If “Obey Me” was a show, this is how I imagine bloopers would be 😂:
*Lucifer yelling at the brothers*
*Mammon and Levi trying not to break character and laugh*
Lucifer: “How many times do I have to- can you two stop laughing, and be serious? I’m trying to do a scene and this is our fifth take.” *says while also trying not to laugh now*
*all brothers start laughing*
Levi: “I’m sorry! He started it!” *says while laughing.
Mammon: “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You were so serious, and it was funny.”
Lucifer: “I’m supposed to be serious in this scene!” *everyone is still laughing*
Mammon: “Sorry, sorry.” *looks at camera* “I feel like I should justify my laughter by saying he’s not that serious in real life. He’s actually pretty chill.”
*tries to start again, but Asmo accidentally snorts from trying not to laugh*
*Beel spits out his food.*
Beel: “Can we keep it together? I can’t keep eating. I’m going to have to start spitting food out.” *looks at camera* “I don’t eat as much in real life either.” *turns back to his brothers* “okay, let’s get this over with, and stop laughing. Mammon I’m talking to you.”
my maladaptive daydreaming sure does give me more obey me content </3 enjoy (and yes all of you will be seeing more angst)
Death. It was not a word to describe the Queen of the Devildom. Spring. Beauty. Pure. Elegance. That was more like it. But with each passing day, you feel as if death followed you. Or rather, associated with you. Every steep step you take with Diavolo, your lover, another sacrifice was made. Your soul. Your mentality. Your strength. But you could not tell him that. It would hurt him. He treated you as if you were someone worth living. But was he worth living for you? It pained you every single time to force a smile and gleefully agree with him. You loved him. Of course you did. You loved him so much. And he did too. And yet, when you coughed up blood for the first time, you knew. There was not enough time. You had to keep going with the schedule. He was your husband after all. Every day, 7:00 am wake up. 8:00 am prepare for studies on etiquette and duties. 10:00 am lunch. 12:00 pm stroll. 1:00 pm paperwork. 9:00 pm sleep. No in betweens. Everyday of your schedule did not include seeing Diavolo, despite everything. You were tired. As you wiped the blood from your mouth, your head began throbbing. You staggered towards the bed and lied down from exhaustion. Why? Why were you suffering? It hurt. It hurt so bad. Blood began building up in your throat before you gag. This was going to be a long night.
A few months after your disease was discovered, your stamina was decreased heavily and hallucinations always creeped up in the corners of your eyes. Blood began dripping on your ears and mouth after a few days. Diavolo never noticed it. Well, you forced yourself not to let him notice. You wanted him to not worry. Pain always tailed behind and slowly but surely, you were unable to attend to your daily schedule. As you feel your life slowly fading out of you, you decided to say goodbye to him. You wanted to love him. Even if it’s for the last time. “Hey Dia” You stood across the doorway, a smile on your face. He looked up from his paperwork. “Not now, my dear. I am busy.” A sad expression morphed on you as you try telling him. “But-” “No. I’m sorry, but the event affairs cannot wait. How about you tell me tomorrow?” Your grip tightened as your eyes lowered. There was no tomorrow. You forced another smile. “Yeah...tomorrow” You left as your footsteps became heavier and heavier. You weren’t throwing a tantrum. You tried being stable. Your vision made your eyesight blurry as you stagger across each hallway, trying to reach your room. Your tears made your eyesight even more blurry. What were you even crying for? For your people you will abandon? For the future you try to achieve? Or was it because you never have been able to say I love you on your last day? Who knows... As your cold fingertips began touching the missing spot on the bed, another tear dropped towards the mattress. Death. It was not a word to describe the Queen. But as the sun finally rose, your dead body was all of that left of the once graceful woman. The moon was beautiful, wasn’t it, my queen?
I might put Diavolo’s reaction soon. English is not my first language so please dismiss any bad grammar! I’ll make sure to post the replaced mc au part two soon as well!
A/N: I really loved writing this one! Please reblog if you enjoy! <3
Warnings: Angst, sad angel, kissing in the rain
Pairing: Simeon x GN!MC
Words: 3581
✨My Masterlist✨
Just as soon as your professor dismisses class, you pull out your DDD. You’re supposed to meet up with a certain angel today. You’ve been spending quite a bit of time together recently. And you couldn’t be more thrilled. He’s such a sweet person and you’re glad to call him your friend. He radiates warmth and love and… Well, you suppose that’s just what angels do–
Your eyes bulge out of your head when you see your most recent message. You stifle a laugh behind your hand. He can’t possibly mean what you think he does; you can’t wait to find out what this translates to. You double check what it says and grab your bag, laughing as you walk to your meeting place.
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“I just don’t understand,” Simeon starts, a crease forming on his forehead. “Why were the emojis I sent… inappropriate?”
“Simeon, a lot of people use the eggplant emoji to mean…” You glance around the mostly-empty hallway, and rise up on your toes to whisper in his ear. As soon as you’re finished explaining, his cheeks darken and his eyes are wider than you thought possible. He’s too cute for this world, you think as he raises a gloved hand to cover his mouth.
“So, you see now why I was sort of confused. Right?” You ask, a dusting of pink on your own face.
“Oh dear, MC. I– I apologize.” Simeon cringes, realizing what he’d accidentally done. He could die of embarrassment.
You laugh and pat the technologically clueless angel’s arm. He’s so special. Kind, smart, funny. But, despite being thousands of years old, somehow naive at times. “It’s okay. I knew you didn’t mean it like that.”
“Do any other symbols have secret meanings?” He asks, a scared look in his eyes. You stand next to him as he scrolls through his emoji keyboard and point out the ones that could have not-so-angelic meanings.
“That means what?!” Simeon asks, in disbelief, when you reach the sweat droplets emoji. His face is burning. And yours is no different. “I… can’t believe I’ve been sending it to Luke when it’s hot out.”
