hey!! I really love ur blog so so much rn! If you can, I'd like to request a neurodivergent MC? One that has certain foods they hate and have never told anyone since their family had forced them to try them since they were little? (Ex. Cauliflower, brussel sprouts, blueberries, bananas, carrots) and so, one day, when theyre all eating (at the HoL or just out) and they notice MC eating all but those foods on their plate? Sorry if this is a bit too specific, I just really can't write it properly for myself and i would like to have some form of comfort-
Anyway, have an amazing day!!
anon i am holding you so close rignt now this cured my writers block this is the first ask iâve got in like two months TTÂ
i am incapable of writing anything not hurt comfort so there is some âoh man im so sad :(â at the beginning but yk if u said u like my writing i imagine u kinda expected this
warning for mentions of throw up and actually eating the bad foods :(
and yes yes yes i love writing explicitly nd mcs!! i added in another obstacle to the req; freaky demon food bcs thats always fun to consider. That way u can kinda make the demon food similar to whatever food u want in ur mind, anyhow, the words u wanted;
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You push the pile of purple (purple!?) mashed⌠something from one corner of your plate to the center. First you had to go to a strange demon school where all of your peers are so much scarier and larger than you and now youâve been presented with whatever the hell this is for dinner.
You think Leviathan (Levi â it feels so odd referring to him so casually having just met him) was the one that made it. There was a protein on the plate, you ate that with no issues, but.Â
Urgh. This?
Itâs your second night sleeping in the House of Lamentation and you donât feel nearly comfortable or safe enough to get a snack on your own, especially at night. Youâve had such a long day at RAD and your body is dying for some food.
Disguising your disgusted reluctance with a carefully blank face, your grab some of the. The stuff.Â
Ah, nope. You set your fork down quietly after taking a slow bite / swallow and grab your cup to drown the leftover flavors and textures. Â
Luckily all the demon brothers seem pretty into their dinnertime banter and didnât notice your⌠less than satisfactory reaction to the food.
Gosh, you donât want to offend any of them, especially not so early on in the year youâll have to room with them. Â
Itâs a good thing that Beelzebub is practically a food vacuum and doesnât question the nearly untouched pile of. Well you know. Left over on your plate.
/
âŚItâs official. You hate Devildom cuisine. Â
Is the universe playing one big, cruel joke on you? What the hell is wrong with demons? Why must the eat the worst things in the world? Why⌠why⌠why?
Lucifer wouldnât let you starve under his roof, and provides you with full meals and makes it clear what parts of the kitchen are free to raid (as not to take anything designated to anyone else). You feel like the most ungrateful human in the whole wide world right now.
Itâs been quite a few months since the start of the exchange program and youâve been⌠getting by. Okay, thatâs not exactly true, youâve been having a blast in most aspects of your stay in the Devildom. Most.
Thereâs still the teeny tiny issue of the cuisine not quite fitting your tastes. Youâve tried talking to Solomon about the Devildom cuisine and he tried to cheer you up with some authentic human world cuisine, but as it turns out his cooking is far worse than Devildom-style food.
Not to be dramatic, but youâre suffering in silence. You get by, as in youâre not hungry â the demons youâve grown oh so fond of wouldnât let that happen. They always seem willing to fetch you anything. Â
Youâre trying so hard not to hurt any feelings, because you love them and want to support them. Itâs just. You want to throw up almost every meal. (Barbatosâ little treats have been your saving grace â he always seems to have some yummy little snack on him. One that you like and doesnât make you feel like your throat is crawling out of your mouth.)
Most of the time the brothers donât pay much thought to what you leave on your plate â as long as you eat some of what was served they seem content. Even on nights where the meal is more nasty than good, itâs easy to just say youâre not that hungry.
This night was bound to happen at some point. Your plate is uneatable. Itâs edible, just uneatable. Itâd be more humiliating to choke down a few bites than it is to go to bed hungry. You wrinkle your nose when you think no one is looking and stab at the meat chunk.
Your eyes are downcast and you drag your knife lazily through the food. Itâs mesmerizing in a way, so much so that you donât notice at first when Asmo calls your name.
âMC, is something wrong? Are you feeling alright?â At this point heâs drawn the attention of his brothers as well.
âYeah, youâre barely eating,â Mammon supplies.
Ah, the moment youâve been dreading and hoped you would never have to face.
âOh, I donât have much of an appetite right now.â Which certainly isnât a lie. Â
âYou didnât eat much at lunch, hon.â Asmo reaches across the table to put the back of his manicured hand on your forehead to feel for a fever.
You cringe, âuhm, well. Iâm.â You fail to think of a decent lie quick enough â nothing you say will be believable as you mentally blue screen.
âHonest answer?â Satan prods.
âIâm not the biggest fan of some Devildom foods.â
âNot the biggest fan?â Beel questions, âyou dislike them enough to forgo eating entirely.â Â
âIâm trying not to sound like an ungrateful jerk right now. Give me a moment to word this properly.â
Satan scoffs. âJust say it. Whatever you have to say canât be worse than what weâve put you through.â
âDamn, okay. The food makes me wanna throw up when I eat it.â
Levi, the chef of the night, folds in on himself, face darkening with shame or embarrassment.
âItâs not a personal gripe, most meals have something that makes me feel that way, hon.â It seems your attempt to comfort him isnât appreciated though, as Levi shoves his face in his hands.
Lucifer sets his fork down. âAnd why havenât you said anything to any of us about this? We want you to feel at home here.â
âYou canât expect me to be comfortable barging into what was at the time a strangers house and demand they make special accommodations for me, then once I was comfortable enough to say something I felt I put up with it long enough that itâd be odd to bring it up out of nowhere.â
âFair enough,â Satan nods along.
âNo? Not âfair enoughâ!â Mammon scolds. âYou shoulda said something to me! Do you even like half the snacks I give you? I spent good Grimm on those!â
Memories of bribing Beelzebub to do certain errands in the earlier days of your Devildom stay flicker through your mind. âThey got eaten.â
âMC,â Lucifer brings the conversation back on track. âLet us know foods you donât want to eat, we may be demons, but weâre here to provide you with a comfortable stay.â You nod under his sincere gaze. âNow, give your plate to Beel and order some delivery. Iâll cover the costs, as long as you eat.â Â
As you shove your plate across the table you see Lucifer pulling a shiny black card from his coat pocket. He gestures for you to come and take it. You walk to the head of the table and he presses the card into your hand.Â
âOrder whatever youâd like. My treat.â Thereâs a glint of humor in his eyes and you look down to see Goldie in your palm.
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