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moodyhaaze · 9 months

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❛ when you run into your ex… ❜ pt3 — dateables

synopsis. it’s been years since you’ve seen your ex, but on an excursion to your hometown in the human world with your boy, you run into them…

tags. headcanon | slightly NSFW | gn!mc

a/n. this took me way longer than necessary to write. had this in the works since JULY. TENTH. michael have mercy

< part 1 - older bros | part 2 - younger bros >

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— 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐎

is aware that his position of Demon Prince is one that’s rather advantageous. He keeps this especially in mind when it comes to his lover. Diavolo is also very aware of his overwhelming demeanor that his loyal subjects know all too well, but the human world has yet to see that side of him. He’s his usual bubbly and extroverted self when he first meets your ex, but when mention is made that this is, in fact, your ex, his whole disposition changes. He’s standing taller, his broad shoulders squared, his glare narrowed on the target before him. He had all but flared his wings and flashed his horns fully in his demon form. It doesn’t take long for your ex to take notice of this and politely and very quickly excuse themself and head the opposite direction of you and Diavolo. “Oh, it’s a shame that our conversation ended so quickly!” It’s not that you hadn’t noticed his swift change in tune, but you certainly weren’t going to question it or mind it, really. Diavolo loops your arm in his and start you all in the opposite direction your ex had walked, “I saw a flyer for a carnival in town, let’s head that way!”

— 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒

is pretty low key and honestly doesn’t even react to your ex showing up. Well, not on the outside at least. The utmost decorum and poise is expected of Barbatos, but his thoughts can be rather ruthless. If your ex approaches, Barbatos will exchange niceties but swiftly move you away from the conversation with whatever lie he can muster. “Come now, my dear, we mustn’t be late for an appointment with the Young Master.” You were a little confused what he meant because you weren’t aware of any appointments with Diavolo, but you roll with it, say your goodbye, and begin walking with Barbatos towards the shops. He keeps an arm around you, grip tight on your shoulder. “Forgive me, my love, but I couldn’t spend not one more second around that scoundrel,” he confesses. You’re a little taken aback, not really pegging Barbatos as jealous type. So, you question him, asking him if he really was jealous. And to your surprise, he says yes, “Well, of course I was. They got to know you long before I did. Got to touch you long before I did. Perhaps even experienced sides of you I’ve yet to experience. But, in due time, I will know every inch of you. Every thought. Everything. You are mine, my dear, I won’t let anyone else have you now.”

— 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍

is absolutely the jealous type. But the silent anger type of jealousy, much like Barbatos. Simeon will exchange a hello and maybe even a handshake and do it all with a smile, but on the inside this man is seething. As the conversation with your ex wraps up and the three of you share your goodbyes you notice Simeon is quiet. You ask if he’s all right and he responds, “Yes, I’m okay, my little lamb. I just…” He trails off, looking dejected and blatantly avoiding eye contact with you, “Did you enjoy talking to them?” Simeon speaks low and, it was hard to hear, it almost sounded like he asked through gritted teeth. You tell him you neither hated it or loved it. Simeon looks relieved and wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close as his eyes settle on a nearby flower shop. As he redirects your paths to the shop he continues, “I can’t believe how angry I just got.” Simeon lets out a small laugh, “I can’t think of another time I got that angry that quickly. When I saw you smiling at them the same way you smile at me…” You reassure him that you would never smile for anyone like that but him and he seems relieved yet again. He purchases you a big bouquet of your favorite flowers and you both head back to the Devildom where Simeon walks you home. He makes sure to give you a slow, deep kiss in front of the door right in view of Mammon who was about to let you in.

— 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍

will get very clingy after a run in with your ex. After you mention to him that you see your ex across the way he’s quick to yank you the opposite direction, much to the dismay of his enemy in question. Solomon grabs your hand with a tight grip and with his other he’s using magic to teleport the two of you back to Purgatory hall. You try to question him as to why he’s acting this way but he’s quick to silence you before you can even ask, “Surely you don’t think I’d like meddling with your ex?” You cross your arms, giving him the same silent glare a mother would use with her child. “Oh, come on, love. I’m sorry, okay?” Solomon insists as he steps towards you, placing his hands on your shoulders. As he looks at you with pleading eyes, he slowly begins trailing his hands down your shoulders, resting them on your upper arms. Before you can even register it, his fingers are tickling your underarms. You let out a huge laugh as you try to wrestle away from him but he quickly subdues you by pressing your back into his chest. His arms lock around you, his hands roaming farther and farther down your torso, stopping just above the waistband of your bottoms. “Let me show you just how sorry I am.” You feel him smirk against your neck right before he smothers the skin in bruises.

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a/n pt2. i’m not sure why i blanked so hard on diavolo’s, simeon’s, and solomon’s but i just could not figure out what i wanted to write for them. quite frankly, i think these hc’s for them suck. i just wanted this out of my drafts desperately. at least barb’s turned out pretty good, imo.

cross posted to ao3.

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treasureofmammon · 2 months

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💕💖✨️ On Valentine's Day... ✨️💖 💕

👥️Characters: Mammon x gn!reader

⚠️Warnings: Fluff. A teeny tiny bit of angst, but a whole lot of love. Kissing.

📝 Note: Inspired in these illustrations I did for Valentine's Day. It's still Valentine's Day, and I want to picture giving something special to Mammon because that's what this day is about, and my boo deserves all the love!

✨️💖💛✨️💖💛✨️💖💛✨️💖💛✨️💖💛✨️💖💛✨️

Mammon pouts for the nth time, guarding you and yet keeping a respectful distance from you and the demon in front of you. One more time, he feels his heart race, anxiety taking over him, when the demon hands you a letter with a somewhat loud but definitely nervous love confession. Inmediately, your neutral face expression changes to a sadden one. Mammon can't hear what you say, but he can tell that you're rejecting the poor guy, who probably dropped his heart in that love letter and prepared the whole week to confess to you, only to be rejected, as everyone else who has had the guts to confess to you today.

Mammon finally breathes and sighs in relief, hoping nobody has noticed his constant worry when anyone approaches you and asks for some of your time alone. Yet, as your protector, Mammon always goes with you; ready to intervine if necessary, or catch you after a gloomy interaction, like now:

Your body tenses, and you feel a sinking emptiness in your stomach. But this person, as the rest before him, deserves an honest answer: —I'm sorry— you admit —I can't accept your love. I'm sure you must be a terrific person, but truth be told: I love someone else...—; momentary, your gaze diverts to the man with white locks and beautiful blue eyes at the distance. You look back at the guy and finish: —I'm sorry again. I hope you can find someone who can reciprocate your beautiful feelings—.

