Created this blog not so long ago to share some stuff I’ve wrote for the Obey me! fandom and I’m really excited to do so ! <3 Bear with me as it is the first time I do something like this and I just want to share my writing with you guys!
Some thing to keep in mind ! English is not my first language so any positive and constructive feedback is appreciated ! REQUESTS ARE WELCOME ! But they’ll take me some time to write as I have many things in my drafts !
I am, shamelessly, back. Where have I been? Won’t say. I will be back? Of course. Anyways, hope you enjoy my comeback with this angst/fluff thingy. Hmmm, crisp. No proof read cuz we die like men.
---------
You were frail. They knew that since you’ve arrived and, regrettably, haven’t always treated you as such. But now, you being their greatest treasure, and even knowing that this day had to come they weren’t yet prepared. Some say humans know their time has arrived, they have a so-called gut feeling. But you weren’t supposed to get a hunch like that, ever. You were supposed to... You were supposed to… To stay, with them. That day was unforgettable. A day burned forever into not only their memories, but their hearts as well. How could they ever forget? It was all after celebrating how long you’ve been with them and how long they hope it will continue like that only to be met with such news once the party quieted down.
“I’m dying. It might be today, I don’t know.” You said something along those lines, or at least that’s how they heard it. The problem was how you said that with such a peaceful smile, so accepting of it, like those words coming out of your mouth didn’t make all of their worlds crash down. The room went quiet and everyone could hear each other's heartbeat, or lack of thereof. Them being them, of course, chaos ensued.
There was a way. There MUST be a way to keep you. You couldn’t leave just like that, could you? But their time ran short and after tears and shout downs at each other and pretty much going through all grief stages in the span of what felt like a minute time passed. You left their world with a smile on your face, what looked like a peaceful smile surrounded by them was nothing but death masked as a dream. You stood there, and they were hoping you’ll open your eyes and exclaim how it was all a prank, your mischievous laugh filling the room and then they can all move on.
But your eyes never opened again. Your laugh wasn’t heard again, neither was the sound of your steps on the House of Lamentations floor.
You weren’t in the garden, at school, in your own room. They were robbed of you.
After your death it’d be a lie to say they didn’t hate you, just a little bit.
Okay, maybe a ton bit. Their anger waving in and out of them, but could they be blamed for that? They lost who had become their everything, their glue, they had lost you. Why, why had you waited to tell them? Was it because you were unsure you would actually die? How long had you had that feeling, then? Some take it harsher than others. Sleeping away the days without you, reading, gambling, working, eating, gaming, partying them away.
It soon became clear it wasn’t you who they resented, it was rather your fickle life, the curse of loving someone who had to die so soon, fast like a blink to them. They had loved someone whom death could touch and now had to live with the consequences of such, but letting you into their hearts was the best mistake they could have ever made. Like a flower who wilted too soon, you departed nonetheless if they were ready for it or not. A part of some of them, the most naive, hoped at least your ghost could be found around the halls. That never happened.
Beel would often send you messages, dreaming that you’d answer from wherever you were now. Sometimes funny anecdotes that happened through the day, or memories from the time you shared together. He’d end up crying by the end of it.
Leviathan customized characters to look like you and often adventured with them in his open world games. And, while Mammon said he wasn’t all that faced he named a crow after you, and kept a chest under his bed with all his mementos of you, next to a vault full of the things he wished to give you.
Satan was the first one to find the notes you left, needless to say he ripped it to pieces, anger getting the best of him only to weep once it subsided. You knew, you fucking knew. He hated you and yet longed for you to come back to him. To read with him, write with him, to exist near him. He wept and wept and no one had it in their hearts to be truly mad at him and, by the time he was done bawling his eyes out he realized he wasn’t the only one. Even when Lucifer denied it they could see it, even if it was just the smallest of tears, they saw it.
You helped make them who they are today and you wouldn’t have wanted to see them like that, they were never quite the same as before, though.
That day Mammon had gone out of a pure whim, nothing less and nothing more, he could have easily ignored them as he had done before. He had no reason to really appear, but he did. Another one of those “cults” to him, if you may. But it wasn’t the riches and shiny things that caught his eye, rather the figure hanging from the ceiling, swinging from side to side. All of his devotees were kneeling, not daring look him in the face but the sacrifice, as they called them, was looking straight at him with eyes wide open. Filled with what seemed like tears, but not a trace of fear.
“Mammon!” They chirped before being shushed by the head member of the cult. Feeling the goosebumps all over his body, he soon approached the sacrifice. It couldn’t be.
“O Great Mammon, forgive—” The man was brought to a halt by his fierce gaze.
“Silence, human.” And he stared at the figure still hanging from the ceiling. “What are you?” His hostile gaze did not seem to face the individual.
