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messysketchyobeyme · 1 year

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HII! could you please write for the #10 prompt "I think... I'm in love with (Name)" || "Congrats on being the last one to find out" with one of the obey me brothers? I want Lucifer but i think it would be hard to fit in with his character<//3

Lucifer was usually great at holding his Demonus. With six younger brothers to babysit care for, he had to be the responsible one, usually only allowing himself a sip or two in their presence to get the edge off. Who knew what kind of nefarious deeds his brothers would get up to if they ever caught him so much so as tipsy? It was better not to risk it.

Fortunately, or maybe, unfortunately, Diavolo had the ability to rid Lucifer of most of his inhibitions, especially on quiet nights like these. He often found himself indulging a little too much whenever he was in his presence.

“Would you like me to pour you some more Demonus, Lucifer?” Diavolo’s speech was slurred, but he still took care to enunciate every word, “You still have some left in your bottle. You might actually lose this competition at this rate.”

The room swam in front of him, and Lucifer struggled to keep himself upright. He rested his chin against the palm of his hand to prevent himself from toppling over. “In your dreams.” Lucifer held out his glass. He was the one who suggested this competition in the first place, and he had no intention of losing.

Diavolo’s hand wobbled as he poured the Demonus, causing some of the blue liquid to splash out of the glass. Lucifer paid no mind to it and downed the drink in one gulp, allowing the bubbly taste to numb the back of his throat. He put down the glass with more force than necessary, causing a clinking sound to emanate in the air.

“How have they been faring so far?” Diavolo took a considerably smaller sip from his own glass.

“Who?” Lucifer squinted, racking his brain as to who Diavolo could be referring to. He did tie Mammon to the ceiling this morning, so maybe that was it. He seemed fine when Lucifer was leaving, but he did spend the entire afternoon shouting complaints at the top of his lungs.

Lucifer thought it was ludicrous that Mammon had the audacity to claim that it wasn’t his fault, especially considering how Lucifer was punishing him for his newest money-laundering scheme. Though, he did think it was kind of impressive how Mammon managed to–

“The human exchange student?” Diavolo laughed, “I haven’t had the time to catch up with them recently, so I was just curious.” Another sip.

Oh, yes. He should have known. “They’re doing fine, I suppose.” Lucifer sat up in his seat. “They’ve been busy with RAD as of late, so I hadn’t had the time to talk much with them, either.”

“Does that upset you?”

Lucifer gave Diavolo a deadpan glare, who silently looked back with a wide smile. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, and Lucifer was certain that his own gaze did not fare any better. “No, it doesn’t,” Lucifer said, “In fact, I’m proud of them for taking their work seriously. My brothers could follow their lead in that regard.”

“They’re quite intelligent, aren’t they?” Diavolo swirled the Demonus in his glass, causing the blue liquid to sparkle and shine against the warm light of the fire quietly crackling in the fireplace.

Lucifer poured himself another drink. “You don’t know half of it.” He hiccuped and played it off as a cough. “I offered to tutor them in Devildom History once, and during the session, they ended up correcting me on some inane fact that I had apparently forgotten.”

Diavolo tossed his head back and cackled, slapping his thigh for good measure. “I’d have loved to be a fly on the wall during that conversation!” He continued to giggle, “What did you say?”

“Nothing. I simply corrected myself and moved on. They kept bringing it up the entire session and afterward, though. It was annoying having to deal with their incessant bragging to anyone who would listen.” Lucifer sighed when Diavolo let out another peal of laughter. A smile threatened to tug on his lips, but he fought the urge. “I didn’t tell them, but I was really impressed. Not only by their grades but by how easily they’ve acclimated to the Devildom.”

“Go on…”

Lucifer had no idea why Diavolo was egging him on like this, but his mouth started to move on its own. “I don’t know.” He stared at the ceiling to look for answers that weren’t there. “I just think it’s nice how they’ve started making Devilom meals during their dinner duty or listening to our music.” Diavolo gave him a questioning look, so he clarified, “I caught them listening to one of my cursed records in my office. I was about to scold them for sneaking inside, but they looked so…” Lucifer struggled to find the right words. “...happy. Their eyes were closed and they were singing along to the music. I didn’t want to interrupt, so I sat outside and listened in.”

Diavolo nodded along to his story…and kept nodding a tad longer than what was socially acceptable. “Wow, Lucifer, that’s–”

“They had a nice singing voice, too. A little loud but melodic. I’ve never heard them sing before, so it caught me off guard.” Lucifer hadn’t meant to cut Diavolo off, but the words kept tumbling out. “You know, at one point, I closed my eyes and pretended that they were singing just for me.” His cheeks immediately flushed when he realized what he had just said. Lucifer massaged his forehead with his forefinger and thumb, mumbling a swear under his breath.

Diavolo laughed again, but it was louder this time. While wheezing, he jerked his hand and spilled some of his Demonus on his shirt. When Diavolo noticed what he had done, he calmed himself down and placed his glass in the center of the table. He dabbed the liquid off with a napkin.

“Well.” The corners of Diavolo’s lips quirked up. “I’m glad that our human exchange student has found themselves right at home.”

Lucifer’s chest warmed up at the word ‘our’ and almost exploded when he heard ‘home.’ He knew that their true home was in the human world, but he genuinely hoped that they considered the Devildom home, too. At the very least, he wished that they were as happy spending time with him as he was being with them. They were always off getting themself into trouble or doing something else insane, and as much as Lucifer pretended to be annoyed, he was extremely endeared to it. They were exciting and fun, and he hadn’t been this happy since–

Lucifer’s stomach dropped, and a wave of cold rushed over him. It was almost enough to be sobering. Almost. He buried his head in his hands and gave a long, shuddering sigh.

