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Fashion Nonsense

Summary/Details: Luke has a new outfit to show Solomon and Simeon. Comedy and fluff here!

“What are you wearing…?” Simeon breathes, Solomon beside him barely holding in a guffaw. The pair stand at the entrance to Purgatory Hall - the only line of defence stopping the fashion monstrosity in front of them from being unleashed onto the world.

Luke rolls his eyes.

“C’mon, Simeon. I’m a grown angel now, I don’t need you choosing my clothes anymore.” He huffs, puffing some hair out of his face. His forehead dons a massive, holographic, full-body Hana Ruri sticker. “Doesn’t my outfit look cool?”

Solomon starts choking on his own spit, still attempting to hide his laughter. He feels a gentle nudge to his shoulder in response - the angelic version of a sharp smack to the back of the head.

“Yes, yes, of course, Luke. And I’ve been a big fan of your outfits so far.” Simeon says, his soothing voice a contrast to the hideously-intense coughing beside him. Luke raises an eyebrow but dismisses the sorcerer’s behaviour with a tiny ‘bless you’ before letting Simeon continue. “But… have you been spending more time with Leviathan recently?”

The young angel seems offended at the mere thought.

“Wha - no! Are you saying I look like him, or something?” His chest puffs out, he sticks up his chin and the massive pair of headphones around his neck clack uncomfortably against the zipper of his new hoodie, which looks straight from a budget ninja Halloween costume. “I look way better! Besides, Leviathan doesn’t have the latest Angel Blade Celestial Night XII headphones. And he definitely doesn’t have as many accessories as I do!” He lifts his arms and spins proudly. Many, many keychains of characters from various anime jangle from his new hip chains. Unknown to him (and definitely known to his two people standing in front of him) at least twenty of them are bootleg.

Solomon shakes. Struggling to breathe and now bent over his knees, he looks like an elderly man after a fitness class.

“This… this - no, no need, thank you.” He holds up a hand before Luke can bless him again. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with MC complimenting Levi’s fashion sense the other day, would it?” He asks once he’s standing up straight again. He has a clear point. Cosplay hoodie, anime merch, the headphones…

“Ah,” Simeon chuckles as Luke shakes his head furiously. “That does make sense…”

“No…”

Luke pouts, shuffling his feet a little. After a while, he meekly looks up. The Ruri-chan sticker shimmers extra-bright.

“… Do you guys think they’ll find me cooler than Leviathan?”

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Blog-Iverssary Event Madness: Ask Anything (Announcement Story!)

(make sure to scroll allllllll the way to the end for an ask anything event! can also be found here: https://www.tumblr.com/three-realms-archive/791084625315479552/blog-iversarry-event-ask-anything)

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“And… there!”

The tech-saavy Avatar of Envy steps back, and all his siblings, friends and his one, human best friend admire his handiwork. He smirks, hand on one hip as he speaks matter-of-factly. “‘Kay - I’ve set everything up so that the people of the online world can ask us anything!”

“Sure, but…” Next to him, his second-eldest brother steps forward, squinting at the laptop screen in visible confusion. “Dude, what’s with all the random bubble writing and magical-anime-dragon-ninja people? It looks like a rainbow vomited all over our blog - ”

“Mammon.” The eldest’s voice is sudden, and reverberates against the House of Lamentation’s living room walls. “Enough. Of all of us, Levi’s prowess in technology is second to none.” Lucifer attempts to lean back in his seat, waving a hand towards Levi in a prompt to continue. Instead, it is Asmodeus who interrupts him with a ceremonious draping of his body over Lucifer’s shoulder, pressing his cheek against Mammon’s as he also looks at the blog interface. A few seconds pass. The Avatar of Lust visibly winces.

“Hon’, I’ve seen you draw fanart better than this in your sleep.” Asmo sighs. Levi shrieks a little at the compliment (and painful realisation that his own flesh and blood has seen his fan works), and scurries out of his chair and under the table to hide behind Beel, who pats his brother’s head affectionately. Used to this, Asmo continues. “But it’s… salvageable? With a bit more pink, I think.”

Levi sinks further towards the floor.

“Asmo’s always been picky about aesthetic, Levi.” Beelzebub states matter-of-factly. “But I’m sure the blog works very fast. It’s probably efficient. And optimisifiable. And has a lot of wi-fi on it.”

“That’s not how that - what does optmi… optimisi… fiable…? What does that even mea -”

“Beel’s… right…” Belphegor yawns, slumping half-into his twin’s seat, cheek smushed against his shoulder. “If it’s… something Leviathan made… it’ll work better than anything…””

The comment makes Asmo, Mammon and even Lucifer let out a little awww at the sheer cuteness - especially when Levi starts to flush beet-red, embarrassed at the sudden, positive atmosphere.

“B-Belphie…!” The Avatar of Envy stammers, finally starting to stand up as Belphegor stretches his arms above his head. “Thank you so mu - “

The Avatar of Sloth cracks open an eye.

“Hold on. Why does it look like a rainbow threw up all over our blog?”

“ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH…!”

Levi flops onto the ground. He’d wish for it to swallow him whole, but he knows he never gets so lucky.

“Stop it, guys. The blog looks perfectly fine.”

You voice rings out like a siren at sea, and all seven heads in the room quickly whip in its direction. Postures straighten and lips turn up in smiles as a chorus of ‘hey’s, ‘hi’s and ‘welcome back’s start up around the table everyone is sat around. You laugh and wave at your beloved family of demon brothers - carefully lifting your knees high enough to step over Leviathan as you approach the table and set down a tray of tea, coffee and soda for all.

Without needing to lift your head, you hold up a hand just as Beel leans forward. He whines sadly, much like a puppy deprived of a treat… before you hoist up three, massive camping flasks and place them in front of him, filled to the brim with Devil Cola.

The hug you get in response is very big and very brief. It’s followed by the sound of intense slurping.

As the brothers get busy with refreshments (and you gently coax Levi back into his seat), you take the time to get a good look at the laptop screen yourself.

“Hm… Asmo has a point.” You hum, after some consideration. “I like the design, but a single colour for the background and main parts would be nice, considering how busy it is.”

Asmo perks up. “Pink? Purple? Glitter-coloured?!”

You grin. “Not opposed to it.”

“Or you could consider something less… garish?” Offers Satan, who is lifting a now-filled cup of coffee to his lips. He stops dead when he sees Lucifer with the same drink, arms and legs crossed in the same way as his, and sets his cup down. His extends a finger to push it gently towards Beel, who gratefully accepts. The cup is returned seconds later, with a teeth-shaped chip in the rim. Satan grimaces and chooses to just continue. “Something more monochromatic, or some grey, black and white combination?”