“A human, of course!” His anger was getting the best of him, and just before he was turning around to leave that shitshow the human spoke again. “How mean! How could my first man not recognize me? And after all the trouble I went through to become your sacrifice!”
His mask almost fell for a second. Before showing any emotion to his followers he soon took the hanging person from the ceiling and disappeared.
Later on, back to the House of Lamentation, and after disappearing for a while he popped up again. Beaming. And just as his brothers were about to get in his case you appeared next to him. Before he even had the chance to explain his infuriated big brother was already going apeshit.
How dare he? How dare he try to replace you with another human? He knew Mammon as foolish but not this way. This is the angriest he had been since a good while ago. But the human didn’t back up, even more Mammon confronted him in his demon form, too. Confusion and hurt apparent in his face for a split second before the new human got in between them.
“Luci, you just don’t change. Why won’t you listen to your brothers?” They scolded. Him. Diavolo 's right hand demon. One of the strongest and fearest demons around. Before he could even say any other thing, though, Beelzebub was already running towards the human.
He felt it, too. You, it was you! When the fifth brother held you up into the air your laugh was unmistakable. Features, while different, still resembling you. As they dreamt since you’ve been gone, you found your way back to them. A brand new life, body and life story, yet the same soul they knew and love.
“I promised,” You said, in the middle of the group hug. “That I’d be back, didn’t I?” They did not remember such a promise but it all seemed meaningless now that you were back. For the first time in a long time, they felt complete.
Life went on, and on, and on. And you died, once again. This time, though as sad as the past one, they felt lighter knowing that you promised to be back again. They just had to wait.
And wait they did, and come back you did. You came once as an old office worker, an overworked woman who had four cats and took a while to remember. Next time you were a handsome man, a model. Sometimes it took you too long to remember and others it seemed like it was your life purpose to search for them. Once they even made a game out of it, turning out Belphegor was the winner, finding you first.
Maybe, just maybe, you were always meant to be with them.
Would be strict with you, saying that you should take class seriously every time you so much as look away from the professor.
Would take secret glances at you every once in a while. You were his motivation during the long days of school after all. And every time that you catch him staring, he brushes it off as "checking if you were still paying attention".
Secretly happy whenever the class is assigned to work in pairs with their seatmates.
Would stare at your other seatmate until they were uncomfortable whenever you start to talk to them instead of him in between classes. He was already sharing you with his brothers and even then you didn't spend as much time with him than the others because of the amount of responsibilities he has to take care of.
When you get bored and attempt to pass him notes, he takes it but immediately shoves it into his pocket without so much as a second glance your way. He thinks that you're cruel for making him hold back on reading what was on that single, flimsy piece of paper that you so inappropriately passed during class. If you were anyone else he'd burn that note right there and then. But it's you we're talking about. He can only resist you for so long. Only his pride held him back from breaking.
In the rare moments that you try to cheat in exams, looking oh so innocently at his paper, he will pretend not to notice.
Mammon
ALWAYS passes you notes.
More often than not is the one who gets caught and sent to detention. Sometimes you both get detention. In those occasions, you spend the time devising plans on how to weasel your way out of Lucifer's punishment afterwards.
You two are basically partners in crime trying to beat the boredom that your classes brought you everyday.
You two would also both try to get the other in trouble by being noticed by the professor as a game.
You'd both play tic tac toe, sos, hang man, any paper games you could think of from the human world and from the Devildom.
When you introduce him to truth or dare, he goes dare all the way just to avoid the chance of having to admit his feelings for you that way. If you were going to find out then he didn't want it to be this way! (spare him the embarrassment of already knowing, the poor bb might overheat)
Despite all the mischief you two make, he always at least tries not to distract you too much.
WILL shamelessly glance at your test paper for test answers. At times that you too don't know the answers, you share the single brain cell you both combined have into passing the exam.
Leviathan
He's one of those seatmates who takes your notebooks or any stationary you have and use it as if it was his own.
He likes to doodle anime characters on his notebooks. When he runs out of space, he takes yours. He also likes asking you what you thought about them. Your opinion means a lot to him after all. Even if he doesn't always admit it.
Tries to listen and focus in class but fails often and starts to daydream about anime and his games. Sometimes you catch his gaze landing on you too.
Passes you notes like Mammon but not as frequent.
A lot of times ends up playing games on his devices behind the subject's book and asks you to cover for him. He's been to detention once before when he asked Mammon to keep watch and he didn't want to receive Lucifer's punishment for it again. Unlike Mammon, he knew that he could trust you.
He rambles on and on about how your setting could be an anime scene because of the cliche deskmates to friends to lovers trope he always watches when you two first sat together.
