#Not to mention I almost cried writing it ‼️

[skhardwarevers1]

WHY do I make religion a part of everything I write (just did a draft for a personal narrative and somehow ended up with that)

[suguru-getos]

//fractures// geto suguru x f!reader // chapter 2

🔗-> part one

warnings: hurt-comfort, mentions of wounds, mentions of stitches, guilt, complex emotions from suguru, panic attacks, reader is in a dark headspace, fluff too!! 🙂‍↔️💅🏻

story summary: being a monkey is the norm except when you're captured by geto sama because he needs money from your parents. however, you may just have to suffer a little extra because of the forced thinking about the right and wrongs... you're putting him through. the affection you’re forcing him through…

chapter summary: suguru tends to you after the whole ordeal caused by him, still conflicted & somehow tortured with the way his heart pangs at your condition. 🩷

a/n: please comment down below if you want to be tagged in the taglist <3 thank you ‼️ it's so evident that i'm just writing this for my own silly liddul heart TT_TT

an hour, at maximum. an hour had passed from when geto left your bleeding, tattered body on the bed. the mark of 'MONKEY' with deep, gashing cuts and the way your blood oozed out of your injured, broken skin was haunting his very core. he did it majorly for himself, just to remind himself that you're one. you're nothing but a monkey and monkeys shouldn't have the freedom of life. monkeys are filthy- monkeys breed curses- monkeys are disgusting and vile- monkeys-

his own feet betrayed him quickly when he found himself running for your room. the cream colored satin bedsheet stained with blood. your foot prints stained with blood directing towards the bathroom. his can feel his heart sink at the sheer amount of blood loss. jaw clenching and a soft wave of anxiety which ripens with every passing moment hugging him. did you… die? no, no its just been an hour-

he rushes to the bathroom door, watching you lay limp, holding a piece of gauze in your bloodied hands. you must have passed out by trying to give yourself first aid. he falls to his knees, tears in his eyes seeping through at the sight of usual color in your lip faded to discoloration. you look so peaceful when you sleep. he finally notices the wound inflicted by him on you, it was looking lethal. a striking reminder that you were a monkey and he was, well, a monster.

he doesn't understand what's happening, he was pretty clear that he needs to irradicate the whole human race, he has to. only those with superior selves, who can withstand not creating a curse should be allowed to live. how will he achieve this milestone when his heart weeps at the sight of one pathetic little human half his size losing consciousness.

his bulky and sturdy arms wrap around your body, hugging you closer to him and taking you to his room. your room was a blood bath anyway, he needs to ask the servants to clean it up. gently placing your body atop the plush mattress of his room, he took out his first aid kit, good thing you had been passed out. your wounds are deep and require stitches. he can't bear any more of your screams now without breaking like glass. his mind has already decided to punish him with repeated rings and episodes of your cries and wails when suguru did this to you. he wishes they could stop - he wishes they never stop. he needs to be punished.

bringing your wrist close to him, he decides to stitch those gashes up, watching your face every few seconds. you were knocked out cold, not an expression on your pretty face. he feels like it’s a win, when you'll be awake, at least you wouldn't see the word 'MONKEY' engraved on you… then again, it will scar, and it will scar bad. "you're pathetic" he hums at your sleeping form. "fragile, useless, powerless, pathetic." he adds on, the sentence more a reminder to his own self rather than for you. you're not listening to this anyway. "I could snap your neck like a twig and you wouldn't be able to defend yourself. anyone I call my family could." he sighs, fuck - he's tearing up again. you almost look dead over just an anger tantrum of his. he really needs to be very careful. you're like a little bunny who could die at the slightest bit of carelessness.

a few hours pass with suguru holding your hand, observing the crests and troughs of your sleeping face, how your chest barely heaves but still reminds him that you're alive. he couldn't be more glad that you're alive. he hates that. he hates that it brings him joy that your heart is still beating. he hates that you are bringing him joy and copious amounts of guilt.

"geto sama!" nanako gleams from outside his bedroom door. he wipes his tears at the sound of his adopted daughter's voice. "yes? what is it?" he hums from inside. "the monkey isn't in her room!" she pouts from outside, and suguru gets up to open his door. the teenager watching you lie down on geto's bed with a face of confusion. why were you laying down on 'their' geto sama's room? you- a monkey- the look of disgust in her face is inevitable.

"relax, nanako." he hums, "we need to return her to her parents after 9 days." he responds with his usual close-eyed feline smile. "yeah, but why is she here?" she pouts, "she's too pretty for a monkey though-" a frown envelopes her face. "I agree." suguru looks at you momentarily, a moment of longing and guilt erupting from the depths of his heart before quickly snapping out of it. "I got angry at her, and punished her." he continues, while nanako could see with the way the gauze bandage on your forearm was inflicted with dark reds of blood, that you indeed, were punished. "what did she do?" she asks instinctively and suguru gnaws at his lower lip.

nothing. you did absolutely nothing.

"well, she is a monkey after all." nanako adds, shrugging. "her purpose is as our 'money collecting monkey', isn't it?" she asks him, and he faintly nods. "well, if she really made you angry, geto sama. I suggest you can kill her after getting the money!" she chirps as if it was the most normal thing to say. suguru, on the other hand, feel sickened to his stomach at the thought. "hmm. I need some time alone, nanako" he declares, watching the teen leave his room and locking his door.

he's quick to grace himself in the sanctuary of your presence though, hand back holding yours. "just nine more days of you here, monkey." he reminds both of you. "then your parents will come and get you and this wouldn't exist." he smiles, a sadness spreading across his face.

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you don't wake up for one and a half days. the exhaustion on your body, the lack of nutrition and the loss of blood demands rest. AND, geto suguru is absolutely tweaking!

he sat next to you, watching you gently, leaning beside you against the headboard. you didn't wake up. he hasn't showered, hasn't gone out of his bed. his family thinks its weird, but they don't push him. suguru is a tantrum king after all, and a pissed off suguru chan is best avoided. the next morning, you're awake before noon. suguru hasn't budged, he has declined all his meetings, all his catch-ups, everything. why? he doesn't know that now, his mind doesn't give him the time to reason for any of it right now. the hollow pit of anxiety that was created was now a bottomless one. he wanted relief from it, he wanted to see you awake! shoko- maybe he needs to talk to shoko-

you shifted a little and his attention is immediately diverted to you, looking at you with the biggest sigh of relief possible. "ah-" a pained whimper escaped you, it hurts everywhere. your ribs hurt, you can barely breathe, tears sting your eyes as you groan, trying to get up. the lack of iron in your body making you dizzy. "good morning, it's afternoon now." suguru hums, just 7 days with you. why is he counting days like a mad man in prison?! before you could process anything, your eyes widened when you heard his voice, heart fluttering out of your very chest and breathless pants echoing in the room. you gripped your chest, it burns, your lungs burn from the lack of air your body can't get due to the whole panic of it all. what will he do? will he hurt you again? fuck- your head hurts, everything hurts- "plea- please" you gasp out, the veins in your forehead strained and popping as you began wailing again. shrieks and cries of pain and panic.

suguru doesn't know what to do about it, he needs to hug you close and tell you it's going to be okay. he wouldn't hurt you. he feels sorry- you don't have to break apart like this- does he even deserve to say that?

instinct… he is just acting on his instinct now.

"breathe with me, ssh~ listen, listen, little one. look at me, breathe with me. deep breath in- come on- follow me-" his voice is soft, but you're inconsolable. you have your very own instinct, the instinct to flee from him. the instinct to run away from him. you struggle against his hold and choke on sobs, leaning away. suguru is quick to pull you back to him, your head against his chest, soft head pats coming after. "ssh ssh ssh~ nothing's happening, no one's going to hurt you." he echoes it repeatedly. "that's it, that's it…" his own rapid heartbeats turning calmer and calmer as your shoulders slump back in exhaustion. you stop resisting after a few minutes, letting him hold you softly.

"just seven more days, and you'll be home." suguru hums to comfort you.

"I hope you die." you mumbled with equal hatred to his comfort. may as well be killed instead of spending seven whole days with him… "I hope everyone you ever knew dies, and they die in front of you." you spit out in your venom laced tone after calming down, trying to lean away from suguru's hug.

"and? who will kill them? you?" he is almost amused, but nothing you say with outweigh his guilt right now. "let’s get you cleaned up and get you to a doctor." he announces. he still has 7 ol' days with you after all.

[holly-the-trash-writer]

Spencer Reid x Famous!Reader

Synopsis: After your home is broken into by a stalker, your bf cheats, the FBI is called, and a new romance begins to take over.

Told through Instagram posts.

TW for mentions of stalkers

Part 1. Part 2.

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yourinstagram 🖤🤍 NYC I love you so much

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rarebeauty 😍😍

dovecameron You are the most beautiful human

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tchalamet A devine being 💫

florencepugh ❤️❤️❤️

y/n.is.queen I MISSED YOUR SMILE!

woketh.teen She looks so happy to be back on stage

and.what. The crowd went CRAZAY. The energy was unbelievable! So happy I was there!!!!!!

y/n.gossip That group hug tho 🥹

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yourname.stan SHE'S BACK! 😭😭😭😭

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kiki.kiwi The way they all held hands at the start of the show killed me. I cried so much.

nerdymcnerd No. But I swear I saw that FBI agent dancing to her songs!!!

dracoandme PICS WHERE?!?!?!

y/ns.army I need to see this!!!

onabreak The romance is BLOOMING

pgarcia @theemilyprentis 👀

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y/n.updates YOU GUYS!!! Y/N JUST POSTED THIS ON HER IG STORY THIS MORNING 😍😍

Story reads "☀️Sunshine☀️ and Road tripping with my new friend. Meet Spencer."

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sasha.mac She is a Goddess!! A Queen!! 👑

gucci.goddess He legit looks like a Spencer 🤣

fanfic.reader I smell romance in the air 💕💕

jd.dj He's her FBI body guard. Stop.

ooh.bratz Can he be mine next😭😍

bye-felicia THOSE HANDS 🤩

carter.nation Took no time did she 🤣

_isla Matt literally cheated on her. You can't say shit.

bubbles It's sad she can't just be her own person and be single. You don't need a man girl. Chill.

lame-o She can do what she wants??

