the one he wants to love. He starts to cough and as he tries to keep the flowers in his mouth to not be discovered Solomon and Asmo watch him cough in horror.

"Levi!" Their panicked yells cause him to open his mouth and as he tries to get his throat to make the words to assure his brother he will be fine, the petals he had been holding in his mouth fell out.

"I see so Leviathan has a case of at very least perceived unrequited love, so who is it so we can ask how they feel?" Solomon looks a lot less worried than Asmo but hes also a shady sorcerer.

"No, its pointless anyways. They would never love me like that because I am just a yucky otaku." Asmos face sours at his words.

"You say that like you already tried to confess, can't you at least try to see if they feel the same?" Asmo has a pleading look in his eyes, it begins to wear down Levis resolve until he continues talking. "And if they dont I can make them, we cant lose another member of our family."

"No you can't Asmo, it wouldn't be real." Ironic isnt it? The one time he cares about having something being real its killing him.

"I think I know who it is, its the exchange student isn't it? You call them your Henry and it was when Henry entered the screen you started coughing." Solomon is right but I can't tell anyone.

"If you won't tell them then why don't you get the surgery? Since I can't charm them and won't charm them."

"The surgery doesn't work on my unique physiology, my gills make it hard to do it." Its the sad truth, because Leviathan is an odd one and his biology was so different he could not be treated the same way at times.

"Then why not drown the flowers?"

"These flowers are able to live in water, Amaryllis can stay alive even if I try to drown them."

"Then you have to tell them or you'll die, I can't lose you too Levi."

"Asmo why would they choose me over anyone else? I'm not charming like you or smart like Satan. I'm not strong like Beel and I'm not even cool like Mammon. I can't even relate to them with human things like Solomon and Diavolo is a prince, who wouldn't want to date a prince?" The feelings of inadequacy are very strong in Leviathan and this isn't a game he can reset to get a different ending.

"You still don't know how they feel but you have made your decision without even seeing if they could grow to love you. I can slow the spread of the flowers but you would need to either fall in love with someone else who does love you already or get them to love you." An option most would consider wise to take, but it has a lot of side effects and Solomon wont do it for free.

"If he takes your offer what do you want from him?"

"A pact, it seems fair doesn't it Asmo? In exchange for a chance at life I get access to his power. Mind you I can only maintain the spell for a max of a month, possibly less if the feelings are that strong."

"I don't think its going to be worth it, why would anyone love me?" Without having even seen them in days the perceived rejection makes his throat raw with flowers again.

He coughs and coughs the flowers having stems already and some poking out of his normally able to blend in gill slits. As his brother and friend watch in loud horror red amaryllis bloom from him and yet he isnt dead yet. He seems to be injured but not to an extreme, his skin has the outline of more flowers and if he was able to get the surgery it would be now that most people would have forced him. Also most humans would have already died from the first flower that grow out of his skin.

"Levi?" Asmodeus and Solomon look not only very worried but also as though he should be dead, he feels worse but not like hes going to die yet.

"I-" His throat is too full of flowers and raw to talk, the worried stares don't stop and the door opens to reveal Lucifer who looks angry until he sees his younger brother with flowers growing from him.

"Levi why did you not tell me?" Lucifer feels hurt because that's his brother and hes dying, though he would not have told his brothers if he had hanahaki so hes a hypocrite. That is not the point though.

"We know who it is, we can confess for him and then he can be ok." Asmo is ready to run off and tell the exchange student for Levi right now, knowing how advanced hanahaki looks and seeing it happen to your brother are two very, very different things.

"No, you know it has to be him. Can he even speak anymore?" Levi shakes his head, Lucifer frowns not from anger but from the fact that his brother will be dead soon.

"Then who is it he loves Asmo? Who do we need to try and convince to try to love him?" He wants his little brother to be ok and thats a good thing, we stan the good big brother Lucifer.

"It's the exchange student, he loves them and he thinks they won't love him." This is when Lucifers face has an oh shit moment, because he just asked them out. They hadn't said yes or no yet but he had asked them out and now he finds out his brother not only loves them but is dying because he loves them.

"What is with that face Lucifer? Don't tell me you like the exchange student too." Solomon remarks and that sets off a chain of events that takes us from seven brothers to six.

Leviathan sees the exchange student in a relationship with his oldest brother, reliable Lucifer, strong and smart Lucifer. Lucifer the Morningstar. A rejection without a word having been spoken, and the flowers consume the rest of Levis body. All that remains in the end is his buttons, the smiley, the frowny, and the neutral in a pile of bloody and red amaryllis.

Having heard the numerous screams of pain or concern the exchange student pushed past Lucifer to see the pile that used to be Leviathan. "Where is Levi? I got him a new Ruri-chan figurine, I was going to see if he wanted to hang out with me. I like him not you, Im sorry Lucifer."

"Hes dead, he loved you but he thought you didnt love him." The tears begun to flow from Asmodeus' eyes as he said that, he just lost another sibling to love after all.

"Asmo don't make jokes like that, I just came here to tell him. Why would he be dead? I thought that you were all something close to immortal, he cant be gone." They fall to their knees clutching the figurine which was a special Valentines day one, as they sob a flower takes hold in their lungs. The black roses of grief take hold of the exchange student.

#hanahaki #obey me solomon #obey me asmo #obey me levi #leviathan #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan

[leviathanswingman]

killing me softly, chapter 11: realization

Even though they had just been ushered out of the music room, the demon brothers and Yuuta didn't part ways. Instead, they all remained in front of the closed door, unsure of what to do. There was an uneasy ambiance in the air as they looked at each other, stupefied.

„What just happened?“ Beel finally asked, breaking the silence.

„Lucifer has somehow gotten himself hanahaki, that's what happened,“ Yuuta answered as he stretched his shoulders. „I don't get why we had to have a whole ass meeting just to clarify that. Didn't most of us already know?“

„Well, I didn't know!“ Mammon threw in.

„That's because you are an idiot.“ Asmodeus pretentiously studied his nails as he insulted his older brother. „Not that that's something new.“

„Oi!“

„Hey, stop bullying him for once, Asmo,“ Beel murmured as he shot a quick smile at Mammon. „Lucifer probably didn't want us to worry. Also, it's not like there's much to worry about. He hasn't been sick for more than a week.“

Belphegor leaned lazily against the wall as he scrolled through the hanahaki devilpedia page. „It says here that most cases start getting bad after like a month. So why worry now?“

All of a sudden, Satan shushed them and pointed at the door. Confused, the others redirected their attention to the door. Yuuta tilted his head in silent question as Satan moved closer to the door, putting his ear against it.

„Wha-“

„SHHH!“ Satan threw them a dirty look before turning back to the door. The others simply watched him, not knowing what to do. After several moments had passed, Satan quickly jumped away from the door, just in time to not get hit.

Lord Diavolo rushed out of the room, so lost in thought that he didn't even acknowledge the demons right in front of his nose. He brushed past them and made his way down the hallway.

„What was that about?“

Satan turned back around to Yuuta and his siblings. „I think I know exactly what that was about. Let's go somewhere where we can have more privacy first though. Who knows who could be listening.“

Neither of his brothers knew what Satan was talking about, but seeing the calm yet serious look on their brother's face, they chose to obey. Usually, their brother loved his alone time and after any of their meetings would have immediately went back to the library to find new books. Today was inherently different though, and they could clearly tell. Satan was dead serious.

