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Chord.

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"am i really that old?" lucifer wonders on the train later

(you've probably seen them already but references taken from this post + the original tweet)

-> the follow-up

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The gRIZZly bear

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I got this idea after listening to this song.

It's been living rent free in my head.

https://youtu.be/cDlGFbBipCo?si=jbWgIh9OmXkgicps

This is a standalone, and is not associated with my other fics.

TW: nightmares, death, afterlife.

CW: None. Pretty much all fluff.

Reincarnations

Tren woke with a start, her chest pounding, and her brow slick with sweat.

"What in the Hells was that?" She gasped, clutching at her chest. 

A nightmare. 

Just a nightmare. . .

Right?

She flung her blankets aside and climbed out of bed, walking over to the window of her new room in the house she now called home. She had to transplant herself to Baldur's Gate after a natural disaster had wiped out her old home at the foot of the mountains. 

How she missed it there: the trees, the animals, the nearby Emerald Grove that she would go and visit to buy supplies. . . Their archdruid, Francesca, was always kind to her. She always felt a connection to them. Perhaps it was her unpracticed druidic nature that drew her to them. Maybe it was because a part of her felt at home there.

Tren shook her head and sighed, rubbing her temples. She was beginning to regret her decision to come to Baldur's Gate, instead of settling in Reithwin. But for some unexplained reason or another, she felt called here.

She needed to clear her head. Tren rubbed at her eyes and leaned over on the windowsill. The view looked out over the Chionthar, now glistening in the dawning light. Her thoughts went back to her dream.

She had been falling, from somewhere high. She had been trying desperately to do something. . .

Change? Into what?

An animal. . . A bird! A raven would do!

But she couldn’t do it. She didn’t have the strength left in her. She had felt the resignation in her heart as the water rushed up to meet her. A voice cried out to her desperately; calling out a name she did not recognize as her own. But the love and grief that voice inspired in her heart made her ache to her very soul.

What was that name again? Think, Tren, think! 

Tav! That was the name. 

In the dream, she didn't want the owner of that voice to be sad, to grieve her absence.

The owner of that voice felt deeply important to her. As if he had her heart, and she had his.

Tren wondered what the dream could mean. She had been having these visions every few nights ever since moving to Baldur’s Gate a few months prior. Perhaps there was something to it. Elves believed in reincarnation, and she was half, barely 23 years old. . . Perhaps? 

Tren shook her head. “That’s insane.” she said out loud, turning away from the window. "It's a myth, nothing more." she told herself. Despite it being early dawn, Tren threw on some clothes and quietly left the house she shared with a few other tenants, heading towards the forests that surrounded the city. Some time in nature was needed, desperately. 

Tren never quite understood her need to be outdoors all the time, but she never kept herself from her desires. As she made her way out of the city and into the surrounding countryside, she cast a spell she had recently learned. 

“Amicus Animalus,” she said, waving her hands in a manner that seemed appropriate. 

“Tren! You’re here!” She immediately heard a nearby bird caw out. A black raven with a stark white chest fluttered down and landed on her shoulder, nuzzling his beak into her brown hair. 

“Hello Yungie!” Tren laughed as she reached up and petted the crows' smooth feathers. “Sorry for not coming sooner. It can get hard to get away sometimes.” 

“You could always take me with you,” 

“Well, I wouldn't mind, but my roommates might. . .” Tren shook her head. “Besides, I enjoy coming out here.” 

Yungie let out a caw and nibbled at her ear, causing Tren to squeal. 

“Hey! Enough of that!” 

12 years later. 

Tren stacked some wood outside of her small cabin in the woods. She had bought this little parcel of property from a local farmer five years prior, and they had graciously helped her with building the abode. Since then, she had studied plants and herbs; becoming proficient in the making of salves and tinctures for common injuries and illnesses.

Tren felt more at home here, more at peace. The years spent in the city had been difficult on her. Her nights were always plagued with dreams and nightmares of events long past. She would tell a few people about her dreams, and they said it sounded similar to something that happened in Baldur’s Gate over a hundred years prior.

The Absolute Incident, and the defeat of the Grand Design.

Some of the things she recalled from her dreams were uncannily accurate. Right down to the names and descriptions of some of the heroes who had risked everything to save the city.

Tren hoped getting out and back into nature would help alleviate the dreams. She had earned some skill as a Druid from an old Harper that still lived in the city. A grumpy old half orc that was the adopted son of Jaheira, who herself had been one of those heroes. He was the one who had taught her about herbs and their uses.

Tren hadn’t told him of the dreams. . . Not yet anyway. She knew he had been around when everything happened, but she didn't want to do anything to upset the old man. Despite a sour demeaner, he really was a sweet old druid, and had taught her much over the past decade or so. But now Tren wanted to be out on her own for a bit, practicing her Druidic magic in a place where Nature abounded. 

Her little cabin in the woods was perfect. She still made it a point to visit Jord every week, bringing him cuttings of plants she found in the forests that he would find useful for his achy joints. It was the only time she went to the city anymore.

 

After she finished stacking the wood, Tren took the remainder inside to light her hearth with. She made herself a small meal, then went to sleep in the pile of pillows and blankets in the corner of the two room abode. 

She hoped and prayed to Sylvanus that this night would be free of the dreams. Despite being out of the city for 5 years, they would still plague her. But sometimes she would have a peaceful night. 

She prayed for one tonight. 

~~~••~~~

“Praise Sylvanus! You did it, my heart!”

Tav felt her love’s strong arms surround her as the party celebrated on top of the now defeated elder brain. They drew apart long enough for a passionate kiss, before suddenly the ground fell out from underneath them. The sudden jerk forced them apart, falling away from each other.

“Halsin!” Tav cried out, reaching for him. 

The brain struck a tower and spun around violently, sending Tav flying off the side of the brain. There was nothing but water below her now, rushing up all too quickly. 

“Tav! Hold on, my heart. I'm coming!” 

Tav could only watch as the water rushed up towards her. She looked over her shoulder, and saw Halsin dive off the brain towards her, his hand stretched towards her as he plummeted after her.

She looked back towards the water. She tried to wild shape. Her free spirited raven was desperate to save her. 

But she didn't have the strength left. She had already been sorely wounded during the fight with the brain, and all her magic was exhausted. 

She looked at the water rushing towards her; at the docks nearby; and at the brilliant red sunset that lit up the sky in shades of purple, blue, and crimson. 

She closed her eyes as the tears streaked across her face. She looked back towards Halsin, who was still too far away to offer any help.

“Halsin! I love you!”

She heard Halsin cry out in anguish.

Then impact, searing pain, and blackness. . . 

But it was calm, quiet, peaceful. 

Then a voice. . . Two of them, actually. One she recognized: Withers. 

“Bone man, what are you doing here?” she wondered.

“This is my domain, mortal. And another has come here to bargain.” 

“Bargain? For what?”

“For your soul.”

~~~~••••~~~~

Tren jolted awake with a loud gasp, startling a sleeping Yungie on her windowsill. He let out a disgruntled caw as he jumped down to perch on her shoulder. 

Tren tried to catch her breath 

“Sweet Sylvanus. . . Yungie. . . I. . .I died.” she clutched at her chest, then at both arms and legs. 

That was the most vivid dream she had had yet. She threw off her covers and jumped out of bed, throwing on an overdress as she ran outside, not even bothering with shoes. 

That dock. . . She had to get to that dock. She had to see it for herself. 

And Halsin. . . She remembered that name. He was also one of the heroes of Baldur's Gate. 

She. . . well, Tav. . .Had loved him. Loved him dearly. 

She could still feel the heat of that last kiss on her lips, despite it being just a dream. 

Was it just a dream? 

“Come on, Yungie.” Tren jumped into the air and wildshaped into a raven with a white back and flew off towards the city, her companion flying after her. She had to figure out what prompted that dream, and her answer lay in the city.

~~~•••~~~

Halsin hadn't been to Baldur's Gate proper in over a century. He couldn't bring himself to after suffering the pain he had been through after the fall of the Absolute. But Shadowheart and Astarion had invited him for a reunion of sorts, and he felt he should make the effort. 

One hundred and fifteen years. . . Had it really been that long? Settling in at Reithwin and establishing it as a colony had taken decades, coupled with the nine cart loads of children he had taken there. 

They were all grown with families of their own now. Those of shorter lived races left their descendants, who were just as enthused about keeping the colony, now a town with a nearby druids grove, up and running smoothly. 

It had been early morning when he had arrived at the gates. He was let in with no issues. Much different from the last time he entered the city. As he walked the quiet streets, looking around at the rebuilt buildings and gardens, he saw a pair of ravens fly overhead, cawing back and forth. One was much bigger than usual. 

Halsin’s curiosity was piqued. As far as he knew, there weren't many druids in the area outside of Jaheira’s now elderly son, Jord, and his apprentice. They had kept in touch with letters over the years, and he had kept Halsin up to date with the going ons of the city. Including the process of training the aforementioned apprentice druid in herbalism in his spare time. 

Tren was her name. Halsin was looking forward to meeting her. He had been told much about her in their correspondences. About how much she reminded him of their old friend Tav, before she had tragically died during the fall of the Netherbrain.

Tav. . . More than a friend, she had been his whole world, his heart. . . 

Halsin could feel the ache in his chest even now, remembering back to the moment she died with a sickening slap into the water. He had wildshaped just in time to avoid dying himself. 

But there was no saving Tav. She was too far gone by the time they found her body washed up a day later. 

He had been unable to find her in the murky depths, and had hated himself for decades for failing to find her. If he had, he could have saved her.

He had thrown himself into the task of taking care of the orphans in Reithwin and rebuilding the town there. Moonrise had been converted into an orphanage and dormitory, with hanging gardens and trees planted all around the scarred landscape. Despite its dark history, the land had come back to life. Thaniel and Oliver had made sure of it.

Several druids from the Emerald Grove had also joined him in Reithwin. Nettie and Rath, the two he considered friends the most, came to help him establish a new grove. Halsin served as a mutual leader over both, though he gave Rath the task of being archdruid, and Zevlor, who had returned to Moonrise with him from Baldur's Gate, the job of leading the refugees in resettling the town.

With him serving as a mediator, the two had formed a symbiotic relationship and had prospered greatly over the last century.

Nettie now served as Archdruid, as Rath had passed on into nature. Zevlor served for another twenty years before he retired, passing from old age a few years later. Elections were now held every five years to appoint a new governor.

His hopes and dreams of healing the Shadow Cursed lands had finally become a reality. . . but he couldn't have done it without Tav.

The harsh caw of a raven brought him out of his reverie. He had unconsciously made his way down to the dock where Tav’s body had been found floating in the water. Her raven companion had been circling overhead, calling loudly to anyone who would listen.

It had been a heart wrenching day. 

Halsin wondered why his unconscious mind had brought him back here. He was loathe to re-live that pain again. He looked at the city around him as the early morning light began to brighten and turned to walk away when something caught his eye.

There, on the end of the dock, stood two ravens. The smaller one had a white chest, while the larger one was white all up and down it's back, with a black tail and wings. The same ones he had spotted flying overhead when he had entered the city.  

There was a flash of green light, and a young woman stood in place of the larger raven. Her hair was cropped short at her shoulders and she wore a simple dress tied above the waist with a woven belt. She wore no shoes, and her feet were muddy.

Her back was to Halsin. She held on to the pier's pillar as if to steady herself and looked out across the water. She hadn't noticed Halsin’s presence. He felt he should keep it that way.

As he began to turn away, he heard her speak to the raven beside her:

“Yungie. . . What am I? Who am I? Why do I keep having these dreams?” she said, looking down at her raven. 

He fluttered up onto her shoulder and nuzzled into her hair to comfort her.

Halsin caught his breath. 

Tav's raven used to do the same thing. 

Could it be possible? Halsin took a tentative step forward onto the dock. No, it couldn't be. Tav is dead. I buried her myself.

He shook his head and turned away. But as he began to walk back up the hill, a voice echoed in his mind. 

Go back, faithful one.

