#swd

[kpop-otome-yandere-here]

Lucifer, sighing: Just skip to the part that’s going to anger me.

Mc: That’s going to be all of it.

[agent-yolk-writes]

A Nightmare in Devildom (Obey Me/Nightmare on Elm Street concept fic)

Basically what it says on the tin. A "what if MC was a survivor of freddy kreuger's torment before the events of OM" concept fic.

This is was of those weird ideas I came with this during the early covid lockdown period where my insomnia got really bad to the point where I was borderline delirious. I meant to get this out during October for spooky season vibes but after three Octobers came and went and Obey Me isn't getting any more updates, I figure I throw it into the pit before that happens. No beta we die like obey me as a franchise, I guess!

If this inspires you to write something similar, please let me know! If you want me to write more...please reconsider!

And, of course, happy holidays!

AO3 Mirror Link

Good lord, I look terrible. You thought as you looked at yourself in the mirror. When was the last time I got some rest?

Other than looking more visibly tired, you look...older. It was the face of a nurse finally coming home after back-to-back double shifts. The bags under your eyes could only get so dark, but thankfully you knew a demon who had so much concealer and foundation lying around that he wouldn’t know if a few went missing. 

You knew you shouldn’t be continuing this habit, but you can’t help it. Despite living in a mansion with the most powerful demons in Literal Hell(!!) in the past few weeks your brain is still not convinced that you’re safe from Him . Would he still have the balls to terrorize you still? Does he even know where you are? Surely he’ll just know when you disappeared without a trace, but you can’t afford to find out for yourself. 

As much as you wanted to tell the brothers, you didn’t want to drag them into this mess. After all, this problem only started just weeks before you were brought here. It came without warning, and suddenly it turned into a bloodied hurricane. To think He was the one that killed your friends and classmates back in the human world…you regretted not being able to do more for them until you were in His sights.

This opportunity with the exchange program was either a saving grace or a divine intervention, and you’re not going to let that chance slip away from you. You have the whole year to work on magic and potions and anything else that could possibly drive Him away if not kill him for good, and you highly doubt he’s going to forget about you. Knowing how to do magic is one thing, but putting it to memory is another. This wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t so damn tired. You’re trying so hard to pay attention in class, but you just end up more focused on trying to keep your eyes open lest you allow Him to strike at your most vulnerable. 

However, there is one possible solution. The only problem is that you needed to form a pact with his other brothers before he could even consider helping you, that slothful bastard. Belphegor knows how tired you are and how you would do anything for a safe and peaceful rest. There was no point hiding it from him as you were with the others. Oh, how you envied the way he could sleep the day away in his little prison cell…you could just punch him if only you had the strength.

…

You really didn’t feel good about the multi-layered lie you found yourself webbed into to get the pacts in the first place. You recently got Beelzebub’s pact, putting you at the halfway mark. He looked so happy about your ‘plan’ to impress Lucifer enough to have him make up with Belphegor that it made your stomach churn in shame. Is it really okay for you to do this? Wouldn’t it be easier to tell the truth? Out of all the brothers, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for lying to Beel.

But what if Lucifer points his finger at Belphegor if you bring it up before you’re able to finish explaining? Would it destroy all the progress you made? Would you make things worse ? If they draw parallels that your deprivation is somehow related to the seventh-born’s sleep-related powers…only Lucifer would have an answer different from the other five. That’s why you have to keep up this facade for as long as you can. That’s why you need to stay awake. To find a way to protect yourself as well as the others. 

Your new friends at Purgatory Hall, bless their hearts, were none the wiser. Considering two of them were actual angels, you would’ve expected at least Luke to confront you with tears in his eyes about your health at least a month in. He makes a big talk about how you should never trust ‘those demons’ before having lunch with Beelzebub. Sometimes you think Solomon is giving you weird looks whenever you make eye contact with him. It’s probably the sleep-deprived paranoia, but you hope it’s nothing. You’ve been getting away with it for this long, so what? 