Beel was the first one to speak up. „Hmh. Let's go then.“

„Why do we always have to end up in my room?“ Yuuta groaned as he let himself fall onto his bed, the only empty space left in the now cramped room. „Seven people are really pushing it, don't you think?“

„It'll have to do. Now stop being grumpy for a moment and listen. All of you.“ Satan sat down on the desk chair and crossed his legs. „Right from the beginning, this whole situation seemed suspicious to me, something felt off.“

Beel, who sat crossed legged on the floor, raised his hand before talking. „What do you mean something felt off?“

„I think I need to clarify. The information I have gathered isn't adding up with what I'm seeing. It doesn't make sense. Allegedly, Lucifer has had hanahaki's for not much longer than a week. His physical state however, doesn't support that statement whatsoever. As I said before, the last time I tried to confront him I accidentally ran into him and Diavolo sleeping in the same bed together.“

“Which I don't even want to think about,” Belphie threw in before he threw himself onto the bed as well, yawning. Almost immediately, Yuuta put a healthy distance between them as he eyed Belphegor somewhat suspiciously.

“Fair, but not the point. What's your point, Satan?” he asked.

Satan uncrossed his legs and fixed his brothers with an intense gaze. “For reasons you don't need to know I walked over to them when they were still asleep. I didn't think much of it before, but now it makes all the more sense. Diavolo told us he'd helped Lucifer through a bad hanahaki attack, but there were no petals on the bed when I was there, however there was blood on the pillows.”

“Whaddaya mean? Yer trying to say Diavolo lied to us?” Mammon asked as he sat down next to Beel.

“No, I'm not saying that. Actually, I found a whole flower on the bed, including stems and roots.”

Levi's head shot up and he stared at Satan for a moment, eyes big and shocked. “That can't be true! He shouldn't be this far along! Isn't that way too quickly?!”

“Exactly. This led me to the conclusion that Barbatos was hiding something from us. So when I eavesdropped after they kicked us out I heard something very peculiar.” Satan stood up again and rubbed his temples, already feeling a migraine coming on. “Barbatos told Diavolo that Lucifer had only three days left.”

Everyone looked at Satan in startled silence.

“Oh no. No, no, no. Hell no!” Levi exclaimed as realization dawned upon him. “When I saw him in the bathroom the toilet was also filled with both petals and full flowers. Is this why? This can't be it! This shouldn't be it! Why is it moving so fast?!” His head whipped around to Satan. “Why is it moving so fast?!”

“According to Devilpedia, there are rare atypical cases where the disease proceeds faster than usual,” Belphie mumbled as he scanned the site on his DDD. “No way,” he suddenly exclaimed as his eyes shifted from left to right, taking in the information they all needed at the moment. “In the worst case recorded the victim died within two weeks.”

After a moment of silence, the cramped room filled with panicked chatter.

“T-two weeks?!” Levi sank down on the bed inbetween Belphie and Yuuta as he put his head in his hands in desperation. “What are we going to do without Lucifer?”

Asmodeus shook his head, a sad expression on his face. “Is he trying to break the record for quickest hanahaki fatality?” He laughed bitterly. “Of course he would deny love like that. That's Lucifer for you. Ever so stubborn.” For a moment, he let his mind run free, hoping to find a solution in the panicked flurry of his thoughts. Then, realization set in. “Lucifer won't confess. He won't confess because it's Lord Diavolo he would have to confess to.”

Without any hesitation, he ran over to Satan, grabbing onto his shoulders and shaking him a bit too violently. “You know he won't. Lucifer is too proud and too much of an idiot to jeopardize his relationship to Lord Diavolo this easily. We have to do something about this!”

Gently, Satan grabbed Asmodeus' hands and removed them from his shoulders. “Yes, we definitely have to interfere. Although I would love to see Lucifer suffer, this is not the way to go for him. I want to be personally responsible for his anguish. So I can't allow this to happen.”

“Yeah sure, daddy's boy...” Yuuta threw in from the bed. Satan bolted towards him, ready to throw hands, but stopped when Yuuta raised one finger. “But I have to agree. He needs a good kick in the ass to get the stone rolling. He'll hate every second of it, so we have to be real careful so he won't find out.”

“We have to find a way,” Beel mumbled, his expression worried and his frame tense.

“We will find a way,” Mammon and Satan said in unison, followed by a second of stunned silence as they stared at each other.

“Let me think about it. I'll text you the details once I've come up with a sound plan,” Satan eventually concluded, a determined expression on his face as he already pulled out his notepad. Scribbling down note after note, he waved with one hand as he hurriedly exited the room. It was now his turn to save the demon he had always felt inferior to. It was now his turn to save the demon who, whether he liked it or not, was the sole reason for Satan's existence.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6 , Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

*nsfw chapter

taglist: @el-does-photography

#my writing #obey me #shall we date? obey me #dialuci #lucifer x diavolo #obey me! lucifer #obey me! diavolo #obey me! mammon #obey me! leviathan #obey me! asmodeus #obey me! beelzebub #obey me! belphegor #obey me! satan #obey me! oc #hanahaki au #angst #fanfiction #no sleep we die like sleep deprived ff writers

[mixys-devildom-adventures]

I recently read a fan fiction about the hanahaki disease I'm not the best at drawing 👉👈 but I tried my best Mixy (In one of her earlier disguises) suffering from the Hanahaki disease (͒ ⸝⸝•̥´𖥦`•̥⸝⸝)͒

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[ruaidhri-doeswriteiswear]

Death of a Naturalist

So I’ve decided to create some angst! This is a hanahaki au, so if stuff like that squicks you out, don’t click read more! This is just the prologue, I’ll be posting the boys parts separately cause they’re going to be long lmao

This was not the best idea, you realised. In hindsight, maybe you should have prepared for this eventuality but unfortunately it wasn’t something included in Diavolo’s opening speech. You mentally kicked yourself as you stared at the petals in your hand, biting back at the bile in your throat. What were you going to do? It’s not like you could hide it successfully (for very long, at least) and it’s not exactly like you could confess. You knew what would happen, you were only human after all. Regardless it didn’t matter; you were coughing up blood and flower stems and there was nothing to be done about it.

               You tried to make it through the day, you really did. But the hacking cough only got worse the more you thought about it. So you tried to ignore it. That worked for a week and a bit, but eventually the petals made their way into your hand again. And again. A familiar pain blossomed in the space between your ribs as you tried to choke back tears and stems. Laboured breaths tore through your crowded lungs as you gasped for air around the plants. This was the biggest load yet. The incessant nature of it all had torn your throat up and you stared in horror, recoiling as you realised there was blood coating this new batch. Sighing, you leaned back as a tickle started at the back of your throat again. This was going to be along night you realised.

