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Heyyy, how are you? Hope youre okay!!I just wanted you to know that your toby headcannons are AMAZING! Your writing is so good and i love the way that you separate the headcannon into "parts", like, physical, personality i think that was amazing cause it makes the character so deep and real yk!! Youre doing a amazing job 💐//sorry English is not my frist language idk how to really express myself rigth lol
Thank you! It was my first time writing for Creepypasta in general. I appreciate all the love.
Hi everyone! Thank you for all your patience with me and my lack of posting. Bigger requests with all brothers may take a lot of time but small questions about one character can help me post more frequently. Anyways…I’m back from my break!
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Hiiii, I got a request!! What kind of yandere tendencies would the brothers have in a relationship with mc. Maybe like how possessive they are or maybe really overprotective in a yandere way. Thank you !!💗
Obey me brothers yandere tendencies!
Lucifer:
Possessive in a quiet, suffocating way.
Doesn’t need to say “you’re mine” but it’s implied in everything he does.
Controls your environment subtly:
Who you spend time with
Where you go
“For your safety,” of course.
If someone flirts with you?
They won’t do it again.
He doesn’t isolate you outright… but somehow, you always end up choosing him.
His love feels like a cage made of velvet.
Mammon:
Loud, obvious possessiveness.
“They’re mine, got it?!”
Constantly glued to your side.
Hates when others get too close to you.
Jealous easily, but doesn’t hide it.
Will cling harder the more insecure he feels.
Not controlling but very emotionally dependent.
If you give attention to someone else?
He sulks hard.
His version of yandere = you’re my person, don’t forget it.
Leviathan:
Obsessive in a “you’re my only safe person” way.
You become his entire world.
Keeps track of everything you like.
Gets jealous of anyone who takes your attention.
Might stalk your social media/messages (quietly).
Struggles with insecurity:
“Why would you pick me over anyone else?”
If he spirals, it can get intense emotionally.
Clingy but also scared of losing you constantly.
Satan:
Controlled, calculated obsession.
Knows exactly how to keep you close.
Doesn’t act impulsively
Everything is intentional.
If someone threatens your relationship?
He handles it…quietly.
Possessiveness shows in subtle ways:
Always by your side
Always aware of where you are
His anger is the dangerous part.
“You belong with me. That’s simply how things are.”
Asmodeus:
Possessive, but in a softer, emotional way.
“Why would you need anyone else when you have me?”
Wants to be your favorite everything.
Gets jealous but turns it into affection.
Clingy, touchy, always close.
Doesn’t like sharing your attention.
Will absolutely outshine others to keep your focus on him.
His yandere side is devotion mixed with insecurity.
Beelzebub:
Overprotective above all else.
You are his safe person.
If anyone hurts or threatens you?
Immediate, serious response.
Doesn’t like you being alone in dangerous situations.
Stays close, always.
Not manipulative just very intensely protective.
“You’re important to me. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
His yandere side is riddled with trauma (looking at you Lilith)
Belphegor:
THE CANON YANDERE.
The most deceptively dangerous.
Soft, sleepy, clingy…
But VERY possessive underneath.
Likes keeping you close physically and emotionally.
Hi!! Can I reqest headcanons with brothers + dateables and autistic MC? I would love to see more representation!!
Thanks in advance!! ❤️
I'm Sorry Anon! I don't think I could write this without me dipping into surface level of what autism is. I also apologise for making you wait so long for my response but I don't think I can correctly show autism without leaning into certain areas of the spectrum (and it may be biased). Even though I am autistic myself I think I need to do more research into autism as a whole before writing. Thank you for requesting however!
Could you write headcanons of the demon brothers (and side characters too if you don't mind) with a sleepy mc? Like they take about four naps a day, sleep for nearly 18 hours in total in one day, and just in general fall asleep incredibly easily?
Obey me brothers with a Sleepy MC!
Lucifer:
At first, thinks you’re being irresponsible.
Then finds you asleep in his study.
On important documents.
…face down.
Sighs, but carefully lifts your head and moves the papers.
Eventually just accepts it.
Keeps a blanket in his office just for you.
If you fall asleep during meetings?
He pretends not to notice.
No one else is allowed to comment.
Carries you to your room when needed, quietly.
Mammon:
“HOW DO YA SLEEP THIS MUCH??”
Constantly baffled.
But also?? Thinks it’s adorable.
You fall asleep mid-conversation?
He panics for half a second.
