warnings: breaking and entering, mentions of guns and violence, fighting and blood, abduction, attempted mind control.
wc: 500 words
disclaimer: basically her family is like mafia type rather than running a hotel lol hope you enjoy !
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He could tell things were going wrong by the gun aimed at his skull.
“The fuck are you doing here?”
He should’ve known. Should’ve thought it through a little more before raiding the apparent abandoned house. A stakeout would’ve been time-consuming and boring but dying is a lot more unproductive.
Stuttering his response wasn't helping his case either.
“Do yourself a favor, kid. Answer the question.”
He'd listened to the various voices when he came in - did it count as listening if he’d ignored them? He acknowledged them, at least. It was all gruff noises, complaints, commands, and the smell of cigarette smoke coming from the crack in the door.
There was something sweet in between the dirty noise, someone sweet. A voice too calm and unafraid to be where she was. The complete opposite of the man stood in front of him.
As soon as it neared, just the other side, as if her hand was on the handle, his eyes flicked away from the gun. Then the bag was over his head.
“name.”
He could barely register the fabric that covered his eyes parting from him before the fist met his jaw.
It was still pitch black, probably blackout blinds and wooden-slab covered windows to stop him gaining any kind of advantage.
But there was nothing - pure haunting darkness, not even the sound of footprints. As if he’d managed to get himself kidnapped by people who can access the fucking void of space to torture people in.
He could feel the swelling, skin and gums pulsing mixed with the taste of his hot blood. It had gone wrong before, but not like this.
“listen, i-i didnt know anyone was here, I swear!”
It felt kind of demoralising, begging the dark for forgiveness.
“name.”
“U-um, chris?”
The emptiness couldve become a little less intimidating until he felt the pointy boney fingers gripping his jaw.
“Chris, you’re going to leave because you found nothi-”
Blaring white light pushed into the room the moment she did. Both of them had an unwanted presence from the man in front of him.
“I told you to stop killing people!”
She was being held back by someone over twice her height and width, overpowering him somehow.
“And look at me, not killing him! Get the fuck out!”
“Oh,” she breathed out, eyes finally meeting chris’.
Maybe it was the glow from the room behind her or the way time stopped when he saw her. A nervous smile formed on his face. She mirrored his reaction, eyes sparkling with warmth despite staring into the gloomy room.
The tall dark figure sighed, disappointed and interrupted whatever the fuck was happening between them.
I had the best thought. You ever watched Hotel Transylvania? What if the obey me brothers did the zing thing??? Can I convince you for headcanons for them?
this is a cute idea! so here's my lore for this lil AU:
Zing: the "zing" is a slang term, it refers to a phenomenon some demons experience, in which they will discover a human who's soul perfectly fits their "lack".
Soul: each human soul is completely unique. while some souls can reincarnate that soul retains its unique fingerprint regardless of how many times it returns to life.
Lack: referring to the hole within a demon, where their "lack" of a soul would be.
Obey Me! demon brothers "zing" Soulmate AU
warnings: gender neutral reader, spoilers for before lesson 16, angst
Lucifer
Lucifer was an intimidating demon, as such while you did look at him, the first time the pair of you actually held eye contact was back at the house of Lamentation.
he was explaining that Mammon would be your guide and body guard, when your eyes met the dark red of his. you heard a strange "thrum" sound echo in your head, nearly causing you to jump out of your skin.
Lucifer took a step back in shock, hand placed over his chest. he blinked down at the startled human before him.
no, there is no way. his father surly wouldn't curse him like this, hadn't he been punished enough?
if you didn't realize what happened, he wouldn't tell you. he would shake his head, cheeks lightly pink and simply continue speaking. he had always pushed the "zing" idea away as a stupid superstition. however, he would begin spending every spare moment he had digging into the old story.
you had assumed that the strange "thrum" was just in your head, or perhaps some frightening ability Lucifer had. it wasn't until much much later, you heard the story of a "zing" from Asmo.
its up to you if you want to confront Lucifer about it. if you don't however, his pride will hold him back from confessing, instead biting the truth back and attempting to maintain keeping you in line through his intimidation.
however, each time you enrage him, he can hear that strange noise in the back of his mind, almost feeling your heart rate match his own. he pushes it down in shame and fear.
he'll wait until its too late. watching your broken body you lay in Mammon's arms. only then will he regret his own cowardice. he should have held you and treasured you when he had the chance.
the demon broke his own heart, and the narcissism began eating him into self hatred and inferiority instead.
