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mammonsbby · 2 years

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Descent

A/N: I really loved writing this one! Please reblog if you enjoy! <3 Warnings: Angst, sad angel, kissing in the rain Pairing: Simeon x GN!MC Words: 3581 ✨My Masterlist✨

Just as soon as your professor dismisses class, you pull out your DDD. You’re supposed to meet up with a certain angel today. You’ve been spending quite a bit of time together recently. And you couldn’t be more thrilled. He’s such a sweet person and you’re glad to call him your friend. He radiates warmth and love and… Well, you suppose that’s just what angels do–

Your eyes bulge out of your head when you see your most recent message. You stifle a laugh behind your hand. He can’t possibly mean what you think he does; you can’t wait to find out what this translates to. You double check what it says and grab your bag, laughing as you walk to your meeting place.

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“I just don’t understand,” Simeon starts, a crease forming on his forehead. “Why were the emojis I sent… inappropriate?”

“Simeon, a lot of people use the eggplant emoji to mean…” You glance around the mostly-empty hallway, and rise up on your toes to whisper in his ear. As soon as you’re finished explaining, his cheeks darken and his eyes are wider than you thought possible. He’s too cute for this world, you think as he raises a gloved hand to cover his mouth.

“So, you see now why I was sort of confused. Right?” You ask, a dusting of pink on your own face.

“Oh dear, MC. I– I apologize.” Simeon cringes, realizing what he’d accidentally done. He could die of embarrassment.

You laugh and pat the technologically clueless angel’s arm. He’s so special. Kind, smart, funny. But, despite being thousands of years old, somehow naive at times. “It’s okay. I knew you didn’t mean it like that.”

“Do any other symbols have secret meanings?” He asks, a scared look in his eyes. You stand next to him as he scrolls through his emoji keyboard and point out the ones that could have not-so-angelic meanings.

“That means what?!” Simeon asks, in disbelief, when you reach the sweat droplets emoji. His face is burning. And yours is no different. “I… can’t believe I’ve been sending it to Luke when it’s hot out.”

“I’m sure Luke has no idea. It only means that in… certain contexts. Like, if you paired it with an eggplant,” you explain softly. He sighs, thankful that at least he isn’t somehow sending dirty texts to his pseudo-child. Then he puts his phone away, unwilling to learn more.

“So, um, would you like to come over for some leftover eggplant parmesan?” Simeon asks, his eyes on the ground and his face warm.

“Sure.” You try your best not to laugh, but when your eyes meet his, you can’t help it.

—

Simeon had been drawn to you since the day you met. You were easy to talk to. You were sweet and friendly and helpful. You gave off a light, some sort of beacon in the darkness of the Devildom. He wasn’t sure where that light came from. Or why he could see it. Until recently.

He has feelings for you. Of this, he is certain. They are undeniable and unrelenting. And, as much as they frighten him, he can’t shake them. What’s more, he doesn’t want to.

So, that’s why he’s been walking you home. He’s in love and he’s not sure what to do about it, so he’s decided to follow you like a puppy as long as you’ll let him. And last week, when he invited you over for leftovers, you didn’t laugh in his face. (Okay, well, you did, but only because he’s technologically illiterate.)

Besides inadvertently sexting you, Simeon thinks he must be doing something right. He cringes inwardly, remembering how he’d felt when he learned that people had some pretty vulgar uses for cartoonized fruits. But he shakes that away.

For the past week, or maybe longer, he’s been trying to find the courage to tell you how he feels. And while he’s written these feelings before, he can’t say he’s ever felt them. And there is a stark difference.

For instance, when he’s writing, he controls each characters’ feelings and responses. He knows what one will say, because he knows what the others’ reaction will be. What if you were to go off-script? The idea is nauseating.

So, now, on the walk to the House with you, he’s anxious. His stomach is in knots, and not just because he let Solomon help with dinner the night before. The two of you are walking side-by-side and he can vaguely hear you prattling about something, but he has no idea what. Because his heart is pounding in his ears. And he can barely focus on moving his legs in time to walk with you.

“Don’t you think so, Simeon?” You ask, looking up at him.

At the sound of his name, he gives you a confused look. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Weren’t you paying attention?” Your eyebrows are scrunched.

“I’m afraid I wasn’t. My mind was elsewhere.” He admits, looking away sheepishly.

You smile, “Oh, it’s okay. I was just saying how weird it is that it’s always night down here. I’m still not entirely used to it.”

Was it night? He’d hardly noticed. Your smile has that effect on him.

“Oh, yeah. It is strange. Of course, where I’m from, you get neverending sun.” He replies.

“Huh. That sounds kinda… awful. No offense.”

Simeon laughs at your honesty. “It’s a big change, but a welcome one. I rather enjoy the night. How about you? Do you miss the sun?”

The two of you are approaching the stoop of the House. He’s running out of time!

“Oh yeah, I miss daytime for sure,” you say, rummaging through your bag. “I’m always terrified to walk anywhere alone here.” You add before triumphantly pulling out your keys.

Simeon is well aware of the dangers of the Devildom. He can’t imagine how frightening it must be to a human. The thought of anything happening to you…

“I’d be happy to accompany you anywhere you go.” Simeon offers.

Your eyes widen and you start to smile. “Really? That’s so sweet.”

