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F!MC asks him to zip up her dress - Mammon

Two days on the trot, look at me go!! Anyway, enjoy dorky Mammon.

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“Mammon, can I borrow you for a second?” MC called from within her bathroom.

“What d’ya want now? Can’t ya see I’m busy?” Mammon complained from the human’s bed.

“No actually, I can’t see through walls.” She answered from the other side of the door.

“Ah jheez…” Mammon muttered before swinging his legs over the bed.

Entering the bathroom, he was met by a half dressed MC. Instantly a red flush washed across his cheeks.

“Wh—what’s up?” He asked, trying his best to sound nonchalant.

“Can you help me with my zip?” MC asked, gesturing toward the agape material that was down the side of her body.

“S—sure.” Mammon nodded, stepping closer to her.

MC lifted up one arm out of Mammon’s way while using the other to hold the dress to her chest.

Mammon crouched down and sheepishly gripped the zip between his fingers. He mentally cursed to himself when he had to place his free hand on MC’s waist to help his other pull up the zip.

His movements were ridiculously slow and MC soon noticed his trembling.

Her side practically vibrated as Mammon shakily pulled the zip across her exposed skin.

“Mammon, are you okay?” MC asked quietly.

“I’M FINE” he quickly answered, finally reaching the top of the zip before swiftly turning on his heel to leave the room. “It’s just a bit hot in here y’know?!”

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The silly ?

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more baking levi progress! the only thing missing is stuff in the bowl and, depending what it is, i’ll have smth held in the tail! (and uh im looking at it now and i kinda want thicker lines oh no)

inspired by my small headcanon that beel and levi have anime-style battled at least once making sweets for mc on valentines

and that the background music for this was 100% dreamin chuchu

may take a break from the constant art updates now, thank you all for deep diving into my journey to share my fanart online for the first time - i promise to give y’all something other than levi finally at some point 😭😭😭

will also post some writing soon! because. im uh. a writing blog.

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Diavolo is always well put together. Crisp, clean clothes. Flawless posture. An affable smile that welcomes everyone, and the regal presence to keep an entire room of demons in line. He is an unwavering light in the darkness of the Devildom that all of its residents follow.

In the wee hours of the night, just before it can technically be called morning, Diavolo is at peace. It's a sight only for you. There's no paperwork. No meetings. No urgent decisions to be made. The prince pulls you closer against his shoulder and nuzzles his cheek against your head. You both used the same soap, so how is it that you smell so much nicer?

Diavolo's hair is a complete mess, with half sticking up at odd angles and the other half completely flat against his head, squished into the downy pillows. There's a faint trickle of light coming in through the curtains around his bed, but you still can't see a thing. You can only feel the calm rhythm of his abdomen rising and falling with each deep breath, lulling you back to sleep in much the same way that Diavolo dozes off to the lullaby of your breathing.

Diavolo relies solely on his familiarity with your body instead of his eyes to pull the sheets up around your chest. It's clumsy. He is half asleep, after all. The kind gesture alone is enough to make you feel warm. Brain sleepy, barely thinking, you rub his side in thanks.

The prince tries to grab your hand. His nails lightly graze against your palm as he weaves his fingers between yours. He holds your hand securely atop his chest. You fall asleep thinking that his heartbeat feels so human.

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”i asked ChatGPT” “i asked Grok” yeah well i asked Satan from Obey Me and he recited the wikipedia page for Felis Catus from memory

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Fun Facts 1171-1180

• Both of the twins have been held in the dungeons of the Demon Lord’s Castle at some point

• When MC confronts Solomon believing he’s up to no good he tells them that is never the case

• Belphegor has a doll he made with MC that he loves to show off

• When the purgatory hall group got together to share ghosts stories the one Simeon told was funnier than it was scary

• When Diavolo went missing Barbatos called Lucifer 200 times while Lucifer was being held hostage

• Leviathan was humiliated when his brothers revealed they can all hear him singing karaoke late at night in his room

• Devildom Law is one the courses available to take at RAD

• Satan warns MC against asking for Mammon’s help as he’ll just “create problems where there weren’t any before”

• Asmo’s “reward” for MC helping him when the Bloody Moon competition was to charm them, he never got the chance though

• During the annual day without Magic, Mammon and his brothers raided Lucifer’s room while there were no magical traps. Meanwhile Lucifer waited outside secretly, ready to sick Cerberus on them

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Help support human writers!

