An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me! (Video Game)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Lucifer/Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)
Characters: Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)
Additional Tags: Gender-Neutral Reader-Insert, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, His Moments of Falling Lucifer Birthday Collab, Minor spoilers for Nightbringer season 3
Summary:
You pulled the potion close to your chest, almost hugging it, as if it held all your hope in the world. In a way, it did. It was a dangerous potion, but an important potion. Lucifer inhaled, sharply, as you laid out your plan for taking it plainly, his nostrils flaring. Then, finally he spoke, his voice deep, thick, for him, with some unnamed emotion.
“And if you die?”
Notes:
This was written for the His Moments of Falling Lucifer Birthday Collab sponsored by @fandomcollabevents !
Hey, umm I’ve been trying to space out the time between making my requests because I don’t want to potentially overwhelm you but if you don’t mind I do have a request that I hope is interesting.
So like I mentioned on my first request on this amazing blog in demonology each month has a demon assigned to it that is considered most powerful in that particular month and here is the full list:
January- Belial
February- Leviathan
March- Satan
April- Belphegor
May- Lucifer
June- Berith
July- Beelzebub
August- Astaroth
September- Thammuz
October- Baal
November- Asmodeus
December- Moloch
Now if we look at this list we see that this makes Mammon the only brother that doesn’t have his own designated month.
So pretty much my fic idea is having MC finding out about certain demons having assigned months, asking Mammon about it, finding out he doesn’t have one and deciding to try and cheer him up about it.
Is this okay?
P.S (Spoiler warning in case you haven’t seen Encanto.)
I’m not Sure if this counts for anything but whenever I think about this particular request I think about this scene from Encanto:
Girl: *points to Mirabel.* She was about to tell us about her super awesome gift!
Dolores: Oh, Mirabel didn’t get one
Just thought that was amusing enough to share.
(Spoilers end here.)
Sorry this got so long
Sorry for the wait babes! Also my connection to Vegas here might have been a bit of a stretch but I think I made it work, somewhat.
TWs: none
The Mammon March (MammonxGN!Reader, Satan)
The courses at RAD are so different from those that you are used to so that it’s both fascinating and utterly frustrating. Learning how to create poisons might come in handy, but what are the true chances of you encountering a wild dragon in the midst of a snowstorm in hell and why would you need to know how to convince it to keep you warm? In reality, going anywhere near such a thing would be a death sentence and just because, in theory, you and that giant mythical beast could form a partnership, doesn’t mean you’d want to try. The dragon would probably clean the meat off your bones like a chicken wing and then use your femur as a toothpick. No, thank you.
Anyway, as ridiculous as some of these lessons are, you are also taught quite a lot and demon studies has quickly become your favorite course. It’s just so interesting to learn more about their history and nature in the Devildom. Of course, the brothers have also taught you a lot just by being, well, them, but it’s nice to get official answers through the textbooks and lectures. Satan especially takes the time to make you understand everything. He can’t let you return to the human realm with half-truths, now, can he? In return, you help him understand humanity better. At first, he denied ever being interested but you knew that was a lie, everyone within a 100 mile radius knew that was a lie. You could see the questions forming behind his eyes and after a begrudging, “I suppose I do have one question…” from him, the questions just kept coming.
“Why does everyone get a month except for Mammon?” You asked amidst one of your study sessions with Satan. The blond perked up, glancing at your notes from today’s lesson. A snort, then a smirk. “Because he’s so stupid, he couldn’t even tell you about the 12 months that do exist.” That earned him a punch to the upper arm, which he quickly returned with a glare and a low growl, “What was that for?!” But you just glared right back. Satan knew what this was for, he doesn’t have to act dumb now. With a long sigh, he put his own books and notes aside before honestly, and probably for the first time since you met him, shrugging. “I honestly don’t know. Perhaps he wasn’t strong enough to have a whole month? Perhaps he was forgotten? Perhaps he was too greedy with the whole thing, wanted more than just a month, and was just banned entirely? That’s probably a question only one of the old Kings could answer.”
Satan’s answer didn’t truly satisfy you but you accepted it, for now. “Well, I think it sucks and we should do something about it.” Your words, however nice they might be, just made the blond laugh. “What makes you think that we should do anything? If you feel bad for him, go ahead. I don’t.” Seriously, why does he need to be dragged into this? Mammon himself probably didn’t even think about it like this. Actually, scratch that, Mammon doesn’t think much at all. The next time Satan meets your eyes, you’re glaring at him again, a look which he returns with a glare of his own. Why are you being so difficult? None of the brothers actually care for their months; it’s just another month. The only one who used his power surge during his month was Leviathan, and only because it had to do with a mission concerning Hell’s Navy and seeing as he’s the Grand Admiral… well, it came in handy.
“I want you to give him next march.” You tell him bluntly and Satan actually just blinks at you for a moment. The Audacity! “What? Why!?” he exclaimed, glaring harder. He doesn’t necessarily care about his month, but ‘giving it up’? “This isn’t some kind of exchange, (Y/N). I can’t just give whatever power surge I have over to another, that’s not how it works.” You knew that, but you also knew that this was the only month that made sense. “Look Satan, I’m just asking you to give him a spotlight. Let’s do something nice.” Another beat, another blink, before Satan bursts out laughing and you punch his arm again. “Absolutely not.” A growl escaped you this time at Satan’s refusal, but it didn’t matter, the gears in your head were already turning.
That was the conversation last year. Ever since then, you had been planning a little march. A Mammon March. A March that would lead right to the casino. Cliché, you knew it, but you wanted to do something that you knew he’d also have fun with. “Why are we marching?!” But you literally, actually made Mammon march and he’s been complaining about it ever since you left the house. Perks of making a deal with these brothers? You can command them to do just about anything and truthfully, you recorded the first few minutes of Mammon marching just for shits and giggles. You won’t show the video to the rest of his brothers, though; you’re no monster.
