fav thing about obey me is that the characters love you regardless of whether you romance them or not. like you are special to them always.
lucifer still lets you chill in his office and listen to classical records with him while he does paperwork. he still makes smug ass comments that will end up with you cursing him out and him laughing about it. he still makes sure that you’re keeping up with everything well enough, that it’s not overwhelming you. he still confides in you about his fears and worries about himself and his brothers. he still looks out for you and checks in your make sure you’re doing alright in RAD.
mammon is still your dumbass best friend who takes you out the casino because he swears you’re the luckiest person he’s ever met. he still whines and complains about stupid shit to you like getting scammed or getting in trouble for another one of his schemes. he still holes up for movie nights in your room every night there’s no work to be done the next day. he still holds pride in the fact that he was the first demon to see how amazing you are and make a pact about it. (don’t bring up how that pact came to be for your own sake. he still sulks like a madman!!)
leviathan still watches shows and plays games with you. he still farms on your accounts for you so you can pull for that one character you really like. he still stays holed up in his room with you counting the clock to midnight, preparing for the next merch drop with plans to clear out the whole shop. he still trusts you with his insecurities and vulnerabilities, enough to be sincere and genuine in his excitement when talking to you. he still opens up to you because you will always be his Henry no matter what.
satan still takes you to cat cafes and holds a two person book club with you. he still helps you study when you need it and even when you don’t. he still barges into your room to bitch about his latest annoyance. he still trusts you with the parts of himself that he still isn’t sure is really him or maybe a remnant of his brother left inside him by mistake. still makes sure not to let anyone disrespect you in class, because if they do they only have three seconds to run.
asmodeus still drags you to his self care nights. slathers a face mask on you and shares the latest gossip and drama. still buys you pretty things that he thought would look nice on you, or reminded him of you. he still makes sure no one’s talking behind your back, makes sure that you’re doing okay. he’s still comfortable enough to vegetate with you, and let down all pretenses and masks; you are always going to be someone he is comfortable baring himself to. he’ll still freak out with you over stupid shit you’re excited about and he’ll still make sure you’re always good with yourself, kind to yourself.
beelzebub still takes you out to eat and clear out buffets with him weekly. he still invites you to his matches personally. he still gets excited when he sees you show up even though you’ve been attending his games consistently for years now. he still tells you about his brothers and his’ time in the celestial realm. he’ll still tell you about his sister and love you enough to feel comfortable to grieve in front of you. he still makes sure you’re always eating enough—he’s gotta make sure you’re taking care of yourself, yknow? he also still eats your leftovers even when you explicitly tell him not too. sorry. :(
belphegor still takes you to the planetarium when things are getting too much. he takes your nightmares away. makes sure you sleep well. he still drags you down for a nap whenever he feels like it. he still tells you about how he misses his sister, about how he misses his brothers sometimes even though they’re still here, just different. he still trusts you enough to admit that sometimes, he misses himself, and who he was before all this. and then after all that, he still flicks you on the nose and calls you annoying because before he is an avatar of sin he is the spoiled baby of the family, and he knows you’ll always be there to snark right back.
sorry it just. moves me. like you truly do become a part of these seven guys’ found family no matter what. even if you reject every single possible romance option they will still love you and protect you and look out for you and snap at you and annoy you and not even be sorry about it. because you are special to them!!! you will always be someone important to them!!!!
look at my emergency contact dawg I’m dying
✴︎˚｡ when they find out they're your emergency contact!
a/n: the idiot on a scooter was mammon cause lucifer sold his hellcat to pay back all the money he stole. no ones seen him since 😬 first smau in a while, hope I’m not rusty! c:
What's the best way to summon your favourite demon without magic. Well now you get to find out.
Mc once tripped and touched the thermostat trying to stop their fall. Lucifer was there immediately despite being at a meeting with Diavolo. He understood well enough at the time but touching it in any other instance was a dangerous game to play, but Mc still got off easy.
A secondary way to summon Lucifer was by touching his demonus. No matter what he always made an appearance. Satan once tried shifting them around and learned what hell really was when Lucifer finally caught him. For some reason he lets Mammon off easy if it's to try it instead of sell it but then he gets a lecture about the history of Demonus and other types of alcohol.
All Mc or the younger brothers have to do to summon Mammon is by crying. It takes a second if he's far off but his crows are always there before Mammon to make sure everything is ok. Mammon somehow always knows when someone he cares for is crying. It may have something to do with his greed and his family being a "living hoard". If Lucifer is crying however he's probably already there being the reason and crying too because he doesn't know how to fix it.
The easiest way to summon Mammon without tears is by touching the family rock collection. The collection started with Lucifer but now he's in charge of it. It's the closest this he has to a normal hoard and he guards it with his life since it's something he can bond with his brothers over, especially Satan.
It should be obvious that touching Leviathan's figurines will summon him. They're all in his room except the extras he keeps in the attic but he knows even when the attic ones are moved. Mammon tried to sell the duplicates from the attic since Levi buys Multiples and Leviathan almost summoned lotan. Lucifer didn't reprimand Mammon because the multiples thing was taking up way too much space.
Mentioning Ruri-hana also summons Leviathan. We don't know how he knows when someone is talking about it, he just does. Lucifer just says her name whenever he needs Leviathan for something. Levi was very disappointed when Lucifer didn't actually want to talk about it and made him do chores.
Satan is an evasive little shit and there is no way to summon him other than by meowing. Mc however has the exclusive privilege of summoning him by just yelling his name, then he'll appear even if he's across town. Asmo once put on a cat maid outfit before summoning Satan with cat sounds just for fun, Satan wonders why Asmo is like this but gave up on trying to understand.
Text him. That's really all it takes. He's usually the one texting first if it's outside of the groupchat so he gets worried if someone else texts him first that isn't Beel, Mammon, or Lucifer. Satan once texted Asmo and he just appeared behind Satan despite being across town.