Mammon
Mammon moaned out about having to “baby sit” until his golden blue eyes met yours. his breath caught in his throat as his heart pounded in his ears, a strange “bsst” sound like electricity echoing in his head.
you were so thrown off you stumbled back, almost falling to the floor, but a pair of arms reached out to steady you. Mammon was panting as though he'd just run a marathon as his left hand held your arm and his right rested on your waist.
“...ya heard that to right?” his voice was a whisper, a shaking sound in his voice. when you nodded, you heard a small “fuck” from the demon and he pulled you into a gentle hug. while you barely knew the demon, his arms felt safe and warm.
“cmon, I need to show ya ‘round at least.” he sighed, but pulled you along deeper into the house.
Mammon would explain to you what the “zing” was. he’d be embarrassed and refuse to look you in the eye the whole time, his tsundere persona still at a head. but, he'd be much quicker to take your safety seriously.
he refuses to let you out of his sight for to long, you are a human, and how delicate you are he is hyper aware of. if you except him, it won't take long before he's practically your boyfriend.
or actually your boyfriend, but you’ll have to ask. his shy tsundere personality is far to frightened you'd push him away.
Leviathan
oh dear, lets say since he’s pretty eye contact averse in my headcannons anyway, that he never meets your gaze until you’ve beaten him in the TSL trivia challenge.
Levi’s shoulders shake as his tail whips wildly, a yell of outrage emanating from him as you try and duck away. Levi raises his head, eyes a toxic orange as he aims his tail to attack you, and the otaku meets your gaze for the first time.
a buzzing like a rattle snake echos in your head. you jump and raise your hands over your face, thinking its some strange ability of the demon, when everything stops.
Levi is stunned and shaky and he just, runs. he bolts out of the room without ever looking back. no one can find him for two days. he's not in his room, not at RAD, and the brothers have turned the house of Lamentation upside down to find him. no luck.
when you tell Mammon what happened he pieces it together and explains to you what a “zing” is. Levi returns late in the evening, slinking quietly into the safety of his room. if you wait for him there, make sure you stay hidden until he's far enough in the room for you to get between him and the door. because he will try and run away again.
his face is red under his fringe and hands, trying to make himself small and hide from you. he's terrified of you. not only did he let his jealously get the better of him but he nearly killed his soulmate.
if you manage to get the demon to speak he's going to word vomit a variety of apologies, self deprecation, and hatred between tears and hiccups. he’ll beg on his knees, blubbering that a disgusting, shut in, weirdo, otaku like him doesn't deserve your forgiveness.
Satan
your “zing” with Satan accrued in the library, of course. it was only a couple days after you'd come to the devildom. he snuck up on you, causing you to jump when he asked you what you were looking for.
his face was just over your shoulder as you turned and backed up against the bookshelf, the sadistic satisfaction on his face changing to surprise as the sound of a “hisss” rang in your ears.
“MC?” he questioned. “did you just hiss at me?”
“no! you heard that too right?” you looked around trying to find the source of the sound. it was then it dawned on him what actually happened.
Satan was conflicted like Lucifer. he refrained from talking to you about it for a while. it was only when you sought him out for a pact he brought it up. to his surprise you were already aware, having asked Asmo and Mammon about it.
when he asked why you didn't come to him about it, you replied, believing he didn't want to talk about it since he'd left quickly after the incident and had avoided you since.