After the now depressed demon leaves, you finally take your leave. You walk back to Mammon, and once you arrive, you quietly hook your hands in his arm. He says nothing, just starts to scort you to the next classroom, both of you walking in silence until he dares to talk, sensing your dreary energy: —Don't be sad for that guy. Love hurts. It's not yar fault, though...—, you look up to Mammon, amazed by his words. At moments like these, you remind yourself that Mammon has lived thousands of years more than you, he most likely has experienced so many love stories that you can't help but wonder how many hearts has he broken and how many times has his heart been broken?

Yours is one of those hearts he has broken for sure. Even if you haven't confessed yet, your longing feelings for him hurt, even if he's right next to you right now.

You grab tightly to his arm, tears threatening to escape you, trying to feel his presence as much as possible. After all, today things could change, because today is the day that you will tell him how you truly feel; and if he rejects you, your friendship might turn weird, or worst: be over. Nonetheless, unaware of your thoughts, Mammon blushes to your clingyness. None of you realizing the other's reaction, and yet both caused by the same feelings.

When you arrived to the classroom, empty as it's still early, you unzip your backpack and take out a box of homemade chocolates and a handwritten love letter in a pink envelope, both lovingly and carefully made by you. You feel blood rush to your face, warmth in your cheeks, a familiar dizziness invades you, and you can feel your heart pound hard. —M-Mammon!—, you call. He looks at you with a confused look, a simple —Hm?— coming out his unparted lips.

You turn around, revealing what you were inadvertently hiding, and immediately hand him the gifts. His cheeks start to redden, and his eyes narrow, he looks to his right, trying to avoid eye contact, and covers his mouth with his left hand. Embarrassed, he starts asking: —Wh-What are ya-? —, but doesn't finish his sentence, too overwhelmed by his emotions. So you quickly answer to his half question: —I-I'm in love with you, Mammon. P-Please be my valentine!—. Mammon gasps, eyes widen in surprised; he remains silent for a couple of minutes that seem an eternity to you.

In reality, he's trying to get himself together. Until he squats, closes his eyes, and breathes in as if trying to gather all his bravery; after all, you're waiting for a response, and he has all the right answers. So he finally stands up, cuts the distance between you two and presses his forehead against yours, he meets your hands over the gifts, and he admits, still blushing —I love ya too, ya have no idea how much!—. He kisses your forehead, and you feel tears running down your cheeks. He quickly wipes them all with his fingers, tenderly, dropping kisses over your cheeks right after —Ya're so cute even when you cry. I love all of ya—, he presses his lips against yours, and you reciprocate in a loving kiss.

Later, in the intimacy of his bedroom, Mammon will read your love letter and cry, feeling overwhelmingly loved like he hasn't before.

✨️💖💛✨️💖💛✨️💖💛✨️💖💛✨️💖💛✨️💖💛✨️

[Notes: The character(s) depicted here belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. The text here was made by me: Treasure of Mammon, meaning this is fan-made. | GN!Reader | English is not my first language, so there might be orthographic and syntax errors. I urge you all to interact kindly with this post].

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mini-ism · 1 year

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OBEY ME!— how do they kiss you? demon bros./reader. fluff.

synopsis; uhh i forgot and the tags too....

warnings; none

tags; just kissies

extra; i honestly just wrote this all down and disregarded my new theme tbh 😭 from mikodotcom era

lucifer— romantically.

lucifer kisses you romantically. he cups your face and pecks your lips. lucifer gives romantic soft kisses that leave you winded and asking for more. he gives you the most intimate and caring kisses, for the human he will always love most. he holds you close or gently grabs your chin and plants his lips onto yours. lucifer rubs circles with his hand on your back, spending his most tender moments with you. he kisses you teasingly whenever you take his reading glasses, or graze his ashen wings.

mammon— quickly.

it's no surprise that mammon harbors a massive crush on you, and whenever he kisses you, he pulls away in an instant. your first kiss and your most recent kiss are very similar to that nature. mammon and you lock lips, he then pulls away and wipes them with his sleeve. his palms get sweaty, and he's partially flushed. his body grows hotter with every kiss you give him, whether they'd be playful and teasing, or yearning for something more. you'll always be his first. mammon's everything.

leviathan— longingly.

leviathan craves touch, and takes whatever you may give him. levi wanted to make sure your first kiss with him was perfect. perfect scenery, mutual pining, and a long, sweet kiss. he often grabs and holds your hand wherever you two are. perhaps his eyes dwell on you two long, or his gentle gesture was a bit drawn out. those awkward moments are entirely accidental, but it's only because he adores you. he only does it to tease you, but he even talks about his "ruri-chan" to get you jealous and kiss him.

satan— creatively.

satan's whole gimmick is books— he gets many of his ideas from his reading. he reads light novels and romance books, from front to back, finding new and exciting ways to steal a kiss from you. satan's favorite kiss you two shared was from "human media," suggesting that you two recreate the kiss scene between peter parker and mary jane. it took many tries, but each time was no less amusing. love with satan isn't always as stagnant as it may seem at first.

asmodeus— lustfully.

as the avatar of lust himself, there is no other way to kiss the love of his life. every single one of his kisses are nearly intoxicating. asmo loves kissing you anywhere they can, no inch of skin will be left neglected. his lover will always be kissed in no chaste way. his kisses are to tease you and get you to kiss him back. he kisses you and always wants to go further with you, as if they have no shame.

beelzebub— carefully.

beel is a big guy. like, really big. he always makes sure you're comfortable and safe before he kisses you, and he always places his hand on your cheek. he lets you know he loves you indirectly— and it's not because he's ashamed to admit it, he's not used to saying "i love you." he's gentle with you, he couldn't ever let you get hurt, and when you're a bit tender or sad, he takes your hand and puts it on his chest and he kisses you as many times as you need, a little smile growing on his lips.

belphegor— lazily.

sleepy kisses are belphie's favorite kind of kisses. he always spoons you and puts his lips on yours with minimal effort. he hums every time you kiss him back, and he nuzzles deeper into your shoulder or his bedding with a smile. he adores when you dote on his puffy and baggy eyes, or even how slowly he moves. belphie is delicate at nature, and he appreciates how understanding you can be, so he plants his lips onto yours every time you snake your way into his arms.

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with-love-from-hell · 11 months

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Melancholia

{part Nine}

Fandom: Obey me!