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celebgossip During Y/n's show tonight, her third show back since her temporary shock hiatus, the star broke down in tears while singing Almost is Never Enough. During which the crowd came together and sang the rest of the song for her.

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itsmemario She must be feeling so much pain right now but I hope she feels comforted by her fans being there for her

y/ns.army I watched the video and when she sang So close to being in love. Her voice cracked and she tried to power through but she just broke down 💔💔

keyboardwarrior Why did she come back if she was just gonna cry for 90% of her show? Waste of money. Waste of time. Get yourself sorted and then come back.

ryanslife Your mum must be proud.

gigglegiraffe She's allowed to have feelings?

hater482 Exactly. Imagine going to a concert and they're just crying. Just don't sing that song?

daydreamer She sings love songs dipshit

y/nfan I just want to hug her so bad 😭

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y/nupdates Y/n posted these to her story 10mins ago!! She's spoiling us. She's writing new songs. Going out. And having fun with her FBI agent Spencer.

y/nfan WHOOOOOS BUYING HER FLOWERS?!

bi.bi.bi Herself?

freakygirl Imagine if it was the stalker?!

queenie.me Doubt it. They probably check her mail and shid.

spillthetea Maybe Spencer? 👀

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enews BREAKING‼️ Dash cam footage was leaked today showing FBI agents arresting a man outside Y/n's New York apartment.

We've reached out to the BAU team and Y/n's management for comment.

y/n.updates OMG THEY GOT HIM!!!

bi.bianca Thank GOD!!! She can breathe now 😭

queenie.me Those agents saved her GOD damn life. 😭

y/nnnnn I'm so happy rn. She's safe ❤️

imdreaming Sending so many prayers to her 🙏🏼

vampdiary Spencer I'd HAWT ngl

thirstay Girl literally!!!

freeshavocadoo The way he swerved him too. That agent got rizz.

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dr.s.reid 🩷

p.garcia The CUTEST 😭🥰 so glad it's Official!!!

dr.s.reid She is and so am I.

emilyprentiss @p.garcia I told you!!

p.garcia I just couldn't believe!!

derekmorgan Pretty Boy got gameee

jen.jarau Spence I'm so happy for you!!

[23spanishgirl]

Smooth operator || Carlos Sainz Jr.

💋 Requests are open!

‼️ Warning: mention of problems, kissing, crying.

🫧 Requested: no

🏎️ Author’s note: Hiii! Sorry for being so inactive but i didn’t have much imagination (please request🥲). Thank you for the support my hector fic has! Also i’m so happy for carlos (calos for my bf charles) winning! but im upset i didn’t see the race cause i was sleeping… Anyway, very happy for ferrari pole and carlando pole! Hope charles and lando win soon… Pd: it’s very short and i’m sorry but im short of imagination right now and i wanted to publish smt☹️ And sorry if there’s any error in the writing, english is not my first language🫶🏻

Australian GP and yn was there. Her and Carlos have been a couple for five years and they supported each other in all of their proyects.

The devastating news of Ferrari not wanting Carlos in their team anymore and Carlos not finding a team have been a big problem for the couple. Carlos has been going through crisis and yn suffered seeing Carlos like that.

New season and in the first race: Carlos podium. yn was sad she couldn’t made it to that gp but she made Carlos know that she was super proud of him. All was happiness and yn has a lot of expectations for the next race.

But problems came again with Carlos's appendicitis… When yn found out, she almost fainted. She started calling Carlos super worried and almost took a flight to Saudi Arabia but Carlos relaxed her by telling her that he was good and in good hands. yn agreeded to stay in milan, where she was working in that moment, but she wasn’t very convinced and was still worried…

But as the saying goes: after the storm, the sun rises. yn went to the australian gp and all was perfect. She was watching the race and minute after minute it became more spectacular. When Verstappen left the race, yn almost cried of happiness.

She was excited because Carlos had the possibility of winning and when he became the winner of the Australian GP she started crying excited. “He won! He won!” Carlos Sainz Sr. said hugging yn very excited “He did!” she answered back with excited tears running down her cheeks.

They were the first ones waiting for the pole ceremony and when carlos got out of the car he immediately ran to yn “I won!” he said excited grabbing her face “i’m so proud of you carlos….” she said excited crying “thank you for always being there for me” “always” she said before carlos took his helmet off and kissed her.

After that and after the ceremony they had a very good night cuddling and doing other things…

[muffy-heeler]

notes about the sign after my second watch in no particular order

SPOILERS AHEAD‼️

When it dropped at midnight where I was (I was obsessively checking Disney+) I immediately dropped my paper to watch it and ohhh my god.

When Pretzel mentions his guinea pig I am almost certain he says "moms" as in two mothers despite the captions apostrophe, because "my mom's said he would come back" makes no sense to me and it's not the kind of weirdly written kid-speak Joe usually writes. Delightful!! My boyfriends been saying for ages they gotta put gay dogs in bluey lol

WINTONS DAD AND THE TERRIERS MOM‼️ I think theyre so cute even if theyre a tiny speck by the house with a pool at the end. And, of course it has a pool. I'm so glad Winton's dad found love :3

Lazarus Drug was THE song choice ever. Oh my god. I cried so hard. And I think choosing such a mature (and I don't mean that bc it's a drug metaphor I mean it bc it's a metaphor at all) song really gives kids something to grow into. Sure those kids who love bluey will only sorta remember it, but when they get older and relisten it'll blow their minds. I also just like the song lol it's very White Rabbit meets Laura Stevenson. Anyways. I also noticed they're credited on a few other bluey tracks according to Google, including some of my favorites like It Was Yesterday, Wagon Ride, and Rain!

Didn't notice any pretty dust particles in the episode, which was interesting because they save those for the most touching episodes and moments. Lmk if you see them anywhere!! I have a theory there's some during the butterfly hiking sign scene so hmu if they are there

Wheelchair dog spotted on the birds eye shot of the lookout before the shaggy dogs use the binoculars! I just love how Joe seems to understand the difference between representation, where diverse people are coexisting and living their own lives, sometimes as the focus of the story sometimes just existing as people, and that performative representation where you only see a minority when their story is being used to uplift the protagonists. Another great example of this is obviously Turtleboy where Dougie and Bingo's stories coexist, and one is not inferior to the other but instead we end up rooting for both of them. Bit of a tangent but my point is Joe is always putting disabled and neurodivergent and MORE types of characters into his show and it's delightful

That's all I noticed in my first two watches but I'm sure there will be more 😭

Edit:

When Bingo gets stuck in the railing Bluey goes to help her because, I presume, it's happened so often that even she can deal with it now

None of u were gonna tell me Meg Washington was Calypso cmon man

[chuuyascumsock]

hi pookie <33 sorry its been yearsss, lifes been a bit of bitch but im just going to be bitchier 😎

how are you doing? and also i love that you re-watched my little pony, that show RAISED me, I CRIED over Princess Celestia and Luna's reunion and the hundreds of other arcs that it had

I HATE THE NEW ONE ITS SO SODUHVODSHUCO 😔☹️

The old MLP is in my heart forever ❤️ (can you tell i was a horse girl 💀)

BUT OMG THAT BLANKET YOU MADE W LIZZY IS SO CUTE????? its so sweet 🥰🥰

i miss you and tumblr moots :(

and ive been TRYING to deal w my writing burnout 'cause i have an idea for a fic that ive been trying to write but words just aren't wording !!!!

and not to mention its been so unbearably hot where i live its actually horrific, i cant sleep at all because of the heat T-T

but on a lighter note ive been hanging out w some of my friends after we all got back from our respective trips and we're planning a little roadtrip later this month !!!!

and

i got snorb a sibling

this is my second baby 😋 im a proud dino mother here !!!

(this is a cry for help)

stay sexy 😘😘❤️💐

Hiiiii Pookie, I’m glad you sent an ask, I was getting worried about you snookums 🥺

I started watching MLP when I was like 10 because my baby brothers wanted to watch it and I liked it but after that I hadn’t seen it in years so I thought I’d get back into it. I was especially into the mlp creepypasta stuff (it was like the first official fandom I got into when I was 8 and it lasted until I was like 14 and I got a new hyperfixation which was Assassination Classroom, let me tell you— being in the Fnaf, Minecraft, Undertale, and Eddsworld fandoms in that time frame as well was wild. The fanfics and crossovers were embarrassing, y’all.)

Also, horse girl? I had to be one in middle and high school cause my mom made me take riding lessons and at least one competition lol. While I didn’t like it because I nearly broke my hip doing so, I’m still salty they sold the horse I mainly rode for two years and the new owner was a bitch and wouldn’t even let me walk past his stall because she was so possessive. Genuinely was only there to make friends with the horses, I still miss you, Cinnabar :[

And yessss, I love the blanket I made with Libby cause it’s so soft and warm which is great cause my hands and feet are naturally cold like a corpse.

I also get the burnout, I wanna write so bad and I have so many ideas but I just can’t write. I want to finish my second Chuuya hurt/comfort fic and Dazai hurt/comfort fic cause they’re almost done (my Chuuya one is 4k+ words long and the Dazai one is being a bitch and deleted half of my progress). But it’s okay because I named them appropriately so look out for fics called “I said break it down, not have a break down” and “This homeless man won’t leave so I’m spraying him down with dirty brown water” (I think you can guess which is which). So yeah :]

THE HEAT IS KILLING ME HERE TOO, IT’S SO FUCKING HOT AND HUMID AND MY GLASSES GET ALL FOGGY WHEN I LEAVE MY HOUSE FOR WORK I HATE IT 😭

Hurray for hanging out with friends!! I watched the new Deadpool and Wolverine movie with my friends this passing week and my god, Hugh Jackman is the straightest man crush I’ve ever had, he is so fine. I rarely like irl men in general (only do so with celebrities bc irl girls is where it’s at, dating boys is gross) so when I do, yk he’s got IT. God, I’d shred cheese on those abs of his.

