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2smolbeans · 7 months

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I am OBSESSED with your Obey Me writings. Would it be possible to something where one of the brothers (or others) disguises themselves as someone else in order to sleep with their darling? Imagine if you tried to run away and they're still trying to make you love them so they know they can't just force themself onto you, but at the same time they NEED your body. Maybe it's even a continuous thing, imagine the horror if every new lover you take on turns out to be them. Over and over again you try to run away but end up running right back into their arms. The gaslighting potential is perfect for a yandere who wants the more subtle approach.

ANONN THISSS 💖💖 Also sorry this took so long to finish 😭

A Demon Inside The Church

Yandere Satan x Antro/mythologist reader

Tags: Religious themes, gaslighting, manipulation, minor nsfw depictions, stalking, impersonation, minor character death, deception, body marking, paranoia, attempts at escaping, Mc has a crush on someone, branding pact mark, possessive behavior, isolation.

*This is unedited and long

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You weren't always a superstitious person. In fact, you were a person of science, an atheist. However, you were always fascinated with what stories life had to offer, its history, and, as of recently, its beliefs. Mythos, urban legends, and religions- it had caught your eye when your philosophy professor had mentioned them in his typical lesson. A one-off mention, but you decided to look more into it. For some reason, it had unlocked a childhood memory of when you used to read Greek mythology back in middle school.

As of late, you started going to the church near your university campus. You weren't Christian, and by no means did you believe in an afterlife. But you were curious about Christianity and its beliefs. In the beginning, you weren't fascinated with the repetitive worship music that sounded the same. If anything, you had a hard time staying awake as the singers kept repeating the same words and phrases over and over.

But it was worth staying as the sermons would begin after. Each sermon teaches a new belief, a new lesson, a new verse. You were in awe with how the pastor would passionately preach his words, the things you'd learn about the people in the church.

It made you curious about what it would be like to study and record the cultures, religions, and traditions of people around the world. After all, if just learning and investigating your typical local church from an academic point of view was enjoyable, imagine the possibilities of branching out! Maybe perhaps becoming an anthropologist wouldn't be so bad.

You balanced it out, your school, and then your church. For once, everything felt like it was in place, you had reconnected with your old passion, recognizing faces, making acquaintances. You were truly happy.

Funny enough, you even met this guy who happened to be around the same age as you.

Brown eyes, brown hair. He was an average looking guy, nothing made him stand out. You didn't know his name, or if he went to the same university. But every Monday at exactly 3am, he'd show up and read at the library. It was interesting- he was interesting.

Like the bored nerd you were, you started speculating in your head. Why did he always appear at 3am? Was he perhaps a ghost that would only appear in the witching hours? A vampire that walked amongst the earth when it was dark? A low ranking angel who liked to relax in the church?

Of course these were all just make believe scenarios. You had a tendency to make up backstories or scenarios about recurring people. You weren't much of a talker or socializer, you didn't have a lot of close friends, but for some reason you had a bit of courage to go up to the man and talk to him. Though funny enough, the moment you approached him, he was already smiling at you, patting a chair next to him.

Awkwardly shifting your way towards the brown haired male, not expecting him to even acknowledge you. You sat down, trying to muster up any words. But soon enough, you calmed down as he spoke, his warm eyes comforting you as he let out a chuckle.

"Hey, no need to be nervous! I'm just chilling here"

He pulled out the chair for you, his chin resting on the palm of his head as he had a small grin on his face.

"Nono- uh, I'm not nervous..Just uhhh- sorry I don't know..”

You trailed off, unsure of what to do in the small talk.

"It's fine, no sweat! Anyways It's kinda nice talking to you for once"

"Sorry? Wait, do I know you?"

You let out a chuckle, feeling your cheeks heat up from the embarrassment that began to creep up.

"Well, I mean I dunno? I mean if you're wondering how I know you, I just see you around class here and there"

You perked up, accidentally raising your voice from your excitement, immediately covering your mouth with your hands as you apologized.

"WAIT SO YOU- Oh shit sorry..Wait so you also go to Morninghaven?!"

"Always have~"

The two of you talked for hours. By the time you both parted ways, it was already six in the morning. Little by little the two of you got closer, eventually getting each other's numbers and sitting together during each lecture. Apparently, he just liked going to the library at 3am because of how empty it was.

It was funny how the both of you had so much in common.

Damien was his name. That brown haired geek, Damien. It had been at least 5 months since you've known him, and you hated to admit it, but he was the first close friend you've ever made in a while. He indulged in your hyperfixations, listening to your rambles while he also returned the favor. He was talkative, always sure to give a long answer to something so small. Even if you were to ask him about his favorite color, he would somehow turn the conversation about the meaning and ‘biology’ about colors.

“Why do you do that?”

You suddenly asked him, sipping at your drink as he sat across from you.

“Do what?”

You swayed your legs back and forth, the height of the bar stool keeping your feet from touching the ground. Listening to the jumbled up conversations that warmed the cafe, you stared at Damien. Smiling while feeling flustered, eyebrows perked up, your voice perked up - you let your mind speak as you put your drink down.

“We always talk about something small, and somehow it devolves into a whole essay of a conversation about big things!”

You exclaimed, gesturing your hands, hoping that it would help aid your poor choice of words that you thought you made.

“Oh sorry..My bad…”

“Nono! It’s not bad! I’m just wondering why? I thought it would just bore you..Or that I was boring to talk to..”

You deflated, sinking down to your seat as you sipped your drink. Damien leaned forward out, ready to retaliate.

“What?! What are you saying?”

“..Do you just ramble because I don’t bring much to the conversation..?”

The both of you stayed in silence. You were trying to hold back a laugh as you purse your lips, while Damien had a deadpan smile.

“....Stay still. I’m gonna slap you”

Immediately, Damien began to reach for you from across the bar table, nearly knowing it down as you slapped away at his hands from touching your face. You were laughing hysterically while Damien muttered to you to “stay still damn it!” and “This is what you get for being such a dumb dumb!” while he continued his efforts.

“What! Gahh! Stop!!”

“Fine, fine! But y’know, have you ever thought that maybe I like rambling to you because I want to talk more with you?”

…Being around him was one of your favorite things throughout the day. He was just so warm..So comfortable to be around. He made you feel wanted, something that you haven't felt until you met him.

"Are you an angel?"

His voice pitched from the other side of the call.

"Pfft what?! That's so random! What is this all about?"

You playfully rolled your stomach onto the bed, your feet up in the air while your legs kicked up and down slowly.