“Lucifer?” Diavolo placed a hand on his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“I think…” Lucifer took a deep breath and sat up. Diavolo took his hand away from him, but it still remained hovering in the air. “I’m in love with them.”

He stared at the table, trying to digest this information himself. The engravings in the wood kept wiggling around, making it hard to focus on one thing at a time. He wasn’t sure how Diavolo was going to react. A human and a demon? Together? The mere idea was absurd.

“Congratulations on being the last one to find out!” Diavolo slapped Lucifer’s back.

“Diavolo!” he hissed.

Diavolo rubbed the spot where he had slapped Lucifer. “I’m sorry about that,” he apologized, “I’m just so happy that you’ve finally realized. It’s been a long time coming.”

Lucifer scowled at his lap. What did he mean by ‘last one’?

“So, when are you going to tell them?”

“What?” Lucifer jerked his head up. “No, no, I can’t.” The room started to spin again, but it was dizzying and uncomfortable this time. Not at all bubbly and warm.

“And why not?”

“I’m Lucifer, and they’re just some measly human. The three worlds still haven’t taken kindly to the idea of a human getting with someone who…isn’t.” Lucifer said, his lips twisting into a pinched frown, “You of all people should know that.”

Diavolo sighed. A wistful look gleamed in his eye. “Of course, I know, but I believe this could be what we’re looking for. A chance to bridge our worlds with the power of–” He waggled his shoulders. “Love.”

“This isn’t some fairytale,” Lucifer groaned, “Besides, all of my brothers are already in love with them. They’d all throw themselves at the wall at the chance to date them.”

Diavolo smiled in that same exact way that Lucifer hated. “Alright. I won’t press any further. You don’t have to tell them anything you don’t want to.”

Lucifer bit his tongue to prevent himself from shouting that he did want to. He wanted to tell them that he loved them, but, most importantly, he wanted them to wholeheartedly return his feelings. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if they didn’t like him back or viewed him the same way they did with the rest of his brothers. He wanted to be special in their eyes, even if he wasn’t ready to admit the same.

He didn’t say any of that. Instead, he thanked Diavolo and bid him farewell.

As Diavolo walked Lucifer to the entrance, he asked, “Are you sure you wouldn’t like Barbatos to escort you home?” He tripped over his shoes and chuckled at himself.

Lucifer stumbled over and leaned against the door, opening it with his weight. “No. The House of Lamentation isn’t too far. I’ll be fine.” He shivered, pulling his coat together over his body when the air hit him.

“Okay,” Diavolo said. After a brief pause, he asked, “Same time next week?”

Lucifer nodded. As much as he wasn’t fond of the sudden revelation he had today, this time with Diavolo was the only time he had to let off steam with one of the closest people to him. Diavolo patted him on the arm, gave him a bottle of Demonus for the road, and sent him on his way.

As Lucifer staggered along the path home, thoughts of you swirled in his head. Your laugh, your smile, the smug look you get whenever you try to one-up him…

He couldn’t wait to get home to see you again and was yearning for your company on this chilly night. Right now, you would probably be complaining about how cold your fingers were while sneakily trying to stuff them down his shirt. He would never give you the satisfaction, but the thought made him smile.

It eventually got to be too much. Lucifer had to see you now, so he pulled out his D.D.D. and scrolled to your contact. Upon seeing your profile picture, his chest warmed in the same way it had earlier. It was too late to call you, so he started texting. His heart skipped a beat when you responded, and he had forgotten all about the chilly night air.

#Obey Me #Obey Me Lucifer #Obey Me Diavolo #Obey Me MC #Lucifer/MC #Fanfic #I don't need to say that this is based on that one daily chat with Lucifer #do I?#Anything can fit in with Lucfier's character if he's drunk enough lol

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dawnsbreaking · 1 year

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She already knew the approximate shape and size of the sorrows Lucifer was attempting to drown before she found him in his office. Such was knowledge won from experience, won from several sleepless nights spent trying to convince him to open up to her. The sin of pride kept his feelings locked behind an iron door, but she’d been handed a key more than once. - lucifer obeyme has eldest daughter trauma, let's get into it

read on Ao3 pairing: Lucifer/MC (she/her) word count: 1,380

spoilers for after lesson 16!!

She already knew the approximate shape and size of the sorrows he was attempting to drown before she found him in his office. Such was knowledge won from experience, won from several sleepless nights spent trying to convince him to open up to her.

Lucifer’s sin of pride kept his feelings locked behind an iron door, but she’d been handed a key more than once.

At first, it felt like she had to convince him that her feeble human mind could handle the depth of his worries. Then there was the realization that such prejudices were a veil to hide behind, too.

Now, she’d won battles enough to face him like this—late at night, bringing with her a bottle of demonus and a warm blanket. She loved to make offerings of comfort to her favorite demon.

She didn’t knock on the door. Experience taught her that he wouldn’t answer.

There he was, when she turned the knob, at his desk, halo-ed by the light of a flickering candle behind him in the window. His hair, usually pristine, was ruffled. His jacket was removed and his shirt, with two extra buttons undone, lay unevenly across his chest.

So few beings would get to see him like this. Unkempt and unraveled.

“I knew you’d be here,” she said. “Are you cold?”

One wouldn’t think that the Devildom would get cold. But it did. Lucifer’s office especially.