“I’m sure Luke has no idea. It only means that in… certain contexts. Like, if you paired it with an eggplant,” you explain softly. He sighs, thankful that at least he isn’t somehow sending dirty texts to his pseudo-child. Then he puts his phone away, unwilling to learn more.
“So, um, would you like to come over for some leftover eggplant parmesan?” Simeon asks, his eyes on the ground and his face warm.
“Sure.” You try your best not to laugh, but when your eyes meet his, you can’t help it.
—
Simeon had been drawn to you since the day you met. You were easy to talk to. You were sweet and friendly and helpful. You gave off a light, some sort of beacon in the darkness of the Devildom. He wasn’t sure where that light came from. Or why he could see it. Until recently.
He has feelings for you. Of this, he is certain. They are undeniable and unrelenting. And, as much as they frighten him, he can’t shake them. What’s more, he doesn’t want to.
So, that’s why he’s been walking you home. He’s in love and he’s not sure what to do about it, so he’s decided to follow you like a puppy as long as you’ll let him. And last week, when he invited you over for leftovers, you didn’t laugh in his face. (Okay, well, you did, but only because he’s technologically illiterate.)
Besides inadvertently sexting you, Simeon thinks he must be doing something right. He cringes inwardly, remembering how he’d felt when he learned that people had some pretty vulgar uses for cartoonized fruits. But he shakes that away.
For the past week, or maybe longer, he’s been trying to find the courage to tell you how he feels. And while he’s written these feelings before, he can’t say he’s ever felt them. And there is a stark difference.
For instance, when he’s writing, he controls each characters’ feelings and responses. He knows what one will say, because he knows what the others’ reaction will be. What if you were to go off-script? The idea is nauseating.
So, now, on the walk to the House with you, he’s anxious. His stomach is in knots, and not just because he let Solomon help with dinner the night before. The two of you are walking side-by-side and he can vaguely hear you prattling about something, but he has no idea what. Because his heart is pounding in his ears. And he can barely focus on moving his legs in time to walk with you.
“Don’t you think so, Simeon?” You ask, looking up at him.
At the sound of his name, he gives you a confused look. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Weren’t you paying attention?” Your eyebrows are scrunched.
“I’m afraid I wasn’t. My mind was elsewhere.” He admits, looking away sheepishly.
You smile, “Oh, it’s okay. I was just saying how weird it is that it’s always night down here. I’m still not entirely used to it.”
Was it night? He’d hardly noticed. Your smile has that effect on him.
“Oh, yeah. It is strange. Of course, where I’m from, you get neverending sun.” He replies.
“Huh. That sounds kinda… awful. No offense.”
Simeon laughs at your honesty. “It’s a big change, but a welcome one. I rather enjoy the night. How about you? Do you miss the sun?”
The two of you are approaching the stoop of the House. He’s running out of time!
“Oh yeah, I miss daytime for sure,” you say, rummaging through your bag. “I’m always terrified to walk anywhere alone here.” You add before triumphantly pulling out your keys.
Simeon is well aware of the dangers of the Devildom. He can’t imagine how frightening it must be to a human. The thought of anything happening to you…
“I’d be happy to accompany you anywhere you go.” Simeon offers.
Your eyes widen and you start to smile. “Really? That’s so sweet.”
He merely nods. Oh Father, his palms are sweating. That ruins his plan to hold your hands and pour his heart out. Think quicker! Simeon takes a deep breath as you turn to unlock the door.
“MC?” He says, softly. Nervously.
You turn back towards him, just in time for him to swoop down and place a kiss on your forehead, taking you by surprise. Your mouth drops open and you drop your keys. And you don’t have time to respond, because as soon as you feel it, he’s gone in a blur of white.
Simeon’s face is on fire as he soars through the dark, Devildom sky. He did it! He did it! Wait… He did what exactly?
As he nears his own dormitory, he realizes that, instead of confessing his feelings to you, he’d slapped a kiss to your head and flew away. Like a coward.
“Oh, feathers,” he says, bringing a hand to his own forehead. Maybe he at least got the point across?
You press your fingertips to the searing spot on your forehead, wondering what had come over the angel. You step into the House, still confused. Do… Do angels just spontaneously kiss their friends on the head?
Stranger things have happened, I guess, you think as you step into the entrance hall, noting the cow hanging from the chandelier. “Hi Belphie.”
“Hmmph.”
“Are you… asleep?” You ask, but don’t get a response. Lucifer must’ve strung him up for skipping class. You continue to your room and start to tap out a text. As soon as it’s sent, your heart does a flip.
There’s a knock on your door and, before you have time to pretend you aren’t there, it swings open revealing the Avatar of Lust. “Hi Asmo. What’s up?” You say, trying your best to seem normal.
“Hey darling, I just wanted to ask if this top looks okay with this neckl–” He pauses and gives you a once over, a smirk forming on his lips. “What’s got you so blushy?”
“What? I’m not blushy,” you deny, though you can feel the warmth in your cheeks. Asmo sits down next to you.
“Yes you are. And I thought only I could fluster you so.” He sighs, dejectedly falling backwards onto your mattress with an arm over his face.
“Simeon kissed me,” you blurt out. Asmo sits up immediately, with a grave look on his lovely face.
“He what?”
“I… uh, he kissed me on the forehead.” You explain, pointing to the spot.
Asmo furrows his brows, “That’s… odd.”
“It is?”
“I… Sweetie.” Asmo takes a breath and exhales slowly. Instead of his usual, cheerful expression, he wears a serious one. “Our little sister, Lilith. She fell in love with a human…” He trails off, letting you fill in the blanks.
“Oh. Right…” Your heart clenches and your hands clutch your DDD.
Asmodeus smiles sadly and puts an arm around your shoulders. “Don’t look so sad, dear. Maybe… Maybe He is more forgiving now.” He offers, but he doesn’t look convinced.
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Simeon is still kicking himself for flying away like an idiot when his DDD makes a noise. It is, however; the special noise that it always makes when you text him, so he grabs it.