“consider it… the Mammon March, M&M for short.” You snorted at your own joke as you continued to march down the street. It probably looked hella ridiculous for everyone walking or driving by, but you didn’t care about making a fool of yourself. Mammon on the other hand… “Ya better be glad I like ya, (Y/N)...” he’s been complaining the whole way about how ridiculous he looks, how ridiculous you look (while maintaining that he doesn’t care if you make a fool of yourself. Spoiler: he does), how he doesn’t get the point, how his legs hurt… the list goes on and on and all you’ve given him in return are sweet smiles and encouragement. “Almost there. Did you know that, according to human statistics, March is the month that Las Vegas gets the most visitors?” Your question is met with a very confused frown followed by the exclamation of, “I wanna go to Vegas!” Because of course he does.
Once you arrive at the casino, the command wears off and Mammon groans in relief when he can walk normally again. “Finally. At least ya brought me somewhere nice! I expect everything paid for and a nice drink!” He says and waltzes right in, you following close behind, a smirk on your lips. The moment he steps inside, he’s met by confetti canons that blow gold confetti, cute waitresses in bunny costumes that immediately dive to his attention, a banner which reads ‘The Mammon March’ and his brothers, looking a mixture between pleased and annoyed.
“The hell is this, (Y/N)?” He asks, looking around before grinning at the nearest waitress who shoves a drink in his hand. God, he’s itching to get to the nearest poker table, but his curiosity needs to be sated first. Turning to you, he’s very obviously expecting an answer all while sipping on the first drink of the night. “Well, last year, I noticed that every single one of the brothers had a month just for them… except you. It made me feel awful for some reason, but Satan explained that they can’t just… give up a month, that it just is what it is, but I couldn’t leave it at that. So, I did some thinking and ended up with the idea of ‘The Mammon March’.” At your explanation, Mammon still looks at you confused; it doesn’t explain anything just yet, so you continue, “I was trying to find the perfect month for you and I remember reading somewhere that Las Vegas was visited by most tourists during the month of March and I thought that that would be the perfect one… convincing Satan to share his month wasn’t as easy though.” A chuckle escapes you as you look over to the blond for a split second.
“To be fair, this is still my month, Mammon. I’m still stronger than you right now.” Satan is, not-so-surprisingly, correct. Right now, he is stronger than Mammon, or at the very least on the same level as him, but Mammon knew that this wasn’t about powers. This was about a human (you) who did something incredibly nice just because they saw something unfair. “So yeah… I figured we could go to Vegas today and celebrate you. That’s why everyone is here. Lucifer is opening a portal, said something about it being easier going from casino to casino or something dumb like that.” Your chuckle earns you a glare from the first born and you’re sure that you’re going to get a scolding for it later, but you don’t care right now. You turn your attention back to Mammon, who has gone awfully quiet. “Mammon?”
And then he engulfs you in his arms. His face is suddenly buried in your neck, his white hair tickling your skin and his arms wrapped so tightly around you, you swear you see God for a moment. Before you can beg him to let you breathe though, he’s already pulling back. “Stupid human…” he says, tears forming in his eyes. Honestly, Mammon hasn’t thought about the fact that he doesn’t have a month in a very, very long time, but it’s clear how much thought you put into it to give him at least a day and it’s one of the most precious things anyone has ever done for him. The fact that you convinced his brothers to partake also means a lot to him.
You give Mammon a smile, reaching up a hand to catch one of the tears that are falling. Mammon quickly wipes his face and straightens up at that, clasping his hands together. “Alright! The Great Mammon March is going to Vegas!” He exclaims and you swear you can see Lucifer roll his eyes as he opens the portal, although you do catch a small look of approval out of the corner of his eye, which makes you smile. Mammon turns to you once more and places a quick kiss on your cheek, a small blush crossing his own cheeks. “Thank ya, (Y/N),... I will win ya something!” It’s gratitude and excitement wrapped into a single sentence and it warms your heart. With one last look at you, Mammon is the first through the portal, followed by the twins and Asmodeus. Satan moves over to you and walks through with you by his side, arms crossed over his chest.
“Your idea was a bit of a stretch…” he starts, glancing around the giant Vegas casino that the eight of you stepped into. Mammon immediately found the poker table and is already playing his charms, which makes you smile. Good. He should be happy and carefree; it warms your heart. “... but I have to admit, watching him march down the street was worth sacrificing a day.” You nudge Satan’s arm at his words, which gives you a mischievous smirk in return. Deep down you know that his brothers are just as happy as Mammon is, even if they don’t show it.
“(Y/N)! C’mere babe! Watch as The Great Mammon wins this stack of cash!” The second born exclaims, waving you over. Satan already nudges you in his brother’s direction before you can protest and the next thing you know, you’re sitting in Mammon’s lap, watching as he wins round after round. Everyone seems to be enamored by him and it’s both fascinating and unnerving that his Avatar seems to be working so well in the human world. Still, the happiness radiating off of him in waves is enough to calm your nerves and, with a smile, you continue to watch him enjoy his night.
Always under the watchful eye of Lucifer, of course.
“You’ve been staring at me for almost an hour straight. Don’t you have tasks to finish?”
A voice pulls you from your thoughts. Seated across from you was Lucifer, working away at his desk while you occupied one of the wingback chairs in his study. He gave you an unamused look as you blinked, a face that clearly said, “Well?”
To be completely honest, you were staring—but not for the reasons one might assume.
