#pr: satan/mc

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{Regret}

Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

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↬|Lucifer|

He definitely has no guilt. And absolutely he’d never let you go. The idea of you out there, in the world with other demons who could take you from him makes him feel disgusted and furious. If he had you, he’d never let you go- no matter what. You’d belong to him entirely. There wouldn’t be any way for you to escape him.

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↬|Mammon|

Mammon would likely never feel guilty about abducting MC, and would never willingly let them go. He would see MC as an object to possess and control, and would do everything in his power to keep them under his control. His obsession with MC would be so intense that he would not allow them to have any freedom or autonomy. Mammon would view MC as something that he owns, and would not feel bad about forcing them to stay with him.

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↬|Leviathan|

Levi might feel a sense of doubt or guilt about abducting the MC, knowing that it's wrong and that they are hurting them. however, his obsession and possessiveness would likely overshadow those feelings and he would justify his actions by believing he is doing what is best for their relationship. as for letting MC go, that would almost certainly be a no. he might promise to change, or even genuinely try to be better, but his possessive nature would prevent him from ever truly letting MC go.

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↬|Satan|

Despite being a yandere, Satan would likely have occasional moments of guilt or remorse about abducting MC. However, these feelings would quickly be overshadowed by his obsession and possessiveness towards MC. He might even try to justify his actions by convincing himself that he's doing it for the sake of their relationship and that MC would thank him someday. As for letting MC go, a yandere like Satan would likely make it as difficult as possible for them to leave, using manipulation, threats, or even physical force to keep them under his control.

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↬|Asmondeus|

Asmodeus is pretty unhinged and has a twisted sense of right and wrong. He wouldn't feel guilty for abducting MC at first, as he sees it as a necessary step to keep them all to himself. However, over time, it's possible that he might start to feel a little guilty for keeping MC captive like that. He might start to question his own actions and doubt if he is doing the right thing. However, he would probably not let them go, either way.

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↬|Beelzebub|

Beelzebub may struggle with feelings of guilt about abducting MC, especially if he has any shred of conscience or empathy. However, his obsession and need for control would likely overshadow any guilt he feels, and he might justify his actions to himself in some twisted way. He would be unlikely to willingly let MC go, as his entire reason for abducting them was to have them all to himself. He would likely go to great lengths to ensure MC can't escape or be rescued.

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↬|Belphegor|

At the start, definitely no. He'd be smug and arrogant about it, probably teasing you for falling into his trap. But after some time? Once he is sure that you're completely his and you won't try to go anywhere, and once he's fallen in love with you, he would start to feel guilty and maybe a bit remorseful about it. But would he let you go? Hell no. Even if he felt guilty, the thought of letting his beloved go away would make him furious and scared.

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↬|Diavolo|

Diavolo's guilt over abducting MC would be minimal if not completely absent. He would likely feel more satisfied and fulfilled by having MC in his possession. He would also never willingly let MC go, as he would see them as his most precious and prized possession. He would do everything possible to keep them trapped in his grip, even resorting to more sinister and dangerous methods to ensure that they never escaped.

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↬|Barbatos|

Barbatos would likely feel no guilt for abducting you. In his own mind, he believes that he is doing what's best for you and that you belong solely to him. Whether he would let you go would depend on his level of obsession and how much power he feels he has over you. If he believes that he has full control and that you have fully submitted to him, he may let you go - but only on his terms. In his mind, you are still his.

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↬|Simeon|

He may feel a twinge of guilt for abducting mc, but his obsession and need to control her would overpower any guilt he feels. He'd likely try to justify his actions to himself by convincing himself that it's for their own good, and that he's protecting them from the world. He may tell himself that he's doing it because he loves them and wants to keep them safe. He would also likely feel a sense of possessiveness and entitlement over them, and may feel that he has the right to keep them all to himself.

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↬|Solomon|

It is unlikely that Solomon would feel guilty about abducting MC, as he would likely see it as a necessary measure to have her all to himself. However, he may occasionally have moments of doubt or guilt, especially if MC expresses distress or sadness about the situation. As for letting MC go, it is highly unlikely that he would ever willingly release them, as his main goal would be to keep them under his control. He may only let her go if he feels that mc has become completely dependent on him or if he is somehow forced to.

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[janahanooo]

Have some Christmas themed silly bros and Mc

Mc: Merry Christmas guys!

Mc: Wooo! I can finnaly be free of my annoying cousins this year!

Mammon: Mc..

Levi: you do know you are in devildom, right?

Mc: ...*snifle*

Mc: then I guess I go and celebrate with Simeon and Luke

Mc: bye guys

Mammon: WAIT MC-! And they are gone...

Levi:

Mammon:

Lucifer: you want to do what?

Mammon: celebrate Christmas...

Levi: yeah, can we?

Lucifer: this is The dumbest idea I ever heard from the two of you.

Mammon: Asmo, what do you say?

Asmo: well, Idk Mams... it would be weird to celebrate it after a long time, so I pass on this one.

Levi: pretty please Satan!

Satan: *sigh* I already said it. It's a dumb idea. We're demons, not angels.

Belphi: nope.

Beel: sorry guys, I'm out on this one too.

Mammon: come on! Just this time?

Belphi: nah, I'll rather sleep.

Levi: you do that anyway

*after christmas*

Mc: guys I'm back! I brought back some cookies and pr-

Mc: ... what the

Mammon and Levi: *made the whole living room christmas themed and even bougth a tree and presents*

Mammon and Levi: Tada! Merry Christmas Mc!

Mc: guys... *snifle* you guys made my day a 1000 times better...

Mc: *snifle* I brougth back prensents for you and the others... and cookies for Beel.

The other watching from afar: ...

Asmo: let's celebratet it every year from now on.

Satan: agreed

Beel: they even brougth back cookies for me... *sob*

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[devildom-drabbles]

Snippet - Moments with Him

In the spirit of Valentine's Day, here are some cute little moments between MC/you and each of the boys (minus Luke) using sentence starters by @myfriendthedictionary. Enjoy!! 💕

“You want your usual, right?”

Lucifer glanced up from his paperwork to lock eyes with MC after hearing their question, a hint of surprise flashing briefly over his features. “And you know what that is?”

“Of course,” they replied with a grin. “I’ve seen you have it enough times to figure it out. I’ll make it just the way you like it, too.”

He gazed at their figure in the doorway of his study. The candlelight seemed to shine on them in a way that made them appear even more radiant in his vision than they normally did. No, perhaps it was the fact that they took the time to memorize these tiny details about him, such as his favorite drink to have while he’s working, that enhanced his view of them in this moment. Falling for a human was shocking enough, but falling more in love with them every day? The eldest demon brother wasn’t sure how they managed to do this to him. Even so, it was a strange phenomena that he couldn’t ignore any longer. He may as well accept it.

“Very well,” Lucifer said, a smile tugging at his lips as he refocused on the documents on his desk. “I look forward to it.”

“This really isn’t going how I practiced it.”

It was meant to be said in his head, but Mammon ended up muttering the words aloud in front of MC. He was trying to properly convey his feelings for them without deflecting or stumbling over himself, but the exact opposite was happening. How many times had this happened now? Why couldn’t he just say what he really thought? Despite how much he motivated himself and the time he spent making sure he’d do it right, he always got tongue-tied the moment MC was in front of him.

“Practiced?” MC repeated curiously, causing Mammon’s face to flush a darker shade of red.

“F-Forget ya heard that!” he demanded.

“But--”

“Seriously, don’t get the wrong idea! It’s not like I needed to practice tellin’ ya how much I like ya or anything! I can tell ya how amazin’, intelligent, attractive, funny, and important ya are to me just fine without going over it for hours in front of a mirror, got it?!”

MC bit back the giddy grin that threatened to form on their face in favor of taking Mammon’s hands in theirs. “You sure can. Thank you, Mammon.”

“Would you maybe want to... I don’t know... do this again, sometime?”

Leviathan’s question came out hesitantly, his fingers fidgeting with the plastic bag in his hand. He never imagined that MC would actually agree to go to an anime convention with him, and yet they had. The two of them spent the whole day there, and Levi had a blast getting to experience something he loved with the one he loved. It was a wonderful combination of his favorite things! However, did MC enjoy it as much as he did? He wasn’t sure, already overthinking everything they had said and done during the convention.

“I’d love to,” MC responded without missing a beat.

“R-Really?” Levi asked, worried he may have misheard somehow. “You didn’t hate it?”

They shook their head. “Some of the stuff there was pretty cool. Plus, I liked seeing you look so happy and comfortable in your element. Make sure to let me know when the next one is, okay?”

Tears pricked at the corners of Levi’s eyes, overwhelmed with joy by MC’s answer. “I-I will! And, um, if there’s any place you really want to go to, let me know! Even if we’re surrounded by normies and extroverts, I’ll still go! B-Because I… I want to see you happy, too!”

“They say not to touch the artwork, but I have to ask... can I hold your hand?”

Satan’s grin widened as he observed MC’s reaction to his sudden flirty remark. He had invited them on a date to an art museum since both of them were curious about how the creative works in the Devildom and human world differed from each other. With the way it was going, it seemed more like an educational field trip than a date, prompting Satan to change his approach to the day’s activity. He was pleased with himself for having caught the human off-guard when he leaned in front of their line of sight to softly ask for their hand.

“Wh-Where did that come from?” MC inquired, playful nudging him away in an attempt to hide their blush.

Satan laughed lightly at their embarrassment. “What do you mean? We are on a date, aren’t we? Isn’t it natural that I’d want to hold my lovely partner’s hand? Besides, you’ve been looking at this piece for so long, I was beginning to wonder if you forgot I was here.”

Now it was MC’s turn to laugh, the familiar sound bringing a gentle warmth to the demon’s chest. Once they placed their hand in his, the two never separated for the remainder of the date.

“You always look beautiful to me.”

Asmodeus delicately lifted MC’s chin up so they could see that his expression matched the sincerity of his words. The two of them had gone out shopping for new clothes, and Asmo had suggested a variety of things for MC to try on in the dressing room. With each outfit they came out to present, Asmo gushed over them, showering them with adoration. However, when MC viewed their appearance in the mirror, nothing seemed to look right on them, and they ended up expressing this concern to Asmo when he noticed they weren’t acting like their usual self. They stared at their feet as they spoke, unable to face him from how they felt about themself in that moment. They weren’t expecting his remark or the way he brought their gaze up to rest on him.

