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genshin boys in a fantasy otome game

diluc: the stuck-up duke you're engaged to. incredibly rich and you're basically sold to be his wife by your parents who claim “they only want the best for you.” which, apparently, equals to this seemingly perfect man with handsome features and an endless amount of mora. however, as flawless he may be on the surface, you find out he's just a very negligent fiance who thinks buying you all the dresses and jewels in the kingdom is enough to make you happy. he's stiff and cold, shutting you out of his life; telling you his problems didn't concern you. but maybe... maybe he did that because he didn't want to trouble you. maybe he cares about you to an extent. he makes an effort to join you for dinner, no matter how busy he is, and his gifts are sometimes thoughtful, not just expensive. he's clumsy at flattery, but you appreciate the sentiment. (and maybe — just maybe — you could find happiness with him.)

kaeya: the step-brother of your fiance. you've always thought he was strange. his gaze on you lingered, and he stares at you far too often to be considered appropriate for a mere (soon to be) brother-in-law. his smiles are suggestive, and quite unsettling. but you find out he's kind, just a bit mysterious. he keeps you company when diluc can't make it into dinner, and he accompanies you around town in his brother's stead if he was too busy to come with you himself. he's nothing but a gentleman, friendly and approachable, but you both know there's a distance he can't cross. (and yet he longs to.)

childe: a smug thief you caught stealing one of diluc's treasures. before you can scream or call for help, he shushes you, and he slips away from the manor without managing to steal anything. it's a victory on your part, but he's a sneaky rat — he begins to visit you occasionally, just to rile you up for fun. you don't know how he does it, but he climbs through the balcony in your room, hiding in the shadows of the night to not let any of the servants see him. you're unamused by the blatant trespassing, but you can't deny he's entertaining to talk to. for a scummy thief, he sure does seem to love his family a lot. you can tell that much, from the voice he uses when he speaks of his siblings. (he sounds like that when he talks about you too, you know. you just never notice.) he gives you a ring one day — something he didn't steal for once. it's from his mother, he says. she told him to give it to the person he wanted to marry. he confesses he doesn't care about any of the treasure lurking within diluc's home anymore. because out of everything, he only wants to steal you away.

zhongli: your first love. he's an unassuming baron with not a lot of influence, but there's something powerful residing in his eyes, glowing amber even in the dimmest of light. he's kingly, his elegant nature befitting of an emperor sitting on a golden throne, and yet he's as humble as a commoner, with no regards to his overflowing wealth. there's something special about the way he snakes his hand around your waist when you take the chance to dance with him at a ball, supposedly for obligatory purposes, but you lose yourself in his gaze, the color of honey staring deeply into you lighting your cheeks red. when he takes your hand in his, you feel his warmth through his glove (and idly, you wonder what it would be like if his gloves weren't in the way). he led you to the floor, twirling and spinning, and he's the perfect partner; he's as gentle as a passing wind, but his searing touch lingers, when the song comes to a close and he releases you. then your eyes travel to his left hand, an engagement ring adorning his finger, and your heart crumbles into a million pieces.

albedo: a renowned mage known for his genius in the entire continent. magical powers aren't very common, thus mages are normally held in high regard, but he's even idolized by fellow mages. he was adept with his powers from a young age, but he doesn't see himself as anyone special. you meet him as a child when you both attended a boring ball, and since you were both children seeking some entertainment in this formal arrangement mainly utilized by adults, you both ditched the ballroom and went off somewhere quiet so albedo could show you some “party tricks”. he became your usual playmate from there on, and he's essentially your childhood friend. he does the meanest pranks (since he's a mage, he can easily turn your hair color into a bright green or temporarily turn you into a frog), but he's very nice when it counts. he gives you healing potions when you fall ill, and he casts a protection charm in every accessory he gifts you on your birthday. he's particularly interested in the study of dragons, despite dragons basically being a myth in your continent's fairy tales, and everyone thinks he's delusional for believing in them but you support him in his studies. you're naturally curious in what he does as a mage, and he's happy about that, however he is unamused when you jokingly ask him to make you a love potion to give to zhongli. (in retaliation, the very next day, he shows up in your room as a frog, claiming he had an “accident” while he was making a potion, thus turning himself into an amphibian. apparently, the only cure for it was... a kiss? what? didn't he make you an actual remedy when you were the one turned into a frog five years ago?)