Genre: Angst

Written for F!Mc

WC: ~3.8

CW: Kidnapping!, bugs!, Injection!, anxiety, descriptions of deceit, fear-based content and lots of tension, angst, depression, allusion to past sexual violence in Vermillion Skies, nightmare mention, vague illusion to torture, bullying mention

A/N: SURPRISE! I had time to write today, and my interest in writing this series was reignited after reading through it and remembering how much it meant to me. Here you go! 😊

Music Accompaniment (Circles thru Paranoia)

>> Though I have a Masters Degree in Psychology and clinical training in treatment for mental health, I am not your therapist. If you have experienced any form of depression or suicidal thoughts, and are in need of help, please utilize the Suicide Prevention Lifeline, NIMH helpline, or the SAMHSA helpline. <<

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“The celestial realm just hasn’t been the same without you there.” Luke sighed sadly, taking another slow sip of his tea. “The other cherubs in training have been being jerks, and Michael has just started making me run errands for him...and I don’t really feel like I have anyone to talk to except Raphael.”

Simeon nodded empathically, relating to the feeling of loneliness since his fall. “I’m sorry to hear that. I didn’t think my lack of presence would make that much of a difference.”

Luke furrowed his brow. “Why wouldn’t it? We were brothers- and you were, like, the second closest person to Michael other than father!”

Simeon shrugged, finally taking another gulp of tea. “I just thought everyone just sort of...moved on? Especially given their reactions to my judgement.”

Luke cocked his head. “I mean, everyone was so upset...I don’t understand what you mean.”

“Upset?” Simeon blinked, trying to understand Luke’s perspective. Perhaps he could see it that way, but remembering back to how the other angels screamed insults at him and hurled stones as he was dragged to the edge of the celestial realm...to him it seemed more like hatred. “I suppose many individuals were, yes...but I suppose what I saw was more like they no longer wanted anything to do with me.”

Luke blinked a few times before nodding. “I mean, I guess that’s half true...But most of what I hear people talking about isn’t you- it’s Lucifer and Diavolo...and mostly Mc.”

Simeon’s ears perked up at her name. “Mc..? Why her?”

“Well...” Luke’s facial expression turned into a scowl. “They’ve been saying it’s her fault that you fell, and that she somehow corrupted you...And they think that her connection with the demons is proof of that. Some people have said that they don’t want anything to do with humans at all any more...They’ve also called her some upsetting names, and some have said she’s a demon in disguise.”

“Oh...” Simeon’s shoulders slumped, his frown deepening at the realization that his actions had not only impacted the Celestial Realm’s relationship with the Devildom, but the Celestial Realm’s impression of humans all together and their impression of an human only 3 of angels had even met.

“...But I don’t believe all that.” Luke took a large bite of a popover, a proud smile decorating his face as he chewed.

Simeon looked up to him, watching quietly as Luke swallowed and brushed the crumbs off his pajamas.

“There’s no way Mc is all the things they say about her.” He continued. “She’s so kind and caring and innocent. And the proof of that is she’s able to tolerate all these rowdy demons and still show them kindness.”

A weak smile pulled its way up on Simeon’s lips. “I definitely agree with you there. Sometimes I wonder if she’s too kind for her own good.”

Luke giggled. “Yeah, sometimes I think that too. She sometimes seems like more of an angel than either of us-”

Simeon’s eyes softened as Luke immediately snapped is mouth shut after the words left his lips. He saw the somber look on his face as he dropped his gaze away from Simeon.

“Oh--I mean...more of an angel than...I am...”

Simeon set his tea cup down, taking a deep breath. “I really am sorry, Luke.” Simeon paused, watching the small angel rub the tears from his eyes. “I wish things could have been different, and I know this whole thing is...complicated, to say the least...But I really am sorry for hurting you the way I did.”

Luke stayed silent, not looking at Simeon at all. He merely sipped his tea with slightly shaking hands, trying to hold back tears.

Simeon’s chest burned at the sight. He felt terrible for making Luke feel this way; for leaving him all alone again in the Celestial Realm. After Luke’s creation, it was expected that a mentor take him under their wing...the problem with that was that every mentor who had taken Luke on had passed him off to someone else, claiming that he was too emotional to be a guardian to humans, too hyperactive and restless to be on guard duty, not strong enough to be a soldier... Angels who were apprentices like Luke bullied him relentlessly, and it was as if he didn’t have a single friend in the world- that is, until the council reviewed his problems and determined he was either going to be moved to a lower position in another area of the celestial realm, or to be taken under one of the council’s wings. Simeon was the only council member to chime in, finding it almost cruel that no one would give the small angel a chance. He was young, but had so much potential. Just because he wasn’t robotically compliant and physically fit didn’t mean he was useless.

Over time, Simeon grew to view Luke as almost like a son to him. Michael even took somewhat of a liking to him too, but Simeon figured the reason was Luke fed into his egocentric nature. Whatever the reason, Simeon brought out Luke’s true potential, and enjoyed his company in the process. But after his fall, he assumed the other’s treatment of Luke worsened, since he wasn’t at his side to defend or guide him, and also since his mentor had become so corrupted, he assumed that the other angels were worried he would follow suit...

He didn’t mean to ruin Luke’s life.

“...Anyways...” Luke breathed out after awhile, having managed to control his emotions. “I was super mad at Michael for sending me back here at first.”

Simeon blinked, jerking back out of his thoughts. “Oh..?”

Luke nodded. “I didn’t want to come back. I didn’t want to see you, or the other demons for that matter...” He paused, tapping the side of his cup with his index finger. “But...I’m glad I did.”

Simeon’s posture straightened. “What changed your mind?”

“Well, I...” Luke paused. He chewed his lip, as if he was trying to decide what to say next. “Michael never has time to bake with me, so I forgot how much fun baking with Mc and Barbatos is. Plus, the class work here is really interesting, and definitely beats than running tons of errands for the council. And even though the brothers tease me, they always make a point to include me in stuff. Plus, it’s fun having Beel as a taste-tester for new recipes- No one wants to hang out with me while I experiment with new ingredients! And speaking of that, The devildom has so many interesting foods...I still have so many things I want to try out in my recipes!”

Simeon smiled as Luke listed off all the things he liked about the Devildom. If he wasn’t so infatuated with Michael and didn’t have such a strict adherence to the rules of the Celestial Realm, Luke probably would have understood Simeon’s fall better.

“And...” Luke finally paused on his list, dropping his eyes downcast. “...even though I was mad at you, and I was confused and hurt and didn’t want to see you...I did miss you a lot.”

Simeon’s eyes softened. “I missed you too, Luke.”

