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with-love-from-hell · 2 years ago

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5 Sides of Human

{Part Twenty-Two}

Genre: Mixed

WC: ~6.8k

CW: Illusion to past trauma, Storm has a stutter but I am not depicting it with written word consistently, prolly lots of typos lol, spoilers for season 1&2, heavy drinking, Fern is overprotective and alludes to Storm and Lucifer’s sex life, Solomon is kind of a dick lol, Anxiety/panic attacks, violent behaviors/throwing things/threats of violence? I'm skipping over/changing some things I didn't like in the main story so it will be a bit different from canon!

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"I already know there's going to be a party..." Storm sighed, finally hearing the door to the ballroom slam in the distance. "Why do they always have to try to make them "surprise" parties regardless?"

"Who knows." Vivi shrugged lazily, hoisting herself up onto the garden wall. "Maybe 'cause they thrive on chaos."

“You’d think they’d eventually get tired of it.” Storm shook her head, plopping down cross-legged in the grass.

"I don't know what y'all are complaining about. Parties at the castle are baller as hell." Fern smirked, trying to tossing pebbles at one of Mammon's familiars to bother it. It cawed loudly and bounced toward them in annoyance, before whipping the rocks back at them harder.

"Agreed." Heart nodded. "Besises, do you know how good Devildom bud is? Like damn."

Sarah skipped around the garden, plucking flowers to weave into Storm's hair. "Oooo yeah, true that. Plus Diavolo agreed to let me play music from our world to make things more interesting. Can you imagine Asmo getting down to W.A.P? What a sight to behold, bahaha!"

Heart smiled dreamily. "Eheh, yeah..."

"I mean, I'm not exactly fond of big parties. I guess they just aren't really my thing." Storm shrugged, pulling at the pristinely even blades of grass. "If it was just like, all of us, I'd be totally fine. But I don’t know who they’re all planning on inviting. I still hardly know all of the other demons."

"You hadn't gotten closer to anyone else during the first exchange year?" Vivi kicked her feet, trying to hide her surprise. It wasn't like Storm was unlikable. If anything, Vivi found her more tolerable than any other human they’d ever met. And with how attached it seemed like all of the brothers were to her, she figured making friends came easy.

"Well, their opinions on Humans are still changing, and there's a few that still aren't happy with the exchange program at all." Storm sighed. "Plus, making friends has always been...difficult."

"What?!" Fern and Sarah gaped at her, confused by her statement. "How tho?"

"Yeah, you're cool." Heart now sat beside her, mimicking her position in the grass. "What's not to like?"

She shrugged again. "Even when I first got here, the brothers seemed to not like me very much. And I was too anxious to try to hang out with the other exchange students on my own. Mammon was the only one who grew really close to me fast, but even that took like a week or two."

"Well they all seem to adore you now." Heart observed. "So why does the time it takes for someone to get to know you matter?"

"We all seemed to get pretty close within a matter of weeks." Sarah finally knelt behind Storm, running her fingers through Storm's hair. "I dunno, Babe, maybe you're just overthinking it. Why not let loose and have some fun, hon?"

Storm shrugged again. She didnt really want to go into explicit detail on how her relationships with the brothers had changed- especially with Belphie. She held her head in her hands, giving another sigh. "I know parties for celebrations are just kind of their thing, but I dunno. I just don't think I need all this for passing a stupid test."

“Don't undersell your accomplishments, little red." Solomon smiled, causing everyone’s attention to turn to him. No one had heard him approach, but now he stood, confidently leaning back against the fountain.

Vivi narrowed their eyes at him. “What are you doing here, you deranged Muppet of a man?”

“Hey now!” Solomon laughed, finding Vivi’s attempt at an insult amusing. “Am I not allowed to visit my lovely fellow humans just for leisure's sake?”

“No. Go away.” Vivi snarled, clenching her fists on the wall. Of all of the individuals she had met in the Devildom thus far, the most infuriating one had to be Solomon. They didn’t like the way he seemed so cocky and overconfident about everything, and especially didn’t like the way he seemed to talk down to others- even if they themselves were oblivious to it. Witnessing his and Storm’s interactions were especially frustrating, as she could tell his obvious attempts at flirting went right over her head.

“Here Sully!” Sarah grinned, patting the ground next to her. “Come sit with us!”

Solomon ignored Vivi’s demand for him to leave, approaching Sarah’s place behind Storm. He sat next to the two of them, outstretching his legs until they bumped into Storm’s. She scooted over slightly, but his leg only followed. Vivi glared at him, clenching their teeth. Part of them wondered when they grew so protective over Storm. She pushed the thought away as anger festered further, watching Solomon take a few strands of her hair in his hand, mimicking Sarah’s movements.

"Anyway, changing the subject kinda..." Fern interjected, finally deciding they werr done trying to chase the crow through the garden. "I've been meaning to ask...what's the deal with you and old man killjoy?"

Storm blinked, trying to hide the slight blush on her cheeks as the others stared at her expectantly. "Wh-what do you mean?"

"Like...are you guys a thing, orr..?"

"Oh...OH." Storm laughed nervously, waving her hand in dismissal. "No, we're not."

"But you two made out on the ferris wheel." Sarah commented, causing Storm's face to suddenly turn a deep red. "We all saw! So give us the juicy deets. Like, does Lucifer have a small dick? He kinda always seems like he's over compensating!"

"Sarah, come on." Heart groaned.

"What!? I'm curious!" She pouted.

"You two are always hanging out alone in his office late at night 'n stuff too." Fern added, narrowing their eyes. "So whats up? You guys have like a secret oath that you can't talk about it or something?"

"There's nothing..." Storm sighed, dropping her eyes away from the others. "There's nothing between us. At least, I don't think there is."

"What do you mean by that?" Fern asked, crossing their arms.

"Like...I guess we've kissed a couple times, but that's been basically it. And it seems like immediately after we do, he acts like he wants nothing to do with me for a while. So i dunno..."

"Do you like him?" Vivi asked pointedly, studying Storm's expression carefully.

"Well...yeah." She swallowed, feeling awkward to finally talk to anyone else about her feelings for the eldest outside of brief moments where she confided in Beelzebub. "I do."

"Seriously, Storm." Fern sighed. "You can do so much better. He sucks!"

"Agreed." Vivi added, shaking her head. "He's basically a glorified boot licker."

Storm chuckled. "I mean, I know Lucifer's a hard ass. But I sort of find it...endearing?"

Fern groaned with disgust. "Stormmmm."

"I mean I know you guys don't like him, but..." Storm paused, reminiscing on the moments of intimacy with Lucifer over her time in the Devildom. He calmed her anxiety often, and seemed to have an index in his brain of all of her favorite things. They both had shared with the other inner thoughts and feelings that they wouldn't dream of sharing with anyone else, and found comfort in each other's presence. Not to mention their shared personality traits for organization, perfection, and love of music, that seemed to allow them to be vulnerable. All of it seemed too much to share at this time, but maybe they would come to understand it later. "I just...I’ve seen a different side to him that he doesn't always show to others."

"Well I mean that's a given," Sarah added, now utilizing some of the flowers in her braid. "He is so whipped for you, babe! Like, forreal!"

"Huh?" Storm tried to turn to face her, but Sarah forced her head to stay straight.

"Don't look so shocked." Vivi scoffed. "Literally anyone with eyes could see it."

“It’s gross.” Fern mumbled. “Like, he couldn’t make it any more obvious if he tried.”

"I dont..." Storm shook her head. "I mean, he's so hot and cold though. Some times I guess I can see that he maybe likes me, but others it seems like I'm just sort of...there?"

“Lucifer definitely has a soft spot for you, Red.” Solomon smiled, leaning over to catch her eyes. “He just won’t admit to it, so you’d have to make the first move.”

“See? Even Solomon agrees!” Heart smiled. “You should go for it! Ask him on a date!”

“Please for the love of all that is holy, don’t.” Fern begged. “You can do so much better than that musty old fuck!”

“Agreed.” Vivi added immediately, shaking their head. “I don’t get why you’re so into him in the first place.”

“Oh stop!” Sarah rolled her eyes. “He’s a hottie, and he’s got money, AND he’s got power. What more could you want?”

Storm opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Heart.

“Sarah, I highly doubt Storm is the sugar baby type- that’s more your speed.”

Sarah giggled and stuck her tongue out at them, giving a sly wink.

Heart laughed, shaking their head. “Seriously though. Don’t listen to them. You should ask him on a date.

"Well, wait a minute now...” Solomon interjected, the smirk on his face from before now was pressed into a thin line, threatening to become a frown. “You might want to first consider if dating a demon is something you should do.”

Storm and the others glanced toward him. She tried carefully not to turn her head and mess up the braid Sarah was twisting into it. She felt a mixture of curiosity and nervousness bubble in her stomach when she saw Solomon’s expression. “W-what do you mean?”

“Well,” Solomon sighed, briefly turning his gaze in a different direction. He felt pity for Storm, not wanting to crush her hopes too much, but he wanted her to think practically instead of being guided by her heart. “Demons are different from humans in a lot of ways- emotionally and physically. They live for a very long time- much longer than you’d even expect. For them, you’re just a small blip on their life path, and could be easily forgotten after a century or two.”

Storm frowned, dropping her gaze to her lap. Solomon’s words were like a dagger being thrusted right into her heart. She didn’t think she was overly special already, but having Solomon point out how really insignificant she would be to Lucifer, and by association, his brothers, only fueled her self-hatred.

Vivi jumped off the wall, rolling up their sleeves. They couldn’t believe Solomon even had the audacity to ignore her, let alone say something so hurtful toward Storm. “That’s it, you dollar-store David Blaine! Get the fuck out!”

Solomon coughed and gagged as Vivi quickly yanked up his cloak. She ignored his attempts to free himself or reason with her, instead dragging him toward the castle. Sarah and Heart Jumped up, trying to free Solomon from Vivi’s strong grasp.

Fern, frowned, watching Storm’s demeanor as she absentmindedly picked at her arms instead of following the others. They hadn’t known her long, but they knew enough to understand how insecure she was. As much as they hated Lucifer, they hated seeing such a lovely person like Storm so...well...sad.

“Hey...” They scooted in the grass toward her, trying to do it in a goofy manner to get a laugh out of her. Unfortunately, she refused to even look at them. They sighed, taking a minute to think of what they could say to make her feel better. “I...I don’t think Lucifer or his brothers would forget you that easily.”

Storm glanced up, and Fern was now able to see the shine of tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. She curiously searched Fern’s eyes for sincerity, in their statement, dropping her gaze in silence after a tense few seconds. Finally, she gave a small shrug in response.

Fern sighed again, grabbing Storm’s hand. “Seriously, I mean it. You’re important to them- like family. And you don’t forget family. No matter how much time has passed. I mean, hell! They still talk about their sister as if she didn’t die a thousand years ago!”

Storm pondered their words for a moment, feeling some comfort in them. She looked up, giving them a small smile. “Thanks, Fern.”

“Care to explain why you dragged me to this café, Fern?” Lucifer grumbled, annoyed that the green haired human had interrupted the planning of Storm’s celebration at the castle. They only had a few hours left before the party was set to begin before Fern demanded he leave with them in a very annoyed tone. He would have refused if not for the incessant screeching from their vocal cords when he has tried to turn them down, and he knew they wouldn’t stop until they got their way.

Lucifer snorted. “Ah, yes. That silly cook-off you did with Solomon. Tell me, how does one manage to follow perfect instructions and still create such a monstrosity?”

Fern whipped around to face him after taking their place in the line to order coffee. They scrunched their face into a scowl, annoyed that Sarah demanded that they and Belphie do their trade-off punishments for losing the bets tonight. “Listen grandpa, I don’t like this any more than you do. I lost a bet, so I have to spend at least an hour out with you. If I had the option, I’d rather chew my own foot off.”

“Hey! Cooking isn’t as easy as Storm made it seem.” Fern pouted, crossing their arms.

Lucifer chuckled, shaking his head and mimicking Ferns posture. “I hardly stand to agree that cooking is very hard, though Storm does make the act look much more seamless.”

Fern narrowed their eyes at the softness that now glimmered behind his ruby eyes. They had been meaning to use this time to tell him to back off of Storm once and for all, but something behind the expression temporarily shifted their thoughts about the two getting together. Perhaps it was possible that he had her best interest at heart, and she did look so happy when they were together...

No. Fern internally scolded themselves. Even if they did compliment each other, they were sure Lucifer’s intentions were not good. That should be evident in the way he seemed to be so hot-and-cold toward her all the time. And they were sure his arrogance would not allow for him to wear his emotions so candidly, and that was something they knew Storm deserved.

Fern opened their mouth to speak, but the barista’s “how can I serve you two?” from behind alerted them that it was their turn to order. There was a pause in conversation as they both ordered their coffee of choice and sat at a table in the corner of the cafe. Silently, they sipped their drinks until Fern cleared their throat.

“Actually, I do want to talk to you about something since none of your idiot siblings are around to hear.” They muttered, glaring at him over their drink. “I don’t like having to spend ‘quality time’ with you, so I’ll kill two birds with one stone.”

“And what might that topic of conversation be?” Lucifer raised a brow, curious to know what Fern had wanted to talk with him alone about. His only assumption being that they wanted to butter him up to negotiate better marks in their classes, but the way in which they spoke to him now made that possibility unlikely.

“Storm.”

Lucifer’s eyes widened slightly. The coffee cup paused on his lips as he waited for Fern to elaborate on why anything involving Storm would worthy of a private conversation. The longer they stayed silent, the bigger the anxious pit in his stomach became. Finally he lowered his cup, choosing to ask for an elaboration.

“And..? What about her?”

Fern glowered, crossing their arms on the table. “I think you know what.”

Lucifer blinked in confusion. “I assure you, I do not. Are you having a conflict with her, or has she done something wr-”

“Do you think I’m that stupid? Like genuinely?” Fern’s tone was cold, and little emotion spare for anger could be detected behind it.

“What?? Fern, you need to elaborate on what it is you’re trying to convey here.” Lucifer shook his head, now irritated with the vagueness in their speech. “What has Storm done that has caused you to be so irate?”

“She hasn’t done shit, you dense bastard.” Fern hissed. “The problem is you.”

Lucifer paused, furrowing his brow. “Me?”

“Did I stutter? Yes, YOU.” Fern snapped.

“Wha- I...What?” Lucifer shook his head now completely flabbergasted with the trajectory of this conversation. “I can’t say I understan-”

“Listen, you musty old fuck!” Fern nearly leaped to their feet, spilling their coffee in the process. They aggressively pointed a finger at him in an accusatory manner, as the words dripped like venom from their lips. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing with her, but I don’t like the idea of you trying to sneak around and get your nasty dick all up in her business! Her heart isnt a toy for you to play with!”

Lucifer was taken aback by the sudden aggression, causing him to take longer to process what they were saying. Other patrons looked on in confused interest, trying to listen in on what Fern was saying. No one had the audacity to treat the Avatar of Pride in such a way, so they were quite interested to see how Lucifer would respond.

“Fern, what in Diavolo’s name are you talking about?” He hissed, trying to coax them back to a seated position.

“I’m talking about the way you’re clearly trying to get in Storm's pants!” Fern snapped, plopping back down in their seat with their arms crossed tightly over their chest. They were annoyed with Lucifer’s initial confusion with their words, but the way his face paled when he realized what they were talking about only fueled their anger. “You think no one noticed that you made out with her at the fair?! I know what you’re doin’, and you better back off before I get Vivi to kick your teeth in!”

Lucifer swallowed hard, not realizing that he had been so flippant in his affectionate interactions with Storm. He tried to figure a way out of this encounter, opting to try to worm his way out of it by trying to convince them that he had no feelings for her. “Listen, Fern. I’m not sure why you’re so bothered by this, but Storm and I have nothing going between us. Whatever you saw was not what it appeared to be.”

“Nuh-uh. Don’t you sit here and try to gaslight me. I see how you look at her. I ain’t stupid.”

“Fern, I’m telling you-”

They shook their head aggressively. “Nope!"

Lucifer sighed and pinched his brow in frustration, trying desperately to cover his tracks. “Fern, would you just listen to me. it’s not like-”

“LIAR.” They yelled back, interrupting his attempts at denying his emotions

“Alright!” Lucifer hissed, now painfully aware of the whispers happening around them. “Alright...I...I do have...feelings for her. Are you happy now? But I’m not sure how- or if I even should- convey them to her.”

“Oh, so you’re fine with just fucking around with her when you think no one’s watching and then acting like she means less than dirt to you when there are?”

The words fell harshly on Lucifer’s ears, causing him to look away from the human. He didn’t want to think of it like that- and he surely was conveying some respect toward Storm when they weren’t alone...wasn’t he?

After a moment of silence, Fern shook their head. “I don’t know who you think you are. It’s not like we’re blind! And she has definitely made her feelings for you obvious. So why do you keep playing this stupid game with her?”

“My intention was not to 'play a game', or treat her with any disrespect...” Lucifer scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Is...that really how she feels?”

Fern sighed, rolling their eyes. “Well...she hasnt said it like that...but she’s definitely confused! And she is hurt by the fact that you keep reeling her in and then casting her aside. What do you think that does to a person?”

Lucifer paused, taking in what Fern had to say. For a moment, he wondered if they were exaggerating her feelings about him to scare him off, but he felt it in their interactions. Perhaps they were right, and that he was just playing a game to avoid confronting his true emotions, but he also knew Storm had enough sense to deal with this on her own.

“Fern...I understand your concern for Storm’s emotions, but she’s an adult, and can handle them on their own without your interference in her affairs.”

“I know she’s not a baby, jack ass.” Fern growled, pointing at him again. “I don’t like that she likes some grumpy old fart like you already, but she doesn’t deserve to be hurt by someone she can do a million times better than. I’ve only known her for a little while, but she’s genuinely the best human I’ve ever met, and I cherish her. So if you decide to keep fucking around with her, I’ll personally make sure that you regret it.”