And you got Snorb a sibling‼️ Name ‘em Sneeb, Sneeb and Snorb <3

[binniesbabe]

Not Again (H)

I had to write a suspenful story for school so I thought why not post it on here too. Please let me know if you enjoy it and would like some stories more like this one. Reblogging is gracefully appreciated

This is my work you can not repost or upload this story on any other platforms.

summary- he can’t escape it. but what is it? what do they want from him. he can’t let it happen. not again.

warnings‼️⚠️: horror, mention of taking pills(medicine) , paranoia, kn$fe mentions(for protection, not suicidal meanings)

This is not felix from stray kids this is a made up story

felix’s pov

Desperate cries for help echoed in the dark room as he remained unable to move. Back pressed firmly against the wall, his breathe quickened as it got closer and closer until… Gasping for air Felix is awoken by his alarm. “3:00am?” Felix voiced out loud. He didn't remember setting an alarm for 3:00 a.m. He sighed out as he flopped back down on his bed, pulling his comforter up his body. A little

shooken up by his alarm he struggled to go back to sleep.

Finally what felt like ages he fell back asleep only to be awoken again by his phone ringing. “Hello” exhaustion evident in his voice as he layed back down, sliding his fingers threw his tangled hair as he yawned. “Dude, where are you?” questioned the voice on the other side. Squinting as he pulled the phone away from his ear, he looked at the bright letters across the screen. “10:00am!?” he shouted out into the open jolting up from his bed. “ Sorry man, I’ll be there in 5.” he replied hastily, ending the call, then rushing to get ready. While washing his face in his bathroom, an erie feeling washed over him. Quickly looking up he was met with only his own reflection staring back at him. Nothing. He sighed, mentally telling himself to stop being so paranoid.

He rushed out of the bathroom throwing on clothes and booked it out of his room. While he was running down the stairs he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Stopping for a second he did a double-take. Nothing. He cursed and continued down the stairs out the front door not forgetting to lock it behind himself. He ran out to his car and was met with the all to familiar cold morning air. “ Did I not take my pills?” he questioned himself.

Maybe that’s why I’m so paranoid he thought. He reached into the center console of his old car and pulled out his pill box. Opening the box he peered down into Friday's section. Staring back at him almost tautingly were four blue pills. He grabbed them and reached into his back seat searching for a water bottle. Finding one lodged under his seat he threw the pills into his mouth and downed a big gulp of water. Starting the engine he was off.

After a 5 minute drive, he pulled into the diner parking lot, he examined himself in the rear view mirror before hesitantly stepping onto the pavement and heading inside. The doorbell, dangling on the door, chimed announcing his arrival. He spotted seven people crammed into their usual booth at the back of the diner. Fidgeting with the rings on his fingers, he felt uneasy as if someone was watching his every move. His first friend turned his head spotting him walking to their table. “Felix, what took you so long mate?” Chris asked. “Sorry my alarm didn’t go off,” felix said lying through his teeth. In all honestly all he wanted to do was to stay home. Unfortunately for him they had remembered, of course they would. He was thankful for his friends dont get him wrong, but he just hasn’t been himself lately.

Though grateful for their presence, he’d been having an overwhelming sense of paranoia. It’s making him feel crazy.

3 of his friends got out of the booth so he could sit by the window, his favorite spot. Leaning against the window with his head on his hand he couldn’t help but get lost in his thoughts as he looked out the window, his friends chatting in the distance. While peering out of the window of the diner a flip switched on in his head and he hastily sat up straighter when he noticed a person across the street dressed from head to toe in black clothing. His eyes widen as he began to recognize what he was looking at. “Oh no please no,” he kept whispering to himself.

Catching the attention of his friends they begin to ask him what’s wrong. He quickly looked over to them saying it was nothing. He let out a sigh of relief as they didn’t question him any longer , and turned back to look out the window, only to see the person wasn’t there anymore. His mind was racing as he kept wondering wether what he saw was really there or if it was just his mind playing tricks on him. Yet again, he was off in his own world, not paying attention to the other people at the table.

He only responded when he was being talked to and as quick as he arrived, the lunch was over. He got up quickly mumbling out an excuse to leave quickly. While speed walking to his car he fumbled with his keys when he took them out of his pocket. Trying to find the right key to open his car he dropped his keys in a puddle of murky water. He qrimaced as he quickly grabbed them and opened his car door.

He jumped into his seat reaching over to his glovebox. Roughly pulling it open he let out a sigh of relief as he made eye contact with the knife. He grabbed it gripping it in his hand while starting the engine. He was going to make sure it never happened. Not again. Speeding he made record time arriving home.

He ran up to his front door realizing it was unlocked. Stopping while the door swung open he began to question, “I’m sure I locked it.” Without a second thought he roughly turned around and shut the door locking it while running around the house to make sure everything was locked. Every window every door, nothing was to be left unlocked. He ran up the stairs into his room pulling the door open and just as quickly shut and double locked it. Crouching down in a dark corner shaking with fear while he waits. He prayed he would be safe. He prayed and prayed hoping the lord would finally hear him. He doesn’t want to die. Not again.

Felix gasped as he sat up in bed. “Thank god it was just a dream,” he voiced with a sigh of relief. He turned over to his clock on his night stand and groaned, laying back on his bed. 3:00am. Again. Why he kept wondering. Why me. Why can I never escape it. Why again. Oh god please. Not again.

[gogolstoelicker]

Have you seen Assassination Classroom?? If so,can we get some headcanons on how the Dorm Leaders react with an mc who's form Class 3E?? I really like your writing😖

Dorm leaders with an assassin MC

warning(s): mentions of being poisoned

notes: tq bro</3 and sorry this is late KSNKSJS

Riddle:

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AN ASSASSIN????? IN THIS SCHOOL!???

that's his first reaction

trey and cater had to calm him down

he's ok now! he's asking questions here and there

he even set up some special rules u must follow that involves with ur skills as an assassin

after that, hes pretty chill and accepting

Leona:

well he's a prince so he surely have encountered an assassin or two in his life

so seeing another one didn't faze him

but he's interested in how they're training some kids to be assassins

doesn't really care that you're an assassin LMAOAOAOA

sure, be whatever u are, just don't disturb him

Azul:

"i see *pushes glasses up*"

^his knees are shaking

you're not gonna assassinate him for trying to take ramshackle dorm right??

when u assure him u don't kill people, hes confused

what kind of assassin don't kill people?🤔do u perhaps mixed up a hunter and an assassin together?

told him everything, he finally understands now

well he's fine with u as long as u don't sneak up on him, its scary

Kalim:

growing up, he had a really bad experience with assassins

esp that one time jamil went into a coma bc his food was poisoned

so it might take a while for kalim to get close to u

he'll mostly avoid the topic of u being an assassin once y'all got close

but he's ok with listening here and there about ur experience

cried for u when u told him abt koro-sensei

overall, he just needs time before he'll finally get close to u!!

Vil:

some adults they are🤨👎making kids become assassins smh

^thats his reaction when u told him abt ur class

probably scoffed at how bad the adults at ur world are for making some teenagers into assassins

other than that, he's more than willing to listen to ur experience

it's kind of interesting

he is especially interested in that jelavic teacher

using her beauty for her job? that's so 😍‼️

Idia:

almost fell down his chair if its not for ur quick reflexes to catch him

for a magicless student, u fit in nrc better than he thought😥😥

well after he got over his shock, which actually took a few days, he's more than willing to listen to ur experience with class 3E!

he would even ask some questions he's curious abt

just... just don't sneak up on him when he's playing games or when he finally went out

he almost had a heart attack the last time u did

Malleus:

one of the people who have probably encountered some assassins before

so he's quite interested that his new friend is some assassin

an assassin hanging out with a future king, how ironic

he likes listening to ur experience with class 3E

overall, the most accepting of all

you're the first friend he made in this school after all so ofc he'll accept u as u are!

[moririki]

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DENJI X READER -> 1.7K
when it comes to a fool blinded by love, it sure hurts to have the short end of the stick

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CONTAINS -> angst, friends with benefits‼️, happy ending bc i'm weak like that, denji not knowing how to process emotions, very loose college!au cos i'm lazy, makima being slightly antagonised because fuck her, mentions of sex but nothing super explicit i don't think
MORI'S THOUGHTS -> thinking about denji's hands. i want to learn how to animate manga panels now so i can do a csm edit. also the writing style got kinda boring im SORRY

HEARTBREAK WAS ALWAYS BOUND TO HAPPEN IN THESE SORT OF RELATIONSHIPS. anyone with a pair of eyes and ears could give a clear answer to the question "who does denji like?" and no matter how much you wanted that answer to change, it would never be you.

even when the blonde boy had been so insistent on his heart belonging to another, he still had urges. so under the influence of one too many bottles of alcohol, it was a fairly easy decision for both of you to fall into bed together. more than once. more than you'd care to admit.

being with denji was nice. he was funny, sweet at times and vulgar during the others, and you found yourself repeating a mantra of don't catch feelings for your friend during your time together. and truth be told, it was hard not to, even when you and denji had finished your business and the topic of conversation always seemed to make its way back to makima.

it left a bitter taste in your mouth when denji acted like nothing had happened between the pair of you in other settings. the bitterness turned sour when you realised that there was no reason for him to have to either, and you cursed yourself when you realised you had done the worst thing possible and gone and fallen for your friend who so clearly wouldn't like you back.

but there were times where you thought that you just might have a chance.

even though your cursed your heart for fluttering and rearing its head each time so willingly at denji's mercy, you couldn't help but take every offhand action of his as a ray of hope. with the way his hands engulfed yours to anchor himself as he thrusted into you, the way his lips left urgent kisses on your lips as you panted beneath him, the way he whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you cried out in ecstasy.

and even when you were lying next to each other in his bed, catching your breath. you would turn to look at his face sometimes, only to see him staring at you already with a look in his eyes that could only be described as wistful. but you were a fool to think that you could ever upseat makima in denji's eyes.

false hope could only get you so far.

with his breath tickling the back of your neck and his large hand rubbing patterns into your hip, this false hope really had gotten you somewhere. but all good things must come to an end. words that you dreaded to say weighed heavy on your tongue, but you dragged yourself along, lifting them just enough to feel them escape your lips before you could really stop them.