Luke glanced up at him, finally able to recognize the demon before him. Simeon’s attitude had been much more sarcastic, cutting, and out of character. Hearing his voice take on the same softness and compassion made Luke’s heart swell with happiness.

He’s still Simeon.

They chatted for hours, time seeming to pass endlessly as they caught up on everything they’d missed from each other, and anything they could even think to talk about. Eventually, the conversation shifted back to Mc, and Luke’s concerns over Michael’s directions to him.

“He asked me to keep an eye on her and report back to him on what she’s doing...” Luke sighed, resting his cheek in his palm. “Why though?”

Simeon shook his head, trying to press back the anger he felt at information Luke had provided to him. “I think Michael is having a hard time letting this go. Like the other angels you talked about who said it’s her fault I fell- I think he agrees.”

Luke puffed the air out of his cheeks in exasperation. “But it’s not though!”

“I know, but they seem to think that I’m incapable of making my own choices.” Simeon shook his head. “This is why I didn’t repent. I was tired of decisions being made for me. I wanted to have my own life, not the life they told me I needed to have.”

Luke nodded sadly, finally understanding what Simeon meant by wanting to be free.

Simeon sighed. “I don’t expect you to agree with my decision, but I wanted you to know where I’m coming from. And Mc’s existence may have impacted that decision, but that doesn’t mean it’s her fault.”

Luke nodded. “Besides, they’ve never even met her! If they did, they’d see for themselves that she’s not a threat to the angels!”

“A threat?” Simeon's eyes widened. His mind drifting back to the dream he had earlier that evening, and anxiousness began rising in his stomach. “What do you mean? Has Michael said he views her as a threat!?”

Luke was taken aback by Simeon’s sudden display of panic. “Uh...well, not directly to me...But I’ve heard him talking to the council about it before. That’s why I was so surprised that he agreed to let angels come back here. The decision seemed to be out of left field.”

Simeon felt his heart beat quicken. “Luke...why did Michael send Raphael with you?”

“He said that Raphael would be able to protect me if...” He trailed off, face growing pale.

Simeon stood quickly, his chair thrown back to the floor as he rushed to the other side of the table. He gripped Luke by the shoulders tightly, shaking him gently. “What?? Protect you if what?!”

Luke swallowed, his eyes wide with fear. “...P-protect me if his plan went south.”

“What plan!?” Simeon was nearly shouting, terrified to think that his prophetic power remained despite losing his status as an angel.

Look shook his head, now crying. “I-I don’t know! But since he told me to watch over Mc...”

Simeon loosened his grip on the angel before he was able to finish speaking, quickly running to the room assigned to the other angel. He silently begged for his dream to be only that- and nearly prayed that his gut feeling about Michael’s plan to bring some sort of harm to Mc after learning information from Luke was wrong.

Luke scrambled from his chair, following closely behind. Without knocking, Simeon burst through Raphael’s bedroom door, only to be met with what looked like a room that was untouched. Raphael was no where to be seen, and nor were any of his belongings. Luke gripped Simeon’s hand tightly, tears clouding his eyes.

“W-where’s Raph?!” He squeaked, looking up to Simeon for an answer.

“Call Diavolo.” Simeon instructed, turning and running to his room to change his clothes.

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The room you awakened in was not where you remember falling asleep.

You rubbed the side of your head and groaned as you sat up on the concrete floor. There was a large bump with dried blood caked over it just above your right ear, and you hissed when your fingers gently grazed it. You tried to remember how the hell you got here, but the last thing you could recall was getting ready for bed while Lucifer was in the shower. You don’t remember falling asleep, but you assumed you must have, since there was no other memories beyond that to cling to.

Your vision spun as you tried to adjust to the dark, damp place you now found yourself laying in. You shriek as you felt a cockroach skitter over your hand, trying your best to maneuver away from where the bug had crossed you. You were stopped by the pull of a chain on your ankle, almost causing you to trip over yourself. Your eyes widen as you sit back and try to release your ankle from the chain locked around it. You glance around the empty room, trying to find something- anything- to ground yourself in where you were. You call out a hello, but get no reply. Your blood runs cold, and fear consumes you, causing you to begin hyperventilating.

“L-Lucifer!?” You nearly sob out the yell, trying your best to see in the dark around the dimly lit room. You desperately wanted to know where he was. Whatever was happening would still be terrifying, but at least you’d have your lover here with you. Instead, you were met with silence. The only sound that could be heard was the sound buzzing from bugs flying around the cell, and occasionally what sounded like an air conditioner springing to life, but you weren’t sure what it was, since the cell was hot and humid. Clearly there was no air conditioning here. Fat tears roll down your cheeks as you try to catch your breath and calm your raging heart, that felt like it was going to completely explode from your chest.

You were alone.

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Lucifer hummed to himself as he stepped out of the shower. He stretched before reaching for a towel to dry himself with. After a few days worth of arguing about Simeon and your bull-headedness about rekindling a relationship with him, you both had finally calmed down enough to return to your normal intimacy. He had hated fighting with you; it made him feel horrible when he felt the urge to raise his voice. But you both finally came to the agreement that you wouldn’t spend time with Simeon alone, though you did want to involve him in more areas of your life. Despite Lucifer’s continued discomfort, he did have to admit that Simeon’s behavior had gotten slightly better as the days went on.

Maybe he was finally starting to get the hint that you weren’t changing your mind about your relationship.

Lucifer threw on some briefs quickly before calling out to you, asking if you could bring him his robe that he had left draped over his dresser. He needed to go down and finish some paperwork, after all, and he wasn’t about to go down in just his underwear. He paused, awaiting your reply...but it never came.

He sighed, figuring you may have fallen asleep already. While you had basically healed fully from all you had gone through, and it was rare that you felt random waves of fatigue like you had in the past during your treatment, he figured it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility that sleepiness had taken over you.

Residing to grabbing his robe himself, Lucifer made a silent reminder to remember to hang it up in the bathroom when he was done. He stepped out of the bathroom, feeling a cool wisp of air brush against his bare skin.

Lucifer shivered. Hadn’t he lit a fire before his shower? He glanced around the dark room, squinting to try to find where you were.

Something didn’t feel right.

“Mc..?”

Lucifer felt anxiety begin to crawl its way up his throat, making it hard to swallow. He mumbled a spell and snapped his fingers, allowing a roaring fire to be lit in the hearth once again. The moment light flooded through the room, Lucifer gasped, immediately closing his eyes and shaking his head.

No...No, this couldn’t be happening.

Not again.

