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antiromanticbaby · 2 years ago

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Paintings - Lord Diavolo

Lord Diavolo x GN!artist!reader

[✧] ー Set in Nightbringer. MC has been trying their best to find a way of communication with the future, hoping that they are actually in the right timeline (which I doubt. Anyways-). It seems like they have finally found a way.

[✧] ー Ok v v random but some parts of the NB game have given me some good 'Dark' flashbacks Like, the SWD cast are asking just where are we and then they change the question to When which was straight out a scene from Dark haha.

When Diavolo first heard of your disappearance, he was torn. The one he loved and adored, the one he was about to court and propose to was now... gone. Just like that, without a trace between the whole three worlds, and even Solomon and Barbatos were no help.

First his mother, then his father, and now you.

No matter what way he put it, you were gone. His little darling was gone. He was the demon prince, he would be the king one day, and yet he felt like he had lost a big part of himself just with your disappearance.

Just where have you gone, MC?

Soft classic music had filled his dimly lit office, and Barbatos had brought his favorite treat. He was going to be king, he couldn't lose his composure just like that. And yet, hearing the classical music, his mind and heart was filled with thoughts of you, of your smile and laughs, of the way you twirled in his arms, or stepped on his feet when he tried to teach you a simple waltz. A smile graced his lip, but it went away soon when he heard the knock on the door.

'Not today...' He thought to himself. Perhaps this was Lucifer, telling him to compose himself and be a good role model for Devildom. But Diavolo knew it, he knew how Lucifer himself was breaking. He had seen how the fallen star flew around the Devildom, sneaked around and tried to find one small trace of you.

Or maybe it was one of his brothers, here to demand answers, to where you were. In this case, as Barbatos has put it, 'when' you were.

And maybe it was Barbatos, bringing good news. Only if 'good news' hadn't turned into 'miracles' that never occurred.

"Come in." He spoke firmly, trying to sound confident. But if it was someone close to him, they would know that he wasn't, that his strong aura was nothing but a mere facade. Still, his kingdom came first. He must look strong, no matter what, even if Lucifer and Barbatos see through the act.

"Young master, I have brought some news." It was Barbatos, always neat and polite. Diavolo, in a way, envied how unphased Barbatos seemed, but he knew that Barbatos was too perfect. And that was exactly why he was imperfect. Diavolo motioned for his steward to continue. Barbatos continued, an amused smile on his face. "A Little D has found some... interesting paintings in the basement. According to what they said, these paintings have been transferred to the castle from Cocytus Hall."

"Interesting? And would you please elaborate on what you are... hinting at?"

"I believe you must see them for yourself." Barbatos spoke politely, motioning Diavolo to follow.

And Diavolo did. Perhaps this would be a good distraction from the haunting thoughts of his darling and just where they were, when they were, and if they were alive or not.

Upon seeing the paintings decorating all over the basement of his castle, Diavolo's heart skipped a beat. He was... so happy, filled with a sense of euphoria that he didn't know existed, not before finding out. Lord Diavolo could recognize your painting style from miles away, and all of these were yours.

But what were you doing in Cocytus Hall? And why haven't any of them heard of you?

He quickly turned the self portrait around, noticing the scribbles on the inside.

'First painting since coming here. It is now one year after the Celestial War. I truly hope this reaches you'

'MC'

There was no point in asking whether these were truly yours or not, because he recognized the handwriting. His grip on the canvas tightened and a smile formed on Diavolo's lips. "Barbatos, please move all of these to my room."

He felt in a rush, to decorate his room with whatever he could find from you. Now, he knew you were alive. He knew you were safe, and as much as the thought of you, his lover, living in the Cocytus Hall back in the past and with Solomon bothered him, he was just glad that you were safe. That his MC was safe and alive. "Oh, and please call the brothers over for dinner. We must share the news."

"Should we tell them about the paintings?" Barbatos asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"...No, not yet. Just tell them we found notes of MC."

It wouldn't hurt to be selfish, only for a little while.

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spacemooshroom · 2 years ago

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I can see through you

Chapter 1 (you're here) Chapter 2

Satan/gn! MC (they/them pronouns)

Third person POV (both Satan and MC)

2280 words

Kind of angst?? I guess?? It's more of an exploration of Satan and MC's feelings at the beginning of Nightbringer

At first, MC was far more concerned about going back to their time rather than rebuilding their relationships, but Nightbringer, the cause of all their current troubles, had specifically "explained" that rebuilding their relationships was exactly what they had to do.

