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lovetei · 2 months

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I have been obsessed with Cell Block Tango recently, I always love stuff with the brothers reacting to Mc performing soo...

Could you write headcanons or a drabble about the brothers (Mammon, Leviathan and Beelzebub especially) reacting to mc performing Cell Block Tango?? Thanks!!! ^^

I love cell block Tango 🙈

And I hope you don't mind but I made this like the first part of the Idol AU

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IDOL!MC: If you had been there, if you had seen it! I bet ya, you would have done the same!

Warnings: Suggestive themes, fake personality, foul language, back stage work, dark side of idol industry

Links: Masterlist

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You ended up taking the request on

You mean, it's hundreds of millions for just some short performance plus the birthday is private

Earning that would take months if you decided to keep your head high and refuse

And it benefits you so why not just accept right?

You'll earn hundreds of millions

And you'll increase your popularity among the socialites

"Who are the guests?" I asked as my make up artist add the final touches "The seven avatars, the prince of hell is together with his butler, the exchange students excluding the young angel, the heir of the greatest noble clan, mephistopheles, the reaper and some other nobles."

The make up artist smiled at you and signaled to leave after she's done with your make up "Damn this shit down to the dirtiest ring of hell." You cussed out as you slammed your hand to the table.

"Karasu." You called your assistants name "I can do this right?" You asked as you looked back at him with pure fear and hatred on your eyes that just makes his stomach feel butterflies "Of course..." He answered with such a love sick look.

You looked back at the mirror when suddenly hands appeared from your behind and crept itself up to your oh so precious face, pulling the corners of your lips upward to force a smile out.

"Smile now, dearest." You saw Karasu smiling through the mirror "The show is about to start." He reminded "Give them a good look of this now." He said as his hands fall from your lips to your neck and to your sides before squeezing your waist.

Inside the grand hall though, the greatest of the great are waiting for this so called monster that got almost everyone captivated.

The lower nobles are on the floor sitting on their assigned seats in a circular table.

And the higher ups are on the internal balconies.

A total of thirteen balconies sorrounding the whole hall with Levi sitting on the middle one.

And at the middle there sits a large circular platform where you will perform at and it's surrounded with some glass to prevent the audience from coming up the stage.

Lucifer is intrigued. His dear brother, Leviathan, have never asked for anything until now. He never even wanted to host a celebration for his birthday.

So when they had dinner and Levi decided to discuss this matter to everyone, they all dropped silent. The funds for this event is also extremely high as it only happens sometimes.

And he even requested a gift? "And what could you possibly want?" He asked with a smirk displayed on his face. He loved every moment on his life whenever one of his brothers show this much pride.

"Ah..." He mumbled knowingly after he made Asmodeus show him a picture of this idol Leviathan specifically asked for to perform on his birthday.

The first songs started off as innocent, not until the lights in the room turned red "Hmm?" Diavolo muttered as he noticed how the glass sorrounding the platform changed and got replaced by bars.

"How can I get them to perform for me, Lucifer?" Oh... So this idol is the currently the apple of everyone eyes?

"Slip some change and I can assure you this demon will be dancing on your lap by the end of the night." He even teased.

"And for the last performance..!" The deep voice of the host announced "The cell block Tango!" He added before red lights appeared and your silhouette is the only thing they can see.

"Is this an unreleased song..?" Levi asked himself as he eyed all of your curves before shifting uncomfortably on his seat.

You decided this, with the short span of time given to you to prepare you still managed to create a song that will be the dark horse of the night and that song is this.

Gladly, the performance ended nicely.

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LUCIFER

His face is not showing any signs of discontentment

Instead, it's showing interest

On you specifically

Who would have thought that Leviathan knew someone like you?

He can't help but smirk at the sight of your silhouette in the red light.

Who would have thought that a mere doll like you would catch his attention?

And maybe if you play nice, he might even give you what you want.

MAMMON

He swore to himself that you'll actually be the first demon to ever have him throwing money for you

The way you would look at him from down the stage and wink at him is enough signal

Maybe after the show he'll come and meet you backstage?

Ask for a small private performance if possible

LEVIATHAN

He knew that this was the right and wrong move at the same time

Introducing someone like you will surely peak their interest

But that interest will have you included in their business, in his business

So now, he just sit quietly in his seat as he heard the butler open the door and say "MC have come to you and asked for a private audience..."

He just smirked as he looked down at the people in the hall "Send them in." Is what he replied.

SATAN

The way you have kept eye contact with him as you did a part of the routine

The way he would follow your movements as he tilted his head signaled that you have had him interested in you

He may not have you now, but he'll make sure to have his hands in you

Maybe even more?

ASMODEUS

It sure is not his first time seeing you

Everything going on in the trending list is watched by Asmodeus

And you sure caught his eyes

A young demon being the first idol in Devildom?

What a surprise.

Maybe he'll invite you for a collab or an interview later on after this event

Then maybe you can visit his room once the job is finished?

BEELZEBUB

Who is this demon?

Your face is not that familiar...

So he looked around and saw everyone else captivated

Even Belphie

So when he looked back at you

He finally felt something strange

He should meet you back stage to ask you what you did to make him feel that way...

BELPHEGOR

He's chuckling

He's intrigued

All he can say is that you better make sure what you're getting yourself in

Because the moment he got his hands on you

Those chains and bars won't be props attached to you anymore.

#obey me #obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me nightbringer #obey me scenarios #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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irishmammonagenda · 2 months

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hiiii ! ^_^ I love your writing sm

I was listening to music just relax, and randomly I thought of MC with "You're loosing me" AND I HAD TO SHARE IT WITH SOMEONE. Especially from minute 3:00 to the end 😭😭😭😭 imagine a fic inspired in that song with a traumatized mc after their death 🥲

hiya!! i'm so glad 🫶🫶🫶🫶 tbh i dont really listen to taylor so i had to look up this one, but oml it kinda does fit MC sm???!!!

honestly tysm for the ask, i don't normally write seriousish fics so this was a fun change grma <3

ALSO IM SO SORRY THE TITLES SO CRINGE I COULDNT THINK OF A GOOD ONE

Surface Tension- Obey Me x Reader

Summary: MC died 😱 and reincarnated as a demon, only their death affected them more than they thought. Word Count: 2.8k+ Warnings: Mentions of Death, leans more into Lucifer x Reader, especially at the end. (i am so sorry abt that I had no idea where this fic was going myself tbh) Descriptions of drowning. Hurt/Comfort? I have no idea how to write trauma I am so sorry, (this isn't apart of my 'Death is a Debatable thing Au) dividers are a mixmatch of ones by @plum98 @isisjupiter and @cafekitsune bc im indecisive

The thing you missed most were your pact marks. Intricate designs etched into your skin, that shone the colours of the people you loved, a reminder you were someone. You had something. A security blanket of sorts. Now they were gone, clear glass sin, almost poreless, uncanny replaced the lines and marks and humans´ perfect imperfection that provided a canvas for the hues that you were sure had painted your heart.

It hurt.

You fiddle with your hands, trying to contain the urge to just...pop. The horns and the tail had been disorienting to get used to. You still preferred your 'human' form, the only issue was controlling it. It would come with time, or so everyone had told you.

They told you a lot of things would come with time. You weren't so hopeful.

"I....it's just-" you flick your gaze around the room, looking anywhere but the demon in there with you. "...the dying part..."

"The dyin' part..." Mammon sits by your side, ever your first man, his eyes gaze at you, so loving, so adoring, it hurts your heart. "I don't understand the dyin' MC....I couldn't never understand the dyin'...." He brings a hand to rest on yours hesitantly, his false bravado nowhere to be found.

"I know you don't Mams..." You meet his gaze, his eyes as blue as the sky on a summer's day, warmer than the sun, and softer than silk when he looks into yours.

"It doesn' mean I won't try te....understand...I mean." He clears is throat awkwardly. "There's nothin' I wouldn't do for ye...not now not ever."

Your heart feels heavy.

Rushing water beats against porcelain. Steam slowly rose in swirls as the bathtub filled up. You fold your towels and set them by the sink beside the clothes you had set out. Pulling the satin robe that was a gift from a certain Asmodeus, you placed it on one of the hooks on the door, before twisting the taps to a stop. You submerged yourself into the warm water, your tense muscles relaxing as you leaned backwards in the tub from where you were sitting, legs touching the bottom of the porcelain.

It had been so long.

So long since you were able to just relax like this. You loved the brothers and the others, but sometimes you needed the solitude of your own thoughts. That wasn’t to say Asmo’s self care nights weren’t relaxing.

You sighed.

The water enveloped you, you had leaned back enough to where your head had begun to submerge. All was well. The water was warm, your muscles slowly relaxed, along with the rest of your body. Your eyes slowly blinked closed.

All was fine. Your relaxed muscles let your head fall back. All was well. Your ears were now submerged. All was fine.

Except it wasn’t. A switch had flicked. Your eyes shot wide open. You could no longer feel the bottom of the porcelain bathtub, panic and dread tugged at your arteries, squeezing your jugular. You flailed and thrashed your limbs, your head dipped under for a millisecond.

Clear water turned murky.

Your arms burnt after another weak attempt, head breaking the stormy surface of the lough for a moment; only a moment. Hardly long enough to draw a breath. Your eyes stung. Your throat ached, desperation choked at your airways.

You found yourself submerged again. The currents slammed into rocks. Your hair rose upwards, strands sticking to your face like some sort of seaweed, hindering your vision as the waves flung you against hard rock. Your hands clawed at the stone, too slippery to catch a grip. The stormy water slammed you against another rock. You broke the horrid surface of the water, gasping and spluttering. Your throat burned like sinners in the 7th circle of hell. You just barely gasped in a morsel of oxygen before being dragged under by the force of the waves.

You were slammed mercilessly into another hard wall of stone, your attempts at clawing for a grip so desperate you drew blood at your fingertips.

You had survived demons, witches, angels. You had survived hell. Yet earth would be the one to take you out, so it seemed. You couldn’t hold your breath any longer, your mouth opened. You inhaled desperately, lungs aching for air. Water filled them instead.

You gasped and spluttered. The surface of the water too rough to do a dead man’s float without risking your life further. The waves smacked you against hard rock once more, eroding at your hopes for survival.

This was it.

You were going to die. You’re drowning. You’ve drowned.

The last thing you felt before you succumbed to the wild waves was the dull glow of your pact marks. With the last of your strength, you let out a silent scream, submerged by the water.

You screamed. Frenzied hands pull your sobbing form out of the clear water of the bath pulling your soaked, sobbing form to their chest. You gasp for air, lungs burning.

“MC! Y-you’re fine! Don’t worry…you’re okay…you’re okay…!” An uncharacteristically frenzied Beel holds you to his chest, massive arms enveloping you, he cards a gentle hand through your hair as you sob and upheave, your chest tight and your breath running from you. “You’re okay MC….follow my breathing…”

Hardly hearing him, you comply either way. Matching the breaths of the sixth born, your heart rate begins to slow, your breathing begins to even. Eventually, you sit wrapped in the arms of the Avatar of Gluttony, breathing deeply and slowly, your heart rate slowed, your sobs quitened to the occasional sniffle, the tightness in your chest remains.