Tomorrow you have to stay over at Diavolo’s castle as part of an exchange party sleepaway camp or something. If you’re lucky, you can have a room for yourself. You don’t pack your go-to methods for staying awake until right before everyone heads out.

~

The steaming heat of the boiler room did not warm the chill in your bones one bit. 

You should know the inner workings of this hellscape by now. It was His favorite hunting ground, after all. However, something seems different this time. Everything felt…a bit shifted to the right, in a way. On top of that, there’s no sight or sound of Him anywhere. No taunting catchphrases, no spooky teleports he’s fond of doing, not even the shilling sound of his claw on metal when he’s close. This is probably his new trick, you think. Lulling you into a false sense of security before-

You turned around, involuntary flinching as you braced yourself to be hit. Only to process seconds later that nothing’s coming. In fact, there was no sign of life behind you in the first place. Damn it, he really was playing with you at this point. As soon as you let out a sigh of relief, you heard someone screaming from the other side of the room. You couldn’t tell who they were, but that’s not going to stop you. You ran towards the sound before you let the dread wash over you. 

“I’m coming!” You yelled at them. “Wake up! He can’t hurt you if you’re awake!” You were so focused on tilting your head up to project your voice to the other person that you didn’t realize you hit a dead end until you ran into a wall of pipes. “Oh, god damn it!” You cursed, pivoting on your foot to turn around and run even faster. 

What happened next happened too fast. You didn’t know where you were going. Everything is starting to blur together. A pipe managed to burst the same second you turned your head to follow the noise, immediately blinding your vision with steam and a “Shit!” jumping out of your mouth. The suddenness of it all made you lose your momentum and you feel yourself stumbling forward. You didn’t have time to brace yourself for the sharp object that’s going right through your- 

You wake with an audible gasp, hands going up to your throat. The sound of your racing heart and your uneven breathing replace the sounds of pipes and steam. You looked around in the darkness and could barely see two bodies sleeping in their respective beds. Ah, that’s right. This is the first night of Diavolo’s retreat, and you find yourself paired to a room with Asmodeus and Simeon. In an attempt to pretend you’re asleep ended up having you fall asleep for real. You couldn’t help but think how pathetic you were for letting your guard down for one second and falling into His hands again after so long all because you were waiting for someone to finish their 20-step overnight skin routine.

With a shuddered sigh, you carefully slipped out of your bed and into the hallway in hopes you could clear your thoughts without disturbing your roommates. 

Thanks to the occasional jittering of a Little D doing their nightly duties, the halls of a demon lord’s castle don’t feel as haunted as you would think. The lights were dimmed but not out completely, which gave way for the moon to shine in as its own source of light. Had you been carrying a candle in a brass holder you would’ve thought you stumbled into one of those old gothic novels. You didn’t have a real destination in mind, but you made sure you remembered which room you were assigned to just in case. 

At some point during the night, you ended up in one of the lounge rooms, curled up on a couch facing the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and looked up at all the stars. It has always been a comfort for you. You even began reading about them in an attempt to stay awake back in the human world. You thought you could recognize some of the constellations, but there are always a few stars here and there that turn it into an unrecognizable shape. At least you have new material to read about when you’re back in your room at the House of Lamentation. 

The soft calling of your name from the door broke your serene silence followed by a, “Is that you?”

A small gasp managed to escape your throat before you were able to put your hands over your mouth. You curled into yourself at first so whoever it was can’t see your head poking out from the back. After a few seconds, it finally clicked as to who it was.

Sheepishly, you stick your head out. “Hi, Barbatos.” You said, voice croaking in unexpected use. Even though it was dark and his figure obscured, you could make out that he was holding some kind of tray. “Am I not supposed to be here? I’m sorry. I’ll go back and…”

“It’s fine.” He assured you. “I heard someone walking around, so I’ve taken the liberty to brew some chamomile tea for them should they feel restless. Would you like some?”

“...”

Tea does sound nice, but the fact that it was chamomile made you hesitate. At the same time, Barbatos just made it, so it would be rude to let it go to waste.

“...That would be nice. Thank you.”