"denji, what are we?"

you felt the hand that rested on you go still, and the arm that was poised as a pillow for you went rigid. hell, the boy that was holding you so close to his chest had practically stopped breathing, and you felt your eyelids slide shut in a bitter defeat before you heard another word. it's not like you needed them to understand how he felt, anyway.

"we're friends, aren't we?" his tone was so controlled, so even and level and unlike the denji that you knew and, dare you say it, loved. it sent another shot tubneling straight through your heart, and you were glad that you were currently facing away from him. you wouldn't be able to handle seeing the look on his face as all of your tentative hopes were crushed under his heel. all you wanted to do was curl in on yourself and maybe try to cry away the numbness that was invading your body from the chest outward.

you raised a shaking hand to push denji's own off of you, and you felt the mattress underneath you creak as the boy shifted in confusion at your behaviour.

"y/n?"

your kept your back turned to him as you got out of his bed, pulling on your own clothed and scowling in frustration when you couldn't find your shirt anywhere. you were seconds away from letting the first droplets fall, and you did not want to let denji see.

you snagged some random material of a shirt off of the bedroom floor, yanking it over your head and turning to face denji with a face that you hoped wasn't too scrunched from holding back your tears.

"we're not just friends and you fucking know it."

you didn't have time to register his wounded facial expression or the pleading calls of your name that he cast towards your retreating figure, but you grabbed your shoes before leaving his dorm, shutting the door behind you a little too forcefully and storming off back to your own room.

you must look insane, padding along the halls with no shoes as angry tears streaked down your face and you tried your best not to audibly sob. by the time you had made it back to your room your eyes were streaming, and you flopped on your bed with little regard for anything else other than crying your eyes out.

truth be told, after that fateful night and the best cry of your life you felt much better. you knew where you stood, you had your feelings sorted out, and you knew that a little distance would really help you to finally move on from your friend.

now, if only denji would stop calling and texting you like nothing had happened.

you felt like you could scream when you saw a notification from him, asking if you wanted to study for the test that you had next week. you bit back the petty urge to ask him if he wanted to study with you as just friends, instead opting to turn your phone off and bury your face in your pillow once again.

matters of the heart take time, after all.

on denji's end, things weren't looking much better. he brushed off his confusion at your actions and words when you had left so abruptly the other day, only to find himself staring at his ceiling trying to decipher his feelings and what the hell you had meant.

he likes makima. and he has, for a while now. he could count on one hand the amount of times he had interacted with the girl who sat in front of him in the lecture hall, and every time had been met with this strange giddy feeling in his chest. though it was rare, he knew that feeling.

but the one he felt right now was so, so, different. when the door clicked shut behind you, it felt like a piece of him had up and left along with you. the very reason that he had accelerated things so far in your relationship was because of how right things felt with you. the slightest graze of your fingertips across his chest didn't light any fireworks in his mind, but it's like warmth perforated his skin and was injected straight into him from you.

truth be told, that feeling was the most addicting he had ever felt. and when he heard that air of finality right after the door shut behind you, it didn't take long for denji to realise just how cold everything felt without you.

but he still liked makima, right?

that giddy feeling in his chest he got from her was enough to fill the you-shaped hole, right?

you not talking to him wasn't what made his heart hurt, right?

he only realised just how wrong he had it when he talked to makima for the fourth time ever. she had turned in her seat, even smiling at him and asking for a pen, and all that came to mind was how much he missed your smile.

hell, he missed everything. the sound of your laugh, the smell of your hair. the way you fit against him and said his name. and that's when he realised this you-related feeling was.

longing.

there was a knock on your door. and another. you groaned, rolling over to check the time to see that it was three in the morning.

by the time you had cracked your door open you saw a flash of blond hair and a face all-too-familiar, you knew it was too late to slam your door shut. denji's face perked up, and you already knew that you were done for.

he lifted his hand, revealing a pretty albeit crumpled bouquet of flowers. you almost giggled to yourself, guessing that the mastermind of that romantic gesture was most likely denji's roommate aki. but it was appreciated, nonetheless.

"what do you want, denji?" you were painfully aware of just how much of a mess you looked right now- eyes still red around the rim from how many self-pitying tears you had shed over this entire situation.

denji's mouth and opened and closed, and you sighed against your barely open door which still had a chain on it.

"i'm not in the mood, denji."

"no, no, it's just that i wanted to say that i've finally figured out what we are." it appears tgat your friend finally found his voice. you looked him in the eye again, trying not to let the hope in your heart build itself too high. "we're way more than friends, y/n."

you felt any resistance crumble at those words, and the sheepish smile on your face grew.

"so, can i come in?" you smiled at denji, shutting your door to undo the latch before opening it again, wide enough to let him back in to your life. consider him a weakness of yours.

the first thing denji did when he crossed the threshold of your door was wrap his arms around you, dried tears and crumpled flowers and all, and bury his face in your hair. the only words he had to offer was a mumbled i miss you into your skin, and you felt your body melt against him like it had so many times before.

when you finally broke apart, you couldn't help but wonder.

"so, what are the flowers for denji?" the boy before you blushed, his eyes flitting off to the side. he raised a hand to the back of his neck, taking a breath to summon some courage.

"i was hoping... that i could take you out on a date. or be your boyfriend. something like that."

"what?" denji was still bright red, though his eyes were locked onto yours.

"you heard me." you smiled once again, taking a step forwards and effectively closing the distance between you two.

"i would love to."

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[digital-corruption]

This one was a hard one to write... I just hope I did it justice. 😅 It is also long because there's no way to split this one in two parts. Without further ado, the warnings...

⚠️ This chapter contains major spoilers for episode 10!

‼️ This chapter contains the following triggers: PTSD, trauma, strangulation, burn injuries, depression, talk about killing, and things I may have forgotten to mention.

Unrecognisable Part 10

Sex with Jake was intense and heated It was clear that we both had a lot of steam to blow off. I completely lost myself in him, which stopped me from getting caught up in my emotions. However, it seemed I wasn’t the only one who lost themselves.

In the heat of the moment, Jake’s hand grabbed my throat, which in the heat of the moment I didn’t think much of, but when he brought his other hand up, he suddenly started squeezing without warning. Panicking, my hands slapped his arm to get him to stop, but when that didn’t work, I started scratching. Jake was looking at me, but at the same time he wasn't. No, he was looking past me! I recognised that look. Shit, he was having an episode! I reached out and slapped his face. He barely flinched.

“Jake!” I managed to squeeze out. Wake up, you asshole!

Engaging all of my limbs, I kicked and punched him until he finally snapped out of it. His eyes widened and he withdrew from me immediately. Coughing and sputtering, I rolled to my side to recover as I heard Jake screaming mournfully. As soon as the coughing settled, I glanced over my shoulder and saw him with his back to me on the floor. He was holding his head, rocking back and forth.

“Jake,” my voice strained. “What the hell was that?”

I didn’t know if he was ignoring me or if he was simply blocking me out. I got up shakily and went down beside him on the floor. I could hear him muttering to himself over and over again, but I couldn’t make it out. I sighed and put my hand on his shoulder, but as soon as I touched the dragon tattoo Jake jumped and I pulled back with surprise. He glanced over his shoulder and saw me, then turned away again. Nervously I ran my fingers along his tattoo and felt that the contours of the tattoo matched perfectly with scars hidden underneath. Not just any scars though. Burn scars.

“Jake...” my voice shook.

“Spare me your sympathies,” he mumbled. “I don’t deserve them.”

The dragon tattoo was extensive. It started with breathing fire over his left shoulder and coiled across the majority of his upper back, ending at his right shoulder. My fingers ran the entire length of it, feeling every dip and crevice of his flesh. I had to give them credit; the artist did an amazing job disguising the scar tissue. If I hadn’t touched it directly, I didn’t know when I would have noticed.

Suddenly it clicked. The long, fire- breathing dragon, twisting and turning, almost like a maze. Almost like the Ironsplitter mines.

“We searched for you!” As soon as the words left my mouth I started crying uncontrollably.

Jake didn’t respond. He just buried his face in his knees. I rested my head against his back and sobbed. My throat hurt like hell, but my heart hurt so much worse.

We sat for hours on the ground, both emotionally devastated. Jake never came out of the shell he buried himself into. Resting my head against my back, I just kept hugging him from behind. I cried so much in those hours, that I had run dry. Even though my throat had recovered, I still couldn’t form any words. I went over and over again those days following the explosion. The FBI had managed to get to Richy quickly enough that his injuries were manageable, but the fire raged on. In many ways it must’ve saved Jake, but it was also clear that it ruined him.

Still, the FBI weren’t without their tricks. They subdued the fire in hours and as soon as it was clear, they went in. I had only arrived to Duskwood then. Cleo took me around to one of the side entrances, but damn it, Alan was onto us. He restrained me while the FBI searched every nook and cranny. He said it was for my own good, but believe me, as soon as I was released, I went back into those mines. That time I had Lilly, Jessy, Thomas and even Dan with me as well. Yes, even in his stupid wheelchair, Dan proved to be of assistance. He sacrificed his freedom to Alan on more than one occasion as a distraction. We all chipped in to pay for his bail.

Day after day we searched up and down those mines. Multiple cave-ins though made it impossible to reach everywhere. When I started to dig through the piles of fallen rocks with my bare hands, my friends stopped me. ‘You do that and it all may come down on us.’

