lost-in-lamentation
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made a gdocs OC sheet for Obey Me, since most of the templates I've seen are for artists and the doc templates are just simple txt files. as usual, it's meant to be for ppl like me who love to add a LOT of text <3
It's here if you'd like to use it! Remember to make your own copy -> File -> Make a copy!
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more of you.
a/n: self indulgent fic today because i've been borderline sick these days and i literally cannot afford to be sick right now (so i'm pushing my illness onto MC)
content: mammon's not great at taking care of sick people, but he'd do it for you anyway.
non-established relationship. pining mammon. sick fic.
fluff. comfort. mammon × gen!reader. 1k words.
the first sign was the persistent headache that had been following you since the night before. of course, not wanting to miss your classes at RAD, you blamed it on the combination of too much caffeine and not enough rest. you practically dragged yourself to RAD, ignoring the second sign of dizziness while you walked. by the end of your first class, your headache had grown into a full blown migraine, much to your disappointment. you didn't even register the fact that the lecture had ended until mammon had his face hovering dangerously close to yours.
"oi, human. why's your face all red?"
you groaned and waved him away from you, slowly starting to pack away your things. "it's not red," you muttered.
mammon drew back with a click of his tongue, hands on his hips while he looked you up and down. "liar," the demon retorted, poking at your forehead. "jeez, you're all hot too. this doesn't feel normal."
"maybe i've just always been hot." you hissed at mammon's hand, the touch on your forehead hard enough to send the room spinning.
mammon scoffed at you, shoving his hands into his pockets while turning to leave the classroom. "i didn't mean it like that- stop thinking weird stuff!"
you would have laughed if you had the energy, but with the way your head was pounding, you didn't have it in you to do anything. with shaky legs, you pushed yourself up out of your chair, trying your best to stumble towards the doorway. you crashed into doorframe with a loud thud, landing on the floor seconds later with your head in your hands. despite your blurry vision, you saw the white haired demon rushing back towards you, his panicked voice ringing in your ears. "mammon?"
"what the hell's wrong with ya?!"
when you felt him crouch in front of you, you acted without thinking straight (not that you really could), reaching up to wrap your arms his neck. "don't feel good," you mumbled into his shoulder, slumping against his torso.
"oh, now you're admitting it," mammon growled at you. "and stop clinging to me!"
you shook your head as much as you could without making it hurt worse. "you're too loud, my head hurts."
the avatar of greed inhaled deeply, stopping himself from shouting any more. "why'd i have to be put in charge of ya in the first place?" begrudgingly, mammon hoisted you up into his arms, one arm locked under your knees and the other close to your waist. the last thing you heard before knocking out was mammon calling for one of his brothers down the hall.
when mammon finally made it back to the house of lamentation, he debated kicking the door off its hinges just to get inside, but quickly changed his mind when he remembered he still owed lucifer money for the last time he did it. he was also afraid he'd wake you up in the process, but that wasn't a real reason, he had told himself. instead, mammon shifted you in his arms so he had just enough leeway to turn the doorknob. he repeated the same process when he got to your bedroom, finally clicking the door open and shuffling over to place you down on your bed. after making sure you were still breathing, mammon turned away, ready to leave. he wasn't good with taking care of others, let alone a sick human; but when he took another look at you, dishevelled and almost helpless, mammon felt something in his stomach churn. the demon began his way back to your side, tentative fingertips brushing away the hairs that had started to stick to your forehead.
mammon frowned at the feeling, knowing that you usually never ran this hot. he only knew that because he poked at you often, and not because he had tried (and failed) to hold your hand on multiple occasions. the eldest brother had ordered mammon to come back to RAD if nothing else needed to be done, but mammon decided that maybe the human needed his care just this once.
he wasn't confident in his abilities, but he had seen what to do once while watching an anime over leviathan's shoulder. and so, mammon left your room for a few minutes, returning with a bucket of cool water and a small towel in hand. as carefully as he could, he pushed you further onto your bed so he could sit on the edge by your side. the towel, now damp, was placed onto your forehead moments after, accompanied by mammon draping a blanket over your now trembling figure. "what's your deal, getting sick all of a sudden…" mammon talked to himself every few minutes, constantly replacing the towel as it needed to be replaced. "get better already so we can go hit the casino. or somethin'." internally, mammon wished he was better at enchantments so that he wouldn't have to keep switching out the towel. the idea that satan or lucifer would be better at taking care of you made his blood boil.
the longer he stared at your face, the more his own heated up, the blush on his cheeks beginning to match yours. "so rude, ya won't even talk to me right now. if ya think getting sick gives ya an excuse, it doesn't. just so ya know!"
softly, the pads of his fingertips began to wander along your face, tracing your jaw and dancing over your cheeks lightly. a part of mammon had always wondered what it'd be like to hold your face in his hands. with a sigh, mammon pulled the towel off your forehead and dipped it into the bucket.