“Even now, there’s a certain beauty in the sadness you’re showing,” Asmo continued, his hand moving to cradle their jaw while his thumb tenderly stroked their cheek. “No matter how you’re dressed or how you’re feeling, I think you’re absolutely gorgeous, MC. And I’ll always see you that way.”

MC reached their hand up to place it over the hand he kept on their face. “Thank you, Asmo.”

“No need to thank me. I’m just telling you the truth. I’ll remind you as much as you need me to until you believe it, too--and even long afterwards, okay?”

“What do you mean you burnt the popcorn?”

Beelzebub rubbed the back of his hand in guilt when MC discovered the blackened kernels that were supposed to be part of their movie night snacks. He hadn’t meant for it to happen. MC had tasked him with watching over the popcorn heating on the HoL kitchen’s flaming stove top while they were putting the finishing touches on the sweet treats they had made. Beel’s focus had drifted from the popping kernels to MC’s figure, working diligently on the other side of the kitchen. Not even the wafting smells from the food around him could peel his eyes away from the human. As a result, he hadn’t noticed the popcorn burning until it was too late.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized with an expression rivaling that of a kicked puppy. “I just wanted to see what you were adding to the treats, but I ended up staring at you instead. I like how you look when you’re focused on something, and then I started thinking about how great those treats are going to taste because you’re the one working so hard on them. Everything you make always ends up tasting better than anything I eat at a restaurant or bakery. ...Then, before I knew it, the popcorn had been on the stove for too long. I’m really sorry for burning it, MC.”

It was difficult for MC to stay mad at Beel for an honest--and cute--mistake. “It’s all right, Beel. We’ll just pop another batch. I’ll even stay with you to watch over it this time.”

That was all it took for Beel’s wide grin to return. Still, after disposing of the burnt popcorn into his mouth, he couldn’t keep his loving gaze off the human beside him as the new batch of kernels popped on the stove.

“Nope! Not moving. Too comfy!”

That’s what I should be saying, Belphegor thought bitterly to himself after MC vocally refused to remove themself from his chest. The two of them had been studying for a while in MC’s room when Belphegor suggested they take a nap break. No amount of pouting or whining could pull MC away from their notes, so he reluctantly plopped himself on their bed, all alone. Well, that is, until he tricked them to come over because of a “hilarious picture Beel sent.” Once they were near, he pulled them down onto the bed with him and claimed that they had to take a break now with him since they were already there. As revenge for duping them, MC managed to situate themself to lay on his chest, which was one of his lesser preferred napping positions. Belphie wanted to be more upset, but he was actually kind of impressed they got the better of him. Still, that didn’t prevent him from complaining for a bit until he was too tired to do so anymore.

“Fine, I guess you can stay there then,” he conceded.

MC giggled triumphantly while snuggling closer to him. “Good! It’s rare that I get to rest on your chest like this. It’s nice.” They sighed in contentment as their eyes drooped shut.

Belphie wrapped an arm around them before following suit. When he thought about it, it really didn’t matter how his body was positioned when he slept with MC. He was satisfied just having them by his side. If it meant that the human he cared deeply for would stay with him and enjoy his company more, then he supposed he could let them lay on his chest more often.

“Oh, hello again!”

Diavolo greeted MC once more with a bright smile that stretched from ear to ear after bumping into them for the umpteenth time that day at RAD. What might have seemed like strange coincidences to MC were entirely intentional on the prince’s part. He had been wanting to see them more, but his duties typically kept him busy and farther away from the human whenever he wasn’t at RAD. So, he decided to find them every chance he got between classes that day in order to spend some time with them. As nice as these short interactions were, there was one last part to his plan that he was looking forward to the most, and since the school day had just ended, it was finally time to carry it out.

“Are you headed anywhere before returning home, MC?” Diavolo inquired.

“No,” they answered with a slight shake of their head. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, they have a new live show at the aquarium featuring Black Dolphins and Devilkiller Sharks. It’s said to be an exciting experience you’ll never forget! I’ve been wanting to see it since it was first announced, so I was wondering if you’d like to join me.”

“Sure, sounds like fun!”

Diavolo beamed at their enthusiastic response. “Excellent! I’m so glad I’ll get to enjoy it with you. Ah, one other thing. It may run a bit late, so allow me to treat you to dinner as well afterward. …Perhaps we can call this a date, then?”

“Yeah, I somehow don’t think this was how the recipe was supposed to turn out...”

MC’s comment brought Barbatos’s attention to the deflated cake that they had recently taken out of the oven. MC wanted to recreate one of the cakes they saw at Madam Scream’s, and when they had asked Barbatos if he knew the recipe for it, he had instead voluntarily offered his assistance in making the dessert. Lately, he had been making more of a conscious effort to engage in activities with them outside of his usual responsibilities, and since it wasn’t often they got to be alone with the ever-busy royal butler, they readily accepted his help. Although, with the way the cake looked right then, they wondered if their baking skills with Devildom desserts were beyond even Barbatos’s help...

“Actually, this is how it’s supposed to look after being baked,” Barbatos explained reassuringly. “There’s one more ingredient we need to add while it’s still hot in order for it to take its proper shape. I prepared it before you arrived.”

He brought over a heart-shaped chocolate and dropped it within the opening the unique baking pan created in the middle of the cake. The candy quickly began to melt within the cake, causing it to rise until the chocolate completely filled the inside of it and oozed slightly out of the top.

“Whoa, how’d you do that?” MC questioned him, amazed by the magical sight.

“The recipe calls for a special kind of chocolate that can only be made by someone who has overflowing feelings for another.” Barbatos turned his head to make eye contact with them, a tender smile gracing his features. “So, you could say I simply filled our cake with love.”

“There’s nothing that could keep me from coming back to you. Nothing.”

MC stared back at Simeon in awe after he finished reading aloud the draft of the latest chapter in his manuscript. The angel author had invited them over to his room at Purgatory Hall to receive their input on a new story he’d been working on. He had been mulling over a pivotal scene between the two main characters for so long that every rewrite he did seemed worse than the previous version. MC noticed how absent-minded he was during one class at RAD, so when they had asked if something was wrong, he decided to seek their outside perspective on his writing. He must’ve done something right in the draft he read to them, considering they even started clapping once they recovered from their initial astonished reaction.

“That was amazing!” MC praised. “I felt like I was right there in the scene!”

“You did?” Simeon questioned them, a feeling of shock overtaking his bashfulness from their feedback. “How so, if you don’t mind telling me?”

“Your descriptions were so detailed I could picture exactly what the area looked like. And I could feel the tension in the air and the physical and emotional pain the characters were going through... You know, I actually lost myself for a bit. Like, I thought I was the love interest for a while there and you were the protagonist. …Is that weird?”

Simeon gazed back at them with a warmth that resonated in their chest. “Not at all. I’d say you understood the characters quite well.”

“Remind me why I love you, again?”

That was the first thing MC said when they saw the state Solomon was in after he had asked them to come over to Purgatory Hall and help him with a “small problem” he was having. He had been experimenting with Hell Jasmines to see if he could alter the effects its aroma had on demons, which resulted in him creating a scent that drove every cat within a 10 mile radius into the building. Simeon and Luke were out running errands, so he knew he needed to get this mess solved before they returned (if they even could among the sea of cats). And who better to call on for aid than his beloved fellow human?

“Ah…” Solomon trailed off while a cat leapt onto his shoulder to nuzzle the side of his head. “Because I’m a witty sorcerer who teaches you magic, cooks for you, and would do anything you ask? And...I love and appreciate you above all else?”

“That was almost correct,” MC noted, stepping around the swarming felines to reach where he was trapped by a group of them.

“Almost? What did I miss?”

“We can worry about that later. For now, I’ll keep the cats off you so that you can stop whatever is causing this.”

“Thanks, MC. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

[twiceasfrustrating]

Hello, since your inbox is open may I please ask headcanons for poly mc wiht brothers reacting seeing their kids turn into angels because Micheal wanted to meet them please

Rating: General Audiences 

Archive Warning: None

Category: Gen

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphie, F!MC

Additional Tags: Headcanons, polyamory, F!MC, fluff, kids, headcanons

A/N: I assume this is an extension of the random poly!mc rambles? Normally, I think very little of Michael, but that series is more comedic so here he is just a very eccentric, distant uncle.

Lucifer

You have never truly seen anger until you've seen Lucifer's face when his children get those damn bracelets from the Celestial Realm. He knows them all too well and is ready to start a whole nother war because of them.

MC has to calm him down before he ends up creating an entire army the same way Satan was born.

If Micheal wanted to stomp all over his family's boundaries and insist on meeting the kids, he should have made an appointment to visit rather than trying to force them into a corner to come to him. Especially since none of the dads can go with the kids, so it would just be mom going with them.

Maybe he can ask Simeon and Luke to… no. Luke is Michael's fan and Simeon would be too amused by the situation to watch out for them. 

He is refusing to let them go. He will get the stupid jewelry off himself. No need to visit troublesome ex-family.

Mammon

He started screaming the second the kids came out of the room transformed. He swears this isn’t his fault. He didn’t do anything.

Oh? Everyone already knows that because Micheal owned up to it and said he’d undo it if the kids came to visit? Cool, cool….

Okay, kids. Go there and fleece as much as you can! Celestial Realm stuff will sell for a lot since it’s so hard to get. He’ll be packing their bags for them just to get them there faster.

Leviathan

Uhhhh…. Hmmm…

Yeah, he’s confused why??? They don’t need to be angels to meet with Micheal. So it’s confusing. Also… he’s kind of freaking out because this reminds him of the plot to one of his anime (at that point he started rambling about the plot).

Wait? Does the Celestial Realm have unique spirits for Mononoke Land? He suddenly wants to go too. But… if everyone saw him they’d realize just how much a gross loser he is and he’d be embarrassed. Okay, maybe he can give his D.D.D to someone, but then he’d miss his other daily logins…

This may take a while, come back later.

Satan

Please stop giving him existential crises. He was never an angel to begin with and his kid shouldn't have angel blo- oh, right… MC is technically descended from an angel… sort of. Well, that's frustrating.

He won't stop them if they want to go to the Celestial Realm to meet their uncle, but he also won't condone it. 