Asmodeus
Asmo’s curiosity with you lead to your “zing” also taking place quickly. you had run into the demon on the way to the dining room on your first day. you'd nearly bumped into him, his eyes glued to his D.D.D. and yours noting the wallpaper on the molding of the hallways in the house of Lamentation.
“hey! watch where you’re going human!” he screeched, dramatically stepping aside and turning to send you a glare. the glare never came as when your eyes met a gasping sound ringing in your ears.
you placed a hand over your mouth, thinking it had been you. quickly scrambling to apologize to the shocked demon. Asmo stopped you, placing his D.D.D. in his pocket and grabbing you by the shoulders.
he shook you lightly, eyebrows furrowed.
“you simply cannot be serious.” he muttered to himself before letting out a sigh. “come with me, we need to chat.” there was an underlying threat in his words as he dragged you by the wrist back to his room. give him a mouth or so, he’ll fall for you faster then he’d like to admit.
Beelzebub
hes a naturally gentle creature, so when he looks up from his rummaging through the fridge late one evening, he is met with your curious eyes. a shiver runs down your spine as you here a humming noise, one you can only describe like the purr of a cicada.
Beel stiffened. oh, oooh. so that's what a “zing” feels like.
he blinks at you, not saying a word for a moment.
“...are you okay?” he asks.
“did you hear that?” you ask in unison. he blinks at you again.
“yeah, yeah I did.” he nods. closing the fridge, his appetite abandoned. he stood to his full hight, running his hands though his hair in slight embarrassment.
“do you know what it was?” you asked. he bit his lip, before nodding again.
“yeah, but... this may sound strange but I need you to listen to me, okay?” and with that, you now have a very large, sweet, hungry demon at your side.
Belphagor
well, it looks like your luck has run dry. Belphie immediately ignores the thumping sound that rings in each of your ears the first time your eyes meet. he probably even gaslights you into thinking it was in your head.
he's fully aware of the “zing” but he's so angry and blinded by his own lust for revenge it only fuels his hatred for humanity. he won't tell you anything, but he will use the fact of just how drawn to him you are.
you cannot get the dark haired demon out of your mind, and your heart races a little each time you see him. his smile is warm every time he sees you. and even Belphie cannot deny the raw chemistry between the pair of you.
he finds himself aching for your company, but he tries to just add it like logs onto the fire of his heartbreak and trauma.
half of his heart longs for you, to hold you in his arms. but his mind is dark and clouded, scolding him for “replacing” his baby sister with you. he will refuse to care about you, believing it would be betraying his care for his lost sister.
the regret will only choke his lungs after its too late. after your blood is already on his hands.
If you can can you do the zing headcanons for the datables to?
so that zing au kinda only works w/ demons, so we’ll do Dia, Barb, and a fallen!Simeon for these
lore for this au below
Zing: the “zing” is a slang term, it refers to a phenomenon some demons experience, in which they will discover a human who’s soul perfectly fits their “lack”.
Soul: each human soul is completely unique. while some souls can reincarnate that soul retains its unique fingerprint regardless of how many times it returns to life.
Lack: referring to the hole within a demon, where their “lack” of a soul would be.
Obey Me! demon dateables “zing” Soulmate AU
warnings: gender neutral reader, mostly fluffy
read the demon bro’s here
Diavolo
while he can be frightening his warm attitude meant he didn’t startle you as quickly as the others. the first time you made eye contact with the prince was in the very room you were summoned into to join the exchange program.
the demon prince’s large smile faltered in surprise. you jumped and shrunk away as a hissing and crackling sound echoed so loud in your ears you couldn’t hear anything else. as though you stood in the middle of a raging forest fire it was loud and hot, and the desire to scream crawled up your throat.
Diavolo knew exactly what had happened, but he worried explaining so quickly would frighten you even more. he will tell Lucifer and Barbatos what happened, asking for advice on how to handle the situation and when to tell you what happened.
he would wait a couple of week, to maybe a month before telling you what happened. until you were at least used to him and the devildom enough like he could ask you to go on a walk with him without frightening you.
on said walk he'd explain what happened, and what a “zing” is. he’d sit you down, taking your hands in his, and gently confessing his own experience.