               Things had only gotten worse from there. You couldn’t sleep because anytime you lay down you could feel a new flower head try to come up. You couldn’t sit up because then you wouldn’t fall asleep. You couldn’t do anything through the blinding pain which felt like it had crawled into the darkness of your lungs and made a home. Sobs wracked your body as you tried to stifle the newest protrusion, choking slightly when it got to be too much. Your body spasmed as it forced what felt to be a tangled bunch of flowers up your windpipe. Crying out you threw them away from you, disgusted with the blood drenched bunch. If only you hadn’t been so…human. So drawn to these creatures like a moth to a flame. It was laughable, really, you thought as you bit back a laugh, biting down on a stray petal. You stood, shakily at first, but with growing confidence. Gathering the flowers, broken stems and tangled roots, you laughed to yourself as you threw them in the bin, hoping that you could quell your aching lungs and heart.

               An alarm blared, there was a banging noise and raised voices right by your door. Sitting up, you wiped the small line of dried blood from your chin. You looked down at your pillow and nearly screamed in horror. It was covered in petals and the broken heads of flowers. Tears starting again, you flipped your pillow, and fumbled to turn your alarm off. You anxiously checked your face in the mirror as the banging on your door became more insistent. In your sleep deprived state you could only make out snippets, “know you’re awake”, “open the door”, “heard you coughing all last night”. Your heart drops at that one and you try to ignore the rising sense of fear and nausea. Something is at the back of your throat again. Is it words? Is it your unspoken cry for attention? For love? Oh, no its just more flowers. You can tell it’s getting worse as every time you cough you can feel a tugging inside your lungs. With a now crescendo of fear you realise they’re rooting. Just like how the roots of your ill-fated favouritism grew into something much more poisonous and deadly for you, so were the roots of (what you now found to be) a mocking reminder of your unworthiness of their affection. Why were you so fallible? Why couldn’t your little heart understand that this wasn’t some school yard crush where you could get your heart broken and recover. Sighing, you smoothed your hair and opened the door.

#obey me #obey me leviathan #lucifer obey me #obey me satan #obey me mammon #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #hanahaki #angst

[luxexhomines]

why did you have to betray him?

This is the second SFW Leviathan fic I’ve published on my AO3! Please click here if you would like to read it on AO3. If you venture onto my AO3, please be warned of NSFW and problematic content that may include triggering topics!  Click here to read my card. Commissions are open (but I won’t start working on them until after May 8th because of other responsibilities)!

This is a Hanahaki disease work; MC/Reader has Hanahaki’s for Levi. If you need to know the ending before you start reading, feel free to skim the tags.   I’ve included a short excerpt before the cut for the rest of the story.

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“Sorry, Levi, not today.”

You shut the door in his face, and Levi feels his heart sink for what feels like the hundredth time in the past month. It’s not like he’s been counting, but even with all the years he’d been alive, it sure seemed like a whole lot of rejections in such a short amount of time.

He had even gone as far as to go knock on your door and ask in person—but you had still turned him down. Sighing, he trudges back to his room. Levi’s not sure why he’s so surprised. Or disappointed. Because this is only natural, only expected, that you wouldn’t want to hang out with someone like him. A repulsive otaku shut-in. There was no reason for you to want to hang out with him in the first place. He should be surprised that you’d even hung out with him before you started rejecting him.

Maybe it was time for him to give up on asking. He shouldn’t harbor hope in his chest anymore, no matter how badly he wants to spend time with you, to see your smile, hear your tumbling laugh, look into your shining, bright eyes. The times he did get to spend with you, it almost felt like all of that, all of you had been meant just for him. For him, and him alone.

But he supposed that ended today. Or, rather, it had ended weeks ago. Levi couldn’t help it if you’d realized that you didn’t want to hang out with him. It had only been a matter of time. And the time had finally come.

He shuffles into his room morosely and shuts the door. Only the sound of the aquarium is here in his room, a quiet, calm, trickling sound, constant, almost unnoticeable. But in the face of your absence, it was loud. It isn’t silent, but it's quiet enough in his room that the space feels glum.

Levi stands in front of his shelves of discs and runs his fingers along the sides of each one, the smooth plastic cool under his touch. He’ll pick lively music to listen to today, he thinks to himself. Sucre Frenzy’s newest album would do just fine. But instead, he ends up pulling out a Bithir Gloom album. He frowns but slides it into the CD player anyway. Maybe it was fine to wallow in this misery. Just for a little while.

Although he knows a little while always ends up being a long time, ranging anywhere from a month to a century. It’s his nature, isn’t it? At least, that’s what he always told himself. It made him feel better if he couldn’t help it; if it was a part of him. He couldn’t deny the nature of his existence.

Yes, he was the Avatar of Envy, and he was a repugnant, otaku hikikomori.

His chest aches, and the sole sound of the melancholy piano drifts from the speakers faintly, discreetly filling the room with the elegiac, dark tones, like a mist of shadows engulfing him.

He embraces it. As he always does. As he always will.

It’s a part of him, after all.

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You’re hunched over at your desk, trying to distract yourself by studying as furiously as possible.

From that incessant, severe pain. Or maybe, more accurately, from your flowering, profound feelings.

No. You can’t think about that. You turn back to the textbook, Ancient Lore and Myths of the Devildom’s Cursed Artifacts, but it’s too late.

Something is swelling within you.

You let it because keeping it in would be more painful.

You cough into your arm, and the action seems to take years off of your life. It’s a deep heaving of your lungs that, out of its pure force, makes the rest of your body quake violently for moments after it’s gone.

On your tongue is the taste of iron. You want to dismiss it, to forget about it and go back to your work, but you stand and go to the bathroom instead, against your better judgment.

The fluorescent lights burn into your skin, and you lean in toward the mirror over the sink. When you open your mouth, you see red. Crimson red. Not the muted, pinkish-red of your tongue and cheeks.

Blood red.

A chill rushes down your spine, and you close your mouth, swallowing dryly before realizing you should perhaps wash it out. With trembling fingers, you bring water to your lips and rinse. You spit out bloodied water, tarnished, impure, dirty, disgusting. You can’t bear to look at it, and you run water over the remnants in the bowl of the sink. No evidence could be left behind. No evidence of your burgeoning, vile feelings. Of your betrayal. You’re willing to die with that betrayal kept a secret. As long as he doesn’t know.

Leviathan can never know that you love him.

You amble back to your room and lay down on your bed, exhausted.

Bad idea.

You’re sitting up and hacking again before you know it. You’re not sure what it feels more like: being set aflame as the tongues of fire eagerly lap at your chest, or asphyxiating to death under the pressure of water and drowning. Take your pick. Not that there was much to pick between, anyway. It was both, and it was neither. It couldn’t be described, not really. Sensations like these could only be felt to be understood—although, no one would willingly accept that fate, knowing what it entails. You didn’t. You were dragged, kicking and screaming, and confined to it with heavy shackles that fettered your movement, kept you from escape, or any hint of freedom. You’d never asked for this, never wanted this, but here you were, regardless.

When you finish coughing, there’s that same taste in your mouth again, and your chest is sore. You rub it in hopes of alleviating any amount of the pain, but it’s useless. If it were that easy, you wouldn’t be coughing, to begin with. You lick your lips and then become aware of something, some foreign entity in your mouth. You open your mouth and let it fall into your hand.

It flutters gently, despite the violence and agony it signified.

A petal.

