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freyyzu · 1 year

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I LOVE YOU’S

In which there are a thousand ways to tell you “I love you,” but saying it is still my favorite.

a/n; because i love them. and also because every time they say “i love you,” in-game i start kicking and screaming from embarrassment. not proof-read or edited because it’s too long and i wanted to be done already aksjd

LUCIFER —

Lucifer has always been openly honest with how he feels for you.

Words of appreciation aren’t considered strangers in your relationship, and there’s not a day that passes by where they’re not exchanged.

Simple ‘thank you’s when you hand one another an extra pen or paper.

Brief kisses and ‘good morning’s when you pass each other in the hallways of the House of Lamentation.

Gentle reminders to ‘sleep well,’ when you know there’s a long day ahead tomorrow.

He’s always been a person reserved in showing you physical affection in public, but you know more than anyone that he cares more deeply than he’ll allow anyone to see.

Lucifer was used to working for long hours, oftentimes going the whole day without leaving his room — today just so happened to be one of those days.

It’s late evening when he finishes going through all the papers that have piled on his desk. A full 24 hours without running into any of his brothers or even taking a break to eat.

It’s strange, he thinks. Typically when he works he could still hear the ruckus outside. Whether that be Levi chasing down Mammon for not paying him back for something or Satan yelling at Beel to stop clearing out the kitchen before any of them have time to cook a proper meal.

With curious steps, he makes his way downstairs, hoping to see what his brothers are up to and sneak in a late night snack whilst he was at it. To his surprise, the only thing he finds is an empty, quiet house, and you standing in the kitchen preparing a tray of food.

“Ah, Lucifer!” The way your expression lights up upon seeing him makes it feel as if all the stress from the past few hours have melted away. “Are you done with your work? I was just about to bring you something to eat since you missed out on your meals.”

Lucifer doesn’t find the need to respond, or perhaps he’s simply too tired to, all he does is walk over to your side and wraps his arms around your waist. Immediately, he feels your hand come up to rest on his head, gently rustling his hair.

“You did good today.”

“Mmhm.” He eases into your touch, “I love you.”

Your laughter tickles his hands, “I love you as well. Now c’mon, you gotta eat. I’m sure you must be starving.”

MAMMON —

There’s never a day in which Mammon wouldn’t deny being in love with you.

He’s lucky that you find it endearing above all else, otherwise he would’ve suffered a few bruises already.

Because he finds it difficult to tell you how much he loves you, he decides it’s probably best to show you, instead.

He holds your hand on the walk to RAD, making sure to tell you that it’s simply ‘for your protection,’ even though you both know you’re more than capable of handling yourself now.

That cake you had offhandedly mentioned wanting to try shows up in front of your door the next day along with a very embarrassed demon holding on to it, claiming how he ‘just so happened to get lucky,’ even though the lines for the bakery are known to span for three hours long.

Mammon can’t seem to focus.

Perhaps it was the boring lesson plans that he had to get through, or maybe it was Lucifer’s threat of once again stringing him from the ceiling if he failed another test looming over his head, but the demon’s thoughts were only fixated on you. You, who’s currently sitting right beside him, pointing at blurry words on a page and spouting nonsense about some history notes he’s going to forget three seconds later.

“And so… Mammon?” You look up at him curiously. “If you’re tired we can—”

“I love you.”

The words leave his lips before he could even process he was saying it, or even why he was saying it. There’s nothing romantic about your situation right now. There are papers scattered all across your coffee table, eraser shavings lost within your carpet, and three books open, none of which he has paid attention to. If anything, this was the absolute worst moment he could’ve picked to say that phrase.

You blink.

And then he blinks.

You turn red.

And then he turns red.

“Ah…”

“AHHHHH,” he covers his face, flailing his hand wildly. “Ignore that! I didn’t say anything!”

He’s ready to get up and run out of the room, failing the test and being strung up again be damned, if not for you grabbing his arm and preventing him from moving anywhere.

“Say it again,” you insist, leaning in closer and giving him your best puppy-dog eyes, ones that you know he can’t resist saying ‘no,’ to. He caves, as you were sure he would, “I… I love you. I love ya’ lots, okay?!”

If smiles could reach past the eyes, he was sure yours would. “I love ya’ lots, too, Mammon.”

LEVI —

Levi would rather hide in his room for a hundred years than ever say that he loves you.

Of course, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to, but every time he tries he chickens out.

Thankfully, you have the patience of a saint, and he couldn’t be more grateful that you haven’t tried to pry those three words out of him (yet).

Still, Levi does what he can to show you he cares in his own way. Whether that be buying games of your favorite genre, or binging your favorite series just so he has more things to talk with you about, anything else will do.

Though it makes him feel extra bad whenever you say it so easily and he’s left to be a stuttering mess.

Levi sucks in a deep breath.

He hardens his nerves, counts to three, and then tries his best to vocalize how he feels. “I…” He pauses, eye twitching from nervousness. “I- I- I CAN’T DO IT!”

A loud groan escapes his lips as he crouches onto the floor of his bedroom, covering his face with his hands from embarrassment. He’s been at this for days now, looking at Henry through the tank and trying with every nerve in his body to just get those three words up and out of his throat to no avail.

Every time he thinks he’s going to get it your face pops up and instantly all his confidence disappears into thin air.

Levi sucks in another deep breath.

One more time, just one more time, he’ll get it this time.

If there was ever a time for the phrase “fake it ‘til you make it,” to be used, this would be the time. With newfound confidence, he pushes himself up to his feet again and stares directly at Henry, who looks back curiously.

“I-” he scrunches up his face and forces the words lodged in his throat out in a tiny squeak. “I love you.” It’s so quiet, and he barely manages to get your name out afterward, but he did it!

