Lucifer5lucy - Lucy Rose Vivian

「千年経っても私の心は変わらない、

私がそれを言うとき私を信じて

私が大好きなのはあなただけです

広大な星がちりばめられた空。」

- lucy vivian

Sebastian Michaelis,the friend we all need!

Made some changes to the original to suit my oc

"Je ne dirai pas que je regrette de ne pas avoir fait les choses.

Je ne veux juste pas regretter les décisions que je prends maintenant.

allons-nous voyager en voyage,

bien au-delà ?"

-par-

lucy vivian

dude just- really damn

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this is so cute

He dances with MC [Obey Me! Headcanons]

Note: This is more how he dances with MC for the first time since realizing he's in love with them.

Obey Me! Masterlist

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Lucifer

The moment they entered the ballroom, he felt his heart tighten and his breath be stolen by how enchanting they looked in their formal wear. Lucifer felt his hands twitch with desire to take a hold of them and be their first and only dance partner for the night.

He just managed to tear his eyes away from MC and into the flute of demounous he swirled around. No, he felt as though he didn’t necessarily deserve to ask MC for such an honor. Not after when he nearly crushed their hand at a prior ball. And despite him feeling undeserving, he kept his eyes off of MC. He didn’t want to see them be swept away by another demon to dance. He sighed, ready to resign himself away from the crowd, but paused when he heard them say their name. He glanced up and froze. They were even more breathtaking up close, he couldn’t help but stare.

They frowned and fidgeted with their clothes. “Do I look okay? It’s not too much is it? Asmo helped pick it out.”

“No, it’s…” Lucifer breathed out. He made a mental note to thank Asmodeus later. “You look lovely.”

MC grinned at him. “Thank you, you look lovely yourself.” They glanced out towards the dance floor. “Would you like to dance with me?”

Lucifer felt himself smirk to hide the fact at how much his heart was wanting to burst free from his chest. “If that’s what you desire,” he spoke smoothly, disguising that he wanted nothing more than to dance with MC.

MC nodded their head and took a hold onto the arm he offered. He led them out to the floor. His hand placed itself over theirs and twirled them until they faced him. Lucifer pulled MC so that they were pressed close to his body. His crimson eyes not daring look away from their face as they drank in all of their features. He watched as they smiled up at him, making him melt into their arms.

Mammon

He gulped as he waited at the bottom of the stairs to the house. His foot tapped nervously and his arms were folded across his chest. It was his duty to escort MC from the house to the castle as their first man. He repeated that thought multiple times to reassure himself that it wasn’t obvious how smitten he was with them.

Then, he heard their feet tap against the stairs. He glanced up and froze in place. He felt his face, ears, and neck burn hotly. His heart skipped a beat. And then another. And then another. He was pretty sure his heart was going to give out by how utterly jaw dropping MC looked.

It’s not obvious. It’s not obvious. It’s not obvious. It’s not obvious.

“What’s not obvious?” MC questioned with a small frown. “Is there something on my clothes? Does it look bad?”

Shit. He said that out loud. Mammon cleared his throat. “Ya look fine.” He managed to tear his eyes away from them. “Are ya ready to go?” MC nodded and followed him out of the house. He kept glancing their way, admiring how they looked under the moonlight.

Mammon paused in his steps, causing MC to follow suit. They gave him a confused look. “Listen, MC,” Mammon started. He swallowed the lump that was starting to form in him throat, trying to prevent the words from tumbling out of his mouth. “I was thinkin’, since I’m your first man and all, it’d only be right if I…If ya…If we shared our first dance together.”

MC tilted their head for a moment, taking in his words. Then, a grin formed. “I’d love that, Mammon.”

“R-really?!” he shouted. He cleared his throat and tried again, his voice much lower this time to try and sound cool. “I mean, really?”

MC giggled and grabbed his hand. “Of course, Mammon. If you didn’t ask, I was going to ask you.” They gave his hand a small squeeze.

He snapped and pulled MC close to him. His face was buried in the crook of their neck. He knew they could feel just how hot his face was, but he didn’t care. He squeezed them tightly as he rocked back and forth, relishing in the sound of MC’s giggles.

“This could count as our first dance together,” MC hummed, their own arms wrapped around him.

“I didn’t wanna mess up our first dance together with the pressure of the others watchin’ us,” Mammon grumbled. “I want all of your dances, ya hear?”

MC sighed and a nodded. “I hear you.”