“Interesting choice, Satan.” Lucifer says, placing his cup of coffee down (on a coaster you don’t remember bringing with you) without a sound. “A simple, sleek background would also help Levi’s embellishments stand out, vibrant colours and all.”

Satan seethes.

“Damn Lucifer, explaining like that wasn’t my idea in the first place -”

“Good idea, Satan!” You quickly interject before wrath incarnate starts to seethe. “Then it’s settled! We’ll make the changes to the colours, keep all of Levi’s art, and answer some questions for the people of the human realm!”

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i’m a little late… but it’s been a year of this blog! a huge thank you to the developers, voice actors and team for this little, otome-game franchise which has been such a huge comfort for me. even when I take long hiatuses away from the fandom (usually for life-business-related reasons), i know i can always come back to this game, its music and content, and this amazing community for comfort and fun. i’m so excited to see what the new app has in store for this franchise - and i hope it’s a great experience for new and old fans of obey me. whether you’ve been with me from the start, or are a recent follower, tysm for reading from this silly, little writing blog for these silly, little characters <3

as a thank you, i’ve set up a little something:

the big, massive, three-realms-archive blog-iverssary ask anything event!!!

aka: the ask anything event

i will be keeping the request box open for about a week for y’all to ask questions for the seven avatars of sin + mc! ever wanted to know lucifer’s office hours? mc’s methods for coping with such a chaotic family? just how does mammon successfully apply for all those jobs in this work economy???

ask away and i’ll write a short, story-like snippet of your brother(s)(+mc) of choice answering your question! information and general house rules can be found on the proper announcement post here: https://www.tumblr.com/three-realms-archive/791084625315479552/blog-iversarry-event-ask-anything

get asking!!!!!!

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Blog-Iversarry Event: Ask Anything!

It’s been a year(ish) of @three-realms-archive - so Leviathan and MC have set up a blog to answer questions from the human world to help improve relations between the three realms! Ask the House of Lamentation anything!

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House Rules:

1) Use the ‘Requests OPEN’ tab to send in a question!

2) Include the character(s) and question in your request! The question should be addressed directly to one, some or all of the following characters: MC (a generic MC, based primarily off the manga), Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, or Belphegor. Other characters in the franchise may be mentioned, and I’ll do my best to include them!

An example could be: To Lucifer and Satan, what music do you like listening to while you study? I’ll write a short snippet story of the character(s) answering in response!

3) The usual blog rules apply! No NSFW asks, and any derogatory, inappropriate, discriminatory, etc. language will not be tolerated, and your question will not be answered.

4) Please try not to catch me out on lore too much! 😭 I am slowly (but surely!) still working through Time Chronicles!

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I’ll leave requests open for a few days (max. a week? that’s the current plan :D) and answer all the questions after the box closes! This event is a huge thank you to both old and new followers of this blog - and, ofc, a huge thank you to the team and voice actors behind the games in the franchise! This fictional world is such a comfort in such a busy time of my life, and I am always grateful I can come back to it and this awesome community! Thank you guys for a year (ik its a bit late shhhhhh) of blog existence!

So, head to the inbox and get asking: https://www.tumblr.com/new/ask/three-realms-archive

(pssssssst……. there’s also an accompanying story for this event - check it out: https://www.tumblr.com/three-realms-archive/791085117946953728/blog-iverssary-madness-ask-anything-announcement)

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hey amazing people! currently working on a blog anniversary surprise… but accidentally got sidetracked.

have i ever made fanart for anything? no. but i have done so now - so have a kinda, sorta shaded, hurriedly-drawn leviathan on a crappy background as my first ever fan art contribution to any fandom ever :3

will i finish this? given my history with art, no……. have i ever drawn in this style before? also no, but there’s a first for everything!

(this is also a painful reminder that everything i draw looks better in lineart 😭😭😭😭 but maybe that’s because im too lazy to render…….)

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Vice-Vice Student Council President (Pt. 2)

Summary/Details: You are now student council vice-vice president! It's time to start making some changes and, of course, manage the rest of the council. Comedy, fluff and good vibes here! Much cat.

The ballots are re-printed in gold ink (because Diavolo) and your name is added to the list of candidates students can vote for.

Then, you begin your campaign.

You show up on the first day, make an incredibly nerve-wracking speech, and then wait patiently and prepare diligently for your first week. However... that's where your campaign ends. No one attends your scheduled debate with Beel - or any other debate, for that matter - because they don’t need to.

In less than twenty-four hours, every student has voted for you.

“I’m not jealous about you being vice-vice pres’, or whatever.” Belphie insists for the fifth time, stretching his arms above his head in a yawn. He, Beel, Levi and Satan are sprawled out across the House of Lamentation’s massive living room couch; with school having finished early due to the lack of need for any more campaigning. Somewhere in the background, Mammon and Asmodeus are rummaging furiously through the ballot box. Lucifer and Diavolo are there, too - looking somewhat relieved at this outcome. The Avatar of Sloth flops his head limply onto your lap, and looks up at you as he continues. “But seriously? None of us got voted for at all? RAD is a massive school…”

The rummaging intensifies audibly.

“Gahghhhhhh!” Mammon lets out a… something, which sounds somewhere in-between a goat and a banshee. “Are you serious?! I spend all that time coming up with amazing policies…”

“Well, duh. Of course no one voted for you, dear brother.” Asmo huffs as if he couldn’t care less, but he rummages at the same intensity as his second-eldest sibling. “Did your policies involve a free, weekly makeup and skin consultation from the Avatar of Lust?” He asks, turning up his nose at his older brother’s grasping desperation to find something - anything - to prove his point. Said older brother finds nothing; and Asmo grins with a self-assured ’Ha! I told you so!’ - before diving, head-first, back into the box with with said older brother. He, too, finds nothing.

Mammon scoffs. The scoff is muffled heavily by 24-carat gold and paper slips. “Oh, yeah? Then why didn’t you get any votes either?”

The fifth and second-strongest demons of the Devildom stick their heads out of the box to growl at each other for a few seconds.

After, they returning to their rummaging.

“I think this worked out for the best,” Beel smiles, patting your head fondly. It’s a smile that reaches his eyes as he watches you nuzzle your head against him, and his twin nuzzle up against you; in an adorable nuzzle-chain made up of his two, favourite people. “MC always helps us out with stuff, so I think they’d be the best at helping the students out, too.”

“It is a slight shame, though,” says Satan, who sits next to Levi; albeit at an awkward distance. It seems the black-cat-mascot-incident never truly got resolved. Instead, the Avatar of Wrath pats Belphie’s head and turns his full attention to you. “Your speech was impressive, but I think it would have been fun to go up against you. Or, at least, seen your debate against Beel.”

