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yan-lorkai · 2 years

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General headcanons for Diavolo

Warnings: Kidnapping, mention of punishment, imprisonment. Yandere behavior. Minors dni, ageless blogs will be blocked. I also think it's important to mention that I don't condone this kind of behavior, it's merely fiction. You have been notified of the content of this headcanon!

I see Diavolo as someone who desperately wants to please you and make you stay by his side every moment of the day or at least have you stay in his Castle all day. He doesn’t want to be seen as a smothering or needy partner, but he does need to know that you’re there for him when he needs it and that you’re safe and happy and that nothing can threaten you inside, that nothing can take you away from him.

With that being said, Diavolo approaches you sneakily and quietly. He just wants you two to be friends, after all the brothers and angels love you, so he’s just curious about how you get along with everyone else. He understands that to be honest, there’s a light about you that’s so beautiful and warm, so ethereal he could swear it was like tasting the soul of an innocent. He just couldn’t help it, he needed to swim in your presence, he needed to hear your voice, your laughter, to see your smile, to feel his hand against yours.

He needs you.

During the first months of your friendship with Diavolo, everything is perfect and he is simply the best friend anyone could have, he listens to you, he tries to understand what you are going through and he helps you with everything he can, study dates happen often and he always takes you out to eat afterwards, sometimes at Hell’s Kitchen, sometimes at Ristorante Six and most of the time at the Castle. Barbatos food is simply amazing, isn’t it? Besides, he gives you many gifts both handmade and bought, it’s always a happiness for him to see you using each of the gifts he gave you.

If you are the type of person who doesn’t like to receive a lot of gifts or doesn’t want him to spend a lot of money/time with you, don’t worry he can write you several letters and spend time playing games or talking to you. It’s like an endless sleepover, the castle has never been louder and happier than when you go to sleep there. The long hallways look more vivid, the red of the curtains sway happily, and the paintings seem to smile whenever they see you and Diavolo running around and screaming like two kids.

Barbatos has to tell you to sleep, otherwise you two will prank call other people, tell each other secrets, compare the culture of your country and Devildom or watch some sad movie and end up crying out loud. You are like children to the butler too, but the smile on his face is one that isn’t hard to notice, he adores your interactions with Diavolo, being like a shadow of the prince he can’t stop the feeling of relief that washes over him.

Now Diavolo has someone special by his side.

But something happened. Something terrible has happened to make Diavolo notice that you’re not safe yet; a demon that opposed the Diavolo government attacked you, he almost killed you and Diavolo doesn’t want to see the life drain from your eyes. He couldn’t bear to be alone again, he can’t have you abandoning him like his father and mother did. You have to forgive him for that.

He kidnaps you, though he prefers to think of it as a permanent transfer to the castle, to the safest place in all of Devildom. Your room is next to his, decorated in whatever colors and furniture you prefer and like best. He wants you to feel comfortable there, to feel like you’re at home. And honestly it’s not that bad, if you don’t disobey him or try to go outside it’s as if things haven’t changed.

You can certainly stay at the Castle with him, Barbatos and the Little Ds, right?

As a Yandere he starts to be smothering, controlling and clingy. As said before he needs you around, even more after what happened, he’s afraid of losing you, he’s afraid of sleeping and you disappearing, so scream, fight him, Diavolo doesn’t care, he has a clear conscience, he did everything right, all this resistance of yours just means you’re alive so he’s happy, you can tell by the wide smile on his face every time you fight him, every time you try to run away. Even if you don’t love him now or later, he couldn’t care less.

And speaking of escape attempts, he won’t punish you, but he will be incredibly disappointed and will isolate you in your own room indefinitely. Your only contact is with Barbatos who leaves you food, yet he is not allowed to talk to you. And when your incarceration is over, he treats you like a deity to be worshiped and loved.

Another fact is no matter how hard you try, he can always stop time with his powers or order Barbatos to look through time, figuring out when and how you are going to try to escape. But if your attempt is somehow almost successful, he’ll let his butler choose a better way to discipline you. And Diavolo will be there to dry your tears and soothe you, stroke your scalp and take you to the bathroom for a hot shower to help you relax.

You’ve got his heart it’s only fair that you give him your heart too, but you have to forgive him, he’s a little greedier than that. He wants your heart, your soul, your mind and body, everything you are.

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zorosdimples · 7 months

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pairing ⛧ yandere!diavolo x f!reader x barbatos

warnings ⛧ minors: please do not interact! i will block you. this is a doozy… implied toxic relationships, inhuman anatomy, monsterfucking, breeding, knotting, cervix fucking, dubious consent, pregnancy mention, lots and lots of cum, passing out, neglect (kind of), bondage and restraints, implied nonconsensual acts at the end. reader has a vagina and is referred to as “my little human” and “little one.” please let me know if there is anything i missed!

word count ⛧ 1129

notes ⛧ this is the first installment of the garden of earthly delights! i apologize for the wait; i hope everyone enjoys <3

you have never looked more beautiful—more his—than in this moment, diavolo thinks. the demon prince has one massive hand encircling your ankles, pressing your knees flush to your chest. his other hand cradles the back of your head with adoration, forcing your teary gaze to remain on him, a clawed thumb hooked between your swollen lips. his amber irises are nearly subsumed by his pupils, jet as the moonless night.

black spots cloud your watery vision as you slobber all over the digit, broken whines the only sound to leave your lips; the golden tips of his horns flash in your periphery. you’re on the verge of losing consciousness.

diavolo has been breeding you for hours. his long, thick cock—gilt, ribbed, impossibly large, and complete with a knot—has already stuffed you so full of seed that your stomach is distended. the viscous liquid, a rich cream with an otherworldly sheen, spurts out of your abused cunt with each of his powerful thrusts. the rest of it tingles hotly in your core.

“you can take one more, can’t you, my little human?” diavolo coos, breath unnervingly steady given the force of his movements. he leans down to smear a gentle kiss against your damp hairline before dropping your head and sliding his hand down to rub your puffy clit, plenty slick with the fluids coating your flesh.

“c-can’t,” you whimper. your nerves are fried and the overstimulation has your head pounding and your legs shaking as diavolo’s cock batters your cervix. your hands scratch and scrape at his chest in an attempt to get him to slow, to stop—anything—but your nails do not even pierce the prince’s thick flesh. the demon chuckles at your pathetic protests and his pace quickens in response.

hasn’t he taught you that you are not as fragile as you think?

“you can,” diavolo asserts, pulling out entirely. his crimson strands hang past his forehead and obscure his eyes, the glistering gold almost menacing as he leans over you. he strokes himself lazily, grazing his flared knot with a shiver, ready for his high. ready to see your womb swell with his heir.

“and you will,” he punctuates by plunging his cock and knot inside you in one fluid motion, a guttural groan rumbling from his heaving chest. your mouth stretches to accommodate a scream that never passes your lips. your body is aflame, dripping with sweat; the room fades into nothingness as diavolo’s hot cum pumps into your pulsing cunt.

the room is dusky when you awaken. your lover is gone, his warmth and ever-present touch absent, stillness in his place. the slippery silk sheets cling to you and glide along your curves as you sit upright. you clutch your forehead and curse the dull thump in your skull, a wince breaking the quiet. you feel a trickle of sticky cum ooze from you to join the wet puddle you slept atop like an animal.

the demon prince’s little pet.

a rustling sound draws you from your thoughts. a looming figure swathed in shadow floats toward the bed; you squeak in fright as you yank the sheets up to your neck in an attempt to shield your nude form.

“there you are,” barbatos, who you can now see as he emerges from the darkness, says. “i apologize for disturbing you. i am here on behalf of the young master.”

you breathe a shaky sigh of relief—the demon butler is your only friend in the lonely castle. “you scared me, barbatos. where’s diavolo?”

barbatos turns on the bedside lamp, bathing the room in a faint glow. his eyes, emerald in the low light, shine eerily as his gaze meets yours. “the young master had to run to an impromptu meeting, but he did not wish to disturb your rest. thus, i am here to aid you in his stead.”

you furrow your brows. a meeting. you were once a member of the student council, privy to conferences and other social functions—until diavolo’s devotion to you got the better of him. (as a human, you are far safer being completely removed from lesser demons. and there is no one better to care for you than the prince of the devildom himself.)

you suppress your memories. “thank you. i can manage myself.”

instead of bowing and leaving, though, barbatos stands still. his forked tail sways at his feet and his skeletal horns gleam resolutely. after a few moments of deathly silence, you rephrase your dismissal: “i don’t need any help, barbatos. i appreciate you checking on me.”

the demon takes a step closer to the bed, his knees nearly knocking against the frame. “you do not seem to understand me,” barbatos muses, gloved hand delicately resting beneath his chin. if you were less disoriented, you would notice the hint of mirth in his tone. “lord diavolo ordered me to assist you, as he had to leave unexpectedly. i shall honor his wishes.”

the corners of the butler’s lips curl into a faint smirk, but no humor marks his visage. in fact, there seems to be a primal hunger lurking in the dark, verdant depths of barbatos’s irises. fear beams through your body. it starts in the pit of your stomach and spreads its icy tendrils out through your limbs, biting your fingertips. headache forgotten, you now feel faint; your heart skitters like scared prey. unconsciously, you pull the sheets around you tightly, temporarily shielding yourself from the humiliation that is sure to come.

“there is nothing to fear, little one,” barbatos soothes, smoothing a hand over your hair, matted with sweat and his master’s cum. the act is more patronizing than it is comforting.

the demon snaps his fingers and the sheets wrapped around you disappear. you scramble to cover yourself with your hands, but barbatos is infinitely stronger and faster than you are. his forked tail—cold and wet—coils around your ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed. another snap of his fingers, and your body is bound with invisible restraints. your arms are stretched above your head, almost painfully so. your legs are spread wide and bent at the knee; no matter how hard you try, you can’t move. there’s even a gag in your mouth to muffle your cries and force you to suck oxygen through your nose.

crouching between your open legs, the butler tsks. “oh my, what a mess.” his tail slithers up your leg and settles atop your womb. the slightest pressure from the appendage causes a stream of diavolo’s cum to rush out of your bruised hole. the demon’s snakelike tongue darts out and tastes the semen that is now pooled beneath your ass.

bartabos’s eyes meet yours and he smiles something wicked. “let’s get you cleaned up—shall we?”