Lucifer nodded, absorbing what Fern had to say. Part of him wondered if Fern was just being over protective, but he knew there was truth to what they were saying. Storm was very sensitive, and he deeply cared for her, just as Fern does. He felt guilt fester in his chest, not wanting to accept that he managed to cause her more harm than he already had...but he knew he should either end things with her, or tell her how he felt. The problem being that he wasn’t sure if he was ready or able to do either of those things.

He took a deep breath, deciding to lay his heart out to Fern. He was hesitant at first, both because of his pride and because of his fear that they would gossip, but ultimately, the fact that they had this conversation with him independently allowed him to extend some trust. “Listen, Fern...I understand your concern, and you may not believe me, but I do care deeply for her. The last thing I want is to be the cause of her hurt...but I...” he paused, trying to find the words to say. “...I’m not sure how a relationship between a human and a demon- especially one of high social accolade- would be received amongst the three realms. And that makes it difficult for me to communicate how I feel to her.”

Fern rolled their eyes. Of course he was using his status as an excuse. Before they get a word in before Lucifer continued:

“I would go so far as to say that I...I love her.” Lucifer swallowed, uncertain of how it felt to say the words out loud. “But I don’t know if I can give her the care she deserves, so I do believe you're right- in that she does deserve better than i can offer.”

Fern flinched in surprise that Lucifer would even agree with what they had said already, let alone confide his feelings in them. They were sure that Lucifer was truly malicious in the way he was acting, but after seeing the dejection in his eyes and the difficulty he clearly had saying any of this out loud, they began to grow somewhat sympathetic to him. After a moment, they sighed.

“Look. You’re a WAD, and I don’t like you. But...I guess if you make her happy and treat her right, I can live with that. But I mean it when I say I’ll end you if you fuck her up. So you better get your shit together and decide if you want to tell her how you feel or rip the band-aid off before she gets more attached, and you better do it soon.”

“Understood. “ Lucifer paused, now narrowing his eyes slightly. “Though, I will say that you would be wise to watch your tone the next time you decide to have a serious conversation with me.”

Fern made a fart noise with their mouth and turned their head to look out the window, clearly disinterested in anything else he had to say. Lucifer found mild annoyance in the act, but more so felt appreciation. He admired how deeply they cared for Storm, even going so far as challenging a being who was easily 100 times their strength in order to protect her. Similar to his brothers, they had managed to develop a strong bond with her over such a short period of time. He found himself wondering what in the 3 realms was wrong with the other humans Storm had come into contact with that made them not like her. Regardless, he was happy that she had come to them, and was able to build a strong foundation of support- the likes of which she probably hadn’t experienced in a long time.

To say that the celebration at the castle was a disaster would be an understatement.

Between the expected chaos caused by the brothers and the exchange students on a normal basis, one would think there would still be some semblance of control that could be reigned on the rowdy group of individuals. Adding on Diavolo’s incessant flirting with Storm, Solomon continuously trying to infiltrate the kitchen to prepare his own special meal for the celebration, and the fact that Simeon had gotten way more intoxicated than intended, and you would think that would be enough to send Lucifer into a raging fit. But it only worsened from there.

Amidst the shouting and flinging of food across the table, Storm sought refuge in the gardens, just outside the dining room, pressing her back against the cool brick of the castle with a sigh. Who knew that the night could turn so disastrous in a single instant. She slid down to the ground, trying to close out the sounds of yelling and crashing from the dining room.

“There isn’t a moments piece with all of them in one room together, is there?”

Storm shot her attention up, shocked to see a relatively calm-looking Barbatos step into the garden. He smiled at her, but she could still see the underlying coldness that he harbored for her in every expression he made. She dropped her gaze down, pulling her legs up to her chest and hugging them.

“I’m sorry, I know this is because of me.” She sighed, trying to hide her face from him. “I insisted that we didn’t need a celebration, but I think that only pushed them to try to make it more ‘fun.’”

Barbatos chuckled, shaking his head. “You are not the cause for their behavior. Frankly, I believe the brothers are typically more well behaved with you around.”

Storm shrugged. “Either way, I still feel partially at fault. I promise I’ll help clean up the mess they cause.”

Barbatos felt his heart flutter at the offer, but squashed the feeling quickly. “There’s no need to continuously fix the rubble they create in their wake, Miss Storm. The brothers are more than capable of cleaning their own messes.”

“I mean, yeah...” She sighed, glancing up at him again. “But I know this causes more stress for you and Diavolo, and I dont want that to-.”

Storm is interrupted by a horn of demonous shattering against the window near her head, followed by Lucifer’s booming yell. She covered her head and screamed, seemingly anticipating being hit by something- or someone.

Barbatos raised a brow, the reaction producing a curiosity within him. Storm’s behavior was perplexing to him. He anticipated that someone with as much raw power as her to willfully use it to get...well, whatever it was that they wanted. After making a pact with Lucifer, he assumed she would next come for him, or for the demon lord himself. But after seeing her continued disinterest in him, he was uncertain what to make of her.

Barbatos sighed quietly, feeling his heart sink with guilt for how he had been treating her. Either she was so good at acting that she was even able to fool someone with the ability of foresight, or she really was just a harmless, frail woman.

He waited for a moment as her breaths came out rapidly between sobs, as if trying to see if she was faking the reaction. His expression softened when she wiped away her tears with the sleeve of her shirt and began subtly rocking herself back and forth.

Barbatos approached slowly and gesturing to the space next to her. “May I?”

Storm swallowed, trying to regulate her breathing. After a moment she nodded, running her hands rapidly through her hair to try to calm herself as the chaos continued inside. Barbatos tried to offer a warmer smile, but she refused to look at him. He hesitated at first, but after a moment of consideration, he extended his arm behind her back, slowly bringing her closer to his side. He held her loosely, rubbing the area near her shoulder blade with his thumb to try to calm her down. The noise inside slowly dwindled, and was replaced the sound of Lucifer ordering the others to clean up the space and scolding them for their behavior.

“I’m sorry.” Storm finally murmured after some time, causing Barbatos to tilt his head curiously.

“For?”

Her breath caught as she tried to speak. “For putting you out of your way...For the extra work I keep making you do. For not being more formal and for just expecting you to do stuff, like make accommodations for Malice earlier last week...I dunno...Just...all of it. I know you don’t like me, and I’m sorry you keep having to deal with my shit.”

Barbatos glanced down at the ground, letting her words soak in his brain. Perhaps he had been treating her a bit unfairly...“I appreciate the sentiment, Miss Storm. But you have nothing to apologize for.”

She shook her head, but said nothing in response. Barbatos sighed, squeezing her arm gently. “For someone with the amount power that you hold, I wouldn’t expect you to act like a timid faun in the face of conflict.” He mused, staring out into the garden.

“I don’t like conflict.” Storm stated flatly, clutching herself tightly. “I’ve seen enough of it in my life. I just want peace.”

Barbatos watched her for a moment, feeling her sigh beneath his hold. “I know I may have come off as cold towards you, but you must understand that I take the safety of the young master and his kingdom very seriously. I was only acting out of concern for that, though I see now that you aren’t the threat that I anticipated you to be.” Barbatos chuckled, shaking his head. “You can barely tolerate someone raising their voice at you, I’m not sure how I expected you to overthrow an entire monarchy.”

Storm flushed, sinking away from him. Barbatos glanced at her, clearing his throat. “Perhaps we got off on the wrong standing. I would like you to join me here for tea next week, to allow myself the opportunity to get to know you better.”

“Will Lord Diavolo be there?” She asked nervously, uncertain about coming alone given the way the prince was acting toward her.

“No, this will be just for you and I.” Barbatos eyed her curiously, surprised again when he saw her shoulders visibly loosen their tension and she breathed a sigh of relief.

“Good...” She initially let the word slip out without thinking, then the tension and anxiety reappeared in her demeanor. “Er...w-well, I don’t mean it like that!! He...he just...makes me nervous.”

Barbatos chuckled, this time though, it felt more genuine. “Not to worry. It’s natural for you to be intimidated by a future king- especially one of demon kind. I know the young master has a hard time manifesting self control, and can sometimes be off-putting. I’ve tried working with him on that, but his excitement seems to always get the best of him.”

Storm let out a small laugh, which lifted Barbatos’ lips into smile. They sat quietly for a bit longer, watching the large Helluna Moths flutter around the garden. Barbatos’ thumb seemingly moving on its own as it continued rubbing the same spot on Storm’s shoulder blade.

Lucifer was just about at his wits ends with everyone’s behavior when he saw Storm quietly excuse herself to the garden. He was hurt to see a celebration that was supposed to be for her delve so far into chaos that she needed to leave. It didn’t help that Diavolo went against Lucifer’s warning again, and had procured human world alcohol. Without a doubt, it caused Fern and Sarah to get piss drunk, which in turn grated on Vivi’s nerves to the extreme. Amidst the chaos, he had somehow lost track of Beel, assuming he was on some hunger-fueled rampage through the cupboards in the kitchen of the castle. What’s worse, is that the only other individuals capable of managing at least some of the chaos- that being Storm and Barbatos- were nowhere to be found. Even Diavolo had long ago passed out in a drunken stooper at his place at the head of the table, leaving the chaos to be handled by him alone.

“Cease this tomfoolery at once! All of you!” Lucifer desperately tried to regain control of his brothers, snatching away their demonus horns and plates before they could damage more of them than they already had.

“Shut it Lulu-lemon.” Sarah slurred, nearly falling over with how drunk they were. “You just needa chill da fuck out, mmkay?”

Lucifer seethed, his wings beginning to unfurl as the anger continued to rise steadily within him. “Sarah, If you don’t hand over that glass right now, I will come over there and pry it out of your hands.”

Sarah giggled manically, sloshing her drink around as she tried to hold it against her chest. “Make me!”

Lucifer growled, but his words were interrupted by Vivi nearly screaming as she whipped around in her chair. “For once I agree with the Sith Lord here. Shut the fuck up and stop spilling your drink on me!”

Sarah leaned her body over Vivi, pouting dramatically. “Oh come on now, you don’t have to keep hiding the fact that you looooove me!”

“Listen Bimbo, I’m warning you.” Vivi snarled back, pushing Sarah off and standing to face her.

“Fight! Fight! Fight!” Fern began chanting, shouting over the chaos and catching some of the others’ attention.

“Now, Fern.” Simeon smiled, but his eyes were glazed over with his own drunken haze. “We don’t want to encourage this kind of behavior, do we?”

“Yes we do.” Satan grinned. “Kick her ass, Vivi!”

Lucifer sighed angrily as he saw Vivi begin to take a fighting stance. He walked over to Sarah, picking her up under his arm and walking her away from Vivi despite protests from Satan and Fern. She whined as he tightened his grip on her to prevent her from wriggling out from under his arms, now addressing the rest of the room.

“All of you- retire to your respective rooms at once. We’re done here.” he said tersely over his shoulder. “Anyone who refuses will-”

Lucifer’s eyes widen as he feels a sharp sting coming on his lower back. he whips his head around, seeing a very drunk Belphie gripping a handful of his feathers, seemingly attempting to rip them off. Lucifer dropped a giggling Sarah to the floor with a loud thud, now gripping a squirming Belphegor by the shirt collar. Throughout their exchange, there was loud, cackling laughter from Fern, Satan, and Mammon.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” Lucifer growled angrily into Belphie’s face.

“Uh...nothing?” Belphie refused to meet his eyes, trying desperately to hide the feathers he could get in the sleeves of his sweater. “I was just...uh...”

Lucifer gritted his teeth, tossing Belphie to the floor next to Sarah. A dark aura wafted from behind his back, causing the rest of the room to suddenly grow silent. “I’ve had enough of this! Get your asses to bed, now! Tomorrow you will all be put to work by Barbatos. I will see to it that you work your fingers to the bone before I will be satisfied with your punishment!”

“Hold up- I hope you’re not including me in this!” Vivi crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at Lucifer.

“I said ALL of you.” Lucifer snapped, turning and walking toward where he saw Storm disappear to. He needed to do something to calm himself down from the unspeakable rage he felt in every inch of his body. His attempts at keeping himself calm were failing, and he feared what he would do if the others continued to push him over the edge.

“Fuck you, Mothman!” Lucifer closed his eyes, muttering under his breath before turning back toward Vivi, just in time to see a horn of demonus thrown in his direction. He moved out of the way just as it whipped by his head, smashing into a thousand pieces against the large bay window behind him.

His anger had surly reached its limit, but before his body allowed him to unload, he paused. The noise was unmistakable, even if he had never heard her reach a level of intensity such as this before. Storm’s scream echoed through his head after it ceased, the emotion behind it holding genuine terror. He glanced at the window briefly before turning back to Vivi, who now had a look of shame on her face, for she clearly had not expected Storm to be just outside the window, nor expected such a horrified reaction to come out in response to the action.

Lucifer regained his bearings spreading out his wings wide. His voice held firm as it took a volume they had rarely heard, sobering the individuals in the room instantly "Clean this up. Now!”

Within moments, everyone had scattered around the room to take to a task. Some picked up glass and percaline shards, while others began clearing the table and rushing dishes to the kitchen. It seemed the tension now sobered them up well enough to actually do something other than be loud and destructive.

Lucifer sighed, relieved that they finally obeyed his orders, but was still fuming that it had taken this much to get them to act. He took a deep breath and turned to go check on Storm, only to be faced with a very worried-looking Beelzebub, soaked from head to toe.

“Lucifer...I messed up...” He whimpered, trying not to make eye-contact with his clearly irate older brother.

“What now?” Lucifer hissed; the exasperation in his tone was obvious.

Beel chewed his lip for a minute and extended his arms. Lucifer sucked in a terse breath when he saw the broken pieces of a record Beelzebub held in his hands.

“Beel...That’s not my cursed Siren record, is it?” Lucifer’s eyes widened as he searched Beelzebub’s face for any sort of hope that he was incorrect. How he had even gotten a hold of it was impressive on its own.

“uh...yeah...it is.” Beel’s tone was soft, and was coated in remorse as he stared at the floor. “I was trying to make a special drink for Storm to congratulate her on her exam scores, and it says in order to be perfect you have to listen this record while making it...so...I borrowed it...but I didn’t realize how powerful the curse in it was and-”

“Beel...” Lucifer breathed rapidly, his nostrils flaring as he snatched the broken pieces out of his hand.

“I-I’m sorry...I know I should have asked you before taking it. I was just so excited for Storm, and wanted to give her something special.” Beel whined, feeling horrible for damaging one of Lucifer’s prized records.

“No...Beel...” Lucifer shook his head, and Beel finally looked up to see the panic and fear present on his face. “You don’t even realize what you’ve done.”

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ashomodeus · 3 years ago

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The boys Randomly Admiring Mc

Part 1: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi

Part 2: Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie

Part 3: Solomon, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon

I started off with them just admiring Mcs body in a nonsexual way but lost track of the plot

Solomon

- Mc and Solomon were on a date they both laid down on the ground. Solomon got up to grab something and He looks down at a smiling Mc.

- They looked stunning. Mc wore atire for warmer weather as they were sun bathing. They looked as if they were in a painting. Solomon smiled and took a picture of Mc. Later on in the night Solomon laid in bed. He grabbed his phone and looked at the photo he took of Mc. The way their eyes were captured in the light. The way they laid was graceful. He could stare at this photo forever and would not regret it.

- He fell in love, he waited so long for this feeling and the feeling gets stronger everytime he sees Mc. Their arms that held him, their body that he wanted to kiss all over.

-They are a work of art and that art he wants to cherish. He smiled at his phone.

-He sets that photo as his lockscreen. No spell could amount to their beauty. He was in a trance and he did not mind it at all.

-He was just happy to be with the one he loves. Even if he looks away from the photo he will always have that memory inside his head. That beauty is unforgettable.

Diavolo

- Diavolo was always observant of Mc, their presence made his heart feel full even in the loneliest of days. The two took a walk in the moonlight. He watched as Mc would drag him to random parts of the park. He's honestly like a school girl when it comes to Mc. Mc made him feel loved. Mc made him feel at peace maybe because Mc was his peace.

-He always reminds Mc of their beauty every single morning right before his workout he would text Mc and if he could he would find Mc to tell them in person. He loves the way Mc does everything, breathes, smiles, laughs, oh yheir laugh made him melt he would do anything to hear it.

-He held Mc's arm to stop and look at them. The moonlight hit their face perfectly they looked like a dream. He pulled them into a hug and kissed them on the cheek.

-All Diavolo wanted to do was hug them and never let go. Their body warmed his as he embraced them. He let go and stared once more. He couldnt help but to look at Mc all over. He would constantly keep track of what parts of their body Mc was insecure about. Mc trusted Diavolo with all their insecurities and Diavolo would never let Mc down. He would cherish Mc with all of his heart.

-The two sat on a patch of grass, he cuddled Mc as the two laid down. "You're beautiful" Mc couldn’t gelp but blush a bit. That small blush made Diavolo grin like an idiot. He felt so close to Mc.

-"Mc you shine brighter than the moon, the sun, and all of the stars. You're dependable and amazing and most importantly you are like royalty in my eyes. Nothing will ever be as important as you" Diavolo kissed Mc's hand.

Barbatos

- Mc and Barbatos had tea together, he was not one to express emotion as they were but something about Mc made him appreciate the present and past.

-Barbatos always pays attention too the small details about Mc, like when they laugh they cover their mouth or hide their face. He wish they didn't, his heart skips a beat when he sees Mc express joy. Barb knew how Mc looked with- or without clothes on. He saw them as beautiful no matter what.

-He loved the way Mc would grab things or the way Mc would hug him. He wanted to hold them. He wanted nothing but for them to be cared for. He just wants them to be happy. Everyday it takes all of his might to not think of himself and ask Mc to do things for him but Mc still manages to do things for him wothout asking.

-"Thank you for being you" Barbatos thanked Mc. Mc was shocked at the sudden thanks.

-"You seem to know what to do and when to do it. Its as if you can read minds." Barbatos placed a hand on their face. He rubbed his thumb on their upper cheek. He admired their beautiful face, from their eyes that spoke stories of their own to their lips that were inviting for a kiss. He kissed them on the lips and pulled them on to his lap.

-"Let's just relax for today" Barbatos wanted to spen the day with Mc. Taking a day off is worth it if he gets to spend it with the one he loves.

