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animeangsteng · 4 months ago

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Author san!!! Can I use my free pass for the Black bull team pleasee!! I am sure one piece requests will flood away but I wanna read about the black bulls team so much. Fluff/Romance HCs. It can be anything like first meetings or kiss idk what ever you wish and feel like writing. Its your choice. The black bulls, I love them so much especially Zora... I absolutely fell in love with his charecter design, his outfit and his personality. Sadly he is not that popular. Please do justice for him. Thankyou!!!

Hi Abhi! I’m so glad to see you requesting something for the Black Bulls, they are such an amazing squad! For this one I decided to go with first kisses, since I recently wrote more kissing headcanons and I think they’re surprisingly fun to write UwU Zora is up first, and since you mentioned him not being popular, I decided to put more of the less-popular Bulls in here! I hope you enjoy ❤

Zora Ideale

Behind his though exterior, Zora is actually a little bit of a romantic. He doesn't quickly grow attached to someone, let alone fall in love, but it happened. Zora believes you deserve someone better than him, but you picked him so he'll just have to be the best version of himself for you.

He'll make sure the setting is right for the first kiss. Some place away from people, some please you can relax. Probably one of your favourite places. A first kiss should be memorable, right?

He'll place his hand on your cheek and lean In slowly, giving you enough time to turn away in case you'd be uncomfortable. He half expects you to punch him in the face or something.

The kiss is soft, your lips just barely touching. Zora is a little worried he'd hurt you or make you uncomfortable, and his pointy teeth may or may not be part of that worry. He's not changing them though, he likes them this way.

When he takes his hand off your cheek after the kiss there's a stinkbug on there. Zora wouldn't be himself if he was a perfect gentleman, right?

Charmy Pappitson

Your first kiss with Charmy will be kind of spontaneous, a kiss that will surprise both you and Charmy. It will, however, also be a sweet one, in more ways than one.

You and Charmy will just be relaxing, eating something sweet Charmy has made. Cupcakes, donuts, anything. As you're both enjoying it and gushing over the taste, Charmy notices a bit of frosting/filling/whatever stuck just above your lips. She'll point it out, but instead of describing exactly where it is so you can remove it yourself, she'll grab her chance, quickly lean in and clean it up herself.

The kiss lasts about a second, it's over before you even realise what just happened.

Charmy herself is a little surprised at her sudden bravado and looks away with a blush on her face, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. She liked it alright, but what if you didn't like it?

She'll be so taken off guard by her own action, that you have the perfect opportunity to lean in and place a kiss on her lips, this time a proper one. Once your lips part, she will be laughing awkwardly, probably avoiding your eyes by looking at the sweets.

Asta

“Y/n! Can I kiss you?!”

It's Asta's typical stressed/flustered way of shouting and even though he asked you away from other people, you're pretty sure anyone within the vicinity has heard him yelling.

Once Asta falls in love, he wastes no time getting his feelings across. He has no problem proclaiming them to you, be in privacy or in front of others. Once he knows you return his feelings, he will be so ecstatic that he forgets everything else. Including that he wants to kiss you.

So somewhere between 30 minutes and 3 hours after he confessed, he will be asking you if he can kiss you. When you say yes, he'll step closer to close the distance between the two of you, put his hands, which you can feel are a little sweaty because of the nerves, on your cheeks and slowly closes the distance.

The kiss itself is very careful, Asta has no idea what he's doing and he doesn't want to do anything wrong either. First kisses are special, right? He keeps his lips pressed to yours for a few seconds before pulling away with a big grin.

Grey, Henry, Luck, Noelle, Gauche, Gordon and Secre after the cut!

Grey

Grey is just not doing it. She's way too embarrassed, and there's just no way she can get herself to ask you to kiss you. She'll consider catching you by surprise and just doing it, but what if you don't want a kiss? Or what if she does it wrong?

She's an absolute mess. She'll ask Gauche and Noelle for help, but their advice is simply ‘just ask it’ or ‘just do it’. It's no help to her, which only makes her believe even more that she's a lost cause.

She will make several attempts to ask you, but she just never can get any further than the word ‘can'. The stuttering already starts when she calls out your name to get your attention, and after a few attempts to ask ‘can I kiss you?’ the embarrassment becomes too much and she transforms herself into the big guy. She's not finishing that sentence and no matter how much you ask her about it afterwards, she won't complete it.

Ideally, she'll wait for you to kiss her first. It'll still be super embarrassing, but at least she won't be the one who has to make the moves.

Henry Legolant

Henry is a little hesitant about kissing you, he knows what effect he has on the people who come too close to him, but he really wants to! So he'll think about it for a good while before hatching a little plan.

On a moment when nobody is around, he'll call out your name, step closer to you slowly so you can step away if you become uncomfortable, slowly leans in when he's close enough and kisses you. He has his arms around you to support you, in case he's draining too much mana from you.

The kiss is soft and slow, and he stays close to you for a few seconds, not wanting to part from you too quickly. He tightens his hold on you a little, enjoying the rare feeling of being close, certainly this close, to someone.

He'll then hand you a little plate of food he had asked Charmy to prepare for him beforehand and step back to give you some space. It's Charmy's special food to restore mana. Of course Charmy was in on his plan, he had to tell her to get her to make something for him, and unknown to you she's sneakily watching through the keyhole of the door to see if their plan worked.

Luck Voltia

Luck didn't plan on kissing you today. Luck doesn't plan on anything. He always goes with the slow and his only goal is for the two of you to have fun. Aside from that, it really doesn't matter what happens. Though if fighting or pranks are involved, that's a plus! And that's exactly what put him in a good enough mood to kiss you.