Then just… lets you lean on him.
Gets very protective.
“Shh, don’t wake ‘em!”
Will absolutely let you nap on him while he complains the entire time.
Does not move. Not even a little.
Leviathan:
You fall asleep while he’s talking about a game.
He freezes.
“…Did I bore them???”
But then you mumble his name in your sleep.
He melts.
Lets you nap beside him while he games.
Low volume. Extra careful.
Takes pictures (respectfully!!) because you look cute.
Sends them later with: “You passed out again.”
Satan:
Finds it fascinating.
You can fall asleep while reading?
Impressive.
Starts testing it.
“How long before they—”
You’re asleep in 30 seconds.
He chuckles.
Gently marks your page and adjusts your position.
Sometimes reads aloud softly so you drift off easier.
Thinks your sleepy mumbling is adorable
Asmodeus:
Obsessed.
“You’re like a sleepy little doll!”
Loves when you curl up next to him and doze off.
Will absolutely play with your hair while you sleep.
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Hello!! I'd like to request the brothers x an mc who gets jealous easily but instead of confrontation they just get distant because they feel like they aren't enough
Thank you!!
Obey me brothers with a jealous Mc!
Lucifer:
Notices the behavioral shift immediately.
You’re more formal. More distant. Less… you.
At first, he assumes you’re upset with him.
When you keep saying “I’m fine,” his patience wears thin.
“You are not.”
Eventually corners you.
When it comes out, halting, embarrassed that you felt jealous…
He’s stunned.
“You believed you were… lesser?”
That offends him, but not at you at the idea.
He lifts your chin, makes you look at him.
“There is no comparison.”
Becomes more openly reassuring after that.
Not soft in words but consistent in actions.
Mammon:
Thinks you’re mad at him at first.
Gets clingier when you pull away.
“Oi-why’re ya avoidin’ me??”
You brush him off.
That hurts him more than anything.
When he finally finds out it’s jealousy?
He’s shocked.
“Jealous?? Of WHO??”
When you mumble that you feel like you’re not enough…
He gets genuinely upset.
“Don’t say that crap!”
Pulls you into a tight hug.
“You’re more than enough, idiot. You’re mine.”
Reassures you constantly after that.
Leviathan:
Assumes you’re bored of him.
Spirals immediately.
“Yeah, of course they’d leave eventually…”
Avoids you to protect himself.
So now you’re both distant.
It’s a mess.
When it finally comes out that you were jealous?
He freezes.
“…You were jealous of them??”
Cannot comprehend it.
Then gets flustered.
“That’s-no-YOU’RE the one out of my league!”
You both end up awkwardly reassuring each other.
It’s messy, but sincere.
Satan:
Notices the pattern.
You withdraw specifically after certain interactions.
He pieces it together.
“You’re jealous,” he states calmly.
You immediately deny it.
He doesn’t push harshly.
Just waits.
When you finally admit it, voice small…
He softens instantly.
“You thought you weren’t enough for me?”
That genuinely hurts him.
He reassures you intellectually and emotionally.
Explains exactly why he chose you.
Keeps proving it through consistent attention.
Asmodeus:
Notices the lack of attention immediately.
“Darling, why aren’t you looking at me like that anymore?”
He misses your affection.
When you start avoiding him, it stings.
Once he realizes it’s jealousy?
His entire demeanor softens.
“Oh… sweetheart.”
He pulls you close.
“You never have to compete for me.”
Becomes very intentional about making you feel chosen.
Extra compliments. Extra affection.
Very reassuring physically and verbally.
Beelzebub:
Notices when you stop sitting next to him.
When you stop sharing food.
That’s when he knows something is wrong.
Asks gently:
“Did I do something?”
When you say no but still pull away, he gets worried.
frankenstein 2025 pleaseeeee wit jacob elordi creature plsssssss
The Rain.
Characters: The Creature (Or Frankenstein's Creature) 2025 x GN Reader!
Word Count: 931
Rating: Fluff
A/N: Hi there! I know this is not my usual content but I'm trying to branch out into other fandoms right now! This does not mean I will stop writing for Obey Me but it is not my SOLE priority at the moment. Anyways, enjoy!
The wind rattled the windows of your small country home, carrying the scent of wet earth and distant thunder. You had been reading by candlelight, the flickering flame casting long shadows across the room. Everything was quiet…too quiet.
A sudden knock at the door shattered the silence.