Simeon

- Mc and Simeon decided to do some yoga together to destress. Simeon just wanted to spend time with Mc. Simeon stopped to take a sip of water. He admired Mc as the entered the tree pose. He saw how focused they were it was cute. They were struggling to keep balance so Simeon stood behind them.

-He quickly held on to their waist supporting them. Hes strong so it doesnt matter how hard they would fall. He was falling for them harder anyway. Simeon pulled Mc down so they both sat on the floor. He kissed their shoulder and rubbed their shoulders.

-"You did amazing" He hummed. The way their skin felt on his hands made him smile a bit. To feel warmth coming from them made him smile. He's been wanting alone time with Mc and was happy he got it. He stared at their side profile and it was beautiful to him. The curve on their nose. The way their chin perfectly fits their face but most importantly, its Mc's side profile. He would love it regardless.

-Mc laid back and Simeon rested his head on their shoulder. He hugged Mc's waist keeping them close. Simeon loved how he was able to physically feel Mc's breathing. Mc was the reason he could finally relax. He kissed Mc on the cheek. He always admired how strong they are.

- He can only imagine how hard human problems might be but he would never want Mc to go through it alone. How did he manage to meet someone as amazing as Mc. No one in the three realms combined could be as perfect as Mc.

#obey me #obey me lord diavolo #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me one shot #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #obey me fluff #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me gender neutral mc #obey me headcanons #obey me hc

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beels-burger-babe · 4 years ago

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A Pain You'll Soon Regret - Pt. 2

Poly! MC Summary: MC and the demon lords get in a fight resulting in MC leaving. They planned on going to Purgatory Hall until things cool off, but they never quite make it there. Ft. Poly!MC

TW: Heavy Angst, Violence, I don't know what to tag this, but there is a pretty nasty verbal fight, Gore/Injury Vomit Part 1: HERE, Part 3: HERE, Part 4: HERE

Meanwhile at the House of Lamentation

Your leaving hadn't made the situation at the House any better. Asmodeus threw his hands up in the air and glared at the rest. "Great! Just wonderful! Now they've run off. Happy now?" venom filled his words, but he could feel his heart race in fear that he had just lost the one person who loved him for more than his looks. Satan scoffed, though he glanced at the door through the corner of his eyes. "Don't act like you're better than us. I didn't see you standing up for them." Levi growled and went straight to his room as Satan and Asmodeus began to argue. Beel took a step towards to door you had just marched out of and glance between it and his brothers. "Should we go after them? It's dark and they're drunk."

Lucifer lifted his chin as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Why should we? It's like they said, they don't want to depend on us anymore, fine. Let them see for themself how far they get without our protection," with those words, Lucifer turned on his heel and stormed to his office.

Beel sighed and looked at Belphie, "What do you think? We can go get them together?" Belphie stared at the door for a minute, a guilty look in his eyes, before he shook his head. "Give them space, Beel. They're probably heading for Purgatory Hall. Simeon and the others can take care of them for tonight. Right now we all just need to calm down before facing each other again," he patted his twin's shoulder before heading to their room; regret swirling in his stomach as he thought of how he betrayed you once more.

Mammon stood frozen staring at the door like he still hadn't made up his mind on what he wanted to do. His instincts screamed at him to get you back in his arms and keep you there. You were his human, reckless or not, and he had a duty to protect you both as your assigned protector and as your boyfriend. But for some reason, he couldn't seem to move his feet. His mind replayed the discussion in his head over and over again. He had once told MC that if they couldn't be saved by him, to make sure that they died. That he was the only one allowed to protect them. Tonight, as everyone was fighting, MC needed him to protect them, but instead, he pushed them towards the wolves. He let his greed get the best of him. "Fuck," Mammon cursed to himself as he shook himself out of his thoughts. He glanced over to see Beel restraining Satan from pouncing onto a sneering Asmodeus. He sighed and shook his head. They hadn't fought like this in a long time. You had always been there to put them into their place. Now look at them. Mammon groaned and ran a hand over his face. "Will you guys cut it out? MC is gone, okay? Ain't nothin' we can do about it now," to his surprise, his younger brothers actually stopped and seemed to be listening to him. Mammon huffed and began walking towards the stairs. "It's like Belphie said. We ain't in no place to make things better right now. Fightin' like this is what got us in this position, so quit it. Get some sleep. We'll figure it all in the mornin'." Beel, Satan and Asmodeus blinked at their older brother as he disappeared upstairs. Seeing Mammon mature and take control of the situation like that, was strange, but not unfamiliar. Asmodeus massaged his temples with one hand and fixed his hair with the other. "Ugh, all this fighting is going to be horrid for my skin," he glanced at the door one more time with a defeated look before heading towards his room. Satan clenched and unclenched his hands a couple of times, taking a few deep breaths, before silently nodding at Beel and walking away. All alone, Beel stepped towards the door. He opened it and looked out at the dark vast of the Devildom before him. With a heavy, guilty heart, he closed the door and pressed his forehead against it. He used one hand to lock the door for the evening, while the other pulled out his D.D.D. The others didn't want him going after you, but a message couldn't hurt, right? He opened your contact and wrote out his text, "Hey MC. I'm sorry for how things happened tonight. Things got out of hand, and I'm sorry for not doing anything to stop that. I know you and the others are upset right now, but I was hoping that tomorrow, once we're all calm, you could come back home and we could talk about it?" Beel sat by the door for half an hour waiting for a response, but none ever came. He frowned and glanced up at the locked door handle before shaking his head. "Maybe they left it on silent for a bit," he mumbled to himself before picking up his phone once more. "Text me when you get to Purgatory Hall. You don't need to say anything else. I just want to know you're safe." With that, Beel headed towards the gym. He wasn't tired. He wasn't hungry. He just wanted you home, but he couldn't have that. So in the meantime, he'd stay awake until he at least knew you were safe.

Only the morning came and went, and there was no word from you. The brothers were starting to get concerned. No matter what was said last night, they still loved you. You all needed to talk, yes, and things needed to be worked out, but that didn't change how they felt for you. They would never want to see you hurt. Lucifer had reached out to Simeon, while Asmodeus contacted Solomon and Beel texted Luke. Only Beel received a response. "Never contact me again. If you come anywhere near Purgatory Hall, I will not hesitate to smite you in an instant, you foul fiend?" Satan read out loud as he passed the phone back to a very confused and worried Beel. "What in the world did you do to him?" "Nothing. At least, I don't think," he thought about for a second. "I've stolen his baked goods on occasion, but besides complaining about as I did it, he never seemed to hold a grudge." Lucifer frowned deeply. "This is clearly about MC. Luke has taken to them as though they're his older sibling."

Levi scowled and pressed a few buttons on his game. "Sure they aren't dating him too?" he yelped as Asmodeus smacked him on the back of the head. "Stop it," Asmodeus growled. "I know you're the Avatar of Envy, Levi, but MC was open and honest with us. They told us that they loved us all and that they wanted a relationship with all of us. We all listened to what they offered and agreed. You agreed to this!"

Levi huffed and put down his game. "Because it was better than not having them at all!" he sighed and put an arm over his face. "I know that they love me, and them being with a-all of us doesn't change that, but it's so hard sometimes. I-I-I just-" "Want 'em to yourself?" Mammon provided. Levi blushed and nodded in response. Mammon shrugged and sat down beside him. "We all understand that Levi. This is somethin' new for all of us. When I see MC bein' sweet with you guys I get this urge to just rip 'em off ya and hold 'em tight in my arms where ya guys can never touch 'em again," he sighed and put a hand on Levi's shoulder, "but then I see MC smile at me the same way they smile at Beel or you or Lucifer. I know that when I'm holdin' them, they're thinkin' of me and they're there with me because they treasure our time together. It's hard sometimes, and it hurts to admit, but you guys make MC happy, and I can't take that away from them." He nudged his younger brother gently, "Neither can you." Everyone sat quietly as they thought of Mammon's words. "They always bring me snacks after my workouts," Beel said with a small smile. "They always seem to know when I'm hungry and would just whip out snacks out of nowhere." Satan leaned onto his knees from where he sat on his chair. "They ordered me their favourite books from the human world on Akuzon. They wanted to do a trade. I'd read their favourites and they'd read mine. That way we could learn a bit about each other just by reading something that the other loved and would understand one another a little better." Belphie tiredly rubbed his eyes and leaned against Beel. "They wake me up after all class and before any meals," he chuckled softly at the memory. "No matter how much I snarled or insulted them, they'd just put their hands on their hips and patiently wait for me to wake up so that I wouldn't miss any of my classes or any meals."

Asmodeus giggled and smiled brightly. "That alone proves how much of an angel they are. Your demon side really shows when you're woken up." The others laughed as Belphegor stuck his tongue out at Asmo. "They would always give me their opinion on my outfits. I know it seems impossible, but even I get torn between which outfit I should bless the public with sometimes. MC would always be the voice of reason to help me choose," his eyes softened, "Though they always said at the end that the most beautiful thing about me was my heart, something no one could see but radiated from the outside-in." Lucifer sighed, closing his eyes as he put aside his pride, and spoke. "They check on me in the middle of the night. I swear they have an alarm. They'll come into my office to see if I'm still awake. If I am, so long as the work isn't truly urgent, they'll poke my cheek and play with my hair until I give in and go to bed."

Everyone turned to Levi. The otaku's face was bright red as he avoided everyone's gaze. "Your turn, Levi," Mammon ordered. "Come on. I know that MC's super gentle with ya. Ya have to have somethin' to add." Leviathan pouted before mumbling. "They'll hold my hand when we're in crowds and in public because they know how anxious it makes me. If I start to freak out, they'll just gently squeeze my hand and pull me along until they can find a quiet space where I can calm down a bit," he groans and glares at Mammon. "What's your point?"

"His point," Satan began calmly, "is that MC loves us all equally. They take special care to do the little things to ensure that we all know that we are loved by them." Mammon nodded and pointed and Satan. "Exactly!" Lucifer hummed in thought. "Though this doesn't fix the problem of MC having no regard for their own safety." Everyone winced. There was no denying that. You admitted it yourself. You were reckless, and in a place like the Devildom, that kind of behaviour would get you killed one day. What would happen if you weren't with them one day? Just like you currently weren't. Memories of your storm out swirled in all of their heads, and concern pooled heavily in their stomachs. "Has anyone heard from them yet?" Belphie asked, looking uncharacteristically nervous. But then again, he was always protective of you as he never wanted you to get hurt again, especially since he had been responsible for so much of your pain in the past. Beel opened his mouth to respond when Asmodeus's D.D.D. went off. Everyone eagerly stood, as Asmo pulled out the device and answered it without checking. "MC? Are you alright?" "Put it on speaker!" Levi snapped, crowding as close to his brother as he could. Asmodeus nodded and quickly did as told. The voice that answered wasn't you, as they had all hoped, but rather Solomon. "I'm afraid they're not," the brother's felt their blood freeze at Solomon's words, as time seemed to stand still around them. Solomon's voice was cold and stern, showing his obvious anger at the demons. "I apologize for not contacting you all sooner, but I was spending every last second of my time and energy on trying to keep MC from dying of blood loss. That, and Luke is quite determined to keep the lot of you as far from MC as possible. If it was up to him I wouldn't even be calling you all right now. I, however, figured that you should at least be made aware of their condition." None of them heard a thing after the words "dying from blood loss" reached their ears. Lucifer took the D.D.D. from Asmo's shaking hands. "What happened? The last we saw them they-" "Presumably walked away from a fight with all of you and was trying to come to us. Yes. I'm aware. I read Beelzebub's texts on MC's phone," everyone glanced at Beel. His brows narrowed as he kept his eyes fixed on the D.D.D. "To answer your question, MC didn't make it to Purgatory Hall last night. They were jumped by a group of three demons who seemed to think that human would make a delectable midnight snack. What do you think, Beelzebub? Is that true? Is the taste of human flesh, really so delicious? I think I've heard you comment as much once or twice before you all began your relationship," Solomon spat the words accusingly. Fury danced on his tongue as though he was Wrath himself. Beel winced back and put a hand on his stomach as flipped inside of him. Belphie growled at the mention in his defence. "Stop dancing around the subject and get to the point. What happened? Are they okay?" The demons were surprised to hear a snarl come from the other end. "I already told you, they aren't. Luke had opened a window to air out some of the kitchens after he failed a new recipe he was trying out when he heard their screams. By the time we got there one of them had eaten half of their right leg, while was one biting along their shoulder, and the other was trying to choke them to death. Simeon and I were able to get the heathens off of them and incinerated them on the spot, but MC was already unconscious. While we were fighting the demons, Luke was just barely able to cast enough healing spells to stop the bleeding and stabilize them. Simeon and I have been working ever since on using every spell, charm, and potion that we know to keep them alive and somehow attempt to heal their injuries." At the mention of MC's leg have been mostly eaten, Beel turned and threw up on the ground. No one moved to comfort him, as they were too distracted by their own states of shock. "A-Are-" Mammon began to choke out before clearing his throat. "Are they

alive? Please tell me they're alive." The answer hung just out of their grasp. Waving dangerously above them like a deadly knife held up by a string. No matter what the response would be, all the brothers felt as though they may faint. "They're alive. Simeon had to use all his power to bring their blood count levels up to a healthy level, and their shoulder was dislocated, they most likely have a concussion going off of their head injury, not to mention their right leg was unsalvagable and had to be amputated, but yes. They are, at the very least, alive." Mammon joined Beel. Satan stood still, though he had changed into his demon form and the aura of pure wrath filled every cranny of the room. Asmodeus held a hand over his mouth as tears streamed steadily down his face. Leviathan had stumbled away from the group and was in the beginning stages of a panic attack. Belphie stared at the phone with a bewildered expression, his eyes pricked with tears, as though he couldn't believe the words coming from Solomon's mouth.

Lucifer was doing everything he could not to hurl the phone across the room.

Solomon continued. "Luke is currently watching them and making sure that they remain stable, while Simeon and I rest. As such, you will have no luck if you try to see them right now. I'll text you when I wake up and then you can come to see them," with that, Solomon hung up. Anxiety, grief, and remorse clung to each of the brothers like a new skin. Earlier they were arguing that all of them had your love, and because of that, all of them had nearly lost you. ***Duh duh duh!!! Part three to come. Part three will probably be the final part, but I don't know. Haven't quite figured out how this is going to end yet. Though a heads up, a may fill out another request before pt. 3 is up just to give me a break from the heavy angst. Thank you all so much for supporting me! And thank you to @millenniumofpain for the request!***

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eveningstar1516 · 3 years ago

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Rise of the Demon King ~ Chapter 2

Rise of the Demon King

Fic: Multi Chapter Paring: MC x Everyone (Mostly Lucifer) Type: Angst with a Happy Ending Total Word Count: 26,758 TW: Major Character Death, Reader gets stabbed with a sword through their chest so..., Abusive Parents, Past Child Abuse, Demon Hunters, Loss of Control Summary: You’ve done it. You’ve finally done it. You’ve managed to anger the demon king. Now you hold your head high as he hands down your sentence.

AO3 Portal: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27065362

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Previously:

“Alright. Sorry, Solomon, I’ll see you tonight right?”

“Of course. See you tonight.”

With that, he said his goodbyes to both Barbatos and I, then left. I took a deep breath and followed Barb into the palace.

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CHAPTER 2 - Meeting the King (1,626 words)

“Barb?”

“Yes?”

“Why does the king want to see me?”

“Honestly I’m not sure..”

“Umm, what’s he like? I’m a little scared of meeting him.”

Barbatos turns to me cupping my cheek gently as if to reassure me.

“Honestly, he looks scarier than he really is. You don’t have any reason to be nervous. He may not be like Lord Diavolo but all he requires is for you to be respectful. I have the utmost confidence that you will be just fine. It’s not just you by yourself either, the brothers, as well as my Lord and I, will also be present.”

“Thank you Barb” I gently leaned into his hand cupping it with my own.

“As long as the rest of you are with me, I’ll be fine.” A small smile formed on my face as he let go and continued walking. We stopped in front of the west sitting room. After knocking twice Barbatos let us in. The king sat on a raised dais. Diavolo was kneeling on a cushion to his right. Lucifer was on his right with the brothers sitting in accordance to their rank with a spot free in the center. Not really knowing what to do, I decided to bow from the waist and address the king.

“Your Highness”

“Sit”

“Thank you your Highness” I walked over and knelt down mimicking the brothers' postures best I could with my gaze respectfully lowered as the king began speaking.

“Y/N, correct?”

“Yes my king.”

“I have heard a great deal about you from both my son and his Lords. Tell me Y/N, what makes you, a human with little talent for magic so special?”

Taking a breath, I thought about it for a little. Thought about how the brothers were when we first met. How overtime each one of them started to warm up to me. I thought about Mammon and the schemes we pulled off together. The all-nighters Levi and I would pull when he found a new game or anime to binge. The countless hours I would spend reading with Satan and the book talks we had afterwards. The spa days I’d have with Asmo. The number of times I’d try to stop Beel from raiding the fridge only to join him instead. The strange places I’d find Belphie napping and trying to get him to move, only to end up being pulled down and start napping alongside him. The endless genuinely terrible but always-proved-to-be-a-fun-time ideas I humoured Dia with. The times where Barb would make time to teach me how to make different Devildom desserts. How Lu started out being so cold. Only caring about me because I was Diavolo’s exchange student. Now though, he learned to accept me into his family. The late-night talks we had in his study, watching the fire and talking about everything and nothing. Our time to unwind. Away from his brothers. Away from Diavolo’s crazy ideas. Away from our responsibilities. Just Lucifer the demon and me, Y/N, the human who managed to wind their way into the hearts of 9 of the most powerful demons in the Devildom. Meeting the eyes of each of the demons in the room, I turned to the king.