It’s a motley, striped purple, slightly long and oval, tapering off and curved outward. The first to appear. You’re not sure what flower it comes from, but you sense that it doesn’t bode well for you. Not that you couldn’t have already known that with all the blood you were coughing up and the pain that had persisted in your chest for a few weeks already. You were so, so tired. Nausea was rising from your throat, closing up.

You stare at the offending petal. More evidence of your abominable love. Regret surges inside you.

Why did you have to make this mistake?

Why did you have to love him?

Why did you have to betray him?

Tears bud in your eyes, and there’s nothing you can do but let them fall, bitter and full, unwarranted and yet irrepressible. Just like your feelings for him. Just like this pain. Just like-

You don’t finish that thought. It hasn’t happened yet. You’re still praying it won’t, even though you know there can be no other answer to the question of your fate. No other ending.

You have no say in it, and you resent it.

You curl up on your side and let yourself escape the pain of reality as you fall into a dreamless sleep.

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Waking up is excruciating. Because it’s then when you know that tomorrow has come and that another day awaits before you, full of tangles and roots waiting to trip you, to cling to you, to hurt you. Dread lives in you, but you’ve long grown numb to it. After all, this is reality. You’re not going to escape it. There’s nothing that convenient. It’s all you can do to just manage, day-to-day.

You peel yourself from your bed and force yourself to go through the morning routine. Somehow, you make it to breakfast, where you slouch in your seat and pick at your food, slowly shoveling a few bites into your mouth.

You glance up when Levi arrives and feel a pang of guilt. You had been avoiding him for weeks now. Well, for the few weeks since your chest had started to hurt because you had your suspicions, and you ended up being right. You had hoped to nip your flowery little problem in the bud, but clearly, it hadn’t worked. You supposed that wasn’t how it worked. You were supposed to not love someone in the first place. You couldn’t just unget feelings. It was a painful realization, both physically and emotionally.

Then, you had wondered if you could just hang out with him, knowing what was going on—but then also realized that you would probably cough around him, which would raise questions and potentially expose you. That was the one thing that couldn’t happen. At this point, you couldn’t stop the growth, but you could keep him from knowing the truth. And that was what you were going to do. No matter what it cost.

You have to admit that he doesn’t look too good today. Dark circles were under his eyes, and he looked like he was about to collapse—it seemed like a miracle he’d even gotten to the breakfast table today. He plops into his chair, not even sparing a look in your direction. You guess it only serves you right, after how you’ve been treating him the past few weeks. Each time you had to turn him down was like another barb in your heart, tightening around it and drawing blood. But there was nothing you could do. Perhaps it was selfish of you, to want to protect yourself from the imminent lash back of crossing the boundary you shouldn’t have.

Of betraying his true friendship.

You shake off your thoughts and clear your dishes. You glance at Levi again, who’s eating like a zombie while scrolling on his D.D.D., but ultimately scamper away. This was for the best—or at least, for you, it would be. You’re not sure what would hurt Leviathan more. Your betrayal, or your rejection.

And you don’t think you want to know. Because you think you might know the answer, and confirming it would only deepen the wounds in your heart.

Levi has been in a haze ever since he woke up. He had hardly slept, having stayed up until the wee hours of the morning in his misery, and once he did sleep, he didn’t sleep well. He’d tossed and turned and overall had been half-conscious but also trapped in a darkness that he couldn’t navigate.

He isn’t paying attention to anything. How could he? He’s not even sure what he’s eating right now, or what he’s looking at on Devilgram. All he’s aware of is this dull pain still in control of him, filtering the world around him, turning it all to darkness.

“Levi.”

He blinks slowly and lifts his head. Asmo is looking at him with a concerned face.

“...What?” he mumbles. The words barely even leave his lips.

“What’s going on? The two of you have been in a mood lately. Both of you came in looking like someone had broken your hearts and are generally listless.”

He swallows the spoonful of—what even was it? Poison apple oatmeal with a smattering of sugared newt eyes?

“What do you mean? Everything is fine.”

But he knows he doesn’t sound convincing. He doesn’t believe those words himself, so how could he? The one thing that did surprise him was the fact that Asmo thought you were also dispirited. You were the one rejecting him, so how could you be unhappy? Consciously remembering what led to his current state only drives another stake into his chest. He winces.

Asmo is peering at him like he’s transparent, surveying him closely with discerning gold eyes. Levi knows it’s never a good sign when Asmo looks at him like that.

“No, it’s not. Your skin is rougher than usual. Come on, be honest with me. Something is going on, and it has to do with each other, doesn’t it?” Asmo puts a hand to his cheek in thought. “You two have barely been talking or spending time with each other in the past few weeks. Did you fight?”

Leviathan stiffens. How was he supposed to answer that? He wasn’t even sure what exactly had happened. One day, you’d just stopped hanging out with him, and that was that. It hadn’t even petered out. He also hadn’t been able to recall anything particularly dumb or offensive that he’d done the time before it’d happened. He’d just assumed it was because he was—well, him.

He bristles and throws Asmo a dirty look.

“Why are you asking, anyway? Even if we did, it doesn’t involve you,” Levi grumbles. “But no. Not really. I don’t know. Don’t ask me anymore.”

Asmo huffs and crosses his arms.

“I’m your brother. I can’t not ask you when it’s been going on for this long. I’ve already been holding back, okay?” He looks around the room conspiratorially and then back at Levi. “Just for today, I’ll make an exception and skip school for you. You have to tell me what’s going on. It affects both of you, not just yourself.”

Levi protests half-heartedly, but he’s shot down, as he knows he will be. Asmo is a lot pushier than he might seem, and he has to give in. He wonders if talking about it might help, although it seemed hopeless at this point. An unsalvageable situation. Or relationship. Whatever. The two of you had been true best friends, right? But then you’d just up and left, and now it was just him again. Alone. As he’d always been. As perhaps it always should have been, until you came and disrupted it. But it had been a welcome disruption, he thinks to himself longingly, his heart aching.

Asmo follows Levi into his room, and they sit. Asmo’s orange eyes are serious, and his pink bangs sway slightly as he tilts his head, scrutinizing Levi.

“You’re a wreck,” he says bluntly. “Tell me what’s going on. I don’t know isn’t an acceptable answer.”

Levi sighs and slumps forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“I mean, I don’t know,” he starts, but seeing Asmo’s face, continues hastily. “One day, they just stopped hanging out with me, and then it continued. And we haven’t talked much or spent time together since before that happened.”

He sneaks a look at Asmo’s expression, which is disgruntled. Asmo seems to be in thought, puzzled.

“Do you know why? Or have any ideas?” he prods.

“If I knew why it would make this easier, wouldn’t it?” Levi exhales in frustration. “No, I don’t know why. I spent hours thinking about everything we did the last time we’d hung out and if I’d done anything dumb or offensive. But there was nothing different from usual. And it was sudden, too, when we stopped hanging out.”

Asmo leans in curiously.

“So it wasn’t gradual. Any other details?”

The other demon blows his bangs up with a puff of air, out of his eyes.

“No. Uh, I mean, I’ve asked to hang out multiple times. I even went in-person. And they said no, every single time.” He pauses. “Usually, they said it was because they were studying. Or they didn’t say why. But I mean, it’s no wonder they wouldn’t want to hang out with a disgusting otaku like me.”

