#tags : obey me x gn ! mc

[bluewolfangel01]

Lucifer: "Mc what are you doing?"

Mc: "nothing."

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: "Beel, explain."

Beel: "They asked to sit on my shoulders to be tall."

Lucifer: "I see now. And why is it that you wanted to be tall Mc?"

Mc: "A strange innate desire for height and the high ground."

Lucifer: 😑

Lucifer: "And you agreed to this why Beel?"

Beel: "They made me food." 🥺

[zephyrchama]

You're in your room in the House of Lamentation, held down by the Avatar of Lust. He's got you secured in place just the way he wants you - back against the bed, face up towards the ceiling, eyes closed for the moment. He sits on your stomach with a brush in hand. Two heavy pouches are on your chest containing everything from basic moisturizer to specialized lip oils in a rainbow of colors.

"Just going to blend this a bit here," Asmodeus murmurs to himself. He adds another layer of eye shadow while returning to his story, recounting the time he watched a Little D try to rob a pastry shop. Absolutely hilarious, it was like a comedy sketch. You feel the gentle yet purposeful dab of the brush tugging at your skin and wonder if Asmodeus can see you blushing under the foundation he applied.

Every couple of minutes, he rakes his nails over your head as if moving hair aside. Powder is sprinkled on your face, making your nose tickle. You twitch and sniffle.

"Ah-ah! Patience!" he chides. The weight on your stomach shifts and the offending dust is blown off by a warm gust of Asmodeus' breath. It smells like berries. The sensation lingers on your mind more than the setting powder.

"Just leave everything to me. Your eyes are done now, so... Part your lips a little?"

His thumb is already on your lower lip, the rest of his fingers cupping your chin. You hear the clinking of glass as he roots around for something in the makeup bag. His pinky finger taps against your neck to the unmistakable rhythm of his favorite song. "That's my dear. Juuust like that."

His story now done, Asmodeus moves on to talking about his plans for the rest of the week. He's expecting a package from a new brand deal that's already been delayed twice and the company refuses to apologize. "Can you believe that?"

Your lips are wet and sticky from a fresh coat of... something artificially sweet. You don't respond, but his question was rhetorical anyway. On a whim, you flutter your eyes open. Asmodeus is leaning over you like a master craftsman lost in the trance of work. He's so close that the ceiling is totally obscured and you can almost make out your reflection in his pupils. It takes until he finishes swabbing something on your philtrum to notice that you're focused his way.

The instant he meets your gaze is obvious. He cracks a stunning smile, his face softens. He sets his tools aside, lining them up next to you. You feel his legs tighten around your ribs and he chokes back a giggle.

"Aah! I can't take this. You're so kissable, but that'd ruin all the work I just did! You're a sinful human, you know that?"

Asmodeus seems to be mulling over something in his head, but the way you smirk in response sends him over the edge. His lips are meeting yours. His palm hoists up the back of your head so he can make more skin contact without smearing your cheeks. The bags in his way prevent him from going overboard, but there's pressure on your chest as he pushes down to see just how far he can go.

With a final "mmph," he pulls away so you can breathe again, taking pleasure in the way your body moves to gasp down air. You wonder exactly what he's painting on your face, as his lips are a bright pink reminiscent of his sin color.

"There! Now we match."

[mammomlette]

OBEY ME YOUNGER BROTHERS AS SOULMATE TROPES!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3(WIP rn)]

Includes: Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, GN!Reader/MC

Warnings: Spoilers for lesson 16 in Belphies (not explicitly said but obvious foreshadowing for a twist), implied manipulation (Belphies) (not sure if that needs a warning but better safe than sorry)

Notes: I’m still quite new to fanfics and Tumblr, and honestly just writing in my free time in general so constructive criticism is defo encouraged!! Also I won’t lie to you, Satan did seem a tad ooc erm…

SATAN: writing/drawings on hands appear on eachother

* As soon as you turned 18, you noticed small phrases and notes appearing on your right hand

* It started off with small things like “page 562” or “British shorthair.” Just things to keep as a reminder or to be able to search it up later

* However, as time went by, the notes became a bit more… concerning

* Concerning book quotes from old literature, sometimes in other languages, and nefarious plans to prank someone called ‘Lucifer’

* Your soulmate plans to prank the devil himself. Haha. What a great idea.

* You brushed it off for a while, appreciating the occasional cat fact or chapter reminder and just ignoring the angry words about Lucifer.

* Eventually, you began to build up the courage to respond. Small things relating to things your soulmate wrote, like cat doodles (good or bad as your art skill may be) or going over the writing of the reminder when you notice it started to fade

* Not knowing if it was your place to write down your own notes or just not quite having that amount of bravery, you still did those little things to let your soulmate know that hey, you’re there and you’re always reading what they have to say.

* Satan thought he was hallucinating.

* Thousands of years spent just jotting things down to remind himself of things at a later date, frequently on his hand, and suddenly things started to change?

* He had wrote “British shorthair” on his palm in hopes of being able to look it up later, and a few minutes later he looks down to his palm to search it up and sees a… cat?? It’s really not clear. It’s round, with two points on the top of its head… yeah thats a cat.

* He’s become so obsessed he’s hallucinating badly drawn cats, which is probably a cause for concern, so naturally he confides in his brothers about this and is comforted that no he’s not hallucinating, however cats are just randomly appearing on his hand.

* They continue to appear, circles with two triangles, some looking better than others and some with more odd features likes birthday hats or weird outfits

* He finally decided to read up on what could be happening and was quickly met with the term ‘soulmates’

* He had heard of this a long time ago from one of his brothers while he was still young (for a demon) and brushed it off as a fairy tale. Why had his soulmate only started communicating with his just now?

* He moved on eventually and time passed, a new human being introduced to his home and his family.

* It took an embarrassingly long time to realise that his human was also his soulmate, it wasn’t until you were both just chilling in his room and you were doodling something next to some words on your arm that he noticed a cat appearing on his own arm.

* “Look! The cat thing is happening!” He shouted, a lot more emotion out into it that he would’ve liked due to the sheer shock

* You stopped what you were doing and look at his arm, the cat drawing having ceased its being drawn while you stared at the cat, face turning into shock and then seriousness. Because that is the cat that you just drew.

* “Satan.” You said, just staring into his eyes without any expression

* “Yes, MC?” He responded, worried at your monotony. His mouth then gaped open and you showed him your arm, cat half doodled next to the words “page 236, sticky notes needed”

* You both just made dead eye contact for a second before your eyes both began to flick back and forth and your lips slowly started to quiver

* Both of your sweet laughters filled the room, how ironic that such a common book trope would be what flew under Satan’s nose for so long.

ASMODEUS: soulmate telepathy

* Ever since you turned 18, you had been hearing a voice in your head.

* Not necessarily in a concerning way! In the way it happens when you and your soulmate have both turned 18 and can finally communicate.

* At first, you thought that you were hearing things. Things like “Ooo, this would be a great touch to my outfit! ♡” and “Can’t believe my bath wasn’t 3 hours long today…” flooding your mind. Since when were you SO picky about your clothes and hygiene, even when not in the process of dressing or washing? And since when were your baths 3 hours?

* Quickly though, you realised that this voice wasn’t your own. It was a melodic sounding voice that felt like honey and most definitely did not belong to you.

* You had heard from your family growing up and your friends recently that once you had become an adult you would be able to communicate with your soulmate through your thoughts, proof of the bond your souls shared, thoughts intertwining together.

