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Could you do Barbatos and a crybaby mc please?😊

BARBATOS x gn!Reader (platonic or developing feelings/pre-relationship) 1.3k words | SFW | Minor Bullying, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff A/N: I'm weak for soft!Barbatos, I can't help it.

Lavish parties at the Demon Lord’s castle require the utmost care and attention to detail. Barbatos might be exceedingly efficient, but he can’t possibly handle all tasks himself. Little Ds and other castle staff assist him so that trays of Demonus and hors d'oeuvres circle the room; guests never need to go far for refreshments.

With the mundane chores assigned to others, Barbatos focuses his energy on serving Lord Diavolo. He follows the young prince like a shadow, observing all the demons that approach him and make polite small talk. Barbatos pays even more attention to the hushed gossip of the other guests around them. Sometimes attendees with loose lips are foolish enough to think they can share secrets here; they don’t realize Barbatos is always listening.

Barbatos is at his master’s side when a conversation nearby draws his attention. It doesn’t take long to pinpoint where the suspicious whispering is coming from. One of tonight’s out-of-realm guests - a witch with a particularly nasty streak - is gossiping about you to her acquaintances. It’s not unusual for visitors in attendance at these events - demons, humans or even angels - to talk about you quietly. Your presence in the Devildom and the feats you’ve accomplished draw a lot of admiration.

For a smaller group of guests at these events, your achievements makes you a target for scorn and envy. They try to sully your accomplishments with back-handed compliments and barbed insults. The fools that choose to insult you in such a public gathering are usually smart enough to do so discreetly. They should know better than to bully you when they risk being overheard by those that adore you.

Barbatos fixes his gaze on the group of witches and demons not too far from him. The demons can lie and blame their behaviour on the Demonus in their glasses; the human witch has no excuse Barbatos will accept.

He can ignore the petty, jealous remarks she makes that he knows have no merit. However, the witch’s scathing criticisms of you become uncomfortably personal. She laughs about the way you style your hair, your choice of attire for the evening and how foolish you look trying to blend in amongst the Devildom elite like you belong here. She makes a tasteless joke about the special perks you must experience being in a pact with so many demons, and she cackles loudly enough to be heard over the crowd.

Not too far behind them, Barbatos sees you - your eyes water and he realizes you’ve heard her too. He frowns when he watches you back away from the witch and her friends, eyes shimmering as tears threaten to spill over your lashes and down your cheeks. You turn around and head towards the back of the room, disappearing through a doorway that leads to the gardens.

Barbatos spares a glance over his shoulder. Diavolo is speaking to a group of demons nearby, but their eyes meet. Years of working together allows them to communicate with the slightest gestures; Diavolo nods his permission for whatever it is Barbatos has asked; if the demon needs to step away, it must be for good reason.

Barbatos weaves through the crowds smoothly and heads towards the doors you fled through not too long ago. His jaw clenches when he hears the witch laughing again; he reminds himself that it would be rude to interrupt his young master’s party with bloodshed. His tail flicks anxiously behind him.

One of the little Ds floats by with a tray and makes a beeline for Barbatos. He declines the offered beverage, but he whispers something to the small demon before exiting to the gardens to find you.

It’s not difficult to figure out which part of the dark garden you’ve taken refuge in. Barbatos follows the sounds of your poorly-concealed sobs to a small marble bench surrounded by a beautiful assortment of Devildom roses. The ground around you is littered with used tissues and you whimper pitifully when your small package of tissues is emptied.

You don’t hear Barbatos approach, and it’s only when he sits on the bench next to you that you gasp unexpectedly at his presence. You’re overwhelmed with embarrassment - from the witch’s hurtful words and Barbatos finding you like this - and you look away in shame as more tears threaten to fall.

Barbatos places his hand on your tear-stained cheek and turns your face back towards his. He’s not smiling when he wipes away a stray tear. “Come here,” he murmurs when he reaches for you and you let yourself relax into his embrace. He rubs your back when you hide your face in his chest. He can feel your tears start to soak through his shirt, but he doesn’t mind. He cradles you through another wave of sobs and he whispers words of comfort.