The sound of the aquarium water filter punctuates the silence as both sit in thought.

“Did you notice anything weird about their behavior?” Asmo looks into Levi’s eyes. “Because I think something is up. I don’t think it’s because of you, or they wouldn’t have spent time with you before, either. They seem distracted all the time, and they’ve been shutting themselves in their room a lot more often, too.”

Leviathan leans back, crossing his arms and thinking. Weird behavior? None that he could think of. Or anything that mattered. He frowns.

“No, not really. Although I had wondered if they were sick because the other day I heard them coughing through the door of their room after they said they couldn’t hang out.”

Something glints in Asmo’s eye, and Levi’s not sure he likes it. His palms are starting to get clammy, and he rubs them against his trousers clumsily. It doesn’t help, but he does it again anyway in vain.

“Levi.” Asmo catches his attention and he freezes, looking up. “We need to talk to them. I don’t think they’re sick, exactly—not in the way you’re thinking.”

Levi’s shoulders droop. How was he supposed to talk to you when he could scarcely get within a five-foot radius of you? That was too tall a task for him to accomplish.

“You’ll have to talk to them alone,” he says dejectedly. “I’ve barely been able to talk to them, much less approach them the past few weeks. They hightail it immediately when I come into the picture.”

Asmo sighs and shakes his head.

“Alright, alright, fine. I’ll talk to them for you. You owe me,” he smirks.

Levi opens his mouth to object—he doesn’t want to be in Asmo’s debt -but thinks better of it. This was the best chance he was going to get in terms of ever finding out what was going on, and why in Devildom you’d been avoiding him. He just nods.

“Fine. But only if you get to talk to them and find out something.”

Asmo laughs.

“Of course. I’ll get the job done, don’t worry.” He stands and heads for the door. “I’ll let you know when I have. Or, preferably, I’ll send them your way so the two of you can talk.”

Levi’s not so sure the second option is feasible, but he wants to hope that there’s still a chance, however slim it may be.

“Okay.” He looks at Asmo. “...Thanks.”

Asmo just grins and winks at him and pops out of his room.

Levi sits on his gaming chair, still feeling like he was half-dead. But at least he was a little less dead. Hopefully, Asmo would come back with news, whether good or bad. But he knows he shouldn’t hope. His hopes will only be crushed in the end, anyway.

          ----------

You’re walking back into the House of Lamentation after school and traipsing through the garden when someone calls out to you. You blink and turn.

“...Asmo?”

He smiles in that Cheshire cat way of his.

“The one and only! Listen, let’s have a little chat. I noticed you haven’t been doing the best recently.”

Before you can say no, he hooks an arm around yours and practically hauls you away and lets both you into your room. You stumble in and sit on your bed as he closes the door. Your throat is tickling, and you take a sip of water from your water bottle. You can’t cough. Not while Asmo is here. He’s too astute. You know he’ll pick up on the reason straightaway.

“So what do you want to talk about?” You eye him suspiciously.

Asmo sits on your chair, and suddenly his eyes aren’t laughing anymore.

“I know something’s not right. Tell me what’s going on.”

You smile and play dumb. It was always the best tactic, especially when you didn’t know what cards your opponent held—in this case, what Asmo knew.

“What are you talking about? I mean, my studies aren’t too great, but that’s nothing new.”

He shakes his head, disapproval leaking into his voice.

“You’re not doing anyone any favors by beating around the bush. You’ve been avoiding Levi.”

You register his words, and half-relief, half-dread crawls into your heart. At least that seemed to be most of what he knew. You purse your lips.

“...Well, I can’t deny that,” is all you can say. It wasn’t like you had any excuses for Asmo.

“Why?” he presses.

You fix your gaze to the floor and swing your legs back and forth.

“I’m just trying to catch up with my studying. Lucifer will skin me and feed me to Cerberus if I don’t get my tasks done right. It’s a lot to manage, so I haven’t had time to hang out.”

Asmo’s eyes are piercing. It’s an uncomfortable feeling, being stared at like that. But you also know that it’s not unusual, given the situation.

“You’ve been so busy that you suddenly had to stop hanging out with him at all? For weeks?” His tone softens. “Tell me the truth. You know I won’t judge.”

It’s true; Asmo had usually been an impartial bystander to all of the problems you’d encountered in the Devildom, a safe confidante and trustworthy. But you can’t tell him. No one can know.

“There’s nothing to tell,” you insist, even though you know it sounds weak. Your lungs are itching. You hope Asmo leaves soon. You weren’t sure how long you could last without coughing.

His face is skeptical.

“I know something is going on.” He puts a hand on your shoulder soothingly. “You look like you’re going through a lot.”

You glance up at him and then look away again.

“It’s nothing. I just have to manage my tasks and studies. Which I should be doing now,” you hint.

Asmo sighs.

“No. Not right now. It can wait.” He smoothes a piece of your hair and then pulls back. “You’ve been coughing.”

It’s a statement. Not a question. And you’re not sure what to make of it. You study him, but your silence speaks volumes.

“...Did you hear me or something?” You run your fingers through your hair, distraught. “I’ve been keeping quiet. There’s no way…”

He watches you panic with sadness etched on his features.

“You’re not sick, are you?” A pause. “At least, not in a conventional way.”

Your eyes meet his, and a flash of understanding goes through you. He knows. He’s known all this time. He was just trying to pry it from your lips, to hear it directly from you. You feel nausea building inside, and almost immediately, as if on cue, you start coughing. The inside of your mouth feels sticky, and you rush to drink water and wash the blood down your throat before he can see anything. But you start coughing again, and he shifts, sitting next to you on the bed. Asmo places a hand on your back and rubs in soothing circles. It’s enough to make you want to cry, and you do. Through all those tears, you finally stop coughing. But something is in your mouth again.

With cold, numbing dread, you part your lips, and it falls into your mouth. This time, it’s much bigger. It’s not a single petal, but the whole bloodied head of a decapitated flower and the sight clutches your heart as you realize what species it is.

“...Purple hyacinth.”

You feel Asmo’s touch halt. His hand is simply resting on your back now. Before you can do anything, he’s plucked the flower from your hand, and you stretch to try and get it from him in desperation, even though you know it’s useless since he’s already seen it.

He casts a knowing look at you.

“This is why you’ve been coughing, isn’t it?” He knows the answer. You’ve never wanted to curse him more than you do now. “I’ll admit that my understanding of flower meanings is lacking, but it’s obvious who this is for, given your behavior.”

You grit your teeth, but tears spring to your eyes again. A stray cough goes flying into your arm, and a few petals scatter onto the floor. They’re beautiful, that muted purple with hints of orchid mixed in, but dyed in its nature, cruelty, the red blood leaving stripes and dots across them, marring that beauty.

You grab Asmo’s shoulders frantically and your shaking fingers sink into his suede jacket.

“You can’t tell him!” You shake Asmo urgently. “Please, Asmo...you can’t.”

Strength is leaving you in spades—any strength you’d had since you’d been condemned to your fate, anyway. You sink to your knees, and they knock against the floor with a thud. Everything hurts, but your chest hurts the most. You don’t know what you’re going to do. It’s hopeless. You’re sobbing, panicked, and Asmo kneels in front of you, rubbing your head.