Leviathan

He had practiced for weeks in front of the mirror. His arms holding the body pillow, pretending that it was MC in his arms. Every time, he’d catch a glanced at his flushed face and drop the pillow immediately. It was hopeless, wanting to dance with them. They’d want to dance with someone that was suaver, someone that could actually dance without tripping over their feet or stepping on them.

Despite all his practice, he found himself on the sidelines of the dance floor. It was a spot he had taken up residence at all prior dances. Leviathan never had anyone he wanted to dance with, until now.

“Will you dance with me, MC?” he muttered, practicing the words he wanted to ask them. He did it without becoming a stammering mess that time. Perhaps he could do that. He nodded. “May I have this dance, MC?” That sounded more formal, maybe more romantic. “I would like the honor of dancing with you, MC.” Leviathan shook his head. That one was too OOC for him. “Do you want to dance with me, MC?”

“I’d love to dance with you, Levi.”

Leviathan’s head snapped up. He heard a crack in his neck and winced at the pain. Though, his wince soon neared into a look of horror. His eyes widened. His face turned red. And he felt himself start to sweat. He stammered and tripped over his words. This wasn’t supposed to be how it was going to happen.

“W-wait,” Leviathan choked. “Yo-you want to dance with me?”

“Yes,” MC affirmed with a kind smile.

Leviathan glanced at the crowd. “In front of all of these people? Won’t I embarrass you?”

“Not at all.” They gently placed a hand on his arm. “But don’t feel pressured. We don’t have to dance if you don’t want to.”

Leviathan felt himself melt under just that simple touch. He looked away and bit his lip. “I want to.”

MC hand moved down his arm and grabbed his hand. They pulled him to the dance floor and situated their arms around him before leading him into a gentle and slow sway. Leviathan gulped and glanced down at their feet, trying to make sure he wouldn’t step on them.

“It’s okay, Levi, you can relax,” MC whispered. “I don’t care if you step on my toes.”

Leviathan glanced up at him, his heart beating furiously. How could he relax when the one he had fallen so hard for had their arms wrapped around him?

Satan

He took a deep breath as he eyed the flower he had ready. His jacket had a matching one pinned to it, now he wanted to pin one to MC’s formal wear. A small smile formed on his lips as he thought of them accepting it, still he had to make it a reality. With a deep breath, he made his way around the dance floor to where MC was speaking with some other demons.

“Excuse me, may I steal you for a moment, MC,” Satan spoke, ever the gentleman. MC nodded and quickly followed him, a smile playing on their lips. Satan paused for a moment and took a deep breath, telling himself that he could do this. He turned around with a faint blush painted across his cheeks. “This is for you.” He held out the flower towards MC.

“Thank you, Satan,” MC carefully took it from him and admired it. They noticed the pin and held it back out to him. “Would you put it on for me?”

Satan nodded, not trusting his words in that moment. Instead, he carefully pinned it to MC’s clothes, just near where their heart was.

MC lightly traced the petals with their fingers. “It’s beautiful, Satan.”

“It doesn’t hold a candle to you,” Satan managed to say without his voice shaking. Still, the blush intensified – he wasn’t completely unaffected by their charm. He cleared his throat, trying to hide how flustered he was slowly becoming. “MC, I was wanting to see if perhaps I could have your first dance?” His eyes held MC’s wit hope shining brightly.

“Yes, you can,” MC agreed and took a hold of his outstretched hand. He quickly brought their hand to his lips and placed a quick kiss to their knuckles. He glanced away bashfully and led them to the dance floor. The demon smiled at them as he wrapped his arms around them and led them in time with the music, though his feet wanted to step in time with the faster tempo of his heart.

Asmodeus

He sat on the edge of the bed, brimming with excitement at being the very first to see what MC would be wearing to the ball. It took everything he had to restrain himself from peering into the closet prematurely. Still, his patience was rewarded as MC stepped out of the closet and did a small twirl for him.

“How do I lo--?” MC’s question was cut off by the sound of Asmo squealing. He hopped over his bed and ran over. His hands held onto MC’s has he made them pose and twirl before him.

“You look ravishing, MC!” Asmo cooed, his eyes drinking in how the clothes fit their body perfectly. “I can’t stand just how good you look!” He wrapped his arms around their waste and lifted them off their feet, twirling them round. Once their feet rested back on the ground, he rested his cheek against theirs and swayed back and forth with them.

