OBEY ME! MORNING PREPARATION Part 1

You caught their morning preparation before RAD. 着替えネタ

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Loving MC from afar

Ok so this is the first fic I've written in a long while and it's about a mobile otome game. I blame @demonfamilytherapist

Set (loosely) in between S1 and S2, after MC has returned to the human world. They might be separated from the brothers, but that does not stop the brothers from loving them from afar. A little look into how the brothers can subtly (and not so subtly) influence the world and MC themself in order to stay connected. (gn) MC-centric! This does cover all the brothers, though Lucifer/Pride is last for chronology reasons...

cw: Brief blood mention in Satan’s section. There are references to being lethargic and uninterested in life/hobbies that could very easily be read as depression in Belphie’s section. Definitely elements of manipulation and dubious morality throughout too.

Mammon (Greed - to collect and covet material objects and goods)

There’s a knock on your window just after you wake up. It’s been happening for a few days now, but you never catch who’s doing it. The window itself is quite high up, and if it’s someone throwing rocks on a regular basis, well, they’ve got very good aim.

On a whim, you leave a camera rolling overnight. The following morning, you hear the knock again, and this time, you’re ready. The batteries are almost dead but thankfully the camera managed to catch the last few moments before winking off. Plugging it into your laptop, you scrub through the entire night so you can catch the early morning. And - well. It’s not what you were expecting.

In the hour just before you go to sleep, you notice a crow land in the branches across from the window, its eyes glinting gold through the lens of the camera. It doesn’t move all night. It doesn’t even sleep. In the morning, about the time you guess you woke, it flies up to the window, pecking the glass once with its beak, and then it flaps away into the brisk air.

You set the camera up the following evening, just to check if it was a fluke. Yet again, the crow lands, watching over you as you sleep before flying off in the morning after you wake.

Odd, but honestly not the weirdest thing you’ve experienced by far.

The next evening you leave your window open. There’s no knock in the morning, and for a brief moment you feel sad. Did you scare away your new friend? But - a glint catches your eye - sitting on the windowsill is a shard of broken glass - a light amber color, likely from a broken bottle.

It becomes a habit. Each evening, the crow perches on the branch outside, and the following morning, it leaves a small trinket on your windowsill. You’ve now collected a few bottle caps, some coins (though, oddly, in different currencies), glass of varying colours, and even a random key. The quality of the items the crow brings seems to increase every visit. You start leaving out pieces of fruit and occasionally strips of meat, which are always taken at some point during the night. It’s all fun and games - until it starts bringing you valuables.

Emeralds, sapphires, golden rings, diamonds; you start a collection that would make Tiffany’s seem like a children’s costume jewelry store. You know some of it definitely belongs to real people, because the news is reporting a ‘string of high-profile thefts’ across the entire fucking world.

You entertain the idea of reporting the valuables as stolen and have a minor breakdown about how to explain ‘it wasn’t me - it was this crow!’

You never bring yourself to do it, though. Finders, keepers, and all that.

There’s something comforting about this crow’s presence. The golden glint in its eyes shines impossibly as you go to sleep, and in that moment you feel treasured.

Leviathan (Envy - an insatiable desire for the unattainable, that which does not belong to you)

When you first return to the human world (after your very much warranted ‘mourning’ period, of course) you decide to go and visit one of your favourite places from your childhood - a beach that’s little more than a cove a few minutes walk from your home. Upon arriving, however, you notice the place is packed, and there’s a pang in your chest when you realize that this isn’t just your place anymore. You snap a picture regardless, and send it to one of the group chats on your DDD.

You continue to return though, hoping to catch a time when the beach is quieter. You have more luck in the mornings than the evenings, and slowly you force yourself to wake earlier and earlier just to catch a moment of peace.

At some point, you mention heading down to the beach to one of your friends. Their face sours, and for a moment you think you said something wrong. Perhaps it was the mention of the early start?

Over the coming weeks and months the beach becomes quieter and quieter; the early risers, joggers, and dog walkers slowly petering off until you’re the sole visitor down by the shore. Sometimes you think you see a glint of bright scales out in the ocean, though it’s far bigger than any fish you know to inhabit the nearby waters.

You continue to bring up the beach to your friends, excited about the return to your quiet, safe solitude. Every time you do so, they close off and regard you coldly.

There’s new owners, they say, no one is allowed down at the cove. They kick out anyone not on the approved list.

Well. That’s bizarre. You haven’t encountered any resistance during your many visits, you tell them. Of course you don’t is the response, and you think you’re maybe imagining the bitterness in their voice.

It’s a pattern you begin to notice - exclusive venues in which you’re always on the invite-list. Priority and pre-sale tickets to the hottest events arriving in your inbox. Every time, garnering the bitter eyes of your relatives and acquaintances. It’s exciting, special, to be the one experiencing all this. Made even more so, knowing that so many desire what you have.

You realize that beach was just the start, though it's definitely your favourite of the lot. It’s become a place just for you. You snap a picture of the sun rising over the waves. This one, you post to your instagram, with a single orange heart.

