[ summary: there’s a new lawyer in town, with a knack for grand first impressions. she can talk the talk, but can she walk the walk? ]
The perfect brown eyebrows of Senior Attorney Artem Wing furrowed when his virtual assistant announced the dreadful slot of his day’s schedule. His fingers clenched around the steering wheel as he sped his way through the unusually empty street towards his workplace. What lightning had struck the jurisdiction to dish out such a decision, he would never know. So all he could focus upon was to get past the blur of concrete and rainbow-tinted glass around him without panicking too much.
Themis Law Firm stood bright and tall amongst all the structures in the surrounding area, the statue of the Greek Goddess in its prismatic logo perched atop its highest point glimmering bright. With the amount of people entering and leaving, the venue was as lively as it could be, unlike the unease bubbling inside the male’s chest. It had been a while since he had felt such a strong need for procrastination. Could he afford to be petty just this once and dump this consignment on one of his juniors? Even if it hurt his image as an outstanding and responsible senior a little; he could live with that.
Parking his car on his usual spot on the street, he stepped out as slowly as he could.
“You’re awfully early today, Mr. Wing. Are you that excited to meet your new understudy?”
Artem mentally groaned and made a note to never meet the voice’s owner on his bad days as he turned around. Despite having voiced her own concerns the previous night, she was dressed as professionally as she could with her black pencil skirt and pearl white blouse. Her usual casual ponytail was gone, instead her lavender hair had been pulled back into a tight bun, accentuating her sharp cat eyes. She wore her signature smile, but with the look she was sporting it came off a lot more taunting than it usually was.
“Please Celestine, spare me the usual banter.”
She placed her hand her hip, her Prada heels clicking loudly against the marble floor as she switched stances. “Put on a winning face, champ. I know you don’t like this, but it’s not the end of the world.”
Walking around the Porsche, the senior attorney joined his headache on the other side. “It’s just…why would they ever think someone like me would be suited for this?”
Celestine waved her hands animatedly in front of her as they began walking towards the rotating glass doors. “Well, we know out half of the story. She’s not a clean lawyer, but neither the court nor the police have any proof. They’re hoping that if she was under the constant surveillance of someone loyal enough to the law, they’ll get what they need to revoke her license and put her behind bars. And you sonny,” she nudged his shoulder slightly, “just happen to check all the boxes.”
Artem lowered and shook his head with a huff. “If they wanted information that badly, they could’ve gotten the military police to get it out of her. They just want another reason to passively bully me because I’m Bryan Wing’s son.”
“Hey, we’ve been over this Artem. You’re here because of yourself and no one else. You being related to a famous Supreme Court Justice is just a perk. It’s mainly your own rep; because you’re in the limelight too often, it implies that you’re less likely to join her fishy tactics.”
Artem rubbed his temples with his index finger and thumb. “Either way, my plans of laying low from media for the month have been blown into the next century. God, I can already feel the headache from the camera flashes.”
Celestine chuckled, the sound temporarily easing some of Artem’s tension. “Come on, pretty boy. It might not even be that bad. From what I heard, she’s quite the interesting character. If nothing good comes out of it in the end, at least it would be a nice change from your regular boring life.”
Artem narrowed his eyes at her half-jokingly. “It’s called self-discipline, Miss Attorney. You should try it sometime.”
She rolled her eyes, waving her hand dismissively. “You health freaks act like a bowl of instant ramen would kill me.”
Artem shrugged. “Combined with your terrible sleep schedule and diet, I’m surprised it hasn’t already.
“Whatever you say, Gym Instructor Artem.”
Smiling at the conversation, the man hadn’t realized that his mind had already eased up into the familiar atmosphere. Most of the stress in his shoulders had dissipated once he had stopped fretting over the possibilities of what could go wrong. Maybe Celestine was right, maybe he was overthinking too much. He had dealt with so many cases who’s impact had a much larger magnitude than something so insignificant. Not to mention that if he ever wanted to find Neil, he was going to have to deal with a lot worse things. And not to toot his own horn, but he was the Artem Wing. He could handle anything, he always did―
CRASH!
