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hopeluna-archived · 10 months

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Lay a little love on me! | Obey Me!

Synopsis: the Obey Me! characters when you're feeling needy

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Diavolo

CW: suggestive but no nsfw content

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✘Lucifer

"Lucifer, are you done?"

The said demon sighs, with a hint of a smirk, when he hears your question. A question you had asked 10 times in the last 5 minutes.

"Just a few more minutes, darling"

"That's what you said a few more minutes ago...." Lucifer could hear you mutter under your breath with a pout. You didn't mean to be so....needy but what were you supposed to do when Lucifer had been practically ignoring you for the whole day and instead choosing to focus on his work.

Lucifer had to hold back a smug chuckle when you twisted and turned, all pouty and furrowed eyebrows as you scrolled away on your D.D.D. He wouldn't deny that seeing you like this, so starved of his attention, didn't make him feel cocky.

"Come here." A simple command, one that you followed hastily thinking it would be to help him with work, which would mean getting it done faster. What you didn't expect was for Lucifer to firmly, but gently, pull you down to straddle his lap. "Good now?" Lucifer smirked when you nodded, although surprised but happy, snuggled more close to him, his hand resting a little bit too up on your thigh.

He was definitely not going to get all his work done.

✘Mammon

Mammon almost jumped out of his skin in terror when you practically pounced on him as soon as he entered his room, latching onto him so close, hands ready to wander.

"M-MC, what are ye doing?"

"Missed you today" his face felt like it was burning when you started peppering kisses on the column of his neck, "so busy", a kiss, "all", another, "day", and again another kiss accentuated by every word. At that point, Mammon's head was surely going to explode at how lightheaded it felt when you whispered a 'need you' in his ear.

Mammon had been out all day today, courtesy of Lucifer making him work several shifts as a punishment and a way to pay back all the money he had spent away gambling the other week. You had been too busy at RAD with the student council too and so you couldn't even catch a glimpse of him properly without being swept away to look into another issue.

This had undoubtedly left you hot and bothered as it was rare to not see you two attached at the hip.

Mammon didn't say anything, instead choosing to lead you to the bed, falling over you with a grunt as he started nipping desperately at the crook of your neck. He could never say no to you now, could he?

✘Diavolo

You were slowly starting to get bored of the gala. The chatter of the people fading into the background as white music, the annoying kind of white noise. You would rather much have stayed in bed with Diavolo or maybe even a nice walk outside, the weather was certainly pleasant today.

Speaking of the demon, not that he had been neglecting you but he was defintely too preoccupied with his guests. Normally it wouldn't have bothered you, he is the future king of devildom, you understand that he has responsibilities.

Its the amount of women and men throwing themselves at your lover when you were right there, Diavolo's arm around you. All so eager to please the royal with their sweet complements and praises. All that Diavolo took with a smile, as he had to.

Your patience, which was already hanging by a thread, snapped when a certain demon was getting a bit too touchy to be considered appropriate. Taking Diavolo's hand in yours in a tight grip, you promptly proceeded to lead him away from the crowd to a quiet hallway just beside it.

"MC, are you alrig- " Diavolo was startled to say the least when you pulled him down to kiss you with such fervour. No matter how unexpected this was, he was definitely not complaining about the change of events, his face had already started to hurt from having to keep up a smile with even the not so pleasant guests.

When Diavolo pulled you more into him, the kiss getting deeper and more languid, you really hoped that somehow the demon from before had accidentally ventured out in the hallway to make it known to them who Diavolo really wanted.

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misc-obeyme · 5 months

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had this idea where dia sees mc while at RAD, wiping some tears away from their eyes. he has a brief "i'll kill whoever caused this" thought before asking mc what happened :((( and they just laugh bc they're tired and have been yawning a lot

Oh ho ho anon, I love this idea so I had to write a little drabble about it. I hope that's okay! I just love protective Dia lol.

Diavolo is wandering the halls, smiling at students as he passes by, taking in the bustling activity of his school. It's a normal thing that he does and while he's maintaining his usual air of friendliness, he knows he lights up when he spots you across the hall.

Diavolo makes his way toward you, ready to call out your name. You were turned slightly away, but now you move slightly and come fully into his view. His heart sinks as he watches you wipe tears away from your eyes.

The way his stomach collapses in on itself as he feels the anger rising in his chest causes him to pause. He takes a deep breath, knowing he should speak to you first, but he can't stop that fleeting thought. I'll kill whoever caused this.

You look at him when he puts a hand on the small of your back. To his surprise, you smile brightly, clearly happy to see him.

"MC," he says, his tone low and serious. "I'm afraid I saw your tears just now. May I ask what happened?"

Your smile turns into a bubbling laugh that sends him reeling. Did he so badly misinterpret your mood?

"I'm sorry," you say through your laughter. "I was just yawning because I'm tired. It makes my eyes water."

Diavolo stares at you for a moment before laughing himself. "Ahaha! I see! Forgive me for jumping to conclusions, MC!"

"That's all right," you say, clearly amused by this turn of events.

Diavolo's expression becomes serious as he meets your eyes. He cups your cheek and says quietly, "If you ever do find yourself in such a situation, I hope you will come to me for assistance."

He watches as a slight blush rises in your cheeks as you reassure him that you will. It's enough to quell his desire to protect you, for now.

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azulashengrottospiano · 1 year

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SUMMARY: It's snowing in the Devildom because someone messed up, and now you have to take shelter at the Demon Lord's Castle.