* You found that whenever you were deep in thought and rambling to yourself you’d be met with a “hon, slow down” in your mind or that whenever you were trying to figure out an outfit your soulmate would chime in to offer their expert advice without hesitation

* No hesitation at all, because Asmo had waited his entire life for this.

* Thousands of years of life believing that he had no soulmate, destined to forever be a player

* So long spent reading and gushing over cute romance stories where soulmate meet and finding comfort in romcoms about that very topic, and here he was finally with his own soulmate in his mind

* The way you would thank him for his advice before his mind went quiet from your thoughts again until you later told him how well everything went and the way you would ramble internally to him without even realising you were connected to his mind made his heart flutter, even without your face your voice and soul were beautiful

* One day he had been summoned alongside his brothers to the student council room to welcome the new human exchange student. It was a hassle that could be spent doing something more productive like his skincare or extra time in the bath, but he was still just so excited he had to tell you how excited he was to meet the new human!

* “New human?” You thought, but had no response from your soulmate before you appeared inside of a council room in front of 5 attractive strange men.

* You panicked and were kind of in autopilot mode as a tall man in all red introduced you to your situation and a slightly-less-tall man in black started to introduce you to his brothers

* You still had small responses in your shock, and a certain demon recognised your voice.

* You were immediately snapped out of autopilot when you heard the voice of the second brother you were introduced to, an admitted handsome man with slightly-pink-tinted light brown hair and stunning orangeish eyes said “Oh come now. Really? You should be that you get to introduce such a sweet and charming little brother like me!” And you froze.

* You looked like a deer in headlights to lucifer who was trying to introduce you to a blonde demon, but to Asmo, you looked like the most beautiful creature to ever walk the three realms (asides from himself, naturally) and the only person worthy of him.

* Asmo saw beauty in everyone, but everyone else paled in comparison to your face in this moment and your voice every other previous time he had heard it.

* He looked at you with knowing eyes and your eyes finally softened from your shocked face, finally understanding what he meant earlier by “new human”

* It would take time for you to get used to being in a new world with a demon as your soulmate, it would take time for him to get used to loving someone more intimately than as lust, but you both had eachother and the bond that ties your minds together and that’s all you needed.

BEELZEBUB: you share (some of) your soulmate’s pain

* It was growing unbearable.

* The slight yet constant ache in your stomach, a pit that was never quite full.

* For years you mistook it for your own hunger, not sure if you should be eating more or not

* It was always there, always something that disctracted you whenever you were left alone in silence or trying to sleep at night, always waiting for you to finish a meal just to make you feel that familiar ache again.

* It was just insufferable.

* It wasn’t just the hunger, though. There would be times where your muscles would ache like you had been working out without a proper cool down or your arms felt like they had bruised from defending or blocking against something

* You inquired with your friends about this and were just told that it would be your soulmate. You shared pain with your soulmate, and your soulmate always seemed in pain

* It wasn’t a pain that came from attacks or falling, just a pit that always felt so empty it hurt but could never be filled.

* Was your soulmate starving to death? You wished there was a way to help them, to soothe the pain, but without knowing who they are there was no way to fix it.

* As of present, you had been sent into the devildom a few weeks ago and had began to slowly feel adjusted to the devildom and your roommates and you had grown fond of one in particular: Beelzebub, the avatar of gluttony.

* You sympathised with him and his constant hunger since you yourself always felt a small bit of this hunger, even if you’d learnt by now that it wasn’t yours to fix

* So naturally, you hung a round him more

* You spent time with him whenever you could just because you wanted to, accompanying him to the gym or treating him to Hell’s Kitchen or even just sitting with him when he was lonely and missing his brother who had gone to the human world

* And it felt like every time you gave him the food you were craving so much, that pit in your stomach was filled just a bit

* Always there, never going away, but it felt just that bit more bearable and ignorable for a short while

* Who knew you were such an empath?

* Of course it crossed your mind of that Beel could be your soulmate, but what are the chances? You dismissed the thought whenever it appeared, not wanting to get your hopes up

* However, your hopes were validated one night in the kitchen with Beel.

* You were preparing him a small snack, just cutting up some devildom-style bread for him when you accidentally put your finger down at the wrong time in the wrong place and cut it

* You hissed at the pain, putting down the knife to look at your finger and you thought you heard Beel grunt.

* “MC, are you okay?” He inquired, approaching you to look at your finger while slightly cradling his own for some reason

* “Uh, yeah, I just need a plaster or something, would you mind..?” “Yeah, of course.” He continued to clutch his finger while reaching for the cabinet, letting go for a second to open it and grab you a plaster

* “Are you okay? You’re holding your finger too.” You were slightly worried by his mannerisms even though you didn’t see a cut on his fingers.

* “Yeah, my finger just hurt all of a sudden. It’s fine though. Here, I’ll put the plaster on for you.”

* You fell into comfortable silence as he opened the plaster and began pressing in down, but he pressed down a bit too hard which hurt you, causing both of you to hiss.

* “Seriously Beel, are you okay?” He nodded. “Yeah, it’s just like whenever you get hurt my finger hurts too.”

* Lightbulb. You realised finally that those slight considerations were valid and the connection you felt with Beel was real. The hunger you felt wasn’t yours and the reason it was numbed when you gave him food is because it was his.

* He seemed to have realised this too, because he paused and looked at you, slowly smiling.

* “MC, I just realised something. I think that-“ you cut him off with a kiss, smiling now too.

BELPHEGOR: you have a countdown until your soulmate’s death

* Surely there was an error in the system.

* Call you crazy but you didn’t quite think that 378,691,205,018 seconds is applicable to the human life span.

* You had come to the conclusion that your soulmate was either non-existent and the universe was fucking with you or they were some kind of non human entity and obviously both of these answers were stupid but at least the former was possible.

* You’d grown accepting overtime that you didn’t have a soulmate unlike how most of your friends did and that you’d never have that sort of unconditional love

* Not having a soulmate wasn’t unheard of, just uncommon.

* And you got the short end of the stick. That’s all there was to it.

* UNTIL you got randomly abducted one day into literal hell where pretty much all beings there loved for thousands of years.

* ‘Maybe I have a chance now?’ You crossed the thought out from your mind. First of all, these were demons and most of them had made attempts on your life at some point or another, and secondly almost all of them either a) didn’t have a timer, which meant no soulmate, b) had an insanely high timer that you’d never be able to reach or c) had already found their soulmate

* You sighed to yourself and began to lose hope again, walking up the stairs to the attic

* A short while ago, you had found a human locked in the attic, who had asked you to help him. You clicked, something in that moment just felt like it had been put in place like the final puzzle piece so you trusted him without really knowing why

* But you had even more recently found out from his brother that he was bulshitting you and that he was probably the demon Belphegor, so now you just wanted to figure out what was going on

* You continued to march up the stairs and finally arrived at the attic to confront him or at least question him

* “Are you Belphegor?” You cut to the chase not wanting to bother with any more of his lies.

* He was silent for a second before grinning, devilish look that you’d expect from the decent ruler or the underworld gleaming in his eyes as he said “Aww, so you’ve already figured me out, have you? Well, you’re no fun at all.”

* You glared, and tried to decide whether declaring he was a liar or asking why he was a liar would be a better idea

* But he spoke up again before you could decide.