He shook his head, remained silent. He didn’t protest, though, when she came to his side and laid the blanket across his shoulders.

She knew better than to push him to speak. These interactions followed a script now. She took her usual seat on his desk, legs swinging just beside him. He didn’t bat an eye at the intrusion like he had before.

Once he acclimated to her presence, he’d eventually speak freely about his troubles as if she weren’t in the room at all.

Lucifer was a troubled man. He worried constantly.

There was a certain anxiety that never went away once one had lost everything. Their home, their place in the world, their young sister.

She knew a fuzzy, intangible version of the same feeling; everything she loved was in another realm entirely. It was different, though, because she could go back. Lucifer had lost everything permanently. And he lived with that reality, for the better part, alone.

His brothers, though they’d lost the same things, couldn’t possibly understand. To them, the Celestial realm was a childhood, a distant memory. To the younger ones, it wasn’t a thought at all. Losing that had been an inevitability of growing older. Besides, they enjoyed the frivolity of life in the Devildom.

Lucifer, though, he’d enjoyed being good. He’d excelled in his previous life. In the Devildom, the eldest was always treading water.

He didn’t regret it, as painful as it was. Lucifer enjoyed being able to sacrifice for his brothers to enjoy their half-lives. He hoped they would never come to notice that anything was missing.

His pride allowed him so little room for regret, anyhow.

“Should I have told them sooner?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper.

She waited a moment, wondering whether the question was posed rhetorically.

He looked up at her, eyes searching, prompting a response.

“I think you made the right choice,” she said, “you know what’s best for your brothers.”

A sardonic laugh pierced through her careful answer.

“Do I?”

“I think so.”

She knew that persistence was key with Lucifer. So often, he tested her allegiance by pushing her away. He’d known so many lonely years, it didn’t phase him to tempt a few thousand more.

When he remained quiet, she raised the bottle of demonus she’d brought from its place on the desk.

“I brought you this,” she said, “it was a gift from Mammon.”

Taking the bottle from her hands, Lucifer seemed to clear for a moment. He looked up, as if truly seeing her for the first time.

“This is a drink for celebrations,” he chided.

She shrugged. This was something she’d guessed but, as a stranger in a foreign realm, she was allowed to make the occasional mistake. If those mistakes gave Lucifer a reason to speak to her, so be it. He could never resist correcting someone when they were wrong.

“In my realm, we drink for all sorts of reasons.”

“I know.” He knitted his brows at her. It annoyed him when she attempted to explain human customs to him. “Why did Mammon give you this? You know it doesn’t have an effect on humans.”

Again, she shrugged. Playing innocent was so much easier than admitting that she’d asked for the bottle for just such an occasion. It had been meant for Lucifer all along.

“You were drinking before I got here.”

He barked a laugh. “Yes, wine.”

“Keep that for a celebration, then. You can say you confiscated it from me if you won’t have it as a gift.”

“Hm.” He ran a thumb along the wax seal on the neck of the bottle as his eyes glazed over with unpleasant thoughts again. She was only ever able to distract him from his racing mind for a few moments at a time.

She waited. Like the brothers were assigned representative sins, sometimes she felt that patience was her assigned representative virtue. It had been an uphill battle for all of them to accept her the way they did. Every good thing that had happened to her in the Devildom—every moment of tenderness from the brothers—had been fought for and won with saintlike forbearance.

Lucifer spoke again. “I thought I was guarding them from temptation to see Lilith. And that I was guarding Belphegor by keeping him locked away. But if I lost my brothers’ trust in the process, was it worth it?”

Silent, she considered. Though she felt it unlikely that the brothers’ trust had been lost in earnest, she knew better than to push back. Her best tact at the moment was silence. He needed an empathetic ear above anything else.

He continued, “They all hate me. All that I’ve done for them—“ He paused, took a breath. She recognized the act of checking his pride. “I thought I was being selfless, shouldering the blame. Maybe I was wrong not to trust them.”

“You did the best you could with the choices you had.” She reached down and pushed his hair back, hand lingering to hold his face. He wouldn’t look at her.

“It wasn’t enough.” He scoffed. “It’s never enough.”

Very realistically, he was right to keep the secret from his brothers. Lucifer alone was always going to be better than six unknown variables at holding a secret. This fact didn’t stop him from lamenting, however, when things became complicated.

“It’s not fair to you, the blame you’ve taken. But if no one else sees all you’ve done for your brothers, let it be me that does.”

Lucifer looked down at his desk, heaving another breath. He took the wine glass in hand and rubbed the condensation from below the rim. For all his pride, he could never take a compliment on the chin.

“Thank you,” he said, finally. “I just don’t think I can accept your kindness.”

“You don’t?” She almost laughed.

“Did you already forget that my brother almost killed you today? Because of me, you almost died.” Lucifer looked up to meet her eyes, face twisted into an almost frightening scowl.

She shook her head at him. “You aren’t responsible for Belphegor’s actions.”

“Truly,” he sneered, “humans have no sense of self-preservation.”

This was a common tactic from him. Insulting her species as a whole was easier than accepting the reality of her affections for him.

“Or, perhaps, I trust you.” She slid from his desk and deposited herself into his lap, curling her arms around his neck, both to hold herself in place and to make him look at her. “I knew you wouldn’t let anything happen to me.”

He avoided her eyes. “You give me too much credit.”

“Mhm.” There was no point in arguing with him. His pride was in tact, after all. Instead, she put her faith in the fact of her body against his. It was enough that she was there. It was enough that he allowed her to stay with him.