Every head on the street swerved in the direction the violent sound. Artem was so lost in his own headspace that his heart almost leapt out of his chest. And his cerulean eyes grew the size of watermelons when his brain finally caught up to what had happened.
A Lexus, shining a blinding white, had just rammed headfirst into the backside of his own car.
The shock and silence only lasted for about a few seconds around him before the motor siren went off. His own displeasure and distress was sidelined as chaos erupted in waves through the crowd all around him. People were frantically rushing towards the scene of accident to both assess damage and get live coverage, and from the corner of his eye Artem spotted a lawyer calling the police over. Not having expected to see something like this the first thing in the morning, his feet were firmly rooted to the ground.
And to his even greater shock, Celestine started laughing next to him.
He looked at her with a mix of exasperation and confoundedness, to which she only shook her head. “Told you this was going to be interesting.”
A spike of loud murmurs drew his attention, and Artem forced himself to brush off the confusion and take action. Gently pushing his way through the crowd with polite ‘make way’s and ‘coming through’s, he finally emerged at the front. With automated driving having been integrated into automobile AIs for as long as he could remember, accidents on road had become a rarity in Stellis. The state of his own vehicle was the last thing on his mind; he was more concerned about whoever the unfortunate soul at the other end of the impact.
It was as if the universe was trying to ridicule him by sending the most bizarre conditions his way that day.
The door of the Lexus was kicked open (yes, kicked open), and a pair of polished raven heels landed themselves on the solid concrete. It was as if he was stuck in a trance staring at the figure emerging ― perhaps it was the combined exhaustion, shock and disbelief catching up to him.
A dark haired beauty, her skin cream and roses. Her delicate features were scrunched in obvious frustration and discomfort, the sunglasses on her face slightly crooked. She brushed the tiny shards of broken glass off her maroon pencil skirt and tugged at her red blazer harshly as she walked over to assess the damage. Even after what would give most people a massive jolt to their systems, her walk was ever so sturdy, albeit with a touch of indignancy.
The voices around Artem died down just as he heard her huff and run a hand through her hair.
“Fucking hell, it’s too early for this.”
[ A/N: Hey guys! So this idea just popped into my head one fine evening when I was playing the game. Some of the reasoning as to why Rosa got assigned to work at Themis alongside Artem may not make too much sense, but I’m working on it. This will be an AU series, and I cannot wait to write down the interactions with the boys that I’ve thought up! . Also, tagging @raentaro because I really want to hear your opinion on this! ]
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Okay, just so that we’re clear…I would NEVER break up with Darius. I mean, have you seen this fine specimen of God? The NXX team is so lucky this dilf-looking isn’t dateable.
Also Giann, stop cockblocking your brother and go back to being missing. I am sorry that was so mean.
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Just thinking about how much S2(?) Mammon would get teased about his crush on MC on a daily basis by not just his brothers, but the entire Devildom.
He isn’t exactly quiet in public either, so I am confident that he’s sparked quite a few misunderstandings with the whole ‘I am MC’s first’ thing. Thanks to his brothers gossiping amongst their friend circles (or jealous complaining in Levi’s case), the entire demon realm knows that the second Lord is heads over heels for the human exchange student.
Can’t let such a wonderful chance to be demonic pass up, now can they?
Shopkeepers always refer to MC as ‘his partner’ and offer schemes for couples whenever he’s out with them even if he’s blushing profusely and screaming at them to cut it out. One can clearly observe their grins as soon as his back is towards them; they clearly enjoy the entertainment they get out of watching a demon lord acting like an overgrown attention-hungry puppy.
At Fangol practice matches, succubae from the cheerleading squad intentionally ask MC to cheer and ‘scream a player’s name as hard as they can’ when Mammon’s within earshot so that they can watch him stomp over all cherry red and blurt out some poor excuse about why the human can’t. They coo and giggle over it in the showers like high schoolers.
