#obey me romantic

[mammonieruless]

OLDER BROTHERS’ PAST RELATIONSHIP HCS

Lucifer: 100% a virgin

I’ve seen many people agree on him being incredibly experienced when it comes to hookup culture, but I headcanon him to be quite the opposite. He is the avatar of pride himself; he would be wayyyyyy too prideful to offer himself as an one-night stand, no matter who the person might be. there will be exceptions when it comes to Diavolo, of course. He has never been in a serious relationship either; the man has no experience whatsoever. Aside from never having the time to pursue someone and build a connection with them because of his duties, he would be wayyyyy too scared and worried about bringing someone home only for them to harm his beloved brothers or his reputation. Mammon might be MC’s "first,” but MC is definitely Lucifer’s first. It is a match made in hell. All mc had to do was to live with him and his brothers for the entirety of the exchange program, which meant he didn’t have to go out of his way to make time to meet someone, and with time, they both grew on each other, the chemistry grew, and naturally, a strong connection formed without him ever needing to force any of it.

Mammon: He has done everything for quick cash, including sleeping with every living being that could hand him money. Even when cash is not involved, it is canon that he is a model and a party monster, so easy quick club, casino hookups are not a shocker. Out of all the brothers, him and Levi are the only ones who are the most experienced when it comes to serious relationships. Since he wears his heart on his sleeve, all the serious relationships he’s been in ended badly because his partners took advantage of him. Satan, in season one, commented that if Mammon likes someone enough, they will be showered with the richest, but if he breaks it off, then they will be left without a single penny. Knowing that many, especially his exes, only had money hearts in their eyes when they looked at Mammon, despite him pouring his heart out to them, they only viewed him as an ATM. I also headcanon that his tsundere behaviour wasn’t always there; he just started to act like that because many of his exes laughed behind his back, calling him easy, naive, and easy to trick into falling in love, thus leading him to develop this tsundere-like behaviour towards the person he likes to come off as cold, hard to get, and not easy to fool. Though he fails at acting cold and harsh towards MC, he doesn’t act all shy, blushy, or tsundere-like towards his hookups. As he doesn’t feel anything towards them, they only see a very confident, arrogant, bad boy side of him, which MC doesn’t know about.

Levi: Since he is a big anime nerd, he has high standards when it comes to dating and completely rejects hookup culture. All the romance anime he watches really set the bar high for him and makes him somewhat delusional. He has only been in a couple of serious relationships, which were all online, but unlike Mammon, some of his past lovers truly loved him for who he is but didn’t love him enough to keep up with his jealousy and his need to be reassured 24/7. Some might’ve seen him as an easy ticket to get up there in devildom’s hierarchy and get their status high up, as the seven demon brothers are hell’s government officials. + he’s literally the grand admiral of hell’s navy, man’s loaded. His insecurities, shyness, and introversion aren’t the main reason why he is in denial of someone enjoying his company or having any romantic feelings for him, but his experiences in relationships made him push away everyone and anyone who showed him any interest. We see this a lot when he friendzones or tries to find a ground where things are more platonic than romantic with the MC, despite being completely whipped for them, he is simply is terrified of them getting annoyed with his constant need of reassurance or getting into a relationship with them only for his jealousy to be too much for them to handle which would make them leave him and he would lose his only best friend, yet again.

[ethereal-writes]

Today's thought:

Currently imagining doing the snowman dance trend with the demon brothers

Lucifer being incredibly elegant, twirling you and dipping you gracefully while the snowflakes swirl around the two of you.

On the first step Mammon slips and drags you down with him <3

[lemonandlime22]

I haven’t been here for a long time but I love your writing! I was wondering if I could have a honesty, injury, and jealousy with Simeon? (If you can, could I have it with Mammon and Beel too? If not, it’s completely ok!) Thank you for writing and happy 1300 followers!!!

Welcome! and tysm dearie that's so sweet of you (*´∀`*) oh and you wanted them romantic so-

Simeon (Romantic)

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Honesty: Simeon is an ex angel. He is going to be honest with you. Well, kinda... he does unintentionally lie to you from time to time, and sometimes intentionally when he feels shame. But after a bit of talking, he may start to come around to tell you a lot more about, even perhaps the part he finds shameful.

Injury: When something bad happens to you, he is the type to stay calm and make sure your okay and once he knows your safe he'll make you food, get you some blankets, and cuddle you if you'll allow it.

When something bad happens to him, He'll make sure he himself his okay before going to you for comfort. It's one of those things he may find shameful at first but after a short while he'll rely on you more.

Jealousy: He gets more jealous easier than you'd think. For example at one of Diavolo's parties, if Simeon demes you've spent too much time with someone else he'll politely pull you away from the conversation to dance with you, making sure to hold you close to him the whole time. Just a few kisses and a few reassuring words will make him feel way better.

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Mammon (Romantic)

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Honesty: He is unintentionally the most honest person with you, if you didn't know better you may call him a saint by how honest he is. Levi gets secondhand embarrassment when he hears Mammon being honest with you.

