#obey me fanfiction crossover

[i-am-a-secret-ssshhh]

I could be wrong, but I've always been under the assumption that in Obey Me we didn't have prior magic knowledge, or knowledge of the Devildom. This leads me to assume that other people of the general population don't know about either of these things.

Going off this train of thought, technically, Obey Me could be canon in most universes due to the fact that very few people without magic know that the Devildom exists, and even fewer without magic know that magic exists. This could lead to some amazing crossovers between fandoms.

Genshin Impact? Why not, MC got sent to the past and Solomon followed them, so I don't see how this could be untrue. Maybe bend some rules, but why not?

Bungou Stray Dogs? MC's magic could easily be written off as an ability to those who know about them/have them.

Tears of Themis could have MC going off on side-quests with the Brothers and others between their NXX duties and court cases.

Twisted Wonderland is already a pretty popular crossover.

DC may be a bit iffy because I'm pretty sure Lucifer (the show) is canon, so depending on the universe that you're writing it in, creative people could make it work.

I'm not sure if Marvel has a set devil character that may replace any of the brothers, but magic is canon, so you could definitely divert from that.

JJK could easily be written with a crossover between the two where MC and Solomon discover this specific subset of magic that has been isolated and forgotten by the other magic users, and they deal with a specific kind of demon that can only be seen by these magic users.

Tokyo Revengers already has that supernatural element, a story could be about MC taking a vacation or something in Tokyo and wondering what the hell is going on with all these middle schoolers.

One Piece might be a bit tricky, but again, MC has gone back in time before, and Solomon has followed them, so an Isekai is not out of the question, and their magic could be written off as a devil-fruit power.

There are, of course, some where this won't work, such as What in Hell is Bad, because they already have a set canon for hell and the various demons.

But I just think it's a fun concept.

[agent-yolk-writes]

A Nightmare in Devildom (Obey Me/Nightmare on Elm Street concept fic)

Basically what it says on the tin. A "what if MC was a survivor of freddy kreuger's torment before the events of OM" concept fic.

This is was of those weird ideas I came with this during the early covid lockdown period where my insomnia got really bad to the point where I was borderline delirious. I meant to get this out during October for spooky season vibes but after three Octobers came and went and Obey Me isn't getting any more updates, I figure I throw it into the pit before that happens. No beta we die like obey me as a franchise, I guess!

If this inspires you to write something similar, please let me know! If you want me to write more...please reconsider!

And, of course, happy holidays!

AO3 Mirror Link

Good lord, I look terrible. You thought as you looked at yourself in the mirror. When was the last time I got some rest?

Other than looking more visibly tired, you look...older. It was the face of a nurse finally coming home after back-to-back double shifts. The bags under your eyes could only get so dark, but thankfully you knew a demon who had so much concealer and foundation lying around that he wouldn’t know if a few went missing. 

You knew you shouldn’t be continuing this habit, but you can’t help it. Despite living in a mansion with the most powerful demons in Literal Hell(!!) in the past few weeks your brain is still not convinced that you’re safe from Him . Would he still have the balls to terrorize you still? Does he even know where you are? Surely he’ll just know when you disappeared without a trace, but you can’t afford to find out for yourself. 

As much as you wanted to tell the brothers, you didn’t want to drag them into this mess. After all, this problem only started just weeks before you were brought here. It came without warning, and suddenly it turned into a bloodied hurricane. To think He was the one that killed your friends and classmates back in the human world…you regretted not being able to do more for them until you were in His sights.

This opportunity with the exchange program was either a saving grace or a divine intervention, and you’re not going to let that chance slip away from you. You have the whole year to work on magic and potions and anything else that could possibly drive Him away if not kill him for good, and you highly doubt he’s going to forget about you. Knowing how to do magic is one thing, but putting it to memory is another. This wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t so damn tired. You’re trying so hard to pay attention in class, but you just end up more focused on trying to keep your eyes open lest you allow Him to strike at your most vulnerable. 

However, there is one possible solution. The only problem is that you needed to form a pact with his other brothers before he could even consider helping you, that slothful bastard. Belphegor knows how tired you are and how you would do anything for a safe and peaceful rest. There was no point hiding it from him as you were with the others. Oh, how you envied the way he could sleep the day away in his little prison cell…you could just punch him if only you had the strength.

…

You really didn’t feel good about the multi-layered lie you found yourself webbed into to get the pacts in the first place. You recently got Beelzebub’s pact, putting you at the halfway mark. He looked so happy about your ‘plan’ to impress Lucifer enough to have him make up with Belphegor that it made your stomach churn in shame. Is it really okay for you to do this? Wouldn’t it be easier to tell the truth? Out of all the brothers, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for lying to Beel.

But what if Lucifer points his finger at Belphegor if you bring it up before you’re able to finish explaining? Would it destroy all the progress you made? Would you make things worse ? If they draw parallels that your deprivation is somehow related to the seventh-born’s sleep-related powers…only Lucifer would have an answer different from the other five. That’s why you have to keep up this facade for as long as you can. That’s why you need to stay awake. To find a way to protect yourself as well as the others. 

Your new friends at Purgatory Hall, bless their hearts, were none the wiser. Considering two of them were actual angels, you would’ve expected at least Luke to confront you with tears in his eyes about your health at least a month in. He makes a big talk about how you should never trust ‘those demons’ before having lunch with Beelzebub. Sometimes you think Solomon is giving you weird looks whenever you make eye contact with him. It’s probably the sleep-deprived paranoia, but you hope it’s nothing. You’ve been getting away with it for this long, so what? 

Tomorrow you have to stay over at Diavolo’s castle as part of an exchange party sleepaway camp or something. If you’re lucky, you can have a room for yourself. You don’t pack your go-to methods for staying awake until right before everyone heads out.

~

The steaming heat of the boiler room did not warm the chill in your bones one bit. 

You should know the inner workings of this hellscape by now. It was His favorite hunting ground, after all. However, something seems different this time. Everything felt…a bit shifted to the right, in a way. On top of that, there’s no sight or sound of Him anywhere. No taunting catchphrases, no spooky teleports he’s fond of doing, not even the shilling sound of his claw on metal when he’s close. This is probably his new trick, you think. Lulling you into a false sense of security before-

You turned around, involuntary flinching as you braced yourself to be hit. Only to process seconds later that nothing’s coming. In fact, there was no sign of life behind you in the first place. Damn it, he really was playing with you at this point. As soon as you let out a sigh of relief, you heard someone screaming from the other side of the room. You couldn’t tell who they were, but that’s not going to stop you. You ran towards the sound before you let the dread wash over you. 

“I’m coming!” You yelled at them. “Wake up! He can’t hurt you if you’re awake!” You were so focused on tilting your head up to project your voice to the other person that you didn’t realize you hit a dead end until you ran into a wall of pipes. “Oh, god damn it!” You cursed, pivoting on your foot to turn around and run even faster. 

What happened next happened too fast. You didn’t know where you were going. Everything is starting to blur together. A pipe managed to burst the same second you turned your head to follow the noise, immediately blinding your vision with steam and a “Shit!” jumping out of your mouth. The suddenness of it all made you lose your momentum and you feel yourself stumbling forward. You didn’t have time to brace yourself for the sharp object that’s going right through your- 

You wake with an audible gasp, hands going up to your throat. The sound of your racing heart and your uneven breathing replace the sounds of pipes and steam. You looked around in the darkness and could barely see two bodies sleeping in their respective beds. Ah, that’s right. This is the first night of Diavolo’s retreat, and you find yourself paired to a room with Asmodeus and Simeon. In an attempt to pretend you’re asleep ended up having you fall asleep for real. You couldn’t help but think how pathetic you were for letting your guard down for one second and falling into His hands again after so long all because you were waiting for someone to finish their 20-step overnight skin routine.

With a shuddered sigh, you carefully slipped out of your bed and into the hallway in hopes you could clear your thoughts without disturbing your roommates. 

Thanks to the occasional jittering of a Little D doing their nightly duties, the halls of a demon lord’s castle don’t feel as haunted as you would think. The lights were dimmed but not out completely, which gave way for the moon to shine in as its own source of light. Had you been carrying a candle in a brass holder you would’ve thought you stumbled into one of those old gothic novels. You didn’t have a real destination in mind, but you made sure you remembered which room you were assigned to just in case. 