You can kiss me properly next time. If you want to. <3
He reads it several times and has a smile on his face for the rest of the evening.
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You’d spent all night fretting over your situation. And you had eventually come to the decision that it was too risky for you to pursue Simeon any longer. For his sake, you had to put a stop whatever it was you had. Even if it broke both your hearts.
But, you supposed letting him walk you home one last time would be all right. So, you’re walking silently beside him, trying to figure out how to let him down gently.
“MC, may I take you up on what you said last night?” Simeon asks as you near the gate, shaking you from your thoughts.
You’d been hoping that he’d forgotten the message, so you wouldn’t have to turn him down. But… Now that he’s here looking at you like that, you can’t refuse. You nod slowly and he exhales before leaning down to press his lips against yours.
His lips are soft. And warm. And angelic.
You pull away abruptly. “I, uh, really need to head inside. I’ve got cooking duty tonight!” You lie, rushing up the stairs to the door.
“Do you need any help?” He offers.
“No, no. It’s fine. I’ll see you later!” You wave, then shut the door and leave the angel alone on the walkway confused.
He was so sure that you…
Maybe he was wrong.
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Once Simeon gets home, he goes to ask for advice from his only other human friend. He finds Solomon in his bedroom, reading a dusty-looking book. The sorcerer listens intently as Simeon breaks down his last few interactions with you.
“I just don’t understand. I thought… See, they said yes, but then they froze up and rushed into the house.” Simeon says, recounting his most recent encounter.
Solomon thinks for a moment. “Maybe they just got nervous.”
“Hmm.” Simeon considers it a possibility. “What do you think I should do now?”
“Try to be more direct? Tell them exactly how you feel.” Solomon says with a smile before turning the page.
Simeon nods. He can do that.
Wrong.
Over the course of two weeks, he spends approximately six minutes alone with you. You’ve started walking home with one of your demonic housemates every day. You don’t answer your messages as quickly as before. And when you do answer them, it’s often with short, one word replies or stickers.
It’s starting to stress him out.
He can’t understand the radio silence. You tell him that you’re busy with class projects and he believes it for a while, but… You seem to have time for everyone except him.
He finally catches you with free time and invites you over for lunch. When you accept, he’s relieved. And excited. He’s telling you today. Today!
He’s just finished preparing something delicious for you, with help from Luke. (And Solomon, who’d agreed to stay away from the kitchen for the day.) Simeon dusts his hands off and takes a step back to admire his work. The table looks wonderful, all it needs is you sitting on one side.
The chime of the doorbell rings throughout the house, startling him. He checks his appearance with Luke quickly and rushes to answer the door.
When he opens it and starts to usher you inside, you don’t move. You have a sad look on your face.
“MC?” Simeon asks. He notices Beelzebub on the sidewalk by the mailbox, leaning against the fence.
You take a deep breath. “I just came by to say that… I don’t think we should see each other anymore. At least for a little while.”
Simeon’s mouth drops open. His eyes search your face, waiting for a grin to break out. For you to say ‘Just kidding! Let’s go have lunch.’
But you don’t. He can’t form any thoughts in his mind or on his tongue. “W-what?”
“I’m so sorry.” You say softly. Then you turn and rush down the steps to where Beelzebub is waiting. The two of you start in the direction of the HOL and Simeon stands stupidly in the doorway, watching you leave.
“Simeon, MC. The cookies are…” Luke starts, coming into the living room. But he stops when he sees his guardian standing alone at the door.
“Where’s MC?” The younger angel asks.
Simeon swallows the lump in his throat and shuts the door, leaning against it for a moment to take a breath. Then he turns. “They left.” Is all he says as he walks past Luke and to his room.
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Simeon spends the next few days hiding away in his room. He leaves to go to RAD and comes right back, to brood alone until bedtime. He does his best not to show how devastated he is, but it’s rough. He’s not even sure what he’d done wrong. He was so sure…
Regardless, he tries to keep a pleasant expression around Luke. And everyone else really. But there’s not really a point, because by now, everyone knows what happened.
Currently, he’s sitting on a chair in his room, gazing out the picture window at the dark, cloudy sky. He has the view memorized. Four small bushes, each of them filled with blooming roses. Four trees, one of which has a bird’s nest in it. The fence around the border of the backyard. A streetlamp on the far right side.
And… MC walking down the street with Asmodeus?
As soon as he sees you, rain starts to trickle down from the sky, making Asmodeus lift his coat over his head. And the two of you start to run. He watches until you’re around the corner, then becomes content with watching water droplets on the window pane, how they race to the bottom and fall.
How melodramatic. Simeon huffs out a sigh. He has better things to do than stare out the window, hasn’t he?
Simeon makes himself rise from the chair to go fetch his TSL notes from the desk. He settles himself back into his seat and starts to reread what he’s got. But, as he reads, he finds himself uninterested in it.
“The pacing of this chapter is entirely too fast. What was I thinking?” Simeon rolls his eyes and starts to make notes for future him.
“Too fast?” He repeats to himself. He drops his notepad and rushes out of his room, scaring the hell out of Solomon in the process.
The wizard nearly spills the cup of tea he’d been bringing. “Where are you going so quickly?” He asks as he recovers.
“I have to talk to MC. I think I know what I did wrong.” Simeon says, opening the door. He doesn’t give Solomon enough time to talk him out of it. Instead, he unfurls his wings and dives off the porch.
It doesn’t take long for him to reach the House, even in the hastily deteriorating weather. He spots you and Asmo just reaching the stairs.
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“I hate this weather. It was humid earlier and my hair is already hard to manage,” Asmo whines.
“I know,” you sigh.
“Show a little sympathy, MC! It’s practically wilted—” Asmo cuts off to look behind you, mouth dropped open.
Your eyebrows scrunch, “What is it?”