Injury: Mammon will react in one of two ways, either go absolute apeshit or panic so much he might go into cardiac arrest. No matter how he reacts, once everything has settled down, he'll hold onto you so tight you might pop. But if you seriously need comfort he'll gladly give you a to shoulder for you to cry on while he reassures you with his words and a back rub.

You are absolutely the first person he will go to when something happens. He will go to you demanding hugs and kisses and to be held in a long cuddle sesh.

Jealousy: This is Mammon we're talking about, there is no question on if he gets jealous easily or not. Of course he does.

When your talking to someone else for too long without him like 10 minutes he'll whine and hang off you any way he can unit eventually either you end the conversation to spend time with him or the other person gets annoyed and leaves. He will demand all your attention for the next few hours, but not like a normal person, like how a cat would. Make sure to say a lot of reassuring things to him if he is seriously jealous, trust me, bby need them.

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Beel (Romantic)

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Honesty: Beel is the same as Mammon, he is painfully honest with you. But with him, it's less how much he wants to tell you and have your attention on him (like Mammon), and more that he doesn't have much of a filter, especially with you.

Injury: He instantly goes into protective mode when something bad happens. His first instinct is to make sure your safe, and if someone had hurt you he'll take care of them, then bring you somewhere comfortable and make sure you have as much food and snacks as he could possibly give you.

If something were to happen to him Beel will do his best to get to you, bby is more worried about worrying you than himself. Once he reassures you he's okay, he's going to ask for a lot of food, so I suggest you hop to it and got all that for him, he'll feel so much better.

Jealousy: Beel's definitely not a very jealous person. He trusts you, and if your not paying attention to him in favor of a conversation with someone else he'll just wait patiently behind you while eating a snack. I can see him taking your hand and playing with it if he's impatient or a tiny bit jealous. If he is jealous, just some kisses and an "I love you <3" will make him feel way better.

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[zephyrchama]

Satan with an MC who's not academically inclined. An MC who doesn't enjoy studying, who doesn't read books for fun, who would much rather be anywhere other than a quiet library. Someone with what he, a demon with high standards, considers to have low intellect and low grades, who doesn't think things through before rushing into them head-first.

Satan finds them ridiculous. They're crazy, a complete wild card. He can't take his eyes off of them. What a troublesome human. How absurd and silly and endearing. What a captivating human. If they can't sit still for five minutes, he'll just have to follow their lead to the ends of the Earth.

Satan has trouble coming to terms with the fact he's head over heels for them. It frustrates him to no end. The realization hit him like a truck out of the blue one day, and he's already fallen hard. So hard that he can't possibly imagine being with anyone else. That's okay. Satan convinces himself he has enough book-smarts to make up for the both of them.

Satan knows his human is foolish, but nobody else can dare say that out loud. That's Satan's privilege and his alone. People quickly learn to avoid demeaning MC if they don't want to incur Satan's wrath. His nose may be stuck in a novel but his eyes aren't following the words, they're following the human in his peripheral vision.

They're a breath of fresh air. They don't overthink things. They don't make situations complicated. They're Satan's favorite kind of open book. They force him to live in the moment. MC might not know complex math or obscure history, but nobody can teach Satan the joys of life and emotion quite like his human can.

[devilevlls]

Your favorite time of day arrives past midnight, when Lucifer finally returns from his paperwork and joins you in bed. The crackling of the fireplace and the sound of his soft breathing fills the room, enveloping you both in a tranquil embrace. He lies on top of you hugging your waist, his head nestled on your chest, wings spread out, and his body fitting perfectly between your legs. One of your hands caress the back of his neck, while the other traces gentle circles on his scalp.

At this moment, the mighty Avatar of Pride reveals a rare vulnerability, finding solace and security in your presence. Despite his formidable nature, he knows that with you as his partner, he has found his safe spot.

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[aventurineswife]

Under the mistletoe with all the obey me brothers? 🤭

Love, Laughter, and Mistletoe

Tags: Lucifer x Reader, Mammon x Reader, Leviathan x Reader, Satan x Reader, Asmodeus x Reader, Beelzebub x Reader, Belphegor x Reader, Obey Me Brothers x Reader (seperately), Mistletoe Moment, Holiday Special, Early Christmas Fluff, Romantic Moments, Surprise Kisses, Soft Side.

A/N: WHY AM I SUDDENLY GETTING OBEY ME REQUESTS OUT OF NOWHERE?! NOT COMPLAINING BUT JUST CURIOUS!! 😭😭

Lucifer

The atmosphere in the room was warm and festive, the smell of cinnamon and pine filling the air. The sound of cheerful laughter and soft music played in the background. As you looked up, your eyes caught the faint glow of mistletoe hanging above you and Lucifer.

His sharp eyes noticed the same thing at the same time, his posture straightening as he crossed his arms with a smirk.

"Well," Lucifer began, his tone cool but with a hint of amusement, "it seems the situation requires a formality, doesn’t it?"

You blinked, surprised. "What do you mean?"

"Just this once," he murmured, stepping forward, closing the small distance between you. His lips brushed your cheek for a brief, almost imperceptible moment, and his voice lowered. "Consider it a necessary gesture of goodwill. Don’t get used to it."