* “That timer on your neck, what does it say?”

* You paused, not knowing the exact number. “Um, like, there’s hundred billion seconds-ish? Why?”

* “Because I’m a demon. I’m going to live long enough to fulfil that. Look at my timer, here. It has 13,140,014 seconds. No demon would live that short.”

* “And is thirteen million a lot of time?”

* “About a human lifespan, bit under.”

* You hummed. It made sense to you looking at it at the moment, though you could’ve sworn it was a little bit under your guess, you trusted him.

* Why? He lied to you about being a human, so why do you trust him?

* Because he’s your soulmate. There’s no doubt in your mind. The click, the need to trust him, even seeing him in your dreams. It was right.

* So you believed him, and didn’t give the thirteen million seconds much question. You were going to save him, save your soulmate.

* Because thirteen million seems like a long time, and I guess it was long enough for you to save him. Just not enough to do much more.

[devildom-moss]

Roses for You (2)

This had all started when you noticed a link between a book on the language of flowers you had borrowed from Satan’s room and the current lessons from your Seductive Speechcraft and Magical Potions classes.

In Seductive Speechcraft, you had just reached a section on the effectiveness of spells using non-verbal communication: enchanting glances, dance, and offerings. Meanwhile, in Magical Potions, the professor had been discussing the significance of using specific quantities when concocting potions; they had spent fifteen minutes just providing examples – including adding petals from two different flowers when using them for a love spell.

You couldn’t resist discussing the use of flower language – utilizing the type, color, and quantity of the flowers – to specify the magical intent of an offering as a form of seductive speechcraft. Asmo and Solomon listened intently. The same idea popped into both of their minds, and before you knew it, everyone was looking into color and number meanings, searching for the perfect combination to convey their feelings for you and try to put you under their spell. The only rule for their little competition to charm you? Only roses are allowed.

Will you be charmed by their attempts?

Two Roses - Mammon

Word Count: +500

I'm deeply in love with you / mutual feelings

Your phone screen lit up, and feeling particularly attention-deprived that day, you immediately checked it.

Mammon: Hey. Come to my room immediately. Don’t go lettin’ anyone see ya, alright?

MC: Alright. What’s up, though? Do you need something?

Mammon: No questions. Just hurry up. Ya better not leave the Great Mammon waiting!

You sighed. So demanding. Regardless, you made your way to Mammon’s room. He had a tendency to whine when you took more than a few minutes to show up. With Mammon, there was no need to knock on his door. He had given you permission to just come in when he called for you after that one time when he was . . . a bit tied up. You walked right in, shutting the door behind you. “So, what’s up, Mammon?”

“Shut your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Ugh, just do it, human.” You relented and heard him moving around the room. “Okay. You’re good.”

When you opened your eyes, Mammon was holding out two bright orange roses. They caught your eye and drew your attention. Of course, he would choose orange: a vibrant symbol of desire and excitement. For an unspoken language, this was a loud declaration – perfectly in character for Mammon.

His anxiety rose as your silence continued. Did you not like them? Was his message not getting through? You weren’t going to make him say it himself, were you? A blush painted his cheeks. “Well, whatcha think?”

You pushed him back towards his pool table and boxed him in on either side with your arms. Watching the blush deepen on his face, you smirked. “You’re so cute.”

“H-hey!” Mammon protested. Every other word left him in his embarrassment. The bright orange roses were still in his hand, and he held them to his chest. You plucked the roses from his grasp and set them down carefully on the green play field behind Mammon, leaning closer to him as you did. Your face was right next to his. If you’re gonna kiss me, just do it already, he thought. When you finally brought your lips together, Mammon lost all the composure he had been trying to maintain. It took mere seconds for his arms to wrap around your neck, soft moans leaving his throat.

If he was going to be so eager, there was no need to hold back. One of your hands slipped around his waist, pulling him flush against you. He whimpered and broke the kiss. “Mmh, w-wait.”

“What’s the matter, baby boy? You wanted all my attention on you, didn’t you? Isn’t that what you were trying to tell me? I’m just trying to give you what you want.”

“That’s not –” he started, trying to deny the truth, but you were still so close that words failed him.

“You already know I’m just as crazy about you as you are about me, don’t you? That’s why you picked two roses. The feelings are mutual.” You ran your thumb along his lower lip. He was as soft as rose petals. “Do you want me to stop? I will.”

“No.” You felt his lip tremble. “More. I need more. And ya better not leave ‘til I’m satisfied.”

“Good boy.”

So maybe Mammon hadn’t made you fall any deeper for him, but he had confirmed that you wanted him back. And at least for the night, he had you all to himself. There was no end to his greed for you, but Mammon could make do with this much (for now).

Lucifer (1) | Leviathan (3) | Satan (4) | Asmodeus (5) | Beelzebub (6) | Belphegor (7) | Diavolo (8) | Barbatos (9) | Luke (10) | Simeon (11) | Solomon (12) | Thirteen (13) | Raphael (14) | Mephistopheles (15)

A/N: please enjoy another man I would love to dom+top so hard (I say as if that isn't how I feel about all of them - obviously not Luke though).

[omnomnb]

more obey me but you're a horrible goose

(part one)

the goose has taken over the rad.

no one is safe. one foot inside the great doors, and they are in your domain.

you have laid claim to the entirety of the building and grounds. no place is safe.

barbatos contemplates having the place shut down. diavolo thinks this is all one incredibly fun game.

he doesn't care that you start chasing him whenever you cross paths. he doesn't care that you hiss and bite his ankles and get crumbs all over his office carpet. he doesn't even mind that you keep stealing things off his desk.

you have become his tyrannical co-ruler. he's just too jovial to see the tyrannical part.

lucifer has not recovered from the indignity of your attack on the first day you met. nevertheless, he has come to co-exist with you. he brings you a little dish of beans every morning as a peace offering. in return, you begrudgingly refrain from making mincemeat of his hands with your surprisingly sharp orange beak.

the other students do not fare nearly as well with their new goose headmaster. just one honk from you is enough to send most running in the opposite direction. the sound of your webbed feet waddling down the hall towards them is cause for panic.

you invade classrooms mid-lesson and track ink across freshly-written work. you flap in through the window during potions class and knock unwanted ingredients into the cauldron. you cause explosions in curse class and somehow come away unscathed each time.

and then the other exchange students arrive.

luke refuses to go near you. solomon attempts to wrangle you with a spell that seems to glance harmlessly off your white feathers, and gets chased out of the grounds for his troubles.

but simeon, for some fucking reason, gets a pass.

you don't scream at him when he passes under an archway you are perched on. when you cause a riot in class, his work always remains pristine. when he brings you little cereal snacks, you don't make as if to nip his fingers.

one day, lucifer walks past and spots simeon scratching your head. your eyes are half shut, wings folded neatly by your side and not spread threateningly like usual. you don't even honk. you coo at him as he tells you what a handsome goose you are.

what, lucifer thinks, the fuck.

(part three)

[hyperfixat]

What they call you! Obey Me! Brothers.

I have fics lined up and just wanted to share names that I think they’d use on their lover!!!

Lucifer

- little one, little love.

i dont have much reasoning behind it. i like it. you’re human, tiny, idk.

Mammon

- doll, babydoll

seems rigjt idk.

- treasure

yeah yeah cliche idc

Levi

Fucking weeb!!