“I’m not. I’m not special because of any abilities that I may have, or how strong I am as the weaker species. I’m nothing more than a human who was thrust into the world of demons, over time connecting with them and accepting them as the demons they are. As a family I never had and over time, they accepted me as well. Not as a weak human, but as the human that accepted them not for their status or power but for their personalities and love for each other. I’m not special, I just accepted them for who they are, flaws and all.” After I finished speaking I looked at each of the brothers noticing that some of them had tears in their eyes. Asmo who was seated next to me threw his arms around my shoulders in a hug. Dia looked so happy I thought he’d jump up and hug me at any moment, and Barb had the most genuine smile I’ve ever seen on him. I then turned back to the king.

“It seems you’ve made quite the impact here during your short time in the Devildom. I can’t say I approve of my strongest demons turning soft for a human, although it seems I can’t do much about that seeing as how you are pacted with 7 of them correct?” The king questioned with a hard look in his eyes.

“Y-yes that is true. I have made pacts with the 7 brothers.” I replied tentatively. At once, the atmosphere in the room seemed to change. The temperature dropped and the king was emitting a very strong aura. Had I not been used to Lucifers or Diavolo's aura’s whenever they would get upset I might have fainted from the king’s. Instead, I just felt a cold shiver and the gravity alter ever so slightly. Looking at the brothers, I realized they all had a look between fear and dread for what might happen next.

“Tell me Y/N, why should I allow you, a mere human to hold such power over 7 of my most powerful demons?”

“Father, there is no need for this. Those pacts were made with the consent of the brothers. They weren’t forced into them and Y/N has never abused them. They serve as protection for them and the symbol of a deep bond between them and the brothers. There isn’t a reason to -”

“Silence Diavolo. I have humoured you by allowing this program of yours. However, we are still demons. It doesn’t matter how things are now, humans have no place here nor do they have a right to hold this much power over this many powerful individuals. It doesn’t matter to me how close this human is to you or the Lords. In my eyes, the power they have pose a threat to the crown and the Devildom. I did not raise you to be soft hearted to something so weak!”

My face paled and I started feeling lightheaded at the implications of the king's words. Diavolo visibly winced at those words. Asmo held onto my hand a little tighter and before the king could continue, Mammon spoke up with a look of disdain on his face.

“With all due respect your Highness, none of that is true! Y/N may just be a human but that doesn’t mean they're a threat!” Lucifer immediately interjected, reeling Mammon in trying to save his brother before he dug the hole even deeper.

“My apologies your Highness. Mammon can get quite protective over Y/N. I assure you he won’t speak out of turn again.” The king narrowed his eyes at Lucifer then Mammon as if he was debating whether or whether not to punish them both here and now. Eventually, he turned back to me.

“Your pacts with the brothers will be dissolved and you will not be allowed back into the Devildom. I am showing you mercy and allowing you to keep one pact as the brothers have claimed your soul and they are entitled to at least that much. Be grateful that I’m allowing you to leave with your life at all.” He stared right through me as he said those words watching my expression change with his words. It’s as if a switch got flipped and every brother lost it while Diavolo and Barbatos looked at the scene then each other in what can only be described as impending horror.

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!”

“YOU CAN’T DO THAT!”

“WE MADE THOSE PACTS, YOU CAN’T TAKE THEM AWAY!”

“THEY CAN’T LEAVE!”

“NO WAY!”

Each of the brothers save for Lucifer who’s also looking at the scene in shock started yelling out trying to protect me.

“My Liege, the bonds we made with Y/N were our choice and we trust them with it. They have helped all of us time and time again. We cannot ju-”

“Enough” I activated my pacts and silenced him and the rest of the brothers with a whisper. I looked directly into the king's eyes.

“I won’t be dissolving my pacts. They were forged out of love and loyalty. I will not let them go unless they do first. They may be your Lords but they are my family. I will not be leaving them nor will I choose one over the rest. These bonds are our choice and not once have I ever abused them. It is as Lord Diavolo said, they represent the deep bonds I have made with each of them and no one can get rid of them!” I stared at the king with the most hardened gaze I could muster as I protected the brothers. “They are my family and you can not separate us!”

“Y/N…” Asmo said in disbelief as he wrapped his arms around me burying his face into my neck as the rest of the brothers slowly made their way over to me.

“Y/N is right. They became a part of our family. The pacts symbolize our deep bonds, ones that we will never break.” Satan said calmly though anyone who knew him would know he was anything but. The king smiled though it was anything but comforting as he slowly stood. Diavolo and Barbatos slowly backed up in shock.

“It seems you 7 forgot that you don’t dictate what goes on here. You are but a guest to the Devildom and the Sins, my subjects. MAKE NO MISTAKE! I AM YOUR KING AND YOU LOT ARE NOTHING!”

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still-a-morosexual-help · 3 years ago

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OBEY ME! LESSON 53 DETAILED SUMMARY + THEORIES

Some time seems to have passed between the end of the last lesson and the beginning of this one. Levi’s tired after pulling an all-nighter with Diavolo to finish a game and Mammon’s laughing at all the pictures Luke is sending him of all the desserts his making and the step by step process he’s following. Beel happily notes that Mammon & Luke have been chatting a lot lately. Mammon red in the face but smiling happily says it’s like he’s got a new minion who’s also fun to mess with, Asmo says it looks more like Mammon’s got a tiny little brother with the way Mammon’s being fawning over him (my heart this is so cute I need to write more fics with them interacting), Mammon denies it but Asmo says it holds no ground when Mammon can’t seem to stop smiling so happily. Lucifer has found an art book that Satan’s being looking everywhere desperately for and invites Satan to come take a look at it together, Satan postures a bit but agrees. Belphie says there’s a lot of strange friendships popping up lately, though Beel’s happy that Satan & Lucifer have been getting along better, Asmo thinks the way Satan’s being acting around Lucifer recently is strange and Belphie says it’s a sign of Armageddon. Asmo asks MC if they knew any reason behind the sudden change and they just say the two discovered new sides of each other which makes the other 3 more confused, with Asmo particularly lusting for the gossip. Belphie wonders if this means the anti-lucifer league would disband and Satan who hears this says that’s dumb cause he can take the chance to pull a prank of Lucifer when he goes to his room to check out the book. MC says they thought him and Lucifer were finally friends but satan says even the thought makes him sick, Asmo asks if he’s sure since the two seem like the best of friends recently. Satan quotes Sun Tzu saying “If you know your enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles”. A door bell rings and Lucifer tells MC to go get it. It’s Solomon & Barbatos and MC asks them what they’re doing here together. Solomon reveal’s it’s time for their sorcerer’s preliminary exams. (Did MC get all 7 stars already? Or 6 I guess if this exam gives the last star)

Ok so MC has 4 stars the preliminary is for the 5th star and final is for the 7th. Asmo has apparently filled the others on what’s gonna happen. Mammon asks for compensation, Beel wishes MC good luck, Lucifer tells them they should actually fill MC in, Asmo says Solomon had contacted him asking the brothers to help with the exam, MC says “cool what do I gotta do”, Solomon says they have to win a game of Tail Thieves and gets Barbatos to explain, Barbatos complains how Solomon always makes him explain things to people and I completely forgot that Solomon has a pact with Barbatos meaning they must be pretty close, meaning Asmo & Barbatos must be pretty close too and I need to see the dynamic between these 3 more. Solomon is going to use magic to give everyone animal tails and MC has to be the last one standing, if they lose their tail they fail the exam. (AND AHHHHHHHHHHHHH I’d love to see the animal event costumes being used in the main storyline and MC getting a tail? It’s have to be a sheep right?) To motivate the brothers to steal MC’s tail, stealing someone’s tail means they’re cursed to obey one command from you and sure that’s not gonna end in disaster. MC’S A SHEEP!!!!!! I’ve had this idea of what their costume would look like for a while ahhhh Also Barbatos is a bat? Do bat’s have tails? I feel like I should know this… (it apparently depends on the species of bat, given his colour lets just say Barbatos is a devildom bat). MC goes hey so this is 1 vs 8???? And Solomon says he’s giving them Asmo & Barbatos. Mammon brings up the fact that MC can just command them and Solomon says that’ll be against the rules. Barbatos asks if MC can use his or Asmo’s powers and Solomon says it’s fine as long as it’s a direct order from MC meaning they can’t use their powers themselves. MC brings up the fact that since they don’t have a pact with Barbatos they can’t use his powers and to make up for it Solomon gives MC Barbatos’ grimoire which will give the bearer full control over the demon who it belongs to even without a pact. MC has a flashback to the tomb under the HoL and the brothers’ grimoire, remembering that a command powered through a grimoire can overpower a command from a pact & that everything about a demon rides on their grimoire meaning they can never let it be stolen. Levi is absolutely stunned that Solomon has something so personal and precious and Barbatos reveals that he entrusted it to Solomon on his own free will and holy shit Barbatos & Solomon must be way closer than I realised… which even Levi says. Lucifer says if they steal MC’s tail and command them to hand over the grimoire they would be able to read it and Barbatos laughs and says that they’d find out everything about him and suddenly the whole game has become about reading Barbatos’ grimoire (even Asmo seems interested), which Solomon seems pleased about since it’s given all the brothers a more solid goal. Solomon starts the game.

The brothers all scatter to hide leaving MC, Asmo and Barbatos in the living room. Barbatos says the brother’s have probably left to find a place they can use to their advantage and that if they are able to figure out what that place would be for each brother they could make strategies to counteract them. Asmo swoons about how Barbatos is the whole package by being handsome and intelligent. Asmo says this makes him more interested in finding out more about Barbatos and he asks MC if he can take a teensy peek at the grimoire and they immediately shut him down. Barbatos thanks them for being a decent person (honestly the lowest bar to clear) and says because Solomon thought it was the best decision to give MC the grimoire he won’t object but also “we don’t really know each other at all so pls don’t use that it literally contains a record of my entire past” MC readily agrees because “the only conversations we’ve ever had is about tea we’re definitely not ready for any deep therapy sessions”. He’s grateful but emphasizes on it again and MC promises they won’t use it. Asmo complains about this, saying it’ll be impossible to beat the others while only using Asmo’s powers. Mammon hears that MC won’t be using the grimoire and reveals himself, Asmo says he was stupid for not finding a place where he’d have the advantage and MC says maybe this is that place for him, Asmo says that maybe cause this is where Lucifer always ties him up he thinks of this as his home turf. Mammon gets ready to fight Asmo & MC, Barbatos says “lol lemme take care of this and prove to you that I’m dangerous even without my powers”.

Barbatos manages to defeat Mammon and hang him from the ceiling using only hand to hand combat. Asmo tells Mammon if he can’t beat someone using only hand-to-hand combat MC might end up firing him, Mammon gets freaked out MC nods along and asks if they’re serious and they tell him not to worry cause they aren’t, he’s happy and calls MC the best, Asmo just sadly calls MC a simp. Asmo says that Barbatos has tied the ropes looser and that Lucifer ties them in a tight artful style. Whether MC pulls the tale off in one swift movement or gently it’ll tickle. He returns to normal and immediately starts yelling at MC to hurry up an give him an order and Asmo realises how scary Solomon’s curse really is. Asmo says even when Mammon is not cursed MC can get him to do pretty much anything by asking the right way cause Mammon’s whipped, so really they won’t be getting anything new or special. Barbatos provides a solution for this by telling them they can get him to admit something he usually wouldn’t. MC asks him; 1.) who his favourite brother is – he says, “That’s easy! It’s Lucifer, of course. I’ve always loved him and I always will.” I like to think MC knew exactly what he was going to say and took out their phone to record it to later show Lucifer. 2.) If there’s a brother he’s keeping a secret from – He took clothes and shoes from Asmo’s cupboard and sold them. Asmo swears to kill Mammon once all this is over. 3.) If there’s anything he loves more than money – MC. He says there’s nothing and no one more important to him. He says he loves them and that he’d take them over money any day. Asmo who’s honestly MC and Mammon’s #1 shipper (remember the beach event, and the parfait devilgram and the chat where he got excited when MC smelt like Mammon) laughs and says “I knew it!”. For all 3 Mammon realises what he’s said and tries to take it back. They are later unable to find Lucifer – who would be the hardest to beat according to Barbatos - in the music room, Barbatos recalls Simeon telling him how Satan and Lucifer have started getting along and Asmo says he’s suddenly got a bad feeling.

they don’t find anyone in either Satan or Lucifer’s rooms, Asmo suggests MC using the grimoire to locate Lucifer, MC shuts it down and Barbatos thanks them and tells Asmo to drop it. Asmo asks MC why they have to be so serious despite him loving that part of them. Asmo asks MC if they know what Barbatos can do, how powerful he really is, they say he can see through time and Barbatos agrees with it but Asmo asks him to give MC a more detailed description of his powers since he anyway made them promise not to use his grimoire. He then says he has the power to create a portal to anywhere, including through time but creating portals through time has much more limitations than creating a normal portal to just a different place and that his control also becomes less stable. Asmo asks if that’s why Barbatos doesn’t let him go to the past or future no matter how much he begs. Barbatos says, “no that’s cause ik if I did you’d either fuck some powerful historical figure and mess up the entire timeline or you’d try to fuck yourself and the entire universe would implode”. Asmo calls him mean and Barbatos laughs but does say that since his control through time is not the best a person may end up skipping either backwards or forwards through time each time they pass through a doorway after they travel through his portal to the new time. He says that’s all he’s willing to tell MC. Asmo asks MC where they would go if they could go anywhere. If they say past Barbatos asks if there’s something they want to change or if there’s someone who’s past they want to spy on. If they say future Asmo says he’d love to go to the future to see how much more beautiful he’s become and to see how his and MC’s relationship has progressed. MC asks Barbatos where he’d like to go and he says nowhere, cause his place is by Diavolo’s side. MC asks him why he serves Diavolo and what he did before it – he says he’s not gonna answer cause he isn’t sure if it’s a good idea to trust MC the same way he trusts Solomon. Asmo giggles about how cold Barbatos is but says that’s one of the things he loves about him. Barbatos asks Asmo if he might know where Satan is and he says he has an idea.

They go to the home theatre where one of Satan’s favourite movies – about a deadly monster shark – is playing until suddenly everything goes dark. Someone wraps their arms around Asmo and he squeals telling MC they’re so naughty for wanting to do something here in the dark when Barbatos was with them, Satan tells him that he’s restraining Asmo not embracing him. The lights are off cause despite being brothers Asmo could charm them by looking into their eyes. Asmo complains but also loves the “roleplay” they’re doing and how Satan snuck up behind him and restrained him and now he needs a moment to get his boner down, Satan’s understandably very upset by this. Lucifer ends up sneaking behind MC and restraining them (despite it being dark Barbatos is able to see him coming and tries to warm MC), he’s impressed that they were able to recognise him but says they shouldn’t have left their back open. Barbatos asks why they left him free and Lucifer says he knows MC won’t use the grimoire, even if it’s their last option, cause it would upset Barbatos. Lucifer goes to remove MC’s tail but MC signals Barbatos with their eyes and he sees the remote next to him and grabs it & throws it to MC (so I guess this establishes that Barbatos can see in the dark). MC catches it and presses a quick combination of buttons that plays a movie about three cats going on a journey together. Satan obviously starts gushing about the cats and lets Asmo go, Lucifer calls him an idiot and MC commands Asmo. Satan initially doesn’t even notice Asmo cause of the cats which pisses him off but in the end the roleplay made him excited which made his charm more appealing. Lucifer had used every ounce of his willpower and just managed to escape but they take Satan’s tail.

In the twins’ room Asmo laughs about the face Satan made at whatever his order was and Barbatos says Satan making such a face could signify the end times and Asmo says it’s no joke if Barbatos is saying that. Belphie’s fast asleep in his bed and MC leaves him for later cause it wouldn’t be fair to take the tail now. Asmo wonders why Solomon made this MC’s exam when their final exam won’t give a shit if they’re good at tail thieves or not. MC says maybe he thought it’d be funny to see Barbatos disagrees with thar but Asmo says it’s natural to jump to their own conclusions when Solomon never answers questions and that Solomon hasn’t changed in that way since they first made their pact. MC asks for the story behind it Asmo says Solomon knew exactly what to say to get what he wanted from Asmo but could also dodge questions without making it obvious he was doing so. On the first night he’d met Solomon Asmo had been really depressed cause he’d spotted a cute human but the other people who were hanging around her had stated calling him “evil and wicked and other horrible things” and he couldn’t get close to her (so last yr someone told me the actual biblical story behind this and it’s FUCKED UP and I like to imagine that’s what actually happened in OM! too but Asmo is heavily censoring it for MC. Remember the pretty graphic description Asmo gave to MC about how he’d kill them in S1? Yeah I 100% believe he’s lying to MC about how things went down here). He’d been sitting in a tavern sulking when Solomon had started talking to him. He had listened to Asmo and had been so warm and caring Asmo had accidentally let it slip that he was Lucifer’s brother, they’d drunk the night away and when Asmo woke up the next day he had somehow made a pact with Solomon and HOLY SHIT this is so shady Solomon wtf. Barbatos says it probably wasn’t a coincidence he ran into Solomon and Solomon would have known who he was from the beginning (imagine how pissed off Lucifer must have been when Asmo came back with a pact). Asmo says Solomon and Barbatos meeting wasn’t a coincidence either and Barbatos agrees but says it happened long before Solomon and Asmo made a pact. Solomon had summoned Barbatos using a special incantation that he’d created himself and Asmo’s shocked that doing all that and summoning a demon as powerful as Barbatos hadn’t killed him. Barbatos said that Solomon had actually been on the verge of death when Barbatos arrived. MC asked why he’d risk it to summon Barbatos, Barbatos said that even back then there was something Solomon wanted even more than his own life and that the encounter made Barbatos curious and he wanted to learn more about Solomon and eventually this would lead to him forming a pact with Solomon (given how Barbatos is I’d imagine it took time for Solomon to form a pact with him because Barbatos would need to be able to trust him first). He says that though it’s hard to say what Solomon’s plans are he thinks highly of him enough to trust him with his grimoire. He says whether his decision is good or bad is up to them to judge but that their teacher is a genius unlike anyone else in the 3 worlds. Saying their break’s being long enough they head to the kitchen.