At some point during the night, you ended up in one of the lounge rooms, curled up on a couch facing the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and looked up at all the stars. It has always been a comfort for you. You even began reading about them in an attempt to stay awake back in the human world. You thought you could recognize some of the constellations, but there are always a few stars here and there that turn it into an unrecognizable shape. At least you have new material to read about when you’re back in your room at the House of Lamentation. 

The soft calling of your name from the door broke your serene silence followed by a, “Is that you?”

A small gasp managed to escape your throat before you were able to put your hands over your mouth. You curled into yourself at first so whoever it was can’t see your head poking out from the back. After a few seconds, it finally clicked as to who it was.

Sheepishly, you stick your head out. “Hi, Barbatos.” You said, voice croaking in unexpected use. Even though it was dark and his figure obscured, you could make out that he was holding some kind of tray. “Am I not supposed to be here? I’m sorry. I’ll go back and…”

“It’s fine.” He assured you. “I heard someone walking around, so I’ve taken the liberty to brew some chamomile tea for them should they feel restless. Would you like some?”

“...”

Tea does sound nice, but the fact that it was chamomile made you hesitate. At the same time, Barbatos just made it, so it would be rude to let it go to waste.

“...That would be nice. Thank you.”

He made his way over to the other side of the couch. Part of you wanted to sit up and be proper when drinking, but even thinking about adjusting your posture makes you tired. Still, you make an effort to reach over to take the tea cup from the butler’s hands. Barbatos took this opportunity to start talking. 

“This is your first time spending the night at a castle, I presume?” You made an affirmative noise as you sipped, not wanting to point out that it’s not just any castle you’re sleeping at. “I reckon slipping in a new bed right as you got settled in would put anyone’s nerves on edge.”

You put your cup down as you replied, “I guess you can say that.” 

He looks at you quizzically. “Is something amiss? I’ll inform the Young Master right away.”

“It’s…It’s fine, Barbatos. Thanks for worrying.” You took another sip before letting out a sigh. “I’ve always had trouble sleeping, you can say. I get…these really bad nightmares that make me stay up for days on end. They were so terrifying and real…I kept wondering if I was losing my mind. I’ve tried every remedy in the book to stop them but…” You stopped to let a yawn out. “Sorry…As I was saying, I tried everything the doctors thought could help me. They even brought in a priest thinking it was ‘dream demons’ or something.” You paused, replaying the last thing you said. “Are dream demons even a thing here?”

“They are a form of lesser demons, yes.” The butler answered. “They’re relatively harmless as individual beings, but can pose a threat in large numbers or if they get close to a human.”

“Well, that’s reassuring.” You told him bitterly. 

“If it brings you any comfort, just know that they’re not powerful enough to be able to enter the human world on their own. Only certain powerful demons have the authority to travel to that realm directly. Such as the Young Master and Lucifer, for example.”

You couldn’t help but huff out air through your nose in relief. Suck on that, Pastor John. 

“...So yeah. Just before I was summoned here, they put me on a clinical trial for a medication that…reduces? Suppress? It, like, stops giving me dreams entirely, and they work. Forgot the name though. And I coincidentally ran out just before I was transferred here so…yeah.” Your eyes looked over to the butler. “Sorry I didn’t mention it earlier, I guess. I keep getting roped into whatever the brothers get themselves into that I never really had time to check on myself.”

Barbatos didn’t respond immediately. You were too busy concentrating on balancing the tea on your stomach to spare a glance over to your nighttime companion to see what kind of face he was making. Would he make one? Shouldn’t he have known of this malady when your file was being processed? Maybe, because of their biology, demons don’t worry about these kinds of conditions. You mulled around internally in a tired haze before realizing that your eyes were slowly creeping shut. With a soft sigh, you moved the plate to the nearest table and stood up slowly.

“Anyways, thanks for the tea. Compliments to the chef.” You couldn’t help but let out a big stretch followed by an even bigger yawn. “I’ll head back to bed now. No guarantee I’ll sleep though.” You let out a huff that was supposed to be your attempt at a dry laugh. “You should get some rest too. Big day ahead, y’know? See you in the morning.” And with that, you exited the room and into the dim hallway.

The small smile Barbatos had dropped as soon as your back was turned to him. It was no secret that your time as a transfer student was being hindered by your lack of sleep. Even your recent medical file was perplexing in figuring out the cause of this disorder. It’s not genetic nor was it caused by a major traumatic event. Perhaps it’s something else? You did mention dream demons, after all, albeit it was more of a speculative idea that was brought up by your doctors in order to get a man of the cloth involved. It definitely couldn’t be Belphegor’s meddling, he thinks. He wouldn’t know about the human’s arrival.

It looks like he’ll have to do some digging after this exchange party concludes. He might need to start gathering evidence now while the human is still here. Diavolo will need to get involved, there’s no doubt about that. He would do anything to ensure the health and safety of the exchange students, after all. 

~

When everyone converged for a tour around the castle, some had noted that you looked less sluggish than usual. You simply waved them off, making up an excuse about the mattress not being up to human standards. Hopefully, you didn’t offend the demon prince when you said that. 

Still, you can’t deny that you feel a little well-rested. You did remember trying a method where you close your eyes for 15 minutes, wake up for another 15, close your eyes again, rinse and repeat. You usually had an alarm for this technique, but you didn’t want to disturb Simeon or Asmodeus as much as you already did slipping in and out of bed. You didn’t think you were able to keep track, but you did somehow, give or take a few minutes. Now you can actually pay attention to that cute little demon acting as the tour guide, explaining the intricate history of all the subjects painted on these beautifully crafted portraits. You couldn’t help but smile seeing Diavolo puffing his chest in pride when the Little D started talking about his father, the current Demon King. 

(But when it was mentioned that he's been sleeping at the bottom of Devildom for millennia you couldn't help but feel jealous. The most powerful being of all the realms is casually sleeping the decades away while you don’t even get the privilege of an hour of uninterrupted rest.)

You looked at the other paintings decorating the hall. Some plaques are written in what you can only presume is some kind of archaic language that only demons would know. If you could understand at least a part of it, then maybe you can get a deeper understanding of these pictures. 

A gentle call of your name and a not-so-gentle clap on your back broke your weak concentration. You tore your eyes away to meet Diavolo’s gentle gaze. “I see that her beauty managed to draw you in?” 

You blinked, trying to process what he said. “I-I’m sorry, whose beauty? I was…too focused on figuring out what the plaque said.” You managed to blurt out, causing the prince to chuckle.

“Oh, that? It simply reads ‘The Queen of Devildom’. In other words, that’s my mother.” His gaze turned to the painting, but you stayed fixated on him. He continued by adding, “This painting and some vague memories are all I have of her. She passed away several centuries ago when I was still an infant. My father would always talk about how…” And he continued to drone on from there. It wasn’t his fault, and you were genuinely trying to cling on to every word he’s saying because it’s important to him and you wanted to leave a good impression. On the other hand, the bleariness in your eyes started to cloud your vision again as a result of your lack of sleep. So you avert your gaze back to the painting unintentionally so you can wipe it away, biting your tongue to restrain the yawn that comes with it. Part of you hopes that Diavolo thinks that you’re speechless and moved to tears.

That thought quickly vanished when you opened your eyes to the painting. 

There was a choking noise, and you almost didn’t realize it came from you. It felt like the world around you completely disappeared, and only you and Him were the only inhabitants. 

Devildom seemed to freeze over the moment you made direct eye contact with the painted eyes of your tormentor. His scarred face did nothing to hide that cocky smirk he loves to wear. He’s holding up his bloodied claw to you in a way that couldn’t be anything else but a taunting gesture, as if he knows what he’s doing to you. His other hand wrapped around the back of a bloodied woman. By the way, the painting is framed, you assumed she was supposed to be sitting. Unfortunately, you know that’s not the case here. Her head dipped back, obscuring her face from you. You assumed she was originally wearing either a white or a similar light-colored dress, but that didn’t matter as it was dyed by the blood seeping out of that four-lined wound in her chest that you knew all too well. Just the sight alone made you reach for your hip where an old wound dimly throbs at the clothed contact. 