Asmo merely takes you by the arm and spins you around in time for you to see Simeon’s feet hit the ground. The angel’s cape is wet and his hair is plastered to his forehead.
“I need to talk to you MC. Please?” He asks as his wings fold up and disappear behind him. And with the look on his face, you can’t help but agree.
“Okay.” You say with a small nod. Asmo gives you a look. “Go in, Asmo. Your hair is getting ruined.”
“Oh, fuck.” Asmo curses, still with his coat over his head. The Avatar of Lust climbs the stairs and stands on the porch, waiting for you.
“What is it?” You ask, with your eyes on the ground. You focus on a puddle forming in the dirt. Simeon steps closer to you.
“I have to apologize.”
You make a face and look up at him. “For what?”
“For pressuring you. You see, I thought things were going well. I care so much for you and I thought I was taking the next step. But, if it’s too fast for you, that’s all right. We can slow down.” He says, an earnest look on his face.
“Simeon.” You try to stop him, but he just continues.
“I just miss you. And I’m sorry for what I did.”
“Sim—”
“Please, give me another chance. I’ll fix it.” The angel pleads, staring into your eyes. You can’t believe what you’re about to say.
The corners of your mouth tremble. “No.” Your voice breaks, taking his heart with it.
“No?” Simeon repeats, devastated. His eyes are watery and the lump in his throat only expands, making it hard to breathe. “Why?”
Your own eyes are brimming over with tears and as hard as you try to blink them away, you can’t. They start to stream down your face, alongside the rain. Simeon reaches out for you, but you shake your head and he freezes.
“I can’t do this. I can’t–” You sob. The rain picks up. “I won’t be the reason you fall, Simeon. I love you too much. I won’t let it happen. Not because of me. So, please, just… Just go home.”
Simeon lets out an uneven breath. You’ve been worried about him this whole time, trying to protect him. It makes his heart swell. Of course falling had crossed his mind; it was a horrifying possibility. But you were worth it. Oh God, you were worth everything.
Simeon takes another step, closing the distance between you. “That isn’t your decision to make.” He says. Then he takes your hands in his and smiles at you softly, fondly.
“Whether we are together or not, I will love you. Whether I’m an angel or… not, I will love you. Nothing can change that. These feelings are already in my heart; I’m afraid I can’t do anything about them. What happens to me now is up to my Father and no one else. You hold no responsibility for my fate.”
You gulp, “but–”
“I would rather be with you than be an angel,” Simeon insists. You blink again, new tears are forming, for a completely different reason.
“But you…”
“Falling isn’t something I want to do, but if that comes, at least I’ll have a soft place to land.” He says, a smile playing on his lips.
You snort a laugh, “Simeon–”
“I love you, MC.” He declares.
“I love you too.” You reply shakily, as if you’re waiting for a bolt of lightning to strike. Simeon beams at your words. You step forward, into his arms, and both of you can breathe again. The angel is wrapped around you, his cheek pressed against the side of your head.
“More than my wings. More than my life.” He whispers into your ear. And he means it. Though, he does shudder when a clash of thunder shakes the ground beneath your feet. It’s… just a coincidence.
“May I kiss you properly now?” Simeon asks, making your eyes widen. When you nod, he tilts your face up and presses his lips to yours. Thunder rumbles yet again as you break apart.
“Awww!!! This is so sweet, I’m dying!” You hear from behind you. Both you and Simeon furrow your brows. When you turn to look, Asmodeus has his DDD pointed your way. He gapes at your murderous expression and bolts off, into the House.
“ASMO!” You shout, chasing after him and dragging Simeon behind you by the hand. You nearly trip over the rug in the entrance hall, but Simeon keeps you steady. He laughs as you hurl curses at the Avatar of Lust and adores the way his hand feels in yours.
If this lasts forever, it won’t be long enough. After all, what is divinity compared to the love of a human?
Author’s Note: Uh okay first thing: I’m sorry this is so long, it just keeps going. Second: I’m not sure if doing something this deep so quickly on my page is a good idea, but I’m going to do it anyway. Requests are open and appreciated!
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If anyone ever tries to tell you that RAD tests were easy to study for, the best thing for you to do is to either laugh in their face or ask them to tutor you. It might be because the tests in general are much harder than the ones administered on Earth, or maybe it was because you’re a human who hasn’t had any background to any of these topics other than the background taught in class.
And you paid attention, you took notes (when you weren’t distracted by Mammon, that is) to the best of your ability, and you asked for help when you needed it. You even stayed up almost all night the first time you had a test studying and revising your notes, rewriting them and even finding videos to watch on that subject. You had walked into the classroom the next morning, hyped up from (caffeinated beverage) and ready to kick this test in its butt.
The downfall of this attitude came when you looked at the first page of the test to not recognize almost any of the material, only a few things scattered here and there. You say in your chair, staring at the paper and trying to work your way through the questions, making the most sense out of them that you could, but it wasn’t helping all that much.
You weren’t surprised when your test came back with a barely passable grade, but Lucifer was. Oh, Lucifer laid into you for a good two hours, talking about how you were going to ruin Diavolo’s program, and that you should study harder next time and ask more questions. You assured him that you would, and he didn’t seem all too believing in your answer, but he let you be.
His speech stuck something into you, however. Something that you felt all too well in the human world: inadequacy. You felt terrible, you had tried your best, you had studied, but it still didn’t help anything. That night at dinner you heard all the brothers talking about the test, and even though you hadn’t done the worse (that medal went to Mammon, who even though he didn’t study or even pay attention in that class, still managed to only get a few point worse than you) you by far hadn’t done the best. Lucifer and Satan tied for that position. Asmo, Beel, and Belphie got somewhere worse than those two but better than you.
You picked at your food, not all too interested in it, your stomach filled with your old friend. You could feel Beel’s eyes on you, and then once you looked at him you noticed his eyes were actually just on your food. You took your napkin from your lap and placed it on the table next to your food.
