𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: steph calls jason drunk, he has to come pick you up right now. only problem? you insist you won’t be leaving with anyone who isn’t your amazing boyfriend, not recognising the man in front of you.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none, fluff, crack, reader is lowk a freak for jason (#me2) , flustered jason, 1k words, working on a jason version of this!
<𝟑: art creds to @quezartt
Jason had broken several speed limits, but he didn’t really care. His mind was solely focused on you—or more specifically, you in the background of Steph’s call.
He'd checked his phone enough times to kill the battery twice over. Not because he was worried, Steph was with you and he knew you were more than capable of taking care of yourself.
Still, the movie had long faded into background noise. Every time his phone buzzed, his head snapped up before he could stop it.
Pathetic. Jason blamed you.
He was only half-aware that he’d parked the bike somewhere out of view—someone was bound to steal it if not—and entered the bar where you and Steph had gone for drinks.
"I miss him," you’d drawled, stretching out the i's, clearly drunk, while Stephanie giggled as she spoke. "Oh yeah, definitely come pick her up."
At the end of the place, where the music was loudest and didn’t bother the other patrons as much, were you and Steph, with an empire of empty drinks populating the wooden table.
Your head was tossed back, smiling and laughing as you played with the edge of Steph’s dress.
"Where is myyy husband?" You frowned—bottom lip wobbling—then you giggled. "Well, we aren’t married just yet, but in my mind we are."
Steph nodded very seriously, feeding into your delusions.
"Mrs. Todd has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?" You looked the blonde girl dead in the eye. "Doesn’t it?"
She nodded. "Mrs. Todd sounds kind of expensive."
Jason coughed awkwardly, hands shoved into his jacket pockets.
Stephanie smiled. "Took you long enough."
You swept your eyes up and down him.
His heart kicked once against his ribs. You were unfairly gorgeous. Not that he'd ever tell you that to your face of course.
"Is this your ride, Steph?"
She looked between the two of you. "No?"
You raised a brow, still looking him dead in the eye. "Then why is he standing there looking at us?"
Steph’s brows furrowed before she began laughing as if there were no tomorrow.
"It’s not funny, Steph," Jason said.
She pretended to wipe a tear from her eye. "It’s hilarious."
"Do you need something?"
"I’m picking you up." He stated.
Your eyes widened so much it was almost comical. “No way! I have a boyfriend, thankyouverymuch, and I won’t be leaving if it’s not with him!"
Jason bit the inside of his cheek. "Baby, I’m your boyfriend."
You scrunched your nose. "Stop lying. My boyfriend is the prettiest man there is, I’d recognise him anywhere.” You sighed dreamily. Wow, talk about whiplash. "He has beautiful eyes," you continued, licking your lips, "and amazing biceps." You looked at him in anger again. "You either leave, or I’ll tell him to beat you up."
Funny thing was, Jason didn’t exactly know how to feel. He was slightly heartbroken that you didn’t recognize him. But the same time, you were threatening complete strangers on his behalf.
Something stupid happened in his chest, right where his myocardium was. "Beat me up, huh?"
"Yes!" you said, very self-assured. The you dropped your voice to a whisper. “He’s a massive softie, though, but don’t tell him I told you."
Steph patted your back. "He won’t, babes."
"Good." You rested your chin on your fist. "He’s so dreamy."
"Good for you," Jason said, and headed to the bar to ask for two glasses of water.
When he came back, you were still mumbling about munching on his bicep like it was an apple.
He was never recovering from this.
He offered the drinks, and Steph drank hers down without hesitation.
"This is not tequila."
Jason pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand. "It’s water."
You eyed him skeptically. "You again. Didn’t we tell you to shoo?"
He offered you the drink.
You stared at it, then at him. “I’m not taking drinks from strangers."
"You’re clearly drunk, baby."
"Only my boyfriend calls me that, you can’t." Your lip wobbled again. "I miss him."
Jason's chest tightened. "I think you should take the water."
Steph pulled out a couple crumpled bills and left them on the table. "Let’s go."
You let her drag you out of your chair, but at the last moment, you nearly lost your balance— Jason immediately caught your waist, steadying you.
You shrieked.
Like a cat that had just been kicked in the street, the whole bar turned toward the source of the noise and Jason thought death didn’t sound that bad after all.
"I." You smacked his arm. "Have." Again. "A boyfriend!"
And because things couldn’t possibly get worse, a tall, jacked man approached the two of you.
