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[zephyrchama]

ZephyrChama's Obey Me! Masterpost

Updated October 7th, 2024.

Hi! I'm zephyrchama. I don't read much fanfic but it seemed fun and I wanted to try getting closer to the fandom, so I started writing Obey Me stuff as a self indulgent treat. As this is a side blog that I never expected to get followers, I can't follow or like anybody's posts or send asks from it, only with my main blog. I've also started writing some Twisted Wonderland stuff on another blog.

More info about me can be found at the bottom of this post.

You can find almost everything I've written in these links, sorted from shortest content to longest. Though, it is possible I've missed a few stories.

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Headcanons

Self explanatory, these are headcanons! My shortest posts, some are even just a sentence long.

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Longer Headcanons and Super Short Writings

This is for more fleshed out ideas: headcanons that are 2 paragraphs and longer or really short stories/ideas.

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Short Stories / Detailed Headcanon Lists

These are posts with multiple paragraphs. Detailed headcanon lists with at least a paragraph per character and fics that aren't a page long.

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Fics

Full one shot stories.

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Ask Requests

Obey Me! posts that are submitted requests.

My ask box is always open and I"m happy to receive requests! Please know that it may take me literal ages to respond as there is a large backlog, but I earnestly think about every submission and greatly appreciate each ask. If you praise me, I'm probably going to hoard the ask and smile and giggle every time I see it.

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Series

Multi-part fanfics. Usually one segment for each character or segments that can be read as one-shots but are part of a bigger tale.

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More about me!

I've been playing Obey Me! since literally the day the OG was released. I am a hardcore cosplayer so whenever a convention is coming up this blog will get slow as I focus on sewing. I'm close to 30 years old. I'm ace, so this blog has suggestive content but won't really get more intense than that. Everything on this blog is SFW. I have an A03 account courtesy of a friend who referred me, but it's pretty barren and mostly used to cross post more popular stories. Anything explicit I write will go on the AO3 with proper tags.

My asks are open but expect a really slow response because I am so shy hkgahkj. I take requests but no guarantee I'll write them, or it may take several months. I don't do much proofreading at all so I'm very open to constructive critique, if you see a typo please let me know! Thanks for reading.

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Group projects are such a headache.

Only Leviathan's section was missing. The role of group leader somehow naturally fell to you, and you were left messaging him all day, reminding him that the assignment was due at midnight and everyone's grade hinged on a complete project. Which meant that he had to get his contribution to you ASAP.

"I'm busy right now but I'll get it to you as soon as I can! Guaranteed!" he messaged.

You had no idea what was taking up Leviathan's time, but you took his word for it and began to format the rest of the paper. Raphael's section had a typo, but otherwise everything looked good. You fiddled around with the header text.

A notification appeared in the corner of your screen.

L3V1 has logged on.

You breathed a sigh of relief. Looked like this project would be finished with time to spare, and you could get to bed at a reasonable time.

Another notification appeared.

L3V1 is now playing Ultimate Fantasy XIV.

In that instant, you understood how Lucifer could be so angry that he birthed the Avatar of Wrath.

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Belphegor always says that he loves when you wake him up.

And yet, on certain mornings, he wakes up with an awful scowl. He glares at you like he's trying to curse your entire bloodline before he rolls his eyes, as though he can't believe the sheer audacity of somebody making sure he gets up for breakfast.

His eyebrows point downwards so severely that there are deep wrinkles in the center of his forehead. His nose scrunches up like he's just smelled an old fermented shark. His mouth is a dour frown, and if he's not fully wrapped up in a cocoon of blankets then you can typically see his mouth contort into a ferocious snarl. His upper lip curls, revealing sharp teeth that would send any weak-willed individual running.

You swear he's literally growled at you a few times. Nobody wants to deal with an unhappy demon, yet you're stuck shaking Belphegor's shoulder and poking him in the side until he either drags himself out of bed or he drags you into the bed. Whichever happens first.

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Dinner was quiet. Peaceful.

Lucifer only had to tell Leviathan to put his phone away twice and Beelzebub hadn't been caught stealing food off anybody's plate. Belphegor and Satan were discussing research instead of causing headaches.