He snapped his eyes back open, darting his gaze around the upturned room. A sconce was torn clean off his wall and shattered on the floor, and the adjacent wardrobe door was left hanging by only one hinge. Multiple items had been swiped off of the nightstand on your side of the bed, scatted haphazardly across the floor. One of which was a photo of you and his brothers- the glass shattered and frame contorted, as if it had been stepped on. The duvet seemed to have been gripped and dragged halfway toward one of the corners of the room, and what appeared to be splatters of blood marked up a few areas on the floor and the bed sheets.

Lucifer felt his heart jump into his throat. He had to be dreaming...Diavolo, please...this had to be a dream. His eyes, now wet with tears, frantically darted around the room, trying to find his phone. He spotted it on the floor, having been kicked just under the bed. He dove for it, shaky hands trying to dial Diavolo’s number.

The line began ringing, but before anyone could have the opportunity to pick up, Lucifer felt a large hand clamp over his mouth and yank him backwards. He struggled against what felt like the firm grasp of 3 individuals, wriggling violently in their grasp. The individuals struggled to keep him still, until a sharp pain rippled through his neck. He roared into their hands, the noise muffled from the tight grip they had around his mouth.

“Lucifer..?” Diavolo yawned into the phone, curiosity piqued in his voice. “Why are you calling so late?”

He tried to make loud enough sounds for Diavolo to hear and continued to writhe, trying desperately to get out of their grasp. One of the individuals picked up the phone, hanging up the line before turning their eyes to Lucifer. He glared at them, nose turning in a snarl as they locked eyes.

Uriel.

“Give him another dose.”

Before Lucifer could process what they had said, another sharp pain was sent rippling through his neck. He tried to yell- to call out to one of his brothers for help- but his ability to speak began to fade as he felt his face go numb. The other hands dropped from his mouth, feeling that he would no longer be able to use his voice. His vision blurred, distorting the image of Uriel gripping his cheeks.

“Your compliance in this process will make it less painful for you.”

Another sharp pain was sent through his neck, causing Lucifer to whimper. He blinked, trying desperately to keep his eyes open as his brain begged him for sleep. He was dropped to the floor with a thud, and his legs were taken up as the other individuals dragged him back toward a portal in the corner of the room where the duvet had been dragged toward. He was uncertain how he hadn’t heard them open the portal, or walk through it at that rate, but at this point he couldn’t even focus on how or why the Seraphim had gotten into his room.

All he knew is that they had taken you, and he needed to protect you.

He gritted his teeth, pushing his demon form through in desperation. He tried to beat his wings against the floor, trying to make as much noise as possible to alert his brothers to what was happening.

A final sharp pain went through the muscles on his neck as he tried to yell out for Mammon. The noise only came out as a breathy whine, as his eyes finally drifted slowly closed.

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As he shuffled out of his clothes and worked on rapidly putting on his jeans, Simeon dialed Lucifer’s number.

The line rang, but there was no answer.

He dialed again.

and again.

The line continued to go to voicemail on every attempt. Simeon cursed under his breath, not knowing if Lucifer wasn’t answering because it was him, or because he couldn’t.

He switched tactics, checking his watch to see the vibrant numbers spelling 3:33AM shining accusingly back at him. He shook his head. There’s no way any of his brothers would be awake right now, so he better try all of them.

First he dialed Levi, who was the most likely to have been awake at this hour, who’s phone rang a few times and then went to voicemail- likely having just collapsed with fatigue. Next he tried Mammon, who’s phone went straight to voicemail, probably as a result of the phone being dead and him forgetting to charge it. He then tried Satan, then Asmo, then Beel- all having rung and went straight to voicemail.

He swore aggressively, kicking over the nightstand in his room. Were all of these fuckers able to sleep through anything?!

He finally sighed, dialing Belphie’s number. He had given up before the phone even finished ringing, figured he’d have to go directly to the HOL and wake them all up himself. To his shock, he picked up, and Belphie’s gruff, sleepy voice groaned through the line.

“Whaaaaaat?”

“Belphie!” Simeon nearly screamed in the phone, causing the sleepy demon to groan again.

“Hey, take it easy.” Belphie yawned through his words. “Don’t you know what time it is, Simeon?”

“Yes, I know! But please, just listen!” Simeon snapped, his frantic voice finally making Belphie pay more attention.

“What’s the matter?”

“Can you check on Mc and Lucifer?” He panted, twisting his body through his shirt while trying to keep the phone pressed to his ear.

“What?” Belphie’s voice was more alert now, anxiety becoming apparent in his tone. “Why? Did something happen?”

“Just do it!” Simeon snapped, trying to balance on one leg as he pulled his boots over his feet. He shifted to the next one as he heard Belphie hurriedly pull himself out of bed and speedwalk down the hallway.

There was a pause after he heard Belphie knock on Lucifer’s door. Simeon gulped freezing in a position with one boot on.

“Lucifer? Mc?” Belphie called to them, knocking again.

Another pause.

“Simeon, It’s nearly 4am. They’re probably sleeping. Can you please tell me what’s-”

“Go in. See if they’re there.” Simeon rasped out, not realizing how close he was to a full-blown panic attack.

“Simeon, come on-”

“JUST DO IT.” He yelled into the phone.

“Jeeze, Alright!” Belphie snapped back, then mumbled grievances about Simeon’s volume under his breath while he jiggled the handle on the door.

Simeon heard a creak in the floor as he awaited Belphie’s response and snapped his attention toward the doorway. Luke was standing there anxiously watching him.

“I-I called Barbatos. He told us to come to the castle immediately and that he’d wake up Diavolo and call Solomon.” He squeaked out through tears.

Simeon gave him a weak smile. “Good job. Now go get dressed, we’ll be leaving in a moment.”

“Mc, Lucifer..? Simeon’s on the phone and- W-what the fuck!?” Belphie’s panicked yell from the other side of the line jolted Simeon’s attention back to the phone.

“What is it?”

“Simeon, what’s going on?!” Belphie’s voice was firm and laced with worry.

Simeon swore under his breath, realizing that he was already too late. “Get your brothers and come to the castle. Now. I’ll explain when you get there.”

Belphie attempted to ask another question but Simeon hung up on him, finishing lacing his boots and rushing to Meet Luke, who was haphazardly dressed and waiting by the front door.

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luckykittysshowerthoughts · 1 year

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The OM!SWD characters with an MC who has eating issues

A/N: Hey, so I’m autistic and one of my biggest struggles is with food. I have all sorts of sensory issues and anxiety related to eating, leading to me being diagnosed with ARFID (Avoidant-Restrictive Food Intake Disorder) and developing some health issues like blood sugar dysregulation. I was thinking about how the OM boys would react to this, and since I’m sure I’m not alone I figured I’d drop them here for y’all to enjoy.