"Is he bothering you?"
You sniffled. "Yeah."
The man gave Jason the meanest stink-eye. "I think you should leave, man."
Jason was suddenly very aware that this was exactly how kidnappings looked.
"It’s her boyfriend. She’s just really drunk," Steph said, coming to his rescue like an angel.
The man crossed his arms. "And I’m just supposed to believe that?"
Steph sighed and pulled out her phone. Her movements were shaky as she tapped the screen with too much force. At least she could still see it. "Here. This was last week."
The man inspected the photo for a beat too long before nodding and leaving. Not before glaring at Jason one last time.
You rested heavily against Steph as he walked the two of you—a pair of newborn fawns learning to walk—outside. Jason right behind you, making sure that if any of you fell nothing bad would happen.
He immediately scanned the street; parked cars, empty sidewalk, three people across the road. No apparent problems.
Then you started singing. "You know that song by Doja Cat?" You coughed and began singing extremely off-key.
"Tie him down to my queeeeen bed—ugh, I love him so much. I’d let him put me in—"
Steph smacked a hand on your mouth. “Ew, not about Jason.”
You shrugged and raised your arms.
Heat crawled up the back of Jason’s neck. He ignored it.
Thank God it was late at night and there wasn’t sufficient light to rat him out.
"I’m sure he knows." He said finally.
You spun around, and for a horrifying second he thought you’d fall.
Somehow, you stayed upright.
“Jason!"
Before he knew it, you were wrapping your arms around him and dropping like dead weight.
He caught you automatically. Of course he did.
He hoisted you up gently so you wouldn’t get dizzy, then you nuzzled your face into his chest.
"I missed you. There was this guy who kept standing there. What a creep!"
He rubbed slow circles into your back. "I’m sure he was."
I haven't heard from you in a bit, I hope you're doing well, I was just coming over your writings here and in Cupaholic and was wondering how you were doing.
(Also, I hope you got my other ask ;-;)
-❤️ Anon
i did!!!! tumblr has been iffy lately with sending me notifs but ur all good! i love seeing u pop up and reading ur writing!!!
😭😭😭😭😭 i feel so bad omg i keep wanting to write and i keep having my mammon dreams but ive been struggling with taking time to actually write stuff out. i think its maybe college or the approaching finals season but im really tired lol
but in other news i got into grad school!!! so i'll be moving to spain (and hopefully moving in with my bf :3333) so we'll see if that spark comes back
i think the main issue for me is that i dont even have time to read anything, no fanfiction no webnovels barely any shows idk
sorry for the word vomit lol how r u doing ? its really really nice to see u pop up
lowkey if u wanna stay in contact i wouldn't mind exchanging contacts 🫣🫣🫣🫣
(Making this at 4 am because I wasn't able to go to sleep until I wrote something out.
Forgive the spelling errors, and I might overhaul this later.
No, actually when I get home from work later today I WILL be changing this because there is no way that the higher ups in this world would accept this.
Azul belongs to @ourbloodysecretofficial
Warnings: Self-Indulgence, Blood, GORE, Non-Canon, Torture, OC x Canon, SELF-INDULGENCE)
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What had she done?
What had she done?
There had been times where she had taken breaks from being around him over the centuries because following someone around when you haven't publicly proclaimed yourselves to be friends, or lovers, many side-eye you when you continue to follow someone around.
But in the face of what she had learned in the past minute, what was that to matter?
She had left her own savior alone, and he was suffering.
The shell that surrounded the heart sprinted down the streets, faster than the human eye could properly track.
It would have been an off-putting sight, if it wasn't too late in the day for anyone to see or care.
'To the left... Left... Right.
There you are.
It was an affluent home.
The grounds were vast, the grass a deep green, foliage lush and beautiful, meticulously kept by all means.
But she could taste it, at the very edge of all of this.
Could verify that this is exactly where she was supposed to be by the air itself.
Despair.
Agony.
Kill.
KILL.
KILL ME.
END MY TORMENT.
The Creature of Empathy pressed itself against the bars, the shell of its own body coming apart and separating from the cold steel, morphing around it, its core beating its own drum, answering the call the recipient could not possibly hear.
Wait for me.
Just a minute longer.
Just a moment.
I am Here.
Even if I have to Die, you will no longer suffer.
When the bars were behind her, the shell continued to race.
How many limbs did she need?
She could feel how many creatures were there.
How many mouths?