Asmo has a teddy bear on his bed that's enchanted so that whenever someone touches it he's summoned. It's usually because the others, minus Belphegor, refuse to get plushies and won't use their old ones since those are pretty worn down so they will go to his room just to hug the bear. He always shows up when someone hugs it. Asmo caught Lucifer hugging it once and neither bring it up since it was a rough week for everyone.
What you need to summon Beel is a burger and a fan. The fan will get the scent out and Beel is follow it if it's in the House of Lamentation. He wants some.
Slap Belphegor. That is the most efficient way to summon Beel but also the most dangerous. The brothers and Mc can get away with it since the brothers are usually just playing and Mc gets "He fucking choked me to death" privileges. This is Belphegor's favourite way to summon Beel because slapping himself also summons him.
Summoning Belphegor is impossible, he doesn't even respond to sorcerers blood rituals or cult summonings. Mc is the only one capable of summoning him and it has to be through their pact. However, smack his pact mark enough times and he might show up.
Demon Boys (and undateables, if you'd like) reacting to a gen z MC casually saying "I'm gonna kms" because of a minor inconvenience (as gen z does) (p.s: sorry if this is something that makes you uncomfortable)
Brah I'm Gen Z I was sent to therapy for saying exactly this shit (granted I ended up being severely depressed and was passively idealizing so it was good I got sent when I did but still lmao)
Lucifer
"I'm gonna fuckin' kill myself." His head whips around so fast it's a wonder his neck doesn't snap.
He's looking for signs of danger, or emotional distress, and instead finds you staring at the broken tip of a number two pencil.
"Why would you say something like that over something so trivial as a pencil??" He tries to hide the dismay in his voice.
It does not subside when you look him dead in the eye and say, with more seriousness than he saw you address Belphie murdering you with, "Because God wants me dead and he can't do it himself so he's trying to make me do his dirty work."
Anyone who happens to be in the room with you two is sworn on penalty of death to secrecy and denial that they ever heard The Morningstar Himself make such an unattractive and undignified noise as the snort he couldn't hold back
"While I...can appreciate the interesting perspective, I think it best you not make these kinds of 'jokes in the future. If someone hears and thinks you're being serious, not only will it reflect badly on the viability of the exchange program, but it also calls my validity as a guardian into question."
"Rich coming from the supposed guardian who's nearly killed me on like three seperate occasions."
You know what? Being put in timeout? Worth it for the blush that managed to rise on Lucifer's cheeks.
Mammon
"Well I guess if I fail the test and I don't want to deal with the Lucifer-Lecture I know where the nearest cliff is. Bet I can reach it before he finds me if no one snitches-"
You aren't even talking to him, you're just talking to the demon that sits next to you in Potions and Alchemy, but Mammon is already scooping you up and tearing out of class and heading straight for Lucifer's office while sobbing.
"Look MC I know Lucifer's lectures blow and grades are stressful but I already have enough trouble keeping other people from killing you don't make me protect you from YOU too, that ain't the solution-"
He's like half a second away from tackling down the Student Councilroom's door by the time you get him to listen to explain that you weren't actually gonna throw yourself off a cliff.
"But- but you said you-"
"Yea I was joking. If I was actually meant to die anything but a natural death quietly in my sleep sometime in my nineties I would have bit it back when I cheated in that TSL quiz with Levi."
He doesn't leave your side for the rest of the week and he tells his brothers to kiss his ass if they bring it up.
Leviathan
You didn't even say it out loud you literally just sent a photo to Levi's phone of a collage consisting of a stack of pancakes, a plate of spaghetti, an electrical outlet, and a chocolate cake and captioned it 'can't wait to stick the nearest fork into all of these'.
Ten seconds later he's keysmashing into the chat WHILE running down the hallways WHILE screaming
He beats down your door just to find you grumbling about spilling water on the floor as you wipe it up and then you're being grabbed and shaken like a box of shake'n bake.
"OMG YOU CAN'T JUST SEND SOMETHING LIKE THAT DO YOU REALIZE HOW WORRIED I WAS THAT WAS SO UNCOOL-" Wow, even when freaking tf out he'll shorten to acronyms.
He's already shoving links to human suicide help sites into your face and he's only like two or three seconds away from dialing a hotline up his own damn self by the time you yank the phone out of his hand and explain your macabre sense of humor.
Once he actually understands then a monster has been unleashed and he'll do the exact same goddamn thing
"Tell my Ruri-chan collection I committed die."
"Do you think anime car decals will also stick to coffins?"
"You think if I pay this place they'll use my ashes to make a unique Ruri-Chan figurine and my ashes can be her season 3 tiara's diamond centerpiece?"
Ya'll doin' the brothers a Heccin' Concern™
Satan
Ironically enough the chillest besides Belphie.
He handed you your notes after faux-grading them to prepare for when you'd actually have to hand them in and you took one look and said, "K, I'm gonna kill everyone in this room and then myself."
Every demon in the study room made themselves scarce immediately because this WAS the human that made pacts with the Avatars- one of whom was present and could easily be commanded to do exactly that.
"Now why would you go and scatter our study group like that? Peer reviewed notes are a fair deal harder to complete with no peers."
"Satan I'm gonna kill myself."
"After you finish these notes."
"Bet those bookshelves are tall enough that a fall from the top would end my suffering."
He doesn't even bother looking up from his book and you pout before returning to your work.
He doesn't look up from his book for the rest of the study session actually.
That's because he's frantically looking up "how to tell if a human is overdramatic or suicidal" and chewing through scientific articles like copy paper and it isn't until he hits an article on fatalistic humor that it kind of clicks and he stops sweating enough to turn Death Valley into a river.
Asmodeus
There's the sound of a shoulder accidentally hitting the doorframe to his room, books dropping, and then- "My kink is asphyxiation but it isn't satisfying until I actually fucking die."