The two of you had just played a huge prank and were running away from your poor victim, who seemed about ready to murder you. You were laughing like maniacs as you ran and you eventually lost them. The two of you now stood still, catching your breath and laughing.

That's when he does it, suddenly and unexpectedly. The kiss is story and sweet, gone as soon as you felt it. Just a little peck. Luck simply keeps smiling at you while you're trying to process what just happened. He'll start laughing at your reaction, and it makes you unable to stop yourself from laughing as well.

The whole situation is a little absurd, but there's no uncomfortable silences, no tension, no awkwardness. Just your boyfriend playing a little prank on you, one you certainly don't mind.

Noelle Silva

Noelle is going to do everything in her power to make you be the one to kiss her first. She's a royal, she shouldn't be the one making the first moves. Right?

She's tried to a few times, but she just gets too embarrassed every time and chickens out. Hence her new plan: make you want to kiss her. You're already attracted to her so it shouldn't be too hard, right?

She'll put some extra effort into looking pretty, and she'll try to bait you with things like a subtle with pretty lipgloss, or by leaving a little bit of food hanging on her lip. She's not the most subtle person, so her message should come across pretty easily. It's up to you whether you want to tease her a little about it and pretend to not notice, or to just give her what she wants.

If you keep ignoring her hints, she'll eventually find a moment to just tell you that you can kiss her. Mostly likely when you've gotten her something or done something for her.

“You did good, as a reward, you're allowed to kiss me.”

No, even though she said it, she's still not making that first move herself.

Gauche Adlai

Gauche is not a very subtle person. When he wants something, it's obvious. Usually he just makes sure he gets it too. You, however, are the one exception to that. The one person aside from Marie that he's careful with, about whose opinion he cares. So, instead of just kissing you right the moment when he feels like it, he waits a little.

He's not too worried about setting up a good romantic setting, that's not what matters anyway, it's the kiss that matters, but he does try to get some privacy for that moment. He doesn't need people commenting on him kissing you when he does, it's a pain in the ass.

But getting some privacy with the Black Bulls around is nearly impossible, and Gauche is struggling to even create such an opportunity. His patience runs thin pretty quickly, he just wants to kiss you already, so he pulls you away behind a corner, pulls you close to him and kisses you there.

The kiss is a little on the rough side, mostly due to Gauche's annoyance at the whole situation and at how long he had to wait. He calms down pretty fast though, now that he's gotten what he wanted.

Gordon Agrippa

Gordon usually goes with the flow, letting you take the lead, letting you set the boundaries. It was like that in his friendship with you, and it will continue to be like that in his relationship with you. However, you two have yet to have your first kiss and he's getting a little worried about it. So this time, he decides to make a move.

When the two of you are relaxed and away from prying eyes, he'll just talk to you about it. Not in a sad or an accusing kind of way, but in a way filled with curiosity. Were you shy? Were you uncomfortable? Did you just not want to? Were you waiting for him to make the first move? Despite the somewhat weird topic, it's a comfortable conversation.

Once you let him know you're comfortable with it, be it during that conversation or later, he'll carefully cup your cheek in his right hand, put his left hand around you to pull you close and then he'll kiss you in a soft yet sweet kiss. Nothing too overwhelming, just a relaxed and loving moment.

Mind the lipstick stains though. The other Bulls will have a riot when they see them.

Secre Swallowtail

Secre never really thought too much about kissing you. Sure, she loved you, but physical displays of affection are not really her forte, nor are they extremely important to her. She always figured that if you wanted to kiss, you'd come to her and kiss her, simple as that.

However, when Vanessa, be it in an alcohol-induced haze, informed her that kisses were needed to assure the other of your love for them, she got a little insecure. Was that the ramblings of a drunk woman? Or was there some truth in that and were you doubting her love for you?

She remembered Tetia and Licht, and how happy they seemed when they kissed, so there must be some truth in it at least, right?

So she asks you if it's bothering you. Expressing her emotions aren't her strongest point, but you can see some worry and uncertainty in her eyes. If you assure her you're fine, that's that. If you let her know in any way that you would like to kiss her though, she'll lean towards you and place a quick peck on your lips. The contact doesn't even last for a second, but Secre can't help herself from smiling. Maybe kisses were better than she thought.

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animeangsteng · 4 months ago

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Fluff Alphabet (Magna, Luck, and Gauche)

This was SO much fun! I love these 3 a lot (even if Gauche can be a bit…much sometimes). The fluff alphabet is such a fun prompt, and I really enjoy that I’m getting more Black Clover requests as well!

Request Info

Magna (A, L, M, Q):

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Magna honestly loves to do all sorts of things with his s/o. Long rides on his Crazy Cyclone, playing a little Baseball, Training, or even just hanging out at the hideout. Unfortunately, because of his constant losing streak with gambling, he can’t really afford to do anything spectacular or even expensive; so dates often consist of taking a ride out to an area with a nice view (probably some place Finral recommended), and having a picnic (with food Charmy generously gave to him, and a bottle of wine stolen from Vanessa). Just spending the night talking, laughing, and being together is really what he craves when he gets free time to spend time with them.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Magna is a MESS before he confesses. He’s probably asked every single Black Bull for some form of advice, not being able to really think of how to do it or what to say. He’s supposed to be a man—someone tough and confident enough to come out and say how he feels, like the Captain would, but he’s just so incredibly nervous.

If he’s lucky enough not to have one of his teammates (*ahem* Luck) say something before him, he would try to plan something super spectacular and (probably) a little corny. The best idea he has (and winds up doing) is asking his crush to join him on the Crazy Cyclone for a little ride. When he gets to a secluded area, he would cast a fire magic spell which created a big, fiery heart that would explode into some fireworks. Afterwards, he’d tell them that he’s in love with them, trying his hardest to maintain some cool composure (and somewhat failing).