“You can have the rest of my food if you want it, Beel. I’m not that hungry,” you say, and leave the dining hall, no one bothered by your exit. There was a sting of pain, but you quickly ignored it. You didn’t need to be their priority 24/7, that’s just ridiculous.
You went immediately to your room, sitting at your desk and looking over your test and then at your notes and textbook, to see where you went wrong. Turns out there was an entire section you had forgotten about, which was what almost the entire test was over. You made revisions on your test and slid them into a file to save for the final over that class, and started to read the next chapter in the textbook.
You idiot, you really didn’t double check that you studied everything? You don’t deserve to be here, you’ll tarnish Diavolo’s name. Worthless, they should’ve picked someone else.
You gripped the edges of your textbook, trying to shake the words from your head. You knew they weren’t true, but deep inside you, you couldn’t help but feel like they were true.
You tried to come up with excuses as to why you had just forgotten about that section, but you couldn’t. You had locked everyone out of your room except for Diavolo and Lucifer, of course, so that you could study. You didn’t have anything distracting you, no demon or phone (which you had hidden away in a drawer by the bed).
So you really just forgot about it? You should be punished for that. You know how to do it, so why not administer them yourself?
But you hadn’t self harmed in so long. You had been clean for multiple years now, and you hated the thought of ruining that for a measly test.
But it’s not just the test, is it? You have possibly tarnished the name of your beloved boyfriend, you broke the respect you’ve gone through so many lengths to build with Lucifer also. You don’t deserve to have either of them, or to be in this program. Just do it, they won’t notice. You need to be punished.
Silently you went over and got the razor out of one of the new pencils sharpeners you had bought a few days ago because you thought they were pretty, and they were having a sale. Moving over to your bathroom, you shut the door and locked it, bringing the blade to your wrist and slashing it a few times. You let out a small breath, an almost instantaneous relief washing over your body.
The dopamine that you had been drastically craving for so long flooded into you again, and you almost didn’t notice the knock on your room’s door. You quickly applied bandages to your wrists after you cleaned them, slipping the razor into the folded towels under your sink and pulling down the sleeves of your turtleneck. You were still wearing your school uniform, just without the jacket on top of it.
After being grilled for two hours and then having to finish homework before dinner you just hadn’t had the time to change. You stepped out of your bathroom to find Diavolo standing by your desk, his back turned toward you and one of his hands placed on something, looking it over.
You felt your stomach drop and you wanted nothing more than to curl up in your closet with a nest of blankets and pillows and just wallow in the darkness, but your boyfriend turned to face you, his hand now gripping the paper, a mask of confusion covering his face.
“I-I’m sorry, I know that grade isn’t acceptable, I thought I studied hard enough I just-”
“[Y/N], I know you studied hard for this test. You didn’t let me talk to you for a good three hours. What happened?”
Tears welled up in your eyes and he came over, wrapping his arms around you, one of his hands stroking the top of your head.
“I forgot an entire section from the chapter. I’m sorry,” You sobbed, and he shushed you.
“You don’t need to apologize, Princess. Sometimes that happens. It’s happened to me, it’s happened to Lucifer. Sometimes we just forgot.”
“But ‘Volo, I can’t forget. My mistakes look bad on the both of us, not just me. Imagine if that grade was worse, how tarnished this exchange program would be?”
His eyebrows laced together.
“Princess, your grades can always come back. One bad test doesn’t harm much, considering your grade in that class, it shouldn’t affect you much.”
You stayed quiet, biting on your bottom lip.
Don’t listen to him. He’s lying to you. That’s all demons do, lie. Are you really going to believe him over me, something you’ve known for so long?
You wrapped your arms around him, heat radiating off of his body. You didn’t believe him, he didn’t discredit that your grades could tarnish the program, so you would just have to make sure to study more. You could stand to skip a few meals, anyway. Then you could study and still manage to keep up your social life.
“‘Volo, no offense, but why did you come to my room anyway?” You ask him after you calm down a bit.
“I’m supposed to take you dress shopping for the ball coming up, remember?”
Suddenly the conversation the two of you had a few days ago came back. He wanted to instill some human school things, and you mentioned dances to him, and he was more than thrilled. He scheduled one for a few weeks from now as soon as he could gather the student council.
“Oh, yeah. I’m not changed or anything, just give me a few minutes, please. He nodded and walked over to your bookcase, filled with books from the human realm that you enjoyed, though some spots were vacant due to Satan.
You chuckled at him, going to your closet and picking out a long sleeved shirt and some skinny jeans, tucking in the shirt and making sure the sleeves covered your bandages.
“Alright, I’m good,” he turned and smiled at you.
“Beautiful, you know I love that color on you.” You blush and nod, taking his hand as he drags you to dress stores to find a base dress because “Barbatos can add anything you want to it.”
You felt bad, but then thought that Barbatos might enjoy something else to work on other than Diavolo’s issues.
You both decided on a simple long-sleeved crimson a-line dress, asking Barbatos to add whatever he felt would look nice. You had enough trust in him, and you’re sure that Diavolo will pitch in some ideas, too.
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Your plan of skipping meals had worked well enough, you steered away from the brother’s questioning by grabbing a granola bar from the supply you kept in your room and showing it to them before you left for school each day. You packed a few grapes and other soft fruits for your lunch so when you were in the library you wouldn’t disturb anyone.
You had been studying enough that you felt confident in your next few tests in any classes, and your efforts paid off when you passed all of them. Lucifer seemed pleased, and so did Diavolo when you showed him.
You still ate dinner with the brothers when Diavolo didn’t invite you out, but slowly you started to lose your appetite. You didn’t want to eat. You’ve noticed how much trimmer your waist was, and how much clearer your skin was. You knew it wasn’t healthy in the slightest, but you felt better about yourself. And if you could improve your grades and lose a few pounds, it couldn’t hurt to do this for a few more weeks, right?
That night was a try-on for the dress for the dance, to make sure it fit you correctly with the shoes you planned on wearing and the add-ons didn’t take away from any place or attract eyes to any place you didn’t want them to.