In light of my recent post about AI taking over the writing community on tumblr I’d like to do my part to support real writers. So here’s what I’d like to do. If you have a fanfic writer that you really like,

send me their username through my request box and I will briefly read their some of their work and writer a summary of their works and add them to a list where people can find them and support them!

I will add them to a list on this post once people start to submit authors names. Also if you are a writer yourself please feel free to send your username through my request box and some of your best workers and I will write you a summary!

Please share this around so we can boost as many authors as possible!

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Lucifer might be growing soft

gender neutral, no dialogue, pre-established relationship

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A record plays, stationed in the corner of Lucifer's study. A new one he bought after his anxiety got the best of him, unsure the effects cure vinyls may have on humans. 

The room is fairly quiet. 

At the ordained wooden desk sits Lucifer, left in only a button up, slacks, dress shoes and the tie he's been pulling at and fidgeting with for the past hour and a half as he works. Deliberate gloved fingers shuffling through papers and writing with a pen that likely cost more than your over world apartment. 

Originally you sat on one of the plush red chairs, but within an hour you moved to the floor, using the coffee table as a desk rather than going to your room. 

You’ve been here for well over three hours. Joining Lucifer not long after dinner. But now, the fireplace is castling delicate lighting on the regal room. 

You’ve chosen to ignore your work  —most of it is done anyways—  in favor of watching the demon. 

Thin silver glasses set low on the bridge of his nose, hair ever so slightly jostled from when he runs his hands through it. 

The fireplace illuminates the right side of his face, emphasizing his carved out jaw bone and deep eyes. 

It's hard to tell the time in Devildom if you haven’t lived here for very long, but you are confident it's late. Late enough to rest your heavy head in your hand, eyes half lidded as you watch the practiced movement of pride himself. 

And maybe this isn’t the best place to fall asleep. Yet the promise of back pain doesn’t urge you into moving. You don’t pack your belongings and you don’t go to your room. 

You also don’t acknowledge the ever growing fondness flowering in your heart. 

Instead you fall asleep, slowly closing your eyes, facing a man you should fear.

A man who looks at you with warmth in his eyes when he notices you napping. A man who will gently carry you to your room and place water on your bedside, and act like he did no such thing the next morning. 

A man named Lucifer who may be growing soft for a mortal. 

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just kidding…

Every time he says the line, it makes me want to whack him

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Me, Jealous?

୨ৎ How the demon brothers show jealousy. Incl. Lucifer, mammon, levi, satan, asmo, beel, belphie

LUCIFER

-Lucifer wouldn’t get jealous often, mainly because he’s mature enough to know you love him and would never cheat on him, but there’s definitely been times.

-Like someone else flirting with you wouldn’t make him jealous; in-fact he would be in a good mood after seeing you immediately shut them down. But if someone does something only he does for you, like buying you things? He gets pissed.

-You can’t tell when he’s jealous because his face stays the same, just asking if you had a good day with your friend.

-He knows it’s not your fault so rather than get angry at you he simply one-ups the other person, giving you his master card and telling you to go crazy, to fill up your wardrobe with clothes all from him because he knows nobody can provide for you like he can.

MAMMON

-Full blown crashout. He gets more jealous than the literal avatar of envy.

-He likes spending all his time with you, so when you hang out with someone else he easily gets all jealous and pouty, but tries not to show it because he doesn’t want to be controlling.

-But if someone makes you laugh? Yeah, they’re never seen again. Only he gets to make you laugh like that.

-If he sees someone getting a little too close to you he will slide over with a casual expression, shoving close to you and wrapping his arms around your waist like an amusement park line couple.

“who’s you’re friend?” he’ll ask, and you don’t think much of it with the friendly tone, but with your back to him you don’t see the death stares he gives.

-He’s the Avatar of Greed, of course he wants his most prized treasure all to himself!