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He’s never really considered it, but he would love to marry his s/o one day. His hope is that he could have a small ceremony involving his family from the Black Bulls; something that they could all put their own touches onto and make special for his s/o and him.

Magna would love to propose as soon as the thought started to cross his mind. The only thing holding him back is that he couldn’t afford an engagement ring for them. It’s his duty to do it though, so he would do whatever he could to earn enough Yule to afford something nice for them. Ultimately, as much as he would love to make his proposal really spectacular; he would find the urge to do it in a very calm, and casual moment. Just his s/o and him, enjoying some time together, when he would just blurt out “Will you marry me?”. He’d be taken aback by it himself, until his partner accepts.

Being married to him wouldn’t be much different than dating him though. He’ll find himself somehow falling for his partner each day, and would do what he could to make sure he could provide for them and protect them. He does love calling them his husband/wife/spouse, and would use that term as often as he could

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Due to his fire attribute, he runs hotter than most people. He is like a human heater, so he really gives the best cuddles. He’s a very tactile person in general, and would love if his s/o cuddled up to him and absorbed his warmth, all while giving him their affection. He would get really flustered at first, but it just makes him happy that he could be affectionate with his partner like that. Would kill anyone that teased him about it.

Luck (F, O, X, Z):

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Fighting with Luck is…interesting. Having a disagreement with him could escalate to some death match that Luck instigated in order to prove who was right or wrong. While he wouldn’t *actually* kill or hurt his s/o, he thrives off of having a one on one magic battle to really get their blood pumping and vent their frustrations. He isn’t opposed to actually talking the problem out, but it’s not nearly as fun as actually throwing hands with the person he loves, testing their strength and magic compatibility together. He would be very quick to forgive though, not really finding much reason to hold a grudge.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Luck is a bit hard to read in general, his constant joy and smile being confusing for anyone. When he’s in love, it doesn’t really seem like much has changed on the surface level. He would for sure focus more of his time on the person he loves—asking to fight with them, offering to go on missions together. Other than that? No one would really even notice it. It would take Luck actually stating how he feels for anyone to actually get it. When he does express how he feels though, he’s very casual and upfront about it, and isn’t afraid to speak his mind. Something about him seems brighter after a while; a larger smile on his face, his eyes almost sparkling. Anyone who knows him well enough would notice those subtle little tells.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

He can really be above and beyond affectionate. He would fly around the base giving little kisses to his s/o every chance he got, holding their hand, giving them huge, almost crushing hugs. He sometimes would even make it a competition, seeing who could be more affectionate in a day. He loves to really be affectionate during battles, taking some heat of the moment mid-fight kisses. At night though, when he can be a little quieter, he loves holding his s/o close and just snuggling them like crazy. He’s almost like a baby koala, just latching onto them and never letting go.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Luck would be willing to go any length for his relationship. He has been through so much in his life, and lost someone important to him. Just like he would go great lengths for his squad mates, he would go even further for the person he loves. He wouldn’t even hesitate to kill someone for them, or battle an army of people for them. He is in his relationship for the long haul, and would do anything to make sure his partner is protected, loved, and constantly knows just how much he cares for them.

Gauche (C, H, K, W):

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

When Gauche cares for someone, he wants nothing more than to see them happy. So, when his s/o is upset, to the point of even having a panic attack, he would do anything in his power to make them smile again. Blowing money on an extravagant gift (or gifts), telling them stories of fun things him and Marie have done, showing them pictures Marie has drawn for them, cloning himself to make them laugh. If none of that works, he’s more than happy to be a shoulder to cry on; bringing comfort by offering just to listen to their problems and being a comforting presence. It’s more than likely that once he can bring them some sense of peace, that he would take his aggression and frustrations out on some poor unsuspecting criminals—angry that they were unhappy in the first place. And god forbid someone actually was the cause of their pain, because they’ve just signed their death sentence.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Gauche would be honest and upfront about most things with his partner. He isn’t afraid to share who he is, what he’s about, and his goals in life. He can even be brutally honest about his feelings. The only thing that he would hesitate on is talking about what life was like for him and Marie before he became a Magic Knight. It would take a lot of trust on his part to be willing to share something like that with them, and after some time, he would even be willing to open up and share that part of his story with them as well.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

While a little awkward at first, Gauche would somehow be a naturally good kisser. The first kiss would be after a date, something romantic, beautiful, and even expensive—something that his s/o deserved. After showering them in compliments, spoiling them with affection and gifts, and showing them the best time he possibly could, he would give them a light and gentle first kiss to round out the night. Something soft, and extremely tender that they both could melt into and remember forever. Probably had a nosebleed after.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon

Gauche remembers everything about his s/o. Little stories they’ve told him, passing comments about things they like, details about their life that could be almost impossible to remember, he will memorize it. He retains these facts so easily; it would be almost like they were his own memories. The best thing about this is it enables him to not only find special and wonderful ways to spoil them in the future, but he is also very keen on remembering things like anniversaries, dates, and firsts. He would happily celebrate each of these things with his s/o, giving gifts that resemble a small detail about said event.

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animeangsteng · 2 years ago

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Sorry for the angsty ask, but how would the hound (book version) deal with the grief of losing his lover? Would the duration that they’ve been together influence how he grieves? Would it be different if they were murdered instead of passing from natural causes; a sickness of sorts?

Thank you for your wonderful writing.

