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darklyndivinely · 10 months

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Is it love?

Fandom - Obey Me!

Characters - Lucifer, Mammon

Summary - Mammon asks Lucifer if he is in love.

Warnings - Implied Dialuci (Diavolo x Lucifer)

Wordcount - 300+

A/N - For @ombrotherlylove2023 (day 1). I feel like we don't get to see this aspect of Lucifer and Mammon's relationship a lot. I just know that Mammon looks out for Lucifer almost as much as Luci dotes on him. Enjoy this little something I wrote!

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“Come in,” Lucifer says, glancing up briefly. “Mammon, what is it? Did you need something?”

Mammon gently shuts the door behind him, pressing a silent noise-cancelling spell against the wood.

Lucifer looks up at that, brows furrowing at the golden magic that shimmers over his door. He caps his pen. “What is it?”

Mammon stares at him for a moment, then turns away, casually sauntering his way towards the couches. He picks up the black skull that Lucifer had been cleaning earlier and traces its hollow sockets with his ringed fingers. “Do you love him?” he whispers.

Lucifer tenses, last night fluttering against his eyelids as denial rises in his throat. He swallows it down, flexing his sore hand. He knew this conversation was coming. “Mammon...”

“Do I need to be worried?” He meets brilliant blue eyes with him, setting the skull down on the table.

“...I don’t have time for this, Mammon. Ask me these questions sometime else.”

“Sometime else when? During dinner? In front of everyone? Or at the Council meeting? In front of Diavolo?”

Lucifer pinches his nose.

Mammon slithers closer to his desk, searching Lucifer's face. “Is he treating you well?”

Lucifer looks at him—the familiar white hair, the worried urging eyes, the way his shoulders rounded when he was being vulnerable—and feels his heart caving a bit with emotion. To think he had once taught this little one to walk.

“You need not worry for me, Mammon. I am perfectly capable of handling myself.”

“I just—” Mammon takes a deep breath. “I don’t want you to get hurt. He’s a good man, I know he’ll take good care of ya. Just be careful, alright?”

Lucifer feels a smile ghost his lips and nods. “When am I not, dear brother?”

The fire crackles lowly, filling the familiar silence between the two brothers.

“Do you love him?” How much? his eyes seem to ask. How much damage can he do?

Lucifer inhales a shuddering breath, swallowing his heart. “Yes.”

Too much.

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leviathans-watching · 10 months

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what assumptions make

day 1: fluff, misunderastandings

includes: lucifer & mammon

wc: .7k | rated g | m.list

a/n: monday's post for @ombrotherlylove2023!!

Lucifer sighs in exhaustion, pulling his coat off. The meeting had gone way longer than he had expected, and after an already busy day, it had utterly wiped him out. At least now he’s home. And at least Diavolo recognized the toll he was placing upon him, giving him the next morning off, much to Lucifer’s relief. He really should still attend the meeting that’s scheduled, as it is his duty, but that’s something to think about tomorrow.

It’s quiet, which is unsurprising for the late hour. It’s late enough that his brothers are all probably settled into bed, and he wonders if they left him any leftovers. It was Mammon’s turn to cook so he at least knows the food will be edible, which, while good in terms of having to eat what was made, decreases the chances of there being any left for him to actually eat. He’ll look after he’s changed out of his day clothes, and maybe even showered. He should shower, but he’s just so tired.

No, he needs to get the day’s grime off of him.

Moving quietly through the house and down the hall, Lucifer heads toward his room. Pausing outside the cracked door, Lucifer frowns. Hadn’t he left that closed? The sound of shuffling then grabs his attention and he strains his ears. Someone’s taken it upon themselves to invade his privacy and he has a good idea of the culprit. Normally, anger would swell up inside of him, but he’s just too tired…

Pushing open the door, Lucifer crosses his arms. It looks as if his suspicions are correct. “Mammon,” he says, and his brother jumps guiltily, pausing his apparent search of Lucifer’s dresser.

“Oh,” Mammon laughs nervously, “hey, Lucifer. How’s it goin’?” He’s in his pajamas, and Lucifer notes, almost absently, that the shirt he’s wearing is an old one of Beel’s.

“Why are you in my room?” Lucifer asks, then holds up a hand. “Nevermind, I don’t want to hear your excuses. Just… put back whatever it is that you’ve taken and get out.”

Mammon swallows. “I haven’t taken anything.”

Yet, probably. It’s a good thing Lucifer got back when he did.

“Right,” Lucifer snorts. Normally, he’d push harder than this, but he’s just too exhausted. He’ll do a thorough search of his belongings the next day. “But fine. Now, remove yourself from my space.”

Mammon takes his cue and departs quickly, giving him one last look over his shoulder as he leaves. His eyes are filled with something unusual but Lucifer really can’t put in the effort to dissect it, instead readying himself for a shower. He’s got a building headache and hopes the warmth of the water will help keep it at bay.

After mustering up the energy to wash himself after several minutes of just standing there, Lucifer turns the water off. He exits his bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, and flicks on the light in his room. His headache is worsening, and all he wants is to eat and then to fall into bed. But going to the kitchen sounds like a real pain, and he wishes he had something in his room. Maybe he should get a minifridge like some of his brothers had; that would certainly make things easier.

But also give his brothers more chances to take things from him, unfortunately.

Something on his dresser, where Mammon was, catches his attention. Lucifer moves closer. It seems to be a bottle of painkillers and a wrapped plate. Lucifer inspects it and finds three clumsily-shaped onigiris. If these were here and nothing obvious was missing…

Lucifer sighs as his chest fills with warmth. How wrongly he had pegged Mammon.

In this one instance.