~~~•••~~~

Tren clutched onto the pillar for dear life as a voice echoed in her mind. 

“You have come at last, my child.”

“Sylvanus?”

“The same. Now, close your eyes, and remember….”

~~~•••~~~

Tav blinked as she looked at Withers. “Gods. . . I really am dead aren't I?” 

Withers nodded, then turned towards another figure that had appeared.

"Oak Father!" Tav fell to her knees and bowed low as her god approached her.

“Rise child, and come with me. I have a favor to ask of you,” Sylvanus replied, holding out his hand to her. 

Tav looked up at Withers who nodded in approval. “Go now, warrior. Thou art needed elsewhere.” he said, a smile on his dry lips. 

Tav took Sylvanus’ hand and let him pull her to her feet. 

“What do you want of me?” she asked, hesitantly. 

“How would you like another chance to live, to be with the one you love?” 

“I would give anything.” Tav replied, with no hesitancy. 

Sylvanus nodded. “Your memory will be wiped clean, until the time is right. You will have dreams, flashes of memories, of important moments in your previous life.”

“My previous life?”

Sylvanus nodded and looked down at her with a smile. 

“My child. . . You will be reincarnated. And when the time comes for you to fulfill your destiny, everything will be laid bare, and made clear.”

He leaned over and kissed the top of her head. 

“Now, Tav, my child, my ever faithful one. . . Awaken.”

~~~•••~~~

Tren gasped and opened her eyes, falling to her knees to the dock. Yungie fluttered on her shoulder and cooed softly, trying to comfort her. 

Tren. . .no, Tav, clutched at her chest to try and calm her racing heart. Her entire previous life had rushed back to her in that moment. Memories of her previous family, friends, loved ones, trials, and blessed times flooded her as her head pounded.

Was she even the same person? No, of course not. . . But Tren was still a part of her. The life she had had so far was still there. Memories of growing up in an orphanage, of her cabin beneath the cliff that she built with her bare hands, the rock slide that had nearly buried her, and would have if Yungie hadn't warned her. It was all still there.

She felt the tears pool into her eyes. 

“By Sylvanus' beard, Yungie. I don't know what to make of this?” she gasped. “I'm still me, but at the same time, I'm not? I can't explain it,” she sobbed. 

Yungie hopped down from her shoulder and into her arms, trying his best to snuggle into her and hug her with his wings. 

He hated it when his master was sad. 

As Tav closed her arms around him, she felt a warm comforting hand on her shoulder, and a voice spoke to her.

A voice from her dreams.

A voice from her past life. 

“Are you alright?”

~~~•••~~~

Halsin had heard her fall before turning to see the woman on the dock on her knees, weeping and gasping for breath. He threw all caution to the wind as he jogged down the pier towards her, kneeling down beside her. He laid a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Are you alright?” 

Tav froze as that voice triggered a whole new set of memories to flood through her. Long moonlit walks, longer nights in each other's arms, and passionate kisses under the stars. 

And those arms of his. How she desperately wanted to feel those arms around her again. 

She turned a tear stained face to look up at him.

He looked different now. Older and more wise than before, if that was even possible. Streaks of silver now adorned his auburn hair, and the lines of his face had grown deeper. And his eyes, though awash with concern, held a deep and profound sadness in them.

She reached up a trembling hand and touched his face. 

Halsin wasn't sure how to react. She was looking at him as if she was seeing a long lost lover. 

She looked so familiar to him. Especially her eyes. Piercing gray eyes like a stormy sky before the clouds burst. 

She looks just like Tav.

“Are. . .are you alright?” He asked again. 

“I don't. . . I don't know.” She retracted her hand quickly, as if realizing what she was doing was strange, and rose to her feet. Halsin helped her as best he could. She looked up at him again, bewilderment in her eyes. 

“How. . . How are you here?” She asked. 

“I'm sorry?” Halsin was confused.

“Never mind. . .” The woman looked back towards the water, she shook her head and rubbed at her temples. “Sylvanus help me, this makes no sense!” 

Halsin sighed and nodded. “Sometimes that is just the natural order of things,” he said. 

Tav kept her back turned to Halsin. How she desperately wanted to tell him who she really was; what had happened all those years ago; how she came to be there now. But she wasn't sure how he would take it. She didn't know if he had moved on with his life like everyone else. Perhaps he had fulfilled his dream and found someone else, made a family with them. She didn't blame him if he did. 

“That’s so like you to say,” she couldn't help but scoff at the absurdity of it all as she brushed the tears from her face.

“What?” she heard Halsin gasp.

She just got her memory back, and Halsin was standing right there, as if it was ordained to be so by Sylvanus himself.

Probably because it was.

Tav took in a deep breath. She wasn't the druidic warrior he remembered. She wasn't strong or powerful like she had been back then. In another time, another place. A whole other life. But she was still a druid, and her lifespan would easily fit into the remainder of Halsin’s. 

Was this why I was sent back? To be with him for the rest of his days? 

She turned around to face the large druid, tears still brimming in her eyes. 

“I don't know if you will believe me. It's almost too good to be true,” Yungie hopped back up onto her shoulder to give her a reassuring nuzzle before hopping to the nearby pillar. “But we met before. . . A lifetime ago.”

Halsin felt his heart skip a beat. 

“I. . I'm sorry. . . We have met before?” 

The woman nodded. She took a step closer to him, mirroring a test they took with a dryad once upon a long time ago. 

“You are a kind and gentle soul, who had so much grief and strife thrust upon you in your life.” she began, slowly. “You have no family, because they all passed before you. They are buried near the Grandfather Tree. It didn't surprise me that you loved nature, and I loved the fact that you whittled in your spare time. And I did indeed find it hilarious when you said you loved honey.” 

She took another step towards the now shocked druid as his face grew pale. 

“You spent a hundred years trying to find a way to lift the shadow curse. You were so desperate that you foolishly went with a band of ill-prepared mercenaries who abandoned you at the first sign of trouble. We had to come save you!" she chuckled and wiped at the tears in her eyes. “I remember helping you at the portal to the Shadowfell. I remember seeing how fearful you were when you were holding Thaniel in your arms, realizing he was incomplete. I remember the relief in your eyes when we convinced Oliver to return to him. The joy when you watched the Shadow curse disappear from Reithwin.” 

It was Halsin’s turn to take a tentative step forward. His heart was racing, disbelief and hope on his face all at once as his color returned. 

“It. . . It cannot be,” he stammered.

Tav took yet another step forward. “I remember your arms around me that first night we shared. How ashamed you were of yourself when you couldn't help your bear coming out. How happy I made you when I said I didn't care.” 

“This. . . Is this possible?” Halsin felt chills running down his back and arms. He closed the gap between them, finding his hands firmly clasped in hers. Elves were known to  believe in reincarnation, but it was so rarely heard of that there were many who doubted its reality.

The woman before him continued.

“I. . . I remember after defeating the Absolute. . . I remember falling.” Tav reached up and cupped his cheek in her palm. “ I remember telling you I loved you before I hit the water.”

She closed her eyes as a river of tears fell down her face. “And I remember that I still do. I still love you.” 

Halsin felt like the wind had been knocked out of chest. “Tav?” he said, his voice wavering as the tears rimmed his hazel blue eyes.

She nodded her head, cupping both sides of his face in her hands now. 

“It's me, Halsin. I'm here. I'm home.” 

Halsin felt his strength give out as he fell to his knees in front of her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face into the front of her dress as he unashamedly wept, holding her tight, afraid to let her go again, lest she be a dream that would fade away. Tav ran her fingers through his hair, gently as he remembered her doing before as she leaned forward and planted a warm kiss on the top of his head. 

They remained so until Halsin got a grip on himself. He stood to his feet, pulling Tav into his chest and holding her tight. 

“Oak Father preserve me, is this really happening?” he asked, just as much to Sylvanus as to the woman in his arms. 

Tav wrapped her arms around his waist and gave him a squeeze. “Gods I hope so,” she sobbed. “I missed you for so long and never knew it until now.” 

Halsin tipped her chin up gently with his hand. His eyes darted back and forth as he took in her every feature. He looked into her eyes: those gray orbs that could be so kind, yet so fierce if they needed to be. But the rest of her was slightly different. She had been fully elven before, but now she was half. She was slightly shorter, with a stockier build. The human coming out in her for sure.

But it didn't matter. . . This was Tav. His Tav.

His Heart.

Halsin leaned forward until his forehead rested against hers, his eyes closing as his own tears began to fall.

"I. . . I never got to tell you," he said shakily. "You hit the water before I could tell you."

"Tell me what?"

Halsin opened his eyes, finding Tav's gaze as she looked up at him.

"I love you too."

Tav tried not to break into a new round of sobs, but failed as she jumped into Halsin's arms, wrapping her own around his neck. Her chest ached and she felt that her heart would burst.

Gods, how much she had yearned to hear those words from him. She had waited through death and back to hear them.

"Say it again. . . Please," she asked between shuddering gasps.

"I love you, Tav." said Halsin, wrapping his arms around her legs to hold her up more securely.

Tav pulled away slightly, practically sitting perched on his biceps. She cupped his face in her hands.

"Gods. . . Can I kiss you?" she managed to laugh through her tears.

"I thought you'd never ask," Halsin smiled back.

Tav wasted no time as she leaned forward, pressing her lips to his desperately. Halsin set her down slowly so he could enfold her fully in his arms, never breaking the kiss; drinking her in like a parched man who had found a crystal clear well in the desert.

Once they finally pulled away for breath, they shared a laugh. They were both blushing like young lovers that had been caught in the act. Halsin took Tav's hands in his.  

"The Oak Father has blessed me this day. . ."

"I pray his blessings never end," Tav squeezed his hands, then began leading him back towards the city.

"Come on, we have a lot to catch up on," she said with a smile.

