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Obey Me! Incorrect Quotes #66
CHRISTMAS SPECIAL!
Mammon: Uhh.. MC just asked if we want to…
Mammon: “Fell the mighty before their time and display their carcasses in our homes?”
Satan, not even looking up from his book: They’re asking if you want to cut down Christmas trees.
Mammon: Oh, that makes more sense.
Hello merry Christmas :) I saw request was open and was wondering if you could do scenario where the brothers and Solomon (separately) celebrate the holiday with mc and their family in the human world ? Thank you and happy new year! :)
Merry Christmas, Anon! 🎄🎁
It's been a while since I've gotten a request and I really wanted to finish it before Christmas is over in my timezone and I just barely made it ^^;
I hope you like it!
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The Brothers + Solomon at Your Family's Holiday Party
Lucifer is the perfect party guest. He makes effortless conversation and can get along with pretty much everyone. As devilishly handsome as he is, Lucifer looks good in an apron and he'll definitely take advantage of that. He'll help in the kitchen if needed, he might even help out with the dishes and somehow not get any soapy water on his expensive looking clothes. Throughout the night, he keeps you near as much as possible, with an arm slinked around your waist or a hand in yours, gentle but possessive gestures. It's not that he thinks your family will take you away from him, he just wants everyone to know you're well taken care of. Your family may wonder how you got such a catch, but it's very clear that he's chosen you.
Mammon is a favorite with your older family members, though they might not have known what to make of him at first. He joins in on their card games and loses just as many games as he wins. He tries to keep you near him for good luck and that does seem to work, hopefully the two of you end up with a small pile of riches to show for it, be they candies or cash. He'll insist on bringing the flashiest gifts, but somehow he knows exactly what each of your family members would like, even though he hadn't met any of them before the holiday. Mammon's natural confidence and model good looks make him the center of attention at your family party, and his ego will inflate accordingly. Despite all this, he is a very good party guest, and it is clear to everyone that he adores you.
Leviathan is very shy with your family at first. It takes all of his strength to make the most basic responses to their questions and even then, he beats himself up inside for being "weird". If you get pulled away, he panics. Don't worry too much about him, though. He's stronger than both of you think. He'll gravitate toward the kids table, maybe building Legos with them to soothe himself or starting an impromptu Mario Kart tournament. Of course he's a champion gamer and he shows everyone all his special techniques to get a high score. Levi becomes the new favorite of all the kids. As you leave for the night you'll have several cuties telling you to never break up with him. He's blushing, he didn't realize he made that much of an impression (also he's internally freaking out because you breaking up with him didn't occur to him until now, please promise you won't!)
Satan, like Lucifer, is a perfect party guest. No one would ever know he's actually so guarded and calculating. He's taking mental notes of every interaction the two of you have with your relatives. If any of them seem not quite right (backhanded compliments, rude remarks veiled with insincere smiles) he files away that information for later. If he finds your family to be relatively harmless, he's relieved. Satan has a good handle on his anger, but sometimes he needs a break from all the stimulation so he doesn't have an outburst. If he disappears, you might find him taking a breather with one of your family's furry friends (he's ecstatic if it ends up being a cat). Let him rest until he's ready and he'll come back refreshed and ready to impress your family with his charisma.
You don't have to worry about Asmodeus at all. Even without charming your family members, everyone will love him. He fits in well with the adults, but with the young kids as well. Asmo wants to know all the tea, all the family drama, and he'll give his input on things. He'll especially be on the lookout for any of your childhood photos or stories your family wants to tell. I hope you're comfortable with lots of public affection, because he's another who will keep an arm around your waist the whole evening. He might go as far as sitting on your lap or pulling you down to sit on his, and he'll attack your face with kisses every chance he gets (he'll stop if you ask him to, he promises to be on his best behavior). Please do let him indulge in cuddles a little bit, what's better than snuggling by the fire after dinner as everyone winds down for the night?