You chuckle humourlessly. “I’m sorry Beel….got your clothes all wet.”

Beel shakes his head seriously, eyes on yours. “It’s never a problem. Not if it’s you MC.” He stands up with you still in his arms. Carefully, the redhead sets you down on your two feet. Strong hands on either side of you, a stabliser. “C’mon…let’s get you dressed MC…can you stand?”

Slowly you nod.

That night you found yourself in the living room, Belphie asleep, head on your shoulder. Mammon splayed across your lap, Asmo’s arm around your waist, Beel was on the other side of his twin, but held your hand, rubbing soothing circles subconsciously into your palm. Levi sat on the ground, switch in hand, cheek leaning against your thigh. Satan and Lucifer sat on the nearest armchairs though they sat facing opposite each other, Lucifer half reading official documents, half watching the show his brothers and little human demon were watching, Satan doing the exact same, except his reading material was a book.

You weren't sure how or if they knew what had happened an hour prior, but you were sure they knew this would cheer you up in some capacity.

You squeezed Beel’s hand, the knot in your chest coming undone just enough you feel light.

The transition from Human to Demon was a hard one to get used to, one thing that hadn't changed however; were the balls hosted by Lord Diavolo. The only difference being that now you sported curved horns on the top of your head. You quickly found that Asmo liked to decorate them with little trinkets.

Which he had done today, as well as helping you pick out your outfit for the ball. You gave a twirl in one of his full length mirrors.

"Thanks Asmo I love it." You smile, messing with an ornament on your horn. Those are taking a while to get used to.

Asmodeus laughs gleefully, waving his hand. "It was nothing darling. I'd love to do it again! Oh...~ You look so gorgeous...." He says dreamily before he turns back to his makeup, carefully lining his lips in a dark pink.

You blush at the praise before leaving the room, not wanting to risk being (fashionably) late.

"MC!" Lord Diavolo greets cheerfully, pulling you in for a hug against his bare, tanned chest. The gold in his eyes and horns glow like fire in the light of the ballroom. "I'm so glad you could make it! You look stunning!" He laughs, strong arms wrapping tighter around you.

You smile, "I'm glad to be here, Dia."

"I'm glad..." He says softer now. If the both of your words were an innuendo, neither of you pointed it out.

Barbatos appears silently at the left hand side of the Demon Prince, shaking your hand, you give him a sweet smile.

You barely get to greet him before the Demon Butler swiftly makes his way across the ballroom, and out of the glazed, oak door that led to a short corridor and then led to the kitchens.

After more peasant conversation with Diavolo, another Demon Noble had arrived, the scarlet haired prince pouted at the thought of leaving you before waving and making his way towards one of Hell's Aristocrats.

You wave him goodbye, you scan the Ballroom, eyes locking with violet ones. The seventh born gives a small smirk, lazily making his way toward you.

Belphegor had seen your dreams. He had felt the water pool into your lungs, the air escaping your grasp, the harsh bruising of the rocks you were slammed into.

He saw every dream, tried to stop them from reaching you. Sometimes he failed, your mind wanted to return to that moment. To pick it apart, to relive what it didn't understand itself, to find an impossible answer.

Sometimes your mind, your wonderful, horribly beautiful mind; would be too adamant, would loop back to it.

He didn't protect you. Not when he first betrayed you, not when he crushed your bones in his grip.

He couldn't protect you. Not when you were flung from rock to rock, sharp edges digging into fragile skin. Not when water burnt through your throat like fire.

He couldn't protect you. Not when your dreams bypassed his control. Not when the thin threads of your trauma induced nightmares slipped through the cracks.

The Avatar of Sloth could only do so much, yet, it never felt like enough. He couldn't protect you.

"Hey Belph!" You grin, closing the distance between the two of you. "You seem distracted, whats up?"

Belphegor snaps out of it, lips upturning. "Oh nothing, I just thought of something for the Anti-Lucifer League....What about you, MC, enjoying yourself?"

"For the most part yeah! But I haven't seen Mammon anywhere...." You say thoughtfully before deadpanning. "He's going to be strung up upside down by tomorrow morning, isn't he?"

"Yep."

Hours passed, a sleeping Belphegor had been handed over to Beelzebub, who was currently carrying his twin home. You were tempted to ask to join, but decided against it.

You weren't made of glass, you had agency. You could handle a silly ball.

Standing in one of the corners, beverage in hand, you'd elected to just people watch for a while.

Levi sat semi-hidden by a curtain at the grand window, switch in hand, noise cancelling headphones in, no doubt reaching the end of his social battery.

Satan stood at the other side of the Grand Hall, talking with contacts and connections you couldn't recognise. Golden blond hair perfectly in place. Asmo must've fixed it up for him.

Speaking of Asmo, he was on the dance floor with various succubi, giggling, smiling, and just in general being a social butterfly.

Mammon however, was still no where to be seen. Probably looking for treasure. Classic Mams. You smile to yourself.

Lucifer stood, being entertained by admirorers of all shapes and sizes. You stiffened.

Sometimes you forgot the brothers were Hell's Most Eligible Bachelors. It was easy to forget, seeing as you lived with them, and they were all idiots.

You could feel Levi's worried eyes on you none the less. Your stomach twisted with his sin, orange as a yolk, what came first? the chicken or the egg? You didn’t know nor did you care. Why would Lucifer choose you anyway? A weak human demon who couldn’t even survive a…-

You gripped your drink tightly, knuckles lightening. You took a sip, but with your tense muscles, the liquid burnt its way down the wrong side of your throat.

You spluttered.

Even the droplet. Even the sip. It grew, multiplied even, filling your lungs like goop, you gasped for air. The ballroom flooded a murky green. Stumbling, you pushed through the oak door to the hallway, where it was quieter.

Your heart beat out of your chest, your breathing was laboured, leaning against the wall, you lost your boyancy, dripping down until you sat on the ground, knees to your chest.

You stayed like that for a moment, catching your breath, engaging your senses.

Three things you could hear;

Idle chatter from the ballroom, completely muffled by the heavy wooden door and stone walls. Your own laboured breathing, although it was catching up to you. The blood rushing in your ears, evaporating from a rapid raging river to a small sparkling stream.

Three things you could see;

The stone wall, dark liath limestone blocks and bricks melded together, midievil in their design, they reflected the light of the overheard torches in a subtle, orange glow. The glazed panes of a glass window, the moon shone bright tonight, as it always did in the Devildom. You liked to think it was watching over you. Maybe it was.

If you turnt your head to the left, an archway was visible, a simple one. It dug into the stone wall and ceiling, pushing against the internal structures, standing out whilst holding together.

You continued your listing, smell and taste were ruled out, on account of you not being able to taste, and there not being any real noticable smells.

Three things you could feel;

The fabric of the clothes Asmo chose for you streched on your skin, the seams digging into your thighs where you sat on the ground.

The stone floor, hard and cold, even with the layers you had on, you shivered ever so slightly.

And lastly, you could feel the phantom ache of pact marks long faded, your heart heart, though it had stopped beating out of your chest. You felt calmer, more in control, yet still;

You sniffled.

After all; you didn’t have the best track record for keeping your head above water.

That’s how Lucifer found you. The door hissing open and his signature boots clacking softly along the ground announced his presence.

“MC, my love, are you alright?” He raises an eyebrow, The Avatar if Pride putting his aside and hunkering down so that he was more or less eye level with you, concern pooled in his expression. He reached a gloved hand out and caressed your cheek.

You nod, croaking out an "I'm okay now..."

"Are you sure, my darling?" The first born looks into your tired eyes, before tilting his head, asking for permission. You grant it.

He pulls you in for a hug.

"What upset you, dove?" He asks softly, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

"I-...I just feel like I've...like I've lost you all...and myself I guess...It sounds stupid! I know...but I just...-"

Lucifer hushes you, "Nothing you could say could ever sound stupid. He pauses. "Unless you're with Mammon...or planning something with Satan and Belphie."

That squeezes a giggle out of you. He smiles, tilting his head, a strand of raven hair falling ever so out of place at the movement, crimson eyes stare into yours.

"But that's not all, is it, dear?"

You mumble something unintelligible, but count on Lucifer Morningstar to hear it. "Have I told you yet? That you look absolutely gorgeous tonight, MC?" He asks in all seriousness. You avert your gaze.

He grabs your chin softly, "I'm serious, Darling. You're the best person at this ball, the best thing that has ever happened to my brothers...to me. Sometimes I feel you truly don't realise that...seems I must take care to remind you more often, my love."

You try to speak, but the air swallows up your words, your mouth open and gaping like a fish.

Lucifer's lips quirk up, he pulls you closer to his chest. You lean into him, giving a weak smile, ear pressed against his breast, listening to his heartbeat.

You felt calm; content even,

T he hug wasn't a fix it all. It wasn't some magic wand that had been waved, you weren't suddenly better. You were still traumatised, that emptiness, though dull, still ached in your heart, along with the places on your body the bright beautiful symbols of your pacts had been sketched onto your skin.

The hug was comforting none-the-less. Lucifer was impossibly gentle. He would cradle the ashes until you built yourself back up again in his arms, phoenixes need time to adjust before they can spread their wings, after all.

It would be hard. It would be so so difficult, so taxing, to rise from the ashes once more, to thrive again, but you had an army of idiots that loved you, who would go to the ends of the earth just to see you smile. It wasn't okay yet, you weren't 'fixed', you wouldn't be for a long time but you had years upon years, decades upon decades, centuries upon centuries.

i physically cannot write anything overly angsty bc im a wee softie smh this took me ages i am so sorry abt that </3 also i had another ask that i started planning out halfway through writing this and the contrast in the tone i was going for is so funny🧍‍♂️

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2smolbeans · 2 months

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Thinking about the replacement student from that AU you wrote. Thinking about how it must have felt, to so suddenly go from mundane life to being deeply, obsessively loved. Thinking about how, to some people, that would be so /addicting/. Thinking about how they could have found out they��re nothing more than a prop, a test for MC. Thinking about how far they might be willing to go in order to feel that way again, to be loved like that again. I have… many thoughts about this lol

How the "Replacement" student felt after realising they were only a tool to test Mc

Yandere Obey Me Brothers x Mc (Replaced Au)

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Tags: Implied nsfw, self-loathing, envy, replacement goes from hating you to being happy that they're not you, possessiveness, mentioned waterboarding, character backstory, story lore, just some light hearted stuff overall ^^

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So for background, let's get to know our 'rival student'. In most of the Obey Me Replaced Aus, the rival student is always this perfect person who someone managed to bewitch the brothers and someone who wanted the worst for Mc. But this rival student, Alex, isn't what you expect. You see, Alex was your typical geek, always on her phone, scrolling, reading her books about fictional fantasy love interests, stealing away the main character into their magical world. When she was in her second year in college, she happened to come across an attractive man sitting behind a booth that showed an opportunity to study abroad. Seeing how no one was bothering to look at the table, she saw this as an opportunity! The more she talked and got to know the man, the more interested she was in this program. I mean living expenses, costs, and free money?! Why wouldn't she consider taking the exchange program? They're practically paying anyone who signs up!

