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a/n: hi fellas, i have hypersomnia, which basically just means i fall asleep a lot so here’s the brothers with a very sleepy mc.

At first, the brothers are kind of confused. Demons don’t need as much sleep as humans and they’re baffled by your excessive sleeping. Do all humans sleep so much? Why are you always flaring your teeth at them? (They later learn that this is called yawning.)

Lucifer initially thinks you’re lazy and it honestly bothers him. Simultaneously you remind him of a certain brother, so he also lets many things you do slide. He'll just sigh when you fall asleep 45 minutes into one of his lectures. “I think they understood my point,” he says, before turning to Mammon and continuing his lesson for a good two hours. As you get closer, he understands that you aren't lazy and he even lets you sleep in his office at R.A.D. whenever you need it.

One late evening you trudge into his office, blanket in hand. He looks at you with a raised brow. "Bed, now. You haven't slept properly in like 3 days," you say, while pointing your finger threateningly at him. Much to his own surprise, he finds himself in his bed with you snuggling into his side. He supposes you kind of complete each other in that way, where he sleeps too little, you sleep too much.

The first time you fall asleep during one of your hangouts with Mammon he’s annoyed. He lets you sleep it out because you just look too cute when you’re sleeping, but when you wake up he’s crossing his arms and pouting. “Am I really that boring, huh?” Luckily, we all know the great Mammon can never stay mad with you for too long, so he warms up to you again within an hour or so. If you want you can always speed up the process significantly by giving him kisses or a big hug. It works every single time.

Once he realizes you don’t fall asleep because of him, but because you’re just so damn tired, he stops getting bothered by it. Instead, he just tugs you in, covering you in blankets. He'll even scold his brothers if they're being too loud around you. This just causes them to make fun of him, but always at a lower noise level.

Leviathan is also hurt at first, especially because you fell asleep during an anime marathon. He’s a bit harder to make happy again. He’s absolutely convinced it has something to do with him. No matter how many times you tell him he doesn’t believe you until one day when you fall asleep in the middle of a conversation with Mammon. The sight makes him laugh so hard, he almost falls over.

After that, he doesn’t mind anymore. After all, if you fall asleep around Mammon, then it's probably you who's the problem, not him. He lets you sleep with your head in his lap. He’ll even tread his fingers through your hair, but he’ll never admit that to you when you’re awake. Once you wake up again he’s happy to give you a recap of what you missed in the episode, plus an analysis of the dialogue and the hidden meanings of certain scenes.

Satan doesn’t mind at first, because he likes how it bothers Lucifer. He even helps you get away with it. When you fall asleep during class, he’ll put a book in front of you so the teacher can’t see and he’ll answer the question for you if you’re called on. He even begins to write notes for you. Later it just becomes a habit of his, he does it for you without thinking.

If he’s reading aloud for you and you fall asleep, a smile will tug at his lips and he’ll just continue reading for you. Because of you, he begins researching human sleeping patterns. After he reads that certain foods can make you more energized, he begins to carry fruits and nuts with him, which he offers you whenever you get sleepy.

Asmodeus thinks beauty sleep is very important. It’s only natural that someone as beautiful as you should sleep a lot. Besides that, he’s probably the one who wakes you up from your sleep the most. Too much sleep can be bad for you as well! Besides that, he can't wait for you to wake up to share the insane gossip he just heard. You need to hear it now!

Like with Lucifer, you remind Beelzebub of Belphegor. A lot. His chest hurts when he finds you sleeping in the living room and he carries you to bed. When you fall asleep on his shoulder, he pats your head. He likes just looking at you when you sleep. Not in a creepy way, you just look so peaceful. It soothes the ache in his chest.

If you get too tired while you're out on a trip or assignment, Beel will often offer to piggyback you. Beel is a big guy, he could carry Diavolo around if he wanted to. With you on his back, he barely even registers your weight. His arms hook around your legs and sometimes his fingers will dig into your thighs. He likes the way you wrap your arms around his neck and the way he can feel your breath on his ear, while you whisper things to him. Most of all he likes when you fall asleep and he can hear your soft breathing.