He made his way over to the other side of the couch. Part of you wanted to sit up and be proper when drinking, but even thinking about adjusting your posture makes you tired. Still, you make an effort to reach over to take the tea cup from the butler’s hands. Barbatos took this opportunity to start talking. 

“This is your first time spending the night at a castle, I presume?” You made an affirmative noise as you sipped, not wanting to point out that it’s not just any castle you’re sleeping at. “I reckon slipping in a new bed right as you got settled in would put anyone’s nerves on edge.”

You put your cup down as you replied, “I guess you can say that.” 

He looks at you quizzically. “Is something amiss? I’ll inform the Young Master right away.”

“It’s…It’s fine, Barbatos. Thanks for worrying.” You took another sip before letting out a sigh. “I’ve always had trouble sleeping, you can say. I get…these really bad nightmares that make me stay up for days on end. They were so terrifying and real…I kept wondering if I was losing my mind. I’ve tried every remedy in the book to stop them but…” You stopped to let a yawn out. “Sorry…As I was saying, I tried everything the doctors thought could help me. They even brought in a priest thinking it was ‘dream demons’ or something.” You paused, replaying the last thing you said. “Are dream demons even a thing here?”

“They are a form of lesser demons, yes.” The butler answered. “They’re relatively harmless as individual beings, but can pose a threat in large numbers or if they get close to a human.”

“Well, that’s reassuring.” You told him bitterly. 

“If it brings you any comfort, just know that they’re not powerful enough to be able to enter the human world on their own. Only certain powerful demons have the authority to travel to that realm directly. Such as the Young Master and Lucifer, for example.”

You couldn’t help but huff out air through your nose in relief. Suck on that, Pastor John. 

“...So yeah. Just before I was summoned here, they put me on a clinical trial for a medication that…reduces? Suppress? It, like, stops giving me dreams entirely, and they work. Forgot the name though. And I coincidentally ran out just before I was transferred here so…yeah.” Your eyes looked over to the butler. “Sorry I didn’t mention it earlier, I guess. I keep getting roped into whatever the brothers get themselves into that I never really had time to check on myself.”

Barbatos didn’t respond immediately. You were too busy concentrating on balancing the tea on your stomach to spare a glance over to your nighttime companion to see what kind of face he was making. Would he make one? Shouldn’t he have known of this malady when your file was being processed? Maybe, because of their biology, demons don’t worry about these kinds of conditions. You mulled around internally in a tired haze before realizing that your eyes were slowly creeping shut. With a soft sigh, you moved the plate to the nearest table and stood up slowly.

“Anyways, thanks for the tea. Compliments to the chef.” You couldn’t help but let out a big stretch followed by an even bigger yawn. “I’ll head back to bed now. No guarantee I’ll sleep though.” You let out a huff that was supposed to be your attempt at a dry laugh. “You should get some rest too. Big day ahead, y’know? See you in the morning.” And with that, you exited the room and into the dim hallway.

The small smile Barbatos had dropped as soon as your back was turned to him. It was no secret that your time as a transfer student was being hindered by your lack of sleep. Even your recent medical file was perplexing in figuring out the cause of this disorder. It’s not genetic nor was it caused by a major traumatic event. Perhaps it’s something else? You did mention dream demons, after all, albeit it was more of a speculative idea that was brought up by your doctors in order to get a man of the cloth involved. It definitely couldn’t be Belphegor’s meddling, he thinks. He wouldn’t know about the human’s arrival.

It looks like he’ll have to do some digging after this exchange party concludes. He might need to start gathering evidence now while the human is still here. Diavolo will need to get involved, there’s no doubt about that. He would do anything to ensure the health and safety of the exchange students, after all. 

~

When everyone converged for a tour around the castle, some had noted that you looked less sluggish than usual. You simply waved them off, making up an excuse about the mattress not being up to human standards. Hopefully, you didn’t offend the demon prince when you said that. 

