#shall we date satan
While you studied demonolgy, I studied the blade
A/n: yay more hcs! perfect for my chaotic ass. And it’s another fighting one! I love swords they’re just so pretty. Thanks to the anon who requested this! This is a little long actually
Scenario: You are a master swordsperson who ends up in the devildom. The bois think you’re worthless and just a tool but wait until you surprise them in different ways
okay this bitch is the avatar of pride. Naturally he’s gonna look down on you because he’s a dick of a demon and you’re just a defenseless little human in his eyes
Makes several snide comments about how he thinks you’re weak. You just roll your eyes and ignore him because even with his whole demon shtick you knew you could take him
It’s not much of a problem until he keeps doing it and you just snap.
You know how way back when, duels were issued by slapping someone across the face with a glove. You follow those traditions but seeing as he’s a demon...
Luci got full on slapped by a gauntlet from one of the suits of armor. He just stares in shock as you issue the challenge. He’s ancient so you do it in a way he can understand. “You have dishonored my realm, i demand satisfaction.” you yell before leaving the room
Lucifer is about to chase after you until you come back with two rapiers and toss one to him and rush him as soon as he has it in his grasp.
Mans is pissed
Fights against you but you’re better than he is at this. After all, what human fights against demons with swords? Magic is quicker and it’s been what he’s mainly used in the last decades.
Sees red when you draw blood from his cheek and keeps trying his hardest to stab you because he is so angry rn. You know that one razor commercial where the actors are fighting and it’s so sexually charged? That but slightly more aggressive
Eventually you beat him back into a corner and he yields, not wanting to ruin the exchange program. You force him to admit that humans aren’t as weak as he believed and that he was a pompous ass.
He hates you but now has begrudging respect for you. Decides to train with you to become a more capable swordsman while teaching you new techniques since again he is ancient and was around to see them in use. Who knows this could turn into something more
This dude doesn’t quite think you’re worthless but you’re nowhere near valuable on the market because Lucifer would kill him if he ever tried to make money off of you. So you’re kinda useless in his eyes
But he’s intrigued. You walk with an air of confidence like you know you can handle yourself. he thinks you’re either cocky or stupid. Maybe both
But considering you can shish kebab all the demons in a room if you had one of your stabby stabs swords with you then meh
Finds out by taking you to an auction of cursed artifacts. he needed an extra body to store the loot on and you fit the bill.
Your eyes land on a sword that the shopkeeper says has a soul fragment of one of the old kings of the Devildom. You think it’s bullshit but it’s a nice looking sword. Luckily you had enough grimm for it
Mammon is confused by your choice until someone noticed the valuables in his pockets. “Thief!” They shouted. “Mammon, get us outside! I can make them back off!”
he decides not to question you and to do what you say. As soon as you’re outside with room to maneuver, you’ve gone on the attack.
Turns out the shopkeeper wasn’t lying, it did have a soul fragment in it. Which gave you a speed/strength/stamina boost. Combined with your skill with the sword and the demons chasing after you went down quickly.
“Mc? Where did you learn that?” Mammon would ask. Once you explain he just grins. “Wanna be my bodyguard Mc? A lot of people would kill to protect the great and powerful Mammon after all!”
You agree just because it gives you an excuse to practice your sword techniques, plus you’d actually be allowed to cause injuries. Win-win
Now this boy could care less about you. Just another stupid normie. And trust me he lets you know it
You come to dislike him due to how he treats you. But like that’s how you feel towards all the boys during this time period
It’s not until he has a chance to go to a con and starts whining that he has no one to take who’ll understand what it’s like. His brothers toss you under the bus and tell you to go with him
He’s chill for the most part, dragging you around from spot to spot. He does notice your fascination with the live steel exhibit and tells you the story behind all of the the anime swords shown there.
You even got to watch a dueling match! Not to the death, but it was still a showcase. The grand prize for whoever beat the master swordsman up there won a limited edition Rurichan in knight’s armor. Naturally Levi had to have it
While he was muttering to himself to try and figure out how to get it, you just went up on the stage to challenge the swordsman. Levi’s mouth fell open when you proceeded to kick said man’s ass
Gives you the biggest grin as you hand him the limited edition rurichan thing. “Mc! You’re like a Knight in one of my animes! So cool!” He cries as he tightly holds onto his new possession.
Buys you like 15 swords from his favorite shows to use afterwards
This smug little jerk. If I could kick his ass I would. But I can’t. You, Mc, however can!
He would definitely call you a tool especially when you and Lucifer started getting along. Boi would rub it in your face
Cause yknow, little asshole
You’re getting fed up with him, especially with his thoughts of how he’s better than you just because he’s had a millennia to memorize more information
You finally catch a moment to prove him wrong though. A treasured day in your mind.
He had been reading aloud from a book of old techniques for sword fighting. “This Style is Said to be undefeatable in battle blah blah blah”
“Your Book is outdated or wrong. Maybe both.” You say without looking up. He frowns and tries to argue with you, even standing up and casting a spell to show you the different stances and moves and how they work.
But when you start describing a more recent style and how it can easily defeat all of those he starts getting angry and flustered. How dare a stupid human think they know better than him! He's still pissed even after you explain.
Forces you to teach him all that you know. Knowledge is power and the demon wants all of it
Let's just say that the next time his wrath takes over, he might have a pointy weapon involved
Well he knew that you were doing some sort of physical activity after seeing all your muscles. Putting your whole body into a fight and depending on the style of a sword, you could get decently jacked
Definitely approves of what it's done for your body. But in the end you're just a magicless human. He attempts to be nice but it comes off as more condescending. Blame the narcissism for that.