You can imagine then my anger when I stepped back out, after hours of inhaling that awful stench, covered in dust head to toe, cuts and bruises from tripping in the dark that I had ignored - after all of that I opened my phone and I found all of our conversations were gone. That was it. No proof of life. No ‘I'm ok.’ And judging by the constant FBI surveillance, no arrest either.

Yet sitting there, hugging him, I still felt like I failed him.

“Why?” I barely managed to squeak out. Why didn’t you contact me? Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you keep yourself hidden all these years from me? Why did you have to suffer alone? I didn’t even know which why to start with.

“You would've blamed yourself,” he mumbled.

I hit my fist into his back, “That’s not good enough!” More dry sobs ripped through my throat. “We searched!”

“I know,” he muttered.

“You knew?” I questioned.

“I saw you,” he clarified.

“Then you get my attention!” I shrieked.

He buried his head further, “You were there and I blinked and you were gone. It was one of the few things I remember.”

“And after that?” I squeezed him.

“I don’t know,” he lifted his head. “Everything is hazy. I know I was found unconscious just off the highway near Terrendale. When I woke up, I was in the hospital, hooked up to heavy sedatives. They told me I had been in an induced coma for weeks. My phone was gone and I had no way of securely contacting you.”

“I called the hospitals!” I exclaimed. “Every hospital around the mines!”

Jake let out a small laugh, “Some idiot messed up my admission records. You weren’t the only one looking.”

“Why didn’t you come find me when you got out?” I hit him again.

“All that time I was trapped in that hospital bed with just me and my thoughts, I kept thinking ‘Why does shit like this keep happening to me?’ Soon it became, ‘What if she had been there with me?’ and then, ‘Would I even have been able to protect her?’,” he explained. “I hardly got myself out of there. If you were with me, you would have suffered the same or worse. The truth is, MC, I can't protect you from the danger that comes my way.”

I hit his back even harder, “You’re an idiot.”

“How exactly do you think my story ends? There is no happy ending. You stay and you will be killed,” he turned his head to look at me over his shoulder.

“Well tough! I’m going to fucking stick to you like glue now!” I hissed.

He snapped around, pushing me off of him. His mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. His eyes drifted down to my throat instead and his brow twitched, “As much as it kills me to see how badly I hurt you, part of me is satisfied. Now you will be forced to think of me every time you look in the mirror, just as I am forced to think of you.”

Raising my hand to my neck, I hesitated for a moment. I hadn’t even checked the state of my bruises.

“Jake, you need help,” I trembled.

“Sure, let me just go visit my psychologist. Oh wait, I can’t,” he mocked.

“Well, I'm not leaving you,” I insisted.

“Yesterday I wanted to shoot you. Today I nearly strangled you. I wonder what tomorrow will bring. How do you feel about drowning?” he laughed to himself.

“Is that what you want? To kill me?” I questioned apprehensively.

“What? No, of course not!” he shook his head. “I just- I don’t know what I am capable of.”

“Well, I still love you,” I gently placed my hand over his. “I will not let you go through this alone anymore.”

Jake looked down at my hand for a moment, then pulled his hand away, “No, we're getting you a new ID and getting you across the border!”

“With you with me,” I added, raising my eyebrow.

“No, you're going away, far away from me,” he pushed.

“Like hell I am!” I frowned.

“Either they’ll kill you or I will!” he yelled. “For five years, five fucking years I put aside my feelings for you so you could live safe! You think I didn’t want to be with you? I didn’t give you up just so you can walk into my life like it didn’t fucking matter!” He paused for a moment. “So many years of you haunting my dreams,” his eyes went dark. “You never let me rest. You occupied my mind day and night. Did you even think of me once?”

“How dare you suggest that I didn’t!” I said offended.

“You seemed so preoccupied with others,” he commented.

“You might be a hacker, but you’re no mind reader,” I pointed out. “I don’t know what you were looking at, but it definitely didn’t tell the whole story.”

“Photos. So many photos of you smiling and many times not alone,” he sighed.

I shook my head, “You just saw snapshots of my life. You never saw the big picture.”

“You asked me if I sabotaged your relationships. I probably did,” he admitted. “I didn’t like them. Any of them.”

I laughed a little, “Admitting you were jealous?”

“I wanted you to be happy without me. I told myself that once that right person showed up and was able to make you happy, I'd finally be able to let you go,” he explained. “Maybe then you wouldn’t haunt my dreams anymore.”

“Hey, I want to test something,” I smiled.

“What?” he looked at me confused.

“Come join me in the bed. We're going to do something called sleep,” I teased.

“I've heard of that,” he smirked. “I don’t get it though.”

“I want to test whether you are still being haunted in your dreams or not,” I tilted my head.

“MC, I don’t think I should be that close to you, especially not after before,” he lowered his gaze.

I stood up and held my hand out to him. He took it reluctantly and stood up in facing me. Throwing my arms around him, I hugged him tight. After a moment, Jake gave in and hugged me back, burying his face into my neck.

“Even now, part of me wants to rip into your skin,” he whispered.

“Jake, breathe, ok? Deep breaths. Match my pace,” I instructed.

I took slow, deep breaths for a while so Jake could breathe in time with me. After a couple of minutes, he started to relax again. I ran my fingers through his hair as he settled.

“These last five years have really messed you up,” I sighed.

“I should’ve killed you yesterday,” he mumbled into my neck.

“Stop,” I rolled my eyes. “I know you don't mean that.”

“You’re sticking to me like glue now? I’m going to get you killed either way. At least it would’ve been a mercy killing,” he continued.

I pulled away and looked at him in the eye, “Maybe you have already killed me and I’m just a figment of your imagination to haunt you.”

“Is that meant to be a joke?” he frowned.

“Oooooo!” I wiggled my fingers at him.

He tried to keep a straight face, but we both burst out laughing. It was so good to just have a moment of silliness with him again. I missed those moments the most. As our laughter calmed, we stared into each's eyes for a minute, then I tilted my head up and kissed him. He was resistant at first, but I persisted until he started kissing me back.

I smiled as I pulled away, “We'll see through this together, ok?”

Jake nodded slowly and mumbled, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I rubbed his cheek gently. “Now, come on, lie down with me.”

I climbed into the bed behind me and gestured for Jake to join me. He sighed and eventually laid down next to me. Pulling him close, I rested his head against my chest and gently rubbed his head. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he held onto me for comfort. Listening close to his breathing, I stayed awake until I knew he was fast asleep.

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Prayers to you from me

“if there is really such a thing called angel of death, then i will pray to god, to let me meet her, and forgive all my sins, and please… let me leave this thing called life that i do not ever want to have.”

a little xiao x reader, ganyu mentions, fem reader, mostly xiao flashbacks, abusive family, self harm, drugs, murder. happy ending for xiao. modern au, doctor Xiao.

idk what im doing idk if this is angst i jsut want to write im bored 😓🧍‍♀️‼️

His life wasnt so perfect nor had been great, he had a few smiles here and there but none of them are genuine. lived a good life and meet some interesting people. Including him, his boss— a literral killer, disguising to be a doctor. Even Xiao doesn't want to know what he had done to the patients.

Everyone have secrets, so does he. he never, and wasn't supposed to find out until he accidentally heard screams from a patient that he once taken care of. his patient was badly ill and everything about her was weak that the everyone had given up curing her and just waiting for her to… not be in pain anymore.

Her screams was so loud, but grew quiet all of a sudden. The usually cold and aloof xiao was even concerned for her wellbeing. As he goes deeper downstairs, he wonders that only he can hear it. Or was it his imagination? I mean it’s night and barely everyone’s here anymore.

“Xiao”

there he is, the sound that he’s afraid of. his own father, his boss, the hospital owner, and a murderer. Xiao never liked his father, calling him a father doesn't even suit him anymore. He was nothing like a father.

Xiao once lived happily, with his mother by his side, and a once loving father. But that once loving father changed drasticly in one night, and blame it on a baby who was just born for his wife's death.

—

he accused her of being born and killed her own mother, abused her. Xiao didnt do anything, he was scared. The first time he tried standing up for his sister Ganyu, he was ”punished” more than his sister. It didn’t hurt as much since Ganyu was still there.

Until she wasnt with them anymore. Barely at the age of 8 his angel like sister died from being starved to hunger, and was severly punched on her little head. Her blood was almost evrywhere in the room that even xiao almost fainted by the sight of it. He stared at his father who was standing behind him with cold eyes.

“why ganyu? why not me?”

His father sighed while walking to the almost worn out couch. “You learn faster than she is. That’s why I punished her more than you. Seems that she just couldn’t keep up with the lessons.”

“Lessons? You taught Ganyu how to…. murder a person. She’s still too young to even learn what being dead means— she doesn’t even know that she has a mother! she doesn’t know anything! nothing. She was supposed to be pure, not being dirtied by the color of blood red. She deserved bet—“

A gun was shot near his neck, fortunately the bullet wasnt on the fatal part of his body. Xiao sobs quietly in pain in front of his father, leaning on the wall behind him barely standing.

“Don’t let that be in your mind. You had no one anyway, just think of ganyu as a distraction that i took care for you. Be grateful” After that, his father just left the house without saying another word and let Xiao be alone.

Xiao screamed so hard that his voice starts to crack up, even from his father’s harsh training to become another murderer like him, even with the cold face of his, he cried. He cried so violently that his figure started shaking, his mind went blank, confused, scared. Scared of being like his father.

—

“You.. called my name Sir?”

His father, boss nods excitingly. ”You haven’t clean up corpses since you were 14 right? You had school I didn’t want to bother you much. Go clean it up now. The body is just behind that door.”

that door he was speaking of was behind Xiao’s father, it doesn’t smell blood atleast. But if you are a person with sharp smelling senses, them you could smell like something isn’t right.

Never be curious, curiousity kills the cat as everyone says, right?

As always Xiao never disobeys his so called father, no matter how many bruises he has, no matter how much blood he wasted everyday. He never shows disobedeince to his father unless it’s regarding ganyu. But since she wasnt here anymore. Everything change…..to the better, at least for his father.

