Short Obey_Me stories

Short stories with characters from the Obey_Me series.

Fortune's Embrace: The sun dipped below the horizon, bathing the Devildom in a warm, golden hue that seeped through the window of your room. The exhaustion from your work with the Royal Order lingered in your bones, but your thoughts were consumed by a particular demon—Mammon. His charming grin, messy white hair that glinted in the evening light, and captivating blue and yellow gradient eyes danced in your mind, making it impossible to focus on anything else.

A gentle knock interrupted your reverie, quickening your heartbeat as you rushed to the door. There stood Mammon, leaning against the frame with an effortless swagger, a crooked smile playing on his lips, and his gold stud earrings catching the warm light like small treasures.

“Well, well! Look who’s been chained to their work! Gotta reward ya for that, ya know.” His presence ignited a spark in the room, filling it with his vibrant energy.

You raised an eyebrow, trying to conceal your excitement. “And what kind of reward do you have in mind, Mammon?”

He took a bold step closer, mischief brimming in his eyes. “How 'bout a little adventure? There’s a secret spot in the city filled with treasures galore! Perfect for a demon like me, and you’d be my lucky charm!”

Your heart raced at the idea. “Fine, but if this turns into another one of your schemes, I might just disappear.”

“Deal! Just trust me, and you won’t regret it!” Mammon beamed, and for a moment, the playful spark in his eyes sent a thrill coursing through you.

As you strolled through the lively streets of the Devildom, his enthusiasm was infectious. He dashed from shop to shop, showcasing various items with a flair that only he could master. Each time he turned back to you with a cheeky grin, warmth flooded your cheeks.

Eventually, you arrived at a hidden gem—a quaint, unassuming shop. “This is it! The best place to find rare stuff!” he exclaimed, kicking open the door with the confidence of a true adventurer.

Stepping inside, you were enveloped by an array of shimmering treasures, each holding tales of their own. As Mammon explored, you found a delicate necklace that sparkled with an otherworldly glow, reminiscent of his fiery spirit.

“Whoa! That’s something special. But that’s not the kind of treasure I’m here for!” Mammon’s voice came from behind you, making you turn to find him closer than before, his warmth radiating like a lit flame.

His gaze softened as he continued, “You’re the real treasure, you know.”

Your heart raced, a delicious mix of surprise and warmth flooding your veins. “Nice try, Mammon. Flattery won’t get you everywhere.”

But he leaned in dangerously close, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. “I’m serious. You stick around even when I’m a total idiot.”

The atmosphere thickened with anticipation until a loud crash erupted from the back of the store, jolting you both. Mammon quickly took your hand, the touch igniting a spark that sent electric thrills up your arm. “Let’s check it out!”

As you moved toward the noise, you stumbled upon a chaotic scene: a group of demons fighting over a large artifact. Mammon’s competitive spirit ignited. “I know just how to settle this!” he declared confidently, striding forward.

With admiration, you watched as he charmed the crowd, his charismatic aura radiating around him. The way his messy hair fell into his eyes, the playful glint in his gaze, and the way his gold earrings shone with every gesture pulled you deeper into his world.

After some lively negotiations, he emerged victorious, holding a unique artifact like a trophy. “See? Easy peasy!” he boasted, his exuberant smile lighting up your heart.

You chuckled, the warmth of admiration sweeping over you. “Maybe you’re not so bad after all, Avatar of Greed.”

He took a step closer, and a serious shift enveloped the moment. “You really mean that?” His voice was hushed, his gaze searching yours for confirmation.

“Yeah, I do,” you whispered, your heart pounding as you leaned slightly into him. “You’re reckless, but you have a good heart.”

A deep blush spread across his cheeks, echoing the warm glow around you. “Guess I’m lucky to have someone like you around, huh?” His tone was light, but there was a seriousness in his eyes that made your breath hitch.

Time seemed to slow, a magnetic pull drawing you closer, the energy between you crackling with unspoken desire. Mammon leaned in, his voice low and enticing. “Let’s make sure to have more adventures together, yeah?”

You nodded, excitement mingling with anticipation. “Definitely.”