It wasn’t until one day the two of you were home alone, the rest out doing various activities while you helped him with a live stream. You both started to hear a loud commotion from outside and you peeked out the window to see a small crowd of demons banging on the doors to the house.
“Asmo, what the hell is going on?” You asked. He sighed and flapped his hand about dismissively. “My fans are getting bolder. It’s quite annoying really.” He said. “They’d never be this bold. What did you do?” You asked, knowing how all the demons of the realm feared Asmo and his brothers too much to pull a stunt like this.
“Satan may have... given me a spell that I used and accidentally enchanted many demons to the point of severe obsession.” Asmo said quietly as he did the simpy fingers 👉👈
You couldn’t stand the loud noise starting to echo through the house and sighed as you punched the bridge of your nose. “How do we fix it?” “The spell book said a severe physical shock would break them out of it but none of the others are here and it’s not quite my speed.” He explained.
You just glared at him as you went into Lucifer’s study, where two swords were hanging on the wall. You grabbed them and marched towards the door, Asmo trying to stop you.
“MC you cant! They’ll kill you!” He pleaded. It still didn’t stop you from opening the door and slamming it behind you to keep them away from Asmo.
The demon began to get worried when he heard all the screams and gross squelching sounds but none of them sounded like yours. It wasn’t until you opened the doors back up again and walked in, covered in blood and tossing the bloody swords on the ground.
“Just for that, I get to use your bathroom and any products I want to get the blood off.” You said as you trudged up the stairs. Asmo just stared at you with a slack jaw before glancing outside to see quite a lot of wounded demons wondering what had happened to them while quickly healing.
Needless to say, he didn’t mess with you anymore. But he did make sure to take you to the club with him from then on in order to ward off unwanted admirers.
Boi didn’t think you were useless per say but he definitely thought you were weak and needed protecting
Didn’t really come to like you until you started slipping him food and hanging out with him, which is the quickest way to his heart.
Would bring you along to some of his sports clubs or the gym so you could cheer him on. Would also try to encourage you to join a sport until one of the others reminded him how that could end with you maimed or dead
Well one day you were with him in the gym which his team was using for weightlifting while the fencing team practiced in their ring.
You watched their practice for a while until you started yelling out tips or corrections for the fencers. The demons were getting kinda annoyed with it all. Who did you think you were? You were just a stupid human who probably couldn’t even hold a sword properly.
They voiced said thoughts to you and Beel began to frown, standing up to your defense. A hand planted in the center of his chest made him pause. “It’s alright Beel. I’ll take care of this.” You said as you marched towards the ring.
Beefy boi wanted to stop you but by the time he realized that yeah you were gonna be that stupid, you were already grabbing a fencing foil. “Let’s do This.”
He watched in awe as you quickly dispatched your opponent and the teacher watching called your win. Your face lit up in such an infectious grin that he couldn’t help but smile too, happy for you and your victory.
When you tried to leave, your former opponent grabbed you by the shoulder and started berating you some more. Saying that you cheated and called on your pacts to win. Beel only got between the two of you and bared his teeth. “Sore losers make me angry. And watching you two fight made me hungry.” He growled out.
You’ve never seen someone run so fast as that demon did to get away from the two of you.
Oh this bitch is trouble
He literally killed you, he’s not the most pleasant for you to be around. Understandable really. Having him around all day and with him trying to cling to you like a new teddy bear, really set you on edge.
He didn’t see anything wrong. He just thought you were cowardly like most demons were. He definitely didn’t think you could do anything to defend yourself, especially after how it was easy to just end you.
So when he walks in one day to see you doing a training routine with one of your swords, which often helped relieve some of your stress, he had the fricking audacity to laugh. “Wow look at the human trying to be tough. I doubt you can hurt anyone with that toothpick.”
And you were more than fed up at this point. So you threw the sword at him with as much accuracy as you could.
The tip of it snagged itself in his hood and the force of the throw managed to pin the fabric to the wall, Belphie’s eyes wide as he stared at you. You were seething as you looked at him with tightly clenched hands and he had never seen you that angry before.
“Don’t dismiss me just because I’m human. You only managed to kill me because I was caught off guard and unarmed. And because I had trusted you. If I felt like it, I could carve you up like a thanksgiving turkey with one of these ‘toothpicks’ and be rest assured that your brothers have given me ones that will work against you.” You said.
Belphie’s jaw dropped when you finished your speech. You just stride forward and pulled your blade out of the wall, taking a moment to let it linger against his neck. “I’m not as defenseless as you think I am.” You say before walking away.
Well mark him down as scared and horny. He doesn’t mess with you anymore now tho so it’s a plus
He didn’t quite see you as useless. You played an important part in the exchange program of course! But he did come across as condescending when he talked to you. It’s just how he phrases things when he talks about the human realm, he can’t help it.
He doesn’t witness your abilities first hand but rather read about it in your file and from Lucifer’s reports. He was quite impressed with you!
Especially when rumors of your skills began going through the devildom like a wildfire. “Wonderful! The human can protect themselves! Now we need not worry as much!” He would simply say.
He worries. He worries very much. What if you couldn’t get to a blade in time? What if a quick demon killed you in a surprise, giving you no time to react? What if there were too many to fight against?
A suggestion from Barbatos solves his problems easily. He picks out a special sword from the royal vault, wrapping it up in a fine sheath before calling you to come see him.
He gives you a sentient sword. “One that will always come to your hand when called, will rise up to aid you in battle if you somehow cannot defend yourself.” You gotta love magic, right?
What really gets you is the inscription with the sword’s name. “Excalibur??? This is Excalibur? Like Merlin and King Arthur and the knights of the round table Excalibur?” You asked and Diavolo nodded.