“every day I see you, I want to make you happy. I want to make sure you feel safe and cared for. im sorry to put you in such a strange place, dragged down to the devildom and now with a demon on his knees begging for you affections.” he laughed with a pained expression on his face. “if you don't wish to except my affections I understand, but I wanted to make sure you knew what had happened.”
Barbatos
his place as a servant means he would mostly keep his head low unless you were to speak to him directly. the first time you made full eye contact with the butler was while visiting the castle for the first time.
when your eyes met the dark green of his a clicking sound echoed around you, like the hour chime of a clock. you blinked, looking around for whatever clock had chimed so loudly.
Barbatos however, his heart raced, placing a hand on his chest. in the many centuries he has crawled along this earth, never would he have imagined a “zing” of his own. he pondered why he never had a vision of you? perhaps because the possibility was so preposterous to him.
the butler will kindly interrupt your confusion, asking you gently if you were familiar with a demonic legend.
Barbatos won’t wait to tell you. he will explain it then and there if hes able. however he won’t pursue you. he will wait for you to seek him out, if you so chose.
as you spend more and more time with the butler, he will realize he has had visions of you. they are very very old, some of his very first. your smile when shy, your giggle when amused, even the gate with which you walk, he’s seen it before.
Barbatos falls for you arguably the fastest, for spending time with you feels like reuniting with a childhood imaginary friend.
fallen! Simeon
Simeon was nervous to see you again after his fall. hes been in love with you since before he left the celestial realm, and his heart raced at your reaction to him now.
when you finally saw him again you ran to him, intending to pull the fallen angel into a hug. when his eyes met yours however, a strumming sound like the tune of a harp hummed around you. ignoring the strange sound, used to oddness in the devildom you still flew into your angels arms.
holding him tight, Simeon sobbed into your shoulder. black wings incased around you as you stroked his curls, gentle to avoid the horns atop his head. you cooed to him, mumbling how much you’d missed him.
neither of you had to explain the “zing”. you knew and so did he, and it only choked another sob from the fallen angel. his love was waiting for him with open arms, and somehow... somehow he always knew.
even with his halo warm and feathers white as snow, he was always drawn to you. you felt like his other half, you had for so long now. as an angel his father’s love and spirit had filled him, something he’d lost when he fell. but now, now he had something he valued so much more.
poly zing. mc zining with everyone and having a mild melt down cause what the fuck XD
authors note (before writing): I wanna make this like a cute crack drabble buuuut im shit at writing comedy or crack of any kind so we shall see how this goes (spoiler allert: it didn't work.)
poly “zing” soulmate au w/ demon bros
“zing” au tag
warnings: gender neutral reader, reader is a bit of a skeptic, rowdy family violence and physical abuse (nothing beyond in game normality), some spoilers for lesson 16
words: 1.5k
seven demons sat around the table. the eldest seated at the head, sighed deeply.
“so we are all in agreement then.” he confirmed finally.
“we ain’t agree on shit!” piped up the man to his right. Mammon was visibly annoyed, along with about half of the demons present.
“this is so embarrassing.” grumbled the man to Lucifer’s left. his purple fringe falling in his eyes as he slumped onto the table. now resting in the same pose as the youngest brother.
“what about MC?” Beel pipes up.
“what about them?” replies Satan, hes not as visibly annoyed as the others but his shoulders as still taught with anger.
“I think what Beel means is, how do they feel now having ‘zing’ed with all of us.” Asmo chimes. hes a little unnerved too. sharing his partners usually doesn’t bother him but this is a once in a life time thing! and now he has to share his soulmate’s attention and affection with his 6 brothers.
a silence falls over the table. most of the men present had been to distracted by how this would change their dynamic with MC, not having worried about how the poor human might feel.