He waits until the crying subsides before he leans back enough so he can tilt your face up and look at you properly. He pulls out a handkerchief and dabs gently at your cheeks before he hands it to you should you need it again.

Your lips twitch into a small smile, and his eyes track the movement when your lips part and your tongue wets the dry, slightly chapped skin. When his gaze meets yours again, there’s something questioning in your expression, and he can see his reflection in your eyes when he moves closer to you—

A terrible, high pitched shriek coming from inside the castle surprises you, and you scramble away from him. “What was that?!” you ask in a panicked voice.

Barbatos smirks at the sound of ruckus in the distance. “The Little Ds are evicting an unruly guest. They’ll be leaving shortly.”

He pushes away the disappointment that the moment between you is over and he stands. He offers you his hand and pulls you to your feet. You link your arm with his and lean against him. As you walk towards the castle together, you hear the Little Ds giggling maniacally over the sound of dishware crashing on the ballroom floor.

“What exactly are they doing in there?” you ask Barbatos questioningly.

Before he can answer, the soft splat of cake against the glass doors makes Barbatos sigh. “It looks like they’ve started another food fight. Again.”

He suggested that one of the Little Ds spill a tray of drinks onto the awful witch that would hopefully expedite her departure. He’s not sure what the witch said or did in retaliation that caused the Little Ds to start a brawl. He can see dishes and food flying from within the castle doors. The party has come to an abrupt end, and he hears his young master bidding the guests farewell with barely-concealed amusement.

“I’m sure Lord Diavolo is thrilled by these developments, but he’s never had to scrape buttercream from gold filigree before—“ Barbatos starts to complain, but he looks over when he hears you make a muffled noise. You’re stifling laughter behind your hand, your eyes bright and teary for a happier reason now. The annoyance he felt starts to fade, and he can’t help but smile too.

Barbatos reaches for his D.D.D. when it pings in his pocket. He stops walking to check his messages, but he motions for you to continue without him.

Diavolo: Number 5 and Number 6 had to drag the witch out of the castle. Everyone else left quietly. Diavolo: Your little stunt worked - too well, perhaps. You should see the state of the chandelier. Diavolo: I hope the clean-up is worth it.

Barbatos glances at the door where Number 2 has floated outside to see you. He’s telling you about his noble deeds as he mimics the action of throwing something. The little demon has smears of food on him, and you use Barbatos’s handkerchief to wipe away some of the mess. Barbatos feels warmth spread through him when your eyes meet and your smile is so bright it leaves him breathless.

Barbatos: Indeed it is.

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❗️❗️ spoiler-ish❗️❗️

mc has so much more patience for this secret identity shit than i do

the moment diavolo exposed my ass to be a human then proceeded to tell me he's sending me back to the human realm

bitchhhhh

the flood gates would open cause like 👀👀👀 bruh I ain't even alive yet in this timeline don't do me like that

edit: like sir, I'm a 22 y/o lesbian i wouldn't last 2 fucking seconds in whatever God forsaken time period you forced me into 😭

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me nightbringer #obm nightbringer

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armin-supremacy · 1 year

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cater to you

don't fret bestie, i got you 💜

pairing: lucifer x gn!mc

genre: fluff, comfort

prompt: pampering lucifer, original prompt post located here

You adjusted the centerpiece one last time.

Lucifer's favorite dinner, placed for two, rest perfectly on the table. Much to the brother's help, cooking and setting up went much much quicker than on your own.

Thankfully, smoother too.

You perked up as Mammon entered, waving around what you'd hoped to be the record you'd asked for. "Is that it? Did you find it?"

"The Great Mammon always delivers", he smiled confidently. You brightened as he handed the record over. It was one Lucifer had mentioned wanting to borrow from Simeon for a while now.

"Ah you're the best!" You complmented with a smile before you began ushering him out. "Now go! Shoo, shoo!"

Mammon's laugh rang throughout the dining room at your antics. The brother's were really pulling through for you today after expressing just how important today meant to you.