His tie was crooked. That was all.
It bothered you far more than it should have, but you were feeling a little bashful today. The tie sat slightly loosened, leaning toward the left, and you couldn’t stop imagining how much better it’d look if it were fixed.
You didn’t answer Lucifer’s question. Instead, you set the files down on the coffee table before making your way to the side of his chair.
One of his brows arched at your unexpected actions. Though he acted as if your sudden proximity didn’t affect him, the faint pink dusting his cheeks said otherwise.
Reaching out carefully, you took hold of his collar. Lucifer went still, half—no, fully—expecting you to pull him in for a kiss.
Instead, your hands moved to his tie, straightening it exactly the way you’d been envisioning for the past hour.
“All done. It was crooked.”
“…Was that all?”
Softly resting your hands on his shoulders, you blinked.
“…Yes?”
You studied his expression. The disappointment written across his face was impossible to miss.
You couldn’t help but drag out the act a little longer—just to see how long Lucifer would remain vulnerable for you.
“…Nothing. I appreciate you fixing my tie. You may return to your work now,” he grumbled.
With a pleased little hum, you removed your hands from his shoulders.
Then, before stepping away, you leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.
His eyes widened in surprise as you returned to your seat.
After that, Lucifer found himself considering whether his tie really needed to stay perfectly straight all the time.
♡ Going up to Lucifer and asking for cuddles in the middle of the day wouldn't be the best choice as he'd be busy and highly stressed. He's less likely to be angry about being interrupted if you catch him still working past midnight or if he's excluding himself when his brothers are all hanging out. Only then does he sulk for a little bit before following you to a comfortable surface to cuddle.
♡ He likes being the bigger spoon as it means he's the one that gets to protect you, but sometimes he just craves you holding him tight since it lets him know you're there and not going to vanish from the tight grip he has around you.
♡ Lucifer's the type to have a calming soundtrack in the background, which doesn't just have to be his classical music. Sometimes the rain or thunder outsides is good enough background noise. But if there was music playing, you could potentially catch him humming close to your ear if you stay quiet enough.
♡ Is insanely careful when cuddling you in the morning or middle of the day, since his brothers are much more likely to either of you out for something stupid like a vase breaking or a fire starting in the hallway. It's infuriating for their eldest brother, knowing they have magic to fix their own problems and he wants to spend his free time with you. You can feel his heartbeat quicken and his grip tighten when footsteps approach his bedroom door.
Mammon:
♡ Mammon is quick to fall asleep when cuddling you, especially after a lazy day. It's usually comforting as Mammon runs hot like a personal furnace, but he had a tendency to snore, that's probably the only issue. Drools only a little bit, but still drools.
♡ Rambles quite a lot, his voice suddenly much softer and quiet for you since he doesn't want to scare you away. Mammon would talk about anything that happened throughout the day like his food being stolen again or Lucifer giving him more crap. Occasionally, he pauses to give your forehead or cheek a kiss.
♡ He will pull you out of any of his brother's rooms to keep you in his, getting whiny that you haven't been giving him enough attention. It's a lie and he knows it, you left his room just a few hours ago. It doesn't matter now, all he wants is to wrap your arms around you.
♡ Mammon likes to fall asleep listening to your heartbeat, it helps ground him and push away the thoughts he has about you possibly leaving him. Knowing you're alive and choosing him over the others makes him happier than he likes to admit, but he even boasts about you choosing him all the time.
Leviathan:
♡ You're surprised Leviathan doesn't immediately explode with how fast his heart's racing. To the point he's vibrating on the spot. He's honestly so unsure about you settling so close to him, he has so many anxious thoughts racing in his mind like if you didn't like how sweaty he was or if he's holding you too tight.
♡ Levi's got to be the little spoon, it soothes him immensely to have you hold him and whisper sweet nothings in his ear. It got him really flustered the first time your voice dropped so close to him, but he soon gets used to it. He's not sure if he'll ever get used to the idea of being the big spoon anytime soon.
♡ He'd probably contemplate burning his body pillows now that he's got a real life person to cuddle with, but he definitely does if you ever showed jealousy or annoyance if he preferred to cuddle those instead of you.
♡ Late night cuddling while watching anime is a must, whether it's a comfort show you both like or a completely different one. Maybe it's a horror one and he tells you that you can cling to him if you get scared. Even though it'd be the other way around. You'd also have to tell Levi how late it is before he accidentally pulls an all-nighter. Which is common.
Satan:
♡ Satan can get really absorbed in his books so you might just have to sit in his lap and (carefully) toss the book somewhere else so he pays attention to you. His cheeks are lightly pink and he has to clear his throat, not wanting to choke on his own words when commenting on your boldness.
♡ His arms wrap around you and he lies his chin on your shoulder. There, Satan likes to listen to you talk about your day. It doesn't matter to him if you're complaining about something or just want someone to talk to, he's just incredibly glad to hear your voice and be the one to make you feel comfortable.
♡ If you're lucky enough, a cat might wander inside the messy library that is Satan's bedroom, attracted to the smell of catnip in there. No doubt it's the work of him, of course. Satan and you would spoon in either position while the cat curls up in front of you or him so both of you could pet it.
♡ Satan's much more cautious about cuddling you when he's angry, especially since crushing something or destroying something is an unconscious habit he has. But when it comes to you, he loses the temper instantly, wanting to curl up in your arms and apologizing if he made you upset.
Asmodeus:
♡ Asmo loves cuddles and knows how to ask for them politely. He's so smooth with it, that you don't even realize you're in his arms until you do a double take. He can't blame you for wanting to cuddle him either, he smells so sweet and his embrace is much warmer than any blanket you've huddled up in.