So after grabbing the man's email and talking back and forth, she was able to read over the consent forms, the legal contracts, yada yada- and signed them all. After the transportation process and the whatnot, here she was at Devildom! At first, she had no idea where she was, infact she was mortified once she realised that she was in hell (or at least a certain part of it). But after the introduction and the promise of safety, especially after seeing some angels walking around- she was able to adjust! So what happened when she met the brothers? Well, she wasn't dumb. She knew these were the seven deadly sins just by seeing how they interacted with each other and hearing them bicker each others names. So, knowing the seven deadly sins, she kept her distance. She heard that there was supposed to be a human around in the house, but no matter how hard she looked - for some reason, she couldn't find you. It was like you were hidden..

As days went by, she noticed a few things. She noticed how the seven lords argued about some sort of 'schedule' that they seemed very competitive over. She noticed the way they were really..Well she couldn't explain it. But they were intense. Their aura alone was suffocating to be around. It was like they were ready to snap at any moment. They were friendly, but in a way that she knew if she pressed any further in a conversation, they would simply stare into her soul with an expression that would send her into a primal fear.

Eventually, after a while- she started to warm up to the brothers. She couldn't recall how or why, but it just happened! They connected so well that she almost forgot that they were the seven deadly sins! During this time, she had actually seen you from the corner of her eye. But if she was being honest, she was too distracted from all the exciting moments the brothers would entangle her in. She had never felt so..Loved before. The feeling of someone always validating your emotions, someone to call out to, someone to be in sync with. It was like her prayers had finally been answered! There was one time you had tried reaching out to her, but she was so entranced by the brothers and their tempting offers of intimacy- she might've brushed you off.

But of course, all things don't last forever - and I guess that's where the rose tinted glasses came off and realilty began to settle in. In reality, the brothers didn't love her. Of course, there had to be a motive behind all those gifts. Demons always have a motive, after all. And that motive so happened to be you. She was just a prop, a tool, an example to be made out of for you. Once she realised that, she grew bitter. It was terrifying how fast they were able to drop the act and reveal their true nature. She felt fooled, helpless, and pitiful. She played the role perfectly. The human fooled by sin.

So when she saw you being bombarded with the love she once had, she grew jealous of you. While you ungratefully received the love she wanted, she got the cold shoulder and mockings. While you would hide and try to blend in with the crowd, she would put herself out there and try over and over again to get their attention. Eventually, she felt the shame rush over her as she realised her desperation and pitiful attempts to win the 7 lords back. That still didn't stop her from hating you, though. She knows it was childish at first, but she despised you. What did you have that she didn't? Why were these unearthly lords so obsessed with you? Why couldn't anyone love her like they loved you..? Don't you see how lucky you are? It's not fair.

So, for a period of time, she was filled with envy. So much envy and bitterness that Leviathan himself would often feed off from her jealousy and snicker at her pathetic state.

Now, did Alex- this 'replacement student get over her grudge? Yes. But in an unfortunate way. After a period of self-loathing and wrath against you, she realised how much freedom was held back against you.

She noticed the markings of their packs littered across your body, she espically took note on how the eldest brother Lucifer would make sure to that your clothes would reveal those certain areas, even if it came off as..Exposing. She saw the way Mammon would cling onto you painfully tight. She recalled how uncomfortable you looked when his claws would push against your hip a little too hard. She remembered the time when she saw Leviathan drowning a poor angel that you talked to from one of your classes while you cried and begged for him to stop. She could remember the way he nonchalantly went on his phone while his tail wrapped around their body, pushing them up and down for long periods of time against the cold waves- only stopping when you agreed to his request with a smile on his face. There were nights where she'd hear you screaming in Asmodeus's room..Though she doesn't really want to talk about that..To save you dignity of course..She also doesn't look at Asmodeus's devilgrams as well for those reasons...Yeahh..She could go on a whole tangent about what she's seen, but she knows it's enough for her to realise that she really dodged a bullet. This was a blessing in disguise! A lesson to be learned!

So Alex stops trying to get attention on herself and continues on with her life. Learning witchcraft, magic, and the education that hell had to offer. She's still trying to get over that awful feeling of betrayal and jealousy. But the more she looks into their eyes, the more she realises how severe the situation is. Especially when one night, Belphegor had visited her dreams and gave her a nice little 'warning'. (She now tries to avoid sleeping as much as possible and has scars all over her body)

So every time you go missing and the brothers ask where you are. She'll just point to where she saw you run off and hide away somewhere to avoid seeing what happens next. Overall, when it comes to finding that love again and dealing with the losses, she copes in many ways. Either imagining scenarios in her head of what could've been or journaling in her book. But if you were to ask her if she would steal the brothers away from you, her answer would be an immediate no.

She couldn't imagine going through what you have to go through. At this point, it's a "love them, not me!" situation. So for now, please leave her alone, let her deal with her heartbreak, and just don't pull her into your circle of hungry demons.. Please.

A/N: Funfact, Mc had once snuck in a "help me" note to the replacement student. The replacement student in question ripped the note and pretended like nothing happened! It's not her fault that when you gave her the note that Beel was breathing down her neck!

Also.. Alex was given consent forms and an early notice about arriving at RAD. You? You didn't have that luxury..

Surprisingly, Satan and Lucifer are chill with her since they know that she understands the circumstance and plays by the rules. Because of this, she made a request to move to the house of purgatory in the guise of "not being in the way."

Mc tries to reach out to the replacement student because they know that Lucifer and Satan are on good terms with them..

But thanks for the ask!! If anyone has any questions or specific scenes they want out of my Yandere Obey Me Replaced Au-, let me know!

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dabiscrustyfeet · 2 months

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ℝ𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕄ℂ 𝔸𝕌

So I know its been like ages, since this au [and since i posted and for that i am sorry] but you know how we have the replaced mc au that was going on for a bit, and how mc gets replaced by either a two faced person or a genuinely sweet person [though that was very rare in the ones I’ve read], and it takes them along time to trust the brothers again right? You know what I haven’t seen yet? The brothers being completely uninterested / weirded out by the person that’s meant to ‘replace’ mc [whether mc realises and is smug about trying hard to get the approval of them or not is up to you]

I think we’re forgetting how the brothers were like before they trusted us completely. They were all pretty closed off [mammon and asmo are whole other cases], especially lucifer. Plus the amount of times that mc almost, y’know, DIED, and the one time we actually did. I don’t think the brothers would be so quick to trust someone new that easily, especially belphie and luci. Also mc has pacts with all seven of them. ALL. SEVEN. Including lucifer and mr I’m-gonna-commit a-worldwide-massacre-cuz-humans. I think that goes without saying that they will do the most for mc and I don’t think they would follow a random person and be at their beck and call, unless they’re mc.

Damn… now I kinda wanna write something on this, should I?

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #obey me beelzebub #obey me crack #obey me replaced mc au #obey me swd #shall we date obey me #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me belphegor #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke

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astaroth1357 · 4 months

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Flipping the Script: Leviathan Progression (Human World AU)

Previously: After a baggage mishap at the airport, you and your cosplay group found the perfect replacement for your Lord of Shadows! Rejoice, as now a demon has your number! (Not that you know that)

Contents: Second person (you), fluff, MC is an otaku, MC is down bad, mutual pining between idiots

Part One, Part Two (You are here), Part Three (Coming Soon)...

~♡♡♡~

Levi met up with you and your team for the photoshoot that day, and it couldn’t have gone better!

As promised, you spent your first visit to the vendors room with him as part of his compensation for helping you out. What you hadn’t expected was for him to be quite so funny during your time together.

He had an infectious energy about him… Especially when talking about the shows and hobbies that he liked to indulge in. Coincidently, they happened to line up with a lot of your interests as well, so there was a nearly endless conversations between you two.

By the time the rest of your team tracked you down to do a scheduled fan signing, you and Levi had already gotten lunch at a themed café and exchanged online handles to play games together back at the hotel. Then they had to sit and suffer through you rambling about just how sweet and hilarious he was...

Even after the convention, the two of you kept up a very steady contact. Weekly game nights were an absolute must and he occasionally would join chats with you if you decided to stream. Leviachan, as you'd happily begun to call him, became a fast regular in your DMs and on your chat history.

You were surprised that for all of Levi's skill, he didn’t have the same kind of social media presence that you had to share his cosplay. You offered multiple times to bring him in for collabs together, but…

Well, Levi was always super cagey with you about just WHERE he lives or even where he was born in! When you first asked, he said it was, “J-just a small place somewhere out there! Nowhere important.”

To some extent, you understood his desire for privacy, so you've never really pried, but it still felt so odd that he wouldn’t even give you a country… Not even a time zone! Whenever you wanted to call him, he’d always just “up.” Did he ever sleep??

What information you could gain from him was mainly family-related. He had six brothers, no Mom, and an estranged Dad. The one you saw on the day you met him, Malcolm, was the second oldest and their relationship seemed… complicated.

It wasn’t until you both decided to do a video call to play a game he sent you that you got to first meet the others...

You had your computer booting up the copy of Demonlands 2 that Levi sent for you to play while the window for your video call rang for him to pick up. It was another typical Friday game night for you, though you decided not to stream in favor of having a chill night of fun with Levi. He had been talking up this as one of his comfort games for a long while, though you had never heard of it yourself, so when he offered to give you copy you sprang for it! Over the months you’d gotten to know the shy otaku, you’d learned to put paramount trust in his recommendations. He really knew his stuff, anime AND game-wise, so listening to him was like having your own personal guru.

You slid your headphones on and got comfortable in your chair right as Levi’s end picked up and the corner of your monitor displayed the smiling face of the man who'd quickly grown to become your best friend. The ambient blue light of his room tinged the violet in his hair a shade of indigo, but left the sunset shade of his eyes more or less intact. You'd already expressed some jealousy to Levi over his sweet setup... what parts of it he's been willing to show you anyway. He'd given you the digital tour of his figurines, manga, and games collections, as well as showing you little Henry. You had no idea someone would commit to an aquatic aesthetic so hard that they’d actually sleep in a bathtub, but at the same time it felt so very… Levi. Nothing in his bedroom was like anything you'd ever seen before, like, who actually sleeps next to an aquarium tank?? Maybe his family were the eccentric type…

“Hey, Y/n! Sorry that I'm picking up late.”

“No, it’s fine! I was grabbing a snack earlier. Did something happen?”

“No, nothing important.”

You watched Levi start checking over his monitor through the screen while mindlessly twisting the black wire of your headphones between your fingertips. When you first started to play games together, these little silences between you would feel awkward and Levi would scramble to get find anything he could to fill them. To alleviate the tension, you’d play a shared playlist of your favorite otacore or ani-songs to make him more comfortable, but for the last month or so he hadn’t needed it as much. The silences were now… pleasant. You could take your time with each other like real friends could and it felt pretty nice.

Most of your offline friends knew how embarrassingly down bad you'd become for this guy. You hoped your cosplay audience hadn't picked up on it yet, but there would always be those comments that point out how you gush about him whenever he offered you a new accessory for your outfits… If you guys had a ship name, you didn’t know it'd be yet.

…

Not that you had any ideas about it or anything. You? Ship yourself with your best friend?? Absolutely not! Like, who would actually do that-?

“Y/n?”

“Huh??”

Levi's voice interjected itself into your thoughts, making you fumble with the headphone wire as you recovered.