The fourth-eldest watches as Beel blushes at your continued nuzzling and lets out a monotone squeal(?) - the Avatar of Gluttony unable to stop himself from smothering you in a hug.

“On second thought,” Satan sighs, “something tells me MC would’ve been the clear winner regardless.”

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There’s an election for vice-vice-vice president. It follows soon after the vice-vice president election and has only two candidates: Satan and Leviathan.

There are no stakes to this election, for it has one purpose and one purpose alone… To decide who has the best, fluffy, black cat mascot.

With Satan having anonymously requested a children’s book illustrator to bring his mascot to life on page, and Leviathan having commissioned a popular artist on :D Jobs to draw a character reference sheet for his, the two spend an entire week battling it out for best cat. Satan prints out small zines with his mascot in different poses, also producing merch in the form of pens, erasers and small notebooks. Levi’s rigged his mascot into a V-Tuber who now does the RAD morning announcements. It’s more of a popularity contest at a comics convention than an actual election… but you leave them be. After all, they seem to be having fun! And people are actually voting!

Your first order of business as vice-vice president is to human-ify everything. Mammon insists he can fly you up to high places, but you have the classroom shelves lowered. Satan assures that he can lead you to all your classes, but you place helpful signage around the many twisting and turning halls and stairs of the school. Beel offers to pre-digest and regurgitate your food to make it safer for you to eat… but you just tell him you’ll stock one of the vending machines with human-safe food instead.

At first, the demons scoff. In a school full of demons, why should they need to adjust their surroundings for one, measly, human exchange student? But, as time goes on, it becomes clear that the changes you’ve implemented solve more than just your own inconvenience. Demons without wings no longer have to spider-climb up the walls to reach high objects. Students under charms and dizziness curses can more easily find their way to the medical office with the signs.

And the new, human-world food in the vending machine… didn’t really make a difference? Except, it’s helped to really boost Levi’s IRL attendance rate, as he’s hooked on the boba tea.

After that, it becomes incredibly difficult for you to do your job. Seeing how successful you’ve been in your new position, and how the students at RAD are weirdly down to do whatever you say, the other members of the student council have really started to push it with their own requests.

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You sigh, massaging your fingers into your temple. Reluctantly, you pick up your pen and notepad and try to muster the most not-exasperated smile you can to bring a swift end to the current student council meeting.

“Alright,” you start, “let’s try this again. We’ll go round in a circle, listen to everybody’s reasonable policy proposals, and decide which to implement.” You state simply, looking around you at the brothers, who are sat with you at the student council round tables with various intensities of puppy-dog eyes. You don’t buy it, and your forced smile turns into something sharper.

“No budget cuts for anything fashion-related - “

You look at Asmo.

“-nothing that requires taking students’ money -“

You shoot a glare at Mammon, who chuckles nervously.

“- and absolutely no cat-mascot-related talk.”

Levi and Satan pout. They’re sat next to each other again, a comically-even-wider gap between them now that the election last week had ended in an uneventful tie.

A lengthy silence passes before Belphegor opens his mouth. You interrupt before he can start to speak.

“I will take into account a nap class. As in singular. As in we can’t replace four days of the school week with napping periods, Belphie.”

“You seem to have everything under control, MC. Thank you for keeping the council in check and representing Lord Diavolo well.” Lucifer thanks with a small smile; a symbol of his hard-to-earn approval. He ignores Belphie’s consequential eye-roll and leans back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. As always, Lucifer is outwardly calm and collected - but your experienced-eye still catches the oddly-hopeful tap of his gloved finger on the armrest as he continues. “If I may suggest a - “

“No, Lucifer. We’re not making the next class trip a factory tour.” You sigh. “We did that last month. And the month before.”

“But - “

“Luci.” You smile softly. “None of the students liked it.”

(and done! finally!)

(you may have noticed references to a speech MC makes as part of the election. this is something i quickly added in post in tribute to @noddle-master - who recently posted their first-ever obey me fic inspired by part one of this series! tysm for liking this random little scenario i decided to cook up <3)

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Slow and Steady: Prologue

Summary/Details: A new series - featuring an MC who isn’t too on-board with getting taken from their home, placed into another world and thrust into living with demons. A more realistic take on the human exchange student gradually getting accustomed to their new environment - and new housemates - told as scenes taking place in-between major events in the original Obey Me story.

This series comes with a whole bunch of topics, which will be detailed at the start of each one. For this prologue, story parts from the start until Lesson 5 are mentioned. May be a little OOC from the in-game MC dialogue choices.

No one saw you much in your first, few weeks as human representative in the Devildom. Unless you were at RAD, the only person (who wasn’t your roommate, Beel) to interact with you was Mammon: who had become increasingly, increasingly irritated at your lack of… anything. For once, he had begun to see what Beel was saying, comparing you to a meal. Food didn’t talk, didn’t move, didn’t protest… and you were much the same.

And yet, he’d still drop a tray of food outside your bedroom anyway. After all, he had been scolded by Lucifer each and every time you’d fail to show up to meals with the family. If he didn’t at least pretend to show that he gave a damn about being your caretaker, the Avatar of Greed’s already-meagre allowance would just dwindle further.

It isn’t long until the brothers stop setting your place at the table all together.

Things wouldn’t be that much easier for the demon on the inside, either. Beel tried making friends with you - he did. But he could only do so much when you would cower and flinch at the mere sound of his voice. When you would yelp whenever his mouth - and the sharp fangs within - dared to form the slightest smile. Curious questions turned into brief greetings, turned into necessary statements, eventually turned into curt nods and grunts of acknowledgement. The Avatar of Gluttony gets angry on occasion. He asks how your day was; you say you’re fine, and quickly turn away. He seeks you out at lunch in the RAD cafeteria, and you scurry to eat somewhere alone in the shadows.

But then he thinks of you, and the frighteningly familiar-sounding situation of being ripped away unwillingly from your home to live in a scary, unfamiliar place. He thinks of you, face-to-face with the scary and unfamiliar, during that night in the kitchen when you stared up at him: the monster too close to devouring you.

Then, his anger subsides. A silencing guilt takes its place.

Over time, you slowly show your face around the house. It starts small. You study in silence in the same room as Satan. You ask Levi to help you connect with the House’s Wi-Fi. You even muster up the courage to knock on Lucifer’s door. When it opens, you stammer something about having your place at the table set again, and run away.

You reason with yourself that it was getting annoying having to eat cold meals. Waiting for Mammon to leave your front door alone usually took a long time.