Even though he was acting upon rightfully held suspicions, Lucifer feels bad. Mammon did this, acted with surprisingly good and kind intentions every once in a while, at the most unexpected of times. He had a way of knowing what Lucifer needed without him even having to say anything, something that served Lucifer well.

He’ll have to apologize properly in the morning. But for now, there’s no harm in indulging in Mammon’s care–taking the medication, eating the food, and then falling right into bed, falling asleep before his head even hits the pillow.

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creations-of-a-certain-no-one · 10 months

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Protective Asmo for day 5 of @ombrotherlylove2023

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attic-club-sandwich · 10 months

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The Hollow Ache of Missing You

Day 6 of @ombrotherlylove2023, and I'm really excited to share this one! Beel is seriously one of my favorite boys and sometimes he just needs a shoulder to lean on. I think he feels a lot of pressure to be strong for his family and I think he can relate to Mammon a lot this way so I decided to pair them for this fic. But I hope you guys enjoy! As usual feedback & Reblogs are appreciated! Now I have to get writing the last prompt lmao

A/N: This is set in Nightbringer Era, but present time brothers! So this is present time Beel & Mammon experiencing the disappearance of MC.

Summary: Beel can't sleep and has been tossing and turning all night. The rumbling of his stomach finally pulls him out of bed to head downstairs for a midnight snack. But his hunger has been insatiable lately, and he finally realizes why.

Day 6: Midnight Snacks & Crying; Beel and Mammon.

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Beel has been tossing and turning all night. He’s not sure how his twin brother is sleeping through it all as he’s tucked snuggly into the spot next to him. Belphie has been sleeping beside him in his bed a lot ever since MC went missing. They have both been having a rough time coping with losing yet another loved one, and they have been practically glued to the hip recently more than usual. He stared at the ceiling, attempting to count the hanging star and moon garlands that Belphie had wanted him to put up in their room some time ago. When that didn’t work, he tried to focus on the sound of Belphie’s breathing, smiling when he let out a little snort here and there. Eventually, a loud grumble from Beel’s stomach echoed through the room and he couldn’t take it anymore. He tossed the covers off his legs and grabbed his D.D.D. off his nightstand. It was exactly midnight, and he decided it was time to head down to the kitchen for a midnight snack.

Beel quietly left the bedroom, and headed downstairs. Thankfully, it appeared that no one else was awake at the moment, although he was pretty sure Mammon had yet to return from one of his late night parties. He noticed that his older brother also had his ways of coping with MC’s disappearance. Beel hummed softly to himself as he rummaged through the fridge, finding the snacks he had kept tucked away for nights like these. He pulled out the Bufo Egg Donut he had been saving and quickly devoured it. He practically moaned at the taste, but still felt unsatisfied. He got a bag of Spicy Newt Chips out of the cupboard and began to snack on them as he scrolled through his D.D.D. He opened up Devilgram to see several pictures that Asmo and Mammon had uploaded, as well as a couple from Levi of a new anime figurine he had just acquired. Beel never really uploaded anything to his page, usually only food or the occasional picture of him and…MC. He knew he’d regret it, but tapped on his profile to see his most recent picture. He and MC had recently gone to a food festival in the human world together, and they had taken a selfie while they each held a giant burger as MC kissed him on the cheek. Beel felt the impending wave of sadness wash over him. He knew why nothing he ate satisfied him anymore. It’s because he was hungry for an entirely different reason. The ‘hunger’ he felt was really just a need to fill the void that MC left when they disappeared.

He must have become lost in the memory of the photo together as he didn’t hear Mammon enter the room. He wasn’t even sure how long he had been standing there staring at his phone, while his other hand gripped the chip bag. “Oi, Beel! Beel, are you with me? Hey!” Mammon half-yelled, as he still wanted to be quiet so he didn’t wake the entire house up. He had just gotten back from his party, and was only planning on grabbing a bottle of water to take to his room when he found Beel frozen in place in the middle of the kitchen. Beel finally blinked, lifting his gaze to see Mammon staring at him with a worried expression. “Why are you crying?” Beel’s eyes widened as he finally noticed Mammon as well as the tears that were rolling down his cheeks. “I…um…” he choked out, his hands beginning to tremble. “Hey, hey it’s alright, don’t worry! Easy now.” Mammon mumbled, gently taking the chip bag and Beel’s phone out of his hand. He set them on the counter, glancing down at the picture from Beel’s phone on Devilgram that Beel had pulled up. The picture was blurry from the tears that had been dripping onto the screen, but Mammon knew all too well it was of his little brother and MC. “Beel, you know you shouldn’t be doing this to yourself.” The red haired demon blinked, his violet eyes filling with tears once more. “I-I realized why it’s worse now. My hunger, I mean.” Mammon leaned against the counter, his gaze fixed on Beel. “Because you miss them, right?” Beel nodded sadly, bringing his hand to his stomach. “I know how you feel. It might not be with food, but my gambling and spending has become way worse.” Mammon paused, stealing a glance down at the shiny gold watch against the tanned skin of his wrist. He had managed to win it at that night’s gambling session at the casino. “All of our sins seemed to intensify the moment MC disappeared.” Beel’s lower lip began to tremble again. Mammon was right after all. Belphie was hardly ever out of bed and Lucifer had even been testing his patience lately with his prideful and short tempered attitude. He just wanted MC back. He wanted them home and wrapped up safe and warm in his arms where they belonged. But he didn’t want to cry anymore, especially in front of his brothers. He may be the 2nd youngest, but he was supposed to be the strongest.