He's never been to the Celestial Realm and only has vague memories from being inside of Lucifer, so he doesn't know how to prepare them if they do go. He’ll just have to make sure to help them pack everything they could need… also to send them with

Asmodeus

Oh. My. Goodness. His children are beautiful! Of course not as much as the literal jewel of the heavens, but they are very close.

Ah! He loves them so much! It's been so long since he was able to use Celestial Realm fashion tips! Time for him to play dress-up with his sweet children. 

He is going to dress them up to the nines and send them there as the ultimate fashion models.

Beelzebub

He has so many mixed feelings right now. On one hand, his kids are so adorable and some of them really have their dad's traits from back when they were angels. Some of them…have Lilith’s and that's hard.

He loves his kids though. He will respect the choice they make to go or not. Definitely asks them to bring back some food that he hasn’t had in a long time. May tell them stories of his time back in the Celestial Realm if they ask him what they can expect. Will also tell them places they should visit.

He’s probably the most chill, despite not knowing how to really feel about the whole thing.

Belphegor

Oh, you thought he would be relaxed and chill? Nope! He's right there with Lucifer planning violence. He is one of the people most hurt by the fall, so seeing his children get dragged back to that place… no.

You know something is wrong when he and Lucifer agree on something.

The difference is that he won’t stop them from going. No. He’s sending them with fireworks and cherrybombs and telling them to raise hell. They may look like angels, but they are still demons and they should act like it.

He just wants to cause problems, honestly.

MC

She is already packing her bags because this is happening one way or another. Plus, she needs to go yell at Micheal for daring to give her kids weird magical jewelry.

This is not a fun vacation. It is now a business trip.

No, the kids aren’t coming. She’s going to shake the cure for this nightmare out of Micheal herself.

If he wants to meet the kids, he needs to get permission from her and the dads WITHOUT trying to manipulate the situation.

Boundary stomping idiot this is why the brothers don't want to talk to him

[obeythedemons]

Hello! Love your work btw, Can you do headcanons for the brothers (and newdatables if you're okay with that) with an MC who is a famous Idol in the human world and they didn't know until MC was asked to perform for the Devildom by Lord Diavolo or smth like that. I've been really into Idol! Mc but soo little content lmao, Thank you! Have a nice day! 🧡

Obey Me! Masterlist

Lucifer

Is annoyed that there's another even Lord Diavolo wants to have pulled off at the last minute

Eats his word when he sees MC performing

He read your file, but how did he miss this?!

Will tap his fingers on his arm as he watches you perform

Somehow gets a bouquet of roses last minute to give to them after their performance

Wondering how to make their music into a cursed record for his music collection

Will ask them to sing for him when he's had a particularly stressful day

Will talk to them more about different types of music

Mammon

Hellooooo?!?!?!!?

Please thank him as he is now their manager

Has so much merch to sell to the lesser demons

Of course, he'll be taking his own cut from the merchandise

He can't stop thinking about how much money he's going to be making

Might try to climb on stage to dance with MC

Planning an after party for the concert and him and MC are VIPs

Leviathan

N-No way is MC actually an idol in one of his favorite groups!!!

How did he not know this?! Sure, MC looks different with the outfit and stage make up and they use a stage name, but still

How can he call himself a fan of theirs?!

Stammers as he tells them how much he liked their show

Asks for their autograph on a lot of their merchandise

Is always trying to get limited time merchandise from them

Wants to do karaoke with them, but is nervous he isn't worthy of singing in their presence

Satan

Not too surprised

MC has the right voice for singing

Will ask Lucifer why he didn't know about such an important part of MC's life

If MC has any promotional pictures of wearing a cat outfit, Satan will buy all of them

Knows all of the ins with different people to perform and offers MC to use his connections for them

Asmodeus

Is in love

Will want to collaborate with MC and sing duets together

Is already daydreaming about different outfits they could wear together when performing both in public and in private

At the very front dancing while dragging his brothers with him

Posts a million of selfies of him at the concert with MC in the background

Will gush over MC saying how much he enjoyed their performance

Buys MC's colored glowstick with Levi

Beelzebub

Very supportive of MC's career, after all they support him at his games

Will go to all of MC's concerts - they have popcorn there, right?

Will hum along happily during the concert

Listens to MC's music when he's working out

Asks MC if they'll release special food items that are themed after him

Belphegor

This music is keeping him awake and it's not the worse thing ever

Will be on Beel's shoulders as he lazily waves his DDD back and forth

Sets his favorite song of MC's as his ring tone

Posts a picture on Devilgram of him cuddling with MC while they nap teasing MC's fans that only he has this privalage

It's a PR nightmare for MC and their team

He's not even a little sorry

Lord Diavolo

Well of course he knew

Thinks that all humans are an idol because of MC, well except Solomon, but he doesn't count

Wears t-shirts of MC at the concert and has their glowstick

Forces Lucifer to dance with him

Whole-heartedly thanks MC for performing for all of Devildom and hopes that they'll do it again

Barbatos

Tries to keep Diavolo reined in

Has to act as security detail, but he's not sure if he's protecting MC from any of the lesser demons or from the brothers

It's a bit exhausting

Will be a huge fan if MC is in a group similar to BABYMETAL

Will also discretely ask for MC's autograph

Accompanies Beel to a cafe that releases drinks related to MC

Simeon

Is just excited to be there with everyone, but now more excited to hear MC perform

Thinks they have the voice of an angel

Wonders if he should add this to Henry's story

Writes a great review of MC's performance online under his pen name and gets MC a whole new group of fans

Helps MC with any PR issues (thanks Belphie)

Luke

Doesn't understand the glow sticks at first, but gets one anyways

Sees how everyone waves them in time with the music and tries his best to follow around

Barbatos has to help him try and match the beat

After a while he gets it and he's laughing with joy

Asks if MC could perform in the Celestial Realm

Solomon

Is very impressed

Wants to be involved with MC's performances and adds magic to make MC stand out

Random bits of glitter here, some fire there, bubbles now? Whatever best matches with MC's songs

Records MC's performance on his DDD so he can watch them long into the future

[weekly-fandom-rambles]

Hellooooooooo I have a request!

What if the Demon brothers played monopoly? Who would win?

Board Game Brothers

Headcanons on what types of games would be the brother’s favorites.

Been having a rough time writing fics, so hope these headcanons will suffice. -S

*Obey Me Masterlist*

Lucifer

In dealing with mindless paperwork constantly, Lucifer has found a twisted sort of enjoyment in Management games.

Whether it’s because of the sense of control and power he gets, or because he is frighteningly good at it, Luci is a self-proclaimed master at these types of games.

This takes form in quite a few ways.

There’s the casual farming simulator on his D.D.D., which he optimized in no time flat.

Or the money-based board games he plays with his brothers.

Lucifer absolutely kills at Monopoly, to the point where it might as well be torture for the other players.

Everyone always tries to gang up on Luci, until he puts the tiniest amount of effort in and crushes his opponents.

The brothers have decided to only play Monopoly when MC is out of the house. Otherwise, there could be a major injury without them even playing the game.

Mammon

It might be because of his sin, but Mammon’s favorite games are those of chance.

Cards, dice, roulette, slots. All right up his alley.

However, it’s not just the incentive of money that makes them Mam’s favorite. (although that does sweeten the deal)

No, Mammon likes these games because of the statistics and psychology involved in them.

Understanding how your opponent thinks or what odds he has changes the games from chance into games of skill and patience.

Mammon is scarily good at understanding these kinds of tactics and using them to his advantage.

Not that it always works out in his favor.

And not like he could articulate that clearly to anyone else.

Leviathan

Of course, Leviathan’s favorite games are JRPGs

There are so many aspects of the game he can fall in love with.

There are characters and storylines that he can easily get immersed into.

There are stats, resources, and speed runs to optimize.

There are easter eggs and developer details he can gush over with other fans.

Levi can spend days invested in a single game and be the happiest demon in the world.

Only to have it swapped out with the next JRPG that catches his eye.

Even though he hates it, please remind him to touch grass.

Satan

Wow, a shocker. The book nerd likes visual novels. /sarcastic

But, no, seriously. Satan gets really into visual novels.

At first, he didn’t get it. Why clutter a perfectly good story with unnecessary game elements?

But just as Satan learned to like other media, he grew to find the additional elements charming.

How the music and visuals of the game serve to enhance the experience of the novel.

And especially the choice options, letting him enjoy the same story from multiple angles and multiple endings.

Satan tends toward more story-based visual novels rather than the relationship otome games.

Also likes the human world games over the Devildom games. (please don’t actually put him inside the game again)

Asmodeus

Asmodeus doesn’t play many games, but the ones he does play are often rhythm games.

It started with dancing games to stay in shape, but it progressed beyond that.

Asmo has one or two rhythm games on his D.D.D. that he plays when he’s not busy.

The main draw for him is the game’s music.

He gets to enjoy the music in his daily life, even if he doesn’t play the game constantly.

Despite being a “casual”, Asmo is shockingly good at all the rhythm games he plays.

Like, he put a high score on one of the arcade machines without breaking a sweat.

Levi is annoyed at Asmo’s effortless skill, but can’t really stay mad at him.

Beelzebub

Beelzebub is another who doesn’t game much, but his favorites are side scrollers.

They’re easy to get good at and fun to play.

Especially when he gets to play with other people.

Both in co-op multiplayer or switching competitive, Beel likes to have a friend to enjoy his gaming time with.

Super Devil Bros. is probably his favorite game, despite how hectic it gets.

Everyone’s yelling at each other and trying to outdo one another in-game, but they all get invested.

The common goal is enticing in the same way Fangol is for Beel, and he loves it.

That is until one of the controllers gets broken in a fit of rage.

Belphegor

Belphegor likes search games, like spot the difference or “find x number of object” games.

Firstly, it prioritizes mental power over actual gaming power (a plus for this lazy demon).

Second, the skillset has real-life benefits.

Someone misplaced something in the room? Belphie can see it in 0.5 seconds flat.

Also lets him have the best hiding spots, for his stuff and himself.

Third, and most important to him, he’s better than his other brothers.

He doesn’t gloat much, but when he does Belphie will rub it in Lucifer’s face so much it’s not even funny.

Hides all of Lucifer’s left shoes just to piss him off. Only the left ones. Luci takes 3 hours to find them all.

Requests are closed.

[sussysatann]

~ My Obey Me! 7 Brothers Headcanons ~(Part 2)

Part 1

-MC introduces Ace Attorney to Satan and Levi and now they yell 'OBJECTION!', 'HOLD IT!' and other quotes when the opportunity arises (Lucifer is the main target of this).