“Hey, breathe,” he urges.

He waits until you calm down, and you shoot him a murderous look, however weakened the effect of your stare is by the watery veil upon it, blurring the edges of your vision.

“You’re not going to tell him.”

Asmo’s eyes meet yours.

“No. You are.”

Suddenly, you’re laughing. But it’s a crazed, despairing laugh.

“What gives you that idea?” You snort incredulously. “No. I can’t tell him. I won’t. Never.”

His gaze hardens.

“Even if you die?”

You won’t back down.

“Not over my dead body.”

He pulls you to your feet and embraces you. His hug is warm and gentle, almost comforting in spite of what’s just happened. You’re still hurting.

“You need to tell him. The worst that can happen is that he’ll say he doesn’t like you, and you won’t be any worse off than you are now.” He pulls back and pecks you on the cheek gently. “And if he says he does like you, then you won’t have to avoid him or cough anymore. And you’ll be alive. I don’t know about you, but I’d much prefer you alive in the Devildom than not. You’d probably get sent up to Heaven, anyway.”

You can’t help but chuckle.

“Who knows.” You sigh. “Asmo, I can’t tell him. We’ve been such good friends up until those few weeks ago. If I tell him I like him, it’s…” You trail off.

Asmo purses his lips.

“It’s?”

“It’s betrayal,” you finish. “I’ll have been seeing him as something other than a friend. It’s a betrayal of the friendship we had. It’s better to be hated for the way I treat him than the way I love him.” Your eyes are still wet as you stare at Asmo, begging for him to understand. “Don’t you get it?”

He pets you on the head, and his eyes tell you what he thinks. That you’re being silly and worrying too much.

“Oh, he’s not going to hate you even if he doesn’t like you back.” He smiles. “And he does like you, so there’s that. I guess that’s not my place to say—but in my opinion, it’s kind of obvious, although his affection seems to masquerade itself under the guise of friendship.”

You furrow your eyebrows.

“Asmo, I would know if he thought of me as anything more than a friend. Trust me. With all the time I’ve spent with him, I would know.”

Asmo boops you on the nose, laughing.

“You seem to have forgotten that I’ve spent thousands more years with him, while you’ve only spent a few months with him,” he reminds you gently. “You’re also just much denser than you think. You don’t see the way he looks at you. And even for a friend, he’s been moping around, absolutely heartbroken this entire time that you’ve been avoiding him.”

You drop your gaze.

“You’re right. But still. I don’t think he likes me that way. I know it’s selfish, but I can’t stand the thought of being hated for what I can’t even control, which is liking him to begin with.”

“It’s not selfish. You’re just looking out for yourself,” Asmo relents. “But you’re not doing it in the right way. You should trust me. Just talk to him. If you don’t talk to him, I hate to say it, but I’ll tell him the truth for you.”

You grab his hands, lacing his slender fingers with yours, and give him big puppy dog eyes, which he only laughs and shakes his head at. You pout.

“Asmo, please! Just do me this one favor.”

He’s adamant.

“I think you forgot that you’re going to die if you don’t address this quickly. And I’m not about to let that happen. We’re going over to his room, right now.”

You squeal as he picks you up and runs out of the room. He’s strong, even if he’s not ripped like Beel.

“Asmodeus, stop! Put me down! You’re the worst, I swear,” you’re half-wailing at this point. But part of you might be relieved. Maybe you could just get it over with. And then you wouldn’t have to think about it anymore. You could die in peace, you supposed. Accept your death sentence.

Asmo opens the door and shoves you inside, flashing a thumbs up at you and Leviathan, who’s sitting in his gaming chair, now upright, tense, and gawking.

“Have a good talk!”

He slams the door shut, and you turn back to Levi. Being in front of him is harder than you originally thought it’d be. Your chest twinges.

“Levi, I…”

The way he looks at you is so woeful. He’s wretched. He still looks as drained as he did this morning. All of the air seems to seep out of him as he sinks back against his chair, sighing.

“Asmo dragged you here, didn’t he?” His orange eyes flicker darkly. “It’s okay, you can leave. Don’t worry.”

You wet your lips anxiously and take a few steps toward him. With each step, your chest grows tighter.

“No, uh… I should talk to you, anyway.” You hesitate. “I’m sorry, Levi. I didn’t want to avoid you. It’s just-...” You cut off abruptly. It was so hard to say it. You didn’t know how to, either. Your chest burns; you can hardly breathe under the current fire of the circumstances.

Levi shifts in his chair and leans toward you, rubbing his neck.

“What is it? You realized you don’t want to hang out with a disgusting otaku shut-in like me?”

The way he says those words, too, is just the worst. Because he sounds like he truly believes it, and knowing him, he probably does. It’s a knife to the chest. Your throat is itching, and you end up coughing again.

“No, that’s not it…!” You manage to sputter out that much in between your hacking.

He seems to forget himself as he leaps to his feet and rushes to you, closing the distance between the two of you, and he flusters, his hands flailing in the air as if torn between touching you and restraining himself.

“Are you alright? Are you sick? I knew something was wrong when I heard you coughing a while back.”

You glance up at him and your coughing eases for a moment.

“You heard me coughing?” Your stomach drops in horror. You hadn’t hid it as well as you thought. “Did you tell anyone?”

He starts to shake his head but then nods.

“Well, I told Asmo just today.”

You feel like you’ve kicked yourself in the foot as you start to understand what led up to your confrontation with Levi.

“So he didn’t hear me in person. He heard it from you.”

Levi wavers, and his eyes dart back and forth.

“I guess so. Is that important…?”

You shrug, and another cough sends another object into your mouth again.

“I mean, I don’t know, um…”

You let the new entity fall into your hand gingerly. It’s another purple hyacinth, of course. It’s whole this time, too. It’s just tinged with blood this time around the edges, mostly dry.

When you look at Leviathan, he’s in shock as he looks between the flower and you, confused and horrified.

“Did you just cough out a flower?!” He blinks. “Oh, wait, this is just like that manga I was reading, about how the main character coughs out flowers when they think their love is unrequited…”

Damn. It wasn’t surprising he knew, considering his plethora of knowledge for anime and fiction tropes.

“I guess the cat’s out of the bag,” you admit wryly.

Levi slumps.

“So it’s Asmo, huh? That’s why you asked me if I’d told him.”

You stare at him. Was Levi this slow?

“Levi, it’s not Asmo. I asked you because Asmo figured out what was going on with me, not because I like him.” You laugh. “Are you really this dense?”

Levi narrows his eyes and crosses his arms.

“Hey, are you mocking me? I’m not dense! I bet I can guess who it is. Uh…”

You can’t help but laugh. Despite the current situation, the two of you had easily fallen into the same comfortable banter you used to have, and it’s both a relief and slightly startling.

“Levi, at this rate, you’re never going to guess who it is.”

His eyes land on the flower in your hand.

“Wait, I can—just give me a sec… Is that...purple hyacinth?” His eyes look up in thought. “Those represent...apologies and sorrow…? I think they mean, ‘please forgive me.’” He frowns and his face crumples. “Never mind. Just tell me. I’m confused now.”

