#obey me series

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

MC meets their male version!

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Something happened with one of the doors in Barbatos's room and. M!MC (male MC) ended up walking in this devildom where's our F!MC/GN!MC is.

Story list

Lucifer: .......so you're saying he basically travelled universe accidentally, because of your mistake.

Barbatos: it wasn't my mistake, the other Barbatos made the mistake

Lucifer: and now you want me to keep him here, with our mc?? Did Diavolo even approved it!?!

Barbatos: he was the one who suggested it, yes.

Lucifer: ...ugh *facepalms*

MC: *looking at M!MC with squinting eyes*

M!MC: *doing the same*

M!MC: ........ask away..

Mc: how big is that peni-

M!MC: that's the first thing you ask? ......Not surprised.

M!MC: I'll tell you , if you tell me your bra siz-

MC: Deal.

M!MC: Deal.

Barbatos:

Lucifer:

Barbatos: .... I'll see if I can fix it up till tomorrow.

Lucifer: please.

[A/N]: this is gonna be a series ......maybe :p

Common tag that used: MMC x MC (use this tag to find more)

Also I'm close to hitting 1k!! Thank you all!! Muwah :3

[toru-oikawas-milkbread]

The Obey Me Characters React to you Asking For Nudes | Pt.2

Pairing: Obey Me Boys x f!reader

Notes: Happy Thanksgiving for those of you who celebrate! For those of you who don’t, happy Thursday! I hope you’re all having a good day and even more so I hope that you enjoy this chapter! 

In this chapter, the characters will include: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor! 

If you want to follow the series as I create more chapters, you can follow my link to the {masterlist} for the entire series!

[devildom-moss]

Roses for You (1)

This had all started when you noticed a link between a book on the language of flowers you had borrowed from Satan’s room and the current lessons from your Seductive Speechcraft and Magical Potions classes.

In Seductive Speechcraft, you had just reached a section on the effectiveness of spells using non-verbal communication: enchanting glances, dance, and offerings. Meanwhile, in Magical Potions, the professor had been discussing the significance of using specific quantities when concocting potions; they had spent fifteen minutes just providing examples – including adding petals from two different flowers when using them for a love spell.

You couldn’t resist discussing the use of flower language – utilizing the type, color, and quantity of the flowers – to specify the magical intent of an offering as a form of seductive speechcraft. Asmo and Solomon listened intently. The same idea popped into both of their minds, and before you knew it, everyone was looking into color and number meanings, searching for the perfect combination to convey their feelings for you and try to put you under their spell. The only rule for their little competition to charm you? Only roses are allowed.

Will you be charmed by their attempts?

A Single Rose - Lucifer

Word Count: +500

You are (still) the only one / Love at the first sight

Lucifer took you out to dinner – smooth-talking, flirting, biting his lip, and giving you those bedroom eyes all night. You weren’t surprised when he invited you back to his room, either – especially with how he had been acting. He placed one hand on the small of your back as he led you through the door.

But once you were inside, his hand slowly slipped away, lingering as if he was reluctant to let go for even a second. However, Lucifer found that a dance without music was less romantic, and he stepped away to put the record on that he had set aside earlier that morning – specifically for this situation. To his recollection, the record he had chosen was the first one you had ever danced to together.

“Shall we?” Lucifer offered you his hand. The time between you accepting and Lucifer pulling you into his body was negligible. As you swayed with him, he felt that everything was going to plan. His eyes caught yours seductively, and he inched closer to your lips. “Close your eyes for me.”

You did as he asked and were rewarded with a gentle kiss that deepened as one of Lucifer’s hands came up to your cheek. When he pulled back, you were left wanting more – although, your want was nothing compared to his. Lucifer hid one hand behind him and took a step back before offering you his other hand. You raised a brow at him but placed your hand in his, nonetheless. As you did, Lucifer pulled a single burgundy rose from behind his back, bowing slightly as he did.

Accepting the rose, you admired its dark hue – a deeper shade of red than Lucifer’s eyes and almost as lovely. A deep red for a deep, passionate love.

“You really are such a gentleman, Luci.”

“But of course. Would you rather I be rough with you instead? That could be arranged if you want it.”

“Then who would be rough with you?” You smirked and guided Lucifer towards his bed until you were close enough to push him down on his back and crawl over him. Heat rose in Lucifer’s cheeks, painting them a delicate pink as he stared up at you. Tracing the soft petals of the single burgundy rose along Lucifer’s jawline, you cooed at him. “So, a single rose, Luci?”

“You’ve been studying, haven’t you? You understand my feelings, right?” He undercut his own cocky attitude with hesitant, unsure questions. It was precious: watching his façade crumble.

“I want you to say it.” You loosened Lucifer’s tie enough to start unbuttoning his shirt. Once you had plenty of access, you kissed down his neck.

A single burgundy rose. It wasn’t love at first sight with Lucifer; he wasn’t the type. No, it had another meaning. Lucifer let out a shaky breath. “You’re the only one – still the only one who makes me feel like this.”

His pulse throbbed under your lips. “I know.”

Dammit, Lucifer cursed himself. It seemed it was him who was under your spell, and now he was under you, too.

Mammon (2) | Leviathan (3) | Satan (4) | Asmodeus (5) | Beelzebub (6) | Belphegor (7) | Diavolo (8) | Barbatos (9) | Luke (10) | Simeon (11) | Solomon (12) | Thirteen (13) | Raphael (14) | Mephistopheles (15)

A/N: So this is what I have planned for October. It'll be a series of short fics like this for each character (mini series, I guess?) . I will hopefully get one out every two days. Next up will be Mammon. From Lucifer to Mephisto, the rose numbers will go from 1-15, with varying colors. I don't know, it just seemed like a cute plan, so I hope you all like it! I will probably keep the intro in each part in case someone stumbles upon a different part of the series first. Let me know your thoughts if you want to.

[sweetbrier2908]

HIS EYES

Mammon

You have never seen eyes as beautiful as these. Up to now, it is still hard to believe that such clear blue eyes reflecting your image actually belong to a demon, not an angel (or more accurately, someone who used to be an angel). His eyes are crystal clear, like an endless pool of water. His eyes sparkle, and you believe that the light in these eyes can rival the countless stars you have seen before back in the human world.