“Yes. The lady of the lake was a special powerful type of demon who forged that sword. We stole it back from the human realm after it had served its use and I believe it will do good for you.”
Dude tries to fucking knight you, prove me wrong. Also gotta keep your new sword under lock and key away from Mammon. Imagine how much Grimm it’d go for!
Oh dear he knows trouble when he sees it
You might as well have a flashing neon arrow pointed at your head after the rumors start circulating. Now every demon wants to challenge your abilities and he can see many futures where it ends badly
After a while of listening to Diavolo’s worries and dealing with his own, he makes the suggestion. “My lord, I seem to recall a great many of magical swords in the vault that may prove helpful. Maybe gift one of them to MC?”
Is delighted when he sees how your face lights up at the sword. He spent hours restoring and sharpening it, making sure its ancient magic would be enough to protect you. His hard work was definitely worth it for that smile on your face
Offers to help you with its cleaning and will listen endlessly to your many battles with Excalibur
“MC please be careful!”
Has the pained smile on anytime he has to heal you after a fight. You can literally see the hurt in his eyes. “You’re a Human, you need to be more careful MC.”
Will make you feel sooooo guilty for partaking in fights like this. He just wants you to be safe after all and nothing like a good ol guilt trip to make you stay away from demons who could snap ya like a twig
Doesn’t stop you for long
“Keep the swords away from Luke! I don’t want him to hurt himself.”
Eventually gives in and offers to help you train. He knows a bit, having been around for a while and having probably trained in the celestial realm himself. The brothers styles of fighting aren’t the same as they used to be when he shows you how angels truly fight
Pansies. They fight like pansies
Their style of fighting is less... dirty and underhanded than the styles of those in the devildom. Between that and Simeon’s fear of hurting you, you decide to cancel training with him indefinitely
To say he’d be relieved is an understatement
Troublesome little bastard he is
Enjoys watching you train and helping you learn how to fight when magic is involved. Also loves messing with the magic in Excalibur
Anytime he gets his hand on the sword you end up smacking him though, even when he reveals it’s true past
“Yeah the lady of the lake forged it but I was the one who had to keep reinforcing it. That magic would wear off in two battles! Two!”
“Wasn’t Merlin the wizard in those stories?” You asked. Solomon just nods and gestures to himself “I lived under an alias for a while, okay? Don’t ask me about it.” He simply says.
You don’t believe him. No one does, even if he does provide evidence. Mammon was there during those ages, remembering being summoned to help some witch names Morgana but doesn’t remember Solomon being there.
“I was in disguise!” Solomon’s rants and desperate pleas for recognition don’t do anything for his character
A/n: didn’t include Luke in this one because I’m tired and his character is just kinda meh to me. Sorry
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Satan and Nightmares
This is the second part in the series, I’m going in order from oldest to youngest, so Lucifer’s, Mammon’s and Leviathan’s are done, you can find below.
Part One Part Two Part Three
Scenario: MC (you) wakes up from a very bad nightmare and seeks out comfort from the boys. You end sleeping next to them since you can’t sleep. This is inspired by me, since my dreams. . . . . . . they are funky to say the least.
Inspired by a conversation I had with @Tulip-hall
Warnings: Reader is gender neutral so this is for everyone! No warnings!
Your eyes open to complete darkness. A few moments pass and you realize your situation, you had only been dreaming. You heave yourself off of your bed and gaze around your room. Squinting you can make out your phone and you grab it. It was three in morning. You knew that you needed more sleep. You curled up under your sheets again. Tossing and turning was doing you no good. Every time you felt your body relax you would relive your night terror.
You stood again and paced, you had no options currently. A few thoughts drifted by and your mind latched on to one of them. You shook your head, it was a silly thought, but your mind was insistent. You sighed and wrapped a blanket around your shoulders. Wearing your makeshift cape you scuffled down the hall to Satan’s door.
Immediately after the first rap on the door you heard a shuffle inside. After the second knock the door was thrown open. Satan stood there, very aggravated. His hair was fluffed up and sticking every which way and he was wearing a fluffy green sweater and plush looking pants. He peered at you, his eyes still squinted from sleep. He yawned and gave you a scowl.
“MC, do you know what time it is? Please tell me you have a good reason for this,” He grumbled, running his fingers through his hair to smooth it somewhat.
“Can I talk to you for a bit? I know it’s late but I really need to talk right now,” you mumbled looking at the floor sheepishly. You already began to regret your decision, Satan was a light sleeper and did not appreciate being disturbed.
To your surprise, Satan stepped aside and allowed you into his room. You gently nudged the floating books away as you made your way through his room. His bed was covered in massive books so you settled on the plush, old couch. Satan trailed behind and stood in front of you and looked down. He quirked his eyebrow as if to ask you to tell him why you were here. You felt yourself shrink under his gaze but you explained to him what had happened.
Satan sighed and rubbed his temples, he felt a small twinge of anger flare up in him but he could not bring himself to be mad. He had watched you relay your dream. You had kept your face hidden from him but the cracks in your voice were undeniable. He crouched down and gazed up at your face. He offered you a weak smile. Unsure of how to give any solace he reached a hand up and cupped your face.
“Hey, it’s okay, you’re with me now, and you’re okay. You’ll be alright,” Satan reassured.
You gave him a weak smile and leaned into his touch. Satan felt himself grow warmer and pulled himself away from you. He turned from you and reviewed his room. Tomes and enchanted books were laying all over the floor, many of them floated in the air and piles of volumes were stacked on his bed. Satan wished he had spent some time organizing earlier that day. He had been distracted by a new novel he got off of Akuzon and completely forgot. He muttered a few expletives under his breath. He didn’t want to kick you out so you could cower in fear all alone, but there was no way he could find room without spending an eon reorganizing.