You've noticed Lucifer, as always, being overloaded with work and looking after you and the boys. He never had anytime for himself. It made you a bit sad. Especially, since it cut into your alone time together as well.

So you took it upon yourself to clear his entire schedule for the afternoon and evening, of course after talking with Diavolo (who was more than pleased to grant your request) and aided the brother's in planning for their own afternoon out.

Leaving the HOL for just you and Lucifer to do as you pleased.

"Alright, alright I'm goin'" Mammon said.

"Please stay out of trouble. Don't do anything reckless, okay? And let the others know-"

The second born cut you off, resting his hands on your shoulders in the midist of your worry. You trusted the brothers, you really did. But sometimes.... "Relax! We'll be okay. Ya got nothin' to worry about."

Mammon gave you once last smile before giving you a small bonk on the head. "Text if ya need us."

And with that, he was gone.

With that, you scurried over to the record player you had set up near the table. Careful not to cause any scratching, you placed the record appropriately and adjusted the volume to a comfortable setting.

You checked your D.D.D. Lucifer should be home....now!

Never a moment late from when he assured he'd return, your boyfriend made his way in. Though you could easily tell he was exhausted, he still looked absolutely breath-taking to you. "You're home!"

Lucifer grunted in surprise at the force of your body colliding with his, your arms wrapping securely around his neck. He cleared his throat, a small pink beginning to dust his cheek.

"MC, you're awfully eccentric this afternoon."

You rolled your eyes and smiled. Ah Lucifer. always trying to put on a facade.

"Your brothers are out for the evening", you began. You leaned up, giving him a sweet kiss. His body immediately reacted. He couldn't help himself. Lucifer's arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as his usual 'responsible, Avatar of Pride' persona fizzled away. You broke the kiss with a hum. "The entire house is ours for the rest of the day."

Lucifed smiled apologetically, his hand coming to cup your cheek. "That's wonderful, my darling. But sadly I have-"

"Ah ah ah!" You cut him off quickly. "I've already talked to Diavolo as well. Your schedule is cleared, your deadlines are extended. You have nothing to worry about."

You took his hands in yours and began leading him to the table where you had prepared dinner. "All you need to do is relax and let me take care of you."

Lucifer nearly melted. You'd remembered his favorite dishes. It was then as well that the music you had been playing really hit him. "Is this...?"

You nodded proudly. "Yep! Simeon owed me a favor so I took advantage." You then began helping Lucifer remove his coat, ushering him to sit. You hung his coat on the back of his seat neatly before taking your own next to him.

"Forgive me but.." he hesitated. Lucifer looked at you in worry, an unusual sense of panic bubbling in his chest. "I don't remember any occasion that's supposed to be happening?"

"There's not", you assured. You took his gloved hand in yours, bringing it up to your lips to kiss. You knew the gesture drove Lucifer wild. It was so simple, yet so intimate. "I know you've been so overwhelmed lately with taking care of me and your brothers, helping Diavolo at every waking call, and just so much going on with the council."

You looked up, tilting your head slightly with a smile. "I just wanted to give you some time to just relax and let me take care of you for once."

Lucifer stared at you dumbfounded for a moment. If he wasn't already smitten, he sure was now. "If you'll allow me too, of course."

Your voice was soft, a slight bit of hesitation as you awaited his response. Relief filled you as Lucfier smiled.

"How could I refuse?"

The two of you ate dinner, talking back and forth about your days thus far. You were happy to see Lucifer much more laid back, the earlier tension you saw leaving him bit by bit.

After dinner, and much to your dismay, Lucifer helped you in quickly cleaning your dishes and putting away leftovers.

Before you knew it, the two of you had made yourselves comfortable in the common room, Lucifer's head resting comfortably on your lap.

His eyes remained closed as your fingers slowly ran through hair, occasionally curling a strand around your finger. "Your hair is so soft..."

Lucifer let out a content hum at your actions. One of his hands came to grip yours, resting on his chest and giving it a soft squeeze. After a moment, he turned his head slightly, opening his eyes to meet your gaze.