As quickly as he had come, he was gone, leaving you with a fluttering heart and a faint blush. It was rare for him to break his stern demeanor, but somehow, under the mistletoe, he had made an exception.

Mammon

"Wait, wait, hold up!" Mammon's voice echoed through the room as he stared up at the mistletoe with wide eyes. "You mean... we both have to stand under it?"

You were barely able to stifle a laugh as Mammon's usual confidence seemed to waver for a moment. "Yeah," you teased, stepping forward. "It’s tradition."

"I—well, then—uh..." Mammon stammered, his cheeks turning pink. "Guess it can’t be helped... M-Merry Christmas, human!" Without another word, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a quick, clumsy kiss on the cheek. "That’s what you wanted, right?"

You grinned. "It was perfect."

He puffed out his chest, trying to recover. "Of course it was! I’m the Great Mammon, after all! You’re lucky to get a kiss from me!"

Leviathan

You nearly bumped into Leviathan as you walked under the mistletoe, both of you pausing for a beat as your eyes met. The air seemed to freeze for a second, and then Levi's face flushed bright red.

"U-uh, well," he stammered, his fingers gripping his controller tighter. "I-it’s just like in those anime, right? A moment like this... should we... should we...?"

Before you could respond, he suddenly leaned forward, kissing your forehead in a shy, quick gesture. "T-That’s what they do, right? O-Only in the good romance arcs...!" He immediately hid behind his game console, muttering to himself in embarrassment.

Satan

The mistletoe hung above the two of you, and Satan's lips quirked into a knowing smile. "This seems like a situation that calls for some... poetic justice." he said, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Poetic justice?" you repeated.

He tilted his head thoughtfully. "Yes. A kiss beneath the mistletoe could be an elegant display of mutual respect."

Before you could react, he leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a gentle, deliberate kiss. "There," he said softly, stepping back with a smirk. "Perfect."

You blinked, slightly stunned, but he only smiled more. "I always appreciate the beauty in things, especially when they’re as well-placed as this."

Asmodeus

The second you walked into the room, Asmodeus spotted the mistletoe above you both. His eyes lit up with delight. "Oh! What a wonderful excuse for a kiss, darling!" He practically purred.

You didn't even have time to respond before he was pulling you close, hands sliding to your waist, his lips capturing yours in a deep, lingering kiss. "Mwah! What do you think? Was it enough to melt your heart?" he teased, pulling away with a wink and a dramatic flip of his hair.

You were still in a daze, but he simply gave you an exaggerated pout. "Ah, don’t worry. I’ll be sure to leave a bigger impression next time."

Beelzebub

Beel noticed the mistletoe overhead just as you walked past, and he blinked, confused. "Is this... some kind of tradition?"

You smiled, shrugging. "Looks like it. It’s a Christmas thing."

Without much hesitation, Beel smiled and leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. "It’s not a big deal. I’m just happy to spend the holiday with you." His warm hands rested gently on your shoulders, and you could feel the sincerity in his words.

"Thanks, Beel," you said, your heart swelling with affection. "This is perfect."

Belphegor

As you looked up at the mistletoe, you couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Belphegor, on the other hand, had already noticed and was lounging on the couch, eyes half-lidded.

"Ugh, another one of those holiday customs..." he sighed dramatically, not bothering to move from his comfy spot.

You rolled your eyes. "Well, come on, it's tradition. You have to—"

Before you could finish, Belphegor lazily reached out, pulling you down beside him. "Fine, fine," he muttered, catching you off guard as he kissed you, his lips soft and unhurried. "Merry Christmas, MC."

You couldn't help but chuckle as he lay back down, closing his eyes again. "I’ll do it... because it’s Christmas." he mumbled, his tone still sleepy, though there was a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

This is my second time writing it again because Tumblr didn't save it the first time 😋 sorry if the characters are bit ooc, i honestly need to study their characters more

[radarchives]

[kay-selfships]

you can’t kill me, i have anime boys in my phone that need me

[i-dreamofsleep]

RIRI CHAN LASER BEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM

[mammonieruless]

Second-place medal

Gender neutral mc X Satan

Description: Satan self doubting himself + being a hopeless romantic who fell face first in love w the mc<3 / uhh one sided fake dating?? (Story sets in season1 of the og game and ends when mc first leaves devildom, touches upon Satan’s past. (ANGSTY))

Satan was no fallen angel, yet he faced the same hate as his "brothers.”

He was no less of a demon than everyone surrounding him in this unknown world where he simply came into existence out of another man’s anger, yet he was still put on the same boat as those six fallen angels. He was known among his own kind as a “false” demon. Of course he will be hated; though he was never an angel, he is the shadow of the very fallen angel who led the rebellion.