"I'm serious. Are you?"

Rolling his eyes, Damien let out a smug smirk.

"I dunno, depends on you"

You'd be lying if you said that you didn't have some sort of attraction towards Damien. Sure, it was a small crush, but you were happy with the friendship you had with him. You didn’t care if he had gotten another partner or if he didn’t share the same feelings. You were just happy being with Damien who liked talking to you.

Though, you were wrong about that. Ironically, after a week of not seeing Damien. He had actually opened up to you about his feelings towards you. Telling you how he needed a break from spending time together, how he had realized he was slowly falling for you - how he didn't want to ruin the friendship between the two of you. He was scared to see you once he realized how strong his feelings were towards you. After that, the two of you started dating. The relationship felt strange at first, but you weren't complaining. Whatever you needed, Damien was there. When you were sad- Damien was there to comfort you. Whenever you walked to class, he was always right by your side.

It's always been like that, even when the two of you were just friends. But didn’t Damien also have friends to hangout with as well? He'd always go out with them every now and then, and you'd be left on your own whims.

But now?

There wasn't a time where Damien wasn't by your side.

Another thing you've noticed about Damien was that his temper sometimes got the best of him. When it came to the smallest of things- an ant crawling on one of his books, when you would hold your bible close to your chest, how you sometimes looked at other people for ‘too long’. He would either scoff or nearly pop a vein on his head.

How possessive he was towards you, always kissing you and holding you close. Sweetly convincing you to come back to bed, to always look at him, that he adores you too much for you to leave so soon. Bad mouthing the acquaintances that would take up your time from him. Jokingly wishing that they would drop dead or fall ill so that you could focus on him more.

The way he was prideful and rough he was whenever the two of you would be alone and intimate. His hands all over you, his teeth nipping at every inch of your skin. Almost as if he was in a hurry to get those marks all over your body. How he’d mutter those words into your ear, repeating it like a prayer while he shoved your face to whatever surface there was. How beautiful you looked to be ‘finally his’. How sharper his nails would feel whenever he grabbed your hips. The way he would rhythmically pump into you repeatedly, always in a trance with the purpose of cumming inside you. Always lovingly belittling you whenever you cried from the overstimulation, out matching your stamina in an inhuman amount.

It was weird how he never let you look at him whenever the two of you were doing those sorts of things..Was he trying to hide something?

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"How come you never let me see you whenever we do it?"

"...I don't want you seeing something you might not like.."

"Aww.. You know I love every part of you.. "

He hugged you, resting his head against the crook of your neck.

"If only.."

He was controlive over the little things you did.

“Why don’t you wear this? I don’t want people staring at you..”

“You have some time, right? So why don’t you just come with me instead of them?”

“Are you asking me to lock you up in this room? No? Then why are you making it so hard to just listen to me?”

He was always demanding to know where you were and what your plan for the day was. Making sure he had tabs on your daily activities.

Now that you noticed it, Damien was more..Dry. Sophisticated. Calculative. Sure, he would be somewhat expressive, smiling, and softly speaking. But, back then, he was more loud, more..Different. You felt so alienated from him at times. What happened? You couldn’t put your finger on it.

Was Damien always like this?

Damien even stopped going to the church. You found it weird since Damien loved going to church with you. It was the place you first met each other. He loved how you would study the pastor's words, making serious notes about the lessons. Sitting right next to you as he also made notes regarding the philosophy of Christianity. You were a church duo, even though the both of you weren’t religious.

But now..Damien hated it. Often complaining how annoying the pastor was with his scriptures. The thing he onced loved became the thing he despised the most. He was once friendly with the pastor. Now, you only find him staring eye to eye with the pastor, stoic towards his words.

"Be weary of the sweet temptations of the world. For Satan is cunning, speaking with honeyed words, luring you into damnation."

"But folks, we have to remember this. There is no need to fear him! He is dethroned, casted away by god. We must always declare his defeat. That is how we remove the authority of the enemy.”

You swore from the corner of your eye, and you saw Damien grin from that statement - as if it was personal to him. The next day, the pastor fell severely ill, according to his wife. You were worried, of course. You talked with the pastor here and there, and you wanted to at least send some medicine or soup for the poor man. Damien, however, just laughed at your attempts, hugging you as he pushed his face against your chest. Calling you adorable for ‘wanting to bother the old nut’.

You had a dream a few days later. You were in the church library, alone. Everything was distorted, books meshed together like liquid, people’s faces blurred out. But, Damien was there, waiting for you. The sweet angelic Damien you knew from the past, smiling and patting a chair that was next to him.

“I missed you”

Before you could say anything, you woke up. You couldn’t place on why you were feeling the way you were feeling, but you were incapable of holding back the tears from flowing. It was like you were grieving over a dead person. But, really- you were sad over nothing.

You were slowly getting paranoid over the small things that were starting to recur. Whenever you walked outside, there was always an owl there- it’s neck following your movements. The small whispers that you swore you could’ve heard calling out to you. The hands that would wrap around your waist whenever your back was turned. Your bible and church notes trashed or missing. The bite marks that would appear out of nowhere when you would wake up. Your mind pulled into a trance whenever you would stare too long into Damien’s eyes. The dreams..How your memories were vaugely replaced little by little with someone else you’ve never encountered.

The worst part was, your mind accepted it as normal - your body seemed to relax at the thought of it. But it wasn’t normal, you knew that.

You had a slight theory in your head, a terrifying thought that brought you shaking whenever you questioned its validity. Was this even Damien? He was acting so fucking weird ever since he disappeared for that week. Everything was just so odd. Like you were cursed by an unknown force. What if this wasn’t Damien? What if Damien was missing and you were dating some skin walker? When you knew Damien, he felt so warm and comfortable to be around. Now, if anything- it often felt too possessive, lustful- intense when you were with him.

It didn’t help when you found that mark behind your back.

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“Hey..Babe, what is this?”

"Oh that? Yeah, you're weird. I told you going to that party was a bad idea, but you didn't listen. You should've seen my face when you showed me it! Why did you think getting that tattoo was a good idea?"

But it wasn't a tattoo. The more you looked into the strange mark on your back, the more concerned you got. It was green, almost glowing. A demon marking.. A ritualistic mark that bonds you to the demon who claimed you as their own. You've read about this. The mark was equivalent to a proposal, promising an afterlife full of happiness in hell. What party did you even go to?

When did you get this?