Once you become friends with Belphegor, he’s excited to have a sleeping buddy. You come up to the attic to have your midday nap with him and he immediately opens his arms for you. “I’m serious, Belphie, only one hour,” you say, while setting the alarm on your D.D.D. “You know I can’t sleep for any longer than that.” Belphegor just nods sleepily and traps you in his arms. Once you're asleep, he grabs your phone and turns off the alarm.

When Beel comes to wake you up, saying it’s time for dinner, Belphie just laughs when you slap him lightly and complain that you slept for three hours. After that, you refuse to nap with him anymore until he swears that he won’t mess with your alarm again.

One time you mentioned that you have a hard time waking up in the mornings. The constant night of the Devildom is really messing with your brain. That very same day, a new bed lamp is ordered for you. One of those that imitate the sunrise in the morning, slowly lighting up your room as you wake up. You’re a lot more energetic in the mornings after that, a sight that makes all of the brothers smile your way at breakfast.

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emo asmo could walk me like a dog

heartbreaking:the worst people you know just started an emo band

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https://www.tumblr.com/todosteakettle/710361171214073856/what-the-obey-me-boys-would-look-like-if-they-were

Hey, sorry. How??? Was this just before Artbreeder went all stupid or???

Im not really sure how to answer your question but yeah these were made a while ago before artbreeder changed its UI and stuff. I also did A LOT of editing and adding features manually by drawing over it on procreate

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i 100% thought this was beel and belph. so cute

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i need to draw this immediately.

Obey me is so funny because it's about found family and it's about different found families and it's like

Here's Simeon and his beautiful, caring son who bakes with him and patiently teaches him how to use a mobile phone and comes up with fun, innocent activities they can do together

Here's Barbatos and his beautiful, caring son who wants to play a prank on him so they can bond but doesn't want to distress Barbatos so instead he gives him tea in the morning and asks interesting questions from him

And then pan over to Lucifer whose clothes are crumpled and also a little on fire, whose hair is greying and sticking up, whose hunched over, barely standing up straight, and who hasn't had a moment's rest in years, who is desperately clutching on to a bottle of alcohol in one hand and a smoking cigarette in the other, who has the overall demeanor and appearance of someone who has been consecutively run over by several trucks - not really upset but more resigned to his (eternal) fate, while his horrible, terrible gaggle of gremlin children run rampant in the background

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the way u draw mammon never ceases to impress

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You can only reblog this today or until the next Monday, June 19th, 2034.

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“Please don’t forget about us when you’re famous” PLEASE BARBATOS ISSO FUNNY WHAT

what does diavolo have two hands for? so other men can hold them??

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IM SO EXCITED TO READ THESE

#a warm welcome. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ @'LUCIFER. [obey me!]

@SUMMARY ♡ nightbringer!mc coming back to the present & the different reactions of the demon brothers. (part i.) ♡ wc : 2k! ♡

@CONTENT ♡ semi-angst w comfort, afab mc (possible fem compliments + petnames, good girl etc.) smut  [thigh riding, missionary/mating press, dirty talk, unprotected ] if im missing anything lmk!

@NOTE4READER ♡  tysm for 800 likes so far on my betrothed diavolo post!! i thought i would keep up the obey me! momentum with this post! i have only played a little bit of the beginning of nightbringer so idk much about the plot except the basics, when my phone is fixed ill definitely get back into it lol -but enjoy!! + i wanna start a general taglist, comment if u would like to be tagged in my future posts!

lucifer + sfw vers.

you being gone made his already long and tiresome nights of paperwork, even more unbearable. the thought that at any moment you could just walk into his study to bother keep him company and distract him from his responsibilities, went from reality to a wish and then .. a prayer at times - no matter how much the holy utterance burned his throat. his mind was constantly busy with memories of you, so much so that he instead of indulging in the break diavolo suggested, buried himself into work even more in hopes of forgetting the little things that pained him most.