Mammon finally pulled him from his thoughts. He realized more tears were running down his cheeks, and his mouth felt like cotton. “Here, take this.” he said, handing Beel a bottle of water. Beel nodded graciously and began to take slow sips. “That’s it, just take it easy. Do you need me to go get Belphie?” The 6th born shook his head, not wanting to wake his twin for some silly reason such as this. “Okay. Well how about we just sit for a little while. You got another bag of chips?” Beel smiled slightly as he nodded, stepping over to the cupboard once more to get out another bag of Spicy Newt Chips for Mammon. “Thanks. Let's go to the living room, it’ll be way more comfy in there.” The two of them headed into the giant common room and sat down on one of the couches together. They sat in silence for a while with only the sound of crunching potato chips filling the room. “Hey Beel, I was just thinking. It’s like, okay for you to cry, yanno?” Beel blinked at Mammon’s words. “What do you mean?” Mammon shrugged, tossing another potato chip into his mouth. “It’s just that I don’t want ya goin’ and thinkin’ you have to be strong for us all. Just cause you are strong doesn’t mean you have to be all the time.” Beel glanced down at the ground as he fidgeted with his hands. “Thank you, Mammon… I want you to know it’s the same for you. The others give you a hard time but…” he glances up, his violet eyes shimmering with the remnants of tears. “You can always talk to me if you want. I know MC was special to you too.” Mammon blushes as his own eyes begin to water. “I-I uh, dunno what you’re talkin’ about…but uh… thanks Beel.” This time Beel smiles, an actual genuine smile that Mammon knows isn’t just a facade. “Mmhm, MC may be special to us, but we are also special to them. I know they’d want us to take care of each other while they are away.” At his words, Mammon grins and gently bumps Beel’s shoulder. “I can hear them yellin’ at us for moping around like we are.” Beel chuckles, finishing up the last of his chips. The hunger has seemed to dissipate for now. “Yeah, me too. We should probably get to bed because they’d be scolding us for staying up too late.” Mammon gives Beel a pat on the back, wishing him a goodnight before heading off to his own room. Beel makes his way back to his as well, quietly crawling into bed beside his twin. “Mmn, Beel…? You okay?” Belphie mumbles, still half asleep. His eyes are slowly blinking awake, the concern for his brother overpowering the desire to keep sleeping. Beel nods, pulling the covers back up over his legs. “I am now. Let’s go back to sleep, Belphie.”

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ombrotherlylove2023 · 1 year

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prompts!!

this event will be from july 3-9 and the prompts are as follows:

monday: lucifer; musinderstandings & fluff

tuesday: mammon; argument & bonding experience

wednesday: levi; movie watching & hugs

thursday: satan; human au & secrets

friday: asmo; protective & angst

saturday: beel; midnight snacks & crying

sunday: belphie; free day & sick fic

as mentioned, the characters given on each day are optional! if you don't want to write for them and focus on the other brothers that's totally fine! and you don't have to use both prompts, you can combine them or not as you wish! here is the posting guide!

as always, hit me up with any questions or concerns!

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pridepurgatorium · 10 months

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— I was told to choose, to choose to be what I chose to be

@ombrotherlylove2023 , Asmodeus and Lucifer

Day 5: Protective and Angst

“And what of it?” Asmo seethed.

“Asmo, you can’t just shut the rest of us out because you don’t know how to deal with… everything?” That voice that aggravating voice. Does he even know how it grates his nerves? There are times when Asmo missed his title; ‘Jewel of the Heavens’ has an elegant ring to it. What was he now, “Avatar of Lust”, “The Fifth-born”? Not nearly as appealing. But he doesn't need that title. If Lucifer was strong enough to fall and still be everything, do everything then surely Asmo could as well.

Lucifer.

That voice behind the door.

What was he even doing? The last few days have been a blur of routine. The only thing keeping the threads of his body and mind from coming completely undone was the fact that he could mindlessly do what he always does. Makeup, outfits, smiles, Devilgram, it was all too easy to stay the same.

What wasn’t easy to fake, was his emotions in relation to his brothers. It was hard to fool beings who have known you for as long as you have existed. Having spent more time together than not his brothers could read him like an open book, but that’s not what he needed now. They didn’t need to know he was upset or whatever it was he was feeling.

Was he angry? Sure, maybe that’s what he’s feeling. But if he’s angry then what is he angry at? Lucifer? For making him fall? That didn’t seem right, it’s been so long, it was his choice to follow him. His followers? For only seeing the shallow parts of him? But that wasn’t on them. It wasn’t on them to know he wasn’t alright. So then who? Who could he attribute to this emotion brewing inside of him, festering, threatening to rip his fragile self apart at the seams?

As he continues pacing the walls of his room that are starting to feel way too small, he catches one of the many many mirrors of his room and that’s when it finally clicks. Well, more like the knowledge grabs him crudely and instead of threatening to tear him apart, and give him a warning, it instead simply does.

He has never looked worse, even in the dark illumination of his room he can tell his lips are chapped, his hair isn’t perfect (which means something is very wrong), and now that he’s thinking about it he can’t remember when he last ate or even left his room. If he didn’t want anyone to know something was wrong then he’s sure done a terrible job at it.

When did beauty become a chore? Wasn’t it just something he started to do for fun? To doll himself up every once in a while? When did it start? When he fell? No, it was before that. Probably a little before he was called the Jewel of The Heavens.

Suddenly, the door bursts open and the disembodied voice from earlier has come back to add to his problems.

“Asmo” Lucifer said in a voice Asmo couldn’t quite place the emotion of.

“Why am I so angry? I thought I had accepted what happened but it just came to haunt me. I’m not angry at you, or anyone else for that matter I’m mad at myself but why? I didn’t even do anything.” He ends with an uncertainty in his voice, trying to discern whether he did do something to warrant his own anger.

“Asmo, you’re angry no one ever gave you the chance to grieve the loss of your former self.” Lucifer said with enough certainty that Asmo pieced together that the same could be said about Lucifer.

“So what did you do?”