-Lucifer has a trainset. Either he used to have one or it's still in the house somewhere, but it's this huge miniature train track with luscious hills and fully functioning steam trains. All aboard the Morningstar Express!

-Asmo once got kicked out of a Moonbucks for a single drink order that was too long and complicated. Seriously, the order receipt literally trailed out the door!!

-Mammon loves to race MC and his brothers down the stairs, sliding on sleeping bags or blankets. Sometimes he and MC slide down together. Either way, they always bump into Lucifer waiting at the bottom of the stairs looking unpleased.

-The House of Lamentation residents will often see Beel carrying Belphie and MC over his shoulders at the same time.

-Belphie loves commenting and critiquing films on movie nights "wow that was a dumb decision", "How the hell is that even possible??", "That guy's forehead is bigger than yours, Levi."

-Satan once rescued and took care of a hedgehog that had crawled under one of Mammon's cars. Everyone pitched in -no matter how big or small- to help the hedgehog. Belphie even donated a couple of his blankets.

-Asmo has a whole wardrobe full of PR packages from beauty companies. Literally. Every single nook and cranny of that wardrobe is filled to the brim with beauty supplies. It's worse than the one for his clothing.

-Levi once summoned Lotan and flooded most of the house when he got jumpscared in a VR horror game. Lucifer barely gave him 5 seconds to run-

-Mammon is easily fooled by chocolate grimm coins. hehehe

-Beel straight up eats blocks of ice in the summer. Not the tiny cubes. BRICK SIZED BLOCKS. nom nom.

[belphies-cuhm-sluht]

Heeeyyyyy!!! I'm glad I caught requests open! Can I get the demon brothers reacting to an MC that has a puppy love crush on one of the professors at RAD??? Like MC is constantly talking about how much they enjoy that professors class and how great they are at teaching and in their general personality... but they catch MC with literal heart eyes after MC greets their professor in the hallway? Please and thank you! 🙏

Brothers When MC Has A Crush On One Of Their Professors At RAD

Lucifer

This is the third day in a row that you’ve come home from RAD talking about your spells professor. He wasn’t sure what was so special about this teacher, they were typical in every way, but his pride wouldn’t let him say anything about it to you. The crush would surely pass, and then you’d go back to paying attention to him just how he liked it.

He started walking with you down the halls, trying to keep you distracted so you wouldn’t notice the professor if they walked by, but he couldn’t do much about it when you were headed straight for their class. You saw them in the hallway, standing right outside of the classroom, and your eyes seemed to light up as you practically ran over to them. He cleared his throat, keeping his head high as he walked over quickly, grabbing your hand and pulling you away.

“I’m sorry, Y/N isn’t feeling very well today. They won’t be able to make it to your class today.”

Mammon

You talked about your professor so much, he started to expect it whenever you came home from RAD. It’s not that he particularly enjoyed hearing about it, but he likes spending time with you, so he put himself through it just to keep you around.

The professor wasn’t even that cool, they didn’t have a sense of humor, they were just a basic demon. There was nothing special about them, but for some reason you had such a big crush on them that you couldn’t seem to keep yourself from talking about them, even when the two of you were walking through the halls together. He watched the little smile spread across your face as you waved all cute at the teacher, your eyes glowing with adoration. That’s all he could handle.

“Oi! Why don’t ya look at me that way?! Ain’t I special too?”

Leviathan

He was used to it. Everyone that he even remotely liked ended up liking someone else, but it hurt a little more when you ended up having a crush on the professor. You talked so much about them, and he didn’t want to tell you to stop because he still likes hearing your voice even if you weren’t talking about him.

Walking through the halls with you wasn’t as easy for him to handle. It was only natural for him to get jealous, it’s who he is. He was lucky enough to not have to see the way you acted around the professor yet, he wouldn’t be able to handle it, but today seemed to be the day he’d have to witness it. Your smile was sweeter than ever, and it seemed like your voice even raised an octave, your eyes looked like the heart eyes emoji and he couldn’t stop himself from acting out on his avatar.

“Fine! If you think the professor is so cool, you can just go hang out with them after classes. Have fun.”

Satan

Whenever you came to him to talk about the professor he was usually able to drown it out. He didn’t like hearing about it, he didn’t like hearing about how amazing this professor was when he knew damn well he could teach you way better. He didn’t tell you that though, he knew it would probably just upset you if he insulted the professor, so he pretended to listen.

He walked beside you in the halls, talking about the new book that he was reading. He thought it was really interesting, and he thought that you’d be interested in hearing about it as well. He couldn’t hold back the anger and irritation that boiled over when you stopped in the middle of the hallway to greet your professor though, right in the middle of him talking. You might as well have been wearing glasses that said “I love you” across them.

“You can just stay after and study with them. Don’t bother coming to my room.”

Asmodeus

Of course you’d have a crush on your professor, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t have a slight crush on most of his professors as well… but that doesn’t change the fact that it doesn’t seem fair. How could you possibly have a crush on your professor when he was right there in front of you?! He was clearly the better choice, and he was more beautiful than anyone else in the Devildom.

He didn’t let it bother him though, not as much as it would bother his brothers at least. He’d let it slide, and in no time at all you’d be running back into his very smooth, very warm arms. Except it didn’t seem like that would happen any time soon. The way you looked at your professor when you greeted them, it almost broke his heart and he couldn’t hide the pout that pulled at his bottom lip.

“You never look at me that way, Y/N… Do you really think they’re better than me?”

Beelzebub

He’s not one to show his emotions very much, but deep down it does kind of upset him that some random professor seems to have caught your eye before he was able to. It makes you happy though, so he doesn’t let on that he’s upset about it. He’ll just keep listening to you talk about the professor because he’d rather see you happy than to make you upset and tell you to stop.

Seeing the way you act around the professor though, your giddy expression, the way you practically swoon when you see him. It’s like you try to speed up your walking just to catch him so you can say hello. It breaks his heart a little, knowing that you’ll never act like that when it comes to him, but he lets you go, waiting until you’re done to finally say anything.

“Do you really like them? It’s okay if you do… I was just wondering…”

Belphegor

He tries to act like he doesn’t care, but he’s not as good at it as Lucifer is. His annoyance is clearly visible, but if you ask him about it, he’ll say it’s just because he’s tired. He’ll constantly use it as a reason to end the conversation as soon as you bring up the professor too, he just hates hearing about how great they are, or how great you think they are.

He rarely ever goes to class anyway, he’d much rather sleep and deal with the repercussions of skipping when he wakes up, but the one day he actually goes to RAD is the day he gets to see how much you actually adore the professor. He couldn’t hold back the sound of disgust that comes out of his mouth when he sees you walk over to them, your eyes wide and full of love when you greet them. He waits until the both of you are in the class before saying anything, but he makes sure that you can hear how pissed he is when he speaks.

“Maybe you can ask the professor to take naps with you since you like them so much. I don’t even care.”

[jessamine-rose]

♡ Let’s Make a Mug Together ♡

The wholesome, romantic activity of making a mug together…..but with the whole cast bc what is Obey Me! if not chaos and everyone fighting over Mc?? Fufufu~ I’m not very confident in writing for Obey Me! but I wanted to flesh out this idea I’ve had for our beloved demon brothers and side characters!! I hope I gave them justice  ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

Spoiler warnings:: Main Story lore up to Season 3 in Belphegor, Simeon, Luke, and Solomon’s parts

♡ Lucifer’s mug is simple but elegant. He goes for a classic, practical shape painted in shades of black and grey, with either deep blue or brilliant red accents for a pop of color. If you compliment his mug, he will respond with his classic smirk and a hand over his chest. “It’s just a mug. It doesn’t have to be overly complex or garish.” *eyes his brothers*

♡ Unfortunately, the calming nature of the pottery workshop is disrupted by his brothers’ constant arguments. Which results in Lucifer threatening to reshape them like clay before a clay war or a paint fight breaks out. Whenever that happens, Satan and Belphie will sneakily attempt to hex his mug  ψ( ` ∇ ´ )ψ

♡ Right off the bat, Mammon proclaims that his mug will clearly be the best!! The first time he touches the pottery wheel is…...an epic fail, as quoted by Levi. Once his mug has the right shape, Mammon will go for a striking design in black, yellow, and gold. The entire process would have taken less time if he hadn’t been competing with his brothers -.-

♡ He will insist on sitting beside you at the painting table. Halfway, you will glance at his mug and see…….isn’t that detail similar to your own design?? “Oi, what are ya lookin’ at?? Huh?? I-It’s not like the Great Mammon wants our mugs to match or anythin’!! And don’t you dare let my brothers try to match with you, got it??” (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

♡ Even in a pottery workshop, Leviathan’s otaku speech is activated. “Waaaaaa this reminds me of that anime Let’s Make a Cauldron Too about pottery from the human world!! The protagonists were a mix of professionals and novices but they were all able to make such great designs!! Aaahh and one of them was good at making fun, moe sculptures--I wonder if I can copy her technique?? The--” “We get it, Levi!!”

♡ Don’t underestimate Levi’s art skills!! He makes good work of the assorted paints and brushes to illustrate a flattering likeness of Ruri-chan and Azuki-tan!! Later on, he shyly offers you a drink from his mug…….and would you look at that?? He sculpted some mini goldfish inside so it looks like an army of Henry’s is swimming in your tea!!  (╯✧▽✧)╯彡✿

♡ Satan chooses cat designs!! His mug very much resembles a cat, with two sculpted cat-ear triangles on the rim and a tail for the handle. Or even better, what about a bunch of mini cats climbing the rim, handle, and surface of his mug??!! Satan will paint them with a variety of patterns and faces. It is a catty design which he adores and which won’t be compared to any of Lucifer’s ideas--

♡ He may offer to paint a small addition to your mug. Just a minor detail which no one will notice…...after your mug is glazed and washed, he insists on making dark coffee to maintain the surprise. When you finish your drink, you will find a secret message cleverly painted on the bottom interior of your mug. "I hope your day is full of joy. ฅ/ᐠ. ̫ .ᐟ\ฅ"

♡ Asmodeus’s mug needs to be gorgeous and creative to complement his beauty!! He incorporates some of his nail art techniques to paint a glamorous, one-of-a-kind mug worthy of his lips. As a finishing touch, he presses his lips against the glazed mug to leave behind a pink kiss mark. Would you like one, too~ “We don’t want any of your gross kisses, Asmo!!” “Aww, are you sure?? <3”

♡ He uses his mug for Devilgram selfies!! Soon enough, his account will be filled with pictures of aesthetic drinks within the fabulous mug…...but the focus will always be on Asmodeus as he holds the mug with a bright smile, of course!! Doesn’t he make the prettiest beverage model?? („─‿─„) ♡

♡ Beelzebub’s mug is amazingly oversized. It might as well be mistaken for a bowl or a pitcher, considering how gigantic it is. “Beel, how many drinks are you trying to fit in there??!!” “It’s big enough so I can fit all of the vegetables and rice when we have curry.” “Are you saying that curry is a drink??!!”

