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Fall Time with Them (Obey Me! Mini Fics)

This scenario is inspired by my favorite season! I live in the Midwest and am lucky enough to experience all 4 seasons in full effect here. Fall happens to be my favorite though, from the changing leaves to chilly weather and cozy nights under chunky blankets. For these excerpts, I wanted everything to have a very fluff feel to them the same way fall makes me feel:) 

I’m a bit rusty at fanfiction writing, so please excuse my grammar mistakes or lack of proof-reading! These mini fics are written with gender-neutral pronouns.

CW: some swearing, slight mentions of anxiety/depression

A Trip to the Apple Orchard

Lucifer was delighted when you asked him if he would like to accompany you in the human world this fall. 

It was always so special when the two of you were able to get together without being bothered by any of his brothers, or have plans be interrupted by his work. Even if it were only for a brief moment, your boyfriend loved nothing more than having a moment alone by your side.

“MC, shall I bring your jacket with? Or will you be stealing mine once we get there?” he teased. 

Lucifer drove the two of you there, soft music playing in the background while the hum of the heat blew against your feet. One of his hands rested firmly on your leg, the other was steering; only briefly would he move both his hands to the wheel when making sharp turns. Placing your hands on the grip he held on your thigh, Lucifer turned to flash you a loving smile at the red light. 

The car drove down a crumbly dirt road. You were surrounded by trees of changing colors; reds, greens, yellows, and even oranges illuminated the dull gray sky above. While your eyes were glued to everything going on just outside the window, admiring the atmosphere of fall time in your hometown, Lucifer drove further down the pathway which eventually led to the parking stalls just outside the apple orchard. 

“Perhaps we should take a walk down the pathway once more? Hm?” Your boyfriend smiled at you, gently caressing the side of your face with his warm hand.

“No it’s alright, we’ll see plenty more like that once we’re in the orchard,” you beamed back at him. Your smile elicited a faint blush from Lucifer. 

Getting out of the car first, Lucifer walked around to open your door for you, taking your hand in his helping you on your feet. The chilly air instantly greeted you both. You weren’t about to let your boyfriend know you were cold, not yet at least. He couldn’t win this early into the game.

The two of you walked hand in hand after grabbing a brown tote bag from the trunk; he let you carry it while it was still empty. Neither of you knew how many apples you were getting exactly, or rather why you wanted apples in the first place, but it was a classic fall time activity you had always wanted to go and do. And now, you had Lucifer with you to do just that!

You figured if Barbatos or either angel at Purgatory Hall didn’t have any use for these fruits, Beelzebub would be more than happy to take them off your hands. 

The tall man beside you was quietly taking in all the sights. There were scarecrows scattered around the plot of land, pumpkins accompanying most of them. Children ran around the orchard, giggling and smiling with sticky hands from the sweet apples. The fruit itself hung high up in the apple trees, each row was labeled with a wooden picket sign. Fuji. Honeycrisp. Empire. Granny Smith. Pink Ladies. The lot.

You squeezed your boyfriend's hand, excitedly leading him down the ‘honeycrisp’ row. These apples can be multifunctional; great for snacking but also a good choice when baking. They are sweet and usually grow to be a little larger than the average apple. . .which hopefully meant they were easier to spot and pick out from the trees ahead.

Firmly planted on the ground, you tilted your head upward wondering just how to snatch up one of those apples. They seemed so much closer to the ground before you walked into the apple row! Now the apples seemed as though they were miles away from where you were standing. 

Lucifer crossed his arms over his chest, a devilish grin plastered across his face.  He leaned down toward you and sneered, “Would you like some help, MC?”

Damn. It was already time for Lucifer’s first ‘win’ of the day. You let out a big sigh, but nodded your head yes; opening up your tote bag in response. That earned a soft chuckle from the man towering over you, who easily plucked a couple firm apples from the tree in a matter of seconds. He gently placed them into the bag, pressing a warm kiss on your forehead. He instantly frowned, noticing how cold your skin felt against his lips.

“MC, you’re freezing cold.” Lucifer pulled away for a short moment, carefully placing the tote bag from your hands onto the ground before taking off his jacket. He closed the space between you two once more and bundled you up in his jacket; it smelled so strongly of his cologne which brought a faint blush to your cheeks. Thankfully though, the cold air already made your cheeks a bit rosy. He didn’t have to know his second ‘win’ of the day came this quickly. 

Zipping up the warm jacket, he placed another warm kiss on your forehead. “There. See? Much better.”

You rolled your eyes playfully in response to his remark. 

The two of you trotted around the rows of apples for a little while longer. Chatting amongst yourselves while Lucifer reached up high to pick the apples, and your voice guiding him to the specific ones you wanted. The colorful leaves of the surrounding trees had blown over and began to crunch underneath your footsteps.

The sun had started to completely hide behind the clouds as the day progressed, causing the cold air to even start bothering Lucifer. He really wished he had layered up more. He’d never tell you that though.

You looked up during a silent moment of the conversation and noticed the tip of his nose was rosy pink, instantly feeling a bit bad about wearing his coat for the past half hour or so. Underneath one of the apple trees, you reached up and wrapped your cozy arms around his broad shoulders.

Lucifer let the bag of apples fall slack around his elbow, the other one of his arms holding you close to him. Your warm embrace instantly brought a smile to his face; which he buried in the crook of your neck. The cold from his nose tickled, but it didn’t stop you from trying to pull him closer. Trying to warm him up the best you could. The two of you stayed like that for a moment. Enjoying the comfort of each other's hold and soaking up each other's warmth.

“Shall we head home and take a warm bath together? How does that sound?” Lucifer muttered into your neck, his cheeks burning hot. 

“Good idea.” You beamed.

Fall is in the air!

♡

Begs YOU to Wear Matching Costumes with Them

Mammon practically talks your ear off trying to get you to take the hint--

“Tch MC! Don’t ya think we’d look super cool with matching costumes?” 

“C’mon, ya think you’re too cool to dress up for Halloween or what?”

“N-Not cuz I think we’d look super cute out together or nothin’... I just know this Halloween party coming up is havin’ a costume contest and I wanna win!” 

This man cannot hold back a big toothy grin for the life of him, he sort of contorts his mouth into an upside down smile trying to hide his pure excitement at the thought of you two walking into a room together as a matched set. 

Being the couple that you are, you and Mammon waited until the absolute last second to go out and costume shop together; luckily, the adult costumes weren’t too picked over!