You chuckle and slip the flower into your pocket. It was time to tell him. Time to face your fate. Time.

You admire those orange eyes one last time. Molten orange, with a flame of shadowy purple leaping inside. You comb your gaze through his purple hair. Muted and soft. You read those lips, slightly pink and always so expressive. Finally, you turn your eyes back to his again, which are looking at you in bewilderment.

“Leviathan, please forgive me.”

There’s silence for a while. You can tell he’s still confused but knows better than to just ask. He’s processing. Then, his eyes light up. It’s the time of reckoning. His face turns pink.

“Wait...does that mean what I think it means…?” He pauses, his cheeks reddening further as he presses his hand to his mouth shyly. “D-Do you...do you maybe li-” He stops, defeated. “Ugh, never mind…”

You groan inwardly. Levi had always been wishy-washy. You would just have to spell it out for him.

“Yes. I love you, Leviathan.”

Those words come out much sharper and matter-of-a-fact than you’d intended. But you can’t take them back. Nor would you want to, anymore. You’ve come too far.

He’s staring at you in awe. But it doesn’t at least seem to be repulsion, so maybe you have hope, the hope of still staying friends, of maintaining the easy relationship you’d had with him before the entire debacle of this ridiculous and cruel lovesickness had fallen upon you both.

“Uh, are you sure? I mean, are you talking to the right person? Someone like me? Really? You must be kidding,” he sputters.

You sigh and take a step back.

“Levi, it’s true, whether you believe it or not.” You should go. You grasp the door handle and turn and look at him one last time. “Please forgive me,” you muster a weak smile. “I’m sorry.”

He flounders and comes over, grabbing your wrist.

“W-Wait, no! Don’t go,” he pleads. Levi’s eyes are open, shining, genuine—something in them is so beautiful, but you’re not sure what it is. “I, uh. I just found it hard to believe. Why are you apologizing, anyway?”

You turn halfway to look at him and tilt your head as you look him in the eye. Your chest hurts. You want to cough again, but you suppress it. The way you’ve been suppressing your feelings. The way you’ve been suppressing the truth. But you can’t suppress the latter two anymore, not the way you could hold in a cough. Perhaps this had been inevitable; as inevitable as your love that had blossomed for him.

“I’ve betrayed you.” Those words, heavy and pained, are almost soundless as they leave your lips. “I’ve betrayed our friendship. We were best friends, weren’t we? And then I ruined it. That’s why I’ve been avoiding you,” you confess. “Because it would be so much less painful to be hated by you for what I could control than to be hated by you for what I couldn’t. And I couldn’t stop myself from loving you. I tried, but I couldn’t.” Your voice breaks in the last few words, and you try not to burst into tears again. You didn’t need another waterworks show, and neither did he.

Levi lets go of your wrist, but he clearly wants you to stay, so you turn fully to face him as you wait for him to respond. He mostly looks stunned, but his face is also bright red. More than you’ve ever seen it before, which is a feat in and of itself.

“You didn’t betray our friendship,” he says. You search his eyes, and they’re honest. Relief overtakes you, although you’re still waiting for more elaboration. “I would never hate you. I was just...depressed when you were avoiding me. I didn’t hate you. And I don’t hate you now.” He fumbles over his words, but you wait patiently. “I mean, I guess what I’m trying to say is… I love you, too.” His last words come out in a rush, and he hurriedly continues. “Like you said y-you...you couldn’t not love me,” he blushes, “I could never hate you, and I also can’t not love you.”

You don’t know what to say. It sounds too good to be true. Like what dreams are made of. Although, you’d readily admit that all your dreams recently have been far from lovely or wonderful or anything close to what this moment was bringing you; pure, unbridled joy, only made stronger by the prolonged absence of it previously. The pain in your chest has dissolved, and in its place is a warmth. You bite your lip.

“Really…? You’re not just saying that to be nice?”

He nods firmly, still red in the face. He shoves his hands in his pockets.

“Ugh, I’m the worst at saying these things,” he sighs. “The way you said it sounded like something straight out of an anime, and then I went and ruined the moment.”

Laughter is bubbling out of you before you know it, and you throw your arms around him, ecstatic.

“Leviathan, you didn’t ruin anything. I love you, and I thought you were adorable. Like you always are.”

He’s tense at first, but he also wraps his arms around you.

“L-Like I always am…?! You’re just saying that, aren’t you?”

His voice is still doubtful. You sigh. You’d have to work on that with him. With him. The thought sends you over the moon and back. You hug him with renewed strength.

“I wouldn’t just say anything. I promise, I only tell the truth when it comes to you, and you’re the cutest demon in the Devildom. And I love you,” you drag out your last words.

Levi’s speech is largely incomprehensible, but you do get a few words out of it.

“I-I love you, too…” He sighs happily into your embrace. “I’m not dreaming, am I? This isn’t an April Fools prank? I’m not getting filmed on the gag comedy show where they trick people and film their reactions?”

You snicker.

“Levi, April Fools passed a long time ago. And you’re awake, in case you couldn’t tell. Should I hold you a little tighter?”

“N-No!” He blurts. “Uh, I mean…! If you hold me any tighter, I might just die of happiness. This is already a lot to handle. I probably used up all the happiness in my life just now.”

You pull back just a little and see his face drop slightly, but then it’s glowing and red again when you kiss him on the cheek.

“How about that? Not going to die from that?”

Levi looks like he’s stopped breathing as he holds you in a fixed state, his eyes glazing over. When he finally does answer, he’s breathless.

“No, I… I’ll survive, I think…”

You place a kiss on his other cheek sweetly, joy fluttering in your chest. You can’t stop smiling.

“Good, because you’re going to have to get used to it from now on. Be prepared.”

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[leviathism]

req info

reqs are open.

req info might be updated in the future

things i will not write:

- arophobic tropes (hanahaki disease / most soulmate aus) how?

- reader has (insert disorder or disability) i will most likely not have any of those. OR specific body trait like height, whether they’re skinny / chubby, etc.

- female/male reader

- nsfw

- anything involving makeup/femininity

things i enjoy writing right now:

- most to least likely prompts

- sleeping together!!!!

- sick fics!

- aro mc!!!

characters i enjoy writing for right now:

obey me: mammon, leviathan, & belphie

twst: leona, azul, cater, & vil.

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[needyounow-love]

Obey Me Masterlist - 1

All the masterlists

Started: 25/04/2020

Updated: 14/07/2020

Rules

Prompts List for requests

Obey Me

Ps: I'm trying to write all the headcanons with gender-neutral pronouns, but it's still easier for me to write with my own pronouns, so the other prompts will usually be with my own pronouns (she/her). This doesn't mean that you can't ask for a prompt with different pronouns: I will do my best to use the pronoun that you want!♡

Memes

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Headcanons

How would they react if MC started crying because of a nightmare (Mammon, Belphie and Levi)

How the brothers would react if their s/o was jealous of some succubi who always try to flirt with them and to hurt their s/o

How the brothers would react to their reckless MC who always get injured

How would the brothers react to MC being a known historical costumes' designer - Part 1 (Mammon, Levi, Satan and Asmo)

How would the brothers react to a MC who paces a lot

How would the brothers react to a MC who usually is very edgy, but nice and cuddly only with them (Mammon, Levi and Asmo)

How would the brothers and Diavolo react if they ended up having to sleep in the same room as MC and MC confessed their love for them, while they (MC) are sleeping

How would the brothers react to a MC that came out as FTM

How would the brothers react to MC starting her period in the middle of the night and being really embarrassed about accidentally getting blood on the sheets

Pegging Mammon (nsfw)

How would the brothers react if they found out that MC has a degradation kink (nsfw)

How would the brothers react if they walked in on MC getting changed

How would the brothers react if you told them that you hate them (without meaning it)

How would the brothers react if MC wore a cosplay of their demon forms

What would their nationalities and jobs be if they were humans? (brothers + undateables)

How would the undateables react if they found out that MC has a degradation kink (nsfw)

What safe word would the brothers use?