Slow and steady… you make friends with each of the brothers - the scary, terrifying, oddly-loveable demons - living under the same roof as you.

After all, you had no choice but to spend a year in this place. You may as well make the most of it.

And your new housemates… you’d come to find aren’t so bad, after all.

(new series! this is one i’ve wanted to do for a while, since i’ve been seeing a few posts of people talking about how quickly we accept being an exchange student, how quickly we forgive belphie, how quickly we’re basically okay with all the wild stuff that happens in this wacky game lol. so i plan to write a few scenes in between major plot points which basically show how long/how difficult it is for mc to process the aftermath of them. some will defo be angst - but i am hoping for some fluffy parts since i do want it to eventually lead to the closeness mc has with the family by the end of the story! stay tuned!)

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Vice-Vice Student Council President (Pt. 1)

Summary/Details: The RAD student council hold an election. This is bound to go well. Comedy and shenanigans all around!

Diavolo and Lucifer lead the RAD school council. This is a cold, hard fact which demons, angels and humans alike can never dispute: Diavolo is student council president, and Lucifer is student council vice president.

But vice-vice president?

… That’s up for debate.

At some point, it becomes an issue for a particular school festival event. All six, non-Lucifer brothers have ideas about what the main stalls should be… and about five days and twenty-four “stay” commands later, a student council meeting has once again ended in disagreements, broken chairs, and an emergency call for RAD’s human world representative.

“You should be ashamed, demons.” Luke pouts (he thinks it sounds more like a hiss than it does) with contempt once the chaos has died down, celestial blessings pouring from his lips as he hovers his hands over your chest. You weren’t hurt, but you did end up pretty exhausted from having to command all Rulers of the Underworld at once. You sink into a cushioned seat belonging to one of RAD’s many meeting rooms and take a few, sharp breaths… and relief floods your lungs as Luke’s blessing does its work. The young angel continues to scold as he treats you. “Pact commands for seven of you at once are too much for them to handle! You can’t just rely on them every time you disagree! It’s just unfair that - “

“Luke.”

You place your hand over his, shooting him a grateful - but meaningful - look. He reluctantly lets go, and you softly ruffle his hair in gratitude.

The brothers hard expressions melt into guilt when you turn to them.

“Guys, this is getting out of hand.” you start. “We need to decide the chain of command when it comes to school council stuff, ASAP.”

“Yeah - geez, weirdos.” Luke says. “Just find some ancient artefact to select the important council members. Or hold a life-or-death trial by fire like the rest of us normal pe -“

“Or an election!” You quickly interject. “Please… just hold an election, or something.”

The brothers murmur their reluctant agreement and you sigh with relief, turning to Luke. He looks mildly disappointed, but nods at you in agreement anyway. ___

You had planned to get the election over with as soon as possible, using an old shoebox as a ballot box and slips of paper with the brothers’ names which students can place a tick next to for their vote. You get ready for an all-nighter in the library to prepare all this… but, unfortunately, run into Diavolo and Barbatos when you get there. Not one to do anything by halves, Diavolo heartily announces that such a major event in RAD’s history should be endorsed and fully-supported by its founder. And, now, the ballot box is solid gold.

There are also posters. Posters, crayoned by the Crown Prince himself; of himself. These posters are everywhere, with about thirty in each classroom, all bearing a drawn version of Diavolo's noble (and hella ripped) visage and body, complete with a flexed finger which is enchanted to change in each portrait based on where the nearest debate hall is. Every student in RAD attends the debates because: one - it gets them out of class, and two - with all the posters, they can't really claim that they didn't know they were happening.

Levi suggests (insists) on using the tournament bracket generator he uses for online competitions - so the election becomes a single-elimination tourney. Each week, the demon brothers are paired off for a series of debates, speeches and rallies. In each pair, the students must vote for one brother to eliminate. Surprisingly, everyone involved agrees.

Unsurprisingly, the election devolves into madness in just its first week.

Belphegor and Beelzebub accidentally find themselves promoting the other, instead of themselves, during their debates. However - between five ‘naptime’ classes a day, and five all-you-can-eat buffets a day - the students find that their polices aren’t very good, and no one wants to vote.

Asmodeus - in his debate against the Avatar of Greed - suggests cutting school spending in half to allow for the budget to buy new uniforms, tailored to each student’s individual taste (and about forty-seven more uniforms for himself). Mammon panics as his own popularity starts to plummet, impulsively promising three meals a day from the cafeteria, on the house. The Avatar of Lust counters with free travel to school in luxury carriages. Mammon counters with ten, free meals a day. Asmo retaliates with fifty meals. Eventually the students realise none of this is very realistic, and no one wants to vote.

Leviathan comes up with a mascot for his campaign: an adorable, fluffy, black cat.

Satan also has a mascot for his campaign: an adorable, fluffy, black cat.

Their debate starts and ends on the topic of who rightfully deserves to have an adorable, fluffy, black cat as their mascot. Irritated, and disheartened from the debates that have already happened, no one wants to vote.

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“No vote, no vote, no vote… What is this, MC?” Diavolo sighs and rubs at his forehead in mild frustration with one hand - the other rifling around in the solid-gold ballot box and pulling out empty ballot after empty ballot. “It usually goes better when you suggest an idea. Every student has submitted their ballot without selecting a candidate.”

“Let’s not get hasty with blame now, young master.” Barbatos offers in your defence. “Having stood in the debates myself…” He trails off, with a polite cough. Typically, the demon butler doesn’t hold his tongue when it comes to criticism. But seeing as you suggested it, and as the young master was extremely proud of the many, many posters he had made, he bit his tongue. “… Let us just say that MC is not the one the students are looking to when they decide to cast their vote.”

“You mean - oh, come on, Barbatos.” Diavolo lets out a laugh - one that becomes more nervous when he is met with silence. " Oh, the brothers can't have been that bad. There must be at least one, proper vote somewhere in… yes - here!”

The demon prince pulls out a half-crumpled piece of paper - unfolding it carefully and holding it to the light. He frowns when he sees nothing but an empty ballot… then he turns it around; then reads the writing scrawled on the back aloud.

“This election is stupid - but would lowkey vote for MC…?”

A few moments of silence pass. The Devildom wind howls and rattles menacingly against RAD’s windows.

Then, a shark-like grin grows on Diavolo’s face.

"Oh, no. No, no, no." You stay, stepping back. "I'm not even a permanent student here! I'm not joining the election, Dia."

You hope to find comfort in the demon butler standing behind you, but he moves out of the way when you try running to him, shaking his head.

Diavolo had already made up his mind.