LEVIATHAN

-Envy and jealousy are two totally different emotions, but his jealous is often cause by envy.

-Sometimes when he sees you with others, he gets envious and wonders if you would be happier with someone better. This only turns into jealousy if he sees you be very friendly with them—the fear that you might leave him for someone else growing.

-He trusts you, but thinks that he couldn't even blame you if you picked someone more attractive or social, so he shuts himself away from you.

-It’s different when someone touches you, though. Nothing snaps him out of his self-loathing quicker.

-The envy turns into seething, ugly jealousy because he knows you only let him touch you like that, so why is someone else grabbing your hip? Yeah, Lotan is definitely taking a trip to their house.

SATAN

-He trusts you more than anything and knows to control his anger, so he doesn’t get jealous often. but when he does, it’s brutal.

-He would never get mad at you for just being friendly with a stranger, but you can practically see steam come out of his ears when they keep sneaking flirty comments in. -He’s reasonable, he knows when someone is just being nice to you, but the second he hears that hint of flirting he’s seething.

-You’ve never actually seen him jealous because he doesn’t like to show you that side of him. Instead he just acts like everything is fine and goes about the day like normal, but weeks later you realize that you haven’t seen the friendly bakery worker since.

-Missing persons cases started going up since you two got together, I wonder why?

ASMODEUS

-I think it’s very rare for him to get jealous, honestly the least jealous out of all the brothers.

-He’s perfect, nobody would even stand a chance of being better than him, so why would you choose someone else?

-But he will get upset if he sees someone doing things only the two of you do together; like a spa day, seeing someone paint your nails, or you going shopping with someone else.

-Because that’s his time with you! Why would you do it with someone else when you could be doing it with your beautiful, perfect boyfriend?

-He makes his jealousy very clear, straight up showing up wherever you are and telling the person they can leave now because they were clearly just a replacement since he wasn’t there.

-He gets over it really quickly tho, the second he’s in your presence again he’s happy and any shoved-down insecurities he has of not being good enough are gone.

BEELZEBUB

-It takes a while for Beel to really trust someone, so once he does, it’s unbreakable.

-If someone else is flirting with you he doesn’t have much of a reaction, just comes over to you and usually his height and build are enough to scare them away.

-But if you were being sweet with someone else, as sweet as you are with him, he gets a bitter taste in his mouth. He goes quiet, unsure of what to say because of course you can be nice to others, but he wants you to compliment only him.

-Will purposely start showing off to try and get your attention—picking up heavy things so that his biceps flex and pushing his hair back like he’s in a cologne ad.

-When you realize what he’s doing and tease him, he’ll get embarrassed and stop, but will be silently beaming that your attention is back on him.

BELPHEGOR

-He’s a yandere, so he definitely gets jealous very easily, and he makes it known.

-If anyone even looks at you for longer than he deems acceptable he gets upset and will go silent for the rest of the day, like he’s plotting.

-It’s always clear that he’s jealous, with the way he goes eerily silent or when you catch his tail swaying in irritation and realize his demon form is out.

-But at one point he started to hide it, acting like everything was fine and even being friendly with the person in question. Yet later in the day, you’ll see him walk past drenched in blood.

-He knows you see him—he wants you to. He just smiles all sweetly like this should be a warning that you don’t need to talk to anyone but him.

a/n: I had to force myself to shorten Asmos cause it was double all the other ones 😭 I’ve been obsessed with him since playing lesson 32, he’s so underrated!! anyways, thank you again for the request! <3

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Simeon is focused on making sure you don't bump your head against the open cabinet. He places a hand over its sharp edge as you lean over the counter and rummage through the spice rack. He waits patiently until you've found the ingredient you were looking for before letting go of the door.

The little smile of triumph on your face is incredibly endearing. He turns to watch you carry your prize across the kitchen. There's a painfully loud thunk behind you as the angel himself walks right into the open cabinet door.

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100 Followers! (please read)

Hello, everybody! This is The Postmaster, Tea, speaking. Today — this morning — we hit 100 followers.