With the power of love, Beelzebub is able to quell his normally voracious appetite, and when he does that he basically becomes the perfect boyfriend. He's kind, friendly, AND he eats well? He's constantly complimenting whoever is in charge of cooking, and they'll fill his plate again and again. He'll silently glance toward you to ask if it's ok to take more, and when you nod in approval, he happily digs in. That's another thing, with the way he looks at you, your relatives know it's true love. It's very important to him that you have your special time with your family, his family means so much to him. So he might sit back when you socialize, while the kids try to use him as a jungle gym but he doesn't mind. As long as you're happy with your family, he's happy.
Belphegor is a good party guest when he sets his mind to it. It's probably best to keep him away from plush surfaces, especially when there are lulls in the festivities, because he will tend to doze off (I remember reading someone's headcanon a while ago that Belphie is the type to seek out the party's designated baby sleeping room and crash there, and I totally agree). If this happens, you can tell your family he's suffering from jetlag (whether this is true or not). He's definitely the most subdued of all of the brothers, but he's a surprisingly good conversationalist and gets along well with your family. He may lightly tease you (he still is a bit of a brat) which your family might take as a good sign of his affection for you. Though he's no stranger to loud family gatherings, Belphie will need a few days to recover from all the socializing, so I hope you don't mind him napping longer than usual.
Please, for the love of Diavolo, keep Solomon away from the kitchen during your family's party. Everyone will thank you. Solomon's gifts are the most creative, definitely embued with magic, and I don't think he'd be able to help himself from doing a few minor magic tricks for the kids before the party is over. He'll make an excuse, it was a simple trick, anyone could do it. But you'd know the truth. He chats freely with your family, no shortage of fond remarks from him about you. It's been so long since Solomon has spent this much time around human families, he's taking it all in and enjoying having you by his side. If you were worried about the party going smoothly, you don't have to. Just, maybe toss out that plate of cookies for Santa and replace them, our witty sorcerer may have tampered with the recipe when your back was turned.
He came home from a free pull...I love u satan
NDKSJFIAM- HES SO CUTE, I CANT 🥺🥺❤❤😫😫
•Midnight lamenting•
(Prequel to ‘The Snapping’ fic)
Y’all thought this is the next part but jokes on you this is the PREQUEL to my last isomnia induced angst fic so haha take that mfs-
Tagging to notify: @iworshipthepandas @witch-o-memes @deepestcloudjellyfish @helena-iceninekills @littlelightinwonderland @yui1800/for some reason I can’t tag u 😢 @thatweirdomidas @bnhastakenover @raymiazaki @katsukis-sad-angel @kittygh0st & @dittoqueeno
—————*2 weeks before the leave*—————
It’s been 2 weeks since the reveal of MC’s heredity.
“Lilith”
Pleas stop it.
“Hey Lilith-“
I know you all miss her.
“Lilith can you-“
But what about Me?
The lively household was now sober with silence, most of the residents already retiring to their respective quarters. The sound of footsteps muffled by the velvet carpet as the human treaded towards the balcony, steaming coffee in hand. The disheveled bun and growing bags under her eyes being signs of her restlessness as she set her mug on the balcony lining.
Oh lord Diavolo, how long has it been since she began overthinking things. Was she really overthinking? It’s nice to know they’re all getting along nicely, but at the cost of her identity? How are they even sure? I mean... Surely there was someone in her bloodline that wasn’t a legitimate child, what if it was only by name and legality? What if the blood they think she has is merely by written records? What if she didn’t really had Lilith’s blood? What if-
“I was wondering why the coffee maker’s still warm...”
Shoulders tensed up as she slowly turned her head, only to see unkept blonde hair and tired eyes.
“Ah Satan... you startled me”
Said fourth born only gave a raspy chuckle as he walked towards MC’s side at the balcony. He took notice the wariness in MC’s features as she gripped her cup of coffee tighter. He...knew how she felt, he’d even go as far as to say he was empathetic towards her.
“Hey, how’ve you been holding up these past two weeks?”
The question genuinely caught MC off guard, but knew deep down that Satan was going to catch up to her considering he’s been staring at her solemnly for the past few days.
“You’re the only person here I can be brutally honest with, you know that right?”