You were familiar with 90% of what was on your plate. The other 10% you had learned to just try. At least two bites. Devildom food was weird and looked unappetizing but could be surprisingly delicious, and this pink bulbous tentacle-like thing was no scarier than the quetzalcoatl brain sandwich Belphegor packed for lunch.

You mixed it into your pasta and put a forkful in your mouth. It wasn't bad. Spicy, very spicy, but kind of savory and salty. You tried another forkful. Could use sauce.

"Beel, pass that black nightshade sauce, please?" you asked.

He grunted in affirmation, his mouth too full of food to say much else as he reached for the bottle in the middle of the table. Asmodeus screamed.

You dropped your fork in surprise as all of the brothers looked up. Some were annoyed, some were startled. The eldest in particular looked exhausted. Yet all of those expressions equally turned to alarm.

Leviathan stared at you, slack-jawed. "Uhh..."

Before you could ask what the big deal was, Satan exclaimed, "Your face!"

"What happened!?" Asmodeus demanded. He thew his silverware down and marched over to you, grabbing your face in his hands. It was starting to feel a little tingly.

This served as a catalyst for all the brothers to crowd around you. Mammon practically jumped across the table, knocking Satan's glass over. The latter's wrath was held at bay by concern as he began taking note of your symptoms. Beelzebub yanked your chair away from the table, rattling you even further and creating more room for Belphegor and Lucifer to get in your personal space.

"Is it a curse?" Belphegor asked, taking hold of your hand and prodding your palm. Your hand seemed fine.

"I don't sense any hostile magic," Lucifer responded, tilting your chin up.

Satan was on the right track when he theorized, "Could it be a reaction to something?"

"Water! Water!" Leviathan cried as he stole every glass that was still standing and placed them in front of you. Some were filled with wine.

Asmodeus held your head in a strange grip as he caressed your hair and lamented, "You poor thing! Asmo's here, it'll all be okay!"

"Don't be touchin' my human all intimately," Mammon growled. "I'll figure out what's wrong!"

"What is going on!?" you shouted. Their reactions were really freaking you out, it was never good when all seven were fussing over you.

"Your face's purple!" Mammon explained, dabbing your cheek with a napkin he licked the corner of. Nothing rubbed off.

"What?"

"Well, not all of it. Mostly your mouth," Beelzebub clarified, pointing towards his own face to demonstrate that you were purple from your nose to your neck.

"It's spreading," Belphegor observed. He didn't mean to cause panic but it made Mammon, Leviathan, and Asmodeus fuss even more.

"Do you have any allergies we're not aware of?" Satan asked, staring at your partially eaten dinner.

"Not to any of this," you said, "but it is my first time having that spicy pink stuff."

It was hard to remain calm and not visibly shake. Your tongue felt a little swollen, and you think they noticed you slur the last word. Asmodeus ruffled your hair some more and Belphegor tightened his grip on your hand.

"Spicy?" Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

Beelzebub checked that your plate had the same contents as his and asked, "Pink... Do you mean the nautilus tentacles?"

"Ew," you muttered. That's what that was?

"That ain't spicy. At all," Mammon stated. He even grabbed a piece off your plate and threw it in his mouth to make sure you were eating the same thing.

"I cooked it properly, too!" Leviathan insisted. He ushered you to take a sip of water as he continued, "I used the meat thermometer and everything since you didn't like the newt we had last week. Said it looked too raw. There should be nothing toxic about this."

"Humans frequently eat shelled fish across different cultures," Satan noted, proving it ought to be safe.

"So it was just spicy to you," Belphegor reiterated. "That's not good."

Beelzebub asked, "Can you spit it out?"

He looked about ready to do the Heimlich on you. It was a concerning sight and made you lean away from him as you shook your head. Your lips felt like tiny balloons. The swelling became more obvious when you said, "I shwallowed it."

Lucifer was already on the phone figuring out a solution. The others began reassuring you that "It's fine!"

"The Great Mammon's gonna take good care of ya, don't you worry!"

"It will all be okay."

"Hey, I think it's already starting to go away!"

"You look good in purple."

"Belphie, that's not helping!"

