#or an au where the devildom is just layered over the human realm and he fell for you (aka mc) as you were magic book shopping with solomon

[otome-on-the-side]

hey slip ;3c can i request from the writing prompts number 66, “look, I don’t have much time, but I wanted to say I love you." with satan?

Pairing: Satan/GN!reader 

Genre: Fluff 

TWs and tropes: familial kidnapping, domesticity, AU (though I dont know what kind tbh)  

Domestic Life with Satan was... idyllic, if a bit harried at times.

You wanted for nothing, and he was more than amicable when you divvied up household chores; some days you or Satan were too occupied with day to day tasks and chores piled up- you with your apprenticeship to Solomon, Satan with his archival work and personal studies- but those days when you both settled down and worked in the kitchen and did laundry as you caught up with each other and snacked on leftover takeout. They were days you neither of you wanted to give up.

You knew he was used to having an even more hectic lifestyle, with a total of 6 additional siblings, and you knew them from the stories he told when he had to deal with what he called "family business"; It would almost be funny hearing him vent about getting thrown over

Beelzebub's shoulder and shoved into a car if your boyfriend wasn't getting manhandled and stolen from his life with next to no warning.

Sometimes, he could call you the evening of, other times, he simply wouldn't come home. All you could do was wait, those days. The worst was when he'd disappeared for a month, only to stagger in the door and collapse into your arms- never worse for wear, but utterly exhausted.

At one point, you were certain that if you ever met Lucifer, you'd punch him squarely in the throat.

A call came one winter night; a snow storm was raging outside and you were utterly glad Satan had made it back home before the worst of it hit. You were putting away the last of the hand wash dishes Satan had dried as he picked up the phone. You didn't hear what was said on the other end of the phone conversation, but it made the blood drain from his face.

"I need to go." He said, hanging up the phone.

"Wh, what? Now?" You asked, but you were already moving to your shared bedroom to grab fresh wool socks for him.

"Unfortunately, family emergencies only happen at the most inconvenient times possible," He responded from the coat closet, voice tight.

"Wait, wait," You hurried over with an additional sweater and aforementioned wool socks in your grasp. "Put these on, it's nasty out there."

He paused, some of the tension leaving his shoulders as removed his half worn coat and slipped the additional sweater over his torso. "Did you get me wool socks?" He asked.

"Satan, just because your family doesn't give a damn about your personal life doesn't mean I'm going to send you to them with the possibility of getting frost bite. Now, where are your gloves?"

He holds them up for your inspection before returning to getting ready; stripping off his cotton socks and swapping them for wool, shrugging on an undercoat to wear under his trench coat.

"Can you tell me what it is this time?" you ask. You don't expect details, not when he hasn't given you many after all this time; but you don't want him gone without a word this time either.

"Something's wrong with Lucifer." His eldest brother; the one person that pissed Satan off like no other. "Don't worry, they're sending a car for me."

"With this weather, they better be sending a damn plow." You don't bother to hide you annoyance. Much. "Are you sure you'll be alright?" You'd offer to walk him to this car his family sent if it wasn't such an obvious and clear emergency.

“Look, I don’t have much time," gently, Satan cradles your face, pausing before he dashes out the door. He presses a kiss against your mouth before he leans back, just enough to whisper, "but I wanted to say I love you.”

He told you that often, but every time he said it, you could see he how much he softened, and that he always, always meant it.

And suddenly, you realized how much hated leaving you behind; he hated leaving you on the doorstep of your shared home, and running off to go check on his mess of an older brother in the middle of a damn blizzard,-

"...Do you think you can tell me what happened after you get back?" You ask haltingly. He's still close enough that you could lean forward an inch and kiss him again, but you hold back as you speak. "You don't owe me details, especially right now, but it would be nice to know if there's something I could do rather than keep the house warm when there's obviously something wrong happening."