The first time you looked into his eyes, you saw nothing but disdain. You could sense it, you could sense his hatred towards you from the core, and you doubted that he would devour you immediately if you dared to talk back to him one more time (now you know that even at that time, he would never devour you because Lucifer had entrusted you to him). Those stunning blue eyes, you never wanted to look into them directly ever again.

The second time you looked into those eyes, you and Mammon were bound by a pact, and you handed him the black card (which you weren't sure if you actually found it or if all of this was just part of Lucifer's plan). And he promised himself to you. You don't know what could be worse, whether it's making a pact with a demon or the demon you made a pact with always waiting to devour you at any moment. Whatever happens, you know that your life will completely change from this moment on.

For the third time, the fourth time, the fifth time, every day passes by and you don't know since when, your image has always been reflected in those eyes. Those eyes draw you into scams and schemes that both of you know will be exposed immediately. Those eyes made you let him enter your room, sleep on the floor, sleep on the bed, hold you in his arms. 

You could see your image reflected in his crystal blue eyes after he has kissed you for the first time ever, you could see his eyes lit up when you two were on your first date and your fingers intertwined, you could see the light, the light, the light in his eyes when he saw you after few months away and you immediately knew that he was always waiting for you to come back, come back to your home, come back to him. 

Even when there was nothing in those eyes except for your pale face and your injured body, you still wanted to be submerged in them.

The last time you saw yourself in his eyes, you wished that you could forever see yourself in his eyes. Only later on will you realize that his love is what you truly desire to be immersed in.

Lucifer - Mammon (you are here) - Leviathan - Satan - Asmodeus - Beelzebub - Belphegor

[obeymycok]

MC’s Demon Form - Mammon

Just to be clear, MC can use all their forms. This is just the one that the brothers first saw MC in. If you haven’t read the setup for these headcanons, as well as the pact headcanons that explain what’s happening here, I strongly recommend you do so (they will be linked below) Otherwise, on with the reactions! Sorry for the delay on Mammon’s but I finally have a few days off work for my bday so I can grind out some more.

Taglist: @trashlord-007  @waldeinsamkeit600  @simpinginthecorner  

Pact Headcanons     Setup

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“MC!!!” Mammon shouted as he sprinted to the fallen beast followed closely by the rest of the brothers. Apparently, too close. Mammon stopped dead in his tracks, feet still sliding over the dirt as his brothers crashed into him at full force. They all got up ready to curse him out, but the sight in front of them quickly shut them up.

There you were, but you looked like..?

Mammon...

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Lucifer

He is reminded of his respect for Mammon as he sees you standing next to your kill

Those golden eyes awaken the fear he forgot he had for his little brother

His pride is also a little hurt, thinking you only got the form of your first pact

He’s elated when he sees your pride form but honestly, he likes seeing Mammon’s greatness in whatever form it may take

The fact that it paired with you was perfect

Mammon

“Of course you’d wanna be like The Great Mammon!”

He’s just so happy and awestruck

A little salty when he finds out you have other demon forms, but he basks in the glory for as long as possible

He wants to go flying with you and maybe even spar a little to see what you’ve learned about his power

Leviathan

Oh god, oh fuck, whY HIM??!! is the only thing crossing his mind

He is literally steaming, you could mistake him for the Avatar of Wrath

“Even the fucking scumbag is closer to MC than a gross yucky otaku like me. I mean who am I kidding I’m worthless and-”

Please stop his spiral of hatred and play a game with him later

Gets used to it quickly and starts making you new outfits to accommodate your new heights

Satan

*Looooong sigh*

It’s not Lucifer, but come on

Still, he’s amazed at the transformation and doesn’t hesitate on asking questions

Definitely wants to use your speed as an escape from Lucifer after a successful prank

Lowkey just wants to fly with you since he’s always been curious

Asmodeus

*pouty face*

“MCCCC why didn’t you want to look like yours truly??”

Just show him your lust form and he’ll stop bashing Mammon

He’ll actually start complimenting BOTH of you and prepping all of you for pictures 

He just HAS to post the hottest trio in existence on his Devilgram!!

Beelzebub

He’s so happy that Mammon is off the walls with excitement

Also very proud of how much you’ve grown and excited to see what you can do up close

100% asks to help you train and I mean, how could you say no?

Please just don’t steal his food

Belphegor

Grumpy baby of the family

Surprisingly not mean to Mammon though, since he’s the only brother who didn’t threaten or hurt you

Also rediscovers his fear of Mammon’s power and shows him a newfound respect

For once, he’s not a little shit

[nyxs-sins]

How to Raise your ___ Series

How to Raise your Human by…

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Diavolo

Barbatos

Simeon

Luke

How to Raise your Demon by…

Solomon

Simeon

Luke

MC

How to Raise your Angel by…

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Diavolo

Barbatos

Solomon

MC

[starry-miki]

Here is some fanart of thirteen! I don’t have to much experience with fully cooling and rending but I don’t think it turned out too bad tho! But I do def need to work on my line art. But what do you guys think? ✨

[with-love-from-hell]

Melancholia

{part Nine}

Fandom: Obey me!

Genre: Angst

Written for F!Mc

WC: ~3.8

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

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

Music Accompaniment (Circles thru Paranoia)

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

Series Masterlist

You can find more of this series by searching the tag #Vermillion Skies or #Melancholia on my blog!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He didn’t mean to ruin Luke’s life. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’s still Simeon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were alone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Something didn’t feel right.

“Mc..?”

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

No...No, this couldn’t be happening.

Not again.

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

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

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

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

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

Uriel. 

“Give him another dose.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The line rang, but there was no answer.

He dialed again.

and again.

and again.

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

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

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

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

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

“Whaaaaaat?” 

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

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

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

“What’s the matter?”

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

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

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

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

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

Another pause. 

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

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

“Simeon, come on-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is it?” 

