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Hi I'm so sad right now and I want to be sadder so may I request like a hurt/comfort drabble about Mammon and Lucifer with teen or younger mc. So it goes like Mammon is super close with mc who unconsciously does things that reminds him of Lilith, then Mammon goes to Lucifer for comfort because he feels like he's using mc to feel like Lilith is still there. Something like thatð§UEHðUEGâ¹ïžð¥ºUEHYð¥ºUEHðUEHSðUEHEðŠUUEHUEð¢UEHðŠUSUEHðUEGâ¹ïžðŠUEHYð¥ºUEHðUEHSðUEHEð¢UUEHð§UEð¢UEHUS take your time Ily
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you know my true weakness: teen mc and dadcifer, but this time with a dash of older brother mams
tell me why i wrote placeholder as a placeholder for a title, then actually grew to really like it so i kept it...
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As Mammon walked through the outlet mall, he couldn't help but be drawn to the clothes put on show. He had some time to kill before his next photoshoot, so he popped into a couple of the stores he liked the displays of. As he browsed the store, he meandered through the various sections, leafing through what they had for sale.
However, soon enough he found himself in the juniors section, and he held up an awfully familiar brown jacket to get a better look at it. It was almost identical to the one he was currently wearing. His heart melted at the though of how happy this jacket might make you. He knows you'd die to match with him and his iconic jacket. Not even glancing at the price, he took it up to the register and paid for it on the spot.
He already knew exactly how you'd react. As soon as his photoshoot was over, he took his earning and the new jacket home. You met him at the door, as you usually did, eagar to tell him about what you'd done while he was gone. He let you, and once you reached a lull in the conversation, he presented you with the gift. You were overjoyed and accepted it with glee, just as he thought you would. Part of him was always afraid you might not like it, but your reaction crushed the fear every time.
You immediately insisted the two of you needed to go out in your new matching jackets, to which he proposed the two of you go out for dinner and dessert. It was Belphie's night to cook, and neither of you really cared for his cooking. Even though it was a little early for dinner, you rushed off the get changed, leaving him standing alone in the foyer.
As soon as you were gone, an eerie stillness filled the room. All of the gusto he'd been filled with left him all alone with his thoughts. He really did care for you, and he enjoyed doing things that made you happy, but something about the entire situation felt wrong. He didn't have long to dwell on that feeling and what it might be, because you were calling for him. He followed the sound of your voice, decided to forget about that for now.
That evening, he enjoyed his dinner and dessert with you, like promised. You had a great time, and he was happy he was able to give that to you. After you went off to bed, he was filled with that deep dread again. He sat alone in his room for a while, absentmindedly wiping down the window of his car, lost in thought. Before he realized it, it was closing on on two am. He was interrupted by a gentle knock on his bedroom door. Assuming it was you, he told them to just come on in. After throwing down the window cleaner on his bed, he turned to the sound of the shutting door.
"Lucifer? What are you still doing awake?" Mammon rubbed his face.
"I could ask you the same thing." Lucifer crossed his arms, and took a seat on the edge of his bed. "Are you alright?" His words froze Mammon to the spot.
"What do you mean?" There were hundreds of responses he could've given, but he wasn't sure why that's the one he chose to give.
"You heard me." Mammon admired his brother's persistence in most situations, but it was times like this that made him wish Lucifer would be able to drop something.
"I... I don't know." He felt himself faltering under the questioning of his elder brother.
"It's about Mc, isn't it?" Lucifer had seen right through him
"Was it that obvious?" Mammon asked.
"No. I just had a feeling. I miss her too, you know." Mammon sharply inhaled and look up to meet his brother's eyes. Lucifer was staring straight at him as soon as he did.
"I feel awful. I can't place it but I think they remind me too much of her." The both of them knew who the she they were referring to. All of the little things added up, and they were all just like what Lilith used to do. Neither of them could find it in themselves to say her name though.
Lucifer was silent for a second. At first Mammon thought he was doomed, that he was beyond saving. "Well, they are still Mc to you, right?" Mammon was taken a little aback by his question.
"Well, yeah." He wasn't quite sure how to respond.
"Then there isn't a need to worry, Mammon. It becomes a problem when you can't discern one from the other. Don't start to pretend they're her. Mc is unique and even if we wish it, they'll never be her, and that's alright." Lucifer placed a comforting hand on his younger brother's shoulder.