venti: a whimsical bard you happened to come across with when you snuck out of your home as a rebellious teenager. you were immature then, and a bit adventurous, and you wanted to see how commoners lived their life. you went out with simple clothes, with a cloak covering your facial features to hide your true identity, but some brute thieves noticed your expensive-looking wallet despite your efforts and immediately took the chance to rob you. then suddenly, a lithe boy jumps from a roof, distracts the men, and grabs your hand to lead you away from the chaos. he's light on his feet, full of bubbly energy, and although you were ready to compensate him for his help with whatever amount of money he could possibly ask for, he only requested for a single drink in a nearby tavern. he is... rather odd. he successfully identified your real title, but he didn't hand you off to palace guards right away to have you escorted back to your estate. no doubt having done so would earn him a great sum, because your parents had put a bounty over your head. instead, he offers to show you around town, plays you a song with his lyre, and introduces you to his friends. yes, he's certainly a strange fellow... but it's not just his behavior that's weird. his way of speaking is too eloquent for a commonner, and he knows too much about the officials governing the kingdom. his songs are always cryptic, insinuating a deeper meaning to his lyrics, and his eyes, though holding a childish twinkle, had a knowing gleam. and to top it all off, he introduced you to his “best friend” — the mythical dragon dvalin himself?! (it's somewhat underwhelming to find out he's the long lost prince of the kingdom right after you saw such a large creature hiding among the mountains.)

xiao: your ever so loyal knight. as a child, he lived in the slums; a part of the kingdom everyone tended to avoid from fear. your father took pity on xiao when he found him struggling to survive and brought him back home to take care of him, planning to assign him as your personal knight once he was given proper training. xiao was surely worth pitying when you first laid your eyes on him — downcast eyes, sooty face, torn clothing with muddy shoes, and lacking any personal belongings. however, after he'd taken a nice bath, you learned he was quite pretty, with youthful features certain to turn handsome as he grew up. his eyes were an enchanting gold, skin as soft as velvet, and his hair was shiny and silky, though it was unfortunate he shied away whenever you tried to take a closer look. he was surprisingly meek, but you knew better than that. (after all, if he survived in the slums all by himself, you didn't doubt his capability to murder a man with his bare hands.) he was incredibly distant with you, but you didn't give up your attempts to befriend him. you invite him to go to the library to read storybooks together, just to see a twinkle of innocence light up his lifeless eyes. you dismiss his panicked refusal when you set up garden picnics especially for him, because he may pretend like he doesn't want to eat anything, but you can clearly see him eyeing that plate of almond tofu. soon enough, he grows fond of you, and he protects you not only because of his job, but also because you're someone precious to him.

as your knight, and by extension, your dearest friend, he is tasked to watch over you.

so he watches from the sidelines as you befriend another young boy — a mage known as albedo — and gazes in envy as albedo converses with you casually, able to stand on even ground with you. how he wished he could do the same.

he watches as you sneak out from your window to wander around the kingdom without permission, panic settling his nerves when you nearly injured yourself in doing so, but he doesn't stop you from escaping home, because he wanted you to have a taste of freedom. he regrets his decision when you come back home telling about your newest friend, venti.

he watches the exact moment when you fall in love with zhongli, putty in the older man's hands as he twirls you around the ballroom, and xiao could only look at you from a distance, sourness rising from the back of his throat. your heart wasn't the only one that shattered that day.

he watches as you sit across from diluc in the dinner table every night, eyeing the engagement ring on your finger illuminated by the chandelier hanging overhead, and remains silent even when your chatter starts to fill the air. he longs to take it off of you.

