(all) obey me characters with gn!mc who gets immersed in doing something that they forgot to eat their meal
Lucifer
"...good grief”
will constantly remind you to eat your meals. have you forgotten that you’re human?
gives you a stern lecture about the bad effects of skipping meals. i hope you learned your lesson now
if you still forget, he might just have to use his last resort..
that’s right, he’ll prepare you your meal himself. no you cannot reject it. he needs to witness you eating it with his own two eyes
Mammon
"what do you mean you forgot?”
a bit clueless but then he remembered that constantly skipping meals are bad for humans
what if you passed out from hunger??!
gives you cup noodles. well, it’s better than nothing!
you’re not allowed to complain. that’s all he's got right now. promises to treat you something better next time
Levi
"Well I haven’t eaten anything since morning.”
he knows the feeling. he’d also get immersed in gaming that he constantly loose track of the time
even though there’s snacks lying around his room..
maybe you can both share these rainbow pizza together?
cheers to the team ‘woops i forgot to eat again’
Satan
“Eating proper meals are vital for a human to survive.”
invites you to a cafe. you need to wind down for a bit and eat something
better late than eat nothing at all
suggests you to try the pomodoro method
makes you something to drink as well. it’s not much but aside from eating, you also need to stay hydrated
Asmo
"WHAT?! Oh no, hon. We’re going to hell’s kitchen RIGHT NOW!”
seriously? how could you forget? you’re not on a diet, are you?
nuh-uh. you’re not going to skip your meal. not on his watch
oh you often lose track of the time? how about he spoon feeds you instead? <3
skipping meals is bad for your skin, darling. make sure you don’t forget now, okay?
Beel
“Are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?”
boy will make it his sworn duty to always remind you to eat
worries about you. he can’t even imagine what would it feel like to skip meals
will pick you up in your room every dinner time
he knows what you’re doing right now is important, but eating to replenish your strength is also important, y’know?
Belphie
“..is that so?”
will order something if you like. cooking is too bothersome
lets you do your own thing
but if you’re still constantly forgetting it, he’s gonna pull his youngest brother card on you
tries to catch your attention/clings on you like a koala. will not let you go until you come down to the dining hall with him
Diavolo
“Aren’t humans supposed to eat at least three times a day?”
ohhh so humans tend to forget something important like this, i see i see
Will ask barbatos to prepare you something. eat up!
proposes to do your works together. in that way, missing your meals would be impossible
reviews what the stuff you’re working on is all about (despite his tight schedule). maybe he can do something to lessen your workload
Barbatos
"Oh dear, that’s no good. You should take care of yourself more often.”
will cook for you, that’s a given
the food he made is nutritionally balanced; calculated to perfection to make up with the energy you lost
pairs it with tea. it will help you relax
keeps a mental note to himself about this habit of yours
Luke
"You should at least eat something, you know?!”
scolds you for not taking care of yourself
will deliver you cookies to snack on after you ate your meal
‘Solomon said that eating sugar gives you energy... so i prepared this for you!’
will also leave some cute motivational notes together with the sweets
Simeon
"You forgot...? I see. I’ll bring you something so stay put, okay?”
makes you his signature BLT sandwich
sandwiches are great snack when working on something that requires a lot of focus
he’s made sure to add extra servings of your favorite sides
leaves it on your table and will check on you from time to time
Solomon
"Stay right there. I’ll whip something up for you real quick.” “Solomon, you really don’t have to...” “No, I insist. I promise you’re gonna like this.”
it’s a great opportunity for him to try this new and improved recipe of his
sorry it’s too late to stop him now. you’ll just have to prepare for the worst..
got too enthusiastic in cooking that he already blew the kitchen up three times
just.. ignore those explosions and focus on what you’re doing
Thirteen
"I have some leftovers here. Not sure if you’ll like it, but it’s still better than whatever that damned sorcerer has to offer”
your name’s not on the list so she’s not that worried that you’ll die from hunger
but you’re still human. aren’t you supposed to eat something at least?
there’s a shop that just opened recently. wanna go check it out? yea just forget whatever you were doing earlier. let’s have fun instead!