It was incredibly busy though. Frantic parents rustled around the racks. Teenagers rummaged through the accessory bins and rushed up and down the aisles trying to find the last of something in their size. There were also plenty of people who were there to browse the candy aisles for the trick-or-treaters.

Being your first demon, it was Mammon’s duty to protect you. And totally not the fact he was a little possessive over you. The tall demon wrapped his arm around your waist and insisted it was for your own ‘protection’.

He pushed his sunglasses onto the top of his head trying to act all cool, but his face was hot to the touch when he pulled you close to his side. 

“Thank you, Mammon.” You laughed into his side while walking farther into the shop.

The selection they had was quite overwhelming. Paired with the sound of all the people around you, it was all a lot to take in. Your boyfriend instantly picked up on your discomfort, and he made sure to reassure you that he was right there and you two could leave if it got to be too much. Pressing the side of his cheek against your head, he motioned toward an empty space next to one of the emergency exits.

You shook your head no, even though it was incredibly overwhelming in the store, it was too precious to see his eyes light up every time he’d let go of your side to show you a matching costume set.

Mammon reluctantly let go of his hold on you to pick up a PB&J costume set.

“MC! Hey take a look at these two, whaddya think?” He held the package up to his face, smiling ear to ear. “Heh, get it? You’d be the jelly. . .cuz. . you’re so sweet-- eh f-forget I said that!”

Your boyfriend quickly put the set back on the rack, his face flushed red. You giggled, noticing that he was avoiding any eye contact with you by keeping his gaze fixated on the rack in front of you two.

“Or what about this?” You suggested, holding up a firefighter costume and a Dalmatian outfit. If it was even possible, Mammon’s face turned even more red; the tips of his ears were on fire.

Your boyfriend was having a blast playing dress-up with you in the shop; pulling almost two of every headband accessory off the shelves to try them on with you in the mirror. It was so nice to be spending time with one another outside the house, even if it was only for a quick errand. Mammon gently placed an angel’s halo on your head, and a set of red devil horns on his; nudging closer to you to take a selfie with him on his DDD.

Both of you laughed when putting on the spooky masks, each of you equally trying as hard to slip one of your fingers into the masks, trying to poke the other.

Some more time passed on, but you two aren’t having a lot of luck finding an actual costume to take home for the party. Mammon told you whatever you liked, he would pay for it-- even at the appalling prices they have everything marked as. He took great pride whenever he was able to take care of you financially.

“Do ya think I’d look okay as a brunette?” Turning your head to the left, you turn to see Mammon fixing his ‘hair’ in the mirror across the way.You instantly cover your mouth with your hand, admiring your boyfriend in the mirror as he wears a shaggy brown wig; but quite frankly, you were trying your best not to laugh. The shaggy style suited him quite well, but you instantly began to miss seeing his fluffy white locks. Not to miss the moment, you quickly pull out your phone to snap a photo of him and swiftly send it to the brothers group chat before Mammon has any time to delete it.

Your boyfriend wraps his arms around you, trying to get ahold of your phone all the while you are bursting into a fit of laughter. He purses his lips, trying his hardest not to laugh with you. But you and him both know he could never be mad at you; at least, not for very long anyways.

“Oi! You’re gonna pay for that!”

He pulls you into a tight hug, your back against his warm chest. Still laughing, Mammon covers his rosy cheeks in your hair, still trying his best not to let out a laugh. He was so happy whenever he got to make you laugh this hard.

Ultimately, Mammon ended up buying a wig similar to the one he tried on earlier. He also nabbed a couple of those headbands he liked on you so much and a couple of bags of candy that you wanted.

A couple of days passed and you both decided that it would be more fun to make your own outfits! The two of you managed to pull off a makeshift Tim Burton Coraline and Wybie. This was mostly thanks to an all-nighter and a look through Levi’s closet. Mammon’s brother had a spare blue wig for you to borrow too!

In the end, you two didn’t end up winning the contest, but Mammon still felt like the luckiest man in the room with you by his side:)

What a fangtastic Halloween!

♡

Goes Over the Top with the Decorating

Since living in the human world with you, Leviathan took an immediate interest in holiday decorating. 

After driving around together through all the rich neighborhoods with all the twinkly holiday lights, decorating for Halloween seemed like a piece of cake. With one of the most powerful rulers in the Devildom?? You two got this in the bag! 

It wasn’t a competition or anything. . .but he definitely wouldn’t be opposed to outdoing your entire block.

Levi genuinely enjoys shopping around in the human world, but is a little offended once you two reach the Halloween aisles of the local convenience store. He instantly points out all the inaccurate depictions of vampires and witches.

“They’re calling THIS decorative cobweb? Nuh uh, we’re going back to the House of Lamentation to pick up some real decorations…,” he huffs while pushing around the shopping cart.

Leviathan had gotten straight to work in the week leading up to Halloween night. He did most of his work while you were fast asleep, being careful not to wake you while he was making the decorations. Levi was so unbelievably excited to have the coolest and scariest house on your block-- and he did just that.

It was like the Devildom had swept over your house overnight!

Your home was completely adorned in wispy cobwebs, skulls and other bones (don’t ask how) scattered across the front lawn next to freshly raked leaf piles, twinkling purple lights ran up and down the branches of trees and shrubs that were in your yard, and even a small makeshift graveyard next to your driveway. 

“Levi this…,” you stuttered in genuine shock, almost unable to speak. Sure the two of you had worked on some stuff together, but not quite to this extent. While you hurried around your front yard in awe, Levi watched you eagerly; unknowingly chewing on his bottom lip with anticipation. His worried gaze met yours, “Oh i’m so sorry, I didn’t realize I didn’t finish my sentence! Levi this is--”

“I-It’s okay if you don’t like it, MC. Really, I know I went a little-- okay well a LOT overboard! But--”

You cut him off and brought your tall boyfriend into a warm embrace. 

“Levi, I absolutely love it. Thank you so much.” And just like that, the man towering over you melted into a puddle of normie goo. 

Nighttime crept around and you two finally got into your costumes. You finished putting on the last bits of your makeup before heading back outside; Levi really pulled out all the stops.

Some ghosts and little D’s made an appearance, floating up and around and near the trees and the freshly planted graveyard. 

To not actually scare any families away, he had set up one of those Halloween animation projectors in front of your garage door. It’s similar to the small orbital projectors you see online that project ocean waves onto your ceiling. Except now, images of silly-looking ghouls and goblins danced across the garage door to the ‘monster mash’. 