“Hey, are you alright? You were just staring off there…”

Now back in reality, you stuttered out an embarrassed apology to your confused friend and try to smile it off.

“Oh yeah, Levi, I'm alright. It's just a long week, so I'm ready for some gaming!”

You prayed that the bubbly feeling in your chest wasn't also showing on your face when you watched his expression light up. That determined smile was more than half of the reason you agreed to these game nights of yours when he first brought up the idea. He took to giving you a good time as passionately as a great DM runs their campaign and you appreciated the hell out of him for it... Having a life on social media and being in the public eye could absolutely drain a person, but with Levi you could just relax and recharge with the stuff you loved…

“Okay, Y/n, do you have everything running?”

“Yep! Got it all installed last night.”

“Great! Go ahead and open the co-op menu and-"

His voice got cut off in your headphones by the sound of a sharp knock coming from behind him. Levi's eyes briefly grew to the size of saucers as they darted over his shoulder then back at your image onscreen.

“Levi...? What's wrong?”

“Nothing! Uh… J-just a second!”

You watched him lurch over his desk and fumble with his mouse until eventually the camera feed cut to black. You were definitely getting concerned, since Levi had almost never reacted that way to an outside noise before, but soon your worry morphed into curiosity. A sing-song voice called out through your headphones, one you had never heard before, and after checking the chat window you realized that, yep…

Levi forgot to mute the call.

“Oh Levi~! What made you think we're done talking? Is that your little friend in there??”

The man's voice was at a higher pitch than Levi's and he sounded pretty… annoyed. Or at least insistent about something. You heard the sound of door hinges swinging open, followed by Levi's much more exasperated tone.

“Go away, Asmo-gak! Why are all of you here!?”

A new voice joined the fray, this one was much softer than the other two. They spoke at a languid pace, slow like honey pouring from a bottle. Did he just wake up or something...?

“We thought you've been talking to a computer this whole time, but Mammon says that they're a real person…”

“Yeah, I’ve seen'em too! Tell'em Levi!”

That one you knew had to be Malcolm! There was no mistaking the energetic punch to his words, but who the heck was Mammon?? You didn’t recall meeting him too…

“Ugh, yes! They're real, but no you can’t all see them! We just started a new game, so go away!!”

“Uhm, Levi?”

Your question must have come through the speakers because, for moment, the sudden silence on the other end was deafening… then all hell broke loose at once.

Another voice spoke up now, one that sounded a lot deeper and almost velvety coming through your headphones.

“Was that them just now?”

Another responds, also deep, but muffled? As if they're trying to speak past a mouthful of marshmallows…

“Mmnph-‘ink so-mmmgh…”

The higher voice chimed in well over them both.

“Oh, we should go say hi!! What do you think, Levi? You can't keep teasing us like this!”

The blank screen on your monitor was starting to kill you seemingly as much as it was them… You desperately wanted some kind of explanation, but more importantly…!

“Levi, who's over there? Are those your brothers?!”

Your ears perked from the a collective gasp you heard on the other end, then the excitable one spoke again.

“They know about us???”

“NO!! N-not everything! Please leave-!!”

You'd be lying if you said that Levi's shout hadn't hurt you right then… It felt like a little crack went tink right on your heart! Had he been keeping you a secret from them this whole time? Was he embarrassed? Or did he not trust you to know too much about himself…? Was it your platform that he was scared of??? You had never broadcasted anything he hadn’t given permission about ahead if time… You wouldn't dare to dox him!! Though you could understand if that was his reasoning, the secrecy still kind of hurt…

“W-wait, Levi, I’ve always wanted to see more of your family...! Why not let them in? Please? We can still play right afterwards!”

“Huh?? But Y/n-!!”

“You heard'em, Levi! Let us through!”

A mass of shuffling filled your headphones while you waited with baited breath. You had even leaned in so close to your monitor that when the window flashed back on, you were briefly blinded by all of the colors at once! It took a few moments for you to make out all five pairs of eyes staring back through the screen. Each boy seemed to be crammed up against Levi's computer desk like lab students all forced to share the same microscope... To your surprise, not a single one of them looked like Levi or even like each other! You probably should have guessed, considering Malcom (who was seated center stage, having stole Levi's gamer chair for himself) looked nothing like him before, but you wouldn’t have guessed all 5 would differ quite as drastically… Would the sixth look that different as well?

“Uhm… hi?”

You tried to smile again to make a good impression, but it was hard to do while feeling like a living petri-dish. You were used to having eyes on you, but this was another level. Perhaps it was the added pressure of not wanting to look bad in front of a good friend's family, but it also could have also been the sheer intensity of their gaze… Levi could get this way too sometimes and it always felt like his orange-hued irises could almost see right through you... Especially if he just lost a game. In those times, his intimidating edge gave you a bit of a thrill. It'd feel like you just bested a dangerous beast in combat, but against ten eyes it was overwhelming… Each one bore right through you as if to examine your very soul…

“Huh,” a blonde one peering over Malcom's right shoulder was the first to speak up. His eyebrows were raised practically off of his forehead in surprise. “So they are real, then.”

The shortest boy, squished up against Malcom as if trying to steal center frame, clasped his hands over his heart and cooed back towards the doorway.

“Aww, Levi, look at that! You actually have a friend now!! And a real cutie, too~ Hello, hun!”

“Yeah, but why do they look like a human…?”

You watched guys instantly stiffen up as all eyes shifted towards a dark-haired boy clutching a spotted pillow just barely in view. It was hard for you to see his face, since it was only half on screen and even then some of it was behind his pillow, yet you could detect something… cold in it. He sounded annoyed, but you couldn’t place why… Was he seriously expecting you to be an AI or something?

To your surprise, the pillow guy was swiftly yanked out of frame and replaced by Levi, though you couldn’t see much of his face either. Only that he was holding onto the pillow guy's sleeved arm rather tightly as he spoke.

“Of course they're human! Not a 2D person or just a computer, but human like the rest of us… Right?”

You'd never heard such a dark edge come over Levi’s tone before. Not even in jest! It must have been rare for his brothers to hear as well, because most stared at him with equally shocked expressions. The arm in Levi's grasp yanked itself away and you heard footsteps head towards the door… but the other brothers stayed where they were. Another long silence flooded in, somethibg that felt far more uncomfortable than any you had experienced with Levi before, until a (frankly) massive dude chewing on a huge slab of jerky spoke up behind Malcolm.

“If they're nice to Levi, that's enough for me.” He inhaled the rest of the jerky into his mouth (which you didn’t quite detect him chewing) before he was already smiling at you with the kind of warmth that you'd see saved up only for the sappiest of shojo scenes. “Hello, thank you for being Levi's friend.”

The rest of the boys all exchanged glances with each other, then a similar kindness took over their faces too. Gone were the piercing stares of just a moment ago, and instead you only felt a welcoming energy radiating out from your monitor. As if sensing the change too, Levi finally came into view of the camera. He leaned down by Malcolm in the spot the pillow guy left open, grinning at you in that way only he really could.

“Y/n... These are my brothers.”

#personally i think not enough time is spent on ridiculously infatuated mcs #if you dont want to put your man in a chokehold #and burrow into his chest with your bare hands #is it even love?#come on now #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me fic #obey me scenarios #obey me nightbringer

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akutasoda · 8 months

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bittersweet memories

brothers ver

synopsis - they tell a story/ remember about their fondest time with you but they realise yet again you're no longer there

includes - lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor

warnings - gn!reader, mc died au, angst no comfort, maybe ooc for some, alcohol mention in lucifer's, wc - 1.9k

undateables wave 1

lucifer ★↷

lucifer normally doesn't get drunk. sure he drinks quite a bit of demonus but he has restraints. and this evening it was just him, diavolo and barbatos. diavolo had invited him around for a small catch up which ended with demonus being passed between them like water, not without barbatos small look of concern.

and it was getting rather late as lucifer rolled his eyes at another supposed 'absurd' story as diavolo phrased it in a drunken slur, he felt the need to tell a rather funny but fond story he had of you. the one time you had simply suggested you two go to a 3d latte art café that recently opened up near RAD, he thought it was absurd but one look at you and he knew he couldn't say no.

so after a long day at RAD you two made it to the café and sat down, order your drinks and some small pastries and engaged in simple idle chit chat until your drinks arrived. lucifer had gone for a simple choice of one based of the little d's and you had gone for one of your choice. but as you went to put your cup down after taking a sip, not before taking an photo, some of the foam lingered on th tip of your nose. as lucifer stared longer you thought something was wrong so you asked and he simply smiled leant forward with a cloth and wiped it off your nose. it was simple yes. but that memory alone could make him smile anytime and definitely made his day.

he smiled and mumbled about taking you there again but through his drunken haze remembered that you weren't going to be there when he got home. barbatos immediately picked up on the drop of pressure in the room and quickly offered to take lucifer home as he was in no condition to go himslef, not before sorting out diavolo.

lucifer woke up with a surprisingly bad headache and quickly remembered the accounts of last night and felt a wave of embarressmemt and noted to apologize later before the wave of sadness replaced that. maybe he would visit your grave again today.

mammon ★↷

mammon had managed to sneak out yet again to go to yet another casino. he had high hopes this time! he could face the wrath of lucifer later... if he was caught that is. perhaps he got a bit too carried away and ending up spending more money than he should and got caught trying to sneak back in, but that was just his string of bad luck.

now that his bad luck has rubbed off he's certain to win this time! and win he did! he was so excited he hastily grabbed his dd from his pocket and immediately scrolled down his contacts to you and hit call. 'this user is unavailable'. the message felt like a painful reminder, because it was. yet again it felt like he was being stabbed right in the heart. he slowly put his phone away.

normally whenever he would win big he would try to call you, sometimes you were still asleep, but he would tell you as soon as possible and then he would proceed to take you out for a day out with him, be sure to thank him cause he doesn't do this for anyone!

now that wont happen. he trudged back home, uncaring if he got caught(he did again but lucifer recognised that look and let him off slightly easier). he laid in bed for the next day. maybe he would go drop off another gift at your grave.

leviathan ★↷

leviathan was never one to open up about his feelings to many people. especially not normies. but there were two people he would. well one person and one fish. henry and henry 2.0. and thanks to one of those he was starting to slowly open up to hos brothers slightly more. but he still needed time to tell them about everything.

he laid on a pile of pillows next to henry's tank as he started telling the fish about whatever was on his mind until something slowly started reminding him off you. a convention he wanted to attend was coming up soon but he had yet to decide what cosplay to go as, mainly because the one he really wnated to do was a duo but who could he ask? the only person he could think of was you. but would you really wnat to do that woth him? maybe you would think it's a gross yucky otaku thing.

but while he was lost in thought he had failed to hear you knock on the door and failed to hear you step in until you spotted the costumes laid out infront of him. he noticed you when you ran over and started gushing about how cool they looked and if he made them by hand. and in a confused blur he started explaing what he was doing, how could he not want to talk about his proudest cosplay he's made yet to someone who seemed genuinely interested, and without realising asked you if you wanted to go as his pair in the duo and only realised what he said when you said yes. thats when he started short circuiting.

