#omswd

[zephyrchama]

You were sick. Your head was in a fog and your throat hurt something fierce. It was sweltering hot yet you shivered under the covers, hoping for the fever to pass soon. Your body, doing its best to get better, decided to empty the contents of your stomach over the side of the bed.

Beelzebub was the first to discover your condition. He came to wake you up in person when you hadn't shown up on time for breakfast. You were teetering like a newborn deer trying to clean up your mess. He was taken aback at the sight, at how clammy you were, and gently wiped the sweat from your face while checking how warm your forehead was. "You should lay down," he recommended, practically pushing you back into bed. You asked him to guide you to the bathroom instead.

He disappeared to fetch Lucifer. The eldest arrived immediately upon being informed of your condition. Your face muscles twitched as you tried to hold back a second round and apologized for the state you were in. Lucifer told you to stay quiet and just rest. "If you want to apologize, then get better soon."

"Don't tell anyone about this, ok?" you tried to ask. It came out as a garbled, barely perceptible whisper sending bolts of pain through your neck. You didn't want anyone to know how bad things really were.

"I do need to inform Diavolo, but rest assured I'll keep it brief." After ensuring you had water and would be fine alone for a few hours, Lucifer left early to inform RAD of your absence. He later texted you, "Don't hesitate to summon me if you need anything."

The house was quiet. It felt surreal to be the only one there. After some time had passed, you hobbled back to your bedroom and tried to sleep through the pain. Blissfully unaware of the chaos occurring elsewhere.

RAD is no small academy by any means, but rumors sure do spread fast. In first period, Beelzebub told Belphegor the sight he witnessed. They were overheard by Asmodeus, who lamented your absence to Solomon. Solomon asked Raphael to come with him to prepare some nutritious human food so you'd recover faster, and had to be forcibly stopped by Simeon. Luke found out by interrogating Solomon about why he was causing a scene in the kitchen.

Mephistopheles caught wind of the gossip and went directly to Diavolo for confirmation. Lucifer was none too happy at the situation, but the rumor mill was already spinning in full force. He did his best to uphold your image by telling anyone who broached the subject, "it's just the sniffles."

By lunchtime, Mammon was taking bets on how sick you were. "500 grimm says they're explodin' from both ends." "If that were the case, one of us would have stayed at the house with them," Satan rebutted, spying an easy win. "500 grimm says it's just coming out the bottom." They went back and forth, with others occasionally chipping in new symptoms such as hives or internal bleeding. Asmodeus, unable to listen any longer, left the cafeteria to post vague stories about his concern for you on social media.

Leviathan and Thirteen sent you get-well-soon text messages. One was full of worry and asked you to respond ASAP so they knew you weren't dying, as anxiety over your condition was causing them no end of fear. The other assured you to rest easy knowing that your candle was fine and you had plenty of time left before you kicked the bucket. It even recommended passing your bug onto someone else for fun.

You only saw the notifications in the evening, when a pounding headache woke you up and resounding footsteps in the hall signaled that people were home from school.

There was a knock at the door and Lucifer announced you had company. The crown prince and his butler imposed with a tray of fresh herbal tea. It would have smelled amazing if you possessed the ability to breathe through your nose. As the door shut behind them, you spotted at least ten figures out in the hallway.

Barbatos silently served you a hot cup, hopeful the rising stream would assist your sinuses. "Looks like you're recovering well!" Diavolo chimed. "That's great. I feared you were going to heave your guts out all day."

The frank sincerity caught you off guard and you choked on your tea. Barbatos was quick to grab the cup before it spilled.

"You knew?" you rasped. "Oh yes. Lucifer said it wasn't that bad, but tales of your illness have spread all over campus. We know human bodies aren't very strong."

You hunched down into the blankets to hide. The heat spreading across your face this time was not due to fever.

[tsukii0002]

Levi: Mc we need your help.

Mc: What's wrong?

Levi: Lucifer is sick!

Mc and Levi run out to the studio where Beel is holding a Lucifer who looks very feverish, and with the other brothers clearly worried.