- gamer.

probably in an ironic way like ‘are you ready gamer 🤓’

- your name.

idk idk idk

Satan

- love.

Romantic woah.

- darling

Again. Tbh anything classic.

Asmodeus

- doll. babydoll.

- baby, babygirl, babyboy

- cutie

no reasoning here!

Beel

- sweetheart

Sweet, food eg theres connection

- your name

straight forawrd

Belphie

- pillow, blanket

as a joke

- babe, baby

Sleepy belphie looking for you :( “babe?” Awhhhhh i love him TT

[reeeooohhheehee]

That’s your ex!?!?! Ew.

tags : obey me x gn ! mc , scenario , lucifer x gn!mc , leviathan x gn!mc , asmodeus x gn!mc , belphagor x gn!mc , diavolo x gn!mc , simeon x gn!mc , solomon x gn!mc , (PLATONIC) luke x gn!mc , obey me mc harem , fluff , sfw

LUCIFER:

Lucifer was lowkey annoyed. This little roach looked like they’d been drinking. Their eyes were red, tears were running down his cheeks, staining it. That person had been at it for minutes on no end, thinking that they were better than the Avatar of Pride.

He’s about to lose it, it was too much for him to hear. “I’m better than him, please leave him for me!”.

Grabbing your hand, Lucifer looks at your ex intimidatingly. “I’m sorry but me and my FIANCE must be going.” seeing that person’s face go pale as he told the subtle lie made Lucifer’s ego boost sky high after that.

LEVI:

Levi looks at you as you walked through the convention. Outwardly, he looked normal, like an otaku! Inwardly, he’s screaming in tears. He got so insecure because my gosh, your ex was a bomb, and he hoped they’d explode. He just wanted you to himself.

The thought of you being that person’s ex bothered him, it was a pain. He was getting insecure, were you still in love with them? He had a rush of emotions, a rush of assumptions run down his spine.

“Anyways, who even is that?” your ex asks, only noticing Levi now. You grabbed Levi’s hand in yours, eyebrows furrowed. “Oh! Meet my soon to be boyfriend who loves friend zoning me.” Levi has never gotten redder.

ASMO:

“Honey.” Asmo starts, his arm still intertwined with yours. “Do you need help?” you look at Asmo then your ex in confusion. “Hon, are you sure that’s a man? I mean, please, I can be better.” he said, mockingly looking at your ex as he grimaces.

You began to laugh, your ex getting slightly annoyed.

“If you think you can do better than me,” Asmo started, “know your place, you trash.”

BELPHIE:

You were shopping for pillows, you didn’t intend to meet your ex there. But you stumbled on an aisle where your ex was. You left Belphie by accident at a random aisle getting curious as you took items and ended up in the pillow case aisles. The knowing roll of your name of their tongue annoyed you.

It felt like a horrible twist when they began apologizing, claiming they’d never do it again. But suddenly, a familiar hand was wrapped around your ex’s neck. You never thought you’d be happier to see him. “Belphie.!” you smile warmly.

“Sometimes I question your life choices. But then I remember I was one of them.”

DIAVOLO:

Diavolo felt heartbroken when he saw your ex with you. It was a huge misunderstanding! You were at a formal human event with him (it was a super secret date) and he left to get drinks for the both of you. Your ex came up and began talking to you.

He ran up to you in a childish manner, crying. “What the hell, Mc!!?!? I can treat you better, I can give you a better life, don’t leave me!!” he sobs.

Giggling, you hold his hand. “I won’t. Anyways, meet my ex! [ex name] meet my boyfriend!”

SIMEON:

He looks at your ex like they were a disgrace given from Devildom itself. You were both on your way home to your human realm home. Ever since he became human, you decided to live together. And with him being human, he was able to feel the sins creep up onto his spine, fogging his brain. In this case, wrath and envy.

“Simeon. Snap out of it..” you began as he tightened his grip on your hand. Once he realized his anger, he smiles it off.

“Sorry. But really? Mc, please, this.. being doesn’t deserve to be in your presence.”

SOLOMON:

You and Solomon were coming back from the groceries, holding hands. Your ex snuck up on you guys and just began begging for a second chance. Solomon watches your ex with a happy expression. He felt the pride rushing through his veins, his smile widened as he watched with such malicious expression.

You were both ignoring your ex, peacefully walking home. Once they stopped and you were home, Solomon looks at you.

“I didn’t know your ex yapped like a monkey.”

LUKE:

Your ex spotted you and Luke shopping for baking tools, hand in hand. Barbatos had left you there in that aisle since he was required to get something else. “Mc!!! It’s been a year since we broke up and you went missing!! D-did you break up because you had a secret child!?!?” your ex cried as he pointed at the young angel.

Luke wasn’t pleased at the gesture and argued back: “So what if they have a child!? It’s not like it’s your business anyways!” he said, barking at him.

“Besides, you’re not worth Mc’s time anyway, come on Mc, baking can wait later!” Luke huffed, holding your hand as he led you to where Barbatos was. “No offense, but of all creatures that can walk this universe, dating that guy was extremely idiotic of you.”

[defectivevillain]

vintage misery

pairing: obey me! brothers & reader [can be platonic or romantic]

reader’s pronouns: unspecified but masc-intended

note: my initial idea for this fic was basically just the obey me! demons not being familiar with depression and trying to help the reader in any way they can, whilst also being a lil startled/worried. sooo that’s how it goes, essentially. hurt/comfort, with mostly comfort. :0

cw: depression, mentions of suicidal ideation [can be avoided by skipping to the bolded sentence that starts with: “Lucifer nods.”]

word count: 1.8k [ao3 version here]

“How did you get up here?”

You bite your lip and pull your knees closer to your chest. You’re sitting on the roof of the mansion. The night air chills your skin, but you hardly notice over the tumultuous nature of your own thoughts. It takes you a few seconds to remember that someone has just joined you. “What?” You say, not bothering to turn around to see who’s standing behind you. They move closer and crouch to sit down beside you. 

“Why are you up here?” You recognize Lucifer’s voice. Out of all brothers, you’re surprised that Lucifer is the one standing on the rooftop next to you. Then again, he’s the leader of the household and he’s sort of responsible for you. You bite your lip. 

Your throat feels tight, so you just shrug in response to his question. Lucifer’s gaze is intent and it almost seems as if he’s waiting for something. It takes you a moment to realize what he’s implying. “What, did you think I was going to jump?” Silence. “No, ha.” The laugh sounds awkward and weak, even to your own ears. You’re painfully aware of Lucifer’s presence at your side. You can’t help but feel embarrassed at the thought of being so vulnerable in front of him. 

“Are you homesick?” Lucifer asks, unknowing of your internal dilemma. You frown and think back to your life, your friends, your family. You miss them, of course, but that’s not the cause of your mood dampening. 

“Not really,” you decide to answer honestly. Lucifer arches an eyebrow, but you don’t explain any further. An explanation about your lack of homesickness would quickly bring your doubts and self-defeating tendencies to light. You don’t quite want a therapy session with the Avatar of Pride. 

“My brothers are worried about you,” Lucifer says, evidently catching onto the fact that you don’t want to explain your situation anymore. He’s staring at you expectantly. 

“Hm,” is the only word that falls from your lips. It feels strenuous to speak. You pull your legs closer to your chest.  

“I find myself... a bit concerned, also,” Lucifer says. You’re surprised at the admission- so much so that you turn to look at him for answers. This time, it’s Lucifer who is silent. He places a hand under his chin and looks out to the night sky. Even so, you can feel his attention on you. “Is this normal for humans?”