Still, you can’t deny that you feel a little well-rested. You did remember trying a method where you close your eyes for 15 minutes, wake up for another 15, close your eyes again, rinse and repeat. You usually had an alarm for this technique, but you didn’t want to disturb Simeon or Asmodeus as much as you already did slipping in and out of bed. You didn’t think you were able to keep track, but you did somehow, give or take a few minutes. Now you can actually pay attention to that cute little demon acting as the tour guide, explaining the intricate history of all the subjects painted on these beautifully crafted portraits. You couldn’t help but smile seeing Diavolo puffing his chest in pride when the Little D started talking about his father, the current Demon King. 

(But when it was mentioned that he's been sleeping at the bottom of Devildom for millennia you couldn't help but feel jealous. The most powerful being of all the realms is casually sleeping the decades away while you don’t even get the privilege of an hour of uninterrupted rest.)

You looked at the other paintings decorating the hall. Some plaques are written in what you can only presume is some kind of archaic language that only demons would know. If you could understand at least a part of it, then maybe you can get a deeper understanding of these pictures. 

A gentle call of your name and a not-so-gentle clap on your back broke your weak concentration. You tore your eyes away to meet Diavolo’s gentle gaze. “I see that her beauty managed to draw you in?” 

You blinked, trying to process what he said. “I-I’m sorry, whose beauty? I was…too focused on figuring out what the plaque said.” You managed to blurt out, causing the prince to chuckle.

“Oh, that? It simply reads ‘The Queen of Devildom’. In other words, that’s my mother.” His gaze turned to the painting, but you stayed fixated on him. He continued by adding, “This painting and some vague memories are all I have of her. She passed away several centuries ago when I was still an infant. My father would always talk about how…” And he continued to drone on from there. It wasn’t his fault, and you were genuinely trying to cling on to every word he’s saying because it’s important to him and you wanted to leave a good impression. On the other hand, the bleariness in your eyes started to cloud your vision again as a result of your lack of sleep. So you avert your gaze back to the painting unintentionally so you can wipe it away, biting your tongue to restrain the yawn that comes with it. Part of you hopes that Diavolo thinks that you’re speechless and moved to tears.

That thought quickly vanished when you opened your eyes to the painting. 

There was a choking noise, and you almost didn’t realize it came from you. It felt like the world around you completely disappeared, and only you and Him were the only inhabitants. 

Devildom seemed to freeze over the moment you made direct eye contact with the painted eyes of your tormentor. His scarred face did nothing to hide that cocky smirk he loves to wear. He’s holding up his bloodied claw to you in a way that couldn’t be anything else but a taunting gesture, as if he knows what he’s doing to you. His other hand wrapped around the back of a bloodied woman. By the way, the painting is framed, you assumed she was supposed to be sitting. Unfortunately, you know that’s not the case here. Her head dipped back, obscuring her face from you. You assumed she was originally wearing either a white or a similar light-colored dress, but that didn’t matter as it was dyed by the blood seeping out of that four-lined wound in her chest that you knew all too well. Just the sight alone made you reach for your hip where an old wound dimly throbs at the clothed contact. 

You didn’t dare move your gaze. You needed to keep an eye on him. 

“Hey…!”

You knew it. This opportunity to fly off his radar and find a way to kill him for good while he’s not looking was too good to be true.

“...!”

How did he even get here? Did he follow you down when you got summoned? What will he-

“...!!”

Time seemed to resume the second someone grabbed onto your shoulders and turned you around. You wanted-no, needed to keep an eye on him. Sadly, you don’t have eyes on the back of your head. Instead, you were forced to look at Diavolo's worried eyes. You didn’t even let him get a word in before you began panicking. 

“What have you done?!” You yelled. You pointed to the painting behind you. “Can’t you see I’m trying to protect you!”

“Protect us from…who?”

“Him!” You pointed to the portrait.

Only the painted eyes of a woman stare back at you.

It was too late for you now. The moment you allow yourself even to think you’re away from his control, you end right back into his hands. 

Nowhere is safe, not even in hell.

A maniacal laugh fills your ears as everyone crowds around your panicked state.

[rainydayrina]

[eye-cri]

Happy Joeover day!!!!

