[Obey me]: MC falling in love with Diavolo
Summary: The most powerful human, overthinker as every woman is, falling in love with the most powerful demon. No spoilers.
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I remember I do, the first time I appeared here falling from the sky my eyes locked onto his with unwavering intensity. He exuded overwhelming elegance, his presence so immaculate, so radiant, so majestic. While I had yet to be informed of his royal status, it was a truth I instinctively grasped without needing confirmation.
"Skin of sand, eyes of honey, hair of fire" is all that filled my thoughts as his eyes captivated my sight whole.
"Eyes of honey" It's cold. "Eyes of honey" I'm adrift. "Eyes of honey" What strange realm is this?
The room unfamiliar, the faces foreign, the attire surreal. "Eyes of honey... eyes of honey".
Limbs frozen, fists clenched "Eyes of honey... eyes of honey" where am I?
Diavolo: "Welcome to the Devildom MC. .. Oh, pardon me. Feeling a bit shocked are we?"
"Oh... it speaks..."
Diavolo: "My name is Diavolo. I am the ruler of all demons, and all here know of me."
"Eyes of honey... the tolling of bells."
Diavolo: "And someday soon I will be crowned king of the Devildom."
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I read the other day in the RAD Newspaper that the hue of the next king's eyes, Diavolo's, is a unique emblem of his lineage, exceedingly rare even among their kin and the colours found in nature. Liars. Ever since I came here 3 years ago, It is all I see everywhere, all the time, on everything. I could swear my pupils have been coated with eyes of honey, for whenever I close my eyes, his gaze manifests without fail.
I am not naïve; I know what this is. He is undeniably handsome, a prince on the brink of becoming king. He possesses the charm, the intelligence, the chivalry, the wealth, the smile... and the eyes of a man with whom to fall in love. And I am a human raised on fairy tails. The equation might be complex but its result is unmistakable.
However, I am me. And me doesn't like embarrassment, rejection or a three realms worth of attention and gossip. It is the natural course of events to feel deep affection for Eyes of honey. But it is also the right course of events to relegate it to the realm of pre-sleeping fantasies, even if my mind refuses to adhere to this reasonable schedule.
I mean, I do feel the desire to seduce when I am around Lucifer or Mammon or Simeon or Solomon and others. Hell, I even flirted and went on dates. For the same reasons perhaps. Beauty, intelligence, talents, tact... or is it? I don't deny I was unwillingly comparing them to Diavolo all the time, I admit I imagined every flirt and every courtesy as if between me and Diavolo. But it still counts... doesn't it?
I blame this on Diavolo to be frank. Had he not summon me here to witness extraordinary power and charm, I wouldn't have invited him into my fantasies. Had he not call upon me on every events to be its centre. But then again, I AM the exchange student after all. Or perhaps hadn't he showered me with gifts, shown such care, and asked so kindly... He IS the ruler and I AM under his guardianship, aren't I? Had he not protected me so dearly? Again, he IS the most powerful. I don't know, I have no base but I blame him I do. I blame him for it all. And above all, his gravest sin remains... He looked at me with his eyes of honey.
The other night, at the ball, when we danced I could swear it was only the two of us dancing.
In the council room, when his hand brushed against mine, I could feel the heat from his flushed cheeks radiating across the air.
His late-night text and calls asking silly things amongst which is thrown the smallest sentences about how he wishes for me to be with him or for him to be with me. A future king cannot possibly be asking a human about muffins at 3am the eve of a world changing event, right?
The angry rumbling in his chest every time the demons and angels get too cosy with me?
Every time we found ourselves alone his voice carried the weight of a suffocated man in desperation of someone to set his lungs free. The urgency in his voice and the half calls for affection were real. I want them to be real.
Silly silly human. It's rather amusing, isn't it? For every time I tried to initiate even the most innocent flirtations or slightly intimate exchanges, he would deflect or evade. It's almost comical. And if not him, Barbatos or Lucifer would intervene... those sly serpents. Perhaps Barbatos sensed the impending embarrassment through his powers and chose to spare me the humiliation? AAAAHHHHH... This is so mortifying.
Whyyyyy? Why are you doing this to me Diavolo? Does it amuse you to toy with me this way? Spare me the pain and caste me away. For I cannot oblige myself to restrain from you. Be the bigger person, the adult in the room, the king in the kingdom and set me free.
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Tears streamed down her face as she pondered all of this.
Lying on her bed in the dark at the house of lamentation, she was holding her phone above her face.
On the screen, a text conversation was visible, with the name of the correspondent adorned with a yellow heart: "Eyes of honey💛"
The text read:
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Eyes of honey💛: "Your fireworks display tonight was truly spectacular. I had no idea your magical prowess had grown so strong."
MC: "Haha... Thank you. The sky was indeed breathtaking."
Eyes of honey💛: "I am sure it was, but the true beauty was seeing it reflected in your eyes."
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In the chat box, she had typed "I love you" for the first time, acknowledging it as love rather than mere affection. It was the first time she had ever written those words, the first time, despite the consequences of it all, she had seriously considered putting an end to both their agony.
To be sent? To be deleted? Who knows?
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How would the painter and bruteforce react to a reader with unique features? Something like Heterochromia, or albinism?
yet another awesome question! thank you, anon! :D
anyways no rambling this time, lets get right into this:
in terms of them just observing/stalking you for Potential Victim Research Purposes™, i think that having those conditions/features would significantly raise your chances of being their next victim
this is pretty much just because of Painter's belief that "abnormalities" (for lack of a better word) make people beautiful and his drive to make his victims even more "beautiful"
expect the way in which you're tortured/killed to reflect your condition (e.g., if you have albinism you might have bleach poured on you to "make you more pale", if you have heterochromia expect something to happen to your eyes, etc)
in terms of how they'd actually interact with you (outside of torture of course), that'd be a bit different i think
they both relate to you on some level (both of them looking a bit Unusual™ themselves), but ironically that only seems to make their treatment of you worse
Painter sees you as some sort of "rare artifact", more of an object than a person (as per usual), reducing you to just your condition and basing all of his interactions with you around it as opposed to who you are as a person
Bruteforce, on the other hand, relates to you a little more directly and seems to see you as a bit more of an equal; likely due to the fact that his own unusual appearance affects his physical health and wellbeing a little more than Painter's does (e.g., he has red splotches on his skin as a result of mild radiation sickness)
despite this, however, he still doesn't see you as completely equal, as he uses the fact that he can relate to you on some level as justification to essentially make fun of you for the way you look
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