Mc: !!! Satan, Belphie, What did you do now????

Belphie: Nothing!

Satan: Not this time!

Lucifer: Mc?

Mc: Lucifer, how are you feeling *approaching and holding his face* ?

Lucifer: *smiling in the sweetest possible way* You're here, you don't know how much I wanted to see you.

Mc: … Have you been drinking ?

Mammon: We have checked the whole studio and there is no trace of Demonus.

Asmo: It doesn't smell of alcohol either.

Lucifer: *laughing as if he was drunk* You are so important to me… I wouldn't know how to live without you

Mc: …

The brothers: *face of horror*

Lucifer: And my brothers… without them I would have no reason to live…

All: …

Mc: HE'S DYING!!! CALL A DOCTOR!!!!

Levi: He is really sick!!!

Satan: Contact Lord Diavolo, I don't know how much time he has left!!!!

Mammon: He's going to the other side!!

Beel: *with tears in his eyes* Lucifer, you can't leave yet!

Belphie: Lucifer don't go to the light! , don't go to the light!!!

Asmo: Mc do something!!!

Lucifer: I really love all of you...

All: AHHHHH!!!

Panic breaks out in the House of Lamentations.

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Lucifer only had a fatigue fever, but for him to express his feelings as they are? suspicious 😂

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[devourer-of-words]

The Fall

[Edit: Forgot to do a content warning I'm so sorry! CW: escalating tension, drinking/alcohol. Not really angsty but a random demon decides to be rude.]

You and the brothers are all at a party at The Fall. Everyone's having a good time, the music has a nice beat, the color-changing lights are vibrant and you're sipping on a rather fruity glass of demonus. It feels much more akin to a rave than the typical more toned down parties you've attended with the brothers, part of the reason tonight feels so special. Everyone seems much more relaxed, like they're letting loose and just having fun.

Asmo and Mammon dragged Lucifer to the dance floor and, to your surprise, Lucifer was laughing and smiling as he danced with them. Levi and Beel sat at the bar together, laughing over the very fun drinks they ordered. There had to be at least a good at 6 inches of whipped cream over the rim of the glasses, both with colorful bendy straws bent and shaped into hearts. Levi pulled him closer and held up a peace sign as they took a selfie together. You, Satan, and Belphie had all been sitting together taking a breather from the dance floor when you realized your glass was empty. You excused yourself and began heading over to the bar when one particularly bold demon decided to start shit with you.

The demon shoulder checks you hard. The force sends your drink shattering to the floor. Without really thinking, you go to apologize for bumping into them but they cut you off and start mouthing to you about how you need to watch where you're going and blah blah blah. You decide you wanna be the bigger person (you don't want murder charges because this demon stands NO chance against you) and you start to walk away. The demon keeps egging you on. It's starting to cause a scene and people staring. Your back is to the demon when you feel something wet seeping into your clothes and droplets rolling down your skin. Demonus is spilled down the back of your neck, it's in your hair and all over your back, effectively ruining your nice attire. It catches everyone in The Fall off-guard. The music slows and the spotlights stop moving. It's quiet, like people are afraid to speak and as the situation finally sets in, something in you snaps.

Mammon and Satan are both at your sides in a heartbeat, they each wait patiently as you take out any piercings you have that you hand off to them. At the same time, Leviathan and Asmodeus are crouched on the floor next to your feet. They each undo the straps of your uncomfortable but fancy shoes and help you step out of them. Behind you, Beelzebub gently ties back your hair and clips back any loose strands so they don't get in your way. Once you're free of your piercings and shoes and your hair is tied back, Belphegor helps you shrug off your jacket. He stands aside, holding it to his chest giving you a small smile. And while they're all stone-faced and serious with determination burning in their eyes, they give you an aggressive thumbs-up.

You begin finally approaching the demon, now adequately prepared to give them a piece of your mind, when Lucifer appears suddenly and smoothly places a tall glass of demonus in your hands. While it doesn't have the same effect as alcohol from the human world, the sentiment is nice and it adds a decent fear factor when you down it in one gulp, considering most demons don't know demonus doesn't effect humans. Lucifer smirks at you when you give him the empty glass back. He gives a slight bow before signaling to the DJ to start the music back up.