And it wasn't exactly easy.

The hardest person to get close to was, in fact, the person in a situation similar to theirs:

Satan.

Uhh not really spoilers tbh except for a brief mention about Simeon's situation in the late lessons of the og Obey me and uhh spoilers for one of the early lessons in NB? Early as in around lesson 8 I can't be bothered to check which one rn

This is my first time posting my writing anywhere so please be nice lmao

Also english isn't my first language so there's that

Yeah so I haven't gotten very far in Nightbringer but I got this idea about how Satan and MC were in similar situations in NB and thus this was born

This part is purely platonic but I do intend to make it romantic as it goes on so yeah enjoy :))

It was quite a bizarre situation.

Bizarre as in familiar and unfamiliar all the same.

MC couldn't help being reminded of when they first arrived at the Devildom- as a human exchange student and not as a lost and confused demon; Lucifer and his brothers were wary of them again, Luke was complaining about the demons, Simeon was trying to make the best of a bad deal, Diavolo and Barbatos seemed all too pleased with the situation MC had found themselves in, and Solomon was... still shady.

All of that felt familiar, but unfamiliar feelings started with their new room, at their new house, with their new roommate.

Who would have thought MC would come to miss the ruckus at the House of Lamentation?

And sure, it was funny to see Mammon and Luke bicker with each other; the young angel calling Mammon all sorts of pg-7 insults while the demon answered back with the same type of insults, but MC felt a pang of pain in their chest every time it was at them who Luke looked at with fear in his eyes, when it used to be them who Luke would go at seeking refugee from the demons "torturing" him.

And seeing Simeon so nostalgic felt strange as well, especially knowing the fate that the Simeon from their time fared.

It once was MC who asked millions of questions to Diavolo and Barbatos, while it was now the pair who tried to pry answers from them; answers they either didn't have or were strictly forbidden by Solomon to share.

Lying to all of them, to their family was the worst feeling in the world.

And even after revealing the truth about their nature, they still felt guilt.

And it felt even worse to see everyone around them with their already built relationships, something MC would have to make from scratch all over again.

And it wasn't exactly easy.

The hardest person to get close to was, in fact, the person in a situation similar to theirs:

Satan.

The young demon wanted nothing to do with his "brothers" or the angels or the demon prince and his butler or the shady sorcerer said butler hated for some unknown reason.

And especially, he wanted nothing to do with his "attendant" who was supposed to help him around the Devildom.

Satan didn't want help.

He wanted the exact opposite, in fact.

Rage consumed him day and night. His own rage confused him and exhausted him.

His mere existence was as exhausting for him as it was for his brothers.

None of them wanted to care for him, and the feeling was mutual.

What did Satan truly want? He didn't know, but he did know that whatever was going on in his life at the moment was not it.

Half his life wasn't even his own, it was part of an angel-turned-demon who due to his rage, created a being on his own and had the pride to call his, his brother.

Satan loathed Lucifer as much as he loathed himself. Hating Lucifer made his rage complete; his whole existence, his whole being was consumed by his own rage.

And he was punished by his rage.

Punished by his own nature.

Satan felt as if his brothers hated his mere existence, as if all they could make out of him was his rage.

Was it all that made him?

His rage? His resentment?

He wished he knew.

He felt like a stranger in his own body, in his own mind.

He hated feeling this way. He hated feeling like an extension of someone's worst feelings, and he absolutely despised anyone else viewing him as such.

He was a stranger in his own body, in his own mind, in his own family.

And MC could relate to that.

The way they presented themselves to the brothers and to everyone else made them feel strange, distant, different.

They were both strangers in the place they were placed at, neither of them feeling like they belonged, neither of them wanting to belong, yet both of them being forced to find themselves amongst everyone else.

MC knew how Satan felt. They knew very well about Satan's insecurities and fears, as he had laid them out to them.

He didn't feel like a stranger in his family in the present time anymore, yet MC recalled Satan telling them just how horrible it was for him when he was just created.

They could see it in him, how he would purposely distance himself from his family so as to not make them boil over, to not make himself boil over.

And they hated seeing him like this. Satan did distance himself from his brothers every once in a while in their time; whenever he felt close to bursting, but he was able to control it fairly well.