"I'll make the preparations at once, my lord." Barbatos announces, and Diavolo lets out what can only be described as an excited squeeeeeeeeeee. Barbatos shoots you a somewhat apologetic look, and chuckles. "It's time to start preparing your election speech, MC."

(edit: omfg i forgot my end-of-story spiel lol)

(not sure exactly what this was inspired by, but i missed writing a big comedy moment, so have a RAD election!!! idk if the boys alr have some kind of school council hierarchy, but i headcannon that after mc arrives and makes all the pacts, they’re just seen by every student as the most competent person there)

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Breathless

Summary/Details: Imagining the moment Solomon starts crushing on you. Fluffy af.

The levitation spell from yesterday’s class was nothing for Solomon the Wise; the genius feared amongst sorcerers. A flick of his fingers could move mountains. A shift in his posture could bend space. A single breath from his lips could ruin cities.

And so, he breathed.

In response, you followed.

Solomon looked down with intrigue from his perch on the RAD library window sill. The current mouse to his cat-like curiosity was you, studying Devildom nature in the school’s vast, thriving botanical garden and scribbling down findings in a leather-bound notebook; most likely for a school assignment. He blew some stray strands of hair from his eyes - and watched you chase the leaves that shook themselves loose from the trees above you. He whistled a short tune, chuckling mid-melody as stones organised and re-organised themselves into neat, little piles at your feet.

“Hm… I don’t think that’s the wind anymore…” You say out loud to the silence around you, brows furrowed. “Devildom rocks are pretty weird, I guess…”

Solomon snorts.

You scribble a quick sketch of dancing rocks into your book, blaming his puppeteered pranks on natural causes.

He continued to toy with you for the rest of his free period, satisfaction swelling in his chest as easily as air filling his lungs. Levitating rocks around your feet, mimicking the screech of seagulls from within hollow tree trunks, making flowers bloom in puffs of smoke where to step. It’s so fun, he thinks, to play around with you like this. To sway you about in a current of magic spells even a baby could easily learn, and to have you believe it was natural Devildom magic.

It felt good, he thought. To know that a human sorcerer had finally caught up to the all-powerful beings of this realm. To know that he had the power to protect small, fragile humans like you. To know he had full, total, immeasurable control over -

Suddenly, there was a pained cry from below.

Immediately, Solomon looked down.

… His breath hitched. The magic faded, the flowers from his latest prank stop blooming, and he sees that you’ve accidentally tripped and fallen to the ground. The fabric of your clothes lay sprawled out, lost within a sheer volume of flowers he hadn’t even noticed he had conjured up. Petals of all kinds of vibrant colours flew up and floated down as you shuffled around in an attempt to stand up. The plants appeared to bend out of your way as you did, as if welcoming their ruler. Like something out of a fairytale. Solomon couldn’t bring himself to look away.

Then, soft rays of sun hit. You, the flowers, the blades of grass - the fabric of your uniform - the light in your eyes - were hit, all at one, by the sunlight. Gold stretched over your skin. In just a single moment, Solomon’s repertoire of laughably-easily spells meant nothing in the face of your power.

All you did was breathe.

And then, suddenly, faced with nothing but your sheer beauty… Solomon was left breathless.

(u know what, i really haven’t given the non-brothers much love and i should really fix that! here’s a cute bit of solomon! i imagine he’s pretty hyper-focused on gaining power to make himself a human on par with the celestials and demons - only to realise that there is a kind of power which doesn’t require any magic at all…)

(love, the power is love, idk why i had to make that last bit sound like a movie trailer lol)

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Beel is Burger

Summary/Details: Beel, Leviathan and Mammon get into some trouble. Giggles and shenanigans.

“So,” you say, tapping your foot with mild irritation. Three, extremely guilty-looking demons sat still as statues in front of you, head down. “What have we learned?”

Three voices reply almost immediately, in a desperate effort to please.

“We should post the video to Fabsnap…?”

“Felt tastes like rotting wood…”

“Not every burger should be eaten.”

The irritation turns from mild to major. You sigh, slamming your palm into your forehead as you slump on a nearby sofa in Serenity Manor’s vast living room. Your fingers ram into the pocket of your hoodie, feeling around for your D.D.D before taking it out and checking the time: eight o’clock in the morning.

Just three hours ago, your phone had rung three times. You had answered, half-asleep, waking up to the sound of worrying - yet familiar - chaos.

Just two hours ago, you had dragged your groggy, unwilling body to the nearby funfair Mammon, Levi and Beel had wandered into - the complete lack of people and activity somehow not tipping them off to the fact that it was clearly closed.

Just one hour ago, you were dragging three, stomach-ached demons back to the Manor; and far, far away from the security guards who had caught said demons gnawing at the burger mascot costume Beel was wearing.

“I-If you think about it, it just goes to show that our little bro is the buffest guy around! In the stomach!” Mammon grins, nervously. A regret-filled yelp leaves his lips when both Levi and you shoot him intense, irritated glares. He immediately looks down, fiddling with his phone instead, muttering something about ‘video-evidence’. Levi shoves him.

“Beel,” you breathe slowly, and said little brother gulps. “Why… did you put the costume on?”

“I… I didn’t.” He admits. “I got hungry and looked for stuff to eat… and started eating the burger costume I found next to this food truck. Then I fell into the hole meant for wearing it.”

“H-He really did.” Levi stammers. “But he went in all wrong - and we couldn’t get it out - so we wanted to cut him out, and only our fangs were sharp enough to -“

“And I recorded the whole thing!" Mammon chimes in. "Once the taste left my mouth.”

“Okay! Okay.” You interrupt. “I get the picture. Beel just - just don’t eat any burgers unless they’re actual burgers? You know; burger-sized?”

Beel nods solemnly. You and Levi nod solemnly back.

“Hashtag, Beel is burger... Hashtag, felt tastes bad... Hashtag…”

Mammon… You choose to ignore Mammon.

(lowkey considering starting a human realm series, the shenanigans are endless. my boi beel doing more things - i'm so happy i'm coming back to this series hehe)

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Permanent Marker

Summary/Details: Mammon is encouraged to act on his growing crush on you when he catches you planning a certain ceremony in a secret scrapbook. Fluff and sweetness and romance and fluff.

That book. That book.

Normal demons, like Satan, use books in a normal way. A demon buys books, with Grimm, to read or write in. The Great Mammon, himself, has read many books in all his years as a demon (including ‘Seven Ways to Get Rich Quick’ and ‘Top 100 Employers Who Don’t Want Resumes’, to name some of his personal favourites).

Mammon often sees you working on that… weird book during free periods at RAD or during weekends in the House; slinging glue and stickers and colourful-looking parchment of all shapes sizes onto the pages like a human possessed. It’s some kind of scrapbook, he figures; a scrapbook which you shove into your schoolbag whenever anyone comes too close, and slam shut whenever your ears prick up at so much as the tiniest sound.