Born out of the seraphim’s wrath and hatred, that’s all he knew. From the moment he came into existence, all he felt was pain, and all he was filled with was wrath. He watched as the six god-forsaken angels struggled to grasp the world around them. Some were in denial of their halos turning into horns and their pure white wings turning black; others were in denial of losing their sister; and Lucifer, the man he ever so despises, has pushed his own emotions to the side and tried to soothe his brothers’ pain, but Satan was nowhere in the picture. No one soothed his pain and despair. Instead, he was chained up like some dangerous animal. a wrathful monster to be tamed and not comforted when all he needed was solace. And that’s when, for the very first time, he unlocked a new emotion: loneliness. He was born into the world wrathful, and that’s all he knew and understood until he was locked away for the first time. He felt lonely—very lonely. Seeing how, despite all the pain, the six fallen angels who call themselves brothers had each other, they understood each other’s agony while no one understood him. They repeatedly called him brother and part of the family, yet they were terrified of him, yet he was misunderstood, yet he was chained up. With time, he started to find comfort in being locked away. then at least he wouldn’t be anywhere near those six fallen angels. Being in their presence made him furious; they all had the same history, shared memories, and had known each other for aeons, and he just spawned out of one of the fallen angels' pain. To them, he was a stranger, and they were nobodies to him but forced to call each other family.

Years passed, and demons started to accept fallen angels as part of their realm, as government officials, as their friends. Despite the numerous times the six fallen angels and a false demon proved to be worthy of their strength and their placement in the hierarchy, there will always be those who will be intolerant of them. Just like that, centuries passed, and Satan found himself getting closer year by year to those six strangers. With time, he started to view them as his family, as they viewed him as their beloved brother, but he still resented Lucifer.

So much so that when the future king of devildom announced the exchange program and gave Lucifer the honor to choose a human exchange student, Satan’s mind came up with hundreds of plans and ideas on how to make the year beyond miserable for the pride demon.

Came the day the human was summoned into devildom. Other than the future king, Satan was beyond excited, but for all wrong reasons. Everyone found it odd how happy Satan was for the exchange program. Lucifer knew immediately that his precious little brother was up to no good, and he strictly told Mammon to keep an eye on him.

Satan smirked when he laid his eyes on the human, imagining all the ways he could fool them into doing whatever he wanted, put them in danger, and do anything and everything to get on Lucifer’s nerves. While the future king and his oldest brother were welcoming the human, he kept daydreaming of how he would put the MC right into the lion’s mouth and get the human to be the sole reason behind Lucifer’s anger and frown. He will make sure the year is beyond burdensome for his older brother. On the ride to the house of lamentation, Satan wasted no time getting to know the human. The more he knows about this weakling, the easier it will be to manipulate them and get them to do whatever he wants. Seeing Mammon’s complete disinterest in babysitting a human, he knew he could easily use his demonic magic to influence the human, as the very brother who was tasked with looking after the human could care less, but he was worried about Lucifer detecting his magic on the human. There was only one way—the old-school way. Spending more time with the human, going on dates, and excessive texting.

Not even giving the human a chance to grasp all that’s around them, Satan demanded their attention and time.

Satan sat on his bed, surrounded by papers upon papers of scribbled-out words and sentences, not knowing how to write a goodbye letter to MC, as tomorrow would be the day of their departure. In pure silence, he slowly came to the realization that that was the biggest mistake he had ever made. And the very paper he was holding that he poured his heart out on, confessing his ever-dying love to the human he fantasized of harming, he tore in half with intense fury—an emotion he has not felt ever since the human stepped into his life.

"Would you like to go for a walk with me? I can show you around the gardens of the house!”

This was the very first time Satan asked the MC to spend time with him. Mc, thinking of Satan as a kind gentleman, of course took to the offer. While Satan was only plotting a malicious plan to make his brother’s life more miserable than imaginable, as if having to take care of six grown demons wasn’t enough for Lucifer.

That day, on the walk, Satan discovered Mc’s favorite flower, then Mc’s favorite color. Satan began to infodump about MC’s favourite flower to impress them. Despite always desperately trying to prove to others that he is his own person and utterly different than Lucifer, he always compared himself to Lucifer and felt severely insecure. As if Lucifer were the better version of him, or better yet, he’s the inferior version of his big brother. One and only thing he prides himself on is his excessive knowledge. Whoever let it be, he always likes to show off his intelligence because he knows it is part of his charm. Some find it annoying while others find it attractive; either way, it is not something Lucifer does so that makes Satan different from his older brother. As Satan spit out excessive details about flowers while on the walk, he glanced back at Mc only to find not a single hint of annoyance or boredom on their faces. He was taken aback by their complete dedication to what he was saying. Normally, with so much unnecessary and excessive information, people would get bored, even annoyed. Yet here they were, with a soft smile on their faces, listening to him rambling on and on about some flowers.

“Would you like to go to the museum with me?”

Another day, another date. Satan bought Mc their favorite flowers and made sure they were in the color that Mc loves. Of course, all that is just to get to know the human more so he can fool the human into trusting him and doing as he says: As he stood there in the hallways of the museum, instead of admiring the painting in front of him, his eyes were fixated on Mc’s face. Studying the way their eyes scan the painting, the way their lips move as they ask endless questions about the paintings, the culture of devildom, the way their eyes light up when they understand the symbolism behind the painting, the frown in their face when a demonic tradition confuses them, or how gently they hold the flowers that he bought for them, how subconsciously they take in the scent of flowers with a gentle smile on their lips. Satan stopped in his tracks in complete shock. What are these thoughts that he is having? Why was his mind racing through hundreds of things at once? Before he could question himself more, he heard Mc voice call out his name.