but just as he was forgetting the pit-pat of you shuffling towards his study door, his head raised from his stack of files and to the open door. and there you were, absent were the sounds of your feet running towards the secluded room, not because they weren't there, no. in fact when the realization of you waking up in the HoL hit, the realization that you were back in your timeline - with your stuffed sheep toy, pile of laundry still undone, your lazily hung bulletin board filled with pictures of all your boys, the ones of lucifer had your feet nearly breaking through the floorboards at the reckless abandon for pretty much everything, except getting to him, seeing him - even if it turned out to be a dream.

sounds of your panting and heavy footsteps never registered for lucifer because of all the times his head snaps up at any noise outside his door and hand jerking, leaving streaks of black ink on his sheet, none of those ended in seeing you.

your eyes sparkling with mischief at whatever you planned to do with him, your plump pouting lips whenever a stern no escaped him, only to be replaced by reluctant agreement that had your honey-like tone singing praises and thank yous.

but this time, you were here. truly home - although he simply cannot believe his eyes, was satan playing another foul prank? no, it can't be. this .. this would be too cruel. 

"mc ..?" it was the most timid, unsure and utterly desperate you've ever heard him.

"l-lucifer." it was the most heart-achingly beautiful he's ever heard you. 

he rises from his desk, abrupt and one-track-minded, just you you you, holding you before you slip from his grasp, again.

the feeling is nostalgic, but almost like the whole world has been lifted off his shoulders with the brash collision of your bodies and the intertwining of your shaky fingers when you raise his gloveless hand to your warm cheeks. he stares down into your glossy eyes and when tears creep over your bottom lashes, all the things he's wanted you to hear fall out, with no resistance or reason. 

"you're back .. im so sorry i lost you. are you hurt? god i've missed you, please don't leave me again." his forehead is pressed firmly against yours, the tickle of his inky bangs nearly distracting you from his pleas. lucifer of all demons never begged, never pleaded for anything besides peace and quiet, but now with you in his arms again .. he would do anything to keep you there. 

"i'm not going anywhere luci, i've missed you too much."

lucifer + nsfw vers./continuation

after a night of abandoning his work to question you, to hold you, to simply admire you, and to even shed tears with you, waking up to the bitterest hell coffee he's had in months and the sight of you in his white button-down - missed buttons and haphazardly slug on one shoulder, sends his overwhelming emotions into overdrive.

even from across the room, leaning over his desk mindlessly looking through his papers, you feel his stare. better yet, you feel the burn of your pact mark - a feeling that only comes in instances of low emotional control, which for lucifer was rare, even last night it was only the warm tingle at the frenzy of emotions. 

"stop luci."

"stop what, darling?" you snap your head towards him. sat up lazily in bed, bare everywhere besides his snug black boxers, tired smirk etched on his - despite the early wakeup, gorgeous face. and the pet name laced in a tone far from innocent heats your face with a fever that matches your mark.

"my mark. you're hurti- it hurts." looking at him pointedly, hoping whatever feelings he was struggling to tame would calm, for your sake at least. but with another spark on your forearm, you know no such hope will be achieved. 

you know it even more so when a low, "come back to bed," has you right where he wants you. although he'll never admit it out loud, but above him - like the angel you are, looking down at him, caught in his crimson gaze. the usual warm leather touch, now replaced with smooth, chilled fingers softly pressing into the plush of your thighs. 

the slight touch of his cold hands on your burning skin was intoxicating, and the cage his eyes have you locked in, have you buckling towards him. and lucifer doesn't waste a second or any of his strength when his feather-like touch carries you onto his lap and the apparent feeling he was doing nothing to reel in. the hardness hidden beneath the black fabric, flush against your own thin underwear bridles a sudden and quite familiar lust within you.

"i told you how much i've missed you hm?" the air of question in his words parts your lips in ready response, but with his hands - that had been ghosting the expanse of your body, slowly reaching your jaw and settling down till his finger is set down on your plush lips, you're suddenly silent. unconsciously sliding out your tongue to wet your lips, slightly chapped from the dry morning's air, you're met with the soft pad of his thumb. and lucifer, now taking that as an invitation makes home in the wet cavern. 

and with the slight suction of your cheeks, the demon's eyes brew a bloody red, and with a hiss he suggests, "but how about i show you?"

despite the confidence in his tone and the rough grip on your thigh with his free hand, his heart betrays him - a simple roll of your hips on his clothed bulge, has it hammering against his ribs. and the shaky moan it elicits from you has him pushing his thumb further down your throat.