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st-sainz · 1 month

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she ate with this concept here

bonus

i hope they dont get mad at me for screeshotting them but feel free to contact me if youre the acc and want this post deleted

#maturing is embracing carlos villain narrative as his essential anti hero lore #il diavolo rosso? iconic of you ask me #something abt the duality of him and charles reflecting what the collective decides or see of whats good/evil or light/dark #“religious symbolism” is “religious symbolisming” all over them #i dind blur the op @ cause honestly credits to ger for having the vision #charlos #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz #charles leclerc #australia 2024

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shallyouobeyme · 7 months

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Rise

Obey Me - Yandere!Brothers x Reader (GN); Yandere!Diavolo x Reader (GN)

Summary: Your death had not been an unexpected one - at least for the seven reasons behind it - what had been unexpected was what happened afterwards. How far are the residents of hell willing to go to get you back?

! Minors Do Not Interact !

TW: Major Character Death, Death of a relative (mentioned), Yandere!brothers can be interpreted either as platonic or romantic, poison, murder, Manipulation, blackmailing, non-consensual kissing, angst generally, I do not condone this - this is all just fiction

Everything about your death had been planned prior, not a single detail was unaccounted for. At least for the ones behind it. You yourself had no idea that you were eating your last meal one Friday evening - it had been Lucifer's turn to cook and he made one of your favourites - and you were enjoying dinner with all the brothers. Quite honestly, you should have known something was afoot simply by the fact that all of them were on their best behaviour, no fighting, no cursing - the literal and the magical kind - and even Levi was acting sociable, without a handheld console anywhere in sight. Belphegor was wide awake (at least for his standards), Beelzebub was eating with relative moderation, Mammon wasn't bragging about any of his new purchases, Satan was calm as he could be, and Asmodeus had his complete attention on you, but not in his typical flirty way. It was like they were all trying to savour the moment.

Lucifer seemed to be the same as always, but you knew him too well and knew how to look beyond his shell. He was sad, somehow, and you would have guessed this sense of self-loathing that his pride usually didn't allow, but that always was just below the surface was bubbling up. Why, you didn't know, but you figured you'd ask him after dinner when you had some alone time. When you were finished eating, Mammon jumped up exclaiming that he'd do the cleaning today and you knew one of the brothers would ask what he was trying to even out now, which scheme of his he needed to repent for before it had actually come out. Not a word was said though. That was the moment when you became slightly suspicious, but sadly not suspicious enough - not that there was anything for you to change at that point. The deed had already been done.

A yawn straight out of your mouth pulled you away from your suspicions. You were really tired all of a sudden. The day must have been more exhausting than you had thought. 'Oh well', you thought as your eyelids slowly became heavier, 'you had time to ask Lucifer about what was going on tomorrow, after all, it was the weekend and you had had all the time in the world'. 'All the time in the world', oh how silly that phrase now sounded. You said goodbye to the brothers, giving each of them a small kiss on their cheek as it had established itself in your routine before you turned to leave for your room. 'MC', Lucifer had called after you as if wanting you to stop, but when you turned around to him, he seemingly had discarded whatever it was he had wanted, instead telling you to sleep well.

And you did sleep well, for about two hours and twenty-seven minutes. Two hours and twenty-seven minutes later, your heart beat for the last time, and then your body grew cold and stiff and lifeless. Death had come for you at last. A peaceful death, that the brothers knew for sure because as they all sat waiting in the dimly lit living room, they only felt a slight ache and a sense of finality as their bonds broke apart. It was regretful that they had to these measures and they were well aware that for the rest of their eternal lives, they'd mourn their actions - but what had to be done was done, this was the only way. The one way that would mean that you would spend eternity with them.

Their plan had first started being formulated when you had gotten news of a relative of yours dying - they had been old and sick and their death had not been an unexpected one. The brothers had decided they'd be there to help you mourn and cheer you up, but they found that while you felt the pain of your loss you were actually relieved, knowing that your relative now didn't have to suffer anymore, especially since they had made peace with their end already. It was what you said when Levi had wondered how you could be so nonchalant about death that kickstarted it all. 'We all die at the end, some sooner, some later - death is a part of life and I find that fleeing from it is impossible so I might as well embrace life for the short time it blesses me.'

They had always known that you'd die one day - they knew you were mortal, but still, knowing that you knew that you would, made this more real. It meant that it was something that would happen in the near future (for them at least) and after they had a long talk where all of them agreed that they could not, would not, live without you anymore they decided that the only way for you to be with them forever was to make you like them, to have you be a demon. That way you'd be safe in the Devildom - not that they'd stop protecting you - and you'd be bound to them for eternity, just like the pacts had bound them to you. But for a mortal to become a human, they had to die first.

Lucifer had cleared things with Diavolo - made him promise that once you died and came to hell, he'd make you into a demon (decidedly not mentioning that your death might happen sooner than the prince might expect) - and Satan took care of a poison that would make you die peacefully and painlessly in your sleep. From then on everything would be simple, your soul would come down to hell, that much was sure, you had made pacts with not one, not two, but all seven of the lords of hell, so there wasn't a way in the world that you'd end up in heaven.

That's what they had been so very sure of, but they didn't realize just how pure you were, how you had been able to keep your soul shining and clean even while surrounded by the worst of the worst, how you hadn't indulged in sin even while being surrounded by it. It might have been your celestial heritage or just your heart of goodness, but it seems the great father had his eyes on you and decided to give you another chance after your death. A new life as an angel - the same soul just elevated into a high, celestial position, and without memories about your mortal life. The brothers had no idea of your new angelic self, just mulling over the fact of how long it was taking you to make the track to hell, worrying that you might have been trapped in the mortal realm with unfinished business. It was Simeon who cleared it up for them, he had been in Celestia with Luke while they had ended your life, so when he appeared in the mansion, face white as a sheet and eyes filled with sadness, exclaiming that you were in Celestia now, that you had no memories, asking the brothers what had happened to you, why they hadn't been informed of your untimely demise. They improvised, exclaiming that you had died of some natural causes that unsuspectedly came with a mortal like you spending so much time in the Devildom, that they were in deep mourning and hadn't even gotten to contact your family yet. Simeon - too goodhearted for his own good - believed them, telling them that he'd mourn with them, but it was what he said before he left again that stuck in their mind: He'd take good care of your soul in Celestia.

No, they wouldn't let this happen. They'd do whatever they had to, whatever it took, to have you back in their midst again. A new plan formed, this one more destructive and with much more dire consequences, but they did not care anymore. Lucifer was again the one to get Diavolo's help but this time he was straightforward about it - he knew that he'd act on it with or without the prince's help. It was a surprise how quickly Diavolo agreed and how eager he was to help, it was a sign of his own ulterior motives, but having Diavolo on their side was the biggest trump card they could gain so Lucifer decided to keep that to himself.

Their plan would surely lead to another century, if not more, of animosities between the realms. It might even lead to another Celestial war, but the brothers were more than prepared to fight their former brethren if it was just to have you in their reach again. And so it was enacted ruthlessly and without hesitation. The seven of them along with Diavolo could easily summon an angel, even one as protected and new as you, and so when you arrived in the middle of their circle they were all too ready to embrace you tight enough to make sure you could never escape, the would have clipped your beautiful white wings - the same that Lillith had sprouted out of her back when she was alive and celestial - and would have buried your halo below the deepest ditch in the deepest sea, but they knew that that was not the end goal of their plan. Instead, Diavolo made you an offer. To join him. To become one of the rulers of hell, the eighth lord/lady of hell, and get a power beyond a simple angel's imagination. Of course, you declined, no self-respecting angel without any reason would agree to that, after all, angels were made, born, with the knowledge that the inhabitants of the Devildom were evil, the enemy.

Again, the brothers had expected you to decline, but they wanted to have at least offered it to you under these circumstances. They would get what they wanted one way or another though and so after a simple snap of Diavolo's fingers, Barbatos entered the room, carrying in his hand a small angel. He was holding him with his hand around his neck from behind and Luke was either unconscious or... you didn't want to think about what the or was. Of course, he was just sleeping from a potion in the cookies he had made with Barbatos earlier, during the baking session they had used to lure him down to the Devildom to work as their blackmail.

The ultimatum was clear. Agree, become one of them, and Luke would go free, or decline, go back to Celestia with the knowledge that the young angel, one of Michaels's very own pupils, had died while you could have stopped it. Had you retained your memories from your mortal life, you might have believed that they wouldn't have dared to hurt Luke, but even then you would have been wrong because there was nothing that was too far in their attempt to regain you by their side.

The goodness that had brought you into this situation in the first place was now also the reason for your decision. No way could you live with yourself knowing that you could've stopped Luke's death. And so you held out to shake Diavolo's hand, only for him to pull you towards him and kiss you deeply. The kiss was unexpected, but it turned out to be a welcomed distraction from the burning that started in your midst and widened out until it had reached every single part of your body. Your wings felt like they were made of pure fire as the feathers that were white as snow before turned into an ashen grey. The pain was almost as bad as the one in your temples where horns came out and curled backwards until they were horizontal to your head with a slight angle.

When the kiss - and the transformation - had ended the complete morph of your body took its toll as you fell right into Diavolo's arms. At that point Diavolo saw himself faced with a choice, he was so tempted to just take you with him - make you his partner like he knew you would one day be the moment he had given you your first kiss, now was the perfect chance, you were a demon like him now - but the brothers would surely wreak havoc up him and his kingdom if he did and he had more than enough time after all. People didn't expect him to be a patient man given his childish demeanour, but for you he was willing to wait decades, if not centuries, knowing that once he had you, he'd have you forever by his side. For now, he'd let the brothers take you home, coddle and care for you while they searched for ways to bring your memories back. They'd surely have their work cut out for them, after all - as Barbatos had explained after your transformation - as a result of a mix of celestial blood and the pacts you had with them during your time as a mortal, you were now the ultimate sin, an amalgamation of all of them: pride, greed, envy, wrath, lust, hunger and sloth.