Throughout the night, Levi was always looking over at you with a big giddy smile and a faint pink blush spread across his cheeks. He’d swear up and down it was just because of the chilly air, but you both knew deep down he started to blush because you noticed him eyeing you. He was just so proud of his work and hopes you enjoy it just as much as your neighbors do.

Some of your next-door neighbors excitedly greet you as they come up to your porch, obviously impressed with all your hard work. “Thank you, but my boyfriend did most of the work…,” you reply back to them. Not being able to help the proud smile forming on your lips.

You turn your attention over to Levi, who was happily crouching down to meet the height of the younger neighborhood children. A group of them had begun to surround your boyfriend, some digging through the candy bowl in his hands while the others admired his pearly white fangs that he was showing off.

“Well, he’d better stick around for Christmas! I look forward to seeing what he comes up with next!” The older woman who lives across from you exclaims. 

Levi wanted to win over the whole neighborhood with his skills, but more importantly wanted to impress you with his dedication to decorating your home. Safe to say he exceeded your expectations!

The night finally began to wind down.

The two of you sat on the cement steps of your porch, trading leftover candy back and forth as the children began to head in for the night; enjoying each other's company while watching the little D’s and other ghosts head home too. Arguably, two king size candy bars for a swirly lollipop wasn’t such a fair deal. But Leviathan didn’t mind, he loved sharing whatever he had with you. 

“Did you have fun today, MC?” Levi asked while holding the lollipop in his mouth. You looked over and smiled at the sleepy-looking demon across from you-- he must have pulled an all-nighter. The gel in his hair started to wear out; leaving strands of purple hair poking out all over the place. 

“Yes, you did such a good job decorating Levi. Let’s do this again next year, yeah?” Leaning over, you press a warm kiss against the demon’s soft cheek before returning back to the piece of chocolate you were munching on.

Leviathan’s eyes widen and his face instantly begins to turn bright red. You both let out a quiet laugh before heading inside for the night.

Trick or treat!

♡

A Trip on the Haunted Forest Ride

Halloween didn’t feel like anything super special for Satan. Sure, there was always a plethora of black cat merchandise around. And most bookshops had some sort of promotional event for their horror novels. But being a member of student council meant a lot needed to be taken care of. Especially around the Prince’s birthday. He could’ve put it all off like Mammon did the past few decades, but Satan had no intention of being strung up like his brother.

The day didn’t seem like anything particularly out of the ordinary. That is, until you came along!

You suggested that the two of you take a trip to a haunted house closer to Halloween time. Or even a haunted forest ride!

A haunted house? Well, most residences in the Devildom seemed to be haunted, so a haunted forest ride sounded pretty fun to Satan. “Oh? Tell me more, MC.”

It’s similar to a corn maze. You go out to a dark field and try to navigate your way through, except this time, you’re being terrorized by scare actors as you work through the maze (with significantly more obstacles). To get to the haunted forest though, some of the spooky vendors will pick you up on a big tractor with a seating carriage in tow. 

Satan paid for both your admission fees, tucking the ticket stubs into his jean pocket. His eyes dart around curiously, making a mental note of where to take you if things get too overwhelming for you. 

One of the scare actors, dressed as a gory clown, hopped off the tractor onto the ground, explaining the rules of the game. Don’t venture off the pathways. No touching the scare actors. And have fun. The blonde man beside you took a hold of your hand, gently rubbing his thumb across the side of your hand. 

“Stay close to me, okay?” He muttered in a low tone as everyone began to board the tractor. “I don’t want to lose you in there.”

Once the two of you were seated, the clown closed up the side gate and the tractor took off towards the seemingly never ending black abyss ahead. You and Satan wanted to get the full experience so you decided to sign up for a later time slot, meaning, there would be little to no natural light left outside. Whether or not that was a smart idea at this point is up for you two to decide. 

The tractor quickly came to a halting stop, causing you to jolt forward into Satan’s side. Staring up at your boyfriend, face pressed against his chest, you both laugh and give each other a tight squeeze before venturing off into the woods. 

You grabbed a hold of your boyfriend's arm walking down a winding pathway. Before you could get a good idea on where exactly you were or where you were going, a loud scream came from behind you; someone dressed up as a bloody butcher was coming right after you two! Satan instantly went into protective mode, pulling you close to his chest and shielding you from the aggressor with his arms. 

The butcher bellowed with laughter as Satan hurried you two away. Having him protecting you allowed for you to try and get a better look at where exactly you were, but it was no use. Another scare actor had found you, this time it was a group of them. The bunch wore masks, peering at you two while you walked amongst the trees. You managed to pass them without any trouble though.

The next couple of pathways led you down a narrow rocky road full of animatronics. Some of them seemed to lunge out toward your feet when walking through, the others were merely realistic decorations. Satan became entranced with the feral cat animatronic, it had realistic looking fur but its meows were more like loud shrieks.

You smiled at his excitement for the animatronic before walking a bit further down to check out one of the creepy doll animatronics. Its eyes were blinking rapidly, lashes batting all the way up to her hairline.

“Are ya just gonna stand there dollface,” an unfamiliar voice sneered, almost breathing down your neck. You squeaked trying to back up, only to bump into the stranger's stomach. Before you could get a good look at what he was dressed up as, you ran away at the sound of him starting up a chainsaw. 

Hurriedly passing between obstacles like cobwebs and out of place logs, you managed to escape. 

The maze increasingly began to get darker and spaces became tighter the further you went into the forest. 

It took a second, but Satan was livid when he saw the chainsaw man headed his way and you were nowhere to be found. Your boyfriend plowed right through the scare actor, nearly breaking one of the rules in the process. His face was flushed with frustration, how could he have managed to get sidetracked in this sort of thing?

“M-MC! Where are you?” Satan called out, almost whimpering. “Can you hear my voice?!”

It was his job to protect you. To make sure you were alright.

You peeked out from behind one of the trees, unsure if his footsteps were another one of the scare actors. Satan instantly felt your presence and ran straight to you, almost knocking you on to the ground. 

“MC!” Pant pant. “You’re okay,” Satan nestled your head against his chest with a shaky hand. In between his short breaths, he pressed warm kisses against the top of your head; you could feel his rapid heartbeat pounding through his chest.

“I’m okay don’t worry-- they won’t actually hurt us in here okay? I promise.” You smile up at him before taking the two of you back onto the pathway. He gazes into your eyes with a serious expression on his face, hesitantly nodding in response.