but eventually you two went, and it was the best con he ever went to in his life. thats when he slowly realised that would never happen again. slowly getting up he decided he needed to talk to someone else. you were always a good listener, even if he knew you weren't there it still felt like you were listening. maybe he would talk to your grave for a bit.

satan ★↷

satan was often found in few places. RAD's libraries, his room or wherever cat's were. and he used to do most of those alone, and still does to this day. but there was a time where someone had managed to get into his heart and did alot of his activities with him. someone that calmed that constant raging inferno in him as the avatar of wrath. you.

well, there was someone else that happened to want to join satan and you in one task. the anti-lucifer league. the three of you would often engage in finding new ways to prank lucifer. it was normally combined with sifting through cursed books trying to find the best way to 'prank' lucifer. while you were slightly more hesitant and tried to stop some of their more.. extreme plans. you enjoyed it none the less.

you often also helped get them out of punishments, not that it worked but it did slightly decrease the harshness. but sometimes it was just the two of you. not planning to prank lucifer, just reading books and enjoying each others company. satan knew you're favourite books off by heart and kept them in a special place. he knew you would never read them again and he wanted to keep them safe.

he often read them himslef if he missed you particularly bad. but sometimes he couldn't bring himself to read them, it would make him feel nothing but remorse. maybe he would go read to your grave again or maybe he would tell your grave the new plan to prank lucifer.

asmodeus ★↷

asmodeus often found himself out shopping. alone or with company it didn't really bother him. it just meant he would shop and go home. sometimes when he was out with others, mainly you, he would make more effort to stop at cafés or various other places not just shops. make a day out of it.

but in all honesty, he was just going out to grab a few new items that were currently trending on devilgram. but as he was passing by a particular shop. he noticed an item he had brought you on a whim but he was confident you would love it. and you did! it very quickly became one of your favourite things you owned. so much so he had to go out and get you another.

it seemed almost impulsive how at that memory he walked into the shop and bought yet another one. in hopes of goving it to you when he got back. but right as he walked into the house of lamentation, he remembered how slightly more lonely it felt now that you weren't there. guess he would have to hold onto the item he got you. not that he minded.

he got back to his room and started putting stuff away and proceeded to then scroll on devilgram for a while. just browsing old memories of you and him. soon enough he felt the need to do something about his sorrow, it was bad for his complexion. he normally would make an effort to keep your grave clean and tidy, it seemed odd sure but you deserved this. maybe he would go polish your grave again.

beelzebub ★↷

beelzebub had just finished up a fangol game and seeing as it was kind of later than normal, belphie offered to wait behind and walk home with his twin, he had stayed through the entire game might as well wait. so he patiently waited for beel to finish before they began walking home.

most of the walk was spent in a comfortable silence. with beel snacking on some treats belphie had brought with. but eventually, and inevitably, they walked past a small restaurant. it was closing up for the night and beel glanced over feeling a fondness spread in his chest. he then proceeded to start telling belpie that that was the restaurant you took him to for your first date. and how that became the restaurant you two would visit for special occasions for that reason, and even now he could remember the exact order you two would always get.

while he was lost in his memory of you, he suddenly snapped out of it and remembered that you weren't there anymore. you two would never visit that restaurant again. belphie tried to console his twin but he knew it was pointless and he could only offer his support.

when they got home beel was still feeling a bit somber and decided to try and just sleep it off, after having the leftover portions of dinner. but all that could occupy his mind was you. he decided that tommorow during RAD he would go off. maybe he would eat lunch at your grave.

belphegor ★↷

belphegor slept practically non stop. not that that was not to be expected from the avatar of sloth. and a small while ago he was trying to fix that, but now he didn't really bother.

he could always remember how once you two became a thing, he always slept better with you. which eventually, much to lucifer's dismay, lead to you developing a slightly similar sleeping pattern to belphie's. most of your naps were spent up in the attic, and at night you two indulged in the youngests hobby of stargazing. he treasured those moments dearly.

as he turned over in his trance, he felt the need to go find you and drag you up into the attic for a sleep and then, if you manage to wake up in time, do some more stargazing. however as he slowly started getting up, he felt the shocking cold reminder run through him. he no longer could go drag you somewhere for a nap, stargazing or anything else.

you were gone permanently. and he missed you dearly. but sometimes stargazing is better outside. maybe he would go stay at your grave a while.

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ira-hydrangea · 1 year

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Replaced Mc? Not really... Never. Part 2

Note: Seems like all of you have deep anger toward the Replaced MC AU 😅. Where Mc is have been replaced by supposed to be a 'better one'. Oh well, we face the same problem then 😂. And as you wish for. This is the second part of it.

Summary: The new student's sacrifice has finally arrived at The Mirror Hall. The new girl is someone that has a certain strange obsession with someone. But little did she knows, how far the NRC will go for the sake of the plan. Even if they need to hold down their disgust.

Extra Note: The MC will be referred as Y/n

Previous Chapter || Next Chapter?

A new magicless human is a girl by the name, Eva. She comes stumbling down from the coffin and looks around in confusion. Until a step can be heard walking toward him. There she meets a strange man with a mask.

"Uh... Hello? Who are you and what am I doing here?"

"Oh my! To think we will have another magicless student here." Crowley said as he helped the girl out of the coffin. The said girl looked at him in confusion. And then Crowley proceeds to tell her a story. It was the story of how NRC is established and its history.

Eva can never believe her ears. All her life, her dreams to visit the magical world have finally come true. It has always been her wildest dream. She can not contain herself when Headmaster Crowley allows her to attend NRC while searching for a way home.

Now that part is done, there is another wish that she always wanted. To meet a prince and married him and she will become the Queen.

The first student, she meets is Silver. He is requested by the headmaster to show her the ways inside the NRC. The rest of the students have been kind as they greet her in the warm way. (As they are told to do by their dorm leaders)

For the past few weeks, life for her has been great. Especially when you are the only female student in a school full of boys. There is no competition and no one can compare to her beauty. Well, until she meets with MC and the first-year gang.

She looks confused when looking at Y/n from far away. She never meets students like them. Their beauty is even more than her and seeing how the boys flock around them in worried makes her clench her fist unconsciously.

"Ace~ Good Morning~" She decides to suck it up and approach the group.

"Oh... Good morning to you too, Eva." Ace said. She starts a little conversation while looking at Y/n. Ace noticed that reluctantly introduced each of them.

"I see... Nice to meet you, Y/n~. My name is Eva." She said cutely. Y/n smiled as she want to shake hands with Eva but Epel just calmly held Y/n's hands in a tight grip.

"Epel? Uh... I'm sorry for this. My name is Y/n. " Y/n said with a soft smile. But before Eva can continue the questions, the bell rang.

"Y/n. You need to go to class now before the professor starts to get angry." Jack reminded. Y/n can only look at Eva with apologetic looks and leave with the rest of the first year and Grim, leaving Eva all alone behind. The looks in Eva's eyes can be described as pure hatred.

After the meeting, Y/n will find herself in a weird situation. Eva will try everything she could to make sure Y/n is out of the frame and away from her happily ever after.

It starts with simple rumors that she tries to spread. With watery eyes, she tries to tell her version of the story of how Y/n is bullying her, and when asked what Y/n does, she starts to exaggerate it. But the other student's response?

"Huh? Are you sure that is Y/n you are seeing? They have been staying with the Octavinelle trio all day. And for these past few weeks, they have been quite sick."

While the staff and teachers?

"Young miss. I can not believe your mouth will spit out such nonsense. Return to your class and I will pretend that this conversation never happened." Said Crowley.

Train only look at her in disgust. "To think such a lie will come out from the lady. Perhaps I should think twice before giving the title lady to you."

Crewel glared at her, "If you, little pup even have time to spout such nonsense, shouldn't you use your time to review your material? I didn't want to hear some excuses that you come from a different world and need time to adjust. Y/n can even adjust themselves in less than a week. If they can and so can you."

Sam only smiled an eerie smile before the shadows behind him grow larger. "Be careful about what you said, little imp~ After all, you won't know what is lurking in the shadows."

Vargas only laughs before telling her to run more if she has the energy to speak like that.

Oh, how she is fuming with anger deep within when that plan is fail. The next target, she tries to test is the dorm leaders, first one is Kalim. But even Kalim brushed off her attempt and simple laugh.

"Y/n is not that type of person. Perhaps some other students want to tease you so they decide to do it as Y/n. Haha, I'm sure it will pass."

Every attempt she tries to do is never working. Y/n has held something that Eva could never have. The respect and love from the NRC.

As Eva tries to do her next plan to move Y/n out of the pictures, she starts to think of some clever plan. This would be her master plan to make sure Y/n is out of pictures, once and for all...

A dark figure has seen the whole things happen and how dark Eva's heart has become. He smirks. Another student soon teleported behind him as he look at Eva with a red eyes.

"You can't seem to wait for the result, My prince~" Lilia smiled.

"All of us can't wait for the result. Now, it only needs a little bit more push before the fruits can finally be reaped."

"Fufu~ We can't wait for that day to come... So, our little lamb, hurry up and grow. Grow to be the person with the darkest heart. So, we can save someone with the pure heart~"

With that, Lilia's eyes gleam red while Malleus's eyes glow bright green as they look at Eva with a smirk. Meanwhile, Y/n has been sleeping peacefully inside the Diasomnia dorm. Ignorant to the fate that soon will befall Eva.

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➳ even from afar, i still loved you (mammon x GN!reader oneshot)

summary: even after years has passed since you left the devildom, the avatar of greed's feelings for you still retains

cw: major angst, smol game spoiler, verbal abuse (from the brothers), replaced!mc and student council president!mc au

a/n: the fic was almost self-indulgent so the plot kinda sucked here. also, i'm fuckin' sad so imma post sum angst to ease the pain :DD

"I would like to thank everyone for coming for this short meeting regarding to the decision making of the exchange program." You sternly spoke, taking a seat at the comfortable rotating chair that overlooks all of your student council members. "I humbly apologize if the call was too all of the sudden and I know that all of you have after school clubs to attend to."

"It's okay, pres." Your secretary smiled "We understand your call, knowing on how serious this manner was. After all, the decision of the said student rely on us if they can join that so-called exchange." Most of the student body noticed on how you gave the folder on the table a sharp glare as if they were real. Maria, your right hand man, placed a hand on your shoulder to ease you up a bit. "I know how hard it is for you to remember all those horrible things those demons did to you. We can make this decision together. I promise to you, my friend." She smiled and you couldn't get luckier to have a friend like her.

She's one of the students who welcomed you back after you just arrived back at the human world and enrolled back at St. Cecilia's Academy. Maria also listened to your rants and vents through your tear while you sobbed and cried from the events that left you traumatized and paranoid. "Thanks Maria. That's highly appreciated." She only nodded in response.

You stood up from your seat and began pacing back and forth, now continuing the meeting. "Now, has everyone here knew the school I've attended when I participated the exchange years ago?" Most of them shook their heads (except for Maria), indicating that they don't know which school you've attended from all those years ago. The school which you thought became your happy place but became a breeding ground for the bullies themselves, especially when the group was led by none other than that pesky human whom the brothers call their new friend.