~~~•••~~~

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and when you catch me ; kaeya alberich

content tags/warnings ; roommate!kaeya x reader, gn!reader, no pronouns used, fluff, slight angst if you squint, modern au, slight fanon characterization of kaeya sry lolol

word count ; 2.4k

now playing ; plot twist - niki

Before you came, Kaeya used to spend his mornings in complete silence. It’d only be broken by the occasional slurps of coffee and the creak of the hardwood floors when he’d saunter across what used to be a lone apartment. 

Before you came, Kaeya used to spend his Fridays and weekends going to bars and flirting with anyone his sparkling eye catches on. He’d have an expensive whiskey in hand, seductively drinking from it with a smirk as he’d never break eye contact with the person he was conversing with, their flusteredness going very much noticed. 

Before you came, Kaeya used to order takeout to suffice for dinner, spending more money on a single meal than proper groceries. He’d pile up the single-use plastic containers and cutlery in the garbage, going faster than them than a box of cigarettes. 

Before you came, Kaeya used to go out on the balcony and fill the night air with the smell of tobacco pushing out through his nose and lips. He’d feel the sting of the nicotine in his lungs, lavishing in its pain masochistically at the stroke of midnight when sleepless nights took over.

Kaeya’s heart was free and unbound. He was an eligible bachelor with no intention of caging himself in a relationship despite the many sweethearts that desired to capture his heart for themselves. He loved the freedom given to him by being single and loose, with no one to boss him around or tell him the correct direction of life. There was no one to take away his third glass of wine for the night, no one to cook him homemade meals, no one to tell him off for smoking nearly a pack of Marlboro in a single sitting. There was no one to sit down with him on a Friday night to watch a 1990’s romcom with cheap popcorn, there was no one to quietly sing out classic jazz in the morning dawn, there was no one.

Until you came. 

When you came into Kaeya’s life, you came into it by accident. He was working with you in a group project and he found you both cooperative to work with and easy to talk to and throughout the period, he was able to genuinely call you a friend. You would’ve been a perfect target to seduce if it weren't for the fact that he would routinely see you for the next month or so until the project was finished, meaning an awkwardness that was waiting to blossom would have to come sooner or later if he did take initiative. You began ending up sharing Kaeya’s simple two-bedroom-one-bathroom apartment when you accidentally slipped out one day whilst working with him that your landlord was going to raise your rent by a hefty amount through a soft laugh. 

Kaeya had looked at you almost amazingly—almost surprised at how you were so calm. He remembers that you went straight back to your laptop after mentioning the feat before he had broken the silence with the simple phrase he didn’t know would change everything.

“Do you want to move in with me, instead?”

Honestly, he should’ve known better. Who asks a person he had known for only three and a half weeks to move in with them? But you were out on a whim, and though you would’ve never admitted it, you needed the help. As if a broke grad student like you could afford a shoebox apartment whose rent was twice the amount of Kaeya’s.

It had taken him a good hour of convincing you to move in with him, telling you that his apartment was larger than life and most certainly needed more people to fill up the void. You were only half-convinced afterwards, but he supposes the glimmer in your eye when you spotted the untouched reading nook with a gaping window sill staring out of the city was the kicker for you to move in. 

It was a quick move—your apartment was so small you were able to move everything you owned into only one trip. Kaeya had purchased most things like cups or bowls in doubles or even triples, so there wasn’t even a need to get more cutlery or furniture. He had always felt like his apartment was meant to be shared considering the large amount of empty space he’d often wander around or how much he’d contemplated actually needing six bowls in the cabinet. 

He wasn’t accustomed to having to do more batches of laundry on the weekends at first—nor was he accustomed to coming home with the TV on, having the kitchen smell faintly of basil, marinara sauce, and meatballs. The evidence that someone else was home besides him didn’t grow on him so quickly. It made him uncomfortable for a bit, even, knowing his personal space was now overlapping with another’s.

But as the weeks went on, as the months went on, he began to grow used to the piling dishes in the sink from the night before. He began being used to the hamper being half full with the week only being a third done. He began to smell the aroma in the air in the evening, trying to guess what you had cooked prior and searching if you saved him some. 

And those silly little habits became routine as you slowly attached yourself to his life without either of you realizing it. 

Kaeya supposes that those little things that you did were the very things that made him lose himself in the one thing he thought he would never get tangled in. 

And damn, did he despise it.

To have someone pay this much attention to him without the feeling of desire and lust is something all too foreign to the libertine. The way you noticed his little things made his heart sting. You had memorized his coffee routine after the first week and never went a day without it having been prepared and ready for him in the mornings. You noticed how he always sets the TV volume at either an even number or at a multiple of five and never changed it to anything else. You noticed how he’d fidget in a sort of nervousness—whether that be picking at his fingernails or toying with the cuff of his sleeves—when he would ask you if you made him something alongside your dinner. And the answer was always. 

Kaeya had eaten alone by himself ever since he blossomed into his teenage years. Adelinde, in the old family mansion he used to live in, was his only company, but even so, she would merely stand idly a few feet away from him as she waited for him to finish his supper only to clean up after him. The conversations rarely lasted a minute between the two anyway.

It traveled to adulthood, eating alone. The company that tagged along with him whenever he’d eat out with friends made him uneasy—talking while eating made him hasty. So Kaeya ended up just skipping friend dinners altogether and would catch up for drinks at a later time. 

But when you had patted the chair next to you on the kitchen island the evening you moved in, that uncomfortability he held so strongly had chipped away ever so slowly with every dinner you had with him. 

Kaeya would find it strange, at first. How do people talk whilst eating without being gross and spitting out food? How do people manage to hold conversations when one should merely focus on finishing their meal? He didn’t understand how you had so much to talk about in a single slice of time with him and still manage to enjoy the meal you ate. That sort of multitasking didn’t exist within him. 

But he slowly realized that it wasn’t the food that connected people as they ate together. 

It was the time spent with each other. Food just happened to always be in the foreground. 

He didn’t even realize he began looking forward to those dinners with you until he had complained you ate dinner without him at that singular time when you nonchalantly mentioned the food was in the fridge before he forced you to eat a second dinner with him or else he wouldn’t let you go to bed. 

“Kae, I’m full—”

“Don’t care,” he huffed, pushing your stiff form from the living room to the kitchen, “We’ve always eaten together and that’s how it’ll always be.”

“Just get the food from the fridge and eat it in the living room!” you exasperated.

“No, it doesn’t feel right,” he insisted and plopped your pouting form into your usual seat near the island. “We’re eating together and that’s final.”

But it wasn’t when you made that little comment that one moonlit evening that you had pulled him into a whirlpool of strange feelings without being conscious of it. 

There was a time that Kaeya didn’t have work while you did, and he ended up sparing some of that time attempting to learn a recipe as a thank you for cooking him lovely homemade meals (it didn’t even turn out half bad despite being a menace in the kitchen when he attempted to help you!). Being the extra person he was, he had covered the island with a satin tablecloth and had picked up a neat flower arrangement from the florist down the street to plop into the vase gifted to him by the elderly landlady that claimed he should one day be her son-in-law. 

The candelabra that held up three candlesticks was perhaps a little too much, he had thought seconds before you had walked through the door. By then, it was too late to remove or add any little details since upon entering your shared home, you had commented on the sweet aroma that wafted the air from the oven, not knowing that it had just finished up baking a simple lava cake. 

It was only after you had finished the three-course meal that he prepared that Kaeya realized what he had prepared for you unintentionally. 

“It’s almost like we’re on a date!” you had laughed lightly.

Kaeya paused as your giggles died down, staring at you almost incredulously, trying to take in what you just said without thought. “H-huh?”

“I mean,” you cleared your throat with the prepared wine and gestured to the preparations. “Look at this. The flowers, the candles, the moonlight. You can’t tell me this doesn’t give ‘ dinner date’ vibes.” 

He could only stare at your blurring figure for a second or so before muttering, “Yeah… I guess it is like a date…”

That pivoting point was what made Kaeya start noticing the little details adorning your being. How you always reached for a specific cup for tea, what you liked to wear according to your wardrobe, those sort of little petals of yourself that slowly fell into his palms began to decor him in your little habits. 

And it was sort of comforting. 

He’d never admit to falling in love. Oh, no, that wasn’t the case at all with him. His little gifts to you and acts of servitude and occasional warm touches to you were not droplets of love… they were mere… favorited affection… as Kaeya would nickname it. 