Xiao walks in to the room, he’s not even trembling anymore, he’s not crying, sobbing or vomitting like he used to. Is this really normal? Do i really represent my dad? Xiao always think about this two questions every day.

The second question is his very big fear that no one knows the answer to, except himself to decide.

—

His father got addicted to killing, murder and drugs. While Xiao? He doesn’t know and he never want to know, until he got hurt. He was so ad that he was conufsed to how and who to put his anger to rest. He slamed his fist to the wall, or anything that has a flat surface until his hand starts to bleed, and his plams have scratches from his nails. It hurts, but it felt good.

He tried to mot hurt himself anymore, and stopped for a while but immersed himself with drugs and start to starve himself. His eyebags starts to show, his body is all bones. No one could save him at this point.

—

It’s been years, almost atleast 5 years and Xiao had reached his limit. He was ordered to kill, poision people, and clean up his father’s messes without going crazy. He will always be alone, can never share his burden that’s been weighing on him for his whole lifetime.

Then what choice does he has except to just pray?

“if there is really such a thing called angel of death, then i will pray to god, to let me meet her, and beg her to forgive all my sins, and please… let me leave this thing called life that i do not ever want to have.”

And his prayers were answered.

—

“how unfortunate, he was a good kid that was raised by that sinner.” you mumbled quietly. Being the angle of death that everyone always try to avoid was never easy, everybody hated you except him. His name was Xiao isn’t it? Almost everyday he begged to leave his life, to die, to meet his sister, and mother to share his burdens with. To give and receive warmth again.

“Just this time, I will obey a human. This once.” You look around your throne room for a while, making sure no one will spot you. Flying down to earth as you were sure no one saw you go down to earth willingly. Beacuse it is against the rules, we angels of death only come down to earth whenever a person is assigbed to die that time. We could never kill.

It was a very dark night, that made the stars shine so brightly like small little lanterns flying. You gaze up to the sky looking at it like it was your first time to see such a thing. You never even try to glance up to tbe sky and appericiate its beauty since you're busy everyday. Or yiu're to ginorant to even acknowledge your own surroundings.

You glance to your right shoulder and see a man staring at the same sky with his almost dead eyes and wounded arms with badly covered bandages.

Sensing someone's staring at him, he see a person standing almost beside him wearing a black veil and a very long black gown like she was in mourning.

"Miss? what are you doing walking at night? The path there is dangerous. People die here." Xiao said with a concerned face.

It's barely there, but you know because everytime his father killed someone, you always appear to take their life away and watch Xiao clean up the bodies with his sad and dissapointed expression.

"Then what are you doing here? Do you wish to die?" You said with a calm but stern voice as you carressed his cold cheek. Xiao was stunned but there's something about you that he doesn't want to pull away, he doesn't even know you. Yet you give him your warm hands and carress his cheek to make him feel better.

"You wish to die, yes? I heard your prayers." Xiao was stunned yes, but now he was shocked. He never thought that his prayers were answered. He's a sinner. He's never meant to be acknowledged by pure beings such as yourself.

"Yes" That was enough to bring Xiao into happiness. By feeling your hand on his chest, sucking his life out of him. He layed there on your arms with a small smile on his face.

"Remember me Xiao, I am y/n. Let us meet in the above yes? I will show the people who care for you and you'll be happy. Good bye for now Xiao."

"Good bye and thankyou, y/n..."

He said with his final breath and energy, as he closed his eyes. His figure slowly disappearing from your arms as you kissed him goodbye on his forehead begore he completely dissepear.

"Goodbye Xiao, let's meet again."

Happy, being happy was his first and last time which was now.

[hyeque]

hello!! do you have any good fic recs? my "for you" feed hsant changed all day and i feel like i'm running out of stuff to read on here lol

sending love from canada

hii i don’t have any specific recs currently just bc i haven’t read anything in like almost a week 😭 but i can recommend some blogs that have fantastic writing !

@/oomiya - has extraordinary writing and always flawlessly dives into characterization so well, she’ll have you in love with any character by the end. i cannot describe enough how happy her writing makes me.

@/mattsunkawa - has a sakusa and atsumu au going on and also a fic event ! i always luv reading her stuff bc she has a unique way of writing. queen of royal aus really !

@/ohtokki - writes a lot for underrated characters and also i feel has very unique troupes (lots of ones w food hehe) and also has great characterization. her writing always has an abundance of detail within it.

@/kuroosdarling my beloved aims writes the spicest drabbles and fics fr. she also has an event series she’s working on rn (her request for me made my cri) and a kuroo series im obsessed with ‼️ highly recommend to check it out !

@/kurootosis lem is underrated imo, her writing is always exquisite and i adore the way she writes for kuroo esp (she also has a kuroo series that’s ongoing and i recommend it) but her writing always has me on the edge of my seat

not mutuals but @/demxnscous and @/134340am have really nice stuff as well ! they’re so talented and cool

these are just a few ppl so i’m sorry to those i didn’t mention but i luv yalls writing dw 🫶🏾🥹

[mythiccheroacademia]

—single!parent headcanons

part one

mtha thots: the manga makes me really sad and i think children deserve a childhood so i made this to cope

all characters are 18+

Warnings: it’s long but, other than that, none <3

© 2021 all writing content belongs to mythiccheroacademia. do not repost or modify

Shouto Todoroki: 

truth be told, shouto never wanted children 

he knew how important someone’s childhood meant

shouto honestly couldn’t trust himself not to mess it up :(

so imagine his surprise when he came to fall in love with this little boy, no older than six, he found snooping around a dumpster 

it’s actually kind of funny how they came to be bc shouto was 100% put off by the kid

when they made eye contact, they stared at each other like 

shouto:🧍🏻

the boy: 👁👄👁

shouto again:🧍🏻

before the brat blew him a raspberry and tried to run off 

ofc he caught up to him and, despite the boy’s tantrum, the two went straight to the police

and for some reason, todoroki ended up with him in his condo

the first couple of weeks were terrible 

it seemed like Yuuma hated his guts 

shouto let him have his space and only really pestered him when it was time to do the essentials

at midoriya’s suggestion, he’d try and talk to him about his day or how his therapy sessions went, but it was no use 

the boy would tell him not to worry about it and scurry off 

this happened for some time and honestly, todoroki was at his wit’s end 

until one day, shouto realized that it wasn’t that the child hated him, he just didn’t want to be a burden him

then everything clicked 

mustering up the courage, todoroki one day asked Yuu if he’d like to help him make dinner and the way the kid’s eyes brightened up at the chance to be useful made him a bit sad

but he pushed it away in favor for how the boy blossomed as he showed shouto the right way to stir meat stew and make onion rings

at the end, the red n white hero gave him an honest smile and thanked him for his help

Yuuma looked at him for a long time before bursting into tears 

it was the first time shouto had seen him cry in weeks 

it was also the first time they hugged

from then on, it was almost magical how well they clicked 

the boy was exitable and extroverted, todoroki was quiet and reserved 

they were both stubborn to a fault sometimes and that didn’t bode over well during the few disagreements they had but they brought the best out in each other 

shouto made the kid feel safe and secure, always reminding him that anything he did for him was never burdensome 

Yuuma gave the hero a confidence boost and a chance at another type of love he never knew he wanted 

the first time his son called him dad was when todoroki made the adoption official 

Yuuma shyly asked if it was okay that he called him his father and shouto will not admit to the tears he desperately tried to hide from a teasing midoriya and his siblings (ofc he had them there)

no one knows this but todoroki literally had separation anxiety the first couple of years

his child was just fine being with the babysitter but shouto would spend his work days/nights feeling very tense being away from him 

called/texted the kid all the time, left him encouraging sticky notes in his lunch box, and would hug him for at least 3 min before leaving the house

he’s such a mother hen bye

he’s lucky yuu adores him bc he was lowkey doing a lot LMAO

they have movie nights together and geek over manga like nerds 

yuuma cosplayed as roy mustang once and todoroki has an album of pics from that day alone 

todoroki’s the type to randomly bring his son fruit just because 

yuuma regularly slept in shouto’s bed/futon until around 7th grade

as his son got older, and more popular (w the ladies AND gents hehe) at school, todoroki got a little jealous bc yuuma wanted to spend more time with his friends

he was legit hurt the first time yuu canceled on movie night to go to a sleepover 🥺

todoroki moped over it until midoriya told him to knock it off 💀

it’s a shameful quality of his, but shouto will always lie to get his kid out of the stupid shit he gets himself into only bc yuu plays really funny pranks 

has to keep himself from laughing in front of the principle 

they’re both lowkey mischevious asf 

he’ll scold him later tho so it’s okay, he’s responsible™️

shouto always calls yuu “son”

if he calls him by his full name, he’s either sad or annoyed w him

during family gatherings, yuuma is the star of the show bc of his superb cooking skills

he and fuyumi get along great

and surprisingly enough, bakugo adores the kid even though the same can’t be said for todoroki himself 

yuuma wants to open a restaurant and he’s a little afraid of his father’s reaction

little does he know, shouto is ready to hand over his black card at moment’s notice purrr✨

he’s a really supportive father and he has his hiccups, but todo tries his very best and his son makes him impossibly proud every day 

oh and did i mention they wear matching sweaters?