Your heart jumped. Who could possibly be out in such a storm? Cautiously, you set your book aside and crept toward the door. The hinges groaned as you pushed it open and there he was.
Tall. Broad-shouldered. Damp hair clinging to a pale, mismatched face. His eyes were dark, searching, almost human but something about him unsettled you. Every inch of him seemed deliberate and unnerving: the strange angles of his limbs, the faint stitching along his wrists and neck, the way his clothes clung to him from the rain.
He didn’t speak. Not a word. He simply looked at you, tilting his head slightly, his dark eyes wide and wary.
You froze. “Who-… what are you?” you whispered, your voice trembling.
He moved carefully, taking one tentative step inside, as if entering a world that might shatter beneath him. He raised a hand, palm open, and pointed to himself. Then he shook his head slowly, eyes darting toward the door behind him. The motion was almost childlike, as if he were trying to explain where he had come from, what he had been, and what he was now but words had abandoned him.
Your fear softened slightly. There was an innocence in his gestures, a vulnerability that was impossible to ignore. You stepped aside. “Come in. Quickly. You’re soaked. Sit by the fire.”
He obeyed, moving with a careful, almost hesitant grace. Each step was measured, as though he were afraid of breaking something invisible. He studied the room with wide eyes, taking in the flickering candles, the patterns of shadows on the walls, the books stacked haphazardly on the shelves.
When he reached the hearth, he crouched slowly, letting the fire’s warmth touch his chilled skin. His fingers hovered just above the flames, trembling, before retreating. He glanced at you, his gaze intense, searching, questioning. You couldn’t hear a word, but you understood: he was trying to learn what warmth felt like, what fire meant, what it was to simply exist.
You brought him a rag, your hands shaking slightly. He accepted it with tentative fingers, draping it over his shoulders. When he adjusted it, he did so with reverence, almost afraid to smudge the warmth with his hands. He looked at you again, eyes pleading, and you felt your chest tighten. Somehow, even in silence, he had asked for your trust and offered his own in return.
He ran his hands over his arms, over the faint stitches that traced the outline of his body like a map of something unnatural. You noticed the careful way he moved, as if discovering his own limbs for the first time. Every motion was deliberate, curious, awkward. And yet, beneath it all, there was a quiet grace that made it impossible to see him as a monster.
You sat near him, your candle casting soft light over both of you. “For tonight,” you said softly, “you can stay. But tomorrow… we will decide what must be done.”
He looked at you, eyes wide, and gave the faintest nod. No words, but it was enough. A silent promise to listen, to try, to follow. He sank onto the floor beside the fire, tucking his knees close, letting the warmth chase away the damp from his clothes. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. Every glance, every subtle tilt of his head, every small movement conveyed what words could not.
The wind howled outside, rattling the shutters and throwing shadows across the room. The storm seemed to press against the walls, threatening to spill in, but inside, a fragile peace settled between you and him.
You found yourself watching him, fascinated. He traced the edge of the rug with careful fingers, paused at the books on the shelf, and then mimicked how you sipped your tea, spilling only a few drops before he looked up at you with wide, apologetic eyes. You couldn’t help but laugh softly, a sound that seemed foreign in the storm-tossed house. He mirrored your expression, his lips twitching almost like a smile, though unsure, unpracticed.
Hours passed in silence. You read, sometimes glancing at him. He observed everything, your gestures, the way you moved, the way the firelight danced over the walls. Every detail was new to him, and he absorbed it with an intensity that made the air between you almost electric.
At one point, he stretched his long arms and then paused, looking at you as if asking permission. You nodded, and he leaned back, letting himself relax slightly, though he kept his eyes on you. For a creature who had never spoken, never known comfort, this small act of trust felt monumental.
Finally, exhaustion pulled at your eyelids. You closed your book and whispered, “Sleep now. You need it.”
He watched you for a long moment. Then, carefully, he mimicked your motion, resting his head slightly on his knees. His chest rose and fell with measured breaths. You realized that even in silence, he had learned the most important thing: to feel safety, even if only for a moment.
Outside, the storm raged on. Inside, a fragile companionship began to grow between you and a creature who had never known the world, an understanding that did not require words, only presence, trust, and the quiet acknowledgment of one another.
👻|| Hello! Do you think you can do drunk mc that misses their human life/family/friends? I think it’d be an interesting concept! I’d like if you could make the brothers, dateables, and undateables help mc through their worries! Pls don’t overwork yourself though, breaks are always mandatory.||👻
All of Obey me Cast with a Drunk! Mc that's homesick
Lucifer:
Lucifer immediately notices something is off. You’re quieter than usual, staring into your drink.