He merely nods. Oh Father, his palms are sweating. That ruins his plan to hold your hands and pour his heart out. Think quicker! Simeon takes a deep breath as you turn to unlock the door.

“MC?” He says, softly. Nervously.

You turn back towards him, just in time for him to swoop down and place a kiss on your forehead, taking you by surprise. Your mouth drops open and you drop your keys. And you don’t have time to respond, because as soon as you feel it, he’s gone in a blur of white.

Simeon’s face is on fire as he soars through the dark, Devildom sky. He did it! He did it! Wait… He did what exactly?

As he nears his own dormitory, he realizes that, instead of confessing his feelings to you, he’d slapped a kiss to your head and flew away. Like a coward.

“Oh, feathers,” he says, bringing a hand to his own forehead. Maybe he at least got the point across?

You press your fingertips to the searing spot on your forehead, wondering what had come over the angel. You step into the House, still confused. Do… Do angels just spontaneously kiss their friends on the head?

Stranger things have happened, I guess, you think as you step into the entrance hall, noting the cow hanging from the chandelier. “Hi Belphie.”

“Hmmph.”

“Are you… asleep?” You ask, but don’t get a response. Lucifer must’ve strung him up for skipping class. You continue to your room and start to tap out a text. As soon as it’s sent, your heart does a flip.

There’s a knock on your door and, before you have time to pretend you aren’t there, it swings open revealing the Avatar of Lust. “Hi Asmo. What’s up?” You say, trying your best to seem normal.

“Hey darling, I just wanted to ask if this top looks okay with this neckl–” He pauses and gives you a once over, a smirk forming on his lips. “What’s got you so blushy?”

“What? I’m not blushy,” you deny, though you can feel the warmth in your cheeks. Asmo sits down next to you.

“Yes you are. And I thought only I could fluster you so.” He sighs, dejectedly falling backwards onto your mattress with an arm over his face.

“Simeon kissed me,” you blurt out. Asmo sits up immediately, with a grave look on his lovely face.

“He what?”

“I… uh, he kissed me on the forehead.” You explain, pointing to the spot.

Asmo furrows his brows, “That’s… odd.”

“It is?”

“I… Sweetie.” Asmo takes a breath and exhales slowly. Instead of his usual, cheerful expression, he wears a serious one. “Our little sister, Lilith. She fell in love with a human…” He trails off, letting you fill in the blanks.

“Oh. Right…” Your heart clenches and your hands clutch your DDD.

Asmodeus smiles sadly and puts an arm around your shoulders. “Don’t look so sad, dear. Maybe… Maybe He is more forgiving now.” He offers, but he doesn’t look convinced.

—

Simeon is still kicking himself for flying away like an idiot when his DDD makes a noise. It is, however; the special noise that it always makes when you text him, so he grabs it.

You can kiss me properly next time. If you want to. <3

He reads it several times and has a smile on his face for the rest of the evening.

—

You’d spent all night fretting over your situation. And you had eventually come to the decision that it was too risky for you to pursue Simeon any longer. For his sake, you had to put a stop whatever it was you had. Even if it broke both your hearts.

But, you supposed letting him walk you home one last time would be all right. So, you’re walking silently beside him, trying to figure out how to let him down gently.

“MC, may I take you up on what you said last night?” Simeon asks as you near the gate, shaking you from your thoughts.

You’d been hoping that he’d forgotten the message, so you wouldn’t have to turn him down. But… Now that he’s here looking at you like that, you can’t refuse. You nod slowly and he exhales before leaning down to press his lips against yours.

His lips are soft. And warm. And angelic.

You pull away abruptly. “I, uh, really need to head inside. I’ve got cooking duty tonight!” You lie, rushing up the stairs to the door.

“Do you need any help?” He offers.

“No, no. It’s fine. I’ll see you later!” You wave, then shut the door and leave the angel alone on the walkway confused.

He was so sure that you…

Maybe he was wrong.

—

Once Simeon gets home, he goes to ask for advice from his only other human friend. He finds Solomon in his bedroom, reading a dusty-looking book. The sorcerer listens intently as Simeon breaks down his last few interactions with you.

“I just don’t understand. I thought… See, they said yes, but then they froze up and rushed into the house.” Simeon says, recounting his most recent encounter.

Solomon thinks for a moment. “Maybe they just got nervous.”

“Hmm.” Simeon considers it a possibility. “What do you think I should do now?”

“Try to be more direct? Tell them exactly how you feel.” Solomon says with a smile before turning the page.

Simeon nods. He can do that.

Wrong.

Over the course of two weeks, he spends approximately six minutes alone with you. You’ve started walking home with one of your demonic housemates every day. You don’t answer your messages as quickly as before. And when you do answer them, it’s often with short, one word replies or stickers.

It’s starting to stress him out.

He can’t understand the radio silence. You tell him that you’re busy with class projects and he believes it for a while, but… You seem to have time for everyone except him.

He finally catches you with free time and invites you over for lunch. When you accept, he’s relieved. And excited. He’s telling you today. Today!

He’s just finished preparing something delicious for you, with help from Luke. (And Solomon, who’d agreed to stay away from the kitchen for the day.) Simeon dusts his hands off and takes a step back to admire his work. The table looks wonderful, all it needs is you sitting on one side.