“Oh well I do the same with you, it’s basically a mutual benefit, so please do tell how you’ve been doing”
An exhausted sigh escaped her lips as she took a sip from her cup of coffee, already cold from the night breeze.
“I feel...like absolute crap. I’m happy that everyone’s getting along now but... why do I feel as if I’ve been robbed...”
“...Because they’re practically using you as a substitute for Lilith”
She quirked her brow as she placed her mug down. The Devildom moon being the only source of light as the temperamental duo gazed at the scenery.
“...What gave it away...?”
“Oh please MC, the last time I herd my brothers call you by your real name was before Lord Diavolo and Barbatos arrived with the news”
“You know, I have a feeling that’s not your only reason”
A small laugh emitted from the blonde before continuing his explanation.
“...That and...I feel empathetic towards you...”
“Oh? And how so..? Please do tell”
“You remember how I was born right?”
“You were born from Lucifer’s wrath after the Celestial war...”
“Exactly, I was born AFTER the war, meaning, AFTER Lilith’s death”
A churning feeling swindled in MC’s stomach as she realized where his context was going.
“I can still remember it...the way my brothers used to dote on me, giving me affection that was supposed to be for their dearest sister. Sure it felt nice to be loved but...knowing that the love they’re giving you wasn’t supposed to be yours in the first place, it just fed my wrath even more.”
He glanced at the human, taking in her silent reaction, he already knew how clever MC was so he knew that she already had an idea.
“Of course...that was centuries ago. They stopped treating me as a substitute and started treating me as me, they practically moved on...or at least I thought they moved on...”
“It’s kind of cruel isn’t it? Having to wait such a long time before finally receiving something that wasn’t second handed”
“It is, and I know you know it too. I knew the moment Belphie changed his attitude that they’ll direct their pent up affections for Lilith towards you”
Satan lowered his head a bit before looking MC in the eye.
“I’m...terribly sorry MC, I wasn’t able to help you. I should’ve tipped them off before they started pouring their misplaced affection towards you. I made a promise that I’d help you and yet...here you are, going through what I also had to endure centuries ago.”
She lightly rubbed his tired shoulders, a solemn smile danced on her lips as her tired eyes showed nothing but empathy.
“You don’t have to apologize, it’s not your obligation. You’ve already had your fight, so this ones mine to face”
She retreated her hand and gripped her now empty mug.
“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask me. Knowing how they’re currently acting, it’ll only get worse from here.”
A raspy giggle escaped MC’s lips as she slowly rubbed the bridge of her nose.
“I’ll keep that in mind Mr. Sharp’n Witty”
“Make sure you do Ms. Trouble Magnet”
And with that, the two went back inside...
...The warmth of their breaths being the only sign they were ever their on the balcony to lament.
A/N - So to clarify, I decided to post 1 prequel and I’ll be posting a sequel (which will be posted in December) before the grand angsty finale in January because even I wanna get something out to satisfy my brainrotting.
As usual if you wanna be tagged in the next release just reply to this post and I’ll make sure to tag and notify y’all.
The Snapping (the fic this post follows)
What if MC’s Heredity was wrong (just an idea/thought)
Realization before Reconciliation
Oops my hand slipped 👁👄👁
I didn’t know who to put as Christine but it sure was hell not gonna be my MC 🤡
am i allowed to headcanon that Satan knows sign language
He's so hot. How.
Bunny Satan
Pants are for the weak, and I'm strong af
MC refuses to wear pants. Chaos ensues.
tags. male mc, amab reader, shameless mc, mix of crack and fluff, slightly suggestive content (a healthy dose of horny grip), all the brothers.
notes. this is my first fic ever and my debut post, oof, sweats. what does one says. open up? enjoy the meal? come back soon?
After everything you've been through since your arrival at Devildom, including (but not limited to) a murder (yours, to be precise), you've slowly but surely carved your own way into the brothers' chaotic life.
Every time you wake up tangled in Mammon's arms and legs, you simply snuggle in, even when you were pretty sure you went to sleep to an empty bed the night before.