Leviathan made you drink another two half-filled cups, one of which contained demonus instead of water, before Lucifer elbowed his brothers aside and wrapped his coat around you. He was off the phone.

"The castle is too far, so we're heading to Purgatory Hall," he announced. "Get ready to leave. Simeon and Solomon are waiting for us."

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This isn't a fic, sorry! I went through my drafts yesterday. There are so... so many drafts... ask drafts and story drafts and drafts I don't even remember and apparently I wrote the same fic twice... BUT IT GAVE ME A QUESTION

I've had an idea for a name-heavy fic, where characters would be saying the reader's name a lot, and intended to write it as neutrally as I could. Like,"You heard your name. He said your name." But I fear that might get clunky, and so I over-thought it for months realized, I can do a poll!

This would be for a one-off thing! I'm not changing the way I write, I like keeping it vague and neutral. But I also think this is for a potentially funny story idea.

What name would you prefer be used?

Use descriptions instead of an actual name ("He called your name"-style)

Use "MC"

Use "Y/N"

Use "Zephyr," MC's name in the digital version of the official manga

Use "Ibuki," MC's name in the print version of the official manga

Dunno, guess you gotta give up writing forever

Other (please leave a comment!)

Voting ended onMay 29

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You were at the beach.

Diavolo's private beach. A rare spot in the Devildom where you could feel the sun's rays and not have to worry about drawing attention for just existing with some of the Devildom's most well-known faces.

The water stretched out towards a seemingly endless horizon. Despite this perfect atmosphere, your group was split in two factions.

Lucifer, Satan, Asmodeus, Belphegor, Barbatos, and Simeon were gathered under the shade. Palm fronds swayed in the breeze above.

This gang was enjoying their temporary freedom from responsibilities. Satan and Simeon were chatting about novels they'd read recently. Barbatos and Lucifer were discussing music. Asmodeus was talking Belphegor's ear off about a photoshoot the other day while the latter was blissfully asleep.

An air of mature sophistication surrounded this group. You would have been content to sip on a cool drink and let your stress fade away had the second group not caught your attention.

Mammon, Leviathan, Beelzebub, Diavolo, Solomon, and Luke. They were down the beach a little further. Visible, but you had to squint to get a good look.

The sand was warm on your feet when you walked over to observe their situation up close. Every one of them was crouched in a hole. It actually looked like an impact crater, with shallower edges around a deep center pit. They dug, some with their hands and some with magic.

"Whatcha doin'?" you asked, shielding your eyes to get a grasp of how deep the thing was.

When Diavolo stood up, his shoulder was level with your ankle. He placed two handfuls of sand at your feet and exclaimed, "We're digging a hole!"

You observed Luke hacking away at the middle of the hole with a tiny plastic shovel.

"Cool," you said. "Why?"

Beelzebub was doing a good job of loosening the packed, condensed sand that got thicker as the group dug ever deeper. He announced, "It was my idea. I heard crabs like to bury themselves, and then we'd have something really fresh for the barbecue."

"Nah. We might find treasure," Mammon explained. "Ya never know!"

Leviathan was the dirtiest you'd ever seen him. He had sand up his legs and in his hair. You were surprised he wasn't hunched over in the shade with a comic.

He was rather out of breath when he optimistically chimed in, "Yeah, we might find hidden maps or a clue to some lost civilization. Wouldn't that be cool?"

"I don't think we'll find much on royal property that hasn't already been documented," Solomon admitted. Thanks to him, loose sand wasn't being blown every which way. He magically swept the bottom of the pit clean and continued, "but you never know! There could be an ancient artifact or two forgotten by time, just waiting to be discovered."

"That's the spirit!" "Now that's what I'm talkin' about!"

Leviathan and Mammon rallied with renewed gusto. Luke shouted at them when they caused a wall of sand to collapse and swallow up the area he had just uncovered.

"You have my permission to join us in digging up the beach," Diavolo stated with a wide grin that practically begged you to get in the hole. You considered it.

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Lucifer spending time at his piano in the music room, composing music. You don't know if he's figuring out an existing Devildom song or crafting his own personal creation. You just like to listen.

He'll plink at a few keys, seemingly at random while he hums to himself. His deep voice is an instrument of its own. It contrasts nicely with the high melodic notes of the piano.