You were met by Barbatos at the foyer, and he led you to the dress’s room. You gasped when you saw it. Underneath a light and on a mannequin stood your dress in all its glory: the red dress had black tulle added underneath to add a bit of volume to the skirt, and red flowers were embroidered to the chest area and the sleeves.
“Barbatos, this looks beautiful!” You exclaim, walking over it to feel the fabric.
“I told you she’d say that,” you hear your boyfriend’s voice, and you look over at him and smile, quickly looking back at the dress. “Are you going to try it on, or are you going to let the mannequin model it?”
You squeal and nod, Barbatos unzipping the back and leading you and the dress over to a division. You quickly undress and step into the dress and he zips you up.
You look in the mirror and frown slightly. It doesn’t sit on you like it did, and you expected that because you were losing weight, but you didn’t expect this much. It had only been a few weeks- maybe two or three- it shouldn’t fit you like this.
“Is something wrong, Miss?” You quickly look at Barbatos and shake your head.
“No, no it’s amazing,” you run your hands over the gap in the waist and the shoulders before stepping out from behind the curtains.
Diavolo’s face flashed confusion for the quickest of seconds before returning to adoration.
“Ah, that looks stunning on you, Princess.”
You feel blood rush to your ears and cheeks before Barbatos comes at you with pins, pinning it where it needed altered. He fit it so that it laid against your body like it had in the dressing room at the shop.
You thanked Barbatos when he was finished, and he brushed off the thanks, saying that it was his duty.
You walked with Diavolo back to your dorm, and he offered to buy ice cream. The thought of ice cream made your stomach rumble, but then the thoughts of how many calories filled it also came and you told him you were hungry.
“[Y/N], I asked Lucifer and he said you hadn’t eaten dinner for the past few days. I also find it hard to believe that a granola bar and handful of fruit can keep you filled at all. Why aren’t you eating?”
He had stopped and grabbed your wrist directly over where the scars were healed, but the skin still felt slightly tender. You winced slightly and pulled away.
“Princess, please. Talk to me. I won’t judge you,” he comforts after you stayed quiet.
Don’t tell him. You’re perfectly fine. You know you are. Why is it his place to tell you what’s best for your body?
You felt a sudden wave of anger so strong you wonder if there was a lesser demon of wrath around impeding your judgement.
“Why does it matter?” You snap at him. “I’m thriving right now, I’ve never done better in school and I’m managing to lose a few pounds. I’m doing good.”
He’s just jealous. He’s trying to hold you back.
“Why are you trying to hold me back? I thought you would be proud of me.”
“I am proud of you Princess, but you can’t sacrifice your health to make me proud. Please, Princess I’m worried.”
You roll your eyes and look at anywhere but him.
“Can you just take me home, please.”
His mouth opens like he wants to say something else, but instead just closes his mouth and nods.
“Of course, Princess,” he comes over to you and laces his fingers with yours, and you walk in tension.
He kisses you when you reach the gate of the House of Lamentation, and you part ways.
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You didn’t have another issue until the next night, when you were setting up a small nest of pillows in your closet. You had put a light in there and made it a perfect place to study, other than your desk.
“Hey, Normie, Lucifer says you have to come to dinner tonight,” you hear Levi’s voice call to you through the door.
You huff and call back that you weren’t hungry and you could practically hear Levi’s eye roll through the door.
“He said if you said that to send Mammon so he could pester you, so I think I’ll just save you the agony of that and just tell you to come now.”
You scoff and pull on a flannel, buttoning it up over your sports bra you had been wearing.
You open the door and walk with him to the dining room, sitting at your place. You could feel all of the brother’s eyes on you, and you could hear Asmo whimper slightly.
“[Y/N], what have you done to yourself?” You hear him whisper, and you choose to ignore him. You hadn’t seen any of them but Lucifer for at least 5 days and that’s what he chose to start whatever conversation they planned on having with you?
You look at the plate in front of you, it was spaghetti and a side salad with garlic bread. Coincidentally, one of your favorite meals on Earth.
You pick up the fork to the side of your plate and place the napkin on your lap, stabbing a tomato from the salad and putting it in your mouth. You could still feel the eyes of the brothers on you.
“Why are you all staring at me? Please stop,” you ask them, and they almost immediately diverted their gaze to their food where they started to eat.
You finished the salad and took a bite of the garlic bread, almost gagging immediately. Not because of the taste, you noted. So why had you gagged? You placed the garlic bread down before taking your napkin off of your lap and setting it beside your plate.
“You think you’re done?” You hear Lucifer ask. You frown and look over at him, your heartbeat picking up in your chest.
“Yes? I’m not hungry. I wasn’t planning on coming to dinner but you made me anyway,” you told him, and pushed away from the seat.
“No, sit back down. You’re not done eating,”
“Yes I am, Lucifer,” you shot back, but you didn’t move from your seat.
Suddenly you were overloaded with all of the brother’s pleas that tried to make you eat. You felt the room start to spin as you look at the plate of food. You could only imagine the embarrassment of trying on that dress and it not fitting correctly, of you looking like a laughing stock next to Diavolo in an ill-fitting dress.
“[Y/N], please, you have to eat.” You heard a brother say, and to be honest you couldn’t remember or discern which one it was. All of their voices were melding together.
“No! I don’t have to do anything! I’m not fucking eating okay? You’ll have to deal with it. I can’t. I can’t eat this food, I’m sorry. I’m leaving.”
You stand up from the table, rushing out of the room and to your room, fastening the lock on your door that even Lucifer couldn’t get through with his powers, only Diavolo. You went directly into your closet after grabbing the blade from the towels and shut the door. You were in almost pitch black other than the little sliver underneath the door, but you didn’t bother turning on the light before you cut into your wrist. But you didn’t feel the dopamine this time, so you made another one.
