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Just saying this to all the obey me fanfic writers/artist,

Love you guys! Like seriously, reading and looking at the artwork and writing for obey me has made my days a bit easier. Sometimes it helps reading a bit of headcannons and coming through masterlists before heading to bed.

So thank you for writing. Thank you for being creative. Thank you for being here.

Lots of love!

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HELLOOOOOO YES I love them so much omg my heart is gonna die you did so good!!!

Old Work~ Fresh Eyes~

It is summer ain't it.

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Grass cutting

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Lucifer X F!Reader, other brothers X Reader if you squint

CW: Horny brothers, sweat, implied NSFW

Word count: Roughly .4K

A/N: A reupload of a random snippet, and with how hot it is today it's a great day for it.

Images belong to Solmare.

Summer Obey Me blurbs

One downside of the massive grounds that came with Serenity Mansion was if the groundskeeper couldn’t come for a few days the grass grew to the point that you couldn’t handle it under your bare feet when you were walking just past the pool or around the back where you liked to read.

So you decided to take matters into your own hands. It wasn’t like it was the first time you’d have to use a push mower for the area you liked to walk around barefoot. 

You just hadn’t planned for just how hot it was going to be. 

Dressed in a pair of pants with shoes to protect your feet and a tank top to try and keep yourself cool. The right sunscreen to protect your delicate skin according to Asmo, and a large sun hat. Halfway through as you stopped to take a drink of water you tilted your head as you took in your surroundings. There was no sign of any of the brothers. 

That. 

Felt strange.

Along with the distinct feeling of being watched. Shrugging, you removed your hat to fan yourself before you went back to work. Just a little bit more and you’d be done.

You were being watched. 

“Beel, you’re drooling.” 

“He’s eatin’ a course he is.” 

“What’s your excuse Mammon?” A squawk from the white haired man as he blushed before narrowing his eyes at Satan. 

“Stop starin’ at her! You’re blushin’ like mad.” 

“What are all of you doing?” Lucifer stepped into the room to find all of his brothers crowding around the window and looking outside. 

“Just watching a cute little lady get all nice and sweaty~” Asmo sounds like he’s ready to swoon, a hand to his face as he flutters his eyelashes. “The way those drops of sweat trailed down her neck and along her chest before disappearing into the fabric of her shirt. Oh~ I could just take her back to the room and give her a real reason to sweat.” 

At his outburst, his brothers all make comments ranging from how Asmo wasn’t supposed to say anything to how he really didn’t need to go that far. Well. And Mammon screaming how none of them should be looking at you as you were working. “I agree. Why are none of you helping her instead of gawking at her?” A single eyebrow raised and almost everyone came up with an excuse before scattering to the wind. Looking outside, Lucifer understood the appeal immediately. You were soaked and the sunlight hitting your damp skin had his pants feeling a little tighter. Blushing before heading outside to inform you he required your assistance with a problem that you had caused.

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I wanna write a dramatic as fuck phantom of the opera scene where MC gets kidnapped by an imposter Solomon mid-play performance, breaking chandeliers and all. But I also know it would be as dramatic and edgy as a 13 year old's first dark fanfic XD

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One thing I really like about the obey me brothers and demons is how they aren't overly violent to the point of idiocy.

Like in most of the events when danger pops up they usually don't jump to murder right away. They might still be aggressive and all but their first instinct is to talk or threaten or negotiate.

I think this ironically makes them more interesting as demons. Usually the stereotype of demons we have in our head is: raaaagh I'm gonna kill yah!

But seeing how they first try figuring out what's going on and only resorting to violence when necessary makes them feel more mature and smarter. Even when MC is under threat, though they protect MC they dont jump to murder till they have the details.

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Omg she's so cute and I love her dress and also YESS PLUS SIZE MC LOOKS AWESOME!!

Did i even try to mimic Obey Me artstyle?

No.

Did i still cry over this moment?