he watches, with a sense of empathy, when kaeya glances at you with a gaze too fond, in times you can't notice. you overlook it, as always, because that's how you've always been, unaware of the effect you have on other people. he's glad you were oblivious, sometimes.

he watches as you interact with that good-for-nothing thief every late evening, standing guard by the door in case childe tried to do anything. if he ever did, xiao wouldn't hesitate to slit his throat, because anyone who'd ever dare to hurt you will die by his hand. but childe doesn't do anything, so he stays put, with gritted teeth while that rascal is shamelessly flirting with you again.

xiao watches. he only watches. because he has no right to interfere. he's only a lowly knight, at most, your friend, but it's okay. it's okay because you can smile, even if it's not because of him. that's all that matters.

right?

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“three rules for loving an angel: i. understand that an angels love is absolute. you may love him with all of your heart but you will never love him as he loves you. you are human and small and your heart has not lived as his has, child. you will not understand his sort of love. you will fight, but do not doubt that he loves you. he will never suggest taking a break, or seeing other people. the glass in the kitchen will shatter along side his shouting, but do not doubt that he cares. the neighbours will talk about the storm that raged for a week while he fumed, but do not doubt that he loves you. you will not understand how, but he loves you. he will lay with you on the sofa downstairs for hours into the night, running a hand through your hair and tell you stories that never made sense when you heard them in church, and he will tell you that he loves you with all of him, that every cell he possesses cares for you. do not attempt to envision it. he has more in him than you can imagine, do not attempt to understand. just tell him that you love him too. ii. understand that angels are first warriors. if your angel is old, he will have been armed with a sword and a shield, and he will have struck down his siblings and watched his older sister be carried down to the depths of hell. if he is older, he will have known a time before war, and that is almost worse. sometimes, his hands will shake and you will not be able to stop them. you will mention something unwittingly and he will pull away sharply and fall silent. it may not take him long to recover, but he will think about it for three weeks, and hide behind his smile for your sake. sometimes, he will make a reference to events long since passed, and you will remember that he was there. you will need time to recover from this thought, and he will not understand. he finds it hard to remember how young you are. he is a protector by trade and you are what he has chosen to protect. there is no war, you want to tell him. don’t. allow him the small triumph of keeping you safe. let him lock the doors and windows for you. let him look over his shoulder when you walk together. it will help him to have something to protect, even if there is no war. iii. understand that angels are. angels are. angels are undescribable. there are not words for how he will look at you. he will look at you like you are the sun on the hottest day of the year in the middle of cloudless sky. he will look at you like you are the first creation he’s ever truly seen. both are true, but neither are correct. he will describe every inch of you at some point or another, in this lanaguge or that, but no matter how many words you discover, how many languages you master, there will never be words enough for him. you cannot describe the galaxies behind his eyes, the electricy in his fingertips, nor the the softness of his heartbeat underneath his shirt. you will run your hands down his wings a thousand times, but you will never describe it, or how it makes you feel. your voice will crack and your pen will fall still and you will flush under his eyes. words will stick to your throat and all you can think to do is touch him. touch his skin and his hair and his clothes. touch him everywhere. it’s the closest to describing him you’ll get. the words for describing this will never find their way to you. tell him that you love him. it will be enough.”

— it’s been three weeks and i can’t get the thought of you out of my head. // lj (via lionofstone)

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favorite webtoons : part 1

#webtoon

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Senku took 3717 loses to win 1 time

We know Senku counted seconds to keep himself awake for thousands of years but I’ve noticed few new things which made me respect Senku even more. First of all - He didn’t just count. He was thinking at the same time probably to keep his sanity and don’t get stuck on loop of seconds which would made him probably unable to do anything else even after getting out of stone. He would really end up as vegetable unable to do anything beside counting.

Anime showed pretty well that Senku while counting was really struggling. His voice was weak and almost cracking. Senku was clearly in pain while counting even simple numbers.