WILL talk your ear off about manga, anime, cosplays, events, conventions, and the sort every chance he gets. And will definitely turn to you every single time to make anime references, which leaves you both giggling in the end.
Satan
Forgot your pencil? He's got you. Ballpoint pen? He brought extra just in case. Pad papers? An extra notebook? You can count on him. He also brings extra project supplies just in case you forget you needed some. He is a mega life saver. BUT he gives you a sermon about being more responsible every time. Not as much as Lucifer does though. And you're thankful for that.
He's had episodes of throwing a fit whenever the people that sat around him made him lose focus so students often avoided sitting near him. You knew this yet you choose to sit by his side every time. It makes him happy in the very least. And that's mostly why he liked to make sure to bring extra things for you. He didn't like the thought of you asking for anyone else's help either. He was afraid to lose you, but he never showed it.
MASTER AT TAKING DOWN NOTES. You know those times when you just can't keep up with scribbling your class notes while listening to instructions and trying to understand the lessons all the while making sure that you were still properly learning? While you're in that state, this perfect Mr. Smart feline addict is breezing through like it was nothing. He handles it like a pro. If anything, he was rather bored still, considering that he's already learned all the lessons beforehand.
Passes you notes in the event that it is related to the anti-lucifer league.
Has missed a class or two on account of cats involved.
Asmodeus
91% of the time is staring at himself in his compact mirror or phone camera trying to fix his make up, adoring himself, or taking pictures.
Asks you to take notes for him and make it look pretty so he could post it on devilgram.
Will also ask you to take selfies with him. He has to convince you that taking a few photos together won't be too bad that it'll get you both in detention. And if it was, then he'd just charm the professor into letting them off with a warning.
He rarely pays attention in class and often drifts into his own world. He also likes to pass you notes that contained LOTS of hearts and a single kiss mark with each one.
Makes plans for after class with you before the class even starts.
When he gets caught passing you notes, he resorts to texting you, making your phone vibrate in the pocket of your uniform.
Talks A LOT about make up and beauty products. Will also rant about how hard it is to be so perfectly stunning.
His phone is always blowing up with notifications from devilgram and his chats among other applications. It wasn't loud enough that the professor could hear it, but it was loud enough to distract you. And you've asked him to switch it to silent mode but he's always had some excuse to keep it on.
Plays with your hands under his table, tracing the creases in them and circling around your palm. He does not care if it was your dominant hand he was playing with when you were trying to take notes. He WANTS to play with your hand and you can't do anything to stop him.
Beelzebub
Constant crinkling of snack pack wrappers, chewing noises, stomach growling, and "MC you should try this one too, it's really good"s every half minute of the class.
You almost never get to focus when you sit next to the poor starved sixth born, but you can't blame him.
Crumbs WILL end up in your backpack, in between your notebooks, everywhere. It's not that he wasn't being considerate, he really does try to give you your space, but the poor bb can't help himself 😔
He's extremely happy that you sit with him despite his messy nature. So to show you his gratitude he always gets you your favorite drink or snack. He makes sure to bring lots just in case he can't hold himself while you were yet to arrive though. Sometimes you'll receive it and sometimes you'll receive an apology, followed by plans to make it up to you after class with a trip to hell's kitchen.
Absolutely LOVES it when you accept any snacks from him and vice versa. And when you agree to eat with him even during class, he couldn't be happier. But he didn't want it to get to the point where you both would get in trouble. That's the last thing he'd want.
Belphegor
He usually uses his backpack as a pillow, but since you're right next to him...
Uses your arm as a pillow. He makes sure that he steals your dominant hand's arm so that you wouldn't get the chance to pay attention in class. He wants all that attention for himself despite being asleep.
He has been pampered all of his life by his brothers and he's sick of it. But when it came to you, he wanted to be the center of attention 24/7 365.
He is mega needy for attention so he doesn't let you split it for even the class. His brothers have already told him off because of this behavior but being the little rebel he is, ignores their every sermon.
Will encourage you to take naps with him too. Especially when he notices that you haven't had a good night's sleep prior to class time. He says that he'll cover for you too. He knows how horrible it feels to not be able to get enough quality sleep, so he's willing to sacrifice some of his non-Lucifer classes for napping just so you could. (Awww the bb loves you♡)
He tutors you how to listen and understand the lessons while you're asleep so you could finally get more nap time together.
Lucifer isn’t pleased, at all. As much as he loves you, some things aren’t meant to be shared. So, he lets you keep the underwear you have already used but soon gives up when you start using the new pieces he bought, too. Fine, he didn’t even mind that much in the first place. (simp)
Mammon pretends he doesn’t like it. But whenever you stretch and his underwear peaks above the pants you’re using he suddenly loses his only brain cell. You will find more of his underwear in your room even though you’re sure you didn’t take as much. He will use this to come more often to your room to look for his clothes, but also silently yearns for you to use more of his clothes.