♡ On top of that, Beel’s art skills are simply horrific. After much thinking with Belphie, he paints on his mug a simple sunrise gradient of solid warm colors.....Then he decides to draw a wholesome picture of his family (Mc included) holding hands around the bottom of the mug. The final product ends up insulting his brothers and giving them nightmares for days  _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

♡ Fully aware of his terrible (but better than Beel’s) drawing skills, Belphegor comes up with the idea for him and Beelzebub to use solid colors. He paints his mug a muted dark blue to resemble the night sky, with white dots for his favorite stars and constellations from the human world!! Their mugs match, too  =w=

♡ After chatting with you and Beel, he decides to make a simple addition to his mug!! A green mountain with a little pink puffball on top. The cloud-like shape has a yellow circle for a face and little horns--is that sheep Mc?? Looking up at Beel and Belphie’s twin stars?? How adorable!! “It’s you, me, and Beel. Let’s look at the stars again later.”

♡ Diavolo is like a child exploring the limitless world of creativity. He molds a mug which is decidedly…….unique. Asymmetrical. More fit to be a museum art piece than a piece of everyday drinkware. He also has fun during the painting process--his design could either be a colorful abstract work or a collage of his favorite Devildom landscapes and places!!  o(^▽^)o

♡ For the latter design, he will happily recount his memories from those special places as he paints. “Lucifer, here is the private beach we rented out 6000 years ago!! Barbatos, do you remember the Snapdragon Skull meadow where we hosted my childhood tea parties?? Mc, if you don’t mind, I would like to revisit these places with you next time.”

♡ Barbatos decides to mold a cup meant for tea. His set of teacups--plus an expertly molded teapot--are painted with sophisticated designs impressive enough to star in Diavolo’s next royal tea party!! From Japanese cups to European china with matching saucers, he is very interested in the different types of teaware!!

♡ He watches Diavolo’s mug creation and protects their cups from the demon brothers’ shenanigans. If you need help with your mug, he will politely smile and guide you through the process. Barbatos will stand over you, his hands lightly holding your wrists as you shape clay and paint designs. “Diavolo-bocchama, such childlike creativity ( ◠‿◠ ) Moving on, Mc, this is how you paint a traditional teacup.”

♡ Simeon’s mug gives off a homey, sophisticated vibe. He helps Luke during the clay-shaping process and comes up with a mug which feels comforting to hold. He paints a dazzling image of the Celestial Realm on the surface along with some original quotes in pretty, cursive lettering. At one point, Mammon almost tries to sell it on Akuzon as a personal item created by Christopher Peugeot.....

♡ His mug is always filled with coffee for recipe experiments or writer’s fuel. Oftentimes, you will visit Purgatory Hall to find Simeon expertly pouring steamed milk into his mug to finish off the newest menu item on The Angel’s Halo. “Mc, you came just in time. Would you like to try our Special Blend Coffee with Cloudy Sheep Latte Art?? Ꮚ • ⌄ •Ꮚ ”

♡ Luke is intent on making a perfect mug to pair with his sweets!! With Simeon’s encouragement, he happily sculpts a classic mug with everyone. Originally, he thought of painting assorted desserts on his mug…….then he considered the consequences of Beel’s reaction. To which he switched to a design of Celestial Realm imagery and the human world constellations he had learned from Michael!!

♡ At one point, someone *cough* Mammon *cough*  points out how cute and little Luke’s mug looks in comparison to everyone else’s creations. “Aww, isn’t this mug just like the Chihuahua??” “Ehh?? That wasn’t my intention!! It’s just that all of you consume bigger portions than me!! ໒  •̀ ﻌ •́ ७ ”

♡ Solomon’s mug looks exactly like what you’d expect from a sorcerer. Being familiar with various historical models of pottery and symbolic magical tools, it isn’t a surprise for him to come up with a special mug which may have mystical properties and functions. (It reheats his drinks.) Combining his skills in art and sorcery, Solomon effortlessly creates a vintage mug decorated with magical runes and embellishments  (∩^o^)⊃━☆゜.*  

♡ The finished mug is a gorgeous piece of pottery…...until Solomon uses it for his beverage concoctions. Suddenly, in everyone’s eyes, the work of art has become a sinisterly deceptive vessel for logic-defying poison. “Do you want a sip, Mc?? You won’t believe how good black coffee tastes with bloodberry sauce and devil’s chili peppers.”

♡

To my darling Belphewhore friend who proofread and contributed to this work:: No, you did not see me simping for S*lomon. Thank you very much for your assistance <3

Tagging:: @sunny-xty @panicattheattic @luminari-mc @kitsune-oji​ @souielle​ @moemoemammon​​ @dorkus-mcdingus​

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Diavolo's Cousin from Hell - Lesson 5 (Obey Me! x Female!MC/Reader)

@strawberry-moonpies Ello! Hope that you've been well these days. May this chapter bring even just a smither of joy to your day. After all, it's not often we get to see Asmodeus being so envious. 😏 Let me know what you think. Enjoy, and take care!

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Other work: A Lil' Oopsie

Diavolo's Cousin from Hell mini-series:

Prologue | Lesson 1 | Lesson 2 | Lesson 3 | Lesson 4 | Lesson 5 | Lesson 6

He was never one to be jealous. For, why would he? Everyone loves him! Alluring light orange-yellow gradient eyes rivaled Medusa, silky champagne-coloured hair, soft supple skin, and his honeyed voice as seductive as an incubus. All eyes were on him wherever he went - luxurious parties, extravagant events, even his social media had an abundance of followers who were dying to know more about him.

Usually, whenever MC cooked, he'd have her serve his plate first after secretly removing his brothers' plates and, in return, shower her with compliments throughout the meal. After all, a beautiful lady with excellent culinary skills deserves the attention of the Avatar of Lust. Ah, he still remembers the look of jealousy on his brothers' faces when he managed to fluster MC~

However, how very unfortunate for him, there he found himself sitting at the table with a pout plastered on his face, his right hand gripping the metal spoon tightly. The half-eaten stew was now ignored as his focus was on his favourite human serving food to the demon brat and even occasionally helping him wipe off the bits of bread crumbs from his cheeks.

He hated it.

That atrocious scene, this ugly churn in his gut, that look of dissatisfaction he's wearing, this entire situation...

He despised it all.

Satan was the first to notice the fifth-born brother's displeasure. "Aren't you being a little too obvious?" he asked, whispering.

Asmodeus leaned over and remarked, "Then so be it. Seriously, who does he think he is occupying MC's time after barging into our house like that?"

"To be fair, it was MC who invited him over," the Avatar of Wrath reminded. "As much as all of us despise him, MC should've asked us first before making a decision. But what's done is done. The least we can do is tolerate him for the next two weeks. For MC's sake."

But the champagne-haired demon, with his lips pursed as he pouted, reluctantly muttered, "Fine." It's all for MC's sake, he reminded himself before shoving another spoonful of stew into his mouth.

Dinner might've been over, but alas, the same couldn't be said about the discontentment Asmodeus was feeling. As he paced back and forth inside his room - one hand placed beneath his chin with the other supporting his elbow - his mind began scheming. Of course, not before cursing a certain demon prince for hogging MC all to himself.

What if, he pondered, he asked MC to join him for a spa night? Just the two of them inside his private bathroom, soaking themselves in a tub of warm water where he'd use one of his limited edition bath bombs he often received from the monthly PR packages. He'd rummage through his wardrobe to find some of his finest silk bathrobes, one for him and another for MC. Ah, yes! One shall not forget the champagne to end the night. Away from his brothers; away from that guest. Yes, he'll proceed as such.

And so there he was, already on his way to MC's room, walking with a little skip in his step as he hummed a delightful tone. Upon reaching her door, he knocked on it. "Oh, MC!" he said in a sing-song voice. "Are you in there? I have a little surprise for you~"

There was no response.

"MC? Are you in there?"

He knocked again, only to be greeted with silence.

"I'm entering now, okay?"

He twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open. There was no MC, however. Strange, he thought, where could she have gone to? Nevertheless, the Avatar of Lust was never one to give up easily, not when he'd planned such a romantic evening with her.

Asmodeus, eventually, pulled out his D.D.D. and began typing:

Asmodeus: MC~ Where are you?

MC: I'm in Balial's room. MC: What's up?

This can't be. How the hell did that demon manage to reach her first?

Asmodeus: Aw... Asmodeus: I was thinking that we could have a spa night. Asmodeus: Just the two of us ♡ Asmodeus: What say you?

Please say yes, he prayed. How ironic, for a demon to pray that a human would spend time with him. Anything; just don't say-

MC: Thanks for the offer, but I'm afraid we'll have to raincheck it. MC: Balial wanted to experience building a blanket fort after seeing some pictures from the human world. MC: Would you like to join us? MC: I'm sure there's plenty of room for the three of us. MC: Plus Merihem, if he's interested, that is.

Oh, dear sweet MC. If only you knew how your kind soul had easily broken his heart.

Asmodeus: It's okay. Asmodeus: You two can have your fun. Asmodeus: I'd rather have you all to myself~

MC: Okay!

Come to think of it, that's his first time getting rejected.

And he despised it.

[indiavolojones]

also a long... long time ago someone asked me for an artist!mc wanting to draw satan. I still 100% want to do it, but here’s a little placeholder in the meantime!!

Satan intensely examines the framed work in front of him--you think that it might be some kind of… statement on fertility? There’s definitely a feminine figure in the garish swathes of puke green. Maybe. Could also be a peanut. If you squint and tilt your head, it kind of looks like an animal? 

You’ve never had an eye for this sort of thing, only agreeing to come because Satan had invited you.

hope u guys don’t mind i completely veered off the request path.. but here’s something short!!