"I don't know hun..You just showed up with it"

How the fuck do you get rid of it? Fuck, did you have to get laser surgery?

"Honey, calm down. It's not that bad. It's just a tattoo. Plus, I think it looks wonderful on you"

Nonono, you don't want this. Why was there some fucking satanic pact mark on your body?

"Maybe you should stop reading those books..Or maybe just take a break from the whole demons and angels church thing."

Why was this on your body?

"Honey, you know there’s no harm in it right? I think those books are starting to get into your head.."

Maybe...But still it was fucking creepy! But nonetheless, the constant studying and fixation of demons and hell were starting to tire you out. Maybe, you should focus on your assignments more..

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Time passed and it had been at least a year since you and Damien were dating. You were in your final year until graduation, and surprisingly- things were going smoothly. Though your paranoia worsened. You had tried to remove the mark behind your back, even paid for laser surgery to remove it. Explaining to the dermatologist that it was an accident tattoo. Though when the mark was removed, it appeared the next day- as if it completely healed over the treatment.

The relationship hadn’t changed..Damien was still possessive and greedy for your affection. However, Damien was somewhat back to his old self…Somewhat.

Thinking about the past, the stalking, the mark behind your back- it had brought an old familiar feeling back. The church, you wanted to go back and attend it. To at least say hi, for old times sake. To get some answers- some comfort about your fears. You contemplated on bringing Damien, but ultimately heavily decided against it. So you went at night, opening the doors to be greeted with the warmth you were once familiar with.

You smiled as you saw the pastor on the stage, cleaning up and checking up on the instruments for the worship band.

“Sir! How are you? It’s been so long”

The pastor walked towards you, extending his arms out to you as he smiled.

“It’s been so long! What happened? I thought you moved!”

You chuckled, hugging him close as you embraced him, enjoying how cozy he felt.

“Nono! Of course not! Things just got in the way. But I’m glad you’re still here”

The pastor stepped away, eying you up and down, wanting to say something before holding back as he motioned you to follow him. Walking behind him, you both ended up in the office that was located in the basement of the church.

“Sit, I want to talk to you about something”

He sat down behind the table, rummaging through the wooden desk, looking for something as you sat across him.

“I’m a bit worried for you. You disappeared for a while..Something seems off about you..Is anything bothering you?”

You sat quiet for a bit. Should you mention the mark? You wanted to, but you were scared with the answer that would come out. So you didn’t mention it, but you mentioned the other instances you felt when something was wrong.

“Well..I felt paranoid. Whenever I’m not looking it felt like someone was there, touching and whispering in my ear..There’s always there..Like-”

“An unease? That the room feels a lot heavier?”

“Yeah..Exactly like that..But it’s no longer like that! Sure it’s here and there, but it’s really nothing”

The pastor just stared at you. Biting his lip before handing you two things. Anointing oil, and a bottle of holy water..

"I think you should take these. The anointing oil will help protect whatever room, person, or thing of yours"

You took it, examining the items as he continued speaking to you.

"With the oil, you just take a bit of it on your finger and draw a cross on it. It's best that you say a prayer before it"

You nodded your head, smiling as he continued.

“I plead the blood of Jesus Christ over this room. I pray and demand that any spirits in this room be gone in the name of the lord. That this oil that is anointed with the holy spirit will shield and protect me from Satan.”

"Like that?"

Smiling, he gestured his hands, telling you to hold the items close to you.

"Of course! And with the holy water..Well I'm assuming you've watched a bunch of horror movies haha!"

Thanking the pastor, you eventually made your way back home. Promising that you would keep in touch with him as he ushered you outside the doors. When you finally arrived at your dormitory, you let out a scream as Damien stood in front of you.

“Jesus! Damien! Don’t just stand there!”

“Where were you?”

Oh right, you didn’t tell him..

“I was just out running some errands, walking around, sorry I forgot to tell you..”

You felt more worried about him finding out about going back to the church rather than his concern for you.

“Are you lying?”

You exclaimed as you dropped your bag, patting his shoulder as your lips stretched out to a thin line.

“Damien..I would never lie to you..”

You almost felt guilty for deceiving him, but you didn’t want him to know.

“..Well, let’s go back to bed okay? The bed felt cold without you..So please?”

He pleaded with you, turning off the lights, guiding you to the bed short after as his hands grabbed onto yours.

“Haha, of course.”

“I love you so much..”

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You’ve been thinking about it, using the oil and holy water. When Damien was gone for an hour to do an exam, he needed to pass. You, who were free from all of your work, decided to open the anointing oil. Putting a few drops of the oil on the tip of your finger, you anointed the room. Drawing a cross, as you said a small prayer.

Maybe one or two more would be best? You thought of nothing of it. It was just a gift, something that you wanted to try. Something that would perhaps ease your fear. Nothing would come out of it.

But something did.

Damien had a severe headache and reaction the moment he stepped in your room. Groaning in pain as he nearly fell to the floor. Clutching his head in pain as the ungodly sounds of wheezing came out of his throat. You were terrified as you saw Damien try to get ahold of himself. Whispering to himself while you stood there, frozen.

Adrenaline rushed through your body as a million thoughts went through your head. He was just stressed, right? He just came back from an exam, maybe he's tired. You tried to rationalize your extreme theories to calm yourself down. But even then, a few words had slipped out of your mouth - unconsciously wanting to test out your theory.

"Get behind me Satan."

He knelt as he stared at you in disbelief.

".......What?"

Your voice shook in fear, your eyes furrowing as you stared at your boyfriend.

“You heard me. Who are you?”

Fixing his composure, Damien looked at you concerned. Cautiously approaching you while also keeping a safe distance.

“Honey, what are you talking about? Calm down okay? Take a deep breath, I was just a bit stressed from staying up all night”

You sneered as you were quick to grab the holy water from your cabinet, loosening the cap as you raised your voice.

“Cut the shit. G-God..What did you do to Damien?!”

Tearing up, you shouted as you splashed the holy water at him. Making sure to throw a large amount towards his face.

“Honey what are you talkin- FUCK!”

He sneered in pain, cowering down as he tried to cover himself. Now you were panicking as your theory was confirmed. You had almost felt bad, stupid, delusional even. But now? Your fight or flight senses were triggered.

“W-Why did that hurt you?! HUH?! T-TELL ME!”

You waved the bottle frantically. Your eyes widening as you saw his skin burning in agitation from the water that hit his skin. He tried to excuse himself, to save whatever grace he had. But you weren’t having it. Screaming out scriptures, dousing him in holy water- you had eventually revealed him for what he truly was.