"You really didn't have to do all this", he said gently. You shook your head.

"I'm happy to do this", you assured. You leaned down, letting your lips ghost over his with a sweet smile. "especially for you, my love."

Lucifer wasted no time to push himself up, meeting your lips with passion. You let out a small hum in satisfaction, your hand in his hair instinctively tugging the strands your fingers were entangled in.

Your lips moved together for a moment, hearts beating in both your chests and cheeks rosy. You hated to pull away, needing to fill your lungs with air.

His kisses were addicting, always so full of love and gentleness.

It left you wanting more.

You left a few more pecks on his lips and over his face, emitting a chuckle of delight from the demon before settling back.

Lucifer looked up at you from your lap, a twinkle in his eyes. "You truly are a piece of heaven."

"I love you too, Lucifer."

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tag: @vintage-bumblebee

ahhh how'd I do? im not a big lucifer stan, but i tried my best 😭😭

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x mc #lucifer x mc

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armin-supremacy · 1 year

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please, just break the silence.

pairing: lucifer x gn!mc

genre: hurt/angst, comfort

prompt: ❗️lesson 16 spoilers ❗️everything went back to normal much too quickly, leaving you to suffer the pain and memory alone.

Hurt. Sadness. Anger.

You shut your door quietly behind you, leaning against it with your gaze to the floor. These feelings bubbled in your chest, getting stronger the longer the commotion from the common room reached your ears.

How long had it been? Weeks now?

That day your kindness came back to bite you in the ass remained fresh in your memory. Almost like it was yesterday. The healing bruises along your neck still provided an ache you wished with every fiber of your being to go away.

It doesn't matter if it was another timeline. It was still you.

You could still feel the burning in your throat, hear the sickening break of your own jugular in your ears. And his fingers...those cruel, cold fingers that belonged to Belphegor plaguing your flesh.

All because you wanted to help him. Genuinely.

You didn't ask for anything in return, didnt want anything. Just reuniting him with his brothers was reward enough. Helping the misunderstanding you had been told took place.

How naive of you.

Things went to normal all too quickly. It made you sick to your stomach. You tried to push it away for the time being. You couldn't bring yourself to ruin the brother's reunion.

You forced a smile, engaging with Belphegor happily for the sake of the others, hoping the topic would be properly addressed and talked about after the buzz passed.

But it didn't.

Nobody had checked on your wellbeing, had made sure your feelings about the situation was heard. They continued on as if Belphegor had never left honestly. Making jokes and conversation, dragging you left and right for everything and anything.

You were still expected to go to RAD and socialize. Still expected to stay on top of your tasks. All while slowly breaking down because you couldn't let go.

You refused to let it go. And why should you?

You died. Sure, you came back. But what if Barbados hadn't been there? What if there was no other timeline?

What if there was only one of you?

You were starting to go numb.

And today....today was the breaking point.

You had been wearing high necked tops and a scarf, covering the yellow bruising and fainting fingerprints left by Belphegor painted along your neck. You were ashamed of wounds.

In all the time that has passed since that day, the clothing piece was finally acknowledged.

It was a simple, little question. Asmodeus had asked if he could borrow the scarf, complimenting how it'd actually go perfect with an outfit he had planned for his weekend out.

You could feel your chest tighten. You declined, lying with the excuse that it was a gift you weren't wanting to risk parting with.

Asmodeus being Asmodeus, the demon had pouted and teased you. You had snapped at him before hurrying off to your room before you exploded.

No...you should have. Maybe then, you could get their attention.

Before you knew it, you had taken your anger out on your desk. Everything tumbled to the floor with a crash.

Tears ran down your cheeks.

But you didn't stop.

Before long, your room was a disaster. Broken glass and books littered your floor. Your desk and dresser was toppled over, wood splintered by the force when you had kicked and punched the furniture.

Your hand throbbed. You had hurt yourself at some point. But you didn't care. You wanted these feelings gone. You wanted to be okay.

You wanted some kind of relief.

You caught sight of yourself in the mirror. Your hair was a mess, eyes were bloodshot. Your face was red and puffy.