Turning on his heel Satan faced you again, he cleared his throat and spoke, “I don’t have a lot of room so you can sleep on the couch and I guess, since I’m already awake, I’ll just read until morning comes.”
“That doesn’t sound very fair, I could always curl up on the floor, I’m the one that’s intruding,” you responded waving your arms in defiance.
Satan carefully clasped your arms and held them still, “it’s alright, you can sleep on the couch, I don’t mind. I can survive without a few hours of sleep. Besides, there’s nowhere on the floor to sleep,” Satan chuckled. He plopped himself on a stack of books and beckoned one of the novels floating through the air to come to him. You began to protest again but he was already entranced by the book.
You accepted that Satan would be too stubborn, so you curled up on the couch, the old couch creaked and you sank into the worn cushions. You felt yourself begin to calm but, just as before, you were visited by visions of your dream. You instead laid there, your eyes wide open and holding back tears. The Devildom was a terrifying place, you loved it, but not all of it. You found it hard to confide in the brothers for fear of sounding weak or whiny.
A loud yawn permeated the silence you had resolved yourself in. You were annoyed by Satan’s refusal to rest. You silently rose and tiptoed to Satan’s side. You clung to his sleeve and pulled. He didn’t move but his mouth pursed. You could see how he was holding back his smile and you frowned at him. You pulled again, he began to chuckle.
“MC, I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable, you can have the couch,” Satan said, sighing with a smile and finally looking at you. His smile faded when he saw that your eyes were shining with tears. He tossed his book into the air, allowing it to float away. He stood quickly and began to truly fathom how bad that dream had been.
“MC, what do you need me to do? I-” Satan paused and looked over your shoulder at the couch. “Would you like to share the couch? Maybe I could read to you?” Satan rambled, hoping he could find a solution to help you.
You nodded, Satan took it as confirmation of both and loosely held your hand as he steered you back to the couch. He halted you from lying down and settled in first.
“MC, the only way we can make room for the two of us is if you lay on top of me, of course if that’s too weird then I’ll let you have the couch and I’ll still read to y-” A puff of air escaped from Satan’s chest, interrupting him as you laid on his chest.
You were terrified and tired, you weren’t busy or concerned by embarrassment currently. Satan reddened but managed to beckon his book back to his side. He opened it up and began again at the start. Every so often he would trip over his words when you would wriggle to be more comfortable. Your hands curled under him and your head rested on his chest. Satan’s heart would skip a beat but you hardly noticed, his low voice rumbling through his chest with every word was soothing. You felt your heart rate slow and breaths even.
Satan noticed that you were asleep. He pushed the book aside and gazed down at you asleep on his chest. He had always known himself as a creature of rage, nothing more than a creation made of Lucifer’s negative emotions. You made him feel like so much more. You sought him out as a source of comfort, he never thought that he would be a safe place for you. Now that he had you here with him he was determined to bring you to safety no matter what.
Satan returned to reading the book when he saw you stir lightly. As he read he felt himself slip off into sleep as well, perfectly content to spend all of his lifetimes right there with you.
You awoke in a partial darkness, you didn’t move, rather you listened to the disaster unfolding. You heard the low rumbling of Satan’s voice through his chest. The aggravated tone was unmistakable. You felt your face blush furiously when you heard the scolding of Lucifer. As you continue to wake more you realize where you were. You were lying on top of Satan with an open faced book over your head.
After you had fallen asleep Satan kept reading until he had drifted off too. He dropped the book and now you had a paper tent over your head. You wanted to giggle, you couldn’t really hold it in any longer. You giggled softly and broke out into laughter. The other brothers walked in to see you laying on top of Satan laughing with a book on your head. Humans are really strange.
As more of the brothers entered the room and began to chime in on the display before them Satan got more and more annoyed. You could see Satan begin to breathe heavier. You knew he was about to blow but how he reacted shocked you. In one smooth motion he scooped you up and carried you out of his room. But, before he headed down the hall, Satan freed one hand quickly to flip off Lucifer. He began laughing as he ran down the hallway followed by the thunderous steps of an enraged Lucifer echoing behind the two of you.
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I demand that the Obey Me! Boys get music videos for their songs.
Animated, not animated, a little bit of both, I don’t care.
I just need those songs to have music videos pls and thank you. 🥺❤️
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Pairing: Mammon x f!reader, featuring Belphie, Lucifer, Asmo and Beel
Warnings: mentions of violence and death, hints of child abuse (warnings may change for future parts)
Diavolo wasn’t too pleased to hear of the news and Lucifer definitely noticed how he tried to hide his disappointment. But in the end, the only penalty that had fallen onto Mammon was ensure her safety until she returns to her natural form. In a way, Lucifer was relieved. But some part of him was nagging his brain.
He had asked, but there were no results. It was old magic and there wasn’t a known way to undo the magic on MC, given that the book was too worn away to provide a remedy. It had already been a few days and MC spent her time with the other brothers while Lucifer slaved away in his study to find a way to fix this mess. He sighs and sits back in his chair, relaxing the tension in his back and neck.
It’ll wear off eventually, he tells himself.
“Finish this now and I’ll have more time to fix MC later.” He mutters to himself. Regaining his focus on finishing the paperwork in front of him, he picks up his pen again and begins scribbling but barely fills in half a sheet before he hears his door click open.
“I was hoping for no interruptions given that you are all spending time with MC tonight.” He says without looking up. A few moments pass before Lucifer drops his fountain pen into the ink pot and glances up at the door only to find the face he least expected.