Oh, angst is my cup of tea, my jam, and my drink of choice. I wrote this so that the reader is gender-neutral. We'll begin with the short-term, break that down, and then move to the long-term. Hope it is satisfactory! ☺️

Your Death

Dying before it truly begins

Sandor never much minded being proven right. A point of pride. Then you up and bloody well ruined that for him. Life in the Red Keep was a boring one, little pleasure is found at court for a man like him. He sought it elsewhere, tumbling dice at the wine sinks at the edge of Flea Bottom and when it so pleased him, he took up the offer of some battle-hardened whore. A routine. A way of life.

He wished you had stayed away, away from King's Landing and away from him. It wasn't like he wasn't used to seeing death. Men and women, old crones and babes yet suckling on their mother's teat, the Stranger didn't fucking care. He took them all the same... he took you too.

Sandor wasn't even sure the smiles you offered him were true, that you laughed at his quips and not at him, nor if fear was what made you act so sweet and pleasant. Some were writ that way. The more fearful they were, the kinder they became. But you kept his gaze just a little longer, and whenever you met him through the halls, your face lit up in a way he'd not seen since he was a boy, unburnt and a fool with a fool's dream.

No wonder you made him foolish. Trying to catch a whiff of your scent, see what kept your attention, what amused you. He put more to memory than he'd care to admit.

A Violent End... (Dying by murder)

Dying a hard death, a bloody death is not unusual in King's Landing. When the news reached him, Sandor felt more, lingered more on you than he should have. The culprit just a common cutthroat, and you killed for some meager coins of silver. You weren't his. Had no time to be, and he'd not pretend like he had a chance...

But you smiled at him, and your laughter... sometimes it felt akin to a song.

He had that and some bugger took it away. There are benefits to being the Hound, to being feared. No guard dared question him as he walked to the holding cells of the City Watch. No guard dared enter as the screams climbed its way up the stairs of the dungeon. And no guard dared enter the cell come morn when the Hound finally left.

Unwanted Truth... (Dying by sickness)

Sandor stayed clear of maesters, they had offered little help when he was locked in that bed, day in and day out. And so when one made it's way toward him as he stood guarding the prince's door, Sandor figured the bugger was there for Joff, sent by the Queen to check on the wellbeing of her pup.

The nose scrounged up the moment he stepped into your bedchamber. A sickly sweet scent wrapped in one heavy of ointment and herbs. What the fuck was he even doing there? You were supposed to be surrounded by kin, yet you had asked for him. He couldn't stay long, duty called him elsewhere, and you were supposed to be no one.

"Can't kill a fever," he said, frowning as you laughed.

It wasn't like the ones you had given him before, strained and meek. You asked for him to hold your hand, and so he did, muttering about how he'd return after his duties had been completed for the day. That made you smile, but he smelled it now. Fear. The hold on his hand tightened. So he swore it, swore that he'd return.

Should have made you swear too.

Aftermath

He'll try to ignore it. Ignore the hurt. Do his usual routine when given leave. Drink, win a game or two and fuck the closest willing. You'll linger, and at his weakest moments Sandor will wonder what could have been.

A void to never be filled... (established long relationship)

Sandor never dared linger on the thoughts of having someone, being with someone before you. He was bitter enough without bothering himself with that folly of a dream.

You didn't erase all his hurt, fix all that was wrong with the world, but you allowed him to take part in the good. To be more than his pain, his anger and grief.

You made a fool of him a thousand times. Proved him wrong, surprised him again and again. But there was one thing he knew, the Stranger would one day pay you a visit... Sandor just figured he'd be long dead. It was selfish and something he kept to himself. That plan. You, old and grey, living comfortably in some keep. It had to have thick walls, he'd not be there to defend you anymore. You'd be happy, and if the Septons were worth a damn, he'd wait for you or be nothing in oblivion together. He didn't mind the latter. It could even make him chuckle. If someone would be able to will heaven into existence, it'd be you.

Murder

There were few times Sandor wasn't by your side, and depending on who killed you, your death might also spell the end for him. If he witnesses it, it won't matter who ordered it or swung the sword. He'll gut them, kill them all or die trying.

If he's not there. If told, he'll not believe it. Not even when guided toward the chamber where your body rests. Sandor doesn't enter. He waits outside, and tries to steel himself. To not feel. He fails, but fear keeps him just as unmoving.

You can't be dead. He'd feel it if you went, if you needed him. He'd save you. Cut threw anyone in his way to get to you and take you as far away from danger as he could. For fuck sake, it had been his duty to keep Joff alive and he managed that.

The Hound won't move until he's empty, until fear hollows him out and leaves the man a husk. Only for all and more to rush back as he sees you.

There is no roar, no outcry, nor curse. The sigh twists in his throat, breaking as his shoulders slump. Holding his breath, Sandor looks at you, waiting for a sign. For the chest to heave, for your eyes to open, for him to wake up. His hand reaches out but your cheek doesn't move to meet his palm, there is no smile on your lips. It's wrong. You're not supposed to be here. But you won't go, your cold skin sending a tremble through him, and for all his strength, Sandor barely keeps to his feet.

A dog still claws at the walls of a well if it falls into it, even if there is no hope. His arms slid underneath you. Lifting you up, he turns and ignores how wrong your body feels, but there's nowhere to go. He'll stand there, leaning against the table that held you, staring blankly at the wall. The silent sisters that prepared you do not dare approach, their silent oath keeping from ever telling of what they alone will ever witness.

The Hound, feared by all, breaks. Seating himself with you still in his arms as he balls up. Cradling you, he weeps. The silent sisters have heard those wails before, those that only come when the Stranger has come.

If your body is never found it will take him a long time and a lot of searching to ever accept the possibility that you are dead. If he never gets an answer a part of him will remain broken. He'll begin to self-destruct, seek out further and further danger.