He screams like a banshee that dying is not a kink until you interrupt with, "It's only not a kink if you're a coward."
And that just sets him off because he is the king of kink and he knows what kinks are more than you ever will and he has never met someone who's kink was actually dying
"You've never met them because they all got to live out their kink" Finally he gets you're teasing him but he still tears up anyways, insisting that you not speak like that because his poor heart can't take it and the stress will give him wrinkles
"Beauty is pain so dying will make me prettier than you."
Well now he just has TWO reasons to keep you alive
Beelzebub
"Hey Beel, you gonna need the toaster today?"
"No, why??"
"Because someone kicked ice under the fridge and it melted and I'm wearing socks and I stepped in it so I'm gonna go run a bath and reenact bugs versus bugzapper on a summer night."
Okay look Beel isn't DUMB but it still takes him a few seconds to connect the dots on what the hell you even mean- and then he's choking on a quadruple bypass burger as you dig through the fridge for a can of soda.
"Why??! Who hurt you?! Was it one of my brothers?! Has someone been mean to you at RAD-?!?" He's gripping you and sobbing and you actually feel rotten for forgetting that these demons probably don't know how to tell if you're actually considering kicking your own bucket or not.
You thought Mammon clung to you and got overprotective?? Beel blasts him out of the water- for about a month he'll constantly make sure that all the knives you use are dulled, you don't bring anything sharp into the bathroom, he moved any and all medications you might have into Satan's room so the blonde can keep tabs on them.
Poor baby- pls don't joke about killing yourself around him he can't take it
Belphie
"Hey Belphie, you think if I got a good running start out of the attic window I could escape this mortal coil?"
"Probably."
"Thanks."
Honestly you think fuckin' Belphie of all people would get off his ass enough to react beyond the initial "What?"
Nah. He'll ask to join you. Or humor you. Or both.
"If you prefer not risking surviving you can find Asmo's bondage rope hidden in the third hidden compartment on the right side of his vanity."
"I have more class than hanging myself with Asmo's fuck ropes."
"Well you could always try tie dying Diavolo's suit to a rainbow, bet Lucifer would get mad enough to snap your neck."
"Oh hey why can't I just ask you?"
"Nah, tried it once, wasn't super fun."
Cue literally every single other brother staring between the two of you in horror over the dinner table. Asmo's the one that speaks up first, a fork hovering over a bowl of ceasar salad.
"Do you really have to discuss such morbid stuff? Right in front of my salad?"
You stare at Asmo for three seconds before Belphie speaks up.
"Can we kill HIM using the fuck ropes?"
Diavolo
"Hey Barbatos, I'm gonna fuckin' commit permanent exhale you want anything from the afterlife?"
"I'm afraid I'll have to pass."
You aren't talking to him, you don't even know he's there because he's eavesdropping.
How could he have let his favorite exchange student get to this point? Was his plan doomed to failure? He had to fix this stat-
Barbatos wakes you up at like six in the morning the following day and you spend said day shepherded around his fuckin carousel of vacation hotspots that he just has lying around. The beach, some mountains, a forest, and when that's done with he hauls you up to the human world to a zoo and fills your entire day with asking which animal you think matches the people you know the most (Spoiler: you tell him that if he had an animal form you'd bet anything on it being a red panda and he has to work not to scoop you up in a big warm hug right then and there)
"So what's with the sudden vacation day?"
The question hits him out of left field and you laugh as he accidentally drops his drink back to the table, leaving his goofy little swirly straw dangling from his mouth as he stares at you.
"...I wanted to make you not want to kill yourself."
You choke on your own drink and after hacking up both lungs and a kidney you ask where he got the idea you wanted to kill yourself.
The earnest sadness in his eyes makes you feel horrible for even joking about it when he tells you.
"Aww Diavolo...Panda, I don't. I just have a ridiculously morbid sense of humor and a dramatic streak as wide as your shoulders."
He's kind of similar to Mammon or Beel- but instead of a sudden spike of concern that fades overtime, he just has a new default, and always sends a text at least once a week to make sure that any fatal jokes are staying in the realms of dark humor and nothing more serious.
Barbatos
"Hey Barbs, do I happen to get killed by some freak accident in the next few minutes?"
"No? Why do you ask-"
"Aww guess I gotta do it myself." He looks at you like you've grown a second head. He's flipping through all his most recent memories to see if there were any warning signs he was negligent to, he digs into the past to see if you've ever been treated for depression, even spies into the most likely future to make sure you don't commit your final sin- then he's being shaken out of his time scanning.
"Yo, Barbs, I was just trying to joke about not wanting to submit a mid semester report to Lucifer." A hesitant smile is spread to try and mask your concern and he released a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
"Pardon me, I was lost in thought. It was...a joke?" You nodded and half-assedly explained that depression and nihilism had become something of a trend of humor up in the human world, then went on to talk about the humor of your generation in general, and by the time you were explaining the concept of deep fried Bean Memes he was fully relaxed again.
Like half a day later you get a nearly indecipherable picture that you THINK is a picture of Lucifer at his desk and surrounded by paperwork with the caption "DAy 15337 OF LOOKING FOR THE FORBIDDEN BEAN RECIPE" and you got kicked out of the student council room for abruptly spitting out a mouthful of soda and howling with laughter, which was totally unfair because Barbatos was avoiding your gaze and maintaining himself like he hadn't just sent you the most absurd, three-layer deepfried meme you've seen since you came down here.
He won't say out loud he much prefers these abstract memes versus you threatening to kill yourself.
Simeon
You swore as you accidentally tore a hole in your notes with your eraser and without missing a beat, looked at Simeon. "Hey is it still a sin to end your own miserable existence or can I at least get into Heaven long enough to tell Michael where he can shove a cactus?"