“What, depression?” You laugh awkwardly. Never in a million years did you think you’d be having this conversation with Lucifer of all people. You take a deep breath and try to ignore your heart hammering in your chest. “Not for all humans, but for some.” 

Lucifer nods quietly. For the next few minutes—or hours, time in the Devildom is hard for you—he sits with you in silence. At some point, your back starts to hurt and you push yourself up to your feet. You stumble a little bit but Lucifer sets you right with a hand on your forearm. Together, the two of you return back to the mansion. The Avatar of Pride walks you back to your room. You’re too distracted to notice the thoughtful expression on his face when he leaves. 

The next morning, you notice that something is off. You’re immediately roused awake by Mammon, who seems to be unusually restless as he pulls you along to breakfast. You’re then greeted by the other six brothers—another strange occurrence. Typically, the brothers wake up at vastly different times. They hardly ever meet down here all at once. You push the thought to the back of your mind and begin picking at your food. 

From there, things only get weirder. All the brothers seem keen to talk to you, strangely enough. Hell, even Levi taps you on the shoulder and starts talking to you about Ruri-chan. You glance about the table in confusion, wondering if today is a holiday or something. Eventually, you catch Lucifer’s eye—only to find that he's already looking at you. There almost appears to be a gleam of concern in his eyes, but it quickly fades into obscurity and you’re left wondering if you imagined it. 

After breakfast, Leviathan forces you to watch The Tale of the Seven Lords with him- albeit with a few murmured insults about you being a normie [you have given up on arguing with him about that]. At one point, he abandons the series and begins to play video games instead. You watch over his shoulder and occasionally offer tidbits of information about the games you had back home. He seemed particularly interested in MarioKart when you described it, ironically enough. This is far from the first time when you’ve watched him play games over his shoulder. Sometimes, when he gets into the zone and you begin to get tired, you’ll fall asleep on his shoulder. Levi is kind enough not to mention it when you wake up. 

You’re walking down the hallway and back to your room when Asmodeus practically drags you to his room and throws you in front of his unnecessarily large makeup mirror. He then proceeds to test out different products on your face, before eventually settling for applying eyeliner and a small amount of mascara. You let him do so without much complaint, despite how awkward it feels to have someone else apply it for you. Your patience pays off, however, because Asmodeus finishes a moment later and takes a step back to take in your reflection. You follow his gaze, surprised to find that the look is both modest yet flattering. The demon puts a hand on his chest and marvels about your “endless beauty,” to which you respond with an eye roll and a fond pat on the shoulder. 

As time passes, you begin to realize what’s happening. Lucifer’s remark from the previous night comes to mind once more. My brothers are worried about you, he had said. I find myself a bit concerned, also. Well, that explains the sudden insistence of the brothers. You can’t help but smile to yourself as you realize that they’re trying to cheer you up in the ways they know how. 

You round the corner and nearly crash into Beelzebub, who smiles apologetically at you. There’s a rather pleasant smell wafting off of him. You squint at him in confusion and he explains that he’s baking something in the kitchen. Surprised, you decide to follow him into the kitchen, only to find flour strewn everywhere. You resist the urge to facepalm. The saddened expression on Beel’s face is too much for you, so you reluctantly offer to help him bake.

The process is rather slow, as Beel keeps eating all of the ingredients. It must be extremely hard for him to prepare food, you think to yourself. Even so, he manages to reel in his hunger and form the cookie dough you prepared into balls. The next time you glance at the baking sheets, you’re unsurprised to find some of the dough balls missing. You sigh fondly.

Against all odds, the cookies last long enough to be baked in the oven. Beelzebub and you spend your time cleaning up the kitchen and once you’re done, the cookies finish. Beel doesn’t even bother to wait until they cool down, instead shoving a few into his mouth automatically. It seems he doesn’t have to worry about his mouth being burnt. Must be nice, you think to yourself. He offers you one, but you shake your head and explain that you have to wait. Beel frowns and grabs a few, placing them off to the side for you. He then devours the rest of them, and you decide to give him a round of applause for the impressive disappearing act. He sends you off to your room with a plate of cookies before you can argue. 

Just as you walk to your room and open your bedroom door, there’s a hand on your shoulder. You turn around, only to find Lucifer staring at you with a rather complex expression on his face. His gaze flits about your room and a frown rises on his face. You grimace internally, knowing your room is far from perfectly clean. You take a moment to set the plate of cookies off to the side, before turning to face the demon behind you. 

“You need more furniture,” Lucifer announces, crossing his arms over his chest.  You raise an eyebrow in surprise, not expecting the remark. The Avatar of Pride pauses for a moment, before a look of resolve appears on his face. “Let’s go.” You don't even get to ask where it is you’re going, before the two of you are walking through the mansion and out onto the grounds. 

You find yourself being taken to what appears to be the demon version of Ikea. You say as much to Lucifer, who appears to stifle a laugh behind his hand at the thought. He leads you to a rather extravagant showroom and you spend most of the time denying any of the suggestions he makes. At one point, Lucifer sighs heavily and picks something out for you, to your mild chagrin. 

Mammon appears out of seemingly nowhere and decides to tag along. He spends most of the time complaining. You tell him that he can simply leave if he doesn’t want to accompany you, but he turns an interesting shade of red and mumbles something under his breath at that. You pretend not to notice the knowing look Lucifer sends you. 

Mammon and Lucifer seem to be more invested in your furniture than you are. Mammon flits about the showroom with interest, occasionally poking or kicking at things. He finds an armchair and, in the blink of an eye, swipes Lucifer’s wallet and purchases it for your room. When you ask him about it, he gruffly murmurs something along the lines of “every king needs a throne.” You roll your eyes. You also resist the urge to ask Mammon why the chair needs to be in your room instead of his. Finally, the two of them seem to be satisfied and you can return to the House of Lamentation. 

Satan hangs out with you in your bedroom once you return from the impromptu shopping trip. He helps you rearrange the furniture into a suitable arrangement, and he laughs at the armchair that Mammon picked out. You let him choose a drama to watch, which he does without question. The two of you lounge around and watch television for a while, until Belphegor joins you. You’ve been tired most of the day, but being around Belphegor only makes your exhaustion worse. You suspect that he’s purposefully manipulating your energy to get you to be more tired, but you don’t really care. 

Unsurprisingly, you fall asleep within a few minutes. Thankfully, the three of you are all huddled up on your bed, so it’s far from uncomfortable. You fidget a little before eventually giving in and falling into the mattress, turning to the side and closing your eyes again. Just before you drift off, you hear rustling and feel a blanket being thrown over you. You smile and let your exhaustion pull you into slumber. 

endnotes below! ;0

thanks for readingggg :)

Levi is so autistic and I love that for him. [and also me, because I am autistic. hence the headcanon, lol.]

I love the idea of Mammon stealing Lucifer’s wallet and Lucifer not saying anything. Let’s be real—Lucifer is definitely used to Mammon’s behavior. The moment Mammon turned up, he pretty much expected his wallet to be stolen. Even though Mammon has a healthy fear of Lucifer, I like to think that his greed overrides that. Hehe. [and yes, I have a weakness for Lucifer, as you can probably tell.]

ironically, i played obey me! about a year ago and quit after like 20 minutes, ‘cause i got frustrated w the battles (I sucked at them.) hopefully, my inexperience doesn’t show through too much in this fic. I like to think that I researched enough about the characters [in addition to drawing from the limited gameplay I can remember] to portray them accurately. 

once again, ty for reading <3

[asmos-prettypet]

A/N: I have yet to meet Thirteen in the storyline. I meet her in the Fangol event the screenshot is what made me write this.

