#omnb

You didn't realize you had company until your morning alarm went off. A mysterious weight by your side made it harder to reach over and silence the alarm. The culprit's white hair blended in with the clean white sheets. The chances of anyone else being in Cocytus Hall, let alone in your bed at dawn, were slim. Still, you took a peek under the covers to make sure.

Solomon had been holed up somewhere experimenting for three days. Though he constantly nagged you to take regular breaks, he didn't listen to his own advice and ran himself ragged. The sorcerer didn't appear to mind the cool air from outside the sheets and barely even stirred. He looked so innocent without his usual coy smile. There were dark bags under his eyes and the rest of his face was paler than usual.

You wondered if he purposefully climbed into bed with you because it saved him a handful of steps, or if he genuinely mistook your room for his and simply crashed out from exhaustion. Solomon was still in his daily attire. His robes dangled over the side of the bed like an extra blanket. His clothes had an earthy, smokey smell to them, like he had been burning herbs, and his feet dangled over the bottom edge of the bed. You couldn't tell if he properly took his shoes off or if they just fell off at some point in the night.

With the pillow already occupied, he rested his head against your side. His breaths were deep, your master was finally catching up on the sleep he desperately needed. Rolled up bits of notebook paper jutted out from his pocket. His shirt was untucked and rode up a little, revealing the top of his hip.

It was still early. It would be mean to wake him. A cursory glance at your DDD's home screen showed that you didn't have any new messages, meaning nobody needed you to fix a problem ASAP.

Yey!! I'm answering requests again let's go!!

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Married life with them, how does it go?

Versions: Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon

Warnings: Grammar errors, spelling errors, no proofreading, readers gender is not specified

Links: Masterlist, Rules

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LUCIFER

People know you as 'THE SPOUSE' because whenever he's about to blow up, you will be there to stop him

Your relationship is the type where Lucifer will put you to sleep first then secretly wake up to do his work

Then he will be hit by a flying slipper

Then he'll look to his side and saw you sitting up on the bed

Brows twitching out of annoyance and eyebags under your eyes

You HAVE to be fierce at times

Lucifer is known to be under Diavolo's control most of the time, he works for him.

So, there are quiet a few restrictions on his actions.

He could be fucking popping a nerve and will still not be able to fight back because he has to keep up Diavolo's reputation good.

So you do it for him.

One time, someone gave a rude comment to Lucifer

Imagine being rude to Lucifer bruh

And that person was in a quiet important position

So of course, he has to laugh it of like "Ha.Ha.Ha.Ha."

And que MC suddenly clearing her throat giving the most fake laugh while wide eyed staring at the man like "HA HA HA HA HA" with the most fake smile

Yeah

He's the type to ignore murder but draw the line at disrespecting his spouse

And you're the type to look at him while eating and think "Look at my man, ain't no way he's a murderer."

He is.

If Lucifer will SOMEHOW be charged of murder, which he really committed, MC would hold up a large sign outsid the prison, if it hasn't burned yet, with the words "FREE MY MAN"

To be honest, his whole thoughts on you just revolves around "Baby, you're freaky and strange. It's freaking me out." but continues watching and supporting you anyways.

You're just messing with him

Like, let the man have a break

You're the type of spouse to make a jerking hips movement while he's lecturing you tbh

Happy bunny day! Who do you want to give the carrot to?

mammon's voice breaks over the bubble that's grown around you and your phone. you've spent half the day scrolling mindlessly through devilgram while he paces around your bedroom. when you tried to ask what he was procrastinating, he huffed and groaned and refused to tell you- so probably devildom law or something like that. mammon always whined whenever the class required more writing than practice.

"hit me." you answer, turning off your phone and sitting up in bed. he's in the same place you last saw him, hovering in front of your bed. if he's not pacing, then he's picking you up and running around the house of lamentation with you, ignoring the way you tell him to put you down. and if not that, then he's talking incessantly about his latest scheme.

all in all, normal for him.

"why do ya keep choosing me?"

?!

your eyebrows furrow, and your lips pout a bit. "what? what do you mean?" you ask, crossing your arms. does he like... not want you to? wasn't the whole point of dating someone choosing them? (well, "dating" might still be too strong of a word. admittedly neither of you had verbally confirmed it, he never introduced you as "his partner", and you hadn't really called him your "boyfriend" yet. but whatever you *were* was definitely more than just friends.)

"i had a dream." he hesitates, but ultimately sits at the edge of the bed, unable to keep still. "that- ya know, we were together. like... married and all that. and... it made my chest hurt, 'cause in the dream, ya always had the choice of someone else, and ya never took it. and it just made me think- y'know, ya keep choosing me. i know i'm nothing, 'specially compared to lucifer or satan. they're smart and lucifer's reliable and perfect. i'm nothing like that. so... i just keep thinking, why me?"

your throat tightens, and the only action you can take that feels right is to wrap your hands around him, pressing your cheek against his back. he's warm, you know he's heating up even through the fabric of his shirt. "mams." your voice is muffled from the position, so you move to sit on your knees, and mammon can feel your breath on the back of his ear. "do i really need to answer this? i love you for you. i love satan and lucifer too, but you're *my* mammon. you're the sun to my moon. you're everything. can't i love you for that alone?"

"well, yeah- but-"

"don't interrupt during the program, please!" his little chuckle makes you smile instinctively. "you love me for me, right? for or despite all of my flaws, my inability to stay out of harms way, and to always get in business that doesn't involve me. and you like me for that, right? i like you too, okay? you're silly, and not the smartest, sure, but you're my mammon. you're kind and accepting, even when you shouldn't be. so... i appreciate that. even dream me loves you as much as possible."

"jeez, you're being too sweet now!" he huffs, though you don't miss the way he turns to give you a kiss. "ya know... i really needed to hear that. but that's all, got it? no more, i can't handle it."

And the "Satan Sheep Upside down" bit still lives on