(You also notice that your luck in the gashapons at the arcade has become insanely good. It could be a coincidence, but…)

Satan (Wrath - to seek vengeance; impatience and revenge)

To be fair, you don’t make it a habit of confronting every person who slights you. You’ve had enough drama in the last year to last you a lifetime, and the last thing you want is to go and create more. You’re typically more of a let bygones be bygones type anyway. (Forgive and forget).

It’s not like your life in the human world has a surplus of people trying to wrong you. Occasionally you’ll be cut off while driving and it annoys you, but you continue on with your day. Sometimes your packages will be delivered to your neighbour, and it takes them a few days to let you know, letting you stew in your anxiety about their apparent arrival in the interim. (Forgive and forget).

Over the next few weeks you start to notice more and more coincidences pop up around the more annoying and troublesome people you interact with. A follower who commented something uncomplimentary in response to one of your posts has their account banned and deleted. The annoying neighbor who often parks in your space has their car totaled the day after you try to ask them again to move their damn vehicle. The professor who uncharitably graded your assignment a low pass because he didn’t like your attitude is now under review and has lost his tenure. (Forgive and ████).

It all comes to a head when you’re passing by one of your neighbours as they move their stuff out of the apartment. There’s an eviction notice pinned to their door. It’s not much of a loss - after all, they were the ones who’d keep your mail long past the point of helpfulness. They snark at you as you pass, making a comment about your somewhat smug air, warning you’ll be next.

You don’t even get the chance to respond before there’s a yell from above, and something is falling and - wow. Who knew a falling flower pot could draw so much blood. That’s definitely going to be a pain to get out of your light shirt. It’s with this annoyance that you ring the emergency services to come and save your unconscious (ex)neighbour from bleeding out. (████ ██ ████)

From that moment on, you’re definitely more aware of the karmic coincidences, for lack of a better term. While you avoid provoking people outright, there is a small part of you that revels in satisfaction when those that inconvenience you are inconvenienced themselves. The severity of these coincidences seems to scale to the impact the other person’s actions have on you. If you take advantage of this sometimes, well. Who could prove any of it?

(Retaliate. Remember.)

Asmodeus (Lust - an intense longing; unbridled sexual or amorous desire)

Sure, you have social media. You’re no luddite, and it was your one tether to the human world while you were stuck in Devildom. You quickly learnt that human memes and demon memes were very much not the same (except for a few bizarre crossovers. Both seem to be obsessed with Orbs).

You never really had a huge following though. You had maybe a couple hundred followers across twitter and instagram, averaging maybe 20 likes and similar interactions per post. That is, until recently.

Seemingly overnight, your follower account on all platforms (including your anonymous tumblr account) has skyrocketed. There’s even a notification in your emails from twitter about verification. Just…. What?

You open your accounts to see if maybe it was a specific mention or throwaway meme that somehow caught the attention of the internet at large. Your latest post was a cute pic taken by Asmo during your final week in Devildom. It’s you from behind, gazing out at the twinkling lake by Dia’s castle. It was posted a few days ago, though - and yet the like counter just keeps ticking up and up. The comments on instagram are nonsensical - lots of hearts and starry eyes and a few more suggestive strings of emoji. Your phone continuously buzzes with notifications, and it’s starting to get overwhelming - so you turn on do-not-disturb.

As a bit of an experiment, you decide to post a quick snap of your bewildered face, captioned “so… did y’all mean to follow me or is this some kind of prank?” - no tags, no emoji.

The effect is pretty much instantaneous. Immediately the notification counters tick up and up and up. There’s a few flattering comments (and a few not-so-flattering ones), and just as many hearts as your previous post. One comment, from an account you don’t know, stands out to you: “Imagine being *this* attractive but also so humble it hurts. Your fave could never.”

Over the next few weeks you continue to post - from selfies to scenic shots to random shower ideas to your thoughts about Succession and why you think cousin Greg is endgame. No matter what you post, it always seems to be a hit. Even that incomprehensible keysmash you accidentally posted to twitter as you fell asleep. There’s even Buzzfeed listicles (“27 times MC stole our hearts with a smile”). Asking your followers doesn’t help either - it seems like overnight you have lodged yourself in the public consciousness as a desirable figure. They all clamor to get your acknowledgement, and you quickly find even the simple act of liking someone else’s post can be cause enough for others to become jealous.

It’s flattering. Really. It's doing wonders for your self-image, getting all these compliments on your photos and selfies. You definitely find yourself starting a few trends here and there, and hey, you're just doing your job to make the world that much more aesthetically desirable.

(Out of your thousands of followers, only one stands out to you. The first to like every post, to comment “YESSSSSS MY LOVE!!”: Asm♥deus.)

Beelzebub (Gluttony - to overindulge and over-consume to the point of wastefulness)

You were pleasantly surprised to find your pantry fully stocked upon your return to the human world. You were expecting to have to clean out the stuff that had inevitably staled in your year away, and restock from scratch. Except, no, you don’t have to because absolutely everything you could ever want is currently filling your kitchen to the point of overflowing. Everything from fine, artisanal products to cheap junk food. It keeps you fed for so long that you find yourself having to chuck out a few fruits, vegetables, and breads that have gone off because you didn’t eat them in time.