I’ve only had this blog for a couple months at this point, but we’ve already hit a huge milestone! Thank you so, so much for your continued support and love. It’s a joy and pleasure to carry on the Obey Me torch. Comparatively, we’re a small fandom, but myself and others are dedicated to keeping it alive. Not without the help of our dear readers/consumers, of course!

On a more personal note, I really would like to thank all of you for your abundance of kindness and support. I love seeing you all nerd out in my reblogs, and it’s nice to know that my works are perhaps improving somebodies’ day. In turn, I hope you guys like getting to know me! I’m not super personal on this blog (my main blog is the place for that and you’re welcome to follow it), but I like being unserious and chatting with you all. Seriously, if you guys want to slip into my inbox please never be afraid. I love getting asks!

I definitely want to do an event/celebration of some sort for this milestone! Let me know what you guys might want to see. School resumes for me soon, so writing is slow and my motivation is fluctuating. Thanks for receiving the reposts from my old blog so well!

Kisses mwa mwa thank you for everything !!!!

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thank you to everyone for being so patient as i repost all my stuff over here! i know y’all are waiting for answered request and some fresh writing, and i promise it’s coming! life has been really busy — school just resumed, so that will be taking a lot of precedence in my life. again, thank you so so much and i apologize for the long waits !

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Distance is a Heavy Thing

To: Whom we Miss the Most (gn!reader with a feminine lean)

From: The Seven Lords of Hell (x the demon brothers)

IMPORTANT NOTICE FROM THE POSTMASTER, PLEASE READ BEFORE BREAKING SEAL: this is all fluff! a little bit of suggestiveness (implied exchanged explicit images), missing loved ones.

URGENT: this is a repost of a fic from my old, abandoned Obey Me! blog. it belongs to me — i’m not stealing from myself!

The longest days in the Devildom seem to occur whenever you aren't there. That's how it feels to the brothers, anyways.

To them, the moon seems to meander slowly across the sky. The stars are thinner and dimmer, their glittering fingers retreating into their cloaks of black. Certain grandiose halls lack bellowing laughter or distracting shatters of glass. All because you are not there.

They know you cannot stay all the time -- as much as they wish you could. Your presence in the Devildom is 'loaned', as Lucifer begrudgingly puts it. It's something to be treasured and savored while one has it, yet must be returned to its rightful place eventually.

That knowledge doesn't necessarily the separation any easier to swallow. But to some degree, at least, the time apart just makes your reunions even sweeter.

After all, the human world is your home realm. Whether you admit it or not, every being has an innate longing for their birthplace. The brothers know the feeling all too well. For that reason (perhaps the only reason), they stomach your departures.

That doesn't mean they're numb to their emotions, though. Of course not! They all function and cope with your absence differently. That is, if they cope with it at all...

Outwardly, Lucifer handles it the best. Inwardly? Well. That's a whole other story.

Lucifer doesn't even seem to realize how much he misses you. Not until his subconscious catches up to him. He's suddenly hyperaware of all the different habits and mannerisms he's developed from merely being around you. Who would've thought one single human would have such a profound effect on him? He's literally The Avatar of Pride!

During the morning, he finds himself making too much tea or coffee in the morning -- he's used to brewing an extra cup just for you. He even goes through the effort of adding your preferred amount of milk, sugar, and cream, if you want any of those at all.

In the evening, he sets the table for eight instead of seven. Thankfully, none of his brothers point out his slip-up. Including Belphegor and Satan. They would never admit it, but they must sympathize with his plight to some degree.

Even the seclusion of his office isn't safe. He'd reach for a stack of papers and withdraw sheet after sheet, expecting to see the tell-tale ink pen doodles you like to leave on his documents. But the sides are crisp and white. Blank. Clean.

For once, Lucifer seems to long for clutter.

Poor Mammon seems to suffer from withdrawals when you're not around. He constantly needs his fix! Whether it be fervently texting you, calling you, scrolling through the album on his D.D.D labeled with your name. Anything for crumbs of you. Anything that proves you're still coming back for him.

While you're gone, everything seems to scream your name. The nice shoes in the window of a store, the flowers that have started blooming in the House of Lamentation courtyard, the color of one of his classmate's socks. Everything reminds him of you.

And it drives him insane.