The chime of the doorbell rings throughout the house, startling him. He checks his appearance with Luke quickly and rushes to answer the door.

When he opens it and starts to usher you inside, you don’t move. You have a sad look on your face.

“MC?” Simeon asks. He notices Beelzebub on the sidewalk by the mailbox, leaning against the fence.

You take a deep breath. “I just came by to say that… I don’t think we should see each other anymore. At least for a little while.”

Simeon’s mouth drops open. His eyes search your face, waiting for a grin to break out. For you to say ‘Just kidding! Let’s go have lunch.’

But you don’t. He can’t form any thoughts in his mind or on his tongue. “W-what?”

“I’m so sorry.” You say softly. Then you turn and rush down the steps to where Beelzebub is waiting. The two of you start in the direction of the HOL and Simeon stands stupidly in the doorway, watching you leave.

“Simeon, MC. The cookies are…” Luke starts, coming into the living room. But he stops when he sees his guardian standing alone at the door.

“Where’s MC?” The younger angel asks.

Simeon swallows the lump in his throat and shuts the door, leaning against it for a moment to take a breath. Then he turns. “They left.” Is all he says as he walks past Luke and to his room.

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Simeon spends the next few days hiding away in his room. He leaves to go to RAD and comes right back, to brood alone until bedtime. He does his best not to show how devastated he is, but it’s rough. He’s not even sure what he’d done wrong. He was so sure…

Regardless, he tries to keep a pleasant expression around Luke. And everyone else really. But there’s not really a point, because by now, everyone knows what happened.

Currently, he’s sitting on a chair in his room, gazing out the picture window at the dark, cloudy sky. He has the view memorized. Four small bushes, each of them filled with blooming roses. Four trees, one of which has a bird’s nest in it. The fence around the border of the backyard. A streetlamp on the far right side.

And… MC walking down the street with Asmodeus?

As soon as he sees you, rain starts to trickle down from the sky, making Asmodeus lift his coat over his head. And the two of you start to run. He watches until you’re around the corner, then becomes content with watching water droplets on the window pane, how they race to the bottom and fall.

How melodramatic. Simeon huffs out a sigh. He has better things to do than stare out the window, hasn’t he?

Simeon makes himself rise from the chair to go fetch his TSL notes from the desk. He settles himself back into his seat and starts to reread what he’s got. But, as he reads, he finds himself uninterested in it.

“The pacing of this chapter is entirely too fast. What was I thinking?” Simeon rolls his eyes and starts to make notes for future him.

“Too fast?” He repeats to himself. He drops his notepad and rushes out of his room, scaring the hell out of Solomon in the process.

The wizard nearly spills the cup of tea he’d been bringing. “Where are you going so quickly?” He asks as he recovers.

“I have to talk to MC. I think I know what I did wrong.” Simeon says, opening the door. He doesn’t give Solomon enough time to talk him out of it. Instead, he unfurls his wings and dives off the porch.

It doesn’t take long for him to reach the House, even in the hastily deteriorating weather. He spots you and Asmo just reaching the stairs.

—

“I hate this weather. It was humid earlier and my hair is already hard to manage,” Asmo whines.

“I know,” you sigh.

“Show a little sympathy, MC! It’s practically wilted—” Asmo cuts off to look behind you, mouth dropped open.

Your eyebrows scrunch, “What is it?”

Asmo merely takes you by the arm and spins you around in time for you to see Simeon’s feet hit the ground. The angel’s cape is wet and his hair is plastered to his forehead.

“I need to talk to you MC. Please?” He asks as his wings fold up and disappear behind him. And with the look on his face, you can’t help but agree.

“Okay.” You say with a small nod. Asmo gives you a look. “Go in, Asmo. Your hair is getting ruined.”

“Oh, fuck.” Asmo curses, still with his coat over his head. The Avatar of Lust climbs the stairs and stands on the porch, waiting for you.

“What is it?” You ask, with your eyes on the ground. You focus on a puddle forming in the dirt. Simeon steps closer to you.

“I have to apologize.”

You make a face and look up at him. “For what?”

“For pressuring you. You see, I thought things were going well. I care so much for you and I thought I was taking the next step. But, if it’s too fast for you, that’s all right. We can slow down.” He says, an earnest look on his face.

“Simeon.” You try to stop him, but he just continues.

“I just miss you. And I’m sorry for what I did.”

“Sim—”

“Please, give me another chance. I’ll fix it.” The angel pleads, staring into your eyes. You can’t believe what you’re about to say.

The corners of your mouth tremble. “No.” Your voice breaks, taking his heart with it.

“No?” Simeon repeats, devastated. His eyes are watery and the lump in his throat only expands, making it hard to breathe. “Why?”

Your own eyes are brimming over with tears and as hard as you try to blink them away, you can’t. They start to stream down your face, alongside the rain. Simeon reaches out for you, but you shake your head and he freezes.

“I can’t do this. I can’t–” You sob. The rain picks up. “I won’t be the reason you fall, Simeon. I love you too much. I won’t let it happen. Not because of me. So, please, just… Just go home.”

Simeon lets out an uneven breath. You’ve been worried about him this whole time, trying to protect him. It makes his heart swell. Of course falling had crossed his mind; it was a horrifying possibility. But you were worth it. Oh God, you were worth everything.