You keep expecting to have to go out and replenish the supplies for yourself, but no, the pantry is ever-full. Fresh produce seems to appear out of nowhere, and you never find yourself short of an ingredient when it comes time to start cooking. There’s always just slightly too much - your garbage is often full with uneaten food-waste.

This inexplicable phenomenon continues, and impossibly escalates. There’s random food deliveries during the week on the nights you’re too tired to cook for yourself. Your cravings are instantly satisfied by the appearance of precisely what you were longing for. You think maybe it’s some kind of magic - it’s not out of the question, especially with your powerful friends and lovers. You try not to think about the cost - monetary, or otherwise…

As you’re walking past your favorite bakery, you hear a woman complain that they never seem to have their famous macarons anymore. You overhear the server apologize, and try to explain that the lot are often bought right out of the oven. With a jolt, you realize that those very same macarons are the ones that are stacked up beside your fridge, way more than you could possibly want or eat.

With a guilty jolt, you realize that it hasn’t occurred to you until this point that you could just give away some of the food. There’s no reason for it to sit in your kitchen until it goes off - there’s plenty of people who could appreciate it, after all. And yet…

You don’t approach the woman, or offer any of the macarons. You continue to hoard your food until it goes off. You appreciate the rich, tasty ingredients, and especially enjoy doing things like chucking A-grade marbled steaks haphazardly into the pan for a quick sear, none of the careful preparation it would normally merit.

This is your food. And no one can tell you how to manage it. Nor should they

Belphegor (Sloth - the forgoing of responsibility, to be disinclined towards effort or exertion)

A soft, warm hand cups your face, while another plays with the ends of your hair. Breath, not your own, fans over your lips as he leans in close. “Stay with me, my human.” You crack open your eyes, and for a brief moment, you get a glimpse of a soft, sleepy smile before you feel yourself falling through nothing and you - wake up.

Though you’re not the type to really remember your dreams, you know that they’ve been especially sweet since returning. The fragments that you do remember feel warmer, safer, and more loving than anything you’ve felt while in the human world.

You were already a bit of a homebody before your trip, leaving social engagements early to go home and rest, but now you don’t even bother going out. Not while sleep is calling to you so sweetly.

You find yourself sleeping through your alarms more and more often. Not even the brightest, sunniest day - the type you missed while down in Devildom - could stir within you the interest or energy to be active, to enjoy the fresh air.

None of this matters. In your dreams, you’re with them, with him. The longer you sleep, the more you remember.

Your breath is slow and deep, and you nestle your head into the warm, living pillow. His hands ghost over your sides and you hear him hum in contentment. You try to lean into his touch, to feel him. “Lucifer told me that I need to stop doing this,” he says, and you shudder. That’s not right - you don’t want him to stop. You don’t want to lose him. You feel his smile against your forehead. “He says you need more than just sleep. That you’re wasting away.” You try to tell him that Lucifer is wrong, you’re fine, you just need more sleep. But even now, in this place of dreams, the energy doesn’t come to you. All you’re able to do is sink into him even more. “That wouldn’t be so bad, though. You’ll become mine forever. No one could make you leave.”

You wake after that dream feeling like you haven’t slept at all. There’s a tiredness in your very being, and all you want to do is roll over on your pillow and return to him. What job, what, school, what hobbies? Nothing interests you anymore. You miss him, you miss them so damn much.

Nonetheless, through some strength that you’re not even sure is your own, you pull yourself out of bed and into the shower.The hot water and the softly scented soaps that remind you of Asmo rejuvenate you and you begin your day with a breakfast that would make even Beel feel full.

The next night, you go to sleep, and you do not dream. Nor the next.

It’s months before you close your eyes and you feel his touch. In that time you’ve been beset by kleptomaniac crows, have become somewhat of an internet personality, and have chucked out more stale loaves of bread than you could ever know what to do with.

“You need some time off. Both of us do. Come on, we can sleep like this, together…”

Lucifer (Pride - to put yourself before and above others)

It takes you longer than you’d ever be willing to admit that the reason why all these strange occurrences are happening is because either consciously or subconsciously, there are seven extremely powerful entities who are missing you.

You try to distract yourself from that thought by focusing more intently on your studies. A passage is circled in one of the textbooks you pick up from the library, unwilling to pay full price for an elective subject’s resource. Religious Studies, because if nothing else it’ll be a bit of a laugh. “From pride, all other sins flourish. It is the father of all sins.”

It hits you all at once.

The hoarding of gems and wealth and your reluctance to part with it. The coveting of your favourite place, and the desire to keep it all to yourself. The satisfaction of your enemies those that annoy you facing retribution. Reveling in the admiration of strangers. The inclination to over-indulge and the refusal to share. The assumption that outside of yourself, nothing else matters, not a single one of your responsibilities. These all are in response to the world bending to the whims of your loves, but your own feelings, your attitude stems from your Pride. After all, who else can claim they hold the loyalty of angels, demons, and immortals? Who else bears the love and affection of all the Avatars of Sin?

(How very prideful of you to assume that you could live unchanged after that year, to return to a life that doesn’t really feel like yours to begin with)

The best thing, the worst thing is that you’re so comfortable with this type of thinking. Even now you realize that hey, this is probably Lucifer talking, you wouldn’t give any of it up. It’s comforting. It reminds you of them. It makes you feel loved.

