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Personality wise he's definitely the youngest idk about yall
I guess that confirms that Simeon is older than Lucifer, after all. And I'm willing to bet that Michael is also older than him, though I'm not sure Lucifer ever considered him a brother like he did with Simeon.
I just can't picture Michael as younger than them, honestly. And I always viewed Simeon as the older one, so I'm pretty happy with this.
To think that Lucifer might be the youngest out of the trio... 🥲
To Hell With It! @grievetheliving3311
Satan x Overworked GNReader fluff drabble!
You had been staying up very late recently, doing schoolwork, projects, and the like. All of the brothers had noticed your change in demeanor, but Satan especially. He decides to offer some well needed relaxation.
Tags\\ fluff, cuddles, stressed reader, Satan is worried for you, one minor profanity
You had fallen asleep at your desk for the fourth time this week, and it was Tuesday. A pen in your hand as your head rocked off of the arm it was resting on, causing you to accidentally draw a line on your cheek.
Suddenly, your eyes shot open, and you sat up straight at the feeling of a papercut-covered hand tapping your shouder.
"I didn't mean to scare you, only to wake you," The bookworm chuckled, "This isn't good for your back."
With a tired smile, you turned to face him in your chair, "No shit; I didn't mean to fall asleep here."
With a yawn, you looked to the clock. It said 5:30 pm.
"Dinner is ready. I believe I speak for us all when I say I would appreciate if you ate with us," He rubbed your shoulder, then lifted his hand to rub at the pen on your cheek.
"Then I'll join you. Who cooked tonight, again?" You began to put together some of your papers, as to be organized for when you came back to your room.
A moment of silence passed by until you opened the door, "Asmo did..."
"I haven't died from his cooking," You rolled your eyes, drowsily leaving the room.
"Yet," He added on.
Dinner passed, and you managed to only eat the edible parts of Asmo's beautiful cooking, or God-forbid ingredient-combining.
You get up to head back to your room, not even bothering to do more than dump your dishes in the sink, when Satan once again grabs your shoulder.
"I know you're heading back to your room," He scowls.
"And why would you think that?" You shoot back.
"You've been doing so every night," An unimpressed expression presents across his face.
"Oh," You drop your head in realization, "I guess I have..."
He removes his hand from you, relocating it onto his hip, "Come take a short nap with me. You deserve some rest that isn't at your desk."
He has a point, and you know he does.
With a sigh, you oblige. Snaking your hand into his as you go up the stairs, he pretends not to notice.
Going down the hallway, you hear him mumbling something to himself about 'I wish they'd be more aware of their own limits'.
"Hm?" You question, looking up at him.
"Nothing," He hums back.
"You sure?" You squeeze his hand.
"Mhm." He chuckles, letting go of your hand only to throw you over his shoulder effortlessly.
You let out a yelp and try to sit up straight with a whine. He doesn't let up. Instead, he teases you about how you were apparently wobbling when you walked. By the time you come up with an argument, he's already reached his bedroom door.
He sets you down gently, "Come, let's go lay down."
You let out a hum, weaving your way between his mountains of books. Once you find his bed you climb in, hiding yourself in his blankets.
"Wait, Mc, don't sleep in your-" He frets, but you cut him off before he can finish.
"Yeah, yeah, I know..." You mumble, crawling back to the edge of the bed.
He pulls your tired form to your feet, hugging you for a moment. You've never seen him so tender and kind. Then again, maybe you're just too tired to remember.
After the soft hug, he practically parkours to his closet to find you a t-shirt and some shorts that will barely fit you.
He comes back, handing you the clothes before he goes to wait in the hall. You quickly change, laughing at how big his shirt is on you, but I guess that's the least you can expect when wearing a demon's clothing.
After asking if you're done, he comes back in, chuckling at the size of his clothes around your form.
The two of you crawl back into his bed, and he lays on his back so that you can puddle onto his chest. And that you do.
You wrap your arms around him, letting your ear rest over his heart, and the sound of the peaceful beating alone is almost enough to send you into a more healthy sleep than before.
"Would you like me to read to you?" He hums, and you nod in response.
That's your last straw. The sound of his voice and heartbeat, and the comforting warmth of his body and blankets have you drifting off in minutes.
Finally, you'll take a break. He rubs your back; maybe he should take a nap too.
Ft. My cat
© a-yciecat
Anyone else wish Obey Me had like... collectible figures?? Don't get me wrong, I love Acrylic standees and all, however my affinity for collecting anime figures grows stronger by the day and I yearn for a 3D Solomon on my shelf for me to admire.
POV after the events of Nightbringer, you and Solomon finally make it home, however, the two of you quickly realize a significant amount of time has passed in their absence, thousands of years in fact... Your friends, believing their two human friends to never return, had to deal with the aftermath, and it has changed them. They're the same people you knew, only time and grief has warped them into who they are now. Each of them, older and dealing with things in their own ways, have all changed so much. Even Solomon, who came back with you, seems paler and somehow older, though the most like himself. Ancient wars have been carried out in your absence, time has changed the places you once knew and loved into a foreign world, a shell of your home. You never really can catch a break...