“I'll go talk to ‘em.” Mammon begins to stand from his chair.
“why do you get to talk to them about this huh?” the youngest demon raised his head, glaring at his elder.
“yah! cause I'm their first man that's why!” Mammon grinned.
“if we’re talking about the ‘zing’, Lucifer was actually their first.” interrupted Asmo. six pairs of eyes turned to glare at the oldest brother, who simply sighed again.
“I will call them, and ask them to join us here. then we can all talk to them together.” Lucifer stated, pulling his D.D.D out and proceeding with the phone call.
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what kind of sick joke had your life become. homework had never been your friend but trying to concentrate on deciphering the notes Solomon so kindly let you copy was extra difficult, given your present circumstance.
there was seven of them, the seven lords of hell. you’d sneaked your old human world phone onto Levi’s wifi just to search them up, and good god in heaven what you’d found. the artwork alone left you shaking in your boots.
normally you’d just brush it off as some weird twisted neo-christan mythology, but now you had all seven of them not only standing before your eyes, but each claiming to be your “soulmate”.
if Jesus is real your life sounded wilder then one of his parables. you made a mental note to ask Simeon about that later.
nearly jumping out of your skin at the sound of your D.D.D ringing, you were surprised to see it was Lucifer. pressing the call button you put the phone on speaker, to lazy to lift it to your ear.
“hello?”
“MC, please join us in the-”
“OI! we needa talk to ya!” Mammon’s voice quickly cut Lucifer off. there was a sound of a chair squeaking against the ground and a shout, presumably from Lucifer shoving Mammon over.
“what Lucifer was trying to say was, please come see us in the dining room~ we’re all here waiting for you MC~” in the scuffle you assume the phone was passed to Asmo.
“bring snacks.” the faint voice of Beel could be heard over more shouting.
“talk to you in a minute~ byeeee~” and with that Asmo hung up the phone.
you sighed, leaning over as your forehead hit the desk. you had barely been able to properly process everything, BEFORE all this soulmate shit.
a part of you wanted to crawl out the window and sneak off to purgatory hall. Luke’s sweets and Solomon’s wit were a welcome distraction. and Simeon’s gentle and warm nature sounded like a great comfort right about now.
speaking of sweets, you stood and stretched your back. wrapping yourself in a blanket for comfort, you took a deep breath, before beginning to make your way to the kitchen.
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the large bag of chips was placed in Beel’s lap. your presents in the room firstly ignored by all but the twins. Belphie offered you a sleepy smile as you placed the blanket over your shoulders in your lap instead, taking your seat opposite Lucifer’s at the other end of the table.
the shouting stopped when Asmo called your name in a cheery sing song voice.
Mammon screamed as Lucifer let go of him, having the pale hared demon drop to the floor with a notable thud.
“Lucifer, be nice to him. he’s your little brother.” you instinctively scolded the eldest. Lucifer huffed, shooting one last deadly glare at Mammon as he returned to his seat, smoothing his suit and straightening his shoulders.
“ah, MC. glad to see you’ve joined us, taking your time.” there is a bite in the eldest’s words.
“surprised you could tell time given you were distracted about to roll Mammon up in the carpet.” the monotone voice was muffled from where Levi was still laying on his arms.
the third born yelped as a strong swing of Lucifer’s palm smacked the back of his head.
“Lucifer!” you scolded him again, the whole table falling silent and staring at you. you knew this behavior was normal to them. the bickering, yelling, fighting, and very real threat of physical violence from the eldest.
“your brothers don't like you because you’re physically abusive! stop it! and leave them alone.” you scolded once more, staring head on at the dark gaze of the first born.
Lucifer growled, a deep animalistic sound you’d only heard a couple times before. the other demons at the table recoiled upon instinct, no one wishing to incur the wrath of the eldest.
you stared the demon down, not breaking eye contact. if you were really here, and this was truly your situation at hand, you would not be pushed around like this. you refused to be threatened and beaten into submission like he had done to his brothers.