Walking around school holding Satan's arm feels as natural as breathing, and if you end up close enough to lay your head on his shoulder, so be it.
Whenever Asmo crosses the room to fix your hair or touch your face, rambling about how long your lashes are, how soft your skin feels, you lean in and bask in the attention.
Naps with Belphie are an everyday thing now: you let him lay on top of you, hide his face against your neck and snuggle anywhere between fifteen and forty minutes.
You already know every single one of Beel's eating habits. You can tell when a 108 seeds salad will do the job, and when you'll have to phone Barbatos, asking for his Bloody Terrine recipe.
Anime binges with Levi have introduced you to so many new series you love, and the amount of inside jokes the two of you share is probably a bit unhealthy.
If Lucifer decides to make eye contact with you from across the table at dinner, you have no problem to hold it, and if you let out the secret smile here and there, you're rewarded with an identical one.
They love it. They indulge in the way you let one wall down after the other, relishing in your company, constantly wondering, how close can they get? How much can they take from you before you stop them?
And still, when yet another wall crumbles down, and you show up late for breakfast one fateful Sunday morning with nothing but a long white t-shirt on —rubbing your eyes, tumbling in, clearly more asleep than awake—, the silence is loud, deafening.
“Legs” is the first thing that Asmo blurts out, immediately shutting up at the glare he gets from Lucifer. Nothing and no one can stop him from looking though.
“What? What leg?” You ask, voice low, slow, and drowsy as you sit down on the only available seat, between Levi and Beel.
Not even half a second later Levi gets up, muttering something about someone please switch places with me, do you want me to die, is that what you want, a shitty otaku like me isn't built for this, this is one of my favorite tropes--.
On cue, Mammon and Satan get up and rush to take the now free seat. The winner is Mammon, “That should teach ya!! Taste the power of the second born! THE Mammon!” he shrieks, loud but uncharacteristically evasive, face and neck as red as they get whilst holding intense eye contact with Levi's cereal bowl.
You laugh, as you always do, no longer surprised by their weird antics. “What's with that? Already fighting, so early on?” Elbow on table, cheek on hand, and the oversized t-shirt slides down, flashing an incredibly soft-looking shoulder.
While Levi chokes up with his own saliva and Beel reminds him he needs to breathe, Belphie sighs and shakes his head, unfazed, biting into his toast “Humans are pretty oblivious, uh? So dumb”, and if he moves his chair a little bit closer to try to get a better look, it's no one's business but his.
“Calling me dumb as soon as I get here? Mean”, you halfheartedly complain. Belphie might be onto something this time though: you have no idea what's going on.
Beel resumes chewing as he puts down a half-eaten cookie in front of you, “Saved this one for you”, which gets him a smile. In the next breath, Asmo puts two cookies (unchewed) on your plate “And I saved these for you, honey”, which gets him an even brighter smile.
Before everything gets out of control —he can already see his brothers wrestling until filling up your plate to the brim—, Lucifer decides it's time to intervene, “MC. Where are your pants.”
It's not a question, you notice. You scratch your neck and tilt your head, suddenly overly-conscious of your attire (or lack thereof) “Well. In my room. I hope.”
That gets you an exasperated sigh. Weird, that was even faster than usual. “Let me ask once again, and this time answer accordingly. Why are you not wearing your pants.”
“Oh. Haha. Actually, it's super funny” It's not. “But, you see, back in the human world I used to do this all the time.”
“This as in… Walking around naked?” Satan is the one asking, but while Lucifer sounds every bit of judgmental, he sounds playfully curious, his voice carries an obvious smile, even as he tries to hide it behind his mug (it's the one you got him, with cat ears, and a heart-shaped tail as the uncomfortable-looking handle).
“Not naked” How ridiculous would that be? You roll your eyes, reaching for your own mug (the one that has “Why be a demon hunter when you can be a demon kisser?” in bold red letters) and stopping halfway, thinking. “Surely I'm wearing boxers right now.” And to corroborate that you are, in fact, not walking around naked, you look down and lift the shirt. Just to be sure.