Blonde hair, curled horns protruding out of his head, the sharp tail that moved side to side swiftly. He wasn't human. This wasn't Damien.

“This hurts you! You’re..A demon..In the name of the holy-"

But before you could finish your sentence, your prayer, your last ditch effort to handle the situation, he interrupted you. Rushing towards you he pinned you against the cabinet that you were standing behind. His hands gripping onto the edges of the wood, your body sandwiched in between the hard surface and his chest. With nowhere to escape, you tried screaming- but he was quick to wrap a hand around your throat, threatening to squeeze deathly tight, warning you to keep quiet.

“Are you finished? I could kill you right now and take you with me for all eternity. But I would rather take my time and not hurt you... So just be good for me, okay?”

You nodded your head frantically, trying to speak as your words were whispered. He eyed you, loosening his grip around your neck.

“Why? Why are you doing this? Who are you?”

In awe, his lips softly kissed your cheek, trying to comfort you as you teared up from fear.

“Aww..Love..Well, it’s obvious isn’t it? Satan, that’s who I am. I know this is a lot for you but, I want you to know that I love you. Okay?”

Satan.

Satan?

The demon that replaced Damien, the one who made you breakfast everyday. The one who was jealous whenever you dared speak to anyone. The one you gave your virginity to..?

Satan himself was in love with you? Satan, the prince of darkness, one of the rulers of hell- was here professing his love to you. How long has he been using Damien’s face for? Where was Damien if he was taking his place?

“Where’s Damien then? What did you do to him?”

You asked, your lips shuddering as you thought about him. If he had disappeared, then..

“Don’t worry about him, he's fine. Better than how he was wasting his life away before”

A surge of panic coursed through your body, your hands instinctively shoved Satan away with all of your strength.

“YOU KILLED HIM?!”

Unfazed, he sighed as if you were overreacting. His palms reached out towards you, telling you to calm down from your outburst.

“Now, he wasn’t in any pain. He didn’t even see it coming, so don’t worry about him. Afterall, he became the sweet angel you always thought of him as. So either way, everyone benefits in this situation”

Your jaw clenched as your eyes wavered at the demon who stood in front of you.

“I’m not going to hurt you...I’m not doing this for the sake of destroying your life. In fact- I’m doing it for the sake of making it better! I love you, you don’t understand - I need you. You fascinate me - you're the only human on this earth I deem tolerable!"

"I had to do it, I know it’s hard for you to understand, but Damien was just a nobody in your life. There are lots of people like him out there in the world. So please, just think for a moment."

You recoiled as you felt his sharp nails softly outline the curves of your face. Cringing as you stood there fear, hearing his insane ramblings.

“You’ve read about me. Studied me. Talked about me. You were just as interested in me as I was for you. Don’t you think that's special?”

Bitterly, you spat at his face.

"I want you gone. Out of my life. I will never love you- you'll never have me. Get out."

He looked at you, almost remorseful as you glared at him- only to then smirk and roll his eyes..And with that, he disappeared in a blink of an eye. For a good year, even until graduation- you never saw him again. It was almost as if he never existed.

All the messages, the call histories, everything- they were gone.

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It had been a few years ever since he stopped approaching you, only deciding to watch you from a distance. Hiding in the shadows, lurking in the small corners of your home, he admired you.

It drove him mad when observed your cute little attempts at avoiding him. Always wearing that small cross around your neck, never interacting with anyone outside of the church. Praying everyday on the edge of your bed before you go to sleep, hoping to ward him off forever.

You were such an adorable little sheep. So desperate to keep him away, not knowing it only made him want you more. Every night he watched you, hungrily devouring your body with his eyes, enjoying how meek you've become. He wanted to take you right then and there, surprising you with his presence when he would emerge from the shadows. How would your face look in fear? Would you scream at him? Attempt to perform an exorcism?

Would it be enjoyable watching you break down from the spot? Hearing you whimper when he would corner you. Watching you plead for him to leave you alone. The slow burn of you fearing him, only to reach out to him out of desperation when he's hovering over you.

You're starved aren't you? Lonely, and starved for an ounce of emotional attention. You haven't been talking to a lot of people lately, even when you're in the illusion of safety when you're in the church. He felt so bad for you, yet so eager for you. All vulnerable and alone..You're still sad about that human boy weren't you?

That's okay.

There was nothing a new face couldn't fix.

Sooner or later, he'll have you forget about him. He'll have you wrapped up around his finger. You'll live your perfect minuscule human life with him until death do you part- temporarily. After all, heaven wouldn't allow an angel with the mark of the beast into their pearly gates, would they?

A new face, a new name. He would meet you again at the church. Charming you with his words, coaxing you with his sweet voice that was hard to resist. Making you smile again, hearing that angelic laugh of yours, feeling your warmth when you cuddled underneath him.

He missed how good it felt to be with you. He loved every bit of it. How it gave him an excuse to act out on his pent up urges towards you. To have your legs so nicely wrapped around his torso, drowning in pure lust from those sweet sounds you'd make. To finally have your body all to himself.

It wouldn't last for long though.. You were smart- too smart. You always somehow found out a way to identify him through the smallest of ways. Through the subtle gestures he'd make, the appearance he decided to appear as, or even from saying an old ancient spell against him just to see his reaction. You even went as far as spraying him with holy water like some sort of cat at one point.

How intentive!

That's why he loved you. You were so intelligent, brighter than most. That's why he didn't mind doing it over and over again. Like a game of cat and mouse. You'd gain a sense of security, feeling confident that the man right next to you wasn't him- only for it to break again when you came to terms with the truth.

He didn't mind. It was exciting watching you ponder about him. It was special what the both of you had together. Seeing your face contort in pure anguish and rage when you realized that the person you had slept with, the one you had trusted your whole heart with, was only him the entire time. How you would beg, even try to bribe him with intimacy and sex- just for him to leave you alone. Pleading him to stop impersonating people and potential partners.

"But this is fun darling. Watching you break down every time~"

"I can't just give it all up for something I can do whenever we're together"

"There's really no issue here, you're the only one who's making it a problem"

"Running away, panicking for no reason…You already know I won't hurt you. I just want to love you."

"So really, when will you stop?"

No matter how much you run, he'll always have you in his arms. Even in death, you won't ever be able to escape him.

How long will it take for you to crumble and accept him? When will you stop running away from him? Time and time again, you would run away- only to come crawling back to him.