“My heart is pounding so hard right now,” Asmo whispered. “I was wanting to wait until the ball to hold you like this, but I can’t wait.” He closed his eyes loving the way MC’s body felt against his. “If I go to the ball wearing clothes that match yours, will you dance with me at the ball, too?”

MC laughed lightly. “You don’t have to match me just to dance with me there, Asmo.”

Asmo grinned. “It’d look better in photos if we matched, and I plan on having there be lots of pictures taken of us dancing together.”

“Then, alright, I will dance with you if you wear matching clothes.”

Asmo pulled away with a faint blush. His eyes were half-lidded as he gazed at MC with pure adoration. “I look forward to it, MC. I hope you will too.”

Beelzebub

The moment MC walked into the ballroom he was stuck in place. The plate in his hands was still halfway filled with food. Though, his hunger was no longer telling him to try and fill the blackhole he had in his stomach. From the time he saw MC, that hunger was silenced. Instead, his eyed them with a new desire. Beel placed his plate down on a nearby table and walked over to the human.

“Hello, MC,” he greeted them with a small smile, a blush already forming on his cheeks.

“Hi, Beel,” they returned the greeting with a grin of their own.

“You look nice.” He moved to stand next to them so that they could gaze out at the rest of the party, his own eyes never left them. His desire told him to hold them close and to take in their scent. He was sure it’d smell better than any food out there. He wanted to rest his lips on the knuckles of their fingers, on their cheeks, and on their lips. It was similar to his typical hunger, but different all the same.

MC giggled and sheepishly diverted their eyes from his stare. “You look handsome yourself, Beel.” Instead, their eyes glanced at the others dancing. Taking a deep breath, they dared to look back up at him. “Did you want to dance?”

Beel blinked and tilted his head slightly. He questioned if this would quell his new hunger. With a slight nod, Beel took a hold of MC’s dance and guided them to the dance floor. His arms wrapped around them and shielded them from view from the others, not that he minded if they saw him dance with MC.

“I’m not holding you too tightly, am I?” he asked with concern, knowing his strength could be a bit too much, especially for a human.

“No,” MC shook their head. “You’re just like a big teddy bear.”

Beelzebub gulped at the sweetness flowing from MC’s words. He chuckled lightly and nuzzled his head into their hair, they did smell better than any food. That combined with the warmth of MC being in his arms was enough to silence the eternal growl of his stomach and instead made his heart purr with happiness.

Belphegor

He fidgeted ever so slightly at the large crowd in the dance hall. Belphie was never a fan of these large gatherings, especially when it was for something to celebrate whatever Diavolo forced other to be joyful for. He grumbled to himself, glimpsing at MC chatting with the others. With a sigh, he slipped from the crowd and to the gardens outside of the castle.

He slowly walked through, allowing the moonlight to guide his steps. He could still hear the music from out in the gardens, it was much too loud for his tastes.

“Belphie!” a voice hollered. Belphegor paused in his tracks and looked over his shoulder seeing MC jogging in his direction. He turned around to wait for the human to catch up to him. “Are you alright?”

Belphie nodded and stifled a yawn. “It was too stuffy in there.” He also hated how the other demons looked at them, but he had no right to stop them.

MC nodded. “Yeah, they kind of are.” They shuffled from one foot to another. “Is it okay if I join you out here?”

“I won’t be much fun,” Belphie spoke, giving MC a reason to leave if they really didn’t want to be out there with him.

“We could dance,” MC suggested. “If you’re up for it.”

Belphie tensed up at the thought of MC trusting him to wrap his arms around them. He shifted with hesitation before he slowly nodded. He took a step forward. He wouldn’t hurt them. Then another step forward. They could trust him. His arms slowly raised up to circle around them. He wouldn’t betray their trust. He slowly melted into their own embrace, his head resting against them with his eyes drifting shut. Not again.

Diavolo

The prince took a deep breath. Truly, this ball was celebrating nothing. It was just an excuse to ask MC to dance with him. And though he was the next crowned king of the Devildom, he couldn’t help a boyish sense of excitement that fluttered around in his chest. It accompanied the nervous butterflies he had.

“They have arrived,” Barbatos informed him. Diavolo quickly searched the crowd before his eyes landed upon his favorite human, no, his favorite being in all three realms. He felt his breath be stolen from his lungs at how amazing they looked in their formal wear.