- thank you for reading! i am plagued by thoughts about him. comments/reblogs much appreciated!!

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obeythedemons · 2 years

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I’d like to request Picnic with Lucifer pls

Picnic [Obey Me! Lucifer/MC]

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 325

3000 Follower Event: Date Night

Obey Me! Masterlist

Lucifer knelt down by a candle in a jar and carefully lit the wick. He glanced at everything set out on the blanket beneath the blooming tree. A bottle of demonus and MC’s favorite drink, all of MC’s favorite foods, a fresh bouquet of flowers, candles, and a view of the lake with stars shimmering above.

“What’s all this?” MC’s voice sounded from behind Lucifer.

Lucifer looked over his shoulder, his heart leaped in his chest for a moment. Though, he remained calm on the outside. “You’re early,” he mused out but wasn’t at all displeased. “Were you so excited to see me you couldn’t wait?”

MC just barely resisted rolling their eyes as they walked closer to the Avatar of Pride. “You still didn’t answer my question.”

Lucifer glanced down at the picnic he had set up. “I wanted to show you how much you mean to me. Although, this is only a fraction of my true feelings for you. Still, I do hope you enjoy it.”

MC gazed at how he had arranged their favorite things for them to enjoy. They smiled at him. “Is this what you said you would be busy with?”

Lucifer nodded. “Yes, I didn’t want my brothers to interrupt anything. I wanted to be able to savor this time alone with you.” He took a deep breath and helped them sit on the blanket with him. “I may not express it enough, but I do cherish you. I cherish you more than you may ever know.” Lucifer placed his hand over MC’s as he gazed longingly into their eyes. “And I always will.” His gaze turned to their lips. He took a deep breath and moved his attention to the food. “Shall we dig in?”

MC blinked as they tried to process what just happened. They nodded and shuffled closer to him. A small smile graced their lips, the same lips that Lucifer kept returning his gaze to.

#Obey Me!#Obey Me #Lucifer #Obey Me Lucifer #MC #Main Character #Lucifer/MC #Drabble #Oneshot #Ficlet #3000 Followers #Date night

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olliepopart · 1 year

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Commission for my good friend Zeni <3

#obey me #lucifer #mc #my art #lucifer/mc

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eldritchlittleblackdragon · 2 years

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Still on my Alice kick but I want to talk about Joey and Lucifer again.

Just. Really fun really good story with those two.

You got the devil when he wasn't the devil yet falling in love with a human and then god was a jerk about the whole thing. And decided hey let's play a reincarnation version of keep away and Lucifer was like "oh. oh it's on!" and proceeds to follow her around from lifetime to lifetime for the next several thousand years.

Also at one point they had a son who is also the Devil (Satan) and adopted a son also (Luke).

There's a lot more to it but that's the general gist of things.

#joey andrews (obey me oc)#lujoey #lbd speaks #lucifer/oc #lucifer/mc #joey is basically my take on the mc #but she's not related to lilith in any way #instead that is the backstory of a different oc in the same story

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completelyshatteredbrokenmschf · 12 days

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If anyone wants to meet my unusal MC I am starting a fic with her on AO3 Meet Maggie, the Recovering Catholic Green Witch who lives in a cabin in the woods, and knows exactly who Lucifer Morningstar and his brothers are. And doesn't trust them one iota.

#ObeyMe FanFiction #Lucifer/MC #Eventual Romance #SLowBURN

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zephyrchama · 23 days

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Falling asleep in one of the House of Lamentation's common rooms can be a gamble. At best, somebody kindly carries you back to your room and tucks you in. Or maybe they leave you where you were, but drape a jacket or blanket over you.

Sometimes they go overboard, and you wake up with too many blankets. It's sweltering hot and excessively heavy. You thought the brothers were just being supportive in a weird way until Mammon accidentally revealed everyone is trying to break the record of 23 blankets and three duvets.

Sometimes you wake up with a full manicure and facial in progress. Asmo likes the practice.

Sometimes you wake up wearing Lucifer's reading glasses or Mammon's sunglasses. The Anti-Lucifer League must have thought you make a good hiding spot.

Sometimes you wake up with fresh food next to you. Particularly if you fell asleep near mealtime. The strong smell of Devildom cuisine rouses you awake, and you catch Beel trying to tip-toe away.

Sometimes you find... offerings. Bottled tea, or sticker sheets, or a coin placed on your cheek. Levi started taking pictures and in thanks decided to make a shrine dedicated to his idol (you).

Sometimes they draw on your face. The first person to do so will leave a marker for anyone else who happens to feel creative. You've woken up with whiskers, a mustache, fake eyes drawn over your eyelids, money signs drawn on your eyelids, swirls and hearts, a goatee, a big unibrow, and you're pretty sure the twins are the culprits behind a game of tic-tac-toe.

Sometimes you get notes. Simple reminders, or a notice that Lucifer's left the house so please make sure to check that everyone's behaving when you wake up. Occasionally you wake up completely covered in post-its with silly messages.

Sometimes you get kisses. They leave no trace, unless their sender gets carried away and sticks around.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me scenarios #omswd #obey me headcanon #obey me x mc #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me lucifer #obey me swd #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me mc

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barbatos-wife · 8 months

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A typical day at Devildom. (It's not my job)

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #omswd #obey me fanart #obey me fandom #fanart #mc obey me

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solomiracle · 3 months

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lucifer catching you doing something stupid and he calls you endearing names/compliments you but in the most exasperated tone

"i trust you're not plotting my downfall with satan and belphie again, right, my beloved lamb?"