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

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

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

[vivienneurloverr]

A Humans Prayers

Chapter Summary : Lucifer and Diavolo are finalizing the second human exchange student and Diavolo reveals why he’s actually doing the exchange program

A/N : I apologize for any mistakes, this is my first time writing a story so if a mess something up please tell me.

‼️ SPOILERS FOR OBEY ME LESSONS ‼️

Lucifer sighed deeply, the amount of paper work he has yet to do for the up coming exchange student program was getting ahead of him. He thought that an exchange program was stupid, trying to “connect the three words and live in peace” is what Lord Diavolo had said. Lucifer knew it was bullshit, Diavolo always had something more up his sleeve. Besides connecting the three worlds would do basically nothing for the Devildom. It make Lucifer irritated to not know what he was helping him achieve however, Lord Diavolo was always good at hiding what he was thinking, so trying to figure it out on his own would never work. Not like he would try to figure it out either way. That day. They day of The Fall, Lucifer had pledged his loyalty to Lord Diavolo in exchange that his sister would be able to survive as a human. If that meant playing along with his plan blindly then Lucifer would do it. He looked at each profile carefully, he had been in charge of picking the second human exchange student. The other human exchange student had already been chosen, his name was Solomon and he was a powerful sorcerer one that was no stranger to the Devildom. That meant he wasnt someone Lucifer had to worry about, which lifted some responsibility off of his shoulders. The second person on the other hand was difficult. Diavolo wanted to make sure that the human was someone inexperienced so that they could see how a regular human would adapt to a place like the Devildom. That made Lucifer annoyed, not only would he have to make sure no one was ruining Diavolo’s name but he would also have to make sure to keep a human alive.

A few minutes late there was a light knock at the door. Lucifer had been expecting Lord Diavolo to stop by to discuss the who the second exchange student would be. “You may come in Lord Diavolo.” Lucifer said, not looking up from a random girls profile. The door swung open and Diavolo stepped in. “Ah, hello Lucifer. Have you made any progress on choosing the exchange student?” Lord Diavolo said sitting down on one of the chairs in front of Lucifers office desk. Lucifer scoffed in reply, “These humans have no special qualities about them, they would all die early on in a place like the Devildom.” He looked up from the profile looking Diavolo in the eye. “As long as you and your brothers are there to protect them im sure everything will be fine. After all you wouldn’t let anything go wrong, right?” He had said, his voice more serious than it normally was. “Of course not Lord Diavolo.” Diavolo got up from the chair and made his way to the window behide Lucifer’s desk. “I have an idea for who to pick.” Diavolo stated as he stared out of the window towards the downtown shops. Lucifer was now looking at someone else’s profile. “And who would that be?” He questioned. Diavolo took a deep breath before turning his head to look at Lucifer. “They are a distant descent of Lilith’s.” He stated. Lucifer could feel his blood run cold as he froze. Lord Diavolo had said that he and his brothers were to never see Lilith or Lilith’s human relatives, why would he change it now? He turned around slowly in his chair to face Diavolo, his brows furrowed as he stared at him. “Why would you want her descendant here. What would be the difference between them and a regular human?” His voice was flat but you could easily pick up on the anger in his voice. Diavolo lightly smirked as he turned his head back towards the window. “Lilith’s descendant has both human and angel blood. Someone like that would be valuable to me. Imagine the kind of power i would have if there were to be a marriage between all three realms.” He held no emotion in his voice. Lucifer could only scoff. “You wish to marry this person for more power huh. As much as I would love to believe that something like that would work, how would you get the human to fall in love with you.” Lucifer could see Diavolo smirking as he was still staring out of the window. “I have my ways. They will love me eventually, and once they do, and we are married everything will be mine.” Diavolo is the prince of the Devildom meaning he already has high authority, but if he were to become king then nobody would be able to stop him. Not even his father. “How are we even so sure that they have magic. Afterall, a powerless human would do no good for the Devildom.” Lucifer questioned. “I had Barbatos look into the future. They hold magic beyond our dreams, something even more powerful than Solomon. They just need to learn how to use it.”

He turned around and walked to the office desk. He picked up a stack of profiles and flipped through them. He quickly found the one he was looking for and put it on the desk in front of Lucifer. “_____.” Lucifer said reading the name off of the profile. “I have decided that they will be staying at the castle in one of the spare bedrooms near mine during their time here. .” Diavolo checked the clock on the wall. “If thats all I will be on my way, im afraid Barbatos is waiting for me at the castle.” Diavolo said picking up the now useless profiles to take with him. “Goodbye Lord Diavolo.” Lucifer said as he watched Diavolo walk out of the room and closed the door behind him.

He was worried about how Belphegor would react to finding out they finalized the student coming. Lucifer knew that after it was finalized Belphegor would be livid because it meant there was no more chance of it not happening. Belphegor always got upset at the mention of humans ever since the fall. He used to be so fascinated by them when he was still an angel. He would sneak down to the human realm and was incredibly knowledgeable on them. However after the fall he became resentful towards humans. He blamed them for why Lilith died, he thought that all humans were cruel. Which is why he got livid at and mention of them, and now that one was going to be staying in the Devildom he was even more pissed. He had every right to be mad, however if he got in the way of Diavolo’s plan then the prince would have a harsh punishment awaiting him and a harsh punishment from Diavolo was pure torture. He would always vocalize how stupid he thought the whole thing was. However latley he had been making threats to kill the human student and the rest of the human population after them. Belphegor barged into the room, distributing Lucifer’s thoughts. “You have to stop Diavolo from doing this exchange program!” He said loudly. Lucifer sighed. “I know that you hate humans, but you dont have to talk to them, just dont harm them and everything will be fine.” “I can’t believe you would just let a human prance around in a place like here acting all high and mighty, why cant you ever just disagree with Diavolo for once, you’re like a mindless puppet for him! At this point it seems like you love him more than your own brothers!” Belphegor shouted as he turned into his demon form. “If you dont stop him then I will! I will kill that human no matter what it takes!” He shouted again. Lucifer knew what would happen if belphie killed the exchange student. Diavolo’s plan would be ruined, he wouldn’t get the magic that he wanted. And as the prince of the Devildom he was terrifying when he was angry. He knew that if he didnt keep Belphegor away that he would die. He couldn’t lose another sibling, all of his brothers meant a lot to him. Thats why he did what he did.