If they were willing to make one suffer like this, she didn't consider them part of the beloved humans she loved so much.
' Make yourself Bigger.
Stronger.'
" What the fuck is that-"
Guards.
Did they feel they were prepared?
Crunch.
Squelch.
If they did feel that way, it wasn't enough.
The terror, the horror and the agony were practically forced into her mouth, like the flesh and meat and bone into the mouth of the Shell.
The emotions were all over the place, overwhelming and to her it tasted of rot.
' Kill them quick.
Kill them quick or you're going to vomit.'
Bang bang bang!
Bullets.
Too bad for them 'headshots' didn't do anything to a creature such as she, as she moved down the hall and sliced the head of the terrified guard clean off their shoulders.
Humans were everywhere, trying to stop her, but she left a massacre in the wake as she looked for the very important source, other emotions tickling at her being as she got closer.
Glee.
Greed.
All of it was poisonous to her pallet, her shell's form changing from long and spindly to slimy and gelatinous.
After all, you didn't need to smash open a door when you could merely blend around it.
Sliding under and into the room, it was a horrible and horrendous sight to behold.
Azul, in all his agony, blood of the most beautiful gold splashed this way and that, his right eye removed, gashes and wounds.
SOMEONE SAVE ME.
SAVE ME-
Seals placed upon him, chaining him to helplessness in the hands of the tormentors, those that gleefully rendered him that way, in suffering.
It was a horrible mangling of the body and mind of someone that was more precious than his blood.
" Oh look.
A worm."
Perhaps making herself like a slime had not been the best idea, as one that had heard the screams thrust a hand into the goo, clawing at the core that swiftly moved with a small knick to its fragile surface.
'They knew what she was.'
Perhaps they had been watching Azul for longer than even she had anticipated...
They knew the friends that would come to save him.
But that wouldn't save them as the slime turned acidic around the hands, quickly eating at flesh, the human screaming as they pulled back their hand as the skin and muscle wore away to bone.
They didn't seem to understand that her arsenal only ever expanded whenever she left Azul.
One day she would be good enough for him, maybe, as the acidic slime moved, enveloping the human, muffling their screams and hiding her core self behind their body as the group of creatures moved away from the one who was the most important here.
' Yes... Get away from him.
Never touch him again.'
A human moved, seizing a few blood-drawing instruments and moving around to pierce her heart.
Pulling from the victim she had held, their bones clattering uselessly to the ground as her form solidified and expanded.
Multiple arms grasped them as skin appeared, shifting and hardening, the figure growing larger and more pronounced as she mimicked their victim, one of the strongest beings she knew.
After all... it was only fitting that they suffered and died with their victim being the last thing they ever saw.
Eventually, the room coated in red, splattered and gore dripping from the ceiling and down the walls, the ruse fell away.
She could never have Azul look at her and see his face.
She could already feel it.
The dulling of the pain...
And the hatred.
Of them...
And himself.
Moving before him, she moved her hands to either side of her heart and pulled.
Her entire being filled with all the pain, all of the unhappiness and negativity, stuffing and eating it.
It seemed endless...
But there was an end.
And by the end of it, Azul was empty of feeling, if only temporarily in his weakened state.
He swayed on his feet, falling forward as Dotchi caught him, full and strong from all the emotions that had flooded into her, all the negativity and aggression making her shake as she held him, his face pressed right against her core at her chest.
" I've got you."
Her voice shook as she spoke from her shell and her core, the softest whisper into his ear, before she restrained herself.
" I'll get you to a healer... Put your arm around me... Thank you... Come with me."
Slowly but surely, he moved with her.
Empty of all negative feelings, of all pains and agony, the relief of no more pain made his one eye roll around slightly, his voice softly slurring.
" Am... I... Dead?"
" No... No, I... I'll do my best to make sure that never happens.
Thank you... For saving my life."
" What..?"
" Nevermind, Let's just get you out of here.
One step at a time... Good."
The gold dripped onto her arms and her side, but as she guided him from the home towards safety, the only thing that was important to her was the life that she was guiding out of torment.
As part of the @obeymevents holiday exchange, I got to write for @abrokecupoftea and her MC!
Despite me being a bit late because I got too stressed about making sure everything turned out okay, it was fun to try to write for an actual MC not my own. Thank you for organizing the event, Panda, and a thanks to Cup for being patient!
“There you are, Cup! Been lookin’ all over RAD for ya.”