they’re that kind of family

it’s so cute i could die 

Midoriya Izuku: 

midoriya was born and bred to be a father 

change my mind 

i mean look at that face 

that’s daddy material to me 😌

anyways

midoriya has two girls that are about a year apart

due to the immense pressure of being with the #1 hero and an unwillingness to be a mother, his then girlfriend at the time suddenly left him, signing over all maternal rights to the hero 

it just crushed izuku 

he spent weeks trying to look for her and to make it work 

he wanted his girls to have a two-parent household, but she went radio silent 

it was a difficult adjustment 

but deku is the most ambitious and resiliant person on the planet so he was devoted to giving them the best lif he could 

and ofc he had the support of all his friends and his mother 

but there were a lot of ups and downs

mostly downs in the first year being a single parent

at the time, his youngest wasn’t even one whiles eldest was almost two 

and izuku worked a lot 

being #1 meant he was the country’s go-to whenever something happened and he missed a lot of stuff he’d never get to redo 

like his youngest, Maia’s, first word which was “bunny”

and the first time his oldest, Naomi, went to the bathroom by herself 

and izuku will never forget the day he came to pick his kids up after being on a week long international mission

when he reached out for them, they looked at him as if they didn’t know who he was 

izuku spent the entire night crying in inko’s arms 

the next morning, he only had to deliver some paperwork, but everyone noticed the usually chipper hero’s sour mood and stayed clear from his path

even bakugo and todoroki felt chills when izuku passed by 

it was tough, but deku was determined 

he started taking up night shifts so he could be there for his girls during the day

he’d pick them up from inko’s right after work and spend the day playing with them 

izuku stayed up on a dangerous amount of caffeine and will power

there were days he literally passed out from exhaustion, but it was worth it to see them through their milestones 

when Naomi went to kindergarten, he couldn’t stop buzzing around w excitement

he just adored listening her ramble on about what she learned and that persisted on even as she grew

like, she’s a genius

she was his doppleganger in intellect and resilience

she’s def a daddy’s girl and although she’s not as empathetic as her father, they’re very close 

naomi is an excellent older sister and stepped up early when izuku couldn’t always be there 

maia is izuku’s match in personality

she’s very sweet, a bit more extroverted, and compassionate

but pls don’t get it twisted, that girl gives the fam a run for their money 

she’s got izuku’s righteousness but heightened 100x and with a lot more anger

the girl’s got quite the mean mug and she got hands highkey

they both do tbh (i mean, izuku is their dad...)

the amount of fights naomi’s had to back her up in is ridiculous 😭

they’re two peas in a pod tho so if you mess w one sister, you mess w both ‼️

regardless of all that, izuku wouldn’t change them for anything 

he’s the type to obnoxiously kiss them on their cheeks before school

they’ll take turns doing each other’s hair

izuku gets pigtails that he proudly wears to work 

deku has a private instagram that is so filled with those two, sometimes ppl forget it’s his

he def has a “girl dad” t-shirt

he calls them his angels 🥺

i see him getting a tattoo of their names on his arm or something

they’re all cry babies so when they get into arguments, it doesnt last long

both girls went to UA to be heroes and izuku’s heart just soars with pride every day 

he also cried an obnoxious amount and for some odd reason, kept popping up for “demonstrative purposes”

they had to have a family talk so they could tell him to stop babying them in the kindest way possible 

and by that i mean, naomi said it bluntly and maia did damage control lmao

overall, izuku loves those girls more than life and they love him just the same 

raising them was a rollercoaster, but he’d do it all over again in a heartbeat

Sero Hanta:

another one that just looks like he’d be an amazing father

please have my children sir

sero is one of the few that was actually looking to adopt a kid

he came from a large family and desired connection with a family of his own

he tried a for a while, but it never seemed to happen

until he came about a small girl he met on the off chance of passing by her hospital room when he was getting a quick check up

she was one of the children they saved on a mission and when he saw her curled up on the hospital bed that seemed to swallow her whole, his feet moved on their own

the girl, Keiko, was left injured and an orphan, yet despite her circumstances, she was just a joy to be around 

sero spent the rest of visiting time with her and just knew she was it for him

she was very sick so he’d spend his breaks visiting her at the hospital 

keiko was a huge cellophane fan and it just melted his heart 🥺

she’d have a huge smile on her face, unabashedly showing off her missing front tooth, every time he walked in

they’d spend hours just drawing or talking about their day

when sero shyly brought up the possibility of adopting her, keiko could barely contain herself 

she drew him one of her best pieces as a thank you and sero still has it hanging on his mirror to this day ❤️

keiko’s actually quite the artist so there’s many more up there to keep it company 

the adjustment period went smoother than anticipated

the girl had her moments and hanta was getting used to being a 24/7 parent, but it was like they quickly acted as if they had been blood related their entire lives

they are ride or dies for each other LMAO

they don’t argue

like at all

the worst they ever got was when keiko rushed to help her father on the job when she happened to see him get hurt 

sero yelled at her in panic 

it was so startling that they avoided each other for the time being

but a few hours later, sero went and apologized 

and that was that

keiko had frequent nightmares and sero would sacrfice copious hours of sleep so that he could turn on the projecter and give her a run down about every star in the “sky” before she falls asleep 

he actually bought and named a star after her for her first bday with him

sero pats her head a lot and she hates it

he calls her squirt, sport, kid, and princess if they’re having a soft moment

they have an unholy amount of matching onsies 

the kid was already getting to the stage where she wanted to be independent, but she would let her father pick out her outfits sometimes

only bc he put a lot of effort into doing it 

aka, she caught him crying over cute pintrest pics bc he’s a simp

okay but sero really, isn’t much of a crier, but he’s sentimental asf

every milestone is recorded

every school night, he’s there (she was a good kid, so he all but gloats w pride after every visit w the teachers)

any drawing she makes, he has 

he’ll do anything to be there for his daughter so it really crushed him when he couldn’t go to her high school’s father daughter dance 

sero had a mission he couldnt get out of and he was sorely pissed off about it 

keiko assured her father that it was okay and that it was corny anyways

but he could hear the disappointment in her voice 

he made kirishima go with her anyways bc he didnt want her to miss out on the experience 

and you bet your ass that when she came back home, sero was there in a tux with the living room set up to make it up to her 

it is just as cheesy as you think it is, but they’re cute so who cares 

also the way they both can dance is crazyyyyyy

rhythm isn’t even the word

if there was a competition for best father-daughter dance duo, they would win every time! and i stand by that!

they have at least one viral tiktok dance they did together

sero’s not the emotional type, but the first time keiko had a boyfriend he def made a threat or two to him 

it was actually so scary 

anyways

they’re honestly the cutest duo and everyone on the block agrees

 i love it ❤️

[devildomdoofus]

Winter Storm

Part 1

Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan

WARNINGS:

‼️contains spoilers from chp. 16‼️

[[ angst, cursing, anxiety, fear/terror, depression, survival, near death experiences, mentions of blood/bleeding, hypothermia, dehydration, fainting, severe pain, cliffhangers ]]

Authors Note (sorry it’s long):

My sincerest apologies for how long you all had to wait!! I’m hoping what I’ve created was worth it. Because each brothers’ pieces were rather extensive especially being on mobile, I’ve decided to divide them into two parts where part one includes the four eldest brothers and part two includes the remaining. This is also to test the waters a bit and see if my writing style is decent enough to continue or if there are changes that need to be made before posting part two. Also, I purposefully wrote “cliffhangers” because I felt that, as reader, you should be able to decide MC’s fate for yourself according to your personal tastes/moods/etc. I hope it doesn’t come off as lazy.. it was intentional so that you may enjoy the content to the fullest and take it in the direction that you choose and not the author.CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED!! Good, bad, or indifferent, your feedback will help me write better for you in the future so you can enjoy my content to the upmost extent!! ALSO: If the spacing is weird with the paragraphs and such, I’m very sorry but for the time being, I have no idea how to fix that considering I’m on mobile and there’s only so much the app allows me to do. Anyway, I hope you all dig what I dish out! Thanks again for your patience, support, and understanding!! -DevildomDoofus

UPDATE (2-19-2021): Part 2 is out!! Unfortunately I don’t have enough content to make a master list quite yet but until then, forgive me, but you’ll have to search my blog using the hastag “devildomdoofus” or “my posts.” Don’t worry, I’ll get my blog in order eventually, I’m just a little slow with these kinds of things 😅 thank you for your patience and understanding!!

- DevildomDoofus

Prologue:

One word, a pair of twinkling eyes, and a pouty lip was all it took for you to convince him to vacation with you up in the human world. Maybe a few more ‘fluffy’ words and a bigger pout had to be used on Lucifer, as his paranoia was, more often times than not, justified by his brothers’ antics so... he needed further convincing.

When you two arrive at the cabin that you were to stay in for the week, you eyed the place over and it was rather beautifully decorated and cozy enough to never set foot outside for eternity, but with the wonderland that was just right outside your door, how could you not? By the celestial realm, it was like a dream. The ground was carpeted with fresh sheets or large comforters, rather of glistening white snow that reached just above your ankles, so soft to the touch that it could almost be compared to the cushy feel of Belphegor’s favorite pillow. The mighty mountains reach up to graze their fingers through the few clouds that wisp across the bluest skies... have they always been this blue? The nearby forest that towered over all, beckoned you to join them in their dance with the gentle wind. In other words, you HAD to explore! You set out on a solo trip to get aquatinted with your surroundings and take pictures to reminisce about later, while the one you came with unpacked your belongings to get rightfully settled in. You promised you wouldn’t wander far, just enough to really take in the scenery before venturing further out together. As a precaution, you dug markings on nearby trees as you tread and left stones in consistent, peculiar piles so that in the event of an emergency, any who might have to come looking for you would notice these things and easily be able to follow in your footsteps. Well, more or less, considering the clouds had secretly huddled up above you for another gentle snow shower and are now covering up your footprints. No worries though, right? You left plenty of stone piles and tree markings and you’re not even that far from the cabin. Someone could surely find you if you needed them to. You pushed onward, too entranced by the world around you to turn back now.