He dragged Belphegor up to the attic. “Why the fuck are you taking me up here.” Belphegor questioned. Lucifer didn’t answer, instead he keep walking up the stairs till he got to the door. He grabbed Belphegor and pushed him into the room roughly. Before Belphegor could understand what was happening Lucifer had locked the door. He was reciting a spell, one to keep the door locked and to insure that Belphegor would be safe from making any mistakes. “Why are you locking me up in here!?” Belphegor screeched. He didn’t understand why Lucifer would have done this to his own brother. “What the fuck is wrong with you! You really do care about Diavolo’s stupid plan more than your own brother, I should have know the day that you started working with him that you would get brainwashed like this!” Belphegor spat. The words hurt Lucifer, he didnt wish to hurt Belphegor but it was for the best. His face didnt show any emotions as he stated “You are to stay up here until the exchange program is done and you are no longer a threat. I will leave you with food and items to keep you entertained. This was your own fault, if you hadn’t threatened to kill the human student this wouldn’t have happened.” Belphegor stayed silent as he stared as Lucifer with hatred. Lucifer couldn’t take looking at Belphegor’s angry eyes, so he turned and left down the stairs.

“I promise I will kill that human and make your life miserable Lucifer.”

[comecloserwouldyou]

The end of the “Human exchange program” Pt. 2

🔙Part 1.5 🔜Part 3

(‼️‼️ Everybody × reader angst ‼️‼️)

Warning:- Mentions of kidnapping, Fem! Reader

In group chat ( with everybody)

Mc: Hey guys! Everybody: (Commence mass and swift greetings.)

Beel Baby: How are you doing in the human world!?! Luci: I truly hope that you have readjusted well. Asmo: We miss you! SO! VERY! MUCH!

In private chat with Lord Diavolo

Mc: Can I ask you a gigantic favor? Diavolo: Anything! What do you need? Mc: Can I come back to the Devildom permanently? I know it’s a favor to ask, and I know that it will cause issues with my safety. It's just...I'm all alone here in the human world. I promise. I can work! I can continue schooling! I'll do anything! Diavolo: Mc...of course you can come back! We've all missed you terribly! When can we summon you?!

Mc: Gimme an hour! I can pack a quick bag to go and grab the rest later! Could I re-move into the House of Lamentation by any chance?

Diavolo: Of course! Also, from now on it's just Diavolo. When you get here, I need to speak with you for a moment.

Mc: Okay! Thank you so much Dia!

Cue Diavolo processing nickname, and subsequently blacking out for a couple minutes. Poor demon prince's pounding heart.

Your POV:

While Lord Diavolo summons everbody to RAD, I quickly pack a go bag, grab the essentials, and make sure evrything is in order in my apartment. Rushing, I quickly check that the door is locked tight. Lastly, I sit on the couch and patiently wait for Dia to come and get me.

Suddenly, the sound of breaking glass sounds from my bedroom. Before I can even register what happened, a pair of hands force me back into the couch. They cover and muffle anything coming from my mouth, while the attacker uses his body to force me against the couch making me immobile. No matter how hard I try, I cannot get myself free.

He takes out a cloth from his pocket, and I can't help but panic further. My assailant covers my mouth and nose with the cloth. In a matter of seconds, my brain feels fuzzy and my eyes close. Shutting me in a world of black.

With everybody:

(The angels and Solomon joined them since Lord Diavolo summoned them all)

Third person POV:

"Lord Diavolo, what is the meaning of this?" questions Lucifer.

To set the mood, Lord Diavolo is bouncing around like a giddy child that just got an early Christmas gift. Everybody is looking at him like he a) either lost his marbles or b) is the funniest thing on the face of the planet. Barbatos and Lucifer are barely containing their displeasure (except Barabtos is a master of hiding it), while Mammon and Levi are trying their hardest not to laugh. Satan and Belphie just watch in pure amusement...no Satan isn't taking a video, what do you mean? As for Asmo, Beel, and the other exchange students, they couldn't care less. They mainly just find it slightly entertaining.

"Lucifer!" exclaims Lord Diavolo in excitement. "I have wonderful news! You guys will never believe it!"

"Then spit it out already. I want to sleep." says Belphie with a heavy groan.

After getting Lord Diavolo to settle down, they re-ask him the question. "Mc! It's about Mc!"

"WHATD'YA MEAN! IS MY HUMAN IN TROUBLE OR SOMETHIN'!" half screams Mammon.

For once, in a blue moon, Asmo goes over to calm down Mammon. You can tell that Mammon is genuinely terrified that something happened. After all, this poor tsundere clings to you like the greedy demon he is. For now, Asmo set aside the normal quips and barbs, trying to take care of his brother. He knows that you’d want him to do so.

Lord Diavolo lets out a grand laugh. “No! She asked to come and stay permanently in the Devildom! I, of course, said yes! She asked to re-inhabit her old room at the House of Lamentation permanently! Hence why I called the other exchange students to ask if they wished to rejoin the program or if they simply wanted to visit from time to time.”