"you, the one who outshines all the stars in the sky... the one who takes my breath away with just a glimpse... are seriously going along with mammon's pyramid sceme?"

"my love, my reason for living, my light, my heart, my soul. explain to me why half of the room has been blown up."

#gives you a long tender kiss then tells you to do the dishes #from me #obey me #hcs #imagines #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #1 #lucifer x mc #x mc #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader

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lovetei · 10 months

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Things that the citizens of the Devildom witnessed that will prove that this Human have the characters at their beck and call

Versions: The Brothers, Side characters

Warnings: Gender neutral pronouns for MC, Cussing, Slight yandere themes (Belphegor, Asmodeus)

Links: Masterlist

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LUCIFER

This demon likes sticking to rules

Running on hallways? Detention

Eating during class? Detention

Not paying attention to class? Detention

No one is safe...

Except for one person.

The cafeteria if filled with loud noises, your voice shouting profanities to another demon specifically.

Everyone listening to the argument feels like they're stomach is about to burst out of nervousness because "What if Lucifer randomly comes in and put all of us is detention because we just stood by and didn't do anything to stop the fight?!"

And he did.

But what surprised them is that he didn't shout or anything, he just stood there for a few second and scanned the crowd looking for one of his brothers.

Spotted Mammon and came close to him before whispering something among themselves.

And then he just stood there

Doing nothing

As if it's just fucking okay to let a human, the exchange student at that, to scream and curse a demon because he won't cooperate into this project.

And when the demon started cursing back at you, the rules are suddenly so strict as if cussing will cause the end of the 8 rings of hell.

The demon is sent to detention, removed from the group, suspended, and many more.

And who knows? Maybe you pulled just a few strings to have that demon expelled.

But what the citizens sure know is that they never saw anyone again after talking to MC like that.

MAMMON

It was cute

Mammon would do anything for you, no matter how big or small it is.

One day, Mammon was spotted running around the halls of RAD.

Looking like he's getting chased by Lucifer, again.

But surprisingly, he's not.

He's just running around the school fetching your fan, notebooks, bag, pens, water or some snacks.

One time, you two were put in a group for this project and were talking about it with your other group mates.

Then you hit him with a "Mammon, I left my notebook on my desk in the potions class, can you fetch it for me?"

With just a blink of an eye, Mammon who was leaning on your shoulder just a few minutes ago is gone.

And with another blink of an eye he's there again with your notebook on his hands then he's back to leaning on your shoulder again as if he didn't just go to the other side of the school for a notebook.

LEVIATHAN

He's introverted

He won't go out his room if it's just for some lame party

I also headcanons for him to be the most unseen brother

Or like him having the smallest amount of photo and information online because he just won't go out.

Yeah, he won't go out if it's just some small, lame party but if Diavolo hosts it, what exactly can he do?

"Do you think the avatar of envy will attend this party?"

"Ha! No way... Lord Leviathan won't attend small parties or gatherings like these unless Lord Diavolo hosts it himself."

"Lord Leviathan really has a high standard when it comes to gatherings..."

And then poof

He's there

Beside you

A happy go lucky sheep beside a gloomy snake

What a match

And if you ask him why he would attend such gatherings when it's totally not even his style he would just go like "MC."

"What can I do? MC really wants to see the fireworks display."

"MC wants me to escort them."

So they got the hint on how to make Levi attend gatherings, either have Diavolo host it or invite MC too.

SATAN

He's angry

But not angry enough to yell when MC is around

Man's can go from 👹 to ☺️ real quick as soon as he felt MC's prescense

He doesn't know why too, but whenever he yell while you're around he thinks he'll fall out of favor

"WELL MAYBE IF YOU'RE SO PERFECT THEN WHY DON'T YOU GO AROUND WHILE YOU HAVE YOUR HEAD FAR UP YOUR ASS- Oh, Hi MC? How are you?"

He'll talk so sweet in front you and then when you turn around you can see some veins popping out of his neck and forehead.

And if he can't really handle it and went berserk in your prescense another scary yet amazing thing you can is to put your hand on his body.

Shoulder, head, neck, wrist, arm, wherever it is.

Just pat him or link your arms with him and he will start to calm down.

ASMODEUS

People headcanon him to like it when you're obsessed with him but I think he's more obsessed to you.

Like he's down bad

You can do anything and he'll literally fawn all over it

"Look at the way they run their hands through their hair!"

"Look at how they work!"

"The way they hold that fork is so graceful~"

Literally, you're the only person that comes to his mind when someone said pretty

Except for himself of course

But I swear, whenever someone caught him staring at you the atmosphere gets so thick

You don't even know why but the atmosphere is heavy and the air suddenly smells so sweet

And those heart in his eyes, the way his pupils dilate

Yeah, you have this man worshipping you alongside himself

BEELZEBUB

Other than the fact that he's actually willing to share his food with you

He's willing to help you in any physical works

Like lifting up things, carrying your stuffs and sometimes even running errands for you

I mean, he actually doesn't do it a lot because Lucifer actually asks Mammon for this stuff because the things Lucifer needs to be done is a little...

Shady?

And he doesn't want to taint Beel's innocence.

So now since you're already a part of the student council when Lucifer needs to have something important finished but it requires physical work.