A/N: My thirteenth entry into Yandere Writetober - based on the result of a poll I held - I hope you all liked this slightly longer and more experimentally written Friday the 13 'special'. If you did, I would really appreciate a comment or a reblog. Look forward to tomorrow's entry 'castle'

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my-names-angel-but-im-not-one · 1 year

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Obey me / Nightbringer imagine

MC finally renewed the pact with the brothers and went like

"finally , now I can return back to timeline, let's go Solomon" and as mc tried to conjure their power .......

The Yandere brothers panicked that you'll leave them and held you hostage , and ofc yan!diavolo said yes.

Solomon returned back to the timeline thinking you'd be following him behind but saw he was alone here.

Now

The Present yandere brothers and yan!diavolo saw this and started to ram questions on solomon and solomon went like

"Just like this!, You were like this to Mc even in the present ,past...you made their life suffocating!!!...... Maybe they never wanted to come back to you..."

And now the present yandere brothers thinks you left them on purpose and they are furious. They got the permission from diavolo to go back to the past to face their past ruthless selves and to get you back into their arms .

Bonus:

And in the past you're tied up with the chains that was used to tie Satan up as the yandere brothers still don't understand who is the future them you're talking about and you're like " for fuck sake leave me alone at least in one timeline!!!"

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aztecbrujeria · 11 months

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TW: masochism, Sadism, Choking, Blood/Violence, Monsterfucking, Creamy creamy cream pie, Super thick dick, Stretching to the limit, Size difference

Your mouth was open to the silent scream of your creamy cunt being stuffed to the brim. His heavily veined cock stretched you to your limit and foamed around the base from the multiple messy loads already spilt inside of you.

You could only hear his grunts and heavy breathing beneath the heavy metal cage he wore. His skin was filthy from the blood and soot of Hell. You grabbed onto his wrists that attached to your throat scrambling for purchase.

Growling he leaned into your body and bruised your phat pussy lips more with the violent thrust of his hips meeting yours. Fuck the way his heavy balls slapped your ass and the way. He’d followed you through every gate, the haunting noises of the blaring alarm announcing his hunt.

Every-time he caught you was a new hellish ecstasy of pain and pleasure.

Your vision was starting to become darker around its edges as you smiled and felt your ending crescendo…

“Catch me in the next Level!”

Kirishima, Capitano, Ushijima, Sukuna, Toji, Taiju, Captain Obi, Aone, Bokuto, Shion Zhongli, Diavalo, Beelzebub

#tw masochism #tw sadism #tw blood/injury #Tw. asphyxiation #TW cream pie #husbando #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #hq smut #genshin smut #pyramid head #bnha kirishima #bnha smut #dark content #hells paradise #mdni #beelzebub obey me #obey me diavolo

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ophelian-darling · 6 days

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𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞.

Yandere Diavolo x gn Reader.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Awakening in darkness, you witness a rough pleasure with no eyes by a devil.

TW(s): Kidnapping, Chaining, Blindfolding, Master/pet dynamic, Non-con, sexual content.

This is a NSFW piece, Minors/Ageless blogs DNI.

The demential voice within your mind echoed its morbose susurration, repeatedly and ad nauseam. for a second, you assumed that you were already dead , for you have never experienced such a frightening and swallowing obscurity that was similar to a one of a grave. Thankfully, the burning ache on your wrists alerted your nerves, reminding you that you were still alive, but not in the best wellbeing.

Complying to your instincts , you did your best to move a muscle in your body - the pain was quick to rush through your limbs at your vain attempt to break free, forcing you to stop wriggling.

a deep despair ate your heart : why are you like this and how did you end up like this ? a lot of questions bursted inside of your head and it only contributed to make your skull throb with an unendurable soreness . Even breathing was a struggle, you took every breath with a force, as if a heavy weight was placed on your chest .

most of your senses were almost shut down : your eyelids curtained your vision and nothing was visual, except for that floating explosion on your irises . your skin was painfully restricted and burned by the familiar feeling of cool , hard Shackles ; tying your arms , waist , ankles and choking on your neck, preventing you from any lungful amount of air . The metallic taste on your tongue was unpleasant, the strong aroma of the red fluid fouling your nose and nauseating you .

Fair years of experience in battle and secret work taught you to rely on a single sense in critical situations. your listening was as sharp as a bat's and that sound of an approaching footsteps was unmistakably close. in a rush of thoughts, you came to a sole conclusion : you are currently kidnapped .

The heavy sound of the gate's clacking echoed through the cold air of the room as you tensed, heart drumming loudly to your ears and threatening to break your ribs . a step , then another and another... with each step you heard the louder your brain screams .

a sudden touch against your cheek made your skin crawl . Although it was gentle, you couldn't help the feeling of uneasiness and disquiet that dwelled in your abdomen .

It's only just begun.

The spiderlike, tickly digits floated on your skin and moved ponderously, eliciting a shiver from you at the soft sensation, yet in such a cruel way. the fingers stopped at your chin, pressed on it for a moment then tilted your head up with force . the back of your head bumped into the hard wall, adding more pang to your already abused body.

The pathetic whimper that escaped your throat made your captor chuckle :a rich, deep and demoniac voice that paralyzed your brain .

The aura of the figure in front of you was anything but natural.

"I've waited too long to have you...My dearest pet"

Before you could fully process the denotation of the appalling words, the hand that used to be gentle moments ago tore the veil on your eyes, exposing the upper half of your face to the chilly air, letting your eyelids uncover your orbs and catch the most horripilating image you've ever seen .

a sight of a globe of two lucific , emerald eyes that stared right into your soul. you've heard of many legends of Lilithian demons and lustful Incubi, however, you believed none of them until now . those odd eyes are not of a human , but a daeva's.

The man in front of you laughed at the pure terror your face showed, confusing you even more as you couldn't help but to stare in your weak position.

"W-what are you ?" you managed to gain the rest of your mental strength to ask . His pink locks and dark lips finally had your attention when he smiled amusingly at you .

His palm moved from the side of your face to your neck, twitching his fingers teasingly before applying a suffocating pressure on your trachea as he spat "you'll come to know"

His hand left your throat, you didn't have the time to rejoice when his fingers ripped up the remaining cloth that warmed your body only a little , cutting from your chest and following the long tear to your thighs. the air stinged your exposed skin, causing goosebumps to rise and your nipples to perk . your face heated at the realization that you're now almost nude for this monster's pleasure .

Disgust, humiliation and shame for being a mere plaything .

"Aren't you just a pretty thing… so pure and frail " his eyes devoured you shamelessly, enjoying his power over you and how vulnerable your small form was against his stalwart, bigger one .

"My dear Doppio was right, you'd make a wonderful slave "

Your eyes widened : Doppio ?! Doppio Vinegar ?! the man that was your partner in the same squad ?! how could someone who's idiotically sweet have a relation to a creature that appears to be from the depths of hell ? you had an eerie feeling about him in the beginning, but you pushed it aside, convincing yourself that the sudden flash in his childish eyes wasn't more than a hallucination.

What if he -

The train of perplexed thoughts crumbled when he smacked his lips against yours forcefully, aching your front teeth and biting on your lower lip, a drop of blood oozing as a result of the sadistic act of lust. The intensity in what was supposed to be a kiss added a certain pain that wasn't meant to ache, the feeling of your gum being compressed and your lips wounded was oddly pleasurable to your own disgust and surprise. the voice of reason within your brain was shouting at you to remain sober and realize how much this is sickening.

Te withdrew suddenly, letting you regain the lost Oxygen from the previous kiss . you tried to calm yourself and take each breath with care so you wouldn't cause yourself any more damage but failed, feeling like drowning with your ears ringing and head tingling painfully , a colorful display that coated your vision dizzyingly.

The expression on his face was camouflaged due to your eyelids drooping over your eyes, you only felt his ghostly hands wandering down to your chest , stopping for a second before squeezing hard at the area, enjoying how it squished under his large palms . you tried to move away but the force on your neck reminded you of your place in this maladive predator and prey play . you were only able to move your hips and curl up your toes .

"Don't misbehave, little one" he warned, displeased at your attempt to get away. However, you kept on moving as a response to your instincts and the harsh treatment your chest received.

One of his hands was raised, delivering you a harsh slap across the face, causing your movement to cease and your cheek to burn . His voice and height, the way he spoke to you like a master conveyed his authority and his dislike of repeating orders twice … you recognized a commander from their aura and he was definitely one.

Noticing your obedience, his face twisted into a pleased, maniac expression as he cooed "Good...such an obedient pet"

His light tone was far from comforting, the praise he uttered sickened you . his fingers felt like blades as they ran down to stomach, then leisurely to your hips ; fondling them. you shook at what was coming next .

He carried your smaller form effortlessly while your back was still sticking to the cold wall , cupping a handful of your buttocks, the chains now straining at your feet more but loosening up a bit on your wrists .

The sly digits of the devil played with the tissue of your underwear . Your captor had the clear intention of teasing you as he pulled it down, with patience and slowness, eagerly watching your facial features and how they contorted into a weak, helpless mien.

You didn't dare kick or scream (more like too tired to do so) as your body is being violated, nor it seemed you could do anything . you've detached from your body once he let his hot length in, educing a sharp sting that traveled from the bottom to the top and rested in the back of your head , throbbing with even more spasm.

Your brain was completely empty, your corpse was moving on its own as it jumped up and down to meet each sloppy thrust he gave to your entrance.

your senses were submerging - alongside your body - in the surreal pleasure .

Never in your life felt so restless under your own skin . there weren't any exact words in the world that can describe the shatter within - it's like being a puppet : sightly, silent and soulless.

During the rush of internal screams and violent thoughts, a single phrase surfaced : even if this ended, there's still more to come .

a sudden wave of warm tingling and complete relief washed over you, many polychromatic shadows dancing in your vision through a blur of tears. you've reached heaven for a second, then miserably fell back to earth. you recovered some of your realization and thinking when warmth exploded inside you, accompanied by a long, deep groan from the man beneath.

You didn't dare move nor make a sound, you just waited for his next action. After all, you had a hope - no matter how unrealistic this hope is - of being pitied by him, to get out of here and never return, to move on with a wounded existence, better than being trapped with him till death.

His eyes met yours, the light of them was stronger after his climax. He loosened the squeezing grip on your bottom, allowing your feet to touch the ground again with the same painful feeling of metal on your frail skin .

you panicked as his hands reached to the back of your head, expecting another ruthless act of pleasure , but au contraire , he unclasped the collar on your neck, finally letting you pant and take back the air to your lungs.