“SHE ARE COMING BACK!” practically everybody screamed. Mammon’s eyes widen in excitement. “I’ll have to take care of her/him/them again! N-not that I-I w-want to, YA HEAR!?” “My snacking buddy will be back!” Beel’s face looks like a happy little puppy. Belphie lets out a tired smile. “Snuggles…”

“HUSH! We won’t overwhelm her when she first gets here. We’ll make her dinner and talk the night away. We still have school tomorrow, after all.” responds lucifer with a cool glint in his eye. Only people who truly knew him saw the fires of excitement in his orbs. “Don’t act like you aren’t all excited either Lucifer.” jabs Satan. “Nonsense. School will be getting a week off for ‘important royal business’.” states Lord Diavolo in all certainty. Abruptly, Luke walks over to Lord Diavolo and gently tugs his pant leg, face bright red from having to do so, so that the demon prince will recognise he’s there. Lord Diavolo kneels down, which obviously causes Luke’s blush to intensify. He glances at Simeon, who gives him a smile and a nod of his head, before continuing. “Me and Simeon have decided that we would l-like to r-rejoin the program.” stutters out Luke. Lord Diavolo shines a gentle smile, all the while Simeon works to cover up his chuckles. “Of course Luke. How about I set up scheduled baking lessons for you and Barbatos?” “REALLY!? I-I mean sure, n-not that I w-want to…” stutters the flushed little angel. “I am very pleased that I will get to bake with you once more Luke.” states Barbatos to the flustered angel. Luke just responds with a small smile. For the first time in this whole conversation, Levi pipes up. “When is Mc coming?” “Any minute now. I set the portal to grab her an hour after our conversation.” he pauses and glances at his DDD. “And…now.” Everybody looks all over the room, eyes wide in excitement. All of their faces hold loving and kind smiles. They just wait. They all know that strong spells like this take a while to be fully completed and properly completed. Nevertheless, five minutes pass by. Then ten minutes pass, and then fifteen. By the time the twenty minute mark passes, everybody is officially worried. They can’t think of what could have possibly went wrong. “”Are you sure you set up the time for an hour?” inquires Barbatos to the concerned Lord. Lord Diavolo just shakes his head. “Im quite certain. I know for a fact we did since we sent texts, and both of us did agree on an hour’s time. Here, I’ll just try texting her. Who knows? Maybe she just lost track of time. She had to be on her couch when it activated.”

In private chat with Lord Diavolo:

Diavolo: Mc, did something happen? Did you have to leave the couch? Could you please answer? We’re all terribly worried.

Mc: Mc’s not here anymore. If you ever wish to seem her again, then you better follow my orders. Diavolo: What have you done to her? Mc’s intruder: Nothing yet, but if you wish to get her returned to you, then you better come and follow the clues. Otherwise I’ll kill her. You have an hour to start the puzzle. I’d wish you luck, but quite frankly I don’t want you to win.

Third person POV:

That was the day that the whole Devildom trembled in terror. That was the first time they truly saw the fury of their future king and the full outrage of his closest companions. That was the day that made it clear to everybody. Touch the demon prince’s, his butler’s and the seven deadly sins’ closest loved one…you will suffer a fate worse than death. The other exchange students agreed with their….passion.

“Time.”

“To.”

“Save.”

“Mc.”

And they all went together, as one joined force. The kidnapper will regret this, they swear that on their lives.

(Ugh I’m finally done- I’m so tied my hands out hurting please help ugh I can’t type- Kay bye hope you enjoy!!)

[toru-oikawas-milkbread]

The Obey Me Characters React to you Asking For Nudes | Pt.1

Pairing: Obey Me Boys x f!reader

Notes: Have you ever played Obey Me? For those of you who have, you’ll know the characters. I started playing a couple years ago and honestly forgot about the game until recently. How could I not be reminded that I love the boys!

For the starter chapter of this new series, the characters that I will be introducing for chapter one are: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, and Simeon! In the next chapter is when the Demon brothers will be introduced. 

If you want to follow the series as I create more chapters, you can follow my link to the {masterlist} for the entire series! 

[devildom-moss]

Roses for You (9)

This had all started when you noticed a link between a book on the language of flowers you had borrowed from Satan’s room and the current lessons from your Seductive Speechcraft and Magical Potions classes.

In Seductive Speechcraft, you had just reached a section on the effectiveness of spells using non-verbal communication: enchanting glances, dance, and offerings. Meanwhile, in Magical Potions, the professor had been discussing the significance of using specific quantities when concocting potions; they had spent fifteen minutes just providing examples – including adding petals from two different flowers when using them for a love spell.

You couldn’t resist discussing the use of flower language – utilizing the type, color, and quantity of the flowers – to specify the magical intent of an offering as a form of seductive speechcraft. Asmo and Solomon listened intently. The same idea popped into both of their minds, and before you knew it, everyone was looking into color and number meanings, searching for the perfect combination to convey their feelings for you and try to put you under their spell. The only rule for their little competition to charm you? Only roses are allowed.

Will you be charmed by their attempts?

Nine Roses - Barbatos

Word Count: +1,500 (sorry. I think my bias is showing.)

Eternal love

“Hey, Barbatos, why did you want to see me today?” You stood at the door to the Demon Lord’s castle.

Barbatos chuckled and stepped aside to allow you in. “What would you say if I told you I simply wanted to see you?”

“I’d say, ‘I’m glad you invited me because I missed you, too.’”

You missed the brief widening of his smile. He was delighted by your response, but the thought of someone walking into the foyer and seeing him practically fawning over you caused him to suppress that joy.

“Actually,” Barbatos started with a hint of something between hesitation and musing. “I was finishing up a task that I believe you might enjoy. Would you like to try your hand at making a flower arrangement?”

“I don’t know if I’d be any good at it, but it sounds fun.”

“Excellent. Come with me to the garden.” Barbatos turned, hiding the sudden appearance of a grin, and led the way. Perfect, he thought. It was no coincidence that you “caught him” in the middle of this particular task. He had worked hard to complete his necessary duties ahead of time so that he could spend the entire afternoon with you. This last task had been postponed until you were on your way with the hope that it would spark your interest – with the expectation that his plan would come to fruition. “I have a table set up in the garden where I was previously making arrangements. The flowers around the castle required refreshing. Although, as you can see, I’ve already completed a few.”

There was a vase slightly ahead of you on a table in the hall. You recognized the purple basil and black calla lilies, but there was something else in the arrangement – some alien- or Devildom-looking plant. It was a large dark reddish-brown, almost black, with petals that resembled wings – some pointed, demonic version of an orchid. Even stranger were the long, whisker-like tendrils that jutted out from the center. You’d never seen anything like it. “What type of flower is that?”

“I take it you mean the black bat flower?” Barbatos hummed and stopped in front of the vase.

“Is it native to the Devildom? It’s incredible. I half-expected it to growl at me as we walked by.”