But in the past? Satan was still figuring out the mechanics of being alive and how to handle himself.

Which is why more often than not he ended up being chained up in a closet by his brothers.

MC empathized with him the most. And so they tried to get close to him.

But he didn't make it easy.

He hated the idea of being alive, yet he hated the idea of having someone help him how the whole being alive thing worked.

He snapped at MC every time they approached him, and he did everything he could to stay away from them.

But they didn't make it easy.

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It was still early. The sky was still an orange-purple-ish tone, and the birds were starting to sing their song. Half of his brothers were still in bed, yet there it was, the knocking on the door Satan had come to know.

Tap-tippytaptap-tap-tap

The knocking on the door he had come to hate.

He let out a groan from his place in the dining room, where he sat alone, and walked down the hallway to receive the attendant.

When they first started coming, Satan didn't even respond to their knocking, but he had learned that if they were left waiting at the door for long enough, their tap-tippytaptap-tap-tap's only got louder and louder the longer they were left waiting.

If they were waiting long enough, they just started calling their D.D.D.s.

One by one.

Besides, if he purposely left the attendant waiting outside, Lucifer would just yell at him as soon as he found out they weren't let in as soon as they arrived.

Yeah, Satan didn't need to deal with the guy's yelling so early on.

So, despite his disgust and complete discontent to receive them, he went to open the door.

And there he found them.

His annoying attendant, a smile on their face as soon as the door was opened.

"Good morning, Satan! How did you sleep today?"

Their cheery tone annoyed him to no end.

"Good"

It wasn't true, but he had learned that if he told the truth, and told them that he was plagued by nightmares about memories that didn't even belong to him all night long, they would just start asking him questions about his wellbeing and listing remedies he could try against insomnia.

Their smile just got wider.

"Great!"

After that, they both went silent.

If they were expecting him to ask how their night was, they'd be waiting until the cows came home.

Despite his reluctance to have a conversation, their smile never faded, and they went on to say:

"So, may I come in?"

Satan shrugged, feeling the anger bubbling up in him already.

He stepped aside without saying a word, and they entered the house with a bounce to their step.

He shut the door behind him, and turned around to go back to the dining room when the attendant said:

"By the way, I have something for you"

He turned around, a dumbfounded "what?" leaving him and a puzzled expression on his face.

It was only then that he noticed the book they were carrying.

He approached them, eyeing the book warily.

It was fairly old and torn, the leather covers eaten away by time.

MC presented the book to him, a grin plastered on their face at his curious expression.

On the cover, there was the engraving of a cat, laying down on a meadow.

Satan traced the engraving with his fingers, mesmerized by the creature portrayed in it.

"What is...?"

"Solomon has a lot of books in Cocytus Hall," they started explaining. "I was looking around the library the other day, when I found this book. I asked Solomon about it, and he explained to me that it's the story of the day-to-day life of a man through his cat's eyes"

Satan's eyes started to glimmer with their words.

"I skimmed through it, and found it quite interesting. It depicts the life of this man, with a life most mundane, but from his cat's point of view, his life suddenly becomes much more exciting"

"Solomon is also a fan of cats, you see," they smiled. "He read this book a long time ago, and when he explained to me what it was about, the first thing I thought about was you"

Satan started at their words.

"Me?" He asked. "Why would you think of me?"

The attendant giggled. By Diavolo, he hated them.

"What do you mean 'why would I think of you?'? I recall how fascinated you were with that cat we found a few days ago"

Satan recalled their meeting. They talked for a while and he got to pet a creature he had come to love in a short amount of time, a cat.

"I assume you already made your research about cats," They were right, of course, but why would they assume that about him? And how were they right about him? "So, I figured, now that you know more about them, you'd be interested in this book"

They presented him the book once again, and he hesitated before taking it.

"Is it really okay for me to have it? I mean, I don't want Solomon up my ass for keeping one of his books"

They let out a laugh, and their eyes crinkled on the corners and glimmered with mirth.

Foul.

"I specifically asked him if you could have it, and he assured me he was happy you'd have it. He did, however, ask me to ask you to tell him what you thought about the book after you read it"

He scoffed.

"Sure, I'll let him know"

Their eyes softened.

"And do let me know if you enjoy the book as well. I haven't read it myself, so I might ask you to lend it to me once you finish it"

He shrugged again.