But love? 

Absolutely not. That’s too much of a title.

Him noting to get you that ivory ivy-patterned dress once his pay cheque came while you both window-shopped in autumn was not love. Nor was idly wrapping himself around you and resting his chin on your forehead as you cooked, breathing in your scent and feeling the softness of your skin. Neither was carrying you to bed after falling asleep mid-movie and tucking you in before counting your breaths as he laid his head next to yours. And don’t get started on how he would get too worried if you still weren’t through the door at the designated time you said you’d be home by to the point where he considered calling the authorities (only for you to graze in three minutes later), because that was just him worrying about your safety like any other ordinary roommate. Love was not embracing himself in your warmth during the coldest of nights in your room, under your comforter. It wasn’t listening and singing to the songs you liked, and it most certainly was not making sure you both had time for an “outing” with each other every Saturday of each week.

Love isn’t wrapping you up in his scarf immediately when you give the smallest sneeze as a chill passes by. Love isn’t excusing himself early with an outing with friends when you text him if you want to catch up on the show you were watching together. Love isn’t contemplating whether the title of calling you his “lover” would suit you, nor were the imaginations of holding your face in his hands with his lips tenderly kissing yours as the flurrying feeling inside him melds together into a pool of amorous yearning for you and you only. 

Love doesn’t keep up late at night a room away from you, wondering if you thought of him as much as he thought of you that day. Love doesn’t make him weak in the knees when you gleam a glorious smile at him at peak happiness—the type of smile where your cheeks hurt a little bit and your eyes crinkle so much, the whites aren’t visible anymore. Love doesn’t make him stare at your ring finger, wondering what size it is and how a jeweled band would look around it.

Love doesn’t make him do any of those things. 

Kaeya Alberich does not love you in that sense.

He is one hundred percent sure of that. 

…

“Kaeya!” you call from the front door, poking your head in with a concerned look on your face. “You said you were ready? Our brunch reservation isn’t gonna eat itself—you know how busy it gets on Saturdays.” 

Swallowing thickly, Kaeya shoves his hand inside his coat pocket smoothly. “I’m coming, I just need to find my wallet,” he lies nonchalantly, “Start the car, I’ll be down in a few.” 

You eye his right hand suspiciously for a moment. “Alright…” you murmur with a raised brow. “Don’t take too long though, I’m getting hungry!” 

With a quick creak of the door and the snapping of a lock, Kaeya lets out a tense breath before pulling his hand out. Opening the modest white velvet box, he glides his thumb on the delicate sapphire promise ring, making sure it’s free of any marks and spare dust before closing the box and tucking it safely into his pocket again. 

With another sharp breath and a quick fix of his hair, he whisks himself out to face what could be the most important day of his life. 

… or maybe he’s ninety-nine percent sure. 

a/n ; this was an old work i had totally forgotten about until i was cleaning up my drive and decided to post merely because i thought there were some tidbits that deserved their spotlight. the original title was actually "and when i catch you", but since it centers kaeya's perspective, i tweaked it a little bit to make it more fitting :>

anyways, thanks for reading as always!! your time, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated and never unnoticed <3

[noxereah]

Hi :) is hug deprived anon no longer anon, back with another request (if you want to write it obv! No pressure, as always!)

So, this MC is pretty strong as humans go. A bit above average in height, isn’t chiseled and buff like Beel but does have a lot of functional muscle strength. The sort of person who was always the one people back in the human world would call on to lift heavy things, move furniture, carry boxes, etc.

Likewise, their personality is kinda like Beel’s—in that they’re generally helpful and protective, mild mannered, about as talkative as he is. MC grew up a bit too fast though. They were too helpful, given responsibilities before they were ready, put in charge of others because they’re reliable. Their peers and adults alike would confide in them about their issues when they were still too young to handle them well, which they took with the same gentle, old-soul competence that makes it easy for people to rely on them as always.

They’re used to carrying heavy things (including people) both physically and emotionally. Good at it, too.

But then, they arrive in the Devildom and make friends with the bros, helping them like in canon as this MC would instinctively do, but also… these demons are bigger and stronger than them. As much as MC still falls into the babysitter/therapist role emotionally for them, the demons protect MC physically.

This is a huge, life affirming relief to MC! It’s so nice to have other people to take over being the protective strong one for once! It’s so nice to have help! It’s nice to feel cared for.

So, how do you think the bros would react to this MC leaning into their demons babying them? Maybe eventually getting a bit clingy with them? Mc being like, oh, you want to help me? You’re protecting me, you’re carrying stuff for me, you’re genuinely asking how I’m feeling?? Thank fuck! Yes, I am babie, pls carry me

If all the bros are too much/impractical for this one, it’s also totally good if you’d rather write this with just Beel and/or Mammon. Lucifer could work well for this too, now that I think of him. Do whatever you like! Have fun! :)

hi!! great to hear from you :) thanks for always being sweet, it always makes my day to see you <3

decided to do beel, mammon, and asmo because I figured he could be fun to write and felt like he's almost an unlikely pick

enjoy <3

Strong Mc who enjoys being babied

Mammon

when he's around, which is basically all the time since you're attached at the hip, he doesn't want you to lift a finger

he's absolutely determined to make you feel special and treat you like gold

would give you the world if you stared at it for even a second too long

he doesn't care that you're taller or more buff than him, you're baby

you work so hard and he wants you to know that

please he'd stop a moving car or an angry satan if you asked

while he knows he's not helpful academically, he is willing to help you in any other way possible

you want to go shopping? take goldie from him you can carry her

you need someone to carry the bags? that's what he's here for

you need someone to tell you how your outfits are? he's got you

he's so whipped

Asmo

this seems unlikely but i think people tend to forget that he's pretty strong too

he's more powerful than beel and it's so funny to me to think that the little twink is more powerful than the body builder work out brother

he would take full advantage of this to catch you by surprise with hugs from behind that lift you off the ground

is overjoyed when you say you love them and that he can hug you whenever he wants

expect lots of surprise hugs

when the two of you are out in public, and someone is trying to both you for whatever reason, he won't hesitate to sock them in the face

while he hates to talk about his own feelings because of the implications that holds for him, he's very emotionally available for you

he will be your ultimate hype man

if you want, he will literally just carry you around while you nap, mindlessly scroll, or do whatever

he will continue on with his day as normal as if he isn't carrying you around like a baby

he's just underrated in general

Beel

to be honest, this is new for him too

it's rare for him to meet someone cut from the same cloth as him but he doesn't mind, and actually likes it

because of this, he knows exactly what he can do to help you, or ease your burdens

he knows how tough it can be to carry around something emotionally

always there to talk things out with you

or, he can be your shoulder to lean on

honestly whatever you need him to be, he can be

he's always willing to help and lets you know that

will give the best piggyback ride you've ever had, and will give them whenever

he understands how you feel and is glad he's able to give you the solace you deserve <3

[noxereah]

➭kissing headcanons (baldur’s gate)

content: smoochin, slightly suggestive, fluff, astarion, wyll, lae’zel, gale, shadowheart, halsin, karlach

words: 1.3k

oh to kiss these lil guys

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❊ Astarion:

You have your first kiss during yall lil date at the tiefling party. You can't deny the way it takes your breath away, but there's something in the way he does it. The way his lips move and the way his tongue grazes yours, it feels rehearsed. After many dark nights, he perfected the most addicting kiss to lure in prey— he knows what makes people tremble— and he uses it to his advantage. It makes you feel so flustered and desired, and it works as promised, from that point on you're whipped.

But, as your relationship grows, and Astarion becomes more trusting, the kisses are tender. Almost shy. It makes your heart absolutely swell, knowing that he's slowly figuring out what he's ok with. And he always has a furious blush on his face after he places a sweet kiss to your lips. And when he's comfortable, he's giving you kisses every chance he can. Not to seduce you or lure you into vulnerability, but just to kiss you. To be close on his terms. He'll even welcome you initiating, and lovesss a cheek kiss.

❊ Wyll:

(I started writing this before the new kisses dropped andddddd its exactly what I had in mind) Have you ever wanted to kiss a disney prince? Yea yea that's what it's like. It's so romantic every time, his strong arms always wrapped around your waist to hold you close. You very nearly lose yourself every time he kisses you, like ugh he knows exactly what he's doing. Always kissing your knuckles with a bow like a prince, always pulling you in and smiling against your lips. He's definitely the type to make out for hours while you snuggle.

He never does short kisses either. If he gets the opportunity, he's leaving a long, passionate kiss on your lips every single time. It also makes him laugh how the other camp members yell about 'getting a room' or making gagging faces. I could totally see him kissing you during battle, think that one scene in pirates of the caribbean. Ugh he's such a hopeless romantic it's so so hard not to fall in love all over again whenever his lips touch yours. (Also if you kiss His knuckles it makes him blush soooo fucking hard like he's adorable).

❊ Lae'zel:

Very short kisses and never in front of the others. At least at first. When the two of you first start getting close, kisses are somewhat rare, and they're quick little pecks if anything. HOOOOWWWEVER get a little alcohol in her and bring her to a secluded spot? and she's on you like white on rice bitch. Deep passionate kisses with plenty of bites, and her claws digging into your clothes type shit. I feel like once she gets closer and more comfortable she'll give you longer kisses in front of others but they are still pretty rare. Lae'zell likes her privacy and PDA is still pretty much a no no, unless you're in danger if that makes sense. Like if you get into trouble and are badly hurt she'll rush over and tend to your wounds and offer little kisses on your face.

Also if you ever kiss her head she'll just sit there completely shocked for like a minute straight, with that cute lil confused puppy expression. If you try and kiss her nose though? Death LOLLLL.

❊ Gale:

The first kiss with Gale is sweet and only a little awkward. Gale probably says some dumb shit like "Ah, forgive me. It's been more than a while since I've kissed a material being," and it makes you laugh. He's a fast learner though and soon has you swooning over every kiss he has to offer. Loves to laze around in bed with you while he reads so he can leave sweet, almost mindless kisses to your head and cheek. The easiest way to pull that nerd from a book is to lay on his belly and kiss him all over. He might complain at first but if you kiss his neck it's over with. Motherfucker is sooooo ticklish there that it immediately breaks down any resistance. EW and his laugh is so fucking cute, he definitely snorts.