“No, my dear,” Barbatos chuckled. “This plant is from the human world, but it tolerates Devildom conditions quite well; in fact, it flourishes here – much like yourself. I’ve heard about your recent interest in flower meanings, would you happen to have learned about any of these?”

“Well, I’m not sure if it’s the same for purple basil, but basil is usually a symbol of love, right?”

“It is now, although I’ve read that it once symbolized hatred. It was said to drive men insane. What an interesting turn of events. Both the calla lilies and the bat flower symbolize transformation, strength, and mystery. However, the black calla lily has a rather unique association.” Barbatos paused and turned to face you. His tail wrapped around the back of your thighs and pulled you closer to him. He held your gaze seductively and spoke, slow and heavy: “forbidden love.”

Barbatos had brought you here on purpose – both to see that particular arrangement and because the hall was quiet and not prone to foot traffic. He gave you a gentle smile that smothered the spark of heat you had felt in his eyes.

You found yourself searching for something to say – to cut the charged tension in a still-very-public part of the castle. “It’s a beautiful arrangement, Barbatos.”

Barbatos chuckled and shook his head. “Oh, dear, I lost myself momentarily. Shall we continue to the garden?”

He didn’t wait for a response before he turned and began to walk. You immediately felt his tail drop and encircle one of your calves, pulling you along with him.

The table Barbatos had set up in the garden was filled with a variety of flowers. You could see that he had nearly completed another arrangement before you had arrived. Barbatos added a few more hell roses and a sprig of black grass before he wrapped it carefully. “I’m going to place this in an empty vase. You’re welcome to use whatever you’d like to create your arrangement.”

“Will you display it in the castle when I’m done?”

“I’d like to, yes – if you don’t mind.”

You grinned to yourself as Barbatos walked away. The thought of Barbatos looking at an arrangement you made throughout the week as he went about his duties left you nervous but eager to please. Instinctively, you reached for a blue anemone. Sure, you probably should have considered what would suit the castle and the potential surrounding décor, but all you could think about was Barbatos. You added a few purple hyacinths, and cursed baby blue eyes, rotating the placement of each selection, but you felt that something was missing. The pale blue glow of hell jasmine called to you. Strange; the scent of hell jasmine was said to make a demon extremely needy. Why would Barbatos want to display these in the castle? That seems a bit dangerous. However, on closer inspection, the scent had been hampered significantly compared to other times you had run into this plant.

“Let me guess,” Barbatos spoke up as he returned to the garden. “You’re wondering if that hell jasmine has had an effect on me today?”

“Sort of.”

“Worry not. This variety has been modified. Its scent has no power over me. That honor is all yours today. It’s perfectly safe to use in your arrangement.”

“Oh!” You felt the heat rise in your face. You weren’t sure you believed him with all his sweet-talking. But that didn’t matter. If the hell jasmine was safe to use, it would make for the perfect final touch. You wanted to surprise Barbatos with your creative decisions. “Close your eyes, please.”

“As you wish.” Barbatos made no attempt to get closer and shut his eyes. You finished your arrangement and brought it to Barbatos, holding it out to him like an offering.

“Okay, you can open your eyes.” You watched as a look of pleasant surprise was sketched on Barbatos’s face. The smile on his lips filled you with an unfamiliar pride – so warm and encompassing as if you had performed a miracle. There was no restraint in that smile. “I made it with you in mind.”

“Oh my.” Barbatos brought the knuckle of his index finger to his mouth. “I beg your pardon, but would you indulge my selfishness and put your arrangement in my room? There’s an empty vase on the table near the door.”

“You want to display it in your room?”

“I would feel better knowing something so thoughtfully crafted by you was in my room. I’m afraid I would feel quite jealous allowing someone else to admire it. That is, I want the sole joy of seeing it and thinking of you each day. Is that okay?”

“Are you certain the hell jasmine has had no effect on you?” You looked at him suspiciously as if that would distract from the way he flustered you.

“I’m afraid not. This seems to be a consequence of thinking about you so much today. Now, will you do me a favor and deliver those to my room? I believe you’re adept at finding my room on your own by now,” Barbatos added a seductive tinge to the last sentence. He turned you towards the entrance and gave you a gentle nudge. The warmth of his hand lingered as you headed to his room.

When you returned, Barbatos was carefully wrapping a bouquet of blue roses and darkness thyme – likely both of which were cultivated by Barbatos. It was simple, but the blue roses were stunning, and their rarity was only complemented by an equally rare herb. Barbatos tied a silky blue bow around the bouquet and held it out to you with both hands – an oddly elegant gesture.

“Where would you like me to put these?” you asked.

“No, my dear, these are for you.”

Your eyes widened and you took a closer look at the bouquet. Nine blue roses. Nine was for a timeless, eternal love. Blue roses signified mystery and uniqueness, but they could also mean something unattainable or impossible. You frowned. “Eternal love is impossible?”

Sure, maybe Barbatos wouldn’t love you forever, but that message seemed a bit cruel.

“Not quite.” Barbatos laughed at you softly. Had his laugh not been so sweet, you might have been upset. “Blue may represent the impossible, but here it is – a dream come true. If I can be so bold, you are a dream come true – the only one I could adore like this for all of time.”

The frown fell from your face, and you were left with shock and shyness. Something must have gotten into him today. In truth, the thought of the others giving you roses only encouraged Barbatos to charm you as much as he could, and that meant he would need to bare his heart to you. Barbatos pulled you in close and kissed you with a sweetness that matched his words.

“For a demon such as myself, eternal love is a rather serious proposal; will you still accept it?” His thumb ran across your lower lip.

“That would be a dream come true.” It was your turn to kiss and fluster him now. Hopefully none of the little D.s would go into the garden that afternoon.

Lucifer (1) | Mammon (2) | Leviathan (3) | Satan (4) | Asmodeus (5) | Beelzebub (6) | Belphegor (7) | Diavolo (8) | Luke (10) | Simeon (11) | Solomon (12) | Thirteen (13) | Raphael (14) | Mephistopheles (15)

[exchangestudentnova]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MC!!