It looks like every 800,000 seconds Senku’s mind was almost having a breakdown and tempt Senku to just give up and lose consciousness. If my math is right Senku had moment like that every 9th or 10th day which makes almost 40 breakdowns per year which makes 148,720 breakdowns in 3718 years. 148,720 - This is how many times his body just wanted to give up and he had to willpower away sleepy feeling. I think we all experienced feeling exhausted and wanting to just drop and sleep. It’s really hard to stay awake in moment like that.

But this is moment when my respect for Senku skyrocket higher than ever. Senku’s plan was to wake up during spring because waking up during winter without clothes, shelter and food would be instant Game Over. For what I’ve seen many people thought Senku just willpowered himself out of stone and it’s just randomly happened in 3718 spring. Oh no no no. There is something deeper in here.

Senku actually tried to get out of stone 3718 times. Now let me explain how looked Senku’s rutine every year beside counting and almost falling asleep every 9th or 10th day:

Senku had no other choice than try to willpower himself out of stone because he didn’t knew there is needed also outside factor like nitric acid. Every spring Senku would put on himself another reason to suffer. He would count, think, have breakdown in mind every 9th or 10th day AND scream in his head ,,Get up!”. He was doing it 24/7 for whole spring. Of course that ended with frustration hitting him from time to time which we see in tossing curses between screaming to himself to get up. He would do this multitasking in every second, every minute, every hour, every day for whole spring.

Now comes the worst part. In the end of every spring Senku had to give up trying to get out from petrification. Every year Senku had to try wake up during spring and give up in the beggining of summer. He had to give up 3717 times and keep counting for the rest of the year. I can imagine Senku being fine in just few years and just keep going but we are talking about 3717 loses. We know Senku pushes forward but he has moments of being weak. During search for revival fluid on his own he was experimenting many times and ended up holding shelf with birds leaning forward in pain and moment of doubt. That forced him to write E=mc2 to keep going. We don’t know how many moments of doubt Senku had everytime he had to give up trying to willpower himself out.

When we see Senku screaming to himself ,,Get up!” it’s night time and moment when he broke out is already day time. This proves how Senku was going for hours with trying to get out of stone and like I said ealier he was doing this 24/7 all springs. He broke out in 3718 spring. Senku took 3717 loses just for this 1 win.

After knowing what Senku actually went through I can belive he wanted to scream and cry after success but his logical part kept him quiet and calm. Senku really doesn’t cry often. We only saw him crying after finding out about Byakuya’s death. Getting out of stone would be another reason for Senku to cry and I’m surprised he holded it in. Conclusion - While Taiju thought of something nice to keep himself awake like his love for Yuzuriha, Senku took path full of pain and suffering which included not only counting insane numbers but mental breakdowns, keeping his sanity and giving up thousands of times. Senku really is amazing and I respect him so much and admire his mental endurance.

#Dr Stone #dr. stone #ishigami senku #senku #respect

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can i request a obey me fic where female mc is super badass but also kinda crazy? like she has a gun or something idrk? thanks xx

heya nonnie! this was a fun prompt and it kind of spiraled but I really like how it turned out. a lot happens in a short amount of time but hopefully it doesn’t seem too rushed or chaotic

Are We Really Sure Crazy Equals Genius?

rating t

wc: 2.5k

warnings: gun mention/usage, gross food, cussing, asmo being himself

tags: satan pov, f!MC, mystery, cussing, AU, magical MC, alternate canon, very light violence (?), open-ended, light crack, one-shot, crack taken seriously

When the human popped into existence in the council room, Satan was… a little underwhelmed. This was the girl chosen to be a representation of the human race? She didn’t even look scared, which said a lot about her survival instincts. She was either a great actor or a fool.

She looked expectant. And a bit bored.

As Diavolo and Lucifer tag-teamed the explanation, Satan watched the girl. She was listening, he’d give her that, but the appropriate reactions of surprise and fear were hollow, as if she were putting on a show.

Surely not. She was probably just in shock. And Satan didn’t even know her, so he couldn’t accurately read her emotions and gauge her.