Simeon takes another step, closing the distance between you. “That isn’t your decision to make.” He says. Then he takes your hands in his and smiles at you softly, fondly.

“Whether we are together or not, I will love you. Whether I’m an angel or… not, I will love you. Nothing can change that. These feelings are already in my heart; I’m afraid I can’t do anything about them. What happens to me now is up to my Father and no one else. You hold no responsibility for my fate.”

You gulp, “but–”

“I would rather be with you than be an angel,” Simeon insists. You blink again, new tears are forming, for a completely different reason.

“But you…”

“Falling isn’t something I want to do, but if that comes, at least I’ll have a soft place to land.” He says, a smile playing on his lips.

You snort a laugh, “Simeon–”

“I love you, MC.” He declares.

“I love you too.” You reply shakily, as if you’re waiting for a bolt of lightning to strike. Simeon beams at your words. You step forward, into his arms, and both of you can breathe again. The angel is wrapped around you, his cheek pressed against the side of your head.

“More than my wings. More than my life.” He whispers into your ear. And he means it. Though, he does shudder when a clash of thunder shakes the ground beneath your feet. It’s… just a coincidence.

“May I kiss you properly now?” Simeon asks, making your eyes widen. When you nod, he tilts your face up and presses his lips to yours. Thunder rumbles yet again as you break apart.

“Awww!!! This is so sweet, I’m dying!” You hear from behind you. Both you and Simeon furrow your brows. When you turn to look, Asmodeus has his DDD pointed your way. He gapes at your murderous expression and bolts off, into the House.

“ASMO!” You shout, chasing after him and dragging Simeon behind you by the hand. You nearly trip over the rug in the entrance hall, but Simeon keeps you steady. He laughs as you hurl curses at the Avatar of Lust and adores the way his hand feels in yours.

If this lasts forever, it won’t be long enough. After all, what is divinity compared to the love of a human?

#obeyme #obeymeimagines #obeymesimeon #simeonobeyme #obeymexreader #obeymeshallwedate #obeymegame #simeonxreader

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onceuponmyanime · 1 year

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OBEY ME DEVILDOM

*I've always wanted to write about little Fluffy segments on the side about how MC felt in a new place like the Devildom with all these people she should be afraid of but finds an odd sense of belonging.

So this is my small take on it.*

The Angels of the Celestial Realm...

"Thou shall not be denied..."

"Luke, I beleive you may be overdoing it." Simeon smiled fondly at his underling, watching as the cherub-like angel stirred the cake batter with the wooden spoon.

Luke's tongue was poking out as he concentrated, not once looking up as I walked in to the room alongside Solomon.

"That looks complicated." I murmured wonderingly, especially as I watched how he poured it slowly on to the baking paper. He piled it higher then any normal cake was supposed to be.

Both angels smiled as they finally noticed I was there.

"So glad you could join us." Simeon smiled at me, definitely a welcome sight compared to their counterparts. "If you stay a little while longer, you can try some of Luke's cake."

My mouth watered with just the thought of it.

"I really shouldn't..."

"But you must." Luke pleaded after he'd safely placed the cake in to the oven.

"I really would love to hear your opinion of it."

He looked rather determined to keep me there whether I wanted to stay or not.

So I gave in very easily.

If just for Luke.

"I guess I could stay a bit longer, but I have to be back at the House of Lamentation before it gets dark. I don't feel like being eaten tonight."

"Not to worry." Solomon said cheerfully. "I'll escort you home when you're ready."

If only I didn't have to leave.

This place felt more like home then the House of Lamentation ever did.

"So how are the brothers treating you?" Simeon asked as we moved from the kitchen counter to the table in the dining room. He held the chair out for me as I went to sit down.

"I wouldn't be surprised if one of them hasn't already tried to eat you yet." Luke said with disdain, his cheeks flushed with anger.

My silence was answer enough for all of them, as they stared at me with sympathy.

"I wouldn't worry about that too much. Things will get better as time moves along."

Simeon was always so easy going about things, Luke not so much.

"I don't know why we're having to be here amongst these demons anyway, they're no good and angels have no business being here." Then looking at me, he added apologetically. "And you too of course, you shouldn't have to stay in that house with all those no good demon brothers."

If they weren't so hostile and a lot more welcoming like the exchange students, then my stay in the Devildom would be a lot more enjoyable.

But apparently fate had other plans for me.

Just then my D.D.D began chirping, letting me know I had an incoming message.

Not too sure who that could be, I pulled the device out of my pocket and saw that it was Barbatos trying to get a hold of me.

Lord Diavolo and I would like to speak with you if it isn't an inconvenience.

After reading the message, I glanced back up to see three pairs of curious eyes looking at me expectantly.

"Who is it?" Simeon asked rather amused.

"It's Barbatos, apparently Lord Diavolo want to talk to me."

"I think maybe you should go." Simeon mused.

Agreeing wholeheartedly, I looked back down at my D.D.D to tap in my reply.

Not an inconvenience at all. Where should I meet with you?

My device chirped again, the response rather quick and punctual.

We await your presence at the Academy.

Which meant I had to walk all the way back there again.

"They want me to go back to the Academy."

"I'll walk with you then." Solomon announced, putting my mind at ease.

That decided, I stood up to leave.