TW for eating disorders, obviously. Also not all of these start off pleasant, since the brothers weren’t exactly nice to MC when they first came to the Devildom.

Lucifer

Let’s be honest... he’s a little offended at first. The first meal you shared with the brothers at the House of Lamentation, Lucifer thinks you think Devildom food is gross and that’s why you’re not eating. Gets even more offended if he was the one cooking.

As time goes on, he goes from offended to just plain concerned. Why isn’t the human eating? If the human dies of starvation, Lord Diavolo’s exchange program will be ruined.

Probably takes it upon himself quite a few times to try to get you to eat, and is utterly confused when the reaction is straight up explosive.

Ouch... he did not expect to be punched for putting some dried bufo eggs up to your face.

You’re pretty sorry, but he did activate your fight or flight.

A demon-form Lucifer and a visit from Diavolo later, Lucifer calms down and apologizes. Never tries that again; all around backs off.

As he begins getting closer with you throughout your stay, he starts genuinely trying to understand your eating issues. He takes it much more gently this time, having learned from the incidents during the first month of your stay.

As he starts to genuinely understand, one day he asks you for a list of your safe-foods. When you tell him, he makes a mental note to himself to stock up on them. Ever since then, he’s always kept some of your safe-foods in his jacket pocket in case you need it. You can always count on him to have something for you.

He also made sure to stock up some in the student council room so you could always go in there and get some if he isn’t around.

Mammon

Mammon... really does not get it. Is this human defective?

Makes his fair share of rude remarks about it at first.

Slowly, those rude remarks turn from carelessly insensitive to a way of covering up his concern for you. That can’t be healthy...

The first time you had a blood sugar drop, he absolutely panicked.

The two of you were holding hands and your hands began shaking and sweating like wild, and a concerned look came to your face.

He asked you what was going on, and when you explained the situation his eyes fly wide and he goes full-drive into panic.

You say you need to eat, and he doesn’t hear anything else.

You know the term “speed demon”? Yeah, that’s applicable here.

He’s just a blur rushing down the hallway.

He comes back carrying everything from the fridge and shoving it at you begging you to eat.

He has no idea how medical stuff works, especially for humans, so as far as he’s concerned you could be minutes from death.

He pats your back encouragingly and talks to you while you eat. He does this for the next twenty minutes while you both wait for the sugar to hit your system.

Now he never shuts up about your eating issues. Every time plans are made, the first concern he voices is “will MC’s safe foods be there?!” He’s just trying to help, but you may have to tell him a few times that it’s a liiiittle embarrassing...

Leviathan

He... honestly didn’t notice.

He did find it a little weird that you never snacked with him when you were doing anime marathons together, but that was about it.

He heard his brothers talk about your concerning eating patterns before, but he wasn’t just going to listen to everything those normies say.

He himself can go several days without a meal if he’s busy grinding on events for his games, so he didn’t really think it was a big deal.

The first time he was truly concerned was when you had that blood sugar drop and he saw Mammon dashing to the kitchen.

At first, he was annoyed that Mammon was running in the house. It was practically making the house shake, and he didn’t want to be blamed if Mammon broke something.

He went out and complained to Mammon, only for Mammon to let out a completely unintelligible string of panicked words.

Okay, now he’s CONCERNED.

He made sure to check in with you after Mammon left, and the two of you had a long heartfelt talk.

He had a much better idea of your issues after that talk, and now he makes sure to get your safe-foods for you to munch on when the two of you do anime marathons.

Satan

Satan really didn’t care at first. He just thought you were weird but that it was none of his business.

He did admire your courage in punching Lucifer, though. That at least got him interested, just on a curiosity level.

After the body-swap arc, as he grows closer to you he grows increasingly concerned about your eating habits.

He starts checking in with you every once in a while, asking you if you’ve eaten lately and reminding you to eat.

He tries to avoid dinner dates to avoid making you uncomfortable, instead opting for museum visits, walks around the Devildom, etc.

Eventually he finally asks what it’s all about, and when you explain, he stays up all night researching your disorders.

Seriously, no one can pry him away from his books for like a week.

Akuzon keeps delivering books on autism and eating disorders to the HoL, and everyone’s just like, “Oh, it’s Satan again. Satan, come get your package!”

He constantly pesters you asking how he can help you.

He learns to cook all your safe-foods, exactly how you like them.

Asmodeus

Asmodeus was the first one to realize there was something seriously unhealthy going on.

Just thinking about your diet made him feel his skin breaking out...

He has no idea how you manage to stay so stunning with that kind of diet.

At first, he starts giving you diet advice. When you turn it down, he starts whining about how worried he is.

When you explain it, he really doesn’t get it, but begrudgingly agrees to back off.

Beelzebub

This boy REALLY does not get it.

You went?? 18 hours?? Without eating?? Without realizing???

He has absolutely no idea how you do it.

He gets so worried about you that he starts offering you his food. None of his brothers can believe their eyes.

He gets even more confused when you tell him more about your issues. The idea of being afraid of eating, or eating being an unpleasant experience, just does not compute in his brain.

Nonetheless, he’s there to support you. No matter how baffled he may be.

Despite drooling over literally everyone else’s food, he understands that touching yours is a no-no. Your safe-foods are the only foods in the house that are safe from him.

Belphegor

Like Levi, he really doesn’t notice or care right away.

However, after he’s freed from the attic, his brothers are quick to fill him in on your issues.

Because he tried to kill you, he sees it as his obligation to keep you as healthy as possible.

He borrows Satan’s notes on your condition, and even talks with Lucifer about it hoping for advice on helping you.

He really goes above and beyond, seeing it as his penance.

He helps Beel restrain himself from taking your food.

Always keeps some of your safe foods stocked up in the attic if you need them.

Diavolo

Diavolo was extremely accommodating once he first found out about your issues. He and Lucifer both ensured there was a snack cabinet full of your safe foods in the student council room.

He pulled strings with the RAD kitchen staff to ensure there was at least one of your safe-foods available each day.

He also had vending machines installed all around RAD specifically so you could get snacks. He hand-picked every option available in the vending machines based off what you could eat.

Barbatos

Barbatos is tasked with preparing your safe-foods every time you visit the Demon Lord’s Castle.

He really didn’t get it at first, but once you told him that to you eating food is like him petting a rat, he got it.

He always engages you in conversation while you’re eating to hopefully make the process a little easier. He sneaks in little words of encouragement.

Solomon

You’re the only one who gets a pass to not eat Solomon’s food. Congrats.