When you suddenly mumble, “Do you think my family misses me?” he pauses mid-sip.
You start rambling after that. Talking about your house, your room, your friends, little human things.
“I miss my mom’s cooking… and stupid movie nights…”
Lucifer doesn’t interrupt. He just listens.
When your voice cracks, he gently takes the drink from your hand.
“You’ve had enough.”
Instead of lecturing you, he puts an arm around your shoulders and guides you somewhere quieter.
He speaks softly...very unlike him.
“Missing your home does not make you weak. It makes you human.”
He promises you something quietly:
“If you ever wish to return to visit them… I will make sure it happens.”
He lets you cry against him if you need to.
Mammon:
Mammon notices the moment you start sniffing.
“Oi why’re ya cryin’?? Who made ya cry?”
When you slur out that you miss your friends and family, he freezes.
Mammon understands loneliness better than most.
He immediately pulls you into a hug.
“Hey… hey, it ain’t like ya lost ‘em forever.”
He awkwardly tries to cheer you up by asking about them.
“Tell me ‘bout ‘em! What’re they like?”
He listens to every story.
Even the embarrassing ones.
If you fall asleep mid-ramble, he carries you to bed and mutters:
“Stupid human… ya got us now too.”
Leviathan:
Levi panics when you suddenly start crying.
“W-WAIT DID I DO SOMETHING??”
When you start drunkenly talking about missing your life back home, he immediately relates.
“Yeah… being away from everything you know sucks.”
He sits next to you and awkwardly pats your back.
Then he gets an idea.
“We can recreate stuff! Like human stuff!”
Movie night. Games. Anything that reminds you of home.
He pulls up human movies and snacks.
You end up laughing through tears.
Satan:
Satan listens very quietly while you talk.
When you start apologizing for being emotional, he immediately stops you.
“Don’t apologize.”
He understands the weight of feelings better than most.
He gently talks you through it.
“Homesickness is natural. Humans are deeply attached to their lives.”
He suggests writing letters to your family.
Or keeping a journal about your memories.
Later he finds books from the human world just for you.
Asmodeus:
Asmo notices the sad energy instantly.
When you start talking about missing your friends and family, his heart melts.
“Oh sweetheart…”
He pulls you into the warmest hug imaginable.
Wipes your tears gently.
“You don’t have to hide that from us.”
He asks questions about your friends, what they’re like, what you used to do together.
He loves hearing about your life.
“Anyone important to you is important to me too.”
He ends up pampering you for the rest of the night.
Beelzebub:
Beel is deeply affected by your sadness.
When you say you miss home, his expression softens immediately.
“You can tell me about it.”
He listens while you ramble.
Sometimes while handing you snacks.
Food often connects people to memories.
When you describe meals from home he gets curious.
“Maybe we can make it here.”
He offers comfort in quiet presence.
And very strong hugs.
Belphegor:
Belphie notices your mood change before anyone else.
When you start talking about your family in a soft, sleepy voice, he listens carefully.
“You miss them a lot, huh?”
He pulls you down next to him on the couch.
Lets you rest your head on his shoulder.
Belphie understands longing for something lost.
He murmurs softly:
“You’re allowed to miss them. That doesn’t mean you don’t belong here too.”
You eventually fall asleep beside him.
Solomon:
Solomon knows homesickness very well.
When drunk MC starts rambling about their human life, he listens carefully.
He doesn’t interrupt your stories.
Instead he smiles softly.
“Those memories are precious.”
He gently reassures you:
“Your life didn’t disappear. It’s just… paused.”
He offers to show you things from the human world whenever you need comfort.
Diavolo:
Diavolo feels terrible that you feel lonely in his realm.
When you say you miss home, his expression turns very serious.
“You should never feel trapped here.”
He promises you something big:
“If you ever wish to visit them again, I will arrange it.”
He genuinely wants you to feel happy and safe.
Barbatos:
Barbatos listens quietly while you talk.
He’s very perceptive.
He notices the small details you mention about your family.
Afterward, he begins preparing small comforts.
Human-style tea. Familiar food.
He never mentions why.
But he remembers everything you said.
Simeon:
Simeon is incredibly gentle about it.
When you say you miss home, he smiles softly.