Your movements were in such hysterics at this point that you didn’t notice how many you had made and how bloody it had gotten before you heard your door open and a bunch of feet come running in.
“Princess,” you hear Diavolo’s voice.
“Please, make them leave. Please,” you whimper out, loud enough for them to hear. You hear a few pairs of feet leave and a door close before Diavolo opens the door, looking at your wrists.
“Princess-” he started, and you sobbed.
“I’m sorry, ‘Volo, I’m so sorry, I just-”
“It’s going to be alright Princess,” he soothes you, and thankfully the cuts weren’t that deep, they had already stopped bleeding when he rinsed them in the sink.
He brings you to your bed after he puts ointment on the cuts and bandages them.
He sits leaning against the headboard and brings you to his lap and leaning against his chest.
“Princess, I don’t expect for you to talk to me unless you want to, I’ll wait here as long as you need me to.”
“Are you angry with me?”
“No, no! Of course not. I’m more disappointed than anything. Princess, you know you can tell me anything, and I’m saddened that you thought that the only resort you had to take whatever you were feeling out was on yourself.”
“I didn’t want to burden you. You have so many duties.”
His hand came up to rest on your hair, stroking it and rocking you slightly.
“All of my duties can be waived. I can always deal with my duties at another time, but how would I be able to console you if you are dead? How am I supposed to help you, Princess? I don’t want to lose you. I’m watching you waste away to nothing right in front of me and I don’t know why, I don’t know anything!”
“I just feel a lot of pressure from school, I guess. It’s a lot of changes at once, and I was never very good at changes. Then I started studying more in place of meals, and I started losing weight, and I liked the results. But now I can’t eat more than a few bites of anything substantial at mealtimes, because I’m scared I’ll look like an oaf standing next to you in my dress if I gain any amount of weight.”
“Princess, you shouldn’t treat yourself like an object. You aren’t just any ‘exchange program member’, you’re my girlfriend. You’re the one I want to marry, the one that will carry our children eventually. You aren’t an object to make me look better, you are your own self. You shouldn’t base your value or how you treat yourself off of other people’s perception of you or how you think they perceive you.”
You stayed quiet for a good while, thinking about what he said. You leaned back away from him, looking into his beautiful golden eyes, bringing one of your hands up to rub your thumb on his cheek bone.
“Can you help me, please? I need help. I don’t think I can do this alone.”
“Of course I’ll help, Princess. Everyone will help. Lucifer, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie, and I’m sure even Mammon and Barbatos will help in their own ways.”
You smiled slightly.
“I love you,” you tell him before laying back on his chest.
“I love you too, Princess.”
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This was written by me in no way trying to romanticize mental illnesses. I try to write what I feel would help me in the moment. I completely understand that mental illnesses don’t just ‘disappear’ when you’ve figured out that someone loves you or someone helps you once- that’s why I don’t write what happens after in most cases. If you are struggling, please reach out to anyone you trust, or call a hotline.
You look at your alarm as it’s non stop blaring wakes you from your sleep. While turning off the alarm you think to yourself, ‘Why do I have school today? I wish I could stay home.’
You get out of bed and get ready for the day. When you’re done you head to the dining room. You’re the last one to arrive.
As you get closer to the door you hear the brothers talking but can’t make out any of their words because of their hushed tones. As you enter all the brothers stop talking and look at you. You notice this but decide to brush it off.
“Good Morning everyone.” you say while walking over to your seat at the table and sit down. “Good Morning!” Asmo says a little too cheerful. “Morning (Y/N)” says Satan.
Levi, Mammon, Belphie and Beel leave as soon as you sit down. “Good Morning Mikayla.” says Lucifer as he watches his brothers leave the room. You watch the three brothers leave with confusion on your face.
There was an unpleasant silence in the dining room so you decide to eat your breakfast quickly so you can get out of there. As you’re eating your breakfast you stop eating and notice no one has said happy birthday to you. Maybe they don’t celebrate birthdays? Or maybe they have forgotten? No, there’s no way they could have forgotten, you have been talking about this for days, subtly of course. You get pulled out of your train of thought by a voice. “(Y/N)?” says Lucifer. “Oh… Um yes?” you say as you look at Lucifer as he and Satan are standing up. “We are going to head to school would you like to walk with us?” asks Lucifer. “No thank you, I’m going to finish my breakfast, but thank you for the offer.” you say as you look at your barely touched plate full of food. “Okay just don’t be late.” says Lucifer as him and Satan walk out of the room. You finish your breakfast and head off to school.
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The school bell rings indicating that it is lunch time. You walk to the cafeteria and expect the brothers to be sitting at your normal table but they aren’t there which is odd because they normally get there before you. You notice Luke, Simeon, and Solomon sitting at a table and you walk over. “Hey guys…” you say a little nervous. “Hello (Y/N). What are you doing over here?” asks Simeon. “Um I was wondering if I could sit with you guys today?” you ask while watching for their reactions. They all look at each other and nod their heads. “Of course you can!” says Luke. You sit down and eat your lunch while talking and laughing with the three of them.
As you’re leaving the cafeteria you spot Levi. You run up to him. “Levi!!” He turns around, sees you and his eyes go wide. “Why weren’t you in the cafeteria?” “Um…. I’ve got to go!” He then runs away.
‘What’s going on? Why are they acting so weird? Did I do something wrong?’ You think about these questions all throughout the rest of the day.
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At the end of the day the final bell rings. You get a message from Lucifer. You pull out your DDD and read the message:
Lucifer: Diavolo has called a student council meeting. None of us are able to walk you home. I have arranged for Simeon to walk you home.
You: Ok thank you for letting me know.
Just you are about to put your DDD away, you get another message:
Lucifer:You’re welcome.
Lucifer: I know that it’s short notice but Diavolo is having a special formal gathering for the student council members and the exchange students. It is mandatory that you are there.
You: Oh ok, I’ll be there.
You put your DDD away and meet up with Simeon and head home.