"lets shut that pretty mouth up, huh?" because he knows if you don't .. he won't be able to control himself. it's been too long without you, and every primal instinct within him is screaming for you - the angel that was once on his shoulder gone and replaced in the flesh with you. 

and by god's name he was going to worship ravage you.

at least that's what he's telling himself, when your dainty hand snakes its way down between the two of you, and under the band of cotton restraining him. fidgeting slightly, the feeling of grinding down on his toned thigh now with his cock in your warm palm, has you both selfishly chasing a high you've been deprived of for months.

hissing at the pressure on his leaking cock, bubblegum pink tip now flushing a blushed red. a shiver crawled down your spine at the sight of it, beads of precum slipping off his ruby tip onto his pretty shaft, and heavy balls waiting to be drained by you - his returned lover.

"mph .. is this what you wanted angel?" having removed his drool-covered thumb from your lips, freeing him from the suction of your cheeks with a pop, he watches you with low eyes letting you work your hand and your hips in tandem, bouncing his leg under you he teases "wanted to make a mess on me?"

with your words caught in your throat, moans threatening to replace them, the only thing you could do was give him pathetic whines and moans. hand unknowingly tightening around him, with your languid movements gaining speed and getting sloppier due to his spillage of precum leaking down further past your hands and onto his heavy balls.

but this was a position lucifer missed - the one where you're too blissed out to speak, chasing the sweet release only he could give you.

and oh, do you release. 

"pl-lease luci .. more more"

your sopping hole had been clenched around nothing until this point, but lucifer made quick work of changing positions - with you now laid against his plush black pillows, drenched panties ripped and thrown to the side, he had a clear if not perfect view of your glistening folds. and it took everything in him to not lean down for a taste, with him tapping his swollen head against your clit, he groans a low, "so wet and pretty for me, darling .."

but you dont even have time to feel embarrassed or to pay attention to all the heat engulfing you, when he finally sinks into you. from the lewd squelching of your bodies connecting to the matching moans and whimpers you both let out, the quiet air of a devildom morning is long broken.

"f-fuckk, you're splitting me oh!-pen," the stretch of months apart wasn't ignored by either of you. lucifer feels the warm suffocation-like grip of your pussy and trying not to completely bottom out or cum too quickly, and the arch in your back off the soft bed is also telling for the pinching fit of his thick cock.

"you're taking me so well, just a little. more." his final push inside you break up his words, with an overwhelming amount of pleasure rushing over his large frame, he starts a merciless pace, nearing demonic with the way his smooth hands roughly grab and pin your thick legs against your chest, leaving your heels danging and bouncing against his pale shoulders.

and with his one hand caressing your ankle and the other finding warmth between your legs, rubbing rhythmic circles around your neglected clit. his movement left your thighs screaming, muscles beyond sore from both supporting his position and with how tightly you clenched around his rutting cock.

lucifer can't help but admire you when you're like this - warm dusted cheeks, glossy eyes and blown out pupils, your meek "feels s' good" dripping from your lips repeatedly, much like the drool at the corners of your mouth that he allows himself to lean down and kiss. you eagerly reciprocate - despite the ache in your legs from the crushing position, you grasp his face bringing lucifer into a sloppy kiss, moans and saliva meeting along with tongues rubbing and sucking until you force yourself to breathe.

as your own orgasm surged you heaved through the tears and spit, the oncoming release taking a lot out of your lungs, so much so, that when you squeal out, "cumming, god im c-cumming .." lucifer barely hears, but the pulsing of your walls is more than enough warning for him to thrust a little harsher than before.

"you gonna cum angel? gonna be a good girl for me and cum, right?" lucifer's words fog up your brain leaving you crying with pleasure, "yes yes yes!" ringing out across his large bedroom just as those words leave his mouth, and the python-grip of your post-orgasm cunt has lucifer filling you up soon after, all logical thoughts gone.

panting heavily in your afterglow of lust, you stare mindlessly at the dark ceiling, lucifer having removed his heavy frame from yours to run a bath leaves you with your thoughts. thoughts of how the other brothers will react now that you're back ..