They find Beel eating and Asmo scolds him for using the ice cream maker without permission after Lucifer banned him cause last time he ate so much he got sick. Asmo uses this to blackmail Beel into giving up his tail. Removing it tickles a lot and as he’s handing it over Beel blushes and apologises for “the weird little shriek” he made at the end. Barbatos wonders why the fuck the seven of them are considered to be among the mot powerful demons in the Devildom when this is what they’re actually alike and Asmo says Barbatos should be disappointed in Beel and not the both of them. Asmo says that this whole exam seems pointless when this is what it’s like but when Beel starts begging for orders he tells MC to give one. They ask him what they would like for their final meal ever (the other two options are ‘let’s get romantic’ and for him to feed something to Barbatos) He says one of Simeon’s BLTs but then starts listing food from both the human world and Devildom before ending with apple pie….and isn’t apple pie the answer Beel’s VA gave for this same question? That’s really sweet that they added it. Asmo says by the time he finished all that he’d have passed his death. Beel’s still begging for orders and they realise the curse is to follow the orders of the person who pulled the tail off and not MC. Asmo gets waaay to excited for this and Beel freaks out and uses puppy dog eyes to start pleading with MC for help, MC tells Asmo to cool it but Asmo says he’ll never get a chance like this again and Beel despairs. And that’s it. Beel’s doomed to his fate and we have no idea what happens.

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whatissleepeven · 4 years ago

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Good day, Sleep! I sincerely hope you're alright. Might I trouble you for some hcs for the Obey Me! Brothers with an MC wandering the HoL late at night because they can't sleep? Take care and enjoy your day! 💫

Good day anon!! I’m going to have to cut this shorter than I would’ve liked, but I really wanted to get this out there! (I hope you take care as well, and thank you for your kind words!)

Edit: I lied, I think this is longer than the last ask, forgive me -

Demon Brothers’ Reactions to an MC Wandering the HoL Late at Night

Lucifer

He heard your footsteps before actually seeing you.

He was working late into the night again when your feet padded by his door, sounding listless. He checked the time: 1:07am.

What were you doing up at this hour?

You were about to turn the corner when his door opened, his head poking out.

His eyes zeroed in on you. “What are you doing?”

You look to the side, shifting on your feet. Ultimately, you shrug. “Just walking, I guess.”

“Just walking.” He repeated blandly, and had to mentally count to ten so he didn’t explode. “You’re walking instead of sleeping? Tomorrow...well, later today I suppose, we have RAD to attend to. You should be in your room.”

Uneasiness flickered across your face despite you doing your best to hide it, and he noticed it. “Maybe I just want to clear my head for a bit? The halls are nice and quiet at night. It’s...calming.”

...Oh. So that’s what was going on.

Lucifer stepped out of his room, closing the door behind him and walking to catch up with you. “Then I suppose you won’t mind if I join you on this little excursion of yours.”

You looked like you were going to protest, but in the end you sighed. “Alright, let’s go.”

It was quiet as you two walked. Lucifer didn’t say a word, which surprised you; you thought he was going to scold you for wandering the halls so late.

“Oh, I will; however, that won’t exactly help you in this instance, now will it?”

- Wait, you said that out loud? ...Well then.

You grimaced. “Some things...are better left unsaid. “Let sleeping dogs lie” and all that.”

He wanted to press for more information, but the bags under your (interestingly enough) alert eyes stayed his hand.

He nodded. “I understand.”

Your late-night/early morning walk with him made you feel more at ease. For the first time that night, you felt tired enough to fall asleep.

You two pause outside your door. You had subconsciously found your way back here, as if you knew that this walk would tire you out. “Hey, Lucifer?”

“Hm?” He hummed, turning to you.

“...Thanks. For this, I mean.”

His eyes widened a fraction before a smirk spread across his lips. “Of course. If you have trouble falling asleep in the future, then feel free to knock on my door. I will always answer.”

It was a promise. You nodded, waving him off before flopping onto your bed.

You take him up on his offer every once in a while, especially when it seems like he��s overworking himself. (...Which is all the time.)

Mammon

You wandered the halls because you had a nightmare.

You woke up with adrenaline coursing through your veins, heart racing and breaths coming out in short gasps. A cry for help died on your lips as you became more aware of your surroundings, and you blinked to get the tears out of your eyes. You wished you could say that you didn’t remember it, but you did.

Lucifer. Levi. Satan. Asmo. Beel. Belphie. Solomon. Simeon. Luke. Barbatos. Diavolo.

One by one, they all left you.

You couldn’t even reach your family in the Human Realm; they had left you too, long before the others did.

Mammon was the last to go, grinning as he told you that he played you like a fiddle. “Ya should know better than to trust a demon, y’know. Humans are so stupid! I already took all of your money; have fun livin’ now...if ya can.”

You...had no one.

You pressed the heel of your palm into your eye, letting out a shaky chuckle. You knew what it meant; monophobia. It was the same dream you’ve been having for the past month, and to be honest...you were starting to believe it. It wasn’t like you could confide in anybody, either; you lived in a house full of demons, after all.

I’m just an ordinary human with life experiences unique to me that make up my person. I’m...I’m alone.

Is that why I was hell-bent on befriending people down here? You asked yourself, but asking yourself made you feel worse and hyper-aware of your big, dark room.

It’s empty in here.

You felt like you were suffocating, so once you wrapped a blanket around yourself (because it felt like a hug, like someone cared enough to wrap their arms around you, but it was only a blanket and you had no one) you left your room.

You didn’t know where you were going; all you knew was that you had to go. You started out at a slow walk, speeding up into a fast pace, then a run, and then you were sprinting -

“OW!!”

You accidentally hit someone in your panic, the other almost falling over.

You took a step forward, berating yourself for not watching your surroundings better. “I’m sor- ”

You stopped once you saw who it was. Mammon dusted himself off, grumbling about “running into trouble no matter what he did” when he noticed you.

“What the hell are ya doin’ out here, so late at night? Don’t humans need their sleep or somethin’?” He looked you over, fussing about how “his human was a magnet for danger” and that he couldn’t even keep his eyes off for a second lest you walk into a life-threatening situation.

He patted your shoulders. “Not a hair out of place. If you’re goin’ somewhere, why didn’t ya tell me? I’m your first man, after all; I gotta protect ya!”

You blinked. Then, without warning, something wet trailed down your cheeks as you stared at him in silence.

Needless to say, Mammon freaked out. “Wh-What?! Hey, y-you don’t gotta cry over that! I’m fine! You didn’t even hit me that hard, see? N-Now stop cryin’, damnit!”

You let out a watery laugh. “It’s not that...you know what? Nevermind.”

Mammon trailed after you as you walked down the hallway. “Oi, don’t leave me hangin’! Why did ya start bawlin’? HEY!!”

You didn’t have to worry about a thing. Even if your family left you...

Even if the whole world turned against you...

Deep in your heart, you knew that Mammon would never betray you.

Leviathan

“Dun, dun, dundun dun, dun, dundun dun, dun, dundun- NUNUNUUU!!”

You whisper-sang the Mission: Impossible theme song as you crept down the halls, peeking the corners as if you were going to be shot at without warning.

You narrowed your eyes at a particular entryway, a grin spreading across your lips.

“Target acquired.”

You stepped into the kitchen, slowly opening the fridge and wincing whenever it made a sound. Beel knew the noises the fridge made by heart, so he would no doubt run in if he heard that something was amiss.

You pulled out a slice of angel cake Luke had gifted to you earlier, your stomach rumbling in anticipation. You had waited oh so long for this moment, and now nothing was going to stop you from -

“...Uh.”

Levi stood in the doorway, headphones slipping off his ears as he pushed them down. He looked like he’d seen a ghost, and you looked like you’d seen a ghost, and oh diavolo this was awkward.

He gasped, pointing at you. “You!!”

You gasped, pointing at him. “You!!”

(You know the spider-man meme? Yeah that’s the one)

Levi’s next gasp was dramatic. It seemed that he saw your angel cake, his finger shifting to point at that instead. “STOP!! You have violated the law! You must pay the court a fine, or you shall pay the price!”

Your eyes narrowed. “Hoh?” You picked up your fork, holding it out in front of you like a sword. “I wonder if you’re all bark and no bite.”

Levi reached into a nearby drawer, taking out a fork of his own and pointing the prongs at you. His eyes flashed; a challenge.

“Maybe you should ask yourself that, outlaw!”

You both carefully hit each other’s utensils, mimicking light saber sounds with the occasional snicker.

After a couple of minutes, Levi leapt back. You gasped; was he readying his special attack?!

He held his head up high, his fork- no, his sword - raised above his head.

“ALL WOMEN ARE QUEENS!!”

You scowled, your own fork sword raised to copy his.

“IF SHE BREATHES...SHE’S A THOT!!!”

You both screamed as you clashed, crashing into each other as your forks went flying. You were both laughing on the floor, imitating death cries.

You loved messing around with Levi.

“...So, why are you eating that now?” He asked, shifting to face you.

You grinned. “I was hungry.”

He laughed. “You’re a weird normie, you know that?”

“What is the meaning of this?”

Lucifer’s voice grew louder as his footsteps approached the kitchen, sounding irritated. It looks like you were too loud while battling...whoops.

You and Levi looked at each other, then at the forks, then back at each other, then at the cake, then at each other once more.

“RUN!!” He screamed, snatching his fork. You grabbed your plate and your fork before taking off after him, Lucifer’s yells fading as you escaped into the safety of Levi’s room.

You two ended up sharing the angel cake. It was delicious.

(You got yelled at by Lucifer the next day, but hey; that’s tomorrow’s self’s problems. Now, it was time to eat cake.)

Satan

He caught you just as he exited the library, a book tucked away underneath his arm.

“Ah- ” He said, letting out a soft whoosh of air as you bumped into each other.

Instead of greeting him or apologizing, you clutched his shirt. “Satan. Just the demon I wanted to see.”

He raised a brow. “...What are you doing up so late at night?”

You shook your head. “Not today, Satan! Can we go back to your room?”

He frowned. You looked frantic, to say the least, and if he could help, then... “Follow me.”

Once there, you took a seat on the floor. Satan placed his book (No Longer Human) on the shortest stack of books he could find, sitting on his bed.

He patted the spot next to him. “You can sit up here, you know.”

You quickly took him up on his offer, sitting cross-legged as you turned to face him. Your face was so comically serious that he would be laughing if he wasn’t so worried.

“What’s wrong?”

You didn’t say anything for a few seconds. Satan’s concern only grew once you started shaking, wondering which of his brothers he had to “have a chat with”.

“Did you know...that whales don’t live long enough to die of old age because they just don’t have the energy to make it back up to the surface anymore?”

Satan’s face went carefully blank. “...Could you repeat that?”

“They all drown!” You wail. “They suffocate in the ocean, which is their home! And that’s if fishermen don’t kill them or other animals do!”

Why did he ever think that it was anything serious when it came to you

He sighed. It was late, he was tired, you were tired, but...

He smiled. You got hung up on the strangest of facts, didn’t you? It was endearing.

“I see.” He said, holding out his arms. “All I can offer is some comfort, small as that may be.”

You launched yourself at him, and he fell back on the bed with a small oomph as you rapidly talked about how whales deserved better from this cruel, cruel world of ours.

He patted your shoulder. It seemed like he wasn’t getting any sleep soon, but...

As long as it was with you, this wasn’t so bad.

Asmodeus

Needless to say, he scolded you.

...Unless you were up because you had a sleepover with him. Then, you were fine.

But that didn’t apply to this instance.

“What in the world are you doing out here?!” He asked, grabbing your arm and practically dragging you to his room. “You do realize that you need your beauty sleep, right? Come; I’ll make sure you get the best sleep you’ve ever had!”

You were a little scared, but that was only because he had appeared out of nowhere. You matched his pace with a raised brow, trying to calm your racing heart. “Asmo, why did you jump out at me? I could’ve had a heart attack!”

He laughed. “The only heart attack I want you to suffer from is if it’s due to my stunning beauty.”

You smiled as the two of you entered his room. “So, what’s on the menu for tonight?”

He sat you down on one of his chairs, pulling out multiple bottles of...who-knows-what. The long brand names coupled with the loopy writing was enough to give you a stroke.

He stood behind you, a brush in one hand and a comb in the other. There was an excited grin on his face, which you could see from the HUGE impressively-sized mirror in front of you.

“Why, self care, of course!”

An hour or two later, and you both were relaxing on his bed with a content sigh. Asmo was a professional at self care, and you swear that you haven’t felt this good in...well, it’s been a while.

He shifted to face you. “Enjoying yourself?”

You nodded. “Of course, Asmo. You have the heavenly skills of a god.”

You both laughed at the irony of that statement, nestling underneath the covers.

Asmo threw his arm over you. “Well, as heavenly as my hands may be...it’s time to sleep. Beauty waits for no one, after all.”

You hummed in agreement, slipping your eyes closed. You could feel yourself drifting off...

“Thanks for this.”

Your breathing evened out, signalling that you were asleep. Asmo smiled, placing a small kiss on your forehead.

“Anytime. Come to me when you feel restless again, okay?”

Beelzebub

Beel was the one to have a nightmare.

He didn’t remember what it was, but when he came to his hand was outstretched towards the ceiling, tears dotting his pillowcase. He rolled out of bed, quietly padding out of the room so that he didn’t accidentally wake his twin up.

He rubbed his eyes. Even though he didn’t remember it, he could guess what it was about.

I’ve been having nightmares more often lately...

He saw the light of the fireplace as he passed by the entrance to the living room, and he wondered who else was up. Was it Lucifer? Levi?

Once he gaze fell on you fiddling with your D.D.D. on the couch, he stepped in.

“Aren’t you tired?”

His voice startled you, almost making you drop your device.

“Oh, Beel! What are you doing up?”

He shook his head, loosely grasping his left wrist as he frowned. “I just woke up and saw that the light was on,” He said as he sat down. “I was curious.”

You shifted to let him sit next to you, throwing a smile his way. “Funny coincidence, huh? I couldn’t fall back asleep either.”

A small smile formed at your words. “At least it’s the weekend.”

You stretched. “I know! Lucifer can’t yell at us for this!”

Beel looked off to the side in thought, giving a decisive nod. “He would still find something that we messed up on to yell about, though.”

Your snort of laughter made him feel lighter, erasing any traces of the mind-numbing fear and grief sadness his nightmare left behind.

You tapped his arm. “Something up?”

He shook his head, a smile blooming on his face as he looked at you. “...No, not anymore. Do you want to go grab something to eat with me?”

You leapt to your feet with a grin. “Beel, when will I ever say no to that?”

And so, you two raided the fridge of its contents and snacked on whatever you could find. You talked about anything and everything that came to mind, throwing out the garbage before huddling against each other in front of the dying embers.

You wrapped a blanket around you both, a yawn escaping you. “Thanks for being my hangout buddy, Beel.”

He beamed, its radiance slightly dulled by his tiredness. “We’re family. It’s the least I could do.”

You fell asleep against each other, and the other brothers couldn’t help but take pictures of the heartwarming scene once they found you two.

For the first time in weeks, Beel slept peacefully.

Belphegor

Belphie was en route to the planetarium when he ran into you.

“Going somewhere?” He asked with amusement in his voice, watching you compose yourself.

You jabbed a finger at him. “I am, actually. I was going...uh...”

He raised an eyebrow as you flailed to find an answer despite having recollected yourself moments prior, dragging it out before he decided to throw you a mercy line. “I’m going to the planetarium, if you want to come.”

You nodded, relief flashing across your features. “Thanks, Belphie.”

You two made a pile of blankets on the floor, pointing out constellations and making up stories for them. ...Well, you were, at least; Belphie was content to let you ramble, quietly chuckling at your elaborate depictions of each celestial body you pointed out.

“What are you doing up, anyways?” He asked, interrupting your recent tale.

You huffed. “Way to kill the vibe, Edgelord.”

He raised a brow. “...And the vibe happened to be you describing how Orion brutally skewed the Ursa Minor for his lover?”

You nodded sagely. “It’s a tale of love and betrayal, of sacrifice and ambition.”

He snorted. “Are you going to answer the question?”

You rolled over to face him. “I just...couldn’t sleep, I guess.”

“You can’t sleep?” He repeated, looking over at you in surprise. He shook off his initial reaction with a small, exasperated smile. “It looks like you came to the right demon, then.”

You flopped back dramatically onto the piles. “Please impart your wisdom on me, O wise one.”

Instead of scoffing at you, like he usually did, he placed a hand onto your head. “You won’t have to worry about any nightmares tonight.”

- And then you were out.

He sighed. “Just what am I going to do with you...?”

He now makes sure to check up on you from time-to-time, pulling you in for a dreamless sleep whenever he sees your fatigue. Despite himself napping the most in either the attic or the room he shared with Beel, he would lead you to the planetarium to sleep.

It was a sacred place for him, and who better to share it with than with you?

#obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me #swd om #om swd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #shall we date obey me #long post

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husky-twst-and-obeyme · 5 years ago

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The Brothers (Plus Un-Datables) when it’s MC’s Birthday

(I’m so sorry i haven’t posted qwq I really wanted tor try and do this on my birthday but i got a certain game and I’ve been attached since then- but I hope you enjoy this!!)