He did it!!

He—!

“I love you too, Levi!”

“AKJSDHJKSFGFGKJ????!?!”

“Wow, I didn’t know you could vocalize a keysmash like that.” You’re laughing, he’s on the floor, face completely red and regretting all his life choices, and you’re laughing. “Sorry for entering without your permission, but I tried knocking a few times and no one answered.”

The best thing you could do for him right now is to stay away, get out of his room even, while he waits for the floor to consume him whole, but instead, you walk towards him, stopping just inches away from his face.

“I couldn’t hear you very well the first time. Could you say it again?”

SATAN —

If simply being in one another’s company and enjoying each other’s presence is considered a way of saying ‘I love you,’ then no one does it better than Satan.

He doesn’t really find the need to say the words very much, but when he does, it’s filled with so much softness and care.

He’ll also say it the most when it’s just the two of you, away from prying eyes.

It’s something special, only for your ears, something only you get to hear.

The best moments in life are the ones where you get to spend them with your loved ones, and for Satan, it was no different; a book in his hand, you in his arms, a blanket thrown loosely to cover your legs as your head rests on his shoulder.

It's been two hours now, two hours of uninterrupted reading time — no brothers barging in his room looking for you, no text messages blowing up his notifications, no uninvited guests knocking on the doors of the House of Lamentation — there wasn’t much else he could ask for right now.

“‘And so, the man looks at the person standing in front of him, the person he’s respected and cared for the most in the world, and holds out a hand. Whatever it is that you need, whether it be riches, luck, or power, I’ll be there to deliver it right into your hands.’”

You shift in his arms, and he pauses his reading for only a moment to make sure you’re comfortable before continuing.

“‘And what if I said that the only thing I desire right now was neither riches, nor luck, nor power, but happiness — happiness with you? What would you deliver unto me, then?’”

“‘I would tell you then that I love you. That I would deliver to you: me. Mind, body, and soul.’”

Satan chuckles, “you stole my line.”

You smile, blinking up at him innocently. “Then just say it again.”

His eyes scan over the words once more, “I would tell you then,” he places the book down and cups your cheeks, pressing your foreheads together, his steady gaze holding onto yours. “That I love you. That I would deliver to you: me. Mind, body, and soul.”

ASMO —

No one tells you that they love you more than Asmo does. To him, saying he loves you is just another ring thrown into an endless pool of compliments.

‘You look so cute today!’ He’ll tell you the moment he spots you with a new outfit on. ‘Are you using a new lipstick?’ He notices every small change that you make to your appearance.

It makes you undeniably happy, of course, but it also makes it hard to differentiate from when he’s just being from when he’s being genuine.

Though if you ask him about it, he’ll be more offended than you could ever imagine. Everything he says to you is genuine, how could you ever think otherwise?

There’s been something strained about your relationship with Asmo lately, and unfortunately for him, he can’t seem to figure out what it is.

His compliments don’t have much of an effect anymore. The cute blush you seem to always adorn when he tells you how cute you look doesn’t appear, and every time he gives you a kiss he sees for a fraction of a section that a frown adorns your lips.

“Now, will you please tell me what it is that I’m doing that’s making you sad? I can’t bare to see you frowning anymore.”

Today, he plans to get to the bottom of it — and the first step was to corner you.

You’re laying on his bed with him on top of you, arms caging you in to prevent you from running off. Still, the both of you know full well that if you really had any intention on escaping then you could easily use your pact.

“I just…” You break away from his gaze, embarrassed, mumbling something incoherent under your breath.

“One more time?”

You turn even redder, “I don’t know… what it is you really like about me.”

Asmo blinks.

What do you mean you don’t know what he likes about you? Does he not tell you every day in full detail? So much so that his brothers would actively complain about how annoying and overbearing he is? He sits up, and pulls you forward to face him.

“I love your eyes,” he begins, “I love how they light up every time you get excited about something. I love your personality, how kind you are to everyone, even if they won’t show that same kindness back. I love your determination, how you never give up even when things don’t go your way.” He reaches out to cup both of your cheeks. They’re warm. “I love how rosy your cheeks get whenever I compliment you.”

“I-” you stutter, and his grin widens. “I think I get it now, please stop!”

“Stop?” He muses, “but what about my compliments? I think I deserve that much after you’ve been avoiding me for a week now!”

You glare at him, no doubt just wanting to end this conversation already. “I love you.”

Oh, that’s just unfair. You can’t just pull the ‘I love you,’ card out on him like that and get away scot free — but you do, and he lets you. “I love you, too, cutie!” The both of you once again crash onto the bed, his arms wrapped tightly around your neck. “Don’t you ever forget that!”

BEEL —

If you looked up the definition of ‘gentle giant,’ in the dictionary, Beel’s face would appear.

Despite his larger stature, there’s no one more willing to lend you a helping hand, whether you really need it or not. He just wants to make your life a little bit easier.

To Beel, ‘I love you’s don’t need to have any special meaning behind them. He simply says it because he wants to, whether you’re doing mundane things, or going through something eventful.

He just wants to remind you from time-to-time, and you enjoy doing the same.

“You aren’t mad at me?”

“Hm?” Beel hums, glancing at you, resting on his back. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“Because I made you leave fangol practice early?”

His thumb absentmindedly brushes over your thighs, shifting you into a slightly more secure position (not like he would let you fall either way). “It wasn’t your fault.” If anything it was his.

“Really?”

“Really.”

He was the one who had gotten distracted in the middle of their practice match and turned right as he threw the ball and ended up almost hitting you in the face. Thankfully you had stepped out of the way in time, but ended up tripping over the bench and sprained your ankle, leading Beel to call off early to take care of you and help you back home.