CHARACTER: Diavolo.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: that someone was probably solomon. he made a food that changed the weather or smth idk. only he would do that.

~~~~~

“Are you still cold?” Diavolo murmured, scooting closer to you.

You shuddered as you clutched the blanket around your shoulders, the mug of hot chocolate Barbatos had prepared for you untouched. The fireplace in front of you crackled with life as the snow slammed into the windows of the Demon Lord’s castle.

“Yeah.” you shuddered, pulling the blankets tighter around your shoulders, “But I’m...thankful you let me stay here for the time being. I can’t imagine walking back to the House of Lamentation in this weather.”

“Why, of course!” he said, completely repulsed by the idea of leaving you out there, “Besides, this is an opportunity to have you to myself, if you don’t mind me saying so.”

You laughed, slumping over against his shoulder. Diavolo jerked at the sudden contact before resting his head overtop of yours, a soft smile on his face.

“Of course I don’t mind, Diavolo. Though I must say. I should be the one that’s glad to have you to myself.” you snickered, soaking up his body heat.

“Oh! Really?” he laughed, face warming at the implication.

“Yeah, you’re always working so hard or wrapped up with RAD. We hardly get to spend time alone like this.” you sighed contently, snuggling closer to the Prince of the Devildom, “I’ve missed you.”

“Oh...” he felt his face grow even hotter at your confession, eyes boring into your form.

You were slumped over and snuggling against him as if he wasn’t the most powerful and influential demon in the Devildom, giving him the touch he’d longed for for years. The casual way you treated him was intoxicating, and if he had one wish to make he would wish for your treatment to never end.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, head tilted forward to look at him.

“Oh, yeah! Everything is fine.” he laughed, cupping your face tenderly, “I just...adore you.”

As he held you as gently as a man like him could, he tucked away this memory of you. Wrapped up in his blankets with you in his arms, the Devildom might as well have been the Celestial Realm.

#auburn's fics <3 #drabbles <3 #om diavolo x reader #om x reader #diavolo x reader #diavolo fluff #obey me x reader #obey me fluff #obey me diavolo x reader

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fridayth13 · 9 months

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Hi! Can I request one of my favorite tropes: getting caught in the rain with Simeon and Diavolo?

—when you get caught in the rain

↳ diavolo and simeon × gn!reader (separately)

↳ genre: fluff | wordcount: 400+ | warnings: physical touch, playing in the rain (simeon)

↳ notes: sorry this took so long hdshkfdjdfhj but hi, thank you for the rq ^^ it was really fun once i actually got around to it hgdgjgdhhdh

—diavolo: he gives you his jacket

"....oh dear."

he only wanted to walk you home :(

diavolo had worked tirelessly for the past week to get all his paperwork done so he could see you

this just happened to be the lucky day he finished early and found you before you left rad

well. it was lucky

and he supposed it still was.. besides the rain

really, he didn't mind so long as he got to be in your company.. but he wasn't entirely sure if you felt the same

you seemed to notice the disappointment on his face

"hey, it's alright. let's go find a cafe to take cover in for now. how about it?"

it was amazing how you could do that so easily, he couldn't help but think. you just seemed to take bad situations and make them better wherever you went

the smile that appeared on his face as he looked at you comes easily

diavolo chuckled to himself, quickly shrugging off his jacket as the rain started to grow a little heavier

he placed the jacket around you, pulling the collar over your head to cover you

his large hand finds the small of your back as he briskly walks you towards town

"that would be delightful, mc."

and now you have a happy diavolo <3

—simeon : he asks you to dance

well, simeon can't say he expected this, but he isn't too bothered

"rain certainly has its own timing, doesn't it?"

you and simeon found yourself stranded under a bus stop on the way to the library for a study session

thankfully, you didn't seem too perturbed about the situation either

"i used to want to play in the rain as a kid"

simeon smiled. "oh?"

"yeah.. i mean, who doesn't? seems like it'd be fun."

simeon hummed in agreement. then you watched as his expression lit up. the angel only laughs when you raise an eyebrow at his demeanor

"aha.. don't worry, don't worry. i just had an idea, is all."

"oh. what is it?"

"depends. do you still want to go out dancing in the rain?"

most angelic blessings don't really work on himself, but simeon was happy to give you a temporary shielding halo to act as a mini-umbrella

though simeon didn't quite enjoy his clothes sticking to his skin with the rainwater, he found that the excitement in your eyes was more than worth it

especially as he took your hand in his and pulled you into a twirl

why, he was so enamored with you, he couldn't bear to hide his delight when you decided to twirl him back right after

dividers from @clutteredfun

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equizona · 1 year

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Please do Child/Teen mc who see Diavolo as a dad bc they spend too much time with him

⤷ SEEING HIM AS YOUR DAD

diavolo || obey me

gender-neutral reader, teenage reader

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you never said which characters you wanted so I'm writing for Diavolo only, let me know who else you wanted

⤷ DIAVOLO, THE DEVILDOM PRINCE

He is ecstatic over how much time you spend with him! He didn't expect the exchange student to be so young in human years as well, nor did he expect you to be so eager to spend time with him!

He's good at hiding it, but the more observant of the others can see how smug he is about it. I mean, it's so obvious that he's your favorite.

He notices pretty quick when you start treating him as a father figure. At first, he was a little unsure if this was good between an exchange student and himself, but he doesn't mind it and you seem happy, so what's the problem?

After some time passes, he even grows to encourage it! His father left him behind pretty early on in his own life, so he is more than happy to fill that role in your life. He steps into the role as much as he can, teaching you whatever he can!

If you ever call him something along the lines of 'dad' he might burst into tears over how happy he is. He's rather grateful that you trust him enough to see him in such a light.

Despite how honored he feels, he does ask that you keep from referring to him in such a manner in public. You have enough people who are unhappy with his wish for peace, he doesn't want you getting a target on your back for being particularly close with him.

#obey me #obey me x reader #om #om x reader #om diavolo #om diavolo x reader #obey me diavolo #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me teenage mc

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mostmouse · 1 year

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Hello! I found your blog from AO3, and I really like your NSFW Alphabet with Diavolo. I like your dia the most because of love, from a king to an ordinary person.

can i request diavolo x reader for Obey Me! Nightbringer? I want to know what the story will be when the future reader meets the past diavolo

hey! i love the NSFW alphabet too! its such a fun little pet project :) i wanted to get this out even thought nightbringer isnt out yet. its not as cute or warm as my other dia fics but here's my interpretation of past dia!

No Longer Your Demon (Diavolo x GN!Reader, rating: suggestive)

Everything around you was dark. You couldn’t tell which way was up, or if your eyes were open or closed. Did you even feel the weight of gravity pulling on your body?

You were beyond confused, however, you weren’t scared. Worse things had happened to you in your bizarre life. Deciding to wait it out, you relaxed, hoping if you were trapped in some sort of haywire spell, not fighting would get you released quicker. If it worked for quicksand, why not in other completely unrelated situations?

Finally, you found yourself being pulled downwards, the familiar feeling of your body weight coming back to you. Breathing deeply, you watched as your vision became fuzzy and blurred, then finally clearing up. Looking around, if you’d had to hazard a guess, you were in the Demon Lord’s castle.

Standing up, holding onto the wall to gather your bearings, you took inventory of where you were. You were very familiar with the Demon Lord’s castle, considering how much time you spent there. But somehow, it seemed different. Things weren’t as bright as they usually were, the once lavish and ornate gold seeming more oppressive and heavy.

Beginning your way down the corridor, you reached out and stroked the curtains as you slowly made your way. What was wrong with this part of the castle? Had Barbatos neglected it? No, that didn’t seem right. You thought hard about where you were, but the decor didn’t seem familiar to you at all.

Up ahead, you saw a quick flash of black. Picking up the pace, you called out softly, “Little D! Hey, come back here!” To your disappointment, however, the lesser demon didn’t appear before you. Usually they fawned all over you, not only having Diavolo’s favor drawing them towards you, but also just being kind to them made them flock to you.

Whining slightly. You slowed down before stopping. Something wasn’t right... You grabbed your D.D.D. and turned the screen on. It seemed to be working just fine, except the time and date wouldn’t display. What was that supposed to mean?

Grumbling, you slipped it back into your pocket, taking a step forward before the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. Suddenly, Barbatos appeared before you, very much in your personal space. You jumped, but then smiled, “Barb-” Before you could even finish your sentence, suddenly you were in his room.

He regarded you carefully, his eyes raking over you slowly. “What are you doing here?” His piercing gaze met yours finally, and you saw confusion in them. Feeling a tad bit nervous, you fidgeted. Barbatos was never confused.

“I- Well, I don’t actually know. I don’t remember what I was doing before, but suddenly I was sitting in the hallway. I tried to flag down one of the little D’s but he totally ignored me. What’s going on anyways? Something isn’t right here...”

The demon before you sighed, a chair suddenly appearing behind you and he pushed you into it. “You’re in the wrong timeline.” He kneeled before you, “You belong thousands of years to the future. Where- well, when we are now... My Lord has only just debuted as Prince of the Devildom. The Demon King fell into his slumber not too many centuries ago. And the angels- well, demon brothers, they’ve fallen only just recently.”

Your mind reeled as his gaze never left yours, never blinking, watching you intently. “You... Okay, what? I don’t think I’m following. At least, you know who I am, right?” Suddenly you were desperate to hear his voice comforting you. How did this happen? You had a million questions, but none seemed to come out.

“Don’t panic, please. I’m sure there’s an explanation for this, but I wanted to let you know your situation. I’m sure there’s a way to fix this. But as of this moment, I can’t find a path back to your own time. Please, bear with me as I try to figure out a solution.”