@ANGELNIX ♡ ., 6.8.23

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solomon actually being a decent cook all this time but purposefully cooking crazy stuff because 1. it’s funny 2. he’s likes to experiment and 3. he’s extremely skilled in literally everything else so he purposely acts dumb in the kitchen just to get babied and praised by someone for once

solomon purposely trying to make a mess in the kitchen while you’re teaching him how to cook just so you’d be *forced* to hold his hand to ‘guide’ his movements 

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the barbie meme!

they accident my committed a felony while doing business in the human world. barb is mortified but diavalo is just so happy to be treated like a normal civilian

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he wants us so bad

Lucifer Wanting to Bed MC #1

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Lonely Nights of the past

(Mc x Lucifer established) (Solomon x Mc one sided)

Gn! Reader with they them pronouns

summary: takes place during Nightbringer. Mc seeks comfort on a lonely sleepless night.

Warnings: slight non con elements (just a kiss), reader is mentioned to be smaller than Solomon and Lucifer.

You laid in bed staring up at the ceiling. Coclyus hall was silent. Such a large building for only two people. If felt hollow and cold. Solomon was most likely in his study at the other end of the building. If he was even home. A dull burning ache of loneliness tore throw you. The silence was deafening. No sound of Levi shouting at what ever game he was playing, none of Beelzebub’s heavy foot steps as he snuck down to the kitchen, no sounds of Satan tripping and knocking down piles of books, or eerie distant music from Lucifers room.

You tried to close your eyes and ignore the emptiness. You thought of the nights you couldn’t sleep at the house of lamentation. When you’d slip into Lucifers study where you knew he would still be awake nursing a glass of demonus going through his endless stacks of paper work. You tried to conjure in your mind the comfort you got from crawling into his lap were he’d hold you with out question. You clung to the feeling of him rubbing your back with one hand as he used the other to continue his work eventually lulling you to sleep.

The memory of Lucifers comforting warmth only left you more aware of his absence and the cold way he treated you here in the past. Despair was threatening to over take you. You needed company, a distraction, anything to chase away the loneliness.

Solomon almost jumped at the sound of knocking on his study door. He still wasn’t used to having another human around often shocked by your presence in his once secondary home.

“Solomon?” He savored the sound of your voice so soft and sweet calling out to him.

“Come in Mc,” he called beckoning you into his office.

You slowly opened the door, sheepishly peeking into the room. Solomons large desk sat at the other end facing the door. His office was large but felt small due to the over flowing clutter of magical artifacts and scrolls. Even his desk was covered in piles of old tomes and other old crap. The room was bathed in a warm light of a fire place that crackled and flicked. Solomon sat at his desk at a large rather lavish arm chair studying a document in one hand and a glass of brandy with the other.

Solomon watched you linger in the door way as you hesitated to cross the thresh hold. You held your blanket tightly wrapped around your body, avoiding eye contact with your master as you glanced around the study. He sighed giving you a warm smile and setting down his work.

“Can’t sleep?” He asked, it must have been well past midnight.

You simply shook you head, pulling you blanket tighter.

“If you’d like I can make you a tea that should put you right to sleep.”

You shook you head no, still not entering the office. Maybe you were tired or maybe you were desperately lonely but sitting there in the warm light of his office Solomon almost looked like Lucifer. You heart ached and longed for him, you couldn’t ask Solomon to comfort you in his place. He was your teacher and friend. And you weren’t completely oblivious, you knew he had feeling for you. Yet here you were, standing in the door of his office, crying. Crying?

You hadn’t even noticed the stray tears that slipped past your eyes but now the flood gates were open.

“Solomon,” you chocked out a sob, hiding you face in you blanket.

“Mc!” Solomon quickly came to meet you at the door skillfully dodging all the clutter in his path. He gently lifted you chin to meet your teary eyes. “Mc what’s the matter?”

“I’m sorry,” you sputtered finally meeting Solomon’s gaze. His eyes softened when he looked at you but his concern for you was clear from the way his brows furled.