You had insisted that you were okay and that just a bit of ice and bandages would be enough, but he insisted. With his genuine concern in wanting to help, and the notion that he might’ve been the one caused you to get hurt, there was no way you could have denied him.

And so, here you were, arms wrapped around his neck as he carries you back to the House of Lamentation, piggyback style.

There’s a rumble on his back, and he hears your quiet giggles. “Thank you for always taking such good care of me, I love you, Beel.” Your thanks are followed by a quick beck to the back of his head, and he wishes he could just move you into a different position right now and return the favor.

Unfortunately, he can’t without risking further injury to your leg, and so he settles for pressing a kiss to the side of your arm. “Of course I do, I love you after all.”

BELPHIE —

Will tease the living daylights out of you to show his affection.

If you want him to say ‘I love you,’ you’re gonna have to jump through three rings of fire and let him use you has a pillow for minimum three days first.

Even then, he’ll only say it if he’s in the mood, and probably after you’ve already fallen asleep so you can’t hear it.

“What do you mean? I already told you yesterday,” he’s having way too much fun with this. “When? While you were asleep, of course.”

“You’re terrible.”

He chuckles at your comment, simply basking in the way your hands brush through his hair.

So what if its been two weeks of him teasing you just for you to finally hear him say that he loves you? It was fun (to him) and that’s all that matters. Besides, it wasn’t as if he’s never said it before, he just wanted to make it a little game this time around.

“You say that, but here you are.”

“Well,” you brush a strand of hair away from his nose. “Even if you are an ass this feels nice for me as well so it’s okay.”

“So it’s alright for me to never say it again?” He teases, knowing it’ll just push your buttons further.

“Don’t push your luck.”

It’s the dead of the night when you finally fall asleep and somehow, Belphie was still awake. He pokes your cheek, stifling his laughter when you shift uncomfortably and mumble something akin to ‘that tickles’ before proceeding to bury yourself further into his chest.

He likes this, he thinks. It’s fun to tease you, and it’s even more fun knowing that you’re just playing along with him when you could full-well just use your pact to make him say it already. Though, he’s sure that if he mentions that you’ll retaliate saying it’s more genuine to hear him say it without using the pact.

“I love you.” He places a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

You don’t need to know he’s been saying it every night.

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moodyhaaze · 9 months

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❛ when you run into your ex… ❜ pt3 — dateables

synopsis. it’s been years since you’ve seen your ex, but on an excursion to your hometown in the human world with your boy, you run into them…

tags. headcanon | slightly NSFW | gn!mc

a/n. this took me way longer than necessary to write. had this in the works since JULY. TENTH. michael have mercy

< part 1 - older bros | part 2 - younger bros >

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— 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐎

is aware that his position of Demon Prince is one that’s rather advantageous. He keeps this especially in mind when it comes to his lover. Diavolo is also very aware of his overwhelming demeanor that his loyal subjects know all too well, but the human world has yet to see that side of him. He’s his usual bubbly and extroverted self when he first meets your ex, but when mention is made that this is, in fact, your ex, his whole disposition changes. He’s standing taller, his broad shoulders squared, his glare narrowed on the target before him. He had all but flared his wings and flashed his horns fully in his demon form. It doesn’t take long for your ex to take notice of this and politely and very quickly excuse themself and head the opposite direction of you and Diavolo. “Oh, it’s a shame that our conversation ended so quickly!” It’s not that you hadn’t noticed his swift change in tune, but you certainly weren’t going to question it or mind it, really. Diavolo loops your arm in his and start you all in the opposite direction your ex had walked, “I saw a flyer for a carnival in town, let’s head that way!”

— 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒

is pretty low key and honestly doesn’t even react to your ex showing up. Well, not on the outside at least. The utmost decorum and poise is expected of Barbatos, but his thoughts can be rather ruthless. If your ex approaches, Barbatos will exchange niceties but swiftly move you away from the conversation with whatever lie he can muster. “Come now, my dear, we mustn’t be late for an appointment with the Young Master.” You were a little confused what he meant because you weren’t aware of any appointments with Diavolo, but you roll with it, say your goodbye, and begin walking with Barbatos towards the shops. He keeps an arm around you, grip tight on your shoulder. “Forgive me, my love, but I couldn’t spend not one more second around that scoundrel,” he confesses. You’re a little taken aback, not really pegging Barbatos as jealous type. So, you question him, asking him if he really was jealous. And to your surprise, he says yes, “Well, of course I was. They got to know you long before I did. Got to touch you long before I did. Perhaps even experienced sides of you I’ve yet to experience. But, in due time, I will know every inch of you. Every thought. Everything. You are mine, my dear, I won’t let anyone else have you now.”

— 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍

is absolutely the jealous type. But the silent anger type of jealousy, much like Barbatos. Simeon will exchange a hello and maybe even a handshake and do it all with a smile, but on the inside this man is seething. As the conversation with your ex wraps up and the three of you share your goodbyes you notice Simeon is quiet. You ask if he’s all right and he responds, “Yes, I’m okay, my little lamb. I just…” He trails off, looking dejected and blatantly avoiding eye contact with you, “Did you enjoy talking to them?” Simeon speaks low and, it was hard to hear, it almost sounded like he asked through gritted teeth. You tell him you neither hated it or loved it. Simeon looks relieved and wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close as his eyes settle on a nearby flower shop. As he redirects your paths to the shop he continues, “I can’t believe how angry I just got.” Simeon lets out a small laugh, “I can’t think of another time I got that angry that quickly. When I saw you smiling at them the same way you smile at me…” You reassure him that you would never smile for anyone like that but him and he seems relieved yet again. He purchases you a big bouquet of your favorite flowers and you both head back to the Devildom where Simeon walks you home. He makes sure to give you a slow, deep kiss in front of the door right in view of Mammon who was about to let you in.