Lucifer

-He knew your birthday ahead of time -at first, he didn’t want to plan anything special, maybe just a private dinner with some gifts -but you mean more to him then just that -So he in secrets gets you gifts through the months without anyone noticing -gets you a present on your birthday every few hours until you are greeted wiht a small hill of presents at the end of the day -His presents mainly consisted of things that caught your interest , as well as some jewelry to bring out yours eyes

Mammon

-He wouldn’t know it was your birthday until two days before -He tries to plan things out as best as possible as well as not spending way too much money on you -he knows you worry about his debt, so he tries to get things at a mild price -When the day comes, he wakes you up with a party popper and gives you kisses -he gives you the presents after breakfast so that you can enjoy them for the rest of the day -You would slightly question how expensive these looks, which made you worry that he spent too much but you don’t bother him about it -you guys would finish the day snuggling in bed , nothing sexual, just two dorks in bed , maybe watching a few movies on a laptop

Levi

-He would absolute know when your birthday was coming up -He would want to try and do things he saw in his animes, like going out , doing karaoke, a stereotypical under the cherry blossoms scene, etc etc -it’s more normal than you think -he does try to take you out but he clings onto your arm the whole time - You thought it was sweet that he was trying to be a little more outgoing -the best part is when we took you to a park near a crimson red lake -You guys sat there for hours, talking about recent animes, manga and such -his gift was of figures of an anime that interested you and you really appreciated it -you soon return the favor and kiss him -he’s immediately red

Satan

-He was aware of your birthday coming up but he was distracted to remember it right away -he didn’t realize until is it before bed on the day before, you mention that you were excited for your birthday -then it hit him like a truck -He freaked out slightly because 1. he would never forget purposely 2. he didn’t have time to plan or get the perfect gift -so he decided to make you one -he made origami animals, he did better then expected with them -when he presented them to you , you were filled with excitement! -they were so cute and you noticed how most of them were mainly cats but you didn’t mind, it’s satan after all -he would still feel bad about almost forgetting, so he would shower you with more love than before

Asmo

-He was excited, he had already planned the whole and how it would go -First, perfect breakfast, then afterwards Birthday shopping , and so on -but you immediately knew what the surprise gift was , it’s asmo, what else would you get as a “surprise” -but ...it wasn’t-?? -You were ready for him to pull a move to lead you into bed but he instead holds out a present -he eagerly waits for you to open and you thought it was a “toy” but it was a hand knitted sweater -you could tell it was by the way it was made -he explained that anything would of been good for you , but he wanted it to be more special than that -you finished the day sleeping with Asmo in your new sweater , surprisingly with no sex at all -....until morning-

Beel

-Beel planned to make sweets for you but needed to make sure you stayed out of the kitchen -so he had belphie keep you away from the kitchen until your birthday arrives -it was so hard for him not to eat what he baked but he gave himself motivation by saying “Mc’s kisses are sweeter, Mc’s kisses are sweeter “ to keep his mind off food -Finally when beel present his food gifts, you were so surprised and happy -but you couldn’t finish it all by yourself , so you offer him some bites -he tries not to since they were for you but takes you on that offer when his stomach growls -reguardless though, he did end up with your kisses and he was right , you were sweeter

Belphie

-you’d think he wouldn’t care but in reality, he just didn’t know what to give you -he wants it to be good especially since he caused you harm from before -then he gets the idea to go camping -when he suggested that on the day of, you gladly accepted , which reliefed him because if you said “no” it would of ruined his plans -When you guys got set up , he did fun things with you , even though he was doing so with low effort , like hiking (at least a little) , animal watching , and such -it gets darker out (it already was but it gets darker near night ) and you both watch the stars in the sky -he holds your hand and tells you about each of the stars , telling you that you shine just as beautifully as them -you soon lay into his embrace and sleep , as he hums rubbing your head as you both sleep peacefully under the glimmering stars

Diavolo

-He was the most excited for your birthday -He would make sure that everything was perfect just for you , you are his future Queen (boy or girl or neutral ,you’d be Queen regardless) after all -He firstly showers you in kisses and starts you off with a nice morning bath with him -he treats you to your favorite breakfast (same for when lunch and dinner arrive) -Before dinner , he lefts you open your presents , they were mainly things like treasure, jewelry, dress/outfits and thing usually for royalty -your favorite was the crown he had made for you -It had your birthstone as the main jewel -He has a party for you but you stayed close to him for the most part -you were surprised he didn’t dance with you during that but there was a reason behind it -When the party was over, you headed to your room with him , thinking you’d both go to bed, he opens the balcony and extends a hand toward you for a dance -you were surprised by this and his charming smile made you blush -you accept his offer and danced with him in the moonlight

Barbatos

-He would know about your birthday but pretends not to to keep you from expecting a surprise from him -He mainly bakes sweets for you but he has other gifts that aren’’t entirely food -on the day of , he surprised you with a morning kiss -Diavolo allowed him to spend the day with you , if he was allowed to tag along (he wanted to make sure you have a good birthday too ) -You spend time with him doing outdoor activities, like golf or tennis -Diavolo actually distracted you for a while while Barbatos prepared your gifts -Diavolo even gave you a small gift, it was a braclet that had a bright green stone and (whatever color matches you ) stone -”it’s you and Barbatos , set in stone !” -Soon you given your gifts from Barbatos , he knew very well what you wanted and he got everything you wanted at that time -you finish off by eating sweets together but Diavolo left before that , mainly because he scented romance coming forth -which was true but all you two was mainly kiss for a bit and maybe a little more

Solomon

-He didn’t even know it was your birthday today and you got a little salty -he tries to make it up to you but doing magic spells for you -you didn’t trust him to since he likes to prank you with his magic at times -but he made wonderful things out of his magic, like aurora like bunnies jumping through the air or cute aurora bears playing -it was all so cute and beautiful , that you soften up just a little -he then treats you to a fine dinner , your favorite place -You’re glad he’s actually trying his best for you today that it almost didn’t matter -all you cared about him and were happy with him -at the end of the day , he kissed your forehead , and a magic seal was on it , it formed a heart -”now you’ll always have my enteral love~”

Simeon

-He wasn’t sure how humans did birthdays but he knew it included gifts, so you hand made you his gifts -the first on was a beaded bracelet that was silver and blue -then he made you a wool scarf -and the last one was a charm , he used a little magic for this one -He gave his gifts slowly through the day -you loved each one , the bracelet was so pretty and you felt so warm with the scarf but you haven’t gotten the last one yet -It was getting close to the end of the day and you noticed that Simeon was extra cheery -”hiding something from me ?~” you sneer -He smiles and hands you the charm -at first , you didn’t see what the big deal was until it floated and glowed -It gave off such a warm feeling “now if we’re ever apart, you’ll always have a little bit of me around to protect and comfort you, My sweet Angel~”

(I hope you enjoyed! leave more suggestions for stuff like this!

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ruewrites · 4 years ago

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We’re Blooming Together Chapter 6: Sweet Dreams

AO3

Ships: Solomon/Asmo, Diavolo/Lucifer (implied)

Word Count: 4010

Warnings: Drinking Mention

Chapter 1-Chapter 2-Chapter 3-Chapter 4-Chapter 5-Chapter 6-Chapter 7-Chapter 8-Chapter 9-Chapter 10-Chapter 11-Chapter 12

Asmo was exhausted when his alarm went off. It wasn’t the normal morning grogginess. He probably would have been mildly tired no matter what this morning. Mammon hadn’t gotten them back from their stakeout until near one in the morning. Honestly he was surprised Lucifer hadn’t been up in the living room and ready to reprimand them. They were all adults sure, but Lucifer never seemed to move past the idea that they were all still six years old.

Actually… Lucifer wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Asmo had just come down from his routine and into the dining room like he always did, but there was no Lucifer… Beel and Belphie were in their normal spots, but the coffee pot was left completely unattended. “Did Lucifer leave already?” he asked, turning towards the twins. The fact that Lucifer wasn’t there threw him off a bit. It just… wasn’t like him.

Beel shook his head, “Not that I’m aware of, we haven’t seen him.” Asmo nodded and turned back around to get his breakfast together and pour himself a little extra coffee. Normally he would wait until he got onto campus, but he was going to need a little extra boost today.

“Asmo?” Beel asked as he put his bagel in the toaster. “I’m sorry we read your letter. The more I thought about it… The more I realized how much we upset you. We really shouldn’t have done it.”

Oh sweet Beelzebub. Always his darling younger brother.

Asmo sighed and leaned against the counter. “Well, there’s nothing we can do about it now… But thank you Beel,” he said. At least one of his brothers still kind of respected both his privacy and his personal life. Of course it wasn’t okay that it happened, but how could he stay mad at Beel? Especially when he had the sweetest puppy dog face he’d ever seen. He was just so innocent.

He’d let Beel and Satan meet Secret first. It would be an excellent way to steal his nerves for when he had to introduce them to Lucifer. After all, Lucifer’s approval was the one that he really needed.

“Do they make you happy?”

Asmo stopped for a moment and stared at the wall in front of him. “Well of course, I love getting letters from them, but even then, even if they do, it doesn’t matter unless they get Lucifer’s stamp of approval,” he sighed, picking up his bagel from the toaster as it popped up.

Beel was silent for a while, turning to look at a snoring Belphie who was slumped against his shoulder. It was almost as if he was contemplating waking up his twin to confer with him before speaking again. Then he turned back to Asmo, “I don’t think Lucifer would have a problem.”

He had to stop himself from laughing. “Really? You don’t think so? Are we talking about the same Lucifer?” he asked, “The same Lucifer has a little talk with anyone that gets brought into this house? You know, the one where some people come out looking like they've met Death? The same Lucifer who compares everything to ‘a case he had one time’ to explain why it would end bad and why we should just forget about it?” Honestly Asmo could go on. Lucifer was strict and overprotective. He’s always been. Should he have had to raise them? No. But they were all adults now, and he didn’t have to be so…. Lucifer all the time. Of course he adored his big brother, he always had, but sometimes even he thought he could be a little ridiculous (especially when it came to him wanting to have fun). He’d broken some of his rules before and come out completely fine. He’d snuck out of the house and nothing bad happened.

“Well, you said they make you happy, and Lucifer just wants what’s best,” Beel reasoned, “So… he shouldn’t have a problem. If you’re happy and safe, that’s all that matters.” He was always so optimistic, Asmo honestly wished he wasn’t worried about what Lucifer would say. He wanted to believe he'd be happy for him, but he could also see the worst in Asmo’s Secret… It made a knot form in the pit of his stomach.

“Maybe…” he sighed. Honestly it would be so nice and easy to believe that Lucifer wouldn’t be difficult about it, but he wasn’t that delusional.

“It’s almost like you’ve never met Lucifer,” Belphie murmured, eyes opening only slightly.

“I mean, he could-”

“Do you really think so?”

There was a silence between the twins for a moment. Asmo felt like there was a conversation going on between them that he couldn’t hear. Sometimes it was creepy. He wasn’t sure if he’d really ever understand it.

Finally Beel broke the silence, “Yeah, I do.”

Asmo wished he had that certainty…

******

He felt Solomon nudge him after Demonology. He wasn’t normally one to fall asleep in class. He hadn’t even realized that he had dozed off. Had the professor seen him? He hoped not. Honestly he hoped that (for once) no one noticed him. It was embarrassing him. “Are you alright?” he asked, “Usually you do your nails when you’re bored, not fall asleep.”

He looked genuinely concerned, and if made Asmo forget his worries for just a moment and smile.

Asmo stretched out over his desk before standing up, still trying to get his wits about himself. “My brothers ,” he yawned, “They were so sold on this stakeout thing… I didn’t get home till late last night. Or I guess early this morning if you want to get technical.” What he wouldn’t give for a nap. If only he had the confidence to curl up in one of the common rooms and stay there like Belphie did. He was actually close to giving in and just finding a spot where no one could see him. Why did he have to be so self conscious about everything he did?

“So you need coffee.”

Oh Solomon knew him so well. “Can it be a double shot today? Just to make sure I’m awake,” he asked, bumping into Solomon’s side as they exited the classroom. Other students bustled around them, some sprinting to other classes and others laughing and chatting with friends. It really could be any of them… Anyone one of his fellow classmates could be sending him the letters, anyone of them could be Secret, anyone of them could have captured his heart. Of course Asmo had his preferences, but the thought alone-

The chilly fall air snapped Asmo back to his senses and sent a shudder through him. How far were they into the semester again? Where had the semester gone? Would Secret continue to pursue him after this if he never found them?

Time was so fickle. One minute it was drudging by barely making an effort to move, and in the next instant a day passed by within a single second.

Asmo was never aware of time passing by when he was with Solomon. In a sense, every moment with him was magical.

“What’s up?” Solomon asked.

“Just… Just a lot on my mind is all… I just need my coffee.”

The campus cafe had a rather mellow atmosphere. People were chatting, working on projects, or just enjoying some alone time. Light filtered in from the large windows on the walls and espresso filled his senses. Plants also hung from hooks on the ceiling. All in all it was a nice place. He and Solomon were sitting in one of the booths, bloomed flowers hanging next to them and had dropped a few soft, bright petals onto their table. Asmo enjoyed picking them up and carefully playing with them between his fingers. They still felt crisp and smooth, not yet wilted or withered. They were pretty too. He should really get some more flowers for his room. After a few sips of coffee, Asmo found himself able to form some more coherent thoughts. He still wanted a nap, but at least his head no longer felt like static.

“We were all crammed in Mammon’s car. Levi and Mammon didn’t even have a plan . We just sat there staring at nothing! I have no clue how Belphie was sleeping in the back. We were all crammed together! It was awful, just awful,” he huffed, setting his coffee down, “Like, I can kind of get it, but why can’t they just let me handle this in my own way? I’m an adult, they don’t need to be in my business.”

Solomon’s smile was telling. Of course he didn’t think the night was as horrible as Asmodeus was saying. “Sounds like a nice time out with your family if you ask me,” he said.

“You would think so. It’s a wonder we even got past Lucifer.”

Asmo swore it was all because the universe had lined up perfectly just to spite him.

But how could he be mad at Solomon? Solomon who had such a wonderful smile. The sunlight created a lustrous glow around him, and who’s eyes he could absolutely become lost in. Solomon who was so smart, and considerate, and cunning, and-

…..

Maybe taking a break from the dating scene had been a mistake. Sure his last relationship had been an absolute dumpster fire, and sure he had Secret’s letters… But this time alone was starting to awaken feelings inside him that he’d prefer to stay down. He’d only get hurt… He knew that Solomon didn’t think of him that way. Yet his thoughts always drifted to the what ifs. What if Solomon actually liked him? What if Solomon wanted to touch him like he did in his dreams? What if Solomon was Secret?

He really needed more self restraint. He needed his old crush to stop already.

“Oh! I almost forgot to tell you about my letter,” Asmo chirped, then he let out a dreamy sigh, “It was absolutely divine . I didn’t think it was possible for one person to say so many wonderful things to me in a letter.”

No one had taken the time to write him one before…

“Oh? So you liked it?”

“Is that even a question?” he asked. Of course he loved it! It was so sweet, and wonderful. “It was so kind… You know people usually focus on my looks, and I mean they should . I am drop dead gorgeous after all.”

Solomon snorted at the dramatics, as Asmo struck a pose and flipped his hair back ever so slightly (and it landed perfectly ), but let him continue on about his letter.

“But, they also focus on other parts of me, you know, the nonphysical things…” he stopped for a moment. How did he express how it made him feel? “It’s… It’s just so- It really… so… so-”

Solomon’s smirk disappeared, and his eyebrows furrowed together. Asmo couldn’t understand why until he found himself sniffling and his vision becoming blurry. Dammit he wasn’t about to let his makeup smear. Solomon passed him a napkin and Asmo carefully dabbed at the underneath of his eyes.

“So-?”

“ So sweet .”

Was it simple wording? Yes. Did it come anywhere close to describing what he was feeling or Secret’s wonderful way with words? Absolutely not. But it was the only thing Asmo could think of. The only words his mind would allow him to use to explain Secret’s love.

And in no way was it enough.

Was there even a word to describe how he truly felt?

Asmo was embarrassed about how he was tearing up in public. It was just so… so wonderful. Secret was so wonderful. Just thinking about that last letter unearthed so many emotions within him. It was silly. He’d been in relationships before. He’d had nice things said to him before.

Why was this so different?

Well, he knew why, but he was afraid to admit it.

It was time to change the subject. He couldn’t spend the rest of his day with blotchy, red tinted eyes. “Maybe you could take some handwriting lessons from them when we find them when we find them,” he chuckled, still dabbing at his eyes, “You could finally make that chicken scratch you call notes into something legible.”

“I think my handwriting is legible.”

“So it’s legible to other people.”

“Are you saying you can’t read my notes?”

“Not unless I’m sitting next to you so you can read them to me,” Asmo snorted, and Solomon’s smile returned to his face. Although Asmo couldn’t get the odd weight out of his chest. It felt like someone took a rock and dropped it inside of him, weighing him down despite his want to float above it all.

Solomon grabbed his things and started to move from his seat, “Well, maybe I can write a book to help you read it better. You could nap at the apartment while I work on it if you’d like.”

“Oh how gentlemanly of you,” Asmo laughed. That same bell like laugh that Secret adored, “Mmm, but a quiet place to have an uninterrupted nap is incredibly tempting.”

As Solomon helped him out of the booth, Asmo’s phone went off.

…

Odd.

“Hello?”

“No sign of suspicious activity. Over.”

“ Levi ?” His brothers rarely called him when he was still on campus. Furthermore, it was usually to either tell the twins something, to ask him to pick something up on his way home, or to inform him of last minute family plans. They were never weird like this.

“You didn’t say over. Over.”

“Levi what are you talking about? Where are you?”

“Omg Asmo just say over. Over.”

Asmo let out an annoyed sigh and rolled his eyes in Solomon’s direction. This was ridiculous. “ Fine. What do you want?”

Silence.

Levi’s pout was palpable through the speaker

Asmo groaned. “Over.”

This was dumb, but Levi now sounded pleased.

“We’re continuing our stakeout like we said we would. Mammon had me and the twins to scout out your campus today. I’m rotating out with him and Satan. Over.”

“You can’t be serious. At my school ?”

“You forgot to say over,” Solomon mused, leaning into Asmo’s phone. The warmth of his breath caressed Asmo’s skin. He suppressed the shudder that desperately wanted to run through him and shot Solomon a look. All Solomon did was laugh in response.

“Beel tells me that there’s no one by the snack bar,” Asmo heard, Levi sigh, “And I think Belphie fell asleep on his phone. Unless this keysmashing is a new form of code. Over.”

“You really don’t need to do this…. Over.”

“Oh but we do! Just think about all of the implications this has! Remember that manga I was telling you about? It has the greatest ending once they find out who it is and I can only imagine-”

“ Perfect . Great . Listen, I’m sure you have some work to get back to and Solomon and I are busy and have plans so goodbye Levi! Love you! See you later! At home. Not on my campus .”

Click .

Asmo needed that nap.