MC: "Since you are new and all I was thinking, I can help you get adjusted, you know, since I was new not too long ago. I mean, it'll be nice to have someone who's done it before help, I think" MC anxiously playing with bracelet and not maintaining eye contact. Thirteen tried not to laugh as she gave MC a reassuring smile. "I would really love that MC. You seem super cool. I think we'll make one glorious couple" MC almost dies on their spit. Thirteen laughs out, wrapping her arm around MC "Maybe I should be the one taking you under my wing"

[raeny-thorns]

Pride's Lapdog

POV: first person told in the present tense

501 words

GN/M pairing

Minors DNI

Plot:

Recently, Lucifer's been too exhausted from work to amuse his partner in bed. So, to get his attention, MC drinks a mysterious potion. Even though the new dog ears and tail won't pry Lucifer's eyes from his paperwork, his hands still wander the small inu-human seated in his lap...

Master/pet//Pet names?//MC is being a bratty lapdog//some thigh riding//dom!Lucifer//sub!MC//MC wears a collar//like a neko girl but dog and GN//(dog ears and tail but otherwise human(oid))//some degradation//but also some praise a little bit//cockwarming//kinktober 2023//rae's writetober//MC's in heat??//Lucifer teases them//MC wears panties//MC's being annoyingly needy and Lucifer's just tired of it LMAOO//Penetration (hole unclear)

A/N: Sorry for the hiatus. been mentally preparing for this. Uh, no beta since I'm running out of time. If it changes POVs sometimes, I'm sorry, I'll fix them tomorrow.

“Quit squirming.” He snarls in my ear, yanking my collar to pull me against him. “It’s your fault for being in this situation.”

I roll my eyes at that. The only reason I’m with these features is because he wouldn’t look at me in the first place. Even now, he still won’t. So despite his demands to sit still like a good little dog for him, I continue to dry hump his thigh through my panties, letting ragged moans out from under my breath. With a sigh and drop of his pen, he grabs my face forcefully, making me look at him. 

“Do you want me to scold you?” He asks as if he hasn’t been scolding me all night. “Do you think your bratty bitch behaviour is amusing to me? To not get anything done because my little lapdog isn’t very obedient?” My lack of remorse at his annoyance is evident with my tail, wagging as happily as ever. 

“Maybe I need to be taught a lesson, Master,” I suggest with a smirk. Any attention at this point was better than none, even if it meant sore legs and a horse voice by the end of it. “One that I’ll remember tomorrow.” He groans at my innuendos and pushes his chair back from the desk. ‘Finally’   I think and grip his knee for support but he shoves me lightly to get off. Disappointed I relent, ready to be sent to his room to play by myself again when he starts unbuckling his belt. 

“Don’t get too excited.” the bulge in his pants strains uncomfortably before being cupped out with his gloved hand. “This is still a punishment. Stay still. If you can’t do that much, you can stay in your kennel for the night.” He shifts around, laying back slightly and spreading his legs more. Lazily, he gestures towards the third drawer to his left on the desk for me to open. Inside is a bottle of lube and a pack of condoms from the last session we had in his office. When I retrieve them, he snaps his gloves off with his teeth and throws them on the desk. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, master.” I nod and crawl into his lap as he wraps his length in the rubber, coating it with a thick white lube. “I’ll be a good dog.” He pulls my panties to the side and pushes into me with a hiss. When I’m properly situated with him buried deep inside me, I throw my arms around his shoulders and nuzzle against his neck. 

His scent has always been comforting and accompanied by the soft classical he plays, it makes it hard not to slowly drift. Unfortunately, every time I begin to fall asleep, he thrusts into me, startling me awake and reigniting the fire in my core. Every time he did this, I’d whine that he was being unfair and every time he’d remind me, sadistically, that 

“This is supposed to be a punishment, dear.” 

[bluewolfangel01]

Newly made headcanon that Mammon will check Mc's pulse mainly via their neck, when he has a nightmare about, he sleeping with, or he's hugging them (really just anytime he needs reassurance that Mc's alive or okay)

This happens after lesson 16 of course cause his brain chemistry has forever been altered since then.

Mc knows he does this, and very much allows him to do so.

[devilishdelights]

read my thirteen fic <3 :]

cw for body horror, gore, death (real death AND your unhinged girlfriend, double combo deal!), traumatizing you (the MC. but remember i also give you a girlfriend so it cancels out), ghosts, zombies, more death, maybe eventually some making out, who knows.

[still-a-morosexual-help]

So about that Mammon stealing from MC discourse... I think you forgot to mention that Mammon did in fact steal one thing from MC that being

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MC's HEART ❤ haha

I am so sorry for this cringe ask

[peonysgreenhouse]

-`♡´- return.

summary: the obey me datables & luke react to mc coming back to life!

tags: obey me datables (simeon, solomon, diavolo, barbatos) x gn!reader, luke & gn!reader, hurt/comfort, implied character death, mentions of violence in solomon's parts, solomon goes a little crazy teehee

i. simeon

he sees you there, in the celestial realm. he had known your soul was pure from the very beginning, but seeing you among the angels was like a knife to his gut, a reminder of his failures to protect you. 

you weren’t supposed to be here, not now, at least. it was far too early for you to die. simeon can’t help but feel bitterness well up within him as you turn from michael to look for someone in the crowd (he knew it was him. he hoped it was him).

your features light up – simeon feels his heart skip a beat. even now you were just as he last remembered you, he had always taken the time to visit you in the devildom, even after his internship was over. you more beautiful than any angel he had ever seen. 

you embrace him tight, and the tighter you squeeze the more he feels like he can’t breathe, the combating feelings waging a war in his mind. he should’ve been watching over you; what kind of guardian angel was he to let his human die like this?

“i’m sorry,” he doesn’t know why his voice cracks when he says it. simeon? losing his composure? he had garnered many millennia of years of experience working to keep it up. “i’m sorry i didn’t protect you.”

“it’s okay simeon,” he feels your hands squeeze the back of his cloak. a wicked thought crosses his mind; maybe if you dug your nails in harder he would have some penance for his failures. if you cut through the bone and marrow and reached his heart then maybe his father would forgive him – maybe you would forgive him for his short-comings. “i’m here now.”

“right,” he breathes you in as if to convince himself. simeon feels the strength of his bond with you overwhelm him, he can feel how much you care for him and he feels his chest fill with warmth, chasing away his guilt, if for the moment. “you’re here forever. with me. nothing can hurt you here, i promise.”

ii. luke

luke had always told you to be mindful of demons, that they were evil creatures who would take any opportunity to kill you. it had seemed that his warning had proved true in the worst way. if only he hadn’t been a cherub; if uriel had promoted him to be your guardian angel like he had asked, maybe this could’ve been avoided.

but he was overwhelmed with how happy he was at the fact that you would be spending time with him forever in the celestial realm. he had wanted nothing more ever since you had become friends in the devildom. you were the one light for him in the exchange program.