"MC, what in the world is-"

You turned quickly at the intruder. Lucifer stood there frozen as he took in the destruction of your room.

"MC-"

"Get out!" You threw the closest thing you could reach at the demon. The item hit the wall next to his head loudly. "Get out, get out, get out!"

Your screaming was broken. Anyone could hear the pain in your voice. As you moved to grab something else, Lucifer had taken you in his hold, worried you'd hurt yourself more then you'd already had.

You screamed and struggled in his grasp. His arms were wrapped around your body securely to restrain you, your own arms pinned against your chest.

"You need to calm down."

If you were stable minded, you'd be able to use the pact against him. So all you could do was kick and try to fight your way out of Lucifer's grip. "I said let me go!"

Your scarf had slowly loosened before falling to the floor. You could feel Lucifer's gaze. "Please..." you sobbed. "let me go."

You couldn't hide them now. And you knew Lucifer wasn't going to drop it now that he had seen them. Defeat slowly caught up with your body, along with the exhaution. Both physically and mentally.

You faltered in Lucifer's arms, you head resting on his chest as the tears started up again.

Usually so composed and stoic, Lucifer spoke softly. "Come on."

He shut your door, the lock clicking quietly. He needed to deter his brothers from bursting in. You let him lead you over to you bed, careful of the glass on your floor.

Definitely need to clean that soon.

Lucifer sat in front of you. He carefully took your face in his hands, thumbs slowly running over your cheek to wipe your tears.

"MC? What happened?"

"You all truly are cruel", you replied quietly. Your eyes searched his. You could see a flicker of pain in his expression.

"What have we done-"

"I died, Lucifer", you cut him off. Your tone was harsh and bitter. You weakly shoved his hands off your face. "I died and you all didn't care just because I came back."

You continued. Finally you could let them hear it. At least, one of them.

"Do you not realize a toll that can have? I felt everything. My life leaving me. Your brother's fingers around my throat. I heard the sound of my-" you stopped. Sick. It made you absolutely sick.

You turned away. Lucifer's eyes flickered down to your neck. "That's why you've been wearing that scarf, isn't it?"

"Why else?" you snapped. "In the time you've known me, when have I ever worn a scarf?"

You were right. You hated scarves. They were itchy and uncomfortable to you. And yet, you'd been wearing one nonstop for the past few weeks.

Why on earth didn't he question it?

"Why didn't you say something? Tell us something was wrong?" Lucifer asked. It was careful, as if you'd break again.

"I shouldn't have had to! Who the hell goes back to normal like that after someone dies?" you stated. "especially when it happens to someone you claim to care about-"

"I do care!" Lucifer argued quickly. "I care about you just as much as I care about my brothers. You are just as important to me. To us."

"Then why, huh!? You were so quick to make sure Belphegor was settling back in just fine. So quick to make sure he was content in comfortable", you began. "Everyone was ready to jump to his aid, yet nobody checked to make sure I was okay. To make sure I was ready to move forward!"

"I tried so hard to be civil despite what I had went through. I tried so hard so I wouldn't ruin your reunion and disrupt healing for you all. And maybe it's selfish, but when am I supposed to get that?" you accused. "because at this point, it seems like I was never gonna until I exploded on someone!"

Your breathing was ragged as you tried to catch your breath. You had spoken so quickly Lucifer almost wasn't able to keep up.

"I apologize, MC...." he said softly. For once, he looked down regretfully. "I'm so sorry my brothers and I put you through so much suffering alone.."

Lucfier looked up to meet your eyes. He was genuine. It was rare for Lucifer to be vulnerable, especially due to his pride.

But he, along with his brothers, had hurt you. He cared deeply for you, truly.

"It's gonna take more than that."

Lucifer nodded. "I know." he said softly.

You let him pull you into him, his arms holding you gently.

"I promise you", he began quietly. "I'll do everything in my power to fix this..."