“Satan, you agree, don’t you? Cmon, you can’t tell me that; that painting over there doesn’t look like Diavolo if he were a drag queen.”

“Don’t let Lucifer hear you say that,” he giggled.

Wait, did he just tell them not to get in trouble? The outcome of this whole stupid idea of wasting his time with them and going on dates just to get them to trust him so that he can get them to do things to put them in trouble and piss off Lucifer would be him having a soft spot for them and wishing no harm upon them. Pffft, as if!

“Would you like to go to an animal cafe with me?”

It has been barely a week, and there is no hint of fear in the human’s eyes when dealing with Satan. As if he is not the avatar of wrath himself. How naive and innocent Satan thought to himself. When he came into existence, six fallen angels, who were once among the strongest angels of heaven and who fought god, thus becoming the strongest demons in devildom, feared him; they were frightened to death by his presence alone. The very people he called brothers today were once strangers who are still, to this day, terrified of his wrath. Yet this human is sitting right in front of him, fearless. In fact, they look like they enjoy his company and his talks. He stared in awe as the human loosened up in his company, the way their gentle hands petted the cats, as their angelic-sounding giggle echoed in his head, as he started to feel warm and fuzzy instead, as his heartbeat sped up as he scanned the human’s face, desperately searching for fear, annoyance, and boredom in their expression, but instead he was bewitched by their beauty. Satan’s cheeks turned red as he tried to comprehend everything that was going on in his head while his heart was skipping one beat after another.

Recalling all his memories of Mc’s arrival and their interactions from the very first day, Satan has come to the conclusion that it was all a big mistake. He was plotting to get the humans to trust him so that he could use them to cause chaos around the year. Instead of using magic to get them to do whatever they wanted, he went on dates with them. Satan still sat on his bed with the torn paper in his hand, repeatedly telling himself how much of a big mistake all that was because now he had fallen hopelessly in love with a mortal being. Who was a nobody at the beginning of the exchange program but now has seven demons head over heels for them. Satan knows he is an intelligent man, with a charming personality and good looks to top it off. He is not hesitant to compete with his brother over MC. Well, he’s not hesitant to compete with only five of his brothers over MC. When it comes to Lucifer, he feels….threatened. Lucifer Morningstar was once and still is everybody’s favorite, and even to this day, angels admire him as if he isn’t even a demon. Lucifer Morningstar, who to this day is crowned to be the strongest, Lucifer Morningstar is the man who is the sole reason behind Satan's existence. When compared to him, Satan is a walking second-place medal; he is in Lucifer’s shadows, and he should act like it. Satan tried to push away his insecurities, but they were getting the best of him. Ever since MC swept him off his feet, he has been on cloud nine. The avatar of wrath was not living up to his purpose; the very wrath, rage, and fury that he was so blinded by his whole entire life vanished in that human’s presence. For once, he felt the inner peace that he was so longing for. He loosened up in their presence, felt joy, and understood what love meant. Unknown emotions flooded his heart one after another, and all he could hear in his head were the echos of MC’s name. In the past, he was in denial. He believed it was the thrill of pushing Lucifer buttons, perhaps even lust. Demons are known to be tempters, and the attraction he was feeling towards MC must’ve just been lust, but no. It was love in the purest form. Despite coming up with numerous excuses in the beginning, Satan knew deep down that he, in fact, was doomed. When he finally accepted his true feelings, Satan discovered that it might’ve been too late. Though he was the first to fall for the MC, and he sure fell very hard for them, face first, but now Mammon, Asmo, Beel, and Levi all fell for their charm as well. Satan took it as a challenge to win MC over and decided to take things slow, thinking there’s a very beautiful and unique feeling to pinning for someone you love ever so effortlessly, but now he sat on his bed regretting that foolish decision and wishes he confessed to MC his feelings the very moment his heart skipped a beat because now he has to compete against the only demon that makes him doubt himself. He is nothing but the shell of a man who was once the Morningstar of Heaven, God’s favorite, Lucifer Morningstar.

[ethereal-writes]

Toy Jail (Ft. Lucifer and GN! MC)

Warnings: Romantic relationship

Length: 0.8k words

Genre: Fluff, slight hurt/comfort

A/N: Whoah! First fic in how long? What’s even more wild, I wrote this and am posting it on the same day! And even wilder? It’s Lucifer centric! I’m super excited to start posting again.

As always, if I’ve missed any warnings, please feel free to let me know! Enjoy!

-Ethereal (✿◡‿◡)

Story below, please don't claim as your own!

Lucifer sighed, hanging up his coat. He had finally made it back to the House of Lamentation after a long day of the usual nonsense.

The day had started off relatively calm. He’d spent the first part of his morning in your room, working on his paperwork. His own desk was entirely covered in papers he had yet to even start, so working there would have been virtually impossible. Besides, he didn’t mind spending time with you anyway.