Asmo and Mammon hadn’t bothered to show, and Leviathan was at home, pretending to do online school while he gamed, meaning it was only him, Lucifer, and Beelzebub there upon her arrival. Vaguely, Satan was glad most of them had chosen not to show. It would have been a mess, one that would have given him a headache.

The meeting was dismissed, and Lucifer beckoned her to follow. She did, looking all too comfortable to be walking in a pack of demons. Her posture was relaxed, gait steady. So a fool, then.

She wasn’t the slightest bit impressed with RAD as they walked through it, which was odd. The architecture was amazing, the rooms bigger and hallways taller than they had any right to be, a rare show of gothic frivolity. But she continued on as if she didn’t even notice, hands clasped serenely behind her back.

Arriving at the cafeteria, Lucifer held the door open for her, gloved hand gesturing her to enter first. How pretentiously polite. He acted as if he was being chivalrous, but was really sending her first into a den of wolves. Without hesitation, she strode through the doors, eyes making quick work of her surroundings. Asmodeus, perched salaciously at an otherwise empty table motioned her towards him with a crook of his finger, gaze hungry. Obediently, she made her way over, ignoring the hundreds of other demons and witches who were examining her like she were to be their next prize. How she didn’t react, Satan did not know.

Satan followed, Beelzebub and Lucifer not far behind.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Asmodeus purred. “I’m Asmodeus, Avatar of Lust.”

“Charmed,” she replied drily, making Asmodeus’ face sour, not used to being snubbed. Sliding onto the bench across from him, she gave him a small, courteous smile. Satan, the slightest bit amused, took his seat, feigning disinterest as he checked his DDD. Mammon was on his way.

As he pocketed the device, wondering how the human’s and Mammon’s introduction would go, he looked up to see her eyes on him. They were heavy with intent, as if they’d seen a thousand things too horrific to even process, yet carefully blank, capitalizing on the naivety provided by her humanity.

Her gaze was unwavering, and for the first time in perhaps ever, Satan looked away first, grateful for the distraction of Mammon’s arrival. Mammon sauntered up to the table, shades perched on his nose, offering her his hand to shake. Satan had to suppress a groan, knowing Mammon was using this brief contact to rummage through her pockets.

She shook his hand firmly, taking in every bit of his distracting exuberance. When he pulled away, Satan watched as Mammon discreetly reached for his wallet, then paused, a frown on his face. Satan immediately turned to watch the human. She was turning the wallet over in her hands, eyeing Mammon with another one of those damned blank looks.

“Hand it over,” she said flatly, and Mammon stuttered, eventually returning the money he had taken. She tossed him his wallet back, stuffing her cash in her pocket. Satan noticed a few more bills in her hand than Mammon had returned her, the Grimm marking barely visible to him.

Interesting.

“Are you sure she’s human?” Asmodeus whispered, too low and fast for her to hear. Lucifer pursed his lips and Satan realized he had not stopped Mammon because he wanted to see how it would play out. That was cunning of him, of not a little manipulative, but really, what could one expect from someone like Lucifer.

“The form said she was and all of the tests in her file showed the same,” Lucifer replied and for a moment, Satan wondered on the morality of getting her health records and personal information before deciding he didn’t care.

“You,” someone hissed from behind him, and Satan twisted around to see Simeon and Luke, the former wearing the most hostile face he had ever seen, which was saying something considering it was directed at a human and not a demon. Luke, for his part, just looked confused, head turning back and forth between Simeon and the human.

“Simeon,” she greeted cheerily. “How good to see you again.” She didn’t react to his dark aura, instead choosing to shoot him finger guns, of all things.

The angel, perhaps remembering he had an audience of not just Satan and his brothers, but the entire cafeteria, composed himself, bowing slightly. “Yes. It’s …good.”

The instinct to know more about the human and angel’s past history clawed inside of Satan, but he knew he would not be getting more details now, while they were both so guarded. Mammon, about as subtle as a neon sign, piped up.

“Wait, you two know each other?”