You've barely got a glimpse of black fabric (great, you didn't forget, that could've been embarrassing) when Mammon comes back to life, reaching out with both hands and pulling down to cover you once again, with more than enough strength. “Oi, oi, oi! W-w-what do ya think ya're doin'?! Are ya really that stupid?! Don't go around lettin' them s--”
A glimpse of your left nipple as the t-shirt slides even lower is apparently the straw that broke the demon's back, if the multiple gasps and squeals, delighted giggles (pretty sure those are Asmo's) and Lucifer's loud groan are any indicative.
“Enough. From now on, pants and t-shirts that actually fit are mandatory in and out the house.”
“Thank you, but no, thank you. I can't go back to wearing pants, they're suffocating. Also, it's only inside the house, so it should be okay, right?”
“It wasn't a question, this isn't about you agreeing or not, it's regulatory, and--”
“I say, if my darling doesn't want to wear pants, let him be, maybe it's a strange human tradition? We should join him!”
“That can't be the case, I haven't read anything like that before.”
“C-couldn't you at least wear a longer t-shirt? I'm going to pass out, it's exactly the same as in the second episode of I Turned Into a Bat Thinking My Childhood Friend Wouldn't Care But We Ended Up Married in The Afterlife where the protagonist--”
“It looks comfortable, MC. You probably can eat a lot in that.”
“And naps in a long t-shirt are the best, right? We should test it out. Right after breakfast.”
“Oi!! No! It's a no-go! Don't ya think I don't see ya lookin' at my human all over! Do I need to remind y'all who his first man is--”
“I don't see why it is such a big deal”, you mumble, pointedly not looking in Lucifer's direction, finally biting into a cookie as you let the t-shirt slide and move as it pleases, feeling snug and comfy in its embrace. So soft. “Aren't we all guys? There's nothing that I have that you don't.”
You continue chewing, eyes widening at a sudden realization “Or there is?” you ask, mouth full of cookie, trying to recall your limited knowledge in Demon Anatomy. Not your best subject, if you're being honest.
And thus a new round of shouting and squealing starts, so chaotic that getting a word in is impossible.
Or, at least was, until the ringing of the bell stops everyone in its tracks. Getting a few crumbs off your hands with the help of your very controversial t-shirt, you get up, walking towards the door with all the confidence of someone who's actually wearing pants.
It seems like ages since the last time all seven siblings agreed on something, but right now, they all scream in unison “Don't open the door!”.
ao3 ― writing tag
Live footage of Satan meowing (increase the volume of you can't hear)
*MC and Satan are in a argument*
Satan : YOU ARE JUST A STUPID HUMAN!
MC : AND YOU ARE JUST LUCIFER'S ANGER TRANSLATOR!
Satan : .....🙂
(MC was found ded 🧑🦽🐑)
I sincerely love the Shimeji app for finally adding Satan and Leviathan into it. IT'S SO CUTE, AND I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR IT FOR OVER TWO YEARS NOW
Simply my Leviathan (+ the brothers) drawings! 💪😼🌹
(sorry for the BAD ASF quality... my phone is practically a fossil at this point)
Simply my Leviathan (+ the brothers) drawings! 💪😼🌹
(sorry for the BAD ASF quality... my phone is practically a fossil at this point)
Simply my Leviathan (+ the brothers) drawings! 💪😼🌹
(sorry for the BAD ASF quality... my phone is practically a fossil at this point)
Satan: *quietly entering Mc's room in the middle of the night*
Mc: *sleeping like a log while hugging a stuffed animal of their own size*
Satan: …
Satan: *with a murderous face picks up the stuffed animal and throws it angrily against the wall*
Mc: *frowning at the lack of the stuffed animal*
Satan: *crawling into their bed and taking the stuffed animal's place*
Mc: *hugging him and smiling*
Satan: *happy angry demon noises*
In the morning
Asmo finds Satan and Mc cuddling while sleeping peacefully in an adorable position.
Asmo: … *taking out his phone and taking a picture* I found Satan, Lucifer!!! He's in Mc's room again!!!!
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Literally the first event I read untill the end xd they all look so cute in new clothes