Simeon was normally very hard to read. Right now cannot be counted as "normal".
His face is red at the implication of you telling an Archangel (especially MICHAEL) to...er-hem, have some explicit relations with a cactus, and yet his eyes are glued to your face in horror at the idea you might be considering snuffing out the beautiful light of your soul before it was your time.
You pretty quickly caught on that suicide humor wasn't on Simeon's list of favorite jokes.
You had to sit through a thirty minute lecture and by the end you were torn between swearing to never do it again or tell Simeon to his face that the lecture made you consider the pros versus cons of lobotomy via pencil eraser.
You wisely chose neither and just said you understand.
He keeps a sharp ear out, and now you have to make sure he isn't around before cracking another of your 'jokes' otherwise he'll have you by the ear and drag you out for another "Life is a blessing not to be wasted" speech.
Luke
Please don't tell him these jokes lmao.
Okay but really, another eavesdropper. You truly did not mean for Luke to hear you when you looked at your most recently graded demon biology assignment- which you received a D+ on, and promptly muttered, "I'm about to send myself up to God's door in a handbasket."
Oh lord the poor creature cries
You spend like the rest of the entire day trying to gently assure Luke you didn't mean it without letting him know that making such grim jokes is an integral part of your entire sense of humor and the thought of death is no more serious to you than the idea of Lucifer riding a pink unicorn.
It takes a hot second and a half to convince him that it just slipped out and that you weren't actually contemplating anything on your life. He still insists on spending the rest of the day with you. To protect you from demons, definitely not because he's scared you were lying and if he took his eyes off of you he might lose his best human friend in the world.
Like Diavolo- not quite an extreme jump in concern, but more like a heightened awareness- he asks at least once daily how you're feeling and assuring that if you ever feel upset that you can come to Purgatory Hall and talk to him about anything.
Solomon
Honestly just like Levi.
"Fuck. That's it, I'm lodging a complaint against the universe in person this time, for real." Over a papercut, really?
"MC wants to speak to the manager #UltimateCouponHunter... Sent."
Levi just smoothly rolling out that levelheaded response from the other side of the room without even looking up from his D.D.D. clued him in on it being some kind of joke, so he told himself that was all he needed to know.
...
...but okay, just to say he knows, what about it is funny?
You take the opportunity to demonstrate on some random demon- and the reaction you get for it?
Solomon understands.
Good lord you and Solomon are going to give Asmo a single gray hair. Maybe even two.
Hell, Solomon takes it a step further and will actively pretend to be dead, and get you to pretend as well, and then rope whatever poor sod you two are hanging out with into sending it to the brothers and Diavolo as well.
"Think we took it too far?" Lucifer looms over you two, holding his D.D.D. which displayed a picture of the both of you floating face down in a pool fully clothed, captioned "Doing Hot Person Shit too hard, retiring from life"
"Yea probably. Wanna make a suicide pact-"
Literally Lucifer hangs you both (And poor Mammon, who you convinced to send it in the first place) from a ceiling fan above the dinner table and leaves you until curfew hits.
May I ask for a hc of an MC that’s good at hiding things. For example like a bag of coins, they’ll hide it somewhere so creative no one finds it. I really like your writing and I’m especially curious how this will go for Mammon
(I sincerely hope I do this justice for you! Also thanks for your patience on me getting to this, and for enjoying my writing!)
Lucifer:
Lucifer has a specific pen he enjoys using when signing school related documents; it may sounds rather silly, but even he is allowed an oddity
For the life of him, he can not seem to find the damn thing; he is frustrated enough that he has practically torn apart his study looking for it
MC comes to visit him, and notices the state of the room, asking what was going on
When he mentions the pen, they simply perk up and walk over towards his book shelf, picks up a neglected book and opens it, finding the pen tucked away in the crevasse of its bindings
"You had mentioned Mammon was trying to steal it and pawn it off, so I hid it for you! Sorry, it must have slipped my mind to tell you where it was!"
They hand him his pen, and he watches them walk out of his study with a dumbfounded look on his face; he will definitely be having a talk with them about this sneakiness later
Mammon:
This demon always makes jokes about how he can practically smell when Grimm is near him, and has a tendency to take a lot of it from MC, so they decided to hide it
The next time he sneaks into their room, looking for any 'spare' money they may have, he is rather annoyed he can't find anything
This happens several times over, to the point that he genuinely gets annoyed with them! (Rude, but he is the Avatar of Greed after all)
When he confronts them about it, how they being so sneaky with their first man and denying him his dues for watching out for them, they simply smirk at him, laughing out loud
"Guess your nose isn't as good as you originally, thought, huh?"
The step up to the tree at the end of their bed and climb it half way up, shifting a stone from the wall and reveal a nook they made, where a sack of Grimm was being hidden; a rather big one for that matter
Mammon stares in awe; but quickly turns on them for being so sneaky, though urges them to teach him their ways of hiding things so well
Leviathan:
He is slowly losing his mind. That has to be it. That's why he can't find it!
He has torn apart his room looking for this boxed figurine, having finally made the perfect spot for it, and he just can't find it!
Chances are Mammon took and pawned it off; at least that what he keeps repeating in his mind, as he makes the mess in his room bigger and bigger
He is practically in tears when MC knocks on his door, and he complains to them about his conundrum
"Oh, the Ruri-Chan Party Panic figure? Yeah, I know where it is, hang on!"
They step out of his room into the hall and he follows them, as they open what looks to be a broom closet; at the back of the closet is apparently a panel that can be moved
And low and behold, there is his figurine, fine and dandy!