"Sure, I will"

They gave him a smile and then they both went silent once again.

"I'll go check on Lucifer, then"

Like clockwork, every morning they were there, they would first go to Lucifer's office to ask him about their plans that day, so they could schedule their day according to theirs.

Satan nodded, and they started walking down the hallway with that bounce on their step again when he croaked:

"MC?"

They turned around, shock in their face that went away as fast as it appeared.

"Yes?"

"Thank you, for, uh- the book"

What?

They grinned at him.

"You're welcome!"

They turned back around and disappeared around a corner.

What was that?

Why did he stutter?

And why did he thank them?

He looked down at the book in his hands, and stared at the intricate design on the cover.

He opened the book and skimmed through the pages. Despite the cover appearing old and withered, its pages were in perfect condition.

Perhaps Solomon had placed a spell on it to keep its contents intact.

Whatever the case, Satan was glad to have something new to read.

It was written in a human language he identified as sumerian.

He was still perfecting his human language knowledge, but he felt confident enough to be able to read it.

And even then, he enjoyed a challenge.

He couldn't wait to get started in his new book.

He walked the path to his room, a light smile on his face.

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"Sure, I'd love to give it to him, but don't you want to read it first?"

"Solomon," they started "I don't know sumerian"

"And are you sure Satan does?"

"The Satan from our time definitely does"

Solomon was taken aback. "How do you know he knows sumerian?"

"Because he once lent me a book that was written in sumerian, and when I tried to explain to him that I didn't know the language, he just said: 'what do you mean you don't know sumerian? You're a human, and besides, sumerian is very easy to learn'"

"He's right, though," Solomon teased "what are they teaching in school nowadays that you don't know sumerian?"

"It's a dead language!"

"Latin is also a dead language, but you do study it in school"

"Okay, yeah, I'm not doing this"

Solomon chuckled and ruffled their hair.

"You know I'm just teasing"

They rolled their eyes and smiled.

"So, can I take it to Satan then?"

"Of course" he smiled "I'm sure he'll like the gesture"

MC sighed. "I really hope so"

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"So do you want me to teach you sumerian?"

"I do need you to help me read the book once Satan finishes it"

"So you do want me to teach you sumerian"

"Okay, fine! Whatever!"

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This had me searching for the world's oldest languages and yeah sumerian is one of them, if you didn't know

This is me trying to make a sense of the canon timeline even though it is a complete mess but anyway yeah Solomon managed to own a book written in sumerian. Don't think too much about it

I'd really appreciate feedback and just comments so if you have anything to say just do so thank you :))

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me satan #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me fanfic #satan x mc #obey me satan x mc #satan x gn!mc #obey me satan x gn!mc #obey me gn!mc #mush writes stuff #obm

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love-archer · 21 days ago

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Verdant Dreams ...

♡ Where Royal Glass Gleams ♡

♡.Obey me!

♡♡.SFW! Fluff!

♡♡♡.Crusty work??? It's been a while

♡ When you chose that everlasting moss from the treasure cave, Diavolo was genuinely puzzled at first-

♡ His initial reaction was almost comically animated. A slight widening of his golden eyes, a subtle tilt of his head that spoke volumes more than any words could. Mountains of gold, shimmering jewels that could fund entire human nations for centuries, lay untouched. Yet, you reached for something soft, verdant, living. And little, too?

♡ The silence stretched for a beat too long, a rare occurrence in Diavolo's usually boisterous presence. "How humble." Don't doubt, This isn't a criticism from him but a point of intrigue. He finds it delightfully you.

♡ Catching your attention where he can have you to himself, he circles back to your unexpected choice. He was interested, to say the least. With the way he's leaning to you, he could smell your shampoo.

♡ 'Terrarium keeping'? You mean humans made a subname for gardening? How typical of them, making complex genres.

♡ As you info-dump on him, plans bloom deep in his mind as he stares at your lips.

♡ This is a very good approach to connect with you!

♡ He has access to the most extensive libraries in the Devildom. Expect him to spend hours poring over ancient texts on botany (even if they're not specifically about terrariums - he'll extrapolate), human gardening guides (which he'll find oddly amusing), and potentially even consulting with Barbatos for the tending steps to such species of the type you like. (Which will earn him a raised brow.)

♡ This initial curiosity, however, quickly spirals down into an intense hyperfixation that Barbatos partly blames you for with a long-suffering sigh.