— 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍

will get very clingy after a run in with your ex. After you mention to him that you see your ex across the way he’s quick to yank you the opposite direction, much to the dismay of his enemy in question. Solomon grabs your hand with a tight grip and with his other he’s using magic to teleport the two of you back to Purgatory hall. You try to question him as to why he’s acting this way but he’s quick to silence you before you can even ask, “Surely you don’t think I’d like meddling with your ex?” You cross your arms, giving him the same silent glare a mother would use with her child. “Oh, come on, love. I’m sorry, okay?” Solomon insists as he steps towards you, placing his hands on your shoulders. As he looks at you with pleading eyes, he slowly begins trailing his hands down your shoulders, resting them on your upper arms. Before you can even register it, his fingers are tickling your underarms. You let out a huge laugh as you try to wrestle away from him but he quickly subdues you by pressing your back into his chest. His arms lock around you, his hands roaming farther and farther down your torso, stopping just above the waistband of your bottoms. “Let me show you just how sorry I am.” You feel him smirk against your neck right before he smothers the skin in bruises.

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a/n pt2. i’m not sure why i blanked so hard on diavolo’s, simeon’s, and solomon’s but i just could not figure out what i wanted to write for them. quite frankly, i think these hc’s for them suck. i just wanted this out of my drafts desperately. at least barb’s turned out pretty good, imo.

cross posted to ao3.

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allknowingaxolotl · 2 months

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If you see a watermark in the background of this no you didn’t (I totally did not look up ‘old paper’ on google images)

#fanart #art #digital art #obey me!#obey me shall we date #obm #obmswd #om! shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me headcanons #hcs

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5mary5 · 1 month

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You know what event obey me should release? A "Happy Father's Day" event for all the unpaid and overworked dads in obey me.

Because like simeon has 1 one son

And then there is barbatos with diavolo and solomon(yes solomon counts too don't @ me),he could also have luke? I mean he is more like an uncle than a father, maybe a grandfather? Anyways

Oh lucifer should count too, in fact he should probably get atleast a week off to relax his shoulders, did I forget anyone? I don't think so

Well technically depending on if you are male or female, mc should count too? Depends on how you see luke if you see him as your son then you could also count for father's day but really it would be fun to see diavolo and solomon tell barbatos happy fathers day lmao, ik simeon would tear UP if luke called him dad

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me x reader #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me diavolo #obey me solomon #obey me luke #obmswd #obm nightbringer #obm mc #obmnb #312005 #obey me headcanons

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l3viat8an · 1 year

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I can think of a few ways this could go!! (I say that a lot lol-) 𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥

Lucifer, Simeon, Satan & Barbatos ↓

"Marriage? We've only just met!" It's been at least 3 years lol and while he knows time is different for humans isn't this kind of fast? "These things shouldn't be rushed into."

Diavolo, Asmo, Beel & Belphie ↓

"We can get married if you'd like!" He didn't want to rush into it but you have been together for awhile! So nows a good a time as any!!

Mammon, Solomon & Levi (Really could put anybody else here too) ↓

"Yes! I mean- Hell yes!" He wanted to get married immediately after your first kiss and has the whole thing planned~!

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block-moss · 7 months

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belphegor redesign/ hc ☝️ idk how to feel abt the pants 🫡

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antiromanticbaby · 5 months

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♡ 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 ♡

♡ .❝ 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. ❞

𝗟𝗨𝗦𝗧 /lʌst/ ♡ ┊ strong sexual desire. ♡ ┊ have strong sexual desire for someone. ♡ ┊ It also can mean a hunger for anything, like lust for power.

♡ .❝ 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨, 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧. 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝. ❞

Yandere Asmodeus; who was incredibly mad at you. No one, no one was supposed to be able to meet his standards! Yet you did. No one was supposed to make him feel this way! Yet you did. So now you had to pay. Your compliments were always the best, your smiles were always the brightest, you were always the cutest. Not as cute as him, but cuter than everyone else surrounding him.

Yandere Asmodeus; who was frustrated with the turn of events. He couldn't stand it. Why was it him that fell hard for you? It should've been the other way right? You should've fallen head over heels for him! Now you are supposed to show him affection, show him pure love, not the other way around.

Yandere Asmodeus; who bit by bit, accepted it more. Out of all the brothers, he's probably one the most accepting ones towards his love for you. However, now that he has accepted it, he must make sure no one else finds out. And most importantly, no one else dares look your way. He isn't as dangerous as Lucifer, Satan or Belphegor, but he definitely has some huge problems. With his powers of charming, you will never notice a thing changing around you. Not until everything had changed to the point of no return, not until you came to a point in your life that you look around and find yourself to be lost, in an unknown world, with the only familiar face being Asmo himself.

Yandere Asmodeus; who uses your shampoo and perfume, later telling everyone that you were the one who used his in your absence, so everyone believed you two were in some type of relationship. So everyone kept their hands off you and knew you were off limits. He would even match clothing with you as much as he could.

Yandere Asmodeus; who spoiled you with gifts but also criticized you so much that you felt insecure. He made sure you always looked up to him, you always saw him as your idol. He didn't want anyone to find out about his love and obsession for you. Especially not his fan-club. Now now, he didn't want you to get in trouble because of him. Aside from that, he wanted everyone to think he loves himself above all else. He wanted everyone to think that his heart was unreachable. Little did his fans know, you lived rent free in his heart.

Yandere Asmodeus; who never got rid of anyone himself, but always used his powers to make others look bad in your eyes. Someone was getting close to you? (Let's call them person A)You seemed interested in another demon? (Person B) Then he would make sure that Peron A did something to Person B. Two birds in one stone, right? And who would dare go against him? Just one glance and he could shut the mouth of all witnesses.