Then it had all gone downhill. He’d been forced to intervene in his brother’s shenanigans once again when he started hearing explosions from the kitchen— they had been trying to follow a recipe exploding cheesecake. Seriously? Why had they thought that was a good idea in the first place?

After he’d dealt with that, Lord Diavolo contacted him, letting know he had some more work for him to pick up. So, off Lucifer had gone to pick it up. At least these papers wouldn’t need to be high on his priority list.

He arrived back home just in time to diffuse a massive brawl between Levi and Mammon. Something about Mammon selling off some of Levi’s figurines or posters or some…sort of anime paraphernalia that had nearly resulted in Levi summoning Lotan.

 By the time that had all been dealt with, he had just enough time to wrangle his brothers into looking vaguely presentable before shoving them all out the door in order to make it to the student council meeting.

Now he was home, exhausted, and he still hadn’t finished the damn papers he’d left on your desk. He made it to your door, knocking three times and waiting until he heard you call for him to come in.

You were sitting on your bed, doing the last few bits of homework you’d been assigned before the weekend. You offered him a smile. “Hey, how was your day?”

He hesitated at your slightly off tone but decided he didn’t have the energy to figure it out right now. “Very long, my love. And unfortunately, still not over.” He turned to the desk to return to his papers…but they weren’t there anymore. He turned to you with a quizzical look. “Have you seen the papers I left here?”

“Your papers?” A slightly…smug look came over your face. “Yes, I have.” You gestured to a plastic tub in the corner of the room, which, sure enough, contained the stack of documents.

“Ah, thanks.” He went to go retrieve them but paused when you held up your hand.

“Ah, ah,” you said, standing up. You gestured to the box. “Your papers are in toy jail.”

“Toy jail?” He repeated. He glanced at the tub, seeing the label on it. “…what does that mean?”

“It’s a common punishment in the human world. When a child leaves their toys out where they aren’t supposed to, their toys get put into a box, or “toy jail”. To earn them back, usually they have to do some sort of chore. I got so sick of everyone leaving their stuff here I decided to implement something similar in my room.”

Lucifer huffed. He really didn’t have the time nor energy to deal with this today…though he couldn’t help but find it a little endearing. “So…you’re punishing me like a child?”

You nodded.

He sighed in mostly false annoyance. “You’re saying that I…the Avatar of Pride, the eldest, one of the most powerful demons in hell…may not retrieve my paperwork from a plastic tub in your room…because you said so…because this is how children are punished in the human world.”

You finally looked up from your homework to give him a smirk. “Uh-huh.”

He groaned, though it was really difficult to pretend to be annoyed when you were looking at him like that.

“And…what is it you’re asking me to do in exchange for their…” bail”?” He asked. He took a seat beside you on the bed, leaning back slightly to look down at you.

“I want to watch a movie with you and order takeout.”

“I…huh?” He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting you to say, but it definitely wasn’t that. “Out of everything you could ask…that is what you want?”

You nodded. A slight frown tugged at your lips. “Yeah. You’ve been so busy lately, you’re overworking again. And…I feel like I haven’t spent time with you in a while. I miss you.”

Oh.

Well, that softened him up immediately, and the guilt pulled at his heart. “…it…has been a while, hasn’t it? I’m sorry, I’m just…terribly busy…”

You nodded. “No, no, I know. But…I finished the paperwork you left here while you were gone. It was pretty easy, just…really…really tedious. So…can you maybe spend the rest of the night with me?” You asked hopefully.

Well…he definitely couldn’t say no to that. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you to lean against him. “…of course I can, dearest.”

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Been following you for a while. Congrats! 🎉

May I request Knowledge, Love language and Dance for Lucifer, pls?

Aw thank you! and thank you for following! also, I'm going to assume to mean romantic, sorry if I got that wrong. @luxthestrange helped me with the love language btw.

Lucifer (Romantic)

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Knowledge: He knows you like the back of his hand. It's almost scary. He know exactly what your doing right behind him and will tell you so, It is so hard to surprise him. If he knows you going to do something stupid he will hold out his arm in front of you as a way to say "Just don't".

Love Language: I think Lucifer's love language is acts of service, physical touch, and gifts.

Acts of service, when you maybe do part of his chores when he's too busy with paperwork, making him a cup of coffee or tea when it's late at night and he needs to finish his work or just any type of talking a bit of the load off his back. It means so much to him. And he will do the same for you when you are buried in any type of work.

Physical touch (this ones mostly lux's help), it comforts him, after a long day of taking care of his brothers, nothing makes him happier than his love holding him, letter him melt into them. It comforts and reassures him that you love him, all of him. Kissing his scars might make him cry, not in a bad way, but in relief.

Gifts, this is one of his main love languages for you. He loves spoiling you with meaningful gifts and powerful things. His chest always fills with butterflies and pride when he sees any of his gifts to you around your room.