You look to your opponent and they're looking at you with eyes the size of saucers. You look downright deadly with the way you're staring them down. The music kicks in with an aggressive beat and the spotlights start moving again, occasionally bathing you in vibrant violet light, highlighting your icy expression. You’re terrifying. Especially with having the 7 demon lords standing several feet behind you, all with the same death glare you have. The demon isn't feeling very bold anymore.

[mvmmoney]

stopppp why is he so 🥺

[enoe-of-noen]

I know it took me a week but..

Soloboy art wooo!!!!

Old HBD Solomon art (first fanart posted here too!!)

[mrsselfdestrvct]

seeing these three empty spaces knowing thirteen mephisto and raphael most likely wont be added to fill them is making me so sad😭😭

[katboykirby]

I've slowly accumulated a bunch of these OM postcards and mini-prints over the last 5 years (usually because Collab Cafés, Pop-Up Shops, and events give them out for free when you attend) so I finally put them all together in some little photobooks ✨️

[melonroses]

Thirteen :D

It's been a while since the last time I drew a woman,had to check if i was still able to draw them😅✨️

[nocreativityfornames]

I think my biggest gripe with the story ending like this is that this whole season could've been scrapped for an actual reunion with the characters. You know, the one they took it from us by making so MC came back to the og timeline like minutes after they disappeared, so the brothers didn't even notice we were gone?? (still can't wrap my mind around that decision, tbh...)

I mean, okay, the writing was already not doing great, players were giving up on the game, and they HAD to end things abruptly by lesson 60 for whatever reason. Fine. At least give us a somewhat satisfying ending?

Why try to spin the narrative on the Celestial Realm out of nowhere and paint Heaven and God in a better light, contradicting the story they've been telling since day one? And for nothing, because there is literally no room to explore that since the story is ending now. The "we need to stop Simeon from becoming a demon" arc? Same thing. Why throw that in when there's so little time left? And the first part of the season being wasted on that totally uninteresting Science Fair? What was any of this for? 😶

Wasn't it easier to just end the story with MC and Solomon coming back, and having the last lessons be an emotional reunion with the characters because they'd been uhhhh, handling their disappearance horribly since they had no idea where MC was and could only hope they'd be okay and that Solomon succeeded in finding them and bringing them back to them?

That would've already been so much better than what we're getting, even with the dissatisfaction of having so many questions left unanswered and the plot completely unresolved. But we've spent all this time on a messy last season that has just been all-around confusing, frustrating, boring, and unnecessary. And now we're only two lessons away from the ending, which feels like very little time to give a proper goodbye to all these beloved characters individually. Like, damn.

[robinsart5612]

Misc. Beel Fanart

The last pieces of fanart I ever drew of Beelzebub. RIP Obey Me and my old hyperfixation 😔😔😔

[smoke-and-silver]

Slight Diavolo redesign because as much as I love the fur boa I think his chest needs to breathe

[neverletbrocookagain]

It's Sunday. Here's the sesbian lex I promised.

[tsukii0002]

Mc: Hum... Where will Beel be? I should go look for him.

The game:

I'm still laughing in the floor for this.

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[dxncingwithastrxnger]

sure, it's christmas once more (Obey Me!)

A/N: You know, I caught up and then immediately fell behind again, way farther than before, that sounds exactly right for me 💀 But! I'm working on it! Even if the rest of my stories are late, I'll still get them all posted, I promise <3

Pairing(s): Diavolo x MC

Prompt(s): 10. Diavolo

Summary: A mini parade on Christmas morning

Tag(s): Fluff!, Barbatos also makes an appearance :3

Word Count: 520

Song Inspiration: It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas by Michael Buble

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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A long, drawn-out yawn is the only sound in the room besides a quiet clicking noise. MC stretches out their limbs as they blink open their eyes, rolling over. They take a moment to fully wake before sitting up, placing bare feet on the plush rug spread out underneath the bed they’re on. They glance out the window, seeing the beautiful daytime moon high in the sky, stars twinkling happily. They then start to get up, glancing at the floor to see where they’re about to step - and that’s when they notice it.