Yandere Asmodeus; who always dolled you up and took pictures, with innocent excuses such as posting them on his socials. As someone with a huge fanbase, he also had lots of connection. So if you ever found a hidden wall somewhere in his rooms with all of your pictures, from harmless selfies taking shower or sleeping, decorated with pink little hearts, do not be surprised.

Yandere Asmodeus; who liked to keep you innocent and pure, while playing out his dirtiest fantasies on you. He liked to keep you oblivious. But he also enjoyed corrupting you. At the end of the day, he was a demon, and he enjoyed souls that shone bright like jewels, but aside from devouring them, he also loved corrupting them. He would still that shining and replace it with his own darkness, in hopes of feeling shiny again.

Yandere Asmodeus; who would use his charming power so you would sleep, and then use you, in any way you wanted. He loved the confusion in your eyes as you woke up the next day with his bite marks all over you. Even if his charming powers didn't work, then he'd use potions, or he could always ask for help from a certain witty sorcerer.

Yandere Asmodeus; who would definitely lock you up in a world of make belief. In a world where he was the only one for you, Princess Asmodeus, and you were his soulmate with no way out. He would gaslight you into believing everyone around you are traitors, filthy little liars, and then, he would whisk you away. He would hate to kidnap you. No, he would rather take you away, with you taking his hand willingly. Isn't that romantic? Only you and him, in your own paradise. Only if your mind was in the right place.

♡ .❝ 𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡. ❞

Obey Me Yandere headcanons: [Lucifer] [Mammon] [Leviathan] [Asmodeus (you're here] [wip] Shameless self promo: Find out who your yandere lover from Obey Me is in this quiz <3

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highwaytcheaven · 11 months

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Lucifer being a dad™️ part 2

If anyone is watching something interesting on tv, he will stand with his hands either in his pockets or behind his back as he watches the show or film. He will literally stand like that for half an hour and claims that he’s just curious as he moves from one spot to another.

Eventually sits down after complaints from his brothers.

Travelling within the human world? Airport dad mode activated.

I know he has back problems, and hunches over at his desk when no one is around.

Attends every sports event that Beel is in. Would definitely brag to others about how amazing Beel is.

MC would say how they like a certain food and Lucifer would buy said food in bulk for them.

Doesn’t really understand technology and always asks Levi to help him.

He holds his phone so close to his face and types/scrolls with his pointer finger, bonus points if he squints at the screen.

Definitely has one of those kiss the chef aprons.

I feel like he secretly owns the one staple dad outfit. You know with the white socks, training shoes and shorts along with a corny graphic shirt.

MC probably found it when looking for a spare shirt of his to sleep in.

MC: What’s this Lucifer?

Lucifer: PRETEND YOU SAW NOTHING MC!

Definitely does the old knee slap when he gets up or when he tells a joke.

Reads the newspaper on a morning with his glasses as he sips his black coffee.

Yawns 24/7. Silently reading a book? Be prepared to hear Lucifer’s loud yawns.

Is actually really good at cutting/styling hair. I hc that he used to cut his brother’s hair when in the Celestial Realm and still does it for them in the Devildom.

Would definitely braid/play with MC’s hair.

Sofa naps are a common occurrence. It has become a normal thing to see Lucifer sprawled on the sofa snoring his head off. It’s so common that it could rival Belphie.

If I can come up with more I’ll definitely make a part 3!

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freyyzu · 1 year

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I LOVE YOU’S

In which there are a thousand ways to tell you “I love you,” but saying it is still my favorite.

a/n; thanks for requesting, anon! i'm glad the first one made your day better! this is the 2nd part including the dateables + Luke (platonic). i've only just finished season 2 so no Thirteen and the others i hope that's alright! also not proof read or edited lol. tumblr keeps being finnicky with my posts so if you see me repost this a couple times sorry about that

part 1. HERE

DIAVOLO —

The future demon king shows you how he feels with gestures grand and small.

Whether that be inviting you over to the castle for a magnificent feast prepared by Barbatos or bringing you back your favorite desserts from his trips to the human world - he'll do it all.

Diavolo dances around the words 'I love you' opting to let gestures and compliments tell you instead.

Those words are special, reserved for the moments when it's just you two, alone, in that perfect setting where even fairytales can't match.

Diavolo had just returned from his trip from the human world, and of course the first thing he had to do was message you. During his time there, he had made sure to stop buy one of the bakeries he recalled you missing and nearly bought out the entire store if not for Barbatos stopping him.

“How were they?” Diavolo finally asks after your tea time is over and Barbatos has finally excused himself.

The both of you had decided the best way to spend the rest of the night would be to walk around the area near the gazebo, enjoying the view as your food digests and talk about all the things the demon butler would no doubt chide you for. It was rare for Diavolo to get much time off, and even though he got to see you during RAD often it just wasn’t the same as spending time together alone - especially when you always had at least one demon brother lathed onto you at all times.

“Just as I remember them.” You pat your belly, “delicious! And the tea Barbatos brewed went so well with it, too! Thank you again for buying them for me.”

He chuckles, “of course.” It always pleased him to see you so happy over something so little. You’ve always been like that, since the moment he met you — confused, yet still so energetic and ready to make the best of every situation good or bad, big or small.

With practiced grace he slips his hand with yours, intertwining your fingers together, and giving them a light squeeze. You give him a squeeze of your own, followed by that smile he never gets tired of seeing.

“Something on your mind?” You question with a tilt.

“Just how much I love you,” he responds without a moment’s hesitation.