"I apologize for the sudden departure, I was looking forward to trying some of your cake too." I could smell it baking away in the oven, almost tempting me to wait a bit longer.

"That's alright, I'll put some aside for you for next time." Luke promised, his face so earnest.

His childlike innocence gave me hope that not everyone was self-centered.

"Thank you, Luke. I really appreciate it."

With a wave, I followed Solomon out the door.

#obeyme #obey me!#obeyme shall we date #obey me mc #obeymegame #obeymerealms #obey me fanfic #obey me devildom #obey me luke #obey me simeon #anime #obey me hc #obey me headcannons

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thequietmuffin · 2 years

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I saw blewbeary post on Twitter where their mc was wearing their so’s clothes and I wanted to try it too!

Felicia & Solomon clothes swap

#FeliciaCitrine #obeymesolomon #obeymemc #obeymeoc #obeymemasters #obeymegame #obeymefanart #obeymeshallwedate #obeyme #fanart #my art #cartoon #chibi #chibi art #digitalart #obey me otome

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loving-mista · 1 year

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Welcome to loving-mista's blog

I hope you enjoy your stay!

will write for these fandoms

-obey me

-one peice

- jojos (nothing past steel ball run) (i will also not write for allessi diavolo or Cioccolata )

-naruto (nothing past shippuden)

-bungo stray dogs

- banana fish (not writing for dino or Arthur)

-Jjk

- Demonslayer

-record of Ragnarok(nothing past the anime)

-genshin impact

-aot

-tokyo revengers

- starwars! (only movies, I am willing to write for the shows: the mandolorian, and ahsoka)

i will write for almost anyone in these shows with any prompt or request unless its one of these things

nsfw (especially if including a minor)

anything including s/a

i will also hold holiday events from time to time!

thats all i hope you all enjoy my content!

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wanderingwhyscaraisperfect · 2 years

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onlyacrazy-cat · 1 year

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I found my gouache painting! It was under some boxes, it was a little damaged. encontre mi pintura en guache! estaba debajo de unas cajas, se daño un poco. #obeyme #obeymegame #obeymenightbringer #obeymemammon #obeymefanart #obeymeedit #obeymeshallwedate #gouache #gouachepainting #gouachepaint #fanart #art https://www.instagram.com/p/CofzWltve2h/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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jynnxedesign · 2 years

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♡ Facepalm Luci ♡ . I'm going to be uploading my Emotes I designed for my Obey Me bundle each day this week! The first in the bundle was Lucifer facepalming! . The bundle is available on my Ko-fi page. Link in Bio ♡ . . . #obeyme #obeymeshallwedate #obeymemammon #obeymelucifer #emotes #obeymeleviathan #obeymebelphegor #obeymebeelzebub #obeymeasmodeus #mammon #anime #lucifer #otome #asmodeus #obeymegame #leviathan #twitch #beelzebub #obeymefanart #belphegor #shallwedate #art #obeymememes #fanart #digitalart #otomegame #obeymeedit #obeymediavolo #obeymemasters #otomegames https://www.instagram.com/p/CdoQrC2uGPv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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kiruliom · 9 months

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Whats in your inbox?

alt flag for obeymegamic

🐇💥🍀 emojigender

fable/myth kin flag

cephalopod xenogender

#kirus asks #anon

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ur-best-cryptid-friend · 2 years

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WOW SORRY I'M SUCH A FUCKN IDIOT IG 🙃🙃

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radnewspaperroom · 14 days

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#obey me #obey me fandom #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me cards #obey me nightbringer #om! nightbringer #omswd #shall we date obey me

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silvester269 · 2 years

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The fallen angel

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mammonsbby · 2 years

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Love (without a) Potion

This is the tenth part of my “when he knew he loved you” series.

✨My Masterlist✨

Warnings: Horrendous cooking? Pairing: Solomon x GN!MC Words: 2714

When Solomon invited you to come over after class, you were expecting to hang out and watch TV or tackle a few assignments together. Or hell, a magic show? You told him you were up for anything, but… you had no idea this is what he had in mind.

As you entered Purgatory Hall, he mentioned having a new recipe he wanted to try and, thinking that he meant something magical, you said it sounded fun. But, sadly, he led you to the kitchen.

That’s where you’ve been for over an hour. You pause for a second as you take in the things that the two of you had added to a bowl. He did say dinner, right? Yes. Come to think of it, those were his exact words: ‘it’s my turn to make dinner.’

But, why does this seem more like a potion to kill your enemies than a simple casserole?

Maybe this was a mistake, you think as you watch Solomon dump a bowl of God-knows-what (actually, you know what and that’s more terrifying) into a baking dish. Then he turns and smiles.

“This is going to be great, I just know it.” His optimism is admirable, but you have your doubts. That’s putting it mildly. In all honesty, you’re trying to work out how you can fake your own death before the timer goes off. But that’s beside the point.

“Well,” he starts, dusting his hands off on a towel, “now that it’s in the oven, we have nothing to do but wait.”

“Actually, we’ve got a lot of dishes to wash,” you point out the dishes strewn around the kitchen.

He grins, “oh, do we?”

You gesture to the room, “yeah?”

Solomon mutters a few words and the dishes littering every available surface are suddenly spotless. You gasp in surprise. He says something else and they start to put themselves away, floating into their spots.

