#sorry I have Zero thoughts about br!b&gi

[anonymous-dentist]

mmmaybe something about bad romance!bagi? or the maybe the demon king celbit thing

Rumor has it the Demon King eats souls. He tears flesh from bone and eats it raw and sometimes even with salt. He tears the heads off of babies and uses them as footballs.

Today, the Demon King is hiding from his Demon Advisor in his library because he doesn’t want to go to work.

“Maybe Melissa would be willing to hide me,” Cellbit muses.

Roier coughs. “She’s busy.”

Cellbit’s cute little demonic cat ears flatten in disappointment. He moans in despair and drops his head onto Roier’s shoulder, audibly smiling as Roier puts an arm around him and teasingly coos at him.

“Aww, poor gatinho,” Roier pouts. “Maybe you should’ve been the one kidnapped instead. Melissa is very happy about not having to actually do any royal duties or anything.”

(Honestly, it’s been the best vacation Roier has ever gotten.)

Cellbit shakes his head sadly. “Someone has to be in charge.”

“Let Forever do it. He’s basically running the realm for you, anyway.”

Because he is, really. Cellbit hasn’t exactly told Roier to his face that he’s the Demon King yet, but Roier’s been sneaking around the Demon Castle long enough to know that the role of the Demon King is more of a figurehead than an actual ruler. There’s the Demon Advisor, Forever, and then there’s the Demon Council, and then there’s whatever in the hells Felps does in the castle as the Demon Cleric.

Cellbit considers. He considers so much, in fact, that he wraps his arms around Roier’s middle and starts pressing sweet little kisses to the joint between Roier’s shoulder and his neck.

Roier squirms happily. He’s considering, indeed!