“Belphie…” Trying to not let the shock show on his face, Lucifer relaxes his features as a motion to usher his brother into the room. It’s been a long time since his youngest brother had entered his study. Centuries. Lucifer can’t even remember the last time Belphie had even sought after him. “Is something the matter?” He clears his throat.
Belphie mumbles in response and walks over to the chaise lounge. Letting out a sleepy sigh, he drops onto the settee. “I’ve been seeing MC’s dreams.”
Lucifer stares at him expecting him to elaborate and Belphie opens his eyes only to shy away from his older brother’s gaze. Centuries of hating the eldest made it awkward to finally confide in him again. “You know… that I can see into dreams, right? Well, since MC turned into a kid, I’ve been seeing them all the time.”
“I see.” Lucifer begins filling in his papers again, as an attempt to ease the sticky atmosphere in the room.
“I saw it once when MC first arrived in the Devildom, but now I literally can’t get any good sleep.” Belphie complains. “Even then when we were watching a movie, she fell asleep and now my nap is ruined.”
“I suppose that is due to the fact that MC is a child now. I assume that her mental block is a lot weaker so it’s easy for you to see into her dreams.”
“Yeah… I thought so too. But, you know, it’s some really dark stuff.”
“What exactly did you see?” Lucifer’s eyes meets his brother laying on the couch, combing lighter strands away from his eyes.
It is a few moments before Belphegor answers, almost like he was coining the best way to say it. “Well, one of her favourite dreams is of a woman getting stabbed… I think it must be her mother, maybe.” Small lines appear on Lucifer’s forehead as he frowns. “She’s had that one a few times. But the others are mainly filled with a lot of shouting, some of her being beaten.” He sighs. “They’re all similar, too, and super vivid. The same people, same place…”
“So, you think you are seeing her memories rather than dreams?”
“I guess so.” He sighs. “I didn’t at first since kids can have a pretty wild imagination. But if they are memories…” Belphie couldn’t even finish his sentence. And Lucifer understood fully.
Dragging his chair back, Lucifer picks up his empty cup of coffee and make his way to the kitchen. The thought of yesterday’s conversation had clouded his mind while he was reading through some old books and now, he was on his way to find the young girl who was probably spending time with the others, again. A week had passed already since MC was turned to a child and he had barely had any alone time with her. Lucifer wouldn’t admit it, but he did miss the sweet smile she gave him every morning when she greeted him and his brothers. Just thinking of it made the corners of his own lips twitch upwards.
He soon finds a pouting MC in the dining room, sat atop the dining table with her small legs swinging over the side. Beelzebub sits in front of her with an overflowing mountain of cakes and sweets on the plate, from which both him and MC had been picking from.
“Hey, Lucifer!” Asmo sits at the table too holding up little pastel dresses for MC. “Look at these dresses we got for MC! They’re so cute!” He picks up a yellow pinafore with matching yellow boots. “What about this one, hmm? You can wear this one tomorrow?” Asmo giggles.
“Tch, can’t you see that she isn’t enjoying this?” Lucifer sighs and all three of them look to MC sat on the table. Her eyes had already teared up and her lips quivering.
“My tummy hurts.” She whines quietly and she clutches her stomach.
“Beel, I told you not to let her eat too many sweets.” He walks to her and rest his palms on her sides after setting down his cup.
“Where’s Mammon-sama?” Fat tears begin slipping down her cheeks.
“He’s probably still at the library with Satan.” Asmo informs them, he, too, now pouting at the little girls discomfort, almost as if he knew exactly how it felt to miss the person you need the most.
“I want Mammon-sama!” She cries louder in between big gasps for air.
The three of them watch her wailing, unsure of what to do to make her stop since Mammon wasn’t around. However, Lucifer is the first to try as he picks her up and cradles her.
“Why don’t you come with me until Mammon comes back?” MC nuzzles her face into his chest, still weeping. Surely she wasn’t going to answer him in that state. Lucifer sighs and begins to carry her back to his office.
“Get a hold of Mammon. Tell him to come home as soon as possible.” He orders over his shoulders and makes his way through that halls back to his study.
He had left for another cup of coffee and returned with a crying child. But now, at least, MC’s weeping had turned into quiet blubbering. It’s amazing how affection can quickly change the mood of a child. However mild the affection Lucifer gave her was.
Closing the door behind him, he looks down at MC in his arms as he moves to sit at his desk again with her in his lap, her back touching against his chest. He passes her a tissue and she messily wipes her wet face.
They sit for a while until only tiny sniffles fill the room and Lucifer rests one arm around her waist with his palm spread over her abdomen, and the other turns the page of the old and crusty book that lay on his desk. His ebony eyes begin flitting over the letters; every so often, the light glinting in his eye shines ruby.
“Wha-What is that?” MC questions, without taking her eyes off the writing that was indescribable to her.
“Hm?” Lucifer looks down at her. “This is an old spellbook. It contains some of the most powerful magic known. Perhaps we will find a way to turn you back to normal, MC.” His face is soft as he watched her mindlessly looking at the book. Wanting to engage with her small mind a little more, he begins to explain the spells on the open page.
“This one is a revival spell. It can bring a dead tree back to life no matter how old it is.” He turns the pages. “And this one is to communicate with sea animals. Of course, Levi can do that anyway, but the rest of us use this spell if we ever need to speak to a fish… not that it happens often.”
“You can really talk to fish?” MC questions, half in a disbelief and half intrigued. Lucifer reaches his hand up to gently rest on her head, silently noticing the way she rocks her body slightly with excitement.
Lucifer smiles with her and goes along through the book with her, explaining each spell and reading some out to show the young girl that it was real. She bounced in his lap when he murmured the spell to make snow fall from the ceiling.