“Oh.” You flush red, the comment catching you off guard. Diavolo can’t help but think with the blue reflection of the water that you look prettier than usual in that moment, and after a brief second of silence where you try to put yourself back together, there’s a response. “I love you too. Where did that come from all of a sudden?”

He brings your intertwined hands up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of your palm. “It was just the only thing on my mind, is all.”

BARBATOS —

It’s not very often that Barbatos gets to have free time for himself, serving under the heir to the next demon king and all, but on his moments of free time he likes to spend them with you.

Because he knows that most of his time is occupied with his work, Barbatos wants to make sure that in the moments you do spend together that you know exactly how much he cares.

Most of the times, the way he shows you how much he loves you is simply by doing tasks together, no matter how mundane.

The words ‘I love you’ aren’t something that pop up too often in his dictionary, and so it means even more when he says it.

“Oh, this tastes delicious!”

Barbatos chuckles to himself at how impatient you are. The cupcakes the two of you had baked have only just gotten out of the oven, and without letting them settle and cool down, you had instantly taken a bite out of one.

“Is that so? I’m glad.” He takes off his mittens and sets them aside, leaning in to wipe the stray crumbs that settled on the corner of your lip. “They would have tasted even better if you waited for them to cool down. The flavors settle in even more, then.”

You chuckle abashedly, “they smelled so nice I couldn’t help myself.”

He always liked to poke fun of how big your appetite was, sometimes comparing it to Beel’s, but in the end it was all in good fun. Barbatos knew the reason you liked eating so much was specifically when he cooked, and it felt rewarding knowing just how much you enjoy his food. It felt even better every time you had the chance to cook or bake together (sometimes with Luke) — the way your face lights up when something turns out well is unmatched.

“Shall we prepare the tea while the cupcakes cool down?”

“Oh,” you stop yourself from reaching for another. “Yes! Yes, we should do that, ahem.”

It’s a little later than you both expected by the time everything was done being baked, eaten, and cleaned, and so he offers to walk you home. Of course, you happily accept his gesture, giddy to spend any more time with him.

By the time you both arrive at the front steps of the House of Lamentation it was even later, and knowing the brothers, they would be rushing down the stairs any second now to welcome you back.

“Goodnight,” he pulls you in gently by the shoulders and presses a quick kiss to your forehead. “Remember there’s a meeting tomorrow in the student council room, don’t be late. I love you.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t- hm?” He makes a quick escape through a portal. “Wait, wait, say it again! Barbatos!”

He’s looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow.

SIMEON —

If there’s anyone who holds back with how they feel towards you more than Simeon does he would like to meet them.

While people may say that he wears his heart on his sleeve, the angel does his best to not show you too much affection in public, when all he really wants to do is spend all of your time together, if only for a day.

Unfortunately, with responsibilities getting in the way and the seven brothers constantly sticking to your side like glue, it’s a bit difficult.

He hopes that you don’t blame him for being a bit needy, but you’re the only person he’ll show that side to.

Simeon feels proud to know that out of everyone else, you find him the easiest to talk to.

Whether it be for for something as simple as what to make for dinner at the House of Lamentation, or to ask for help studying for your next exam, he enjoys every moment he gets to spend with you. It’s unfortunate that the time you actually get to spend together is limited due to all your duties at RAD and with the brothers, but that’s what makes him cherishes it even more.

Simeon: [ Have you eaten? ]

MC: [ Finished just a few minutes ago! ]

He smiles, happy to have received your reply so quickly.

Most days are like this. When you don’t pass each other by in the hallways, or when you’re too busy to meet up outside of school, your DDD becomes the main source of communication. Compared to anyone else on his contact list, yours is the one that he most frequently keeps going back to. On a particularly bad day, it’s the one thing that cheers him up the quickest.

MC: [ What about you? ]

Simeon: [ I ate a while ago. Solomon came back late today so we thankfully didn’t have to convince him not to cool. ]

Simeon: [ Cook. ]

Chats can go for as short as a couple minutes into a couple hours, and today seems to be the latter.

Luke is well asleep by the time your conversation comes to an end, and yet he doesn’t want to stop yet. Perhaps you could forgive him this one time for being a bit selfish.

The phone rings twice before you pick up.

“Hello? Simeon?” You answer the phone quizzically, not sure why he had called without warning. “Is something wr-”

“I love you.”

A beat of silence on the other end before he hears your muffled snickering. “I love you too. Did you miss me that much?”

“Mhm,” his expression eases. “I missed you a lot.”

SOLOMON —

For Solomon, he wishes he could tell you he loves you more.

Perhaps it’s because of how long he’s lived, how many faces have passed by in a blur, and how many names have died out on his tongue that makes it so hard for the words to reach your ears.

There’s no doubt that every time he’s said them that he means each and every one, but it’s hard to say when he fears it could also be the last.

He tells himself he’s being overdramatic, that you aren’t going anywhere, but it’s a lingering thought.

More than anything, he wants to be the one to hear it, and you’re more than happy to provide.

“I love you."

The words catch him off-guard.

An empty classroom, where it’s just you and him working on magical formula’s into the dead of the night wasn’t exactly his ideal situation for a confession, but you always manage to surprise him.

“Haha, is the lack of sleep getting to you? You’re free to take a nap on the mattress, I’ll wake you up when I’m done.

“No, it's not that.” You shake your head, continuing to stare at him softly. That gaze was going to kill him one day. “I just wanted to let you know, is all. I feel like I don’t say it enough.”

It’s quite the opposite.

“Is that so?” He hums, and the both of you go back to working. The sounds of liquids being poured, as well as pen scratching against paper is all that’s heard for the next hour or so before it’s broken by the sound of your yawning. “Sleep yet?”