MC having a crush on Levi/Mammon and faking to be offended by the two brothers calling them a normie/lowly human to tease them

Brothers - from biggest fo smallest (nsfw)

MC being an angel

How would the brothers react if some incubi tried to flirt with MC

Undateables - from smallest to biggest (nsfw)

Making the brothers watch TV series like Supernatural, Good Omens and Lucifer

MC is having trouble sleeping and asks to sleep with Lucifer and for him to hold her in his arms until she falls asleep

What brother would be most likely to take photos of you during or after having sex (nsfw)

How would the brothers react if they saw their very dom!s/o in a military uniform (mention of nsfw activities)

How would the brothers react to a MC that has a resting bitch face

How would my favourite brothers react to a bilingual MC who starts going off on some demon in another language because she's had enough of their shit (Leviathan, Mammon, Belphegor)

How would the brothers react if MC lost her memory and didn’t remember about them

How would the brothers react if MC started sleep talking whilst having a wet dream

Levi random headcanon - Dildos

The brothers reaction to a bubbly/cheerful MC who suddenly changes expression

How would the brothers react to MC chewing ice/anything hard but MC doesn’t bat an eye or show any signs of pain

How would the brothers react to a MC that sings in scary situations to cheer herself up

How would the brothers react to a MC who’s very intimidating

How would the brothers react to a MC who changes her hair colour often and who will change it to match the brothers’ hairstyles

How would the brothers react to accidentally finding out that MC’s stuff and private photos are being sold by her stalker who MC kept a secret from the brothers

How would the brothers react if MC got sick of the brothers talking down to Mammon once again and just started yelling at them about how they treat him

How would the brothers + undateables react to seeing MC in a wedding dress for "wedding day" of spirit week?

The brothers get in a petty argument with MC and say something that they don’t mean to them, making MC cry (Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan and Belphegor)

How would the brothers react if you called them by the wrong name

How would the brothers react if they got stuck with MC in an elevator suddenly out of service

Levi and the ocean

The brothers with a MC who's very open about what they want (nsfw and sfw)

Undateables with a Fem!MC who likes to be spanked (nsfw)

Each brother reacting to MC choosing another specific brother over him

How would the brothers react an extremely drunk MC being all over the them and asking for their attention and snuggles (nsfw references)

Levi, Satan, Asmo, and Mammon with a MC who loves the fantasy genre

How would the brothers+undateables react to a MC who was being physically/emotionally abused by her family before ending in the Devildom

NSFW Alphabet headcanons

All the brothers - D

Mammon - from A to Z

Leviathan - from A to Z

Leviathan - C and X

Barbatos - from A to Z

Solomon - X

Asmodeus - C

Diavolo - F and X

Diavolo - K and P

Lucifer

F!MC Punishment (nsfw)

Sub!Lucifer x GN!MC - Happy birthday, Luci! (nsfw)

Mammon

F!MC Look at the sky (fluff)

The Deal (nsfw) - Mammon gets gangbanged by some witches

F!MC Can't help falling in love with you

F!MC Can't wait (nsfw)

F!MC Promise Me (nsfw)

Leviathan

F! MC Friday Night pt.1 (slightly nsfw)

F!MC Friday Night pt.2 (nsfw)

F!MC A new kink (nsfw)

F!MC You're mine (nsfw)

F!MC Thank you (fluff)

F!MC Let's start again

F!MC Cuddles (fluff)

F!MC Sea monster, not lizard! (nsfw)

F!MC Game Over (fluff)

GN!MC - I dare you

Satan

F!MC Wet Dreams (nsfw)

Sub!Satan x GN!MC - A good kitten (nsfw)

Asmodeus

GN!MC Let's put that mouth to good use (nsfw)

Beelzebub

F!MC Beelzebub x MC x Belphegor - Need some help? (nsfw)

Belphegor

F!MC I missed you (nsfw)

F!MC Hanahaki Disease (angst/fluff)

F!MC Don't forget about me (angst)

M!MC - Puppy eyes (fluff)

GN! Your Lies (angst)

F!MC Beelzebub x MC x Belphegor - Need some help? (nsfw)

All the brothers x MC

F!MC Laser Point

F!MC MC gets turned into a child

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[leviathans-watching]

satan x gn!reader, rated g, valentine’s day fluff

part 2/7 of my obey me v-day hcs!

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pt 2: “words fail” with satan at 12 pm est

You check your phone, reaffirming the text Satan had sent you

Satan: come to the living room

Looking around, you don’t see him, which is odd. However, there’s something on the coffee table that catches your eye

Walking over to get a closer look, you see a single red rose and a note

‘MC’ is scrawled on the front of the note in Satan’s elegant script.

“Dearest MC,

I struggle to find the words to say I love you when I try to say it aloud. Due to this, I’ve decided to compose a letter to you describing my utter devotion.

MC. You make my whole world better. You make me better.

When we were in the human realm, I managed to pick up a collection of human love poems, and I found one I think best describes my love to you.

‘This is my confession.

As dark as I am,

I will always

find enough light

to adore you to pieces,

with all of my pieces.’

The poem was written by Johnny Nguyen. I find most of his work beautiful.

Before you came, my world was so dark, Before you, all I felt was a never-ending sea of wrath, hot and burning, like lava in my throat. Occasionally, I would feel a sick sense of satisfaction or smugness, but I now know those emotions were just pale imitations of the real thing, something I only know because of you.

I now feel love, happiness, hope, all things I thought I could never achieve. And it’s all thanks to you.

So, MC, if you know nothing, at least know this. I will always love you. I will always be there for you. And all I can hope is you never get tired of me and feel the same way.

Yours completely,

Satan”  

Blinking back tears, you re-read the letter, tracing each carefully penned word with your finger. Fits that Satan would write you a letter. He always was better at communicating that way.

Smelling the rose, which was thornless, you press the letter to your chest, promising you’d never lose it.

It would be one of those things you pull out in a few decades that transports you to the past.

Folding up the letter, you set out on your next goal: finding that silly fourth-born.

Instinct tells you to head to his room, so you do, steps hurried against the stone floor. Once you make it to his room, you don’t bother knocking, instead throwing the door open in your haste.

Satan blinks in surprise as you barrel towards him.

“You boneheaded demon,” you say into his neck, hugging him tightly. “Of course I’m yours. Forever and always.”

Satan’s entire body untenses, and he hugs you back, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

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