Yes ; u ;

im feeling big emotions and had to draw

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Heyy, I've just come across this post https://www.tumblr.com/tsukii0002/767342452477657088/en-el-mundo-humano-ej-la-temporada-3?source=share and I would REALLY REALLY REALLY love a longer scenario of this idea. Tag the original account and make my dreams come true if it's not too much trouble. Thank you for posting good Obey Me content~ 🌹

So sorry for taking so long! I had job issues to deal with and moving stuff that's going to be happening. Here is your scenario! I hope you like it! :D

Surprise! I drive!

The brothers hadn't been in the human world for very long and during one of their visits, Lucifer announced it was time for grocery shopping. To your surprise, the rest of the brothers groaned, even Beel who normally would be excited over the prospect of food.

"Uggh..... I don't want to carry all of it. Or any of it." Belphie groaned from his cozy spot on the couch.

His head had been on your lap while you were reading. Meanwhile Beel was right next to you, munching on a granola bar you'd given him.

"Yeah. I won't be able to eat any of it for so long. I don't know if I can hold back," Beel said, in between bites.

"My legs weren't made for such a distance!"

Walking to the farmers market would take a long while and you didn't feel like walking for 35 whole minutes either.

"I can just pick it up," You offer.

"By yourself?" Satan asked with a look of worry.

"Yeah. If you just give me a list and card, I'll drive down and get the stuff you need. Of course I'd love someone to come along to help carry things to the car-"

"You can drive?!" Mammon asked, completely shocked.

"Well..... yeah? The public transportation here is shit so I have to drive, whether I like it or not...."

Looking at the brothers, you noticed a shift in their expressions. There was a mix of impressed looks along with ones of worry and surprise.

"What? Did you guys think just cause I didn't have a license in the Devildom that I wouldn't have one in my own realm?" You question, a bit annoyed and amused.

"....It seems.... we didn't think of that," Lucifer responded, clearly coping with this new information, "...As for your offer, I think that would be best. Thank you."

"So you can do magic, have pacts with demons, AND drive? What other secrets are you hiding from us?" Asmo asked with a little smirk as he wormed his way onto your lap, shoving Belphie's head aside.

Belphie looked annoyed that his spot was taken and leaned against your shoulder instead.

"It's hardly a secret. How else do you think I get places? I can't stay in my apartment all day!"

Suddenly, you saw all the brothers pause once more, as though their brains had been broken.

"A-apartment? You got an apartment without us?" Levi whined, "That's not fair!"

"I had the apartment before I came to the Devildom. Did you guys think I was homeless or something?"

The room's silence was deafening.

"Do you have a job?" Satan finally asked.

"Yep. I gotta pay rent somehow."

"But how come we've never seen you at this so-called apartment?" Belphie demanded, having doubts about this story.

"Cause I want to hang around you guys for the summer and living in a mansion is fucking awesome," You realized if you didn't escape this conversation, you'd be here forever. "I'd better get those groceries, before they close down."

Abruptly but gently you pulled Asmo off your lap and left the room with the list Lucifer had written up for himself originally, and his card. Meanwhile the brothers were shell-shocked. This human, whom they had known for two whole years had a whole life outside of them. A life they barely knew anything about.

The realization was a humbling one as it reminded them of two certain truths. One, you didn't need them as much as they thought you did. Two, there was an entirely different side to you that they never had the chance to see yet. For the longest time they thought they knew everything about you. But now, they were realizing they barely knew anything at all.

______________________________

A few days pass since the conversation and you noticed a shift in the brother's behaviors. At least one of the brothers would make you breakfast, even on days when it was supposed to be your turn to make the meals. Lucifer would take you out to fine dining restaurants, Mammon would constantly buy you anything you looked interested in, Levi would drag you to his room for the newest games and manga, Asmo would bring you to fancy spas and nail salons, Beel would give you all his snacks while Belphie would make your bed perfect for naps with waaaaay too many pillows. A bit of spoiling was nice now and then but the intensity of your spoiling had gone from a level five to a level ten in less than a day.

So you had a sit down. You used your pact to make all the brothers sit in the living room for a proper conversation. At first they were resistant to speak up about it but after seeing the worried look on your face, they one by one gave in.