When he's on to something, he'll strike several keys at once and begin singing in earnest. Just one or two lines. Over and over, fine tuning it to perfection.

When he finally finds what he's looking for, Lucifer starts from the top and launches into a full performance. His fingers effortlessly glide over the piano. He stops vocalizing and lets the piano sing for itself, filling the house with a beautiful cadence for all of thirty glorious seconds until he hits a key that sounds slightly off.

The music abruptly stops and his experimental plinking begins again.

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(based on this screenshot going around)

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The brothers concern you sometimes.

Belphegor and Asmodeus got into a fight one day. You don't know what started it, but you do know that the living room table was broken in half as a result. The couch cushions were torn to shreds. You had to stop them with your pacts until Lucifer arrived to dole out punishment and send them to their respective rooms.

Belphegor texted you a couple hours later.

"Don't look in any of the house's mirrors for a while."

No context, no explanation. You wanted to ask why but got distracted when another notification popped up. It contained a new message from Asmodeus.

"Heya! Sorry about earlier! We got a little rowdy there, didn't we? Anyway, I just wanted to know if you had a flamethrower I could borrow?"

You promptly responded, "I do not."

He read it, but Asmodeus didn't respond for a few minutes. You returned to Belphegor's message to seek clarification and had just hit send when Asmodeus' reply came in.

"Nevermind! Fire magic works wonders with my new hair spray."

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MC who goes about the Devildom as a human, but reverts back into a little sheep when their body perceives stress.

It's very inconvenient when you lose your DDD and are worried sick trying to find it, but your hands turn into hooves and you shrink into a tiny bovid creature. When you catch a cold, it can be a struggle to even crawl into bed. Watching really scary movies, getting chased by massive beasts, and using far too much magic at once have all triggered it.

Your professor at RAD once began collecting homework and you realized you forgot to do it. Mammon laughed so hard when you transformed that you both got extra homework that night.

You accompanied Barbatos on some errands despite feeling under the weather. "Are you alright? Would you like to rest?" he asked in genuine concern in the middle of a grocery store. "I'm fine," you answered, mere seconds before your body betrayed you and you bleated in shame.

You escaped a long, excruciatingly tedious lecture from Lucifer by turning into a sheep as he glowered at you. The callous way he glared sent shivers down your spine and your body reacted accordingly. Lucifer determined your fear was punishment enough and let you off easy. Satan and Belphegor were not so lucky.

Beelzebub ate the snack you were looking forward to eating and you got so upset that you turned into a sheep until he found a store that was open in the middle of the night and bought a replacement.

You almost missed your final exams of the semester because you forewent proper food and sleep for a week in favor of studying as much as possible. You were in a perpetual state of sheep. Diavolo nearly banned you from the campus until you were calm enough to turn back.

You and Leviathan were about to defeat the hidden boss of Dark Spirits 3, known for its legendary difficulty that only 0.5% of players can beat. It happened while you were trying to avoid the boss's last attack.

Asmodeus gave you a hug that was so tight you poofed right into a sheep. He proceeded to hug you harder (all while exclaiming, "You're just soooo cute!") and had to be pried off by his brothers.

One time you sneezed. It made you turn into a sheep.

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One time Solomon was teaching you magic, asking you to levitate to things at random.

An unlit candlestick. A pencil case. A bug on the windowsill.

"Ew, I'm not levitating that," you said. "It's gross."

The innocent Devildom bug minded its own business and continued to crawl around on its thirty-some little legs, oblivious to insults. Solomon, however, looked perplexed.

"Just levitate it like the other things. You don't need to touch it," he told you.

"My magic would be touching it," you responded.

"But you can't actually feel the bug through your magic, that's something far more advanced than your current level. You would be willing the forces of nature to lift it for you."

"I don't want to will the forces of nature to lift something gross. Why don't you do it?"

The teacher and his student had reached an impasse. Solomon opened his mouth to argue back, but closed it again in bewilderment. He was stumped.

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Mephistopheles and Diavolo stood in the corner of the RAD student council room. They appeared to be having a very serious conversation. Diavolo's brow was furrowed and Mephistopheles was frowning. They repeatedly stole glances at you before going back to their hushed talk. You tried not to let it bother you.