You didn’t dare move your gaze. You needed to keep an eye on him. 

“Hey…!”

You knew it. This opportunity to fly off his radar and find a way to kill him for good while he’s not looking was too good to be true.

“...!”

How did he even get here? Did he follow you down when you got summoned? What will he-

“...!!”

Time seemed to resume the second someone grabbed onto your shoulders and turned you around. You wanted-no, needed to keep an eye on him. Sadly, you don’t have eyes on the back of your head. Instead, you were forced to look at Diavolo's worried eyes. You didn’t even let him get a word in before you began panicking. 

“What have you done?!” You yelled. You pointed to the painting behind you. “Can’t you see I’m trying to protect you!”

“Protect us from…who?”

“Him!” You pointed to the portrait.

Only the painted eyes of a woman stare back at you.

It was too late for you now. The moment you allow yourself even to think you’re away from his control, you end right back into his hands. 

Nowhere is safe, not even in hell.

A maniacal laugh fills your ears as everyone crowds around your panicked state.

[projectbluearcadia]

Weird shower thought fantasy / crossover idea / headcanon

Partially in honor of the WHB devs finally releasing Lucifer (Selfie)

What In Hell Is Bad and Obey Me! actually take place in the same world, but WHB takes place before Obey Me, in the bad old days.

And God was upset that the kings had it so rough and reflected on himself a little. "Damn, I feel guilty about how those beautiful creations of mine died due to my negligence."

And so he decided they should be one big happy family.

He scoured Hell for what remained of the demon kings after a massive war that damn near destroyed both Heaven and Hell and gave their essence to his new creations. So, basically, he reincarnated them.

The birth/creation order was mostly determined by whose essence he was able to find first. Of course, that essence was mostly their sins that they left behind, so when they all fell from Heaven, they essentially resumed their duties as the seven kings.

And, purely because WHB Satan was (obviously) practically obliterated, God said "A'ight Luci's got a festering angie monster inside of him, so I'll just put what consciousness I could find from WHB Satan in there so it'll be kinda reasonable when he has to let it all out. Thank me later, son :P" <- the reason Luci became a single mother father.

Luci: Thanks a lot, God. First the virgin Mary and now this??

Funnily enough what God found was mostly WHB Satan's sweet side, which is the reason that OM Satan resembles (and likes) cats. The only one who didn't inherit the sin from his predecessor got it anyway because of his dad. Go figure.

The countries (Abyssos, Tartaros, Gehenna, etc.) no longer existed after the war, and Diavolo's lineage, which was probably descendent of one or more of the WHB's kings' vassals, was the one trying to pick up the pieces. The war continued because many of the angels were still complete dicks, but Diavolo's family eventually eradicated what had survived from The Big War™.

Excluding Gabriel, because Gabriel is a prick.

Which may or may not have been a factor in Lucifer falling from Heaven because he killed Gabriel on his way down. You know, because Gabriel was probably Lilith's executioner, given his history.

Then Diavolo, to signal the fresh start, said "We're not calling it Hell and Heaven anymore, now it's "The Devildom" and "The Celestial Realm." Less stigma. Very good."

And our dear Solomon? Well, you know how he is... I think there's definitely some things he hasn't told you...

Like how he was technically dead for a hot minute because of some magical mishap, which translated into a few thousand years in hell because of the way time flows there. His experiment gone wrong is also the reason why his appearance changed so drastically.

You'll ask him one day, "Hey, did you have purple hair in the past?" and he'll just start sweating profusely because he's very embarrassed about how often he did some *ahem* interesting things with the former demon kings. Asmo is the only one who still has that feeling from his past life :)

And, as far as how time flows and MC frequently traveling between the human world and hell in OM!, the travel is actually magically controlled by Barbatos, our resident overpowered god, who was annoyed by the time dilation/contraction and wanted to just visit his favorite tea shops in the human world whenever he wanted without f*cking around.

I mean, all of the demon kings knew how to go back and forth, but they had to do overly complicated shit to do it, so Barbie just said "sharing is caring" and perfected the magic by the OM! time period.

Of course there's an implication here that all events in Heaven/Hell are technically happening simultaneously from a human world perspective. Which isn't trippy at all.

And yes, OM! Barbatos and WHB Barbatos know each other. Because OM! Barbatos is (obviously) from a parallel dimension and took WHB Barbatos' name since he enjoyed the rose gardens WHB Barbie tended to. It's out of respect since he faithfully died for Leviathan in the bad old days.

Flawless joining of the worlds without a hint of plotholes (sarcasm).

(This is so random, but I hope y'all enjoyed my fever dream.)

[curatoroffiction]

Chapter 34 is out now!

Time to find out what happens with that overblot. AO3 Link Wattpad Link

[cifer-ulqui]

Chapter 5: Por Favor

TW: Threats of Violence, Foul Language, Denial of Feelings, Brief Suicidal Ideation, Existentialism, Survivor's Guilt. Word Count:~3100

Masterlist / Chapter 6: Fall from Grace (03/01/2025)

Valentine's Special

“Am I able to predict those things…” Kurosaki Ichigo's face is pressed in a determined, irritating stare, “because I'm closer to a hollow now--?”

“--Or have you become more human?”

He's tousled awake abruptly, only remembering the last fleeting moments of a wretched dream-- no, not a dream, a memory.

“Oi, you're gonna be late for breakfast, Ulq.” Mammon is his assailant, shaking his shoulder. His hand is warm. “Beel is already at the table.” A yawn parts Ulquiorra's lips, and he sighs, replying he'll be on his way as he sits up, the covers falling from his bare body.

He dresses in his uniform after Mammon rushes from the room, Ulquiorra buttoning the shirt up to his throat.

Mammon is waiting for him outside his room. He’s silent for once.

The table is already full when they join the dining hall. “Ah, so glad the two of you could join us.” Lucifer’s condescending voice irritates him to no end as the trash takes a drink of coffee. Ulquiorra sits in one of the empty chairs, between Asmodeus and Satan; The other empty one is beside Lucifer.

“How are your classes going, Ulquiorra?” Lucifer begins again.

“Well enough.”

“Hm.” His smile is sharp. “And I see you've settled into the House of Lamentation as well.”

Asmodeus hums beside Ulquiorra, licking his spoon in a manner Ulquiorra's eye catches as odd. “I'll say. Two pacts so soon, makes me on the edge of my seat to see what will happen next, hm?” He bats his eyelashes. “If you grovel well enough, maybe I’ll even forgive you for hitting me when we first met.”

Ulquiorra turns his attention back to the food in front of him. It's not as delicious as the food Barbatos made, but is pleasant all the same. He's becoming accustomed to having a full stomach.

“C'mon,” Asmodeus’s breath tickles his ear and his hands still. Fingers twirl his hair at the nape of his neck. “Tell me, my dear, what else are you planning? Who's next?”

Ulquiorra takes a breath, meeting honey-pink eyes. “Don't be ridiculous. I am not merely collecting.” Although more does sound tempting. Asmodeus's lips are a full, bright pink, and Ulquiorra has to forcefully focus himself on speaking. “If I was planning something,” he leans closer, taking advantage of Asmodeus being shorter than the others despite still being taller than Ulquiorra, and a shiver runs through the demon at the proximity, “why would I tell you?”

A pink tongue swipes across pink lips, a slightly different shade. “Perhaps I could convince you-- eek!”

Mammon whistles rather obviously as Asmodeus turns, using a napkin to wipe the jam off his face slowly. Murder dances in his gaze as he glares.

Satan moves closer to Ulquiorra’s other side after Asmodeus drags Mammon off kicking and screaming.

“I am curious about what you're planning next as well,” Satan murmurs as the room grows louder around them. “However, you will find demons are rather dangerous when we feel threatened. Keep that in mind.”

Mammon complains “poor me” all the way to RAD. Ulquiorra thinks of the luck of Mammon enjoying his presence, otherwise they'd both be miserable with how much they see one another. Not only do they have both of their regular classes together today, but Mammon insisted on going shopping with Ulquiorra on their next free day. If he skips Study Hall tomorrow to go shopping, he'll have more free time this weekend. And he's already completed his homework and a fair amount of the readings, so it should be unnecessary to attend. Even so, he’ll have to brace himself for Mammon’s exuberance.

