Hiii, can you make a headcanon about the obey brothers how they act when their jealous. Like maybe when mc spends a lot of time with Solomon or maybe when a lower level demon starts talking to mc. Thank youu and have a nice day!!
A/N: It's been so long since I did something like this, lol. Have a great day to you, too, dear Anon!
Warning: I'll be using gender-neutral pronouns, and this might be a lil long lmao―
JEALOUS OBEY ME BROTHERS
You had been walking around the school campus, enjoying the day outside. Sure, there was no Sun, but you could still enjoy the scenery regardless, right? It was very... demonic.
It felt like nighttime, even though it had been the afternoon. How much time had passed? You couldn't quite tell the time very well here, with the absence of light.
But, like the human world, walking alone at night in the Devildom would never be a good idea for a lamb like you.
"You must be the human exchange student, right?" A demon approached you, his smile akin to a predator noticing an interesting prey. "I'm Dyrin. Nice to meet you, little lamb." His hand was extended out in greeting, as if he expected you to shake it.
So you did. Not because you wanted to, but because you likely didn't have a choice.
'Little lamb, huh.'
Dyrin laughed at your expression, which only caused you to furrow your brows further. "Oh, little lamb, don't look so bitter. It's not like I'm trying to weasel anything out of our precious exchange student, hm?"
Was he a flirt? Did he usually act like this?
"Well? Aren't you going to introduce yourself?" The demon smirked, hand not letting go of yours as he pulled you closer, "Or would you rather I call you 'little lamb' instead?"
LUCIFER
Did you really think the Avatar of Pride―the one who keeps an eye on everything―would let you wander around alone? If anything, he'd be watching from a distance, ready to intervene if anything happened.
Lo and behold, something did.
He watched as that lower demon―Dyrin―put his hands on MC. His MC. The demon of pride didn't waste another second, making his swift way towards the two by the courtyard.
"Am I disrupting something?" Lucifer questioned, his eyes narrowed on the demon. He turned his gaze towards MC, who now stared at him with a grateful expression. "Was he bothering you, dear?"
"Oh no, not at all, Lord Lucifer." Dyrin let the human go as if they were burning coal, face pressed into a polite but cunning smile, "I just so happened to bump into the human. It's quite dangerous leaving them all alone, you see. Who knows what could've happened."
Lucifer Morningstar glared at the demon, his tone warning, "I was asking them, Dyrin." He paused before adjusting his tie, "Besides, are you implying that I am not providing sufficient care or safety for them?"
"Oh, no, sir. Never in my darkest dreams."
Lucifer would never admit he was jealous. Not in public, Heavens―Hell no, but when he and MC are alone again―in his room―he'll find himself acting more relaxed. He'll find the urge to make MC remember and never forget.
Never forget just who had captured their heart.
MAMMON
Just who was this demon, acting all clammy with the human? Mammon certainly didn't recognize them, and he remembers those who are at least a little important.
He thinks. Maybe.
The Avatar of Greed had left the human for just a moment―one moment―and they had already run off and gotten roped up into some nasty fucker's bullshit.
And said nasty fucker was holding their hand―wait a minute...
"Oi, the hell is this?!" Mammon called out, marching over to the two while pulling MC away from the creep. "Hands offa them, dammit―you don't getta touch 'em or call 'em that, got it?"
Dyrin just nodded, looking amused if anything. "Of course, sir. It is now engraved into my memory."
He glared at him, "It'd better be."
As the secondborn dragged MC away, he failed to notice the way the human looked at him―with such a fond expression. "Thank you, Mammon," they smiled.
The Avatar of Greed looked at the human he was dragging away, a faint blush dusting his face before he turned his head. "W-Whatever! Ya better not run off like that again, ya hear me?!" MC is his, not anyone else's, dammit!
MC nodded, mouth curling into a grin, "I heard you loud and clear, Mams."
LEVIATHAN
The one time he went outside voluntarily. The one time the General of Hell's Navy actually went out to touch grass. The one time, and he was greeted with this.
...He was going to buy a limited-edition figurine of Ruri-chan, but that wasn't important.
MC, his Player Two, was currently talking to a lower demon who was holding their hand. Wasn't he their boyfriend? Was Leviathan missing something?
Then he saw the guy pull them closer, and something in him burned with envy. How dare he touch― but what if MC got tired of him already? What if this was their way of showing their thoughts? Was everything a lie?
Leviathan would pull MC away wordlessly, though he wouldn't look them in the eyes. MC would notice―they always did―and the human would have to reassure him.
Perhaps later that night, they would chill in his room, hanging out. Cuddling in his bathtub bed. And the Avatar of Envy would remind himself that their precious Player Two would never leave.
MC would fall asleep first. They always did―mortal minds needed adequate rest, after all. Leviathan would then stare at the human in his arms, brushing away the strands of hair that fell on their face.
What's a multiplayer game without two people?
SATAN
Books, books, books. Books were his love. Books were his life. Books (and cats, of course) were one of the only things that consistently kept him interested in anything throughout the centuries.
Until MC, of course.
Ancient texts and historical documents aside, the demon of wrath was calmly (very calm, very calm) making his way through the courtyard for some student library business, a pile of documents in his arms.