Satan's the one that closes the gap, giving himself a moment to kiss you properly. When he pulls back, there's an awed expression on his face. "I can do that. I should have done that ages ago actually."

A very pointed honk rings down the street.

"I-"

"Go. I love you too. Stay safe."

#obey me #obey me! #obey me Satan #obey me satan x reader #I can't tell is this is an au where satan Kind of leaves the mob #or an au where the devildom is just layered over the human realm and he fell for you (aka mc) as you were magic book shopping with solomon #thank you for requesting mom ;v; #very nice to have something to keep me occupied in these trying times #enjoy your boyfriend mom!!!! ilu!!! #i see what you did there #thiiiis close to a 666 #request #mom 🐱 #snippet

[nona-piccolo]

Princes of Hell AU

Princes of Hell AU

Warnings: none, unless the mention of “hell” and demons bothers you

This is my own little AU where Obey Me brothers are genuinely princes of hell, and each of them occupy a Circle of Hell where the damned come to be eternally punished; there is no school, there is no RAD, and there is no funny banter 😈 When I had first played Obey Me, I always imagined a more darker story to the brothers, ones that involve fighting and action, and less of the romance aspect, especially since they are in fact demons, and each of them possess the burden of a sin. I always just thought it would be interesting to view them in a reign of power for a territory of their own. I also really really wanted to speak about the boys’ abilities and powers, so their strengths and combat is also talked about.

Please enjoy my little indulgence!

Okay so hear me out, there are seven rings of hell that occupy the space of the underworld. The worse of a person you had been on earth, the further into the ring you get placed in--- this also deals with the punishment that is endured. To put it simply, the rings are formed from 1 to 7: 1 being the least terrifying, while being placed in ring 7 is reserved for the worst and scummiest human beings. Taking off from there then, that leads us to the very first prince and owner of the 1st circle of hell:

Leviathan - 1st Circle of Hell:

They call this place Sheol. One thing that greatly differs Leviathan’s circle compared to the others is that fact that his circle is not a physical layer. There is no land. In fact, Leviathan's layer is almost sea-like, with spirits floating through the sky and composed of a sea of high whines of envy. The misty green layer is also the largest part of hell, considering it is the outer-most layer of the circle and takes up the most surface area. Leviathan is comfortable in his true form here (a giant beastly Leviathan) with eyes filled with envy to roam his territory. Leviathan is a powerful being, able to summon and control hideous demonic ocean creatures to do his bidding. His brothers are cautious if ever caught in a fight with him; Leviathan’s control can absolutely crush and overflood the other circles of hell. Many are terrified of him, and rumors had gone around saying he has the potential to become 2nd, maybe even 1st strongest of the Devildom, but his downfall and probably biggest weakness, is the time he spends moping about the things he doesn't have. The feeling of envy has crippled him to a pathetic and whiny ruler. Still, he appears to be one of the best of his brothers, as he doesn’t need to do much to care for the crying souls that wander around lifeless.

Asmodeus - 2nd Circle of Hell:

They call the 2nd Circle of Hell Dis--- the most laid back circle of all of them. Yes, even more so than Leviathan’s. Now you may think it would be odd, especially for Asmodeus’s circle to be placed where it is. But the people bound here for all eternity have the guilty pleasure of what Asmodeus finds entertaining. All demons and humans there are not tortured, with no laws, and given the ability to do whatever it is they desire. He likes to be surrounded by succubi and incubbi almost constantly. Asmo hates humans the least, and feels no need to want revenge. Being in hell and stripped of everything is punishment enough for him. Talking about abilities, Asmodeus himself would say that he isn’t fit for physical combat. Instead, he was given the ability to charm any creature or non creature he sees fit. With just a look in his eyes, he commands every bone in their bodies. Very few people are immune to this charm, but every once in a millennia he will meet someone who doesn't fall to his charm. This bothers him immensely.