"Yer right." Mammon let out a deep breath.
"If you continue to have this feeling, try to finds ways to separate them mentally. I speak from experience." Lucifer rubbed small circles where his hand.
"Thanks. I love yer honesty, you know that? I can always count on you." Mammon stood up, brushing himself off. His words struck him right where it hurt. "I need something to eat. You coming?" He held out his hand to his brother.
"I'll be there in a moment." Lucifer feigned a smile, which seemed to make Mammon happy.
"Don't be long. I'm not getting any less hungry." Mammon left the room, looking much better than he had previously, but Lucifer felt the same. Oddly empty, and melancholy. He'd never had the courage to tell his brothers the truth about Lilith. He sat in Mammon's room, alone, thinking for a moment.
He could revisit that later. Mammon was expecting him. Lucifer packed away his thoughts in the box in his head that they belonged in. With that, he got up and made the move to head downstairs to join Mammon in whatever shenanigan he was preparing. He could at least look forward to time with his dearest brother.
#i was distracted (watching my fav streamer haha) while writing this so sorry if anything seems off#obey me#obey me!#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me mc#obey me shall we date#omswd#obey me! shall we date#obey me! shall we date?#oneshot#gn reader
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Guys my uni started again today with a new sem starting and I was made the class representative already.
God give me the iida tenya and yaomomo genes and spirit in me pls ððð
Edit. And honorific mention, SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS!! bro has THEE management skills despite being a pretty and hungry bitch!!
Like just when I decide to start writing, the universe has to do this ðð¥²ðð§ðªð¥¹ððððððð«ð¿ð¢ð¥ðâ¹ïžððšð°ð« ðŠð§ðµðµâð«... I'll still try my best tho
#mha#bnha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#bnha momo yaoyorozu#iida#tenya#iida tenya#tenya iida#ua#1-a#momo#yaoyorozu momo#yaomomo#momo yaoyorozu#mha iida#bnha iida#bnha tenya iida#mha tenya iida#mha iida tenya#bnha iida tenya#mha yaoyorozu#mha momo#bnha momo#bnha yaoyorozu#mha yaoyorozu momo#kuroshitsuji#black butler#sebastian michaelis#sebastian
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Need to get in my productive era wthhððððð ð¢ð¢â¹ïžð¢ð§ð§â¹ïžð§
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Love going from listening to my Jean playlist to listening to my Trant playlist cuz my Jean playlist is allððð¢â¹ïžâ¹ïžâ¹ïžððð§ð§and my Trant playlist comes in likeâ¥ïžâ¥ïžððð¥°ð¥°ð€ªððððððð
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DID YOU JUST SEND ME EVERY SINGLE EMOJI IN ORDER IM FUCKING CRYING OH MY GOD
i DID post mandarin wars anons fic!! well⊠the first chapter at least ð I REALLY HOPE THEYâRE ABLE TO SEE IT
and iâll get to yours at some point donât worry man, it just may not be a while i have school starting up soon (boooo)
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Sonic tilted his head in confusion. What was the kit even talking about? Of course they had to leave the place, Starline may even be worse than Robotnik!
He opted to keep the thoughts to himself, instead answering to Tails' question.
"Just got on a fight with.. someone." Sonic stood up, ruffling his brother's head. "No need to stress it. Are you alright?"
He woke up with no chains, and yet he felt restrained.
Surrounded by metal walls, Sonic wondered how he got here on the first place. No, it hadn't all been a bad dream. His abdomen pain continued to mock him, resisting any failed attempt to make it leave. And no, this was definitely not a Tails' prank, the little guy wouldn't dare cross the line of Sonic's freedom.
Tails.. Tails.. Damn it, Tails! He had to get out of here and rescue Tails. That's why he got here to begin with!
As reality struck like thunder to a tree, Sonic began spindashing all around the closed space. He went one, two, three.. to many times at the dull walls, but they simply wouldn't budge. His quills even ached in painâ This most definitely was a cell meant to keep him in place.
Sigh, what now?
#i'm sleepy#so my writing will be shit but idc#my sons here#:((#ð§ï¿œï¿œï¿œð§ð¢ð¢ð¢ð§ð§ð§ð§ð¥ºð¥ºð¥ºð¥ºð§ð§ð§â¹ïžâ¹ïžðð
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