Sometimes, though, he'll collect those things. It'll pile in a small amalgamation of junk in the corner of his room. His crow companions will come and go, adding more and more objects to his little stockpile. Lucifer is rather unapproving of the mess but doesn't have the heart to tell his brother to disperse the collected belongings back to their rightful places.

Alas, the piles always seem to conveniently disappear right before you make your return. There's no need for it anymore. Now he has the real thing.

Levi thinks he literally might wither away whenever you're gone. His gaming partner was missing. His human. What was he going to do? Go back to gaming with his brothers again? Of course, that was always a choice, but none of them could compare to you!

Similar to how Levi handles most of his dilemmas, he'll always retreat to his room and hole up in there for a few days. His brothers just have to trust that he's keeping himself fed and nourished. He usually takes care of that, though.

During that time, of course, he can't help but seek your attention through the comforting screens of his devices. You exchange texts hourly, recommend animes frequently, and will sometimes game together -- if the game provides cross-dimensional platforming, of course.

He'll watch your Devilgram like a hawk, constantly checking in on your posts. It's his way of making sure you're safe. Even so, he can't help it if he gets sidetracked. Especially if you post a picture featuring some of your human world friends. Deep down, his envious nature boils. He'd give anything to be those humans, there with you.

Levi is also one of your favorites to tease over text, especially when you're (literally) worlds away. If you hazard a flirty sentence or photo, you can practically hear his D.D.D. clacking against a wall as he throws it in a flustered reflex. Give him about five minutes, and he'll text back, usually through an abundance of misspelled words and accidentally triggering caps lock. Maybe he'll get back at you for it once you're living in the House of Lamentation again.

As everyone familiar with Satan is aware, he is unfortunately prone to abhorrent mood swings. And even more unfortunately, they reach an apex while you're gone.

It's not like he means to. It's subconscious, the way his temper flares and a rage-induced heat climbs up his nape. The ferocity with which his hands will curl into fists. How an eyelid twitches.

It is, quite literally, just in his nature.

But he knows to hold it in, because he can just picture the grim disappointment on your face if he were to injure someone or damage property. Besides, he's trying to be better. Rage does not define him anymore. He is more than his anger.

Instead, he tries to look at the world through your eyes. He once read that some zealous humans will wear a thick bracelet with WWJD engraved in the plastic. Perhaps he should get one made just for him that reads 'WWMCD' (or 'What Would MC Do?'). A tacky bracelet probably wouldn't help, though.

He'd rather have you, warm and tangible, with him instead.

For Asmo, sometimes it's easier to pretend that you are still here. His life was so woven with yours, his routines worked around is favorite human's priorities. In his mind, there's no reason to change what he has. If it's not broken, why fix it?

While you're gone, he likes to monopolize your room. If Mammon doesn't try to take it for himself, that is. Asmo will sit crisscross in front of the full-length mirror and do his makeup and prepare for the day. Occasionally he tries to turn and talk to you -- just to remember that you're gone for the time being. He emits a longsuffering sigh and turns back to the reflective glass.

Asmodeus has never been particularly good at change, and having his favorite human constantly being taken away tends to throw him in a loop. Similar to his brothers, he copes by maintaining close contact with you. It's certainly to his advantage that you seem just as eager to stay in touch with him.

Asmo is almost constantly sending you pictures. Fit checks (though sometimes clothing is optional), makeup looks, new coffee art, and anything else he deems interesting enough to share with you. Your storage is almost definitely crying for help.

Beel is used to missing things. He missed Lilith when she was first gone. He missed Belphie when he was in 'the human world' too. He misses the celestial realm all the time. Missing you is nothing new.

Yet, your absence seems to sting even more than anybody else's.

There are no more weekend cafe dates, or romantic jogs (which, to be fair, usually end with you piggybacking). Everything, regardless of texture or composition, seems tasteless and dry. He can barely even enjoy Luke's generous treats, or Barbatos' gracious pastries. In what world are their creations bland?

When you're around, even rocks could taste of powdered sugar. Everything feels just a pinch sweeter. Especially when you're sharing. Or when he gets to eat out of your palm.