"Have you ever heard of this 'Laundro Matt' fellow before?" Mephistopheles asked.

Diavolo solumnly shook his head. "No, and I don't know why our exchange student would need to seek them out multiple times a month. Could they be displeased with something…?"

"Perish the thought!" Mephistopheles refused to believe Diavolo's meticulously curated exchange program was less than perfect. "You know how some denizens are. It's likely one of the lower demons up to no good."

"Perhaps. Nonetheless, I would like to know more about the situation. Mephisto, please keep looking into this. I will consult with Barbatos and see if he knows anything."

Mephistopheles' heels clicked against the floor as he adjusted his posture into a slight bow. "Of course, my lord."

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Lucifer's breathing was deep and calming. His chest rose and fell against your cheek as you pressed an ear to his shirt and allowed him to rub your back. His fingers trailed over your spine — down to your waist with a quick detour to the side of your ribs, back up to the knot at the base of your neck, then down again to repeat the journey.

Though he had the biggest bed in the house by far with plenty of space, it was fun to lay directly on top of Lucifer. You felt warm and safe. Unfortunately, you also felt the need to pee.

"Lucifer," you started.

"Hmm?"

"I'll be right back."

You didn't give a reason, though it was easy enough to guess. You reluctantly climbed off of him. The cold wooden floor made you shiver.

"Like, literally. Right back, okay? You can time me if you want." You began speed-walking to the doorway, but threw a glance back at Lucifer to make sure he was listening.

The demon was staring sleepily at his ceiling and replied, in a weary tone, "Go do what you need, but who knows what could happen if you keep me waiting too long?"

You hurried. Some time was wasted waiting for the water to warm up when washing your hands, but you otherwise returned to Lucifer's room in record time. You announced, "I'm back!" as you opened the door and headed straight to the bed.

Disbelief. Betrayal. You felt many different emotions.

Lucifer had rolled onto his side.

"Welcome back," he had the gall to say. He kept his eyes shut, but raised an arm for you to crawl under. As if being the little spoon was in any way comparable to being the blanket.

"What are you doing?" you asked frantically. "Where did my spot go?"

Lucifer flapped his hand. "It's right here. Hurry and get in before my arm gets sore."

"Noo!" You crawled in front of Lucifer and grabbed that arm. You had never been very successful at pushing the demons, they were like stubborn old boulders who refused to move unless they were playing along. Nonetheless, you attempted to push Lucifer back in place. He opened his eyes and stared at you with those blood red irises that glinted in the dim candlelight. He didn't budge.

"Be good and come back to bed," he ordered.

"It's not the same!" you insisted, putting your whole weight against him. He had to be using magic, or something. The man was locked in place, even when you pushed with all the might you had. "Ack!"

You toppled over. Lucifer went on the offensive and pinned you to the mattress with his arm. He was finally tired of holding it up, and decided it was less exhausting to just sweep it around your torso and hold you down.

He grabbed a good handful of skin, enjoying your warmth once again against the palm of his hand. Lucifer nuzzled his face against the back of your head and pulled you against him while you squirmed and complained in protest. "I wanted to be on top! I liked what we had before!"

"Well, I'd like to sleep like this tonight," he stated, the breath from his voice heating up your ear. "We can try your way again tomorrow."

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"Satan..."

The name came out as an exasperated sigh. Even in your groggy, barely awake state, you could tell something was wrong. Something rigid was propped against your back. Despite your best efforts to ignore it, the item shifted every minute or two.

You asked, "Are you using me as a book stand?"

There was silence, as though Satan was also asleep. You couldn't see him behind you, but you knew he was awake. He just turned a page 20 seconds ago. You felt it.

You pressed for an answer by adding, "Again?"

"...No."

You begrudgingly rolled over so you could at least look Satan in the eye while he lied to your face.

"A-ah! Wait," he panicked. Too little, too late.

Pages of his new novel were crushed out of shape under your weight and the book's pointy spine dug into your shoulder blade. It was thicker than you thought and made for a horrible back pillow. You winced and scooted closer to Satan, nosing your face into his chest while elbowing the book away until it teetered on the edge the bed.