"it's not fair, human," he said under his breath, swirling the water with a hand. "when did i start wanting you more than anything else?"
he gazed at you longingly, setting the cloth down on your bedside table before scooting closer to you. slowly, he leaned in towards you, taking a shaky breath for courage before pressing his lips to the crown of your head. being greed incarnate, mammon wanted more of this, more of you, but he held back, not wanting to ruin what he had with you already. he pulled away from you, but couldn't get far before leaning down again and pressing his forehead to yours.
"one day," mammon murmured onto your skin, stroking your cheek delicately as he placed the towel back in its rightful place.
a/n: when i get sick and delirious i immediately just want mammom tbh
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a magician never reveals their secrets.
*leaves
what is HAPPENING
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HI HAPPY BDAY IN 8 DAYS CONFERTI ATTACK 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉
SHOW YOURSELF WHAT THE HECK [BLASTS A CONFETTI CANNON BACK AT YOU]
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ok hang on where tf did all of you come from hello ?!?
THE COMEBACK OF MY POST FROM LAST YEAR JUST MADE ME REALISE THIS BLOG IS 8 DAYS FROM BEING A YEAR OLD OH MY GOD
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THE COMEBACK OF MY POST FROM LAST YEAR JUST MADE ME REALISE THIS BLOG IS 8 DAYS FROM BEING A YEAR OLD OH MY GOD
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i should've known barbatos would take the crown. that poor soul
yaho i'm alive (barely) i just slept 90% of the last 3-4 days because of STUPID. MIGRAINES. my next question is who in the obm cast (without lucifer cause he'd win with a landslide)
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BRUH ARE U KIDDING ME i want ur talent
I forgot how much I loved traditional art. 🩷
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yaho i'm alive (barely) i just slept 90% of the last 3-4 days because of STUPID. MIGRAINES. my next question is who in the obm cast (without lucifer cause he'd win with a landslide)
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headcanon where when mammon is too shy to admit his feelings, he's loud, boisterous, and an overwhelming flurry of energy. he'll wake you up in the morning with nothing less than pots and pans. mammon announces his presence every chance he gets, never leaving a moment of silence when he finds you lounging around the house of lamentation.
but then the further you break down his walls, the more you realise that mammon's love is... quiet. he no longer whoops and hollers to get your attention. instead, he opts for taking your hand in his, playing with your fingers and tracing the lines on your palms. mammon becomes more subdued than he was initially, but for the sole reason that he finally realises that you accept all sides of him. even the one that you didn't get to know until later on.
so mammon continues to love quietly, with his head on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around you tight. and although it feels a bit strange to not be talking to fill the silence, mammon wouldn't trade the sound of your synced heartbeats for the world.
a/n: i didn't have time to write (⇀‸↼‶) so take this disaster instead.
reblogs are really appreciated (´ω｀) ♡
#obey me#obey me nightbringer#obey me swd#obey me shall we date#obey me mammon#mammon x mc#obey me mammon x reader#mammon x reader#mammon#mammon x you#aris writes 🐈⬛
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SXCUSE ME
Obey Me X Ghibli but everyone is Howl because I said so
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a moment of respite.
the brothers have nightmares, but you're there.
all brothers × gen!reader (separate. you/your).
belphegor;
sloth slips into your room without a sound, footsteps muffled against the floor as he climbs onto your bed. with more hesitance than usual, belphie places a hand on your shoulder, timidly shaking you until you blink your eyes open. he stares at you awkwardly, hints of shame and fear flitting across his expression, but as you hook your arm around his neck, belphie melts into your hold. sometimes, the one who is in charge of dreams needs someone else to take control.
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beelzebub;
not yet asleep, you hear shuffling and what sounds like sniffling coming from the kitchen. you can't deny the curiosity or the concern that bubbles up inside you, so you make your way over to find none other than beel. he rummages through the fridge half-heartedly, eyes lined with red and stifling the occasional sob. you step into the kitchen as you knock on the doorway to announce your presence. you walk up to him carefully, and as soon as you're in reach, beel grabs you and pulls you close, relieved that there is something other than food to bring him comfort.
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asmodeus;
the fifth born knocks on your door with the usual energy, but when you come face to face with him, you see the light in his eyes has been snuffed out. you invite him inside, guiding him to sit on your bed before flicking your lights off. only when asmo is confident that you can't see him do the tears begin to fall. you feel around in the dark for him, wrapping your arms tight around his waist as he clutches at your clothing. and even now, at his lowest, asmo now knows that you accept him today, and will accept him tomorrow, tears and all.