"You were good for your boss, I shall reward you now"

All of it sunk in now : Doppio was the reason why you are here now, the possessed gleam in his irises was real, as real as this man in front of you - your boss…

your blood ran cold at the realization that you were violated by Passione's head, and what was more breaking that every faith you had for freedom.

Your own release is in death.

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Little Mermaid Moin and Prince Dia

#cw slight nudity #obey me mc #moin mc #obey me diavolo #her hair isn't dyed living underwater so her hair is in natural dark brown #mermay #finally a mermaid piece for my ship

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I feel like Diavolo would have a willy wonka & the chocolate factory Halloween party. Like the little ds are right there, lil oompa loompas. 😭❤️

meanwhile Lucifer is on board at the mere mention of factory

#Dark turn: also imagine a very fucked up factory bc it's hell so you get some SAW shit going on too lmao #I'm sorry I can't be normal 😔#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me shitpost #obey me diavolo #obey me crack #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic obey me . ⊹#Have they ever made an event like this?? If not they should!!

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books-and-catears · 2 years

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Love and Consequences (Pt. 2)

Continuing from Part 1 an ask by @princesspinksakura12

This became so long what the hell-

Taglist: @my-perfect-machine @r-u-n-e @cakelqt @liminalimmortal @broslowkeysus @myphilosophertrash @theraccoonkween @yeahno28 @lucidreamsxx

TW: Harsh language, Mentions of death and trauma

It was moments after Solomon left with you, Mammon was screaming at Barabtos, holding him at the collar, demanding him to open the portal back up.

"THAT DAMNED SHADY BASTARD! Who the hell allowed him to take MC all on his own?! Why did you let them go, Barbatos?!"

"MC had collapsed. It was a matter of urgency." Barabtos ordered simply.

Mammon's arms fell limp by his sides as his eyes grew wide in shock. He was moments away from losing his sanity.

"COLLAPSED?! OH NO ARE THEY HURT?!" Asmo grew hysterical.

Satan groaned and sighed. "Of course they did... All that running around on an empty stomach in that panicked state. DAMNIT!"

"I didn't authorise this, Barabtos. Solomon could have simply healed MC here." Diavolo looked agitated.

"Apologies Young Master, I had to take the liberty of making the choice here. I shall not repeat such insubordinance again. I will accept any punishment you put forward." Barbatos bowed deeply.

The prince's eyes softened. It was rare to for Barbatos to do anything without Diavolo's permision. He shook his head, pardoning his butler.

Like a flash, Luke ran towards Lucifer and landed a punch on Lucifer's chest. Eyes red with tears and gritted teeth, "I KNEW DEMONS WERE NO GOOD! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MC?! HOW BADLY DID YOU HURT THEM?!"

Lucifer didn't stop him. He had it coming for a while now. "I apologize Luke...It seems I gravely misunderstood them..."

Simeon tried to hold the little angel, as he kicked and screamed. "MC loved you! All of you! No matter how many times I told them, you were evil, THEY DEFENDED YOU. EACH. TIME! Said you were amazing in your own special ways and hoped to stay with you ALWAYS! ...AND LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO THEM!"

Satan shut his eyes and hissed in pain like someone had burned him. He couldn't fathom the betrayal you must have felt. "Please let me see you again, MC...even if it's just to apologise and never disturb your peace again..."

Levi slumped onto the ground, hiding his face in his knees and sobbing. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...MC, please be okay..."

Asmo sat next to his older brother. "It's okay Levi. I know Solomon will take good care of MC."

"I hope MC eats something...they must be so tired...so hungry..." Beel leaned against a tree, eyes watering.

"DAMNIT! DAMN EVERYTHING! DAMN ME AND ALL OF YOU LOSERS!" Mammon hit his fist against a tree trunk with a loud thud, and sank to the ground.

"You went too far, Diavolo. Your cause might be noble but what were you thinking getting MC deliberately killed and brought to life like that? I'm sorry but we'll be taking our leave from Devildom." Simeon announced, finally coaxing Luke away from Lucifer.

Mere minutes had passed since you left Devildom and things were already falling apart.

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It took you more than a few days to get back up on your feet again. Solomon tended to you diligently and for that you were grateful.

Simeon and Luke came to visit and decided to stay instead. You were more cared for here than you ever were back in the House of Lamentation. There wasn't incessant screaming and threatening, nor people pulling you into opposite directions. Atleast for now, everything was calm. Everything was good.

And that's where your panic set in. The calm before the storm. You were sure something was coming. Something bad.

"Simeon...you and Lucifer are still close aren't you?" You asked him in the middle of preparing dinner.

Simeon was taken aback, but only for a moment. "I haven't correspondended with him since I left the program, MC. I know you're still afraid but..."

He took your hands in his and squeezed for comfort. "Please trust me when I tell you, I'm on your side. I could never hurt someone as kind as you." He calmed your heart for now.

Another day, you leaned toward Solomon as he was working with potions in his in-house lab. "Do you not want Lucifer's pact anymore?"

Solomon paused what he's doing and stared at you. He smiled knowing what you really meant to ask. "No, MC I'm not inclined to expose our location just to win Lucifer's favour. I'd rather have your company than his powers anyway."

You smiled, leaning on his shoulder, feeling calmer.

Sometimes even Barabtos came to visit you, carrying all your favourite refreshments from Devildom. And you allowed it. He'd helped you escape after all.

"Was Diavolo angry?" You said, during tea-time with him. "I hope he didn't punish you too severely. All because you helped me-"

Barbatos shook his head, smiling sadly. "I'm afraid he's been punishing himself far more than me. He stays locked up in his room working, refuses to meet the brothers. He said he's rethinking the whole program. I don't think he's smiled even once since you left."

You didn't know what to say. You didn't expect the future King of Devildom to be this affected by your absence.

"I hope you will forgive him, MC. I know you might not believe me, but you are very dear to Young Master." Barbatos pleads as he pushes another box of your favourite tarts towards you.

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"MC, hide, quick!" Luke called out to you one evening. You were getting the table ready for your usual supper with them when the little angel burst into the room.

The demons are coming.

You understood without another word. Solomon held open the door and you hurried inside. "Don't come out unless you want to. I'll keep them out. Simeon will keep you safe inside so noone can sneak in."

"Thank you. From the bottom of my heart." You touched his face and dashed inside. Right into Simeon's open arms.

"WHERE IS MC?!"

"WHERE DID YOU HIDE THEM!!?"

"MC?! MC you're in there aren't you?!"

You whimpered at their voices. Memories of the chaos, the pain, the noise - it all came back all at once. You covered your ears and curled into yourself.

"Shh shh, it's okay I got you. You're not alone this time." Simeon's arms were tight and warm. You sunk right into them.

"MC isn't ready to see anyone yet."

"And who the hell are ya to decide that for them?!"

"Out of the way, Solomon!"

"No."

"Move or we'll make you move."

"Seriously Solomon, it's been long enough we only want to apologise-"

"No fuck that, I'm sure he's keeping MC hostage here for his own reasons!"

Your heart sank as the confrontation grew more heated. All seven of them at once? No, you couldn't put anyone through what they did to you. Sure Solomon was strong, but you weren't going to risk it.

"I want to go help..." You beckoned to Simeon. He nodded. He'd join you.

You heard crashing and groaning and ran to the door. Screw this, you're not going to hide anymore.

"Stay. The. Fuck. Down."

You ordered through gritted teeth as you pulled the door open. Everyone except Lucifer and Belphie kneeled to the floor. To your relief, Solomon was unharmed.

"MC, are you really okay to-?" He asked, worried.

"I'll be okay. Just stay next to me, please." You smiled bravely.

Simeon stood on your other side, seething with anger at Belphie who was now trying to call out to you.

"MC, I... I'm..." He started.

"What more could you possibly want?" You said, bitterly. "Watching me die once wasn't enough? You need to see me trembling in fear again, do you?!

"No, no it's not-"

"We want to make pacts with you too." Lucifer answered. "Him and me. With all of us under your control, you need not be scared of us anymore."

Your eye twitched in disbelief. They can't be serious. But lo and behold there were two new pact marks on your skin.

"What?"

"Yes they did it right away, darling! So you can come back and everything will go back to the way it was!" Asmo piped in.

"It was Belphie's idea, MC. He will try his best to make amends, you have my word for it." Beel bowed.

"So none of you see a problem with this?" You tightened your fist. "You think a pact will solve everything?"

They all exchanged confused glances. How infuriating.

"Let me put it in a better context for you. You are handing me a leash and asking me to use it on you when you try to hurt me."

They nodded in unison.

"So you ARE going to hurt me again?"

The foolish smiles on their faces changed to frowns real quick.

You laughed. So much for being the big seven. "I shouldn't even need pacts to feel safe around you. That's the whole point. I shouldn't have to fucking be on guard and protect myself from you. I am supposed to be able to TRUST you."

It almost looked like they have a joint relevation. Honestly what goes on inside their heads, you can no longer tell. Mammon was the first to recover.

"Then I'll keep ya safe this time." He stood up and walked toward you. "Can I...can I hold you? It's been too long..."

He looked so broken and dishevelled, your heart took pity.

"Just this much." You held his hand, intertwining fingers. That much was enough for him.

"Is there any way...any way at all, that you'll come back to us?" Satan stood up next. "Please, we'll do anything. We'll fix anything you don't like!"

"Don't come back here again. Keep waiting down in Devildom." You said sternly, "I need time away...maybe I'll never come back anyway. But for now, I don't want to see any of you."

They all hung their heads in acceptance. All but Belphie.

"I'll go back to the attic, if that makes you feel safer at the house."

"And you think Beel would be okay with that arrangement? You think the rest of them won't feel guilty?" You shook your head. "It's like you people don't even know each other."

"We don't. We haven't known each other for a while." Belphie answered. "The only reason things got a little better is because you came along. And tied all of us back together."

"Ah yes, as a substitute Lilith. Of course." You rolled your eyes.

"No not anymore we just-"

"Just leave. Please. And the next time you threaten Solomon like that, I'll command you to bite your tongues off."

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After months of begging and reassurance, you finally relented to come back. You'd not be staying with them, of course.