♡ The evidence in being the Lord of demons sending frantic late-night pictures of various angles of water-dripping moss in his hand, and questioning text messages of why this darn thing wasn't sinking in the bowl he had gotten it. How rude of it! "Is this 'thriving, MC? It appears too damp. Any Advice??"

♡ Despite his royal status, Diavolo loves getting his hands dirty. He finds the act of planting and caring for terrariums to be wonderfully grounding. He jokes that this is much easier than ruling a kingdom.

♡ Despite Lucifer’s comments, He was determined to keep your first joint terrarium project (slightly lopsided but cherished) prominently displayed in his study, on his desk.

♡ After getting much needed help from you in his starting project, He starts gifting you rare and unusual specimens he's encountered in his travels or unearthed from forgotten corners of the Devildom. These aren't just random gifts; they come with studied and detailed descriptions of their origins, their ideal conditions, and their unique properties, delivered with his gleaming, unwavering eyes and his fangs peeking out of his smile, wanting praise from you for his thoughtfulness.

♡ Oh, He wouldn't just build terrariums on his own. He'd formally invite you to "collaborate" on a project. (A mere excuse to have you to his eyes only for a few hours.) Picture this: a grand invitation, perhaps sealed with wax, requesting your presence in his greenhouse. Even after his extensive research, he'd constantly seek your advice. He'd hold up a handful of different types of soil, looking genuinely perplexed, asking, "My dearest MC, which of these substrates whispers to you?"

♡ Diavolo would start associating specific plants with you. "This delicate fern, its resilience reminds me of your spirit."

♡ With a terrible pun from Leviathan, he had announced you and him to be the first 'plant parents' to roam Devildom!Eyes gleaming at you, he suggests to start naming the plants you two have raised so far.

♡ Sometimes when he needs to get away from his duties, he shrinks himself down to terrarium size just to "inspect" the miniature world up close.

♡ He had also created a tiny replica of RAD, with clay figurines of you and himself sitting on the biggest mountain. Frequently moves the said figurines around RAD to go on dates. Holding hands and sometimes in inappropriate positions jus to be 'hugging' as he swears

Number 9 served!

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spicywasabae · 2 years ago

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Lmao im rarely on tumblr but ive recently gotten back into lurking on it since twitter is a cesspool and i need more obey me content lol so heres some Diavolo art with my MC Amaris. I have a bunch of crack ideas to finish drawing these two in i'll post them when im done with them too!

‼️IM ALSO OPEN FOR COMMISSIONS‼️link in bio

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akechiguro · 2 years ago

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can u write an obey me with diavolo? pls 🥲😘

❤️sisi

you’re marrying him: diavolo wedding headcanons ♡

headcanons / imagines

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Synopsis | a collection of headcanons regarding the wedding between gn!reader and the Devildom’s prince, Diavolo.

Word Count | 529.

Author’s Note | sisi thank god we’re friends and i could ask you what you meant by this otherwise idk what i would’ve done

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engagement:

✧. ┊he wanted— no, needed— everything to be perfect for your engagement. being the prince of the devildom comes with its perks, and he’s going to take full advantage of that.

✧. ┊he tasked Barbatos with reserving a prime spot at Ristorante Six where he’d pop the question. he’s very traditional in the sense where he’d prefer to propose at a restaurant rather than anywhere else.

✧. ┊it took a lot of restraint for him not to propose the second you got to the restaurant. you looked amazing, wearing his favorite color with this almost angelic look to you (ironic as it is). he was speechless.

✧. ┊he gave you a long speech when he bent down on one knee. he talked about how you met and how you became closer, the euphoric feeling you gave him every time he saw you even before you started dating, how deserving you were to be the savior of the Devildom— he was entirely in love with you. of course you said yes, how could you possibly say no to him?

✧. ┊the ring he got you was a huge Devildom diamond, crimson-red in color, with a silver band. it must’ve cost a fortune.

the wedding:

✧. ┊he hosted the wedding in the gardens of the Devildom castle, decorated in deep red and ivory white. once again, he’s a traditional man, this is basically the demon equivalent of getting married in a church.

✧. ┊his groomsmen were barbatos, lucifer, and solomon, all of which were more than happy to be part of the wedding. they helped decorate the venue and ease diavolo through his nerves about becoming your husband (which lucifer actually turned out to be pretty good at!).