Dance: I think think that when he gets the chance, he loves dancing with you. It doesn't matter if it's at one of Diavolo's parties or at The Fall or just late at night with one of his non-cursed records playing as you sway back and forth in his study. He loves slow dancing especially, it's calm and he can easily gaze into your eyes and get lost. If you can't slow dance, that perfectly fine, he adores teaching you.

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Obey Me - Yandere!Brothers x Reader (GN); Yandere!Diavolo x Reader (GN)

Summary: Your death had not been an unexpected one - at least for the seven reasons behind it - what had been unexpected was what happened afterwards. How far are the residents of hell willing to go to get you back?

! Minors Do Not Interact !

TW: Major Character Death, Death of a relative (mentioned), Yandere!brothers can be interpreted either as platonic or romantic, poison, murder, Manipulation, blackmailing, non-consensual kissing, angst generally, I do not condone this - this is all just fiction

Everything about your death had been planned prior, not a single detail was unaccounted for. At least for the ones behind it. You yourself had no idea that you were eating your last meal one Friday evening - it had been Lucifer's turn to cook and he made one of your favourites - and you were enjoying dinner with all the brothers. Quite honestly, you should have known something was afoot simply by the fact that all of them were on their best behaviour, no fighting, no cursing - the literal and the magical kind - and even Levi was acting sociable, without a handheld console anywhere in sight. Belphegor was wide awake (at least for his standards), Beelzebub was eating with relative moderation, Mammon wasn't bragging about any of his new purchases, Satan was calm as he could be, and Asmodeus had his complete attention on you, but not in his typical flirty way. It was like they were all trying to savour the moment.

Lucifer seemed to be the same as always, but you knew him too well and knew how to look beyond his shell. He was sad, somehow, and you would have guessed this sense of self-loathing that his pride usually didn't allow, but that always was just below the surface was bubbling up. Why, you didn't know, but you figured you'd ask him after dinner when you had some alone time. When you were finished eating, Mammon jumped up exclaiming that he'd do the cleaning today and you knew one of the brothers would ask what he was trying to even out now, which scheme of his he needed to repent for before it had actually come out. Not a word was said though. That was the moment when you became slightly suspicious, but sadly not suspicious enough - not that there was anything for you to change at that point. The deed had already been done.

A yawn straight out of your mouth pulled you away from your suspicions. You were really tired all of a sudden. The day must have been more exhausting than you had thought. 'Oh well', you thought as your eyelids slowly became heavier, 'you had time to ask Lucifer about what was going on tomorrow, after all, it was the weekend and you had had all the time in the world'. 'All the time in the world', oh how silly that phrase now sounded. You said goodbye to the brothers, giving each of them a small kiss on their cheek as it had established itself in your routine before you turned to leave for your room. 'MC', Lucifer had called after you as if wanting you to stop, but when you turned around to him, he seemingly had discarded whatever it was he had wanted, instead telling you to sleep well.

And you did sleep well, for about two hours and twenty-seven minutes. Two hours and twenty-seven minutes later, your heart beat for the last time, and then your body grew cold and stiff and lifeless. Death had come for you at last. A peaceful death, that the brothers knew for sure because as they all sat waiting in the dimly lit living room, they only felt a slight ache and a sense of finality as their bonds broke apart. It was regretful that they had to these measures and they were well aware that for the rest of their eternal lives, they'd mourn their actions - but what had to be done was done, this was the only way. The one way that would mean that you would spend eternity with them.

Their plan had first started being formulated when you had gotten news of a relative of yours dying - they had been old and sick and their death had not been an unexpected one. The brothers had decided they'd be there to help you mourn and cheer you up, but they found that while you felt the pain of your loss you were actually relieved, knowing that your relative now didn't have to suffer anymore, especially since they had made peace with their end already. It was what you said when Levi had wondered how you could be so nonchalant about death that kickstarted it all. 'We all die at the end, some sooner, some later - death is a part of life and I find that fleeing from it is impossible so I might as well embrace life for the short time it blesses me.'

They had always known that you'd die one day - they knew you were mortal, but still, knowing that you knew that you would, made this more real. It meant that it was something that would happen in the near future (for them at least) and after they had a long talk where all of them agreed that they could not, would not, live without you anymore they decided that the only way for you to be with them forever was to make you like them, to have you be a demon. That way you'd be safe in the Devildom - not that they'd stop protecting you - and you'd be bound to them for eternity, just like the pacts had bound them to you. But for a mortal to become a human, they had to die first.

Lucifer had cleared things with Diavolo - made him promise that once you died and came to hell, he'd make you into a demon (decidedly not mentioning that your death might happen sooner than the prince might expect) - and Satan took care of a poison that would make you die peacefully and painlessly in your sleep. From then on everything would be simple, your soul would come down to hell, that much was sure, you had made pacts with not one, not two, but all seven of the lords of hell, so there wasn't a way in the world that you'd end up in heaven.