Lucifer and Asmo had a lot of similarities. Some of the only angels to gain a title (a standard you must live up to) and being called some of the most beautiful angels there was a lot of pressure on both. But where they differed was Lucifer’s responsibilities. If Asmo was a doll then Lucifer was a fully functioning computer. While Asmo was made to sit pretty, Lucifer was handling some of the most important tasks in the celestial realm.

“I haven’t quite figured that out yet.”

“So what should I do?”

“I think that’s up to you, Asmo”

I think this probably one of my favorite pieces I wrote for this fic, I think it’s different and it serves well to see Asmo break. Also the title is from Fool by bôa which is a great song so if you ever get the chance please listen.

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cnnmairoll · 10 months

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Tears and Midnight Snacks: A Brother's Comfort

Day 6: Midnight Snacks, Crying Genre: Angst (?), Hurt/Comfort Characters: Levi, Beel Summary: in which levi found his younger brother rummaging through the fridge at night A/N : another entry for @ombrotherlylove2023 !! I am so in love with this event esp since i get to write my fav brother pair!! beel and levi!! they're honestly an underrated duo imo! I apologize if this fic is a bit eee since im not used to write angst or hurt/comfort :')

Leviathan had just finished a night-long anime marathon and was looking forward to a midnight snack in the kitchen. As he made his way to the kitchen to grab some drinks and maybe a late-night snack, his plans suddenly took an unexpected turn. The sound of sobbing and sniffles echoed through the kitchen, pulling at his heartstrings. Concern washed over him as he followed the sound, his footsteps growing quieter with each step. He would find Beelzebub sitting on the floor in front of the refrigerator, tears streaming down his face as he mindlessly munched on some food.

Leviathan's heart sank at the sight of his usually cheerful and easygoing brother in such distress. Instinctively, his big brother mode kicked in, and he hurriedly made his way over to Beelzebub's side. "Beel, what's wrong?" he asked gently, kneeling down beside him.

Beelzebub looked up at Leviathan, his eyes red and puffy from crying. "Lilith... I had a dream... about her," he managed to say between choked sobs. "I... I couldn't save her, Levi. I feel so-..." Leviathan's heart ached as he realized the source of Beelzebub's pain. Lilith, their sister who had been lost to them, held a special place in all their hearts. Leviathan understood the weight of guilt that Beelzebub carried, blaming himself for not being able to protect her.

Without hesitation, Leviathan enveloped Beelzebub in a comforting hug, letting him cry it out. Beelzebub clung to Leviathan, finding solace in his brother's presence. Without a moment's hesitation, Leviathan took Beelzebub's hand and gently led him out of the kitchen. He knew that sometimes, words weren't enough, and actions could speak louder. He guided Beelzebub to his own room, pausing his anime marathon and replacing it with a lighthearted and comedic show instead. He understands that Beelzebub needed his undivided attention in this moment.

He grabbed some blankets and pillows, creating a comfortable nest for them both to snuggle into. It wasn't easy for Leviathan to find the right words to say, but his actions spoke volumes. As they watched the show together, Leviathan offered a listening ear whenever Beelzebub needed to talk or simply wanted to vent his emotions. He held Beelzebub's hand, offering a steady presence and reassurance that he wasn't alone. Slowly but surely, Beelzebub's tears subsided, replaced by a sense of calm.

Exhaustion eventually overcame Beelzebub, his body succumbing to the emotional strain of the nightmare. His breathing evened out, and Leviathan watched over him, a gentle smile on his face. He couldn't erase Beelzebub's pain completely, but he had provided comfort and support in a way that only a sibling could.

"Rest well, Beel," he whispered. "I'm here for you, always."

And as Beelzebub drifted off to sleep, the room filled with a sense of peace and the knowledge that no matter the darkness that haunted their past, their bond as demon brothers would always be there to light the way forward.

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komikudikentalendo · 10 months

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Day 7

Belphie x Levi

Free day/ sick day

Levi was super sick :(

But as the only brother at the house that day, Belphie spent the whole day awake taking care and watching levi while doing some snarky remarks to try and relief the mood.

When Levi's fever went down Belphie dropped dead (aka went to sleep)

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leviathans-watching · 10 months

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stan mammon

day 5: protective, (mild) angst

includes: asmo & mammon

rated g | m.list

a/n: switching it up with a smau for @ombrotherlylove2023 day 5

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leviathans-watching · 10 months

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comfort (food)

day 6: midnight snacks, crying

includes: beel & asmo

wc: .6k | rated g | m.list

a/n: bad friend's suck :( .... for @ombrotherlylove2023

Stomach rumbling, Beel slides out of bed, careful not to disturb his twin. A midnight snack sounds perfect, especially since he’s pretty sure he saw some waffles in the freezer that he can combine with some of the leftover fried chicken from dinner. Levi thought he hid his leftovers well, but not well enough to keep them from him.

Drooling at the prospect, Beel walks down the stairs, freezing when he sees someone already in the kitchen. Who else would be up at this hour, and sitting in the dark, no less?

“I’m turning on the lights,” Beel warns, and does, revealing Asmo. Huh. Usually, he’d be asleep by now, something about body rhythm and skin health and all the stuff Beel doesn’t really get.

“That’s bright,” Asmo mutters, shading his eyes from the sudden influx of light, but not before Beel sees how they’re red-rimmed and bloodshot. He moves to the fridge, wondering if he should say something. Asmo never cries.

Silence falls between them as Beel pulls out the waffles and finds Levi’s leftovers, but he can only take so many sniffles before he’s obligated to ask, “Is everything okay?”

“What?” Asmo asks. “Oh, yeah, everything’s fine. Well,” he takes a deep breath, “actually, no they’re not. But it’s stupid. So.”

“You can still tell me,” Beel encourages quietly, putting four waffles in the toaster. His back is to Asmo, a small privacy in their kitchen. “I don’t care if it’s stupid.”