“you’re here!” luke chirps, sprinting down the golden bricks of the road to the archangels’ house. “you’re really–!” you’re suddenly enveloped in a hug as luke wraps himself around your waist. 

“hello luke!” you smile from ear to ear, ruffling up his neat hair. usually, he’d make a comment about you not treating him like a child, but for now it seems he’s too busy nuzzling into you. “it’s good to see you again.”

“yes! i’m happy to see you,” he pulls away, cheeks visibly flushed. “i’m sorry that i wasn’t there to protect you from those mean old demons but… everything will be fine now that you’re here!”

“would you like to give them a tour of the celestial realm?” michael chimes in with a smile, the younger angel’s eyes lighting up like a christmas tree.

luke nods excitedly, taking your hand in his, already tugging you out of the estate: “we have so much to do! we can’t waste any time!”

iii. solomon

solomon spirals hard.

there was a reason solomon pushed everyone away, why most people in his life were kept an arms length apart. he got too attached to things; to power, to magic, to anything that gave him that needed adrenaline rush… why would you be any different? you, the only person he has ever loved had been snatched out of his hands.

and worst of all, he had been powerless to save you. 

all the magic and demon pacts and connections in the world couldn’t stop you from bleeding out in his arms. humans like you were much too fragile for his liking; he had worked tirelessly his whole life to be anything but.

if he couldn’t get what he wanted from the damned, he would have to turn his eyes to the celestial realm. if he had to tear down the heavens and bring you crashing back down to earth, he’s sure he would. 

making bonds with angels was much more difficult than that of demons, but he found after nights of endless research that plucking a few of their feathers would get them to sing. 

he’s covered in golden ichor when he manages to bring you back – a life for a life. he finally was able to do it, not only to bring a human back to life, but to bring you back. solomon rises, shakily, as you feel your body materialize out of the magic sigil etched into the floor. he smiles gently, looking at you as if you were the only thing that mattered.

so why do you look back at him with such horror?

iv. diavolo

he had bargained with the archangels before, but never for a life.

in all accounts, a human choosing to leave the celestial realm and go to the devildom was unheard of. being cast out of heaven was notoriously the worst punishment anyone could receive.

but you do, you would always choose him over all the luxuries and beauty of the heavens every single time. it was true that love made people do stupid things.

michael sends you back to the devildom months after diavolo’s terms were set, a gift with the price of owing the ruler of the celestial realm a favor. michael was known for his kindness, but diavolo knew that there was more to him than that. he was smart enough to know that michael would never jeopardize the devildom, but angels never forgot debts owed. it was a risk, but one diavolo had no choice but to take. 

above all the benevolence and good-will he draped himself in, at his core, he was a selfish demon; perhaps moreso than anyone else in the devildom. 

he holds you against his chest the whole night. in the morning, he’d have duties and meetings to go to. but for now, you were his. 

“little one,” he mumbles into your hair, hands tight around your waist, “make a pact with me. that you may be at my side forevermore.”

v. barbatos

in so many other timelines he sees you, shining, alive. he starts to resent the other versions of himself for being happy with you (or even worse, happy with any of the others). barbatos could pull you out as easily as he could breathe; he had a mastery over his powers that other lower demons could only imagine. 

but it wouldn’t be the same, he reminds himself, it wouldn’t be his version of you. 

he knew the way to get you back, it’d be to break his own rule: do not interact with the past. diavolo had given him permission to bring you back, it would be a stain on the exchange student program if one of the humans came back dead after the second semester. but he wasn’t so sure, what if the you he brought back wasn’t the you he remembered? 

barbatos does it anyways, knowing he can’t refuse an order from his lord. the you in the celestial realm will be erased from existence replaced with the you of the past, the one who doesn’t know what it’s like to die. the two can only hope it doesn’t cause drama in the celestial realm.

“barbatos?” you question as you walk in the gardens with him, completely oblivious to it all. if he hadn’t been so happy that you had returned, he would feel guilty for not telling you of your death. sometimes, ignorance was bliss. “are you okay? you seem more quiet than usual.”

“do i?” he muses, forcing a soft smile for you. “i’m afraid i’m simply just a bit tired. sleep evaded me last night.” the last part wasn’t a lie.

“sorry to hear that,” you pout, “if you want to go nap, you should!

“do you not wish to spend time with me?”

“it’s not that…” you kick at the ground, arms crossed behind your back. “it’s just we have all the time in the world though, right? i want you to be rested when we’re together.”

he feels as if you’ve struck him with an arrow to his chest. barbatos sees your lifeless body in his mind, did you know and were trying to taunt him? or were you simply just this sweet?

“i suppose you’re right.” he nods his head, “but you’re coming with me.”

[floofeh-purpi]

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Made: July 23, 2024. 10:34pm.

[bunnydolllies016]

Lab of the Damned

Chapter 1: Welcome Mc, to A.M.L!

(This is the first chapter of the main story of the Obey Me! Dark lab au! Be warned that future installments will include more gore and violence. The mc/reader is GN, so it'll be Obey me x Gn! reader. TW: Blood, dark themes mentioned, describes some violence.) Chp. 1 (you are here), Chp. 2(Coming soon)

"Greetings Mc!

We are sending you this letter regarding your application to work at Angel's Medicine Laboratory. We are so happy to welcome you to the A.M.L family! Please come into our main building as soon as possible through the hours of 8 A.M to 10 P.M for a tour and to sign your work contract. We'll provide you with your own living space as well so please bring your dear belongings.

We here at A.M.L. can't wait to meet you in person! We hope you'll love becoming part of our family.

Hope to see you soon,

Simeon Angel."

You couldn't believe it, even as you continued to hold the letter in your hands you couldn't believe it was real. You squealed happily and hugged the letter close to your chest, you can finally help make the world a better place! All the struggle throughout high school and a four-year college would finally be worth it. Also, you won't have to live with your parents anymore! You waste no time texting your parents the news, receiving congrats and support in a matter of minutes as you begin to pack up your more important items. Different outfits, some family photos, and anything else you held dear and wanted to keep with you. In the end, you had a backpack and gym bag full of stuff as you began to head out. By now your parents had rushed home to see you off and say their goodbyes. You got in your car and were off, it took you thirty minutes to finally reach the main building and it was around 1 P.M now. You sped-walked into the main building with your bags in hand, stopping to face the lady at the reception desk who seemed to be drawing something out, looked like some elaborate trap. You coughed to get their attention. The woman faced you, their pink rooted hair bounced a bit, and the blue in it looked like a good contrast to the pink. Their green eyes stared at you as they began to speak.

"Good Evening, Welcome to A.M.L., who are you and what do you need?" Their tone sounded slightly annoyed. 'Rude much?' you had thought to yourself.

"Hello, My name is Mc. I'm here for my tour and to sign my contract. Do I sign it here or?...." You say as you wait for their response. Instead, their neon green eyes look you up and down before they pick up their phone and dial a number. You hear them mumble your name over it before the person on the other line hangs up first.

"He'll be down here to get you and greet you shortly, please stay still and wait." They say before going back to drawing whatever they had been before you interrupted them. You decide to look at their name tag, 'Thirteen', what a weird name. Before you know it you see him, your eyes lighting up with recognition. Simeon Angel himself has come to greet you!