Much to his frustration, your gaze seemed to grow more and more curious. “Do you think-”

“No.” His voice was finite. He knew exactly what you were going to ask, he didn’t need his powers to tell that much. You were about to be an unending thorn on his side, you already had no self preservation in the present, but he was confident that you didn’t understand how much danger you could be in in this situation.

“You didn’t even-” Your mouth snapped shut as he glared at you. In your time - apparently - he would never act like this. He was strict, yes, and hid behind a sometimes scary smile, but he was seldom ever outwardly aggressive. You could count on one hand how many times he had been so severe looking.

“You are to stay here until I can find a solution to this predicament. Do not leave, and do not touch anything. I shall bring you refreshments shortly.” He got up to leave, a door appearing suddenly before him. Turning to look at you once more, his tail flicking behind him, “I will know if you leave, consider yourself lucky that you’re not already restrained.”

With that, the door snapped closed behind him, disappearing as quickly as it had materialized. You sighed, shoulders slumping. What were you supposed to do here, then? It wasn’t as if he had any gaming consoles or art supplies, not even a damn window to look out of forlornly.

Standing up, you wandered around in the seemingly vast but small space. All the stairs and doors were intriguing, but you couldn’t seem to reach any of them. It was rare to ever be alone in his room, you weren’t quite sure how to navigate it. Closing your eyes and focusing on your magic, you were pleased to find it hadn’t diminished, considering you were so far back in the past.

As you called up your teleportation magic, you wondered about Barbatos’s words. The brothers had only recently fallen? The Demon King just went to sleep practically years ago? What did that mean for your demon? Was Diavolo completely different back then- or well, now? You knew he had always had a penchant for peace, he had met with Lucifer countless times when he was still an angel.

The familiar pull of teleporting within the Devildom to Diavolo’s room was as natural as breathing, and without thinking too hard about what Barbatos would do to you once he found you, you let your magic take you.

The sound of rushing wind overwhelmed you then stopped. Silence spread around you as you cautiously opened your eyes. It was the same dark drab atmosphere of the hallway you had appeared in. Walking forward slightly, you held your tongue as you kicked something.

Grabbing your D.D.D., you used your flashlight to look around and collect your bearings. Well, this was the same room you and Diavolo spent all your time in, but it wasn’t his room. Uncomfortable, you made your way through the makeshift storage room, various furniture items covered in sheets. Finally reaching the window, you dragged the heavy drapes to the side, and observed the luxurious royal gardens below.

They were beautiful, of course. But it seemed to be lacking the exotic foliage of the human world and select items from the Celestial Realm. Humming thoughtfully, you made your way to the door before pausing. How soon until Barbatos realized you weren’t in his room? You were sure his punishment would be severe, probably borderline torturous. He didn’t seem to be as forgiving and warm as the Barbatos from your time.

You tucked your D.D.D. away, meditating on your position for a moment. You had always been able to locate Diavolo after the two of you had become so close, years together reflecting in your magical abilities to seek him out.

As you opened your eyes, breathing slowly and calmly, a small thread appeared before you. Smiling gently, you reached out to it, twirling it around your fingers and palm before teleporting yourself to the end of it.

The sounds of Diavolo’s office were muted as he worked. He had large blueprints in front of him, something he had been eager to begin construction on. Now that there were angels turned demons in his realm, he felt he could finally begin stitching the three worlds together.

Barbatos had helped him come up with a sort of educational facility. He planned to call it the Royal Academy of Diavolo. Not to toot his own horn, but considering it was his goal to unite the worlds, he could be a little selfish and name it after him.

He wanted to have the angels- or, demons now, get to know about the culture in their new home. They had separated out and gone on differing rampages, not that it bothered him any. The Devildom was vast; countless lost souls, tortured beings, and lesser demons populating the place. He could let the newly transformed brothers have their fill, after all, he was known to go on large hunting trips as well.

On such trips, he was able to survey his kingdom and lands, as well as indulge in a bit of temptation. He had taken a few demons as concubines, slaughtered others, and consumed lesser demons and lost souls more times than he could count. However, he had no concubines at the moment. All of them bored him sooner or later, their fear of him rapidly becoming exhausting to deal with, or their lust for power annoying him.

He wanted to find someone to be his equal. He had made a deal with Lucifer, the strongest of the brothers, but he had yet to come around and spend quality time. Diavolo enjoyed watching them raze areas of the Devildom, he knew in the long run it would bring them closer to him.

Golden eyes suddenly darted up, something - or someone - was appearing before him. However, it wasn’t Barbatos, and none of the brothers had been permitted past the magic barrier that surrounded the castle. So who was audacious enough to materialize directly in front of the Demon Prince?

Slowly but surely, a human appeared. Your build a dead giveaway, considering you had no demonic adornments or a glamour he could sense. He could feel his fingers twitch as he held them at his sides. Finally, you became solid, your body and soul joining together after your teleportation and you opened your eyes.

Molten gaze met your own and you grinned. Waving a hand, you called out to your demon. “Hi Dia! Or, well I know you don’t know me yet, but I just couldn’t stand to stay away from you. Please don’t call Barbatos!” Your hands clasped together in front of you as you begged.

Bewildered, he simply regarded you in silence. Dia? Was that supposed to be him? You spoke so familiarly, and you mentioned Barbatos with hardly any fear, and an almost equal amount of familiarity. Just who were you? And most of all, “A human?”

His voice was deep, and without the warmth you were so familiar with. Your smile strained for a moment. “Yeah! I- uh, I’m sort of... Well, we’re very close in the future. Something weird happened and uhm, here I am! Thousands of years in the past...” You looked sheepish, and he couldn’t sense any deception from your words.

Your trailing off at what you were had him slightly on edge. Who were you? What were you doing here? You knew him well enough to call him by a nickname - there were only a handful of others that called him by his name, most referring to him simply as ‘your majesty’.

Even with the Demon King asleep, the demons in the Devildom wasted no time in the pomp of addressing him as true royalty. Afterall, he hadn’t been in the public for very long, only recently mingling with his denizens. But you... You weren’t a part of the Devildom. You were from the human world, but most of all you were still alive.

“What are you doing here? You’re not a lost soul, so you must have a reason for being here.” His gaze was unwavering, you weren’t even sure if he had blinked yet since you appeared before him. He walked around his large desk, his wings flaring behind him as his glittering jewels caught the light.

You couldn’t help it as you took one step backwards, and his intense stare immediately went to your feet. You stood straight, holding your ground as he stopped in front of you, molten gold eyes staring deep into yours.

“I-” You cleared your throat, “I don’t know why I’m here, specifically. But in my timeline, you invited me here. The exchange program, you know?” His eyes didn’t move, watching you closely as you spoke. When he didn’t answer, you licked your lips nervously, continuing out of nervousness. “We were close, you and I. I lived at the House of Lamentation with the brothers. I’ve been in the Devildom for years now.”

“Lived. Where do you live now?” His voice was deep and it had your heart fluttering. At your confused look, he reached out, hand under your jaw and tilting your head up, eyes examining your face, neck, and shoulders. “You said you lived with the angels- the demons, I mean. So, where do you live now, where you’re from?”

His eyes found yours again, intense curiosity in them, yet lacking warmth. “W-With you. We’re together, romantically, I mean. You had asked me to move in with you and so... Well, I did. I went to our room but it doesn’t seem to be used as your bedroom now, which I thought was interesting.” Your weak laughter brought no love to his gaze, his eyes wandering around your body again.

His nail beneath your jaw was sharp, and you felt if you moved even an inch, it would cut into your soft skin. “You went there? Did you use your teleportation magic?” You nodded slightly, feeling his claw press into you sharply, but as far as you could tell, there was no blood yet.

Suddenly, a sharp tap echoed against the large heavy wooden doors. Barbatos entered quickly, glaring at the back of your head before regarding his master. “They had express directions to not stray from where I put them. My apologies, My Lord. Please, allow me to escort them back.”

You shuddered at his tone. He was very not happy with you. Swallowing, you could feel his piercing gaze behind you. Humming in thought, Diavolo finally looked at his friend, “I think I’ll keep them here, Barbatos. Would you bring us some tea and snacks? I’d like to entertain them.”

Flinching as Barbatos left, the door closing sharply, you gazed up at Diavolo. Finally, his hand left you, and you resisted the urge to rub at where his nail had scratched you. He turned back towards his desk, and with a wave of his hand, the papers began to roll themselves up.

You moved to sit in the chair before him, looking up at him with caution. You were stiff in your spot, and Diavolo watched as you fidgeted slightly. “So, tell me more about your time here in the Devildom. I’m very interested to hear it.” His hands steepled in front of him as he rested his jaw on them.

“Oh, well, I was one of the first human exchange students. It was rough in the beginning being here, but you made every effort to make sure I was comfortable and safe. I’ll always be so grateful to you for that. Over the months and years, we grew closer and closer, and well. We sort of, uh, well, fell in love.”

Your words were hushed towards the end, a bit embarrassed and something else you couldn’t quite describe. You weren’t afraid of him, but there was a seed of doubt planted in the bottom of your belly. Barbatos returned to lay out an afternoon spread before you. Without speaking, or looking at you, he poured tea and promptly left once more.

Pursing your lips, your eyes flicked up to Diavolo who was still staring intensely at you. “You were a student? Then surely you were attending the Academy that I’m going to build.” You smiled softly, nodding your head as you reached out to grab a small sandwich that you recognized to be safe for human consumption.