You'd be in the Purgatory Hall, where you should have always been. But nothing stops the brothers.

Lucifer keeps trying to meet you alone in his room, with excuses of needing help with work. Helping others is the one thing you never turned down.

"Thank you for all your help, MC. I'm truly grateful." Lucifer said, as you nodded and wordlessly arranged the reviewed documents.

Lucifer stretched his hands to relax his shoulders. And to his horror, he saw you flinch and move far away from the desk.

"MC what's wrong? Why are you-" He stopped when he noticed the way you stared at his raised arm and his face in turns.

"Oh no... no, MC, it's not what you think. It's not." Lucifer hurried to put his arms down and desperately tried to clear the air. "I would never..."

He is careful to maintain a distance where you feel safe. No matter how much he wants to hold you close again he knows he has to wait a long time for you to feel safe around him again.

Mammon accompanies you wherever you go. He even stands out your door hours before you actually have to go out. And he's especially protective when Belphie is in the room.

"I left my book in the attic." You would tell him and he knew exactly what you needed. He'd go in and get it for you, because you could never bear to step foot in the place again.

"This one?" He learnt to understand you through subtle changes in your expressions. Because you hardly spoke as much as you used to before.

"Thank you, Mammon." This was the best part of his days. Just three little words is all he longed for. Knowing he was being helpful was akin to forgiveness.

"Always, MC." He meant it. Mammon was determined to be a better protector this time around.

He doesn't just drape his arms around you willy nilly anymore. But as you walk through town with him, he always dangled his hand by his side, in case you ever wanted to take it.

Leviathan is overjoyed by simple text replies to his. And if you end up sitting in the same room as him and say nothing, he's more than happy to fill the silence with his ramblings. He's just happy to get to see you again.

"Is this anime okay? Or are you in the mood for something else?" Levi asks nervously as you walk into his room after what feels like years.

"This one is fine." You reply curtly. He misses your enthusiasm but he's happy to even have you in the same space. He smiles and looks ahead at the screen.

But in the blue of his room, he glances at your face between scenes to see if you're really enjoying it. And if he's really really lucky, he occasionally discovers a smile.

After you leave, he curls into his bathtub and reminisces old memories and wishes so badly to be the way you both used to be. More nights than less, he cries out your name in apology.

Satan reads extensively on human psychology and human trauma therapy. Anything and everything that helps you, he is willing to learn, he's willing to do. Also wary of your surroundings.

"They're fighting about me again." You say as Satan finds you curled up in your room with hands covering your ears. Satan puts a defeaning spell on the door.

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner." He says even as you thank him. He has a long way to go, but atleast this is a start. "Can I sit next to you?"

You nod after a pause. He sits beside you, grateful to be close to you again. "Don't worry. They'll tire themselves out soon enough. What were you doing before?"

"Trying to read." You pointed at a stack books, Satan had lent you before the incident. Another sign of forgiveness. He almost broke down, suddenly overwhelmed by emotion. "Well its quieter now. Lets read together, shall we?"

Asmodeus constantly bombarded Solomon with texts, asking about you. He was putting his fame to use, asking his followers to secretly look over you and tell him immediately if you were ever in trouble.

"Asmo, you need to stop sending me gifts." You appeared outside his room one night, "I have no place to keep them."

Asmo squealed in suprise seeing that it's you. Excited he threw his arms around you, lifting you off the ground as he spun you around. "MC! It's really you! It's been so long!"

"Put me down, Asmo!" You pushed yourself down and shook your head. "I told you I'm not ready for ...all this." You motioned to him. Oh.

"I'm sorry, darling. You were so cute I couldn't control myself. I'll do better next! Please don't go.." Asmo begged, desperate. "Won't you come see more often then? Simeon and Luke don't make me feel welcome there at all." You sighed and relented. He almost cried.

Beel and Belphie would always appear together. One to make you feel safer in the presence of the other. Belphie knew he had to make it up to both you and his twin, who's bond he'd ruined. So he did.

Belphie spoke only when spoken too. He was careful to never get too close, not unless you did. He'd even tried to use dream magic to rid you of any nightmares he caused you.

Beel was hyper worried about your eating habits. After the stunt you pulled last time, he would always offer you food if you came home. He would ask Solomon every day if you'd eaten three square meals.

There was no talking between you and them. They communicated by passing food to you during dinner, or by fluffing up your pillows and sheets before you went to sleep.

When you saw Beel in the kitchen at 3 a.m., you put a finger to your lips - you won't tell Lucifer, its a promise. Beel smiles and offers you whatever he's snacking on. His food tastes better with you around again.

And if you pass by Belphie in hallways, he greets you in whispers you can barely hear - 'Hope you're sleeping well. Are you tired? Do you need help in assignments?' You merely nod or shake your head. But in Belphie's mind, he's happy you're not running away on sight.

#obey me #obey me angst #obey me Headcanons #obey me solomon #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me belphie #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me imagine #obey me levi #obey me simeon #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me Diavolo #obey me dark #obey me fic #obey me hurt comfort

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ampullenblut · 26 days

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Salome...?

#jojo fanart #jojos bizzare adventure fanart #jojo part 5 #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba fanart #jjba #jjba diavolo #diavolo jojo #vintage #retro #sketch #dark aesthetic #dark academia #gothic #romantic goth #illustration

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i-am-the-avatar-of-idiocy · 1 year

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The baby trapping piece got me thinking, who would love their children as individuals and who would love then as an extension of you? I'm pretty sure Diavolo would be overprotective, but he sees his kids as their own person and therefore would accept if they have a family of their own/go away for whatever reason, but Leviathan wouldn't want his kids to leave, as he sees it like you're leaving, since he sees your child/ren as something you two created

-🍇

Part 1- yandere obey me boys baby trappings MC

Oh that’s an interesting point 🍇! Here are my thoughts:

would be on the fence in my opinion. The child can be easily used against you and he will, however he does see his child as their own person. When they are old enough to leave, he won’t stop them but he will take necessary precautions to make sure the truth about you doesn’t get out. All in all he truly does love his child, but not as much as you

-Lucifer, barbatos

. I think would truly see his child as their own person. He also is a good father I would think. They believe you two are perfectly normal and deeply in love. In all honesty, you love seeing your child happy with their family, it reminds you there is hope for a happy ending, however when they leave you can’t help but feel a little sad you’re alone with him again

-mammon, Diavolo, satan, beel

sees the child as something rather than someone, he values the bond they have but that’s only because he sees you in the child. When they are old enough to leave, he would be upset, not because his kids are older, but because it’s like a part of you is falling through his fingers. -leviathan, asmodeus

He wants the child gone. It’s caused him nothing but stress despite him not being the one to look after it. He hates it, it takes away your attention and does feeble attempts at ‘protecting’ you as it gets older. He was close to killing it a few times, the only thing that stopped him was you. -belphegor

He’s made sure the child has grown up in a normal family way. They are perfectly normal. You act normal when they leave, you cry and reminisce together but that’s about it. He’s very proud of them and honestly so are you

-simeon

#yandere obey me #dark obey me #obey me x pregnant reader #obey me x reader #yandere obey me x reader #yandere lucifer #yandere mammon #yandere leviathan #yandere asmodeus #yandere satan #yandere beelzebub #yandere belphegor #yandere diavolo #yandere barbatos #yandere simeon

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shallyouobeyme · 7 months

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Yandere!Solomon x Princess!reader/MC (GN) - Royal au

Summary: When you found out that your parents were planning to marry you off to some foreign noble your first reaction was to talk to your friend and families mage, Solomon, but maybe that wasn't the best choice...

! Minors Do Not Interact !

TW: Arranged marriage, Lucifer Slander (I had to do it to em), drugging (kinda), talk about murder, imprisonment (also kinda), I do not condone this, this is all fantasy

Day 8 of my Yandere Writetober and I've stayed strong so far and written something every day, I hope I'll keep the energy. I could use some help for tomorrow with 'bounce' though, honestly, I have no idea what to write for that

Ever since you were a little child, your parents had instilled in you that eavesdropping was wrong and not very royal. It was one of the many things that were not appropriate for the children of the country's ruler. You've spent many nights listening to your tutors go on and on about etiquette and manners and behaviour, etc., etc., etc.

This was the reason that when you heard the sound of your parents talking coming through a slight opening of your father's study, your first instinct was to change directions and leave them to it. Then you heard your name. You were still a young adult- barely not a child anymore - so obviously your curiosity won over. Silently walking over to the wall near the door, you pressed your back against it and tried to tune into their conversation.

"Are you sure? Duke Lucifer isn't known to be very kind, it is said that he only wishes for an heir and nothing else. What about Prince Michael?"

"No, the celestial kingdom has no interest in an alliance whatsoever, they see themselves as mightier than anyone else."

"I assume that disqualifies Marquis Simeon as well," you heard your mother sigh - what were they talking about? Alliances? Heirs? The names of the foreign nobles were familiar to you, but that did not give you much context.

"Duke Lucifer - as cruel as he may be - is the highest ranking noble under King Diavolo, his kingdom is looking for alleys in their rivalry with Celestia. This is our chance to finally rise in the world," your father stated with this hunger for power in his voice that scared you whenever you heard it. "Think about it dear, Y/N isn't our firstborn, their older brother will take the throne, so marrying them off to Duke Lucifer and extending our reach in the world will help us more than having them here ever would."

Your hand flew up to cover your mouth in shock. This couldn't be real, couldn't be true- as a child, your parents had told you about how marrying each other for love was very important to them when they were your age, so you always assumed the same would be true for you. Surely your mother was opposed, right? no way she'd let you - her youngest child - get married off to some cruel Nobel that you had never even seen before and who was probably twice your age.

"You're right, if that's what's best for our family," your mother spoke, completely making you freeze. How was it the best for your family when it meant you'd get carted off to a foreign noble? Did you really mean that little to them?

You hadn't even noticed the salty streaks running down your cheeks, burning on your skin, nor did you notice your feet gaining a life of their own as you walked through the castle.

Only when you stood before the painting of your great-grandfather, which hid the secret entrance to one of the castle's towers did you realize where you were headed. Solomon's chambers.