“A-Alright, c’mon, I’ll get us out of here. Hold onto me tight this time, okay? P-Please?” Normally, these things wouldn’t have scared him one bit, he might have even found this all to be a bit comical. But after losing you, even for a brief couple of minutes…not so much.

Eventually, you two make it out of the maze without any more mishaps. Satan was still pretty visibly shaken up from what happened, so you two decided to head home and grab some Chinese take-out before hunkering down together for the rest of the night. You made sure to give lots of kisses to your boyfriend all throughout the evening as a reminder that everything was alright. That you were safe now.

Even demons like Satan get scared sometimes.

What a scary good Halloween!

♡

Spooky Photo Time!

October had to be one of Asmodeus’s favorite months.

The cool air in the Devildom meant it was just about time to swap out his seasonal closet!!!

Some of his favorite jackets from last year resurfaced, but he cleared out most of his collection this past summer, which meant that there was room for more this year! He loves nothing more than being the first demon to wear something fresh off the rack at Majolish.

Going to the mall with Asmo meant five things were guaranteed: you would be there for at least 3 hours, the two of you would share a soft pretzel and blue raspberry lemonade together in the food court, photo booth pictures together were mandatory, your cheeks would be subject to his lipstick swatches in the beauty salon, and if you didn't acknowledge each time he asked ‘what do you think of this?’ he would be pouting and ‘hmph!’-ing the rest of the day. 

Although Asmo truly loves shopping, he loves nothing more than being able to spend some quality alone time with you. He could have several fans ogling at him through the glass windows of a clothing store, but his eyes were fixated on you. 

“Asmo, I don’t think this necklace suits me the way you think it does,” you softly exhaled. It was going on two hours of this mall trip and you two had just finished up in the food court. Staring into mirrors for this long wasn’t uncommon for Asmo, but for you though, it felt like when you repeat a word for too long that it starts to sound all weird. Your gaze shifts from the gold necklace around your neck, to your boyfriend’s hands adjusting the latch just underneath your hair. His touch is gentle against your skin, he knows how badly those latches snagging your baby hair can hurt. 

“Well MC, sometimes I think you forget just how gorgeous you are! See? I fixed the necklace so it sits right above your collarbones.” He smiles back at you in the mirror, the crinkles next to his eyes showed you he truly meant what he said. “I think gold jewelry compliments your skin tone quite nicely~” He waits for the approval in your expression before taking it off and handing it to the clerk to add on to the bill. One of his favorite love languages definitely had to be gift giving/receiving, especially with you.

Normally, Asmo would have one of his brothers carry around all his shopping bags. But as long as he hadn’t just gotten his nails done, he was more than happy to carry around everything you both got!

The two of you had gotten a pretty late start to the mall today, if you were in the human world, the sun would be getting ready to set just about now. “MC!!! Oh my, I hadn’t been paying any attention to the time! We have to make it in time to the photo booth!” You look down at your boyfriend firmly taking a hold of your hand before he starts dragging you across the mall. Following suit, you laugh quietly as he does his best to weave in between the other mall-goers. 

“Asmo,” you giggle in between breaths. “It’s really okay! We can always take selfies together instead of the pho--”

“Nooooo!” he whines. “It has to be the photo booth!” Picking up the pace, you both raced against the clock to get past the black curtains and settled into the tiny booth. Asmo dropped all the bags outside the curtains before pulling them closed. You look over and see him beaming, panting between parted lips. “We made it.”

After putting in some Grimm into the slot, you and Asmo scroll through the photostrip border options. There seems to be a filter for just about everything it seems! But he ultimately selects one in the holiday category for Halloween. This border/filter option adds a classic black vignette to each photo, along with an opaque black border adorned in white spider webs. 

He presses the beeping ‘START’ button just below the camera and squeals with excitement. Your boyfriend tilts his head towards yours, and you do the same; both of you smiling big for the camera. 

Click!

He sneakily brings his hands just behind your head and pokes out both his index fingers-- mimicking a pair of devil horns. You let out a big laugh while Asmo gives the camera a smug wink.

Click! 

His gentle hands move to grab ahold of either side of your face, gazing deeply into your eyes. Your cheeks flush red as you smile lovingly at your boyfriend; he just can’t get enough of admiring your side profile in photos.  

Click!

Asmo pulls you closer to him, softly stroking your warm cheek with his thumb before pressing his lips against your own.

Click! 

Pictures have always been a big part of his life. Whether it be for modeling shoots, Devilgram posts, or just for his own enjoyment. Being able to revisit these memories stuck in time was something incredibly special to him. Now that you were such a prominent figure in his life, it was crucial that he had photos of you as well. He even kept a polaroid photo of you or you two together in his purse or phone case at all times! 

When the two of you finally got back home, barely managing to sneak past Lucifer with all those bags, you settled into Asmo’s room for the rest of the night. He had some face mask sheets all ready to go when you sat down.

“Here MC, I wanted to show you why we needed to take those photos in the photo booth specifically.” Asmo carefully plops down a photo album in your lap, it was just the perfect size to hold photo strips. “It’s where I keep all of our photos that we take in that booth!” 

Your boyfriend grins as you flip through the pages. He really kept every single photo strip the two of you had ever taken; he even kept the receipts you get from the pretzel joint tucked behind the strips. You can’t help but smile at each of the photos. Watching your outfits change together as the seasons change. New hair styles. Makeup looks. 

“Now we have one for this year's Halloween,” he smiles before pressing a kiss on your head.

“I love you, MC.”

What a bootiful Halloween!

♡

A Day-Trip to the Pumpkin Patch

It was finally that time of year, the leaves were changing color and the summer winds started to cool.

Beel was over the moon when you asked if he would like to go to a pumpkin patch together!

He was mainly excited for all the yummy foods when you mentioned the concession stands there, but he was also thrilled to be spending some alone time with you.

Even though your boyfriend is like your own personal space heater, you insisted on the both of you bringing jackets just in case

The car ride there took about an hour-- it consisted mainly of you feeding Beel snacks while he drove, a playlist you two created together playing in between the GPS directions (authors note: in my universe, Beel drives, but he prefers country roads and avoiding the highway at all costs)

Parking alongside a crumbly dirt road, the pumpkin patch was just beyond the gates up ahead!

“Don’t forget your jacket,” your boyfriend slipped your arms into the sleeves of your fleece jacket, gently zipping it up to your chest. He grinned, almost as if he were silently saying ‘I'm ready!’