“Just one of the perks of being a sorcerer,” he smiles.

That was incredible. And you’re about to tell him that when Simeon walks in, with Luke in tow.

“Luke, we can’t do that, we—” the older angel pauses when he sees you. “Oh, hello MC. What are you doing here?”

“I didn’t know you were here!” Luke says excitedly.

“We’re making dinner,” you answer.

The color seems to drain from Simeon’s face and Luke’s expression quickly changes to one of displeasure.

“It’ll be done soon,” Solomon adds.

“Uh, don’t we have work to do, Luke?” Simeon asks, starting back out the door.

“Huh?” Luke starts, then a lightbulb comes on. “Oh yeah! Lots of work! Important work! We’ll see you two later!” He scampers out the door behind his guardian and you lean against the counter with your arms crossed.

“They’re acting weird.”

Solomon sighs, “they always run off like that when I’m in the kitchen. I know I’m not a five star chef, but it’s not always that bad.”

You think back to the first (and only) time you’d sampled Solomon’s cooking. Beel had been trying to get rid of some cookies, which was odd in itself. But he hadn’t told you that they were made by a wizard with the cooking skills of a toad. Or some other animal who’s never heard of a measuring cup.

“Maybe they just have different tastes? After all, they’re from a completely different place,” you say, pointing upwards.

He considers it for a moment, “perhaps.”

After a few moments of silence, you clap your hands together. “We’ve got thirty minutes, what should we do now?”

“I have something we could do. If you’d like to help me.”

“Help you what?” you ask.

“I have to create a potion for a class tomorrow. I was going to get up early to do it in the morning, but since we have time…” he trails off.

“Oh, I’d love that!” you answer.

He beams at your response and steps onto a small stool in the corner of the room. Then he unlocks a cabinet, one you hadn’t used at all while preparing the catastrophe in the oven.

Solomon pulls a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and hands it to you. “Would you get these things together really quick? I need to go find a couple things in my room.”

“I, uh, okay.” you say as he exits, leaving you with a very strange list.

You climb onto the stool and peer into the mysterious cabinet. It’s filled with jars and vials and bottles and dried… things. You’re honestly not at all sure what you’re looking at. And the list doesn’t help, not even slightly.

“Um, okay. A sprig of tansy…” you mumble to yourself. You scan the shelf lined with several dried plants, but none of them are labeled.

“Next?” You look back at the list in your hand and your mouth goes dry. Not wanting to search for lizard feet, you continue.

You read the remaining items on the list and the only recognizable item is a four-leaf clover. You find a bottle containing such and pluck it from the shelf. You sit it on the counter and reread the insane list.

Meanwhile, Solomon has just collected his favorite miniature cauldron from his room, along with a couple of small, empty bottles. As he nears the kitchen, he hears your voice and pauses in the doorway to listen.

“Raven’s feather, spiderweb, rain water collected under a full moon. Is he joking?” you ask the empty room.

Solomon is amused at your inexperience. He watches you for a few seconds as you dig through the cupboard.

“It’s actually a real recipe. To a real potion,” he says, startling you as he places his things on the counter.

You turn at his voice. A bit too quickly, the stool rocks under your feet. He moves to steady you as you grab the side of the wall for balance.

“Are you alright?” he asks, looking up at you.

“Yeah, I… Why do you keep all your weird stuff up here anyway?” you ask, trying to ignore the burn in your cheeks.

He laughs softly before taking his hands off your waist. Then offers you his hand so that you can step down off the stool. You take it and decide to hop up on the counter for a seat.

“Simeon and I discussed it when we became roommates. We were both afraid that Luke would get into it. We know he’s not exactly a toddler, but… Some of these things are dangerous, fatal even, if you use them incorrectly.”

Your eyes grow wide, as you’d just been fiddling around in the cabinet of death. “Like what?” you ask, inspecting your hands for any sign of contamination.

“Um,” Solomon scans the cupboard for a moment before producing a medium-sized jar filled with small mushrooms. They’re all glowing, giving off a faint blue light. “These, for instance, are fairy stools. They’re very pretty, but if you handle them without gloves, they, uh, kill you.”

“Oh jeez.”

“And this,” Solomon says, showing you another, smaller bottle filled with something green and fluffy, “is a type of poisonous moss. I guess that speaks for itself.”

“Wait… aren’t a lot of potions like… drank? Wouldn’t they be harmful?” you ask, head tilted slightly.

“Hmm. If everything is used properly, their individual effects are negated.” Solomon places the jar back in its spot, then finds something else. He explains the effects and risks of half a dozen odd things.

(Thankfully, he doesn’t show you a box of lizard feet.)

“Oh,” he says, taking out a thick, gnarled plant. “This one is wildroot. It grows under a certain type of tree and it’s only usable if you pick it in the afternoon, in late autumn. Any other time and it’s useless.”

“Huh,” you say, taking it from him, “that’s so weird.” You turn the root over in your hands and it doesn’t seem too special. Just… dirty. You hand it back and Solomon places it back where it goes.

“Yeah, it’s typically used in… love potions and charms. Stuff like that. But, it has lots of other uses. That’s why I always try to keep some around.”

“Love potion?” you start to laugh, but the look on his face changes your mind.