He sits next to Mammon during Magical Potions, if not only to stay away from the sorcerer. Something about the human rubs him the wrong way. Maybe because he's human.

He isn't so lucky during lunch hours, as the sorcerer plops down in the only empty seat next to him when he sits at the edge, much to Mammon's complaint as he sits across from Ulquiorra.

The other exchange students seem to be of a like mind, as Simeon and Luke sit down near Mammon.

“How are you settling into the House of Lamentation, Ulquiorra?” Simeon asks with a smile, now sitting across from Solomon. His hair brushes across his face as he leans forward attentively.

Ulquiorra has to take a drink before he answers, his throat suddenly dry. “I suppose I’m doing well.”

“That’s good,” the warm smile widens.

Ulquiorra can’t find anything to say in response. Maybe something he’s eating isn’t edible for this human body, and that’s the cause of this prickling sensation near the base of his throat and the warmth of his ears.

“Yeah, we’ve been watching some movie series with Levi,” Mammon takes a bite, talking despite his mouth being full. “Something about seven lords.”

“Oh, TSL?” Solomon perks up, his elbow in Ulquiorra’s personal space. Perhaps he’d keep it to himself if Ulquiorra removed it at the joint.

“Yeah, I think so,” Mammon acts rather nonchalantly for someone who prattled on and on about the show. Is he always this adamant about being uninterested? It could become tiring.

“Did you enjoy it?” Simeon’s voice gains a coy quality as he addresses Ulquiorra, one that has Ulquiorra curious. Wait. Why does he care what this angel is thinking? He doesn’t. What nonsense. He makes a noncommittal sound, and the table chooses a new topic.

His next class is Introductory Magic, which passes slowly, so he finishes his written potions homework, which is merely memorizing combinations. Multitasking his writing and listening isn’t too difficult, and he can always review the material.

Devildom Languages passes rather quickly, as it’s only an hour long. With a little focus, Ulquiorra can force some of the common words in his textbooks to remain in their original language, but not fluently yet.

He also learned that demons at RAD are taught many modern languages, and that Ancient Infernal is their native tongue. The languages have some overlapping basic structures due to the introduction of knowledge from the human realm, which is why Japanese is more common in the capital.

The rest of the afternoon goes smoothly. What a shame the quiet could not last.

Ulquiorra takes the stairs up to the attic at a brisk but not urgent pace.

Satan enjoys tormenting Lucifer, to a blatantly exploitable extent. All it took was Ulquiorra stumbling across Satan setting up a trap, and offering to help exacerbate the situation. Sure, Mammon would now also be in trouble due to Ulquiorra’s instigation, but some sacrifices are necessary.

At the top is an empty space with blank walls. There’s a pressure behind his eyes; he blinks, the pressure pops, and a metal door comes into view. It’s ornate wrought iron, and he peers inside.

There’s a bed, a large one with piles of pillows. There are a couple of bookshelves, tapestries on the walls, and mismatched junk which seems left there to collect dust.

Among the pile of pillows is a figure. It lifts its head and turns its gaze lazily towards Ulquiorra. Purple eyes glare until they widen with shock.

“You… You’re here,” the man breathes, rising from the bed to stumble over to the door. “You saw past the illusion. Are you a human?”

Ulquiorra feels faint spiritual pressure-- the demons call it magic– seep through the door, and checks to make sure he’s out of arm’s reach. “Are you a demon?” Sure, the blueish hair and violet eyes aren't unheard of in humans, but this man doesn’t move the way a human does.

“What? No, of course not. Don’t be ridiculous.” Liar. A lilting voice, the pleading eyes. Yes, there were seven brothers. Is this him? “I’m a human, like you. That demon locked me up here! It was Lucifer. I’m guessing you’ve met him. I’m begging you, human. You’ve got to get me out of here.” Humans don’t call each other human.

Why is he up here? Maybe he’s more annoying than Mammon, if that’s possible.

“I’m asking for your help.”

“How would I help?” Ulquiorra decides to play along. Maybe he’ll get more information.

“Listen closely. Now, you can’t open this door. Neither of us are capable because it’s sealed with a very powerful sort of magic.” As if a human could fight their way through a normal iron door. Perhaps a gifted one, such as Kurosaki or Orihime. Not some poor helpless trash this creature is pretending to be. “To break the seal, you need the power of Lucifer and his six brothers. But they’re not exactly nice folks. You can’t just ask nicely. But you’re a special case; you can make them do it.” Those eyes are large and look up at him pleadingly as the demon hunches over.

Such honeyed, poisonous words. “With pacts?”

“That’s right, what I’m trying to say is you should make pacts with these demons-- all of them. You already have two, right? Mammon and Levi? The others may be more difficult, but I have faith in you.” His voice and actions are convincing, but he’s better at manipulating than creating believable lies. Why would a human call Leviathan by his nickname if they don’t know him well?

More importantly, “How do you know I have the pacts?” And how did Ulquiorra see through the illusion protecting the door?

“That’s not important. What matters is I’m counting on you. You’re the only one who can help me now. You’ve got to start by gaining their trust. And if you want that, you can’t tell them you came up here and spoke with me. Whatever you do, don’t mention that. Let’s see, you should probably start with Beelzebub. He’d be the best choice. You need to get close to him. I know you’ll get me out of here. So, we have a deal. I’m counting on you.”

He could leave and pretend he’ll help. It would be the easiest route. He takes one more step back for good measure.

“Why would I help you?”

“What.” The pleading stops, and violet eyes look into his, his face falling flat. “What do you mean?”

“How would it benefit me?”

“But… shouldn't you want to help a fellow human in need?”

“Useless trash,” Ulquiorra turns towards the stairs, eyes still piercing into the demon’s. “You’re a bad liar, seventh brother.” As satisfying as it would be for someone to know he is not a weak human, he has no intention of disclosing something that could come back to bite him later. “I believe I heard the name Belphie. Farewell.”

“You fucker, come back here,” a growl responds. “Let’s renegotiate.”

“You have nothing I want, demon. Coming here was a mistake. I thought there was something useful here.” Ulquiorra steps toward the stairs.

“Wait!” The resigned tone makes Ulquiorra pause. Does he have something to offer? “You want to make more pacts, right? I could give you advice on my brothers. You and I could enter a deal.”

“A deal?” Ulquiorra turns his head so he can see the demon. “A pact?”

“Fuck no. A deal.”

“Ah.” Ulquiorra recalls that definition from a book about pacts. “One which dissolves once the conditions are met.”

“Exactly. I’ll supply you with information about my brothers to help you gain the pacts, and in return, you help me get out of this attic. Deal?”

“No,” the answer is clear.

“Why the fuck not?” he snarls, rattling the door.

“I am capable of making the pacts myself. I will not allow myself to be used by some weak creature. The thought of you manipulating me is insulting.”

“What do you want?”

He left after that.

What do I want? It had been obvious; he wants to shed this human body. But what about after? Be used by beings greater than him? Rot somewhere for centuries until fading to dust? What is there to want?

Do I want to stop being hollow? Perhaps he could find someone to kill him. This useless, wretched existence has no purpose. And now, walking around in a human façade?

As there is no reason for his existence, there is no reason to end it for its lack of interest. He’d probably wake up in another hell.

As he walks past the kitchen to his quarters, he notices Mammon near the fridge. The demon sniffles, taking a bite off of a spoon. He likely got punished by Lucifer. Unluckily for Ulquiorra, Mammon sees him.

“Ulq! There you are.” That nickname could get the demon killed. “Want some custard?”

Ulquiorra steps aside, hearing heavy footsteps behind him. “No.” He turns to leave, when Beelzebub gasps.

“Custard? My custard?!”

Hours pass.

Ulquiorra lays in Beelzebub's bed, still sour about the whole fiasco. Mammon ate Beelzebub’s custard, Beelzebub flew into a rage and destroyed one of the walls of Ulquiorra’s bedroom that connects to the kitchen, and Lucifer lectured all three of them for three hours. Now, Ulquiorra is resting in Beelzebub’s room, on his bed, while the demon is sleeping on the couch after his evening workout.