Beel grabbed ahold of your hand and led you to the entrance

To the right, there were red wagons meant to carry the pumpkins around the farm. Hay bales were scattered along the plot for people to sit and relax; there were also some picnic tables spread around too. On the left side of the entrance were the concession booths, and before you knew it, your boyfriend had a wagon handle in one hand and your hand in the other

His nose led him to the sweets stand, an array of pies, caramel apples, tarts, and other candies lined the countertop. Nobody could ever out eat Beel, but oh boy did the aroma of those treats make you think otherwise.

“I’ll take 4 of everything-- MC, did you want anything?” your boyfriend asked with a toothy grin.

“Hmmm..I think I’ll have a slice of this pie here…oh! And a couple of those cinnamon twist donuts please!”

The merchant eyed you, surprised he wasn’t already splitting his order with you, but quickly got to work bagging everything up. 

Beel had already inhaled two of his treat bags before you could set the others down in the wagon. You giggled watching him wipe the sides of his face clean, reaching your arms up to try and help. Without hesitation, your boyfriend leaned down a bit for easier access on your end. Kissing his cheek as your signal that he was all good to go. “Thanks,” he blushed.

You two bopped around on the long windy path that led to the pumpkin patch behind the old barn that you passed when pulling into the farm. There were more hay bales scattered along the way, accompanied by some scarecrows and directional signs. 

“Beel!! Look!” You grinned and picked up your pace over to the sea of orange, “It’s all your long lost siblings!” snickering before checking out some of the smaller pumpkins at your feet. 

Your boyfriend was too busy gnawing on his caramel apple to retaliate at your ginger comment just now.

These small pumpkins would be a great addition to the spooky welcome mat on the front doorstep of the apartment you share with Beel.

“What do you think of these, Beel?” Gently placing them in the wagon, you look up and see his nod of approval. Delving deeper into the patch is where you see some nice big pumpkins that would be great for carving or setting out on the balcony. You kneel down to try and try to pick up an exceptionally round one, but are quickly met with no movement from the pumpkin. Beel squats down and holds onto your waist to help you back up.

“I’ll take care of these guys,” giving you a sincere smile before picking the large pumpkin up with ease. He carefully sets it down beside the pair of smaller pumpkins, making sure not to disturb your arrangements in the wagon. “This one is really nice, good find MC!”

With the wagon getting increasingly heavy with each new addition to the pumpkin family, Beel takes a hold of the wagon and pulls it around the patch as you two pick out a couple more pumpkins varying in size and color. Beel wanted to get a couple white pumpkins so that you two could turn them into ghosts.

You and your boyfriend trot back down the patch to the checkout before placing your new friends in the backseat of the car. Looking across the way, you see him buckling up the big pumpkin-- giving it a few pats on its topside before heading over to open the passenger side door for you. “I’ll buckle you in too, don’t worry,” he grins ear to ear while making sure you’re safely buckled.

Click!

Not that he doesn’t trust his driving skills, he just wants to always make you feel safe around him and do anything he can to prevent anything bad from ever happening to you. You mean everything to him.

The ride home is a lot quieter than the ride there, the same playlist from earlier is playing softly in the background right now. Your gaze shifts from watching the sunset out of your window over to Beel, his soft skin shining under the orange light of the fleeting sun. A gentle smile forms on your face, admiring his features until you see his jaw start to move and smell one of the candies from earlier. Apparently Beel got a few more treats for the car ride home!

What a deliciously sweet Halloween.

♡

A Cozy Night In

Belphie loves fall time up in the human world.

The temperature is just perfect, not too hot and not too cold. Just right for wearing a cozy sweater and fuzzy socks.

The days seem shorter as the night sky blankets over the city lights before all the shops close for the day.

The colors of the leaves change into beautiful hues of yellow, orange, red, and green.

What he loved most of all though? The excuse to shove his cold hands under your shirt and snuggle up close to you. 

“Belphie! I told you to stop doing that,” you whine through soft laughter. Your boyfriend chuckles, watching you squirm but still allow his hands to rest on your sides. 

“Oh c’monnn,” he whines back at you. “It’s not my fault you don’t wanna turn on the heat.” Belphie plants a warm kiss on your cheek before wrapping his arms around you. He rests his chin on the top of your head while you continue to place cookies on the baking sheet in front of you. 

This past week, you and Belphie spent time decorating the kitchen of your shared apartment together for Halloween. While he enjoyed helping you hang up all the things in places you couldn’t quite reach, his favorite part of decorating was being able to spend some quality alone time with you. No brothers around to interrupt anything. Just you and him. Together. 

“MC, are these things even any good? You humans seem to make a fuss over them every year.” Your boyfriend is referring to the small sugar cookies that come out each year around Halloween time, the ones with ghosts on them. You nod your head up and down in response, apparently he hasn’t noticed that one of the cookies from the box is missing yet…

Ding!

The oven chirps. It's preheated and all ready to go! Belphie lets go of his grip around you to open up the oven door, watching you with a careful eye as you place the baking tray in the oven. He closes the door back up and checks the box the cookies came in, making sure to set the timer for the right amount. When he looks down, he can’t help but smile and let out a small laugh. “What are you doing on the ground, MC? Heh-- are you really gonna sit in front of the oven and watch them cook?”

You look up at your boyfriend, he’s looking down at you with his hands in his pants pockets. You smile up at him and focus your attention back at the cookies inside of the oven. Maybe it was the warmth coming from the oven, but sitting in front of the oven like this brought you back to a child-like state of mind. No other care in the world. Just waiting in front of the oven window, waiting to watch them rise. You felt safe like this, you felt safe with him. 

Your boyfriend gently ruffles your hair in his hand before he quietly strides out of the room. You’re too entranced in the slow rising cookies to notice his exit. 

A few minutes pass and Belphie comes back with two large fuzzy blankets, a couple soft pillows, and a coffee cup mug. He lays out one of the blankets on the floor, plopping down the pillows on top of it.

Ding! 

You break your gaze from the oven and excitedly stand up to turn the oven off. This time though, your feet land on a much softer ground. You turn around and shyly admire your sleepy looking boyfriend, “What’s all this?”

He looks your way with a tired grin, “Nothing. You better hurry before you burn those cookies MC.”

You gasp and he laughs, opening back up the oven door for you while you slip on some oven mitts; carefully grabbing the hot tray and setting it down on the stove top. 