Your prize: everyone is jealous.

Luke

Being a kid, Luke has no idea what an eating disorder is, or just what disorders are in general. He’s really confused.

However, if you talk to him about it on his level and explain it in terms he understands, he’s quick to be understanding.

He learns how to make all your safe-foods and makes them for you whenever you come over.

He acts like a concerned parent, always fretting over you taking care of yourself. You get a text a day from him reminding you to eat if you haven’t recently.

Simeon

Simeon is quick to catch on that something is wrong. He noticed your struggles in the RAD cafeteria, and his suspicions only grew stronger at that retreat at the Demon Lord’s Castle.

He actually brought up his concerns about it with Lucifer, but was blown off.

Like Luke and Satan, he also stepped up to the plate cooking your safe-foods.

Like Satan, he also finds non-food date options for you.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #om!swd #obey me brothers #obey me undateables #obey me side characters #obey me headcanons #neurodivergent #neurodivergent headcanons #autistic headcanon #autistic #arfid #avoidant restrictive food intake disorder #eating disorders #arfid awareness

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kipxer · 2 years

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Stimming With Mammon

Obey Me! Mammon/Reader - Platonic - No MC pronouns No warnings, just a lot of sensory descriptions Note: I want a stim buddy so bad. Or an affectionate friend. SOMETHING. The pandemic has taken so much from me…. Masterlist

Mammon stim HCs:

For Mammon, he loves loud buzzy noises, like they're fizzing his hears. Makes his brain feel like seltzer water.

Speaking of seltzer, he loves fizzy drinks and spicy foods, it's like they tickle his mouth with each sip or bite.

The clinking of metal is a favorite sound of his, one of the many reasons he'll count his grim one at a time, putting them into stacks, even though it's all already been counted several times.

He'll also spin the coins on any surface he can find, enjoying the flicking motion and trying to stick his finger in the empty space of the rotating coin as it falls down.

When he's anxious, he'll rub the sleeves of his leather jacket over and over, soothing himself with the smooth leathery texture.

Likes to scratch things too, whether with his claws or regular nails, but he'll only scratch on textures he deems "scratchable". He has scratched a many "un-scratchable" things and now he shivers at the idea of touching them again.

Fidgets with his jewelry a Lot. He twists his rings, earrings, watch, and any bracelets he has on. He's broken a few of the more delicate ones so now most of his jewelry is very solid, flat, and smooth.

Loves warm colors, yellows and browns specifically. Something about it just feels so bright and stimulating, and the browns help contrast that nicely.

Will growl randomly. Not cause he's angry or frustrated, but just cause it feels nice. Will breathe in as much air as possible before letting out one really long growl. Likes to test himself and make the longest growl he can.

Gotta move! Always!

If he's forced to sit, he'll be bouncing his leg, or kick his school desk leg, or if he's in a spinny chair he'll twist his waist back and forth letting his legs swing free.

If he's forced to just stand in place he'll just start doing calf raises, going on his tip toes before falling back down over and over.

Social Stimming

You and this boy are so touch starved. So when you discovered you can stim!? Together!?!? It was over for you two.

You'll find him randomly coming up to you just to bite your shoulder cause he needed something on his teeth in that moment and you were just there.

Will scratch your back like a cat on a scratch post. Just turn around and let him at it. Unlike most scratchable surfaces he deems, he promises to never use his claws on you, instead only his nails, for fear that he'll slice up your skin.

Loves. To. Wrestle. Will never exert really any force on you, but like a big puppy, he loves when you push each other away, roll around, and end up in a fit of playful growls and giggles.

You know those challenges where you gotta like balance on top of each other, or have one person climb the other? Also loves those. Whenever he finds one he demands you do it together immediately.

Brush your hands over his face and he will just melt... Almost like your casting a spell on him, just trailing your fingers down his face over and over and he'll start purring.

Not a fan of being squished or under pressure much, but instead loves to be your stand in weighted blanket when you need. Just let him flop over and lay on you.

Just make sounds at him and he will repeat them every time. Whenever one of the other brothers overhears you it sounds like you're speaking a weird new language to them.

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arsontisticallyinfernal · 2 years

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🗯️YEs yeS ‼️🗯️ Hello ‼️ This is me again and I love how my previous ask came out as❗So I am here for another headcanon idea for Obey Me! ❗🕴️

So, there is this pin on Pinterest 📱I found that goes like this . . .

Hey man, what's up ?

Just converting oxygen to carbon dioxide. Yk the usual . 👨‍🔬

Wtf man school's over why still doing science ⁉️

Breathing, [name]. I've been breathing. 🕳️🕳️

The thing is‼️, I want to see Mammon, Leviathan, Simeon and Luke (separately ofc ) reacting to GN!Mc saying about the O2 and CO2 converting 👨‍🔬. This is the only idea I have currently in mind🧠 right now so I must see this before my soul leaves my body from no brain juice ⚰️

🗯️SO, we shall see how it will come out as 💃❗

- Orange Anon

I’m so glad you enjoyed it!! Feel free to stop by again after this lol

Now this ask, it’s amazing, ah this’ll be fun. Hope you enjoy, orange anon!

idk what to title this so- have it- Also I assume it’s through text? if not I can redo it! And sorry this came out late, was taking a nice lil mental break with my s/o

Also I didn’t do Simeon since I really wasn’t up to doing his gibberish texting, THOUGH I WILL DO HIM IF THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE IRL FJHFKJDHKJ

Mammon, Leviathan and Luke being stupid + MC/Yn/Reader though text

Pronouns: He/him mammon, He/him levi, He/him simeon, He/him luke

Genre: Being stupid and on crack [how the hell do I explain a hc like this dhdhdhdh] platonic

Characters: Mammon, Leviathan, Luke

Fandom: Obey me!

Warnings: Cursing

Edited/proofread: Hell nah-

Mammon<3

Mammon: Oi, human, wyd?

Y/n: Just converting oxygen to carbon dioxide. Yk the usual

Mammon: Wtf Y/n, why are ya doin science? aren’t you in your room?

Y/n: .

Y/n: I’ve been breathing, mams, breathing.

Mammon: .

and no response after that, he feels too embarrassed now. Never brings it up ever, but if you bring it up around him, he starts shouting “That never happened!!” and denying everything

Leviathan<3

Levi: Hey Y/n, what’s up?

Y/n: Oh, yk, the usual.

Levi: wut?-

Y/n: Converting oxygen into carbon dioxide, that’s what I’m doing

Levi: SCIENCE!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Levi: Y???? SCHOOLS OVER!