You and Beel will be partnered

And he doesn't have anything against it either

He likes it so much when you command him to do something actually

I mean, he's tall and buff but Lucifer won't ask him to do anything that includes hard labor except taking care of Belphegor

So you actually helping him make use of all those muscles made him feel a tinge of happiness

He feels like he's actually of use :)

BELPHEGOR

This little brat

He would kill for you and he means it

He's not scared to spill blood on broad daylight as long as it's for you

Someone bothered you? Dead

Oh this person annoyed you? Taken care of

Aw~ He told you you're cute and asked you out on a date? That's sweet! Dead.

He's just like that

He won't tolerate anyone who dared disrespect you

And Lucifer won't even put a stop into this

"I mean, Devildom is quite overpopulated and we don't want anyone disrespecting Lord Diavolo's plan on bringing the three realms together now." Is what he reasons everytime.

Oh, he also wakes up on command as long as it's you.

Lucifer and his brothers could be shaking him like he's dead and he won't even bother to open his eyes

But if you just pulled a "Belphie? Good morning..." Oh dear, he's wide awake and clinging to you.

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

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anintrovertedechoe · 11 months

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Lucifer: who the fuck took my demonus i just wanna talk

the brothers knowing that whoever did is fucking dead:

MC: it was me.

Lucifer: what.

MC: it was me.

Lucifer: why??? you literally can’t even get drunk off it????

MC: it tastes like capri sun and i miss it you whore

Lucifer: what the fuck is a capri sun

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leonideez · 1 year

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After the initial shock and sadness of the brothers realizing that MC will die one day; I think i’d be funny if MC jokes about and and uses it as leverage occasionally.

Lucifer: MC your grades are horrible you need to work on the assignments that have been given to you

MC: i’m going to die one day and you’re going to be sad about all of the times i could have been happy and yet you made me do schoolwork instead

Like MC being an absolute menace would be so fucking funny to me

#obey me fluff #obey me x reader #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me x mc #obey me headcanons #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me x you

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dawnsbreaking · 1 year

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chapter 2/2

Rose ties up her loose end. (fic description: Lucifer's pact arc but he and MC have an established relationship.)

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Mammon is quick to join Rose on the stairs, rushing to her like there’s been an emergency.

“You’ve been gone for so long!” He says, throwing himself down on the steps. Rose can hear the jangling of keys and loose change in his jacket pockets with the harsh movement. “Got me all worried.”

Rose sighs and leans her head on Mammon’s shoulder, letting her eyes fall closed. She loves that she can always trust Mammon to be on her side, that she doesn’t feel the need to explain herself. She’s tired and overwhelmed, his shoulder is there for her. It’s as simple as that. She says nothing, waits for him to connect the dots himself.

Mammon’s voice is softer when he speaks again, more intrepid. “Was it the music? Too loud?”

“A little.”

“You coulda said somethin’.”

“It’s not just that.”

“My idiot brother still bothering you?”

“Yep.”

Mammon heaves a dramatic sigh, drooping his head to the side to rest his cheek against the crown of Rose’s head. They sit like that for a moment; soft breaths, sweet understanding.

As the second youngest brother, Mammon is most well acquainted with Lucifer’s flaws. He’s seen the worst of Lucifer’s stubbornness and pride up close. Even still, it’s clear that he admires his older brother more than anyone in the Devildom. Because of this duality, Rose can always trust him to be fair to Lucifer, while the younger brothers’ opinions on the eldest skew one direction or another.

“What should I do?” Rose asks, carefully breaking the silence

Mammon shrugs, the motion upsetting Rose’s head on his shoulder just a bit. She readjusts, not ready to let him go just yet.

“Satan said you were thinking about goin’ to talk to Lucifer.”

Rose frowns. She knows that the brothers talk about her behind her back and that they mean well, but she wishes they wouldn’t bring the meddling to her attention.

“I was thinking about it,” she confirms, “but, I don’t know…”

“Tell me what you’re thinkin’.” Mammon nudges her again, successfully freeing his shoulder from its duty as a headrest. Rose turns to meet his eyes, finding a careful, reserved expression that does its job to make honesty just a bit easier.

“I’m worried that going to find him would giving in. Like, am I going to have to find him every single time? Is he ever going to find me?”

Mammon is still for a moment, mulling over Rose’s words with care. Rose loves these moments with him, when he’s not showing off for his brothers or pulling off silly schemes. She basks in the idea that he feels comfortable enough around her to let his guard down and just be, without all the fanfare.

“I know what it’s like to be disappointed by Lucifer,” he says, finally, “but I also know that he’s trying his best. And he usually makes up for things in other areas when he’s lacking.”

“So…”

“Maybe it’s worth it to find him. Even if you always have to find him, he’ll make up for it somehow.”

This is enough to convince Rose. She pulls out her D.D.D. and scrolls to her thread of texts with Lucifer. Then, after typing out a message, she thinks better of it. It shouldn’t be hard to find him without texting.

“You’ve made up your mind,” Mammon laughs, “that was easy.”

“Thank you, oh, Great Mammon,” Rose deadpans. She stands, adjusting her skirt and pocketing her D.D.D. again.

Before she leaves him, Rose leans over Mammon and drops a kiss on his forehead. This wordless bit of thanks is genuine.

As soon as she exits the stairwell, Lucifer’s location in the House of Lamentation is made abundantly clear. One of Lucifer’s records is blaring from his study in the library. Rose giggles at this, despite herself. It’s obvious, for one that Lucifer has been expecting her to come find him. For two, Rose thinks he might be sulking.

She follows the music to the library, stalling in the door to the study.

Lucifer seems to sense her presence and calls for her before she’s ready to face him. “Instead of lurking around inside, why not come in?”