“It’s like, really stupid,” Asmo warns, and Beel shrugs. He’s not going to force Asmo to tell him.

“Okay.”

“Well, basically, a friend of mine is being really weird and I don’t know why. I feel like she’s been excluding me and stuff, but I also wondered if it was in my head, since we’re usually so close. But then another friend of mine asked me about it, confirming it’s actually happening, which is nice because now I know I’m not crazy, but also sucks since that means she is deliberately putting distance between us,” he says in one breath. “And then I had this gut feeling, and I just checked Devilgram, and she unfollowed me! Me!”

Beel’s not all that into social media but even he knows that’s a big deal.

“So anyway, now I’ve been following her one-sidedly for who knows how long, looking like an idiot, and I don’t even know what I did wrong! And she’s being so rude and won’t talk to me, and it sucks because I really liked her. When people you think are cool don’t feel the same it really sucks.”

Beel pulls the chicken out of the microwave, turning towards Asmo. “I’m sorry that’s happening,” he says seriously. “It sounds like she’s being a real jerk.”

Asmo lets out a watery laugh. “She is.”

“She’s not worth your time. Anyone who’d blow off you doesn’t know what they’re doing,” Beel continues, words coming out a little awkwardly but heart-felt, something Asmo seems to realize. “Even if she does try to be your friend again, don’t let her. She sounds slimy and fake.”

“Wow, you’re not holding back,” Asmo observes, and Bele shrugs again.

“Well. She made you cry. Anyone who makes you cry is demon scum.”

“Awww,” Asmo says, dabbing at his eyes delicately with his sleeve, “you care about me!”

“Of course I do,” Beel says quietly, pouring syrup all over his creation. Asmo watches, raptly.

“Enough to share that with me?”

Bele looks down, at his chicken and waffles, then back up at Asmo, who blinks pleadingly. His stomach grumbles again, but his heart lets out a stronger pang. “Fine,” he agrees reluctantly, circling the island and pulling out the stool next to Asmo’s. “Just this once, though.”

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darklyndivinely · 10 months

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Where Chaos Reigns

Fandom - Obey Me!

Characters - Satan, Mammon, Asmo, Beel, Lucifer

Warnings - Angry Beel, angry Lucifer, angry Satan, cursing, excessive use of capitals.

A/N - For @ombrotherlylove2023 (day 4). Another normal day at the House of Lamentation, I suppose. Do not ask me why Satan is teaching Mammon about food ok, I don't know what's happening and why.

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“The amount of flour you use depends on the number of people that will be eating,” Satan says, scooping out a bowl. “But since we’ve got Beel, we’re gonna disregard that.”

Mammon nods, licking his fingers of lemon juice. “How many are ya putting?”

“Seven,” Satan replies. “Take a good look at that size. Then we pour water.”

He screws the mixer’s top on and pours half a bottle of water from the opening. “And now just turn the machine on.”

Mammon nods, watching the mixer rotate the flour loudly. He turns to the lemonade he was making, mixing in the last of the sugar and raises a spoonful towards Satan. “Check this.”

Satan licks his lips. “Hmm. Did you put in salt?”

“A little bit.”

“Add more.”

“Ok.”

The mixer works noisily. Mammon swirls his water, stepping aside when Satan reaches for the pan.

“Beel’s coming downstairs!” Asmo shrieks, gliding into the kitchen, smooth features frazzled. “What do we do?!”

“Why is he coming here? Keep him away!” Mammon says.

“He is already on his way!”

“Well, distract him ya dumb shit!”

“How do I do that?!”

“Where’s Belphie?” Satan asks, setting the pan on the stove.

“Belphie?” Beel lumbers in, making a beeline for the fridge. “He fell asleep on the stairs so I carried him to our room.”

What do we do? Asmo mouths, waving his arms.

I don’t know, Mammon replies, watching tensely as Beel throws the fridge open and bends to look through it.

“Is he going to have dinner with everyone?” Satan asks, brows furrowing as he opens the mixer, scooping out the ready dough.

“I’m not sure, he was really—”

Beel goes silent. “Where’s my pudding?”

Mammon and Asmo look at each other.

“WHERE’S MY PUDDING!?” Beel rages, slamming the fridge door close. “I WANT MY PUDDING!”

“Beel, calm down! Anger is not good for your face, it will bring wrinkles on your forehead,” Asmo soothes, backing off hastily when Beel punches a faucet off the wall. Water sprays everywhere.

“You—” Satan growls, staring at the stream of water drowning his dough. “I will say this once, take this outside or I’ll tear all your heads from your shoulders and feed it to Cerberus!”

“Where is my PUDDING!?” Beel roars, turning on Satan.

“I don’t know where your fucking pudding is! Take this OUT!”

Lucifer’s gonna kill me, Mammon thinks, watching as Satan’s demon form starts flickering into existence.

“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?” Lucifer calls out, walking into view.

“Oh fuck.” Mammon shares an anguished look with Asmo. “This is so unfair!”

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a starting (& ending)

day 2: argument, bonding experience

includes: mammon & belphie

wc: .7k | rated g | m.list

a/n: lesson 16-20 spoilers, tuesday's post for @ombrotherlylove2023

“Alright, alright,” MC consults the list, divvying out tasks with frightening competency. They were going on a weekend trip, so there was a ton of prep to be done, and Lucifer and MC had decided working together to prepare would make things a lot easier.

Mammon doesn’t know how he feels about it. Going on the trip, he means.

It had barely been any time since the incidents following Belphegor’s release from the attic, and while everyone seems content to move on and act like a big happy family again (assuming they ever were one), he’s having a bit of a hard time with that. And look, maybe his brothers hadn’t held the lifeless body of the human they love. Maybe they hadn’t had the same experience as him. But surely, surely they realized there needed to be some, he doesn’t know, figuring out what to do! They can’t just go on and act as if the incident hadn’t occurred!