Belphegor - 3rd Circle of Hell: 

Gehhena. That is the name of his circle. Opposite to his twin brother Beelzebub, Belphegor has a barren land of almost nothingness... Everything is shrouded with sloth, to the point where not even the air moves. Too lazy to make changes to his kingdom, there is a constant stagnation within his circle. His followers are left sitting there with nothing except constant loneliness and nothing to ease their boredom. Belphegor, the ruler that he is, sleeps on his throne any moment he can, and the crazed state he left his followers in have caused them to struggle with each other on who will get the throne. They feel they will go crazy if no one takes up Belphegor’s place. And so they plan to take his throne. Acting like he doesn't know about the plan to overthrow him, Belphie is pleased to spend all of eternity with the entertainment of watching his underlings argue to no end on who should sit on his throne. Belph doesn't seem like the brightest, especially due to his dozing and sleeping, but perhaps that's where he and Mammon are able to catch opponents off guard. Being underestimated is what Belph depends on, and frankly he seems to enjoy it just as much. He is the youngest of his brothers, and therefore the weakest physically, but his ability can be powerful in controlling what happens in other's dreams. This demon does his dirty work in the dream realm, having full and complete capabilities to cause disaster in his enemies through during their most vulnerable moments--- sleep. His constant state of sleep can ease others into a sleeping death, where the dream realm becomes Belphegor's greatest strength. He feels no need to try and climb the ranks higher. He is content where he is.

Mammon - 4th Circle of Hell:

Pandaemonium is the name of Mammon’s circle. Perhaps the greatest designed circle of hell, Mammon's image of what he wanted hell to look like is what came true on his land. He has complete control of what he wishes his kingdom will look like. As a great architect, he believes that hell could be just as great as heaven, and tried to prove it to Lucifer by designing Lucifer's very castle. Mammon’s land is filled with enormous landmarks and sky scrapers that appear to touch the stars. His circle of hell has the most impressive buildings and works of art, truly impressive to look at, but... as a ruler, Mammon isn't too good. There are still so many unfinished buildings and projects that he has abandoned in order for his subjects to mine and work in labor for eternity, finding the greatest diamonds and jewels within the ground to bring back to Mammon's castle. They needed to keep their master rich somehow. The work loads for his followers keeps increasing with every little thing Mammon craves for. More and more buildings, more and more diamonds, he can never get enough of it. Although rarely any violence ensures, his underlings constantly screw each other over in order to survive. And like his followers, Mammon is not particularly violent. In fact he shows more of a masochistic side, letting other people take out their frustration on him. This is ironic, due to Mammon's main ability being his luck. Among other demons and humans, his sheer luck and ability to gamble come in handy for him; getting him out of situation after situation. In the battlefield, he is often used as a decoy, his luck coming in handy to miss fatal wounds and strikes. It is also said Mammon's speed can rival Beelzebub's, yet he seems to run even faster if it's to get away from trouble. 

Beelzebub - 5th Circle of Hell:

Beelzebub’s circle was named Tantarus, or better yet the Tantarus Pit. It is a massive swamp, and with basically an "eat or be eaten" policy. His people are desperate in getting whatever they can in their search for sustainability. Although not particularly strict, Beel's attitude of eating whatever he wants can become a scary factor. He has many good cooks enslaved, whom make meals for him almost constantly. Much like Mammon, the people in the 4th circle of hell are forced into an everlasting workload. Yet unlike Mammon, Beelzebub has been known to get impatient, sometimes swallowing up the nearest thing he can find--- whether it’s a person, or the dinner table. He does not purposefully seek out trouble though, and prefers to keep to himself--- or with Belphegor. His circle is too far from Belphie, much to Beelzebub’s dismay, but Lucifer had simply brushed it off and told him he needed to deal with it. With super strength and speed, Beel is by far the physically strongest of his brothers. His frightening stature, height, and gluttony puts him at the very top of the list for being intimidating. Along with the constant intake of food, he makes sure to exercise and keep the bounds of muscles he has solidified on his body.