He made no move to eat or drink, and continued to watch you. “I’ve always been fascinated by humans. Tell me, how intimately do I know you?” Swallowing your food, you cleared your throat, looking at him and then down to your lap. “Since you mentioned we are romantically involved, I simply assumed we are also lovers. Is that incorrect?”

He could tell by your suddenly bashful attitude that he was right. He wanted to know everything, was he really intimate with a human? He had lusted after them more times he could count, yet he always ended up breaking those he took. Demons were sturdier, but he couldn’t deny how soft a human felt. They held a special place within him. He would say in his heart, but he had never felt anything more than a passing curiosity about them, so he couldn’t say whether or not he was actually fond of them.

Chewing your lip for a moment, “Uhm, yeah we are actually. It's, well, it's very nice.” Your smile was timid, and your shoulders pressed forward, making yourself smaller in the chair. His tongue traced over his teeth as he watched you move around.

“Are you afraid?” His question was simple, but your feelings were anything but. You didn’t think you were afraid of him, but you couldn’t help but feel unsettled. It was as if you had no barrier between what could possibly go wrong, and you understood now why Barbatos was so insistent that you stay in his room.

This version of Diavolo didn’t feel anything towards you, wasn’t kind or courteous. Your Diavolo had been socialized around others for countless years, learning to not be so serious, and how to interact. The Diavolo before you didn’t have those types of bonds. Didn’t have the regality you loved.

You shuffled in your seat, breathing deeply as you addressed him, knowing full well he would be able to tell if you lied to him. “No, I’m not afraid of you. I’m scared of the situation, of the unfamiliar environment I’m in. But I’ve never been and never will be afraid of you, my little prince.” That had him blinking in surprise. You weren’t being dishonest. And he could understand your trepidation at the situation at hand, objectively.

Little Prince... What a charming pet name to be called. He had never guessed that he would have a lover, and a human one at that. You were kind, he could tell that much. You looked soft and warm, and he yearned to sink his teeth into you. He wanted to feel how you felt under him, how you would beg him to be gentle.

Grinning at you suddenly, he felt the excitement in his blood, “Well then. It's settled. You’ll be staying here with me in the castle. Barbatos will solve the issues at hand when he’s able, but you,” He stood, imposing body towering over yours, and you felt your breath catch in your lungs. “You shall stay with me. I look forward to the ways you’ll show love to me, human. And please, for your sake, I hope you don’t hold back.”

You felt cold all of a sudden, as the demon who appeared to be your lover rounded the desk. The tea had gone cold and the food was forgotten. Gripping your hand tightly, enough to make you yelp and grab at his wrist, he hauled you up out of the chair, dangling you by your feet slightly.

“Let us make our way towards the bedroom. I’m sure you’ll find it to your liking. Should you have any tales of our time together, I’m very interested in hearing them.” Dread pooled in your belly, feet tapping at the floors as he dragged you swiftly through the hallways.

Passing by the kitchens, you saw Barbatos’s dark gaze in passing. How badly you wanted to reach out to him, ask him to help you, to save you from this demon. But your inner pleas went unanswered, powerless to work against his Lord. He had warned you after all, but you simply refused to listen. You’d have to deal with the consequences, and the prince’s insatiable curiosity with humans in every possible way.

#diavolo x reader #OM diavolo x reader #obey me #omswd #diavolo obey me #obey me diavolo #no source canon yet - we die like lilith

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the-great-chimera · 1 year

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Demon mc gets stressed and subconsciously tugs at their horns and rub at the base where they grow out from similarly to how human will sometimes pull at their hair or pick at their skin.

A self soothing action found in demons with high anxiety.

Diavolo noticed this action over time and made a point to have you sit next to him or one of the other lords for comfort. If he catches mc, reaching to tug at their horns, he will gently take their hands and shake his head authoritatively. " No tugging, it'll hurt you"

Mc puts their hands back down as diavolo gives them scratches and pets on the spot in between their horns. He dgaf who sees, what is anyone gonna do??? He's the prince, and you're his favorite.

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me shall we date #obey me x male reader #obey me x reader #om diavolo #obey me diavolo #obey me diavolo banner #diavolo imagine #diavolo #om! diavolo #diavolo fluff #nightbringer theories #om! nightbringer #obey me nightbringer lucifer #obey me nightbringer #nightbringer spoilers #diavolo x mc

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temis-de-leon · 2 months

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Pick me girls and Dateables - Part 3

Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon (x reader, separately)

Part 1 - Lucifer, Mammon and Levi (x reader, separately)

Part 2 - Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie (x reader, separately)

Masterlist

CW: pick me girl behavior, suggestive, mentions of sex, mentions of violence and threats, mentions of concubines (no concubines, tho), implied marriage (??), jealous mc, some fluff, some hurt, some comfort, the most ooc out of every part of the series, Barbatos's part is based on one of his chats (A patissier's suffering?)

A/N at the end.

Diavolo

So the Devildom had concubines, what about it? It's not like Diavolo had any concubines. You were his only partner and, apparently, the first one in a long while. You had nothing to worry about.

Still, it was impossible not to feel so dejected when every single one of the demons in his court buttered him up so blatantly, not caring that you were next to him, arms linked and fingers intertwined.

And he smiled. Of course, what else could he do but smile? He had a duty to fulfill and that probably meant keeping certain people happy, right?

At least, that was the mantra in your head. Your heart kept hurting itself, but having a reason made it manageable.

"Well? Have you thought about it?"

You turned to your side and stared at the demoness beside you. She was mesmerizing and looking at her directly made you lose focus.

Have I thought about it? I haven't stop thinking about it.

"Remember that I'm acting on behalf of his wellbeing" she said sweetly, caressing your wrist like she wanted to flirt with you "And I guess I could make you happy too"

That made you laugh without an ounce of humor. Both of you knew she wasn't being serious about that one and you wondered why she said it in the first place. Making her Diavolo's concubine would make her his wife in everything but paper. Did she expect giving you orgasms would make you happier about it?

"Leave me alone" you whispered against your drink, not trusting your voice to act decently.

"How can you be so selfish?" she spat, leaving you speechless "This is for his own good. How long will you live, human? Do you expect him to be alone after your death? My only wish is to keep him company once you're gone and starting now would make the transition easier. He'll still love you, sure, but this way he could be happier. How can you not understand something so simple?"

A demon she was, you remembered. Had you been a regular human, you would've believed her concerned face, but to you it was obvious how impatient she was and how much she wanted to leave you there, alone and breaking, so she could finally speak to Diavolo.

"MC"

Both of you jumped, turning around just to see Barbatos's unfazed smile.

"Lord Diavolo asks for you" he informed when you didn't answer, too surprised to react. "Follow me if you please"

"If I may" intervened your companion, close to giving you a heart attack "I must speak to Prince Diavolo. It's an urgent matter"

The butler looked at you, asking for your permission, but you didn't know how to react. It seemed your throat decided to stop working at that exact moment.

"Very well, then"

The demoness eagerly jumped at his words, not wasting a second in leaving the corner you were occupying to look for the prince, who had finally stopped talking to his subjects and was sitting alone in his throne.

Barbatos stared at her before offering you his arm.

"You have nothing to worry about"

He seemed confident, so you believed him. However, the distance you walked towards the throne felt longer than ever.

Your boyfriend looked unnaturally serious at your arrival, an expression his face was not made for. It softened when he saw you, but, still, he didn't fully smile.

"My love, come here" he palmed his thigh and not in a million years would you reject that offer.

Diavolo smiled at the speed you moved, barely restraining himself from kissing you. Instead, he turned to the demoness and presented her to you.

"I believe you've met her already, MC. Did you know about her offer? Did you know she wishes to serve me?"

He patiently waited for your answer, holding you against his chest and caressing your hip bones with the pad of his fingers and the tip of his nails, making you shiver.

Serve? That's the word she decided to use? She wasn't lying, sure, but it was far from the intention she actually had.

"We talked about it" you said in the end.

There was silence for a few seconds, broken only by the sounds of people still drinking and dancing. Diavolo and Barbatos looked at each other, having a conversation no one else could hear.

"I take it you rejected her proposition?"

Obviously.

You nodded and he cupped your face with a sad frown. Your heart skipped a beat.

"That's a pity, my love"

For a moment you moved away from him, too lost in your incredulity to answer or even acknowledge the crazy smile on the demoness's face, but, not even a second later, Diavolo brought you back to him and continued.

"She would've make a wonderful lady in waiting"

Huh?

"Wait, what?"

Both of you ignored the woman, who looked like she'd been slapped in the face with something rotten, which, in her mind, was probably accurate.

"I asked to serve you, my Lord, not the human..."

"Beware your words" interrupted Barbatos, his tail swishing behind him like a whip.

She stopped talking then, very obviously swallowing her opinions. Diavolo speaked again.

"By serving you, she'll serve me. Give her an opportunity to make you happy and, if she fails, we'll get rid of her"

What did he mean, get rid of her? You opened your mouth to ask, but he jerked his leg, making you jump. His smile was wide, but his eyes held a warning.

You decided to let it go.

"Okay"

Diavolo laughed as loud as he usually did, finally hugging you and ignoring both Barbatos's reprimanding glance and the demoness's sour expression.

But wait.

Wait.

He said 'lady in waiting'. Like... Uh...

Were you getting married?

Barbatos

'I'll be waiting in the classroom'

That's what his last message said.

And you'd never be dumb enough to reject that invitation. ¿Spending time with your boyfriend and eating his homemade cookies? Hell yeah!

You just had to be careful not to catch Beel's attention, avoiding the main hallways and hiding between the taller students, which were almost everyone.

By the time you finally arrived to the classroom (you got lost, but you'd never admit that to anyone), you were fairly sure all of your classmates had already gone home.