(In this Timeskip AU I took a LOT of creative liberties, giving most of them scars from the multi-world war that occurred. I've been in love with this concept for ages now and I'm so happy to finally have this finished product to look at for hours :D not gonna bother listing their age equivalent in human years but I will say Luke is supposed to be ~17 or so. It's not perfect but oh well, hope you enjoy! 💗 I'll probably do another post in the future explaining them all and what theyre doing nowadays, the scars, etc. Also Barbatos' design is HEAVILY inspired by @waltnut's older Barbs and kinda where the whole idea started for me)
I'm cooking something and it smells like Obey Me Tineskip au... 🍽🤭
Fine tuning the Solomon angst/hurt-comfort fic, it's a bit over 3k words right now so yippeee. Recent art/sketch drop in the mean time <3
made him more babygirl 💕💕💕 versions w and w/out wings
Messing around again,,,
Messing around again,,,
Favorite Obey Me + Nightbringer screenshots while I'm working on my first fic <3 (most are old but all are silly)
I love how everyone talks about Lucifer being so heavily tied with music its a cool concept,,, but right now all I can think of is him as he's approaching from a distance you hear the Ballora music from FNaF Sister Location slowly getting louder as he gets closer. I can't get the idea out of my head it's so stupid but honestly so fitting?? 😭😭😭
The Fall
[Edit: Forgot to do a content warning I'm so sorry! CW: escalating tension, drinking/alcohol. Not really angsty but a random demon decides to be rude.]
You and the brothers are all at a party at The Fall. Everyone's having a good time, the music has a nice beat, the color-changing lights are vibrant and you're sipping on a rather fruity glass of demonus. It feels much more akin to a rave than the typical more toned down parties you've attended with the brothers, part of the reason tonight feels so special. Everyone seems much more relaxed, like they're letting loose and just having fun.
Asmo and Mammon dragged Lucifer to the dance floor and, to your surprise, Lucifer was laughing and smiling as he danced with them. Levi and Beel sat at the bar together, laughing over the very fun drinks they ordered. There had to be at least a good at 6 inches of whipped cream over the rim of the glasses, both with colorful bendy straws bent and shaped into hearts. Levi pulled him closer and held up a peace sign as they took a selfie together. You, Satan, and Belphie had all been sitting together taking a breather from the dance floor when you realized your glass was empty. You excused yourself and began heading over to the bar when one particularly bold demon decided to start shit with you.
The demon shoulder checks you hard. The force sends your drink shattering to the floor. Without really thinking, you go to apologize for bumping into them but they cut you off and start mouthing to you about how you need to watch where you're going and blah blah blah. You decide you wanna be the bigger person (you don't want murder charges because this demon stands NO chance against you) and you start to walk away. The demon keeps egging you on. It's starting to cause a scene and people staring. Your back is to the demon when you feel something wet seeping into your clothes and droplets rolling down your skin. Demonus is spilled down the back of your neck, it's in your hair and all over your back, effectively ruining your nice attire. It catches everyone in The Fall off-guard. The music slows and the spotlights stop moving. It's quiet, like people are afraid to speak and as the situation finally sets in, something in you snaps.
Mammon and Satan are both at your sides in a heartbeat, they each wait patiently as you take out any piercings you have that you hand off to them. At the same time, Leviathan and Asmodeus are crouched on the floor next to your feet. They each undo the straps of your uncomfortable but fancy shoes and help you step out of them. Behind you, Beelzebub gently ties back your hair and clips back any loose strands so they don't get in your way. Once you're free of your piercings and shoes and your hair is tied back, Belphegor helps you shrug off your jacket. He stands aside, holding it to his chest giving you a small smile. And while they're all stone-faced and serious with determination burning in their eyes, they give you an aggressive thumbs-up.
You begin finally approaching the demon, now adequately prepared to give them a piece of your mind, when Lucifer appears suddenly and smoothly places a tall glass of demonus in your hands. While it doesn't have the same effect as alcohol from the human world, the sentiment is nice and it adds a decent fear factor when you down it in one gulp, considering most demons don't know demonus doesn't effect humans. Lucifer smirks at you when you give him the empty glass back. He gives a slight bow before signaling to the DJ to start the music back up.
You look to your opponent and they're looking at you with eyes the size of saucers. You look downright deadly with the way you're staring them down. The music kicks in with an aggressive beat and the spotlights start moving again, occasionally bathing you in vibrant violet light, highlighting your icy expression. You’re terrifying. Especially with having the 7 demon lords standing several feet behind you, all with the same death glare you have. The demon isn't feeling very bold anymore.
a/n: sorry i was gone i've had my director on my ass about practicing at home
perhaps it's that he gifted you your favorite treats. or maybe it's the handwritten love poems. but it could also be the fact he bought you oh so many bouquets of your favorite flowers..
but none of that matters. none of it is needed. he doesn't physical things to show his love for you.
it's that his kisses are full of hope and dreams. it's how gentle he handles you when your bodies meet as one. it's the fact he dances with you in the stove light to songs of old.
he spins you around and right off your feet. he waltzes with you till the candles are burned and the wine is gone.
and he'll love you till his last breath.
POE, CHUUYA, dazai, LUCIFER, SIMEON, asmodeus, satan, NEUVILLETE, ZHONGLI, DAINSLEIF, childe, SEBASTIAN, NAGITO, togami, and any of your lover boy favorites
It should be canon-
i’d like to think that this is canon