Solomon had been the student of your family's mage up until the old man had taken his last breath and Solomon took over the position. Some thought him to be unqualified, after all, he was just a few years older than you, but you knew how powerful he was. You really thought that there was nothing he couldn't do. Ever since the two of you had met as children he'd shown you his magic, cheered you up whenever you were sad and helped you in every crisis - no matter how small.

When your pet had been attacked by a wild animal, he'd been the one to bring it back to life and heal its injuries, when a foreign spy had tried to take your life, he'd blown him off you in a magical explosion (not harming a single hair on your head) and turned him to dust in a single moment, even when you had realized that your dress was the wrong colour at an important banquet had he been the one to change it with a single swipe of his hand.

So it made sense that your subconscious mind immediately sent you to him when you realized your peril. After all, he'd promised you that he'd always find a solution, no matter what problem plagued you. Entering the secret passage, you quickly tried to wipe away your tears, not wanting to seem even weaker than you knew you would in just a few seconds, but it was hopeless. Solomon was always able to look right through you.

As you walked into the main room of his chambers, you felt a nice sort of comfort engulf you. The messy shelves and desks and even chairs which were filled with all sorts of magical gadgets and books and bottles of mysterious liquids were so familiar to you and yet they fascinated you anew every single time you visited. As if feeling your presence, Solomon came from out from one of the adjacent rooms the second you crossed the threshold.

"Your royal highness, it's a pleasure to have you as always," he smiled at you as he walked closer, his happy expression quickly turning into a frown once he noticed the redness of your cheeks - an unmistakable sign that you had cried.

"What's wrong?" he asked as he led you to a chair that was kept free of any junk just for the occasion of your visit. You fell into the seat and could almost feel your tears coming back.

"You know what, I'll go make you a tea with calming herbs, then you can tell me what troubles you," he said softly, waiting for a second as if hesitant to leave you alone, before leaving for only a minute before returning with a steaming mug that he put on a small table beside you.

"Now, tell me what happened MC." Usually, Solomon only called you by your official title, claiming that as your servant it was only appropriate, no matter how often you asked him to call you by your name like the friend he was. So, the fact that he called you MC, showed you that he was serious, that he was listening to you as your childhood friend Solomon and not as the court's mage.

"I-I overheard my parents, they- They are marrying me off. I don't know when or how, but... I'll get sent off to Devildom to be married to some Duke there. I'm just an end to a means for them..."

"What? No! They can't do that, that's not how- that's just not okay," Solomon exclaimed angrily, rage filling his eyes. He seemed even more enraged by it than you.

"It's horrible, but... I have no choice, do I? As a royal, I mean. I'm not the firstborn, I would have never become the next monarch anyways so maybe I was just idiotic to believe that I could live my life normally," you sighed, trying to stay calm, trying to be the bigger person as you were always taught.

"No! I can't them marry you off, I'm the one who-" Solomon raged on, running his hand through his hair as he stalked around the room, stopping himself in the middle of the sentence and before you could ask what he meant, he was kneeling on the floor before you, holding your hands. "What if there was a choice, what if I had a way out?"

Your eyes widened, but you trusted Solomon entirely, so you considered it honestly.

"I mean, if there is a way out, then yes. I want out. I don't want to be married off." You noded your head in excitement and Solomon sprang up again, telling you that he'd be back in a second and to wait for him.

You enjoyed the cup of tea he had prepared that was now a nice, drinkable temperature. Solomon always made the very best tea. Whenever you visited him and he prepared it for you, you felt so weightless, so free of worry, that you now tended to crave it whenever you were stressed or exhausted which also meant your visits to Solomon increased, not that either of you complained.

"Here it is, the way out," Solomon came back with a vile of turquoise liquid that he carefully held towards you. "Just a bit of this and this arranged marriage will never happen, in fact - this will allow you to marry for love."

"Really? That sounds amazing, almost too good to be true honestly," you let out a breathy laugh, for the first time ever feeling a little bit of doubt.

"Do you trust me?" Solomon asked you with his soft eyes and obviously, you did, so without thinking much, you took the vial, uncorked it and - after taking a deep breath to gather your nerves - took a swig of it. The liquid tasted a bit like what the local physician made you whenever you fell ill, the taste of strong herbs and flowers.

Just as the vial was emptied and you swallowed it all down, you suddenly felt a tingling throughout your entire body. And then you became really dizzy like the world around you was being shaken, but you were static.

"I-I don't feel very well, I think something is wrong," you managed to get out as the world around you seemed to be completely disconnected from you.

"Shhhh, it's okay, don't worry, I'm here. I'll take care of you now, my love," Solomon's whisper was the last thing you heard before you were engulfed by something unearthly...

Solomon walked into his bedroom, his one free hand swinging through the air as he conjured up something new to add to the interior. A box made of glass filled with moss and other plants was the perfect place for his beloved - at least until he had prepared everything. Until everything was perfect for the two of them to have their happily ever after together, no way in hell would he let some Devildom Noble take away his one true love, not over his dead body.

He walked towards the enclosure and lifted the lid, carefully setting down the toad he had held with the other. The toad seemed to look at him with those Y/E/C eyes that were more human than animal filled with contempt.

"I know my love, you don't understand it yet, but I promise you will soon, the two of us were meant for each other after all and as soon as I've taken care of that wannabe fiance of yours I'll show you just how much you mean to me, how much I'll soon mean to you," he closed the lid and watched as you hopped into an area of the enclosure that was filled with more plants to hide from him. "It's okay, I don't blame you. This is all your parent's fault, isn't it? Maybe once I've taken care of that damned duke, I should take care of them as well, after all your siblings might be more... open to my suggestions about your future, unlike that fool of a king."

Your croke of protest echoed through the room as Solomon made his way to leave to find out just who exactly he was planning to kill in the neighbouring kingdom.

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Replaced or not?

Part-1 Part-2 Part-3

For summary n details check out part-1

Pairing: Obey me character x mc!

"I really despise her, she gives me creepy vibes ngl " Dandil said.

"Yeah she's like ugh, if only the brothers had spend time with you they would've seen how much better you are!!" Ebella joined

"But it's a good thing they haven't we get to keep you all to ourselves" Norain said hugging you as you giggled at their clingy behaviour.

Dandil is a demon succubus. Ebella is another demon that holds the sin of greed. And Norain she's another average level envy demon.

I've been friends with them since I came here ..... actually I've been friends with almost all the demons here...diavolo has also praised me for it.

We chatted as our recess bell rang once again.

"what's your class ?" They all mused .

"......... mathematics" i groaned as they did too . They groaned because it's one of the subject we're not together.

My mathematics class go with Satan , Levi , and mammon and unfortunately Run hai. There's only one class i don't have with her and that is magic. The only good thing run hai has done so far is that she's able to bring Levi school......offline.

You sighed as you thought 'i still have Satan thou' but all that went to waste as you saw run hai was sitting beside Satan and was trying so hard to get him to talk. Satan saw you entering the class and eyed you in apology . You understand thou....not like you can do anything. You took and empty seat and sat down and took your notebook out try to do the homework you didn't do at HOL. (Cause like same bro)

"Oi human!! Liste-"

"I don't have any Grimm to spare mammon so you can go"

"The great mammon isn't here to ask for gri-!!"

Before mammon could say anything another person sat behind you.

You tensed and went stiffed bodied as you don't know this demon and you could easily die by his hands . You peeked from under your eyelashes and saw mammon was stiffed bodied as well.

"Lucien...grr" mammon growled at him . Thou unfortunately the professor asked him to go back to his seat. Now Levi , mammon and Satan all were eyeing you like you really are going to die.

"i don't like this..." You muttered under your breathe.

"Oh but I do very much darling~" the said demon beside you smirked and grins showing his sharp canine.

"I'm Lucien ". (This is how he looks)

You tensed . "Ah-i-i didn't meant that about yo-you" you stuttered as you tried to not look at him-

"Look at me when I'm talking to you love~" well damn. You looked from under your lashes and boy were you charmed.......no literally you couldn't move .....you tried but you couldn't he did something you are sure.

'move, move , move damn it MOVE!!'

"HAA-" You breathe in the air as you moved again .

"is something wrong mc?" "Sir i do not feel quite well...maybe I can go early please?"

"yes you may...it must be hard being a human " the professor said with a sympathetic smile and went back to teaching.

You packed your stuff and give a look to Satan . He nodded his head. As you just went to pick up your bag you froze again.

You could see this Lucian guy moving but you could not . You watched in horror as he grabbed you immobile wrist and did something that burner your hand in pain . When he removed his hand to your horror there was a bracelet like mark on your wrist now. (The mark)

"hah hah!" You panted and ran away from RAD and made your way toh HOL.

The main door creaked as you enter . Waiting for you in the hall was Lucifer. 'huh why is he here didn't he have to do sone stupid council work or something '

"MC"

"umm-"

"Don't worry i was already informed about your health , care to explain what happened? Why were you suddenly unwell? Did you ate something bad?"

"What? NO!! What do you think happened? And whatever happened to me is none of your concern ...Run hai is still at RAD you should go back she might need you " you spat at him

'why does he care now huh'

"Of course it is my concern you are under my protection-"

"Yeah so much for protection Whatever" you ignored him and tried to went past him . But he grabbed your wrist.

The same one that had the mark . And it was still hurting .

You howled in pain and Lucifer immediately let go. His eye scanned your wrist and he let out a gasp upon seeing the mark.

"What is the meaning of this?" Suddenly he was in his demon form and you knew that you fucked up . And you fucked up very very bad.

[A/N]: oooohhh we fucked up didn't we ෆ⁠╹⁠ ⁠.̮⁠ ⁠╹⁠ෆ. Also i introduced an oc . The art is not mine thou!!

Comments are appreciated!

Thank you for reading!!

#obey me mc #obey me shall we date #obey me short fic #obey me female mc #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me yandere #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #beel x reader #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus #dark

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Nothing Left to Pay

*** Here we are! The third and final installment in the Dark Mage Solomon series! Thank you guys for the crazy amount of love you've been giving this. I absolutely adored writing it and it has been so so touching to have you guys by my side for this! Without further ado, let's do this! -B***

Summary: MC has been returned, brought back to safety, and Solomon has been left behind. The world moves on, but MC and everyone else is learning just how hard "moving on" can really be.