“Mammon,” MC calls, and he looks up. “Are you good with shopping?”

Mammon nods. “Yeah, sure.”

“Better not send him alone,” Satan snorts, and he frowns. “Or else he’ll end up raiding half the store.”

“Don’t be mean,” MC chides gently. “However, I think it is kind of a big task for one person. We’ve got a lot of groceries and supplies on the list. How about… Belphegor, you can go with him.”

Mammon’s heart sinks. Belphie’s the last person he wants to be with right now. Especially alone!

But he doesn’t want to argue, so he swallows his protests with a faint, “Great.”

Everyone splits apart once tasks are fully distributed, and Mammon shoves his hands in his pockets. Belphie gives him a weak smile, obviously feeling the tension, and a part of Mammon is viciously glad for that.

“Um, should we get going?”

“Sure, whatever,” Mammon says, starting toward the door without a look back to see if Belphie’s following. “I’ll drive, I guess.”

The ride to the store is painfully silent, but Mammon resolutely refuses to break. He’s not the one in the wrong here. He didn’t almost, no, actually kill MC for some sick revenge that didn’t even make sense. Belphie did.

Belphie shifts in his seat, and Mammon watches him out of the corner of his eye. His younger brother is clearly uncomfortable, fingers tapping on his thigh as he looks everywhere but at Mammon. It hurts, a little. To have his brother whom he was separated from for so long be this close. But it hurt more to think about what he did.

Mammon looks back at the road.

When he finally, blessedly, gets to the store, Mammon barely gets the truck in park before he’s climbing out, tearing the list MC had given him in half. “Here,” he says gruffly, pushing one half towards Belphie, “I’ll do this half, and you do that half. We’ll meet at the checkout.”

“Wait!” Belphegor says as Mammon starts to walk away, but he doesn’t turn back. Belphegor races after him, grabbing him by the arm, and Mammon rips out of his grip, disgust rolling up his spine.

“What do you want?”

“Can we talk?”

Mammon rolls his eyes. “We are talking.”

No,” Belphegor sighs, “I mean, really talk. About what happened.”

“Thanks, but no thanks,” Mammon grits out. “I have nothing to say to you.”

That’s a lie. He has so, so much to say. Things like, I hate you. I’m sorry. I love you. How could you do that? How could Lucifer do that?. But none of them will come out.

Belphegor swallows. “That’s fair. But please, I have some things to say. So you don’t even have to talk, you can just listen. Just listen, that’s all I ask.”

Mammon really doesn’t want to do that, but he’s always been too soft on his younger brothers. “Fine,” he says unwillingly, hating how Belphie’s eyes light up. “Talk.”

Belphie begins, the words spilling over one another in his rush to say everything he needs to before Mammon cuts him off. He apologizes, he explains, and he acknowledges. Then apologizes again.

It’s not enough.

But, Mammon thinks, as he frees an old napkin from his jacket pocket to give to Belphie, who accepts it gratefully, pressing it to his eyes, it’s a start.

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of cats and crushes

day 4: human au, secrets

includes: satan & asmo

wc: .7k | rated t | m.list

a/n: for @ombrotherlylove2023!!

Satan drops his bags on the couch with a sigh. His lectures today were really exhausting.

But, at least he got to see MC, his campus crush. And even got to lend them a pencil when they forgot theirs.

Wishing he could grow a pair, Satan grimaces, then flops down onto the couch next to his things. It’s only a moment before Asmo pokes his head in, a slight glare crossing his features.

“Could you try to keep it down? I’m trying to film a TikTok and all your huffing and puffing is getting picked up.” He squints. “Wait, why are you huffing and puffing? Did something happen?”

“No,” Satan says quickly, defensively. Asmo’s brows raise. “Nothing happened. And that’s the problem,” he mutters.

Asmo tilts his head, walking into the room and sitting on the couch's armrest, a move that’d only work for him. Crossing his arms, he waits for Satan to speak.

Satan sighs again.

“Oh, come on,” Asmo says, rolling his eyes. “Spit it out.”

Satan squints. Can he really trust Asmo with something like this? While Satan’s not inexperienced, Asmo’s on a whole other level, something that’s a little bit humbling. Plus, it’s embarrassing to talk to your younger sibling about stuff like this!

Asmo’s face softens, and he pokes Satan in the side. “You can tell me. I’ll keep it a secret, okay? And this one time I guess I won’t make fun of you.”

“Oh, thanks,” Satan replies sarcastically. “You’re really making me want to spill my heart.”

“Heart?”

Satan curses. Asmo’s too damn nosy and intuitive for his own good. “Fine. I…have a crush.”

Asmo gasps theatrically, and Satan scowls. Unfortunately, he’s one hundred percent serious. “A crush?” he echoes, eyes wide. “On who? Do I know them? Do they like you? Tell. Me. Everything.”

“You know them,” Satan mutters, a bit embarrassed. “It’s MC, you know, the one who comes into the cat cafe a lot?”

Asmo grins. “That MC? You mean, the one who always tips you like five dollars? The MC that you always put extra effort into the latte art for?”

“Yes, that MC,” Satan responds. “But I’m pretty sure they don’t even know I exist.”

“That’s so not true,” Asmo says quickly, eyes sparkling with excitement. “It makes sense now!”

“What does?”

“Well,” Asmo begins, putting his hand on Satan’s arm, “I hear from my friend Solomon, who’s friends with Simeon, who’s friends with MC, that MC’s got a wicked cat allergy but keeps aggravating it. Apparently, they won’t say why but I think I have an inkling…”

“That really like cats?” Satan asks, and Asmo slaps him lightly.