The human seemed amused by his question, given away by the slight upward quirk of her lips. “Yes.”

Apparently, she would not be elaborating. Simeon rolled his eyes. “I used to be her guardian angel, but was removed from the position to come down here.”

The human snorted quietly and Simeon’s face reddened, though it was in anger or embarrassment Satan couldn’t tell. It seemed there was more to that story than Simeon was revealing. The main give away was the fact that the human knew Simeon. If Satan remembered right, angels weren’t supposed to reveal themselves to their charges unless explicitly necessary.

“This is Luke, the other angel taking part in the program,” Lucifer cut in smoothly, and she directed her attention to him, offering him her hand. Looking wary, Luke took it, but she didn’t do anything but shake it, introducing herself.

“It’s nice to meet you, Luke. Sorry you had to be stuck with Simeon,” she offered sympathetically and Simeon stiffened, drawing Luke back to his side.

“Sorry to rush off,” Simeon said, clearly lying through his teeth, “but we have a prior engagement to get to. Please excuse us.”

“But Simeon, we don’t-” Luke started, and Simeon shot him a look, making him snap his mouth shut.

“Nice seeing you all!” And then Simeon was walking away, Luke nearly jogging to keep up with his fast pace.

The human watched them go, mirth dancing in her eyes. She seemed to feel Satan scrutinizing her and turned, one eyebrow raised in a clear question.

“So what can a girl do to get some food around here?” she asked Lucifer pointedly, flicking her gaze towards Beelzebub, watching him eat a triple-decker backstabbing sandwich whole.

“Of course. Since it’s your first day and all, I will get your tray. Don’t expect such niceties in the future. Mammon,” he snapped his fingers “get her some food.”

“What!?” Mammon squawked, but did as told when he saw the glare leveled on him, standing with a huff and heading towards the lunch line. The human watched him go, expression revealing nothing, already back to a calm emptiness.

The table was silent, save for the sound of Beelzebub’s eating. Asmodeus was watching the human, leaning forward slightly, while Lucifer was tapping away at his DDD, no doubt reporting back to his master.

When Satan looked at the human, she was watching him again, fingers tapping on the table. He finally broke his silence, snapping a “What?” at her. She smirked, shrugging.

“You’re interesting. The way you analyze and assume… honestly, I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Satan didn’t know what to make of that, much less begin to understand what she was getting at. Deciding not to engage, he simply nodded once, a sharp jerk of his head. Asmodeus’ attention was now on him, which was never a good sign.

“Here ya go, human!” Mammon chose that moment to return, slamming her tray down in front of her. She didn’t flinch. Satan examined her tray, noting the food on it. It seemed Mammon had gone out of his way to pick the most disgusting and vile items, including some Satan wouldn’t even dare to eat.

She stared at the tray for a moment, and Satan saw Mammon’s smug look. Ah, he was getting her back for the failed pickpocketing attempt. Even Lucifer took his eyes away from his screen, watching the little tiff.

Mammon hadn’t even brought her silverware.

The human looked at Beelzebub, studying him for a moment, before imitating his eating habits, picking up one of the grosser looking things and shoving it in her mouth without even batting an eye. She showed no outward reaction to the taste or texture, and Mammon could just stand there with his mouth open, bested again.

She continued to eat, and Satan couldn’t believe it. She was well on her way to having a clean tray, yet didn’t seem to acknowledge the things she was putting into her body. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Lucifer grimacing as she popped a particularly slimy tentacle into her mouth.

“So, Asmodeus,” she said around a mouthful of fried toad legs, “you said you were the avatar of lust, right? What exactly does that entail? Can you sense if people are horny?”

Beelzebub choked on the food he was eating. Asmodeus, however, kept his composure, welcoming the question. “Yep! Don’t get embarrassed if you get all hot and bothered. I’m always willing to help.” He punctuated the last statement with a wink, voice dipping low.

The human threw her head back and laughed.

“Sorry, sorry. That was just so cheesy.” She mimed wiping a tear, grinning. “You’re attractive enough I’ll give you that-” Asmodeus preened “-but maybe you should just keep your mouth shut.”