You should check this out to celebrate 💯

[piosplayhouse]

Parameters: all have equal levels of motivation to pursue the role as pertains to their own character traits (lan wangji and jiang cheng want to make the school better for sizhui/jin ling, shen jiu and jin guangyao want revenge after the old pta president spilled red lipstick in their louis vuitton bags, luo binghe is trying to seduce his old teacher shen yuan, etc.) Modern no powers universe unless you think it would be funnier if like wwx could still do necromancy even tho he's just a suburban mom or something.

May the best bitch win

[nootcatt]

“Mortal love,” I told him, “is like a bowl of water—its fate is in your hands. You may store it, drink it, or spill it; no one but you determines its course..."

Creating art for my own unpublished fic because I have Shui Shi Da Ren brainrot I'm not actually an artist, I'm an author pls be nice to me

Do not repost :)

[yea-baiyi]

i’m so fucking mad i just realised that the final confrontation between he xuan, shi wudu, and shi qingxuan is perfectly framed like a traditional greek tragedy—it has the three actors, the character between two extremes, the recognition, the reversal, the pity and fear, the catharsis. you can pretty much take the scenes—starting and ending with xie lian performing the soul shifting spell—and directly stage them as a play and they could conform to the Tragic structure. what the fuck man what do i do with this information.

[tatsumessy]

Asmo: MC have my babies

MC: No

Asmo: pleaseeee they would be so cute, ya know cause I’m cute and your cute so we could have cute babies

MC: No…

Beel: What about mine?

MC: Anything for you Beel.

*All the brothers looking at MC like their crazy.*

A/N: This just popped up in my head…and I thought it was funny

[spardarose84]

The screenshot speaks for itself.

[favficbirthdays]

Happy Birthday

Lucifer (6th June)

Obey Me!

[wisteriavillosarehder]

fem!Shi Wudu

（是不是都无所谓的）女相

[ceragondubs]

‼️WIZARDESS HEART CASTING CALL‼️

We are looking for multiple actors for each character in order to (hopefully) finish the dub sooner if we are lucky enough to not have to cancel it. Instructions and info for auditioning will be in the description of this video!

[mochann]

What secrets are you hiding mister? 🤨

[rainydayrina]

I think I like shuangxuan more knowing they went through the BWA together. HX deserves revenge but SQX didn't deserve to be collateral damage. And HX basically killed him by turning him mortal. Maybe not immediately, it may take 60 years, but SQX will die.....UNLESS, yours truly adds a headcanon. Disclaimer: ignoring anything mxtx said about the ending _____________________

Imagine this: during the Puqi shrine party, HX raids the food then leaves BUT he's caught but a stunned little SQX.... "please, just answer me this.... was it all a lie? Was anything we shared real to you?" "Everything! Was real to me." HX replies. "He deserved to die but you.... you...." he clearly want to say something but it's caught on his tongue. But he would just slink away into the darkness.

But SQX would wake up to food every morning, even if it was something small. He would start to stay up all night in hopes of catching HX again. Clearly still devastated by the lost of his brother and slightly terrified of his friend's true identity, but all those little moments together kept him holding on for dear life to their memories together.He would leave little notes saying he missed HX dispite it all.And after a long time, there would be an awkward rekindling.

HX would use a healing potion on SQX to cure his wounds. And there is NO WAY that a canon mpreg pill exist but not a life elongater pill and HX would get his hands on one no matter how much debt it put him in, besides, SQX is worth it, the only flaw in his plan, is that he got attached to someone who didn't deserve to die.

I think he'd take care of SQX, romantically/ platoniclly, however you see them. I think HX would have a small home built on the island that is closest to his territory, SQX can't go back to the place that scarred him most but still wants to be near his person. I think HX would slowly just move in, subtly at first until he just lives there too.

I think they regret together. SQX still sometimes wakes up with nightmares that HX cannot help him with. And HX watches from a distant and waits for it to pass.

Two shrines in honor of their loved one, albeit on entirely opposite sides of the home. One for HX family and one for SWD. They accept each other's loss.

The BWA brought out the worst in all of them but the love and kinship before that was (canonically) real. And while healing is a long process, everyday is getting better.