“you have two options Lucifer. listen to me, or kill me. again.” the air hung heavy with the very real threat you just dropped at his feat.
“...very well.” Lucifer broke eye contact. smoothing his suit again, the anxiety of watching him swallow his own pride buzzed like static in your ears.
“well... we wanted to talk to you about the ‘zing’ situation.” Satan was unsurprisingly the calmest, speaking up. everyone else still held led on their tongues by the passing of power that just transpired.
“yeah I think that's a good idea Satan.” you nodded, hands fidgeting with the blanket in your lap. “I know many of you have... rocky relationships with each other to say the least,” you began. “and I'm sorry to slide into your lives and complicate things further.”
“you don’t need to apologize.” the gentle voice of Beel pulled your eyes up from your lap. “having you around has been good for us, all of us.” he smiled.
“...I agree.” all eyes turned back to Lucifer once more.
“we all care about you a lot, and it’s probably overwhelming for you now being tied to each of us.” added Asmo, offering you a gentle smile and a wink.
“you have no idea.” you sighed, blanket pulled up to your chest now. you felt something soft placed in your lap. looking over you saw Belphie had offered you his pillow.
“yaknow we care aboutcha a lot. we want ya to be safe.” Mammon rubbed absentmindedly at the patch of rug burn on his elbow.
“I care about each of you as well. I'm just... not sure how this is going to work out.” you sighed, arms shaking as you buried your face in Belphie’s pillow. gentle hands of the twin’s rubbed your back as the overwhelming nature of your predicament over came you.
the smell of Asmo’s perfume registered in your mind as another pair of arms wrapped around you as you sobbed. you were pulled into someone’s lap, presumably Beel’s, and your blanket wrapped tighter around you. a gentle weight rested on your legs, what you could guess to be Belphie’s upper body, and a pair of hands brushed your hair and rubbed your back. the soft words of encouragement were Asmo’s as he pressed kisses to the top of your head.
as your crying began to subside, a glass of water was placed in your hands by Satan, a thinly veiled look of worry on his face.
the three eldest brothers remained frozen in their seats. Mammon had been so worried something like this would happen, but he knew if he tried to steal you away it would only get worse. he had been so torn on what to do and now he sat, heart aching in his hands.
Levi didn’t move beyond lifting his head to witness what was happening. he sat there is silence, watching, an outside observer. his eyes traced your form, watching his brothers wrap you in comfort. envy pooled in the pit of his stomach, but surely he’d just make everything worse. he always made everything worse. his head dropped back down, arms squeezing himself harshly.
“I think that's enough for this evening.” Lucifer’s voice was strained. if you listened closely you might just hear his old age showing for the rare occasion. the eldest brother stood, not glancing back as he was the first one to leave the room.
In your Zing AU, do Monkey King's emotions ever switch up at bad times? Like, he suddenly breaks down and starts sobbing in the middle of a fight or stops taking mid-argument to giggle at nothing specific.
OH NO YEAH DEFINITELY
man it’s been a while since i’ve thought about the Zing AU shflksdlfksjfljds
but no yeah like, in the middle of when everyone was talking about the curse and what to do about it Wukong’s eye’s switched colours and he. tried so hard to stay serious but could not keep himself from cackling with amusement
Wukong usually avoids having his emotions swap at bad times by just Avoiding Interaction Entirely. doesn’t stop it from happening a few other times though
In the Zing AU, what colors represent which emotions? We know that blue is sadness and red is anger, but are there any more colors/emotions that we'll see from Monkey King?
k so
shades of blue - sad emotions
shades of red (does not include pink) - angry emotions
shades of yellow - scared emotions (fear, anxiety, nervousness)
orange - flustered
shades of purple - happy emotions (relaxed, amused)
pink - love (mainly platonic. he just dotes on everyone more)
shades of green - envy (can sometimes overlap into guilt and loneliness depending on how blue the green is)