"Ugh! Fine! We're just... worried!" Mammon blurted out.

"About what?"

"It's not that we are are worried. It's just.... I suppose we just are anxious," Satan answered, trying to reframe the issue.

"About?"

"Well.... that you might one day get tired of us and leave," Asmo said with a sigh, "We know we can be difficult, though I'm always worth it, it's just sometimes we get concerned that you won't see things that way."

"And since now we learn you're completely independent, it means you have even less reason stickin' around!" Mammon blurted out.

"You're already smart, kind, gorgeous, funny, and capable," Beel said with sad eyes, "In a way, you're too good for us."

"And we can't even make you stay by keeping you asleep with us since you apparently have a job," Belphie said with a lazy pout.

"What we are trying to say is.... your independence shook us up a bit, since we are so used to having you rely on us," Lucifer explained tactfully.

What kind of podcast bullshit are they listening to?

"That's not what our relationship is about. It's not about providing and taking. We're a family. Regardless of what you do or don't provide," You say with a frown, "I love you all far more than what you can do for me. If all I cared about was what you gave or did for me, then that isn't love! I love you all for who you are. Even if I was the wealthiest person in the world, which I certainly am not, it wouldn't fucking matter. Got it?"

You pulled each of them into a tight hug, even Lucifer who had tried to escape from the group hug.

"You're MY demons. MY family. My friends. No amount of me driving or being independent is going to change that. Okay?"

Your words seemed to soothe the hearts of each of your demons, letting them relax against you as they snuggled up next to you. For the evening, you all stayed together, relaxed and no longer worried about who could give what. Because in the end, that's not what love was about.

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ Happy valentine everyone ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

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Hello tumblr! ✨️👋 (*^▽^)/★*☆♪

I'm a small artist that started quite a while ago and I'm joining now Tumblr.

I do obey me fanarts and I'll still continue even after the recent news....

Some might already know me since I've been active on Twitter (I refuse to say X) as @ - Obeyibuki9 !

I actually made this fanart of Simeon a long time ago and I'll post many other artworks from past just so you can explore my artwork!

Welcome and I hope you enjoy my page <3

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My Prince

(Part 2 of My Star)

Lucifer sighed, pressing his hand to his forehead as he felt a headache developing. His chaotic brothers had gone too far this time. They had involved Prince Diavolo in their mess. Earlier that day Mammon had bought some book and tried to pawn it off to his brothers as a prank. In the end, everybody, including the visiting prince, got sucked into the novel. Lucifer ended up in some foolish role of saving Diavolo from a tower. It took some effort, but they all eventually escaped, leaving Lucifer with all the desk work.

When he'd seen Diavolo wearing that red dress with gold trim and saw how tight it was around his chest, it took him all his self-restraint not to destroy the whole damn tower. Though, he couldn't figure out why. It was something about him in that dress.... a mix of anger and... desire? It wouldn't be the first time that type of desire lingered in his soul.

Lucifer knew he was handsome and could have anyone in all three realms.... except for the demon prince.

When they first met, Lucifer didn't trust that strange prince one bit. Diavolo laughed too much and found delight in almost everything. His compliments were too forward and his smile too genuine for a demon. Then after they fell, Lucifer trusted him even less. How could he? Especially after having to trade his own freedom away for the sake of his sister.

Overtime he grew to understand Prince Diavolo and why he did such a thing. Yes, part of it was to have seven powerful demon lords. But.... another part of it was their safety. Lucifer realized overtime how hostile the Devildom was to ex-angels. It was only the fact they worked for Diavolo that they were protected so fiercely. Diavolo made that deal for his own sake and for theres. Lucifer couldn't judge him for that.

Each moment spent with the warm prince unraveled a new secret or layer of the prince. Now, Lucifer could see him as a playful but genuine leader who did everything he could for his people, something which Lucifer understood to the core. He did the same for his brothers.

Yet such beautiful warmth was out of reach. Lucifer had no doubts about his capability of seducing the prince, such a feat would be easy. The problem was the crown upon his head. Diavolo HAD to be respected and protected. His crown and his power needed a proper guard. Lucifer needed the world to see his prince as he did, a powerful strong ruler. Nothing could threaten that.