Part 1, Part 2

CW: Panic Attack

Throbbing

Ceaseless, agonizing, throbbing.

Solomon groaned as he slowly blinked open his eyes and rolled onto his back. He tried to lift his head, but groaned as the ringing in his ears only grew louder.

"Fuck," he cursed as his head thudded against his hard wood floors. "What happened?" He mumbled to himself — His arm draped over his forehead as he turned his head to look in one of the many mirrors that were scattered around his house.

Silver eyes locked onto one another,

and the bubble keeping him blissfully ignorant burst.

Solomon gasped as he shot up. "MC! Oh no. No, no, no. Shit!" he tripped on his long, spindly legs as he scrambled to his feed, running desperately towards your room. He barely recognized the stairs or the direction he was fleeing as his mind drowned from the memories of the past two months flooding his brain.

He skidded to a stop as he slammed open your bedroom door and found not a soul in sight. His chest heaved, up and down, as his heart ran circles within his ribs.

You were gone.

They had taken you. The angels had taken you from him.

He shook his head as he blindly began to tear apart the room, searching desperately for any sign of you or of where you could've been taken. He ripped a drawer from your dresser. He swore under his breath as nothing but clothes and splinters of wood scattered across the floor.

Why? Why would they do this?

You were safe! You were with him, after all, and he was the strongest mage there had ever been and ever will be. He could make a hundred demons bow before him with a snap of his fingers. He-

He froze as his eyes fell to an empty glass you had left on your bedside table.

He had nearly killed you.

A hand clasped around his mouth as he weakly stumbled back. Somewhere, in all his overwhelming desire, his obsession, to protect you and keep you safe, he had done what he swore to never do, and he hurt you.

His hands trembled as his breath caught in his throat. Images of you, your face scrunched up in fear and disgust flashed behind his eyes. The sounds of your screams wailed in his ears.

He did this. He caused all of this.

He needed to find you and apologize.

Solomon quickly tried to shake off his panic and raised a hand to summon a portal.

The room sat still.

The wizard frowned and tried again, squinting his eyes this time. Once more, nothing happened. Solomon growled in frustration and rolled up his sleeves. "WORK! You stupid spell! Of all times why choose now to ... to ..." he trailed off as his eyes dragged over the skin on his arms — the clean, barren skin.

He swallowed thickly as tears welled in his eyes. "No," he breathed. "Please, fuck, no. This ... This is a nightmare. I'm dreaming this isn't," he pinched his arm. "Wake up." He pinched harder. "Wake up!" He slapped himself across the face. "WAKE UP DAMMIT!"

There was nothing left.

His magic. You. His pacts. It was all gone.

Solomon curled on himself, his body shaking fiercely as a hundred different emotions took over him.

A screech, with all the power and grief of the even the most tragic of Banshees, spilled out from the manors windows and painted the skies with the wizard's pain.

***

"When I went to stand up, I noticed I was feeling week, a-and that's when I realized he had done something to my drink. I passed out not too long after that," you whispered as you felt Asmodeus's arms tighten around you.

It had taken hours to get everyone to calm down, and even longer to explain everything that had happened.

You were now in the living room, seated in Asmo's lap as the demon nestled as closely to you as possible — his tears silently soaking the back of your shirt. The other brothers were surrounding you at every angle, giving you just enough room to look at contemplative Diavolo and Barbatos.

Diavolo frowned deeply as you told your story, his hands clenching and unclenching as you reached certain climaxes. His shoulders slumped with a heavy sigh as you finished explaining your side of things. "I am so sorry you had go through that, MC. I never would've thought ..."

"None of us did," Luke mumbled from where he and Simeon stood behind the prince. The young angel was clinging tightly onto his superior, showing his true youth more than ever before. "He ... He was supposed to be our friend."

A heavy, mournful silence filled the room at the admission. It was true. Solomon or at least the Solomon they had all once known as a friend. He'd help them whenever they found themselves stuck in some kind of magical mischief. He'd offered to make dinner for them countless times. He tutored Mammon during exams and would bring back anime merch for Levi from the human world. He was one of the few people that Asmodeus would allow himself to relax with, and who never once judged the brothers on their sins. Sure, they had always been skeptical of his intentions, but never once did any of them imagine he was capable of this.

Asmodeus scoffed as he lifted his face from your shoulder. "He's a monster. I don't care what that man says or tries, he will never ever be considered anything close to friend again," you gently squeezed his hand as the demon's voice grew tight.

Barbatos nodded sympathetically. "And we don't expect you to," his face grew solemn once more as he turned back to the angels. "I believe that the two of you can fill in the gap in MC's story?"

Luke's face paled at the suggestion — his ears still ringing from the sounds of Solomon's screams that he had caused. He opened and closed his mouth several times before Simeon placed a hand on his shoulder and stepped forward. "Solomon sent out a prayer."

Belphegor's nose scrunched in disgust as he crossed his arms over his chest. "He doesn't look like the praying type."

A sad smile climbed onto Simeon's expression as he locked eyes with the demon. "Any person desperate enough will cry out just to be heard. Solomon, for all his power and immortality, is still a person," his eyes slid back over to Barbatos. "When we arrived, he was ..." He hesitated as he glanced back over at you, and pursed his lips. "Is it, perhaps, not the best idea to recount this with MC still present?"

Everyone paused as they looked back at you. You continued to stare straight at Simeon, your eyes void of any emotion, lips a thin straight line, as you nodded. "Say it. I want to know."

Hesitance still clouded Simeon's judgment as he turned to Lucifer with a questioning gaze. The eldest huffed, "I'd rather they not leave our sight at the moment anyways. If they say they can handle it, let them stay."

The angel pursed his lips once more before continuing. "He was hunched over their unconscious body, mumbling to himself and trembling as he sobbed. I'd never seen him look so distraught before,"

You hated how easily you could picture that. As much as part of you hated Solomon for everything that he did, you still couldn't escape the flicker of sympathy and fondness that still yearned for the friend you once had in him. Part of you knew that everything that Solomon did, he did out of some demented, twisted version of love. You remembered how in the early weeks of your captivity he had gently walked you through the numerous panic attacks that you'd frequently endure, all while maintaining a comfortable distance. You remembered how he'd sit down across from you during every meal and give you his undivided attention as he softly told you about his day and described any of the beautiful sights or discoveries that he had stumbled upon.

It hurt to admit. It hurt to remember.

And regardless of the bitter resentment that darkened your view of him, it hurt to imagine that tender, love-sick man broken — crumbling to pieces at the consequences of his actions.

"I tried to demand answers from him, but only made him defensive, which in turn made Luke angry. He tried to attack Luke. As much as I hate that it happened, it gave me the chance to finally swoop in and take MC from him."

You inhaled sharply as your eyes snapped over to Luke, taking in his unblemished form.

Another person had almost gotten hurt — Another friend. Your hands fisted in your lap.

"He finally explained what the charm he applied to them was supposed to do," Simeon clenched his jaw as his eyes hardened. "As I said earlier. It's a potion that puts MC into a state where they can feel safe," his face scrunched up in distaste, as though just saying the words left a horrible taste on his tongue. "When I explained to him that it was exactly that, and the fact that MC couldn't feel safe around him that put them into their comatose state, he began to spiral even more," Luke tensed beside Simeon knowing what came next and clenched his eyes shut as he held his head down in guilt. " We knew action needed to be taken. Luke stripped Solomon of his pacts and magical abilities, promptly knocking him unconscious, while I tended to MC."

Your breath caught in your throat as the words acted like Medusa's gaze on your heart. "Y-You," you breathed as tears collected in the corners of your eyes. "Y-You got rid of his pacts? He ca-can't cast spells anymore?"

Luke nodded as he finally opened his eyes once more. "H-He won't be able to hurt you anymore," there was a certain confidence in his tone even as his voice trembled alongside his hands. "I made sure of it."

Mammon growled from your right, "He deserves a hell of a lot worse for what he put you and Asmo through,"

Diavolo tilted his head at the statement, "Yes. He did break a number of the agreements listed in the exchange contract," you flinched as Diavolo's golden eyes — all too similar to the golden eyes that had stalked your every movement — lit up like an inferno. "A personal offence such as this deserves a much more personal punishment."

Simeon's eyes narrowed at the statement. "As upset as I'm sure we all are about what has transpired, Solomon has already received his just awards," he stood taller as Luke cowered behind him with large, panicking eyes. "To let Solomon live the immortal life he's already subjected himself to, free of any and all of his powers, is more than punishment enough!"

Lucifer snarled as he rose to his feet, "And as I said earlier, you are not the one who gets to be the judge of that! It was our pacts that were lost because of him! It was our brother who was manipulated and taken advantage of! It was us who experienced every ounce of pain that he subject MC to in just the first day!" His lips curled back to bare his pointed teeth as he stood nose to nose with the angel. "Do not tell me what is and is not good enough for that worthless swine."

Barbatos, ever the all-knowing-peacekeeper was between the two of them in an instant. "Stand down, Lucfier. Your fight isn't with the angels."

You blinked as you tried to process the words Lucifer had shouted. Your mind slowly began to drift from your body as your breathing came out in shaky pants. Your distant eyes fixed on Beelzebub's concerned ones. "L-Lost?" you whimpered, causing the room to fall silent. "What does he mean lost? W-We can just make new ones, right? This ... There's no way that they're ..."

Asmodeus's grip around you tightened as Beel looked at you, both lost for an explanation and too afraid of the truth in the words that needed to be said.

You jumped as Satan placed a hand on your shoulder and carefully met your eyes. "We ... Demons can only make a pact with the same human once," you couldn't recognize yourself shaking your head at the words as denial filled your mind. "It's i-impossible for us to make another pact with you ... not after what he did." he rumbled as his expression slipped into momentary wrath.

"We should've fought harder against him," Leviathan whimpered as he clung onto your arm. "W-We could feel our connections slowly tightening, a-a-and we were just helpless! I've never felt so useless in my life. We didn't know where you were, and in that moment, i-it felt like we never would again."

Their words did nothing to comfort you. If anything, it only added to the building, all-consuming panic that was beginning to pulse through your veins.

"This is exactly what I was talking about," Lucifer spat, his eyes not moving from Simeon. "I'm not asking for your permission, or any of yours. I am telling you that Solomon will not be allow to breathe another breath in peace once I find him."