So why don't you just accept the inevitable?

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heretodefyfate · 10 months

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Damien: "please, never speak to me again"

#pkmb rejuv #pokemon rejuvenation #KArts #Me everytimes drawing Talonflame: how big are you again?#I find it funny that damien willingly carry THREE people on his Latios and then give us fly afterwards #Like. Lol. You could have given MC fly at first to avoid carrying extra person XD

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kainebell · 8 months

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ohhhohoh I cannot wait to see Mal……I want that man TORTURED and TORMENTED and UNABLE TO PROCESS THAT THE LOVE HE’S SPENT A YEAR MOURNING IS STANDING IN FRONT OF HIM….that man better be BROKEN!! his usual bravado gone!! a husk of a man in its place!!

#I eat angst like this for breakfast #playchoices #blades of light and shadow #and the reunion?? It better give MC rescuing Damien from Eros!!#mal volari

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1schadenfreude1 · 3 months

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Cain: Come outside MC...I just wanna talk

Damien: GO AWAY

Cain: FUCK YOOOU

#boyfriend to death #btd fanart #btd mc #btd cain #btd damien #boyfriend to death comic #btd comic #btd art

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seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana · 4 months

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I’ve fallen back into seduce me and I know that almost nobody knows about me anymore in the seduce me fandom but I’m here for asks on headcannons or fic ideas and I’m begging for some bc I’m just…lost in the sauce right now.

#seduce me #seduce me the otome #seduce me the otome 2 #seduce me the demon war #seduce me 2 #might write my own fics soon #I like…..love Erik and James and Sam SO much. I can write for Matthew and Damien but I gotta #watch their routes all over again and kinda get the feel for them.#but gosh I’m here for seduce me I swear. I fell into the tag again and I need write for it again.#I’m also restarting my AU fic of Mika being from the demon world and it’s a long story #BUT YEAH IM HERE PLEASE GIVE ME SOME ASKS.#even if it’s about how my MC (Michaela) would be with Erik since he’s the one

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honeybadgerdontcare394 · 3 months

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MCVerse Trixie and Katya.

Specially made for @a-usernamelol, @heyitszev @theladyofshalott1989 @scilla-aster

(Most of these clips were made pre @scilla-aster joining the squad so expect more in the future)

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fandom #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #charlie cagney #damien evans #allan waite #gilbert blythe #scilla aster

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a-usernamelol · 24 days

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Allan memes but the whole gang is here

@heyitszev @endless-starlight-legacy @the-chaotic-scilla-aster @theladyofshalott1989

#Leaves chat with this shit #hogwarts legacy #the mcverse #sebastian sallow #sebastian x mc #allan waite #mcsallow #hogwarts legacy mc #allbert #charlie cagney #gilbert blythe #scilla aster #damien evans

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coff33notforme · 1 year

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I need him dead

A/n: Hitting you guys with another Damien drabble. I actually really like how this turned out, and I wrote it to be a cliffhanger for a series so you know. This was also kind of an Au idea I had where Celine ends up dead, but I'm not going to spoil to much because I plan to write more for this Au.

Synopsis: After the years of being trapped with Damien in the endless winter woods, he finally decides to finish what Mark started.

Pairing: Damien and Gn! Reader, could be read as Romantic or Platonic

“I don’t know what you want me to say, I knew you wouldn’t be happy with my decision. So I didn’t tell you, what more is there to say?”

His tone was dim, his dead eyes watching the snow falling outside, with a bitterness you couldn’t describe.

Your eyebrows furrowed, your eyes glossy with betrayal, illuminated by the flickering light of the dying flame that sat in the cold, dirtied fireplace. Small specks of ashes and dust clung to the wall as small embers popped from the swaying fire.

The light casted your figure against the dark wall behind you. Your heart was beating so fast that you could feel it hammering against your chest. His heavy eyes told you everything, yet you still felt inclined to rebuttal his unspoken argument.

“Why? Why do you want to do this? We don’t kill for personal gain, that's not who we are.”

your tone weary, your eyes just as heavy, purple bags hanging from beneath. You looked as exhausted as you felt, every breath seemed to put a strain on your whole body, a burning, aching strain.

You knew exactly how this would end, and to be honest, you didn’t really care anymore, but one of you had to be good, right? This was just the part you had to play.

“That’s not who we used to be at least, rules change when the game changes, dear. I thought you’d at least understand that.” his voice merely a hushed whisper. A crowded silence filled the room. Before he sighed, speaking again.

“I was a good man, but I can’t be that man anymore, not here. It doesn’t matter what we do here there is no judge, because we're already in hell my love.”

His voice remained shallow, that nickname he used to sing to you so sweetly, that once made your heart flutter, now only filled you with dread.

His dark gaze drifted solemnly to the creaky wood of the old cabin, and it seemed almost like the wood creaked and swayed under his prying eyes. Damien let out a breathy chuckle.

“Do you remember when we built this cabin?” your breath hitched, his tone was filled with longing, a melancholy look swirling in his chocolate eyes.

“Yes, I remember.” you replied meekly

Damien's head slowly rose up, his hollow gaze seeping into you, tearing you open.

“Then you know, we have to kill Mark.”

Reblog this >>>> liking this

#markiplier egos x reader #markiplier egos #mayor damien x reader #mayor damien #damien the mayor #iplier egos x reader #iplier egos #damien x da #damien x mc #damien x reader

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squid-princess-teach-swallow · 2 years

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Replaying the first chapter shit ton of times so that I'd get the joker personality type as my perfect match so that I'll get this scene was totally worth it 😌

I love them y'all ❤️

#playchoices #choices perfect match #perfect match #damien nazario #damien × mc #mc: mia park

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theladyofshalott1989 · 11 days

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ "I N case you ever foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you." – Virginia Woolf

"H E ' S more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." – Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë ⋆⭒˚.⋆

⋆⭒˚.⋆ "A N D at home by the fire, whenever you look up, there I shall be – and whenever I look up, there you shall be." – Far From the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy

"Y O U will always love, and you will always be loved." – The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde ⋆⭒˚.⋆

#sebastian sallow x m!mc #sebastian sallow x male mc #sebastian sallow x damien evans #sebastien #hogwarts legacy screenshots #hogwarts legacy #sebastian x mc #sebastian sallow

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catboy-in-disguise · 22 days

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Oh hey this is MadCom OCs

The one on the left (first pic) is Damien, my OC, and on the right is Scott, an OC of my best friend

Basically they weren't intended to be a couple at first but things escalated real quick lmao

#madness combat #madcom #mc oc #oc #shitpost #funni #gay couple #lmao #sketch #Damien #Scott

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megatraven · 4 months

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Ok a funny thing just came up in my head, imagine if havenfalls finest played among us (I don't know why it made me giggle a little)

OK OK OK YES!!!!! I love thinking about lovestruck squads playing among us, it's SO fun to think about (i've posted about astoria's cast and villainous night's cast playing before) so let's seeeeeee

MACKENZIE is the scariest player of them all. she's incredibly good at sniffing out imposters, BUT, she often accuses JD even when they're not it, because they act like they are. they're her weak point. she's very good at getting her tasks done quickly, if she lives long enough to do em. that said, when she's an imposter, she's ruthless.... except when it comes to MC. she'll hover to make sure the other imposter doesn't kill her, and sneaks off when lights go out to Kill(tm).