You nod affirmatively, “I’ll take a quick nap. Could you wake me up in twenty minutes?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you, I love you.” There it is again, those three words you’re able to say so easily, as well as the one that he wants to keep hearing.

Without thinking, he takes hold of your wrist as you pass by. There’s no time for you to react before you’re being pulled down, and any words that would have left your lips are quickly silenced. The moment lasts longer than it should, but eventually he lets go, if not unwillingly.

You’re left staring at one another again, and this time it’s him that breaks the silence. “Have a nice nap." This time, the words come easy to him. "I love you.”

“Oh,” you stumble towards the mattress, face completely flushed. “Thank you.”

He doesn’t get much work done after that, and neither do you get much sleep.

LUKE —

Luke says ‘I love you’ to two people and only two people, and that’s you and Simeon.

Quite frankly, everyone is jealous of him because Luke is also the person who you’ll say those words back to the most, without warning. As soon as he comes within sight you’re leaving whoever is by your side to be with him.

Of course, this makes everyone visibly upset, but if they dare to say anything towards him it would only make you dote on him more.

He’s practically your little brother at this point, and comes before anyone else. It doesn’t matter what he does, you’re right there beside him with the affection.

Simeon feels proud to know that out of everyone else, you find him the easiest to talk to.

He’s finally done it!

After two weeks of painstakingly modifying the recipe bit by bit and going through dozens of failed attempts, the cupcakes are perfect! After hearing about how hard you had been working for the past month now with helping the student council committee prepare for their next event, Luke had wanted to do something nice for you.

Unfortunately, he was too young to help out with preparations, and so he fell back on the one thing he had tons of confidence in: baking!

Seeing as Barbatos was also helping out with the planning, he hadn’t been able to ask for help, and so he went in completely blind in trying out a new recipe, trying to incorporate your favorite flavors into the multiple small treats.

Now, all that’s left was to package them and bring them over to you. Thankfully, Simeon had informed him of what times your breaks were at, so if he rushed a bit he could get there just in time!

With hurried hands and quick steps, Luke pokes his head into the council room, quickly spotting you sitting at one of the seats, surprisingly not surrounded on all sides by demons. It seems they were arguing with each other about something — typical.

Making sure no one spots him, Luke rushes to your side, careful none of the contents in his box topples over.

“Luke? What are you doing here?” Your face brightens as soon as you see him. "The meeting doesn't end for another two hours."

“W-Well,” suddenly he feels incredibly shy. “I heard you were working really hard for a while now so uhm,” he holds out the box filled with treats. “I baked you some cupcakes to make sure you didn’t get tired!”

You blink, and he’s afraid you might actually start crying (hopefully from joy, but he’d rather you not cry at all).

“Luke!” You wrap your arms around him at the speed of light, and it takes all of his agility to make sure you don’t crush the box at the same time. “Thank you, you’re so sweet, I love, love, love you!”

“I-I-I love you, too! Now please stopppp! The treats will get crushed!”

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moodyhaaze · 10 months

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❛ when you run into your ex… ❜ pt2 — younger bros

synopsis. it’s been years since you’ve seen your ex. but on an excursion to your hometown in the human world with your boy, you run into them…

tags. headcanon | slightly NSFW | gn!mc

< part 1 - older bros | part 3 - dateables >

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚

— 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍

I think would be pretty stoic about it because he knows you’re his. Doesn’t feel the need to even spare a glance at your ex… Until they do something stupid like approach you and place a hand on your arm. Then Satan is stood between the two of you telling them to fuck off. He gets pretty mad pretty quickly, saying things like “Touch them again and you’re dead!” while his horns begin to peak through his hair. It takes all of your strength and persuasive abilities to convince Satan to leave with you, but you’re finally able to get out of there with no bloodshed. Once you’re home Satan drags you to his room, pressing you against his bookshelves smothering you with kisses. “I won’t let them touch you again. Only I’m allowed to touch you. Tell me, tell me only I’m allowed to touch you…” Proceeds to plow you until you’re numb and can only think of him.

— 𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎

just laughs. He keeps looking them up and down and can’t help but laugh. “This—” he says, pointing his finger at them, “This is your ex? Look at them, absolutely horrendous!” Asmo’s really playing it up, though, only because he’s actually incredibly pissed and doesn’t want to show it. He knows it’s a waste of time to get into an altercation because there’s better things to do with his time, but the longer he looks at them, the angrier he gets. “I can’t believe they had their filthy hands all over my precious darling. How disgusting,” He mumbles through gritted teeth. It’s rare to see Asmo worked up like this, but it’s oh so hot when he is. But to spare the bloodshed, you grab his hand and pull him the opposite direction. The look on his face is still pretty serious as you’re walking away, so you ask him if he’s okay. “Oh, of course I’m fine!” At least it seems he’s back to his normal bubbly self, “But I want us to stop by the shops and pick out a new lipstick for me. I want the prettiest shade we can find! Because tonight I’m going to be marking what’s mine.” His last few words spill with a certain venom that make a heat grow between your thighs. Asmo’s not letting you out of his sight today.

— 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋

couldn’t care less. Honestly. He is yours and you are is, he knows this and that’s enough for him. I think the only problem that could arise is if your ex tried to touch you. Then, all hell breaks loose. Other than that, he’s chill, though he really doesn’t want you talking to them nor does he want to. Beel won’t admit this, but what bothers him the most is the thought of somebody else having previously been intimate with you. But that just means he needs to make sure you never want to be with anyone else ever again. “Babe, I’m hungry,” Beel says, grabbing hold of your hand and pulling you the opposite direction the two of you were walking. You insist on continuing the way you were already headed, mentioning the countless restaurants and food stands on the way. “No, I said I’m hungry.” Get ready to have your legs shaking and mind go numb for the next few hours.