A voice calling from over your shoulder caught your attention as you were ascending the stairs. Before even turning to see who the voice belonged to, you knew. That loud tone and attractively shrill pitch could only belong to one person.
“Oh, Mammon! Did you need something?”
“No, not really.. Well, actually.. Are ya free now? You are, right?”
You hesitated an answer. He caught you on your way back to the council room to report your end of day responsibilities, so you technically still had something to finish before you were dismissed by Lucifer. “I will be, but I need to--”
“Cool, then you’re comin’ with me! I got some errands to run in town, and you’re taggin’ along!”
Mammon grabbed your wrist, tugging you back down the stairs towards the entrance doors that connected to the courtyard of RAD.
“No, wait, I still have to--”
“It'll be fine!"
A part of you wanted to rebuttal his pushy attitude, but with the brisk pace and delighted look on his face, Mammon was clearly excited about something. You sighed down your complaints about his brashness and assuming ways, and let him pull you along.
You hoped Lucifer would be okay with a text message excusing your absence!
Once in town, Mammon had slowed his excited strides to a more casual walk. At his behest, you held hands as you strolled through the streets. He detoured around groups of demons, keeping you close and away from stray shoulders and unsuspecting trips.
“Hey, watch where you’re goin’!”
It was almost Christmas, so decorations and lights were placed pretty much anywhere they could be - wreaths were hung on lamp posts and doors and patio fencing, different colored string lights zigged and zagged overhead and fastened to restaurant awnings and above entrance-ways, various ball ornaments, giant candy canes, and snowflake-shaped lights were swaying around in cramped spaces. Not to mention the many, many winter-themed stickers and decor placed on windows and doors.
So, of course, the town was a frenzy of shoppers and groups milling about, loitering in front of shops and entrances and even in the middle of the pathways.
“If ya don’t wanna be bumped into, don’t stand in the way!”
Once the both of you parsed through the worst of the shopping district, Mammon stopped in a pocket amongst the swarm of people to take a breather.
“Somehow we made it through there.. I need some air.”
“The Devildom really takes the holidays seriously, huh?”
“Yeah, ever since Lord Diavolo officially established it, everyone gets crazier around this time.”
“Where are we going first?” you asked curiously.
“To Cafe Lament,” Mammon answered back.
“Are we getting something from there? Ohh, I wonder if they have anything new!”
“..Who knows.”
There was a lull in conversation, but as you looked around at the store fronts, you noticed the sign for Cafe Lament just a few more roads down. Demons were still clumped and grouped together, but it was more dispersed than what was a few feet away. Still, it could be possible to get separated!
“There’s the cafe, Mammon. Come on!” You grabbed his hand as you spoke, but before you got too far you felt resistance against your pull, so you turned back to see what was up.
“So, uh, I..” You noticed the shift on his face to shy avoidance as he let go of your hand and gestured with it over his shoulder, thumb pointing vaguely behind him. “Actually, I gotta go grab somethin’ from one’a the other stores.”
“Oh, okay. We can just go to Lament after that then.”
“N-No, you just go on, and I’ll meet ya there afterwards.”
There was a brief pause as you stared at each other, slightly confused about his sudden change in behavior. As Mammon turned to leave, he took one step before quickly twirling back around on his heel to face you again. “OH, and when you get there, don’t look at the food stuff! Wait ‘til I get there! I mean it!”
Walking into Cafe Lament, it was immediately apparent that it was busier than usual, but with a stroke of luck there were a few tables open, one conveniently by the windows facing the street outside. It was a bit awkward taking a table empty-handed, but you ignored the feeling. Mammon would return before too long.
Or so you thought.
People watching can only be interesting after so long, inside the cafe and out. Conversations melded together among the patrons and keeping an eye out for a messy tuft of white hair through the meandering masses outside only kept you entertained until your fourth assumption of seeing Mammon and it not being him deflated you. Distracting yourself on your phone only only helped for a bit - scrolling through pictures on Devilgram, looking at deals on Akuzon, checking on the group chats, considering sending a barrage of messages to Mammon before deleting them - because every couple minutes to every few seconds your eyes kept glancing at the time.
Bored and with waning patience with no more stuff to do, you resorted to looking at the arrangements on the table. Different colored sweetener packets, half-filled sauce bottles, a centerpiece with fake greens and something akin to red holly berries for decoration, and a stack of menus neatly placed in the tabletop stand. Remembering what Mammon said about not looking at the food items piqued your curiosity about it.