Ulquiorra cannot sleep. It’s been five nights since he arrived in the Devildom, yet this is the first time he hasn’t slept readily. Perhaps he’s becoming used to this body and it doesn’t require as much sleep.

He thinks for a while, allowing the pact magic to cycle through. At first, the thoughts overtook him, but now he can allow them time as he wills. If he suppresses them for too long, he cannot control them, but if he sets aside time as an outlet, they are manageable. Most of these thoughts dredge up memories, or make him think of things he sees and wants.

A sound breaks through.

It’s a whimper. Another. Ulquiorra sits up, preparing for a fight with some beast.

Gasps and sobs cut the air, and Ulquiorra’s gaze rests on the demon laying on the couch, illuminated by the lamps. So, he makes noises in his sleep. Ulquiorra tries to relax his attention, but Beelzebub shoots up from where he laid.

“Wh… What.…” Beelzebub looks around in a daze, before rubbing his face. It shines in the moonlight. “Sorry, did I wake you, human?”

“Ulquiorra. I have a name.” And I am not a worthless human.

“Sorry, Ulquiorra.” He doesn’t roll the RR correctly, but it doesn’t matter. “Go back to sleep.” His voice is strained.

“Are you crying, Beelzebub?”

A sniffle replies. “I had a bad dream, that's all.”

The silence following after is strained.

“Could I… hold your hand, Ulquiorra?” The request is beyond odd. What makes this demon comfortable asking for such a thing? “Sorry, I usually go to my twin for these things, but he’s in the human realm right now. I’ve been dealing with it myself since he left, but I miss him.”

Perhaps this will endear him to me, and make forging a pact easier. It’s not an impossible request, loathe as I am of such contact. “Very well.”

Beelzebub rises, sitting on the floor next to the bed. His head rests on the mattress, one hand trembling as it stretches out. Ulquiorra turns to his side, allowing Beelzebub to take his hand.

Beelzebub is a giant, nearly as tall as Lord Diavolo. His hand is large and warm, wrapping around Ulquiorra's.

“Thanks.” His voice shows his gratitude. The sniffles ebb into silence, and Beelzebub stares at their entwined hands. “Hey, Ulquiorra…?”

What now? “Yes, Beelzebub?”

“I admire how strong you are.”

Of course he is, but in this body? “What reason do you have for thinking I'm strong? Humans are weak, and could never hope to taste a demon's power.”

“Hm,” Beelzebub’s brow furrows. “I meant it in a different way. You're closed off, but still allow us to be around you, and so closely. You even punched Asmo when you woke up. It's like you have no fear.”

“Every being has fear.” Ulquiorra returns his gaze to the ceiling. “Instinct guides us and makes us afraid to live, and afraid to die. I simply don't find mine worth acting upon. If it is not worth acting upon, it is not worthy of existing. I cannot see fear, so it is useless.”

Beelzebub hums in acknowledgement. “I understand what you're saying. It's hard not to let it overtake rational thought, though. That's why I think you're strong.”

Ulquiorra tilts his head, seeing violet-- he remembers seeing those eyes. They're nearly identical to the demon in the attic. Yes, definitely the seventh brother.

“Do you allow yours to reign over your body?”

“I don't think so,” Beelzebub rests his head on his other arm. “I feel it, for sure. I'm afraid of losing Belphie-- he's my twin. I'm afraid I'll never see him again. I'm afraid he'll leave me, they all will. All of my brothers, they see me for my stomach. I'm afraid something will shatter what peace we have here, and we'll all be split apart again.”

“I dream a lot of our sister, Lilith. She died in the war. She fell in love with a human, and she loved him so much she risked execution to save his life. My brothers and I rebelled and fell, but she--” Beel's voice cracks, “--well, she was gravely wounded. She and Belphie were both in danger, and I grabbed him. I wasn't strong enough to save both of them.” His eyes glisten. “It's my fault. I think Belphie blames me too, for not being able to save her.”

Ulquiorra listens until Beelzebub falls silent. “I will never understand it. For me, emotions are meaningless, if they exist at all. I do not remember camaraderie or brotherhood.”

“Still,” Beelzebub smiles. “Thanks for listening.”

I didn't have much of a choice. He keeps that thought to himself.

“Hey Ulquiorra?”

“Yes, Beelzebub?”

“How would you choose who to save?”

Ulquiorra thinks for a moment. “If they cannot help themselves, why save them?” It was a coincidence that he intercepted the hollowfied Kurosaki before it touched Orihime, that's all.

“Huh?” Beelzebub’s astonishment is audible. “Because… you care about them?”

“Nonsense. There is no one I care about. I am unaffected by such emotions. The heart is nothing but a weakness.” Beelzebub squeezes, and that's when he notices how he's gripping the demon’s hand. Ulquiorra’s relaxes in the demon's grasp.

Those eyes are wide and round, full of innocence and warmth but looking at him with such pity. It's too familiar. Beelzebub's thumb rubs over his palm.

“Ulquiorra… isn't that lonely?”

Anime hair and eye logic.... Also love when people are haunting Ulquiorra's thoughts.

Masterlist / Chapter 6: Fall from Grace (03/01/2025)

Valentine's Special

[scarlet-streak-fanfics]

What if I actually wrote the crossover fic of Moriarty the Patriot, The Case Study of Vanitas, and Black Butler that’s been rolling around in my head? I’ve been working out a canon for it for the past week and it feels like a great way to get back into fanfiction writing after an ex friend ruined my confidence around it. It could probably be a stepping stone back to Obey Me too, honestly.

[chiyoso]

o em gee!? ♡゙ welcome to ghan high!

l|l SOCIAL LINKS! - #insta #X #spotify | discord: kuniyo04 ✦ sideblogs: chiyoside. pareidoix. oc blog. editing blog. ✦

⸻ I D E N T I F I C A T I O N : “CHIYOSO” Other Alias(es): kuniyo04, pareidoix, hiraethsdesires.

B i o g r a p h y :

Chiyo (ちよ) or Kuni (くに) is a young, filipina woman in her 20s, spending her time writing and translating imagery in her mind into words she can't express with her voice. A journey that started alongside the game Honkai Star Rail back in early to late April, opening a whole new world that got her hooked.

The game was fresh, and so were her interests that were piqued from reading good smut. While scrolling through AO3 for mystic messenger fiction, google had introduce her to the tumblr site, and there she found a vast amount of fanfiction related to Star Rail, which led to burning excitement and a happy heart, resulting in the creation of her first two fics; Cynosure's Ascendance and HIGANBANA, and another follow up fic that kickstarted her gradual fame and interest in a crossover between Star Rail and Honkai Impact 3rd; The Mara's Will. The rest is history.

Besides writing, university and extracurricular activities, stories in the form of media consume her time. Whether it would be from Anime, Games, Dungeons & Dragons, or TV Shows, she will present her interest and vigor when it comes to it.

⸻ L I K E S / I N T E R E S T S : Bold text means I'm super duper into it!

Angst. Lore. Sexual and sensual tension. Fluff. Hurt w/comfort or without. NSFW. Dark, rich and unsaturated colors. Classical music. Piano. Opera. Musicals and Broadways. Ballroom Dancing. Ballet. Vintage and Elegant Fashion. Makeup. Jewelry. Greek, Victorian and Japanese Architecture. Serene places. Italian and Korean cuisine. Fantasy. Anime. Games. Boxing. Martial Arts. DND. God. Psychology. Deep and Philosophical topics. Nighttime. Slutty grabbable waists. Dr. Veritas Ratio. Scaramouche/Wanderer. Suguru. Choso. Toji. Fictional men. Riddle Rosehearts. VTubers. Hibachi Mana! Koyanagi Rou. Offline TV ··· etc.

⸻ D I S L I K E S / H A T E : Same thing but red means it's hated really really badly.

Ignorance. Emotional Unintelligence. Entitlement. Moths. Bugs that disguise themselves as leaves. Horror Movies and Games. Pedophilia. Idiocy. Narcissism. Overstimulation (ADHD). Loud, blaring noises. The claustrophobia I have. Misogyny (It's amusing). Losing Progress. Forgetfulness. Andr*w Tate dick riders. Infantilism. AI. Art Theft.