JD is always playing chaotically. they're the crewmate an imposter will kill in front of, just for JD to turn around and defend them later. "MC was in medbay with me, we did body scan." they really like throwing people off the scent of the imposters while pretending they are one. incredibly sus behavior. they rarely ever do their tasks.

Diego focuses on his tasks, and he really doesn't like being imposter. he's the imposter that never gets a kill and makes the other do all the heavy lifting. Is known to sit in electrical making sure nobody dies, as well as checking vitals. Is usually the first one to call an emergency meeting, though he doesn't seek out the body. He's been voted out for this

Razi is also scarily good at this game. He's such a smooth-talker that he can talk himself out of a lot of close calls when he's imposter. Usually able to throw blame onto JD. He likes to sit at cams when he's crewmate to try figuring out who's where and doing what.

MC is a pretty decent imposter, but has incredibly bad luck with her timing sometimes. she'll pop out of a vent as soon as someone comes into electrical. someone will enter the medbay the moment she kills someone. still has fun overall! always dies before she can finish her tasks

Antonio usually gets voted off first for being sus when he's really just doing tasks. He's a ruthless killer when he's an imposter, but still tends to get voted out fast, even if no one's seen him near the bodies.

Vanessa! I don't really know because she's the only character i didnt read :( I think she's enjoy it a lot though, and she'd be a very good crewmate, but an awful imposter :]

But I think Annabelle would have a real blast at playing it, too, and she'd drag Damien into playing. They'll always pair together (or, Annabelle will always be with him, Mac, or MC) and help each other out. Damien won't kill her as imposter, and she won't kill him, either... unless it will win the game for her :) He's her alibi, and the rest of havenfall's finest have learned to just. not trust what either of them says about each other LMAO

if you have any ideas or headcanons abt them playing, i'd love to hear!!! :0 this is just my two cents! :]

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thatawkwardbryce · 3 months

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Dreamworld Catalogue - Encounter

Date: 01/13/20XX

Victim One:

Mark Heathcliff

Suspect:

Cesar Torres

Description of Event:

An employee of Dreamworld Entertainment is invited by a friend visiting town to come over to his work to get a gift. Tape is believed to be edited and or tampered with.

Beginning tape playback…

The video begins with two photos on screen, showing a call playback.

On the right is Cesar Torre’s High School photo, showing him smirking at the camera.

And on the left is Mark Heathcliff’s employee ID photo…he is not smiling and looks bored.

“Hello?”

Mark groggily asks, sounding like he just woke up.

“Heya Mark, are you doing good?”

Cesar asks.

(To make reading easier, we will use shortened names to indicate who is talking.)

MH: “Cesar? Why the fuck are you calling me in the middle of the night?”

CT: “Because I came to visit you but the flight got delayed a lot.”

MH: “Look right now I…what?”

CT: “I just got off my flight and can finally call you.”

MH: “...Did you seriously come here, all the way from Mandela County…just to call me?”

CT: “Of course not. I wanted to come by since I forgot to give you your Christmas Present.”

MH: “You could have just mailed it to me.”

CT: “I know but I didn't want to seem like a jerk and just mail you a gift late.”

MH: “Fine…when are you going to get here?”

CT: “Soon…Mind visiting your work first?”

MH: “What? Why?”

CT: “Come on! It's pretty close to you so you won't have to travel 10 miles just so I can give you your gift. Especially with that snowstorm coming in.”

MH: “...Fine. But if Sara fires me I am sending you home with a drop kick.”

CT: “Alright, mind bringing your old video camera to film? Your sis wants a video to see how you're doing.”

MH: “Fine. Let me just get rea-dydydydydydddddddddd-”

Audio glitches out, as Cesar’s face is replaced with Sara Covetmen's face.

The video cuts to dashcam footage of Mark Heathcliff driving to Dreamworld Entertainment.

Snow covers the streets as the radio plays “Let it Snow” before being interrupted by a Weather alert.

“Please be advised that a snowstorm warning has been issued in Erie County, Huron County, Richland County, Ashfield County, and Knox County. If you live in any of these counties, it is advised to stay indoors, light your fireplaces if you have one, turn on heating machines, and wait out the snowstorm. It is advised to stay off the roads and stay indoors-”

“Fucking Ceaser making me come out to my work during this storm…I hope he stays safe.”

Mark sighs as he turns up the heater in his car and turns off the radio.

The camera skips ahead to Mark arriving at Dreamworld Entertainment Facility. The lights were off but the front door was open.

“Seriously Cesar?”

Mark sighs seeing this.

“I am so fired if Sara finds out about this.”

He says beginning to get out and-

The footage cuts to grainy Security Cam footage of Mark entering the Lobby, taking off the hood of his hoodie as he looks around the area.

“CESAR!” He yells, shining the camera’s light around, over cardboard cutouts of the cast and murals. “Why is it so warm in here…shouldn't the night crew have turned off the heater?”

He says confused as he makes his way to an open door to the stairs, leaving the view of the camera.

It then cuts to footage from earlier, showing Cesar walking around Dreamworld. “Mark!...Mark!” He yells, seemingly looking for Mark despite calling him there, suddenly there's the sound of something falling over, and Cesar investigating, once again leaving the view of the camera.

It cuts back to Mark’s camera, walking around the halls Seaventure as he grumbles. “The minute I find him I am going to-”

“To what, Little Guppy?”

Glory asked, revealing herself hidden under the water. It is unknown what to call what Mark did as the camera shakes a lot as he makes a lot of noise. “AH GAH GHUGH! AH!...Glory can you…not do that?” He sighs, after nearly having 20 heart attacks.