The prince inhaled deeply. He’s faced much scarier things than this. He could go up to the human and ask them for a dance. He’d be damned if he cared what the other demons whispered about if he asked them to be his first to dance. He wanted them to be his first, his last, his only.

“MC,” his voice broke through the crowd’s murmurs. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

MC looked up with that smile that always made his heart skip a beat. “Thank you for inviting me.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t dream of not inviting you,” Diavolo’s voice trailed off as he allowed himself to truly enjoy the sight of MC. With a slight clearing of his throat, he offered his hand out to them. “Would it be alright if you joined me for the first dance of the night? The others cannot start dancing until I’ve danced with a partner.”

That was true, but only because he set that as a rule for this event tonight. He wanted to truly show off MC as both a representative for the human realm, but also as someone he had come to truly care about.

MC gaped at him. “And you want me to be your dance partner?”

Not just a dance partner, he thought to himself. “I wouldn’t want anyone else,” he breathed out just above a whisper. MC hesitated, before they laid their hand in his and allowed him to lead them out to the dance floor. He placed his hands on their waist and stepped in time with the music as it signified the start of a new era between humans and demons.

Barbatos

He found his eyes lingering on MC’s form as they made their way through the crowd at Diavolo’s ball. They had yet to dance with anyone, something he found odd with how the brothers seemed to be taken with them – not that he would complain about that.

“Barbatos.” His attention snapped away from the human and towards his master. “You’ve been working yourself too hard. Take a break, go ask MC to dance with you.”

“My lord?” He frowned, not realizing he was being so blatantly obvious with his longing.

“Go on,” Diavolo pushed his friend out towards MC’s direction. “It’s an order!”

Barbatos staggered lightly, almost having lost his footing with how hard Diavolo had pushed him. With a sigh, and having no other choice, he quickly made his way towards MC. His feet moved too quickly for it being just an order to dance with them.

“Barbatos!” MC greeted him with a wide grin when they saw him. They quickly closed the distance between them.

Barbatos chuckled lightly at how MC had greeted him first. He tried to dismiss the strong fluttering of the butterflies in his stomach. “You look lovely tonight.”

MC looked away, their smile softening. “Thank you, you look great, too.”

“I was,” Barbatos started as the words seemed to have momentarily gotten caught in his throat. “I was hoping that you wouldn’t mind dancing with me.”

“Never!” MC responded quickly, their face flushing with warmth. Barbatos felt like his heart was about to burst with how enthusiastic MC sounded. With a small smile, he gently took MC’s hand and led them out to the dance floor. He honestly couldn’t hear the music playing with how loudly his heart was beating in his ears when he held MC in his arms, swaying back in forth, hoping it was in time.

His emerald eyes never left MC’s face. He was enchanted by them, struck in a daze that he was the one dancing with them, not one of the brothers, not Lord Diavolo, not Solomon.

“Barbatos?” their voice snapped him out from the spell he was placed under. He blinked and gazed at them with curiosity. “The music has ended a while ago.”

Barbatos looked around, seeing that the ballroom had quickly dispersed of other demons, leaving only him and MC, still swaying across the floor. “So it has,” he murmured. He pulled back reluctantly. “I apologize for having kept you all to myself tonight, MC.” He didn’t mean it.

Simeon

He kept a watchful eye on MC throughout the party. They gave polite smiles to the demons that tried to converse with him, but as the night dragged on, he could tell they were getting tired of having to be say the right things or risk tarnishing the reputation of the exchange program. It was when a demon had the nerve to lay a hand on MC’s waist was when he stormed over.

A smile was on his face, but his eyes screamed murder. The demon quickly released the human, sensing that the angel’s wrath was far more lethal than Satan’s. Once he scurried off, Simeon closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He turned towards MC with an apologetic look.

“Ah, I’m afraid I let my emotions get the better of me. I’m sorry, MC,” Simeon apologized and rubbed the back of his neck.

MC shook their head. “Honestly, thank you. The guy was a creep.”

Simeon laughed lightly and nodded along with MC. “You must be exhausted.”

“I’m a bit tired,” MC sighed out. Still, they smiled up at him. “But I still haven’t danced with anyone.”

Simeon felt his heart skip a beat. He returned the smile, albeit he felt a shyness bubble up within him. “Would you like to dance with me, then?”

MC quickly nodded and grabbed his hand, pulling him behind them. When they stopped, they wrapped their arms around him and leaned against him. Their head rested against him, enjoying the warmth that he gave off. It was more than just the heat his body emitted; it was a heavenly warmth that brought a sense of joy. Simeon would be lying if he said he didn’t also feel that from MC. But instead, he knew it was the love he felt for MC that made him feel this way.