⸻ F U N F A C T S :

Hentai Artist as a hobby. The 'so' in CHIYOSO comes from Kamo 'Choso'. Plays Violin and Piano (Washed). Started boxing this Jan 2025. Did figure skating for a few days then dipped. Did ballet and gymnastics in her childhood.

⸻ G U I L T Y P L E A S U R E S : Guilty for a reason and will probably write about it.

Priest. Non-consenting. Sex while pretending to sleep. Risk getting caught. Age Gap (21+ Reader). Manipulating men. Cheating. Gun and knife play.

⸻ E X T R A :

anime fandoms: dandadan, jjk, magi, undead unluck, violet evergarden, kamikatsu, the apothecary diaries, akatsuki no yona, demon slayer, AoT, bucchigiri, windbreaker, tokyo revengers, haikyuu, mob psycho, one punch man, welcome to the ballroom, carole & tuesday, bocchi the rock, fate, howl's moving castle, wisteria: wand and sword, black clover, fairytail, sound euphonium n' more

game fandoms: class of '09, wuthering waves, honkai impact 3rd, genshin impact, love & deepspace, honkai star rail, mystic messenger, obey me, twisted wonderland, bang dream, and much more.

3. ⸻ P L A Y W I T H M E : Catch me in SEA / Asia Servers.

Gacha/Open World Games:

Genshin: 852100538 Honkai Star Rail: 802195964 Zenless Zen Zero: ( - ) Wuthering Waves: 901385961 Infinity Nikki: 401827008

FPS/Mobile/Other:

Riot Games: Scaramouche#4ever Epic Seven: Llyria Roblox: Evaturiche Love & Deepspace: ( - )

POV: YOU GIVE WANDERER A HUG insta reel. hug wanderer why dont you.

tba··· (i got lazy. will add more if i get motivated again.)

[d34dlysinner]

Hello, hello!

Made this (side)blog just because I needed a place to think about this game TvT...

(I'm not as active anymore on my main blog chaoticallysin.)

Always welcome to talk about What in "Hell" is bad? here.

And obviously this is a mature game I expect 18+ people/ ADULTS to look in here.

Please state your age in your bio/state that you're an adult!

ALSO!!! ART YOU SEE IN HERE CONCERNING THE GAME ISN'T MINE.

ARTIST FOR THE LEGENDARY CARDS: https://twitter.com/nori31291404?s=20

What I'm planning to post here involves:

Fanfiction (smut, angst, fluff, it depends)

Art (depends on the time I have)

Theories and random thoughts on the game.

Crossovers with "Obey Me!" are also allowed here :D

Status blog

ANON FUNCTION IS DISABLED FOR NOW DUE TO SOME DRAMA THAT OCCURED. IF YOU WANT TO STAY ANONYMOUS IN YOUR ASKS SAY IT IN THE ASK

Requests are open

Game info/pics:

Group photos

Avisos

Hades

Tartaros

Gehenna

Game info

Homescreen video

Prologue

Minhyeok story parts 1-3

Game systems

Batte system

Voices Characters S1

Game promises

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

Heyo :) For the fanfiction writing ask 6, 19 and 38

Hey! :) Thank you!!

6. What’s the last line you wrote?

Ranna obeyed and when she looked up again, he was standing in front of her, eyes boring into her own so fiercely that she wondered if he was looking into the depths of her soul.

19. Do you enjoy creating OCs or do you prefer to stick solely to canon characters?

I prefer to stick to canon characters.

I try not to create OCs at all, though I've conceded in a few instances. Mostly, I use OCs as throw-away characters or children of characters. (The most notable example is Grace in several SG-1 fics, though she is technically based on a not-real-but-canon character).

I do have an Encanto/Sanctuary crossover planned and I will have to relent on my avoidance of OCs for that one, which will push me out of my comfort zone.

38. What is your most self-indulgent posted story?

Man, this is a popular one ask. I feel like the universe (and tinknevertalks) is making me come back to this fic so much in the last twenty-four hours!

'Bleeding Through the Blue' has to be that one. My first multi-chaptered Sanctuary fic (and my second Sanctuary fic, period!) because I love Magnitt and Out of the Blue. (Out of the Blue was the first Sanctuary episode I ever watched, so it has a special place)

[adelha-mathilde]

Fic authors self rec!♡ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

Oh yay someone sent me the thing.

Since I have an actual writing blog on here, I will include fanfictions from both my blogs for this.

A Crime In The Devildom series. "Obey Me!" There are so far 9 parts to this series. I was going to write more. But then I had the house fire happen and lost my computer. Link to part 1 here.

Never Leave You Again. Trigun. Vash x Reader. Link here.

Not An Object. "Obey Me!" Link here.

Hidden Under Blankets. "Obey Me!" Am just really super proud of this one particular fanfic and my portrayal of Leviathan. Link here.

Banding Together series. "Obey Me!" My first attempt at writing a series that is about a real fight / war scenario. Link to part 1 here.

Honorable Mention to my Noisy Typhoon NSFW fic as well as the ongoing Falling Into Paradise series and the Prince Vash AU series. Neither of them really get any attention but I was enjoying writing them until my inspiration and brainpower fizzled out.

I will also mention the long ago Sovereign Keyblades project that I ended up writing a long time ago in a previous life. Basically was Kingdom Hearts crossover with tons of different anime and video games that was centered around Trigun and this old book series I read at the time. Ended up being like.... 29 chapters long. Each chapter had up to like 15 parts. And each part was at minimum a word document of 75k or more than 150k. (I had no internet for over a year I had to find something to do other than Solitaire)

[elaemae]

A/N:

My fanfic 'The premium version of human is here to wreck house, mfs' is officially on temporary hiatus in wattpad (ao3 and here would be updating just fine) this is due to reasons explained in this posted message of my friend in my wattpad account:

[bevy-artemisfowl]

Hiya everyone!! Some people might recognise my name as the one I have for my Obey Me blog!

And similarly, I’m now making an Artemis Fowl blog. I’ve loved the series ever since a tender age and I hate to see the lack of content.

So I decided to do it myself! :D

I’m open to -

Fanfiction

Headcanons

Fanart

Character studies

Theories

Crossovers

And probably many more!

[curatoroffiction]

Chapter 29 of Deja Vu is out

AO3 Link Wattpad Link

[cifer-ulqui]

Chapter 4: Creeping Night

TW: Language. Envy and Greed, idiots who can't admit crushes, Ulquiorra remembering his sins, Mammon being touchy-feely.

Masterlist / Chapter 5: Por Favor

Ulquiorra collects himself outside of Leviathan’s door, glancing down the hall. Last night after dinner, which he attended, he began to look over the second and third levels of the house. Something foreboding oozed from the basement stairs, so he avoided them, but when he approached the fourth floor stairs, he was stopped by Lucifer.

There’s something up those stairs, he’s sure. Something curious. Lucifer had been so adamant, defensive.

“Ugh, come on. Don’t just stand out there!” Leviathan opens the door, tugging him inside. Mammon is already sitting on the couch, and perks up when Ulquiorra walks in. It’s the next evening, after Ulquiorra finished his homework.

“Finally! Were ya gonna make us wait all night? Start this shit, Levi.”

“Shut up. Go help Beel before he eats all the snacks.”

Mammon grumbles, but ultimately leaves. Leviathan gestures to the couch, and Ulquiorra sits down.

Leviathan decided Ulquiorra needed to watch TSL, or The Tale of the Seven Lords. Mammon complained about… well, his complaints about Leviathan and “the human” alone together were clearly ingenuine. Beelzebub was included since he enjoys any activity with food involved. Apparently, watching the show constitutes ample snacks, despite finishing dinner less than an hour ago.

Ulquiorra found Devildom cuisine has different ingredients to anything he’s seen, and some of them are capable of injuring or otherwise affecting not only humans, but demons as well.

Beelzebub and Mammon return with armfuls of small, colorful bags. Mammon takes a seat next to Ulquiorra as Leviathan sits on his other side. Without complaint, Beelzebub settles down in front of Ulquiorra. He’s tall, nearly as tall as Diavolo, and a portion of the screen is blocked by his orange hair. Orange hair. It causes Ulquiorra’s lips to flatten, and he pushes the memory of Kurosaki’s head in his grasp out of his mind.