(When you return to Devildom, you never quite work up the courage to ask the brothers whether any of it was deliberate or not. Lucifer does mention in a quiet moment that they were all a mess, even him, without your presence. They were missing something, someone. “It was sub-optimal, of course,” he says, “which is something we should rectify so that it doesn’t happen a second time.” “I thought both heaven and hell have rules against humans living here on a more permanent basis?” “I’ve been to war against heaven for the sake of the ones I love. Between myself and my brothers, neither heaven nor hell could stand against us should I have to go to war again.”)

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profoundthinglady

3 months ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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profoundthinglady

3 months ago

Hello, could you do hc's for the brothers where they realize Mc is an reincarnation of their lover? They look uncannily similar, act the same, their personality is the same, every odd quirk and habbit is the same

Brothers Realize MC Is A Reincarnation Of Their Lover

LUCIFER

He doesn't know whether to loathe or like you.

In fact, if Lucifer closes his eyes or even glances at that photo hidden away in his drawer with a fake bottom; the demon is sure he won't be able to compose himself for long.

Not when someone with a staggering...resemblance to his lover comes as the human exchange student.

Even in hell, Father decided to torture him.

Why did your smile have to be eerily similar to them? Why did you have your tea with the exact sweetness that they preferred? Why did you kick him in your sleep during that 'sleepover'?

Merely a coincidence, he told himself. He didn't want to accept it, not when his heart was already in their hands.

But then you come along and make yourself known, setting fire in the demon's heart that he thought had long gone out. You give him tea and sit with him—bicker—like they used to. Bold and blunt.

He told himself it was nothing but a mere similarity, that it was nothing more than a coincidence, that your smile or your jokes had no connection to them, or that the way you brewed him tea and listened to his records and challenged him and loved him and laughed and d—

Futile.

Only when he sees that familiar mark on the nape of your neck, the exact spot where he placed his mark, a sigil, evidence of the relationship with them eons ago, only then is the Morningstar forced to confront reality.

It's them.

No, he corrects himself—it's you, you, a reincarnation, a lucky brush of fate or the thread that binds you two; something that brought you back to him.

"Do you remember me too, MC?"

MAMMON

His brothers called him a clingy demon.

They weren't wrong, to call him out on his inability to leave you alone even for a minute; for Mammon couldn't bear to not be by your side. They were wrong on the reason.

Maybe his brothers genuinely didn't remember, or even if they did, it would be cruel to get his hopes up, that there was even a slight chance that you were the person he lost many millennia's ago.

The demon tells himself that, too.

But that doesn't stop his behavior around you—already knowing your tastes in food and clothing, or the genre of movies that you would like to watch, or even the corny jokes he found himself chuckling at. Mammon finds himself reveling in the praise and love you bask him in, much like they used to.

It's almost like the old times.

Almost.

For you bear a resemblance to their features, their adorable quirk of patting his head whenever the demon was in the vicinity, of their penchant of getting into trouble and making reckless decisions—

Is he sure that you're...really you?

Is it....a reincarnation?

A nod of Lucifer's head and his soft smile tells Mammon all that he needs to know.

LEVIATHAN

Never should have gone out of the room.

This is what Levi concludes when he sees the human exchange student, and a part of him rejoices, but at the same time, it hurts so fucking much.

So, so much.

The demon slinks back to his room, shutting the door behind and doesn't come out for a whole week. Levi cries, the bass of the music drowns out everything, like screams in the ocean.

He doesn't look at you for a week, until you come to his room with a plate of food after he missed breakfast again. With that uncanny smile you hand him the tray and ask if you can watch some anime with him later.

Levi shuts the door in your face.

You get a reply later; a text, that visiting hours for his room will be only available to you.

When he watches his favorite shows with you, Levi doesn't focus on the screen. He focuses on you. It's creepy, but Levi is looking for someone he thought he had lost years ago.

And then he sees the recommendation for an anime where the protagonist is reincarnated on a quest and something in his mind flips.

And it's now crystal clear that you once knew Levi.

SATAN

He'd read about it in books.

The concept of reincarnation was familiar to Satan, and yet it was something he treated as a fairytale. For every time he opened that damned book it just added salt to his wounds—another reminder of his helplessness, of how the lovers in the book met again but he couldn't.

Until you emerged from the portal, bearing a striking resemblance to the person he once gave his heart to.

The smile on his face falters; but only for a brief moment, and he's back to his usual self. Satan glares at Lucifer when the former places a hand on his shoulder.

He tried to stay away, at first, but you were always so enchanting, pulling him into bliss.

The demon noticed how you preferred to pet a cat—firm scratches on the chin and a pat to the back, just like they did. That how your habit of waking up late and grumbling was similar to their's, or how you came to him with more books to read together.

Satan didn't want hope, at first.

For the possibility of it being just a mere coincidence is there, and it would be cruel to have that ray of hope taken away.

But reincarnations were fate, and was the resemblance coincidence or on purpose?

So many questions, yet no answers.

But then you came to his room on the night his wrath was overflowing, and grabbed his clawed hands and wiped the tears from his eyes. You calmed the storm, just like they had done.