1.3kish words, gen, satan/gender neutral!mc 

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“Mammon would be furious if he knew he missed you like this,” he grins, bowing and holding his hand out. 

The outfit is… fancier than anything you’ve ever really worn in front of the brothers. It’s perfectly tailored to your body thanks to Asmo, the vest cinched at your waist like one of Lucifer’s. It accentuates the slight curve of your waist, enticingly settling at the small of your back. 

Your brows raise at the outstretched hand, before rolling your eyes and snorting at the gesture. Satan looks like he expects you to playfully bat his hand away with some flustered complaint. To his surprise, you take his hand, and lace your fingers with his. 

Satan’s eyes widening is a sweet reward in itself. 

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The art exhibit Satan takes you to is far fancier than Satan had led you to believe, so with each passing devil appraising you, you’re glad you let Asmo guide you into his closet for an outfit upgrade. 

Satan is dressed in a casual sports jacket and fitted slacks, but his natural good looks and the undeniable power radiating off him would have made him a knockout even if he was wearing a tracksuit. (Maybe. That actually sounds hilarious.)

You fiddle with the hem of the vest, at the quintessential, billowy-sleeved Asmo shirt he’d paired with it. You look like you belong in a fantasy novel as a princely character, but perhaps that’s what Asmo intended. If you had any doubts about how different your outfits are, the worries are blown out of the water by the sheer chaos of Devildom “high fashion”.   

Besides, Satan seems to like it, if his constant gentle touches mean anything.  

By comparison to the eccentric shades of Devildom fashion (some more... daring than others...), the art itself is nothing exciting. Once you’ve sipped enough champagne to calm your nerves, you realize that the art is actually... 

Terrible. 

You’ve seen some god-awful art up in the human realm, but it’s almost comforting to know that there are also snobby devil artists with bad technique and signatures as big as their egos. But… Satan likes it? You think. 

You’re not quite sure, honestly, and you don’t want to offend him by saying anything negative. He stares at every framed work with an intensity that would burn through the canvas if looks could kill. Sometimes it’s a few seconds, sometimes several minutes, but Satan will nod once he’s finished appraising the canvas, and then move on to the next one.

Almost without fail, he will place his hand on your waist or the small of your back and lead you to another… suspect… painting.

Satan intensely examines the framed work in front of him --you think that it might be some kind of… statement on fertility? There’s definitely a feminine figure in the garish swathes of puke green. Maybe. Could also be a peanut. If you squint and tilt your head, it kind of looks like an animal? You’ve never had an eye for this sort of thing, only agreeing to come because Satan had invited you. 

“This isn’t your kind of date,” Satan states, and you jump, looking at him with cinched brows. 

“I never said that--” Satan rolls his eyes.

“You’ve spent more time looking at me than at the art.” 

You’re a work of art is the infantile comeback that comes to mind, but you don’t have the strength to be so bold or cheesy. Crossing your arms sheepishly, you look anywhere but at him. 

“I… You seemed interested, and I didn’t want to tell you no?” You admit, and Satan sighs, like he’s not sure what he’s going to do with you. “Did you…” You fumble over the words, “Did you like this one?” 

Satan blinks as he looks at you, his head tilted. Huffing with amusement at what he finds in your expression, he shakes his head. He looks back at the painting and squints at it. 

“Honestly, no. It’s gaudy, the technique is terrible, and I’m sure the artist was drunk the entire time. There’s Demonus stains in the corner here.” he groans, pointing at the out-of-the-ordinary purple splotches that don’t match any of the other materials used. You can’t help the glee that fills your chest at Satan admitting that he also thinks these works are absurd--there’s relief as well. 

You’re not sure if you’d be able to stand another hour of this. 

“Why would anyone buy this?” You ask, and Satan looks at you helplessly. 

“I have no idea. Art is subjective, but most modern art makes me furious,” Satan says, shoulders shrugging, “Sometimes I try to stop and really, really look at the piece. Usually that works. I suppose if I bend over backwards, I can start to maybe piece together whatever asinine meaning the artist intended.” 

“What if you end up still hating it?” you question. Satan huffs. 

“Then I buy it,” Satan’s gaze shifts to look at you from the corner of his eyes, and he can’t help his wicked smirk, “And I use it for kindling.”

“What?” you ask, eyebrows cinched together. Satan holds his hands up noncommittally, and you shake your head with a fond, disbelieving laugh, “You’re terrible.” 

“You think so? Let’s just get on with the second part of our date. I think you’ll enjoy it much more,” Satan hums, and before you have a chance to ask, he’s looking out into the crowd. 

“Malphas!” Satan calls, and waves a hand over at a timid looking demon in an older suit. 

The demon, Malphas, shuffles over with a toothy smile--it was far too easy for Satan to get his attention in this crowd. Was the demon waiting for Satan to call him over? He shakes hands with Satan, grabbing the brother by the forearm in an enthusiastic greeting.  

“Satan! I’m glad you could make it,” he rasps, a row of sharp, tiny teeth in the demon’s mouth bared in what you think is a smile. 

“No, thank you for the invite.” Satan is charming--you’ve always thought so, but to watch him interact with anyone not you or his own family is an interesting change of pace. Malphas seems to be tripping over himself to gain Satan’s approval, even as his beady black eyes flicker between the two of you. Satan gestures at you with one hand, placing the other hand on the small of your back. 

You flush at the contact.

“Malphas, this is our human exchange student,” Satan says your name, and you extend a hand out to him. Malphas blinks down at your hand, as if it will burn him, and you realize that with how little you know of demons.  

Even if you forget when you’re amidst the brothers, there are quite a few devils who are hesitant about Diavolo’s integration ideals. You trust that Satan would never let you come to any harm from them, though. Malphas coughs, but then he’s bringing a small, clawed hand up to yours. His skin is clammy, and a strange texture, but you both manage the handshake under Satan’s careful watch. 

At the civilized shaking of your hands, Satan beams, “Malphas is the gallery owner. He invites me to shows for up-and-coming artists, and I attend when I can.” The brothers often comment on Satan’s popularity, with varying reactions of disbelief and envy, but getting to live it is a whole other experience in itself.

"Listen, Malphas," Satan points at the painting in front of you, "I'd like to buy this painting." Satan winks at you from the corner of his eyes, and you glance at the demon to see if he noticed Satan's wink. Malphas, however, only wrings his hands together and lets out a pleased growl, nodding his head. "Bill it to my account."

"Excellent choice, my lord," he chirps, almost like a bird, "I will get this prepared for you immediately!" 

Malphas skitters off, leaving Satan smiling at you and you staring at him in utter confusion. The hand on the small of your back slides to your waist, and Satan’s holding you close to his side--the mere concept of Satan buying this shitty painting is still enough of a distraction that you don’t immediately burst into flames at it. The opulence of this gallery opening also screams expensive. Satan hadn’t even asked for the price? You have so many questions. 

"But this… is awful?" You ask, trying to picture where the hell Satan would hang this. Its bright colors don't match the interior of his bedroom at all; if Satan were to hang this, you'd never be able to not see it. 

Another mischievous quirk of his lips, and realization dawns on your face. 

Oh.

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Satan has an interesting definition of fun. 

Something about the ingredients inside the paint used on Devildom works causes a spectacular chemical reaction. You wonder how many poor portraits have fallen prey to Satan’s sadism--but remembering the work itself, you’re not particularly bothered.  

Ashes and paint dirty the sleeves of Asmo’s shirt and you worry about getting the stains out, but then Satan’s sidling up behind you... and you’re sure Asmo will forgive you if you compliment him enough! Probably!

Satan’s height allows him to rest his chin on your shoulder as you both stare into the makeshift bonfire, his arms wrapped loosely around your center.

“I thought you were joking,” you snort as the bright red smoke billows up into the Devildom sky. 

Satan’s hot puff of laughter tickles the hair by your ear. 

[meenah-chan]

Brothers and a Broken Bone

An OM! GN! MC fanfiction (OM! Brothers & Now-dateables + Luke)

2.42k words

Genre: flangst probably

Trigger Warning: blood, broken bone, violence (probably) Self depreciation? Still, read at your own discretion.

A chaotic family. A fight broke out and then... "Snap!"

They were on the way to the Demon Lord's Castle. Being like their usual selves, seven demons of varying personalities is chaotic.

"I'll definitely kill you Mammon if you're not able to get my platinum Seraphim figurine back!"

"Stop fussin' around already! It's just a figurine—"

"Just a figurine?! That's the last limited edition platinum Seraphim figurine released during the final episode of Seraphim of the End! There are only 5 of it ever produced in the whole three realms!" ...extremely chaotic.

"Shut it, you're so so damn loud."

"Loud?! Then let me rip that useless ears off you!" Whilst just a few blocks away from the castle, the purple demon suddenly transformed and spring towards his scummy brother.

"Stop it already. You're making a scene—" Before Satan could finish his sentence, the book he's holding was hit by Mammon's stray hand and flew, knocking Beelzebub's burger off his hands.

"My... Burger..." Losing concentration he lost grip of Belphegor, who is on his back.

On his fall, Belphegor squash Asmodeus to the ground, who then broke a nail.

"My book..."

"My beautiful nails..."

"Mngh... the hell..."

A burger splattered on the floor. A dented book coated with mayo and ketchup. A broken nail. An interrupted sleep.

... Extremely chaotic indeed.

Simultaneously the demon brothers transformed, ready to join the brawl.

"Stop this, you fools!" A riot is the last thing Lucifer wants a few blocks away from Diavolo's abode. Yet, his words falls on deaf ears, causing a set of horns and wings to sprout from him.

And the eldest joins the battle.

Then there's MC, a mere human. "Hey! No fighting guys!!" ...with no one who want to listen to.

"Don't hurt each other!!" Still nothing.

They move closer and took a deep breath, but this time, they're eager to use a bit of force through their pacts. "CUT IT—Aww." yet before they could, they fail miserably. Knocked by whoever the brother is, MC lost their balance.

They twist to hopefully resist their fall. Still, MC's footing failed and instead fall face first.

Snap!

As if a twig cracks, Leviathan and Mammon's attention was drawn to the unsettling sound. And as if on cue— Lucifer, Beelzebub, Satan and Belphegor's eyes followed.

A few feet away from them sits MC, blood profusely dripping off their nose.

MC rose on their feet but in a second, "Ahh..." They glanced on their lower right and lift their arm, as if nothing is bleeding.