♡ He really likes to have you with your back to him while you're sitting in his lap. Asmo usually does this after giving you a massage or makeover. He does love looking at your face, but wants to wait for the makeup to set or the nails to dry before either of you risk messing it up.
♡ If you're tossing and turning late at night, he's willing to lull you to sleep with his voice. He has one of the more softer yet confident voices out of the brothers which makes it perfect for you to fall asleep to. He always makes sure his lips are close to your head, brushing against the shell of your ear every time he talks. At times, he'll even sing a lullaby.
♡ Asmodeus loves seeing you get flustered when you two cuddle around the others, he always tells you that it's just cuddling and don't mind their jealous stares. He does like making his brothers jealous, and he can't help but giggle when you feel like hiding your blushing face every time he whispers in your ear.
Beelzebub:
♡ Beel loves movie nights or binging anything with you which means that you both get fed and hold on to each other. He's such a good multitasker too, providing occasional commentary and still watching and remembering every detail, also snacking and stroking your arm at the same time.
♡ Sometimes Beel is a little too hot to cuddle on certain days, which can be upsetting. He tries his best to be satisfied with just holding hands or you resting your head on him, but he still prefers to have you close enough to hold onto. He makes up for it though during the winter.
♡ He always smells faintly like whatever he ate last and detergent, since he has to change and wash clothes often after working out. Beel would feel bad if you two cuddled and he hadn't had a chance to shower yet after a session at the gym, but who knows, maybe you don't mind at all.
♡ Beelzebub would find it cute if you tried to make him the little spoon, but lets you do whatever you want. He still wants to see your face, however. Having you lying on top of him and resting on his chest has to be his favourite position, no matter what. He can still hug and squeeze you and that's all that matters to him.
Belphegor:
♡ Belphie DEMANDS cuddles. He loves to sprawl out across your lap or stomach, which causes him to instantly pass out. You could be reading or doing homework and he straight up collapses on top of you because you took too long to get to bed.
♡ It helps lull him to sleep if he hasn't yet when you stroke his hair and rub his shoulders. He'd be pissed if you tried tickling him, though. Not when he's half-asleep and trying to sleep. There are times where he ends up drooling on you, so you might have to wake him up unless you want Lucifer to yell at him for drowning the couches again.
♡ If Belphegor is tired enough, he'd even settle to be the big spoon, but that's rare as he very much prefers to have you squeezing him hard enough that he can't breathe. He'll bury his face against your chest, crook of your neck, or anywhere where he can inhale your scent the strongest. It's comforting to him.
♡ Much like a cat, no matter where you are, he'll be there leaning against you and asleep somehow. He loves to have his arms around you as you walk and considers it cuddling. It takes him A LOT of convincing that cuddles when you can actually hug him back is much better.
fav thing about obey me is that the characters love you regardless of whether you romance them or not. like you are special to them always.
lucifer still lets you chill in his office and listen to classical records with him while he does paperwork. he still makes smug ass comments that will end up with you cursing him out and him laughing about it. he still makes sure that you’re keeping up with everything well enough, that it’s not overwhelming you. he still confides in you about his fears and worries about himself and his brothers. he still looks out for you and checks in your make sure you’re doing alright in RAD.
mammon is still your dumbass best friend who takes you out the casino because he swears you’re the luckiest person he’s ever met. he still whines and complains about stupid shit to you like getting scammed or getting in trouble for another one of his schemes. he still holes up for movie nights in your room every night there’s no work to be done the next day. he still holds pride in the fact that he was the first demon to see how amazing you are and make a pact about it. (don’t bring up how that pact came to be for your own sake. he still sulks like a madman!!)
leviathan still watches shows and plays games with you. he still farms on your accounts for you so you can pull for that one character you really like. he still stays holed up in his room with you counting the clock to midnight, preparing for the next merch drop with plans to clear out the whole shop. he still trusts you with his insecurities and vulnerabilities, enough to be sincere and genuine in his excitement when talking to you. he still opens up to you because you will always be his Henry no matter what.
satan still takes you to cat cafes and holds a two person book club with you. he still helps you study when you need it and even when you don’t. he still barges into your room to bitch about his latest annoyance. he still trusts you with the parts of himself that he still isn’t sure is really him or maybe a remnant of his brother left inside him by mistake. still makes sure not to let anyone disrespect you in class, because if they do they only have three seconds to run.
asmodeus still drags you to his self care nights. slathers a face mask on you and shares the latest gossip and drama. still buys you pretty things that he thought would look nice on you, or reminded him of you. he still makes sure no one’s talking behind your back, makes sure that you’re doing okay. he’s still comfortable enough to vegetate with you, and let down all pretenses and masks; you are always going to be someone he is comfortable baring himself to. he’ll still freak out with you over stupid shit you’re excited about and he’ll still make sure you’re always good with yourself, kind to yourself.
beelzebub still takes you out to eat and clear out buffets with him weekly. he still invites you to his matches personally. he still gets excited when he sees you show up even though you’ve been attending his games consistently for years now. he still tells you about his brothers and his’ time in the celestial realm. he’ll still tell you about his sister and love you enough to feel comfortable to grieve in front of you. he still makes sure you’re always eating enough—he’s gotta make sure you’re taking care of yourself, yknow? he also still eats your leftovers even when you explicitly tell him not too. sorry. :(
belphegor still takes you to the planetarium when things are getting too much. he takes your nightmares away. makes sure you sleep well. he still drags you down for a nap whenever he feels like it. he still tells you about how he misses his sister, about how he misses his brothers sometimes even though they’re still here, just different. he still trusts you enough to admit that sometimes, he misses himself, and who he was before all this. and then after all that, he still flicks you on the nose and calls you annoying because before he is an avatar of sin he is the spoiled baby of the family, and he knows you’ll always be there to snark right back.
sorry it just. moves me. like you truly do become a part of these seven guys’ found family no matter what. even if you reject every single possible romance option they will still love you and protect you and look out for you and snap at you and annoy you and not even be sorry about it. because you are special to them!!! you will always be someone important to them!!!!
