I found this Picrew and said, “Why not make a tag game?”
Your and Your Fav Obey me S.O Kid! You can show more than 1 kid if you see having more than one! You can tag whoever you like! (Idk if I’ll do my other fav demons, should I?“)
What if all the human applicants for the exchange program were actually scouted and encouraged to apply? What if they all were descendents of Lilith? So that no matter which application landed at Lucifer’s feet that fateful day, it was always going to be a descendant of Lilith.
A Lucky demon wants to take you out on a first official date!
A/N:I‘ve been stuck in a mood so we get this!! (luci is he shortest with 900 words so take that as you will for the rest of the bois)
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Lucifer:
It’s a classic date. You’ve both shared meals together- whether it be with the brothers and the others, or just the two of you, but even then, the meals were rushed, they weren’t something so intimate. He takes his time, with planning the date, the time and seating arrangements already plotted before he’s even asked you. Lucifer knows what he’ll wear, he knows what he’ll tell you and it’s all so simple in his mind. He isn’t nervous in the slightest when he approaches you, asking you for just a moment of your time and pulling you into his study. He clears his throat and he looks at you and for a moment, he’s breathless. Pride flows through his vein as blood flows through yours, but for just a moment, for a second that he catches, he’s speechless. However, it isn’t enough to deter him away from asking you to accompany him on a date. He’s in front of you, pulling you to sit beside him and he asks you if you’d be willing to go on a date with him. He tries to hide his enthusiasm when you accept, but it’s evident- his chest puffs a bit and he stands taller, rising up with a sly smile on his face as he tells you excellent, letting you know that he’ll tell you the details at a later time.
He fixes his attire, pulling on his blazer and making sure his keys and wallet are with him. He approaches your room, gives a curt knock on your door and will call your name. He’s the perfect gentleman, smiling and grabbing your hand, bringing it up to his lips where he merely presses them against your knuckles. He compliments you, telling you how wonderful you look. A thought floats in his head that he wishes he had matched with you, but as quick as it came, it’s pushed away. The restaurant is high class and when you give him a worried look, he raises a simple hand. This is a date, he’s going to treat you out. Perhaps it’s a bit much, too forward and high class for a first date, but he wanted to leave a mark. You two sit in a quiet area, closed off by screens away from people, and enjoy a nice dinner. It’s tense at first, you look like you’re lost and given how the meals you’ve had recently have been more than loud, he doesn’t blame you. He takes great care in easing you into the date-pleasantries shared that soon turn into conversations where he hides his smile and you laugh behind your hand.
Once dinner is done, he’ll take your hand and lead you into his car- opening the door for you and helping you inside. The date isn’t over yet, he wants to make this a moment to remember, to have you think back and look at it with fond memories. He talks to you, listing off that you’re going to see a play- it’s one that’s been sold out for quite a while, a popular play based on some human myth. It’s for you- he wants you to experience a bit of humanity while here so he sits with you, enjoying the show and staring at your hand that rests on the arm rest. He’ll clench his hand and bite the inside of his cheeks, resisting the urge to take your hand. Pride has faltered for a moment, gone and replaced with a demon who stares at your hand for a bit too long. It isn’t until you tap on his shoulder, murmuring to him that you’re cold, that he removes his jacket and lets it wrap around your shoulders.
The play is over, done and finished with bows and cheers. You tell him how you enjoyed it, pulling on his coat tighter around your body. He doesn’t ask for it back, lets it linger with you a bit longer. It’s begun to drizzle once you’re outside. Your hand reaches out to touch the rain, your palm wet with droplets. The weather- he had forgotten to check the weather. His flustered nature is apparent, his hands tightening and pulling yours back, his eyes scanning for the car. He’ll raise a brow once you start to laugh, raising a finger and pulling an umbrella seemingly out of nowhere- a spell, no doubt. You share that umbrella to the car, taking on his role and opening his door, and closing it behind him.
The drive to the house is filled with idle chatter. You mention how you heard the myth once ago, and you’ll talk about another, wanting to get his opinion. The conversation soon turns into one of both of you chuckling over a Devildom show. It’s lighthearted and his stomach drops when you arrive home. He didn’t want this date to end- not yet, but it’s come to an end. Lucifer still wants to take your hand, to hold it and feel the warmth and how soft you are and though he’s wearing gloves, he’ll take them off to feel your hands. At your door, he’ll do something bold; he may not be able to hold your hand, but he’ll lean down and kiss your cheek, his hand slipping his jacket off from you, and tell you that he hopes you’ll consider another date with him. He bids you goodnight, a pink tint on his cheeks as he walks away, trying so desperately to not touch his lips.