“Hush, you have nothing to be sorry for.” Solomon cooed brushing away the tears that rolled down your cheeks. He stood there with you as you tried to calm down, not sure how he should comfort your or how it would be ok to touch you. When your sobs turned to soft whimpers and your breathing slowed he asked you again, “what’s wrong Mc?”

You took a deep breathe before answering, “I… can I sit with you?”

Solomon doesn’t want to tell you no but he looks around his office, “I’m sorry Mc, I don’t have anywhere you could sit. I can come down to the common room…”

“No,” you stop him. “I want…”

‘I want you to hold me’ you think but you can’t say it out loud. Instead you grab for Solomon’s hand. He happily lets you take it as you pull him back towards his deck. He doesn’t move letting you guide him to his chair.

“Mc, what are you?” You don’t let him ask as you push him down to sit. Solomon blushes at your bold move as you climb onto his lap avoiding any eye contact with him. You settle in straddling his hips as you rest you curl up against his chest and bury your face in his neck.

He wasn’t nearly as large as Lucifer nor did he feel as solid or strong. But he was still big enough for you to lay comfortably against him.

“Mc?” Solomon is as stiff as a board, he doesn’t dare move or touch you.

“Hold me.” You mutter softly into his ear. You warm breath tickles his neck causing him to swallow a groan.

“As you wish my dear,” he almost hesitates as he rests one hand behind you head and the other on your lower back rubbing softly with his thumb.

You both sit like that in silence. Solomon nuzzles his head against yours, feeling bold enough to hold you closer against him. Even if he wasn’t Lucifer, the way he held you was comforting. You didn’t want to admit it but the way he held you firmly against him did make you feel safe, like this you could feel just how strong he was. You felt you guilty, cuddling up to Solomon. What would Lucifer think if he saw how the sorcerer held you. Would he hate you for being so desperate for affection.

“You know, Lucifer used to hold me like this.” You confess gently rubbing circles into Solomon’s chest.

“Is that so,” Solomon felt a pang of jealousy in his chest.

“Ya, whenever I couldn’t sleep. I always knew he’d be up in his study.” You don’t tell him how most mornings you’d wake up in Lucifer’s bed or the things he’d whisper to you when he thought you were asleep or how painful it feels to miss him and still see him everyday.

Solomon doesn’t say anything, what could he even say. That he’s jealous, that he wants you to find comfort in him, that he loves you. He wasn’t a fool, he knows how you feel about the demon.

You speak again filling the silence. “I’m sorry. I feel so selfish” Playing with Solomon’s feeling like this using him for your comfort.

“No I should apologize,” Solomon chuckles lightly, his hold on you loosening.

Confused you sit up to face him. “Why?”

“Because I want to be selfish too.” Solomon doesn’t let you question him as he crashes his lips to yours in a desperate kiss. Your eyes wide with shock as you try to push him away. Solomon follows after you the hand he had cradling the back of your neck now holding your firmly in place.

Solomon pulls back releasing you, his face was flushed red and his lips puffy from being pressed to yours. “I’m sorry dear, I hope you aren’t too upset with me.”

You were stunned, and hurt, and very confused. You thought of Lucifer again. You felt your eyes burn as they welled up with tears again. Your breath caught in your throat as you nicked out a sob.

“Oh mc, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you” Solomon rubbed your back as you took deep shaky breath.

“I want Lucifer,” you sobbed like a child crying for their father. “I want Lucifer”

Solomon pulled you back down to lay against him. He rocked you gently, as you cried into his shoulder.

He holds you until you finally cry yourself asleep. It must be nearly 2 am by the time you finally fell asleep. Between your emotional state and exhaustion, he makes a mental note to let past Lucifer know you’ll need some personal time off tomorrow. He finishes off his liquor before carrying you to his bed. His room was attached to his study and he wasn’t planning on sleeping tonight anyways.

You stir slightly as he tucks you in, you reach out for his arm. “Stay,” you ask in your sleep.

Solomon almost let’s you pull him into bed with you but he stops himself. Gently he pulls away from your grasp.

“Luci,” you call to him hopelessly search for his arm. “Luci stay.”