Leviathan is too embarrassed to bring it up when he finally acknowledges it. It was an accident! He didn’t mean to see you only in your -his- underwear but why are you chilling like that after a bath?! Put some clothes on or you’ll catch a cold!! Ah, why would you use the underwear of someone like him? Please, his heart isn’t ready for something like this!
Satan pretends to be unfazed by it. Pretend to be angry about it, too. But why is his heart pounding like that?! He thought those kinds of daydreams would suit someone like Levi better, not him. He didn’t know he could have such thoughts. Will not allow you to wear his underwear anymore.
Asmodeus whines, at first. But oh well, his clothes really are the best quality, aren’t they~? He forgives you, only this once and gives you the pair you took from him. Silly MC, did you think it was for free? You have to spend some quality time in his room now~.
Beelzebub is the one who gave you his underwear, not thinking much of it. Grave mistake on his part. But you were too sweaty after working out and too tired to go to your own room! Boy played himself and now is stuck staring at the floor.
Belphegor pretends he doesn’t care. He cares. He pretends he doesn’t know it, too. But his hands play with the hem of his underwear, the one you’re wearing, that is. So bratty about it, too. Will go from pretending to be annoyed at it to tease you about it.
i have been gone but i am here now. I do have stuff in my drafts but life has been busy my folks, hope you enjoy tho *kisses u*
———————
When you aggressively tell them you love them the most.
Lucifer deadpans for a hot second. You foolish little thing, what the heck do you mean? Why would you compete over who loves who more? But he loves you the MOST. No, no arguing. He wins, period.
Mammon gets very offended. Mc! He. Loves. You. The. Most. Will list all the things he loves about you while his face gets redder and redder, gets foo flustered to the point he can’t talk anymore.
Leviathan is flustered. Wha—? You love this otaku, worthless shut-in? And more than he does you? But that isn’t quite right. He worships you, he kneels for you. You have become his whole reason for being!
Satan is not impressed. A love battle, is that it? Fine, have it your way. Attacks you with all his thoughts about you you didn’t even know he had, all the things he likes, loves and adores, in that order. Yeah, he wins.
Asmodeus squeals. Say it again! Again! Tell him every single thing you love about him! Keep praising him! It will be a miracle if you finish your speech, though. He will smother you in kisses.
Beelzebub is a little tiny, itty bitty upset about it. But if you insist, he will let you think you do love him the most. Doesn’t have the heart to argue with you.
Belphegor pretends to be asleep to avoid your love speech, the pink in the tip of his ears can’t lie, though. May or may not be a sucker for praise from time to time.
MC gets kidnapped by a cult that worships the brothers, and while the cult leader is monologuing about how MC is going to be sacrificed to the great seven lords of Hell, this poor human is just sitting there like “Damn this is gonna be hella awkward once I summon the brothers during the most dramatic moment”.
Cult Leader: We call upon our seven demonic princes of the Devildom to accept this sacrifice-
MC: Princes? Ugh, I almost forget those bastards are royalty. Though, it does explain why Mammon is always so iffy about doing his own laundry.
Cult Leader: What-
MC: Nononono, don’t mind me, continue on. Sorry for the interruption.
Cult Leader: …ahem. We call upon Belphegor, the Avatar of Sloth.
MC: Pfft, sleepy brat probably isn’t even listening right now.
Cult Leader (getting annoyed): We call upon Beelzebub, the feared Avatar of Gluttony-
MC: Oh, shit, you might not wanna call upon Beel, if he finds out you’re bothering me you all might end up as second breakfast.
Cult Leader: AND WITHOUT FURTHER INTERRUPTIONS. We ask Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust to-
MC: You’re not even going to give Asmo an extra compliment? At least call him the “divinely beautiful” Avatar of Lust.
Cult Leader: WE SUMMON THE VERY VERY SCARY AVATAR OF WRATH AS WELL.
MC (remembering how the last time they hung out with Satan he started spontaneously weeping because he remembered the sad ending of a book he read): …yeah. Hella scary, that one.
Cult Leader: And the Avatar of Envy, the master strategist, Leviathan!
MC: Master strategist? You know what? I’ll give you that, that one checks out.
Cult Leader: And the Avatar of Greed Mammon-
MC: My first man :D
Mammon: Hell yeah, human! Up top!
The cult: …AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
MC: Wow, they didn’t even get to Lucifer. How’d you get here so fast, Mam?
Mammon: Oh, I just heard you refer to me as your first man, as ya should, obviously, and I was so happy I decided to pop in and give ya some positive reinforcement. Now where’s my high five?