“Love leaves marks on the heart. That’s why it hurts when we’re far away.”
He encourages you to talk about your family.
He listens like every story matters.
Because to him, it does.
Raphael:
Raphael is quiet but attentive.
When you begin talking about missing home, he simply sits beside you.
“You will see them again.”
His tone is calm and reassuring.
If anyone tries to tease you for being emotional, Raphael shuts it down instantly.
Thirteen:
Thirteen is awkward about feelings at first.
“Uh… humans cry about this stuff, right?”
But when you explain how much you miss home, she softens.
She distracts you with chaotic activities.
“C’mon, let’s blow something up. It’ll help.”
Surprisingly… it does.
Mephistopheles:
He’s secretly very touched by your honesty.
When you talk about your human life, he listens carefully.
Later he writes a small article about the beauty of human bonds.
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If you haven’t done this before, can you do head-canons of goth mc? With the brothers and dateables(+undateables) Like a romantic goth kind of mc that wants to dress their s/o up and make them listen to their kind of music?
Obey me brothers +dateables with a Goth MC!
Lucifer:
You are his aesthetic weakness.
He already wears black. You just… refine it.
One day you adjust his tie, add a silver ring to his hand, push his hair back and whisper:
“Stand still. I’m making you tragic.”
He does not protest.
In fact, he looks in the mirror later and considers keeping the look.
When you make him listen to your music?
He pretends it’s “dramatic nonsense.”
But he absolutely listens to it alone while working.
Slow dancing in his study at midnight? Candlelight only?
He will indulge you every time.
Mammon:
At first: “Oi, I ain’t wearin’ all that spiky stuff!”
Five minutes later: wearing rings on every finger because you said he looked “dangerously beautiful.”
He blushes when you call him your “beautiful fallen angel.”
Music-wise?
He doesn’t get it at first.
Then he starts liking the bass.
He will absolutely let you paint his nails black.
But only in private.
Leviathan:
You put eyeliner on him once.
He stopped functioning.
“You look like a tortured vampire prince,” you whisper.
He nearly dies.
He secretly loves your aesthetic.
You two would absolutely cosplay gothic characters together.
You make him listen to melancholic music while staring out the window dramatically.
He eats it up.
Satan:
Oh this is dangerous.
He loves gothic literature already.
You show him romantic goth poetry and he’s immediately invested.
He looks devastating in layered black outfits.
When you say, “You look like you stepped out of a forbidden romance novel,”
He smiles slowly.
Music?
He analyzes the lyrics.
But he also secretly enjoys how intense it feels.
Asmodeus:
Oh he is THRIVING.
You show him gothic fashion inspo and he’s already ordering custom pieces.
“Darling, we are becoming the most powerful dark couple in the Devildom.”
He LOVES when you do his makeup in smoky tones.
He will absolutely slow dance with you to haunting music in a heartbeat.
He romanticizes your romanticism.
Beelzebub:
You drape a black coat over his shoulders.
Step back.
“…You look like the guardian of a cursed cathedral.”
He blinks.
“…Okay.”
He doesn’t fully understand gothic music but he likes when you lean against him while it plays.
He’ll stand very still while you adjust chains or rings on him.
Protective gothic giant energy.
Belphegor:
You two nap in candlelight.
It’s a vibe.
You call him your “sleeping prince in a crumbling castle.”
He rolls his eyes.
But when you put a choker on him and push his bangs back?
He smirks.
He absolutely likes darker, slower music. It suits him.
You both stare at the ceiling and talk about existential things at 2am.
Solomon:
You call him your “immortal sorcerer of the night.”
He leans into it.
He already looks like he belongs in a gothic painting.
He lets you adjust his coat, add silver accessories.
When you make him listen to your music?
He watches you more than he listens.
“You look beautiful like this,” he says quietly.
Dangerous.
Diavolo:
You dress him in darker royal outfits.
Velvet. Deep crimson. Black accents.
He LOVES it.
“Is this how villains feel?” he asks excitedly.
You gasp. “No. This is how tragic rulers feel.”
He tries very hard to look brooding.
Fails adorably.
Barbatos:
He already fits the gothic butler aesthetic too well.
You add subtle details silver chain, darker gloves.
He allows it.
When you call him your “eternal shadow,”
He pauses just slightly.
Music?
He listens politely.
But he definitely notices how your eyes soften when certain songs play.