Not even his own feelings.

A proper right-hand would never put his prince in any position that would lead him to danger. Instead, he would watch his warm sun from afar, protecting him and his reputation each step of the way. Lucifer would become the perfect demon lord and ensure no matter what happened, that Diavolo would become the king he was destined to be.

As for Lucifer's feelings..... well.... he already had a hundred heartbreaks, from his sister to the war. What was one more? He would bare it, for his beloved prince.

The End.

໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

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My Star

The room was grand, the walls lined with the finest of stone, and a great golden chandelier hung from the ceiling, lit with torches to create a soft, warm light. Soft music echoed from the balcony, the musicians hidden away so as not to distract from the lively dancing of the well-dressed nobles filling the ballroom. Little Ds darted between the various couples, offering small, delicate treats for the attendees.

Diavolo stood in the center of the ballroom, a warm smile plastered on his face as he greeted and conversed with the various guests in attendance. While he seemed perfectly at ease in this setting, a part of him was secretly bored. He had attended countless balls like this before and the repetitive conversations and pleasantries had become dull and tiresome, he longed for a change of scenery.

Just when he feared he would be doomed to an evening of empty chatter, that beautiful demon stepped in. His raven-black wings and sharp red eyes had captivated him ever since they first met, but most of all it was his serious nature and stubborn pride that had stood out most. All the others couldn't compare to him. He stood tall in the face of everything while everyone else shrank away.

Diavolo politely excused himself from the group of nobles and their idle chatter, heading straight towards Lucifer and his brothers. They were so lively and energetic, filling his dull world with so much color and laughter. Mammon was obviously planning to steal something from the castle, though the prince wasn't too worried as Barbatos oft kept an eye on him whenever he visited. Leviathan would likely flee to some quiet corner to play his games. Asmodeus would obviously make himself the center of attention while Beel ate all the banquet foods. Satan usually blended into the crowds like a cat and Belphie typically liked sleeping when it was warm outside. Meanwhile Lucifer had to work to keep everyone from tearing the party apart. But for now, Diavolo wanted Lucifer's eyes on him and him alone.

"May I have this dance, Lucifer?" The prince politely asked Lucifer, knowing he wouldn't refuse.

"Of course, Prince Diavolo."

Such a simple response. Diavolo led his Lucifer to the ballroom floor and began to dance with him, asking about how things were at the House of Lamentation and listening to the poor eldest demon lord's trouble. Every word excited him, made him eager to know more and hear everything, even to the tiniest details. The mere touch of his morning star's hand sent shivers down Diavolo's spine, silently making him feel like a giddy child once more. Those eyes..... he could gaze into them forever. Every part of him dearly wished to whisk Lucifer off to a place where they could be alone... just the two.

Yet the demon prince knew that was only a far off fantasy. Even after he brought the star and his lively brothers to the Devildom, there was always a distance between him and his morning star. Perhaps that is what happened when one tries to pull a star closer, to feel it's warmth? There would only be coldness. Diavolo knew.... he wasn't a part of their family.

Lucifer would always be loyal but never a lover. That was a fact Diavolo could never change, as much as he wished he could.

So he laughed, as he always did. He found amusement in the situation. There wasn't any other way to deal with the pain. He would find every and any chance to spend with Lucifer, even if it meant hiding those unrequited feelings deep within his soul. Even if his star never loved him back, he would always admire Lucifer. Forever.

Soon the dance came to an end and Diavolo knew he had to return to his dull grey world. His eyes glanced once more at his star before turning away. He never saw how Lucifer watched him leave, eyes full of hidden longing...

The End.

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May I ask for your take on Luke asking the Purgatory Hall guys how are humans made? I'm laughing out loud just thinking about their reaction. Feel free to add Raphael and MC to the bunch too if you'd like! Thank you so much~ 🌹

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Uncomfortable Questions

"What did you say?" Lucifer asked.