You did try to resist, but the longer Mammon took to show up, the more curious you became.
Maybe a peek would be fine. Just a quick browse over it to curb your inquisitiveness. You would just read the old stuff to kill more time. If you saw anything new, you would just avert your eyes.
You slipped a menu out of its holder and browsed through it. The usual drinks and food were listed on the first two pages, but when you turned to the backside the bold wording at the top caught your attention immediately – Limited Specials for Two: To Share With That Special One!
You blinked, staring at the delightfully colored wording, and then it quickly started coming together for you. “Ohh..!”
This was supposed to be a date.
That was why Mammon told you so firmly not to look, but your nosiness spoiled another surprise that he had tried to set up. Despite that, you were so tempted to see what kind of things they had. Just a look at the names, not even a glance at the pictures!
Silently apologizing to Mammon, you started browsing through the desserts:
>Baumkuchen (Ring Cake)
Resembling the many layers of rings from a tree, this cake represents a long-lasting relationship accompanied with layers of happiness over time. Perfect for the winter holidays!
Why limit this special chocolate to a single day? With romance along with the Christmas spirit, blend the two like our specially blended, high-quality, made-by-hand chocolate, and blur the line to turn this sweet treat into a romantic, wintery moment to deepen that bond with that special someone.
>Seasonal Mochi
Similar to its stretchy and unbreakable texture, eating this will help encourage longevity and persistence with your bonding love to your special someone!
Options for filling include: strawberries, cranberry orange, chocolate orange, peppermint matcha, and hazelnut.
For a limited time only on New Year’s Eve and New Year: Kagami Mochi, for good fortune!
>Melty Kiss Chocolate
For on the go! Quick bite-sized winter-themed chocolates shaped like snowflakes
The list continued on with further descriptions, but you were interrupted when you heard familiar soft thuds after the chiming of the door caught your attention. You stiffened as you turned to see Mammon, quickly approaching, with a medium-sized plastic bag in hand.
“Sorry. There was a line, and it took longer than I thought it would,” he began to explain but stopped short. You never had time to even attempt to hide the menu in your hands. All you could offer was a caught-red-handed shy smile. “What the?! Are you seriously snoopin’ through the menu when I told ya not to?!”
“Ahh, I mean, yes, but no?! I didn’t.. read all of it..!”
“Seriously..!”
He harrumphed into the chair across from you, pouting. You felt bad for ruining the surprise, but his grumpy face was kind of cute. You offered an apology as you closed the menu and placed it down on the table. Mammon quietly bristled, and you tried navigating the conversation to something else.
“So, um.. what did you get?” You indicated with a head tilt towards the bag he had placed on the floor next to his seat. You leaned over to see what was in it, but Mammon grabbed the handles and slid it closer to his legs.
“Quit bein’ so dang nosy, Cup,” Mammon softly warned. As you reclined back up, you thought you heard him murmur something under his voice. “You’ll get it later, anyway...”
As it turned out, Mammon had no real errands to do, aside from picking up the mystery package. Going to Cafe Lament had been his plan along, to try the new holiday desserts. His gullible-ness for superstitions about love and relationships was way too stupidly cute. Thinking about it, you gently shook your head and smiled at his continuous attempts, despite you already being so in love with him. The lemon parfait and the coffee rumors, the love charms, his umbrella doodle - all of it enamored you so much more than any potential magic that could ever influence you.
Today was just another example to add to the growing list of reasons you loved him so much.
Although, your sweet tooth, on the other hand, might have a few complaints about him.
Later that evening, after dinner and the usual antics subsided as everyone went to their rooms, Mammon accompanied you back to your bedroom, intending to spend more time together with you before Lucifer began his rounds.
Before joining you in his usual spot, Mammon hesitated, a blush starting to color his cheeks, as he shoved a package at you, a large apparel box with the Devicci store name written in a repeated pattern across the ribbon that held it closed. You took the box from him with both hands and plopped down onto your bed, settling it onto your lap. Tugging a tail to undo the bow, you slipped the ribbon off and untucked the flaps of the box to reveal a gentle, soothing colored hoodie folded neatly inside. It was a muted lilac that blended into a darker shade of lavender at the end of the sleeves and the bottom hem.
“Oh, wow!” you exclaimed as you pulled the hoodie out, holding it up to look at it. The fabric was a soft cotton texture; just feeling it in your hands you could tell that it was going to be extremely comfortable to wear.