And finally, finally, did Satan accept that it was destiny that brought you together.

ASMODEUS

He's used to seeing glimpses of you in strangers.

That one had your eyes, the other your smile, one copied the way you laughed. He'd bed them, invite them to his room and try to forget his sorrow and pretend that those strangers were you—if only for a brief moment.

But then you come along, a striking being to them; their personality, looks, habits—it's almost eerie.

Hearing your voice, the demon doesn't know what to do.

Asmodeus wasn't quite ready to accept that the human exchange student was someone he had known.

He acted the same, but distanced himself—never growing too close, fearing that the ray of hope in his mind was not true. That it was a delusion made by his desperate mind.

Until that night when he was drunk.

Too much Demonus, and he was stumbling into the house with messy hair and slurred speech. Given his hazy mind, it was predictable that the demon would start bawling the moment he saw you.

He hugged, begged and cried into your arms—glad that you've come back and that he missed you. That it had been too long.

Asmodeus remembers everything from the previous night.

Reincarnation, same soul—different body—was it possible? That you've come back to him?

Hearing your laugh, Asmodeus knows the answer.

BEELZEBUB

His hands instinctively reached out to touch the exchange student as soon as they emerged. And who could blame him? You were a splitting image of them; with those eyes and that smile that he treasured.

But you weren't..them.

Beelzebub found himself trailing after you, finding himself munching on food in places he didn't bother to remember, but the one thing he remembers is that you were always there.

Your presence was comforting.

Like that time when you took his bed after eating his custard, or protecting him from Lucifer's wrath, despite knowing that the Morningstar's anger alone could kill you.

He felt protected again.

Beel swore he won't repeat his mistakes again—that he couldn't afford to lose anyone anymore—that he'll protect until his last breath.

You were patient with him, just like they had been. Gave him snacks hidden in your bag and held his hand when the pangs of his stomach became too painful to endure.

In those moments, he could have sworn.

But now, Beel swears it's you, after seeing the mark on your soul, another magic experiment by Solomon.

It's you.

BELPHEGOR

He's surely going mad.

Belphegor was sure he had died when the human exchange student came up the stairs. That was the plan all along; play the human like a fiddle and get his revenge. Ruin the program and watch Diavolo's reputation crumble. Murder the cause for Lilith's death.

But then you wander up to his door and all words die on his tongue.

Belphegor got dreams after—of their face and presence—and seeing you pained the demon.

He wanted to reach out to them; touch them, cry in their arms, hold their heart in his hands just like he did eons ago.

But you weren't them. You were just..similar to them in physical features. So what if your smile matched theirs? So what if your laughter was the same? It didn't matter that you had the same sense of humor and quirks. All that mattered was sabotaging the damned exchange programme.

These things were always too good to be true, right?

So when now another dream plagues his mind, it's of the same laugh and the same voice—except that it's your face.

And in that moment, the demon understands.

But then Belphegor wakes up and sees the door is open and you're standing there. And the next step was to strangle the human; mock their humanity and throw them down the stairs.

How can he kill you?

How, how, how, howhowhowhow

Belphegor falls to the floor in tears.

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profoundthinglady

3 months ago

What does the seven rulers of hell actually do?

...when they're not throwing another party or get trapped in a curse out of nowhere

Lucifer

He is mainly involved in politics. He processes lots of confidential documentation everyday. He also co-run an interrogation unit with Barbatos.

Mammon

He is out on the field to do the shadow/dirty work for Lucifer. He gets paid handsomely for it.

Leviathan

He is responsible for marine force management. He gets well paid by doing his job, although he's not interested at all. It supports his expensive hobby, so no complaints.

Satan

He reads manuscript and finds powerful magic artifacts which scattered in Devildom/other reamls. He talks to all kinds of specialists and solves mysteries. When Lucifer is not around to make important decisions, he sometimes fills in his position.

Asmodeus

He is responsible for public relations. He manages events, create and spread propaganda for Devildom. He also gets a lot of classified intelligence from people by charming them.

Beelzebub

He protects Lucifer. He also manages a small elite bodyguard team for him.

Belphegor

This bad bitch only does two things. Sleep or kill. He's very good at disguising. He can be the delivery guy. He can be the janitor. He can be the waiter. He eliminate his target effortlessly because he moves so quick and unnoticeable. He doesn't get a lot of jobs though, so he still sleeps most of the days.

Bonus: MC

They escort human souls to hell for punishment as their after school activity. After they graduated from RAD, they will be hunting lost souls on earth, and sort them into heaven or hell.

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profoundthinglady

3 months ago

First of all, love your analysis!! They are legit my favourites <3 second, do you think the brothers have had past relationships before MC? Were they intimate or just some fwb kind of thing? Do you think that some nobles try to get with one of the brothers? Sorry if I sound nosy!! Just wanna know your guys opinions cause you guys always have the best answers! >:D (ps. you guys are my favourite obey me blog hehe)

Ahhhh thank you, you're so sweet!! Σ(O///O) (,,>﹏<,,) Apologies for the delay in answering this!

As far as past relationships before MC go, yes we think there probably have been some. It is a dating sim, so of course they want to make it that MC is ✨special✨ for them, but let's think realistically about it. They've all lived an incredibly long time before MC!