He wraps himself around MC sobbing a thank you, but also reminds himself not to mention needing to hide things around them
Satan:
Satan knows how messy his room is with all the books piled high; but there is a specific method to this madness of his
So when he can't find a specific book of curses, he is silently fuming, standing in the middle of his room, just glaring
MC casually walks by, seeing his door open, and peaks in, asking him what was up
He grumbles to them about wanting to find his book; he needs it...for reasons
MC steps into his room and walks up his spiral staircase, carefully maneuvering around the steady piles until they come to a specific book shelf, and reach for the top of it, the book hidden snugly between the very top shelf the ceiling of his room
His mouth hangs open as MC comes back down the stairs, holding the book; didn't he check that bookcase!? How in the world...?
He shakes his head and dismisses the thought, and holds his hand out expectantly, only for MC to walk right by him
"Nope. You're gonna try to cause more trouble for Lucifer with this. I hid it so you couldn't find it. Gonna hide it in my room now."
Asmodeus:
He is throwing the slightest fit in his room, unable to find a very expensive perfume he was going to use for the shoot he had set up today
He was going to have a centerfold piece done in the Majolish centric magazine; but how was he going to be at his best without his precious perfume!?
The knock at his door pulls him from his woes and he is delighted to see MC; they always comfort him in his time of need
He explains his problem and they make a small "Oh!" sound, before heading into his bathroom
Hidden behind one of his a vanities, a little hole in the wall, and inside said hole is his precious perfume bottle!
MC explains they had found it one day when borrowing his bath, and figured it would be a good place to hide his expensive perfume; they knew how important it was so they wanted to keep it safe
As thankful as Asmo was that they had found it for him, he asked them to double check with him the next time they decide to hide something for him
Beelzebub:
He remembers asking MC to hold a package of cream puffs for him; but why is he having so much trouble finding them in their room?
He doesn't want to just throw their things all over the room; but, he really wants his puffs...
He decides to wait on their bed for them to get home, and questions them about where they have them hidden the moment they walk in
"Surprised you couldn't just smell them, Beel," they tease, before walking over to the dress in the corner of their room, moving the picture frame and showing a hole in the wall where the cream puffs were hidden
"Found this little spot the other day and figured it would work well to hide a lot of things. Sorry about keeping them from you."
He happily takes his puffs and starts munching on them, saying it's 'no big deal' around a mouthful, handing them a puff as well
Belphegor:
MC was the one seeking out this demon, finding him snoozing on the couch on the common room
His head was buried in his cow styled pillow, sleeping soundly until MC shook him gently awake
They apologized for bothering him, but asked if they could see his pillow for a moment, which he agreed to, though was genuinely confused
They unzipped the side of the pillow, and reached inside of it, pulling out a golden credit card, making Belphie sit up quickly and stare
"I hide Goldie in your pillow so Mammon wouldn't find her. But he's getting ideas so I need to find another hiding spot! Sorry to bother you, Belphie!"
They then take off from the room, leaving him to stare at his pillow dumbstruck, wondering just how in all of the Devildom did they get that credit card in his pillow without him ever noticing
OM!Brothers Reacting To You Mumbling Their Names In Your Sleep:
Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor.
Tw: None
Fluffy fluff fluff
It was normal for Lucifer to stay up late, between the political work Diavolo had trusted onto him as well as having to account for his brothers' money expenses... This was another one of those nights.
His eyes were tired when he glanced at the time, sighing as he noted it was well past 3 in the morning. He should get some sleep.
Pushing away the paperwork for the night -and actualy being responsible about his mental health for once, Lucifer made his way towards his bedroom. He smiled when he saw you sleeping soundly on the bed. You were clutching his pillow, snuggling into his scent with a peaceful look upon your face- the definition of an ethereal beauty.
After changing into some comfortable night robes, he climbed into bed next to you when he heard you mutter his name.
Lucifer froze. Did he wake you up?
A glance to your direction denies that he did. You must be dreaming of him, he mused as he carefully manoeuvered your body to spoon you and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. You smiled.
He's glad even in your unconscious state you recognized him as your lover.
Mammon cursed himself. The photoshoot wasn't supposed to last this long! You and him had already planned an entire date together- tickets to the latest movie then dinner at a restaurant, and maybe some cuddle time back at the House of Lamentation...
When he entered his bedroom, you were sleeping on the couch, dressed in a way that made it obvious you were waiting for the him but the pang of guilt he supposed he should feel was buried beneath an overwhelming sense of love. He kneeled besides you, observing your sleeping face being illuminated by the tv in a soft halo while he gently flicked a few stray strands of hair away from your forehead.
How was he so fortunate to have you?
"I'm sorry, babe," he whispered, cradling your face with one hand, "I'll make it up to you tomorrow, yeah?"
"Mammon..." you mumbled in your sleep, nuzzling into the warmth of his palm. His face heated up, eyes flickering between you and anywhere else before he let out a groan.
"You're lucky you're my human," He muttered as he picked you up and changed you into some more comfortable pyjamas, snuggling with you in bed with a small smile on his face.
He's lucky you're his human.
You were sitting on Leviathan's lap, watching him play a new game. His head was rested on your shoulder as his eyes focused on the screen, talking you through the gameplay and letting out a few curses every now and then.
You, on the other hand, had had a long day. You had just finished all your tasks for the week and considering the time, it wasn't abnormal for your eyes to feel droopy. You let yourself be overcome by sleep, the sounds of Leviathan's game continuing in the background.
He didn't think much of it when you slumped against him, eyes still trained on his boss battle. It was only when he won did he look at you and was met with your sleeping self.
"Levi..." you mumbled, making yourself comfortable on his lap. His face flushed a bright red. Mo-Moe!
Taking out a phone, he snapped more than a few photos, wondering how you're so effortlessly cute even in your unconscious state. Satisfied, he gently carried you to his makeshift bed, smiling as he joined you in your sleep.
You and Satan were in his room, having another one of those dates where you peacefully read a book together. It was nice, surrounded by the ambience created by the candles and the smell of books and your lover. It felt like home.