*****

Solomon’s bed was comfortable. Not that Asmo’s wasn’t, but a bed in general had never felt more heavenly (and Asmo had been in a lot of them). It smelt like him, and it was oddly comforting. Like a candle that had just been snuffed out, or like a distant fire. It was wrapped all around him and lulled Asmo into a sense of security. Everything was safe and secure and alright. He was alright. He’d woken up to more of Luke’s treats and hot chocolate and a warm greeting from Simeon once he stepped out of Solomon’s room, and Solomon working on his latest project on the couch. The sun fell on him in the most perfect of ways. Asmo couldn’t help but stare. He wondered only for a moment if Simeon noticed him, but that thought didn’t last long before Solomon invited him to join him for a bit. He asked him about his nap, if he felt better now, if he’d like him to walk him home once more.

It felt wonderful.

It was perfect.

It was nothing short of peaceful.

This was what absolute bliss felt like, and it kept relaying in his mind long after he got home.

What he wouldn’t give to have this be his day to day life.

Especially after he found the next letter.

Perhaps it was over optimistic of him to believe that Solomon wrote it, but he had been with Solomon all day and he hadn’t noticed anyone else. The thought of Solomon made his heart flutter as he read over it. He felt so incredibly stupid giggling and wiping away stray tears as he read and reread the words over and over and over again. This was what Secret did to him… Or… Well...What Solomon did to him he supposed. He made him feel so wonderful, like he could float on air. No one had ever made him feel quite like this. Something was blooming within Asmo. He wasn’t sure what it was quite yet, but he loved it.

A Crush? Love? Adoration?

It didn’t matter. What mattered was that it was Asmo’s, and that he never wanted it to end, and he never wanted it to stop making him feel so wonderful.

If I could rewrite the past for you and give you the life you deserved

I would

If I had any say in how things went

I would make sure you had the most pleasant dreams when you slept at night

I would rip every star from the night sky and weave you a crown if I were able

I would go to the gates of Hell itself and back

And face off against the devil himself.

I would do it all for you

Because everything about you is wonderful in my eyes

I want to give you the best,

To take care of you,

And give you everything I have

Until there is nothing left to give.

Because you deserve every good thing this world has to give

I adore you.

I love you.

I want to be closer to you.

I’ll never leave you.

For as long as my heart beats

It belongs to you

And no one else.

You are my everything

My eternity.

An existence without you is not one at all.

You haunt my dreams and my thoughts

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

You deserve so much in this life,

And in any other.

I will give you everything I have until there’s nothing left.

My Darling, Think of Me,

Your Secret

It made him melt, just like the pink, heart-shaped candies in his mouth. Maybe Solomon had improved his penmanship after all.

The words plagued his thoughts long after he put the letter down, towing with the idea of texting Solomon in reference to the letter. Should he send something playful? Something flirty? Of course he wanted to be creative. Solomon had put so much into his little gifts and letters. The living room TV played quietly in the living room as he sat on the couch. For once the room was quiet and absent of anyone else other than himself and Cerberus who was laying on the floor contently. Every now and again Asmo would read down to scratch his ears or pet his soft fur. It was an odd feeling, but after being harassed by his brothers, it was welcomed. What made it even sweeter was the mood going to Solomon’s had put him in.

However, the silence also brought his attention closer to the creaking door opening and closing, and Cerberus’ head perked up. Lucifer came in rubbing his temples and for a moment the two brothers made eye contact. Lucifer looked completely thrown off and his clothes from yesterday were slung over one arm. The clothes he was currently wearing were definitely not his. They were too big, too loose, too comfortable . It definitely was not a Lucifer look. It was an odd sight, and it took Asmo a while to process. Then it hit Asmo and his jaw dropped. He’d always joked and pressed about it, but really?

“Asmodeus,” Lucifer warned, eyes boring into Asmo’s very soul.

“No, you didn’t .”

“Asmodeus, do not.”

“Did you really-?”

“ Asmodeus .”

“You spent the night!” the last bit came out as a squeal and Lucifer rubbed his temples.

Asmo couldn’t believe it.Had he been right? Did his brother and Diavolo have a thing going on? He always thought it was obvious but-

“Someone drank a little too much when we went out and I couldn’t leave him,” Lucifer huffed, “So I made sure he was alright.”

“I drink a little too much sometimes and I’m able to come home and be by myself alright. Hypothetically.”

The only reason Asmo added that ‘hypothetically’ was because of the look Lucifer shot him. Of course, his darling younger brother would absolutely never go out and get trashed only to wander back to his room (or to Solomon’s) and crash. He was always fine though, so it wasn’t that big of a deal. Asmo could take care of himself.

“Come on, you can tell me! I love hearing all about romance, you know that,” Asmo begged. Was he being a hypocrite on multiple levels? Absolutely. Did he care? Nope.

Lucifer sighed and shook his head, “I like to keep my private life private Asmodeus. I do not speak on my relationship with Diavolo because I do not want to. That is that.”

“You could bring him over more…”

The two stared at each other once more. Both were withholding information that neither of them were willing to discuss.

“Don’t start spreading my personal matters to other people. I allow you privacy with your relationships, I only ask the same of you.”

Asmo huffed and fell back onto the couch. Yeah, Lucifer didn’t want to hear the juicy details of his relationships (which were always Asmo’s favorite part about hearing of other people’s relationships) only when things went wrong. Which… Asmo wasn’t completely mad at him for. He didn’t snoop around like some of his other brothers, and he had gotten Asmo out of a few rough patches with other partners. Sure, he could be a little overbearing at times and parental to a fault, but at the end of the day he cared. He didn’t want to see them hurt.

But Asmo could also take care of himself. Even if something bad happened. He could take care of himself.

After a moment, he nodded reluctantly and slumped down a bit, “Fine.” He watched Lucifer circle over to pat Cerberus’ head before heading off to his room, Cerberus in tow. “But can you tell me a little bit? Later. On your own terms?”

He still wanted to know… Lucifer always seemed happy with Diavolo….

Lucifer stopped and for the third time that night, a silence settled between them. Had Asmo gone too far? He was just about to slink away to his room and forget about his question when Lucifer turned his head to look at him. “Perhaps… We’ll see. Goodnight Asmodeus. Sweet dreams.”

And then he was gone.

Sweet dreams indeed .

That night, Asmo found himself surrounded by Solomon’s smokey aroma in his dreams. It was comforting and wonderful. He could help but think about how Diavolo and Lucifer had most likely been curled up together, and Solomon did the same to him in his dream. He held him closer than any partner had ever held him before. He allowed Solomon to take Secret’s place. To let those honey-laced words pour our in Solomon’s smooth, even voice. It was perfect. It was all beyond perfect. This was what Asmo wanted. Fuck his self restraint. He’d let his heart run wild. After all, it had to be Solomon. It just had to be . He couldn’t understand how it couldn’t be him. Besides, Solomon’s presence was welcomed, and a wonderful one to fill his dreams.

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gakucchis · 4 years ago

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,,THE RV DANCE HEADCANONS WERE SO GOOD?????? WTF?????? but HEAR ME OUT,,mc dances to move by taemin,, bet which character will lose their minds first LMAO

hiiiiii thank you sweetheart 🥺 sorry for my late reply, i was kind of down and just not in the condition to rlly write anything. just like the original ask with the rv headcanons i never know if y'all expect a short answer, a ranking or like headcanons because im dumbi 💜 ill just write small headcanons this time and rank them 💜 even tho i primarily listen to girl groups (except for exo and a lil got7) i reallyyy like move

pls note im bad at rankings!

small and ranked headcanons about mc dancing to move by taemin🖤

1. levi

would definitely be the type of fan to hate boy groups because he's jealous

and you dancing to someone who's handsome, good at dancing, kind, talented, etc.? his jealousy would make him explode

at the end though he'd be the most intrigued – aka the one dying from a blush – by your dance because even if he doesn't like taemin, he knows the song

would just die seeing you dance to such a sensual song by someone he knows

won't be able to watch you dance it fully, dies before the end

2. mammon

just any slightly suggestive interaction with you already makes him die inside because of his exploding heart

tries to watch you carefully, but you just know what you're doing to him

"honestly human, ya tryna kill me here?" he'd mumble but cannot hide his desire to kiss you

"don't ya dare do this for anyone else!"

3. asmo

asmo wouldn't be shy or anything, of course not!

but his desire of you would grow quicker than that of anyone else

honestly, he probably knows the song as well, but he will compliment your dancing and say you're even better than him! how can that be?

won't die from embarrassment, but will die if you don't take care of his lust afterwards

4. satan

even though he's the teasing type, he can't hide his blush from you that's growing by the second

will try to tease you a little bit, but honestly as soon as you’d tease him back with his weakness, his pink cheeks, you have won

ultimately he would try to shut you up by giving you a kiss

5. belphie

tired and uninterested at first and will try to keep up the facade, but he’ll still allow you to dance for him

secretly uses his pillow to cover half of his face, as much as he can to not let you notice his light pink cheeks

resolves to teasing you to hide his shyness, but can’t forget the image of your dancing in his head

6. lucifer

pretty busy like always, but if you really ask him while batting your eyelashes, he’d find some time for you

you would probably be the one feeling more shy before him, which is his mission, but if you give it your all to this song, the tables would turn

the second you tease him though, expect him to never make time for you like this again

if you don’t tease him, he’d still give you some compliments afterwards and maybe spend even more time with you... differently

7. beel

he’s hungry and really wants to grab a snack before, but you can convince him if you just offer your dessert as a deal

he likes sports, so he would enjoy watching you dance, especially because he likes human music!

but he’s also impressed by your movements

slowly forgets his hunger as he starts yearning for you instead, but as he would realize that he’d be getting shy

8. solomon

honestly doesn’t know a lot about this type of music, but since it’s a pretty popular song, he actually recognizes it

seems pretty unfazed, like always, and would actually give you real feedback, but even you notice that he seems more quiet than usually

secretly happy that you chose him over an angel or a demon

would also probably listen to some other songs by taemin to talk to you about it next time

9. diavolo

absolutely beaming at you asking him!

it doesn’t matter if you’re a bad dancer, he’ll be happy regardless

claps for your performance and gives you compliment after compliment, to you it seems like he’s just supportive

but he loved every second and feels happy to be chosen, knowing you’re not intimated by him

10. simeon

even a kind-hearted angel like him would have to be tempted sometimes, and if you'd be coming to him specifically, this would probably be your mission

he doesn’t even know how to use a phone, don’t expect him to keep up with korean pop music even if it’s a popular song like this

totally innocent and supporting of your dance but...

try your best and look at his concentrated eyes and sense that maybe, just a little, you accomplished your mission

11. barbatos

pretty busy usually, but will somehow find some time for you

will carefully watch you, and is probably the best at staying unfazed

still, he can’t deny that his heart beat a little quicker while watching your body move

will naturally shower you with compliments 🤍

masterlist 🤍

#obey me #obey me!#obey me headcanon #obey me shall we date #obey me solomon #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me! shall we date?#obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me diavolo #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan

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whatissleepeven · 4 years ago

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We be having sad boy hours cause my phone is such a godamn potato I had to choose between Obey Me and FGO because of space issues and I had to uninstall Obey Me

(I've had space issues before too, it's one of the reasons I lost my first FGO account because I thought I could just transfer it but I was DUMB and forgot to write down the transfer info)

We've lost a soldier today, please pay respects to our fallen comrade

You will live on in our hearts Odd 😭😭

Sad boy hours

Initiate

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As a send off, I gift this to you:

Saying Goodbye

Lucifer

"So you're leaving us to go back to your home...well, you've certainly caused me many headaches during your time here. I personally never want to see you near Solomon again due to the horrible chain of events that occur immediately afterwards. However, I cannot overlook all that you have done so far for my family. I...thank you. Thank you, and I hope to see you in the near future if possible."

Mammon

"Wh- huh?! The fun's just gettin' started! Y-...ya really have to go? ...It's just... It's been one hell of a ride, y'know? And I...gah, nevermind! Don't ever forget that I'm your first man, and if ya need anythin' just holler. Ya can't get rid of me that easily!" (Levi whispers something to him.) "What? Whaddya mean Odd's leavin' for good? What does that matter? If ya need me, ya need me! I'll come runnin' no matter what!"

Leviathan

"Ahh...this sucks, you know. I finally found the Henry to my Lord of Shadows, only for you to have to leave...I guess I'll be more honest, though, since it's you. Even though you tease me about being an otaku, you're still pretty cool. You and Solomon would watch TSL with me no matter how many times I've seen it, and you've never let me put myself down, so what I want to say is...thank you. Thank you for being a true friend. Tell me your gamer profile so we can play together sometime!"

Satan

"It feels almost surreal that you're leaving. I understand that you have your own motives, but...I was hoping to spend a bit more time with you. You've helped me more than you could ever know, after all. I'm going to take your advice and start living for myself. ...Surely you'll come back in the near future? I would love to hear more about your takes on mythology. Oh, and call if you ever need anything; I'm serious."

Asmodeus

"Whaaat? You're leaving us?! There's still so much we need to do, shopping trips to Majolish to take, and spa days to have in my room! ...Well, I guess that's just how it is. I'll only say this once and don't you forget it, okay? You truly are a jewel in your own right. Your beauty is different from mine, but it is stunning nonetheless. Don't ever lose that, you hear? Good! Now give me a hug so I can cry into your shoulder; I don't want anyone to see my face get puffy!"

Belphegor

"Oh, you're going back home?...I see. We haven't hung out as much as you have with my brothers, but I do consider you someone I'm close to; you're the one who helped me out of that attic and forgave me despite everything I've done, after all. (He laughs.) ...I'm terrible at this, aren't I? I hate goodbyes, in all honesty. It's the only thing I have in common with Solomon. I hope you don't forget about us, because we'll be waiting for you."

Diavolo

"I am proud of everything you have done for my friend and his family, and I am proud of you. You took a challenge and not only overcame it, but also made some fond memories along the way. The exchange program is a success because of you. ...On a side note, as a being who admires your bravery and is fond of you...do visit soon, alright? I find your adventures with Solomon entertaining and would like to join sometime!"

Barbatos

"I must commend you for surviving this long. As My Lord said, you have taken a challenge and overcame it. Baking with you, Luke and Beel is something I never thought I would look forward to, but it seems that there's still a few things that can surprise me. That being said, when you visit next time please leave My Lord out of this; it will be hard to clean up the mess."

Luke

"Aw, do you really have to go? ...I guess you can't help it, considering what happened and all...Just don't go and forget about us!! Simeon and I will always have your back, so if you're in trouble call us! Oh, and please don't associate with those demons any more than you have. They're nothing but trouble! I'll send some of the sweets I baked for you so you can remember me; my treat!"

Simeon

"You've done a fantastic job, and I couldn't be prouder of you. Luke has a point; we'll try to be there for you when we can. I enjoy seeing you and Solomon craft ideas together; I can tell that you've had a positive impact on him. And...thank you for helping Lucifer. I couldn't do anything for him both here and in the Celestial Realm, so I thank you from the bottom of my heart. We'll be waiting for you should you return."

Solomon

"So this is goodbye, it seems. I can at least visit you on Earth, so we won't be far apart for long. I've enjoyed your company more than I probably should've, and partaking in your ideas has brought joy to my life. I take back my earlier statement because Belphie is right; I hate goodbyes. Like the first book in a series, our story is not yet finished; in fact, our journeys are just beginning. Don't be a stranger, alright?"

Beelzebub

"I heard from Belphie that you're leaving. ....(It's silent for a few moments before Beel wraps you in a bear hug, breathing heavily as if he's trying to not cry.) You've done so much for me and my-...no, our family that a lifetime supply of food isn't enough to thank you. You're a kind person who didn't hesitate to hold my hand to comfort me when I asked, and for the first time in a while I didn't have any nightmares. Please don't forget about us while you're gone, and if you visit...I'm going to share all of my food with you. Take me on another one of your adventures next time; I like seeing you happy."

(Solomon shoos them all in front of you, raising his hands as if he's conducting them.)

Solomon: 3, 2, 1!

Everyone: Goodbye, Odd! And even if you miss the moon, you'll land among the stars!

#we lost a good honest soul today #odd you will live on in our hearts my friend #i shall carry on your legacy in obey me and give beel the love he deserves #it's been a blast 😭#sleep is being dramatic but we lost a good person today everyone 😢#oddnub #the fallen hero odd #kick ass in fgo for us #sleep's answered asks #obey me headcanons #obey me thoughts #obey me brothers #saying goodbye

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ruewrites · 4 years ago

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We’re Blooming Together Chapter 7: A Little Flirting Never Hurt

AO3

Ships: Solomon/Asmo

Word Count: 4197

Warnings: None

Chapter 1-Chapter 2-Chapter 3-Chapter 4-Chapter 5-Chapter 6-Chapter 7-Chapter 8-Chapter 9-Chapter 10-Chapter 11-Chapter 12

“So, tomorrow’s my project,” Asmo purred into his phone, twisting a strand of hair on his index finger, “You ready to be the most handsome model in the entire room?”

He’d been trying to teeter on the line of flirtation. Self restraining be damned, but he couldn’t just come right out right and say it. No. That would ruin the fun of the chase. He knew, and now he had to let Solomon know he knew. Then when he did confess it would make it all that much sweeter.

Solomon chuckled on the other side of the receiver and shift around, “You sound awfully confident in that idea. What makes you so sure I’d be the most handsome model in the room?”

Asmo giggled and bit his lip, “Oh believe me, I just know .” Now he’d be able to fully appreciate Solomon in the outfit he made for him. It fit him so nicely and made him look just like some of the models he used to save from magazines. “Maybe you could even pin your hair back for me! Oh you’d look just like a professional!” Asmo couldn’t stop the way his voice raised. Oh just the image of Solomon with his hair styled just so-! It was almost too much for him to bear!

Maybe he should make his new line of clothing focusing on smart being the new sexy, but have it centered around Solomon. He could focus on the secretive aspects of him. Oh it could be so wonderful…

Or he could focus on the feeling in his chest. It had always been there, but now it was finally coming to fruition. He was allowing himself to nurture and care for it, and it was finally blooming. He already had ideas swimming around in his head. Reaching out for his sketchbook and started on the outline of the design. Maybe he should make it a set?