[satsuma-saturn]

hii i hope you feel better <3 maybe a cute fluffy fic/scenario of simeon and mc baking together and like mc gets frosting on their face AHDHDH i would love to see your take on it !!

A/N: I intended for this one to be the same length as the Lucifer one, but once I started writing, I couldn’t stop. Also, I’ve never written for Simeon before, so I hope he isn’t terribly ooc. In case anyone is curious, I never proofread my fics b/c idc, I literally just do this for fun. Anyways, enjoy!

Taste of You - Simeon x Reader

It was a not-really-a-date that was most definitely a date. Simeon invited you over to Purgatory Hall to bake some treats. No reason in particular, he’d said. Luke, the resident baker of Purgatory Hall begged and pleaded to bake with the two of you, but Simeon held his ground and gently let him down. The young angel went over to the Demon Lord’s castle instead, to bake with Barbatos. You would have to give some treats to the demon butler as a thank you for taking Luke for the afternoon, allowing you to have some alone time with Simeon.

At the moment, you were knocking on the front door of Purgatory Hall. After a few seconds of no response, you reached up to knock again, but right as you raised your fist, the door swung open. Your raised fist was now aimed at Solomon’s face. Tempting, but no.

“MC! What brings you to our humble abode?” The sorcerer inquired, tilting his head.

“Ahh, I’m here to see Simeon. He invited me over for some baking,” you replied, a little sheepish. You’d expected Simeon to answer the door, so you were caught off-guard when Solomon appeared.

Nodding, Solomon took a step back, gesturing for you to enter the dorm. “He mentioned that. I think he’s waiting for you in the kitchen. I’ll be in my room if either of you happen to need anything,” he said. With a small smile, you entered at his behest, hearing the door shut behind you. “Oh, I did some baking myself recently. Only Raphael has eaten anything, but the cookies are quite good. I highly recommend.”

Gulp. “Well, since Simeon and I will be baking, we will probably be eating our own treats. Too many sweets would make me sick, but thank you so much for the offer, Solomon! If you happen to stop by the House of Lamentation, I’m sure Beel would enjoy whatever you’ve cooked up!” You were practically sweating, trying not to be rude, but also trying not to die.

Again, the sorcerer nodded. “Ahh, right! Too many sweets would be detrimental to your health. I will take you up on that other offer, though. I’ll have some cookies packed up for you to bring to Beel. Not all of them, though, since I still want to eat some and so does Raphael.” He clasped his hands together. “Anyway, Simeon is waiting in the kitchen.”

You smiled, genuinely that time. “Thank you. Feel free to have some treats when we’re done.” With that, you left Solomon in the foyer.

Peeking your head into the kitchen, you spied Simeon hunched over a cooking book. “Simeon!” The angel raised his head at the sound of your voice, a pleasant smile spreading across his face at the sight of you.

“Ahh, MC! I was wondering when you would arrive! Come in, I was just looking for a recipe for us to try out!” He patted the space next to him and you eagerly joined him.

Once you were seated, Simeon spoke again. “I was looking at this strawberry cake recipe. Here.” He pointed at the opened page, an elegant cake pictured alongside the recipe.

“Let’s do it!” You grabbed an apron off a nearby hook and tied it on top of your clothing. Simeon was already wearing one.

Soon, the ingredients were out on the counter and Simeon read out the instructions to you while you mixed. Dry ingredients were first, then wet. Soon, you had a smooth batter, ready for the oven, which was preheated. Simeon already grabbed a pan for the cake batter and greased it, so you picked up the bowl, prepared to pour the mix in, but paused for a moment. The cake pan was heart shaped! A soft warmth spread across your face as you grinned at the revelation.

“Is something wrong, MC?” The angel inquired, his face written with slight concern.

“No, I just got distracted by the cake tin,” you replied, turning your head to look at him. Simeon smiled but didn’t say anything else. You turned back to the pan and poured in the batter, tapping the pan against the counter to flatten the mix. With that done, you picked up the cake pan and placed it in the oven, setting a timer to help keep track of how long it needed to bake.