“Mmm Belphie! They smell sooo good.” Your boyfriend laughs hearing you, making a remark that you sound just like his twin brother. 

“You can sit down again if you’d like, it’ll be a minute before they’re cooled down.” He scooches over one of the pillows to you with his foot. Letting out a dramatic sigh, you decide to sit down on the floor once more. Belphie rolls his eyes and smiles, using that coffee cup mug to pour you both some milk (of your choice).

He reaches up into one of the cupboards and grabs a random plate. Gently blowing on the cookies, he places them onto the plate in no particular order. While your boyfriend finishes up, you reach over and leave the oven door ajar. The smell and warmth of the sugar cookies fills your home.

Belphegor sits beside you, placing the cookies in between the two of you and holding the cup of milk in his hand. 

You waste no time shoving one of the cookies in your mouth, Belphie follows your lead and does the same. He blissfully closes his eyes and happily munches on the sweet treat, the cookie is cooked to perfection. When he opens his eyes back up, he quietly looks over at you who is currently swearing under their breath because the cookie is too hot but too good to put down. 

He snickers to himself. It’s almost like the cookie recharged him.

Taking turns sipping the milk, the ghost cookies quickly start to disappear off the plate. While entering a mini food coma, you lean against your boyfriend’s shoulder, still chewing on the last cookie; Belphie wanted you to have it. Your boyfriend reaches over and grabs the other fuzzy blanket, gently draping it over you and moves the now empty mug and plate over to the side. 

“Thank you, Belphie.” You smile sleepily while getting comfortable in his embrace. He takes the half-eaten cookie from your hands and finishes it off for you.

Closing your eyes, you slowly begin to drift off to sleep. The comfort of your boyfriend's hold and warmth from the oven engulfing you. 

Belphie smiles sleepily, he thought that he would for sure be the first to fall asleep tonight. He closes his eyes and rubs your back, your body curled up beside him while the glow from the oven light shines down on the two of you. 

Happy Halloween<3

♡

Spending the Day Together at the Fall Festival 

Your boyfriend was elated when you told him about your town’s annual fall festival.

He had heard of these sorts of festivals through human world themed Devildom soap operas.

Never did he think that he would be able to attend one in real life-- with you!

Before the big adventure, Diavolo’s behavior was like a kid the night before a big field trip; so excited that he maybe slept for a solid 3 hours that night.

He had laid out the clothes he wanted to wear on the chair in your room. Set out the cologne he was going to have on right next to his watch on your desk. He was all ready to go!

The two of you walked hand and hand downtown the next morning.

He gently swung your intertwined hands while picking up the pace when spotting the festival up ahead.

Diavolo’s smile stretched ear to ear, looking down at you with pure joy in his eyes.

“MC, I’m having so much fun.” You let a small laugh escape from your mouth before speaking,

“Dia, we just got here!” He tightened his grip on your hand before leading the way to a face painting booth just a few feet away. 

You smiled up at the prince, knowing he probably did not get to experience simple childhood joys like this when he was younger; he felt safe enough to attend to his inner child while he was alone with you.

Diavolo pointed to the design he wanted off of the menu, sitting down on the small childrens sized stool so the merchant could work her magic. Although he didn’t need to, he closed his eyes while the woman painted a simple tiger design across his skin.

You smiled at the large man in front of you, holding onto your hand while trying his hardest to not move while the woman was tickling the ends of his nose with the brush.

Both of you thanked her before heading off, she had let him take home one of the pumpkin stickers that is typically kept out for the kids. He placed the sticker right in the center of the black shirt he was wearing.

His puffed out chest and proud smile instantly fades when he sees the bobbing for apples tub.

Noticing his body language change, you instantly place a hand on his lower back and smile kindly.

“It’s okay Dia, I know you don’t wanna lose your tiger stripes…I- I will bob for us this year okay?” You bear a grin, knowing the water is going to be ice cold.

Dia talked about this specific event so many times when you two would watch those soap operas together-- he was just too excited about the face paint stand to remember that it would fade away when wet:(

Walking up to the stand, Diavolo in tow, you place your face inches away from the water; taking a deep breath.

Splash!

You start fishing for any sign of life in that frigid cold water. You can’t see, but behind you, your boyfriend has not stopped smiling since you started. He gathered bits of hair out of your face and into his hand so that it wouldn’t get wet. 

The warmth of his hands brushing against the tops of your ear, sheltering you from the chilly fall air and any splashing water. Dia was anxious about you getting scared having your eyes closed and face submerged in cold water so he rested one of his legs against yours; making sure to let you know that you were not alone. Your boyfriend has always done everything in his power to make sure you are always happy and never feel alone, so to see you do the same means the absolute world to him.

After a couple of tries, you resurface and pant for air while Diavolo beams down at you. 

“MC! You did it!” With furrowed brows, you look up at him and question what exactly you did.

“Well…sort of,” he chuckles and gently picks something off from your face and holds it in the palm of his hand, “See? An apple stem!”

With all those missed attempts, you apparently managed to bite off one of the apple stems. He pats your face dry with his jacket, gently tapping your face to not irritate your skin. “There we go, all cleaned up.”

He frowns seeing your rosy cheeks, knowing you’re probably still freezing from the cold water. Dia rubs his hands together, gently blowing hot air on them, and softly places the palms of his hands on your cheeks. “Is this any better, MC?” Closing your eyes, you nod. Nestling closer into his blissful hold, causing a deep blush to form all over the Prince’s face. Being affectionate in public is still something he hasn’t quite gotten used to fully; he is so very thankful for your patience with him throughout your time together.

You two present the merchant in the booth next door with your lackluster souvenir, a now soggy munched up stem, in which he makes an exchange with you. A big crisp green apple on a wooden stick, covered in delectable warm caramel. 

The two of you share the first bite, each of you getting caramel on the tips of your noses and sides of your mouths. After finishing your bites, you stare at each other before erupting in a fit of giggles looking at the sticky messes you’ve both made.

What a devilishly sweet Halloween!

♡

An After Party of Sorts

For Barbatos, Halloween was quite the busy time in the Devildom. With Diavolo’s birthday and making sure all the festivities were taken care of, his hands were pretty well full. Despite the stress, Barbatos never complained. He enjoyed being a part of the hectic nature of things. 

Once you came to the Devildom though, he had a newfound excitement for this time of year. He had another ear to listen. Another voice to listen to and share opinions with. He finally had someone he could spend some of his most tender moments with. He wasn’t alone.

And now he had another person to help him taste all his creations for the party! 