Sickness

The gift of mercy. He'd dealt it out before; offered it to soldiers, farmers and swineherds when the Ironborn raided the Westerlands. He will never make that offer to you and dread the ask of leaving your lips. Sandor suspects you know what that request will bring. Killing you, even if it is to spare you from pain, will be his end. When it becomes clear that no maester or wood's witch can save you, he'll offer you something else. Wherever you wish to go, to spend your final days he'll take you. Nothing and no-one will be able to take him from your side. If it is greyscale that has taken hold of you, Sandor will not refrain from touching you.

In some ways this death will bring him more pain - there is nothing he can do - his strength is hopeless against it. It will be as unjust as if it was a death of violence, but being powerless against it will make Sandor feel like he carries less blame. He will grieve you just as fiercely, but will not be as self-destructing.

Aftermath

Sandor didn't seek out romance before you, and he'll most definitely not do it after. For a short while, he might appear to function, but his survival instincts keep him alive. Eventually, Sandor will enact some form of solitude unless you have other loved ones left behind that need defending.

Sandor will try to honor you and woe the poor fucker that says something that he interprets as being an insult toward you. Sandor will for a long time lose the taste for much that brought him joy, and when he begins to feel even remotely well, that too will give him guilt.

Basically, to be less poetic, he'll turn into this a la' Westeros.

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animeangsteng · 2 years ago

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OMFG!!

I don’t know where to start from!

First of all: I loveeeee it! Like… I can’t describe the love I prove for this!

And I would have given up if Tumblr had eaten my draft but nvm!

Thanks for birthing this mf masterpiece!

I love how the beginning goes, all calm and nice, to like a big climax and bam! Cheater.

And the angst is built amazingly!

I’m living for protective brothers too and for cute guardian Angel Luke!

The dialogue is just perfect too, especially the other demon’s attitude like “f u I got asmo” and Asmo who doesn’t seem to see where the biggest problem is!

I also adore that mc is taking none of that and just wants to leave!

I absolutely loveeee it!

Like:

LOVEEEEEEEEE!

Might leave my bf to read this for the rest of my life tbh 😅😂

It’s just amazing!

I got no other words!

Like… wow. Mind-blowingly good!

Thank you soooo much Lorkai!

I’m in love!

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

This is like pure fire that I extinguished with my tears!

I got like a heart attack!

😭😍🤯

Hello!!!

How r uuuu?

Could I request a little angst one-shot for Asmo please?

Maybe he cheats on his s/o while his s/o is away for a long time and then Asmo gets caught when he (the s/o) comes home?

(I used he/him pronouns because i'm more comfortable but any pronouns are fine ofc)

Thank you so much and feel free to ignore!and sorry if I' late with my answers!

Feel free to decline!

And thank you so much for always popping in my inbox it makes me so happy! 😍

*･゜ﾟ A/N: I was late with this request, but in my defense Tumblr ate this a couple of times and deleted my last draft. I was this close 🤏 to throwing hands /hj. Hopefully you enjoy this n come request more times, dear! ⁽⁠⁽⁠ଘ⁠(⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)⁠ଓ⁠⁾⁠⁾

*･゜ﾟ Warning: Cheating, nudeness, implied sex, swearing, angst, Hurt / comfort, chapter 16, Male!Reader, I proofread twice, sorry for any mistakes.

"What's up, MC?" Luke asked quietly, his small hand still holding tight to yours as you two crossed the streets. He was innocent but not foolish and you knew his eyes searched for something inside yours. He was like Simeon in that same way, always wanting to help, well, like father, like son, you thought with a faint laugh.

A laugh that left your lips quickly.

"I have a weird feeling. You know that weird feeling that something is going to happen at any moment? It's like that." You explained, moving your free hand back and forth as you spoke. If Solomon was there you knew he'd tell you it was because of your magic or something, but you knew that wasn't it. It was a suffocating, vicious feeling clinging to your chest. An unknown certainty that something or someone was trying to warn you. "Maybe it's just my imagination. Or anxiety, anything like that. Don't worry about me, Luke. Let's focus on getting these cupcakes for the brothers, okay?"

But you felt his gaze on you and you felt his small hand trembling in your grip.

The very upset boy made a sign that he wanted to say something, moved his head from side to side in denial and contained himself with a big sigh. Whatever he was going to say, Luke judged it to be something you didn't need to hear at the moment, so he simply held your hand a little tighter as if he was afraid you'd suddenly disappear and he hurried to recount the sound his shoes made against the asphalt of the street, continuing to mutter to himself about the cupcakes you two spent hours making.

Luke didn't react well to your death when he heard about it. No one would react well to such news and this news could not possibly reach Celestial Realm lest Michael resolve to create another conflict with Devildom in order to save a poor soul who happened to be killed in demonic territory, who came to be persuaded to make pacts against your will. So Simeon never reported this to his superior nor confided this to anyone but he also made the decision to bring you to live with them in Purgatory Hall so you would be safe and he escorted you at all times to make sure Belphie didn't try anything stupid again.

It was suffocating, especially in the beginning, but you understood him and you understood Luke too, even though he was still a child, he was a cherub and had made it his mission to be your guardian angel and be with you. with you whenever I need.

It was a cute gesture. But it was him, Simeon and Solomon who got you through those dark days, getting out of bed when your thoughts raced over your head or when you finally processed that you had died and started crying hysterically, along with the quiet moments with Barbatos and Diavolo in the castle, greenhouse, garden and library. They healed you and helped you until you could face the brothers again, until you could bear the thought of being around them again after being constantly threatened by Lucifer, going through near-death situations, and literally dying by one of their hands. .