Solomon

Beelzebub

Lucifer

[obeymycok]

MC’s Demon Form - Satan

Just to be clear, MC can use all their forms. This is just the one that the brothers first saw MC in. If you haven’t read the setup for these headcanons, as well as the pact headcanons that explain what’s happening here, I strongly recommend you do so (they will be linked below) Otherwise, on with the reactions!

Taglist: @trashlord-007  @waldeinsamkeit600  @simpinginthecorner  @xxgenderenvyxx  @q-ueue

Pact Headcanons     Setup

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“MC!!!” Mammon shouted as he sprinted to the fallen beast followed closely by the rest of the brothers. Apparently, too close. Mammon stopped dead in his tracks, feet still sliding over the dirt as his brothers crashed into him at full force. They all got up ready to curse him out, but the sight in front of them quickly shut them up.

There you were, but you looked like..?

Satan...

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Lucifer

Overall, he’s shocked more than anything 

He’s understandably a little concerned about temper tantrums because of Satan, but he’s willing to be patient

Pretty much baby proofs your sharp tail because of how many cuts Satan got from his on his legs

Dad of 6 is preparing for another Satan lmao

Mammon

Oooo scary MC

He tries to act all cool but he’s so terrified of pissing you off and it very much shows

Please do not yell at him, he will cry and he’s trying his best

For real though, he wants to see you kick some ass

Leviathan

Scared boi 2.0

He will also cry if you yell at him, but also if you look at him the wrong way

Reassure his self conscious ass, maybe a head pat or 2 to make him all blushy

“This is just like that anime ‘My Human Friend And Pact Mate Takes On Different Forms To Fight Evil Monsters’ it’s so good we have to binge it now!”

Satan

Suck it Lucifer

Another very shocked one, I’d say his pride and worry are about even

His demon form is dangerous and you could get very hurt MC...however...

Oh my GOD let him spar with you he promises he’ll take it easy but this is his love language!

Also will keep you informed on how to care for the form,offering to help when he takes care of himself

Asmodeus

“Oh my, MC! I hope all that anger isn’t going to cause you wrinkles.”

45 is like my favorite brother duo, so Asmo is hyping you both tf UP because I said so

One of the brothers who first starts tending to your wounds or any scars you may have gotten fighting or getting used to your wrath form

He just loves you and Satan so much he’s too excited to contain himself!!💖💖

Beelzebub

One worried giant

I’ll say it again, even though you’re all tired of it lol Satan’s form is DANGEROUS and the last thing he wants is someone else he cares for getting hurt or worse

Hesitant on watching you fight, knowing there’s a chance for getting more bloodied

Gives you his snacks when he senses your anger rising🥺

Belphegor

At least it isn’t Lucifer

Really though, he probably thinks Satan is pretty cool considering the skill it takes to out-maneuver Lucifer

He’s worried as fuuuuuck, but Beel’s got it covered so he tries not to let it show too much he fails

He’s also very VERY VERY excited to see you go all-out rage mode on some monsters so please let him watch👉👈

[asmomyluv]

Ok I’m thinking a little series on the relationship between each character! I love the friendship/family aspect of the game to here’s how it’ll go! Request any two characters that I haven’t already done and I’ll write hoe I think they interact/their dynamic! Unfortunately I won’t be doing Raphael, Thirteen, or Mephisto since I’m not there in the game. 😔

[asmotheavatarofhorny]

Chapter 1: And A Very Happy Birthday To You

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Wish Upon A Star is an Obey Me series where the player, AKA Yuki, is transported into the world of Obey Me on their 18th birthday.

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⚠️Warnings:

• OC (they’re very heavily based on MC with some creative liberties taken on my part, I just couldn’t bare to make an entire series using you/your pronouns, sorry)

• They/Them pronouns, no mention of physical gender/privates lmao

• Mentions of main character being 18

• Bad parental figures

• Isekai AU

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A/N: Hayy~ Idk what came over me but I suddenly had motivation after months of not having a single drop… Anyways, I’ve been working on birthday content for Asmo and will be posting several things for my darling tmrrw<3 Also, do you like the banner I made for this series? Idk if it’s bad or not, but I like it, so that must count for something, right? (⁎⁍̴̆Ɛ⁍̴̆⁎)

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The young teen sat at their kitchen counter, smiling softly as they listened to their favorite characters sing their praises and happy birthday wishes. ‘Finally,’ they thought as they stuck a single candle into their chocolate cupcake with bright blue frosting. It wasn’t a fancy cupcake, just one they had bought for a few dollars from a local convenience store, but it meant the world.

Tonight, at exactly 12:00 AM, Yuki would blow out the candle and wish themselves a happy 18th birthday.

Today was the day Yuki would finally be rid of it all. They would finally be able to move out of the dump they called a home, or rather, their mother called a home. Yuki’s mother had never really been with them. They lived together sure, but they rarely saw each other. Yuki’s mother was unemployed and partied all night long on most nights. She depended solely on Yuki’s meager earnings from their job as a cashier at Burger Queen.

Yuki sighed and turned towards their phone, the dim light and soft music coming from the speakers brought a wave of comfort over them, pulling them back from their thoughts.

They glanced at the time quickly before lighting their candle and blowing it out, their light breath a soft whisper of hope amidst the ashes of heart break and betrayal the world Yuki lived in was littered with.

“I wish that I had a harem of demons, just like in Obey Me,” Yuki muttered under their breath, a sigh that was intended to be a small laugh but ended up coming out as a dejected moan escaping their lips.

In an act of desperation, Yuki pushed themself up and off of the barstool they were planted on, cupcake in tow, before unceremoniously tossing it into the open lidded trash can. ‘There goes my hopes and dreams,’ Yuki thought to themself before grabbing their device and trudging back to their room.

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“Lucifer,” a voice muttered, echoing through the large chamber where they stood.

“Hm,” the silver haired man hummed in acknowledgement.

“It’s their birthday today,” rang out the voice.

“I’m aware.”

A short silence overtook the two before Lucifer spoke again, “You don’t think this will be overwhelming for them, Diavolo?”