Alas, you were wrong.

Barbatos's figure was as composed as ever, but you knew him just enough to know how irritated he actually was. Were you this late? It was never your intention!

But no, no, that wasn't the root of the problem.

You knew her, kinda. Not personally, but you'd seen her a lot of times in the castle, cleaning plates in the kitchen or clearing up the table after one of Diavolo's dinner parties. She looked weird in the school's uniform instead of the one the maids used, but you guessed they too had to go to RAD, just like the brothers did.

So why did Barbatos look so uncomfortable?

Both of them stared at you when you entered, walking towards him while staring at her in search of an explanation.

"MC! You're finally here"

He smiled at you with candid eyes, discreetly holding your hand and restraining himself from kissing you in front of the girl, who cleared her throat to break the moment and grinned at Barbatos like you weren't there at all.

Foolish mistake if you'd ever seen one.

Your boyfriend frowned before turning in her direction, clearly giving her one last oportunity before kicking her out of there and reclaiming his alone time with you.

The girl purposely made herself meek, lowering her gaze as if making visual contact with him was too much, something you could totally understand.

"Master Barbatos, please, I'm begging you. I just wish to learn"

You raised your eyebrows and waited for his answer. Instead, she kept talking.

"I'll follow every one of your orders, sir, I promise" arms behind her back and body slightly swaying, you now understood why he was in the edge of snapping "The others don't appreciate you as much as I do. I'll be your best student"

He stared at her, you stared at her, she stared at him, batting her lashes with a weirdly fake innocent smile.

Her demeanor vanished when the Royal Butler spoke.

"I recomend you stop this nonsense at once" he finally said, breaking the uncomfortable silence "You're embarrassing yourself and Lord Diavolo's service's good reputation"

The poor maid gaped like a fish, although you weren't feeling bad for her.

You stayed behind him, closing the distance as much as possible while staring at her over his shoulder. If you ate a cookie now, would it be too much? He'd probably forgive you, but you'd rather not risk your chances.

"You will stay on cleaning duty as long as I say and you will stop the rumors that I know have been traveling all around the castle"

She lowered her gaze again, this time in submission and humiliation. His voice sounded venomous and you could swear the room's temperature dropped a few degrees. The air was still and smelled damped and rottening.

"If the gossip hasn't disappear by midnight, rest assured, I will make sure you keep your mouth fully shut"

The threat was clear in his words, something that shouldn't, but still surprised you. The maid trembled in response before bowing and running out the classroom.

You stared at the door in surprise, not turning around until he talked again.

"Do forgive me, my dear, but you know how much I dispise rats"

He sounded scarier than ever, letting his forked tongue slip between his teeth before he searched around the room, like he was trying to find more pests.

Then, he turned to you and smiled like nothing happened, holding a cookie to your mouth as the tips of his gloved fingers caressed your jaw.

"Let's forget about this ordeal, MC. After all, I saved these just for you"

Solomon

If there was something worse than feeling jealous, it was Solomon knowing you were jealous.

You thought you could catch a break, uh? Well, you couldn't be more wrong: your boyfriend knew the moment he saw you staring at that witch.

She was cute, you guessed? Nothing exceptional, but not hideous either. You wouldn't mind at all if not for the fact that she used her appearance like a nuclear weapon.

"Oh, you're so cute!" she'd told you once "I wish I was as cute as you!"

And at first you thought nothing of it. She was just being nice! A little weird about it, sure, but who wasn't weird in RAD?

Except, she wasn't looking at you when she said that, but, instead, at your boyfriend.

Of course, Solomon, unbothered as ever, was too engrossed in the cooking book he'd borrowed from the library to pay attention.

(Later that night you had to order takeout, but you were already counting on that).

The point was: she was trying too hard. You couldn't blame her, really, you dated Solomon for a reason; but still. She was getting on your nerves.

"I'm so dumb... I'll never get it! Solomon, can you help me with this?"

Opening a door with magic? Difficult? Yeah, right.

"I've never dated a human before... How is it, MC? I bet Solomon is a great boyfriend"

He has his moments.

"Solomon! Sit with me, I saved you a seat! Why? Oh, I concentrate better when you're here!"

Shit, could she concentrate at all?

"You're so powerful! You'll have to let me have him for a night, MC! He could teach me a couple of things..."

You closed your fist, staring at her with a frown while talking yourself out of mauling her across the table. You didn't need Lucifer's rants about impropriety and self restraint on top of all of this.

"MC and I have a lesson tonight" the sorcerer said with a polite smile, unusually kind eyes and an unreadable expression "Would you like to tag along?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes, lowering her gaze in embarrassment, although you weren't sure if she was really embarrassed.

"Could we hang out alone, tho? I don't want MC to see how dumb I am. They're so much better than me! I bet I need you more than they do!"

Well, you didn't need to study with her to know she was dumb as bricks.

You looked at Solomon, opening your eyes so much in bewilderment that even the insides of your cornea were getting dry. Not a second later he turned to you, smiling with mischief, and then you remembered who were you actually dating.

"It's either this or nothing. Be in Purgatory Hall at 6, we won't be waiting for you"

The witch quickly looked at you, frustrated at his words. It wasn't ideal, you knew, thirdwheeling your crush and his partner in a study date, but what else did she expect? Every other option was plain stupid.

"Okay"

She snorted, trying to hide the disgust and disappoinment without much success. Once she left you alone, swaying her hips and her ponytail, you punched Solomon in the arm and reveled in his pain.

"MC!! Relax!"

"Don't tell me to relax!"

You tried to choke him, but he hid his neck under his shoulders before you could lift yourself to reach him better. He knew you too well.

"MC, I have an idea! You'll like it, believe me!"

"Oh, really?"

"I swear!"

Once free from your attacks, Solomon avoided your eyes and stared at his hands. It took him a couple of seconds before he could look at you again, cheeks red, while he spoke from his heart.

"I couldn't care less about her attempts, MC, but she's obviously making you uncomfortable. I won't let this keep going if I can do something about it"

"But why did you invite her to our lesson, then?"

He laughed in a carefree manner, still blushing while he took your hands in his, looking at you like he was about to uncover a precious secret.

"As your teacher, I want you to explore your potential to the maximum"

His voice lowered to a whisper and you got closer to him, letting your body shiver when his breath caressed the skin of your neck.

"Say, MC, wouldn't you like to have your very own training dummy?"

Simeon

Oh, the privileges of being friends with the most powerful demons in the Devildom.

All you had to do was pout a little and act like you were miserable, missing the warmth of the sun and the familiar scenery of the human world. Of course, all of them knew you were exaggerating, but none would take the risk of actually making you sad.

So there you were, waiting for your drinks while Simeon sunbathed outside, sitting in one of those ornate metal chairs and writing some loose ideas for his next book in a napkin. After all, you'd be crazy if you ever went to the human realm without using the opportunity to have a date with your sweetheart of a boyfriend.

If not for the brightness of his suit, he would look like a college student from an old movie, all dreamy and focused in his own world.

And, apparently, you weren't the only one thinking that.

There were a group of girls outside the cafe, all of them young, maybe even fresh out of high school, staring at Simeon like he was some kind of celebrity. Maybe it was his angelic charisma? Maybe it was just his good looks? Whatever the reason, the girls seemed ready enough to conquer the world and they wanted to start with your boyfriend.

You studied your surroundings, realizing with an uncomfortable weigh in your chest just how busy the place was. There was no way you were getting your order in less than five minutes, even being the first in line, so the only thing you could do was wait and hope the girls wouldn't bother Simeon too much.

They stayed in a closed circle for a few moments until one of them finally dared to go and talk to him. She tried to sit in the second chair, but Simeon stopped her with a quick movement of his hand, probably saying he was saving it for you.

That made you laugh, but you were starting to get second hand embarrassment. You could tell she was trying hard to catch his attention, twirling her hair around her finger and hugging her waist to make her breasts look bigger.

You couldn't see Simeon's face, but, by the way he was scratching the paper, it was obvious he was losing focus on whatever he was previously writing, which would only make him irritated.

Fortunately, and rather rudely, the waitress finally gave you the styrofoam cups and immediately ignored you again, but you couldn't care less. The girl returned to her friends just as you stepped out of the cafe, letting you know part of what happened.

"He said he didn't know what part of him made him look interested in me" she snarled with a hint of hurt in her voice, trying to hide it with offense "That I should find someone that actually finds me entertaining"

Her friends gasped and you had to stop yourself from laughing. He wasn't usually that snappy, but she did interrupt his daydreaming.

"I don't even care what he thinks, he's just some dude! I can catch anyone I want, you know?"

Anyone but him, apparently, but the only thing her friends could do was agree.

Shaking your head and holding one drink in each hand, you stopped the eavesdropping and hurried towards him, leaning over his shoulder to kiss his cheek and smiling softly when he raised his hands to stroke your hair. He was warm from the sun, but he still curled close to you even after letting you sit next to him.

The girls audibly gasped at your actions, clearly offended by your presence as if Simeon would change his mind if they waited enough.

You couldn't bring yourself to pay them attention. Not when he was caressing your knuckles with such love in his touch and a feeling so deep in his eyes that it made your heart violently stop.

"So what were you writing?"

He smiled and eagerly showed you the napkin. By the time you turned around, the girls were already gone.

Tagging the party: @hello-gloomy @the-sassiest-toaster @hero-nii-blog @yourlocalyin @elaemae @eliciria @darkflowerav

Author's note:

Simeon's part sucked the soul out of me (not in the good way), but at least it's well-written. Also, this will be the last part for now: I don't know Mephisto, Raphael or Thirteen enough, so they won't be in any of my posts (for now)

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l3viat8an · 2 months