“It was snowing last time too!” She giggles, Lucifer not yet paying close attention to her words. “The last time I saw Mummy and Daddy.”
“Hm?” Inquiring, he releases his magic and the twinkling snowflakes slow down and dissipate from the room. “And when was that?”
“Mmh” Little MC mumbles and counts on her fingers. “4 days!” She laughs and holds up her 4 fingers in front of Lucifer’s face. “Sister Mary is looking after me now, but I’m going to live with Mama and Papa.”
It was known to the brothers that MC had been raised by her grandparents, assuming that maybe her parents had died while she was still young. They’d known it to be a pretty basic upbringing, she spoke well of the two that raised her but had always avoided any conversations regarding her actual parents.
Ultimately, they had never questioned it any further thinking that there wasn’t anything else behind it. They understood more than anyone how difficult it is for a person to live without their parents.
“I see.” His gloved hand turns the page once more.
“What’s this one?” She asks.
Lucifer’s eyes freeze momentarily on the page filled with scribbles and crosses. “Well,” How exactly should he explain a death spell to a five-year-old.
“This spell puts you to sleep for a very long time.”
Yeah. Nailed it.
“Oh,” Her eyes droop. “Like Daddy did to Mummy.”
In that moment, Lucifer’s entire body stiffens in his seat, the hand he had laid atop of MC’s head was now softly gripping the hair at her scalp, not hurting her though. He suddenly thinks back to his conversation with Belphie. He had said something about this. Could it be…?
“MC, what do you mean by that?” He looks down at her but now notices that she had slumped over a bit, her head down and fists resting heavily on her knees.
“MC?” he asks her again, but she gives no response. Perhaps it would be better to not pry.
Letting the matter be, he strokes her hair again to comfort her. Swiftly changing the topic, he asks if her stomach ache had gone but before she can answer they both hear hurried footsteps and yelling coming closer to the room.
“Oi! MC!” Muffled shouts come from the other side of the door.
The door flies open and there stands Mammon, breathless, with his hand gripping the doorknob. “What’s up with ya? Asmo called and said you were sick.” The sweating demon treads over to behind Lucifers desk and grabs MC’s hand. “I got here as fast as I could.”
“Mammon,” she beamed at him. “My tummy was hurting, but it’s better now.” MC smiles and shuffles so that she can climb off of Lucifer’s lap and her feet gently make land with the ground again. And Lucifer takes note of how much her mood improves whem
“Yeah? I bet you were eating too much with Beel again. I already told ya to not do that.” Mammon brings a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance with his brothers. “Geez, can’t trust her around any of yas.” He stated to no one in particular.
“Let’s go play!” She tells him and drags him out of the office. Lucifer smirks at the sight of the small girl pulling along the big demon behind her excitedly.
“Alright, Alright! I’m coming.” Mammon complains, making comments every few seconds about how much of a hassle it is. But it seems that MC, as well as Lucifer, had already realised it was Mammon’s way of showing he cares.
Their words get quieter and quieter and Lucifer is then left alone in his office. Huffing, he stretches out his back before focusing on the spellbook once again. But MC doesn’t seem to leave his thoughts.
Soon enough he can hear the gentle pattering of her shoes running to him. And her innocent giggles ring in his ears. He only realises that it is actually MC when she appears in his doorway calling for him.
Lucifer raises his gloved hand and ushers her in, then she hurries towards him with a spring in her step.
The young child pulls out her hands from behind her back and holds them up to him. In them is a single gold coin. A Grimm. Her small hands exaggerating the size of the single coin.
“This is for you.” She starts, and Lucifer’s eyes widen. “You made my tummy better with a spell, didn’t you?” She mumbles shyly.
Lucifer chuckles and takes it from her. “Thank you, MC.” He is pleasantly surprised that MC had realised when he put his hand over her belly and incanted a spell. “I’ll cherish this.”
He brings his hand to ruffle her hair and off she goes, running out again back to Mammon’s room to continue their silly endeavours.
To be continued.
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I want to hear your personal thought about the OBEY ME characters and how your MC/self insert relationships would be
I want to know who’s your most favorite to least favorite characters, who you personally think would be the best character romantically or platonically from most to least as well as the reasons why, then tell me what your horoscope says who you should be in a relationship with from the most to the least likely.
If you do this please either tag me, comment or reblog with the information
I’m just very curious, because I’ve put a bit of thought and want to know what everyone else’s personal opinion is. I’m also aware there was though line charts awhile back put I want to know the reasoning for the relationship
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It's spring in the devildom! The spring festival celebrates this with a beautiful park picnic, games, and more with the boys!
We're having our spring event in the future devildom roleplay server! 🌸🌸🌸 join and bring your oc, and celebrate spring with us! From now until April 29th, this event is ongoing!
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Page 30 of the obey me manga, yukina Okamoto
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-Lucifer tricked his brothers so he could lock them in the attic and spend a quiet night with MC-
Satan: The door's locked!
Belphie: oh shit here we go again I know!
Levi: Then unlocked!
Beel: Where's the key?
Asmo: The key's gone!
Mammon: Never mind about the key, unlock the door!
Satan: I CAN'T UNLOCK THE DOOR WITHOUT THE KEY
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Mammon: I did a bad thing
Satan: Does it involve me?
Mammon: No, but-
Satan: Then suffer in silence
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this is literally the cutest thing I’ve seen all day omfg
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Asmo, peeling a banana: May I take your jacket? Haha
Satan: Do you think other people can't hear you?
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Satan left Lucifer and took the brain cell.
Satan yoinked the braincell, then hid it in safe keeping for when he got older, so he could still enjoy being a fucking tiny terror to society.
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Imagine leaning about poppin out your own child in demon sex ed like "Remember kids, eat your condom or else you'll be a parent."