MC was the bravest person they knew— headstrong and calm under pressure. Someone who faced down Lucifer's wrath without a flinch. Someone who had the heart to forgive Belphegor despite everything that happened. A puny mortal who was plucked from their home without warning, yet survived, and even thrived, among demons like them.
So, when their scream echoed through the halls of the House of Lamentation, the brothers knew not what to do.
Mammon, MC's self- proclaimed first-guy, and the fastest among his brothers, arrived to their aid in a matter of milliseconds. His mind had jumped to the worst possibilities— MC was hurt, possibly crying.
What he had not expected was MC standing on their chair, a thick spell book clutched in their hands like a weapon, eyes anxiously scanning the floor near their bookshelf.
"ARE YA' OKAY?!"
"IT WENT UNDER THE SHELF!!!"
"...huh???"
And then, it crawled out, in all it's six-legged glory. It's giant brown body (undoubtedly disease ridden) dragged along the floor, presenting an ugly sight. It's antennae twitched, as though searching for it's next victim.
The terrified noise that MC let out confirmed that this creature had, indeed, been the cause of their distress.
Mammon didn't blame them. He wasn't a huge fan of roaches himself. Especially this giant, unsightly species that had seemingly had taken over the Devildom recently.
"GET RID OF IT PLEASE." MC pleaded from atop their vantage point. They looked close to tears.
Mammon had struck gold. This was the moment he would swoop in like a hero and kill the pest as if it were no big deal; and save MC from their distress. Would he get an 'Oh, Mammon! You're so brave!' in return? Or a hug where he goes 'there, there, MC, I dealt with it' while patting their back? Maybe— if he was truly lucky— a kiss? His brothers would all watch from a distance, green with envy, wishing they had been the one to arrive first. Oh, it gets him excited to even think about it!
Mammon stood up a little taller.
"Don't worry, MC! For the Great Mammon is here!" The Avatar of Greed puffed out his chest, and took a brave towards the pest. He took off one shoe, ready to strike it, when suddenly—
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH—"
—it started flying.
The next thing MC knew was that Mammon was standing right behind them on the chair, his hands latched onto their shoulders in a vice-grip while they both screamed.
The roach remained airborne for a few seconds, zig-zagging with no regard for logic, or personal boundaries. Finally, it landed on the side of the bookshelf. A deafening silence followed.
The duo remained frozen atop the chair, staring at the roach. The roach stared back, antennae twitching. The creature puffed out its wings occasionally, as if taunting them. Mammon's grip on MC's shoulder turned painful, but neither of them dared to get down from their safe spot.
MC was about to ask Mammon whether they should take this chance to run out of the room, when—
*SMACK*
A slipper came down from above with full force. The defeated adversary fell down to the floor on its back, limbs twitching pathetically as it took its final breaths.
Their saviour was none other than Beelzebub, who was holding a giant slipper in his hand. He examined the dead corpse for a few seconds, till he was absolutely certain that the enemy had been eliminated.
MC nearly burst into tears from relief. But, unfortunately, before they could properly thank him, a series of snorts and barely-contained giggles coming from the doorway cut them off.
Yes, the brothers had all been silently watching the chaos unfold, until Beelzebub took pity on them. And judging by the delighted looks on their faces, "The Great Roach Incident" would be talked about in the House of Lamentation for the rest of eternity.
The Brothers' Reactions to a Couple Photoshoot MC/You Had in College
Context: Whilst showing the brothers your old high school photos from years ago, you swiped upon a photo with you and an old classmate, being a little too close for their liking. You tried to explain that it was merely for na event since you were chosen as the muse/escort for it, but by the time you scrolled past to avoid the incoming barrage of questions and drama, the brothers were already attacking you with their critiques, questions and comments.
The pose you were in was as follows:
Person A: Standing with their head resting on top of Person B's head, left arm wrapped around Person B's waist.
Person B: Standing while leaning their head and resting their hand on Person A's chest.
(Your choice as to which one you'll imagine yourself/the MC as <3)
Part 1: The Brothers
TW: Jealousy, slight possessiveness, implied poly though it's not explicitly stated
Lucifer🦚
While he isn't one to openly show his jealousy, especially in front of his brothers, he couldn't help the slight tightening of his knuckles against the armrest of his seat.
Pray tell, MC, was it necessary to be so... in contact with that other human?
He swears it's because he's only curious, and that he doesn't find the lack of distance necessary. Totally not because he's jealous, totes. No the armrest of the couch isn't tearing, what are you on about?
(Sure Lucifer, and Lilith's alive (⌐■-■))
His pride obviously prevents him from freely expressing his jealousy, however, he'll be sure to call you to his office later on.
He's angry that you managed to stir these types of feelings inside him, take responsibility, MC (read: Coddle him tonight, pls, his pride's a fragile thing).
Somewhere deep inside though, he could feel his pride swelling at the though that his beloved human was chosen to be a representative of their former class. Like, duh, that's his human, of course they'll be more than fit for the role.
"While I'm glad that you seemed to enjoy yourself in your youth, I have to say that it's unnecessarily... Intimate, for a mere school event. That being said, I seem to recall an event that RAD will hold in the near future, do come to my office later when you're free, MC."