The room was deadly silent as all eyes turned to the little confused angel who had no idea why they were all staring at him. The group had just been doing a study session on human history, mostly ancient Rome since nobody actually knew about later history, when Luke had asked a tinsy tiny little itty bitty question.

"How are humans made?" The angel repeated his question, wondering if they all truly hadn't heard him the first time.

"Ha! This outta be good. Hey chihuahua, pay me 500 grim and I might tell yah!" Mammon exclaimed.

"MAMMOOOOON!"

"Gah! Nevermind!"

Raphael and MC were sitting together, in the middle of working when they both finally looked up to pay attention to the conversation.

"So hon, when a boy and a girl love each other very much-" Asmo began.

"NO ASMO." Lucifer interrupted, beginning to feel a headache form.

"What? I wasn't gonna tell him all the details! Just in vague forms!"

"This is just like that anime when the kid sidekick little brother asks a question and everybody freezes and ohnoIdon'tthinktheyeverresolvedthatwegottafadetoblack!" Leviathan rambled.

"It's just a question." Luke said, completely befuddled by everybody's strange reaction.

"Technically humans evolved from apes, does that help?" Satan asked.

"That's not what I meant! I meant how do humans make more humans presently." Luke insisted.

Raphael, annoyed by how dramatic everyone was being, knelt next to Luke.

"Humans make babies by working together as a team. Some have a big team while others have smaller teams or do it by themselves. Either way, what's most important is to be good parents, no matter how the human was made." Raphael said, keeping his terms vague but an answer enough for Luke to understand.

Luke nodded, happy to finally have a serious answer. Raphael sighed and sat next to MC, ready to continue their studying questions.

"By the way, where do humans go when they die?" Luke suddenly asked.

MC let out a sigh as the cycle began again.

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Seven Little Protestors

Ever since the game went down, you'd also been feeling down. The game had been there for you when a lot of bad days threaten to overwhelm you. The smiling faces of all your favorite characters greeted you in sickness and in health.

And now it was going to be gone, washed away in the void of forgotten phone app games. It just felt....unfair. You'd spend so much time and had so many good memories for something that you couldn't even save or store on your computer. It sucked.

You'd gone to work as always but spotted something.... odd on your phone. Your Obey Me app was.... an odd color. Like some mix of blue, yellow, orange, green, pink, red and purple. All at once, making something weird and new. Then... you felt it.

A tap on your shoulder. Behind you were seven handsome and beautiful young men with familiar features. They were all wearing RAD's school uniform. For a moment, you wondered if a bunch of cosplayers had suddenly teleported behind you.

"Hey human! Any idea where NTT Solmare is?" The man with white hair and blue eyes with a bit of yellow asked.

"Excuse me?" You asked with confusion.

"Where here to protest the unfair closing of our game! It's just not fair!" The Leviathan-looking character said.

"Would you be kind enough to tell us where to go hon?" Asmo asked.

"Um.... I'm pretty sure they're in Osaka, Japan in the Sumitomo Building. Not here. So sorry." You respond.

"And.....who are you?" Lucifer asked, looking down at you with red eyes, "You seem.... familiar..... It seems we should stay here a little longer."

What had you gotten yourself into?

The End.

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The SoloCase

(This is going to have a noir theme so please bare with me.)

The city of the Devildom was never quiet. If there wasn't some sort of chaotic demons causing havoc, then there were walking dolls or swapped bodies or just Mammon. The city was never safe. That is why the city needed you, Detective MC. You were nursing a glass of Devil on the Beach, a mocktail Asmo made for you when he heard you were "playing detective". They just didn't understand. Except for Satan. But he was busy. Besides him, nobody ever understood what it meant to be a detective. You were.....an outcast.

And mostly everybody else was busy so you were bored.

Then.... HE walked in. That handsome dame who always brought trouble along with that slutty sorcerer waist of his. His hair was as white as the snow and those eyes, full of mischief. Not to mention how beneath his cape his black shirt and pants hugged him so tightly you could see the outline of almost everything.

"What are you looking at, MC?" Solomon asked.

You quickly averted your eyes.