This book… This book clearly holds a secret. A secret the Great Mammon is too righteous (nosy) to leave alone!

He takes a not-so-subtle peek over your shoulder one night when he catches you working on your mysterious scrapbook in the living room; thankful that your focus is completely occupied with smoothing the air bubbles out from under a paper flower bouquets stuck to canvas paper with still-wet glue. Initially, he’s admiring your handiwork, pride swelling in his chest at his talented, creative, adorable human partner. He’s also definitely, definitely not thinking of ways to potentially monetise your art…

… until, eventually, he glimpses the words you’ve scribbled on top of the page.

‘Marriage Plans?’

… Marriage?!

Did that mean marriage… in the future - with matching outfits in a solid gold castle? With gold rings, gold plates and a big freakin’ party? Because he likes the sound of that.

Or did this mean marriage now - that you were currently planning a wedding with some random, no-good demon who had cruelly swiped you out of sight before he even had the chance to ask you out on your first date? The brief, fleeting, ridiculous thought leaves as soon as it first comes… But the insecurity lingers. What right did he have to think about marriage?

It’s not like he’s dating you. He can barely look you in the eye for more than three seconds without breaking down into a nervous, blushing pulp, anyway.

Gaze brushing past the pages of your work once more, Mammon’s breath hitches. Maybe your recent late night texts; more frequent invites to hang out after school; and the sheer amount of yellow and gold marker you chose to use in your scrapbook were a sign. A sign right under his nose - right in front of him the whole time. A garishly shiny, chemical-marker-smell-y, neon-yellow sign.

Marriage… admittedly, quite far away.

But, as you curse under your breath when you accidentally smudge some of the still-wet marker… Mammon can’t help but think that asking you out is a first step that’s long overdue.

“Yo,” he says into the silence, trying to appear casual. He chuckles fondly when you yelp and whip your head around to face him - slamming the book shut and shoving it out of view. He really hopes the crimson spreading on your blushing cheeks is also a sign. “I have something to ask ya.”

“Oh - ! Oh!” You squeak, grinning nervously. “Mammon! How… How long have you been there?”

“Long enough,” he smiles. “Wanna hang out after school tomorrow? I’ve, uh…”

He scratches the back of his neck.

“I’ve got something to tell ya.”

… And when you say yes, he really, really hopes that the gold and yellow marker inside your book dries permanent. He might need it someday, after all.

(hey, hey, hey! it’s been a hot minute… like i always reiterate on this account, my life is a pretty busy one - but it’s both summer AND new Obey Me! content time… so i couldn’t resist coming back from the void and returning to this fandom! also omfg new app? new obm content???? married life??????????)

(i wanted to write something to celebrate, but thought it would be nice to save the proposal, newlywed, etc. scenarios for the folks at solmare to write - instead, have this super-specific scenario i dreamed up instead! will get back to posting as much as i can this summer so that y’all have plenty of content before i sink back into the work void - so stay tuned, and feel free to request in the inbox!!!!!! sorry for the hiatus - i hope the content coming makes up for it!!!!!!)

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hey, guys! encourage you all to check out this amazing project! i was blown away by the quality and love put into this rewrite, and - if you're into obey me - you'll defo love this one.

shout out to @obey-me-rewrite - you guys are doing awesome work with this project!

Welcome to Obey Me: A New Beginning's Tumblr!

Heya everyone, welcome to this little corner of the internet my game calls home! I'm Saavan, the creator of what's more well-known as "the obey me rewrite", and I'm happy to bring it to Tumblr.

Obey Me: A New Beginning is an interactive fiction game, one that has my own spin on the characters and lore of the Obey Me universe. I found quite a lot of issues within the original game, so I took it upon myself to remake it with all my headcanons and expectations. Hope you enjoy!

You can visit the game HERE - click play to view all the features it currently has! There are many, I promise you, whether it's diverse character customization or fun Hellzfeed quizzes alongside the main story.

Here, I'll share game updates, sneak peeks, cute headcanons, and more! Feel free to hang around, say hi, and ask any lingering questions you may have in the ask box :) And if you'd like tutorials on how to accomplish certain things in the Twine engine (which is what I've used for this game), feel free to drop those in the ask box as well! I'll do my best to answer everything.

But anyway, that's all for now - see you in the Devildom, everyone!

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yo peeps this isn’t obm related but im really curious

year of shadow brought back my decade-or-so of being an extremely-avid sonic fan, starting from like seven years old? my first ever game was sonic rush adventure so i just wanna thank sega and sonic team for making my childhood great, making me a gamer and making my now adulthood great because my goodness i missed being a fan.

and im going to make this relevant by saying that if it weren’t for sonic, i wouldn’t be a gamer, thus i wouldn’t be here writing obey me fanfics for you wonderful folk

anyway uhhhhh might write something sonic related into one of my obey me posts iiiiiiidk its a might might

anyway, got some writings pilling in the ol notes app which will trickle onto here soon. stay cool, hydrated and rested, everyone! <3

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wow, y’all really liked this one, huh? i named the idol guy darkfang cuz it was the first edgy-sounding thing that came into my head and i heard coldsteel was already taken by someone’s oc idk

does this make this guy an oc? omfg is my first obey me oc an edgy idol in the devildom? is my first obey me oc a plot device??

idol culture in the devildom also seems like an interesting thing, cuz im pretty sure levi is a fan of some in the game itself. and then you can get all cool and worldbuild-y w it.

im thinking mammon or asmo showing up in their music vids as background extras cuz of their modelling gigs; their music playing at the public gym that beel works out at; or even like satan getting slightly miffed because one of his favourite books is getting adapted into a live action movie, but they’ve cast them as the lead clearly for their star power rather than their acting talent.

well this message got a lot longer than i intended. this was just a big thank you for liking my writing i really got fuzzy when the interaction notifs kept popping up on my phone ☺️❤️

also uh poll inspired by this

Biggest Crush

Summary/Details: MC sees someone on TV that they haven’t seen in a while, and the brothers react accordingly. Fluffy and light, all brothers included!

You didn’t mind being squished in between Mammon and Beelzebub on the sofa for the weekly movie night. The former took the opportunity to not-so-subtly snuggle into your side, whilst the latter held a comically-large bowl of popcorn; eighty-percent of which was probably for himself. The movie you watched was some old film that the brothers’ apparently had some nostalgia for, but could only be found on DevilTube. Inevitably, this meant an advertisement would play every so often; and your eyes lit up as a familiar demon flashed up on screen.