Nutcrackers, ballerinas, wooden trains, little animals. A mix of Human World and Devildom Christmas toys and…Little Ds? They’re all crowded together right in front of MC, staring up at them expectantly.

“...Good morning…?”

At the greeting, there seems to be some kind of simultaneous cheer before all of them turn around in sync and start marching towards the open door. MC laughs softly, curiosity pulling them to stand and follow behind the little parade.

The Little Ds take the lead, all of them in number order, followed by all the little toys. They march out of the bedroom and down the castle halls, the wood of the toys clacking against the marble floors. MC very quickly realizes where they’re being led. There’s a room frequently used by the residents of the castle and their more familial guests, a private dining room and common room fit into one space. It’s much smaller than the ones used for formal affairs, much more lived in and cozy.

This is the exact space that all of them enter together, and waiting for them at the dining table, breakfast already laid out, is Diavolo, Barbatos sure to be somewhere nearby.

“MC! Good morning! Merry Christmas!” Diavolo exclaims joyfully, toys gathered around him, some trying to climb up his legs.

MC giggles at the sight, walking up to the demon and leaning down to give him a kiss. “Merry Christmas, you silly man.”

He chuckles. “Silly? Am I really so?”

A nod. “Yes, very much so. I’m sure even your butler would agree.” The human catches the eye of the butler, dressed in simple pjs rather than his usual formal suit, carrying a pile of presents in to add underneath the tree on the other side of the room.

“Indeed.” He says simply, smiling at the two fondly.

Diavolo grins, pulling MC into his lap gently, careful of the little friends on the floor. “Well, I’ll happily wear such title. What did you think of your morning greeting, my love?”

They smile and nuzzle their nose against his affectionately. “I loved it. It was adorable. Thank you, my love.”

“Good, I’m glad. It came to me a few days ago and I just couldn’t help myself.” He admits, kissing their cheek. “Now, why don’t we all have breakfast so that we can get to the main event?” He asks, looking between the two others with him, Barbatos walking over to sit at the table as well. Both of them give the enthusiastic ruler a nod, and a festive, cozy Christmas morning carries on.

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A/N: My twin helped me figure out what to do for this one after some brainstorming and I really like this, it's such a cute lil thing <3 I hope you enjoyed it!!

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[ephie-om]

Day 16: Michael

He had known the rules for millennia. He knew them better than almost any other angel in existence. And still he couldn’t dissuade himself from breaking them.

The first time he played off as an accident. He had heard of a potential threat to the Celestial Realm from the Devildom, something involving the prince. So he looked down, parting the clouds between realms, only to make sure everything was safe. It was only a coincidence that he caught sight of a familiar head of dark hair bowed before the red throne. He was grateful that he had been in a simple humanoid form. He wasn’t sure if he could handle the sight of black feathers instead of white.

The second time, he had said he was only trying to help. He had heard of a powerful sorcerer, now cared for by demons. He sent only a shade of himself then, unrecognizable to someone who didn’t know him. He warned the young sorcerer of the dangers of the demons’ mentality, all destruction and death. But even the human could tell the warning was hollow, parroting words from someone else. The shade faded to a small glow of light, just enough to catch a glimpse. He was smiling this time. He had almost never smiled like that back home.

The third time, and every time after, Michael had no excuse. He was a seraphim, after all, and few angels would dare question him. He tried not to look often, but when he was seated in his office with strains of mournful music echoing from the phonograph in the corner, his heart twinged in pain. He would lock the door and focus, his mind going down, down, through the sky, the air, the ground, until he smelled sulfur. His mind’s eye swooped lower until the house the prince had pulled from the human world came into view. He’d always thought it was oddly suited to the Devildom.

It must be nighttime here, not that he could tell by the sky. The house was quiet as his form phased through the walls of the house, invisible without scrutiny, but his hold on it was tenuous at best. He probed deeper, into the rooms, seeing peacefully sleeping forms throughout. All except for one.