It was almost ironic how months after that event, you were running around with outsized excitement to tell them about how you and Asmo were officially dating. It was a truly magical day that one, a day that made you smile so much your cheeks ached and your lips ached from so many kisses exchanged with the avatar of lust. He was a very caring boyfriend and he was also there holding your hand when the breath hitched in your throat, when you felt weak or angry, when the world seemed about to collapse on top of you after a relapse, after a nightmare. He was there for every single one of those moments to support you and show you a shoulder to lean on, Asmo was sweet like that. The best.

The silence that followed was a little awkward. Definitely not the uncomfortable kind of silence after you've said something embarrassing to someone or told a bad joke that no one laughs at, but the suffocating kind of silence where you can't hear your own breath against the wind, as if the world had stopped around you and there was only you there in the middle of a dark, dirty and silent room, like an old horror movie. As the outlines of the House of Lamentation began to appear on the horizon, you felt your heart pound and annoying little tears infest your eyes, just like that time when you were in the attic fighting for your life.

"I knew it, something's wrong." Luke crossed his arms, looking at you with worry. The little angel muttered to himself all the ways Simeon used to soothe you and then he looked at you more calmly, bringing your own hand to your chest so you could feel your chest beating. "Mc, breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. I'll do it with you if you want, but stay focused on the here and now."

It's cruel to think you laughed off his concerns. But it wasn't a panic attack you were having or anything like that, it was hard to explain to him, even though the words were on the tip of your tongue and your mind was struggling to remember them. Still, you followed his advice and regularized your breathing so that thoughts flowed more slowly in your head and you could think more clearly. "It's not that, little one. Like I said, it's just a bad feeling, but I don't know if I want to go in there anymore and apparently there are traces of magic in the air. Can you call Solomon or Simeon, please?"

You hesitantly kicked a rock out of your way and watched it roll down the street. The box of cupcakes you were holding was starting to make you nauseous with the cloying smell of chocolate and icing, but you took endured and hid what was going on on your face with an almost natural smile, watching as Luke hurriedly dialed the number of one of his friends as fast as he could. The young angel seemed more anxious and lost than you, mainly because he didn't know how to act if something serious happened and he knew well that not listening to his intuition could be a stupid thing to do. And even if he had magic he was still young and inexperienced, he needed the support of someone wiser and he knew it.

The voice on the other end of the line sounded calm and peaceful, but it got louder and more rushed as Luke explained what was going on and where you were. And the young angel didn't even have time to put his D.D.D in his pocket when the call ended, a few seconds later a black portal opened a few meters away from you and Solomon came out, hurried and arranging the characteristic cape on his shoulders. One look in your direction and he seemed to know what you felt, whether it was because he was a sorcerer or an extremely empathetic human you couldn't tell. His blue eyes focused hesitantly on the House of Lamentation, as if he felt the same way you did, and he swallowed hard, seeming to search for the right words.

"You feel it, don't you?" He asked. He motioned toward the house with his head and looked through the mask you'd tried to pull over your face to show that you were okay and that whatever you were feeling wasn't bothering you anymore. Angry, you bit your inner cheek, you hated when he read you that way. "No, it's not your imagination. There's a strange kind of magic surrounding the house and I believe it's overloading your senses, well our senses, it only affects humans, strangely curious if you ask me. It's almost like they want you to stay away from the house..."

The sorcerer seemed troubled by something, but he decided not to voice his thoughts until he had enough proof. It was how he was. And going towards you, he held your hand affectionately and let his magic run through your hand like a shield to protect you from that feeling. A chill spread through your arm and started running all over your body, it was strange and made you shiver several times, but the bad feeling finally dissipated and a sigh of relief escaped you along with a genuine smile.

Solomon lowered his eyes towards the box of cupcakes and nimbly stole one as he began to walk towards House of Lamentation, evading Luke's furious screams and his disapproving glare.

"Under the circumstances I will be entering the House of Lamentation with you, just to make sure no harm comes to you." Said your mentor with a serious look that didn't belong on his smiling and suspicious face. But you had already made up your mind and you weren't going to back down just because a spell was trying to repel you so strongly that it messed with your feelings, you waved your hand as if his concern was something trivial but he understood what was going on behind the gesture and let out a nasal sigh.

"Boys, let’s go or I will use my magic to steal all the other cupcakes and eat every single one of them in front of you." He laughed.

Luke, terrified by such a threat, ran after him and you tried to yell at him to be careful or he would drop all the cupcakes, but he didn't hear you. Stifling a small laugh you followed them with careful steps, thoughtful and feeling like a storm was about to hit you as soon as you set foot inside the house. That was one of the only moments you hated having inherited Lilith's angelic powers, wondering why you couldn't just be a normal human surrounded by ordinary, boring people.

But you soon scolded yourself and walked faster. Thinking about such things now was a little pointless and you didn't regret being a part of their family despite everything you'd gone through with them.

The sound of the piano playing was one of the first things that caught your attention. Contrary to your expectations the morning star was playing something deeply wistful and sad, almost as melancholy as the coffee he drank every morning and a sombre choir echoed through the mansion walls; suffocated, lifeless. The sound carried a somber air among the dimly lit halls of the house where shadows scurried along the walls and mocked you, and in the midst of your thoughts Luke held your hand firmly to show that he had your back.

The young angel didn't like the gloomy atmosphere and you understood him perfectly with just one look, outside the day is lighter and more peaceful and today is especially happy and light, because you and Asmo celebrated a year together.

And to commemorate such an important date you wanted to give him something handmade. Something he liked and after hours of trying to think of something, the twins suggested that you give him something sweet.

"What are they singing, Luke?" You asked the young angel, half whispering, leading the three of you to the music room. Warmth and the scent of cinnamon filled the air around you as you entered, silently setting things down on the table.