“They’re real. They don’t always have the effect people are going for, but they’re real.” he explains.

“Have you ever made a love potion, Solomon?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“Once or twice,” he answers, looking through the cabinet. Then he turns to you. “Never for myself, mind you.”

“Of course not.” you laugh. Not that he’d need it. He’s attractive and smart and… looking at you funny.

“I’m serious,” he says.

“I believe you. It was just a joke. Go on, go on,” you say, waving your hand. You could listen to him talk about magic for hours, but… Unfortunately, the timer goes off.

“Oh, I guess it’s ready,” he says, blinking at the realization that he’d just spend nearly half an hour rambling about a bunch of dumbass plants and weeds when he could’ve been talking to you.

He sighs inwardly. “I guess… I’ll finish this tomorrow.” he says, starting to put things away.

You, on the other hand, wash your hands quickly, just to be sure you don’t have poison mushroom juice on them or something. Then turn off the oven and grab a pot holder.

When you pull it out, the casserole is bubbling. But there are no visible signs of it being inedible. It smells quite good. And the steam doesn’t briefly form a skull and crossbows. (Not that you notice, anyway.)

You leave Solomon to reorganize his death cupboard and start to dish out a bit onto two plates. You don’t take much for yourself, both because you’re scared and because you’ll be expected to eat with your housemates when you get home. But mostly because you’re scared.

Hopefully, you can play it like you’re saving it for Solomon’s roommates. Oh yeah.

“If any angels want dinner, it’s ready!” you shout out the kitchen door. You’re met with silence.

“They… probably won’t be joining us,” Solomon says sheepishly.

“Well,” you swallow, looking at the plate before you, “more for us.”

The two of you clink your forks together and start to dig in. And you’re surprised. Especially because of the testimonials you’ve heard from the demons. And the angels’ sudden inability to hear.

“Huh, not bad.” you half lie. It’s not awful, except for an insane excess of salt. But other than that, it’s not testing your gag reflex.

“Hm,” Solomon agrees.

Soon after you set your fork down, you start to search for something, anything, to drink. Hell, you’d settle for the poison mushroom juice.

But instead, you find a glass and get yourself some water from the tap, thankful for something to wash away the salt. Once you finish gulping it down, your phone starts to vibrate.

“I’ll give you one guess.” you say as you start to read incoming messages from the group chat.

Solomon answers immediately, “Mammon.”

“Ding ding ding!” you say, opening the conversation to see exactly what’s being said.

Mammon: MC, why are ya missin’ dinner? Do I need to come get ya?

Beel: Hey, MC. If you’re still busy as Solomon’s, can I have your food?

Asmo: MC! <3 I’m on my way to get you right now~

You sigh, putting your phone away instead of answering.

“Uh, I guess I’ve gotta go now. Sorry I can’t stay to help with the dish— Never mind,” you laugh when you realize he’s already magicked his plate back into the cabinet.

A familiar voice calls out your name in the living room, “MCCCC, I’m here! <3”

“In the kitchen, Asmo.” you answer, at a normal volume.

But he must hear you, because said demon wanders in a moment later. “The kitchen? Not the room I’d have chosen.” he says, his eyes narrowed and lips curled into a devious grin.

You roll your eyes at the joke, “well, Solomon’s a gentleman.”

Asmo makes a face. “Since when?”

Solomon’s face goes red and Asmo laughs. You look back and forth between them, a question on your tongue. But, instead of asking it, you stab your fork into the bit of food left on your plate and shove it into the demon’s mouth.

He immediately stops laughing. His eyes widen and he swallows it quickly. “Are you trying to kill me?! MC! I thought you loved me!” he wails, clinging to your shoulders.

Then he pauses, “wait, that actually wasn’t the worst thing I’ve ever had in my mouth. Food or otherwise.”

Both you and Solomon groan. “Asmo please. Stop.”

He merely grins, “let’s go now, MC. Lucifer’s annoyed that you’re late. It was his night to cook, after all.”

“Okay, okay. See you later, Sol,” you say.

“Goodnight MC. See you.” he replies as you step out of the room.

You walk beside Asmo back to the HOL, the whole time, he’s asking questions.

“Have you kissed him? You do like him don’t you? I can tell, MC. Ah, I’ll have to help you pick an outfit to wear next time you have a date!”

“It wasn’t a date, Asmo.” you say.

He gives you a look. “What did you do?”

“Uh, we cooked. And then, he told me about a bunch of different magic thingies.” you answer honestly.

“Mhm,” he hums. But he drops the subject as you enter the HOL. He’s sure to bring it up again soon.

At dinner, you finish most of your food, thankful for Lucifer’s cooking ability. But what’s left, you slide across the table to Beel. Once everyone has finished, you check your phone.

There are more messages from earlier that you hadn’t seen.

Mammon: Hey! Why are YOU going to pick them up? Mammon: Seriously?! Beel: I guess that’s a yes about the food? Asmo: Cuz I’m already out the door! ;)

You smile softly, glancing at the silly demons around you.

Then, a new message rolls in, occupying the top of the screen.

Solomon: I had a nice time tonight. MC, if you ever want to learn more about magic, I’d be glad to teach you.

You hear the brother’s talking as you start to type a reply.

“Ooh, who’re you texting MC?” Asmo sings.