Lucifer heard a chuckle from the red haired demon, followed by the tapping of footsteps on the hard tile. “Worried about them, are you?” He asked, “How very unlike the Avatar of Pride.”

Lucifer hummed yet again, his voice bounced off the large hall in a low purr, “Humans are fickle creatures. I wouldn’t want to send them into shock,” he said bluntly.

“Of course. You’re not the only one who cares for them, you know?”

“Yes, I know.”

Diavolo smirked and placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder before looking out onto the lake from the window they were stood in front of. “They say that a star falls every time a human makes a wish,” he started, and a bright light shot across the sky, illuminating the water and causing ripples to shine within it. It was so bright it could almost serve as the Devildom’s own personal sun. “The brighter it is, the stronger the human’s desire.”

Lucifer thought for a moment before turning to lock eyes with the red haired demon, “Why are you saying this?”

“Because that star was Yuki’s.”

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Yuki plopped down on their bed, their head resting briskly onto their pillow. They opened their phone yet again and were met with the soft purr of their favorite boy’s voice as the game loaded, and they let out a sigh of relief. The corners of their lips curled up into a smirk before they let themselves close their eyes.

Listening to the title music always made them so sleepy… And Lucifer’s voice certainly wasn’t helping. They held their phone to their chest, letting the soft tune lull them to sleep.

Beep Beep Beep

Yuki woke up with a start as their alarm blared right in their face. They quickly moved to shut it up, wiping the stream of stray drool from their chin before checking the time: 7:50 AM. Oh shit. They were late to school! Yuki jumped out of bed, scrambling to find some clothes to wear. They settled on a comfy oversized shirt and some baggy sweat pants. They really didn’t feel like dressing up today… Not that they ever did.

Yuki noted the bus pulling up at the stop across the road before they grabbed for their favorite ring, picked up their bag, and made off for the door.

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“Mammon! Get up dumbass, we’re gonna be late!” Shouted an exasperated sloth who always hitched a ride with his older brother since he was unable to take a drivers test for himself since he fell asleep every time, along with a certain glutton that rode with them as-well because Mammon never failed to have snacks nestled in between the seat cushions of his car.

“Okay, okay!” Mammon shouted through the loud pounding on his door. He picked up his DDD, glancing at the time: 7:50 AM. Shit.

Mammon scrambled to throw his uniform on, grumbling angrily as he struggled to get all the complicated buttons and straps settled comfortably on his body before he grabbed his bag and headed out the door.

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Yuki sighed as they sat down on the bus, close to the front so they didn’t have to deal with anyone unsavory. They always liked to grind Obey Me in the mornings, and it was hard when they had other people making fun of them for playing a silly dating game.

They tapped the screen idly, grinning at Lucifer’s grumbles about ‘not being a morning demon.’

They dragged an apple from the gift menu to give him, mirroring his soft smile upon receiving the treat.

“Hey, mind if I sit here?”

Yuki could feel a migraine coming on from the question. They really didn’t have the energy for this today.

“Uh, sure,” they answered, picking their bag up off the seat next to them and placing it on the floor before glancing back at their screen at the blushing Lucifer eagerly awaiting more pets and gifts. Yuki heard the shuffle of the other person sitting next to them, and they could feel unease plague their emotions as they felt themself being stared at.

“So, Lucifer’s your favorite?” The voice asked, effectively pulling Yuki out of their trance. Their eyes stayed fixed on Lucifer as the surprise guest ended, and they watched the screen fade back into the game’s Home Screen.

“Oh, uhm. I guess you could say that,” they answered, “I didn’t know anyone who went to this school played Obey Me.”

“Ah, my apologies. I don’t actually play the game myself, I just happen to know Lucifer personally.”

Yuki looked up, flabbergasted at the strange response. They locked eyes with the person and studied his brown eyes. That with his pale skin and white hair, mixed with the black vest and undershirt with a cream colored jacket to top everything off.

“Woah,” they muttered, almost inaudibly. “So you don’t play the game, and yet you’re still a cosplayer?” They remarked skeptically.

“Cosplayer? Oh, this,” the all too obvious Solomon ‘cosplayer’ hummed. “I hate to break it to you, but this isn’t a cosplay,” He grinned mischievously.

“Sure, sure. Man, you even have the poses down,” Yuki said, completely in awe of the detail on the ‘costume.’

Solomon glanced at his hand that Yuki was staring at which was in the air in a wave.

“Whenever Sol does that pose in game, I always think he wants a high-five,” Yuki giggled, looking back fondly on the memories of tapping Solomon’s hand lovingly.

“Sol? What a cute nickname. I have to say I’m honored to receive one from you, Yuki,” Solomon said with a smile.

“…Huh?” Yuki blinked at him before glancing outside of the bus for a moment, attempting to make sense of this situation. “Sorry, how do you know my name?”

Solomon chuckled lightly before answering, “It’s merely something I picked up in passing.”

“Oh. Okay…?” Yuki looked down at their phone screen again, noting Lucifer’s pouty face. ‘Are you neglecting me on purpose so I’ll pine for you?’ It read, and Yuki immediately felt bad for leaving him for so long. They tapped his shoulder softly and his pout turned into his normal resting face as he prattled on about Diavolo. ‘Typical,’ they thought.

“He’s rather cute on the little screen like that,” Solomon noted, “He looks so vulnerable standing there.”

‘Oh right, this guy’s still here,’ Yuki thought annoyedly.

“Mind if I tap him?” The sorcerer asked with a grin. Truth be told, Yuki didn’t really like other people to touch their stuff, but it was just one tap, right?

“Oh, uh.. Sure?” They answered.

Solomon reached over and lightly poked Lucifer on the shoulder, just as Yuki had done earlier.

Just as he had done that Lucifer’s head fell and his eyebrows furrowed, as he prattled on about how untrustworthy Solomon is.

Yuki held in a laugh at the message, glancing over at Solomon to see his reaction.

Classically, he looked rather taken aback, unsure what to think about it.

“Seems he isn’t very fond of you, huh?” Yuki laughed, and Solomon merely glared playfully at the teen.

‘Maybe this guy isn’t so bad after all…?’

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