Satan - 6th Circle of Hell:

Satan owns the circle of Malebolge. There are two sides in Malebolge, and both sides are at constant war with each other. The pain and horror of war is everlasting and perpetual. Satan trains his people for the day they get a chance to attack the Celestial Realm. It is by far the most violent and frightening circle of hell. Satan is a monster fuming with hatred and insults. His control over his wrath had been let go a long time ago; he had let it overwhelm him and take control. To the point where Satan’s very presence on the battle field freezes opponents up in their tracks. Continuing to fight Satan for more than a few minutes will trigger his ability. He had all of eternity to practice thinking clearly through his anger and wrath--- it is no longer a roadblock to him. But he uses this as his greatest weapon. Fighting Satan for longer than a few minutes will provoke a growing rage inside of you; like the pressure of a dam against the heavy weight of water. His opponent will begin to think unclearly--- they will feel frustration and rage, giving Satan a chance to strike them down. Skilled and precise, he taught himself to suppress anything other than the rage he feels in order to kill more efficiently. Unlike his brothers, Satan prefers to use a sword in battle, and he can do so both methodically and elegantly (particularly Archangel Michael's sword that had fallen into Heaven with his other brothers).

Lucifer - 7th Circle of Hell:

Of course, the last and most dreadful circle of hell is reserved for Lucifer himself. Cocytus is what he had called it. This circle occupies the smallest space, taking the very center of the ring he and his brothers had formed. In the very middle lies Lucifer’s giant castle he had built just for himself. Lucifer's castle Helviti is where he stays, and where his most valuable followers and favorites live. The castle is all Lucifer really needs to be content. There are dreadful winds here, the cold and winter storms are drastically below freezing temperatures, keeping and reminding him that he could never ascend to the warmth of the Celestial Realm. So he is glad to have a warm place to stay in order to keep out the numbing weather. His people however... are left in a biting state of paralysis from the freezing cold; left out of the castle to rot. The most powerful of his brothers, Lucifer's cunning behavior and strict attitude are just added weapons alongside his ability of energy manipulation. Two of his six wings were disintegrated from his fall from Heaven to hell, and turned from a pure white to a rich black. He is also the only one who can control Cerberus, an enormous three-headed dog he keeps right by his side.

#obey me #obey me AU #obey me headcanons

[morning-starcrossed]

This is honestly just super self indulgent full fae au Erika shenanigans with Lucifer, because I hyper focused on an au for my favorite OC. Basic idea here is that Erika is actually far instead of just half fae, her mother is still alive, she still sorta dies and is brought back. Alaric still has is war, but instead of winning the throne of the Unseelie for himself, Erika kills him and the Unseelie king, and takes the throne for herself. I haven’t figured out time line stuff really for it yet, but Erika would be a young ruler in Lucifer’s eyes for a good minute probably because he’s so fucking old. A lot of the stuff for Lucifer is just canon divergently my own thing (maybe a head canon or two borrowed from friends but mostly mine). But id’s be hard pressed to call it totally canon here.

Anyway disclaimers and author notes aside, here is the thing I hope y'all like it. It was fun to write honestly.