Y/n: I’m breathing.

Levi: Oh

Levi: OH

Levi: U want to come to my room since your not doing anything?

He doesn’t know the difference of your and you’re. I can barely understand his messages in game- He was so confused at first, but now that he knows you weren’t doing much, how about you visit his room and watch anime or TSL with him?

Luke<3

Son: Y/n! Y/n! Are you busy right now?

Y/n: Yeah, kind of

Son: What are you doing? Will you be done soon?

Y/n: I’m just turning oxygen into carbon dioxide, so no, I won’t be done anytime soon, hopefully

Son: Your’re still in science? Isn’t school over for the day?

Y/n: Luke I’m- I’m breathing

Son: oh

Son: Oh I’m so sorry for asking if you’ll be done soon!!

Y/n: Nah it’s okay!

Son: Well then, do you want to come to purgatory hall? I want to bake some celestial realm cupcakes!

Treat your son well, dear reader. He might be a bit ooc. Luke was hoping you’d come over to bake with him, please do.

#obey me #om!swd #obey me luke #om! luke #om! mammon #obey me mammon #om! leviathan #leviathan x reader #x reader #gn!reader #mammon x reader #luke x reader platonic

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notsokatt · 2 years

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Been trying really really hard to get back into drawing again, so here's a fem!Mammon cause she has been on my mind ALL DAY.

#obey me #om!swd #obey me! shall we date?#mammonobeyme #Fem!Mammon #mammon #om! mammon #Genderbend #genderbent #fanart #notsoartz #digital art #my art #art #my fanart

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majoliish · 1 year

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i know the obey me boys are all pretty rowdy in their own ways, especially once they've combined forces, but I do genuinely believe that each and every one of them would do their own thing to make sure you feel included in conversations, even if you happen to be a pretty quiet and shy person by nature.

under the cut: the seven demon brothers finding ways to help a reader who struggles to be heard/listened to during conversations

Lucifer commands attention when he's talking, it's just a known fact of the world. Barely anybody ever dares to interrupt him. It may take him a while to notice that you struggle to participate in conversations and interactions, but once he has, it lingers non-stop in his mind until he figures out a smooth way to rope you into the subject. He'll scold those who interrupt you, and sometimes just may randomly ask for your opinion on things, a bit like a teacher randomly calling on a student. Though he can be a bit of a bulldozer at times, he does make a conscious effort to make sure you feel seen and heard, and you get an opportunity to say your part in every conversation.

Mammon struggles with this a lot himself, on both sides - he often talks over others, but also gets talked over in turn, so it really frustrates him to see when you're not getting your turn to speak. He takes a headstrong approach to it, simply demanding for everyone else to shut up so you can speak. If anyone argues with him or interrupts when you're speaking, they'll earn a smack upside the head and a surprisingly stern look ("What, you didn't think I could take authority like that? I'm the second oldest, c'mon, give me some credit!"). He won't hesitate to try and preside over an entire conversation just to make sure everyone is getting a fair turn, and nobody is going on for too long. If all else fails and he knows you're still struggling to break into the conversation, he's more than happy to just pull you off to the side and inform you that you're allowed to say whatever you like to him, the others just get to miss out because they were all absorbed in whatever they were saying.

Leviathan is almost painfully ignorant of how much he can talk at times. He can go for minutes at a time with barely a break to take a breath, especially when it's a subject he's passionate about. He thrives at first when you seem to just let him talk a lot, but over time he begins to pick up on the signs, because he's had it happen to him, too (albeit in a much more over-the-top way from his brothers), and he soon starts to fret over you - he may categorise you as a 'quiet character' archetype in conversations but it's like it hurts him personally to see you try to enter a conversation only to fail. He works really hard to push conversations towards your interests and things you'd know about so you'll be given a fair go and an opportunity to shine and show off your knowledge! (Bonus points if it's also something he likes as well)

Satan is on the ball from the first time he sees it happen, and he silently seethes on your behalf, even if you don't seem all that upset. He agonises over it for a while, trying to hold in his anger until it just pops a few minutes later, and he goes off at anyone who talked over you or wouldn't listen to what you had to say. He's been ignored and spoken over his fair share of times, so it's a touchy subject to him, and he firmly believes that nobody else deserves that sort of treatment. If it happens again, he's on it right away, pointing out that you had something to say, and whoever spoke over you needs to wait their turn (usually in more unfriendly words). If it happens a third time, however, he'll just take your arm and drag you off and insist that he's more than happy to listen to you for as long as you like.

Asmodeus finds it to be a pretty baffling conundrum at first, he just doesn't quite grasp what the big deal is, it's not something he really notices, but if it's pointed out, or there's a certain subject he really wants your opinion on, he starts to pick up on it more and more, and it just won't sit right with him. The more he thinks about it, the sadder he gets on your behalf - to him, not being paid attention to is akin to a dagger in the heart. It's not long before he's figured out his own 'Asmo-coded' way of making sure you stay in the loop. He'll stand close by you when he can, sometimes draping an arm around you, twining your pinkies or holding hands - he has no problem keeping attention on himself, so by including you in his radiance, it's like the both of you are suddenly being listened to - it works like a charm, and you'll have any chance you like to fully dominate the conversation.

Beelzebub isn't really on the ball with social situations - he's a demon of few words, and those words are usually some variation of "I'm hungry.". However, he's had a few incidents where he's had something he felt was very important or genuine that he needed to say and has been talked over by his chattier brothers, so he knows what it's like. You'll notice that he always pays careful attention to you when you're speaking, and will keep his eyes on you even if you trail off as you get interrupted. He's experienced the same situation with Belphie a lot over the years, so knows what signs to look out for, and doesn't want you to go through the same grief his little brother has. He asks follow up questions to your statements and pays careful attention to the things you say - he may not have the greatest memory, but he tries really hard, and his warmth and kindness has a sort of comforting glow to it.

Belphegor, while it seems like he always has the attention of the others, knows exactly how you feel (albeit in a slightly different way). While he's heard, he's not listened to, and others tend to brush him and his words off pretty quickly, only to give praise to someone else when they say pretty much the exact same thing. Once he's started to notice the pattern, it's like he's always got an eye on you (when they're not both closed, that is). It's kind of like a mimicry of what Beelzebub does, but in his own signature way. It's kind of like, when he notices you're being shunned out of the conversation, he's pulling you into a separate little bubble off to the side and making sure that you know that you've got his attention and you're allowed to speak as much as you like to him without having to worry about being spoken over or not listened to.

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagiarise my writing! This includes posting translations to other sites and using it to teach bots!

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