Satan wrapped his arms around you lovingly and rubbed the fresh sore spot on your back while he grumbled, "I just bought that this morning."

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It's your wedding day with Leviathan. Everyone you hold dear is in attendance, and everything is absolutely perfect. You've just finished your vows. It's time to seal everything with a kiss.

Leviathan is nervous, but determined. He grabs you by the shoulders before he leans in for the kiss. His grip on you is strong, but not painful.

"Relax, dude!" Mammon shouts at him from the first row of pews. "You're already at the altar, they ain't gonna run away!"

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"Simeon, you've been on your phone a lot today," you noticed.

It was unusual behavior for someone who preferred the old fashioned way of doing things. His DDD kept chiming and he would spend several minutes typing out a brief reply, smiling all the while.

Simeon looked genuinely surprised to hear that. "Oh! Sorry, I didn't realize. I guess I've been texting a lot today. Just let me finish this message, I'll let them know I'm busy."

"Who is it?" you asked. You thought you knew all of Simeon's close friends, and most of his Devildom acquaintances.

"My new friend. They aren't able to call, so we've been texting like this."

He proceeded to spend two minutes pulling up their picture. It was a very attractive, rather androgynous looking demon. Their fashion resembled Asmodeus' on club night and they were striking a rather bold, provocative pose that showed off their many tattoos and piercings. They were really hot. So much so, that the more you stared, the more you believed the photo was fake.

You raised an eyebrow and looked at the angel. "That's your new friend?"

"Don't worry, it's not what you think." Simeon smiled. It was clear he only had eyes for you. "At first they had the wrong number. They were trying to contact somebody else, but we got to talking and they were happy to make a new friend."

He tried to close the picture and somehow turned his phone off. It was for the best.

"So, what do you and your new friend talk about?" you pried. This whole scenario felt off.

Simeon mistook your suspicion for jealousy and it only made you more endearing. "Would you like me to give you their number? I think they'd be happy to talk with you, but I don't want my competition to increase any further."

That made you chuckle. "I'm good. I just want to know about your friend."

"They seem like a very lonely person," he admitted. "They text me a lot at night, and send me a lot of photos. We've gotten very close over the last couple of days. Apparently they're from a great noble family! Though, they have also mentioned some... struggles. You see, they need 300,000 grimm by the end of the month or they're going to lose their home. I was planning on talking to Barbatos this evening to find some local low-cost housing options for them."

"A-hah." You nodded. As expected.

You didn't know how to break the news to Simeon that his newfound friend was a conniving scammer. This would have to be conveyed gently, and more importantly, he needed to be armed with the skills to avoid these scams in the future.

You stood up and grabbed Simeon's hand. He returned the gesture by wrapping his fingers around yours. You told him, "I think that's a great idea. Barbatos will have good advice, let's go talk to him now."

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"Lucifer dotes on you so much," Diavolo noted with a laugh. "It's actually making me a little jealous!"

"I do not," Lucifer rebutted. He sliced into a tender cut of steak with slightly more force than he had previously, just to drive home his point. The meat was overflowing with juices and the scent of herbs. It looked so soft, a knife wasn't even necessary. The thought of a single bite melting on your tongue made your mouth water.

"Lucifer, perhaps I could be of assistance? You should taste your meal before it gets cold," Barbatos offered. He had just replenished the wine in Diavolo's glass and ensured your cup was similarly topped up. Everything for dinner had been served. The butler was left with nothing to do.

"That won't be necessary. Here, I'm finished. You can enjoy now."

Lucifer turned the plate and passed it over to you. The fine porcelain made a soft thud as it landed on the tablecloth. Your whole steak was cut into perfect little bite-sized pieces.

Diavolo watched with amusement as Lucifer began cutting up his own steak into much larger bites. The corners of his lips were turned up as he chewed.

"Yeah, this doesn't count as doting at all," you commented. It got a chuckle from the palace duo.

Lucifer shot you a glare, warning you to stay quiet, that was in odd contrast to his actions. He had pulled your chair out before you sat down, and pushed you in after you took a seat. Short of actually feeding you himself, Lucifer was most definitely doting on you.