"Nothing. What brings you here, Solomon?" You ask then take a sip of the mocktail.

"I'm afraid I need your help," He said with a mysterious smile.

What did he have to smile about?

"My latest creation has gone missing. I don't know who would possibly steal one of my delicious meals but it's gone missing. I need your help to find it."

Oh Diavolo, not one of his meals. There was always trouble packed into the abominations he made, though he always made it with love.

"Why should I take the case?" You asked.

"I'll teach you how to use magic to transform your backpack into a jetpack."

"Done."

It was time to investigate. You went to his place, asking each of the Purgatory Hall guests questions and gathering alibis. Then, investigating the crime scene. Beyond the missing plate of food, there was nothing. You had no choice but to expand the search.

"Any suspects yet?" Solomon asked with a playful smile.

You didn't have the heart to tell him that everybody was a suspect. Anybody who knows of Solomon's terrible cooking would have a motive.

"Mammon," You list instead, "If anybody steals, there's a good bet it's him. Besides even if he isn't the criminal he still might have information about the case."

As always, the big tsundere thieving cat of the devildom would have information. You and Solomon traveled to the casino together, Solomon choosing to carry you bridal style and teleport the both of you. He was oddly close today.

You paid it no mind as you went to confront Mammon.

"I wouldn't steal Solomon's food. Unless I wanted to sell it as poison online.....hey.....that's not a bad idea," Mammon said.

"Do you have any idea who WOULD steal the meal?" You demanded.

"Sorry. I got nothin' Oh! Wait! I do know that some meals have been goin missing from Hell's Kitchen. Maybe there's a food thief." Mammon explained.

With that, you and Solomon went off to Hell's Kitchen. You both investigated together as you learned the meals of the kitchen kept going missing. You discovered a group of gluttony demons had been swiping food. Solomon used his magic to track them down and asked you to focus on trying to find the food. You waited for him to return but after thirty minutes, realized he was taking a long time. So you sent him a text.

MC: Hey where are you?

Solmon: Got kidnapped by the gluttony demons

MC: WHAT?! I'm on my way!

Solomon:

When you arrived, you expected Solomon to be held down with the power of the suns. You knew how strong of a sorcerer he was. There was hardly anything that could stop him. Perhaps they had gotten some chains from the bottom of hell or used all the powers of the three realms....

Instead, it was just two pieces of duct tape holding his wrists together. Solomon sat calmly with a cheeky smile on the alley floor as he was surrounded by short gluttony demons. That son of a-

You knew for a fact he only let himself get captured so you could save him.

"Aren't you going to save me, my wonderful apprentice?" He asked with that shit-eating grin.

With a sigh, you used your magic to teleport Solomon by your side, which he seemed rather pleased about.

"You've been hanging around Asmo too much," You declare.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

After freeing him from the oh so powerful duct tape, you both kicked the asses of the smaller gluttony demons and forced them to tell you where the stolen food was. You found everything but Solomon's meal. Luckily you got a free one from Hell's Kitchen as thanks for stopping the thieves.

The two of you returned to the original crime scene. You were stumped. There were no clues and the one lead you had turned out to be an entirely different case. A sigh escaped your lips. Who would even want to steal the food? You'd already checked all the trash cans so the only person who'd steal the food was someone who was willing to keep it. Raphael was the only one who ate Solomon's dishes but he was on a trip to the Celestial Realm. He and Solomon were the only ones who even liked the food....

Wait.....

Solomon....

He'd been oddly calm for someone who claimed to be stolen from. And you knew for a fact his powers were more than strong enough that he could probably track it down himself.

That meant....

You got up suddenly and walked over to the Purgatory Hall fridge and opened it. Inside, hidden behind some of the other meals, was a plate with the grossest looking noodles and veggies that you could imagine.

"....So it was you all along." You say to Solomon.

"I knew you'd figure it out, my clever apprentice." He said.

He was only inches away from you as you closed the door to the fridge.

"But....why? Why would you steal your own dish?"

"I wanted to have a reason to spend time with you. And it worked. I got all day, just you and me."

"You clever bastard."