That's what they had been so very sure of, but they didn't realize just how pure you were, how you had been able to keep your soul shining and clean even while surrounded by the worst of the worst, how you hadn't indulged in sin even while being surrounded by it. It might have been your celestial heritage or just your heart of goodness, but it seems the great father had his eyes on you and decided to give you another chance after your death. A new life as an angel - the same soul just elevated into a high, celestial position, and without memories about your mortal life. The brothers had no idea of your new angelic self, just mulling over the fact of how long it was taking you to make the track to hell, worrying that you might have been trapped in the mortal realm with unfinished business. It was Simeon who cleared it up for them, he had been in Celestia with Luke while they had ended your life, so when he appeared in the mansion, face white as a sheet and eyes filled with sadness, exclaiming that you were in Celestia now, that you had no memories, asking the brothers what had happened to you, why they hadn't been informed of your untimely demise. They improvised, exclaiming that you had died of some natural causes that unsuspectedly came with a mortal like you spending so much time in the Devildom, that they were in deep mourning and hadn't even gotten to contact your family yet. Simeon - too goodhearted for his own good - believed them, telling them that he'd mourn with them, but it was what he said before he left again that stuck in their mind: He'd take good care of your soul in Celestia.

No, they wouldn't let this happen. They'd do whatever they had to, whatever it took, to have you back in their midst again. A new plan formed, this one more destructive and with much more dire consequences, but they did not care anymore. Lucifer was again the one to get Diavolo's help but this time he was straightforward about it - he knew that he'd act on it with or without the prince's help. It was a surprise how quickly Diavolo agreed and how eager he was to help, it was a sign of his own ulterior motives, but having Diavolo on their side was the biggest trump card they could gain so Lucifer decided to keep that to himself.

Their plan would surely lead to another century, if not more, of animosities between the realms. It might even lead to another Celestial war, but the brothers were more than prepared to fight their former brethren if it was just to have you in their reach again. And so it was enacted ruthlessly and without hesitation. The seven of them along with Diavolo could easily summon an angel, even one as protected and new as you, and so when you arrived in the middle of their circle they were all too ready to embrace you tight enough to make sure you could never escape, the would have clipped your beautiful white wings - the same that Lillith had sprouted out of her back when she was alive and celestial - and would have buried your halo below the deepest ditch in the deepest sea, but they knew that that was not the end goal of their plan. Instead, Diavolo made you an offer. To join him. To become one of the rulers of hell, the eighth lord/lady of hell, and get a power beyond a simple angel's imagination. Of course, you declined, no self-respecting angel without any reason would agree to that, after all, angels were made, born, with the knowledge that the inhabitants of the Devildom were evil, the enemy.

Again, the brothers had expected you to decline, but they wanted to have at least offered it to you under these circumstances. They would get what they wanted one way or another though and so after a simple snap of Diavolo's fingers, Barbatos entered the room, carrying in his hand a small angel. He was holding him with his hand around his neck from behind and Luke was either unconscious or... you didn't want to think about what the or was. Of course, he was just sleeping from a potion in the cookies he had made with Barbatos earlier, during the baking session they had used to lure him down to the Devildom to work as their blackmail.

The ultimatum was clear. Agree, become one of them, and Luke would go free, or decline, go back to Celestia with the knowledge that the young angel, one of Michaels's very own pupils, had died while you could have stopped it. Had you retained your memories from your mortal life, you might have believed that they wouldn't have dared to hurt Luke, but even then you would have been wrong because there was nothing that was too far in their attempt to regain you by their side.

The goodness that had brought you into this situation in the first place was now also the reason for your decision. No way could you live with yourself knowing that you could've stopped Luke's death. And so you held out to shake Diavolo's hand, only for him to pull you towards him and kiss you deeply. The kiss was unexpected, but it turned out to be a welcomed distraction from the burning that started in your midst and widened out until it had reached every single part of your body. Your wings felt like they were made of pure fire as the feathers that were white as snow before turned into an ashen grey. The pain was almost as bad as the one in your temples where horns came out and curled backwards until they were horizontal to your head with a slight angle.

When the kiss - and the transformation - had ended the complete morph of your body took its toll as you fell right into Diavolo's arms. At that point Diavolo saw himself faced with a choice, he was so tempted to just take you with him - make you his partner like he knew you would one day be the moment he had given you your first kiss, now was the perfect chance, you were a demon like him now - but the brothers would surely wreak havoc up him and his kingdom if he did and he had more than enough time after all. People didn't expect him to be a patient man given his childish demeanour, but for you he was willing to wait decades, if not centuries, knowing that once he had you, he'd have you forever by his side. For now, he'd let the brothers take you home, coddle and care for you while they searched for ways to bring your memories back. They'd surely have their work cut out for them, after all - as Barbatos had explained after your transformation - as a result of a mix of celestial blood and the pacts you had with them during your time as a mortal, you were now the ultimate sin, an amalgamation of all of them: pride, greed, envy, wrath, lust, hunger and sloth.

A/N: My thirteenth entry into Yandere Writetober - based on the result of a poll I held - I hope you all liked this slightly longer and more experimentally written Friday the 13 'special'. If you did, I would really appreciate a comment or a reblog. Look forward to tomorrow's entry 'castle'

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“im sorry im so hard to love” vs “loving you comes more naturally to me than breathing” my beloved. just. yeah.