“I can’t Mc,” Solomon tells you not sure if you can hear him or not. He leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, he is only human after all. “I’ll be in my study if you need me.”

“Ok,” you smile in your sleep. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Authors note: omg I swear this was just going to be a short fic but I kept dragging it out lol

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･゜ﾟ A/N: The ending was kind of rushed but that idea hadn't left my head since Nightbringer came out so I had to write it. All the turmoil, all the fear Mc felt being sent back in time, waking up and knowing that no one remembers them but they remember everyone??? Lots of potential for angst 🥹☕

*･゜ﾟ Warning: Gn!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, this can be read as platonic or romantic

You are no longer their friend, you are no longer their lover. And worst of all, you are no longer a family member to them, everything you went through with them, all the shared stories that were the reasons for your tears and smiles, none of that has a meaning now. Because to them you are just a stranger, just the attendant who is there to help them.

Nothing more and nothing less.

And it hurts. It hurts when Lucifer kicks you out of his office because you aren't close enough for him to hear you or when you're not greeted by an enthusiastic Mammon who's about to drag you off on some silly adventure, it hurts when Levi doesn't chatter about anime he's seen and how he craves your company. It hurts when Satan doesn't look at you like he used to, with love and care, soft. It hurts even more when Asmo kicks you out of his room instead of inviting you in and telling stories from the Celestial Realm time while the two of you skin care each other, or the way Beel doesn't hug you the way he used to, and even the naps with Belphie and the constellation talk aren't what they used to be.

Tears flow freely down your eyes without you noticing. Nothing is like before and you are mourning people who are still alive, people who are by your side almost every day. Small sobs leave your throat, but you control yourself well enough for the sound not to echo through the kitchen.

You have to endure this, you have to be strong. But you can't, not now.

The pact marks on your body were transparent, still and cold, so different from the warmth and good feeling they had on your skin. And the thought that you and the brothers were once really a family seems so far away now, almost like a dream.

"Mc..." A soft voice sounds from behind you, as wistful as you feel.

He knows, of course he knows the pain that consumes you every day and you don't expect him to come to you to comfort you, you turn and throw yourself into his arms, hugging him as tight as you can. You need to know that this is real, that he is real.

And Solomon holds you gently, holds you when you scream and cry against his chest, he holds you as you spill the words that were stuck in your throat. No words he could utter would be good enough to assuage the pain that resides in your heart, nor could he understand the pain of losing such important people. He himself said that he was alone for a long time.

But you forget one thing.

"I'm here for you, Mc." Solomon reminds you, voice soft as he rubs circles on your back with one hand and wipes your tear with the other hand. There's a kind of urgency in his eyes as if he doesn't know if this will offer the comfort you need, but it does.

The warmth and soft scent of him are reminders that all of this is happening, but at least someone is there for you. He is there for you, Solomon is there by your side every morning, to protect you, to stand by you and to help you, especially help you to bear this giant weight that the world has thrown on your shoulders again.

"I am here." He whispered between the conjecture of your neck and shoulder, blowing raspberries against your skin to hear you chuckle softly. "Share your burdens with me more often, Mc. We can take this together, two pairs of hands are stronger than one."

You nodded, tired. All this turmoil of feelings made you want to lie down on the kitchen floor and sleep there in the fetal position, just like you and Belphie once did. And the memory made you laugh, especially when Lucifer failed to wake you up and decided it was best to just cover for you.

"Thanks, Solly." You hugged him again and buried your face in his chest, a mere contact was enough to relieve the pressure you had carried with you for an entire week and you looked at him with sparkling eyes as if he was the most precious thing to you. "Thank you for coming after me and for being by my side."

He flicked your forehead, barely suppressing the laughter in his expression. "All for my dearest apprentice. Now come on, Simeon has made some delicious cakes and I want to eat them with you."

Solomon dragged you out of your room and into the living room and there, he didn't give you a second to worry or overthink things. And you thanked him for it, for a moment you were almost back home and any moment everyone else would walk through that door. Except they wouldn't, but that was okay because you would find a way to get back home on your own.

And it was with that in mind that you went to sleep with a new determination rising in you.