"I Have A Story And Lucifer Going To Kill Me For It, But Fuck It."

「 Love Sick 」

part 1 ┊ part 2

Asmodeus

— [cw] ⨾ spiraling anxious thoughts

MC sneezed, wiping their nose with their sleeve.

“See, I’ve just been all gross and icky for these past couple of days.” Mc brought their comforter further up their laying body, covering the lower half of their face in embarrassment.

“Please let me recover in peace- I look and feel terrible right now. And, I don’t want you to catch this too..” MC mumbled, burning cheeks concealed from Asmo’s concerned gaze.

Asmo’s brows had been furrowed for longer than MC had ever seen them. After a pause, he sat up from MC’s bed with a strained sigh.

“If that’s what you need right now, my love.” He spoke with a forced smile, “But promise you won't hesitate to give me a ring if you need absolutely anything, okay?”

MC gave a strained smile of their own as Asmo rubbed their blanket-covered calf in reassurance.

“I will.”

A mix of foul emotions flooded Asmo the moment he witnessed MC wave Mammon out of their room.

‘What was Mammon doing in their room?’ ‘Did MC call for him?’ ‘How long has he been in there?’ ‘Did MC need something?’

Asmo quickened his pace, meeting a panicked MC at the door. He pushed his intrusive thoughts to the side in order to focus on keeping a lighthearted expression so as to not worry MC.

“MC? I thought you wanted to rest peacefully until you got better. Did you need something? Did you call me-“ Asmo began to reach for his cell before MC interrupted.

“No! No, I mean, I just forgot my medicine in the living room so I had Mammon grab it for me.” MC subconsciously hid their form behind their bedroom door.

Asmo reached out to place a hand against the door, ensuring MC wouldn’t shut it so soon.

“But then, why did he come in?” Asmo asked, focused on keeping his tone of voice neutral.

“Well, he insisted I have something to eat, so he brought up some soup Satan made along with my medicine.” MC looked away in shyness upon recalling the memory.

Asmo’s mouth opened to speak, but not before Belphie appeared before the two, interrupting to speak to MC.

“MC, Beel told me you were still feeling sick, even after all the care he and Levi gave you yesterday.”

Asmo felt a pang in his chest, hurt not to have noticed MC’s condition before his brothers.

“Well yeah,” MC lightly chuckled, “Humans take a longer to heal; all the symptoms don’t disappear at once either.”

Belphie looked MC up and down, taking note of their physical state best he could with MC hiding most of themself behind their door.

“You look tired. Here-” Belphie grabbed MC’s hand as he slipped into their room, “-I’ll make sure you rest well.”

"Oi Belphie-" Asmo announced shortly before Belphie unapologetically shut the door in his face.

He rattled the doorknob. Locked.

In his frustration, Asmo decided it’d be best to return to his room and find something soothing to indulge in.

Maybe, he could catch MC alone later on.

3 days had passed since Asmo last spoke with MC.

They had finally made a full recovery, tributing their health to the doting care of every demon brother.

Almost, every demon brother.

By the end of MC’s sick episode, Asmo had assisted MC about two times- neither directly involving MC; just fetch quests Lucifer sent him on to retrieve items from the local corner store.

‘Why isn’t MC summoning me after all the times I offered to help?! Did I do something to offend them? Hurt them?? Do they regret making a pact with me???’

No matter how much he wanted to pout and whine and throw a tantrum directly in front of MC, Asmo refused to do anything that could potentially worsen MC’s health.

Despite his insecurities, he could never cause his precious MC to be inconvenienced by his feelings.

Not these feelings, anyhow.

After all, it could have been his fault MC got sick in the first place. Maybe that’s why they’ve been so distant lately. Are they mad at Asmo for making them sick? Could he accidentally cause MC to fall ill again without even realizing it??

His brothers could tell something was eating away at him- quite obviously in fact, due to the amount of sighing and pouting he did.

They could also tell it most likely had something to do with MC- quite obviously, due to his habit of putting on a cheery facade in MC’s presence.

As much as it pained the brothers to leave a newly recovered MC in the hands of their less than responsible brother, Lucifer they all decided it would be best to let the two hash out this problem before Asmo it became a nuisance for the rest of them.

"MC, we've been summoned to the castle. You are to keep an eye on Asmodeus while we're gone. If anything should go wrong, which I assume will not happen while such a responsible demon is present, you have our numbers."

"Of course, have a safe trip!" MC replied cheerily while Asmo stood trembling from Lucifer's indirect threat.

As the remaining brothers' complaints cut off with the closing of the front door, Asmo attempted to sneak his way into his room before MC could speak to him.

He was successful, leaving MC in the empty foyer with only the prodding feeling of abandonment for company.

Lunchtime came and left, and the 6 demon brothers were still not home.

'Ah, it's already getting dark. I should probably check on MC, just in case they need me...'

Asmo's thoughts began to spiral once more:

'They don't seem to need me anymore. Is it over? Has MC grown sick of me?? Do I, do I repulse them??!'

A tear rolled down Asmodeus' expressionless face as his mind drifted further and further from reality.

Pulled back out by a familiar voice, he realized MC was now approaching where he sat on his bed.

"Asmo? Hello? Are you sleeping with your eyes open? Is that a demon thing??"

He couldn't help but chuckle at the human's remarks. He wiped away the singular tear with a delicate finger as he mustered his joyous persona best he could.

"I didn't realize you were the type to sneak into someone's room unnanounced~" The words to MC sounded similar to an unrisen cake.

"I was going to ask if you wanted to help me make dinner for us? I asked the others and they said they were eating out, so we only need to cook for two!"

"Oh?" Asmo's voice began to crack as he felt tears coming on, tilting his head further from MC's gaze as he anxiously brushed his bangs behind his ear.

MC leaned in closer to Asmo, trying to decipher this abnormal behavior they had never seen from him before.

"Is something wrong, Asmo?"

'Something wrong? Something wrong?? Obviously! Have they really not been paying attention to me at all??!'

Asmo had finally hit the brink of his spiraling thoughts. Resetting his posture, his defenses rose instantly, and he made a decision.

The decision to make MC hate him.

part 1 ┊ part 2

Belphie: I’ll kill you.

MC: Do it. No balls.

Narrator: He did in fact, have the balls.

The Enemy from the other side of the room.

sometimes I forget how much power I have as an artist

The Devildom Deck: Table of Contents

The Devildom Deck is a collection of Obey Me! drabbles inspired by each of the 78 standard tarot cards. The series is still in progress; I will be adding the chapter links here as I go for easy reference.

Can also be read on AO3 here

The Major Arcana

0 - The Fool

1 - The Magician

2 - The High Priestess

3 - The Empress

4 - The Emperor

5 - The Hierophant

6 - The Lovers

7 - The Chariot

8 - Strength

9 - The Hermit

10 - Wheel of Fortune

11 - Justice

12 - The Hanged Man

13 - Death

14 - Temperance

15 - The Devil

16 - The Tower

17 - The Star

18 - The Moon

19 - The Sun

20 - Judgement

21 - The World

this is how tumblr girlies hold and look at their insane fictional men

Im never becoming old and I’m never dying so God can figure that one out on his own. Not my problem

jujutsu kaisen is about two men with such godawful personalities that they are literally the only people who can stand each other. and then they break up and decide to make it everyone else’s problem