Mammon🐦⬛
Oh now who the fuck is this rando that's with HIS human?!
Mammon doesn't care about the fact that that's for a school event, nobody, NOBODY should act all chummy with his human.
(He better zip his mouth shut, or at least lower his voice because Lucifer is at his wit's end here.)
Mams was never good at hiding his jealousy, try as he might, but acting uncaring doesn't really suit him. Then again, he's the Avatar of Greed for a reason, y'know?
If Lucifer expressed the slightest disdain at the physical closeness, Mammon was having a full on meltdown. Why would you even let them touch you?! You should've called for him, he would've saved you!
(Man's acting as if you even knew of each others' existence at the time)
Immediately, he's clinging on to your arm, as if trying to erase the memory of the other person's touch.
And hey... He's a model, y'know? Surely the two of you can come up with much better photos, ones that he can sell for a pretty Grimm (penny) too!
"Oi! Why was that human so close to you, huh?! Grr, that photo looks trashy anyways, 't would be much better is you shot one with The Great Mammon instead! Wah?! No, I ain't callin' you ugly! Far from it! O-Oi, I ain't calling you a pretty face either!"
Leviathan🐍
He wasn't really paying too much attention at first, only doing so when the topic of conversation shifted to you and your past.
That was when he saw the photo.
Eugh, why is his Player 2 so close to a normie?
It's times like this that makes it obvious why Levi is the Avatar of Envy, he is both annoyed that someone is so close to his Player 2, but his self-deprication also gets increased tenfold.
Of course you'd look so good next to that other person, seeing as how they're much more confident and extroverted than he, a yucky, introverted, and anxious mess of an otaku, is :(.
He doesn't really do anything but scoff and let out a muttered comment of "Normies..." under his breath, the time you'll catch him withering away in his jealousy is when you head on over to his room (either later on or the next day).
When you do visit, what you would see is Levi in his demon form, tail swishing from side to side in irritation as he unleashed attack after attack on the boss of the game he was currently playing.
He would be way too distracted to notice you at first, so might (read: will absolutely) accidentally jumpscare him.
"Gah! I didn't realize you were there, MC! Huh? I'm f-fine... No the picture didn't bother me much, actually, not at all! I know you wouldn't bother with a yucky otaku like me anyways— E-Eh? It didn't mean anything? Really?"
Satan🦄
Satan won't say much, however, if you listened closely enough, you could hear the leather cover of the book he was reading creak from how tightly he was holding it.
While Satan is the best at regulating his emotions due to his everyday experience with his sin, it doesn't mean that he can suppress everything.
For real though, if looks could kill, your phone would've been reduced to smithereens. No, he's not chanting a spell to track down the other person you were with, what are you talking about?
I mean, if you were gonna be paired up with that other person, the least others could've done was to ensure that you and your partner had actual chemistry. It's like seeing the cover of a cliché romance book.
And yes, he knows that it was merely your responsibility as the chosen representative, but that doesn't make the sting of envy and wrath any lighter.
After a few minutes, he forced his gaze back down to his book, eyes reading the words without actually understanding them.
He pretends to be all composed and nonchalant in front of his brothers, however, he couldn't effectively hide the snarkiness in his voice.
"It's pitiful how they attempted to capture the chemistry between you and your... Partner. It's unbalanced, and the camera is visibly drawn to only you. No it's not a bad thing, it's quite literally the only thing that saved this photo."
Asmodeus🦂
He didn't even notice the other person at first tbh. Who can blame him? His MC is shining in that photo!
But when he did take notice of your fellow human, you swear you heard him let out a judgemental "hmm" that was enough to break the confidence of the most arrogant of humans, angels and demons alike.
Much like Mammon, Asmo immediately cling onto your side (though he might as well be sitting in your lap due to how much of your personal space he invaded), pouting in an exaggerated manner as he complained about the intensity of the lighting used.
Oh but your dear Asmo wouldn't allow such amateur mistakes to happen if you had a photoshoot with him!
So let's just forget about that person, yes? You have the literal Avatar of Lust, Asmodeus, former Jewel of the Heavens clinging onto your arm, willing to let you in on his skincare secrets and care for him in his hardest days, he's pretty sure you and him would look 100x better if you agreed to have a photoshoot of your own.
And he can make it waaaaay more... Intimate, y'know? Really showcase the closeness you have with each other (͡°‿ ͡°).
"My dear, MC, it's such a shame they couldn't fully capture your beauty! They made a mistake of partnering you up with a person that washes you out, you know? But I'm here to save that! Do come to my room later, yes? We could have our very own private photoshoot~"
Beelzebub🪰
Beel was initially paying attention to you and your stories, even commenting on some of them, though he mostly watched and smiled at your expressions.
But then he got preoccupied with the human word cheeseburger that he was eating, until his twin telepathy thing with Belphie alerted him to his twin brother's jealousy.
When he followed Belphie's gaze to your phone was when he saw the photo.
He let out that "hm" sound he unconsciously does when he's bothered by something, usually his hunger, but now it was because of that slight, unpleasant tug at his heart.
Though Beel, being the wholesome creature that he is, asked about what you were feeling first. Were you comfortable? Nobody forced you to do that, yes?
Once assured, that's when he pouts and sets his food down, leaning closer to your space.
He's glad you weren't unhappy, but part of him is also sad that somebody else, other than his family, is so close to you. He hates feeling jealous, especially since he trusts you so much, but he can't help it when you looked so relaxed with that other person, seemingly comfortable being in such close proximity with them.
"Who's that person with you, MC? Were you comfortable there? Well, I'm happy you are, but it makes me feel this ugly feeling inside seeing how close you are together. Can we eat together later so this feeling will stop, MC? You can come to me and Belphie's room."