With his voice reading to you in a calming manner, it didn't take long for it to lull you to sleep, drifting you off into a dream as your head laid on his shoulders. He didn't notice, at first, his voice still gliding through the air. It was until you twisted and turned did he hear your peaceful snores.
You'd fallen asleep.
Satan stopped reading aloud, a gentle smile on his face as he tucked the blanket more comfortably around you. You muttered his name, voice so soft he could've easily missed it, but he didn't. A red hue tinted his cheeks.
His hand pet your head, wondering what you were dreaming of that made you call out his name before he reached back for the book, reading silently as his warmth embraced you in your sleep. His hand played with the hair at the nape of your neck.
This is nice, he thought, his eyes glancing at your sleeping form every once in a while.
Asmodeus had always woken up earlier than you, his skincare routine requiring a strict schedule. He had just finished another morning routine when he returned back to your shared bed, carefully laying next to you as he watched you sleep.
You were adorable!
He had always admired these parts of you, and seeing how you still have time before school, Asmo decided he should let you have your sleep. Playing with your hair, he hummed a quiet tune, basking in your presence while you snored quietly, your breathing even, soothing.
You moved in your sleep, before a soft mutter of his name was caught by his ears.
"Hm?" He stared, noting you were still asleep. You must be having a nice dream, if he was in it. He grinned at the thought. "Even in your sleep you still think of me, love?"
He gave you butterfly kisses- on your forehead, nose, cheeks, retreating back when your eyes fluttered.
"I'd hate to disturb your dream, but the real thing's better, don't you think?"
Beelzebub had just taken a shower after his morning run, a towel draped over his shoulders as he dressed casually in grey sweatpants and a tank top. You were still sleeping in your bed, hair strewn about on the pillow, face scrunching at whatever thoughts you were having.
Cute.
He stood towering over your sleeping form, drying his hair as he wondered if he should wake you up. It was a weekday, and he doesn't recall any plans you might had have for the day.
"Beelz..." you chirped quietly as your hand stretched as if you were reaching for something- you're eyes were still closed, still asleep. You smiled when you grabbed a hold of his hand, pulling slightly to get him closer to you.
A light blush coloured his cheeks, but he followed your movements nonetheless. Towel left forgotten, he moved to lay comfortably besides you, cuddling you when you pulled him closer.
Looks like a lazy morning is in due.
Belphegor had woken up in the middle of the night. Why? It seems his partner had somehow escaped his arms and was sleeping on the other side of the bed, dare looking innocent.
The stars were shining above you, twinkling in an endless sky, the moonlight hitting your face in such a way it makes you look like a masterpiece.
But he didn't care.
He glared at you. How dare you interrupt his sleep like this. His tail flicked once, twice before pulling you to him, his arms holding you firmly while he entangled your legs together so you can't escape as easily anymore.
Nuzzling into your neck, he felt your arms encasing him, softly muttering his name. Did he wake you up?
He leaned backwards, studying your face and realized that no, he didn't. So you were still thinking of him even in your sleep, huh?
He smirked. Okay, maybe he'll forgive you for your blunder just this once.
A/N: No one asked for this, but you've all got it. Imma be honest, I'm proud of this fluff! The previous attempts had somehow turned into angst... Don't ask how, Idk myself.
Hope you all enjoyed it! Any feedbacks are highly appreciated.
A Little Bit Different - Obey Me! Boys and a Neurodivergent MC
I live!! Sorry for the lack of content lately, guys, life has been beating the crap out of me, but I finally found some time and motivation to write again!
I might do a piece with the other characters later, but my posts tend to be long as it is, haha.
Side note/disclaimer: I'm writing this piece as someone who has ADHD, so the symptoms and whatnot that I wrote the MC experiencing are ones that I have experienced myself. Obviously everyone experiences different things, and neurodivergent doesn't just mean ADHD/autism. Just making that clear!
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Lucifer: “That’s no way to study.”
The human looked up at him from their position on the floor of their room, taking out an earbud. “It’s my way.”
“It’s improper,” he shook his head, closing the door behind him as he stepped fully into the room. “I expected to see you sitting at your desk when you said you were studying.”
They shrugged, pushing themself up from their prone position so that they were sitting cross-legged. “I’ve tried that, it just doesn’t work for me. I can get a lot more done if I lay on the floor. Or sitting against the wall, if I need a change of position.”
“I fail to see how that can help you accomplish anything,” Lucifer clicked his tongue. “It’s rather childish.”
A stormy look passed over the usually mild-mannered human’s face, and they slammed their textbook shut with enough force that Lucifer could feel it through his boots. “Whatever.”
He internally winced. “...I didn’t mean to upset you.”
He could see them purposefully tensing and relaxing their muscles in an effort to calm down. Shoulders, arms, abdomen, all the way down to their feet until they let out a slow breath. “Sorry.”
“You needn’t apologize,” Lucifer extended a hand to help them up, and felt a rush of relief when they took it with no hesitation. He hadn’t messed up irrevocably, then. “I was the one who made you angry.”
They were quiet for a moment before they gave his gloved hand a squeeze. “I got scolded all the time when I was younger for not doing things the ‘proper’ way. But when I would study the way people expected me to, I didn’t retain any information, my grades tanked, and then I got scolded for that. It was a vicious cycle that I could never break out of until I got to RAD.”
Lucifer frowned, bringing both of his hands up to cup their jaw and place a soft kiss to the middle of their forehead. “Forgive me, my dear. I will not doubt your methods again.”
Mammon: “...re you listenin’? Yo, Devildom to human, you in there?”
Mammon felt the tiniest bit guilty when he saw the human jump. It wasn't like he snuck up on them or anything, they had been talking for, like, ten minutes! What was so important that they couldn’t pay attention to the Great Mammon?
"Sorry!" the human grinned sheepishly. "Kinda zoned there."