“Woah, it’s Darkfang! Yo…” you said, tossing some of Beel’s popcorn into your mouth. The sixth-born simply smiled, content at seeing your cheeks so adorably full, as you continued. “He was the first Devildom idol I ever got into!”

A few noises and hums of acknowledgement came from the brothers. On the TV screen, Darkfang flashed a handsome, cocky smile, winking at the viewer as he showed off what you assumed to be a new fashion line. You feel a wave of nostalgia wash over you.

“Y’know,” you began, voice slightly muffled as you chewed, “I had, like, the biggest crush on him back when I first got here.”

Silence, this time.

Lucifer tensed up. Leviathan peered up from his D.D.D for the first time that evening, with an imperceptible yelp. Satan balled his fists in his lap to stay composed. Asmo bit his lip. Beel stopped eating. Belphegor’s tail thrashed against the carpet.

Mammon’s grip on you was getting a little tight.

“Hey, Mam’. You mind squeezing a bit lighter?” You say nonchalantly, eyes focused completely on the movie, which had started up again after the advert had finished.

Little did you know, no one was paying attention to the movie anymore.

Instead, each brother replayed the advert in their mind; determined to one-up their new competition.

_

Later that week, something strange happened around the House of Lamentation.

Well. Strange things always happened… but this was different.

Suddenly, everyone was into idols. You caught Asmo and Levi studying idol performances more intensely than you had ever seen them study for an exam. Beel had even joined them for dancing practice each morning - complete with synchronised singing and chanting. You could hear the commotion from your room, and it now served as your alarm.

You figured this fascination with idol culture was what got Satan, Belphegor and Mammon in the music room every day after school. They didn’t know you knew, but it was pretty hard to miss when Mammon’s cries of ‘we sound so much better than that idiot!’ rang throughout the halls, accompanied by the rather-hideous combination of sounds from an electric guitar, a classical piano, and a cowbell.

Then, there was Lucifer. You tiptoed quietly into his study one evening, intending to remind him to get some rest. Instead, you found Lucifer sound asleep, his head on his desk… and a poster of Darkfang nestled under his cheek. Beside it were notes - meticulous, handwritten notes - with various facts you recognised about Darkfang’s height, weight, workout routine, diet… even his favourite pie flavour?

“Oh my Diavolo… I never guessed they’d all become Darkfang fans!” You whisper excitedly, blissfully ignorant to the brothers’ true motives. “I’ll start watching him on TV more often.”

(i’m probs gonna start doing more comedy amongst the angst storm lol. a lot of family friends way younger than me recently got into kpop, and i started watching and looking back at old idols i liked - especially vocaloid and kpop idols that gained popularity around the bts wings era. feel free to share any idols you guys liked as a kid/teen!)

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Send Off

Summary/Details: As the attendant to the Seven Avatars of Sin, it’s your job to send them off when they go to school each morning. Fluffy, a little funny. Nightbringer-based, but no spoilers really.

As an attendant, it’s your job to see the brothers off to school in the morning. Once you get changed and make it down the stairs, they’re all ready for you; lined up like a bunch of school children queuing for lunch in a middle school cafeteria. They bounce on their heels and chatter excitedly amongst themselves as you descend the stairs - again, like children.

Mammon whines and squirms if he doesn’t get his usual head pat and forehead kiss; but practically sprints out the door after, shouting denial about ever showing such uncool behaviour. Levi is also anxious to get his pat and kiss, and he nods obediently as you remind him to eat the lunch you made him and to not get cup noodles from the vending machine again.

Satan and Asmo squash you in a hug sandwich for their kisses, bidding you farewell pretty easily. You usually have to hand Satan a textbook you’ve finally found buried in the piles of books in his room, and he clutches it to his chest with a thankful smile as he heads out the door. Asmo follows close behind him, giving you a twirl. He doesn’t step outside the door unless you give him confirmation that his outfit looks beautiful enough.

You feel a familiar hand on your shoulder, wanting to get your attention as you wave goodbye to the fourth and fifth-born siblings. When you spin around, there’s Beel, with Belphie slumped against him. In your early days as an attendant, Beel would have his sleepy twin slung over his shoulder… But, never one to pass up the opportunity to be spoiled, the youngest brother has started trudging to the front door on his feet (supported by Beel) to guarantee he can be awake for your send-off kiss. You giggle at the adorable sight. Calmly, you open your arms and let Beel and Belphie lean and fall into your embrace, respectively.

A third, and final, weight leans against your back - and you feel arms and wings alike embrace you, Beel and Belphie all in one, big, warm hug. You know it’s Lucifer, but save his pride by holding the teasing remark on the tip of your tongue.

The three brothers reluctantly detach from you and wave goodbye after you give each of their cheeks a small kiss, leaving you behind as they walk out the door.

You wave back. A content, fuzzy, fond feeling fills your chest. You smile softly, looking at the front door to your Devildom home as you let a few moments pass…

… And you walk to the front door yourself, opening it. The seven brothers’ faces greet you, all various degrees of satisfied and giddy. You sigh.

“Is it really necessary to send you guys off if I’m going to school, too?”

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Biggest Crush

Summary/Details: MC sees someone on TV that they haven’t seen in a while, and the brothers react accordingly. Fluffy and light, all brothers included!

You didn’t mind being squished in between Mammon and Beelzebub on the sofa for the weekly movie night. The former took the opportunity to not-so-subtly snuggle into your side, whilst the latter held a comically-large bowl of popcorn; eighty-percent of which was probably for himself. The movie you watched was some old film that the brothers’ apparently had some nostalgia for, but could only be found on DevilTube. Inevitably, this meant an advertisement would play every so often; and your eyes lit up as a familiar demon flashed up on screen.

“Woah, it’s Darkfang! Yo…” you said, tossing some of Beel’s popcorn into your mouth. The sixth-born simply smiled, content at seeing your cheeks so adorably full, as you continued. “He was the first Devildom idol I ever got into!”

A few noises and hums of acknowledgement came from the brothers. On the TV screen, Darkfang flashed a handsome, cocky smile, winking at the viewer as he showed off what you assumed to be a new fashion line. You feel a wave of nostalgia wash over you.

“Y’know,” you began, voice slightly muffled as you chewed, “I had, like, the biggest crush on him back when I first got here.”

Silence, this time.

Lucifer tensed up. Leviathan peered up from his D.D.D for the first time that evening, with an imperceptible yelp. Satan balled his fists in his lap to stay composed. Asmo bit his lip. Beel stopped eating. Belphegor’s tail thrashed against the carpet.

Mammon’s grip on you was getting a little tight.