Little D No. 2 was always happy to help with the taste testing, but Barbatos greatly valued your thoughts. Your thought patterns, ideas, the way you spoke…it all mesmerized him.

“MC, surely there is something else missing from this dish?” Barbatos looked to you with a flustered frown. This was going on his third hour of baking the same dish over again; trying different measurements of different ingredients and pairing it with all sorts of side dishes. It had to be perfect.

You sat atop on one of the counters in the castle’s kitchen, motioning with your hands for him to come closer. Barbatos sauntered over into your open arms, letting out a deep sigh before nestling his face into your shoulder. You could feel the light beads of sweat from his forehead against your bare shoulder, your hand gently rubbing his back.

“Thank you MC, I apologize for my behavior. I promise I’ll make it up to--”

“It's okay, really Barbatos. I mean it,” you plea. He raises his head, his gaze meeting yours. His poor eyes look so tired, bringing a frown to your face. “Oh Barb…”

Gently, you comb your fingers through his soft bangs and carefully tuck them behind his ear. Your partner's shoulders instantly relax at your soft touch, making a small smile form on his face. “Thank you,” he mutters. 

“Why don’t we take a break, yeah?” Just the sight of your smile was enough to make him melt. “We already have some great ideas for the main dish, and the dessert is nearly set…and, I know a certain angel friend of ours who would love to help.”

“I suppose a short break would be alright.” Barbatos lets out a quiet sigh of relief before flashing you a small smile. He lightly places his hands on your sides, helping you off the counter and back on to the ground below.

The two of you walk hand and hand out to the courtyard behind the castle, colorful lanterns have already been strung up in preparation for the Prince’s birthday. The landscaping was perfectly kept. Even the cobblestone pathways had been swept and seemingly untouched.

That is, until you and Barbatos made your way down to the Devildom graveyard. Being that it is the underworld, the spirits were quite the lively bunch here. But nothing compared to their vigorous energies around Halloween time. Especially in light of the Young Masters grand celebration!

The tall man beside you pulls you in a bit closer to his side as the pathway begins to narrow. His gloved thumb rubs gently across the edge of your hand. Like a worry stone, simply feeling the touch of your skin against his instantly soothed him. 

You walked with him in silence, the only sounds being made came from the light hum of the spirits surrounding you two and the sound of your partner's heels clomping against the cobblestone below as you walked further into the graveyard.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

“Are you scared, MC?” Barbatos teased. He brought your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss against your skin. “I'm right here, there is no need to worry.” Letting out a bashful laugh, you buried yourself into his side.

“I’m not scared,” you mumble into his chest.

The smell of his signature cologne filled your nose. Barbatos hummed in delight, lovingly wrapping his arms around you in response. One hand softly rubbing the small of your back. The other was gently running through your hair and petting your head.

“Good. I’ll always protect you,” the butler promises.

It wasn’t often that the two of you had a moment alone, especially this long. There was always something that needed attending to. A brother ready to pester you. The lot. But in this moment, the two of you were able to enjoy each other's company to the fullest. 

“Thank you for spending your day with me, MC.” Barbatos coos into your ear, pressing a firm kiss to your temple. “You always know how to cheer me up.”

Halloween isn’t so spooky:)

♡

Pumpkin Carving Together

This man was overjoyed with the fact that he would be spending his first proper Halloween in the human world with you! When you suggested you both should try carving some pumpkins together, he was elated. 

He was already somewhat familiar with the idea of carving food; he and Luke had practiced cutting fruits into flower shapes for a couple of edible bouquets presented at the Bloody Moon competition.  

But nothing quite like this. 

“MC…I am having trouble picking out what design to do. What would you recommend for a beginner like me?”

You giggle seeing Simeon struggle with the booklet of designs that came along with the miniature tool set you bought a couple years ago for pumpkin carving. His gloved fingertips flip back and forth between a simple black cat silhouette design and a silly looking scarecrow. The two of you are sat in the kitchen of your shared home, you figured it would be good to be close to a sink. 

“I like the cat design you picked, but maybe we should try something more traditional for your first time?” you suggest with a kind smile. 

Simeon’s eyes light up with genuine excitement as he nods quickly in response.

You explain to him that he can create a design himself. Taking a capped black sharpie marker, you point and give him some ideas of how to turn the pumpkin into a jack-o-lantern. Telling him that traditionally most people like to use triangles for the eye shapes, a square for the nose, and making sure to give the pumpkin a toothy grin.

While he thinks on what sorts of shapes to use, you stand up and start laying newspaper on the floor; bringing the pumpkins forward. His eager eyes meet yours as he grabs ahold of the bigger of the pumpkins, awaiting your nod of approval before setting it in front of him.

Excitedly grabbing your own pumpkin, you pull off the cap of your sharpie marker and begin to work your magic. Starting off with a nicely sized circle surrounding the stem, big enough for you to fit your arm through to grab all the pumpkin guts out.

Simeon has his gaze fixated on you as you begin to draw the face of your jack-o-lantern. It's in quiet moments like these when he feels most appreciative of the alone time you two spend together. He smiles at you sticking your tongue out in concentration. 

Before beginning to draw out the triangle eyes for his pumpkin, he takes off his gloves and tosses them up onto the kitchen counter. He picks up the sharpie, taking the cap off with teeth, and very carefully starts drawing. 

Minutes of silence pass by before you hear the man across you let out a big sigh. The corners of your mouth tilt upward, seeing his large hands trying to use those tiny orange tools to cut out the top half of the pumpkin. You can’t see, but there are now at least two permanently bent little orange knives under his thigh. 

“Would you like some help?” You ask, trying your best not to laugh while picking the pumpkin seeds off your slimy hands. He pouts and nods, handing you the rest of what's left of the tiny orange tools. Simeon agrees to clean out the inside of your pumpkin in the meantime. 

You are sat quietly beside your boyfriend, both working separately on each other’s pumpkin carvings, but still working as a pair. 

Simeon works diligently on cleaning out your pumpkin. His bottom lip is a bit sore from biting on it so much; working hard not to bend any more of your pumpkin tools. He places the heaps of pumpkin guts into one pile, and has been picking out and keeping the seeds in another pile. 

“MC, when we’re done carving these, we should bake the seeds! I think they would pair well with some of that soda we bought at the supermarket,” Simeon beamed. One of his favorite pastimes in the human world has been going grocery shopping with you. Did you two need more bread? No, not necessarily. Or more boxed mac ‘n cheese? Definitely not, there was plenty left in the pantry for Luke to pick from on his visits to your apartment. 