✧. ┊the ones you chose to be part of the wedding were…the rest of the brothers. all of them were practically begging you to choose them individually, but it’s your wedding, why not bring them all? not all of them proved to be helpful, however; asmo was probably more into it than you were and everyone else just sort of bumbled about and did what you told them to. asmo also helped you get ready, along with mammon. (note: simeon was officiating the wedding and luke carried the rings.)

✧. ┊ diavolo wrote his own vows, a couple pages length of him pouring his heart out to you. unlike his engagement, he went over the finer parts of your relationship, start to now; how he took interest in your power over the brothers mere months after your arrival, how curious your human mannerisms made him, how you made his heart flutter in grief during your absence from the Devildom. everything you did made him fall more and more in love with you and he made that known in his vows.

post-wedding:

✧. ┊the afterparty was hosted at The Fall, however, only the brothers really participated in everything the nightclub had to offer. you and diavolo couldn’t be too interested in the dancers when you’re newlyweds.

✧. ┊diavolo’s traditional nature comes into play once the wedding is over, as well. he wanted to…consummate the marriage, and boy, was he damn good at it.

#obey me #obey me imagines #imagines #obey me diavolo #lord diavolo #diavolo x mc #diavolo x reader #wedding imagines #x reader #obey me mc #obm diavolo

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5mary5 · 10 months ago

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Mc breaking the fart barrier in their relationship with the brothers👐

Imagine mc one day being like- sick and just farting all day everyday for a couple of days and the brothers are either suprised disgusted or dying of laughter nit to mention the rest of the datebles and the side characters

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trashy-corvian · 2 months ago

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R.A.D Art Gifting Program

Hear ye! Hear ye! According to a royal decree of our Prince Diavolo, we present you the opportunity to be a part of the Art Gifting Program for no reason whatsoever.

All you need to do is reblog this post! On Tuesday our student council (just me with a randomizer) will choose seven winners!

The rules are as follows:

The art must be obey me themed

Characters from canon, your MC, and your OBM OC are all welcome

Character x Character is allowed as long as we all understand the basic grounds. No incest or anything involving Luke

No sex or erotica

Blood and gore are OK

Winners will be contacted via Tumblr. If there's no response in 24 hours then the another person will be chosen

fuck solmare

P.S This is just me trying to be creative with my announcements you guys. This is not a collective colloboration

#corvianart #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me #obey me!

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kitsuga · 4 months ago

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Accidents Happen. {Mammon x Reader/MC}

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A fic in which Mammon sucks MC into another attempt to make money and have to run from Lucifer; accidental confessions are involved

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Tags: fluff, accidental confessions, mammon and his money making schemes again..., reader is mc in this one!, wrote this based on base game mammon not nightbringer, not beta'd, not edited, gender neutral reader, mammon x reader/mc, obey me! x reader/mc, obey me!/obm/om, mammon

Word Count: 1,212

A/N: Written on: June 26, 2021

Hes so CUTE I had to write this, there was no stopping my hand

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“Calm down, calm down—we have enough photos for everybody!”

“Mammon, we’ve got another one asking if we have any of ‘Lucifer sneezing’. Why are they so specific?”

“It’s funny, and he’s vulnerable; the perfect photo!”

“Do you... have one?”

“Nope! Tell ‘em to think bigger!”

Mammon lost MC in the crowd again as succubus and demon both surrounded him, looking to get their hands on exclusive photos of his brothers. He was all smiles, laying his charm on thick to get as much money as he could out of all the suckers—30,000 grimm for a photo of Satan asleep on a garden bench? 500,000 grimm for a photo of Asmo in a face mask? These people were fools and he was ready for the bountiful gold harvest.

Luckily, MC agreed to help him. They said they were only in it so long as they got a cut of the profits, but Mammon knew better; they were always the person he turned to for shenanigans because they were the only one willing to jump head-first into anything with him. He scanned the crowd for them again, his smile growing even wider when he caught sight of them smiling with another demon, a devilish glint in their eyes as they exchanged a photo for cash.

All was going well—they were almost out of photos and they had made an absolute killing; Mammon even had a card reader for his D.D.D. where that direct deposit tasted so sweet. Even better—not a brother of his in sight! No Lucifer, not even a Diavolo! He looked over at MC who gave him a knowing smirk and a thumbs up. Mammon felt as though he were surrounded by the sun, the comfort of finally winning wrapping around him like a blanket—it didn’t last long.