Sometimes his beard hairs tickle you if y'all are like Really kissing and he always feels so bad lmao. Like immediately trimming his shit every time it happens even though you reassure time and time again him that you literally do not care. It's not like you mind the beard burn in other places after all wink wink.

❊ Shadowheart:

She definitely gives the sweetest kisses. You can always tell when she wants a kiss because she'll start smiling and leaning against you. I don't think she would initiate a kiss at first, but they are always welcome. She especially loves forehead kisses or kisses against her hair. Makes her feel like a precious little doll and the blush that comes afterwards is to die for. Kiss the hand that Shar shocks and she'll cry, truly. From anyone else she'd find it almost corny, but she has a soft spot for you hehe.

Also she gets sooo giggly when you kiss attack her, like all over her face, ears, neck. It honestly surprises you the first time it happens, but her laughter is so sweet so you continue to do so (when the moment strikes of course). Whenever she gets more comfortable she might even start initiating kisses by coming up to you and puckering her lips wordlessly. ACK she's so fucking cute I can't.

❊ Halsin:

*trembling* b big daddy halsin... He loves loves loves kisses!! Anytime any place bitch. I don't know why but the voices tell me he likes his ears, and the part of his jaw just below his earlobe, being kissed. He's a big ol boy so it's not often someone can even reach that part of him so it's like extra special.

Definitely the most passionate kisser behind Wyll, but they're nearly neck and neck when it comes to romance. It's something about being wrapped up in his fuckin tree trunk arms that makes you melt into a squishy puddle every time. You're like clay in his hands, and you feel it even more so when he massages you lol. Always leaves kisses (maybe more) on your shoulders and spine when he does. He could get you to do almost anything if he offered you a kiss after. Oh and he also loves when you kiss his nose while he's in his wildshape. Plus who doesn't wanna smooch a real life teddy bear?

❊ Karlach:

The first time you FINALLY get to kiss her, she's honestly terrified and so excited she could totally puke. She just squeezes her eyes shut, bends down a little, and lets you peck her on the lips. The gasp she lets out is so fucking cute!! And she almost immediately scoops you up in a bone-crushing hug and smooshes your lips together. It's not the most elegant or gentle kiss in the world but it's full of passion and love and it makes her so giddy she's shaking. Thank the fucking gods her heart is better because even if you would have been able to touch her at first, her chest would most likely explode from nerves.

Definitely the most needy companion when it comes to kisses, like she needs them constantly. Waking up? Kisses. Going to sleep? Kisses. Before and after a battle? Leaving to pee? Eating dinner? Getting ready in the morning? KISSES!!! If you exist in her space her lips are on you more often than not, but like you can't blame her.

[noxereah]

something they don’t tell you about being autistic is that every character you write WILL end up autistic/autistic-coded whether you like it or not

[noxereah]

MC falls asleep on him

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Lucifer:

‘…?!’ Is what Lucifer is thinking as your head drops onto his shoulder.

You had cajoled him into doing some of his constant paperwork in a bigger chair for a change. So there’s room for you to sit next to him! You’re not even demanding his attention, or the spare time that he doesn’t have, you’re being very considerate, you just wanted sit next to him, that’s all, you had promised!

Lucifer caved, because he is very soft for his human—even though he’s loathe to look like it. You were in fact being considerate… so he had brought a stack of relatively low-importance papers out of his office, into the living room.

You were sitting on a couch together, him with his stack of administrative papers and you with a homework assignment. You finished yours quickly, so you ended up playing a game on your DDD as you lean against him.

He checks on you periodically out of the corner of his eye. He’s relaxed though—as relaxed as Lucifer gets. This is peaceful. Meditative, almost. He’s happy. All his brothers are elsewhere, his tasks are not too overwhelming, he gets to have a nice, calming afternoon sitting in companionable silence with his favourite housemate…

A sudden weight falling on him jolts him out of his trance. Your cheekbone thunks against his shoulder. He blinks. Processing.

In quick succession, his brain goes like ‘..?!’ then ‘it is mid-afternoon why are you sleeping’ and ‘have we been overworking our human?’ and ‘aww. MC really does trust me that much.’

He adjusts the way you’re situated so you’re more comfortable as he finishes up the last of his work. When he’s done, he takes a moment to just observe. To appreciate your trust in him. Also, to congratulate himself again for his part in the creation of the exchange program, because it brought you into his life.

(He tries to ignore the stubborn twinge of nostalgic heartache he feels as well. You’re reminding him so much of Belphie, from back when his relationship with him was good. He’d never admit it, but he misses having his babiest brother fall asleep on him like this.)

Lucifer gathers up his papers, then picks you up, being careful not to jostle you too much. Let no one ever say he doesn’t take good care of his human. He carries you to your room to put you to bed. Clearly you need the extra sleep. Or… well, he tries to. You’re holding onto him pretty insistently.

He expects himself to feel irritated, but… no. He can’t help but feel a little smug, actually. It’s cute, you’re cute, you don’t seem to want him to leave you. So… fine. He’ll oblige. For a short break.

(An hour or two later, you’ll wake up to the smells and sounds of dinner being prepared. You’re… not under your blanket? No, you’re covered by Lucifer’s ridiculously long coat. It’s warm, soft. It smells like him. In this moment, it’s impossible to miss how loved you are.)

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Mammon:

The first time this happened (in your room, watching movies without any of his brothers for once), Mammon was stunned. He had frozen up, stuttered some nonsense to no one in particular, then quickly slapped his free hand over his mouth as he realized he would wake you if he didn’t immediately chill out.

Now though? You’ve been in his life for a while. He’s your oldest friend here. Those movie nights had become a habit, even though it remained rare to have one with no one else joining in. So this has happened a lot, and he’s gotten used to it. He doesn’t react so outwardly anymore, not unless one of his brothers show up to make fun of him.

If they try it, Mammon is rather aggressive about shushing them. At first, because he hated to be so obvious about how much he cares about you, but now that he’s a bit more used to it, it’s because he doesn’t want them to disturb you. He feels like he’s protecting you by keeping his brothers from waking you up. Sometimes, he’s the one who wakes you up by telling them to shut up just a bit too loudly, or silently gesturing for them to be quiet or go away a little too enthusiastically.

His brothers roast him even more for that. Poor thing.

Time and time again, you pass out on his shoulder. During a movie, mid relaxed hangouts with various groups of the brothers, in the rare times when hanging out solo with Mammon is a relaxing low-energy affair, while studying, during the lunch break at school, even in class sometimes. His heart warms, and he can’t help but smile at the familiar feel of you conked out on his shoulder again. He doesn’t even mind if you snore.

Mammon is usually such a loud, high energy person. Neither you nor him finds anything wrong with that of course, it’s one of many lovable things about him. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like being able to just chill with you sometimes though. It’s nice.

Eventually, he gets familiar enough with this that he’s willing to move you around to get more comfortable. With time, he learns exactly what ways he can move you without disturbing you. So most of the time when you fall asleep on him, you wake up in some other position. Sitting in his lap, lying down with a sleeping Mammon wrapped around you, being carried to another room, propped up against his side in your next class, being hugged like a teddy bear in his room, etc etc.

He never questions why you’re tired. He just lets you pass out on him. He wants you to be in the best possible condition, and he will happily take all the time with you he can get. He takes this to mean that you also want all the time with him that you can get, that you would rather stay with him than go to bed when you’re tired because you would rather not be separated from him. Just like how he feels about you. Why else would he be in your room as often as he is?

You trusting him enough to sleep on him all the time makes him feel like he’s being a good guardian demon, like he’s as precious to you as you are to him.

He’s a fan of all the free cuddles he gets out of this, too.

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Levi:

You’re in Levi’s room with him, set up very comfortably as you’re marathoning an anime together. You’ve been at it for hours though, you’re already a bit sleep deprived, and you’ve seen this one a few times already. You can’t stop yourself from nodding off. Your head drops onto his shoulder.

Levi freaks out.

“afgshrjdxssh—WH-!” He flails. You immediately snap awake again. “You—uhh-!” He shoves you away in a panic, then immediately changes his mind, pulling you back in, then freezes for a moment before letting go of you to flap his hands frantically. “Nonono stay—wait no, you don’t want to—I mean, you don’t have to—I mean, get o—uhh! Um! I mean! S-stay if you want, but I don’t care if you don’t want to—!”

You blink slowly at him a couple times. Trying to parse his contradictory sputtering. You’re tired, you’re not working at full brain power. You figure he means something along the lines of: ‘ooo I’m Levi, I have bad self esteem and I can’t believe you want to touch me, but I want you to, but I can’t say that because I cope with feeling unlovable by acting all tsundere because that way I feel less pathetic, love you though!’

You know. Standard Levi stuff. You love him so much—and you’d be very happy if he started therapy.

For now though, you just grab his arm and pull him closer to you again. You bury your face in his shoulder. This time, it’s unmistakably a deliberate move. Wordlessly telling him that you do in fact love him enough to want to touch him.

It’s like his body just took a screenshot! He keysmashes out loud.

Slowly, he calms down. He puts one hesitant arm around you. You don’t move. He can’t tell if you’re already asleep again or just pretending to be, but either way you seem to be comfortable.

Soon enough, he finds himself smiling like an absolute dork. This… is actually very effective reassurance. He feels all warm and fuzzy and loved. He likes holding you.

It’s reminding him of TSL fluff fics he’s read where absolutely nothing happens except Henry and the Lord of Shadows cuddle. A way for him to experience affection vicariously through a character he relates to and a character he loves, when he really wants hugs himself but can’t have any.

He squeezes you softly as his heart warms. He squishes his cheek against the side of your head.

“I love my Henry..!” Levi mumbles to himself, under his breath. He has no way of knowing if you heard that, which is why he said it out loud. It’ll be a while until he gets the nerve to say it when he knows you can hear.