Following the human's line of vision, blood suddenly drained from everyone's face. Well, except for the human themself.

"AHHHH!!" A shriek from Mammon and Asmodeus.

"Y/N!?" A shocked yell from Lucifer, Beelzebub and Satan.

"..." And a choked silence from Leviathan and Belphegor.

"...It broke." at the end of their arm limply dangles their forearm from the elbows. MC just looked at it as if nothing's out of place. They then glance to the stiff brothers a few feet away from them. "So, y'all cool down a bit?"

The brothers are anything but cooled down. They are so terrified they couldn't even move on their s spot.

And as if to trigger the demon brothers alot more, they swish their arm a little bit, the dangling forearm swinging like pendulum.

The first one to return to his composure is Lucifer, pulling out a handkerchief to stop the bleeding of Y/N's nose.

Satan followed, removing his blue jacket and sling their right arm around their neck. "I can't find anything hard to support your arm so please make do with this for now... damn, that fucking hardbound book's useless..." He mumbled the last phrase gritting his teeth.

"... Let's head to the Demon Lord's Castle first." Lucifer may looked he is composed outside but inside, he is a total mess. Everytime he loosens the pressure of his hand on their nose, blood will come dripping off with no sign of clotting at all. Just a bit more of ant stimuli and he will certainly be panicking like his brothers.

Noticing it, MC took the handkerchief from Lucifer and hold it in place themself.

Beel on the other hand towers over them and carry them.

"Does it hurt? Am I the one who hit you?" A crying Mammon hovers over them, hesitant of touching a single strand of his human.

"O-Of course it hurts, you idiot! We just broke MC's arms!" Leviathan is also a crying mess, standing beside Mammon.

"Not really. It is throbbing but numb." They reeled their arm once more, alerting everyone.

"DON'T DO THAT!!" They all yelled in sync.

"Hahahahahaha!! Looked at that priceless faces. Are you in a choir?"

"Hey, no fooling around! You're injuries are serious!" Asmodeus snaps.

"What if you worsen it?! You want to lose your arm, huh?!" Belphegor added.

"Why would I listen to any of you?" MC raised an eyebrow.

"Stop being childish and unreasonable. We're just thinking about you."

"Ohoh~? Did I heard it right? Childish and unreasonable? Aren't you describing yourselves awhile ago before injuring me with your bickering?" Condescending laugh. They received an insulting laugh from a mere human, yet no one utter a single word for defense.

Amidst the chaos, three forms appears opposite to their destination. "Hey guys, aren't you going to the Demon Lord's Castle too? What are you doing in the middle of the road?" As Simeon, Luke and Solomon approached the frozen brothers, MC jump off Beel's grasp and went to them.

"MC, what's with that jacket?" Luke held the hem of their shirt with a concerned look.

"It's nothing, just broke my arm. Come on, let's go to Diavolo and leave that matured and reasonable bunch." MC is smiling but the three could hear the spite in their voice.

"Wait—You WHAT?!" The eyes of the three almost bulged out of their skulls in surprise.

"Don't worry, I can't feel it. Let's go before the numbness disappears."

Through Solomon's magic, they manage to stop the bleeding and hold the arm from swinging. The four arrived at the the Demon Lord's Castle safely, leaving the brothers behind.

"MC, what happened?" As soon as he sees their state, Diavolo react fast and guide them to the nearest sofa.

"It was an accident. Is it possible to fix this?" Barbatos entered the room from a door different from what they used. He is carrying with him a first aid. Their guess is either— he left the room as he saw them or, he already predicted this will happen and came prepared. Either way, he didn't questioned them and instead act calm and efficiently as ever. Though when MC look closely, they can see an ever subtle crease between his brows.

Shortly after Barbatos appeared, the seven brothers arrived to the room, silently stayed in the corner.

"Solomon, I believe you have knowledge of healing spells, don't you?" Barbatos asked, wrapping the injured arm carefully yet fast.

"Yes, but it will take a few days to completely heal a torn ligament."

"I also have some speeding-up spells under my sleeves. I think combining it will heal MC's arm by daybreak." After Barbatos patch them up, Luke approach MC, with Simeon a step behind him.

"Are you o–okay? Does it hurt?" Teary-eyed he hold their knee, looking into their eyes.

With their uninjured hand they caress Luke's cheek, wiping the tears off his eyes. "It doesn't hurt at all. I will be alright in no time. A sweet little angel is blessing me after all."

"That's right Luke. Solomon and Barbatos are also forming a spell to return MC's arm to normal."

"Now, listen everyone." Diavolo stood in the middle of the room, calling everyone's attention. "I believe MC and the brothers have something to discuss in private. While Barbatos and Solomon are constructing a spell in the next room, I hope Simeon and Luke to come with me to give them privacy."

"I bet they are the one who caused MC's injuries! I don't want to leave MC alone with them!"

"It'll be okay Luke. They will be careful and won't do it the second time. Am I right, guys?" Simeon spoke calmly to soothe Luke but a hint of distaste still managed to reach the ears of the brothers. "Now come, let's leave them for a while." A reassuring smile from MC to Luke, and a thankful nod from Lucifer, to Diavolo and Simeon are passed before the others left the room.

"MC..." Approaching them, the brothers line up in row a meter away from them, Lucifer speaking in the middle of the line. "We would like to apologize for our... foolishness. Won't you forgive us? We're ready to do anything to earn you again."

"... I'm not really angry with you guys. Just upset and disappointed, with myself. Well, maybe I'm also sad because of you."

"MC..."

"Quarrels are normal with siblings. But it hurts to see you guys on each other's neck, ready to kill each other any moment. I mean, we're family. I should be able to stop you guys from doing something you'll definitely regret later. Yet here I am, a mere weak human who couldn't even do anything about it."

"It was like you guys calling me a family is nothing but a title. That without the pact, I am but a useless design that would crumble at a slight flick. I'm so weak and useless it's so upsetting."

"You're not weak nor useless!!" Mammon yelled.

"Yes I am. Look at this arm that snapped like a flimsy twig." MC slightly raised the arm with broken bone, which is starting to throb in pain. Pain that will definitely cause their tears anytime soon. Yet despite the pain still not surfacing completely, a greater pain within their chest caused tears to fall anyways.

"Look at me MC," Lucifer knelt in front of them, wiping the tears away from their eyes, "You, by any means, are not a weak person."

"Staying by our side after everything that happened, shows that you're a strong person." Satan strokes their head, smiling.

"That's because I really love you all. Because I want to be with you."

"We love you too, MC." Asmodeus also knelt beside Lucifer, taking their hand to his lips for a kiss.

"You're the most precious person to us, MC. We don't want you sad so please smile."

"Y–You know you're the Henry of my life! I vow I won't cause you pain. No–I'll protect you from all the sufferings in this world the best that I can!" Standing behind Lucifer, Leviathan fist-pumped.

"You're the best cuddle partner for me. Get well soon so we can take a nap without any problems." hugged MC from behind, burrying his face on the crook of their neck.

Mammon had enough. "Let go, you pricks! No touching to my human! What if you worsen their injury, huh?!" He especially tried peeling the fifth and seventh born from their intimate touch with MC.

"You're just jealous you couldn't hug them."

"Or kiss their hand." Asmodeus planted another peck onto their palm.

"N–No, of c–course not!" Mammon blushed profusedly while he held his hands over Asmodeus to stop him the third time.

"Pfft—Hahahahahahaha!" Being able to lift the pain off themself and hearing the brothers cheer them up, MC laughed with light heart, also lifting the veil of sadness and guilt from the brothers' chests.

The room was filled with smiles and laugh, fortifying the bonds of the big family they have.

"I'm sorry for interrupting everyone,"

"GWAAAHHHH!!" Leviathan and Mammon screamed in surprise as Barbatos appeared in the room with neither warning nor sound. Not only the purple and whitehead was taken aback. Everyone went stiff for a second except MC who is facing the door directly and saw Barbatos enter.

"The spell is done in the other room. If you may allow me, I would like to take MC."

On the doorway stood Solomon, holding back his laughter from the scene, engraving the comical shocked faces of everyone to the back of his mind.

"You could've knocked before entering you know..." Satan sighed.

"Forgive me for my rudeness, but I would like to bring them as soon a possible." Barbatos slightly bowed with his usual formal smile.

"... I see. Please do." Lucifer held his temple for a second before rising on his feet and giving way to the butler. If he knew, the butler definitely did it intentionally as a payback.

"If you'll excuse me." Barbatos took MC's other hand and in a snap, sling it to his nape, carrying MC in his arms like a princess.

"Oi! Let go! I'll carry them myself!" Mammon yelled at Barbatos' action. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that."

"Yeah, you might drop MC from being too flustered." Asmodeus agreed, squealing at the thrilling sight before him.

"Beel, you carry MC." Belphegor nudged his twin. "Okay, I will."

"No, I don't think that's possible." Diavolo entered the room, interrupting any more attempt of the demon brothers of taking MC. Simeon is with him, while Luke made a beeline to his baking teacher and MC.

"Now that you settled everything with MC, we will now discuss your punishment for the incident."

"...What?" Belphegor and Satan raised an eyebrow from the Crown Prince's statement.

"Yes. Punishment. I entrusted MC in your care thinking you can protect them. Instead you caused them pain. I'll be lying if I said I'm not disappointed."

Although Lucifer thought of the possibility of punishment but to hear the word disappointed from Diavolo's lips, directed at him, his loyal prospect hits him hard.

"...Yes. I understand, Diavolo."

The stunned faces of the brothers, including Lucifer pulled the last string of composure within Solomon, freeing the dam of his loud laughter. Simeon also chuckled with him.

"Okay, let's start. Barbatos, Solomon, proceed to the other room to tend MC's injuries. Simeon will also help with the discussion."

"As you wish, Young Master." "Okay." Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon replied simultaneously.

"Will do. How about you, Luke?"

"I'll go with MC."

"W–Wait! Can't we just settle this without any punishment? MC did say they're fine already. Right, MC?" Mammon held Barbatos halfway to the exit.

"As much as I want that, I can't really oppose Diavolo's decision. And you did dig what you sow, so... Condolence, I guess?"

"You heard her." Diavolo added.

"B–But, BUT—"

"MAMMOOOON..."

"EEK—!"

And thus, the trial begins.