His manager in charge of arranging his photoshoots always asks MC to visit and purposefully gets them surrounded by staff, and the entire set gets an absolute kick out of watching the second born get irritable and distracted throughout the job. Quite a few times, the photographer had to accommodate the human into the shoot as well just to get Mammon to sit still.
The witches purposefully whisper about MC whenever Mammon comes over. It’s their new best way to strike deals with him; dirt and information on MC in exchange for money and favors. It works like a charm. Every. Single. Time. After a while, they toned down on it because even they started feeling bad for tricking him like that.
Everyone’s always known that he’s possessive of his belongings, but this time they can see it is different. How he’s like a different person around MC.
Mammon is the butt of so many harmless and quite frankly adorable jokes because of his lovesickness. A lot of Lust demons even fawn over it once in a while which in turn gets Asmo riled up. A lot of demonesses secretly wish their boyfriends and lovers were more like him. Demons want some soft loving too, you know.
Sorry girls, there’s only one like that. And his heart belongs to only one.
or: lucifer, and the frozen moments that hold you close to him.
*sigh* look. when i started writing, this was supposed to just be a cute little something about lucifer being all soft and sweet on you! somehow i’ve ended up with some sort of weird character study about pride instead… oi, what do you mean, “i’m projecting”? gn!reader, angst to fluff, blood mention and the tiniest bit of (tasteful) body horror in the middle. heavily inspired by chet baker’s “my funny valentine”. lucifer seeing the world through a very particular lens in 1800 words or less.
there are no pictures in lucifer’s study.
asmo goes on at him about how “honestly, lucifer, you spend half yourlife in here… you ought to at least make it look nice!”. he’s probably right, but lucifer always dodges the issue and shoos him out before he can suggest something like that ridiculous floral monstrosity that seems to consume most of asmo’s room.
and okay, fine, maybe his office is a bit plain, but it’s not a bad place to be, as long as your name isn’t mammon. tastefully decorated and understated in its richness, those soft, plush furnishings, that lovely dark wood - all lovingly chosen, all part of lucifer’s carefully cultivated image. he’s prince diavolo’s right hand man, first of the seven lords of the devildom, the avatar of pride. it stands to reason that his study should reflect that, right?
This is one of the most beautiful pieces I’ve read about Lucifer. I was smiling so widely when I read about him framing photos of his brothers and friends up. I can see him hunched over his desk in his grandpa glasses carefully cutting up pictures from magazines in my mind ☺️
Lucifer rarely shows affection, which is why it is so heartwarming for me. More than moments with MC, I look forward to seeing Luci get soft and gooey for his family. ❤️✨
Another Obey Me AU idea from yours truly. I was just rewatching Loki the other day and got this idea. For the sake of it, MC is female here.
So, a huge war went down between the realms, resulting in the death of most involved in it. It could be for any or numerous reasons. The Devildom is in shambles, its citizens disoriented…for their reality as they knew it had been completely destroyed.
The Avatars are dead.
The Future King is dead, and so it the Queen.
The sole survivors of the massacre are Barbatos and the heir to the throne. Diavolo and MC’s child.
But they are both missing. Michael had overturned every stone in Devildom looking for them, but all in vain. He stands in the center of the destroyed throne room, clutching his spear in a death grip as he glares holes into the floor. He has finally done it, gone past the point of no return all for the sake of following Father’s will. He has killed and gotten his own brothers killed, young and bright angels whom he had raised with the very hands that were now covered in their blood. He swears this is the last thing he does before he joins them, for no repentance or prayer could save him from this malfeasance.
Meanwhile Barbatos watches over the ongoing war with a glazed over look in his eyes, yet another timeline where his homeland succumbs to a violent end. Roars and pained cries resonate in the air around him, but they all fall on deaf ears. Nothing could inflict pain on him anymore, not after his loved ones perished right in front of his eyes. His chest felt hollow, as if whatever had been sitting inside it had been ripped out. His arms felt heavy, as if a substantial weight were shifting inside them…
A soft coo made him look down into bright champagne irises looking intently up at him.