You thank Simeon for walking you home and you go inside. The house is very quiet, especially since you pre the only one home. You head to your room and get ready. You decide on a red dress with black heels and some light jewelry. Just as you are finishing up your makeup you hear a knock at your door. “Come in!” You yell so they can hear you from the bathroom. Lucifer comes in and asks if you’re ready to go. You say yes and you follow him to the entrance hall and out the door. “Where is everyone else?” You ask curious and suspicious. “They are already there.” Says Lucifer not looking at you. You continue to Diavolo’s in silence. As you walk in you’re treated with a, “SURPRISE!”
You look around the room and see Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Luke, Solomon, and all the brothers. There’s streamers, balloons, a cake and a banner with ‘Happy Birthday’ written in giant letters. You stand there in shock before you start crying. Everyone’s faces turn to concern. With concern in his voice, Lucifer asks, “Why are you crying?” You look at everyone and then at Lucifer, “I..I thought you and your brothers were mad at me. You guys were avoiding me all day today. And I thought you forgot my birthday and….” Lucifer interrupts you, “The reason you didn’t see us today is because some of us…” he looks at Beel, Levi, Mammon, and Belphie. “....can’t keep a secret at all or from you. And as for the forgetting part of course we didn’t forget. You’re special to us.” You look at everyone and say, “Thank you all so much for this. I really appreciate it.” “Okay let’s get this party started!” says Mammon as the music starts to play. You laugh and dance with everyone and enjoy yourself. Diavolo stops the music and asks for everyone’s attention. He announces that it's time for presents. “Awe you guys didn’t have to get me anything!” you say. “It’s customary in the human world to give presents so we want to embrace your customs while you are here.” says Diavolo with a gentle smile. You head over to the table with the gifts. Mammon hands his gift to you and says that you should open it first. You smile and start to open it.
Mammon gives you a bracelet with the words ‘Mammon was my first”. You blush as you read the words. Asmo gives you a dress in your (F/C). Satan gives you a book written by your favorite author. Levi gives you a game the two of you can play together. Lucifer gives you a necklace that compliments your eyes. Beel gives you a coupon for your favorite restaurant in Devildom. Belphie gives you the softest blanket ever. Diavolo gives you a case for your DDD. Luke gives you a cookbook. Simeon gives you angel wing earrings. Solomon gives you a souvenir from your home. You look at everyone and say thank you and hug each individual person. “There’s one more person that needs to give you a gift.” says Diavolo. Much to your surprise you see Barbatos come out of the kitchen with a large birthday cake. You look over at Beel and see him drooling. Barbatos puts the cake on the table. “Thank you so much Barbatos!” you say walking up to him to give him a hug. “You’re welcome, it’s also your favorite flavor.” say Barbatos as you pull out of the hug. “No way thank you!”
Everyone gets some cake and eats it. After that cake has been eaten you say your goodbyes and everyone heads home.
*when Satan and Lucifer switched bodies in the story, but for the sake of skit, they don’t actually switch. When it says ‘Satan’, it’s supposed to be Lucifer in Satan’s body.”
Lucifer: “Satan, I’ve told you to keep your forbidden books out of reach.”
Satan: *just looks at him with a raised brow.* “That’s my line.”
Lucifer: “Fuuuu***, I’m supposed to be you.” *everyone lightly chuckles*
Satan: “You are Satan. I am you.”
MC: “Cause that’s not confusing.” *Says sarcastically*
Lucifer: “Let’s try this again. Wait, what’s my line then?” *Levi with script jogs over to him* “Okay, I got it.”
Levi: “You sure?”
Lucifer: *Rolls eyes.* “Yes Asshole. Now start the scene.”
Satan: “I want to point out how much Lucifer isn’t like his character.” *says with a small laugh.*
MC: “Yea, and you two are actually best friend. As long as the viewers think you hate each other it’s okay.”
Mammon: “I’m not as much of a trouble maker in real life.”
Director: “That’s debatable.”
Mammon: “Pulling a prank and actually causing trouble are two different things.”
Everyone: “He has a point.”
Director: “Just start the scene, so we can go to lunch.”
If “Obey Me” was a TV show and had a “Behind the Scenes”
*MC going around with a camera.*
MC: Lucifer! What is the biggest difference between you and your character?
Lucifer: My character cares a lot more about how his brothers act than I do.
MC: *snorts* Yea, you don’t give a shit.
Lucifer: I really don’t.
*MC goes to Mammon*
MC: Mammon! Same question.
Mammon: I don’t cause nearly as many problems, and Lucifer and I get along a lot better in real life.
Asmo: Yea, that’s an understatement.
*MC laughs and ask Asmo the same question*
Asmo: I’m not as vain in real life. Like, I know I’m attractive, but I don’t think I’m perfect.
MC: It’s not vain if it’s true
Asmo: *Playfully gives a flirtatious wink* That’s true.
*MC goes over to Satan and Levi*
Satan: Lucifer and I are practically best friends, so that’s the biggest difference with me.
Lucifer: *jokes while looking at his phone* That’s because I’m irresistible.
Satan: *laughs and jokes* he doesn’t have a flaw.
MC: *laughs and turns to Levi* What about you, Levi?
Levi: Um, probably that I’m not really shy in real life.
Belphie: Yea, he does public speaking on weekends.
MC: Do you really?
Levi: Oh yea. Try and motivate people to be themselves.
MC: Aw, that’s great! *turns to Belphie and Beel* What about you two?
Beel: Besides the fact that I don’t eat nearly as much? Probably that I’m an actually not that good at sports. At least sports involving a ball. I do rock climbing, but…”
Mammon: *jokingly mocking* “oh I suck at sports, but I do this really hard sport that normal people can’t do.”
*everyone laughs before looking to Belphie*
Belphie: Besides the fact that I don’t sleep all the time, probably that I don’t know anything about stars. Not a thing. I don’t know what I’m talking about half the time on the show.