"Clearly," Mammon scoffed, folding his arms. "You went off on your own little adventure there."
Their grin got just a tiny bit tighter around the edges, and Mammon watched as they shifted from one foot to the other. "I'm really sorry."
…Oh, that didn't sound good. That was their "I'm beating myself up over something minor" voice. Mammon sighed, tossing an arm over their shoulder and pulling them flush against his side.
"Don't work yourself up over it, it happens. Are ya hungry?"
Leviathan: They were getting really fidgety.
Levi could feel them twisting the blanket between their hands, and they kept wiggling around in an attempt to…well, honestly he didn't know why, he just knew they wiggling.
He had seen this episode already, she he wasn't worried about missing any important plot points if he looked away. When he turned to ask them why they were so wound up, he found them staring intensely at the screen. Not in an absorbed-in-the-plot kind of way, though.
Clicking his tongue, Levi paused the video. "What's up with you?"
"Uh," they wiggled again. "Can you turn on the subtitles?"
Levi raised an eyebrow. "I mean, sure, but why? It's dubbed."
"I can't hear without subtitles."
"Huh," he muttered, exiting out of Sinflix. "Hang on, then."
Now they turned to look at him. "What are you doing?"
"Finding a different streaming service," Levi replied. "The subs are from the original, so they won't match up with the dub and it'll irritate both of us."
The human paused for a moment before smiling. "Good call."
Satan: They hadn't turned the page in almost twenty minutes.
Now, Satan knew he was an abnormally fast reader even among demons, so calling the human slow was an unfair comparison. But they usually weren't this slow.
The two of them were settled comfortably on the couch in Satan's room. Each had a book held in their lap, and up until now the human had been reading voraciously. But now, they were staring at the page like it had just insulted their mother unprompted.
"Everything alright?"
The human growled in frustration, winding up to throw the book across the room before they thought better of it. Desecrating a book in the lair of a bibliophile was not a smart move.
Well, that, and any upset in the careful equilibrium that Satan had achieved could bury the two of them.
"I can't - don't - I keep getting distracted," they finally sighed, slumping against the back of the couch. "I get about halfway through the page and I just stop retaining any of the words."
"Why?"
"I don't know!" They threw their hands up, looking like they were about to cry. Or hit something. Maybe both.
Satan peered over their shoulder. He remembered that book. For the most part, there was plenty of snappy dialogue to break up the wall of text, but the page that they got stuck on was a total info dump.
"Do you want me to read it to you?" he asked, already reaching for the book. Like a cat guarding it's favorite toy, they snatched it out of his reach. He wouldn't be surprised if they hissed at him.
"I'm not a baby, Satan."
…Okay, yeah, that hadn't been the best choice of action there.
"Then, maybe try this." He reached across their lap, plucking a stray notebook page from the pile of…whatever next to the couch. He spent a moment briefly skimming over the page-long paragraph of text before he found a line that began a new sentence, then placed the sheet over the bottom half of the page. "Read until the paper, then cover the top half. Might make it more digestible."
The human was still bristling, but after a few deep breaths they tried again.
Satan turned back to his own reading, and couldn't help but smile when he finally heard them turn the page.
Asmodeus: "Darling, you know I love you, but what the actual fuck are you doing?"
The room looked even worse than before. Instead of picking up the piles of dirty clothes that were in the way, the human had just shoved them to the side to get at the mess beneath it. Rinse and repeat until they had made a hole big enough for them to sit in the middle of a sea of pop cans and crumpled paper.
"...Cleaning?" they squeaked out, bringing their knees to their chest. "Trying to clean? Failing to clean?"
Asmo scanned their room with a critical eye. "When was the last time you saw the floor?"
"...Dunno," they shrugged, curling further in on themself. "Longer than I want to admit."
Asmo's amber eyes softened as he realized how close the human was to bursting into tears. "Oh, darling, it's okay. We can fix it."
"But -"
"'But it's my fault so I should fix it myself.' Is that what you're going to say?" Asmo kicked aside an old take out carton so he could crouch down next to the human. "You should know by know that me and my brothers can't mind our own business to save our lives. All you have to do is bat those pretty eyes at any of us and we'll do whatever you ask."
They stayed quiet for a moment before finally looking up and opening their arms to him.
Asmo didn't need to be told twice. He swooped down and gathered the human in a hug, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of their head.
"You don't have to do anything on your own."
Beelzebub: Where were they?
One of the main rules in the House of Lamentation was that either you came downstairs for dinner or you didn't get dinner. So, everyone was surprised when the allotted dinner hour came and went and the human never showed.
Another one of the main rules was that the human was the exception to most of said rules, so Lucifer purposely turned his head when he noticed Beel scooping food onto the plate reserved for the human as he was getting ready to leave the table.
He made it all the way to the bottom of the stairs before the desire to eat the food started prickling in his stomach, which was a testament to how concerned he was.
Their door was shut when he arrived, and the only response he received when he knocked was a distracted "hm?" Beel furrowed his eyebrows in concern as he opened the door.
“You missed dinner.” he stated, stepping into the room.
They were hunched over their laptop, features thrown into sharp contrast by the light coming from the screen. They were typing on the keyboard so hard and fast Beel thought they were going to break it. Not typing, then, but gaming.
A triumphant fanfare blared out from their speakers - it sounded like they finished whatever they were playing, and they looked up. “What was that, Beel?”
“I said, you missed dinner.” he replied, nodding towards the rapidly-cooling plate of food in his hand. “Are you hungry?”
The human paused, seemingly taking stock of their body. In the silence, Beel heard their stomach growl. “Oh, guess I am. What time is it?”
“A little after eight.”
Their eyes widened, and they glanced back at the screen. “I’ve been playing for six hours?!”
“I guess,” Beel crossed the room in a few strides and shut the lid of the laptop, setting the plate down on top of it. “You should eat.”
