The Sanctity Of A Name.

[ 𝟏𝟏:𝟐𝟑 𝐏𝐌 ] — 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐈

warnings: mentions of abuse (hanma’s home life)

the light tapping on your window from hanma makes you quietly shuffle out of bed, careful not to let your parents hear as you cautiously open it and let your boyfriend in. he offers you a tight smile, climbing through quietly and standing before you.

“hey, baby—sh-shit,” he cuts himself off with a wince as you hug him. immediately, you pull away, concern written all over your face as you glance him over. his hair is disheveled and his jacket, thrown on in haste, hides the rips in his shirt. “just kinda sore, is all,” he tries to reassure you, but his voice wavers the slightest bit.

and then it clicks.

hanma seems unbreakable, untouchable, even. you’ve been guilty of seeing him that way countless times yourself, but dating hanma let’s you see more to him than what meets the eye. he’s human, you’ve seen this countless times. he has weaknesses, fears, and he has his own battles and inner turmoils. just like everyone else.

but mostly, he has a shitty hell hole of a home that you can’t wait to get him out of.

“was he drunk again?” you murmur, pushing back a few stray strands of hair from his face.

he doesn’t meet your eyes, and you know it’s hard for him to open up about these things to you. it’s hard for him to admit that he lets these things happen to him in the walls of his own home while he roams the street almost like a god amongst men. it’s hard for him to look you in the eye and let you see the sore parts and the battered and bruised ones too.

inside and out.

“when’s he not?” he chuckles bitterly. “‘s okay, baby. i’m okay,” he shrugs. but before he can make his way past you and climb onto your bed, you lay a hand on his cheek, making him pause. it’s the gentleness of your touch, how tender and careful and loving it is when it comes to him, how you treat him like he’s made of glass even if he’s much stronger than you—not because he’s weak, but because he’s precious—that makes you home for hanma.

not that shitty busted down apartment with his drunkard father that likes to take swings at him for the littlest of things.

“shuji, let me see,” you insist. he hesitates, he doesn’t want you to see the bruises that litter his body from his father’s escapade tonight. and he remembers laying as a child, back when he used to let tears stream down his face, how he’d always dreamt of having somewhere to run to.

and now, now that the tears don’t come, now that he simply takes it like he’s trained himself to do, he realizes he does have somewhere to run to. your arms, no matter where you might be, are his safe haven.

as are his for you.

“don’t worry—”

“i always worry,” you cut him off. and for a second, he stares at you so intensely, you wonder if you’ve said the wrong thing. but then, he buries his head into your neck, clutching onto you tightly as you feel small tears drop and wet your skin. it’s been a really long time since hanma’s let himself cry over his fucked up home and his fucked up dad, but now he has someone to wipe the tears, and it’s almost overwhelming—the warmth and the hope, he’s never felt things like that before.

“didn’t even say shit to him this time,” he grits his teeth. “went off over nothing,” his voice cracks along with your heart.

and of the two of you, you’ve always had a better moral conscience, but for a split second, it flies out the window as you wish the worst upon the man who’d hurt the boy in your arms. some day, you think, when you and hanma get away from all of this, you’ll both give his father a taste of his own medicine.

but for now, you turn to your boyfriend, rubbing his back soothingly as you press a soft kiss to the side of his head. he sniffles, relaxing slightly when your fingers thread through his messed up hair.

“he won’t be able to hurt you for much longer,” you promise. “and then we’ll burn his whole place down,” you smile, bringing his face out of your neck and cupping his cheeks. he lets out a watery chuckle as your thumb wipes the stray tears.

“he’s gotta be in it when we do,” he adds. hanma let’s himself sit on your bed, watching as you pull out a hoodie you’d stolen from him, making your way over.

“of course,” you grin, kissing his forehead. “i’ll go get you something to eat, i’m sure you haven’t eaten much,” you say quietly. and he knows it’s an excuse to leave him to change out of his ruined shirt alone, he knows it’s so he doesn’t have to feel any weaker than he already does from you seeing the marks that litter his upper body.

hanma promises he’ll offer you everything you’ve given him and more some day, he’ll have the city down on its knees before him, and he’ll make sure you’re there by his side watching.

“make sure to get me something sweet,” he calls, grinning when you roll your eyes.