Mammon laughed at that, earning a glare from Asmodeus.

“Kidding, kidding. You seem the vocal type.” She looked like she was going to say more, but paused, suddenly, cocking her head like she was listening to something. Pulling something from her belt and twisting around in her seat, she aimed a gun (a gun!) directly at Solomon, who was still a good 10 feet away. Satan hadn’t even noticed the sorcerer approaching, even though he was able to clearly see him behind the human now that he was paying attention.

The entire cafeteria paused as Solomon stopped, raising his hands in the way humans did when threatened. His brows were high on his face in surprise, and his mouth was slack, hanging slightly open.

“Solomon,” the human drawled. “Nice to see you again.”

(Can we just go back to the fact that the human had a gun? Satan wondered, watching this all go down. Where’d she get it and why?)

“Ah,” Solomon said uncomfortably. “I didn’t know you applied for this program.”

“I didn’t,” the human said, which was impossible because Lucifer had chosen her application-

“Huh.” Solomon still had his hands raised above his head and the human still had the gun pointed at his head. “Put down the gun. You know bullets won’t have any effect due to my wards.”

“Cute,” the human smirked. “You think I carry regular bullets on me? That’s amateur.”

“Right, right.” Solomon’s eyes flickered to the rest of them at the table. Satan would turn to look at his brother’s reactions but couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him.

The human smiled, though it looked more like a baring of teeth than anything, and Solomon shouted “Asmodeus!” drawing him from his seat and in front of Solomon in a flash, just as the human pulled the trigger. The bullet bounced off of Asmodeus, who hissed, touching his forehead where the bullet had struck.

There was a red welt that definitely shouldn’t have been there. Human weapons didn’t work on devils. Satan needed to get his hands on those bullets for testing.

The bullet was by the human’s feet. She leaned down, picking it back up and examining it. It was dented, but not completely flattened, like it should have been. The human cursed under her breath, finger ghosting over the dent.

Pocketing the bullet, she turned back to Solomon, who patted Asmodeus on the back in thanks, acting like he had a choice to disobey the pact. His face was carefully neutral, but he stepped towards the human, who smiled widely, the most real one yet.

“I’d say using a demon is cheating,” she accused.

“No, I just used my resources,” Solomon defended, neutrality breaking into smugness. “It’s your own fault for not calculating around it.”

The human groaned. “Well, I wasn’t exactly expecting to run into you here. I guess you’re part of the exchange program, then?”

Soloman nodded, and the human slid over in her seat, getting closer to Mammon, who stiffened and leaned away. She gestured him to sit, and Solomon did, getting comfortable.

“Did you actually eat the food?” Solomon asked, eyes on her tray.

“Yep.”

“Oh that’s nasty,” Soloman poked one of the remaining pieces and it jiggled.

“Better than your cooking,” the human snorted.

Satan couldn’t even begin to understand their relationship. They routinely tried to kill each other, but as a game? But also were close enough to hug and cook for each other? He’d never seen anything like it.

“So you said you didn’t apply? How’re you part of the program then?” Soloman asked, and the human shrugged.

“Eh, someone probably did it as a joke. Or they were trying to kill me, I’m not really sure.”

Lucifer was frowning, and Satan smirked. For someone so uptight about making everything perfect, he had somehow not noticed the application was a fake. If Diaovolo found out about this Lucifer would be devastated. Satan knew he had a good piece of blackmail material.

“Hate when that happens,” Solomon lamented, and the human nodded in agreement.

The bell rang, finally signaling the end of lunch, and Solomon stood, not even saying goodbye to the human as he headed to his next class.

“Bye, fucker!” she called after him, fondness (?) dancing in her eyes.

When Lucifer finally got everything together, giving Mammon firm instructions to lead her to her next class, his brothers started dispersing. Satan was a little slow in picking his things up, his mind still whirling from everything that had just happened.

“I think,” Beelzebub said from next to him, “this year ought to be interesting.”