Simeon sighed happily. His own head resting down against MC. His own eyes shutting as well, content to stay like this for the remainder of the night.

Solomon

He hadn’t been this excited to dance with anyone like this in hundreds, if not thousands of years. The sorcerer waited by the entrance of the ballroom. He nodded towards the demons he knew as they entered, but didn’t allow them to carry a conversation with him, not when he was waiting for the one that had so effortlessly captured his heart.

“MC!” he greeted the moment he laid eyes on them. He quickly walked up to them and wrapped his arm around them, using his cloak to shield them from view from the others. “I’m stealing you now!” He gave them a boyish grin that was laced with a sense of chaotic mischief only he was capable of. He ignored the protest of the brothers as he scurried away with his human companion.

MC laughed at his antics, their smile lighting up the world to the point that it was almost blinding. He paused momentarily, dazed by their smile. He almost didn’t hear them ask what he was doing. He tore his eyes away from them, so he could truly concentrate on the reason as to why he abducted MC away from the others.

“I wanted to be the first one to ask you to dance with me,” Solomon explained, his cheeks lit up with a light shade of pink. “Except for the few times Asmo has forced me to dance with him, I have honestly not desired to dance with someone for eons. I hope you don’t mind if I’m a bit rusty.”

MC tilted their head. “Why the sudden change?”

Solomon felt his heart beat quickly, as he tried to decide if he should declare just how hopelessly in love he was with them. How they had brought a new meaning to his immortal life. How he felt like every moment he spent with MC was a brand-new experience.

“You came into my life,” Solomon simply said, not truly revealing just how powerful his feelings were for them. “What do you say?”

MC nodded. “I’d love to dance with you, Solomon. Even if you do end up stepping on my toes.”

Solomon laughed. “I hope I’m not that rusty.” He twirled them around effortlessly and pulled them close to him. “But if I mess up, that just means I’ll have to practice dancing with you more often. Perhaps beyond tonight.”

mah fam

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(His) Nightmares - Dateables and Brothers

Lucifer

Lucifer suffers from nightmares, though you would never know it. He’s very good at managing to live on little sleep and still look put together after. He could (and does) blame his work and brothers and all of his other duties for how little he sleeps or how restless that sleep is but it’s not the complete truth. Lucifer regularly has nightmares about his fall from the celestial realm. He remembers the great battle, the betrayed faces of his fellow angels, Lilith’s injury, his fall down to the Devildom. All of it, feeling just as intense and real and unbearable as it did when it actually happened. He’s the kind of person that wakes up with a quiet gasp but nothing so noticeable as to ever wake anyone up. It’s a reaction that he’s trained himself to contain over the millennia. He doesn’t ever tell anyone about the nightmares but Simeon always seems to have a knack for knowing when he’s had a rough night because he’ll check in with Lucifer and bring him some kind of sweet snack that morning; he’ll smile guilelessly at Lucifer as he does it but the sadness in his eyes says something completely different. 

Mammon

Mammon’s nightmares tend to come when he’s had a particularly rough day with his brothers and, later on, with you. They happen when his self-deprecation follows him into his dreams. He’s always being yelled at and insulted and he can be crying, begging for forgiveness and kindness, trying to explain his side of the story but no one will ever listen. They mock his pain and tell him how pathetic and scummy he is. Hearing it from his brothers is hard enough but if you appear in the nightmare, he absolutely loses it. He can’t bear the idea of you thinking of him like that. When Mammon wakes, it’s with tears sliding down his face and he’s gasping for breath. He’s thrown off for the whole day and will actively avoid people because he’s afraid of bursting into tears if they say anything.

Levi

It isn’t common for Levi to have nightmares. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t get very much sleep thanks to his gaming lifestyle or maybe it’s because he tends to have such lovely dreams about Ruri-chan or maybe it’s because you’re actually snuggling him and how could anything bad happen when you’re there? When he does have nightmares, they’re typically something outrageous based on a game or anime that he’s seen lately, especially if they’re horror based. Levi is one of those people who would accidentally throw himself off the bed if he didn’t sleep in a tub and he wakes up with his arms waving in the air as if he’s acting out a fight scene or something. He can shake off his dreams pretty quickly and if he can’t, he’ll turn on a comfort anime to help.

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