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x mc #lucifer x mc

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his touch was intoxicating.

his arms wrapped securely around you from behind, hugging your body closely to his. "I will break everything if it brings you pleasure."

his lips trailed soft, sweet kisses from your cheek and down your neck. Your head tilted to the side to give more for his actions. "If it brings you happiness..."

"A man?"

"Necks can snap as easy as twigs with the right force," he responds without any hesitation. Your heart skipped. You turned in his hold, your body remaining flushed against his.

your hand came up to caress his cheek, emitting a content sigh from your lover as he leaned into the gesture. "A kingdom?"

your tone remained soft, worried if you spoke too loud it would ruin the moment you share. the moonlight provided the most beautiful glow upon his skin. there was a glimmer in his eye. one that reminded you of stars you've wished upon in your youth.

"Buildings will crumble in your name."

you watched his eyes flutter when you leaned into him, your lips brushing just against his. the touch was feather like.

he wanted more.

"A realm?"

"I am your blade, my angel," he rasped. one of his hands came to rest on your neck, gently playing with your hair at the base. the other slowly slid under your top to rest on your lower back.

your skin was soft to the touch. so warm. it was beginning to drive him mad. he wanted you dearly. body. mind. soul.

he wanted every little piece of you, for you were his and his alone to love and cherish.

"I beg you, weild me as you see fit."

diavolo, barbatos, lucifer, solomon, simeon

#book quotes #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon

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trust in me (alternative/bonus chapter)

pairing: demon brothers x gn!mc

genre: hurt/angst

prompt: that can be located here.

❗️warnings❗️ severe s/h. this can be hard for some readers. please please please if you struggle with s/h keep scrolling.

🫧 part one located here 🫧 part two located here 🫧 part three located here 🫧 final part located here 🫧

Why?

Why did this continue happening to you? You thought that sinister dream was gone, never to plague your sleeping mind again.

But it didn't.

You were grateful for the boys. They've spent nearly every night since the first time shaking you from that nightmare, trying to comfort and find out why it was just coming to you now.

You felt awful disrupting Belphegor as he tried using his own abilities over and over again, hoping it would make a difference.

But to no avail, you stopped.

You lied, assured Belphegor over again that they were gone.

Three months ago.

Honestly, you don't know how you continued to deal with them. Surely you should've broken by now.

And maybe...you spoke too soon.

"Come on damnit!"

You were getting frustrated, angry tears prickling your eyes. You've been searching for so many ways to break the Pacts without the boys knowing.

Maybe that was the reason the dreams continued.

It's gotta be. There's no other explanation.

You could've gone to Solomon. He'd know for sure how to do it without the boys realizing immediately. Or he could even do it for you.

But you couldn't risk him going to the brothers.

"Just...a bit..more!"

Your body tensed as you tried to force as much magic out as possible. The pact remained, shifting for a moment on your skin before it be back to normal.

You weren't strong enough.

A knock on your door startled you. Quickly, you hid your notebook under your comforter. You pulled out your D.D.D, acting like you'd just been scrolling through mindlessly as Satan emerged.

"Oh, hey Satan!"

You greeted him with a smile. Act normal. "Is dinner done already?"

The bookworm nodded. "Is that why you summoned me?"

You tensed for a moment. Fuck. "I didn't summon you?"

Satan rose a brow, tapping the pact mark on his wrist. "Of course you did. How else would I have felt it?"

Double fuck.

"Fine, you got me", you lied before quickly standing. "Now let's go, I'm starved."

You ushered past him, trying not to seem panicked. There goes ending the Pacts forcefully with magic.

If they could feel it with a novice spell you just attempted, they'd definitely feel it if you tried to use something more powerful.

And you can't have that.

That incident happened over two months ago. Since then, you've started to wear down.

And the boys could tell.

They weren't stupid. You were practically doing what they did to you. Your grades at RAD were slipping. Lucifer had given you quite the earful at first. That is, until he realized just the state you were in. You locked yourself away in your room, refusing to eat. You hardly slept.

You were getting thinner concerningly fast. Bags formed under your eyes. Your gaze constantly looked hollow. You had started mumbling to yourself often. In class, on the walks home, anytime and anywhere.