We certainly do know that nobles and others are interested in them. Barbatos mentions that all of them have fan clubs, and there's even a memory UR card titled "Popular with the Ladies" after all! And Great Witch Maddi is infamously aggressive for trying to get with some of them, including frustrating the hell out of Satan and Lucifer -- as well as a rather dark implication about what she might have done to Mammon once.

As to the particular nature of their past relationships, though, it probably varies a lot from brother to brother!

Lucifer doesn't do anything half-assed, and he's way too prideful for anything that could damage his or his family's reputation. He might go on a few dates for political reasons, but he thinks of those as work, not romance. If he actually gets into a relationship, it's serious. That said, he's such a workaholic that past relationships are probably pretty few and far in between except with Diavolo.

Mammon is the type to hook up intending it to be a casual one-night stand, and end up in love before he knows what's happened. He falls in love fast, and though the relationships may have burned up just as quickly, he really loved them -- even if he might never admit it.

Leviathan prides himself on being a hardcore shut-in, so his relationship history is probably mainly littered with online relationships with fellow gamers. He may have been too shy to actually ever meet up with any of them, or maybe not.

Satan has a lot of acquaintances and is generally well-liked within the Devildom, so he's undoubtedly had his share of admirers. And he's always trying to expand his horizons by trying new things, to get away from being "only wrath." So yeah, he's probably tried dating casually, maybe had some that were considered more serious, but didn't really have that full-blown understanding of love until MC came along.

Asmodeus is, well....let's just be realistic here. He's the Avatar of Lust. We saw the brothers giving him shit for hitting on everyone even when he was an angel, so of course he's probably hooked up with tons of people before MC. But the whole reason MC has been so special to him is because they're the first one that he feels like really loves him for more than just his beauty, so they're the first serious relationship for him.

Beelzebub is one of the "popular with the ladies" guys, but it just isn't really a priority for him. Still, he's not one to say no if someone invites him out for a meal, so he's definitely gone out on dates from time to time, even if some of them may have been accidental. But it seems MC is really the first to be equally important to him as his family, so any past relationships probably weren't nearly as serious.

Belphegor isn't a total shut-in like Levi, but frankly he just doesn't care a whole lot about anybody outside of his family. So he might have had casual flings with those who showed interest, but he likely would have hit a point where he would have decided it's not worth the effort.

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Warnings: Female reader, Mentions of blood, threats, fighting etc.

Request: Yes.

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Qin Shi Huang

Attempts to trade himself to fight next instead. Brunhilde doesn't allow it. She believes in you as a warrior.

He's pissy at the fact you're fighting and could die in this fight as well. He definitely thinks this fight is one-sided. Qin is probably the most quiet in this round while watching you fight.

Part of him doesn't even want to watch you fight in case something happens. Though he knows he should just in case it's your last moments together.

Everyone is tense, it's not just Qin. Both you and the God are now wounded, and he wonders how Brunhilde could be so calm during all of this. He's experiencing so many emotions at once and none of them are good emotions either.

He wants you back by his side. Right now.

Qin get surprised when you use a move he hasn't seen you fight with yet and slay the god.

The arena was quiet, and you released your Völundr. Göll was happy her sister didn't die, and the rest of the humans where happy you won. It broke out in loud cheering as you limped your way back to Brunhilde and the others.

You where exhausted. Is this how it felt to fight a god?

"Hâo!" Your head lifted before you where casually just picked up by a happy Qin and carried the rest of the way to the infirmary. You laid your head down to rest. The blood loss made you a bit dizzy, after all.

"Hâo?"

"It means 'Good,' my Queen." He translated for you, peering down at you through the pretty blindfold he always wore to protect himself.

Lü Bu

He doesn't try to stop Brunhilde in throwing you out to fight a God. He's confident. You can do it.

You are wed to one of the strongest generals in all of history, after all.

Though deep down he does think the fight would be one sided. You are a women, and women shouldn't even fight to begin with in his perspective. Lü Bu watches the fight in silence.

It was so thick you could cut it with a knife. No one dared to disturb him while he was watching you. And all of them knew he would most likely go after Brunhilde, should you die.

Lü Bu is definitely the type to seek revenge should you fall in this battle. It's in his blood, after all. He's a warrior by blood, and you are just his wife.

The tension was thick, you where starting to stumble from blood loss in the arena. Sasaki murmured something under his breath, and after five more minutes you had stabbed the shit out of the God, slaying him.

Your Völundr partner ended up needing to carry you most of the way to the infirmary. You weren't in very good condition. Though everyone knew the doctors up here could easily take care of you.

Lü Bu was already in your room when you entered, watching silently as you got all patched up. It was silent for a little while, and all he really did was run his fingers through your hair, urging you to sleep for awhile.

He didn't loose you.

Poseidon

He immediately tries to skewer Zeus. There was no question about it. He moved so quickly most of the Gods couldn't keep up with him, and by the time he was calmed, Zeus was a bit bloody.

He's a dangerous man and you're messing with his wife. And that's not a good place to be lest you want to die.

Everyone was shaking up at his promise to slaughter Zeus should you fall in this battle. His aura was almost suffocating, and only let up when he was down the hall and around the corner.