Lucifer was hunched over his grand desk, stacks of papers strewn around him. It looked as though there had been an attempt to organize them at some point, but it had been given up on long ago. His red eyes bored into the writing, not missing a detail. Michael drifted down to the floor, settling there, and watched.

The more time passed, the less he understood how people ever called them similar. Lucifer’s fault was in doing too much, his own was in doing too little. Michael wondered if Lucifer ever got tired of this. Hadn’t he left because he was tired of fighting for what he believed in? Yet here he was, still fighting day in and day out. He’d heard the rumors of the fallen angels being shunned; all the angels had heard. Most had said it served them right, but those conversations died quickly under Michael’s withering glare. Only after decades had the demons begun to integrate the brothers into their society.

Lucifer leaned back in his chair, stretching his neck. He shuffled around some of the papers, then paused, shuffled them again. He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, something Michael found himself doing a bit too often these days. A soft knock on the door startled Lucifer, rattling his desk as his knee slammed into it. He cursed, rubbing it, and the door opened to reveal a messy-haired Belphegor.

“What are you doing awake?” whispered Lucifer.

Belphegor stared at him through bleary eyes for a moment. “You’re not sleeping.”

“Obviously,” sniped Lucifer. “Go back to bed.”

“No,” said the youngest petulantly. “You said we were all going to have a family day out tomorrow. You won’t enjoy it if you’re tired the whole time.”

Lucifer sighed again and closed his eyes. “I’ll make do.”

“That’s what you said last time. Remember how that turned out?”

Lucifer’s red eyes shone back at his brother and the two glared at each other for a moment, neither willing to back down. “I’m doing this for you. All of you. I stay up late so you can enjoy yourselves during the day, and in return I expect you not to interfere.”

Belphegor huffed, annoyed. “Did you ever think maybe we want our big brother to enjoy himself with us? When you tell us we’re going to do something as a family, most of us tend to think that you’ll be there too,” he said, sarcasm heavy in his voice.

Lucifer was silent for a moment, fighting an internal battle. He gritted his teeth through the words, “You’re right.”

Belphegor watched as Lucifer tried again to organize his desk. “Listen, I’m only saying this because I’m tired and I won’t remember it in the morning.” Lucifer cocked an eyebrow at him. “We know you fight for us. We’ve known ever since the Celestial Realm. And none of us say it, but we’re all grateful.” He disappeared out of the door as quickly as he came, leaving a frozen Lucifer behind.

Michael started to understand now. What a fool was he for thinking Lucifer wanted to be done with fighting? He wanted peace, of course, just like the rest of them, but he fought for what he loved. For his family, for the world he wanted. Michael’s grip on this plane started to falter, and he let go willingly.

The piece of his mind he had sent away shot back into his body, knocking the breath out of him. He panted, holding onto a small table for support. Lucifer and him had been so close. Had he had doubts all that time? The other angels had looked to him as a leader, the Morning Star. Michael was his equal in rank, of course, but sometimes he wasn’t so sure. The ease with which Lucifer had commanded his soldiers, the sheer weight of his presence. The unimaginable strength it took to take the first step off the edge into nothing and fall.

Would Michael have had the same strength? If Lucifer fell today, reached out his hand just like before, would Michael take it now? He wasn’t sure if he could. He had seen the glory that Lucifer brought to the Celestial Realm, and some part of him doubted it would ever look the same under his command. He wasn’t meant to be alone, after all. They had been created as partners, equals. Lucifer was never supposed to leave.

Yet he had, and Lucifer’s responsibilities had to go somewhere. Other seraphim had graciously offered to shoulder some of the burden, but Michael had refused. They were his legions, his documents, his responsibility. Just like Lucifer had been his responsibility, and he Lucifer’s. Maybe that was why it was such an irresistible thought to check in on him from time to time. Maybe some part of him still hoped that he could fix this mess.

It was a mess that very much looked like him, after all.

[certifiedlucifersimp]

Genie : What do you wish for?

Beelzebub : I wish-

Beelzebub : Hmmm

Beelzebub : A P P L E