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I want to sit on Diavolo’s face so fucking bad

Nsfw ♛

Same nonnie, same <3

Diavolo himself wants you to sit on his face so fucking bad!!- it’s the first thing he insists on doing to ‘get you ready for his cock’.

He lays down on the bed and practically drags your body up to his face, desperate to get his mouth on you. Now don’t insult him by trying to hover or keep your weight off of him. Sit. On. His. Face.

If you still try to hold yourself up a bit, Diavolo will wraps his arms around your legs, fingers digging into your soft thighs and pull you down until your full weight is on him!!! He’ll be fine-

Eats you out like he’s starved-

Alternating between licking long, fat strips along your pussy getting as much of your slick as he can into his mouth to sucking harshly on your clit. It’s all sloppy as Diavolo practically makes out with your cunt, gently rocking your hips in time with his tongue.

Tests what you like more and then repeats that over and over until you’re a mess!! moaning ‘n whining his name, grabbing his hair just to ground yourself a bit and feeling him moan vibrate against your cult when you do-

He’ll be watching you the whole time too, eyes starring up at you so intensity it’s like he’s trying to burn your body into him mind. Especially when you cum all over his face- ‘so gorgeous when you’re lost in pleasure~’

Trying desperately to squirm away as he keeps your body in place, licking up every drop of your cum and then some.

You’re reminded of his slightly terrifying demonic strength when he won’t let you up….he doesn’t stop you with words, he just nips at the inside of your thigh as a warning and holds you down….his tongue almost lazily circling your clit to hear you cry out some more…

You’ll have to be crying from overstimulation or yank at his hair to get him to take his mouth off you- and even then he still doesn’t want to let you go…yet.

#blah blah I’m rambling jsjsjsjjs #i think I fixed the couple of typos tho!#1 am thots~#obey me!#smut #x reader #diavolo x reader #diavolo smut #obey me smut #obey me diavolo x reader #om!#om! smut #obey me diavolo x chubby reader #obey me #om! diavolo #om! x reader #obey me x reader #obey me diavolo #dia <333

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demonvibez · 5 months

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mature (minors dni) · tags: oral sex, semi public, power dynamics

A lot of people have bent the knee before Diavolo's throne over the years, but he could have never foreseen this in his wildest dreams - he's on his knees for you, eagerly sucking on your pulsating cock as if you are the Prince, and not him. The way his large, warm hands rest on your thighs, squeezing you as his head bobs up and down. The feeling of his tongue trailing along the underside your shaft is just so sinfully delicious. He can't take his eyes off of you - golden orbs filled with lust gaze up at you, never breaking contact as he swirls you around his tongue.

He's unsure what drives him more wild - the moans falling from your lips, the way your eyes flutter closed in pleasure, or the way your hand rests atop his scalp and pushes him down for more. You provoke his most carnal desires - so much so that he can't help the way he ruts against his own hand. Desperate to bring your release like a servant eager to please his Master by any means necessary, his pace quickens, and the crescendo of your climax finally bursts forth as you coronate him with your seed.

Something about the way you look makes him want to put the crown on you right then and there.

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certifiedlucifersimp · 9 months

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Lucifer : Why is MC sitting on your shoulders?

Diavolo : They like to feel tall!

MC : *happy sheep noises*

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misc-obeyme · 6 months

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I got a prompt for diavolo for flufftober! "Stop trying so hard to impress me."

That's always the first thought that pops into my head while listening to no. 1 lol

Hello, anon!

Okay I kinda ran with some of the ideas from the lyrics - specifically where he talks about dancing all night. But I was also just trying to capture the way he sings about being... well no. 1 lol. It's kind of a commanding presence that I think he probably has and that he likely does kind of without realizing.

Anyway! I hope this turned out okay.

Thank you for submitting a prompt!

FLUFFTOBER 2023

GN!MC x Diavolo

Warnings: none!

When you arrived at the Demon Lord's Castle, there was a lull in the bustle of the party as you entered. Nobody announced you, but nobody needed to. You looked absolutely stunning in the custom outfit Barbatos had made, as requested by Lord Diavolo himself. All of the demons that were already in the castle paused their conversations to take in the sight of you.

Even more of them watched as Diavolo deliberately crossed the room to greet you. He was in full demon form, standing out among the others like a jewel among rocks. In the soft lights of the party, the gold on his horns and wings seemed to sparkle softly, a glittering that was also reflected in his eyes as he looked at you.

"Welcome, MC," he said. He spoke at a normal volume, but somehow his voice seemed to carry through the space. "I am so thrilled you could be here tonight."

You smiled at him, matching his formality while everyone could see and hear you. "Thank you for inviting me, Lord Diavolo."

The moment seemed to pause for what felt like an eternity until Lucifer entered the castle door behind you. You felt his hand on your back, guiding you down the hall. After him came the rest of the demon brothers, all in demon form. Diavolo greeted them each enthusiastically and the attention of the other demons in the room shifted from you to them.

As you and the brothers began to move through the room, you soon found Diavolo by your side. Due to his fame, people continued to watch him as he remained next to you, asking you questions and chatting about mundane things.

Diavolo launched into an explanation of the food on the buffet table, all of it prepared to perfection by Barbatos. You murmured in appreciation, sampling a few things you knew you'd like to try before they disappeared into Beelzebub.

The castle certainly looked amazing. No expense had been spared in the decorations for tonight. The whole place seemed to shimmer in glossy light, gold adornments, and sparkling guests.

You found yourself next to the most elaborate Demonus fountain you had ever seen. The Demonus was a gold vintage that splashed over the sides of a glass fountain. Next to this was a tower of sparkling glasses. Diavolo filled two glasses and handed you one.

"I know you aren't affected by Demonus," he said. "But this particular variety still has a lovely flavor that I think you would enjoy. It's very rare. We had it imported from across the Devildom."

"You had this much of it imported?" you asked, eyeing the fountain.

Diavolo beamed. "It was no easy feat, but we managed it!"

You sipped at the Demonus. You were pleased to discover that it did actually have quite a good flavor. "It's good," you said.

Diavolo looked positively radiant in response to your praise.

A little later on in the evening, a band began to play. Diavolo bowed to you, which made you blush and caused everyone else in the room to watch you both. He took your hand and looked into your eyes.

"May I have this dance, MC?" he asked.

You couldn't exactly say no with everyone watching. Not that you would have anyway. You smiled. "Of course, Lord Diavolo."

Diavolo escorted you onto the dance floor. He was a good dancer, no doubt having been taught by Barbatos from a young age. He took the lead, moving you effortlessly, but keeping you close to himself. You were relieved to see a few other demons joining you, meaning it wasn't just the two of you.

The music became slower and softer. As it did, Diavolo pulled you even closer to his body, his wings almost creating a sort of shelter around you. His movements were much slower now, making it easier for you to truly look at him.

"You really command the room, you know," you said, taking in his demon form. He was easily the largest demon there. His personality, his presence, it was all larger than life.

Diavolo squeezed your hand, the arm around your waist also tightening. "I am aware of having eyes on me at all times," he said. "They think I'm doing this for them, but the only one I care about tonight is you."

You laughed gently. "Is that why you went to such great lengths? Having Barbatos make me this outfit? Importing rare Demonus? All these gold decorations?"

Diavolo puffed up a little. "Is it not exquisite?"

"Stop trying so hard to impress me," you said. You dropped his hand, stepping in a little closer beneath his wings and putting both of your arms around his neck. "Don't you realize that I like you best when you're just being… you?"

Diavolo seemed so taken aback by this statement that he missed a step. His hands on your waist kept you from stumbling, but you had both stopped moving at that point.

There was something in those golden eyes that you couldn't quite read, though they were so wide as he looked at you, searching your face.

"I have spent so much of my life trying to impress others," Diavolo said, his voice unexpectedly quiet. "Everyone has different expectations of me. It's the burden of being a ruler, one that I shoulder without complaint. And yet here you are, telling me to just be myself."

You ran your fingertips down his cheek. "You don't have to be the next Demon King with me. You can just be Dia."

Diavolo wrapped his wings around you even further before he kissed you in the privacy they created. You put your hands on his chest and felt the rapid racing of his heart.

It was a night to remember. While the other guests would recall the fancy food, drink, and decorations, you would forever hold the memory of the moment Diavolo realized you loved him simply for being himself.

flufftober | kinktober | masterlist | Thank you for reading!

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azulashengrottospiano · 1 year

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the burdens of royalty

Genre/Tropes: Established relationship, MC and Diavolo are married.

Summary: the weight of both the devildom and the human world are on your shoulders. if it wasn't for diavolo, you would have given up a long time ago.

Author's Comments: diavolo has a very tough job. every time he said he adores mc or that one time he confessed his love to them i panicked because thats so much. its heavier than the brother's "i love you" because hes ROYALTY and its a lot of take in.

i also find myself thinking about what his affection means for mc in the long run. i mean, surely diavolo has suitors. there are obviously higher up demons like the brothers (and maddi, that one witch that pursued diavolo so aggressively it was...icky.) for diavolo to actually pursue mc, i can't imagine what would happen when those same demons figured that out. if they were to make their relationship official or even get married, mc would probably need a bodyguard 24/7 because demons are OBVIOUSLY not chill with humans (like every single brother threatening mc and especially belphegor, although his circumstances were different because they involved lilith.)

anyways i'll be quiet, i hope you enjoy C:

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It wasn’t easy being you.