And on his way, Satan passed by two figures on the side. You and this lower-ranked demon, whom he recognized from a student meeting two months ago. Dyrin, he presumed.
Ah, such a shame, he was a competent one.
"Anything the matter over here?" His free hand was firmly placed at MC's waist as Satan inserted himself into the conversation with a composed smile. "I couldn't help but notice the sudden... familiarity you show to the exchange student, Dyrin."
"Familiarity?" Dyrin echoed, their expression of realization paired with the caution of someone realizing they were fucked, "Ah, my apologies, Lord Satan, that was not my intention." He let go of MC's hand, matching Satan with a polite smile of his own.
"I see," Satan adjusted the pile of texts, gesturing for MC to follow him, "The exchange student and I have some... important business to attend to at the student library... You are aware that loitering around the hallways violates school expectations?"
Dyrin nods, moving away from the two. "Yes, sir. I'll be... off."
"And if you dare attempt something like this again, I will personally make sure you are declared missing by the end of the week."
Dyrin looked relieved that Satan gave him the benefit of the doubt, rushing off without a second glance. The Avatar of Wrath could only smile down at MC.
He doesn't get a second chance.
ASMODEUS
"MC, love, there you are―" Asmodeus's words died out before they reached the two as he took in the scene in front of him. Oh, how romantic it looked; MC and someone else who was not him. How... romantic.
Utterly repulsive.
To think that other people admired and loved the human exchange student, Asmodeus didn't find that hard to believe. His human was the most caring one he knew of, after all.
But to see other demons attempt to lay their hands on them? To seduce them when he was blatantly clear on how MC was his? Scum. The kinds worse than Mammon, because at least his elder brother knew when to actually back off.
However, Asmodeus has connections. He had connections everywhere. And the demon of lust was not a social butterfly for nothing.
"MC, sweetheart, I was looking for you~!" The influencer rushed over with a large smile, his usual flair for dramatics blooming as he wrapped his arm around MC's shoulders from behind, "I sent you a message a while ago, and you didn't respond... Is everything alright?"
"You did?" MC pulled away from Dyrin's grasp, fishing for their phone, "Sorry I missed that, Asmo, did something happen?"
The demon just waved a hand, "Oh, nothing too big of a deal, dear. Though, who is this guy? Did you make a new friend while I was gone?" His eyes bore holes into the offender's skull. "How scandalous~."
The lower demon shook his head, "Nothing, sir. I was just heading off. Have a... great day."
"Hm, you do you then~!" The Avatar of Lust didn't tell Dyrin to call him 'Asmo' like he usually did. Just smiled at the guy a tad more politely. A tad more aggressively.
He knew Dyrin. Asmodeus knew everyone.
The other guy never stood a chance.
BEELZEBUB
MC had told him, while walking back from class, that they were going to take a walk outside for some fresh air. They had asked Beel if he wanted to join them.
The demon had agreed to join them, though he had stopped, only for a moment, to get some snacks from a nearby vending machine. When he turned around, the human was gone.
"MC?" No, no, no, he couldn't have lost the human―his human― so quickly, right? What if someone took them while he wasn't looking? A part of him wanted to ask Belphie to help him search, but the younger demon was currently busy with whatever work Lucifer had piled onto him.
...Shit.
After a while, he found MC in the courtyard, with another demon getting in their personal space. The human looked uncomfortable, while the lower demon (Dyrin, perhaps?) pulled them towards himself.
Beelzebub, who was standing behind the demon, tilted his head.
"MC?"
Dyrin, who recognized the voice and turned around with a pale face, immediately let MC go, his face paling immediately as he backed up a little. "Ah, uh, Lord Beelzebub. I'll be, uh, going now."
"Wait. Not yet."
Dyrin stopped, his smile freezing, as he turned around slowly with a small "Y-yes, sir."
If this demon had hurt what was his... If he had tried to take them away...
Then the Avatar of Gluttony would be glad to make him pay.
BELPHEGOR
Belphegor was there. He had fallen asleep on one of the benches in the courtyard, snoring softly when the scene had occurred. MC's presence always did wonders to help him stay awake.
Except that the picture he woke up to was not the best―far from it.
"How thoughtful," Belphie rolled his eyes and sat up, glaring at the lower-ranking demon, "Attempting to do such a lowly thing. Definitely the peak of demonic society, right?"
Dyrin had obviously not expected Belphie to be just sleeping there, stammering out a half-assed, "Lord Belphegor! I was just―"
"Save it. Let them go, Dyrin." The youngest of the seven brothers yawned. "Can't believe you're dumb enough to target them. My human exchange student? Really?" He stood up, walking towards the two. Dyrin immediately dropped MC's hand, already backing up.
"It w-wasn't―"
Belphegor walked closer, unfazed by Dyrin's hasty attempts to back away, "Don't fucking lie to me. Now, if you know what's best for you, you're gonna scram and never approach them again. Got it?"
Dyrin nodded.
"Enjoy your nightmares."
And as Dyrin walked off briskly with a barely-concealed look of terror, Belphie essentially dragged MC back to the bench, lying down with his body half-draped over them.
"B-Belphie?" They looked down at him in surprise before smiling, "Thank you. That was nice."
"...Don't mention it." MC laughed.
A/N: Hope I didn't make them OOC lmao. Hope y'all enjoyed this one!