Here’s part 7 of the series! This idea has been rattling around in my brain for a while. You have to imagine this happens just before the events of chapter 16, just for added bittersweetness. I did actually have an angsty version of this planned originally, which I still might type up if people are interested. Anywho, hope you enjoy!
Lucifer was no stranger to being the object of others’ idolatry and adoration. For as long as he could remember, he has been loved by nearly everybody he meets. This should make him feel proud. It doesn’t. Love always comes at a price and he’s usually the one who has to pay.
As he watched his little family grow fonder of you, he speculated whether you were blessed with that same quality. He understood why he was so universally admired; he took pride in maintaining his air of perfection. Yet you didn’t seem to possess this same level of self-awareness. Being loved, and loving in return, came as naturally to you as breathing. No matter how he endeavoured to maintain a respectable distance, you managed to pull him into your orbit.
You were the perfect student for this exchange programme. In the short time since you arrived in the Devildom, you had sparked a profound change in his brothers. It was his ardent wish that your intentions were good, rather than ill. He would test you in subtle ways, or at least more subtly than his attempt to kill you had been. Every question was a concealed trap designed to catch you out. Every tedious chore he gave you was a measure of your patience. If his brothers wanted a human master, so be it, but he alone would determine whether you were deserving of this responsibility. He was certain that you had been in the attic, but it would seem you hadn’t encountered Belphegor in his plush prison. After all, he had locked him out of sight for his own protection, and yours.
Everything he did for his family; he did out of love. Even if it pained him more deeply than it did his brothers.
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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. ❤️✨
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.
Like they don’t necessary have to drop an f bomb in every sentence but if they bang their funny bone, get annoyed, or are struggling to open something theyll let something fly.
Lucifer hates it and says it’s unbecoming so he’s implemented a swear jar. MC, Mammon, and Satan are the largest contributors
However MC has a special swear jar of their own for biblical swears. He’s learned the hard way humans have a unique and vulgar habit of referencing big papa. Simeon supports the swear jar system but for vastly different reasons
Winners include: god damn it, fucking Christ, for the love of God, good lord, I swear to fucking god
Watch your tongue MC
MC: *hits toe on table leg*
MC: God-fucking-damnit!
Mammon: *spits the water he was drinking*
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[ Levi and MC were playing games in his room. They finally win an especially difficult co-op level after playing for three hours. ]
Leviathan: *happy snek noises* Hooray, MC! We won—
MC: *screaming in the WWE anchor voice* FUCK YEAH MOTHERFUCKERS! HOW YOU LIKE THAT?!
Leviathan: *crawls into his bathtub quaking*
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Lucifer: *enjoying the silence of his office*
MC: *tries to enter the room but spots SatanandBelphegor hiding in the corner in the last second*
MC: Jesus fucking Christ! You scared the shit out of me!
Satan:
Belphegor:
Lucifer: *heard everything inside his office* One evening. Just one. Peaceful. Evening.
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MC: *staring at the huge pile of homework in front of them*
MC: All of this is due…tomorrow?!
Simeon: Yes, even I think it is unreasonable.
MC: Oh God, fuck me.
Simeon: *freezes*
Simeon: *clears throat* MC…you might want to…review what you just said…
MC: *shakes their head* Not in the slightest. Considering the academic workload at R.A.D, I might even take the offer up to him.
Simeon: *dies on the inside but smiles through the pain* Good Heavens….
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MC: *opens fridge to get ingredients for dinner preparation only to find the fridge empty*
MC: BEEL!
Beelzebub: *sticks head out from behind the wall* Hmm?
MC: *angry human noises while pointing at the empty fridge*
Beelzebub: Oh, sorry about that. Fangol practice ran late and I was really hungry, so…
MC: *huffs* I swear to fucking God I’m done with this goddamn house getting on my goddamn nerves all the fucking time—
Beelzebub: *too shocked to speak*
Lucifer: *shouts from the living room* MC! LANGUAGE!
MC: *shouts back* THEN TELL HIM TO STOP EATING ALL MY GODDAMN FOOD!
Lucifer: STOP BRINGING FATHER INTO EVERYTHING!
MC: YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER!
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*meanwhile God sneezing uncontrollably in the Celestial Realm while Michael blows every healer’s head off because they cannot figure out why he is sick*