Your now husband would always tell you that being him wasn’t easy, but now that you share the burden of his position, does that not also apply to you?

It came as quite a shock to the entire Devildom the day your engagement was announced—to think, the Prince of the Devildom, marrying a human! The demon aristocracy would have had your head if they weren’t so terrified of Barbatos. You were called many things (a manipulator and a cheat being among your favorites. Really, the higher ups in demon society would know too much about manipulating their way up the social ladder.) It was like they could comprehend that you just wanted to be with the man you loved, and that race and position and titles meant absolutely nothing to do with it.

If nothing else, you suppose being human was the easiest thing they could target. It shielded Diavolo from most of the backlash, at any rate. The last thing you ever wanted was for the public to lose their trust in him (and never give his ideals for the three realms a chance.) The fact that he only wanted the best for them seemed to fly right over their heads, as if Diavolo was just as untrustworthy as you, the foreign soul from another realm.

You, now their ruler, too.

But that’s exactly why you had to clench your teeth and bear it, bear the shimmering dresses and horned guests and Barbatos breathing down your neck so nobody would even think of attacking you. Snide remarks about your clothing of choice were met with “my husband picked it out, actually,” comments about how delicious your flesh smelled were ignored but met with a stern glare from your bodyguard, greetings that sounded so fake and that were obviously meant to butter you up were laughed at just as falsely.

Is this what it meant to be a royal?

“I apologize, My Liege. This ball runs til midnight. I assure you that you may retire to your chambers once this is over.” Barbatos whispers, strategically whisking you away from a group of demonesses muttering to each other and staring at you.

“Thank you.” you try to smile, but it probably seems like more of a wince than anything, “My feet are killing me. And the guests are just as bad.”

He smiles back sympathetically, and although he isn’t touching you at all, you can still feel the warmth emanating from him. Though the Avatars of Sin fear him, Barbatos has always been nothing but kind to you. You wonder if it has something to do with Diavolo, or if he really is that cruel. You suppose it doesn’t matter, whether you’re naive or not, because the fact of the matter is that you have the man Barbatos is loyal to encased in an eternal matrimonial vow. There is no way Barbatos would attempt to harm you.

“I will run you and My Lord a bath once this event is over.” he promises, and you can only sigh with relief when you notice he’s lead you outside, were the amount of people is nowhere near what it is inside, “Do you have a preference for which aromatherapy scent I use?”

“Use whichever one Diavolo chooses.” you reply, knowing he’ll be just as tired.

Barbatos laughs, a sound so full of mirth it makes you happy, too.

“I am sorry if that was out of line, My Liege. I was just amused by the coincidence. My Lord said to select whichever scent you would like.” Barbatos chuckles.

You find yourself laughing too, despite how nasty the demons around you treat you every time you hold one of these balls. It’s so sweet and considerate and just so Diavolo. You wish you could hug him right now and thank him for always trying to be a better man for you. He doesn’t seem like he will ever realize that he’s enough already, which simultaneously warms and breaks your heart.

He really thinks too highly of you. You’re not that special.

Barbatos leads you to a bench and gestures for you to sit. You do so without complaint, and before you can say anything he’s on his knees and massaging your calves. You feel yourself heating up in the face (because you still feel like he shouldn’t be doing these things for you), but you’ve learned a while ago that he takes pleasure in serving people. So you let him do his thing.

Part of your flustered state is also embarrassment, and despite your best efforts you cannot stop your eyes from darting around the gardens to check if anyone is paying attention to you. Thankfully, they all seem enraptured by an illusionist hired for the event who’s stationed in front of the grandiose fountain. He keeps making wispy demonic figures swallow running humanoid figures whole.

You’re used to this.

Another servant comes by, one by the name of Marie Anne. You know her well. Diavolo has always been very kind to her, offering her a life away from the downright cruel aristocratic family she had before. You don’t know the details, and you don’t ask. It’s not your place.

The demoness curtsies and smiles, offering you a bubbling glass of Demonus. It can’t get you drunk, but it can be refreshing. You take it and thank her. Her cheeks turn pink and she curtsies again before scurrying towards the crowd of demons watching the illusionist.

It’s funny how some demons could be so kind and others so nasty. There were many similarities that they have with humans, whether they wanted to admit it or not.

You tell Barbatos that he can stop now, and he halts his motions and stands up immediately. You’re still not used to being pampered in such a way, so you thank him. He only smiles and tells you it’s not necessary.

“I believe this is why the servants are taking a quick liking to you.” he muses, “I hardly think they would be this receptive if My Lord had married a witch or a member of the aristocracy.”

“You really think so?” you say, feeling your cheeks burn again from the praise, “I…I’m not doing anything special.”

“A simple thank you goes a long way, My Liege.” he hums, a content smile on his face as he stands beside you.

You suppose he’s right. After all, you’ve only heard (and seen, you think bitterly) terrible things about the aristocracy. They’re rude and impatient and only ever think about themselves when it comes to policies that affect the entire Devildom. If they didn’t fear Diavolo so much they surely would have attempted to overthrow him by now.

Too bad, you think smugly, staring at the insolent illusionist again as he makes a smokey human child scream at a demonic creature emerging from an equally smokey closet, He would destroy all of you if you even tried.

You feel immature for the thought only seconds later. You’re a ruler. You need to get your act together—you can’t be just as bad as them.

“My Liege, it’s almost time for the first official dance of the night.” Barbatos bows to you, swooping his hand gracefully towards the ballroom, “Would you like to reconvene with My Lord?”

“Please. I thought I would never get to see him tonight.” you groan, attempting to walk off the slight cramp in your calf as you follow Barbatos back into the fray.

The second your shoes hit the shiny flooring and make that click clack sound, there are shimmering eyes drawn to your form. They snap away as soon as they look, though, and whether it’s disgust or fear of Barbatos you don’t know. It doesn’t matter though, because finally you’ll get to see your beloved after he’s been mingling with the aristocracy all night. It isn’t hard to find him either, because amidst all the other clumps of beautiful demons you can clearly see an even bigger clump closer to the center.

You don’t even have to mumble awkward ”excuse me’s” as they all step aside for you (mostly for Barbatos though, as he’s leading the way and they’ve already made it plenty clear that they do not respect you) and before you know it, you’re standing in front of your beaming husband and a rather disgruntled Lucifer. He looks about as comfortable as you do in your formal wear, though he doesn’t show it. It’s too bad you know him well enough to see past his facade and pick up on all his little mannerisms he would never allow anyone else to see.

You spare him the teasing right now.

You try not to feel self conscious as you take your place by Diavolo’s side, a soft giggle leaving the lips of the demon you kiss goodnight every evening.

“Hello, my dear.” he whispers in your ear, stooping down to kiss your hand, “I’m pleased to see that you’re well. Have you been enjoying the festivities?”

Lie. Lie until you’re alone with him and can finally be yourself again.

“Yes, it's been lovely.” you lie through your teeth, a single drop of sweat sliding down the back of your neck as hundreds of pairs of eyes bore into you, “Barbatos has been most helpful. I’m incredibly thankful for him.”

Diavolo lights up like a little puppy dog at the mention of his butler’s name, and lets another loud laugh escape him. Despite his cheerful demeanor, you can still feel the hateful glares being directed your way. In the periphery of your vision, you can see Lucifer glaring right back at the demons behind you, and that gesture alone warms your heart. You are safe with these demons. Things will get better.

Even if better is in a few hours, when you and Diavolo will be in bed and he’ll spoon you and hold you tightly and whisper words of love and affection into your ear until you fall asleep. You discovered his habit for sleepy rambling relatively quickly after the wedding, and eventually you couldn’t sleep without it. If it wasn’t for his love, you surely never would have gotten this far with interrealm relations. If it had been anyone else, you would’ve given up.

Diavolo was the definition of shoot for the stars. He truly was an amazing demon.

“My dear.” he coos, eyes crinkling at the edges as he smiles that cheesy grin you know all too well and love far too much, “May I have this dance?”

He stretches a hand out for you to take, a symbol of how you two are bridging two realms together. Some of the people here tonight may think that’s the reason you two are doing this, that it's a diplomatic display to marry each other, but they’d be wrong. You know Diavolo isn’t the type to do something like that.

It’s like the demons in this palace tonight can’t understand that you two just love each other, and that's that.

And so you take his hand.

He sighs, a blissful sound that you know only you can produce from him, and sweeps you across the dance floor. His hand on your lower back is firm and unyielding, but it’s not possessive. Even when you were still living with the demon brothers, he never once overstepped any bounds.

Part of you wished he did.

It wasn’t just him that had wanted you two to spend time together.

You suppose that doesn’t matter anymore, not when his grip is so sure, not when his heartbeat is pounding in your ears as you rest your head against him, not when the demons and demonesses are moving out of your way. You know the respect is short lived and that they are only doing this for Diavolo, but that doesn’t stop you from enjoying it for now. Moments where a demon steps aside for a human are few and far between, but with you and Diavolo working together, you hope it will become more common.

“I love you.” you whisper to him, the words quiet enough so that only you two can hear them. You aren’t ready to declare such a vulnerable thing on your own, not when these demons have the strength to rip you apart.

And so Diavolo helps you, just as he always does.

“I love you more than anything.” he declares, his voice as loud as a blaring trumpet, a sharp contrast to your softness. You feel your face begin to burn, especially when you hear a murmur ripple through the crowd, but you cannot stop the wobbly smile on your face.

“Disgusting.”

“A human? Really? How will they rule us?”

“It would have been better if we stayed with our own kind.”

“What is Lord Diavolo doing?”