“Sorry.” She giggles a bit as she raises her head above the water. “But who exactly are you looking for?” “My friend, Cesar…soon to be Exfriend when I find him for pulling this joke on me.” He grumbles. “Cesar…l-like the Roman Leader?” She giggles a bit

“Yeah, though more annoying and less leadery.” He chuckles as he looks around. “Seen him?” “Sorry hun. Haven’t seen him all night…but I did hear someone heading to Staract.” She says. “Thank you…Have a good night Glory.” He chuckles with a smile beginning to leave. The footage cuts ahead to Mark making it to Staract. “CESAR! You there?!” He yells as he exits the stairwell. Nothing, just empty halls of Murals of stars, and Pictures of Starlight. “Christ when did it get so cold? It feels like-” He was about to finish…when he heard music coming from the Theatre. “Cesar?” He begins to walk past more murals and paintings, as he walks through the doors to the grand theater, rows and rows of star covered seats empty, spotlights shining onto the stage, and at the center…Cesar, a big grin plastered across his face. “Heya Mark. Glad you could make it.” He says, tilting his head to the side as Mark and the camera stare at him. “Uh yeah…Mind explaining how you set this up-” “Oh, Sara helped me silly! She saw how great an employee you were and wanted to help me.” He chuckles, tilting his head to the other side now. “In fact, your gift is with her backstage right now…all you have to do is come here and get it.” He says, his grin growing. “...Yeah let me just get something real quick.” Mark said, turning around and beginning to walk away.

“That’s not Cesar.” He says to himself as his footsteps are joined by Cesar’s. “Markkkkk~ Come back I have a gift for yooooou~” Cesar says, as Mark goes from walking to running. The footage cuts back to Mark’s Dashcam, pointed still towards the front doors to Dreamworld, As Mark comes out of them with a large gash across his right cheek on his face and missing his hoodie.

“Get the fuck away from me!” He yells, opening the car door and shutting it, beginning to try and start it as distorted lobby music is heard coming from the open doors. Mark tries to start the car, headlights flashing on as Cesar is seen slowly walking towards him.

But quickly Cesar begins to change, growing taller and thinner as his grin grows wider.

Until finally Mark starts the car and drives off.

It cuts to later, Mark’s camera on the bed as he frantically dials 911.

“Come on come on come on!” He yells, redialing over and over again as a loud weather alert plays on TV.

He seemingly gets an answer.

“PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD HELP ME, SOMETHING IS FUCKING WEARING MY FRIEND AND IT’S AT DREAMWORLD AND-” Suddenly the call is cut off…along with the power. He quickly swears under his breath and grabs his camera and flashlight. Heading to the living room about to leave…as someone knocks on the door.

“H-Hello?! Tell who the fuck you are or so-” “MARK WAIT! It’s me Wiatt, You know from work? I…I got your call about Dreamworld.”

Wiatt could be seen a little through the frosted glass window on the door, Mark doesn’t move. Listening to Wiatt.

“I think Cesar was killed by Sara and had his soul taken, and she might be coming after you to tie off loose ends. But don’t worry, me and Damien can help keep you safe-”

“I didn’t call you.”

Mark interrupted, backing away from the door.

“What? But I-”

“I tried to call those two nutjobs who investigate paranormal activity and keep trying to break into Dreamworld…but not you.”

Mark says slowly backing away from the door.

“...Well, that’s an actual surprise.”

The voice chuckles, becoming distorted and sounding more like Sara.

“I must say, I’m real impressed, really! You saw through my disguise so easily I thought I wasn’t wearing one at first. I mean Cesar was fooled when he saw me in the Staract.” The doorknob shakes as the voice tries to enter.

“But not you, of course though it doesn’t really matter…Let me in Mark.”

The television in the living room suddenly turns on, showing a distorted warning as Mark points the camera at it suddenly.

“If an alternate enters your home, lock yourself in your bedroom, acquire a loaded firearm, and END IT ALL MARK.”

The last part is repeated over and over again. The front door begins to break as the thing slams into it, over and over again. “MARK. LET ME INNNNNN!” The door breaks as Mark runs away, laughter filling his house as he enters his bedroom and locks the door.

He runs to his closet, opening it up and looking through it for something as loud footsteps come closer and closer to his door. Finding a loaded revolver, turning around and facing the door.

Knock, knock, knock. Something begins to knock on the bedroom door as Mark places his camera on the bed, pointing it at the door as he points his gun at it.

“Marrrk. It’s hopeless Mark. We all know what happens next.” The doorknob jiggles as a distorted version of twinkle twinkle little star plays.

“I know what you love.” The voice changes back to Cesar’s voice as the door slowly opens revealing his face.

“I know what makes you human.” The video distorts as Cesar’s face is replaced with what looks like the face of the angel Gabriel.

“I know what you dread.” The voice distorts as Gabriel’s face begins to break apart as eyes open up all over it.

“Nobody is coming for you.”

Mark is heard crying as the door opens more and more. The…thing begins to smile more as it hears this.

“I…have…WON-”

“STOP OR I’LL SHOOT-” BANG.

The footage cuts back to earlier, showing the dashcam of Private Detective Damien Klein’s car, heading home as the radio plays what can be best described as…Smooth Jazz.

Only stopping as he is overtaken by Mark. “The hell?” Damien begins to follow Mark’s car, sensing something off as he gives chase. Pulling up to a stretch of road leading to Mark’s house as yelling is heard in the distance.

He gets out, pulling out his handgun from the glovebox as he walks down the road, dashcam capturing him as he leaves towards Mark’s house.

It cuts back to the…thing getting shot by something off camera, yelling as it falls to the ground.

“You…YOU! WHY ARE YOU HERE?” It yells bursting into Mark’s as Mark fires a shot at it, making it yell out more.

“I came because I saw you on that kid’s car!” Damien yells.

The thing tries to say something but Mark grabs his camera and pushes past the thing in the hall, nearly tripping as the thing roars.

“No matter, it’s already too late to help. I might as well get rid of you along with Mark.” It says as it shapeshifts into a black blob covered in eyes and teeth, laughter filling the hall.

“I have fooled the Shepherds, and I shall kill the angels.”

It laughs as Mark stands up, pointing his gun at the thing with Damien.

“Oh Mark…Do you want to know what Cesar’s last words were?” It chuckles as Mark and Damien stand in silence.