“No! I mean, it’s not the cats they like if you get my drift.”

Satan blushes. “Oh. Oh my god.”

“Exactly!”

“You can’t say anything,” Satan says. “I’m serious. Nothing to Lucifer or anyone, and nothing to Solomon, since he’s obviously a gossip.”

“Duh,” Asmo rolls his eyes, “I already told you I would keep it a secret. I’ll take it to my grave,” he swears solemnly, and Satan scoffs.

“You better. And no harebrained matchmaking schemes either, okay? You can be seriously annoying with stuff like that.”

“I can’t believe my own brother would say something so hurtful,” Asmo sniffs. “How could you?”

Satan levels him with a look and Asmo drops the act quickly.

“Fine, fine. But honestly, I wasn’t planning on it. It seems to me like my amazing and awesome skills aren’t needed in this case.”

“You’re annoying.”

“Awww, I love you too, dear brother,” Asmo says, patting him on the shoulder. “Now, come help me with my TikTok.”

“No, no way,” Satan argues. “You know I don’t do any of that social media shit.”

“Oh, come on,” Asmo whines, standing and tugging on his arm. “I’m keeping your secret, aren’t I?”

“So now you’re blackmailing me?”

“I’d never do something like that.” Asmo gives his arm another tug, tone faux-innocent.

“Right,” Satan says drily. “Look, I’m not helping and that’s final. Unless you want people to learn about the time I had to bring you pants because your skinny jeans ripped.”

“You promised you’d never tell a soul!” Asmo accuses, and Satan cocks his head.

“Yeah, funny how that works.”

“Ugh, fine, I get your point,” Asmo groans. “Whatever. Just be quiet so I can film, then. And,” he adds after a moment of deliberation, “good luck with MC.”

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Wrath and Pride

Fandom - Obey Me!

Characters - Lucifer, Satan

Summary - Satan gets angry with Lucifer.

Warnings - Angst, angry Satan, angry Lucifer, little bit of violence, cursing.

Wordcount - 400+

A/N - For @ombrotherlylove2023 (day 6). I love pitting these two against each other. The angst opportunities are endless.

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“How DARE you?” Satan bursts into the kitchen, demon form out, eyes blazing with anger. “How dare you lock me up in the basement! You’ve got some fucking nerve! I will not stand for this! I am NOT some lowlife you can wrap in chains and leave with that stupid mutt of yours!!”

Lucifer sighs, screwing the bottle of water in his hands shut. “You destroyed the statues Lord Diavolo had commissioned. That was your punishment. Now calm yourself.”

“Calm myself? CALM MYSELF!??” He swipes a hand across the kitchen countertop, sending all the drying dishes scattering in splinters across the floor. “You threw me in the basement with your fucking dog!”

“A dog that has better manners than you. His company would do you good, perhaps you’ll finally learn to sit and obey," Lucifer spits.

Satan lunges at him, a growl ripping out of his chest. Lucifer shifts to his demon form; ducking from the younger’s fists. “Do not start a fight with me, Satan.”

“You do not tell me what to do!” He whips around, aiming another angry punch at the eldest. “I am not your dog!”

The first punch misses but the second catches him in the ribs. Lucifer feels his breath evade him for a moment. “And I’m never going to be what you want me to be! Never! Do you hear me!? Never!”

Lucifer growls, anger bursting through his veins like wildfire. He grasps Satan’s arm and rams his head into him. The younger staggers back, eyes blown.

“I never wanted you to be me,” Lucifer says, advancing on him. “I’ve always wanted you to find yourself and be truthful to who you actually are.”

“You’re a fucking liar!” Satan says, staring up into his eyes, forehead aching from the hit. “You want me to be myself yet you place restrictions on everything that I try to do. Don’t do this, our reputation’s on line. Don’t say that, Diavolo will get mad. Don’t bring a cat in the house, I prefer dogs. Don’t you dare stand there and lie straight to my fucking face!”

Lucifer quirks a brow, looking disappointed. “This is about cats?”

“You’re a fucking asshole,” Satan spits, clenching his fists. “I hate you.”

Lucifer’s heart pangs in his chest. “...Do that if you must. I will not have you drag Diavolo’s as well as our reputation through dirt.”

Satan stares at him, eyes brimming with lethal green fire. “As I said,” he intones, “you do not tell me what to do.”

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torture, is that you?

day 7: free day

includes: beel & belphie

wc: .6k | rated t | m.list

a/n: this was so fun to write ngl. and this is the last part for @ombrotherlylove2023!!

Belphie yawns as he steps into the cool morning air, taking in the fog lining the street. He can’t remember the last time he was up this early.

“You actually made it outside,” Beel says appraisingly, looking him over. Belphie was dressed in a mishmash of workout clothes–Asmo’s sweats, one of Mammon’s t-shirts, and a hoodie of Beel’s somewhat swallowing him. “I’m glad the clothes fit.”

“Yesh,” Belphie says through another yawn. Beel is way too chipper for it to be this early. “Why am I doing this, again?”

“Oh, come on, have a better attitude than that. I promise you’ll like running. It’ll probably help you sleep better, anyway.”

Belphie frowns. “I sleep just fine.”

“Whatever, we’re doing this,” Beel says adamantly, motioning for Belphie to join him on the–ugh, gross–wet lawn. Couldn’t they have at least done this on a nice morning?

“It’s so beautiful out,” Beel hums, inhaling deeply, and he has got to be making fun of Belphie right now. What is wrong with runners?

Beel leads him through some warm-up stretches, and though he feels a little silly doing the dynamic ones, he sees it through anyway. Beel is taking the time to do this with him, and as much as he doesn’t want to, he’s not going to scorn his brother’s hard work.