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satan;
the doorknob to your room turns with alarming speed, but as it quickly as it does, it returns to its original position, and you hear a soft rapping of knuckles instead of the click of a door. you call them to come in, and when satan finally reveals himself to you, you can't help but clamber off the bed to move towards him. there is anger, sorrow, confusion, and helplessness clouding his gaze, all brought together by the tears that slip down his cheeks. gently, you take his face into your hands, thumbs swiping away at the tears as he shows you that he is much more than just wrath.
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levi;
your phone wakes you up with a series of notifications, all coming from one place. you rush over to levi's room, reciting the password as quick as you can before pushing the door open. to your dismay, you find levi trembling in the tub he uses for a bed, his hands white knuckled as he curls in tightly around himself. your heart twists when he calls out your name, his voice smaller than usual. you pad over to the side of the tub, prying his hands away from himself to take them into yours, running your fingers over his as you remind him that you'll always be here.
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mammon;
the door is slammed open with a bang, your heart nearly jumping out of your chest when suddenly there is a pair of arms nearly choking you in their embrace. the light that floods into your room from the hallway reveals the head of white hair that is now pressed into your shoulder, and you realise quickly that your shirt is becoming damp. you take a second to ground yourself before bringing your own arms up to envelop mammon, one of your hands playing with his hair as you pull him down to lie next to you. mammon doesn't say anything, but you know he'll be okay as long as you don't let him go.
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lucifer;
lucifer doesn't bother to knock, and simply opens your door to find you sitting at your desk. when you see the fear that fills his gaze, you quickly shuffle over, coming to a stop in front of him. your own fear is mirrored in his eyes as you raise your hand to cup his face, the other slowly trailing down his side until it lands on his waist. at your touch, lucfier unravels, a quiet sob breaking free from his chest as lowers his head. you meet him in the middle, pulling him to rest his head on your shoulder. his heart, marred by everything that haunts him, finally feels clear as it beats in tandem with yours.
a/n: idk man i can't sleep
reblogs are really appreciated (´ω｀) ♡
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OH MY GOD FROM THE FREE TEN PULL HOLY SHIT
GUYS I GOT MY ACC BACK OMG IM ON MY KNEESSSSSS THANK THE LORDDDDD
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GUYS I GOT MY ACC BACK OMG IM ON MY KNEESSSSSS THANK THE LORDDDDD
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when time collides — Solomon x reader
⊹ word count: 0.4k
⊹ content: sfw, angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship between Solomon and reader, reader/MC is referred to as you/your.
⊹ warnings: mention of death (Solomon's parents and family), crying.
⊹ a/n: My baby just needs a hug omfg. An imagine of the story behind my favourite Solomon card animation (< click for the gif).
For Solomon, carnations are a painful reminder of the passage of time—everything he found, everything he learned, everything he created. But perhaps, most significantly, they remind him of everything he lost.
They grew in unhindered fields in the springs and summers. Like strokes of a shaky brush, petals painted over the hills, forests, and plains. Smatterings of crimson and blush and ivory created a natural masterpiece, whispering the stories of the people who called this land their home.
They still do, evidently. It’s been millennia since he returned here, yet the wind carries petal songs the same way they had when he was young. But now he gets to watch them twirl around you—the song snagging on your hair—and he doesn’t ever remember the petals being this beautiful.
Though, once they came close.
It was just after his father passed, sometime in early spring. The carnations had started to unfurl, still crinkly like the pages of a loved and withered book. He walked with his mother in a field somewhere far from their home, hand in hand through the blooms. And just like now, the petals danced around her, tickled their conjoined hands, and whispered their melodies to the breeze. Solomon was now king, but at a cost he never wanted to pay.
“I’m here,” his mother said, the petals winding through her hair and across her cheeks. “Let the wind carry your sadness for you.”
And Solomon cried in the safety of her arms, letting himself be at peace with his father’s passing.
He never had the chance to grieve his mother.
So now he stands at her grave, placing white carnations on the ancient stone that marks her place in the earth—and for the first time in a long time, the tears well in his eyes. He’s not sure he even remembers what it feels like to cry.
“Sol,” you call, your hand coming to rest on his shoulder. “I’m here.”
Just like he did all those years ago, he cries, turning to allow you to wrap him in the safety of your arms. The songs of the land—of his mother, his father, the family he’s almost forgotten—sing in the breeze as you sink with him to the ground, your hold never wavering. He hears your song—the story of teacher and apprentice, of lovers eternal—join in the breeze.
Carnations remind him of the pieces of his humanity he’s lost to the time that’s warped him.
But it’s you that reminds him to live.
©stellariah 2024 | do not copy, repost, translate, or feed my work to AI
#REAL. INCREDIBLE.#CANON EVENT#I LOVE A TRAUMATISED SORCERER#GOD THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL#obey me#obey me solomon#solomon x reader#obey me solomon x reader#obey me fanfic#obey me fanfiction#om solomon#om solomon x reader#solomon x you#obey me solomon x you#om solomon x you
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