“You told your profs that you wouldn’t be in right? I wanna make sure I make you look absolutely stunning when I present you to my class. Not that you’re not incredibly hot already,” Asmo smiled, “I just need to make sure my touch ups give you justice.” It would also give him more alone time with Solomon, which, in the end, is what he really wanted.

“You’re sure we can’t just do it on campus? I can change in a bathroom stall.”

Asmo made a noise akin to that of a goose being strangled at the sheer thought alone. He couldn’t even form a sentence. The audacity of this man. He almost ruined his newest idea… Almost.

“Alright, I can hear the no. Don’t worry I’ll be over, and then I will be at your mercy.”

That was certainly interesting wording.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Oh that is far from my intent.”

Was Asmo reading too much into this? Perhaps. But it didn’t stop the warmth continuously coursing through him. Maybe he should use a deeper red and fade it into yellow? He really wanted to capture the warmth, how it unfurled in layers, each one a little more intense than the last. It was a slow progression that required nourishment and care in order for it to thrive.

Does this mean that Solomon had had feelings for him all this time too?

Honestly, the thought made Asmo want to smack himself. All this time, they’d been dancing around each other. He shouldn’t be surprised that Solomon liked him, there were so many things to love about Asmo. After all, all of his past lovers and partners had loved him in their own ways (right?). Each one had wanted him to some degree, each one hadn’t been ashamed to show him off, and each one had made him feel…. something . But the idea of Solomon loving him still made him dizzy and warm.

“So,” Asmo started slowly, “You trust being in my capable hands? I guess I shouldn’t disappoint you then.”

“Oh I’m sure you won’t, and I’m also sure that you’ll ace your assignment. You always put so much work into them.” Solomon’s words made Asmo’s heart flutter. Just the way he said them, it was so genuine, so wonderfully Solomon.

“You could stay the night and then you wouldn’t have to worry about coming over early you know.”

“A sleepover? Like when we were kids?”

Solomon’s voice was so playful. Asmo really couldn’t get enough of it. Solomon’s type of playful was sneaking. Despite being a rather studious student, he’d also always been a little mischievous. He also couldn’t help and stop to think about when they had had their last planned sleepover… Middle school maybe? Right around the time Solomon had gotten his first girlfriend… So either during or before freshman year of high school.... Nowadays it was usually I’m trashed and don’t want to go home because I’m still talking to you.

So he lied a little to Lucifer. Sue him. They all did it from time to time. Plus, he was sure Lucifer was more than aware of what they all did, he just hadn’t caught them. Yet.

But they’d always had fun spending time with each other. They’d stay up late, talk till words would no longer come to them, sneak things (like food) into their rooms, and sometimes Solomon would even let Asmo paint his nails if he had polish. Sometimes they’d sit in the back seat of Solomon’s family car as Ash drove them to see some movie or to go to the park or some other fun event. He remembered being in awe that they were allowed to eat in the back of his car. That was one of the rules in the Morning-Star household: Nothing was to be consumed in the car. He remembered his parents being harsh about this rule (from what he did remember about them) and to an extent so was Lucifer, but Lucifer had eased up only a little bit. Solomon’s family never seemed to have as many rules as they did, but it didn’t matter… They always went out places together, wherever Solomon went Asmo wasn’t too far behind. Lucifer said Ash used to call Asmo Solomon’s little boyfriend. It was cute, but honestly Asmo hadn’t been sure if Solomon had been too keen on the title until now. Maybe there’d been some truth there.

“I’ll have to pass this time, I have some projects I need to work on. Essays. You know, fun stuff.”

“You could do it over here! I’d let you work on your paper you know,” Asmo huffed, “I always get work done at your place.”

“And you’re always coming over to my place because your brothers are being loud.”

He was right, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. He huffed and crossed his arms, “You usually don’t seem to mind my brothers.”

Solomon chuckled, “We’ll schedule another time if you’d like, but for now I shall say goodnight. See you tomorrow.”

“You’re the best and I loooove yoooou.”

He could practically see Solomon’s smirk when he hung up the phone. He laid there for a few minutes, not really sure what to do. He could work on some of his assignments, but he wasn’t going to. Besides, it wasn’t that much work, he could do it later. It was too early to take a bath, and he didn’t want to waste any ounce of the new pallet he’d just bought. He also didn’t want to ruin the look he’d worked on so hard this morning. As for his newest design, now that he had a nice base he wanted to put a little more thought into it before he added anything else. He knew it would be a two part piece. Two outfits, two people. But how to make them compliment each other? That was the question.

Just as he was about to give in and start on one of his assignments, his phone went off. While he was the tiniest bit disappointed that Solomon hadn’t changed his mind about spending the night, the distraction that his brothers were providing was welcomed for once. In fact, he’d never been so quick to respond to something about the stakeout. Yes their little missions still embarrassed him to no end, however, at least he knew now that Secret could navigate his brothers rather well.

“I figured out where those chocolates were from. It was that little candy shop down the street. The one that hand dips stuff,” Beel said. As he was speaking Asmo settled down next to Satan on one of the couches. Satan raised an eyebrow and glanced away from his book to look at Asmo.

“Yeah?” Mammon grinned, “Any leads?”

“No…”

“Camera footage?” Levi cut in, “They have security footage right?”

Beel slunk back even further as both Mammon and Levi inched in closer, “Erm-”

Honestly, Mammon and Levi were taking this thing more serious than the rest of them. It was almost funny that Asmo had figured it out before they did. Oh and they were going to lose their minds when they learned who it was. Mainly because the answer was so incredibly easy. Asmo couldn’t help but giggle to himself.

Satan nudged him a bit, “You seem awfully chipper being down here. Usually you’re not too happy to attend.”

Asmo hummed and continued to watch as Levi and Mammon badgered Beel causing Belphie to shift and glower. “What can I say? I don’t think anything could really spoil my mood today.”

“Oh? Is that so? And here I thought we’d both be talking about how they wouldn’t leave us alone until we came down to attend,” he said, shutting his book and matching Asmo’s smirk, “Could it be you have a new little secret? Or did you get something just as wonderful as one of your love letters?”

“Perhaps it’s both. I’m still waiting though, just in case but I’m pretty sure.”

He would have to tell Satan. That was a must. But he did have to get the information out of Solomon first. He was sure Satan would be pleased by Secret’s identity, he and Solomon did swap books a lot. Asmo was sure he wasn’t wrong, he knew he couldn’t be wrong, but he didn’t want his brothers to hound Solomon about it. Solomon’s big confession should be natural and private. It definitely wasn’t something he wanted his brothers barging in on. Besides, he wanted to make memories with Solomon that he could look back on fondly. His brothers could come into those memories a bit later .

“ Oi ,” Mammon snapped, ripping Asmo out of his thoughts, “We’re trying to count our leads here to catch your little lover Asmo, you and Satan can have your little gossip sesh later.”

“Mammon, I think you’re more invested in these stakeouts than I am.”

“Well, maybe we wouldn’t have to have a stakeout if you didn’t have so many followers! It’s hard to narrow people down when you have the masses following you!”

Asmo scoffed and moved back a bit. Oh like Mammon didn’t have a ton of followers from being a model. It wasn’t Asmo’s fault he was pretty! Mammon even taught him how to take some of those pictures. “Oh. So now it’s my fault that you decided to get involved in my business. Of course. I’m terribly sorry to inconvenience you in such a way.”

Did he have to be this way? No. Mammon was getting on his nerves though, and he wasn’t in the mood to bite his lip and take it. Well, Asmo was rarely in the mood to bite his lip and take it. He was a spitfire, and if anyone should know that it was his family.

Before Mammon could growl out a response, Levi interrupted, “Oh fml, can’t we have just one productive meeting? We don’t even have a single lead! The trail was already starting to heat up at this point in the story.”

Oh if Levi only knew . No way was Asmo letting this one slip. He wasn’t about to let his brothers harass Solomon.

“I wonder if Lucifer has any access to some useful little things.”

“ No .” Asmo was quick to shut down Levi’s train of thought, “Absolutely not. We’re not getting him involved. Lucifer would totally freak.”

Asmo could feel Beel’s eyes on him. Of course he remembered their conversation in the kitchen. He still wished he could have his confidence on how Lucifer would react, but he couldn’t. He wished he couldn’t picture Lucifer freaking out, of him thinking up the worst case scenarios about Secret. Especially now that he knew Secret was Solomon. He didn’t want to chase Solomon away. If that meant keeping Lucifer out of the loop, so be it.

He was an adult

He could make his own decisions.

He could take care of himself.

“Alright, no Lucifer,” Levi said after a moment, “Maybe I can get some computers together, like tiny ones, almost like drones?”

Asmo didn’t doubt that his brother could pull that off. Levi was pretty tech savvy, but it would be pretty hard to do his job if he wasn’t. But that wasn’t the issue. While listening to his brothers misadventures was fun, he didn’t need little Levi drones following him around.

“Or I could keep my private life private,” Asmo sighed, “Now what else did you guys get up to today?”

******

While it had been funny hearing all of the stupid things his brothers had done, Asmo couldn’t have been happier for their little meetings disbandment. Satan wanted to get some reading done, Levi had a ‘work project’, Beel had homework, and...well… Belphie had an exam to study for but he had fallen asleep on the couch. Asmo was at the kitchen table. There was more room to work and he could spread out his materials in front of him a little better. Plus, he’d been locked up in his room all day. Currently, he was staring at one of the faux flowers, focusing on how the petals gently curled up near the tips.Just like the curl of Solomn’s lips….

Hands slammed down onto the table and Asmo yelped, and his pencil clattered onto the table. Mammon was grinning down at him and Asmo huffed, “Can’t you bother me like a normal brother?”

“Look, I know ya haven’t been the happiest with me.”

“What tipped that off?”

Mammon ran his fingers through his hair and closed his eyes, “Can you let me speak?” Asmo waited for his brother to open his eyes before leaning back in his chair and motioning for him to go on. He didn’t understand why Mammon felt the need to startle him to get his attention. It wasn’t the first time it happened, and they were all guilty of it at one point or another. But still, when he was sketching out a new design? What if he messed it up?

“Anyways, there’s this party I’m going to. Other models and maybe a few other designers might be there, or at least assistants to designers. You could, ya know, mingle a little bit,” Mammon made quotations around the word mingle. Oh. So this wasn’t one of those fancier parties, it was a party party that just happened to be full of higher up people.

Asmo leaned forward and cocked his head, “Is this an invite?”

“Well only if you make a post about it. Maybe your little lover will show up or somethin…”

“Aww you actually want to make it up to me! That’s so sweet!”

Mammon turned away, refusing to look at Asmo. “No way. Don’t let that thought get into yer head for a second Asmo! It’s just an opportunity to catch ‘em. That’s all! And I mean, it could be a good networkin opportunity for you.Ya do make some good designs,” he said. His arm motioned down at Asmo’s sketchbook.

He couldn’t help but smile, “Oh sure. You can tell yourself it’s for your little stakeout. But I know the tru uuuth .”

Asmo flailed in his chair, almost falling off, when Mammon shoved him, but it did nothing to wipe the smile off his face. In fact, all it did was encourage a slew of giggles to fall from his lips. Some of his materials scattered across the desk, but none of them were harmed so Asmo didn’t pay it too much mind. “Eh shuddup.”

Mammon turned to leave as Asmo righted himself and fixed his work space. “I’ll come, but Mammon?” Asmo asked, watching as his brother stopped in the doorway, “Could I bring a little plus one along?”

“What? Your big brother isn’t enough?” he asked, making Asmo snort. He was quiet for a moment, completely relaxed against the wall. Asmo honestly wasn’t sure if he was thinking or not. “Yeah, you can bring a friend along.”

“Good, I wouldn’t be a designer if I didn’t have my model with me.”

Mammon’s head turned just enough so that Asmo could see him smile, “Showing off eh? That’s my little brother. Just make sure you don’t make your little Romeo jealous.”

Oh it took so much for Asmo to keep himself from bursting into laughter. If only he knew. Honestly he knew Solomon wouldn’t be jealous if he brought him along. If he was Asmo would be a little concerned. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much.”

Mammon nodded and left Asmo to his work. Asmo unlocked his phone and started scrolling through the photos on his phone, looking for inspiration. Then he stopped. It was the picture he and Solomon took together with the cupcakes. Solomon’s head was rested on his shoulder, eyes alive, his smile laid naturally on his face, and he was just so relaxed. He started feeling warm once more just looking at the photo. They looked so perfect together, so natural. That was it. Maybe he shouldn’t do it, but he was going to base his newest design off of the two of them. Solomon was his missing piece, Solomon completed him. He’d kept his feelings locked away for so long, a secret to the world, but now they were coming into full bloom. He could make the outfits compliment each other. The first the more reserved and locked away feelings, and the second more extravagant and full.

He kept the photo up on his phone as he went to work, and every now and again, he found himself becoming lost in the photo once more. He’d have to post it later, and maybe he’d get it framed.

********

Asmo was proud of himself.

Trully, he’d outdone himself.

Damn Solomon looked hot .

Well not that he didn’t normally. He had things about him that made him attractive. His looks. His brilliant mind. His personality. But right now, all of his features popped. Asmo had accented his eyes and given them a smokier look, the jacket outlined his chest, and his hips… Had his butt always been that cute? Asmo had even gotten to pin his hair slicked back! Oh he belonged on the front of a magazine. He even had the right facial expressions for it. And he was wearing the clothes Asmo designed. He liked the clothes Asmo designed. He loved that Asmo was passionate about it… Honestly, Solomon was just as passionate about what he loved as Asmo was. That made them an even more perfect fit for each other. Not that he thought about it…. Everything Solomon wrote about Asmo, every trait he pointed out, those were things that Asmo loved in Solomon too.

He adored him, he admired him, he wanted to be so much closer than what they were. He was beautiful and wonderful. He wanted to hold him close and never let him go. Asmo knew that he would do anything for Solomon and all he had to do was ask.

Asmo knew he was attracted to Solomon, he’d always known, but now that he wasn’t repressing that attraction he was realizing just how strong it was.

It took the professor nodding and commenting about Asmo’s design to bring him back into reality. He’d been daydreaming more and more about Solomon lately, and he’d been sneaking into his dreams more than he used to. Whenever he read his letters he could hear Solomon’s voice and feel his words. There wasn’t a moment that went by that he didn’t feel like he was walking on a cloud. How much better would it be when they were officially together?

“So, how did I do?” Solomon asked as they sat tucked away in the corner of one of the halls after class.

Asmo smiled and snuggled back into the plush chair, “Perfect as always dear. You never need to ask.”

“Honestly I thought I might be watching you model today,” Solomon motioned towards him, “You got more done up than usual today.”

Oh he noticed . That little fact made Asmo absolutely giddy, he had to cross his legs just to stop himself from bouncing. He was acting like a high schooler all over again, and Solomon was the one making him this way. “Oh this?” he asked, trying to come off as nonchalant as he could, “It’s nothing, buuut if you really like it, you should see what I plan on wearing Friday night.”

Solomon’s eyebrow raised and he cocked his head ever so slightly. He had his interest now. Maybe Solomon really did pay attention to more than Asmo thought.

“Oh? And why is that?” he asked.

Asmo leaned forward, elbows on his knees, so he could look directly into Solomon’s eyes. There was such a thing as subtle flirting, and Asmo liked to think he was good at it. Sure he was normally a touchy person with people he liked, but he was also exceptionally good at expressing himself through body language. He always beat his brothers at charades and communicated what he wanted to his partners without ever needing to utter a word. It was an incredibly useful skill. For extra measure, he lowered his eyelids and looked up at Solomon through his lashes.

“Mammon invited me to one of the parties he attends, and he said I could bring a plus one,” he said, “Would you come with me? Please? It’s been a while since we’ve gone out together.”

Solomon smiled at him and Asmo swore he saw his hand twitch, stopping himself from reaching up and touching Asmo. Or at least that’s what he thought. He’d let Solomon touch him. He wanted Solomon to touch him. It felt natural that Solomon should touch him.

“Well, since I got some work done last night, I’d say I’m pretty free.”

“Great!” Asmo bounced up and clapped his hands together, “Oh and I absolutely need you to wear my design.”

Now Solomon seemed a little taken aback. His eyes widened and his eyebrows furrowed, “Asmodeus, are you sure you want me to wear this to a party? You worked so hard on it… I wouldn’t want something to happen to it…”

Asmo waved him off, with a smile, “Oh hush . Yes I’m sure! I made it with your measurements in mind, and you look absolutely divine. I’ll just have Mammon help me take some photos of you in it before we go for my portfolio.” He reached out and tapped Solomon’s nose playfully, “Plus, there’s no better way to show off to some head honchos and their underlings than to have my absolute best friend in the entire world, who also makes a wonderful model, wearing one of my looks. That and I’ll have some new designs that I can hopefully have you wear.”

Solomon still seemed a bit unsure. He looked down at the sleeve and carefully ran his hand over the fabric. “If you’re sure,” he said softly, fingers purposefully gripping at the fabric, “I just don’t want to ruin your hard work-”

“Solomon, I can promise you, I would be so incredibly happy to see you wear my designs in public.”

He still seemed to be mulling it over, debating whether he wanted to risk letting something happen to Asmo’s work. Then he gave in, a sigh leaving his lips, “It would really make you happy to see me wear it?”

Asmo nodded fervently, “I’m positive it would make me beyond happy!”

“Then I’ll wear it.”

Arms were thrown around Solomon before he had the chance to move. Asmo never really cared where he was, Solomon deserved his affections, he deserved everything Asmo had. Asmo would give Solomon everything he had. “Oh you are the best! Meet me at four on Friday. I’m sure Mammon will drive.”

“Then it’s a date.”

If Asmo hadn’t hidden his face in that moment, Solomon would have seen him blush. A date . Sure, it was a figure of speech… But that didn’t stop the words from swirling around Asmo’s mind.

Then it’s a date.

Solomon said it was a date .

Whether he meant a date date or not didn’t matter. That same beautiful feeling started to bloom in Asmo’s chest once more.

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