“You’re about to experience the best twelve hours of your life--!”

“Holy fuck Levi, we are not watching twelve hours of this.”

“Ulquiorra and I are! You’re free to leave. I never invited either of you two to join us.” Leviathan’s eyes shift to Ulquiorra quickly. There’s a creeping of hesitation in his voice. “You’ll stay, right?”

The reason Ulquiorra agreed to this in the first place was simple: If he’s to combat these pact side effects, he has to allow the magic to settle, which means remaining close to the demons and allowing camaraderie to form.

“I shall watch the show. Would you be amenable to watching over more than one evening? Perhaps it would be more agreeable, since we have classes tomorrow.”

With a mumbled agreement from both Mammon and Leviathan, the first movie begins. A couple minutes pass before Beelzebub notices the issue with his height, and leans his head back on Ulquiorra’s knees, popping chips into his mouth.

Ulquiorra pays enough attention to remember the movie, but his mind wanders. The head on his knees is warm, and his stomach is full. Mammon shares a bag of spicy chips with him, and he savors the burn on his tongue.

Beelzebub leaves at some point in the evening when the snacks run out, and Ulquiorra notices his eyelids begin to drop halfway through the third movie.

Leviathan has running commentary about every scene, and Ulquiorra listens idly, focusing on the warmth from Mammon beside him. Leviathan is less touchy, their thighs barely brushing, but Mammon's is pressed against his, their shoulders resting together. Mammon sits forward a bit, enthralled with the movie. Whatever. Ulquiorra will allow this brazen touch for a moment. Only briefly.

At some point Ulquiorra's eyes close.

When he opens them, his head lays against Mammon's shoulder. Something wells up in his chest when he notices the scraping of nails against his scalp, running gently through his hair and untangling the strands. Ulquiorra would like to snap up and kill the one touching him so blatantly, but remains still, watching the last of the movie through half-lidded eyes. Mammon's arm is wrapped around his shoulders to allow for his hand playing with his hair.

Leviathan is quieter now. Perhaps they were being considerate of his peace while resting.

A glance over quickly dissolves that notion. Leviathan’s face is drawn into a pout as his gaze flicks back and forth between the screen and the two others occupying the couch.

Envy.

It darkens and glistens in his gaze. “I want that,” it seems to say. The mark on Ulquiorra’s ribs burns.

Leviathan's eyes widen when he realizes he's caught, and Ulquiorra sits up, listening to Mammon stutter out an excuse for his touching.

He can't say it was wholly unpleasant. It's not as if he wants more of that touch; no, that's the greed pact’s magic. The touch was without malice, so he’ll allow Mammon to keep his hand for now.

The movie ends.

Ulquiorra stands as Leviathan turns off the screen, and Mammon shuffles his feet to the door, not yet leaving.

Leviathan turns to Ulquiorra, an indiscernible expression on his face. “Do you want to see some of my prized TSL merch? I have the whole box set of the movies AND the books! All one hundred and thirty-eight! And the official art posters with Christopher Peugeot’s autograph. And I have the cursed vinyl of the soundtrack--”

“Wait, really? Lucifer has been trying to get his hands on that soundtrack for ages! Hey, we should sell it to him for a pretty penny--”

“Never in a million years,” Leviathan wrinkles his nose at Mammon. “Leave my merch alone, money-grubber.”

They begin bickering back and forth while Ulquiorra thinks. Would the soundtrack be enough to distract Lucifer for a time, so Ulquiorra can investigate the attic? It would be less loud than what he'd been planning initially: using his new pactmates’ propensity for trouble to distract the oldest brother. He has no qualms biding his time until the perfect moment.

For now, they all retire to their beds.

Ever since his first night in the Devildom, Ulquiorra felt the pull of his body into sleep during the late hours. How did this happen? How is he human? What trick is this? His thoughts lull him to sleep.

He wakes up to a new day.

His schedule had been predetermined by the student council, but other students were allowed to choose their classes. Those in the student council must be full-time students, but can choose whatever courses they please. This semester is a little different, as the non-demon exchange students are supposed to be accompanied during their classes.

He has Devildom History and Devildom Biology one day, Magical Potions and Introductory Magic the next, they alternate again, and a supplemental class every day for Devildom Languages. His other supplemental class is on the fifth day, “Study Hall,” intended to help students who fall behind or need extra help, and can be attended all day or not at all depending on the needs of the student.

He doesn't intend to need his extra class.

This is his third day at RAD, and he sees a new face in his Devildom History class. His hair and skin are pale white, and he wears the RAD uniform.

“Ulquiorra, right?” His smile is sly. “My name is Solomon. I'm the other human. I must congratulate you on making two pacts already, and with Avatars of Sin at that. I'd offer you some advice as a fellow human, but I think you won't need it.”

I am no human trash, Ulquiorra resigns his inner thoughts. “I see. I have not met you yet, though this is the third day of classes. I don't think your advice will be necessary.”

“That's true, I've been absent,” he holds his hand up to his chin, closing his eyes. He's still smiling. It makes the hair at the base of Ulquiorra’s neck prickle. “You sure are blunt. I can work with that. I haven't been in classes because I've been stuck in the human realm with the Sorcerer's Society. I'll be able to attend the rest of the semester, though.”

There's something smug about his voice Ulquiorra fixates on. He dislikes it. Hopefully he will be able to avoid this human in the future.

The curriculum has officially started, and Devildom History begins. The demon teaching in front of the class is wrinkled and wears broken glasses, and his voice cracks and drones on until one's ears rupture like something is jammed in them. Or, they want to stick something in there themselves.

Ulquiorra reads and listens, unfortunate enough to have caught Solomon's attention. He sits right next to Ulquiorra, writing in a notebook. He jots down certain phrases in scrawling handwriting.

The angels sit at the front of the class, and Simeon fixes Ulquiorra with a smile during their break. Since the normal classes stretch for three hours, there's a period of time for everyone to catch their wits.

Solomon stretches a bit too far into Ulquiorra’s space for his liking, but he makes no comment.

After class, Simeon and Luke walk with him to the cafeteria, which is where students eat lunch. Some classes are staggered to allow for different lunch periods, but most of the student council have the same lunch hours.

Solomon follows as well, but Ulquiorra deflects his attempts at conversation. They all sit down together to eat.

“I noticed you don't take notes, Ulquiorra. You must be pretty confident,” Solomon begins again.

“I have nearly perfect recall. I find no reason to record the information on paper.”

“Oh?” Simeon’s eyes catch his. There's something strange buzzing in his head regarding the angel, but he can't quite place it. The smiles from the angel aren't unpleasant, nor is his voice grating. He doesn’t seem threatening. Ulquiorra picks through his thoughts while he eats. “That's impressive, I'd love to have a memory like that.” There's no envy in his voice, despite his words. His eyes are a striking blue, Ulquiorra notices.

“It is merely natural to me.”

“So humble,” Solomon laughs.

Simeon's voice tinges with amusement. “As expected from someone who has pacts with an Avatar of Sin.” His voice is teasing as he replies to Solomon.

Luke crinkles his nose at the mention. “I don't get why you have to associate with those demons!”

“Excuse me,” a voice cuts in. Lucifer grins at the startled look on Luke's face. “I require Ulquiorra for a moment.” His red eyes slide over to Ulquiorra.

He rises to his feet, accompanying Lucifer up the stairs to a more secluded table, where Lord Diavolo sits. Barbatos stands behind him, silent.

“Ah, Ulquiorra!” The prince’s voice booms. “I asked you here to talk about how you are faring.”

“I am well, Lord Diavolo. I have no complaints.”

“Come now, there's no need to be so formal. If there's anything I can do to make your stay more comfortable, please let me know.” His smile reaches his eyes, but Ulquiorra is not a fool who trusts placation. “How are your classes?”

“I am understanding the basic curriculums thus far.”

Diavolo stares at him for a moment with his unwavering smile. “I see. You met Solomon today, right? I'm sure it will be more comforting to have a fellow human by your side. He's an odd one though.”

“Odd?” Lucifer huffs. “That's a nice way to put it, Diavolo.” He turns to Ulquiorra. “Solomon is a shady sort. You would be wise not to trust him.”