The words themselves are harsh, almost teasing, but Rose isn’t sold on the delivery. Lucifer’s voice is soft, just barely carrying through the open door.

Sometimes, Rose thinks that Lucifer plays a caricature of himself, leaning into his fatal sin as a way to separate himself from uncomfortable human feelings. When it doesn’t harm her, Rose is unbothered. Sometimes, she even finds it endearing. She knows him well, and this is a great honor in itself.

Lucifer gets away with a lot of pride and a lot of apparent indifference because Rose sees right through it to the core of his fears. He pushes her away, needing confirmation that she’ll come right back. He acts like The Avatar of Pride, needing proof that Rose sees the difference between the persona and Lucifer’s true self.

“You’re having a party upstairs,” Lucifer says, neglecting to add a question mark. He may not have been invited, but very little happens inside the House of Lamentation without his knowledge. “I’ve been enjoying my records alone.”

“What are you listening to?” Rose closes the study door behind her. Privacy is rare and precious to both of them. She’s still a bit edgy, still a little hurt from him not attending her party, but the sight of him softens her. His hair is ruffled like he’s been worrying an unsteady hand through the strands, his tie is loosened and off-center. Lucifer doesn’t often look relaxed, but he looks even more ill-at-ease than usual.

He entertains her question about the record, it’s one that Rose borrowed from Levi as a favor. The golden thread of an admission beneath Lucifer’s choice shines through. Rose has mastered the art of seeing through the dark glass that shrouds his romanticisms. The record reminds him of her, and it reminds him of how good she is at handling his brothers. Levi would have never loaned that record to someone without having complete and total faith in them.

Rose moves closer, her gentle footsteps padding across the parquet flooring. She takes her favorite seat on the arm of Lucifer’s chair. It is a testament to their care for each other that he doesn’t flinch at the intrusion. He so rarely lets anyone close to him in this way.

“I was in this very room when I selected you for our exchange program.” Lucifer slips an arm around Rose’s waist, holds her steady. “When I first welcomed you here, I was only doing it for Diavolo. I figured that if you managed to survive a year here without any incidents, that was really all I could ask for.”

She’s heard this speech before in bits and pieces. It’s so difficult for Lucifer to admit to himself that he cares for Rose. He tells the story of her few months in the Devildom back to her, completely astonished at all of the changes to his own role in it.

On the surface, the thesis is that he can’t believe how much cares for her—a lowly human. Beneath the pride, in the hidden corners only Rose can bring light to, it’s that the thing between them is fate. That it feels quite a bit bigger than the sum of the parts.

“How do you feel now?” Rose asks. She’s humoring him for the sake of his nostalgic mood.

Lucifer leans back, looking pensive, and trails a hand up Rose’s back. The backs of his fingers brush along her spine. He turns his hand to take a piece of her hair in his palm and studies the shiny strand.

Rose’s heart pangs. She misses quiet moments like this already. She makes her legs feel the warmth of the fireplace and makes her hands feel the sturdiness of the leather chair, cataloguing each sensation as if recalling it later will feel anything like luxuriating in the real thing.

“What do you think?” Lucifer drops her hair and curls his arm back around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. Soft words fall on her neck when he speaks again. “I think you know the answer.”

Again a reminder: she knows him. She’s the only one that knows him like this. She’s silent, greedy in hoping for further confirmation.

Lucifer gives. “I made the right choice selecting you for the program.”

The tiny pinprick to his pride bursts forth with light. Rose feels warm and dizzy, so she takes the opportunity to lean fully on him for support. Her cheek brushes a curl of his dark hair. She stays quiet and lets her eyes drift closed. She is safe and warm in a steady embrace.

Rose feels a hand move her hair again, sweeping it over her shoulder. Lucifer presses a soft kiss to the back of her neck.

“I’ve had more fun in the last year than in my whole life, I think,” he muses, sounding as if he’s speaking more to himself than to anyone else.

“Fun?” Rose asks. She places a hand over his on her waist, squeezing his gloved palm.

Another kiss. His lips linger and he hums against her neck. “That’s right. You’ve made yourself well worth all of the trouble.”

A smile comes to her lips unbidden. Praise from Lucifer is worth more to her than anything else in the Devildom. The power of it makes her feel lightheaded and bubbly. “Good.”

“What about you?” he asks. There’s an unfamiliar trepidation in his tone. He swallows his words before speaking them. “Are you satisfied with your time here?”

Rose twists around to meet Lucifer’s eyes. Seeing her intention, he chuckles and makes things easier by pulling her down into his lap. He holds her there with both arms, though she doesn’t try to escape.

It takes a moment to regain her composure, but Rose knows exactly what to say when she does. She loops her arms around his neck but pulls back to meet his eyes. They’re quiet for a moment, taking in the feeling of both of them knowing exactly what’s missing and what it would mean to make things right.

“I still haven’t made a pact with you.” Rose traces Lucifer’s jawline with a thumb, feeling the tightness of his muscles there. It’s a big ask and she knows it. The Avatar of Pride has been vocal against the idea of a pact with a human. Rose can’t even bring herself to imagine not doing making a pact with him, though. Leaving the Devildom bound to only six of the brothers, leaving out her favorite of them, would feel like leaving one of her limbs behind. She can only sacrifice so much.

“You’ve made pacts with all of my brothers. I think you’re getting greedy.” Lucifer scoffs. His indignant tone doesn’t do much to hide the uncharacteristic meekness on his face and in his slouching shoulders.