PLEASE LET SATAN DO THE PRESENTATION
REMEBER KIDS, EAT YOUR FEELING CONDOM OR YOU'LL SPAWN A ME, AND YOU ALL REMEMBER HOW THE BABY DEMON LESSON WENT, RIGHT?
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My theory for Satan’s birth is that Lucifer had a migraine and his head split open and Satan popped out (like Athena’s birth in Greek mythology)
Which makes sense on why Satan is so angry.
Along with why he is big smart.
Took along a piece of Lucifer’s intelligence on the way out.
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Obey Me boys playing Friday Night Funkin’
I’ve been obsessed with Friday Night Funkin’ lately so take these headcanons.
MC introduced the boys to FnF....
Won’t play unless Diavolo tells him to bc Luci believes himself to be above playing computer games
Will watch the others play and make comments whenever they miss a beat
Secretly wants to play though and he’ll give in to the desire in the privacy of his own room or study
If he’s feeling nice, he’ll let MC come and play with him, but it always get spicy at the end bc Luci isn’t going to let MC leave without paying a price
He’s pretty average at the game and he hates that he’s not perfect at it
Struggles between wanting to practice and wanting to stop lowering himself just to join the others
He doesn’t have a favorite Week but he does really like the track Winter Horrorland, and when the update comes out, he also likes the track Monster
Is actually kinda good at the game?? Definitely above average
This man is crazy good at dancing so rhythm comes easily to him and definitely freestyles to the tracks
Don’t ask him to play an instrument though because he’s hopeless in that area
Will try it to gamble with his brothers and makes them make bets on who would win or lose
I don’t know why I feel like Mammy would like Week 1, but once Week 7 was released, he falls in love with it
His favorite track is DadBattle and always bops his head to the beat
Will brag and always tells MC to watch him win then proceeds to lose
Expert at the game
Because of his mad gaming skills, hitting the keys on time is easy
It also helps that he is fantastic at DDR
His biggest flex is being able to play all of the Weeks on hard mode
His ability comes from practice and dedicating his blood, sweat, and tears to gaming in general
He wants to know more about the plot and makes theories
His favorite track is Satin Panties bc he loves the duet sound is that really the only reason levi?
Interested in the game but he doesn’t love it like some of his brothers
The music is not his taste but he’ll admit that they have their charm
He’s average at the game and he’s okay with it
He would practice but he gets too into it when he does play and ends up getting angry every time he loses
They definitely needed to buy new laptops because he ended up breaking them
Doesn’t have a favorite Week but does love the track Philly
He finds joy in the line “shoot them up and take them out”
Doesn’t play the game at all and is really bad at it anyway
He doesn’t want to be stressed and start sweating bc that’s unseemly and gross
Still really likes the game though and enjoys watching his brothers flail around, particularly Mammon
Likes most of the tracks but he’s not the biggest fan of Week three, Monster, or Winter Horrorland
He loves Mommy Must Murder and wants to be her as well as fuck date her
His favorite track is Senpai but he hates the character Senpai
Thinks Lemon Demon and Senpai’s third form are disgusting inside and out
Doesn’t play often and would rather eat and watch because his brothers don’t want him to get his crumbs and grease on their laptops
When he does play, this man is a GOD
FnF just comes naturally to him and it both impresses and pisses off his brothers
Beel is a natural at the bass or the drums so it helps with his FnF skills
This man is just perfect at rhythm but pls don’t ask him to freestyle dance to the tracks
He likes the happy tones of the first two songs in Week 5 and gets hungry during Winter Horrorland
He likes what happens in Stress of Week 7 because he thought it was wholesome
Doesn’t play and doesn’t want to play
He likes just listening and dozing off
His brothers coerce him every so often but he’s just bad at the game
His favorite place to be is leaning on the shoulder of whoever is playing
His favorite Week is Week 6 because it’s chill
Doesn’t really care about the characters but he’ll like whoever MC likes
Will make fun of you if you lose or miss a lot of beats
Do I even have to say? This man is perfect at the game
Will play if Diavolo or MC asked him to
He was caught off guard when he played Week 7 on hard mode
He still won but it wasn’t a perfect score
He only missed a few beats and no one noticed but him
It’s okay because he played it a second time and it was flawless
His favorite track is High bc he likes the chill bob sound and always has a small smile whenever he hears it
Diavolo is so bad at it someone pls help him
What he lacks in skill, he makes up in enthusiasm
Absolutely adores the game, it’s music, it’s characters, and it’s concept
Will listen to the soundtrack often as a stress reliever
Will call MC to have tea with him as they play FnF in the garden
He loves the energy of Week 4 and his favorite track is MILF
Wants MC to wear Mommy Must Murder’s outfit
Heard of the game before but never played it himself until MC brought it up
Above average player
He plays with Levi sometimes and that’s where he gets his skill from
Definitely a huge fan of mods bc he likes the extra content and admires the work that other people put in
Doesn’t play on his own since he’s a busy magic man but he will play if the group is playing
Vibes to the music but won’t listen to it outside of the game
Teams up with Diavolo to try to get MC in the milf outfit
Another example of can’t play for shit
He can’t even use his D.D.D correctly and you expect me to believe that he can play FnF?