“Come now, Lucifer, let Ulquiorra gather his own opinion of the other students.”

“I have no familiarity with Solomon, human or not.” Irritation flickers up Ulquiorra’s spine. “If I have any issues, I am competent enough to fix them myself. I do not require patronization. I’m not a child.”

Despite having every intention of his words being harsh, they make Diavolo’s eyes sparkle.

“We've found quite the darling exchange student, wouldn't you say, Lucifer? Perhaps he will liven up the program. My offer will remain, should you find yourself in need of assistance. I'll check in again soon about your well-being.”

It’s mocking, the way he speaks.

Perhaps if Ulquiorra gains more power, he would no longer find it necessary to bow to those stronger than him. More. He needs more.

More. More. I need it. I want it. With every fiber of my being, I desire more. It's not fair. Why must I labor, even after doing everything commanded of me? Why must I toil my time away, following the whims of mere trash? It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair.

He's plagued by thoughts which are surely not his own. He lays in bed, among the admittedly soft sheets and pillows conforming to his body. His human body. The thoughts spiral over and over until his hand is in his knotted hair, pulling it taut against his scalp. His chest and ribs burn where the pact marks are, and he suppresses a frustrated hiss.

Maybe this is his hell. He's being punished for the awful things he did in his life. For not passing on when he should have, when he had the chance. For the things he said to Orihime, to Kurosaki.

I lost.

I lost everything. It's not fair.

A knock at his door startles him from his thoughts.

He collects himself, neutralizing his face. “Come in,” he sits up, focusing his attention on Beelzebub as he opens the door. He already has a bag of popcorn in his hand.

“They're starting the next movie and wanted to see if you're ready.”

Right. The movie marathon. This body is heavy, sapped of energy, but perhaps this will be a welcome distraction.

“Very well.”

He follows Beelzebub to Leviathan's room, noting Mammon is already there, and the screen is already on.

“Finally, we were waiting!” Leviathan grumbles.

“Come sit,” Mammon scoots over, leaving Ulquiorra in the middle again. They find themselves in the same position as the night before, with Beelzebub’s head laid back on his knees.

“After we finish the original volumes, we can move to the screenplays,” Levi gushes, beginning the movie and his commentary. “The 1990 version absolutely sucks,” his passion is certainly visible. He continues, but Ulquiorra becomes distracted.

What is it like to care so much for something? He wonders. To want, to desire, to be driven? His side pangs once more, and Leviathan's hand twitches mid-air in his explanation. Orange eyes meet green, a question lurking beneath.

“O-of course, if you want to watch or read anything about TSL, you can always come to me,” his voice is shaky, and it catches Mammon's attention. “I'll lend you the books, and I'm always down for another marathon.”

“Oi, oi!” Mammon breaks in. “You want the human all to yourself!”

“Well--” Leviathan loses some momentum before he picks it back up, face flushed. “What, you don't want to spend time with him?!”

“No way!”

“Can we watch the movie?” Beelzebub munches, clearly used to his bickering brothers.

“Why do you care?”

“I-- uh-- well--,” Mammon stutters. “You're the one trying to hog him to yourself!”

Ulquiorra clicks his tongue. “I am not some toy to pass back and forth. I will do as I please.” That sounds good, having some control.

“R… right,” Leviathan focuses back on the movie, clearly a little deflated. It's not Ulquiorra’s duty to take care of others' emotions.

Mammon lets out a little hmph, but falls silent.

Every so often, Mammon gets closer.

It's nearly indiscernible, if Ulquiorra's perception wasn't sharp. These demons are acting strange. Why do they want his attention anyway? Perhaps because he is seen as a shiny new toy to play with, and they are greedy and envious demons. It's certainly not because he is pleasant to be around.

There's something in the back of his mind, thinking about last night. It was almost pleasant, waking up to such gentle touch. Sure, he untangles his hair with his fingers when he bathes, but it tangles back quickly. Having someone else touch him so casually is strange, and if he'd been awake when it started, he'd certainly cleave the demon in two.

He finds himself drawn to repeating the scenario. He wants that touch again. More. His fists clench as he realizes all these thoughts are merely the result of the pact magic. He wants for nothing, much less to be touched. These are useless notions plaguing him.

Mammon yawns, one arm moving to the back of the couch behind Ulquiorra. Leviathan glares from his other side.

The movies play, and he makes it through the last of them. These characters are clearly based off of the Avatars of Sin, which puts a burning question in Ulquiorra's skull. There should be seven brothers, right? Where is the seventh, the Avatar of Sloth? Why does no one talk about him? He hasn't seen pictures of him in the house, or around RAD.

Mammon sniffs beside him, interrupting his musing. His eyes sparkle in the light of the screen. Leviathan pokes fun at him, but he denies crying.

“I think his brothers should have stood with him, no matter what! Even with the Lord of Corruption breathing down their necks, the Lord of Emptiness doesn't deserve to be abandoned like that.” Despite claiming the movies were a waste of time and he's there because he has nothing else to do, Mammon has been commenting after certain scenes and giving his input.

For once, the two brothers come to agree about something.

Ulquiorra sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I believe it is time for me to retire for the evening.”

“Hm,” Mammon's voice is suddenly questioning. “Hey Ulquiorra, I don't think I've seen you outside of your uniform. Do you sleep in that?”

Ulquiorra glances down. He had a set of plain clothes when he arrived, which someone apparently dressed him in, but Ulquiorra attended the academy every day since he'd arrived in the Devildom, and hasn't needed to wear them. He has several uniforms, after all.

“I do not sleep in them, no.”

Mammon furrows his brow. “Did someone get you pajamas?”

“Please don't tell me you let Asmo pick something out for you,” Leviathan crinkles his nose.

“I sleep without clothes, so they will not become wrinkled.”

That shuts both of them up.

Beelzebub looks up at him from the floor, a little smile in place. “That's how Belphie prefers to sleep, too.”

Mammon growls and shushes his brother. “We're not supposed to talk about him, remember?” This gains a pained look from Beelzebub, one which twists Ulquiorra’s insides. He's never felt this pity before. It must be the result of the pacts, or this human form.

“Right,” Beelzebub's stomach rumbles, and he uses it as an excuse to leave.

“Anyway, we gotta get you some new clothes,” Mammon covers his lips with a hand, unsuccessfully concealing his excited smile.

“Gee, thanks for making plans in front of me, scumbag.” Levi tosses a couple of the pillows from the couch into his bathtub, which he presumably sleeps in.

“Oi, you wouldn’t join anyway.” White hair is ruffled up by a tan hand in an attempt at nonchalance. “What’dya say? I got Goldie back, so she's dying for a spin.”

Ulquiorra doesn't get a chance to refuse.

Masterlist / Chapter 5: Por Favor

Ulquiorra is feeling the effects of his pacts, and has to bond with the brothers by watching TSL.

Ulquiorra's "Trash" meter has been a source of amusement for me. He's said/thought it seven times so far.

[rabbit-illustrations]

Is your obey me x persona crossover also going to be a fanfiction?

Not unless on of my friends wants to tackle that. This is an au of an au really, where all of out characters became exchange students and how the story of OM changes with that. The Persona aspect of it was just a fun idea since all the humans could be party members

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Fandoms:

BNHA

KnB

JJK

YYH

Genshin Impact (I cannot write all characters, but with research I can write most) 

Haikyuu!!

Obey Me! Otome Game

Fairy Tail- Seasons 1-4 only currently

Tokyo Ghoul

Food Wars!

Inuyasha

7DS

BSD

MLQC

Wolf's Rain

Vampire Knight

Cowboy Bebop

DRRR!

Psycho Pass

Bleach- not available yet

Squid Game

Stardew Valley

Stranger Things

Supernatural

The Walking Dead

Baldur's Gate 3

I also write original commissions or furry ones

Ghostwriting-

1. GW contemporary romance

Commissions -

1. Tumblr knb dark content -(3/4 of the way through first draft)

2. Bnha fandom continuation (starting rough draft)

3. Anon fandom comm (1/2 finished)

Waitlist (no longer open)

1. Dark content YCH stalker

2. Marvel tumblr comm

3. Resident evil x furry AU

4. Tumblr fanfic crossover yyh x the slayers

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