Satan couldn’t help but agree.

#lucifer obey me #levi obey me #mammon obey me #satan obey me #asmodeus obey me #beel obey me #belphie obey me #obey me shall we date #gun tw

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The brother's reaction to a Jabami Yumeko MC?

A Jabami Yumeko MC

Oh I love this one👀

Gender neutral MC

Warnings: gambling addiction

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Lucifer

Breaking news: tired man has to take care of yet another problem child

And here he was thinking that the shady magician might cause issues, but nooooo

His hair turned gray when he saw that you're not only reckless with your money, but also with your life

Willing to give up your soul to demons just to make one simple poker game more interesting and thrilling

"My Lord, I'm not getting paid enough"

Tries everything in his power to prevent you to go to any casinos or join any illegal games

Also has a close eye on you and Mammon, because you two are the embodiment of chaos

Don't get me wrong he is more than intrigued. He loves watching you break the ego of every single demon who challanges you to a game, but he has a duty

Mammon

No way in hell would the second oldest have ever guessed that there's a human who is as addicted to gambling as he is

You two get close super fast. Duh

Lucifer tries to stop you two, but you always find a way to sneak into a casino or illegal game

Mammon is the most challenging opponent you ever had, because he NEVER looses. No matter how good you play

You two are the reason why half of the population in Devildom goes bankrupt

I can see you also running an underground casino at RAD

Of course Lucifer finds out and wants to put this to an end

But Diavolo is there too. Stripped down to his underwear, about to loose everything he owns to you

^^^that's the moment Mammon decides that he's going to marry you

Leviathan

Normies terrify him, but you're on a whole other level

Like damn

He's overwehelmed by your recklessness

You also kinda become a celebrity. The human who empties everyone's pockets

Because of that every game you play gets crowded and we all know that Levi has a problem with that

"You're even worse than Mammon!"

"I could win limited edition merch for you."

"Show no mercy, MC."

Quickly becomes your #1 cheerleader

Satan

Almost instantly mesmerized when he watches you gamble for the first time

He's a smart guy

He should be able to see behind your charade and know your strategy

Yet you surprise not only your opponents, but also him

Every single time

It's kinda fun to see how you can make a complete and utter fool out of everyone

So of course he dares Lucifer to challenge you. No, he practically mocks him into doing it

He doesn't really expect you to actually win. His goal is to see his older brother break a sweat

But then you win. No, you absolutely destroy him in your crazy way

This man is about to get down on one knee and propose to you right on the spot

Asmodeus

You force every opponent to their knees

You make even the toughest demon cry

And honestly he finds that hot. Of course he does pff

He's there at every game, cheering you on and mocking the others with his giggling and sarcastic comments

And everytime you make your last move, turning the tables for a sweet victory he kisses you passionately

Your reckless and somehow crazy way is so attractive in his eyes ngl

He's not simply falling

He dIGS A HOLE SO THAT HE CAN FALL EVEN DEEPER

Beelzebub

Big boy is genuinely so scared for your life

You're a human! Challenging every demon who crosses your path!

And not only that. You absolutely, mercilessly crush them

Your enemies don't fit on a normal list anymore. You need a whole book

That also means you can't have a normal bodyguard. You need Beel!

He's following your every step to watch over you while you destroy some demonic lives

Someone tries to put a hand on you? Not on his watch. They can say goodbye to that hand

Tbh your extreme behavior sometimes scares him tho

Belphegor

First he's annoyed

He thinks you're just a second Mammon, owing too much to too many people

But when he sees how things really are...oh boy

Gambling never striked his interest, but the way you do it is so mesmerizing

You make it thrilling, dramatic, exciting etc

He finds himself not being able to look away

There are moments where even he holds his breath

No coffee in all three realms is strong enough to wake him up, but when he watches you gamble his heart makes backflips out of fear and excitement

Like Asmo he mocks your opponents, giving your ego a boost

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Masterlist

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me brothers #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me x reader #obey me belphegor

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