Poseidon did not stay to watch you fight. He was not interested nor did he truly care. You where up against a mortal, after all. While he promised to take Zeus' life if you die, he almost positively knew you could take care of a mere mortal.

And that's exactly what you did. While you did get hurt, it wasn't enough where you couldn't walk yourself into your room to be taken care of, and Poseidon let you there a few minutes after the doctor's left.

"You didn't tell me about that move you used." He was blunt about it, though he was normally blunt about everything.

"I know," You said, "But this was the first time I ever had to use it." You're words surprised him, though he did not say much more than that.

Poseidon didn't stay here for long. That night you returned to your home in the seas, your husband at your side.

Hades

He couldn't say he was at all happy about Zeus putting you in the rings and your life in danger, though unlike his younger brother he did not chose violence against Zeus.

He simply stated how disappointed in his youngest brother he was, and then left to go and watch you fight.

Hades didn't know if the fight was fair or not. After all, humans are tricky creatures who have evaded his grasp of death more than once.

Though, he did stay and watch the whole fight. Should you die, he'd like to see your beautiful face one more time as you break away and crumble into shimmering pieces of green.

That never happened, though.

While he thought you where outmatched, you where a cunning and slippery individual, and while you did get wounded, so did your human opponent. And soon, your opponent was slain.

He was already meeting you as you entered the room exiting the arena. Hades did not let you use your feet for awhile after that as he personally carried you to the infirmary. He could feel your breath wisping against his neck as he carried you.

After you where patched up, he took you on a walk through the gardens. It wasn't often you both left Helheim for something, mine as well enjoy the sights.

"I thought I would have lost you, my dearest." He confessed, watching the breeze tussle your hair as you walked through the garden. You where ethereal compared to the garden around you.

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3 months ago

What They Daydream About [Obey Me! Headcanons]

Note: No warnings, unless you're lactose intolerant because this is cheesy af.

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Lucifer

He had almost finished his paperwork when MC sat on his desk and watched him as he read through contracts and signed them. When a finished a page, MC placed their hand over his and took the pen. He opened his mouth to protest or discipline them, but they pressed a finger to his lips with a grin.

They shuffled off the desk and sat on his lap and murmured, “You need to take a break, darling.” Yes, he definitely needed a break. He wrapped his arms around them and buried his face in the crook of their neck, inhaling their scent.

He could almost feel their warmth, but blinked out of his daze, to where Leviathan was screaming into his hands. He sighed – typical.

Mammon

He had just won it big at the casinos and was taking MC out on the town. He had his arm wrapped around their shoulders, they leaned into him to stay warm. When they glanced at a store at some cool accessory, Mammon paused, telling him he’d be right back.

“Wait!” they stopped him and grabbed his arm. “I don’t want that!”

“What do ya mean you don’t want that? I saw ya lookin’ at it!”

“I was looking at your reflection!” they protested and gave him a soft smile. “All I want is you.”

Leviathan’s screams drowned out Mammon’s whines as he fought to hid his own flushing face.

Leviathan

MC screamed for help. Leviathan burst through the doors, holding the swords that defeats all evil…Maybe not all evil, like himself – but a lot of evil! He glared at the monster holding MC hostage before he charged and struck it down. He turned towards MC and took off the bindings.

MC flung their arms around his neck. “How could I ever thank you, my hero?”

“A hero doesn’t accept anything in return. That’s what being a hero is all about?” Leviathan replied sounding very cool.

MC pouted. “How about a kiss?” They leaned in closer to him, puckering their lips, getting ready to press their lips against his—

Leviathan screamed into his hands. His face burning at the imagery his mind created.

Satan

“You’re so smart, Satan!” MC praised him as they finished up the homework, he was helping them with. “Thank you so much!” They threw their arms around him and clung onto him. He chuckled and happily accepted their hug. They buried their face in his chest and sighed, “I always feel safe around you.”

Satan froze. He chuckled and pressed his lips to the top of their head. “I’ll always protect you, MC. You don’t have to worry about anything.”

MC laughed lightly. “I won’t. You’re so much better than Lucifer!”

The sound of his eldest brother snapping at Diavolo dragged him from his thoughts. He sighed and shook his head.

Asmodeus

“Oh Asmo! You’re just so gorgeous, I could cry!” MC gushed over him as he showed off the latest makeup he was wearing – the eyeliner and mascara accentuated the charming abilities his gaze had. Not that the gaze worked on MC. They loved him for him.

“Don’t cry, my love.” Asmo grasped MC’s hands and brought them up to his lips. He pressed soft kisses onto their fingers. “I know I’m beautiful, but just imagine how I feel when I gaze into your eyes. Your beauty is what’s breathtaking. I can’t believe it, but I love you more than myself.”

MC threw their arms around his neck. Crying words of love and praise. Their own lips pressed against his cheek and moved to his lips.

Asmo giggled to himself, completely ignoring Levi’s cries and Lucifer snapping at Diavolo.

Beelzebub

“Beel! I made you some treats, do you want to try some? I’ll feed you them myself!” MC held out a wide assortment of foods. Beel nodded and lowered his head to allow MC to place part of a burger up to his lips. He bit into it, careful to not bite their fingers.