With a crowd this big, it was sure to draw attention sometime; despite its size and the large amount of people pushing and shoving to get to the center, Mammon could still pick out the ever-authoritative Lucifer among them all. His fever dream snapped and started crumbling within seconds; he called out to MC.

“Shops closed! Thanks fer comin’! Time to book it, MC!”

Hopping off of his makeshift pedestal, MC met up with him; he grabbed their wrist and started to hightail it out of the crowd, pushing, shoving, squeezing through people as he told them off when they complained. He could hear people behind the two of them complain more about being shoved and others squealing over the appearance of Lucifer. For a split second, Mammon considered staying within the confines of the crowd, just running in circles between people to keep the distance between the two of them and the ball of fury that was on his way—it was a short-lived plan as he realized Lucifer was starting to disperse the crowd; what was he supposed to do? What was he going to do? He nervously called out to MC.

“Hey uh, got any ideas?”

They clicked their tongue and flipped the script, grabbing onto his wrist and pulling him along instead.

“Follow me and keep your head down!”

They lead him in a zig-zag motion through the people before bursting out of the crowd straight into an alleyway where they ran as fast as they could. They made their way through various streets, alleys, anywhere they thought they could get away from Lucifer; whenever they thought they were far enough, they ducked into one last alleyway and hid behind some stray boxes and trash cans. They both collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily and lounging as though they were about to fall over completely and pass out at any moment. Once they both caught most of their breath, they finally looked at one another and started in a fit of giggles, steadily growing to a stomach-aching laughter. MC started to settle down first, wiping away a few stray tears while Mammon worked on slowing down back to giggles.

“You know,” MC started, pausing to take a few breaths, “Lucifer’s going to make us give all that money back.”

“Yeah,” Mammon could hardly get out through his laughter.

“We’ll probably be punished severely.”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll just blame it on you.”

“Hey!” Mammon pointed an accusatory finger in their direction. “You were in on it too! Don’t leave me hangin’ like that!”

“Every person for themselves,” they stuck their tongue out and bit it, a smirk on their lips.

Mammon glared at them, though it wouldn’t be for long since their smile turned to a shit-eating grin and he couldn’t help but reciprocate. They moved closer to him, tapping his chest with a fire in their eyes.

“Besides, he won’t know about the money on Goldie if we don’t tell him!”

Mammon’s smile grew from ear to ear, a warmth growing in his chest like a ripple with each tap of their finger. He didn’t realize they had moved so close, but he felt so warm and comfortable, he couldn’t help but look at them with a soft, loving look in his eyes. He spoke before he could think.

“See? This is why I fell in love with ya, MC.”

Their widened eyes staring back at him snapped him out of his love drunk gaze. He could feel his face heat up along with his chest this time, his eyebrows drawing together in false anger in an attempt to backtrack what he had said. His eyes darted around, looking everywhere except into MC’s, biting his tongue a lot as he tried to stammer through a few words, a few excuses, none of which were successful. He kept trying to turn his face away from them, but they simply followed his gaze, an evil smirk following his eyes around.

“Quit it, will ya?” He closed his eyes and turned his face away again, “Forget it.”

“Oh, come on Mammon, tell me what you said.”

“I said nothin’!”

“Something about falling in love with me?”

“No!”

Mammon stopped his back and forth arguing with them after they put a hand over his, leaning in dangerously close to his face. MC pushed his sunglasses up, taking a good look at him; he swallowed hard and found it almost impossible to look into their eyes, but pushed himself to do so anyways, even when they leaned all the way in and gave his lips a gentle kiss.

Starstruck, lovestruck, whatever kind of struck he was, he couldn’t move. He couldn’t close his eyes, he couldn’t kiss back, he just sat there with wide eyes and his face as dark as it could go. MC didn’t stay long, pulling away with an innocent smile this time, reaching up to grab his chin gently and shake his face back and forth.

“Well, you’ll have to love me later. Right now, I think we gotta get going.”

They stood quickly and pulled him to his feet, taking off without him, laughing at him whenever he called out for them to wait. He sighed, both exasperated and in longing, and watched them as they went; maybe he’d take this money of his and take them out to a nice dinner for once.

“Mammon...” A booming voice came from right behind him.

Or... maybe not.

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