When she made her first pact, the one with Mammon, Rose hadn’t yet understood the severity of what she was asking. She was a foreigner in a strange land, completely oblivious to the Devildom’s customs and social norms. In the light of their relationship and all of the feelings shared between them, asking Lucifer for a pact now was tenfold the effect of asking his hand in marriage.

She only smiles at his accusation. Maybe she is greedy to hold all of the brothers hearts this way, but she likes to think that she’s earned the privilege. The trust and love gained from the seven feels fought and died for at the end of a long year.

“Do you really want to make a pact with me? Truly?” Lucifer’s voice drops to a whisper. It feels so antithetical to his nature that he might be seeking validation from her, but Rose sees no other explanation for the hitch in his voice, the sudden avoidance of eye-contact. He continues, gaining steam as he remembers himself. “I don’t know how my brothers felt about making pacts with you, but I am more than a name to be crossed off of your list.”

This part of the speech feels rehearsed—maybe something he came up with before their relationship reached a certain point. There isn’t a question that Rose holds him in higher regard than the other six, but it might have been a worry when he first began considering the pact. He always knew she’d ask.

“You know I don’t think of you that way,” Rose chides.

A hint of a blush colors Lucifer’s cheeks. It’s as good as verbal praise, if not better.

“Good.” He pinches her waist. “I can’t have you lumping me together with everyone else. That won’t do.”

He’s leisurely in standing, kissing the back of Rose’s hand and holding it as she slides to her feet. He encroaches upon her as he stands, looming above her head. When he finally tries to drop her hand, Rose holds tight to it for an extra moment. It’s a familiar dance of rejection and reassurance, and Rose can tell that Lucifer never tires of it.

Rose is so preoccupied with tracing the edges of Lucifer’s smile that she hardly registers the wings that sprout from his back. The transformation to his demon form is instant, a little flutter at the end of a blink. Rose only grins, tilts her chin up to see his smile a few inches above its usual place. Maybe her time in the Devildom has made her strange. She finds even this version of him comforting when it should be terrifying.

“You’re too brave for your own good,” Lucifer chuckles. “That used to annoy me.”

“And now?” She raises a careful hand to the edge of one of his wings. She likes toeing the line of what she can get away with because of his affection for her. There’s intoxicating power in having the hold on him that she does.

“It’s terribly endearing,” he admits.

Rose watches glittering light from the fire reflected on the black feather between her fingers. Every part of him is gorgeous—beautiful in that overwhelming, otherworldly way. Lucifer’s hand strokes her face, then two fingers lift her chin. It is now her turn to struggle with eye-contact. He's renewed his ability to intimidate by taking on a more powerful form. His wings make him broader and pull him back, making his new height all the more daunting.

"I want you to hear what I'm saying," he says. His tone matches the commanding aura of his demon form. He sounds almost stern. "I will not be your possession. I will not belong to you."

"Of course." Rose fights to keep a serious expression. He is all too predictable at times.

"Rose," he says, leaning almost imperceptibly closer to further underscore his point, “you will belong to me."

She wants to tell him that she already does, that she has for a long time. All of the pacts with all of the other brothers have only been means to the end that is this moment. Her love for Lucifer bleeds through her and into the entire Devildom. Every corner of every hallway in the House of Lamentation, every R.A.D. classroom, every plant in the garden, is wrapped up in associations with him. Dappled light from the secret study's fireplace flickers over every single memory of the last year. Her whole world is framed by these quiet moments alone with him.

The pact is important to her, but, in some ways, it's only a formality.

“Will you make a pact with me?” she asks him, placing them again on equal footing. He is not a great and terrible beast in her presence, and she isn’t intimidated by him. The dance goes on. He pushes away, she pulls herself in. It’s an exercise in trust for both of them, in patience for one of them.

Lucifer answers by inclining his head forward, bowing to her. He lets his eyes fall close and waits for her. It’s striking how vulnerable he looks, how beautiful and at peace. Rose likes to watch him sleep when she stays in his room, she likes to watch the weight of the world fall from his shoulders. He looks like that now, like he’s finally letting himself give in to a moment of rest.

She takes her time making the pact, luxuriating in the moment she’s waited so long for, taking his hands in hers and kissing his cheek before inclining her head forward. When their foreheads touch, theres the familiar rush of warmth and affection that she’s felt six times with six pacts before. This time, though, it’s more intense, amplifying all the things she already feels for the demon. She holds tight to Lucifer’s hands and he helps her keep her balance. When it’s finished, every part of her is buzzing. It takes her a moment to feel stable enough to open her eyes again. Lucifer holds her steady until she does.

When she looks up at him, there is unmistakable affection in his eyes. His usual veneer has slipped a bit, he fails to hide a smile, his eyes are glossy.

He clears his throat. “So, that takes care of your unfinished business, then.”

“Almost.” While the after-effects of the pact have made Lucifer shy, they have only emboldened Rose. She reaches for his face, holding him with gentle hands. She has to pull him toward her a bit to reach him, but he obeys and lets her press a kiss to the corner of his lips.

This certainly isn’t the first time they’ve kissed, but it carries a new weight. If Rose imagines this pact like a marriage, this kiss is the first after exchanging vows.

Lucifer’s hands find Rose’s waist as he kisses her back. Rose can feel his lips smiling against hers. Everything feels complete and perfect, like they are two pieces that fit just right. That love is all there is. The freight feels proportioned to the groove, and it is enough.

- thanks for reading! comments/tags appreciated <3

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