This kind of music is new to him and was startled and overwhelmed when he first heard it
Is amazed at Levi, Barbatos, and Beel’s mastery of the game
Plays whenever Luke or MC asks him to
He also likes to pester Lucifer and try to get him to play the game
Like Beel, he enjoys the happy vibe of Week 5
Good at the game
He’s a quick learner so give him a few turns on a level and he’ll be able to beat it even if he isn’t perfect
Plays the game during his free time bc he thinks it’s fun
Will beep and aah to the tracks whenever they play
You’ll see him tapping his fingers in the table, and when you ask, he’ll tell you that he’s practicing
Secretly likes playing with the demon brothers bc they’re always so chaotic and entertaining
Considered cosplaying as BF but was to scared to ask Levi to help him
Lastly, here my OC just bc
Heard about it from a friend in the human world and immediately fell in love
Average at the game but she’s practicing hard
Freestyles with Mammon
Like Luke, she will beep and aah whenever she hears a track playing
Loves watching the boys play she loves watching the boys do anything really
Favorite track is Ugh and lowkey simps for Tankman much to Levi’s distress and confusion
She also wants to wear the milf outfit but won’t agree to Diavolo and Solomon’s unless they call her Mommy
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I hate yall, I’m trying to learn about the satan, the devil, and I’m getting obey me results
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Satan: You wanna kick my ass?
Satan: [Punches a car window]
Satan: Nobody can kick my ass better than I can!
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May I request the brothers reacting to an MC who lost a bet with someone and now they have been cleaning the entirety of HoL in a very cute maid outfit? >< It doesnt have to be spicy, it can be just vibes where the MC cant even walk properly cause they arent used to high heels haha
Brothers React To MC Having To Wear A Maid Outfit
Betting with Asmodeus was a trap in itself, and MC lost. It was a fitting punishment that they would have to clean the entirety of HoL in a maid outfit, to never bet on stupid things again.
The house would be cleaned and MC would learn their lesson. Sounds like a win-win situation, but wait...
They simply look too adorable for their own good..! Lucifer has to hide his blush in seeing them, its that level of cute!
They keep falling due to their heels, and Lucifer's lost count of how many times he had saved MC from falling, but hey, he isn't complaining when the MC leans against him for support..
But his brothers try to divert MC's attention to them..! Perhaps he should spill a few papers on the floor, it's an accident, the wind blew through the open window, of course!
That's what you get for betting with Asmo! He's going to relentlessly tease MC as they prepare for their punishment, but when they came out of their room in a cute maid outfit Mammon blushed furiously as he tried to keep all their attention on him, which failed, of course.
The maid outfit looks so adorable on them! Just like that time he wore a maid outfit for Leviathan....
MC keeps tripping on their heels and Mammon is always there to catch them. Always. They could fall from the railing and he'd run to catch 'em.
Every time he looks at MC, all he can focus on is how cute they look! And perhaps offer for them to clean his room, it's filthy, after all
But MC keeps turning around to find things lying on the floor that weren't there before, such as the clothes they folded....
Asmo likes to keep the punishment...raunchy or straight up hilarious....and he laughed when he got to know that MC lost.
But when he saw them in that maid outfit? Leviathan ran to his room. For someone whose physical fitness isn't very good, he ran fast.
He was spluttering as he tried to calm himself down, because they looked so cute just like Ruri-Chan in that maid outfit and he couldn't even look them in the eye properly...
They kept tripping over their heels, something which Leviathan both laughed and cooed inside at. But when they held his arm for support, he malfunctioned...
He should probably spill a few drinks or chips here and there, it's purely an accident, not an excuse for them to come into his room where he can ogle at them, of course!
He knew MC would lose, the odds were calculated by him, and smirked when thinking of what punishment Asmo would come up with..
They had to wear a maid outfit. Kind of embarrassing, but they looked adorable. But perhaps Asmodeus knew how to kill Satan because he also made them wear a pair of cat ears.
He couldn't look at them without blushing furiously as he tried to maintain his composure, and kept failing, miserably.
MC kept tripping over their heels, and Satan made sure to be near at all times, to save them from injuring themselves, of course! And not to see their giddy smile...
His room is cluttered with books...that means you need to get started on his room first, because according to his calculations, it's going to take the most time!
He knew he would win! Now he gets MC to wear the outfit he brought specially for them!
They had to clean the house in that outfit too! How's that?! Although he may have gotten a bit too excited...
They looked so adorable in that outfit! Asmodeus simply had to take a photo of them, he couldn't help it! With that outfit, and those ears specifically for Satan, they could kill anyone with their cuteness!
They kept tripping over their heels, and Asmo feels bad but hey! That means he gets to 'save them' more often!
His room isn't dirty, not at all, but would the MC mind sorting through his wardrobe of outfits? He swears they were wrinkled and unfolded like this before too, and he didn't purposefully unfold it!
Oh dear...let's hope Asmo's punishment isn't a harsh one, because he would sometimes be up to no good.
Beel thought they looked cute in the maid outfit, until they were cooking some stew from him, and when he took in the scene of them in the maid outfit, cooking for him Beel blushed softly..
They look so adorable and so cute! All the while helping his brothers clean their rooms.. they're too kind for their own good!
MC kept tripping over their heels and Beel helped them stabilise themselves, although he blushed when he saw them look up from his chest and shyly mutter a thank you..
His room isn't dirty, but can they please cook something for him....?
They got what was coming to them, Belphegor knew that Asmo was planning something while giggling at his phone...
It's MC in a maid outfit! And now Belphegor is blushing! Because they look too adorable for their own good! He wants to smoosh them with cuddles!
They were running around the house, whenever one of his brothers called for them. Sounds exhausting, let him sleep for a while. But he couldn't, because MC kept showing up in his mind...
They keep falling due to their heels! The first time Belphegor laughed, because it was hilarious, but when he saw his brothers rushing forward to stabilise them, he had to come forward.
Forget your chores for a while and let him sleep on your lap, MC.
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I’m still very angry that Lucifer, Satan, Solomon, and Diavolo just refuse to wear their sleeves correctly like what the hell
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