But he knows he has to make do. So, while you're away, Beelzebub invests himself in trying to please you. He attempts to learn every human world recipe he can get his hands on -- even if Belphie has to restrain him to keep him from devouring his own ingredients. It takes a while, but it's worth it.

All to see your face light up once you return. Then he won't have to miss you anymore. You'll really be back.

Sometimes his brothers wonder if he really does miss you. After all, Belphie isn’t really expressive by nature. He never has been. But he'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't long for your embrace.

His expression of this is a bit less dramatic than his brothers. He's just more mopey than usual, they conclude. His grim expression is barely an oddity. He remembers that you once called it 'resting bitch face'. He didn't really appreciate the choice of words, but he also couldn't deny that you were wrong.

Even so, he's far more reclusive than normal. Beel and Lucifer notice, but they know to let him process his emotions on his own.

Belphie tends to stargaze more often when you're not present. He sprawls out on his back, peering into the heavens, and watches the bold glitter of your star overhead. Upon seeing that, he knows that despite such a distance, you're still connected. You both look upon the same stars.

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The Humans’ Pact

Part of the ‘Slow and Steady’ series, where I try to add some realistic, filler bits to supplement the main, Obey Me! story. Links to the other parts will be at the bottom of this post when they go up!

Spoilers for Lesson 38 of the original Obey Me! Main story. More details below the cut!

Summary/Details: You invite Solomon for a serious talk with after the events with amnesiac Lucifer and the Night Dagger. Angsty and serious, with a happy? Fluffy ending - of course, with spoilers for Lesson 38 of the Obey Me! main story.

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I’m sorry, were the only words Solomon could think of when it came to you. Sorry, for keeping you in the dark. Sorry, for bringing you to the Devildom just to kill someone you considered family.

Sorry, because he had the audacity to only tell you the truth at the very last moment.

But there was no need for specifics. Or maybe there were too many specifics. A long, winding and endless list of specifics he needed to be sorry to you for… and was too frightened to face in its entirety.

“… You wanted me to murder him.” You say to him one day, having invited him over once everything had settled. It’s the first time he’s talked you since then - as well as the first time he’s talked to anyone. Sat at your dining table with a cup of lukewarm tea in front of him, his cold fingers are shoved uncomfortably into his trouser pockets. His right hand feels for his D.D.D; the screen smooth, rigid and ice-cold. It feels unfamiliar, from lack of use. Not even Asmodeus has texted him since… then.

From the other side of the table, Solomon watches you squint with determined scrutiny. Normally, there’s a snide, witty remark for him here. Normally, getting you alone like this is a rare, sought-after reward. It was always a good way to one up your usual company.

But now, being under your gaze feels like punishment. The sorcerer stays put, willingly submitting himself to the judgement. Like he deserves.

“What stopped you?” You ask; voice barely above a whisper, but deafening all the same. “You could’ve made me do it.”

He shifts in his seat. The wood of the chair doesn’t accommodate his posture well. “It’s just as I said then.” He says, cooly, leaning back. “I couldn’t bring myself to make you use the dagger. I… didn’t want you upset with me.”

You blink.

“And you couldn’t think about that back when you and Diavolo were letting worlds get destroyed?”

He hears your voice get hoarser.

“You think I wouldn’t be upset when it got to dried-up lakes in the Celestial Realm? Massive holes in the ground in the Devildom? My home - “ He hears your voice get hoarser, “Solomon - our home - getting destroyed because of me?”

You stand up. The legs of your chair screech uncomfortably as you do, like nails on a chalkboard.

“What part of that did you think wouldn’t make me upset?

A heavy silence passes.

…

“… I tried.”

Another silence. It’s a silence that would have felt like a decade, if not accompanied by the ticks of the clock on your kitchen wall. An eternity passes between each second you wordlessly burn your gaze into his eyes.

He counts them.

Seven, whole eternities.

…

“… I know you tried.”

Suddenly, he feels a pair of arms wrap around him. Too quick - too sudden. Warmth swaddles him, like a newborn in a blanket it doesn’t deserve. Bliss and drowning; all at once.