“...OHGODOHGODHELPMEPLEASESOMEONEHELPHELPHELP-” One of its mouths opened up, yelling and screaming from Cesar filled the room…only drowned out by Mark.

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” Mark fires at it as the video distorts and glitches out, ending.

Aftermath: On the morning of 01/14/20XX, Damien Klein brought Mark Heathcliff to the hospital, both heavily injured after what Mark claimed to be a fight with a demon. After their wounds were dealt with, Damien brought Mark to his home to fully explain what happened and showed Damien the footage. Mark is currently living with Damien claiming that he doesn’t feel safe at his home. Cesar remains missing.

#welcome to dreamworld #wtdw #wtd #the mandela catalogue #MC #AU #alternate universe #crossover #fanfic #fan fiction #MC fanfic #WTDW Fanfic #Glory #mark heathcliff #cesar torres #Damien klein

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erikandersonsspouse · 1 year

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hello! I saw that your ask box is open and was wondering if you have some platonic headcanons or short general scenarios for the brothers with mc. like gardening with James for example.

Platonic headcanon's my beloved! Yes I do have some platonic headcanons for the boys with mc and I'll list as many as I can think of below!

~~James~~

~James and MC love to garden together, as you've pointed out! Just taking time to weed, prune, and water the garden. Whether they work in silence, put on some music, or chat about anything at all, they love taking the time to be in the garden together. It's also quite soothing for both of them, a stress reliever from the worriers of the world

~ If they do put on some music, they absolutely dance around the garden together and occasionally fall over and just have goofy silly fun and it's so cute and platonic. (I personally adore dancing with my friends, slow dancing or otherwise doesn't matter)

~They'll also go shopping for seeds and gardening tools and that is how they now have an inside joke about the gnome in the front garden. No one understands why James and MC crack up every time it's mentioned or even see the ugly thing

~James and MC also love to just read quietly in the library together. Sometimes they'll read the same book and have like a mini book club with snacks and drinks and it's great fun for them.

~Sometimes Damien joins them and they help teach him how to read better.

~Other times, if MC has college homework to do, they'll sit in the library to either both do work or they'll work while James reads. It's normally a quiet time. James also helps MC is they need it.

~~Erik~~

~Erik loves to play the piano, and MC enjoys listening to him play. Sometimes they'll sing, sometimes Erik will teach them how to play the piano.

~They also enjoy just putting on music and dancing, it's fun and goofy and they can just be themselves.

~Erik will also rope MC into fashion shows. Whether they raid the mall and find things they feel like modeling for each other, or Erik has a few designs he was opinions on and convinces MC to try, they absolutely have put on mini fashion shows and have an absolute blast

~From those mini fashion shows come hundreds of goofy pictures saved to both of their phones, and MC very often cycles through them as their lock screen. Erik has a photo album of them saved to his phone.

~I also think MC and Erik would love to watch fashion shows or shows like Eurovision and make fun of everything together. Just two best friends being absolutely petty and making fun of people who will never know and won't care anyway. (This is mostly when one of them has had a bad/stressful day)

~They have spas days planned weeks in advance, at least once a month. Just a day they take to hang out and treat themselves.

~~Sam~~

~100% one way they hang out and show they care is MC asks Sam to teach them self-defense (or better self-defense). Which Sam is only too happy to do, even if he pretends to grumble

~These also spend a lot of time on the roof, doesn't matter what they're doing. Listening to music? On the roof with the music coming from one of their phones speakers. Taking a lunch break? Yep they're on the roof. Truth or Dare? You guessed it roof top

~They both have fallen asleep on the roof before and worried the hell out of the James, and the boys at first. Now they're used to it and will either leave them there or fetch them if they have too.

~There are also a number of hilarious photos/videos of the absolutely stupid stunts Sam and MC will pull while on the roof. Mostly Sam because he's less likely to get hurt by being an idiot on the roof.

~If one of them has had a bad day, the other will drag them to just sit up on the roof and watch the clouds. Eventually whoever is having a bad day will open up about it.

~The roof is Sam and MC's space, everyone knows that. Like a club house for the two friends only.

~~Matthew~~

~Matthew and MC love playing games together. Board games, video games, card games, doesn't matter, they love it.

~These two started a Youtube Channel where they play games together. Their videos of playing scary games are the most popular because both Matthew and MC get so freaked out and it's hysterical.

~They also have TikTok, and post the stupidest content ever. But it's always funny.

~MC and Matthew enjoy cooking together. They'll find a recipe they want to try and go shopping together. And when they do cook they often have music playing in the background. On more then one occasion a spoon has been used as a microphone as they sing and dance while cooking/baking together.

~Simon Tabby often makes an appearance when Matthew and MC play games together to mess with Matthew by stealing pieces pieces or jumping at poor Matthew during tense and or scary parts in games. Just anything to rile up Matthew and make MC almost bust a rib laughing.

~MC and Matthew also prank Matthew's brothers sometimes, never anything super mean but ya know. Water bucket over a doorway and other mundane pranks.

~~Damien~~

~MC absolutely teaches Damien how to read. Makes it their personal mission to give Damien something he was denied for so long as soon as Damien makes a comment about wanting to learn.

~They love making blanket fortes together with lots of pillows and cozy stuff and watching a movie marathon. Doesn't matter what movies, but they marathon them!

~They also both enjoy taking walks together during the warmer months.

~MC took Damien and his brothers apple picking for the first time and Damien thought it was really cool. He even put MC on his shoulders to help them pick apples really high up.

~When it snowed for the first time MC took Damien outside and told him all about snowball fights and making snowmen and snow angles. He was fascinated and found them to be a lot of fun. The Hot Chocolate MC made when they got inside afterward was really good too. They make it a tradition to have at least one day every winter where they go outside to play in the snow like they're 5 years old with no cares in the world.

~MC is the one to introduce Damien to a lot of music, due to playing music on their walks. He finds he's not really picky about what music he listens to but does enjoy when MC dances to it, and sometimes he'll join them in their dancing.

#seduce me the otome #erik anderson #seduce me 2 the demon war #damien anderson #james anderson #sam anderson #seduce me otome #matthew anderson #the friendship between the boys and MC/Mika means everything to me #Like forget the romance #though that's really good too!!#The care and friendship the brothers and Mika have alone is so special and means so much to me #they would do anything for her as seen in game numerous times #and I sob my eyes out every single time #Do I have a platonic dancing agenda?#I didn't think I did but apparently I do #Music and dancing is my favorite thing to do though #so I'm not surprised I put it in everywhere

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