Then, with a rush of passion, you closed the distance, your lips brushing against his. The kiss was electric, a fierce collision of feelings that left you both breathless. It was soft yet fervent, filled with the promise of something deeper. Your heart raced as you melted into him, feeling the world around you disappear—just the two of you suspended in time, savoring the warmth radiating from each other.

Mammon's hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss as desire coursed between you. He tasted like adventure and excitement, a heady mix that made your spirit soar.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were left gasping for breath. His usual confident demeanor softened, replaced by a playful grin that danced across his lips. “So, that’s how it is, huh?” he teased, his eyes shimmering with mischief and warmth.

“I suppose it is,” you whispered, a smile breaking across your face as you pressed your forehead against his.

With laughter and newfound intimacy, you both stood there, knowing that this was only the beginning. Countless escapades awaited you—passion, laughter, and unspoken feelings guiding your path forward. As Mammon intertwined his fingers with yours once more, you felt exhilaration settle in; adventure awaited, and you couldn’t wait to explore every facet of the journey ahead, together.

Leveling Up with Leviathan: You were sprawled comfortably across your bed, surrounded by posters of your favorite anime and a variety of manga piled high on your bedside table. It was one of those rare days where you had the entire afternoon to yourself, and you decided to dive into a new series you had been meaning to start.

As you turned the pages, your mind began to wander, thinking about the others back at the House of Lamentation. Leviathan, in particular, came to mind. The way he always seemed so engrossed in his otaku world, the way his indigo hair framed his face when he was deep in thought, or how his orange eyes sparkled with excitement during a particularly thrilling scene in whatever anime he was watching. You couldn’t help but smile.

Suddenly, a knock on your door interrupted your thoughts. “H-Hey! It’s me!” Leviathan’s voice called out, a bit too loud and awkward, making you chuckle. You got up and opened the door to find him standing there, his face slightly flushed, holding a few DVDs awkwardly in his hands.

“Uh, I was, um, wondering if you’d like to watch some stuff with me,” he stammered, avoiding your gaze, his usual bravado crumbling a bit. “Not that I’m asking you to! I just thought you might want to… you know, enjoy quality content, and I have some really good series lined up!”

You grinned at his typical tsundere behavior, enjoying the way he tried to hide his excitement behind a facade of cool indifference. “I’d love to! What do you have?”

He shifted nervously, and you could see his pale skin turning just a bit pinker. “W-Well, I’ve got this new fantasy series that just came out. And there’s a few episodes of that mecha anime you said you liked…” His voice trailed off, and he glanced at you, half-expecting a rejection.

“Sounds perfect! Let’s do it!” you exclaimed, stepping aside to let him in. His mood visibly brightened at your response.

A few moments later, the two of you were settled on the floor of your room, a pile of snacks scattered around you. Leviathan had set up the projector, the room dimming as the first episode began to roll. You could feel his excitement radiating through the air as he talked about character designs and plot points, his passion drawing you in.

As the episode played, you noticed him stealing glances at you, his expression a mix of admiration and embarrassment. You couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he was when he tried to hide it. “You know,” you said gently, “you can always share your thoughts with me. I promise I won’t judge.”

He turned away instantly, his indigo hair falling partially over his face. “W-Who says I need your approval? I just… can’t help it if I’m better at gaming and anime than… than socializing!”

You laughed softly, and it seemed to break his tension. “You really are a character, you know that?”

“Sh-Shut up!” he snapped, though a hint of a smile tugged at his lips. “You’re just lucky I’m even spending time with you, dork!”

Time passed as you both got lost in the world of anime, discussing scenes, critiquing characters, and occasionally snickering at the overarching tropes. The laughter and warmth began to fill the room, creating a comfortable bubble around the two of you.

Eventually, during a particularly touching moment on screen, you felt Leviathan’s shoulder brush against yours. You caught him glancing at you, and for a moment, the playful banter stopped. His gaze shifted, a softness in his eyes as he spoke. “I’m really glad you’re here. I don’t think I could enjoy this as much with anyone else.”

You felt your heart flutter. “Me too, Levi. Thanks for inviting me.”

His face turned beet red, and he quickly looked away, trying to regain his composure. “I-it’s not like I wanted to! I just thought you’d appreciate the good content!”