You weren't you.

You looked like a shell. Walking through your life as if you couldn't be bothered to care what was going to happen to you or anyone else.

You looked empty.

Of course the brothers were worried. You were their person. You looked miserable...broken even.

They missed your smile. Your constant teasing and joking. They missed being able to confine in you and you to them.

They missed you.

You lied over and over again.

You were either feeling homesick or just not in the mood. You wanted a little alone time to focus on yourself or had a show you wanted to binge.

You were constantly spitting out excuse after excuse and they didn't know what to do. They'd tried to bring the issue up to you.

You weren't having it. You refused.

That's what worried them even more.

You couldn't take it anymore. You could even feel yourself slipping away.

But after tonight, the boys are going to experience a fear worse than their nightmare.

Nearly losing you a second time.

The boys had to stay over for a council meeting, much to their dismay. You assured them you wanted to do some extra studying with the HOL to yourself anyway.

This would be the first time you'd be completely alone in a while.

And you couldn't pass this up. It HAD to be tonight.

Though hesitant, they let you be on your way.

You headed straight to your room, locking the door behind you. You tossed your bag to the side. With a bit of struggle because of your physical state, you manged to get your dresser blocking your door.

Cause the moment you started, the boys would be there in an instant.

You moved to drag everything you needed from it's hiding spot under your bed. A special spell book you'd managed to steal from Satan. It was alot of work to obtain, but you did it. Just narrowly.

And...a knife.

You sat on your floor, leaning against your bed. Your pale fingers flipped through the book until you found the page you were looking for.

You let your eyes fall close, taking a deep breath. "No backing out.."

You gripped the knife with both hands, the spell slowly and carefully falling from your lips. The pact marks glowed and faded on your body, soft light emitting as you drew in the magic the Pacts offered you.

One the other hand, Asmodeous felt his body heat up in a way it never had before. The demon began fanning himself, shifting in his seat. His cheeks flushed.

"Asmodeus?" Lucifer called out to his brother. "Is there a reason you aren't paying attention?"

Asmodeus could feel his mark burn. It felt like a fiery passion. A passion so strong he hadn't felt in centuries.

"I-I don't know."

One by one, the brother could feel their marks. "What the hell is happenin'?!" Mammon groaned, rubbing his shoulder in hopes of soothing the burn.

"What is MC doing?" Leviathan panted, envy sending pulses through his mark.

Seven sins burned through their bodies through their pacts with a strength they've never felt.

Suddenly, Beelzebub was doubled over in pain, hands gripping his thigh. He'd never felt such white hot pain like this before.

A scream erupted from your body, the knife embedded deep into your flesh. You don't know how you forced yourself to do it. Maybe it was mania. Maybe it was sheer power of will.

Whatever it was, pushed you forward.

You continued to recite the spell, trying to keep your words as steady as possible.

You can't afford to fuck this up.

You drug the knife slowly through your flesh. Sweat began to cover your body. You could feel your vision blurring as you watched yourself cut into your thigh.

After what felt like ages, the mark was removed. Your hand fell to the floor, the knife clanking loudly. You tried to blink your vision clear.

Crimson pooled beneath you, covering your legs and hands. Where Beelzebub's pact mark once rested was now replaced with a gaping wound.

It worked.

With all the strength you could muster, you tugged your blanket off your bed, ready to apply pressure to the wound before you began to work on removing the other six.

Just before you could though, a familiar light emitted from the wound.

"N-No...no!"

You sobbed. The wound that you had made was healed, Beelzebub's mark back and glowing brighter than ever.

"No! Please no!"

Your shaking hand picked up the knife once more, your blood leaving a disgusting sticky feeling on your skin as you did.

Over and over again you tried to carve the marks. But it wasn't working.

Nothing was working!

"Why?!" You sobbed.

You had lost blood. So much blood.

You shouldn't have even been able to have continued as far as you did.

You could feel yourself losing consciousness. Your throat hurt from your screams and sobs. Your body had began to go numb from all the damage you had inflicted on yourself.