You leaned in, giving him a small kiss, clearly catching him off guard for once. He smiled.

"If you're still hungry, we can finally have that meal we've been chasing after all day."

And just like that, you were doomed. At least you got a kiss before you were poisoned!

The End.

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Eye See Clearly Now

There was something troubling Mammon, as there often was. Instead of money troubles or fleeing from Lucifer's wrath, this time it was you. Had he done something wrong? He tried to name all the things he had possible done and he realized....yeah there was probably something. Of course he would NEVER communicate things like that clearly so he went to one of his brothers for a second opinion. "Hey....so.... how do you get someone to not be mad at you?" Mammon asked.

Beel looked at him and paused after eating a bite of his gigadeath hamburger.

"Is Lucifer mad at you again?" Beel asked.

"No...It's MC. They keep glarin' at me and I dunno what I did wrong!" Mammon said with a huff.

Beel swallowed his burger and looked at Mammon with worried eyes.

"They were glaring earlier too. Even at me," the gentle giant said with a sad expression.

Mammon could barely withhold his surprise. It was one thing to be mad at a scummy guy like him, but Beel? He was a sweetheart, barely upset almost anybody unless it was food related. Mammon dragged Beel along with him and went to talk to the rest of his brothers, unintentionally riling them all up.

Leviathan was a nervous wreck, wondering if you hated him now. Asmodeus hated it when you glared in the direction of his beautiful face, it made him feel things he was not comfortable with. Like he wasn't somehow absolutely stunning! Belphegore figured something had just upset you and the sooner it was figured out the sooner he could take a nap. Satan was incredibly worried and mildly curious at the idea of your anger. They at last dragged poor Lucifer along who was just trying to finish his work.

The battle plan had started. A new chat group was made, the "Anti-Angry MC" team began their plot. First, they would soothe your wild anger with gifts and food they knew you like. Then, they would tentatively approach the subject and actually ask what you were angry about. Last, they would do whatever it took to make it up to you, no matter the cost!

When you came home from your part-time work, you were tired. It didn't help that your eyesight was shit and you hadn't gotten new contacts yet. You refused glasses. They were uncomfortable and so few were actually cute. Besides, they were expensive! The last week had been hard and you had to squint just to see everything.

When you opened the door, you were shocked to find all the brothers gathered in front of it like simpering sad little dogs.

"Um..... everything okay?" You asked.

Before you got a proper response they pulled you off to the dining room, concerned and cowering whenever you looked at them. By Diavolo, what was going on?! But the food was nice. They gave you the best food and asked how your day was before piling hundreds of gifts on you like they were trying to bury you. Before they could even get to their next phase, you asked them.

"Hey what's going on? You guys are acting strange."

"That's what we wanted to you!" Asmo cried out, "Why are you so mad with all of us? Did we do something?"

Your eyes widened in surprise.

"I'm not mad at any of you."

"Then why you glarin' at us?" Mammon asked with a huff and slight pout.

"Oh! Sorry. I'm not glaring. I'm just having a hard time seeing. My contacts haven't come in yet,"

"And you didn't use your glasses because...?"

You glanced at the ground sheepishly.

"....I don't like them. They're uncomfortable and make me look like a dork."

Lucifer let out an annoyed sigh. All this work, and money, for something so simple. But he was silently relieved it wasn't anything serious.

"We can get you some more comfortable glasses, there are many types in the devildom, even some that are invisible. Just next time tell us- .... tell me," He corrected himself, not really trusting his brothers.

"Or me, I have saw cute Ruri-chan glasses."

"Or me! I know all about the fashion of glasses hon!"

"....Hey..... can I take a nap now?" Belphie asked, moving over to you so he could rest his head on your lap.

The rest of the brothers balked at the idea and chaos erupted once more. You smiled to yourself, finding it all funny. The brothers loved you so much that the idea of you being mad at them made them go from demon rulers of hell, to sad little doggies.

The End.

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👉👈 ive literally never watched seven deadly sins but this image was so funny and a certain @iwillmarrybeel gave me an idea to redraw the meme 😏🫣😇