Belphegor🐄
"Why in Diavolo's name is it suddenly so noisy?" Was Belphie's first thought when he peeked his left eye open, only to be blinded by your phone screen that displayed the unpleasant photo.
Hey, why is that disgusting human so close to you, eh? You know Belphie doesn't like to share ಠ ೧ ಠ (brat).
He was napping with his head on your lap, and though he looked like he could literally be anywhere else, he chose not to in favor of listening to your voice, letting that lull him to a peaceful slumber. Or what was supposed to be a peaceful slumber until Mammon woke him up by screaming so loud.
It's obvious that Belphie's upset, it's clear from the scowl (one that looked more like a pout than anything) on his face and the furrow on his brow.
Stupid humans, getting way too comfortable with his nap buddy.
Great, now he, Avatar of Sloth by the way, can't sleep because of how irritated he is.
(Don't make the mistake of mentioning the name of your partner, Belphie won't hesitate to give them nightmares for a whole ass century if he finds out).
MC, make it up to him by cuddling with him later, go to he and Beel's room as his twin suggested. It's only right after the emotional turmoil you put him through.
"Mammon, quit shouting will you? What are you even yelling for— Oh... Oh, so that's how it is. You're gonna let a random human get close to you? Photoshoot my ass... Make it up to me with cuddles for a week, m'kay? And yeah, whatever Beel said, go to our room later
(づ￣ ³￣)づ
AN: I hope you enjoyed this hc! It's my first writing, so there might be some mistakes, though I hope I captured the essence of the brothers well. Part 2 is a WIP as of now, so stay tuned!
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ sum: Belphegor woke up from a nap and couldn’t find his brothers anywhere. Turns out they were all in your room
tags: gn!xreader, sfw!
𐙚 a/n: hii this is taken place after lessons 15-17 but there’s no spoilersss! this is also just a little idea i had to get back into the groove of writing!
Belphegor slowly stirred from his nap on the common room couch, blinking away the last traces of sleep. The room was unusually quiet.
Too quiet.
He rubbed his eyes and sat up, letting out a yawn as he stretched. Usually, one of his brothers was causing some kind of commotion. Mammon would be yelling about money, Levi would be ranting about a game, or Beel would be searching for food.
But today?
Nothing.
Belphegor glanced around the empty room before making his way to the kitchen. Maybe Beel was grabbing a snack.
The kitchen was empty.
He checked the library next. Satan was almost always there.
No sign of him either.
Now fully awake, Belphegor wandered through the halls of the House of Lamentation, peeking into room after room.
Nobody.
As he rounded the corner near the spare bedroom, a burst of laughter drifted down the hallway.
Voices.
Lots of them.
Belphegor paused.
Oh.
Right.
Your room.
As he approached, he found Lucifer leaning against the doorframe, quietly observing the scene inside.
Lucifer glanced over and noticed him.
“There you are, Belphegor,” he said. “You were asleep. We didn’t want to wake you. Everyone’s here.”
Belphegor looked past him.
The small spare bedroom was completely packed.
You and Levi sat on your bed, controllers clutched in your hands as a racing game played on the television. Your eyes never left the screen.
Levi looked moments away from a breakdown.
“No way! How are you this good?” he shouted. “You’re a normie! This isn’t fair!”
You laughed as your character sped past him once again.
To your left, Mammon and Asmodeus had appointed themselves your personal cheer squad.
“That’s it! Take the shortcut!” Mammon shouted.
“No, use the drift button!” Asmo corrected.
Mammon promptly began waving his hand in front of Levi’s face.
“Quit cheating!” Levi screeched.
“I’m not cheatin’! You’re just bad!”
The room erupted into laughter.
Belphegor found himself smiling before he even realized it.
Across the bed, Beel sat comfortably on the floor between your legs with a pile of snacks beside him. Every so often, he’d silently offer you something to eat while keeping one eye on the race.
At your desk, Satan sat with a book open in his lap. Despite appearing absorbed in his reading, he glanced up every few pages whenever the room got particularly loud.
Everyone was here.
Together.
Somehow, your tiny room had become warmer than any other place in the house.
Without realizing it, you had become the center of their strange little family.
Belphegor watched for a moment longer before your eyes finally met his.
Your face immediately brightened.
“Belphie!”
You patted the empty spot beside you on the bed.
“There you are. Come sit with us.”
The smile that spread across Belphegor’s face was small, but genuine.
For someone who loved sleeping more than anything, he couldn’t think of a better place to be.
So… Pride Month. Tch, how come only Lucifer gets a month for his cardinal sin?! How dare the humans favor one over the others—!!
Sike, no, I’m aware what the month is truly about for you humans. Learning about it was… interesting. You see, in the Devildom, we don’t really care for the heteronormative standards, and your human ancestors didn’t either, last I checked. Seven cardinal sins cannot fully capture the darker side of morality, much as how seven holy virtues are insufficient to describe what it truly means to be good…
… Let alone having only two categories, to truly embody what it means to love, to want, or to not do so at all.
Anyway, labels are an accessory— optional, in the long run. It may accentuate your traits, help you feel more grounded in your being; if you think that’s what you need, then take your time, try things, and see what sticks. On the other hand, the absence of one gives you much room to flow like water from one stream to the next. We all need different things and thrive in different ways, is all.
There’s also really no one correct way to be anything— man, woman, both, neither, something else entirely. It doesn’t matter. What does matter is that you exist, that you are an embodiment of life before anything else. The beauty of humankind is its variety, a beauty that you were born from, with all the spectacles or without. No one can take that from you and you will not let them.