Yet, just before you succumbed to darkness, your door was in splinters and your dresser sent to the opposing wall of the room.

Your boys...had come home.

Mammon, Leviathan, and Asmodeus are devastated. They (especially Mammon) never left your side.

Mammon had already lost you once, he couldn't go through losing you again. This will eat at him for months to come. He wasn't there for you. He'd promised. You were his to protect, his to die for. And yet, you were moments from slipping away permanently.

If it wasn't for you, Leviathan would've remained a shut in for the rest of his immortal life. You'd shown him so much, helped him with so much. And yet through it all, he couldn't be there when you were suffering. How would he be able to look at you now?

Asmodeus was an absolute wreck. You were his best friend. You were always there for him. You knew just how to cheer him up, knew all of his secrets. Please...you can't leave him like this.

Lucifer, Satan, Beelzebub, and Belphegor would never be able to forgive themselves.

Lucifer took pride that he could read you like a book. And yet, he could never see just how much you'd suffered alone. He should have known. He shouldve seen the signs, known how far youd go. Maybe...he could've stopped you.

Satan jumped to your aid immediately, having extensive knowledge on medical protocols and treatments. But that didn't distract him from the gnawing guilt when he spotted his book covered in your blood. Would things have been different if it wasn't where you to find?

Beelzebub couldn't help the ache in his chest. Countless nights you came to him to talk. He always listened so intently to you. So why couldn't you with this struggle? You didn't He come to you when he first suspected more going on?

Belphegor was a shell. He had put his everything into helping you. And yet, it wasn't enough. He promised to always to protect you, to be the one you could rely on first. He...he let you down for the second time.

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thank you guys so much for giving this series so much love! I hope you enjoy this additional chapter.

tag:@scienceisfornerds & @your-next-daydream

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armin-supremacy · 1 year

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Cmonnnn you remember me right??? I'm not the only one who wants this now lmao. Again you don't have to if you don't want you did JUST release a new chapter on it. But yes, I really really would like you to. But I'd like to add more to it if you don't mind? So yes I'd still like where the MC banishes them all from their presence simply because they are scared of themself. But to follow your storyline since Beel and Belphie are aware of MC having the same dream what if it just plagues MC over and over and it starts manifesting in different scenarios? It distracts them from school, they start completely skipping meal times, and even canceling plans with the brothers because they are just "tired." After maybe days or weeks of this behavior MC has a dream even worse than the first one, they had dreamed that they had tortured the brothers themself both mentally and physically. (If needed I can provide ideas for that.) But MC snaps they can't take it anymore so when the brothers finally all come to talk to them about it MC shouts for them to all stay away from them since they are a monster. Down the spiral of insanity they run away to lesser known parts off the devildom to try and break the pacts off, the brothers can feel that the pacts are being tampered with as well. Eventually MC shows up at the HOL to officially try and break the pacts off. There's a couple of different methods I've read for pact breaking.

1. A simple spell but it causes blinding hot pain for the caster and the person the pact is being returned to.

2. Carving the mark out of one's own skin.

3. Another spell but it doesn't do anything, simple and easy pact gone.

Those are the three main ones I see written. I'd write all of this myself but as you can probably tell by my writing I'm not the best writer-

Anyways basically angst to fluff lol.

Or alternatively if you don't want to make the fic that long and detailed. MC has nightmare orders everyone away from them and brothers call Dia and Barbatos or something similar.

Heya bestie!

I promise I haven't forgotten about you~

Since your original post and the other repost, I came with the thought to merge both ideas together in a way. I was planning to start it off in a fic format and instead of seperate fics for the brother as I've done with the series, break it down into headcannons.

That way, your request is written out in a fic as I had originally planned and the other (not so request) is completed as well in a headcannon how i planned since the prompts go pretty hand in hand.

of course, if @scienceisfornerds is on board as well.

if not, I have no problem writing separately

😊

whatcha think? 🤔🤔

#eveyone can drop an opion as well #all feedback is welcome #all i ask is it be delivered respctfully besties 💜#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me belphegor #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub

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