Suddenly, everyone’s eyes are on you.

“Huh? No one?” you say, uncertain.

“New rule: no phones at the table,” Mammon pouts.

“You can’t just put rules in place,” Levi complains, surely playing some mobile game.

“I think that’s a good rule,” says Belphegor.

As the table erupts into chaos, you send your message, cursing Asmo for bringing it up.

MC: I’d love that. Maybe this weekend?

Solomon is sitting on the edge of his bed. This weekend… He thinks about it for a second. That’s too long to wait.

He scrunches his brows. Why exactly is it too long? It’s only three days away. Oh sure, he knows why. He wants to see you again. And, while he’ll be seeing you at RAD, you’re always accompanied by one of the demon brothers. It’s not the same.

He groans. He can’t believe that he wasted the one chance he’s had in weeks to talk to you. He can talk about poisonous plants and spiderwebs and dirt until the cows come home, but…

This is different. He doesn’t want to talk about those things to you. He wants to ask you your favorite things and whether you’d like to go to a movie with him.

He feels strange around you. You make him feel more human. Sure, he is. But, as the years pass, it’s harder and harder to remember that. And in the last few centuries, nothing has made him feel this way.

Solomon isn’t quite sure about this feeling. But… if it’s what he thinks it is, he’s in trouble.

(In the morning, when he’s gathering things for the potion from the Death Cabinet, as you’d so dubbed it, he recalls the night before. Mainly, he remembers your amazement about the simplest things. Well, to him. But, now, he’s suddenly looking at these ordinary ingredients in a new light.

And he can’t wait till the weekend comes. Till he’ll see you again.)

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<3 Aerie

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ladyquietus · 2 years

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The Brothers when they play Among Us:

Lucifer

“What is this? A game? I don’t have time for this MC.”

Curiousity got the best of him after he read the description of an imposter killing and sabotaging.

It wouldn’t hurt to try

Gets crewmate on the first try

MC begins to explain what the crewmate does and the tasks, Lucifer quickly catches on.

Always figures out who the imposter is.

When responding to toxic players- he gets all sadistic and stuff that’ll lead him getting kicked out.

Sighs a lot at dumb players.

When imposter- he is ruthless. A sleek venter, sabotages at great timing.

When someone accuses him, he’s always a smooth talker. Turning the tables at the accuser, this convinces the other crew mates to vote the accuser out.

“Now I understand why Levi plays such things”

Mammon

“A game? Hmm… bet I can sell this-“

“No”

Doesn’t have the patience to not kill someone when he’s an imposter

Is always the first person gets voted out.

He always spams the chat that leads him being kicked out or banned from the lobby.

Is always the first crewmate to get killed.

Curses a lot at toxic players.

“I don’t wanna play this anymore MC, that’s child’s play” throws MC’s phone back.

Downloads it immediately on his own.

LEVIATHAN

“Ha? Among Us? Of course I’ve heard of that MC, I always know what normie games are”

He’s always the first crewmate to finish his tasks

But that makes him sus, in the end- they’d vote him out.

Cue sulky Levi

When imposter- he would sinisterly laugh.

Reports the body he killed and convinces the chat that it’s not him.

Easily gets flustered when someone accuses him when he’s imposter.

Satan

Takes a lot of convincing for him to play the game.

Customizes the little character to wear the cat hat

Always reads the rules first

Doesn’t even need MC to explain everything, this boi is smart as hell.

Strategies his moves really well

MC starts to notice a vein popping out from his forehead everytime an impostor kills him

RAGES in chat

When HE IS the impostor, he’d always kill Lucifer out no matter what.

Asmodeus

Immediately agrees to play when MC asks, as long as he’ll spend any time with MC.

Is too busy picking which hat or color that suits him.

“What do you think of this MC? Doesn’t it look cute? It suits me right?”

Always gets imposter role, doesn’t know how to kill.

“MC~ I don’t wanna be impostor anymore”

Always flirts in the chat, some players would even ask his contact-

Doesn’t even do tasks when he’s crewmate but follows any other player that he finds attractive.

Beelzebub

“Sure I’ll play with you MC, once I finish this cake-”

A real big cinnamon that he doesn’t even wanna kill when he’s impostor.

He’s always nice in the chat but he’s also really sharp in figuring out who the impostor is.

“MC... there’s a slice of pizza on the table, can I eat that?”

Does his tasks pretty average, but sometimes walks in to the impostor killing a crew and vents.

“I don’t know why MC but the dead body reminds me of a big piece of ham…hmm, it’s making me hungry.”

Is likely to accidentally vent infront of a crew

Really honest when a crew reports him.

He would leave a toxic lobby immediately

“I wanna play more but I’m also getting hungry MC, we should order 10 spicy rainbow pizza.”

Belphegor

“A game? I’d rather take a nap MC.”

Makes a deal with him to play in exchange that you’d cuddle with him.

Has played the game before with Levi so he isn’t actually new to it.

Rarely gets impostor that he really wants.

When discussing in chat takes too long, he’d take a nap without realizing it.

His little character just stays at the same place after every discussion until-

Either the other players sus him for pretending to be afk and they vote him off or the impostor just kills him.

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Well, this stayed in the drafts for too long when Among Us was still popular-

#obey me mammon #obey me shall we date #obeymegame #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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