He forced his lips into a polite smile, one even he knew the little one didn’t buy. “It is time for us to leave, My Lord.”
And that’s how Barbatos raised the youngling so that no one could find them. At the near end of every timeline. At the death of a thousand worlds.
At first, he couldn’t bring himself to look at the child. They resembled something too familiar to him, the pieces of two of his most beloved people put together. Everything about them was a painful memory. Their smile, their laugh, their needs, their hobbies. Even their first word.
He had been cooking in the premises of an abandoned hut for them when he had heard it. He had stumbled out of the kitchen like a madman, frantically looking for the child who had been sitting in the living room with their arms outstretched.
They said it again, with a smile that radiated a warmth brighter than the sun. For a moment he stood there motionless, eons of repressed memories flooding back to him. And then the emotions that hit him knocked the numbness out of him.
He could not remember when the tears rolled down his cheeks or when he scooped them up in his arms and kissed every inch of their face. All he remembered was cradling them gently to sleep, vowing to protect them no matter what the cost.
His Young Master had come back to him.
He had lost him once, he would not lose him again.
[ cw: heavy angst, mentions of physical and mental abuse, mentions of suicide and suicidal thoughts, please seek help if you experience anything like this]
Mammon angst alert. I had this idea that I absolutely had to share. If anyone likes it enough to elaborate it, then do tag me in your wonderful works!
The brothers had been major A-grade assholes to Mammon for centuries before MC showed up, and even then they didn’t tone down on the insults. So what if…he had been contemplating suicide for a long time back then?
The punishments and humiliation were taking their toll on him. The wound Lilith left on his heart was picked upon everytime like a gaping hole blazing around the edges. It should have been me. She could’ve made them much happier. Was all he could think about for days’ end. None of his brothers could even stand in a single room without tearing into him or each other. As much as it disgusted and repelled him to admit it, he missed the warm peaceful days in Celestial Realm. Michael’s punishments were nothing compared to this hell he had been abruptly thrusted into. Back then his family was complete, still a family. Now they were just strangers under a roof.
So in a last desperate attempt to escape the mind-numbing cycle of his life, he decides to end it. For once and for all.
He even recorded his last message on a cursed record so that Lucifer could hear it; he left it at the back of his collection. He had the time, method and place all prepared so no one would be able to interrupt. In fact, he was going to go for it after school the day Diavolo introduced the exchange students. (That’s why he could have been upset, because Lucifer slapped babysitting duties on him??)
He’s upset, but he has to act normal. He knows no one cares about him, but he still can’t risk arousing suspicion and discovery. He gives the human a tour, drops them off at the House of Lamentation, and scares them off for good. Doesn’t matter if Lucifer’s going to be pissed at him, he’ll be gone for good by then.
When he arrives at his private bungalow, he makes sure to lock all doors and windows with powerful spells before sitting down on the couch. He’s staring at the fistful of poisonous pills in his hand, vaguely recalling that even half of one is fatal for lower demons. Many should do the trick, right? He’s staring and staring, but his arm doesn’t raise upto his mouth.
Just then, something wet drops on top of them. A tear.
Then another.
And then they don’t stop streaming down his cheeks.
He can’t do it. And he doesn’t understand why.
He knows that there is nothing left for him to live for anymore, knows that none of his brothers would give a rat’s ass about him. They wanted this, for all he would know. And if he loved them so much, then why couldn’t he grant them this wish?
He puts the pills back and curls up on the plush sofa, feeling a muddle of emotions as he cries until his throat bleeds raw. Useless. Pathetic. Can’t even do one thing right.
He passes out like that, dreaming of the bright fields in Celestial Realm where he used to frolic with Lilith. Dreaming of her wide bright smile and her dazzling emerald eyes when she told him that he was the best brother she could ask for. At temporary ease that at least someone still loved him, even if it was just in his memories.