“Ah, it tastes delicious, MC,” Beel hummed happily. “Better than any other burger I’ve had.”

MC laughed lightly. “Oh dear, it looks like you got some ketchup on your lips. Here.” MC pulled him closer to him and pressed their lips against his, licking away the ketchup.

His stomach growling startled him back to the present. He glanced over towards MC, secretly hoping that they’d have a burger on them…They didn’t.

Belphegor

He had opened his eyes to a fearful looking MC. They clutched tightly onto a blanket that was wrapped around their shoulders. Once their eyes met, MC spoke softly, “Belphie, I had a nightmare. Could I sleep with you tonight?”

Belphi grumbled and moved over, allowing MC to seek refuge in his bed. They nestled up to him and buried their face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around them protectively. He leaned down and buried his head to the top of their head, enjoying the scent of their shampoo.

“Thank you, Belphie. Sleeping next to you is always comforting,” they spoke and wrapped their arms around him.

Belphie startled at the sound of Beel’s stomach growling. He groaned and buried his burning face into his arms, hoping to resume the daydream before he got interrupted.

Diavolo

“Diavolo, we can’t! What about your status as prince? What would the nobles say about the prince of Devildom being with a human?” MC spoke tearfully. Their bottom lip trembled. Diavolo tilted their chin to have him look up at him. He offered them a kind smile.

“Don’t worry about what the others may think,” he spoke with such confidence that their bottom lip stopped trembling. “What matters is our love. We can show them that a human and a demon being together can be a wonderful, beautiful thing. Please, let us show them that there’s nothing more powerful than our love!”

“Oh Diavolo!” MC cried and pressed their lips against him. “Diavolo, I love you! Diavolo!”

“Diavolo!” The prince blinked as he realized it was not MC saying his name. He glanced over seeing an irked Lucifer. “Were you listening to anything I said?!”

Diavolo laughed nervously. “Could you repeat yourself?”

Barbatos

MC was humming in the kitchen as they helped him prepare the dessert for dinner that night. He smirked to himself as he walked up behind them. His arms wrapped around them as he placed his hands over their hands that was cutting through bits of fruit.

“Just like this, my little lamb,” he whispered into their ear. They stiffened against him and he could almost feel the heat radiating off their face. Despite how flustered they were, they leaned into him. Once the piece of fruit was finished, he removed his hands from theirs. “Very good.”

MC turned around and shyly gazed up at him. Barbatos smiled softly and caressed their cheek. Slowly, they leaned in to each other until their lips met.

“Could you repeat yourself?” Diavolo questioned. Barbatos snapped back to reality and watched as Lucifer started to lecture the prince. He sighed and glanced at MC; they were busy zoning out.

Simeon

“Would you still love me if I fell?” Simeon asked them. MC glanced up at them as they rested in his lap. They turned to face him and wrapped their arms around his neck. A kind smile graced their lips.

“I would,” they responded. “I would love you as an angel, as a demon, as a human, whatever you are, I would love you.” They pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before they rested their head against his shoulder. “You are perfect for being you, Simeon. Not for what you are.”

Simeon hummed and held onto them tightly. He closed his eyes, thanking them for their kind words.

“Simeon!” Luke snapped at the angel. “Pay attention!”

Solomon

“Your magic is just incredible, Solomon!” MC praised. Their arms were wrapped around his neck as they swayed around a room of stars he had conjured. A smile played on their lips at the wonderous site. Their eyes shimmered brightly. He almost couldn’t believe it, but they were even more gorgeous than usual.

“It’s not as incredible as you,” Solomon murmured to them and rested his forehead against their own. They laughed lightly at his words. The sound of their laughter was like the most beautiful music he had ever heard.

“I love you, Solomon,” they whispered once they had stopped their laughter. Perhaps those words were even more beautiful.

“Pay attention!” Luke’s voice interrupted his thoughts. He sighed and frowned once he was back in the present.

Bonus

“Why isn’t anyone paying attention in this meeting?” Luke asked and looked over at MC. Their eyes were glossed over as they wore a small smile on their lips. “Ah! Not you too, MC!”

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profoundthinglady

3 months ago

Gossip, nuts and a very jealous Loki XD

From reading Gospel of Loki, I got two things:

Joanne Harris did not read the Eddas and has internalized misogyny is blinding her mad.

She thought that portraying Sigyn as loving gossip and baking pies would maker her look ridiculous and explain WHY Loki hates her... Except that it only shows how little she knows the characters she's writing and made 0 research, as Norse!Loki is quite the foodie and LOVES gossip.

She also made Loki HATE Sigyn for being friends with forest animals... when we know he has animal kids and turns himself into animals XD

The only reason he could dislike her friends would be... well, because he thinks she spends too much time with them XD

Since Sigyn loves gossip, YOU KNOW SHE WOULD BE FRIENDS WITH RATATOSKR :3

Gossiping and eating nuts in the forest all day long, while Loki just wishes he could have Sigyn only for himself XD

Ratatoskr: Not my fault if I'm cuter than you!

Loki: Well you'll sure make a CUTE SCARF, you fluffy bastard!

I commissionned the amazing @pip0h for this art!

Thanks again!!! <3

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