— 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐄

is possessive and isn’t afraid to show it. He’s too tired for theatrics like some of his brothers, so he keeps his hatred a little more low key. Like Beel, Belphie knows that you two belong together, so he has no fear of a past lover coming to sweep you away. So instead of wasting time with a brawl, an argument, or a grand show, Belphie simply grabs your arm and tugs you away as he shoots a deathly glare at your ex. You explain to him that it was rude to abruptly rip you away from your conversation, but Belphie shoots back, “So what? Why waste your time with them? We’re going home.” You try to argue but Belphie simply ignores you and continues to drag you back to the House. Once inside, your brought to the attic and guided towards the bed where Belphie barely gives you enough time to kick your shoes off before throwing himself over you for an impromptu nap. You shout at him to at least let you get comfortable, but he instead nuzzles into you, his arms snaked around your shoulders possessively. “You’re mine. You don’t get to waste our time together on your ex. We’re staying here in bed until I feel like you understand.” You figured that was the end of it, until you felt something hard against your thigh.

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cross posted to ao3.

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oceanlipgloss · 5 months

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ADORABLE TIME! ft. LUKE + MEPHISTOPHELES’S BROTHER

Mephistopheles's little brother likes sweets, and Luke makes a lot of sweets. What if he shared some sweets with him and they became friends?

If the brother is the naughty, cheeky type, he and Luke would not get along well at first. Luke would have to keep lecturing him, and he would probably keep pestering Luke to make sweets for him, too. But as time goes by, the cutest friendship ever blooms.

It would be so cute and truly on par with Diavolo's wishes. A demon child and an angel child playing together, eating sweets together, talking together, being friends together.

Mephistopheles would sometimes chime in on their conversations, and sometimes he would just watch them from afar with a smile <3

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misc-obeyme · 1 year

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Forgetful MC Part 2

Okay here is part two of an MC who is forgetful, this time with the side boys! Not including the three newbies, as I haven’t met them yet. Luke’s part is strictly platonic, of course, though these are generally not romantic anyway.

GN!MC

Warnings: MC is forgetful. Since this is based on things I personally struggle with, there may be some ADHD symptoms in there, too, as I have that as well. Please let me know if I should add anything else here!

Diavolo

Hears from Lucifer that you are a bit forgetful and absentminded. Finds it completely adorable. Thinks this is a cute human trait that you have.

Turns out that Diavolo understands your struggle. Forgetfulness solidarity. What would he do without Barbatos to keep him on track?

He actually gets excited if you’ve forgotten something he told you about because now he gets to tell you all about it AGAIN! You’re adorable, MC.

If he puts you in charge of some event, as he is known to do, he will write you little lists of things you need to remember relating to said event. Writes them all by hand and delivers them to you in person. If you misplace them, he has extra copies.

Barbatos

Everyone knows this guy is the exact opposite of forgetful, so when it’s brought to his attention that you struggle with remembering certain things, he is on it.

Reads your mind. Even if your mind is blank. If you’re sitting there, trying to remember where you put something or if there was something you needed to do, he will be able to tell you exactly what it is. How does he do that? We don’t know, he’s a butler that can time travel.

Makes you a special tea blend with herbs that are known to improve memory issues. Since he knows you forget to drink it, Barbatos makes it for you pretty regularly. Trust him on this, MC. A good tea blend can fix all kinds of things.

Loves to bake with you, but keeps an eye on what you’re doing so you don’t forget important steps. Gently redirects you to the correct thing if you’re about to mess up because you forgot something.

Simeon

Upon learning of your forgetful tendencies, Simeon is very thoughtful about helping you out with it. Doesn’t ask you outright if you’ve forgotten something. Instead, he drops little suggestions and hints until you remember whatever it is on your own.

Similarly, he’ll ask you a question about something he suspects you’ve forgotten, acting like he’s the one who can’t remember. This gives you the opportunity to pretend that you didn’t forget at all, even though both of you know the truth.

Simeon also loves to cook with you. He will do every step with you, reading each thing out loud from the recipe as you go to prevent you from forgetting things.

Always notices if you’re struggling with something due to your forgetfulness. Always helps you out in a subtle, gentle way to help you avoid embarrassment. Don’t worry, MC. He’s here for you.

Solomon

Probably makes fun of you for your absentmindedness in a lighthearted way. After you fail spectacularly at a spell due to forgetting the words, it becomes an inside joke with you two.

Understands that you have a slightly different learning style. When you become his apprentice, he figures out exactly what he needs to do to make sure you succeed. He won’t let you flounder, MC.

Actually comes up with systems that really help you, not just with learning magic, but with every day life, too. If something stops working, he’ll take the time to work out something new with you. Can’t go wrong with a genius wizard grandpa on your side.

If you ever tell him that you’re embarrassed about your forgetfulness, Solomon will reassure you. He will remind you of all the things you’ve accomplished. He will tell you how proud of you he is.

Luke

Follows Simeon’s example when it comes to dealing with your forgetfulness and tries to be subtle about it, but he’s not quite as good at it as Simeon is. You appreciate the effort, especially considering how adorable he is when he does it.

This precious boy is always baking you things. But of course you have a tendency to leave things behind. So if he’s got some baking for you to take back to the House of Lamentation with you, he waits until the last possible second to give it to you, so the chances of you leaving it behind are slim. You absolutely have to try these new macarons, MC! No leaving them behind!

Holds your hand whenever you go anywhere together because he doesn’t want you to get lost. You don’t have the heart to tell him that it’s only when you go somewhere new, so you just let him lead you around.

Probably gives you extra blessings if he’s worried about your absentmindedness causing you trouble. Luke can’t help but worry about you.

masterlist | part 1 with the brothers | Thank you for reading!

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