You remember how many times you told the brothers about them and how the bullying got even worse and what did they do? They just shrugged it off as they listened to the other human's words through their crocodile tears. How they smirked when the brothers thought that you tried to pin point the fault towards them because they thought you are insecure about yourself but in reality, you just want someone to at least listen to your words and even taking a look at your point of view.

"It's called the Royal Academy of Diavolo, also simply known as RAD to the citizens of the Devildom. That's where our student will go if we approve this form." You said, pointing towards the folder that was sitting on the top of the table since the meeting had started. The present students nodded their heads out of curiosity to this strange school their president had attended and many questions are asked here and there; what's the curriculum look like? The uniforms? The safety measures? Do the students there tend to eat the human exchange humans?

And you answered those questions in all honesty, wether it was bad or good. You saw the expressions of the student body morphed from disturbed to being upset on how you are treated there. "So, in my personal opinion," You finally made up your mind for the decision of this exchange program. "I won't allow any of our students to be in the program. Not only I don't want them to feel what I feel, even experiencing the horrors in the Devildom but also for their own safety."

The whole room became silent after you finished talking and soon after, many of them gave out their own opinions. To your satisfaction, many of the students also declined the program. "I agree with the president, everyone. " Your business manager spoke while giving the folder back to you. "We must ensure that our students safety is our number 1 priority and we couldn't risk it, let alone on what happened to our own president."

"Then it is decided." Maria took the paper on your hands and stamped it with the "DECLINE" stamp over your signature. All of you declined the program and now, you must break the news to them, both to the brothers and to the demon prince himself.

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It's been a few years since Mammon last saw you during your time as an exchange student in RAD. From what you thought that the House of Lamentation was your second home, it turned into a nightmare real quick. All because of that human who joined the program, a curriculum the crowned prince has established. A few months of abuse, neglect and sadness is all you felt until you felt like you didn't have place here anymore, not just in the house itself but also in the entire Devildom.

You loved Mammon since the beginning; a greedy and selfish demon whose mind was consumed with gold and trinkets of fortune. His brothers also deemed him as a scummy bastard who goes through several punishments due to his misdemeanor and financial abuse. He was your first man and thought that he could have the potential for him to be your first serious relationship. Before the ordeal happened that temporarily left you shattered, you and the prince of greed used to be the closest of friends. Him protecting you from lowly demons and buying you the things that reminds you of him. He does spoil you to bits and behind that greedy mask he always had, that particular mask always falls apart when you're with him, revealing a man whose heart was the definition of heart of gold.

The more you hang around him, the more you see yourself falling for him. How come a human like yourself fell in love for the second-born himself? You have no idea but all you felt for the demon was this warm feeling of adoration and love for him.

But it didn't last long as soon as the wretched human of a student joined the program.

And as soon as Mammon knew that this new human was rich, he didn't waste his time to hang around them and you tried your best to be around him often. You wanted to invite him to this new cafe that was recently opened? He has plans with them. Hanging around his room to talk to him? He was on his way to their room to talk about money and some other bullshit. At first, you started to give him some space. Thinking that he just needs some more time hanging out with the new student but it didn't last long as a few months passed by and his brothers followed pursuit. He didn't spoke a word towards you nor inviting you to activities he normally does with you.

And it felt like you are alone for a long time.

You tried reconnecting with him (and to his brothers) but all he always let out a small grunt of annoyance whenever you 'mess' with him, telling you to just go away and leave him alone for once. At first, you just shrug it off, thinking to yourself that your presence becomes too much for him to the point that you became an annoyance towards him but no, Mammon does think that you just became an nuisance and an annoyance, not just towards him but also to his brothers.

They favored the new student than you, a human that they once befriended and loved who fixed their family and heal their inner trauma through your words of reassurance and kindness.

The loneliness became suffocating and the weight on your shoulders felt like it's the same weight that made you fell deeper into the depths of the deep ocean full of agony and anger. If you're honest with yourself, you loved Mammon with all your heart and your once soft and warm heart shattered when he finally snapped as soon as you pester him on inviting him to join his casino shenanigans.

"I already told you, I already have plans with (s/n)! Why can't you just leave me alone and just mind your own damn business!? Sheesh your such an annoyance.."

"But Mammoney, it's been 4 months since we've last hang out... All I ask of you is a bit of your time and–"

"And then what?! Pester me with your lil' talk and then scold me whenever I did something that could annoy you? And, can you please stop calling me by that name? It's REALLY annoying to call me by that stupid name..."

"Mammon-"

"JUST SHUT UP, WILL YA?!!"

And those 5 words made you quickly shut your mouth. You stopped yourself from crying on the spot as you stare the demon stomping his way to (s/n)'s room to vent (again) about you. Those words cut through you like knives. You couldn't believe it. The demon whom you loved so much, the one who protected you since the start of your life as an exchange student and the first demon whom you lend a hand, just told you to shut your mouth and to leave him alone.

As soon as his figure leaves the hallway, you quickly ran towards your room, locked the door and muffled your cries and sobs by your pillow. The once soft and comfortable pillow was now covered with snot, saliva and tears as you continuously cried and cried from the pain and anguish you felt for months. You felt lonely, and there's no one in the HoL would even check on your well-being, to see if you're okay and to have a shoulder to lean on whenever you're down and sad.

Without hesitation, you quickly formulated a plan for you to go home to the human world. The Devildom nor the House of Lamentation isn't your home anymore, it's now the place that haunted and accumulated your inner trauma of abandonment and loneliness. It also breaks your heart that HE didn't even bothered to say good bye to you as the new exchange student smirked in victory.

Mammon on the other hand, stared back at you with an emotionless expression as you make your way to the entrance hall. His lack of words and his expression formulated a new kind of anger that was kept within your head; anger and wrath. Your once pathetic expression turned hard and ominous, staring back towards the demon, which in fact, sends shivers down his spine.

Now, years after you're elected as the new head of the student council, you felt nothing but power and ambition in your current position. After years of pain and anguish towards that horrible place, those feelings (especially your anger towards Mammon) has transformed into the emotions that brought you into power. As the current student council president of St. Cecilia's Academy, you are presented with the power wether you allow 2 of your students to partake the program or not.

For the first time, the brothers saw you in a really unique uniform that speaks out your current position and to top it all off, you sent a glare towards the 7 brothers, remembering all the pain and trauma they gave you since the last 5 years. The memories that haunted you as an exchange student came back like a video tape was playing on your head. You feared that if you sent 2 of your students to the Devildom, they would go the same fate as you or worse, being killed by the 7th born demon.

You declined their proposal, causing an uproar but quickly transitioned into pleas for forgiveness for what they've done.

"If it's because of me, I'm sorry! I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you! Don't place the blame on my brothers, you can take it all towards me! Hit me, slap me, hurt me! Do whatever it takes for me to feel the same pain we gave to you." Mammon said, his hands making its way to your waist. You turn to your side and quickly wiped off the test that was threatening to come out from your eye. Your hand quickly released his gripped but he didn't budge, not even one bit.

"A person can forgive someone but they couldn't forget the things that they went through in order to survive." You turn to face the 7 brothers who were once your family, but your ties towards them was cut off as soon as you left the devildom. "I'm sorry, I don't want my students to go through the same path I experienced 5 years ago. And with that, I don't think there's a chance for me to forgive all of you, especially you Mammon." He only stared at you in disbelief, tears beginning to appear on his face. You pushed his arms away from you, causing him to tumble down as Levi and Satan helped him to get back on his feet.

You dusted off the wrinkled parts of your uniform, standing up proudly and internally smirking as the faces of these powerless demons became a new core memory for you. "Now will you excuse me, I still have some important matters to attend to. You may leave my office if you don't have any clarifications."

One by one, the brothers apologized as they make their way out. You can see their tear streaking face as they muttered apologies under their breathe. All six of the brothers are outside except for one; the avatar of greed himself. He stopped dead on his tracks and his hands are holding your cold dead hands. You can see on how upset and guilty he was from his expression alone. "Can't you reconsider? You don't have to accept my apology, sweetheart. I promise you I'll treat you even better when I-"

You raised a hand in front of his face, causing him to shut up. "I can't and I won't change my mind, avatar of greed. And It's president (m/c) for you, not by that stupid nickname." He winced from your words, the same words that he's spoken to you. He didn't mean it! He was just angry and was just in a bad mood due to the unfortunate events happened to him. He didn't mean to speak those words towards you. If he has the ability to turn back time, he could have accepted your invitations instead of ignoring you.

He walked away in defeat, his head laying low as he continuously stare into the cold tile of your office.

Many months passed by and he still didn't forget about you. Everyday, he would pester his older brother or the Devildom prince for him to visit you in the human world. He just wants to see you if you're doing okay and doesn't miss a day as small gifts and flowers are slowly piling up by your office. From what you've heard from your student body, some of those gifts came from your admire while the others are from the children that attended the school. 'That's really sweet' you thought, recieving another box of chocolates for the day and unbeknownst to you, the avatar of greed is watching you as a sad smile was plastered on his face.

How he wished that smile was given to him and not towards that kid who admired you (platonically). You didn't know that the box of chocolates didn't actually came from the young student but from him. He's glad that you didn't reject the gifts you recieved but was very upset when you threw away the bouquet of flowers that has his name on it.

Mammon has his little ways when it comes to protecting you. It's either him or his crow familiars watching over you and celebrating every achievements you recieved from both your academics and in your extracurricular activities, no matter how big or small it was.

You may hated him with all your heart but the love and guilt the prince of greed says other wise. Yes, he feels very guilty and was angry to himself and to his brothers that they're the cause of your downfall, only for you to get back by your feet. He wants the old you back; the once kind, gentle, goofy and forever loving (m/c) who filled in the missing gap of his heart, only for the hole to grew even wider the more he thinks about you.

He will wait for the day that you'll return to his arms.

He will wait patiently for you and learns how to save his grim instead of spending it.

He will wait, even if it takes an eternity for you to forgive him and his brothers.

Even if you forget about him, his brothers and the entire Devildom, the prince of greed will always have you within his heart, now awaits for your safe return in his arms.

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delimeful · 1 month

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Defender

warnings: bickering, theoretical violence, that's basically it this one's fluffy

Part 8 of MC AU!

“And you’re sure that this will prevent the village’s valiant defender from attacking Anxiety on sight?” Roman asked, visibly concerned. “Absolutely sure that there won’t be hitting or striking or slaying of any variety?”

Logan disliked repeating himself, and this would be the third time he had done so, hence his rapidly waning patience. “Yes, Roman. I’ve been researching this exact matter for weeks, and I’m very confident that my alterations to the iron golem’s runic carvings will prevent it from targeting Anxiety. I had to perform a similar adjustment for my own person when first creating the golem, as well.”

“Alright, alright,” Roman relented, though when Logan turned away, he could see the adventurer shoot the iron golem a wary look. “I’m just a mite concerned for Tall, Dark, and Spooky, that’s all. I mean, have you seen how bony that guy is? A single punch would practically bowl him over!”

“I think you’re underestimating him,” Logan replied, absently hoping that Roman didn’t notice the way he was triple-checking the images in his reference book and the runes painstakingly carved into the iron golem’s armor. “Endermen are far more durable and far more dangerous than they look.”

A brief stretch of silence, and then he paused his work again to lift his head and elaborate: “Not that Anxiety is a danger to us.”