I dunno why I wrote this seriously 😂🤣 I just thought I want to write a comedy fanfic with all the characters but I just noticed my plot is a bit dark to make this a comedy at all. So I made it a fluffy angst instead sksksksk 😆😆✌️

Also posting A Smear of Blood soon after.

Masterlist

[twiceasfrustrating]

Cursed Film

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Satan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Asmodeus (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Beelzebub (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)

Additional Tags: AU(?), Curse, historically inaccurate ancient Egypt, Hollywood understanding of ancient Egypt,

Summary: Nothing about this seems right... Since when have you been a pharaoh?

A/N: If you ever wonder how crazy some of my requests get... I love crazy requests, but some of them are very difficult

Full disclosure, MC in this collection of fics is originally AFAB but that never comes up in the fic so I have marked it as GN.

As far as I am concerned, this is about the same level of insanity as an AU Event so *shrugs*

Word Count: 2128

Something was very wrong, but you couldn't quite put your finger on what it was. As you sat upon your golden throne, overlooking the large hall where you'd see people who came to lavish you with praise, favors, and reports of what was happening, you couldn't help but feel like you were forgetting something. Or, maybe you were remembering something incorrectly?

"Are you alright?" A deep voice asks from your side. You glance over to see deep ruby eyes staring down at you from where Lucifer stands just slightly behind your left side.

You give him a small smile, "I am perfectly fine."

"You aren't lying to us are you, Darling?"

Your attention is pulled to your right knee, where Asmodeus is lying against you like a spoiled cat. Which, of course he was. He was the jewel of the desert, so of course he was offered such a coveted position at your side.

"I promise. I am merely having a thought." The sentence felt stiff as it came out of your mouth, even though it was the formality that someone in your position was used to.

"If you insist," Lucifer said. You don't know why, but you expected him to put up more resistance than that… but why would he? You were the pharaoh. Your words were absolute and your declarations the will of heaven, so he would have no reason to protest. It just felt like something he would do…

You ran a hand through Asmo's hair, finding it relaxing to stroke him as one would a pet. He made no objection to the treatment, instead leaning into the attention even more.

"Lucifer, tell me: have I forgotten something important?"

For the briefest of moments it seemed realization flashing in his eyes, but it was gone just as quickly, "I believe you are supposed to receive a visitor from Helena today. They arrived late last night and decided to see you in the morning."

"What type of visitor?" You couldn't recall news of their arrival, but something in your head told you this was familiar somehow.

"A man claiming to be a prince and his entourage. Beel and Belphie were sent to welcome and retrieve them. As for Mammon, well, he is the one that brought them."

“I see. Tell Satan to come as well.” If the guest claimed to be a prince, you had a feeling that a scribe would be useful to document what happened during his audience.

Lucifer bowed slightly to you, “As you wish.”

With your orders in mind, he left your side to find Satan who seemed none too pleased when he arrived with parchment and a reed.

“May I ask why my pharaoh has called upon me?” His smile was pulled tight, a clear sign that he was barely holding back his boiling rage at being interrupted during whatever it was he was doing.

“There’s a prince coming to visit us. I would like to have you here to make sure that everything discussed during the meeting is recalled exactly as it was said should it come up again later.” Peace and war were often decided on such matters, after all.

He sighed, but nodded, “Of course. I would be honored to be of use to my pharaoh.” And that was the final word that would be said as you proceeded to wait for this supposed prince’s arrival.

~~~

The sound of the large doors that lead to your throne room opening was unmissable. They boomed and echoed like the sounds of great pillars falling all around you, nearly giving you a headache. Still, you maintained your composure as you looked out toward the guests that had come to see you. It was a large man dressed in rather elegant trimming flanked by both a green haired man that held himself with immense pride and calm as he walked and the other being a brown haired man who appeared to be looking around in confusion.

Trailing behind them inside was your guard Beel who, if you were honest, really knew how to look the part of an intimidating force. No one would suspect that he was actually a puppy dog of a man. Belphie looked rather annoyed as came in with them. He wasn’t a soldier like his brother. Instead, he was simply someone who acted on your behalf when you couldn’t for yourself.

Leading the pack, however, was Mammon; your acting envoy who seemed beyond pleased with himself. How could he not be? He’d brought you an entire prince to speak to. Damn, he was good at his job.

He actually smiled too widely as he came to a stop in front of you, “Look what I brought ya!”

You could almost hear the groan that went around the room before Lucifer narrowed his eyes and glared at mammon, “Formalities.”

“Oh, yeah…” He cleared his throat and stood up straight motioning to the guests, “Presenting Prince Diavolo and in entourage from the far off kingdom of-”

Mammon couldn’t even finish the introduction before Diavolo started laughing, “How amusing, don’t you think Barbatos?”

“It certainly is entertaining, young master.” The green haired man responded.

“They make a splendid pharaoh, although I don’t think it’s right to deviate off script like this…” Simeon thought it would cause more issues in the long run than anything.

“Surely it can’t hurt to-”

“Hmh!” Lucifer loudly cleared his throat to get their attention again, “You came to meet with our pharaoh. Show them proper respect.”

Diavolo looked onward in shock, “Lucifer…”

Huh? That was strange. Had anyone mentioned Lucifer’s name yet? How did this prince know it? And he used it so casually. Ugg! Your head hurt…

Simeon cleared his throat this time, “I apologize. We came to discuss a treaty, but we seem to have gotten distracted.”

“Do you speak on behalf of your prince?” You ask, staring the man down.

“Certainly not. I am only trying to get back on script.” He bowed to you politely before looking back to Diavolo.

“Oh… yes…” He looked disappointed, but continued, “We came to make a treaty with your kingdom.”

You looked around the room to see the reactions of the others. Lucifer was stoic faced, Satan was furiously writing everything said, Beel looked confused, Asmo looked near bored, Mammon was still grinning with pride, and Belphie looked skeptical at best. In other words, none of them were being helpful.

“Lucifer, get Levi,” if they wanted a treaty, your General would be the one who understood the situation the best.

~~~

“It’ll probably be fine…” Was all Levi had to say about the situation, “We’re not at war or anything at the moment, so it won’t hurt. The only downside is that we’d have to give up some of our crops, but we get plenty every year and no one is expecting a bad season any time soon. The extra forces they’re offering would be useful if we went to battle with any of our neighbors…”

“So, are you cosigning this proposal?” You ask, trying to get straight to the point.

“I guess so…”

“Splendid!” Diavolo beamed, “Does that mean we’re free to get out of here then?”

“I suspect we would already be out of here if it were that simple, young master.” Barbatos clarified.

“But that’s how the film goes…” Diavolo mumbled under his breath, seeming to only catch your attention.

“There’s a scene after this one if I remember correctly...” Simeon answered him in kind, “Where they meet a wiseman in the garden.”

“So we have to wait until nightfall?”

“Pardon me?” You ask, wondering what they are talking about. Before anyone can answer you, your head begins to throb again, “Nevermind. Please leave. Satan can write up the specifics of the treaty and confirm them with you later.”

You felt like you needed to lie down. Belphie rushed to the front of the crowd, reaching a hand out for you as if he could tell just how tired you suddenly were. He looked out at the crowd, “The pharaoh will be taking their leave now.”

~~~

Time seemed to be playing a trick on you as you awoke once again. It seemed like only moments ago that you were speaking to everyone, but now you were somewhere else completely. Perhaps your memories were faulty. Especially since you didn’t recall coming outside… and you definitely didn’t remember it being night time already.

You stared into the vast sky overhead, watching the stars twinkle above your head and feeling that even the view was wrong still. There was no way the sky looked like this in your memories. There wasn't nearly enough light pollution to match what made sense to you. Wait … what is light pollution?

You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts which are suddenly racing at a mile a minute. Nothing makes sense. Everything is all wrong and doesn't match the world you remember falling asleep in, but this is the only world you know. But there shouldn't be a sun and everything was far too soft, and you weren't a pharaoh, and those men weren't your harem but your boyfriends…

The water beneath you is clear as a mirror as you drop to your knees. You grip your head, feeling like it is splitting apart and the pain becomes unbearable. You pant and breathe heavily, trying to keep yourself held together but also feeling how quickly you are failing.

"There you are," a voice calls from behind you.

The pain doesn't subside as you look back, finding a man who you have never seen before and who should not be on the palace grounds. You open your mouth to scream for someone to come to your aid, but your head throbs again and you can do nothing other than continue to grip it.

The mysterious man quickly steps toward you, hands outreached to steady you on your feet and help hold you off. You are too tired to fight against him and free yourself. It hurts too much…

"I'm sorry," the man says, "I didn't realize it was this bad already."

"Huh?"

"It's okay." He shushes you and runs a gentle hand across your forehead, seeming to take some of your pain, "You just need to relax and stop fighting against your memories. It'll all be better then."

"What do yo- Who are you?" He looks so familiar…

"You already know, don't you?"

No. You don't.

"I wouldn't mind being here a bit longer but I don't think anyone else would appreciate it." His pale white hair shadowed his eyes, even in the darkness, as a thin smile worked its way across his face, "You know this isn't right, don't you? This isn't the world you come from or the one you remember. The film's almost over, so it's time to get out of here. If you keep fighting we'll have to do this all again for who knows all long."

The pain in your head came back with a vengeance as memories of a different world and time began to slip in again. You tried to push them down along with the ache.

"Don't fight it," he places his hands on yours to try and center your thoughts, "Let those memories flow in. Remember where you really belong, because this isn't it."

"I don't-" you shook your head, "It hurts, Solomon."

That name… how did you know it?

"There you go." He smiles down at you, "You know, this is a very movie-esque understanding of… are we supposed to be in Egypt? It's pretty inaccurate. If you want a more accurate idea of what it was like, you could ask me. I didn't live there, but I am very familiar with it." He looks at the water in front of you, seeing how it bubbles and ripples as your real memories begin to tear this fake world apart, "You know, this is not the actual Egypt from my time, but it was nice to see it again. Even if it was only for a moment."

~~~

You wake with a start, drawing in a sharp breath as you sit up abruptly in your spot. Light enters your vision from the projector in front of you, the credits playing for the movie you had clearly just slept through. Your legs feel heavy as you stand up to turn it off and set the reel to rewind.

You feel as though you have just woken up from a strange dream that you can't quite recall, but no matter how much you think about it nothing comes to mind.

Whatever. Sometimes people just had strange dreams. Although given this was the Devildom, you doubted that a strange dream was just a strange dream...