her treat since she’s the one who invited you to go with her
Raphael
"We have plenty of leftovers from last night. Solomon made it so I’m sure it tastes amazing.”
no? well, how about an apple?
will keep an eye on you from a distance
you were too focused that you didn’t even notice someone leaving snacks on your desk (or maybe it’s just because he’s too stealthy)
sometimes it’s a cupcake, oftentimes it’s an unidentified matter
Mephisto
“Are humans really this careless? Just what will Lord Diavolo say I let a human like you collapse from hunger?
mc think of what will happen to diavolo’s reputation if a human got sick because they’re not eating well
you’re not doing this on purpose, are you? ..no? are humans really like this?
brace yourself because you’re about to get the fanciest, most expensive-looking full-course meal you’ll ever get
prepared by his personal chef ofc. consider yourself lucky
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imagine you were born hungry. imagine you were born with a hole in your gut that can never be filled, that is always writhing.
you are a mirror. you were born a mirror, surrounded by mirrors. the first thing you ever know is that you are not human. the second thing is that you are not him. you are a reflection, with his face and his voice and the people who loved him. you can mimic him, pretend so well that you are not anything else, but you cannot escape the aching hunger in your stomach, in your mouth.
he cared for the other one, the you-but-not-you. you hear that you died in his arms once. you don't know how to feel about that; you don't know him, don't care (because you're not him even though you want).
nevertheless, you are drawn to him. maybe it's the way he looks at you, guilty and frustrated and awe-struck all at once, a complicated mixture of feelings that has you shying away and inching closer, bit by bit. you decide you like the way he looks when he's happy, though you'd never say it to his face.
that's probably why you don't say anything, when the world twists, soft graphite and watercolors. because you like seeing him happy.
this world is good enough. it doesn't matter if it isn't real, it can be good enough. you can be alive. he can love you like he loved him be happier here, without the pressure, without the fear. isn't that good? why can't it be good enough for him?
you know you don't matter to him, not like the real you. you know that when he looks at your face, all he sees is the other one. he doesn't understand. it's not fair. it's not fair. you want something for yourself for once.
he says he'd die, if that's what you wanted. standing on the precipice. his heels slip over the edge, hanging in space. you want. you do not want. you want, but not like this. you imagine his body below the city lights, arranged like he's sleeping, a halo of red seeping into his hair. you wonder what forever looks like with him, what it might look like without him. he would die for you. you have never been so afraid of that.
he pulls you over the edge, hands entangled.
you are the only one who can stop this. you are the only one who can save him.
(part of you doesn't want to. part of you is selfish, and aching, and hungry.)
(what would he have done?)
you catch him. save his life. it feels like the worst thing in the world. you hate yourself, just a little bit, for not wanting it. the hunger coils in your stomach.
you leave for a while (because of the severance). you don't want to talk about it. the far shore has waves that beat endlessly against the sand, and you fell apart and shivered back together- and you don't want to talk about it.
you tell him to take you somewhere. anywhere. somewhere nice.
(a nice place to die, you think. you're too much of a coward, too much of a monster, to say it.)
it's beautiful, and he's smiling, and there's a gaping emptiness in your gut. you feel yourself shaking apart, skin to bones.
you tell him you are hungry, the words ripped from your throat like the awful truth they are. and he just looks at you, the way he always does.
and then he kills for you. not human, not yet (you wonder if he would), but it still screams as it dies.
he holds the heart in his hands. you are hungry. from here, it just looks like meat. it drips, plip-plop-plip, black blood splatting on tile. you are hungry. he offers it to you.
(despite everything, you sort of want to be human. despite everything, you sort of want to be dead.)
you close your teeth around his fingers instead. like a feral dog. like somebody who is not (has never been) human. his blood is red, and you are terribly, painfully hungry.
you tell him you are a lost cause, a monster with a pretty face and nothing behind it. that he should give up, should leave you alone, should let you die (should kill you himself, really).
he cries, salty and miserable, shoulders shaking. he cries. for you. because of you. all you can do is stare.
the heart drips on the floor between you. you are hungry.
(he does not look like an angel, or an icarus, or a savior. he looks like a fourteen year old boy in love with a monster.)
you have always been selfish.
you have always been hungry.
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