“Take a look at the inside’a the right sleeve.”
You did as Mammon said, holding the majority of the clothing against your chest, and rolling the sleeve up to see an inscription hand-sewn into the fabric, totally unnoticeable from the outside. It was a heart colored a deeper shade of purple with an M next to it.
While you were gazing at the threaded engraving, Mammon pulled out a second box, untied the ribbon, and revealed another hoodie, this one black and larger but otherwise identical to yours. Mammon took a seat next to you on the bed. You watched him fold back the left sleeve and paired them together. His had a white heart with a C accompanying it.
“If we wear these, even if we’re not together, then it’ll still be like we are, y’know? Was the idea I had at the time...”
“Thank you, Mammon! This was so thoughtful of you! I love it so much!”
“O-Oh. Well, I’m glad you’re enjoyin’ it so much... You better! It was a limited run. I had to get up extra early to stand in line to order it! You should try it on, see if it fits ya alright.”
“Okay!”
At your excited request, although Mammon tried to argue, despite easily relenting, he wore his hoodie with you as the both of you sat comfortably on the bed, watching the Devildom version of a Hallmark Christmas movie. It was a bit stifling with the extra layer on, but it was so cozy and warm in the best way. It was so comfortable! It felt like one continuous hug.
Mammon offered his hand to you, and you welcomed it, a loose grip, fingers intertwined in a gentle grasp. You noticed with the alignment of how your sleeve overlaid on his that the two inscriptions were pressed together, and you hid your face into the collar to hide the wide, unrestrained grin breaking across your face.
Hiding the fact you wore matching clothing with Mammon was so ridiculous, but if it meant you could have moments like these then you really had no qualms with his reasoning of hiding it from his brothers. This was a special moment for the two of you, and in some way, thinking like this, helped you understand his reasonings a bit better.
😭😭😭😭😭😭 genuinely one of the best things ive read it's so comforting and nice to read as imw struggling through college thank u so much im so glad u were my gifter 🥰
The House of Lamentation was quiet, silence ringing loud in the space where laughter used to echo about. The brothers all looked at each other nervously, the small clinks of their spoons and forks interrupting the awkwardness blanketing over the table. Dinner was an awkward affair, with even the normally boisterous Mammon sniffling in silence instead of yelling out as he usually did.
Near the end of the table, second from the left side, sat Satan. Eyes turned downward and fork carelessly moving the food around his plate in circles. Beel, seated across from him, tracked the movement with keen eyes, his stomach growling yet too afraid to break the silence. Three chairs down from Satan and Beel sat Kirana, a blank expression settled onto her normally smiling face. Every movement she performed was precise and calculated, a small clink ringing out every now and then as she gathered up food onto her spoon.
“So, uh, nice weather we’re having yeah?” Mammon asked nervously, his eyes flicking back and forth between Kirana and Satan, a forced smile on his face as he tried to lighten the mood.
“The breeze has been nice,” Kirana agreed, dabbing her lips with a napkin before reaching over to grab some cake (courtesy of Barbatos for having to cancel on their tea party so last minute).
Satan brightened up at that, an eager grin on his face as he chimed in, “Yes! It has! There’s a trail that looks lovely this time of year, with a great view if you’d like to go!”
His grin faltered as Kirana stood up, grabbing her slice of lemon pound cake and a dessert fork, and left the dining table, pushing her chair back towards the table and walking up to her room. The sting of being ignored flushed Satan' s cheeks, a frown appearing as he stared back into his plate. It had been more than a week, by this point, of Kirana’s silent treatment.
Mammon sighed, rolling his eyes as he stood up, finished plate in hand. “It’s been a week already! How have ya still not apologized to her?” He shook his head in contempt at his little brother, walking away towards the kitchen to start cleaning up.
Asmo stood up as well, nervously looking towards the hallway Kirana left through. “Just apologize, Satan. Whatever you did, whatever you said- it can’t be that important that you’re ruining your relationship with her over. Man up and beg for her forgiveness, and soon.” He sighed, ruffling Satan’s hair as he walked past him, off to, presumably, find Kirana and suggest another girls’ night, as he had been doing the past week.
Lucifer joined in, watching as Asmo walked away, an unusually fragile look on his face as he stood stiffly, face frozen as he said, “If you want to talk about, my office is always open to you. Don’t let your wrath control you like this.” His eyes flickered away, watching as Beel ate Belphie’s leftovers, and gave a small frown, eyes finally meeting Satan’s before walking away.