Once the cake was completed, it was placed in the fridge to cool off. It was time to work on the frosting. Again, it was left to you to mix the ingredients while Simeon read them off. While you were mixing, you lost control of the handmixer, sending frosting flying everywhere, including all over yourself! A hand settled on top of yours, clicking the mixer off.

“Are you okay, MC?” Simeon asked, handing you a hand towel. You nodded, taking the towel gratefully, starting to wipe off your hair and face. Before you could finish, though, the angel swiped this thumb across your cheek, coating the digit in frosting. He brought it to his mouth, taking a taste of the frosting. Smiling, he said, “It’s sweet. Want a taste?”

Eagerly, you nodded. “Yes, I do,” you replied. With the remaining frosting on his thumb, he wiped it across his lips. He then took your hand in his, cupping your chin with his free hand. Softly, he pressed his lips against yours. It was euphoric, the feeling of Simeon’s lips on yours, paired with the unmistakeable sweet taste of frosting.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” The shriek startled you as you yanked yourself from Simeon. Standing in the doorway of the kitchen was Luke, who was beet red from the scene he just laid his eyes on.

“Taste testing frosting,” Simeon replied. There was a light blush across his cheeks as he spoke, but he kept his cool. His hand still held yours, though you were turned away, blushing and hiding your face from the embarrassment of being caught. “How was baking with Barbatos, Luke?”

“You said you were baking, not eating each other’s faces,” Luke accused, ignoring his guardian’s question. The angel beside you sighed softly.

“Luke, sometimes two people like each other a lot and they express that by kissing,” he replied, squeezing your hand in a reassuring manner. “Since you’re here now, would you like to help us decorate the cake? It’s cooling off in the fridge now.”

By then, you calmed down and turned to the young angel, who was gleefully nodding. His anger apparently suddenly forgotten. “Yes, I do want to help!” You smiled and waved him over.

“We have to make a new batch of frosting, this one got all messed up. In the meantime, I am going to start cleaning the kitchen, since it’s a mess,” you said.

Luke rapidly shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, MC! I’ll clean the kitchen!” He exclaimed, helpfully. The boy just seemed excited to be spending time with two of his favorite people. Though he’d interrupted you two, you were also happy, having been able to spend quality time with Simeon.

All in all, it was a good day.

Bonus:

After returning to the House of Lamentation, you brought along half of the cake, along with a large bag of cookies. Offering up the cake and cookies, the brothers dug in. After eating the cookies, all of them immediately died. The end.

Okay, they didn’t actually die. However, it was immediately obvious who made the cookies and they did get food poisoning.

[belphegorspillow]

Dateables with GN!MC who is scared of commitment.

MC is afraid to commit into a relationship [I have a fear of commitment so i wanted to make a scenario of it] TW: mentions of cheating from past partner[s], mentions of violence

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Diavolo ~ When he asked you out, he didn’t expect you to start breaking down. ~ When you explain that you had been cheated on before by your ex and were too scared to date again ~ He understands and is willing to wait until you are ready to try again ~ He will try and find out who did it to you, lets say he has a new prisoner now.

Barbatos ~ He is a bit heartbroken when you rejected him, though he noticed you were shaking a bit. ~ When you explain that you are afraid of commitment because of your exes. ~ He is very understanding and like Diavolo, is willing to wait until you are ready for a relationship ~ He will find your ex, and lets just say he had a chat with them.

Simeon ~ He worries when you started to break down after his confession to you. He will hold you close and ask what’s wrong ~ When you explain how all your partners in the past had been breaking your heart by cheating ~ He was clearly angered by this, but he was more focused on comforting you. ~ He tells you how he can wait for when you are ready, or stay friends. ~ He will mention about your ex in passing with Michael and Diavolo, making sure the ex will go to the place they deserve to be in.

Solomon ~ He panicked a bit at seeing you break down at his confession. ~ He is very understanding to why you aren’t willing to be in a relationship, because of your exes. ~ He is willing to wait for you to say when you want to date again, he is fine with just being friends for now. ~ He will curse your ex until they die. ~~~~~~~~~~

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