Erika swirled her wine as she sat upon her throne. Court had just concluded, and she hadn’t quite moved as she watched the nobles leave. The young Queen had quite a few things on her mind, chief among them was perhaps the current ambassador from the Devildom. The man drove the Queen up walls with his very presence, and his actions toward her were barely tolerable at best. Certainly, one troublesome demon was less of a problem for her to deal with, but she’d appreciate if a being from outside her Court didn’t try to tell her how to run the Unseelie. This was her court, and her people, and she’d be damned if some pompous Pride demon told her how to run her own realm. “Eri?” Erika glanced up, crimson eyes meeting her sister’s deep green ones, and a soft sigh fell from her lips. “Yes?” She asked softly, taking a sip of her wine as she stood. “If it’s the ambassador from the Devildom, I will deal with him tomorrow.” The Monarch sighed, running a hand though her curly hair, currently seeming to be cut with an undercut and chin length layered top. It was days like these, where Erika looked far more masculine that the gentry had taken to calling her their Monarch rather then their Queen. She hardly wanted to be called King, and yet Queen hardly fit her in their opinion, this was their as well as her happy medium. “Its actually Lord Lucifer.” Erika’s cool red hues looked almost inquisitively at her sister, nonverbally cuing the other to elaborate. The Sin of Pride? Unannounced in her realm? That was rare. Lucifer if nothing else seemed to like to make a prideful show of himself and his power, but maybe that was the point. The young ruler wasn’t expecting him at all, and perhaps that was the point the demon was trying to make in this moment. “Where is he?” Erika asked tired, wondering if she needed to bother shifting her hair at all. Most of her appearances with the any of the Seven Lords of Hell, she was very much feminine presenting (sometimes to her own dysphoria) in an effort to make things simple for the demons.After all, she had perhaps a few human over the years that had been caught off guard by the fluidity of her gender presentation. Whose was to say that demons wouldn’t have the same issue. Certainly, the gentry knew better by now, but demons weren’t her subjects. They were allies, ones the Unseelie had had for millennia, and Erika hardly planned to be the monarch to ruin such a deeply beneficial partnership. “The music room.” Adeline snorted as her sister rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over a slightly broader and flatter chest, shaking her almost boyish curls before downing the rest of her wine. “What’s the worry, Erika? You don’t think he’d-” “Do I think Pride himself would help himself to any instrument? Yes, but also seeing as a Pride demon is my current ambassador, his underlings aren’t exactly helping his image either.” She spat, almost venomously. With a flourish, Erika snagged the dress coat she had dawned this morning, slipping it on as she strode to the door, each foot fall echo off the walls as the young Queen strode with such pride and confidence to almost rival Lucifer’s own. ________

The Sin of Pride sat at the piano, gloved hands carefully dancing across the keys each part of the concerto seeming to flow effortlessly from the demon as he played. That was until he heard the door open, ears twitching slightly as he brought the piece to an end. Turning on the bench, he watched with thinly veiled amusement as the young Queen he was here to see entered, her own pride a heedy wine that the Sin could hardly get enough of. She was always a prideful little thing, he knew, but even so it was different seeing her, even as she was now, as compared to just hearing about her. “Your Majesty.” Lucifer greeted her with a slight bow as he stood. “What do you want, Lord Pride?” “To the point as usual, I see.” The Sin chuckled, a soft smirk settling upon his lips. The Queen of the Unseelie was always something of a surprising being. It would be a lie to say that Lucifer didn’t find her company entertaining on the rare occasion he actually was privileged to it. “I had a long day at Court, surely someone like you would understand that.” The Queen offered after a moment, a tired sigh escaping her as she raked her hand through soft curls. “And your ambassador has been less than pleasant these last few months. Its alot to think about.” Crimson eyes met scarlet for a moment, and there was a silent understanding between the two beings for a moment. “Understood. How would you feel about telling me about what the ambassador has done these past months over some wine, hmmm?” Erika flashed the Sin of Pride a mischievous smile at the proposition. Lucifer was hardly a being to pass up wine, nor was Erika really, and at least it was Lucifer dealing with this, and not someone else. The queen was sure she could handle this at least. Lucifer was sensible after all. “I suppose I could. Could we take this discussion to the gardens perhaps?” Lucifer returned her smile. “Certainly, Your Majesty.”

#giles writes #obey me lucifer #obey me #lucifer obey me #obey me lucifer x oc #oc; Erika Seer #OC || au|| fae #I haven't decided yet if its a bit outta character for Lucifer to bow to another monarch or if he would for the sake of manners #but the more obvious the man is about it the more he actually respects you #a thought for another time perhaps.