Satan grimaced, lowering his head into his hands as he contemplated Lucifer’s words. It’s bad enough that the others had already been getting onto him from the start, but if Lucifer is stepping in it means that it’s going too far.
He isn’t blind, he’s seen how Kirana lightened up the House of Lamentation, and how she’s helped the brothers with many of their problems- this silent treatment was affecting everyone, not just him.
And he knew that. He knew that he shouldn’t have let this drag on for as long as it had, but every time he saw her, watched her laugh with Asmo and taste test tea cakes with Barbatos, that slimy feeling started to creep up on him again. He could feel it, sometimes. The physicality of wrath, how the inky anger filled up his throat and suffocated his lungs. He could feel his claws fighting to come out, his horns and his teeth wishing cruelty upon everyone- he was surrounded by it.
Nothing would ever come close to the way she loved him, healed him, quieted down the more angry parts of himself. He got up, food abandoned and forgotten on the table for Beel to snack on later, as he slowly walked towards the library. His second haven, when he couldn’t have the warmth of his beloved.
The memory of it all floated around in his head, her face stricken with tears as she asked him to stop, asking him why- his wrath burned the rest away, the words he said venomous and sharp, aimed to hurt, to maim. He closed his eyes, trying in vain to burn away the memory, to erase it from his mind. The suffocating feeling of regret bubbled up his throat- again, and somehow even worse than all the previous times combined.
He knew there was fear, locked behind his mind and buried deep in his heart- he was scared he had lost her, his haven, his beloved, and yet that fear also kept him locked up. Running forward but not moving his feet- he felt trapped. Every time he saw her he could feel the fear creeping up on him, the worry that she didn’t love him anymore, that she despised him and his cruelty, that his wrath had finally driven away the person that he loved the most.
“Mrow!”
A small purr shook Satan out of his thoughts, the smaller, brown furred Satan chirping as he rubbed against the demon’s legs. Satan’s hands ghosted lightly over the cat’s fur, the softness of the kitten fur sweeping across his palm as he gave into his little ones’ demand.
“Your mother hates me,” He whispered, tears forming in the corners of his eyes, “I messed up, I pushed her away, she’s gone.”
“Mrow!” another chirp from his miniature version, a gift from Kirana all those months ago once she saw how attached the tabby had grown to the demon’s presence, was all it took for even more tears to start flowing out, sobs soon wracking the demon’s body as he curled up onto the floor, the faint smells of books and paper and ink surrounding him as he cried and cried and cried.
That’s how Kirana found him, curled up and sobbing, booking small and pathetic and just overall… very undemon-like. She knew there was a chance he might have been here, the library acting as his sanctuary just as much as it was hers, but the unexpected sight stopped her in her tracks.
“Please,” Satan whimpered, tears marring his features as he looked up at her, the obvious contrast from their usual heights ringing in her mind, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t hate me!”
“I shouldn’t have said that I love you and I know you love me too! I’m sorry, please, I didn’t- I didn’t mean to get so jealous I know you love me and I just- I just lost it I’m so, so sorry, please, don’t leave me-”
“That’s not enough.” Kirana interrupted Satan’s grief-stricken ramble. “That’s not a real apology.” She crouched down, mini Satan’s purrs soothing her brain as she took in the scene before her.
“But, I missed you. So- just for now, just for this moment, hold me, please.” And Satan lunged at her, like a demon starved and hurt looking for its’ way back home, Satan wrapped his arms around Kirana, both of them covered in the scents of the library, the heat from the tabby resting on their laps, and the wetness soaking their faces as Satan pressed into Kirana, chasing her warmth.
“I’ll apologize better, I’ll make a real apology tomorrow, so please, just let me have this.” Satan murmured into her hair, hands trembling as they found their place around Kirana’s waist.
“Of course,” she whispered back, heart aching for her lover as she sunk into his arms. Home, at last.
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cup notes:
Merry Christmas! This is my piece for the 2025 Holiday Obey Me Exchange (@obeymevents)! This is for @fickleminder and their lovely OC Kirana!
This was so fun to write, and I hope you enjoy it as well! Happy holidays to y'all!!!
Counting Sheep is now live! You can download the zine FOR FREE right HERE!
We'd like to take a moment to thank all of the contributors who poured their heart into their pieces. We couldn't have done this without every single one of you.