“you can have something sweet after some real food, shuji,” you say sternly, and the fondness in your voice and the softness of your gaze makes him realize he’d follow you everywhere—to the end of the world and beyond that if he has to, just for the taste of home you give him.

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「 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

internally, satan is just an old woman

Kabedon Compilation ; 7 Brothers

Diavolo + others

a series of commission for @KimetsuYou on twitter over the past few months, thanks so much! so satisfying to see it all finally lined up yay~ 

Obey Me As Tumblr #9

Leviathan: I wish puberty took you to a customize character screen

Satan: Do you realize how many people would be dragons

Solomon: You say this like it’s a bad thing

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Mammon: Uptown funk would’ve made it onto the shrek soundtrack

Solomon: That’s the truest statement I’ve ever read

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Asmodeus: Once in the fifth grade this kid called me a homo and I thought it meant homeless and I was so confused I said ‘Raphael you’ve been to my house’

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Mammon: My brother just accidentally prematurely sent an email to his boss…. It was supposed to say ‘I am afraid that we will have to postpone our meeting’ but he hit send when all it said was

Hi, Diavolo

I am afraid

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Mammon: Fun Disney fact! Fiona was the first red-headed Disney Princess when she made her debut in 1988, one year before Ariel did in The Little Mermaid (1989)

Mephistopheles: Shrek came out in 2001

Mammon: Good for him

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Satan: One time in math class my math teacher was really pissed at us and he was yelling “DO YOU EVEN KNOW BASIC MATH? DO YOU KNOW ADDITION? WHAT’S TWO PLUS TWO? MAMMON WHAT’S TWO PLUS TWO?” and poor Mammon wasn’t paying attention so I leaned over to him and whispered “seven” and he blurted out “SEVEN” and I have never laughed harder and I doubt I ever will.

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Asmodeus: Today at work I let someone into a dressing room and they said “thank you” and half of me tried to say “you’re welcome” and the other half tried to say “no problem” and I ended up saying “your problem.”

Mammon: One time I was playing soccer in gym. Ball is up in the air. Think I’m gonna be awesome and air kick it into the goal. Try. Miss ball. Kick goalie in the face. Try to ask “are you okay” and

“I’m fucking sorry” at the same time. Instead end up yelling “ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY!?” Goalie is cooking back tears.

Leviathan: This post had me in tears.

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Raphael: That’s a cute foot fetish you got there, would you mind keeping it 25796323689432 feet away from me?

Asmodeus: 25796323689432 feet you say?

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Simeon: If you had six minutes left to live what’s the last song you’d listen to

Leviathan: I’d spend the entire six minutes trying to pick a song

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Mammon: You call it “really bad at darts”, I call it freestyle acupuncture

Barbatos: Sir I’m going to have to ask you to leave the bar

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Mammon: Can you OD on vitamin D?

Mephistopheles: That’s how Icarus died

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Leviathan: I’m really into internet discourse but only pointless and stupid internet discourse like how many holes there are in a straw (it’s 2)

Mephistopheles: No it’s an infinite amount of holes stacked on top of eachother

Leviathan: This is exactly what I’m talking about

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Luke: I have small hands

Leviathan: Bring them closer to you they’re just far away

Luke: Wow you were right…

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Diavolo: You ever dip your entire Oreo in milk except the part where you’re holding it and feel like thetis dipping newborn Achilles into the River of Styx making him invulnerable everywhere except for his heel

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Solomon:

Two things I need today’s youth to know:

1. Anything the government says is propaganda

2. 99% of vegetables taste better roasted

Barbatos: you spelled boiled wrong

Solomon:

My apologies:

Anything the government says is boiled

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Diavolo: The weirdest instance of “getting my wires crossed” I’ve ever experienced: I had a piece of candy at my desk. My intention was to simultaneously eat the candy and start a brief work task. I put the candy in my mouth and felt a surge of alarm as I was convinced, for a fraction of a second, that I had somehow eaten the task I was about to start.

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Asmodeus: Hope everyone is well today!

Asmodeus: And tomorrow !!!!

Asmodeus: After that you’re on your own

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Luke: Omg my guardian just came into my room and told me that I’m spending too much time on the internet so he told me “I’m sorry I have to do this but it’s for your own good.” and then he proceeded to delete the internet explorer icon from my desk top

And the way he said “I just deleted the internet” just takes the cake

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

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