Your pacts were gone. Even if you had the brothers beside you ... Even if you were here in the Devildom ... You had no power anymore. You were just as weak as Solomon wanted you.

"Why is it always the same with you demons?! You always jump to mauling or death as punishment! Not everything has to end in violence! He's already going to be miserable enough!" Simeon finally snapped, his celestial origin shining brighter than ever before.

What if someone else came after you? You knew it was inevitable. How many brushes with death had you encountered in the last year alone? It was only by the grace of your pacts and your connection with the demons, and Solomon, that you survived. What would happen now?

Was Solomon right? Were you never safe here?

"Why are you taking this so lightly?!" Belphie piped in as he joined Lucifer's side. "You talk about us demons as though it wasn't you angels who started a war against us for something as innocent as loving a human! And now you dare to defend one for their crimes?"

The voices grew louder and louder around you as your heart pounded wildly within your ribs and stole the breath from your lungs.

You wanted to go back. You wanted things to be the way they were before. You couldn't stay like this. You can't.

"Fuck," Asmodeus swore behind you as he finally caught on to your panicked state. "MC?" he questioned as he lightly turned you to face him. He frowned at the sight of your unregistering eyes and wheezing breaths. "MC, can you hear me?" He cupped your face as your wide eyes continued to stare right past him. He cursed under his breath and pulled you close to cover your ears as he looked at the others. " HEY! We have more important matters to deal with at the moment than all you digging up the past if you could shut the fuck up and clue in, we have a situation!" In an instant, all eyes were on you as Asmo pulled you back to look at you once more.

Your lips were moving but no sound left them as your eyes darted around the room. "MC, please," Asmo begged as he squeezed your hands. "Focus on me. It's Asmo. You're okay. You're safe."

"No," everyone's hearts clenched at the fractured word. "Never. Not. C-Can't," your chest heaved as tears began to drip down your cheeks. "I c-can't. Can't."

Asmo flinched back at your words, hurt filling his expression as Mammon quickly moved to take his place. "None of that human," he gently cooed as he cradled your face, you winced at his word choice. "It's alright. We're here. We ain't going anywhere. We've got you. We're gonna protect ya, alright?"

You whimpered as you shook your head frantically and struggled out of Mammon's hold. "You can't! It doesn't work. Never worked. Not safe. Not safe!" You squeezed your eyes shut as you hands made their way to your hair.

Satan cursed from beside you and shoved Mammon back. "Give them space. They're spiraling. We need to get them to breathe and ground them."

Mammon slapped the hand away and glared at his brother. "So we just let them continue freaking themself out?!" He shouted as he gestured angrily over to you.

"I believe now is not the time for family bickering," Barbatos snapped sharply as he approached the group. "It was fighting that triggered this in the first place. They-"

You couldn't make out anything else as the sound of your blood thrumming through your skull pulsed behind your ears. You wheezed as you tugged at you hair and calmped your arms down tightly over your ears.

It was too much. You needed this stop. Go back.

Please just go back.

Suddenly your breath hitched as your body stilled. Everyone took an anxious step toward you as a faint shimmer washed over your body and you suddenly became relaxed.

You blinked slowly at Asmodeus as the concerned demon frantically looked you over in confusion. "Um ... Asmo? Is everything okay?"

It was Asmodeus's turn to blink at you in shock as his perfectly-plucked eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Is everything- MC are you serious?"

A cold feeling settled into all of their stomachs as they saw nothing but pure genuine bewilderment on your expression and realized that you were, in fact, serious.

"MC," Satan began softly as he moved to sit beside you and the others. "We were all discussing what happened with Solomon and you ... Well things got out of hand and you had an panic attack."

To everyone's surprise your disoriented frown only grew deeper. "Who's Solomon?"

No one moved.

"What?" Luke whispered in disbelief.

"Who's Solomon? Why are you guys looking at me like that?" You repeated as you squirmed under the heavy tension of everyone's stare.

No one breathed.

Leviathan turned to Lucifer with all the desperation of a child seeking their parent. "Wha- What's happening? Is this some kind of sick joke?"

Diavolo pushed his way forward, his face more serious than you had ever seen it, as he looked at you. "What does the name Solomon mean to you?"

You frowned at the concern that was practically dripping from his strangely firm voice. "I think there was something about him in the Bible? I don't know."

No one even blinked

Diavolo nodded in slow consideration. "Alright. And what about pacts? Do you remember anything at all about what we just told you about your pacts? Or what you went through throughout the past two months?"

You looked at the others like they were crazy. "What do you mean? What's wrong with my pacts?"

The prince opened his mouth to speak once more but was interrupted as Lucifer stumbled over to you and quickly took your face into his hands. You yelped as he tilted your chin up, obsidian eyes scanning your face desperately. "Ah- Luci? Y-You're a little close."

The demon just ignored as he brushed your hair away from your forehead. His breath hitched, eyes growing in pure disbelief as he suddenly and desperately began to pull up your shirt sleeves, yank down the collar of your shirt, and glance down your back.

You squeaked as you harshly shoved Lucifer away and glared at him. "Oi! Peeping tom! Keep your hands to yourself and tell me what is going on!"

"They're back," Lucifer uttered, no longer addressing you, but the others. "A-All of their pacts. I don't know how, b-but."

Leviathan tsked as he shook his head, pointedly not looking at you — refusing to allow himself to get his hopes up. "That's impossible. Once the pact is gone, it doesn't come back."

Barbatos let out a hum of contemplation as he peered over at you, and the colorful pact marks, once more in their rightful place, that Lucifer had revealed. "A charm that puts them in a state where they feel safe." Everyone's heads whipped over to the butler. "MC didn't feel safe without their pacts so ..."

"It brought them back," Simeon finished in shock.

Just like that, you suddenly found yourself tackled by the twins, and a bawling Asmodeus.

As confused as you were, it didn't take a genuis to see that whatever was happening had taken a huge toll on your boys. You slowly wrapped your arms around them and looked desperately at Diavolo as they clung to the spot where their mark resided and soaked in the comforting thrum of their magic in your veins.

You had no idea what was going on. One minute you were panicking about something, though you couldn't for the life of you remember what, the next you were as you are now: relaxed and lost in the emotional chaos happening around you. It was strange. You felt like you should be more worried, or worked up, or anything to match the high levels of concern, grief and now relief pouring off the supernatural entities in the room, but you couldn't. Your thoughts remained stubbornly at ease with everything happening around you.

"Obviously I'm missing something," you stated plainly as Asmo sniffled against your neck. "Can someone please explain?"

"Not now," Beel whispered against you as he held you tightly. "Just ... We'll explain everything in a bit."

Belphie hummed in agreement as he nuzzled against his mark. "Let us be selfish and just hold you for a minute."

Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan and Satan watched the group from a distance with the others. Their brows furrowed as you reluctantly let the topic drop — the, what would've been, adorably bewildered expression not once leaving your face.

"I don't like this," Mammon mumbled to them, hands gripping tightly onto his own arms from where they crossed over his chest. "I mean, yeah, it's amazin' that the pacts are back and I'm thankful as fuck, but ..."

Satan nodded, "The implications of that and what just happened aren't nearly as nice. If that charm could put them into a coma, erase the memory of an extremely traumatic event and person, and do the impossible by bringing back their pacts, there's no saying what else it could do if MC was ever put in a life-threatening situation again."

Luke frowned and glanced over at you as he fidgeted with his hands. "D-Do you ... Do you think it could kill them?"

Barbatos gently placed a hand on the younger angel's shoulder. As he looked down at Luke, his gaze wasn't soft or comforting as it perhaps should've been, but rather serious and remorseful. Luke's breath caught in his throat at just the sight. "We don't know enough about it yet to say. Assumably, as the charm is meant to keep them safe, it shouldn't but ..."

"It's already been proven that this 'safety' is by MC's definition." Lucifer huffed. "We'll have to keep a close eye on them until we can break it."

Simeon cocked an eyebrow at the statement, peering over at the demon. "And do you think that's possible? Breaking the charm, I mean. Solomon is a powerful wizard on his own, but with those pacts," he let out a shaky breath as he shook his head. "He was unlike any creature I've ever seen."

Diavolo took in the angel's words. He stood strong and stern, his mouth fixed in a strange frown as his soft eyes carefully kept watch over you and the younger brothers. "Solomon may have been powerful, but he would've had all the pacts in the world and still be alone with the way that he chose to live his life. MC has something he will never have," The prince smiled as looked over to Lucifer. "They have a family."

His smile grew slightly more solemn as he turned to Simeon. "I trust you, Simeon. You may not always be the perfect angel, but you are a good person," The angel's eyes widened as his lips parted for inaudible words. " I trust you. If you say that Solomon is taken care of, I trust that he is no longer a threat to MC or anyone else."

"But-" Levi tried to cut in, only to get stopped by Diavolo raising a hand.

"However," he continued, his voice dropping dangerously as his golden eyes hardened. "If I hear a single word about him causing any kind of trouble or interacting with my people again-"

"Then I'll bring him here myself," Simeon finished, his voice equally as cold. "And you and the others will be free to do whatever you please."

Diavolo hummed, his smile returning, revealing his deadly canines. "Then we have an agreement. As for the charm, we have nine of the most powerful demons in the Devildom and two extremely talented angels on our side. I imagine there isn't much we aren't able to do when we work together, wouldn't you agree Lucifer?"

Without taking his eyes away from your sheepishly smiling self, his mark practically sparkling in its proper place as you were smothered in the arms of his family, Lucifer couldn't help but smile. "Yes. I suppose you're right."

It was hard to say what the future held. The charm held a number of threats and worries that none of them could ever predict. Solomon was still out there somewhere and though he may not have power now, it was only a matter of time before he found an alternate solution. The brothers' were all healing from an event that you had no memory whatsoever about. Things were a mess.

But,

You were home. At least for now, you were safe. And most importantly, you were all together again.

And the brothers' supposed that for now that would be enough.

***Thank you all so so much for coming on this crazy journey! I do hope you all enjoyed it! This was both frustrating, sad, and so beautiful to write, but I hope you all love it as much as I do. Thank you all for the love and support that you constantly amaze me with. Remember to keep loving and supporting each other! -B***

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