"Ah! You must be Mc!" He had begun to speak before a small bark sounded from his bag. You looked down at it just to be greeted by a light blonde chihuahua in a white hat. 'cute..' you thought to yourself. Simeon coughed before he chuckled. "Don't mind Luke, let's go to my office so we can get your papers signed," he says before motioning you to follow him into a nearby elevator. "Just leave your bags here, they'll be taken to your new living quarters by some fellow employees," Simeon states as he steps into the open elevator.

"Of course sir!" You say and do as told, dropping your bags in a nearby chair, and watching as they're taken by two mysterious people before you follow the slim male into the elevator. Eventually, you find yourself sitting at a desk, Simeon Angel behind the desk and in front of you. 

"Well Mc, I'm happy to congratulate you in person! I have your contract right here, please do sign it." The man says with a smile as he hands you a clipboard, your contract on it. You briefly read it, not really paying attention to the details, he definitely wouldn't be hiding anything dark in this contract, right? You sign the contract and hand it back to Simeon, who smiles at you and stamps it, confirming you signed it. Simeon speaks up as he takes Luke out of his bag to roam his office, "Thank you! You're the most perfect person for this role! Here take this." The male before you hands you a watch, it looks... weird, you put it on anyway, and once on your wrist, it locked around it. "Don't worry about that! It's just waterproof." Simeon says, his smile still kind and bright as he stands up and motions you to follow. He leads you out of his office, leaving Luke in it as he takes you to go get your uniform and badge. You take the bag containing your clothes and ID, smiling at Simeon before you speak up,

"Thank you, sir!" You begin with a soft smile, "Which part of the lab will I be working?" You miss it but a dark look crosses Simeon's face as he softly smirks.

"I'll take you down there now!" Simeon responds as he motions you to follow again. As you walk with him, you notice he's taking you to a darker part of the building, it somewhat looks hardly used. He stops you at an elevator and digs out a badge, using it to call the elevator. "Your department is top secret, as stated in your contract you can not talk about this work with anyone at all, we'll know if you do." He says, his voice having a somewhat dark undertone despite the soft smile on his face. "Now come along, the tour begins now!" Simeon states as the elevator door opens and he steps inside, you waste no time in following him.

You feel nervous the lower the elevator goes and decide to speak up, "So, why is the department I'm in on such a low floor?" You ask nervously with a small smile, trying to think of what kind of work you could be doing down here. You jump as the elevator stops with a thunk, not expecting the elevator to sound like, especially when the rest of the building is so modern and well-built.

"Well Mc, you will be a caretaker of sorts for our... subjects... I know it won't be too much for you to handle! They're sure to love you..." Simeon says as the dark look on his face is still present, but he still is smiling. You raise a brow, didn't A.M.L claim to not use animals as product and medicine testers? "This is the entrance hall, where you'll use your watch against that machine to clock in." He speaks softly as he points to a machine in front of the both of you. He walks forward and expects you to follow of course. Your eyes widened as you entered the next area; It was a long hallway of some sort, different testing chambers on either side. As you walk beside Simeon you aren't listening as he speaks about each room. Your heart is full of fear and dread as you see what, no, who they are testing on. In the testing room, before you stands a man with white hair in a lab coat, a sinister and sadistic look on his face as he uses a cattle prod to poke and taze a much taller man with black hair, his red eyes showing displeasure and disgust for the man prodding at him, he doesn't even flinch as he is tazed, no spasming or reaction at all came from him, his clothes were disheveled from the prodding though. That wasn't the weirdest part of the man, no it was the very pointy ears, the black horns coming from his head and the four wings coming from his back, all pitch black and some feathers clearly missing, whether it be from this kind of abuse or stress you can't tell.

"W-what the fuck?" You stuttered out as you stepped away from the glass on the testing chamber, not seeing the amused expression Simeon flashed your way.

"That is one of the nine subjects you will be looking after! His name is Lucifer, he is one of the best "demons" we have!" Simeon states as if he is just talking about the weather and not a fully grown man he's having his employees test on.

You stare at the dark-skinned male before you, a look of shock and fear across your face as you speak up in a confused but fearful voice, "Nine? Demons? Huh?" Just as you were about to continue before loud crashing, low growls, and yelling interrupted you; they came from down the hallway. Looking over revealed more "demons", specifically two certain ones fighting. One was a dark-tanned male, with slightly pointed ears, a full head of white hair, and blue eyes that had a golden-yellow gradient. He has horns that look somewhat like spirals atop his head, large bat-like wings come from his back and they flap violently. He's on top of the other male, throwing punches as different scientists try to pry him off the man below him. The male below him has pale skin, and what seems to be scales on it in certain places, he, like the two before him, has pointed ears, but his seemed to have two different pointed ends, somewhat like fish fins. His hair is a blueish-purple color and his eyes are a glowing orange with a purple gradient, the whites of his eyes seem to be a slight grey color. His horns look like coral and are a black color but have a hint of blue to them, he also seems to have a long lizard-like tail.

"Ah, Mammon and Leviathan are at it again. We'll have to punish them...again..." Simeon says, his tone showing distaste but amusement at the chaos around him as he ignores your comment. A door behind you opens and you turn to check it out, you are horrified at the man who stood behind you. He had to be about 7'5 in height alone, he was so muscular and well-built, with a muzzle around his mouth and his hands cuffed in front of him as he looked down at you with interest; he was sniffing you through the muzzle. His hair is a bright orange, his ears pointed but droopy, and he has purple eyes that seem to fade into magenta and then red, one of the whites of his eyes isn't white, but rather an inky black color. Scars litter across his body, along with weird black markings, he has black horns that curve and almost crown his head, fly-like wings coming from his back buzz softly as he continues to stare down at you. "Beelzebub! Now, Now, stop drooling into your muzzle at your new caretaker's scent! Mc this is Beelzebub, Beelzebub this is Mc, your new caretaker!" Simeon says to the towering male standing before them, who looks at Simeon with a somewhat blank expression, you can see some fear and pain in his purple eyes as he stares at Simeon.

"Wait a damn minute please!" You cry out to Simeon, finally catching his attention, and now Beelzebub, who watches you closely but with clear hesitance. "I can't possibly work here after seeing all of this! This is s-so.. so.. fucked up!" You said as you took several steps away from Simeon.

Simeon stopped smiling, his expression dark and serious as he spoke, "You don't have a choice, you signed a two-year contract with us. You're stuck here...unless you'd rather face certain consequences for trying to go against your contract." As he spoke the watch around your wrist tightened and its screen flashed red. By the look on Simeon's face, you knew the consequence of going against him would either be death or the same fate as the subjects you'll be in charge of.

"B-but- I-" You tried to protest but Simeon put a finger to your lips to hush you, a sinister smile on his own lips.

"Shhh, Mc. You already signed away your life to me." Simeon began to speak softly, but his eyes showed sadistic amusement at your internal conflict about all of this. "If this really had bothered you..." Simeon begins again, Beelzebub looks at you sadly and with pity as a guard begins to walk him back to his containment chamber, he can tell you're a good person who just got caught up in a bad situation, he can only hope you stay a good person in here. "Then you should have read the fine print." Simeon finished speaking with a cold smile as he looked down at you. Dread filled you completely, these two years weren't going to end well.

"Welcome to A.M.L, Mc. I can't wait to see all the good work you'll do."

(Well I'm not sure when I'll be able to work on chapter 2, I just started my psychology class, so I'll try my best to work on it when I can. Hope you enjoyed it! This is also posted on my AO3 account and shouldn't be anywhere else but here and there.)