And a HUGE THANK YOU, of course, to YOU! We appreciate your support throughout this project, and we can't wait to hear your thoughts!
Please enjoy the fruits of our labor, the sweaters knit from our colorful wool, and let us know what you think! ✨
It's out! I'm pretty late with it but I just finished my finals (passed! Three more semesters before I graduate!) so it's been a mess. I hope y'all enjoy the zine, everyone worked really hard and all the pieces came out wonderfully!
Counting Sheep is now live! You can download the zine FOR FREE right HERE!
We'd like to take a moment to thank all of the contributors who poured their heart into their pieces. We couldn't have done this without every single one of you.
And a HUGE THANK YOU, of course, to YOU! We appreciate your support throughout this project, and we can't wait to hear your thoughts!
Please enjoy the fruits of our labor, the sweaters knit from our colorful wool, and let us know what you think! ✨
hihiiiiii guess what? @countingsheepzine's reimagining of OBEY ME is releasing its first zine on 12.12.25 (Dec 12, 2025) I've written two pieces covering half of chapter 19 and I think y'all will enjoy it!
This zine has been so fun to work on and I made so many new friends and got to collab with an amazing fan artist! Everyone worked super hard and both the wiring and art featured in this zine are phenomenal!
First of all, we are so thrilled to reveal our amazing cover, courtesy of @mallowdarling ✨
Check out all the contributor sheep making Lucifer's life oh so difficult. Aren't they cute?!
Secondly, WE NOW HAVE A RELEASE DATE! You'll be able to download our FREE DIGITAL ZINE on DECEMBER 12th, the sixth anniversary of the original Obey Me! Shall We Date game! We can't wait to show off our hard work!
And all of this is done out of greed, apparently (despite the fact that constantly releasing and "abandoning" games is a terrible business move that won't actually make you any money)
What ACTUALLY happened:
OM Team makes the original OM game
Game absolutely blows up, the servers become overloaded and are unable to keep up with the volume of players
Servers become too outdated to continue using long term
OM Team makes Nightbringer, giving the OM franchise room to grow again, and using servers that aren't nearly as obsolete and overtaxed
Meanwhile, the parent company (NTT Corp) spends multiple years making atrocious business decisions and mismanaging their subsidiaries, including Solmare
NTT Corp makes extremely bullshit decision to wrap up the OM games because they no longer want to fund the development of otome games AT ALL
OM Team is forced to make a hasty and unplanned conclusion to NB's main story, leaving the OM franchise in an uncertain position going forward
OM Team doesn't want to let the OM franchise die, promises to still release new content and projects
OM Team finds other game dev studios to collaborate with, and are now making a new OM game so that the franchise can keep living
OM Team takes fan demand into serious account, and heavily priorities romance in the new game, with deeper and more intimate relationships (something the fans have been begging for)
And this is all factual. This info has been confirmed by the old mods/staff of the official OM Discord, as well as multiple data miners who were able to see firsthand how outdated and overburdened the servers actually are. NTT Corp's business moves are very public and can easily be viewed online. None of this is a secret.
I'm not saying that the games are above criticism, or that nobody is allowed to have opinions about the new game coming out. All of that is fine. But there's a huge difference between an opinion, and outright misinformation. And the OM fandom has a huge problem with uncritically believing misinformation at face value and repeating it/spreading it around - which is at both the games AND the fans' detriment overall.
Once you take more than a cursory glace, it becomes EXTREMELY obvious just how bad the original game's servers actually are. The horrendous load times (even when just compared to NB alone) are one big indicator that can be seen even without data mining.
The two new studios collaborating on the new game are CREEK & RIVER CO. and flaggs inc. The core OM Team is still heading the project, but they're now working with these new game dev studios instead of solely within the Solmare subsidiary.
And from what we know, the new studios have some pretty impressive resumes. They've done good work on some BIG, well-known AAA titles:
So at the very least, it's good to know that the OM Team is working with people who know what they're doing.
Hi @writerforyanderes and @abrokecupoftea this is a Fanart I made of one of your oc Izacc Rinfern from the TSWE series and I just love your works so uhm.. I hope this was somewhat ok 😅 .....bye..<3
omg i did not see this until today.... he looks amazing!!! his hair??? the facial expressions???. the outfit???!?!? im actually soooo in love with how you drew him.... and his hands!!! his fingers look so good????? this is so much better than okay??? this is absolutely gorgeous thank you for taking the time to make this!!!!