Okay we’re switching to bullets now
Time skip to the game’s events
He saw his family slowly become whole again in front of his eyes, and after what felt like an eternity the warmth of hope bloomed inside his chest
MC was a huge blessing in his life as well, their love and constant support helping him get better by himself
Slowly and steadily he reached to a point where even though he felt hurt by their words, he no longer wanted to give up on his life
Once he garnered enough courage, he trashed the pills
But he wasn’t sharp enough, because the cursed record completely escaped his memory
And one fateful night Lucifer accidentally came across it
He was getting bored of doing monotonous paperwork so he decided to put on some music
His fingers found his usual taste but then his eyes landed on something out of place
A new record, in a transparent plastic cover labelled ‘For Lucifer, From Mammon’
Chuckling mentally and thinking it was his little brother’s way of apologizing for breaking the record that was previously there, Lucifer pulled out the cover and put it on
[ Reblog with what you think will be the message on the record and I’ll upload the next part! ]
Greatest Desire: To help people become better versions of themselves.
Greatest Fear: Death of loved ones.
Dark Secret: She had a secret Tumblr account when she was 17 where she wrote smut about anime characters. It was horrible, and to this day no one in her family knows about it. And she would like to keep it that way.
Habits: Nail biting and biting the inside of her cheek when nervous, eating boogers.
Typical Mood: Neutral, but can get annoyed if interrupted while doing something she loves.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Temper: Bad. She becomes unreasonable and unresponsive when she is mad.
Likes: Junk (especially cheesy food), a good book, peace and quiet
Dislikes: Slimy creatures
[ COMBAT ]
Fighting Style: Spell casting
Role: Mage
Weapons: N/A
Magic Type: Illusion, Sound
Elements: Air (Best), Water (Worst)
Magic Trigger: N/A
Magic Block: Critical damage to body/voice-box
[ Out of 10 ]
Physical Strength: 6/10
Mental Strength: 8/10
Magic Strength: 10/10
Fighting Ability: 6/10
[ RELATIONSHIPS ]
Mother: Anya Adachihara
Father: Yoshiro Adachihara
Siblings: Ryuichi Adachihara (17)
Other Relatives:
Miyuki Jinguji (Maternal Grandmother)
Hideyoshi Adachihara (Paternal Grandfather)
Kimiko Adachihara (Paternal Grandmother)
Friends:
Human World: Lisa Hendricks, Audrey Zhang, Aaron Black
Devildom: Melissa
Enemies: N/A
Pets: N/A
Significant Other: Mammon
[ OTHER ]
Occupations: Physical Therapist (Human World)
Hobbies: Reading, Listening To Music, Practicing Combat
Best Class: Demon Anatomy and Physiology
Worst Class: Devildom History and Politics
Other Notes: She doesn’t like the cafeteria food.
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Who was the character that got you into obey me and who ended up being your favorite?
Optional: you can say why
The character that got me into Obey Me: Lucifer
Listen…I have a type in otomes, okay? The dark-haired, stoic but secretly soft boys always capture my heart the fastest. I saw a really hot fanart on Tumblr of Lucifer and immediately went ‘I HAVE TO SEE WHO THIS IS’. And then baam, I am a fan. Although he was clearly different than what I expected in the beginning, he still has a soft spot in my heart nonetheless. I am severely torn between peppering his face with sweet kisses and punching him until he pisses blood for hurting Mammon. So yeah, it’s complicated that way.
The character who ended up being my favourite: Mammon
It was a very big struggle for me to decide at first. I loved them all a lot (okay, maybe not all of them. Asmo and Belphie weren’t in the list to begin with) but then as the story progressed, I found myself gravitating more and more towards Mammon. Honestly, he grew on me with his adorable jealousy and protective big brother vibes. I’ll admit that he goes a little overboard sometimes with the whole tsundere thing, but that doesn’t make him any less likeable for me. I get the urge to spoil and baby him a lot, and I guess that’s all there is to it. Sorry, I’m not that good with my words.