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Satan:

He is HONOURED, he is OVERJOYED, he is MELTING, he is… very carefully remaining perfectly chill.

It’s the same type of happiness as when a cat decides to sit on you out of nowhere. He’s been chosen!

He is SO happy you trust him so much!

He had been reading, as usual. You had been sitting next to him, as usual. You had gotten tired, and without a moment of hesitation you had buried your face in his shoulder and fallen asleep.

He carefully contains all the joy this gives him, so he doesn’t disturb you. He wraps an arm around you, plants a soft kiss on your head, and goes right back to reading.

If you sleep fitfully, he’ll stroke your hair to soothe you.

When you wake up, he’ll ask if you had a nice nap. He won’t make any moves to make you get off him. If you choose to anyway, he won’t react outwardly, because he doesn’t want to discourage you falling asleep on him again. He wants this to happen lots more! So he’ll just smile at you and go back to his book.

But if you don’t choose to leave, he’ll shift you entirely into his lap to make you both more comfortable. He can hug you properly like this. If he’s sure you’ll be comfortable with it, he’ll kiss your forehead before going back to his book. He’s very happy to keep you there.

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Asmo:

Predictably, Asmo’s gonna take ALL the pictures of this!

A few in which he doesn’t look at the camera, as if they were candid shots. Some where he’s posing cutely, a couple where he’s kissing your head, a bunch of various angles of your sleeping face. What can he say, he thinks the way your cheek squishes against his collarbone is just precious.

A bit less predictably, he posts none on devilgram. No, these are just for him.

…maybe the best ones are for the group chat. He’s gotta show off his cute human to someone, it may as well be to his brothers. They’ll appreciate you properly. He’ll share after you’ve woken up, though. He doesn’t want anyone barging in to disturb you.

He’ll share the pictures with you as well if you ask, of course! What he will NOT do, however, is risk you deleting them! He’ll back them up first. He’ll store them in a hidden album if you’re shy about them, but he’s not deleting them!

Well, unless you’re genuinely uncomfortable. Then, okay fine. But please let him keep at least one? You’re so cute!

He’ll be more affectionate over the following days. Trying to be next to you all the time, inviting you to his room at every opportunity, pulling you to sit next to him. All because he hopes you’ll fall asleep on him again. Or just lean on him like that, and let him cuddle you. Please, he’d be SO happy!

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Beel:

Beel is so used to this behaviour. Belphie falls asleep on him all the time. He’d be the most chill about it.

As if it’s routine, he’ll secure you in your position with his arm, so you can’t fall and get hurt. He’ll rub your back and hum softly to you to help you relax if you don’t seem to be sleeping well. Beel is warm and soft and big and comfy, like the giant teddy bear he is at heart. He’s considerate and gentle. He’s always really sweet to you, and that doesn’t change one bit even when you’re unconscious.

When he inevitably gets too hungry to stay where he is, he’ll just take you to the kitchen with him. It’s no problem, he does this with Belphie all the time. It doesn’t matter how much you weigh, Beel can carry you easily. He thinks nothing of it.

He can cook one handed too if he needs to. He’s got practice—also because of Belphie. He’s chilling, he’s comfortable, there’s nothing unusual about this at all to him.

If the kitchen noises wake you up, he’ll apologize and share his food with you. He’ll tell you outright that he’s happy to let you use him as a pillow whenever you want.

(Also, he makes a mental note to drop you off with Belphie instead of bringing you along to the kitchen and risking waking you up again next time)

If it doesn’t wake you up, no problem! That’s what he expected. He just carries you around as he does what he needs to do around the house. He’ll put you to bed properly if he needs to go outside of course, but otherwise he’s bringing you with him.

When you wake up, he’ll put you down if you somehow indicate that’s what you want. If you don’t though, he just… won’t. He likes holding you. He’d do it so often if he thought you’d like him to.

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Belphie:

…Welp. The table has turned, hasn’t it.

People don’t fall asleep on Belphie while he’s awake too often! He’s not usually conscious to experience this! He likes it though. He thinks you’re being so cute.

9 times out of 10, Belphie will take this as his cue to cuddle up to you and join you in sleep. He can always be tempted into a nap. He’d make sure this the comfiest, nicest, most restful nap you’ve ever taken. He’d make sure you feel so safe and loved. You will NOT be disturbed on his watch.

On the rare tenth time, when Belphie isn’t tired, he might whine about being trapped. When one of his brothers points out that he can move you very easily, he glares at them. He maintains that it’s illegal to move when you’ve been chosen as someone’s pillow. When it’s pointed out that he’s perfectly capable of waking you if he really wants to get up, he looks affronted. He would NOT do that, he says. Do they think he’s completely heartless, he asks.

Well. He wouldn’t do that unless he’s feeling particularly bratty. He’d totally do it to any of his brothers… but he’s soft with you. He loves you. Be so for real, do you think he’d really ever pass up an opportunity to cuddle you? No way. He can go shopping later.

He won’t tell you that though. He’ll bitch about it to your face, complaining until you agree to go shopping with him next time, all the while refusing to let go of you.

He already was not hesitating to fall asleep on you, but he somehow gets more shameless and constant about it. Since you’re doing it too, it’s your thing now. You’d be a hypocrite to complain now.

Yeah, he couldn’t be happier about this. Please sleep on him all the time. Enable him even more! He’ll make sure you won’t regret it.

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happiness the likes of which he's never known

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*Halsin kissing Tav while holding them so tightly that not one mote of light could come between them, kissing them so deeply that there is no room for thought, only sensation of his scent, the calluses on his hands, the firmness of his body, the heat emanating from him. Every touch he gives is to bring them closer until it feels like they'll be consumed by his passion before it ends.*

Halsin: *smiling* Was there something you wanted, my heart?

Tav: 😶

Halsin: ....my heart?

Tav: .......I think I forgot my name.

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bear barbarian halsin.... do u get it

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Companion Bed/Sleeping Preferences

Lae'zel. Brought up as a warrior she definitely prefers practicality over comfort. Big luxurious soft beds are not for her, they’re too much of a hassle to get in and out of, not proficient at all. But if she has to, then she can pretty much sleep anywhere, be it while lying down, sitting, or standing. If she were to choose, she would probably prefer a hard surface over a soft one, so that her back feels nice and straight in the morning. She’s probably the companion who goes to bed first if she’s not on watch duty, and were it not for the elven companions then she would also be the one to wake up first quickly getting ready for the day. However she’s NOT allowed to sharpen her sword until after everyone else has gotten up.     

Shadowheart, too, has been trained to be able to sleep under most conditions, and a comfortable bed hasn’t really been commonplace for her under Shar.

But unlike Lae’zel, Shadowheart would actually enjoy having a bit of comfort in her life, especially after leaving Shar. It’s just something that she has to rediscover gradually. The feeling of the soft warm bed that she has at the Elfsong—a stark contrast to the cold stone of her old bed—is nice, but she almost finds it too warm at first quickly having to throw off her duvet to not overheat. The smell of clean linens however is perhaps her favorite thing, reminding her of a childhood long forgotten. Post-game she would probably enjoy having her own sleep rituals that she can do for herself and not to appease some cruel goddess. 

Astarion is a man of luxury. That means that he wants as big and soft a bed as possible, he practically wants to drown into the mattress. And it HAS to have clean silk sheets, he is done with damp dirty sheets that smell like they’ve been fucked to death. The bed is preferably a curtained four poster so that the warmth can’t escape, because obviously the bed has been warmed up by a bed warmer before he gets in. I know that there are several takes about the wooden board that he has in his tent, but I personally believe that it's there so he doesn't have to place his bedroll directly on the dirty ground. Anyways, Astarion wants a comfortable bed because he is a creature of comfort, and if can’t rest peacefully then he can at least suffer while in a comfortable bed. 

Gale also is a man of comfort when it comes to beds. His bed in Waterdeep has at least ten pillows, however he can only sleep with one otherwise he gets neck pain. The extra pillows are there so that he can sit comfortably while reading in bed. The bed itself is probably also really pompous looking, not exactly like the one from his last night alive scene, no it’s more pompous than that, it’s probably round. Yes it’s round. It’s a round four poster, decorated with golden constellations and heavy velour curtains hoisted up with thick tasseled ropes. And boy did he miss his bed when he had to leave Waterdeep. It’s not that he can’t sleep anywhere else, it just takes him a while to get used to new surfaces. ALSO, Gale most definitely talks in his sleep. Has he ever set something on fire in his sleep? He would never admit it, but he also can’t say no.    

Wyll. Since being cast out by his father Wyll quickly got used to not having a regular bed. He’d either be camping or he’d be offered shelter for his heroic deeds by the people who he helped. He probably enjoys camping quite a bit, finding the quietness of nature relaxing. Either that or he’s too much of an optimist to admit to himself that he misses having a warm bed. Wyll is also most definitely a morning person. Early bird gets the worm and all that. In fact he gets restless if has to laze around in bed for too long. Lastly, sleeping after he gets his horns is, if not a struggle, then at least something that takes some getting used to. For instance, he can’t lie down without a pillow. Not on his back. Not his side. Not his stomach. So pillows are a must, or at least just something that takes the strain off his head/neck while lying down.    

Karlach is probably the most restless sleeper of the gang. Not in the sense that she doesn’t sleep well—because she does—but she is a very animated sleeper, either kicking or punching the air, or she gets those weird twitches while dreaming. So unfortunately she’s not just a bad bed partner because of her body temperature, which sucks because she loves spooning before falling asleep. So, she’s either cradling Clive or her blanket for comfort. She also prefers sleeping in cold environments, which was fine when the group hadn’t reached Baldur’s Gate because when you’re outside then there’s always a draft. However the Elfsong doesn’t offer that same luxury, but at least she gets to sleep next to the window.

Halsin can also pretty much sleep anywhere, not because it’s practical, but because he’s always comfortable, at least when out in the wild. After all, the perk of bear form is that you’re well-padded for any surface. And he is a heavy sleeper. Give this man a good hearty meal, and he’ll sleep for 12 hours. This also means that any bed partner of his should be careful that they don’t get smothered under him, because if he is in deep sleep then you cannot wake him. He has also most definitely talked himself to sleep when telling his children goodnight stories before bed, only to then wake up and find that he’s the one that's been tucked into bed.