The two of you ended the day with silly bickering, but deep down, you both knew you were leveling up your friendship into something special. The world outside faded away, and all that mattered was the time spent together in your little slice of paradise.

At that moment, it was clear: you had found a truly unique bond, one that was as entertaining as the shows you both cherished. And maybe, just maybe, it held the potential to blossom into something even more.

Whispering Flames: The cool, shaded corners of the House of Lamentation always seemed like an ideal escape from the chaotic world outside. You leaned against the balcony rail, the distant sounds of the brothers bickering echoing through the halls. A soft smile crept onto your face. Moments like these reminded you of their camaraderie, even when it devolved into chaos.

But today, your thoughts wandered elsewhere—specifically to Satan. Though he often preferred to sit apart from the noise, his layered blond hair framing his face and his striking green eyes sparkling with intensity, he couldn’t escape the turmoil that often unfolded. You admired his usual composure, but you knew that when it came to Lucifer, things were different. Their clashes could ignite like wildfire, and Satan’s temper, when provoked, could turn harsh and unforgiving.

As the sun began to dip low in the sky, casting a golden hue over everything, you sensed a familiar presence beside you. Startled, you turned to find Satan leaning against the railing, the soft light catching the bits of yellow in his eyes. His expression bore a hint of tension, but the moment you locked eyes, you sensed a charge in the air.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked, a small smirk teasing the corners of his lips.

“Yeah,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. “Just taking a break from the chaos inside.”

He glanced back toward the house, a flicker of exasperation in his expression. “They can be quite overwhelming, especially when Lucifer starts one of his tirades. Stepping back is essential, don’t you think?”

A comfortable silence enveloped you for a moment, filled only with the sounds of the evening breeze. Being near him felt undeniably comforting, and despite the warmth of the setting sun, you felt a spark of connection that left your heart racing. You often contemplated how Satan's tendency to overthink could weigh on him, making the chaos of family conflicts even more intense.

“I’ve noticed you often keep your thoughts to yourself,” you said, breaking the silence. “You seem to bear a lot of emotional weight from your brothers.”

Satan turned to you, a flash of vulnerability crossing his face before he masked it with his usual facade. “Maintaining a level head is critical when it comes to dealing with their antics, especially Lucifer’s. It’s exhausting.”

“Don’t you ever share your own feelings?” you asked gently, stepping a little closer, shocked at how your heart propelled you forward.

A flicker of something vulnerable crossed his features, almost as if you’d struck a chord deep within him. “Often, I find myself overwhelmed by my own emotions. Wrath can consume me if I’m not careful, especially during those confrontations.”

Empathy pooled in your chest at his admission. “You don’t have to face it alone. I’m here for you. If you ever need someone to listen…”

He turned to you, and the moment felt electric as if the world faded away. An understanding passed between you, filled with unspoken fears and desires.

“Thank you,” he said, the sincerity in his words drawing you closer. “You have a light that draws me in. I…”

His voice trailed off as he stepped nearer, closing the distance between you both. The sunset painted the world in hues of orange and pink, a gentle breeze swirling around you, making your heart race.

Before you could finish your thought, he captured your lips with his in a soft, hesitant kiss. The warmth surged through you like fire, igniting emotions that had been simmering just beneath the surface. Your heart swelled, and for those fleeting moments, nothing else mattered but him.

Satan leaned back slightly, searching your gaze as if he were gauging the depth of the moment. “I didn’t want to rush this,” he admitted, his eyes full of intensity. “But I can’t help it. There’s something between us.”

You smiled, feeling the weight of unspoken fears lift. “I feel it too. It’s—”

A sudden loud shout from the house interrupted, pulling both of your attention back to reality. With a knowing look, you both chuckled, the tension easing between you.

“Seems like we’ll have to navigate the chaos together,” he said, feigning exasperation, a spark of mischief in his eyes.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you replied warmly, your heart full of promise for what was to come.

As the stars began to twinkle above, you knew this was just the beginning—a shared journey through both the light and shadows of your lives, hand in hand with Satan. Together, you were ready to face whatever chaos lay ahead.