Hi!! I was wondering if you could write an mc that's a huge book nerd? Like their human world house is covered in books, they read about one hundred books per year, they say things like "You're the George to my Emma", etc? And it could be for all the demon brothers + maybe the dateables too if you don't mind? Sorry if I'm being rude
Obey me brothers and dateables with a Book Nerd! MC
Lucifer:
He pretends he’s above it.
He is not.
You once walked into his study, glanced at him behind his desk and said:
“Ah. A Byronic hero in his natural habitat.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Explain.”
You didn’t. You just sat down and started reading.
Now he secretly reads your favorites so he understands your references.
The first time you told him, “You’re the Darcy to my Elizabeth,” he froze.
“…Is that an insult?”
“It means I like you, but you’re insufferable.”
He stared at you for a long moment.
“…Acceptable.”
He absolutely starts leaving rare Devildom editions of human classics on your desk.
Mammon:
He does NOT understand half of what you say.
“You’re like if Gatsby actually had emotional growth.”
“…Oi. Is that good?”
You squint at him. “Yes. But you’d still buy the green light.”
He has no idea what that means but feels judged.
Lowkey though? He LOVES when you read aloud.
You do different voices.
He pretends not to care but is completely invested.
If someone interrupts?
“Shut up, I’m listenin’!”
Leviathan:
Oh. Oh no.
You two are insufferable together.
You compare tropes. You debate character arcs.
You once gasped mid-argument and said:
“You’re my unreliable narrator.”
He almost ascended.
When you reference romantic leads and then glance at him meaningfully?
He bluescreens.
He also reads your recommendations immediately.
You annotate. He writes essay-length reactions in the margins back.
Satan:
Oh this is dangerous.
He LOVES this.
Recommends obscure classics. Debates symbolism with you.
You once dramatically pointed at him and said:
“You’re the brooding intellectual who falls first but denies it.”
He went still.
“…What book was that?”
“All of them.”
He started reading your favorite romance just to analyze why you liked it.
Now he annotates too.
You two have literary duels.
Lucifer suffers.
Asmodeus:
He loves that you romanticize everything.
“You’re the tragic lover archetype,” you once sighed dramatically.
He placed a hand over his chest. “Finally, someone sees me.”
He absolutely insists on recreating romantic scenes from your favorite books.
Ballroom scene? He’s there.
Confession in the rain? He’ll summon the rain.
He reads poetry now because of you.
Sends you highlighted passages with hearts drawn next to them.
Beelzebub:
You once told him, “You’re the gentle giant who would carry the heroine out of a burning building.”
He blinked.
“…I would.”
You nearly cried.
He doesn’t read as much as you, but he listens when you ramble.
Will sit quietly while you excitedly explain a plot for twenty minutes.
He remembers your favorite genres.
Brings you snacks while you read.
Protective when someone calls your hobby “boring.”
Belphegor:
He teases you mercilessly.
“Another book? Don’t you ever get tired of fictional men?”
You look at him slowly.
“Some of them nap less.”
He’s quiet after that.
He pretends not to care about your reading but absolutely listens when you talk about tragic endings.
One night you murmured sleepily, “You’re my morally gray redemption arc.”
He didn’t reply.
But he didn’t let go of your hand.
Solomon:
He has lived long enough to have read first editions.
You are THRILLED.
He’ll casually say, “Oh yes, I knew the author.”
You scream.
When you compare him to immortal tragic heroes, he smiles too knowingly.
“You’re the centuries-old magician who pretends he doesn’t care but absolutely does.”
“…That’s specific.”
He reads over your shoulder.
Sometimes purposefully suggests morally questionable characters just to see your reaction.
Diavolo:
He LOVES when you compare him to kings in epics.
“You’re the golden-hearted ruler trying to change the world.”
He beams.
Will ask you to tell him your favorite story while resting his chin on his hands.
Once tried to start a Devildom book club just for you.
It got out of hand immediately.
Barbatos:
He listens quietly while you ramble.
Remembers every single reference.
You once told him:
“You’re the butler who knows everything and waits centuries for his love.”
He paused mid-pour.
“…How patient of me.”
He absolutely reads the books you leave lying around.
Places bookmarks perfectly aligned.
Knows your favorite lines before you say them.
Simeon:
He already reads constantly.
You two have soft reading dates.
Tea. Silence. Shared glances.
You compared him to a gentle cleric archetype once.
He laughed softly.
“I hope I live up to that.”
You absolutely do dramatic sighs over tragic endings and he gently comforts you.