Also, giving something handmade to a person was one of the angelic courtship traditions Simeon had been teaching you. And you're sure Asmo would cry with joy when he realized what you were doing. You could already smile knowing how he was going to scream and shout to the whole world 'mc is the best boyfriend in the world' and that alone, after the presence of your mentor and his self-appointed guardian angel, served to completely expel the bad feeling that sat at the top of your stomach.

The angel, however, cocked his head to the side for a second and thought. Finally he shrugged. "It's an ancient angelic language, I'm not sure."

When the chorus ceased, the brothers who were gathered around the piano Lucifer was playing turned around and Mammon let out a frightened cry when he saw you. The avatar of greed tripped over its own legs and fell, knocking Levi who was the closest person to him at the moment and making everyone else laugh at him and his embarrassed expression. You couldn't help but stifle a laugh as you watched each one present and a twinkle crossed your eyes when you realized Asmodeus wasn't there, which was strange considering he loved to sing and dance, or just show off his skills to anyone who was willing to see.

Mammon got up and knocked the dust off his clothes. "Hey human, what is this? Is this a present for the Great Mammon?"

Levi snorted, barely containing the displeasure at his glare as he got up and checked that his cell phone was working. He soon looked towards the box of cupcakes on the table and took one - he had to secure his while Beel still hadn't noticed the sweet there. "Mc, if you're looking for Asmo, he's in his room. He said he needed to do his skin care routine."

You mumbled an alternate response and gripped your box of cupcakes tighter, suddenly feeling heavier than it was. Your heart was beating fast and the nervous smile on your face had the brothers chuckling softly, some of them patting you encouragingly on the shoulders and back.

Lucifer stood up and wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into a clumsy hug. "I'm sure he'll love it, Mc. Asmo has the two things he loves most here, do you know what they are?" Asked the elder in a tone he used when he tutored you in the laws of Devildom. But you denied it. "He has his favorite treats and he has you, the person capable of capturing his heart. Now go there, my good boy, surprise him."

A chorus of "good luck" and "you can do it" echoed through the music room and taking one last look in the direction where Luke had sat, talking animatedly with Beel about his recipes, you left towards Asmo's room. And you could still hear the brothers laughing and placing bets on how the avatar of lust would react to receiving their beautiful and simple gift, and after a while you heard nothing but your breathing and your pounding heart. A smile was already growing on your face with each step you took towards the rooms and you could smell the characteristic smell of cinnamon and chocolate, you could already feel his soft skin on your body when you were going to pull him into a hug, you could already feel the warm laughter on your neck, where Asmo loved to lay his face.

However, just as you had your hand in the air to turn the doorknob and enter that room, that damn room, you heard something. Something you didn't expect to hear, not when he promised that scenario would never happen and would be forever yours. The sounds of skin meeting skin, ragged sighs for air, and finally the bed slamming against the wall, you could, despite not wanting to, imagine the person and Asmo in the act, how he was holding them by the hands while looking into their eyes. Sweat trickling down his neck as he smiled and whispered promises. And your heart stopped beating in that instant, knowing that you and your gift wouldn't be enough for selfish Asmodeus and his new toy.

Lucifer was sorely wrong. Asmo might even love sweets, but he had just shown that he didn't love you, that he didn't love you with the same strength you loved him.

And you did what you knew how to do best. You kicked that door so hard it slammed into the wall and alerted the two traitors to your presence, but the worst part was seeing how they were still together, lying in the same bed you once lay in. And the dreadful expression on Asmo's face was enough to tell you that he had been doing this for months, but that he didn't want to be caught in the act.

The avatar of lust moved fast, backing away from the demon and donning a robe while stammering the dumbest excuse he could think of at that moment. "Mc... It's not what it seems." He said after so much stuttering, his face visibly desperate. Asmo no longer had a pretty voice in your ears, irritating and loud, drawing out each syllable as he prayed for help, for something to happen that would take your attention away from him. "I can explain, my love. Don't look at me like that... Please, angel."

But you decided to focus on the other demon who was covering themself with the sheet on the bed, smiling cheekily in your direction as if they didn't mind your presence. It was excruciating to wonder what that being in front of you had that you lacked, as obviously there had to be a reason Asmo cheated on you.

"Mc, say something!" He asked in an annoying whisper.

But all you could feel was rage running through your veins, a rage so great that the Satan's pact in your body was glowing green and your eyes followed every move your ex made. He was only a few feet away from you and he seemed to want to get closer to wrap you in his sweaty arms, the smell of sex wafting off him repulsively and with every step he took you took two more back. You didn't want contact with him, you didn't want anything else, and every moment in there felt like a moment when your sanity slipped away and you were consumed by something else.

You always knew you were in hell, surrounded by demons, but just at that moment, this place that was your second home looked like a real hell.

"Cheater, I didn't come to interrupt you. I came to give you this fucking shit I spent three hours doing like an idiot, I sincerely hope you choke and die while eating it. Goodbye."

The box of cupcakes landed at his feet, icing all over the carpet. And you watched the year you spent with him fade away with that gift, destroyed, stained by lies and all the promises that would never see the light of day. You felt stupid trusting him and giving him your heart. Maybe if you'd listened to the warnings from former exes, maybe if you'd thought a little harder you wouldn't be feeling all of this. Finally you turned to leave when he didn't respond, looking your way then at the cupcakes and then at the other demon he was fucking a few minutes ago, probably thinking about his ruined reputation.

Fists shaking with rage and tears almost running down your face, trying to breathe, trying to see something beyond the red.

"My angel, you are being unreasonable!" He shouted from the door. And that, my friend, caused you to snap and your entire vision was consumed by red, you don't normally confront people, but face to face with the demon that broke your heart you looked at him like he was a germ on the bottom of your shoe. "Give me a chance to explain myself."