“Pat’s got us well-trained, huh,” Roman mused, as though he hadn’t just been fretting over the enderman in question. “I swear, one day he’ll bring the Ender Dragon home, and we’ll all just have to adapt to it just to make the guy happy.”

“Please do not speak that into existence,” Logan replied dryly, brushing away some stray metal shavings as he stepped back from the village’s golem to look over his work. “I have no doubt he would be the only one even capable of such a thing.”

Roman hummed in agreement, coming to stand by his side. They surveyed the updated runes together for a long moment.

“And this won’t prevent it from realizing that other endermen are still potential threats?” Roman asked, an eyebrow raised at the complex interwoven symbols. “That’s a pretty specific condition to set for a construct, Specs.”

“It is,” Logan allowed. “Luckily, I am an exceedingly skilled witch.”

The brag earned him a snort and an eyeroll, both gestures a far cry from the wariness that had marked the beginning of their strange enemies-turned-friends dynamic.

“Fine, fine, I’ll stop pestering you,” Roman said, lifting his hands up in a gesture of faux-innocence. “But if Anxiety gets punched into next week by one of those metal tree trunks your golem calls arms, I reserve the right to say I told you so.”

Logan sighed, the noise coming out far fonder than he wanted it to. “Very well. Though, I will remind you how many times you’ve gotten to exercise that particular right over the course of our friendship.”

He wasn’t in the habit of being wrong, especially because letting Roman say ‘I told you so’ to him would be galling beyond belief.

Roman grumbled wordlessly for a moment, before turning on his heel to lead the way back towards the small clearing near Patton’s house. “Regardless, I maintain the right! One of these days, your hubris will be your undoing, and on that day, my powerful intuition and sense for danger will triumph!”

The adventurer accentuated this particular claim by immediately getting his boot caught in a stray pumpkin vine, tripping, and nearly eating dirt.

“Doubtful,” Logan replied with poorly-concealed smugness, preoccupied with carefully replacing the golem’s lodestone and observing it shuffle back into awareness. He paid no mind to the indignant muttered complaints growing fainter behind him.

Once he was satisfied that nothing was amiss and all the inscribed runes were still properly lit up, he turned to follow Roman, beckoning to the golem to follow.

Now came for the nerve-wracking part: ensuring that the runic alterations would take proper effect, something that could only be done by introducing the two.

It was a relatively short walk to the clearing, and once they were close, Roman picked up his pace to sprint ahead and let Patton and Anxiety know that the first test of Logan’s handiwork was about to begin. Since the golem was relatively slow unless agitated, Logan remained behind, walking slowly at its side to keep it on course.

By the time they reached the clearing, everyone was prepared. In Anxiety’s case, perhaps even over-prepared, going by the characteristic ozone scent that cropped up whenever the enderman teleported too many times in a small space. Roman’s apprehension must have unsettled him as well— they did call him Anxiety for a reason, after all.

Concealing a sigh, Logan stepped forward into the clearing and to the side to make way for the construct trailing behind him, clearing his throat as though everyone’s gazes weren’t already locked on his approach. “Anxiety, our iron golem is right behind me. If it locks onto you and begins to move quickly, teleporting a chunk away should be far enough for it to calm down. It won’t harm any of us, as I’ve said before.”

There was an otherworldly hum of acknowledgement, and he noted that Anxiety had settled in front of Patton, rather than behind. By now, everyone had become well-adjusted to making sure to avoid eye contact with their easily-agitated friend, but usually, Anxiety still showed a clear preference for teleporting directly behind any one of them.

(Personally, Logan believed it was at least in part due to the way Roman would always shriek in startlement when Anxiety appeared behind him. Their unusual enderman was difficult to parse at times, but his penchant for mischief wasn’t particularly hard to pick up on.)

This test must have had him truly on edge. Logan turned to watch the golem lumber into the clearing, keeping his own posture forcibly relaxed as he mentally prepared to do damage control if this little experiment failed.

The iron golem drew to a stop a few steps in, its field of vision sweeping over all of them, and the moment stretched. It then made a grinding stone-on-stone rumble inquisitively, as though curious as to why all of them were so tense.

The sigh of relief was audible, even in Anxiety’s warped voice. Logan adjusted his glasses and only barely refrained from flaunting his success over Roman in the name of keeping the current peace. “Anxiety, you should be safe to approach, and I encourage you to do so. If you’re able to interact at close range with the iron golem, that should confirm that each and every one of the adjustments have set in properly.”

Anxiety warbled, teleporting back and forth a few blocks as he often did while nervous, and Patton reached out to give him a supportive pat on the arm.

“This is the one who was looking out for me before I met you,” he told Anxiety, offering an encouraging smile. “I think you two will get along well!”

Anxiety was quiet for a moment, and then walked forward on spindly legs, approaching the guardian with all due tentativeness. The iron golem tilted its head upwards to look at the enderman, making another rumble as it swung its arms back and forth absently, entirely unconcerned with what would normally be a serious enemy to it.

Anxiety ‘vrrp’-d back at the golem, circling around it in an unsteady circle, like a bee around a flower. The golem turned in a slow rotation to follow the enderman’s movement, still languid and unhurried. It painted a rather cute picture, if Logan was honest.

Patton clapped his hands together in glee, happy that they’d managed a successful interaction. Somehow, Logan was reminded of the first time he’d introduced his familiar to Patton’s pet cat. The felines’ resulting tolerance of each other had earned a similar reaction.

“There we have it,” he concluded, satisfied with a job well done. “Anxiety is no longer at any risk from the town’s guardian.”

Roman sidled up next to him, apparently content to ignore Logan’s somewhat self-satisfactory tone. “You know, if you’d told me this was what I’d be helping with a month ago, I wouldn’t have believed you for love or diamonds.”

“Yes, well, I could have said much the same at many points over my acquaintanceship with Patton,” Logan replied, watching as the iron golem slowly offered Anxiety a poppy, as though confused as to why the enderman was still persistently bobbing around it. Anxiety seemed immediately charmed by the gesture. “By now, I suspect I’m growing rather used to it.”

“At least I handled our newest friend better than our first meeting, hm?” Roman said wryly, and Logan exchanged an amused look with him. “Maybe I’m getting used to it, too.”

A few yards away, Patton was still practically jumping for joy. He turned to the two of them, beaming. “Now we can introduce Anxiety to the rest of the village!”

The look they exchanged this time was far more alarmed. “Patton, I’m not so sure that’s the best idea…”

Across the clearing, the iron golem tilted its head curiously as the enderman next to it abruptly teleported a fair few blocks away to hide behind a tree.

Huh. Seemed the latest and strangest addition to the village was shy.

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wondersgyu · 7 days

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🎐 𝙈𝙐𝙎𝙄𝘾 𝘾𝙐𝙀 !! | 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙣

°ஐ TEASER. 𝗐hen music bank’s darling host arin is unexpectedly injured, choi kyunsoo, a member of the recently debuted girl group: new dimension, is asked to replace her as a temporary mc. There are two things wrong with this: ONE, she has zilch hosting experience and TWO, spending two hours standing next to 𝘵𝘩𝘦 choi soobin may prove to become quite a problem, especially since he’s the kindest person she’s ever met and … oh dear she might truly end up falling for him.

🪻᯾ღ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚. idol!soobin x idol!oc

genre: semi written/semi smau, idol!au, strangers to friends to lovers, music bank hosts, comedy, angst, fluff

warnings: swearing, sarcasm, feelings, a smidge of unrealistic drama, gossip, crazy fans, idol lifestyle (specific tws for each chapter will appear!), anxiety

FEATURING. (hybe) txt, svt, enha, (kq ent.) atz, other well-known idols + some oc idols that will be interviewed during music bank

STATUS. 🌱 in-progress !!

🏷️ TAG LIST OPEN ღ

@txt-yaomi @lovejoshua @flwrseon @thing89

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗦. new dimension , rip 20cm, together tomorrow

𝟏. nothing yet 👀

#[ 🪻🪽 ] — music cue masterlist #soobin x oc #soobin #soobin txt #txt fanfic #txt fluff #txt imagines #tomorrow x together #txt angst #txt smau #idol!au #kpop #soobin fluff #txt post #fictional idol oc #fanfic #writing #txt social media au #ღ wondersgyu works

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mee-op · 1 year

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look, the replaced mc au is always sad, being replaced for the new person will always sting- especially if said person is mean and cruel and lies a bunch, and the fic includes the other students not believing yuu when they tell them about it.

but i think what would be even worse if it was slow and gradual, and if the new student was a genuinely nice person. can you imagine? the knowledge that you're slowly losing your closest friends, the ones who've been there for you since you came into this brand new world and not knowing what to do about it. and what's even worse is that you can't be mad at the new student, they're nice and sweet and they really didn't do anything wrong. so all that hate goes to no one but yourself.

#i know this is so unrealistic but let me have this plz #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst x reader #twst yuu #twst wonderland #twst fanfic #twst angst #twst drabbles #twst scenarios #twst hcs

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I am so curious, how do Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, and the other angels fit into your God!mc au??

Okay! So, basic premise of the God!mc au is that Solomon was secretly God the entire time. It's unclear how Solomon died, but he did. His soul tried to reincarnate, but the angels (mostly Gabriel) kept killing Solomon's descendants, especially those that seemed to be Solomon's reincarnation. Because of that, Solomon/God vanished for about 3000 years. MC, however, is special because Satan manages to save them before Gabriel can kill them off. With that added bit of time, it gives MC time to properly experience Hell, devils, angels, pacts, and magic. That means they have the time to awaken to all of their power, including God's. Wow! Turns out that makes MC God! Yes, the same God that Heaven has been fighting a war over all this time!

Now, instead of the angels wanting to kill the reincarnation of Solomon, they want to "rescue" God from the hands of the devils that have "captured" them. War continues, but now the end goal is different. Although, the devils will still be protecting their beloved MC from the angels trying to yoink them.

There is also the later state of the au in which Heaven finally manages to retrieve MC/God and whisk them away to Heaven. At this point, Heaven is doing its best to keep God while still destroying Hell so they can't take MC back. Heaven also has no interest in letting MC leave...

As for how the angels feel about MC/God... as a general rule, they love MC/God, though to different extents and none of them in completely healthy ways.

Gabriel, the angel who always thinks highly of God no matter what and is full of piety, is probably the least terrible. Because MC is God and Gabriel loves God, Gabriel loves MC. He is the fastest to accept that MC is still God and love them no matter what. However, that also means that he doesn't care if he's loved or hated by MC as long as they look his way. Of course he would prefer to be loved but... attention is attention.

Michael isn't as accepting as Gabriel. Michael knows that MC is the reincarnation of God, but that doesn't make MC God. God stood above all and commanded all of Heaven. MC is a child comparatively. Michael does not acknowledge MC as their own person, but rather God who needs to relearn their place after being reincarnated into such a flimsy vessel after so long. He only responds to them when they are acting God-like according to his standards. He wants to reform them to be more like the God he remembers. If that means MC has to take up their position as God or that MC's personality needs to step aside so God's original one can come out... either way is fine.