The ballroom begins to buzz and you feel yourself growing less and less sure of yourself. There are tears pricking your eyes, but you will them away. You cannot let them win.

And then, you see Diavolo’s form ripple. Wings sprout from his back and horns protrude from his head and there’s an uncharacteristically stern glare on his face as he fixes his malice at who you can only assume are the perpetrators.

You feel safe.

Maybe it’s a farce.

Maybe it’s make believe.

Maybe it’s temporary.

But Diavolo’s dream is possible, and you believe in him.

You just need to endure the burdens of royalty for him—the burdens he’s been bearing by himself for far too long.

#auburn's fics <3 #obey me x reader #obey me angst #obey me #om x reader #om diavolo x reader #diavolo x reader #diavolo fluff #diavolo angst #im slowly turning into a diavolo liker /r #honestly i cant believe i wrote this before reaching the lessons where they talk about demon/human marriages #i was SCREAMING when diavolo said there would eventually be a time when mc could marry any of them :((#I LOVE THAT GUY #and the levi content was so good too #YUM YUM

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fridayth13 · 1 year

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could've been the wine speaking (or maybe it was just me).

↳ diavolo × gn!reader (ft wingman lucifer. kinda hgdsdfgjj)

↳ fluff | 600+ | you heard of lucifer getting drunk and spilling his guts to diavolo now have some the other way around 👍 except he's a lot less dramatic about it

↳ it wasn't an anomaly for lucifer and diavolo to end a day of student council work with a bottle of demonus. but what lucifer did find a bit off-putting that night was the lovesick smile glued to the demon prince's face.

diavolo's eyes were half-lidded as he swirled the glass of demonus in his hand. his cheek rested in his palm with an elbow on the velvet armrest of his chair.

"and how has mc been doing?" he asked.

across him sat lucifer, who leaned forward to the glass table between them, refilling his own glass.

"they're doing well." he replied. "besides dealing the usual havoc my brothers cause at the house."

diavolo laughed warmly. "i see."

a (dare lucifer say) dreamy sigh slipped from the prince's lips as he got lost in his thoughts.

lucifer raised an eyebrow at him. not that he seemed to notice.

"it's study season again.. examinations are coming soon. i wonder if they've been managing to keep up." diavolo mused. more to himself than to lucifer, really.

lucifer watched as diavolo's head tilted slightly further in his hand; and for a moment, he couldn't help but think the demon prince resembled a small puppy. reflections of the nearby fireplace flickered against his eyes in a bright gold haze. from the liquor or whatever fantasies were keeping his head stuck in the clouds, lucifer couldn't be too sure.

"have you noticed anything bothering them, lucifer? anything at all?" he asked.

lucifer shook his head.

"why? have you?"

"..no.." diavolo murmured. "but i wanted to be sure. you know how important it is that their stay in the devildom is as comfortable as possible."

"of course," he nodded. "but.. you know you can ask them these questions yourself, right?"

diavolo blinked at him.

lucifer stared back, unimpressed.

though flustered, diavolo remained unabashed as ever, only laughing sheepishly in response. his hand went up to the back of his nape.

"ah.. yes, i suppose i can, huh?"

"yes." lucifer said. "you can."

at his deadpan tone, diavolo shot him a playful glare. not that it lasted long. soon enough, he was back to staring distantly at a random wall.

"you could also call them, if that helps."

diavolo hummed. he took another sip of his demonus and proceeded to lean against the other side of the couch.

"i suppose i see them so little i forget i can just. go up to them, huh.."

before lucifer could think of a response, diavolo had already jumped into another train of thought.

a bright laugh shook his shoulders, diavolo's eyes sparkling.

"i did see them yesterday though.."

"i believe i remember that."

"yes, i believe you were there.." he nodded.

lucifer was fully aware that this wasn't the first night diavolo had acted like this. but the sheer joy on his face when he talked about the human continued to strike him every time. the grin that rested on his friend's lips was smitten and foolish. the look his eyes resembled the expression of wonder of a child seeing a sky full of stars for the first time.

diavolo's laugh was always full of spirit, really, but this was one of the few times lucifer had ever heard it this giddy.

"heheh.. they brought me some cookies, d'you remember that, lucifer? mc told me i worked really hard and appreciated all of it, lucifer.. could you believe that?"

lucifer knew he didn't quite need to reply at this point. diavolo had had enough demonus to have an in-depth conversation about mc with his own self. still, the knowing smile hidden behind his glass continued to grow as the prince rambled on.

"i think i should call them right now.." diavolo mumbled.

lucifer shook his head. "they'd be asleep by now."

"oh. right."

"you can see them tomorrow at rad." he supplied instead.

diavolo gasped slowly. if he wasn't completely intoxicated before, he must've been then. the look in his eyes was positively starstruck at the proposition.

"yes.. i think i will."

divider from @/clutteredfun

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equizona · 2 years

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WAIT SHAHSHAHDHSBFNW I SAW NOW- yep. sorry needed the confirmation that your requests are in fact open- anyways. sorry again-

okay so i saw this last night

this but reverse! (specifically requesting for mammon, diavolo and barb but u can put in the other babes too if u want <3)

okay. now angst. imagine.

mc goes up to them to ask for confession tips. they thought mc was gonna confess to them. they get excited. omg- mc likes me? ooooohhhh. and then mc goes up to them the next day or two and they're expecting for mc to tell they like them but oh. mc says the confession tips work and they are now dating the person they like. they're disappointed. it's angst.

thank you! *bows*

(also just wanna tell u ur writing content is great! thanks for sharing em w us <3)

— 「 HEARTBREAK | OBEY ME! 」

feat. Mammon, Diavolo, Barbatos

warnings : None, I think. Tell me if I'm wrong though

note : Aa, I'm very happy to hear you like my writing. And sorry for the long wait. Anyway, my bias for barbatos

— MAMMON

Mammon is scared of hoping, but he still really wants to hope. You're the best thing that's happened to him in so long, and why would you ask something like that if you weren't going to confess to him, right..?

Except, he was wrong. You come to him a few moments, telling him his advice worked and now you're dating– He doesn't even listen to who manged to capture your heart, over his. He can't. He gives you a shaky smile, telling you a half-hearted 'congrats' before he runs off, away from the house.

You won't see him for a while. He has a tendency to run off whenever he's really upset. For his own good, the others will probably avoid telling you the reason. They'll tell you 'he'll be back soon', though soon isn't the same for a human as it is to a demon, and you most likely won't see him again for the remainder of your stay.

He's so torn. He wants to be happy for you. He wants you to be happy, but he is selfish. And he is greedy. And he wants you to be happy with him. Is that so much to ask?

Of course it is. How stupid it was of him to hope for anything other than this outcome. He's stupid. And he's also a bad friend, bad brother, he can't be happy for you, he can't be happy for his brothers, and he can't be happy with himself. He's just a dumb, worthless, useless scumbag who has no reason to exist in the first place. He should have died in Lilith's place. He was delusional to think you could ever manage to love him.

— DIAVOLO

He's usually so observant, he can usually tell the smallest things about people. You weren't any different when you first came to the Devildom, he could read you just as easily as anyone else, except then you became more important to him. And that affection grew into something that made him a little blind, a little stupid over things around him. Whenever you were around, especially.

When you came to him for advice on how to confess your feelings for someone, he was both anxious and eager. Surely, coming to him for advice meant you wanted to confess to him, right? Right!? It had to be!! He was sure of it!

Except he was wrong. You came a few days later, super excited, telling him it worked and how you're now dating the love of your life. And you're thanking him, for helping you find the courage. And find the method. And you won't be able to tell anything is off.

Diavolo has been raised to be able to be the perfect heir, the perfect prince. Never upset, never heartbroken. Always friendly and positive, and strong and brave. Someone an entire country could lean on. And even as he can feel his entire world crashing around him, he will continue to be the perfect prince he was crafted and molded to be. He grins and laughs, and tells you how happy he is for both of you. He says he's happy to help, and how you should all celebrate soon.

Diavolo feels foolish, he knows that love is something he can not afford. He has so much more. He is so much more. He has to be such more. He doubles his efforts. Who cares about love? He has enough love. He's trying to unite the three realms out of love. That is what it's all for, isn't it? He reminds himself he's doing this for love. And he does this out of his love for you, too. To create a universe where you can be in love with whoever you want.

He just wishes someone else would love him back. The way he loves the world, and the way he loves you.

— BARBATOS

Barbatos isn't a person of hope. He doesn't believe in hope. Barbatos works for the best, and then he prepares for the worst because he's never sure if his work is hard enough. Fate is fickle like that. And fate brought him the most absurd thing of all, his feelings for you. And he has worked, he has tried to win you over. He has done his best. He's laughed at your jokes, helped you in any way he can, invested in your hobbies and likes, and shared his own. He's been there when you needed someone, and he's show a shallow layer of vulnerability for the charm. Not enough to scare you away, but enough to make you think he trusts you.

But after he gives you his advice, he already knows it was all for nothing. He can see, see you confessing to the love of your short existence, sees them accepting your love, and he could change the timeline to make you love him, but he knows, that you didn't this timeline, and he feels dirty forcing you to love him, in a way.

But while he works for the best, he prepares for the worst. When you come to tell him, so excited and happy in a way he knows he can never make you, he tells you he was happy to be of help. He gives you a baked gift, just for you both, telling you he knew nobody could escape your charm.

He didn't prepare for the feeling in his chest. He wasn't prepared for the stinging feeling of tears that he will never let run. He doesn't prepare for the feeling of his heart being ripped from his chest and stomped on. Doesn't prepare for the longing, the envy. The want to go back and try again. And he knows he could. Knows he could leave to another timeline where you did love him. Or go back and try again.

But he loves this version of you, and he loves this version of you too much to say goodbye.

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