(If you’re interested in more bed thoughts then I also have this post)

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Love Language Headcanons BG3 (Pt. 1)

Love language headcanons for the male companions! Female companions will be in a part 2. Because I have nothing better to do :D

Astarion’s love languages revolve less around the specific type and more about the intent. He’ll listen to you spew thoughtless praise and such at him for hours, but it’s when you complement things that people don’t tend to notice that he’ll really melt. Because sure, he’s used to people calling him handsome and using his body to seduce people, but he’s not so used to someone pointing out, say, his fine skills with sewing. Or using words like ‘pretty’ or ‘beautiful’ instead of ‘charming’ and ‘handsome. It’s why he’ll get a bit shocked during the one mirror scene if you start pointing out smaller, seemingly inconsequential details, like the curls of his hair or his smile lines- he’s not used to people caring enough to look that closely. In the same vein, he also enjoys physical touch, but moreso anything non-sexual. Hand-holding, forehead kisses, hugs- any touch that has no ulterior motive behind it. It takes him a while to get used to, but once he does it’s like you can’t get him off of you. He’ll get all whiny about it too sometimes if he doesn’t feel like you’ve been touching enough, “Tav, darling, you’re simply neglecting me, holding that dagger instead of my ever so cold hand. Positively cruel.”

Gale defaults to acts of service at first. It’s what he’s kind of used to after Mystra, trying so hard to keep up with pleasing her again and again. Putting all of his self-worth into what he can provide for her. But after helping him work through a bit of that trauma and making sure he understands that he doesn’t constantly have to be doing something for you for you to stay, he realizes he simply enjoys just passing the time together. Quality time. Even if you two are in the same room doing entirely different things, he just finds it comforting to know you’re there, that he’s not alone, and that you’re not going anywhere. Of course, he’ll still go out of his way to do things for you, but it starts becoming more of a gift giving habit. He’ll bring you something from the market because ‘it reminded me of you, so you had to have it.’ He’ll get you books he’s read that he thinks you’ll enjoy. Tiny trinkets that he could go into hour-long explanations on why he just had to get it for you. Poems and little notes written and handed to you before he walks out the door. Eventually, you’ll have so many tiny little things he’s given you that you’re running out of space, but you’ll just have to get a bag of holding, because there’s no way in hell you’re getting rid of them. Later, when he finds out you not only still have every single little thing, and also remember when you got every single one, he’s so touched that he… totally isn’t crying, no, there’s just something in his eye.

Wyll is very much a words of affirmation man. He is the Disney prince of BG3, and can and will rave on about you for days on end. He’ll spin tiny things you’ve done and tell them to people like they were the most incredible things he’s ever seen. You could wake up with a bedhead and be the groggiest you’ve ever been and he’ll still tell you you’re gorgeous. He’s horrible at taking what he dishes out after Mizora changes him, though, especially at first when it comes to his own looks. He’s used to the praise people spew about the Blade of Frontiers, but less used to your little compliments about Wyll Ravengard. Many nights after the transformation, you spend them with him spewing sweet words about his new horns or idly tracing fingers along them to make sure he knows you’re not afraid of it. You still see him as a person, and that’s where physical touch comes in. Because your words and touch reminds him that he’s still there. Still human. And still loved. And of course, like the gentleman he is, he will always try to find some way to return the favor and attention later on. Will ask what he can do to repay you, and if you answer with a ‘don’t worry about it’ or ‘you don’t need to do anything,’ he’ll just find little things to do in return anyway. You mentioned liking this one specific thing from a town five days ago? Well, it appears on your pillow later that night. His acts of service side tends to come out during those times too. A minor inconvenience that you could easily handle? Oh, he’s got that covered. Don’t even try to protest it, he’ll start listing off all of the things you’ve done for him lately, and by the time he’s convinced you to sit back down the task could have been handled already.

Halsin is a very tactile person. With everyone. Physical touch is a natural need of the body, after all, and he is a man of nature. So even platonically, he will be setting a hand on people’s shoulders, or ruffling hair, or bumping shoulders- any of it. You initiating it, though, is very much appreciated. Maintaining prolonged points of contact, ie hand-holding, cuddling, hugs, etc, is really what makes him feel attached. And when he’s in bear form, he loves the feeling of gentle hands combing through the dense fur, and curling protectively around you when you’re both asleep. He’ll let you braid his hair with a chuckle if you ask, and if you have longer hair, will return the favor. He’s also a gift giver by habit; perhaps it’s the animal instinct. But he’ll bring gifts of foraged berries, or a catch from the river, or even random little flowers and leaves (and of course, will indulge any questions about the specific types of plants he’s bringing back). He’ll light up with any of those questions about nature, and it encourages you to ask more often, even if it’s just a simple “hey, Halsin, what’s this?” on the road. He gets this little twinkle in his eye. Long nature walks become a pretty frequent routine, and if your legs start hurting he’ll either carry you or turn into a bear to let you ride on his back.

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I just saw the event and I hope I'm not too late but Lucifer x MC requests w/ author's choice maybe?

Hello there, my friend! You are not too late, in fact, your request was the first one I received!

Soooo since it was author's choice and we're talking about Lucifer, I went with fluff. Because soft!Luci is one of my favorite things ever. So here are some general fluff headcanons about him.

Thank you for participating!

COZY COMFORTS EVENT

GN!MC x Lucifer fluff headcanons

Warnings: none

Lucifer notices everything about you. It isn't just the way you mesh so well with his family. It's the little sparkle in your eyes when you tease him. It's the way your voice changes slightly when you say his name. It's the light touch of your hand seeking his when you're nervous.

Lucifer shows his love in quiet ways that may be missed by anyone else. He will give you things you need before you realize you need them. When you're struggling, he will show up beside you to lend a hand without you needing to ask.

Lucifer will bring you flowers, but they'll be the rarest and the most beautiful. Arranged spectacularly in a beautiful vase that you keep in your room. It's regularly refilled with new bouquets from him.

When you're at RAD, he'll stop you in the hall just to check in with you. He might ask you something about his brothers, but his true motivation is to make sure you're doing all right. He'll tell you to come to the music room when you get home because he wants to spend more time with you. You'll find him waiting with a bottle of Demonus and a soothing record (one that isn't cursed).

You're certainly the only one that Lucifer would even dream of allowing to touch his wings. It's a special moment when your fingertips brush against the soft silken feathers. You try not to react when you feel him tremble slightly beneath your touch.

He's always busy, doing paperwork, being summoned to the castle, spending his hours at RAD doing council work. And yet he always takes a moment to speak to you alone. His ruby eyes roaming over your face, like he won't ever get enough of looking at you.

You sometimes wish you could tell people who fear him what he's really like. How he'll carry you to your bed any time you fall asleep somewhere else in the house. How he reaches for your hand when he knows you're feeling uncertain or afraid. How he'll hold you all night if you've had a rough day. How he'll admit to you that all he wants is for you to be happy.

No one knows Lucifer the way that you do, but you're surprised to find that no one knows you the way that he does, either. He lets it slip occasionally, just how aware of you he is. If he's had one glass of Demonus too many, he mumbles about the color of your hair and the particular curve of your smile.

When you're alone, Lucifer will kiss you and kiss you and kiss you, needing you more than he's needed anything in his long life. He'll fall to his knees at your feet, overcome by how willing he is to do whatever you ask. He begs you to touch him, to know him, to let him know you. He needs you, MC. Don't let him falter.

You don't. You stand beside him in all things, whether you're alone with him in his room or among the rest of the student council at RAD. It's a little daunting to think that you are the stability that Lucifer leans on. That after all the years he's been working and fighting alone, he now has you to hold onto.

Lucifer will catch your eyes from across a crowded room just to give you a confident smile. It's the one that says he knows he's on your mind. It's his way of saying you're on his, too. He wants you to know he's thinking of you. He wants to make you blush slightly from his regard.

Your love is a tender thing that Lucifer holds close to his heart. He knows how quickly he could lose it, how quickly he could lose you. All the power in the Devildom might not be enough to keep you with him forever. But for now, he will worship every single part of you, every day of your life.

cozy comforts | masterlist | Thank you for reading!

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Not a Nightmare

Lucifer/Reader

Summary:

Lucifer doesn't get nightmares, nor does he need comfort for one.

A/N:

Lucifer does pin MC down at one point, so keep that in mind!

Word Count: 1,578

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The door to your bedroom creaked open. A sliver of light from the hallway shone against your face. You opened your eyes to see a tall figure standing in the doorframe. His fingers clung to the edge of the door, as his face peered inside your bedroom. His eyebrows perked up when he saw you staring back at him.

"I apologize," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I didn't mean to wake you." 

You rubbed your right eye with the back of your wrist. "That's okay, Lucifer. I wasn't sleeping anyway." You sat up, ignoring the way his fingers twitched. "What are you doing here anyway? Did you throw up?"

Lucifer's nose wrinkled in disgust. "No," he said, "I check up on everyone before I go to bed. It's grown into a habit of mine." There was a quick beat before he continued. "Since I have done what I set out to do, I suppose this is goodnight." 

He moved to close the door but stopped. You wouldn't say he was hesitating per se, but it did seem like he was waiting for something. You stared at Lucifer, already dressed in his blue silk pajamas. His hair was combed through, but a couple of unruly strands stuck up in the back of his head. You grinned.

"Aw, did poor wittle Lucifer have a bad dream?" You teased him. The end of your sentence was punctuated with a short chuckle.

Lucifer groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. He muttered something under his breath that sounded vaguely like a swear. "I refuse to dignify that with a response."

"So, that's a yes."

"No. It's a no. I don't have nightmares."

You scoot over to the side of your bed. "Everyone has nightmares, silly. I mean, just last week Mammon told me about how he dreamt about a haunted peanut butter sandwich." You pulled down the blanket so that the spot next to you was uncovered. "Trust me. It was scarier than it sounds."