Simeon enjoyed holding your hand while going down each of the aisles together. Smirking as he would easily grab something from the top shelf for you. He loved spending quality time with you, no matter where. 

A little more time passed by and you two were finally done! The pumpkins were ready to be displayed. 

“What do you think?” You held Simeon’s heavy pumpkin in both of your hands, presenting him with his very classic take on a jack-o-lantern. He giggled and took it from your hands, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Heh, I quite like it. Thank you, MC.” 

You bent down to pick up your own pumpkin, which was now a whole lot lighter thanks to Simeon cleaning it out. Smiling up at your boyfriend, Simeon held his pumpkin in one hand and took your hand with the other, walking over and opening the slide door of your apartment’s balcony. 

There you both set down your pumpkins, their faces were facing the street just across the way. Simeon slipped back inside the home while you fished out a lighter from your shorts pockets. Your boyfriend came back out with a blanket and two tealight candles.

Simeon knelt down, opening the tops of each pumpkin and carefully placing the tealights directly in the center of each of them. You bent down close beside him, flicking the lighter and creating a small flame in each of the pumpkins.

Looking at your partner, the glow of the jack-o-lanterns clung to Simeon’s cheeks; his eyes shimmered in the warm glow of their light. Simeon flashed you an excited smile before closing up the pumpkins once more.

“MC, come take a picture with me.. I would like to post this on DevilGram for everyone to see!”

Happy Halloween!

♡

Corn Maze Fiend

It's no secret that Solomon loves solving puzzles, so when you suggested you two go to a corn maze together? He was all in!

Little did you know he’d be begging you to go to another one the next week. And another one in a town almost an hour away the week after.

Solomon is convinced he can get you two through it without a map.

And without any of his magic.

It was about late afternoon when the two of you arrived at the old farm house. Behind the old house was the corn maze that seemed to go on for miles, at least that's what it seemed like when you passed the corn field on the drive there. 

Solomon carefully parked the car in a patch of grass next to the home before getting out to open your door for you. After unbuckling from your seat and grabbing your jacket, you were instantly greeted by his warm embrace. 

“Are you excited, MC? I know I am.” Solomon grinned ear to ear. In the human world, it wasn’t such a rare occurrence for the two of you to have some uninterrupted alone time together. Still, he treasured times like these, no matter how long they lasted.

The two of you walked hand and hand to the front of the house, an older woman was tending to the garden alongside the railings of the front steps. She introduced herself before giving you both run down on the maze behind the house. The maze was something her and her husband took great pride in each year for Halloween time!

Solomon said he could get you both through the maze-- without any magic. Just being cautious though, you decide to sneak one of the maze maps into your coat pocket while he’s not looking before venturing off into the field that seems to go on forever.

The ground beneath your feet is crumbly, little rocks and pebbles nestling into the crevices of your shoes. There is seemingly no end in sight, just lots of corn.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. 

Your boyfriend is paying close attention to the twists and turns you two are taking, making a mental note before choosing which path he takes next while weeding through the cornhusk pathways. At one point, you expressed the want to lead the way and Solomon more than obliged! However, this decision was instantly followed with questions like. . .

“You think so?” “Well I’m pretty sure we’ve already passed that corn husk but okay.”

Or he would just make an audible “Hm.” sound when you took a left turn when you were ‘supposed’ to go right. Your reign was short lived, and Solomon took no time taking back the lead. At some point, you questioned if your boyfriend was solely guiding you through this corn maze based on vibes. 

As time goes on, you two make your way further into the abyss of the seemingly never ending corn. Solomon is quick to hook his arm around yours, pulling you away from any mud piles or any askew vines or stems.

“MC, you need to watch where you’re going. Do you know how devastating it would have been for you to fall in that mud puddle this far into the maze?” He beams, with the most shit eating grin plastered across his face, “Am I that distracting?”

With a roll of your eyes, you were back to following behind the tall sorcerer, you giggled each time he smacked the side of his face with one of the corn husks; the wispy hairs of the husks getting stuck in between his lips. Karma. 

The sun begins to set, leaving you little light left to figure out your way out of this maze

“Solomon, I think we’ve had our fun out here but I’d really like to be close to the exit now,” you plea.

“Don’t worry my love, I’ll get us out of here. Safe and sound.”

And you know he meant that. Solomon doesn’t like to make jokes or tease about your safety. Knowing you feel safe with him fills his heart with a warmness he has not felt in what he hates to admit as centuries. A light like you in his life is not something he could easily let go of, and he’s told you so, many times. Often while you two are drifting off to sleep together. . .

“I will go to the ends of the Earth so that I may be by your side in each of your lifetimes.”

Your boyfriend places a warm kiss on your head before ruffling up your hair with his cold strong hand. You roll your eyes and take his hand in yours, trotting forward while putting both your hands in your coat pocket. His fingers rub against yours, he enjoys when you decide to only hang onto one of his fingers instead of his whole hand. This was all part of his plan, to rile you up right as the sun begins to set so that you have no other choice than to beg him to hurry it up and thank him for getting you both out just in the nick of time.

Adjusting his hand in your pocket, he furrows his brows as he pulls the folded map you tucked away from nearly an hour ago. “MC! I told you I could get us out of here without this thing--”

You cover your mouth to hold in a deep laugh, your other hand is pointing towards the right turn just up ahead-- the exit! It was just a few long strides away!

Your boyfriend makes a quick glance towards the exit, then at you.

Immediately, without any word spoken between you two, you both bolt for the exit.

Giggling and panting once passing the exit arch, you beam up at him. Reaching up, you kiss the sorcerer on the cheek, “I knew you could, Solomon, I just was worried about how long it would take. . .”

Solomon rolls his eyes and smiles sweetly down at you, a deep crimson blush painting his cheeks.

“You are truly something else, MC.”

Happy Harvest!

♡

AN: Even though I’m nearing lesson 80, I’m still not super familiar with the newest side characters quite yet!! But I wanted to include everyone in on the fun so here’s what I think they would save for you after a night of trick-or-treating with Luke:)

Thirteen - sour sweets

Mephistopheles - chocolatey sweets

Raphael - marshmallow-y sweets

+  Writing fanfic used to be a big comfort for me growing up, and here I find myself seeking out that same comfort I felt back then. I am 21 now and have developed new fixations that I know many others out there love just as much as I do! Looking forward to being back:)