“You… forgive too quick.” He breathes. He feels like one of the Avatars of Sin, able to bathe in the miracle of your love despite hurting you so badly in the past. He had always thought they had it too good. Did he have it too good? “You don’t need to - you were right - I’m sorry - ”

You say nothing.

“Did you hear me? Don’t forgive me so soon,” he mumbles, trying to pry himself out of your embrace. It’s a pathetically weak attempt. “I should’ve told you everything. Before bringing you back to the Devildom. MC - I’m so sorry - I didn’t - “

“I’ll get stronger.”

Solomon finds his strength. He pushes you off him, holding you at an arm’s length and shaking his head with wide eyes.

“What are you saying? You’re not weak, MC - you’re - “

“Don’t get me wrong.” You interrupt. “I’m still mad at you. But, one day, I’ll get strong enough that you and Diavolo have no choice but to include me in things like this,” you resolve, voice steady and determined. Solomon’s grip on you tightens, like you’re the only lifeline tethering him to reality, and he waits. The tone of your voice is indicating a condition. He’s heard it from many a demon and angel before. So, he waits. “You want to make it up to me? Help me get stronger.”

You pause.

Then, you add:

“And never keep a secret this important from me again.”

“Anything.” He finds himself saying, without his permission. Not that he has any intention of taking it back. “Anything to make it up to you.”

You nod.

“Good. Now -

The sorcerer stares when you step towards him, holding up your hand. You close a fist, and extend your little finger.

“From one human, to another. You know what this is, right?”

You wriggle your little finger around in unserious invitation. He laughs like his soul is escaping through his mouth - half in disbelief, half relieved.

You never cease to amaze.

“A pinky promise, hm?” He observes. “The most sacred and binding of all human-world contracts.”

“A promise, Solomon. Help me get strong enough to control my magic.” You say, grinning when he rushes to stand up and wrap his pinky around yours. “Be honest with me from now on, and I’ll consider us even.”

He nods.

“Pinky promise.” He swears, adding, “I wonder if this is how it felt with the brothers.”

“You’re not a demon, Solomon.” You roll your eyes. “This isn’t a pact.”

“It may as well be.”

Another thing his lips say without the permission of his mind. That’s just the effect you have on him, unfortunately. The effect you’ve always had on him.

And - this time - he’ll make stay true to your pact.

(BACK TO THE ANGST!!!!!! finally starting this series off with a much-needed talk after trying to murder lucifer, being told you’re a natural disaster to all three realms, and finding out that your friend brought you back to your family just to kill a member - geez, lesson 38 is a doozy)

(as i mentioned in the prologue, i want to stay true to the canon - and the truth is, we do eventually get back on good terms with Solomon, and he did also try to find another way to save both us and luci. so i hope this is an alright bridge between the immediate aftermath, and eventually forgiving the old man sorcerer :3)

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If you want to read the rest in this series, here you go!

Prologue (Struggling at the start of the your time in the Devildom.)

The Humans’ Pact (Forgiving Solomon after the events of Lesson 38)

More to come…!

[philativy]

For some reason, I feel like the idea of Solomon living with MC in the human world would be very very interesting lol

Like MC has a house in the human world that they bought for a really good deal + legally own, and when they heard Solomon say he doesn't have anywhere consistent on Earth where he stays... Well, humans have to stick together and look out for one another, now don't they? The two of them have separate bedrooms and aren't in a relationship, but still. Movie nights, lunch and dinner trips to restaurants in town (some would call them dates), and errand running where he joins them in their car are things that absolutely happen on the regular. The bulk of his clothes and possessions are located in their house now, his mail and packages go there, and he's also met some of their local human friends when company's been over. They've even started calling him Sol and Mon as nicknames.

I imagine the demon brothers would definitely have... Some Thoughts about the whole roommate arrangement once they find out about it, for better or worse. For Solomon's part? Absolutely over the moon. MC just wanted to do the right thing and help someone out, damn it, not make things all complicated!

Just roommates…right?

Solomon never really said it outright — that he had nowhere to go in the human world. But when he quietly mentioned he didn’t have a “permanent spot” to stay, your instinct was immediate.

“Come live with me.”

He blinked. “You’re serious?”