“Hey, Mam’. You mind squeezing a bit lighter?” You say nonchalantly, eyes focused completely on the movie, which had started up again after the advert had finished.

Little did you know, no one was paying attention to the movie anymore.

Instead, each brother replayed the advert in their mind; determined to one-up their new competition.

_

Later that week, something strange happened around the House of Lamentation.

Well. Strange things always happened… but this was different.

Suddenly, everyone was into idols. You caught Asmo and Levi studying idol performances more intensely than you had ever seen them study for an exam. Beel had even joined them for dancing practice each morning - complete with synchronised singing and chanting. You could hear the commotion from your room, and it now served as your alarm.

You figured this fascination with idol culture was what got Satan, Belphegor and Mammon in the music room every day after school. They didn’t know you knew, but it was pretty hard to miss when Mammon’s cries of ‘we sound so much better than that idiot!’ rang throughout the halls, accompanied by the rather-hideous combination of sounds from an electric guitar, a classical piano, and a cowbell.

Then, there was Lucifer. You tiptoed quietly into his study one evening, intending to remind him to get some rest. Instead, you found Lucifer sound asleep, his head on his desk… and a poster of Darkfang nestled under his cheek. Beside it were notes - meticulous, handwritten notes - with various facts you recognised about Darkfang’s height, weight, workout routine, diet… even his favourite pie flavour?

“Oh my Diavolo… I never guessed they’d all become Darkfang fans!” You whisper excitedly, blissfully ignorant to the brothers’ true motives. “I’ll start watching him on TV more often.”

(i’m probs gonna start doing more comedy amongst the angst storm lol. a lot of family friends way younger than me recently got into kpop, and i started watching and looking back at old idols i liked - especially vocaloid and kpop idols that gained popularity around the bts wings era. feel free to share any idols you guys liked as a kid/teen!)

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Too Bright

Summary/Details: You celebrate Belphegor’s and Beelzebub’s birthdays, at different points in time. Slight, slight reference to Lesson 16. Angstyyyyyyy.

You chirp and squeal with glee, spinning to a song that sounds foreign to Belphegor’s ears. A song for him, you had said. A birthday gift, you had insisted.

“Dance with me, Belphie!” You laugh, clasping his hands, wrists colliding and clanging with the metal bars in a way that infuriated him. Were you mocking him? Were you relishing the fact that you were free to sway and twirl like a flower petals; not trapped in an attic, forgotten and rotting? Were you relishing in your freedom, looking down on him with the pride that only one who had gotten past his eldest brother could boast? Did you follow his voice, trudge your way up those stairs, just to gloat by singing and humming some unnecessary tune?

His tired gaze falls to the floor. A single cupcake sits on a saucer; a single candle sticking out of the icing on top. The candlelight it provides is bright - too bright for a pair of eyes that have only known dark and dust for too long - and he squints, looking away from the cupcake and back at your face.

It’s unfair. That same candlelight makes you look bright, too. Bright and beautiful, illuminating your smile with a glow that tempted him to reach out beyond the bars of his prison and -

No.

The Avatar of Sloth lets his arms go limp, straining something resembling a smile. It’s enough to convince you, though - and you go back to dancing, holding him so close that he can feel the warmth of your cheek on his.

Disgusting humans. With you none the wiser, he squeezes his eyes shut, to envelope himself in the darkness that embraces him in the attic when you’re not around. It’s a darkness that’s familiar… a darkness where, if he squeezes just enough, he can see her. His sister is there, in the darkness, and she helps him to remember.

Humans are the most dangerous form of temptation.

And he won’t make his sister’s mistake.

_

You chirp and squeal with glee, spinning to a song that has Belphegor wide awake.

Through open, alert eyes, he watches his twin brother lift you up by the waist with ease, and you both twirl under the gentle glow of the ballroom chandelier.

The cupcake you had made for Beel has long been devoured (candle and all, to no one’s surprise), and the Avatar of Gluttony’s sheer size mean that you both are bathed in the glow of the ornate chandelier above you in the centre of the room, laughing happily as you dance to a song once meant for him.

It wasn’t fair, Belphegor wants to think, watching as Beel indulged and indulged in the temptation of loving you. It wasn’t fair, he wants to think, hearing the birthday song which he had never paid attention to until it was no longer his name you sang. It wasn’t fair that he never let himself eat your cupcake.

He watches the two people he cherishes most waltz together, arm-in-arm and hand-in-hand, from a lone sofa in the corner. Around you, your friends and family gather around to join in the festivities; bunching up until the only view he has of your dance is through the tiny, narrowing slot of space between a content Lucifer and a cheering Lord Diavolo. It narrows - and narrows… and the last thing he sees is Beel pull you in by the waist for a deep, loving kiss.

Belphegor smiles bitterly, watching you hum against his brother’s lips. You look too bright, and too beautiful.

He squints, looking away from your face. The bright lights must be making his eyes tear up.

(y’all i just gotta accept that writing angst comes easiest to me, and idk if that’s a problem 😭. i hope y’all are doing good, though - esp with all the obey me news as of recent, such as the new content stopping. if anyone has any theories of what’s coming next, or anything they’d like to see in om’s future, feel free to share!)

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Headcannon: Moveable Pact Marks

I had a thought, about pact marks being made moveable. Once your magic has become strong enough, Solomon shows you that the physical manifestation of your pacts can be moved from your eyes to your skin, and can be manipulated. Like tattoos you can place anywhere on your body. You’re nowhere near as strong as Solomon, though. The necessary spell takes a toll on both your skin and stamina if done too frequently, so the sorcerer has advised you to limit its use to once every few months.

Naturally, the brothers wait for the pact mark shuffle with bated breath and anticipation. Who will have their mark shown off the most? Who will have the biggest mark? Whose mark will be closest to your heart?

There are some patterns. For example, you’d be lying if you said that the aesthetic didn’t matter. You like Beel’s mark to be the largest. Asmo’s looks the best when worn like jewellery, wrapped around your wrists and ankles.

Sometimes, you need to consider the powers that come the easiest to the brothers. Mammon’s agility means the pact’s power feels nicest surging through your legs. Lucifer’s intimidation lends itself best when the mark is placed like a crown on your forehead. Satan's wrath-fuelled strength feels most powerful through your arms.

Most of the time, though, you use your pact marks to convey how you feel about each of them. Leviathan’s is always somewhere visible or risqué - you’re proud to be with him and to show him off, even if he protests otherwise. Belphie’s is often seen around your neck or on your back… a silent sign of forgiveness. (wait i had this sitting in drafts for months and just??? forgot about it????? how????? anyway, hope everyone's surviving the winter, and take this random, cozy headcannon :D)