“Yeah,” they sighed. “Thanks, Beel. I probably would have kept playing until tomorrow and not even noticed I was hungry.”
“That doesn’t sound good.”
“It’s not,” they laughed, picking up their fork. “Thanks for looking out for me.”
Belphie: “I thought you went to bed already.”
The human jumped at the sound of Belphie’s voice, turning wildly to look at the demon laying languidly on the couch in the living room. “Shouldn’t you be in bed too?”
“I slept too much during the day again,” Belphie replied, sitting upright. “Plus, I like being up alone at night. Nobody around to bother me.”
“Oh, I’ll leave you a-”
“You’re different,” he cut them off. “I never mind when you’re around.”
Belphie gestured them closer, and they took the seat next to him on the couch. The human had taken a blanket from their bed and wrapped it around themself to fight off the perpetual chill that ran through the House of Lamentation, and Belphie took it upon himself to snag the corner and wiggle underneath it. “So, couldn’t sleep?”
“I was,” they sighed, leaning their head against his shoulder. “But I woke up, and couldn’t fall back asleep. Sitting there staring at the ceiling never works anyway, so I decided to walk around.”
“Are you tired?”
“Very much so,” they played idly with a loose string along the edge of the couch. “But I just can’t sleep.”
“Why not?”
“Dunno,” they shrugged. “I’ve always been like this. Periodically my body just decides that sleep is for the weak.”
“Sleep is for the sleepy,” Belphie countered. “Tell your body it’s being stupid.”
“I’ve tried, it doesn’t listen.”
Belphie hummed thoughtfully. “Well, at least this way we can have some uninterrupted time together. So maybe your body isn’t so stupid.”
Where the brothers react to a MC with weird insults.
Lucifer:
“Listen here you waxy, lemon-faced bitch-”
There were two reasons why he didn’t set you on fire on the spot after you insulted him; one, no-one dared to insult him to his face, and he admire you for your gut. Two, your way of insulting was quite possibly the funniest thing he had seen in all his centuries of being alive.
He’d try to hide his smile, turning away from you and just walking away. He’d begin to run when you started to chase after him, unable to keep himself from laughing anymore.
“Don’t run away while I’m talking to you, bird man - I said stop running!”
Mammon:
“You lookin’ like you came straight from the clown factory. Honk honk, bitch!”
It wouldn’t resister in his brain at first - he’d be too busy hyping you up to realize what exactly you said. After a few moments, he’d find himself lowering his fists, looking at you inquisitively.
“What did you just say?” he’d ask you.
“Don’t just stand there, Mammon, hold my wig!”
Mammon wouldn’t still completely understand your choice of fighting words until days later, when he was in an extremely important meeting with the rest of his brothers and Lord Diavolo. He’d remember you yelling the words “honk honk” and he’d start laughing right then and there.
“Mammon, we’re in a meeting,” Satan would hiss at him.
“I know, I’m sorry! I just-”
He would physically have to be removed from the student council room.
Leviathan:
“Binch.”
Maybe it was the simplicity of your insult, or maybe it was the way you completely butchered a basic human curse word, but you had him reeling on the floor. You’d been stewing in your anger for a bit now, getting frustrated by the second, and the way all your rage was directed onto that one word…
He’d be crying, completely abandoning the game you two were playing as he pounded his fist against the floor. You’d be watching him with an unpleasant frown, crunching up your nose in distaste.
“Keep it up, snake man, I’m coming for your lizard ass next.”
He’d only start laughing harder.
Satan:
“I’m gonna split you like a sundae with grandpa, bitch.”
As the Avatar of Wrath, Satan was well-versed on a variety of insults and curses. Demonic, angelic, human, he knew it all. Color him surprised when you uttered those words under your breath before you attacked Lucifer.
He’d pull you off his screaming older brother, cackling loudly as he slung you over his shoulder and ran like a bat out of hell. He’d still be laughing when he barged into your room, tears streaming down his face as he barricaded the doors.
“I love you so much,” he’d whisper as Lucifer pounded on your bedroom door. “Please marry me, right now.”
Asmodeus:
“You look like if socks and sandals had a threesome with Voldemort and then you came out.”
He’d be a little confused at your choice of insult, but that wouldn’t deter him. He’d hold your earrings and your shoes as you absolutely roasted the demon in front of you, cheering you on from a safe distance.
It would only be afterwards that he’d question you about your choice of words.
“You couldn’t call them a bitch and move on?”
You’d only smirk, pointing at the demon’s gobsmacked face. “You have to hit them where it hurts, Asmo,” you said.
Beelzebub:
“I’m gonna roast his ass like rotisserie!”
Beelzebub walked away the moment he heard you scream those words. He’d seen you angry before, and while he knew he should probably stop you from wreaking havoc on the Devildom, he knew he wouldn’t be able keep himself from laughing.
He was used to fiery personalities - he’d shared a room with his younger brother for centuries, having to deal with Belphegor’s morning personality. He could stop you with just a simple scratch on the head, and he probably should have but seeing you so angry, stomping your feet comedically on the ground as you chased Solomon around the school…
He’d be cheering you on through his fits of laughter, following close by you as you hurled your strange insults at the wizard.
Belphegor:
“Y-You got no jams!”
Belphegor prided himself in being the most knowledgable about the human realm than most of his brothers, but what in the absolute hell did that even mean? He’d lower the object he was keeping out of your reach, eyeing you with confusion.
“What the fuck?” he’d ask. “MC, what the hell does that mean?”
You’d snatch your coveted cup of pudding, sticking your tongue out at him. “You look like if a cow and a scene kid did the nasty and their holy union produced you.” His eyes would be wide when you placed a kiss against his cheek. “Don’t steal my pudding, cow boy.”
He’d definitely get you back later, but watching you walk away, he could only clap his hands in awe.