“Of course. I have a house — it’s quiet, affordable, and legally mine. You’d have your own room. Besides…” You gave a soft smile. “Humans should look out for each other, shouldn’t we?”

That’s how it began.

What was supposed to be a temporary arrangement turned into something much more natural than either of you expected. Mornings started with shared coffee and groggy grumbles from Solomon. Afternoons included grocery runs, casual walks, and whispered spells in the garden — where he insisted the plants needed a “little extra luck.”

Movie nights blurred into late-night talks on the couch, sometimes even dozing off side by side. His laughter became part of the atmosphere, like the hum of your fridge or the creak of the back door.

He wasn’t just staying with you. He lived here.

His clothes were in your laundry pile. His packages had your address. Your human friends called him “Sol” or “Mon,” teasingly asking when you were going to finally date your roommate. You’d both laugh it off — a shared inside joke — but sometimes, when your hands brushed, you caught a flicker of hesitation in his smile.

But no lines were ever crossed. No confessions. Just two humans sharing a life. Cozy. Quiet. Close.

The real shift came when Lucifer showed up unannounced at your doorstep, with Mammon, Levi, and Satan crowding behind him like nosy bodyguards.

You hadn’t even told them Solomon was living with you.

When you opened the door — wearing Solomon’s oversized hoodie — Mammon choked.

“Oi—! That’s not your clothes! Is that… Solomon’s?!”

You blinked. “I mean… yeah?”

Inside, Solomon was brewing tea like this was any other Tuesday.

Lucifer’s expression tightened. “You didn’t mention this arrangement.”

“I didn’t think I had to,” you replied, folding your arms. “We’re roommates. We share space. It’s not a big deal.”

Levi muttered something about how that was literally the plot of 17 dating sims he played.

Asmo, who arrived a few minutes later, blinked at the two mugs on the counter and the photos on the fridge. “You… live together?”

“We’re not dating,” Solomon added, effortlessly calm. “Not officially.”

“Not officially?!?” Satan echoed.

Diavolo arrived shortly after — curious and too cheerful. “Well, well. Look at this domestic life you’ve built, Solomon.”

Barbatos was eerily quiet, eyes scanning everything. The mail on the table with Solomon’s name. The shoes by the door. The subtle way you and Solomon moved in sync, passing each other without thinking.

Even Simeon and Raphael, who usually stayed quiet, looked vaguely concerned.

“You’ve practically bonded your lives,” Raphael said softly.

Solomon only smiled. “That’s what happens when you live with someone long enough. You start to belong in the same spaces.”

You glanced up at him, and he looked back — that unreadable glint in his eyes, like he was daring anyone to ask what it really meant.

Later, when the brothers pulled you aside — one by one, in their own ways — you heard the questions they didn’t ask directly.

Lucifer: “I trust you to make your own choices. But understand the weight of letting someone in like this.”

Mammon: “You sure he ain’t usin’ you? I just— You smile different now. I notice.”

Leviathan: “This is like watching the heroine pick the wrong love interest.”

Satan: “It’s not about jealousy. It’s about… concern. He’s not known for clean intentions.”

Asmodeus: “Do you love him? Really? Or are you just used to him being there?”

Beelzebub: “You seem happy. I just hope he deserves that.”

Belphegor: “Do you even see how much he’s become part of your life?”

That night, after the house quieted again, Solomon found you curled up on the couch, lost in thought.

“You okay?” he asked, sitting beside you.

“Yeah. They just… noticed how close we are.”

“Are we too close?” he teased, offering you a slice of the mochi he picked up earlier.

You took it. “No. I think… it’s just the first time they realized I have a home outside of them.”

He nodded slowly. “It’s your life. Your space. You let me be part of it. That means something.”

You stared at him for a long moment. “Solomon… do you think we’ve blurred the line?”

He leaned back, eyes soft. “Maybe. But I don’t think I mind. Not if it’s with you.”

The demon brothers left that day knowing one thing for sure:

Solomon wasn’t just visiting you.

He was woven into your life now — through morning routines, inside jokes, shared dinners, and quiet companionship. And whether it was romance or something softer, deeper… they couldn’t deny:

You’d built something together.

Even if no one could quite define it yet.