“Wow, you’re super flexible,” Beel compliments at one point. “Must be because of all of the weird positions you twist yourself into when you sleep.”

“Ha ha,” Belphie says, breath clouding up in front of his face.

Once they’re all warmed up or whatever, Beel explains the proper running posture, something Belphie didn’t even know existed. Couldn’t you just like… run?

“Alright, let’s go,” Beel says, and Belphie reluctantly prepares himself. It’s only a mile, right? He can do a mile.

He cannot do a mile.

“Beel,” he gasps. “Beel, I can’t breathe. You can, ah, go on ahead. Just let me catch my breath. Fuck.”

“You’re alright,” Beel says, slowing to a stop. He’s not even the slightest bit winded. “Deep breathes in and out. Try not to pant. And,” he continues, “as much as I love you, this is just sad. We’re like, a block from the house. I can still see it.”

“Shut up,” Belphie manages between breaths. “I told you, running’s not for me.”

“Aw, come on,” Beel puts a hand on his shoulder, “it just takes some work. Everyone starts somewhere. And consistency is the most important thing. More important than ability, or skill, or even improvement.”

“I don’t want to be consistent,” Belphie whines says like a mature adult. “I want to go home.”

“Too bad,” Beel says. “Now come on. We can go slower, though. We’ve only got–” he checks his watch, “–point eight miles to go.”

Belphie mutters some choice words under his breath but follows, hoping to god he doesn’t pull something.

*

“I can’t move,” Belphie groans, everything aching. He’d made it through the hellish run but apparently, that wasn’t the end of the torture for him.

“Yeah, your muscles probably aren’t used to doing that much work,” Beel says, and only the small smile he can’t quite hide tips Belphie off that he’s being made fun of.

“Asshole.”

“I’ll grab you an ice pack.” Beel stands, and Belphie glowers up at him.

“Better make that two, dipshit. I’m never running again.”

“That’s what you think,” Beel mutters ominously as he disappears towards the kitchen, and Belphie shouts after him.

“Hey! Hey, Beel, what do you mean by that? I’m not running again, ever! Hey, Beelzebub, answer me!” He lets out a growl of frustration. “Goddamn it.”

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(tech) support

day 3: hugs

includes: levi & the brothers

wc: .7k | rated g | m.list

a/n: deals with levi's anxiety, so if tha'ts sensative for you beware! and for @ombrotherlylove2023 week day 3!

Levi’s hands shake as he looks at the stage. Why did he have to be the one to give this speech? In front of the entire student body, no less. Sure, it was his app that had gained traction and been published in articles and everything, but would the school even care about it? What if they laugh him off the stage, or worse, only clap out of pity?

He should just quit now. Turn around. There’s an episode of an anime he’s watching airing today anyway, and he’d really hate to miss it.

A hand on his shoulder stops him. Levi nearly jumps out of his skin.

“You’re going to do great,” Lucifer says, voice so confident it doesn't leave any room for argument. “Seriously. You’ve got this.”

“Yeah,” Satan says from his other side. “Your app is cool, so be proud of it. Go show them what you’ve made.”

Levi’s hands tense and his notes crumple slightly in his grip. Beel whacks him on the back in what’s probably supposed to be a supportive gesture but really just winds him slightly.

“But what if I don’t? What if I mess up, or what if nobody cares?” he asks, shoulders slumping. “Or what if I trip and fall in front of everyone? I can’t do this.”

“Levi,” Mammon says, uncharacteristically sincere. “You’ve got this, you hear? Now,” he says with a shove forward, “get up there and crush it.”

Already moving, Levi lets his feet carry him up to the mic dazedly. It takes him a moment to adjust the stand and organize his notes, but, to his surprise and relief, the lights directed towards the stage are bright enough to hide most of the audience, save his brothers, who are huddled off to the side. He looks at them, swallowing, and Belphie gives him a nod while Asmo does a double thumbs up. Okay, the sooner he starts talking, the sooner it can be over.

Moving on autopilot, Levi somehow gets through his speech without any major mishaps. The demons all clap, and he wobbles off stage, legs like jello.

“Hey, you did it!” Asmo cheers, wrapping him up in a big hug when he reaches them. Levi just stands there, kind of boneless. “That was so good!”

“Really?” he asks. “I don’t remember most of it.”

“You killed it,” Mammon says, pulling him into a side hug once Asmo lets go. “And you faced your fears on top of that. Congrats, bro.”

“Thanks,” Levi mutters, cheeks heating. He leans into Mammon, trying not to be obvious about it. Mammon, of course, notices, but for once isn’t annoying and only tightens his grip. “I’m just glad it’s over.”

Lucifer smiles at him. “Was it really so bad?”

“Well,” Levi ducks his head, “yes. But you guys helped, so thanks for that I guess. But I don’t want to go anywhere near that stage any time in the foreseeable future, got that?”

Everyone laughs, and Levi smiles. Now that he’s over most of the nerves and stuff, he has to admit, it did feel pretty cool to talk about his creation. One that was deemed cool enough to be talked about like this.

“Alright, alright,” Mammon says, extracting himself from Levi with a slap on the back–in the same spot as Beel’s had been, ouch!–“Let’s go get something to eat. Levi, you can pick.”

Levi pales. What if he picks a bad place, and no one’s in the mood for it? Or what if a group as big as them is a burden upon the restaurant staff? Or–

“Stop overthinking it,” Satan says bluntly. “We’ll be fine with whatever you choose. And the restaurant will be lucky to get our business. So where do you want to go?”

A small smile spreading on his lips, Levi asks, “Really? Anywhere I want? Even if it’s the cat cafe downtown?”

“Yes!” Satan exclaims at the same time Lucifer says “No!”, and Levi laughs.

“I’m kidding. How does pork barbeque sound?”

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