There is no race on who can figure themselves out first. To live your truth is a lifelong lesson, and every milestone deserves a celebration.
Oh and one more thing… This counts as your free “Punch a Queerphobe” card, from your beloved Avatar of Wrath. Use it wisely.
More Small Relationship Habits of the Obey Me Cast
Happy Valentines Day? It probably should be something bigger, but I'm bad at dates and didn't plan. 😣
Lucifer
Often laces fingers with them while they sleep, he likes the feeling of their delicate human hand locked with his. It’s a quiet but indisputable sign of their connection...
Mammon
Has tried on numerous occasions to write them love letters but he never likes how they sound so he scraps them... But since his room is so filthy, the MC can occasionally come across a tossed draft or two on the ground.
Levi
Takes the time to put little soft nubes over the sharp tips of his horns if he naps with MC because he's terrified of poking their eyes out while they sleep...
Satan
Keeps a private collection of books with characters that remind him of MC. He'll sometimes quote lines from their love interests to see if they work on the real thing...
Asmo
If Asmo can't get out to the club, then he'll just want to dance with the MC wherever they're at. He'll put their favorite love song on and pull them into a slow dance in the middle of the House if need be.
Beel
This man loves hugs, but if he's happy enough he'll even scoop up the MC in his arms so he can kiss their forehead without bending over.
Belphie
Does that thing where it looks like he's about to go in for a kiss, but then just sidesteps them or rolls over instead. Jerk-ish as it is, it makes his actual kisses all the more surprising.
Diavolo
Lap sitting. Dia loves it when the MC sits in his lap - anytime, anywhere. He loves to sit in their lap even more, but then again so do some HUGE dogs and the effects are about the same.
Barbatos
Leaves little notes for them everywhere. In their pockets, by their bed, in their textbooks, etc. The notes are usually compliments, words of love, or reminders to stay healthy. The MC has no idea how he manages to hide them so sneakily...
Simeon
Simeon yearns for their touch, but since he's an angel he's sometimes too nervous to initiate... So he'll just hover around them constantly like a desperate puppy and hope they get the idea.
Solomon
Surprise dates that are only surprises because Solomon doesn't tell them where they're going or that it's even a date until they've been there for an hour... Fucking bastard...
Asmodeus finally accepts that he loves two humans at the same time. (Femreader!)
It was a good day, the voices of his brothers in the background, Luke's laughter, the sound of the waves coming and going, the smell of barbecue, the cold drinks... everything was perfectly fine.
Until you called his name.
His eyes left his sudoku to meet a vision from heaven. He wasn't expecting that. Who would?
"A-asmo! Control this guy, please! If I fall is gonna' be your fault too!!"
The girl of his dreams having the time of her life, on a shoulder ride with the guy who has had his heart for centuries. Your thighs smushing Solomon's face while you grab and tug at his white locks with fear of falling.
Solomon's teasing laugh filled his ears with warmth and your whiny voice left his body and mind dizzy. Fuck, the bikini he bought for you looked so good...
You pouted and yelped when Solomon pretended to lose his balance. Your thighs crushing his head harder and your tits bouncing from your wiggling, but your smile was pretty, authentic and delicious. You looked like you were having fun. You are having fun.
Solomon's voice came present and Asmodeus Gulped. Hard.
"Hi handsome. Me and this beautiful lady would like to know if you are single."
Asmodeus eyes shifted from your figure to the body of the man in front of him. His hands, so manly, rough and scarred from all the things he has passed and done, holding your soft body in devotion and passion. The sun glazing his abs and marking his proeminent bulge that rested on his wet shorts made Asmodeus crazy.
"Asmo, what's the problem? Are you dizzy from the heat?" Your sweet voice made him release a gasp of air that he didn't even know he was holding.
And besides all the physical aspects that you both have and that always left his trousers tight, the feeling of being wanted for who he is, is so much better.
He loves how you compliment his make up, and almost always try to match with him. He loves how you listen to his rambles about geometry and math and he loves, that you love, that he always find a way to mix everything he likes and still make sense.
"You are so interesting Asmo. I love listening to you."
Solomon has know him for years but still manage to make his heart skip a beat no matter what he do. The mage has him open like a book, and knows him inside and out.
"You look as pretty as the day I met you."
You both bring him so much joy, he is left speechless. Like right now.
Solomon has let you down by now, his thoughs taking longer than he imagined, only letting him wake up from his daydreams when he felt wet sunkissed bodies sticking to his.
Two pairs of expectant eyes looked up at him with intense curiosity. It was suffocating. Having this much love to give and not being sure if it would be welcome in their lives.
I don't understand how people don't see that GenAI is pure theft. It's not a moral discussion. It's a fact.
The people behind this so-called "tool" have clearly stated that the LLM models clearly scour through available content online to learn and replicate to generate content. It's not a creative medium. There has been a lot of research on how AI cannot understand or replicate human emotion which is the core of any form of art.
You, claiming that you don't see it that way is a standalone perspective not based on fact. It just helps you feel better about stealing someone else's creativity and changing it enough to make it seem like it's your own.
If it were merely a tool, we wouldn't see writers, artists, actors, photographers actively protest and demand for AI legislations to protect their work.
And this is just about intellectual property infringement.
Let's not forget about the environmental and social impact of using AI to make your favorite character behave the way you want him/her/them to. Data centers are harming neighborhoods they're around. There's also an active technological crisis with RAMS, SSDs and CPUs making it very hard for technology to actually be affordable and the effects of this crisis will trickle down from industries to people. If making tech gets expensive because of these core components, companies will offset the costs by making their products and services more expensive, firing people, cutting corners.
So no, your AI generated content isn't creativity. It's exploitation on every front.