Raphael is the wild card. Even in God's time, he was an unpredictable force. For the most part, Raphael doesn't like MC. Like... he kind of hates them. MC is not God. Everyone runs around acting like MC should be treated like God, like the person that created them. Well, they're not! MC isn't God nor will they ever be. If he's the only angel that will uphold God's memory rather than replacing them, then so be it. But, sometimes, and he can't explain when or why those sometimes are, MC will stupify him. Through their utter stupidity or naiveté, they will ignore all the bile and vitriol he sends their and everyone else's way and show him compassion and benevolence, even understanding. It's in those moments that, for the briefest of moments, he can almost understand how every other angel was fooled into thinking this human was the God they all so dearly miss. But it also reminds him that MC really can't be God, because God -- as often as they showed such things to the others -- never turned that kindness toward him -- the problem child.

How the newly introduced Cherubim fit in, I am unsure...

#❖ nonie #love letters ❤️#talkin' whb #god mc au

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Me and Alex starting that enemies to lovers doomed by the narrative romance 💕💞

Yandere Obey Me Replacement Au (Lovers to Rivials Scenario)

◇About The Rivial Student◇

In a nutshell:

Rivial student and Mc were once lovers.. But doomed by the narrative, they're no longer together. Instead, in a twisted sense of humor, the brothers decided to manipulate and mold the most important person in Mc's life into someone who hurts them the most as a form of punishment and 'education'.

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To be honest in another scenario or similar universe, you and Alex could've been lovers. Maybe you knew her before transfering to RAD. Maybe during the 'rivalry' between the two of you, there was some lingering tension. Perhaps there were some moments that would leave her confused on how she felt about you.

Maybe she in love with the brothers until you snapped her out of her thoughts and freed her from their hypnotic spell. You'd have her guessing on why you were acting the way you were with her and why she was so frustrated whenever you'd look at her in a certain way that felt so familiar..

She'd ask you why you were like this, why you were acting so..Weird with her- but you'd just smile at her with that stupid heartwrenching smile.

Perhaps she was your girlfriend before you were dragged to hell. Perhaps you never saw her in years until you snapped and screamed during the brothers suffocating moments of intimacy- breaking down, saying you had a life, how you had everything, how much you missed your nerdy girlfriend before they took you away.

Of course this didn't slide very well, especially when their pride was hurt. So as a twisted cruel prank, they thought it would be funny to bring this 'girlfriend' of yours to you! You miss her afterall right?

Maybe that's why you're so desperate to reach out to this 'rivial replacement' student. Perhaps it's why you endure their bullying and crude insults. Because you knew her, you loved her - and it hurt seeing her being twisted into this ugly person you knew she wasn't. God looking back, the brothers were really rubbing the salt in your wound by making her so in love with them, huh?

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anintrovertedechoe · 1 year

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replaced mc au this human au that WHEN ARE WE GOING TO GET THE ANGEL AU BROTHERS WHO SUFFER LILITH’S FATE ?!

when lilith is still alive and they’re in the celestial realm and they’re the ones who fall for a human ?!

or god forbid, AFTER Lilith dies and they’re somehow still angels (Lucifer was too heartbroken and fearful to rebel anymore once Lilith dies; he cannot afford to lose another member of his found and chosen family. He surrenders and comes back on his knees, begging for his family to not be hurt.) and they realize that this was why Lilith chose to go against their father.

Lucifer who is so, so bitter against humanity but unable to blame them. Lucifer who knows you cannot blame the lambs for a Shepard led astray. Lucifer who’s broken and full of self hatred for what he’s done to his family by letting his sister go down to the human realm. Lucifer who would rather have been the villain to his brothers and beloved youngest sister than lost the little Angel who had worked her way into he and his brothers’ hearts. Lucifer who doesn’t let it show and carries on because he cannot afford to mess up (he would never forgive himself if he lost another). Lucifer who hardens up and bears his brothers’ hatred towards him for his apathy, because he would rather cry alone than let his brothers see him so broken. Lucifer who then meets you. Lucifer who can stop being infallible and relax for once in his life when in your company. Lucifer complaining about his duties for once in his life because with you, he is not a Seraph or oldest brother but a man, flawed and vulnerable, and he never knew how much he needed someone like you until you were already in his life. Lucifer meeting you and falling for you and fucking terrified, because he knows what is coming. Lucifer who knows that his brothers wouldn’t survive losing him, and who knows that the Celestial Realm in itself would fall into peril if he follows in his sister’s footsteps, and yet can’t help but fall into your embrace any time he has time to spare. Lucifer who knows that he might fall, but that it’s worth it if it’s for you.

Mammon, falling apart at the seams trying to keep his family sewn together. Mammon hurting and shouldering the hurt his brothers suffer from. Mammon who wonders if anything he might have done would have mattered in the end, or if it would be pointless anyways with how big of a fuck up he is. Mammon who cries at night because why would she do this? Why would she give everything up for a single mortal? Mammon who then he meets you and no longer wonders why Lilith did what she did, because he would die for you too. Mammon who knows that he has a safe place and that that safe place is you. Mammon who knows that he doesn’t have to be strong with you. Mammon who, with you, isn’t his brothers’ shoulder to cry on, or Lucifer’s only confidant. Mammon who, with you, is allowed to be hurting and weak. Allowed to express his grief. Mammon knowing that you are a place where he’s allowed to cry and scream and fall apart, because he knows you will take him into your arms and put him back together again. Mammon who wouldn’t know what to do if one day you weren’t okay. Mammon who knows Lucifer won’t survive him falling. Mammon who tries to keep you a secret but he’s never been good at keeping secrets from his older brother, especially not when Lucifer notices that Mammon can finally smile again.

Leviathan blaming himself for being so useless all the time. Leviathan who knows that it’s his fault Lilith died. Leviathan should have seen the signs, should have talked to her, should of gotten up and done something good in his life for once. Leviathan who thinks he will never forgive himself, or ever stop hating himself. Leviathan who spends his days full of bitterness and hate towards himself. Leviathan who thinks maybe it would have been better if he had died instead. And then Leviathan who meets you. Leviathan who meets you and all of a sudden whatever he does is something to be worth celebrating. Leviathan who is always enough for you. Leviathan who is worthy and is loveable and thinks he can learn to love himself if it means seeing what you see in him. Leviathan who finds a new purpose in life which is to live and love, all for you. Leviathan whose brothers see him smiling for the first time in forever because he is no longer filled with the guilt of what he could have done. Leviathan who knows that no matter what he might have tried, he could have never have changed his sister’s mind, because he, too, would go against his father if it meant being loved like this for only a second longer.

Satan who is formed in battle and raised in bloodshed. Satan who is treated like a monster despite being just as much as an Angel as the rest of his brothers. Satan whose wrath is constantly boiling and writhing beneath his skin, ready to come out at a moment’s notice. Satan who only keeps his anger in check because his fear is greater than his wrath. Satan who knows that Michael is always watching, and that he is one passive aggressive comment away from another punishment. Satan who wakes up screaming from nightmares of a life he never lived. Satan who sees how other angels look at him, and sees his brothers try their best to love him but it’s so hard when you’re grieving to learn to love another. Satan who’s fucking miserable and wishes that the sister he knows almost nothing about had been stronger than her love for a human, because he can’t fucking stand it in this place. But then Satan meets you. And suddenly he is more than Wrath and he is worth loving. He is passionate and kind and his own fucking person. He is more than Lucifer’s ugliness. He is love and grief and anger and joy and all the little things that were never said but felt tenfold. Satan who has never met his sister but for once understands her, because he, too, would do anything for your love.

Asmodeus who doesn’t know who he is anymore. Asmodeus who was once the Jewel of the Heavens but now can see nothing but ugliness in his bloodstained hands. (Lilith’s blood and blame taints him; if only he had known, maybe he could have fixed this.) Asmodeus who sees his brothers struggling and runs away from it all because he doesn’t want this to be his new reality. The past is his only solace and he chooses to live in it rather than embrace the present. Asmodeus who has never felt so hideous and ugly as a person until now. Asmodeus who only learns to feel beautiful again once you come into the picture. Asmodeus, who, usually so meticulous about his appearance, (it’s the only thing he has control over nowadays. he is a wreck in the inside but refuses to let it show. his smile is perfect and his skin is soft, and he wishes he could heal his mind like he heals his once cracked nails.) lets your clumsy hands fix his hair into a messy and lopsided braid. Asmodeus who learns how it feels to be loved in every aspect, wholly and unconditionally, all because of you. Asmodeus who lets his real laugh out (ugly and loud) and feels mortified only for his worries to melt away when he sees your smile full of fondness and adoration directed at him once more. Asmodeus who sees why Lilith fell, and sees why her love for humanity mattered more than her life. Asmodeus who loves you more than he loves his white wings. Asmodeus who would fall if it meant getting to spend a night in your bed, doing nothing but holding each other in your arms and whispering secrets between smiles.

Beelzebub who is a failure. Beelzebub who knows he will never forgive himself. Beelzebub who finds himself screaming in his head more often than not these days, who finds that his sleep is often plagued with nightmares and he would rather stay awake until he cannot. Beelzebub whose bed feels empty with only Belphie in it. Beelzebub who misses Lilith with his heart and soul. Beelzebub who feels Belphie’s hatred growing by the day and is terrified because he doesn’t know what to do. Beelzebub who doesn’t know whether to tell Lucifer and risk harm coming to Belphie or let his brother suffer and suffocate in his hatred. Beel who was supposed to protect his family and failed so badly that they will never be the same because of it. Beelzebub who sees your soft smile and sobs because for once in his life he is the one being protected. Beelzebub who lets you wipe his ever-coming stream of tears away and wipe his face with a wet cloth. Beelzebub who melts into you when you hold him ever so gently. Beelzebub who feels so, so, small in your arms, and for once doesn’t mind. Beelzebub who doesn’t know how Belphegor would react if he found out about you but is willing to do whatever it takes to protect you. Beelzebub who is willing to follow Lilith’s footsteps if something ever happened to you, regardless of if he comes out of it alive or not.

Belphegor who is broken. Belphegor who is consumed by hatred for humanity for taking his sister away. Belphegor who doesn’t know why Beel chose him over Lilith. Belphegor who doesn’t know what to do anymore. Belphegor who finds he cannot sleep anymore because all that comes to his head is his sister’s last breaths. Belphegor who cannot forgive himself for being the reason for Lilith’s death. Belphegor who screams and sobs into his twin brother’s arms because it is so unfair that this had happened to their family of all people. Belphegor who dreams of blood filling his lungs instead of Lilith’s. Belphegor who wishes he had died instead. Belphegor who escaped to the human world to visit his and Lilith’s secret spot and finds you instead. Belphegor who is ready to kill but falls apart instead when you tell him that his eyes are full of grief. Belphegor who lets you take him in your arms and rock him to sleep. Belphegor who sleeps peacefully for the first time since Lilith’s death in your gentle arms. Belphegor who falls for your gentleness in the way you approach him and his grief and decides that you are too good and kind to kill. Belphegor who falls so hard that he is disgusted with himself for ever hating a species that is so wonderful that it created you. Belphegor who knows why Lilith died, now, because he thinks he would too, if it meant being with you. Belphegor who talks to Lilith in his dreams and tells her that she would be happy, knowing he had found someone as wonderful as yourself. Belphegor who learns to forgive, both humanity and himself.

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