Lucifer scoffed. "Are you trying to compare me to Mammon?"

You fluffed up the pillow to your side. "I'm just saying that having nightmares is a perfectly normal part of growing up."

"Don't talk to me like I'm some child."

You smiled at him and tilted your head toward the space next to you. When he didn't budge, you said, "So…"

Lucifer's eyebrows furrowed together. It looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel. "So what?"

"So, are you going to get into bed with me or not?"

Lucifer's lips pressed into a thin line. He opened the door wider. "Like I said, I only came here to check up on you. I'm not staying the night."

"Most people like to be comforted after having a nightmare."

"I did not have a nightmare."

You settled back into bed, pulling the blanket up to your chin. "Alright, fine. I get it. You didn't have a bad dream or whatever," you said. You tilted your head so that the hallway light was no longer hitting your face. "Well, I'm going to sleep. 'Night." 

You closed your eyes and waited to hear the familiar click of your door. When that didn't happen, you cracked open one eye. Lucifer was lingering in the doorway. He was giving you a long, hard stare like he was analyzing you under a microscope. 

"I could spare a few minutes," Lucifer said quietly.

"Then, what are you waiting for?" You looked expectantly at him, as he stepped inside your bedroom and closed the door behind him. He shuffled over to your bed. Without making a sound, he lifted the blanket and lay beside you. 

Your bed wasn't small by any means, but it wasn't made to hold two people. Even with the vines along the wall pressing against your back, Lucifer's shoulder was still touching you. You didn't mind. Lucifer's body warmth was a welcome comfort, especially when a certain someone turned off the heat at night to save electricity, despite being rich enough not to need to do that. 

Lucifer's scent took over your senses. He smelled a little like hell coffee. You wondered if he downed a cup before heading over here. You wouldn't be surprised considering the proximity of the kitchen to your room.

As he was getting comfortable, you asked, "Do you really check up on your brothers every night before bed?"

He nodded. "I do. I mainly do it to make sure Mammon isn't sneaking out to gamble all of our life savings at the casino, again."

"Is there another reason?”

Lucifer shot you an annoyed look before sighing. He turned away from you, focusing his attention on the ceiling. 

"You're right." Lucifer's voice was so quiet that you strained to hear him properly. "It's odd, but I can't seem to relax if I don't know where they are at night." He glanced over in your direction. "That includes you."

You let out an endeared huff of air. "You really care about them, huh?" It was sweet knowing how much he loved his brothers…and you, you guessed. You reached over and placed your hand on his chest. You felt the hammering of his heartbeat and sighed.

Lucifer laid his calloused hand on top of yours. You don’t think you’ve ever felt his bare hands before. It was rare to see him gloveless. For some inexplicable reason, your cheeks grew warm.

“I care about you, too.”

“I know.”

You lifted your hand out from under his hand. He flashed you a confused look before you started to squeeze his cheek between your thumb and forefinger. 

He huffed, “Stop that.” Lucifer shoved your hand away.

“Aw, but your cheeks are so soft and puffy.” You reached over to poke his cheek, but Lucifer was quick to stop you. “It’s fun.”

“They’re not puffy.” He smacked your arm aside. “I will leave if you don’t stop irritating me.”

“No, you won’t.” Before you could poke him again, Lucifer grabbed your wrist and pinned your arm to the bed. “Hey!” you protested, ready to fend him off with your other hand. He caught that one, too, and pinned it down next to your head for good measure.

Now, Lucifer was leaning over you. He was scowling, but you were hoping that there was at least some level of enjoyment hidden underneath his annoyed gaze. “I hope you’re ready for your punishment.”

“Punishment?” You swallowed anxiously. Being Lucifer’s soft spot, you were rarely the subject of any of his punishments, no matter how defiant and rude you were. (You suspected that he liked it when you did those things, but you never commented on it.)

You weren’t sure what Lucifer could be planning, but if it was anything similar to the stuff he forced onto his brothers, you have the right to be at least worried.

Lucifer moved so that he was holding both of your wrists in one hand over your head. “Be prepared to face my wrath.” 

You squeezed your eyes shut. Your mind reeled with all of the possible things Lucifer could do to you. He could…could…okay, you actually had no idea but there was no way it would be good.

Something pinched your cheek. You opened an eye to see Lucifer grinning at you. “What?” you said, your voice slightly muffled by Lucifer dragging your cheek out to the side.

He began poking at your cheek repeatedly. “You’re right. This is fun.” Lucifer chuckled. “You should have seen the look on your face.” When you stuck out your tongue, he said, “Now, now, there’s no need to resort to such childish methods.” He squeezed the sides of your lips, forcing you to make kissy faces at him. 

Lucifer started to give you a dreamy, far-off look. It wasn’t the type of expression you were used to seeing on a usually stoic demon. You had no idea what he was thinking about, and you weren’t keen on finding out. 

While Lucifer was distracted, you wiggled out of his grip. Before he could open his mouth to protest, you shoved him to the side and pinned him down on his back. “Got you,” you said.

You expected Lucifer to go back to being annoyed, but he started laughing, instead. It made you falter for a second. “S-sorry,” he managed to stutter out through his laughter. Lucifer tried speaking again once he began to calm down. “It’s just that…you’re…you are quite endearing.”

“Gee, thanks,” you said. 

Lucifer glanced at the clock at the far side of your wall. “It’s getting late. Why don’t you settle down and get some sleep? We both have to be up early tomorrow.”

“Excuse me? Why don’t I settle down? You’re the one who started this!” Despite your words, you moved to get off of Lucifer and laid back down in bed. You pulled the covers over yourself, and Lucifer did the same.

“I disagree,” Lucifer said, taking the time to tuck your comforter up to your chin. You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” you said.

“Good night.”

You closed your eyes. After a second or two, you called out into the dark, “Hey, Lucifer?”

“Yes?”

“Do you feel better? After your nightmare?”

There was a long period of silence. You wondered if Lucifer was going to start arguing with you again, but a low laugh stopped that line of thinking.

“Yes,” he muttered, “Yes, I do feel better.”

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10 + suguru :3

10. the weather takes a tumultuous turn, meaning a late night hangout has to turn into a sleepover when a character gets stranded there for the night

. . . ⇢ send me a prompt from this list + a jjk character!

the wonderful part about hanging out with suguru and satoru is how time seems to just... fly by. one moment you're all greeting each other at suguru's front door — engulfed in warm hugs before you've even had the chance to shrug off your coat — and the next you're all sitting around the living room floor for what must have been hours now, with laughter as bubbly as the soda's in your hands and smiles so wide your cheeks felt sore.

honestly, you truly care for them. you wouldn't trade them for the world...

...except, maybe you'd trade in satoru.

"i call dibs on the guest bed!" he all but shrieks in your ears, before immediately making a beeline for the door of the suguru's guest room.

fucking hell.

"no, fuck off— satoru!" you groaned, immediately chasing after the white-haired deviant in question, the sound of your socks padding against floorboards with every step doing just enough to drown out suguru's amused laughter behind you.

honestly, truly, you do care for them — but boy do they get on your nerves, sometimes. you were having a great night catching up with your oldest friends, but now one unprecedented overnight forecast of a snowstorm later and satoru is slamming the door of the guest room right in your face, giggling triumphantly from the other side when you banged your fist on the wall beside the door with a defeated sigh. bastard.

"it's your turn to sleep on the couch!" his voice comes out muffled through the door, and you grumbled in frustration under your breath before turning to face suguru with a huff; as if expecting him to do something about the rambunctious man holding himself hostage in suguru's guest room.

from where he stood at the end of the hallway suguru clicked his tongue, shrugging his shoulders as he leaned against the wall beside him. "he's not wrong," is all he says, which only further enabled satoru. seriously, what else should you have expected from the man's best friend?

"but the heater in the guest room is better than the one in the living room," you argued with a small pout, and suguru had to ignore the way it made his chest feel fluttery as he pushed himself off the wall, hands stuffed in the pockets of his sweats as he approached you.

"what if i told you the heater in my room is better than the one in either of those two?"

you raised an eyebrow in intrigue. suguru spoke low enough for satoru not to hear what he said, but you're sure he did anyway what with the way the man mumbled an incoherent complaint to himself from the other side of the door. you paid no mind to him, instead crossing your arms over your chest as you narrowed your gaze.

"are you offering a trade?"

"not quite," suguru shrugs again, nodding his head in the direction of his bedroom. "i'm saying you could sleep in my bed with me, if you want."

a part of you is glad now that satoru locked himself away in the guest room. it saved you the humiliation of his teasing remarks if he caught a glimpse of the way your face warmed up at suguru's suggestion.

you didn't oppose it, instead nodding meekly as you followed the taller man to his bedroom, sitting a little awkwardly at the edge of his bed while he sorted through his drawers for a change of clothes.

"here, try these on," he hands you a tshirt of his and a pair of plaid pajama pants he doesn't wear often, but to say his scent lingered on his clothes was an understatement. you were certain he'd bottled up his scent — a cucumber scented shampoo with a splash of the expensive cologne brand that he was recently gifted; not that you were keeping track, or anything — and doused every article of his clothing in it. it made you feel dizzy, almost; you had to take a moment to collect yourself before exiting his bathroom once you'd changed.

shutting off the lamp and crawling into the sheets beside him, you heard him exhale softly when he felt the dip in his mattress. you kept your eyes trained on the ceiling, oddly stiff, but then suguru rolled over onto his side. curiously, you turned your head, wondering if he was facing you.

(he was).

"what?" you grumbled, thankful that the dark room hid the prominent blush on your face when you made eye contact with him; just barely able to do so, had it not been for the fact that your eyes had already begun adjusting to the dark.

"nothing," he mumbled, letting his lips curl up into a small smile before yawning. "just relax, go to sleep."

and you did, eventually. after relaxing beside him just enough to drift off into slumber, just enough to let your head fall to the side on the pillow, nearly touching suguru's head on the pillow beside yours. just enough to let your heart settle into that fuzzy, warm feeling when you felt his arm snake around your waist, pulling you closer to his side as he drifted off to sleep soon after you.