"Let's get one thing straight, sweetie, I'm not your angel anymore. It's not hard to understand, your poor brain must understand something like that. Or are you just a pretty face?" Looking deep into his eyes you continued, filled with certainty that if you didn't say everything you needed to now, you would regret it later. "And another thing, I'm not blind, I saw what happened, I smell what happened, all the evidence is here and I wonder how your brothers will think of you after this news."

"Leave my brothers out of this!" He half-screamed, half-whispered, scared at the possibility. And threw himself at you, causing you to hit your back against the wall and glare at him. "Don't tell them anything!"

You barely managed to suppress the laughter that rose in your throat, pushing him away. "They will know yes, it's their right to know how dear brother ruined his relationship with their favorite human."

Asmo tried to retort, holding you tighter to stop you from leaving his room. But you punched him. And he in shock held his face, shedding tears as he looked at you, almost as if you were the traitor. Surely all the other demons he betrayed should have forgiven him, should have listened to him tell lies about how it would never happen again and that he loved them. But not you, you had a broken heart and a good rationale, if he loved you he wouldn't do this.

"Let him go, you don't love him, Asmodeus. And you know it." The other demon called out to him, legs still rubbing against each other as they looked at him expectantly. And you signaled him with your eyes, letting out a sneer.

"Yeah, Asmodeus, go play with your little toy. Don't you see how needy they are?"

With that said, you left his room taking a deep breath and clenching your fists so you wouldn't attack them both. Maybe demons and humans shouldn't really co-exist if they're all the same: they take, they take, and they're never satisfied until they've taken all they can. And even then, they keep taking it until there's nothing left but dust.

"Luke, Solomon, we have to go." You announced as you passed through the music room, successfully silencing the animated conversation they were having with the brothers with your stern tone of voice and frightening expression. The green in Satan's pact already told him that something very wrong had happened when you went to deliver your gift, something worse than annoyance if he didn't like it.

But neither Satan nor one of the brothers decided to question you right away, they let you collect your thoughts first. And Beel offered you a strawberry-flavored chewing gum, trying to stop the tremors in your hands and ease the tension in your shoulders. And even that chewing gum in his mouth tasted bitter.

"He didn't like it?" The little angel asked innocently, holding your hand as he looked at you with his expressive blue eyes, fearful.

You suppressed the torrent of negative feelings, took a deep breath and forced another smile. "He did something really, really bad and now I don't want to see him. Never again if that's possible."

That got the attention of the other brothers. Mammon was the first to step forward, expression already darkening as he asked. "What did he do, Mc?"

"What do you think he did?" Levi mumbled as if it were obvious, nodding at your watery eyes discreetly. "Asshole... even by his standards."

You didn't need to confirm anything. Your silence was answer enough to clear all of their doubts, to fill them with indignation and, in Satan's case, share your rage. And their gaze on you wasn't helping with the pressure and pain on you, about how you wanted to cry hysterically and still punch Asmo in the face again, and again and again until he could see what a disappointment he was in front of the huge mirror that worshiped his reflection.

And Solomon hugged your tense shoulders to demonstrate that you weren't alone, his wise eyes emanating an anger similar to someone who's been in the same situation. "Mc, it's gonna be okay. I promise you." He said.

"A betrayed trust cannot be mended, remember?" You lowered your eyes to the ground, took a deep breath, trying to find good words to explain the pain that spread throughout your chest, that made your lungs ache for air and choke your throat with sobs. "I... I just wish he would have said... That he would have ended things if he wasn't happy, wouldn't it be better?"

It would be better, but that was too much to expect from someone like Asmodeus. From one who lives to break hearts and delight only in what a momentary pleasure can bring, instead of caring about the important memories shared with the people he lives with, that he loves. Because he didn't just cheat on you, but his brothers too who you knew had a crush on you. He lost everyone's trust and he knew it.

"Sorry guys, but I want to leave. I can't stay here, not like this and I don't know if I'm capable of coming back."

Lucifer nodded. Unhappy, stern and holding back from marching into his brother's room and giving him the worst punishment he could think of at that moment. The older brother lowered his head. "There are no words capable of expressing how sorry I am for the pain caused by him, Mc. I honestly don't even know what to say, please go home, let your heart heal, we'll come to you if you need us."

"And I'll make sure that... That demon doesn't come near you or contact you." Mammon assured, seriously. He cupped your face between his warm hands and placed a kiss on your forehead, wiping away the tears that welled up in your eyes with his thumbs. And then he nodded at Solomon.

"I can make him have nightmares every night." Belphie was muttering under his breath, but you could hear him just fine. His human and demon form alternating every second, his tail swinging in the air aggressively as the youngest brother stared at the family portrait. Specifically Asmo's face, hanging on the wall. "You know MC, I can give you the best dreams of your life, just tell me what your heart desires and every night it will receive."

"I don't understand what's going on, but we have to go!" Luke squeezed your hand and pointed to the portal Solomon had conjured, behind you. The displayed place was far from Purgatory Hall, it was your favorite place in the human world, the place that gave you more comfort than anything and more than anything in the world you wanted to go there now.

Satan gave you the push you needed to finally move and your feet guided you there, away from them and the source of your pain. To get one step closer to healing your heart and repairing the damage you've done.

"Solomon, Luke, take care of him for us." Beel asked softly but firmly. He clutched his stomach between his hands, visibly uncomfortable with the atmosphere that had settled in the music room. Everyone was so full of mixed feelings about what happened.

And with a wave you two were gone. And it was for the best that the three of you left because the fight that broke out in the House of Lamentation wasn't something you needed to witness.

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