As time passed, storm clouds gathered faster than a pack of hungry wolves over a freshly fallen corpse and this became your cue to hurry home. To your dismay, you couldn’t find ANY of the markings you left on the trees or ANY of the stone piles you made. Ok, that’s not great but everything’s fine. The trick is to not panic. Maybe you just wandered a little farther of the beaten path than you realized. You’ll surely find your way back. As you searched high and low for your markings, the wind began to pick up, howling furiously in your ear and the once gently drifting little snowflakes became hardened, frosted hornets, stinging your face until they bit through your exposed skin and caused you to bleed. So much snow and ice, you could barely see 2 feet in front of you and could hardly lift your legs high enough to move forward as the levels of snow quickly rose to just above your knee. You had packed and dressed for whatever these snowy mountains could throw at you, but nothing could protect you from the fury of a raging blizzard for long. Pain from the dropping temperatures began at the tips of your toes and fingers and the longer you tried to find your way back, the more the pain spread and the harder it was to move anything at all. Everything inside of you, every fiber of your being was screaming for you to stop, for the pain was becoming too great but you just HAD to make your way back or you would surely die out here. These thoughts were starting to make you panic. Just as you were thinking it couldn’t get any worse, the wind grew even stronger and was starting to knock you to your knees. At this rate, you were causing more harm than good to yourself, perilously trying to toughen it out. Instead, you decided to find a makeshift shelter, just strong and big enough to keep the snow and wind off of you as you would attempt to warm up.

As if by divine intervention, you could make out a large rock formation with an opening big enough for you to huddle up under, just ahead of you. You ducked low and crawled in, hunkering down in your saving grace. As you shivered in the shadows, heaving and trying to collect yourself before deciding what to do next, you realized that numbness had settled into your limbs and you could no longer feel them, much less move them. You tried, desperately, over and over to inch them in any way but damn it, nothing would. Tears began to puddle at the corners of your eyes as your mind began to race. You should have never left the cabin alone. You knew better, you just couldn’t help yourself. The tears started to fall more and more as the thoughts started spiraling. How could you be so stupid? Now no one is going to find you and you’re going to die here, alone and deathly afraid. You could no longer contain your cries and in one last fleeting attempt to be rescued, you screamed for help with as much force as your withering lungs would allow. Nothing but the wind answered your cries. Before you knew it, your body was shutting down and your eyes fluttered shut right as you fainted against the rocky wall behind you. The panic, the wet and the cold, dehydration, the pain that once gripped your entire body that then turned to numbness, the overexertion, the hypothermia that was setting in; it was all too much for your body to handle anymore. Limp against the stone, you were quickly turning into a human icicle. This is how he finds you.

Lucifer:

Lucifer had been prepping for dinner for later that evening, as some meals tend to take an eternity to prepare, when the hair on the back of his neck pricked up and an uneasy feeling settled into his stomach. He could sense something was wrong even before the storm clouds rolled in. There was no way to explain it other than something is or was going to be terribly, terribly wrong. It’s the same feeling he gets when his brothers are up to no good or are in some form of trouble. It comes with the responsibility of being the eldest brother. He, indeed, trusted you enough for you to go alone for the simple fact that you were the most responsible out of his brothers, but that did not mean he didn’t still feel a bit uncomfortable with you out of his immediate supervision considering you’re human and humans tend to make many, many mistakes. You’re a child by no means and can handle yourself incredibly well, as evident by your time in the devildom and at R.A.D. He knows this and believes you could conquer the world if you so chose to do so. But even YOU know that he only acts and does these certain things that can come off as overbearing to some because he cares so deeply for you that he tries his damndest to prevent any harm that may come to you. Physcial or emotional, accidental or self-inflicted, whatever the case may be. He would give his life and soul up for you, just as he had done for Lilith. That is why this unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach upset him so. He had to find you. He set out to look for you and quickly noticed a pattern. The markings and piles of stones, he assumed, were yours and, for a fleeting moment, it filled him with pride to know that you went about your adventure with a proper head upon your shoulders. Still, he had to see you and be able to hold you in his arms so that his worrisome mind could be put to rest. He followed the trail until it ended with you nowhere in sight. “MC, darling, what have you gotten yourself into this time?” Though calm in his demeaner, he was still fidgeting beneath the surface. Through the wind and hail that was picking up, he heard your cries from miles off and like a bat out of devildom, races to you. From pounding out of his chest to dropping through the crust of the Earth, Lucifer’s heart collapsed when he found you. “MC...” He rushed to your side in the blink of an eye and shouted your name over and over, but you didn’t respond. He rips a glove off and places two fingers to the side of your neck. Your pulse was so low, he had to press his ear to your chest, but even your heart was far too faint to be heard by human ear. Thank Diavolo he was a demon or he would have assumed the worst. You rarely see this man lose his composure, even behind closed doors. But now, when he looks at you and your state of comatose for the second time in his life, he becomes frantic. So many emotions racing through him, he doesn’t notice the tears welling in his eyes or his demon form breaking the surface. His fist clenches and he slams it into the ground next you, creating a cavity in the stone. He almost lost you once, he won’t let it happen again.

Before his emotions get the better of him, he swiftly yet ever so gently scoops you into his arms and immediately transports you both back to the cabin where he could try and warm you up and bring you back to your old self. Back to him. Bursting through the door, he rushes to place you gingerly onto the couch in front of the fireplace and carefully strips you of all the wet clothing, replacing them with warm, dry pairs. He wraps your neck with a thick scarf, slips fuzzy mittens on your hands, covers your head in a knitted hat, and drapes multiple blankets over your body. He then tosses wood into the fireplace, setting them ablaze before circling the couch and pushing it, and inherently you, closer to the warmth of the fire. All of this within the blink of an eye. He finally sits next to you on the cushions and takes you back into his arms, fearing that if he ever lets go, he will truly lose you once and for all. He’ll occasionally reach a hand up to the side of your neck or to your wrist, checking your pulse. Still too damn low. How in the devildom could he let this happen? For hours, he stays like this with you, keeping you so close to his chest that from the outside looking in, it would seem he was smothering you. The entire time he cradles you, he is mentally abusing himself for not being with you. For letting you go out alone. For not protecting you. For going against his better judgement and agreeing to come out here with you in the first place- no... that’s not it.. He’s frustrated with himself for you going against your better judgement and choosing him to be the one to come with you. Him of all people. He couldn’t protect Lilith in the Great War, he couldn’t protect you when Belphegor tried to kill you, and now here you are, lifeless in his embrace and fighting to stay alive once again because he couldn’t protect you from the storm. The tears began to fall from his eyes once more and they dropped onto your cheek. He looks down at you, cupping your face in his hand and tenderly wipes his tears from your skin. “Please,” he begs through the lips that threaten to quiver. “Please MC. Come back to me, darling.” He shuts his eyes and presses his forehead to yours over the knitted hat. Hoping, if only he could pray, for you to come back.

Mammon:

Before the storm even rolled in, Mammon went looking for you. It was unnatural for you two to be separated for this long and he didn’t like it. Not one bit. “Damn it, MC! We’re supposed to be doing this stupid vacation thing together,” he grumbles, as he stomps out of the house in a little Mammon tantrum. He saw your markings on the trees and piles of stones and began to think you set up the whole ‘going on a solo adventure’ thing as a prank. He chuckles to himself and beams a bit in pride. “My clever little human, turning into me.” A seemingly great idea at first, but the more he thought on it, SERIOUSLY thought on it, the more that two Mammons seemed like a bad idea. But he’d like to go over the so called ‘bad idea’ with you if he could just find you. He followed your markings until they stopped and that’s when the storm clouds rolled in. He was starting to get nervous. Yes, you hid and jumped out at him in an attempt to scare him on numerous occasions (which hardly worked, considering he was a demon and quite frankly, a powerful demon at that) back in the devildom but... this situation seemed different. Having been around you and your person the longest, he gained a sixth sense specifically for you. Your warm presence, your delectable soul essence, your precious voice, your thoughts and feelings, your wonderful heartbeat; he could feel them all, even when you returned to the human world for a bit. He could feel them all until now and it felt like he had gone numb. His nervousness turned to anxiousness. The only other time this numbing sensation has happened to him before is when Belphegor tried to off you right in front of him. He so very often wishes he could just wipe those memories from his mind forever...

For a moment, he thinks he can hear your voice, as faint as it is. “MC!!” He follows the direction he thinks your voice is coming from and calls your name again but with no reply. Then he hears it. One ever so minute thump of your heartbeat. He follows the sound like a wolf after a lamb until he comes across the little miniature cave his lamb had taken shelter under. He crawls in and he‘s instantly frozen in place. “MC?” You’re.. ? No you couldn’t be, you just couldn’t be. “C’mon MC, qu-quit foolin’ around. We have to go home. It’s s-storming like crazy out there, ya know?” Only the little echo of the cracks in his voice are his reply. He takes one of your hands in his and- shit! They’re so cold! Colder than when held you that time you were almost kill-NO! He lets go of your hand and grabs you by the shoulders instead, shaking you frantically. “MC, please, ya gotta wake up! This isn’t funny anymore!” The longer he shook you with no sign of you waking up, the more his eyes glazed over with tears. “MC!! WAKE UP!!” He growls, frustration and demon form taking over. Your body slides like a rag doll into his arms and that’s when he finally realizes that this is no prank and you’re in serious, serious danger. His heart disintegrates in his chest and nothing could stop the tears from cascading down his face like rain. For just a few moments, he sits there in that cave, holding your frozen body in his arms and rocking you as he cries heavily into your hair. He’s so hurt, so fucking hurt that this is the second time that he couldn’t protect you when he said he would. But by Diavolo, he had to keep trying until the absolute very last millisecond.

He gets a grip on himself, cradles you tightly into his embrace and skyrockets back to the cabin. Once there, he’s doing anything and everything in his power to get you warm. Heated blankets, warm and dry clothes, thick gloves, fuzzy hats, warmed pillows and cushions, a fire in the fireplace, the thermostat cranked up by 5 degrees, EVERYTHING. He even went to the extent of placing his bare hands into the fire, pulling them out to cool them down to an appropriate temperature, and then placing them over your ears, under the hat and across your forehead, or he would cradle your face in his hands to gingerly brush his warmed thumbs over your cheeks and nose. He simply could not sit still. There had to be something more he could do to help you, something more he could do to make up for his mistakes. He couldn’t stop no matter what. He loved you too much to give up so easily.

Leviathan:

Leviathan had originally intended to get both of your belongings unpacked as quickly as possible so that later that evening, you two could have a video game binge with the new game the TSL franchise came out with, honestly he did, but... as soon as he turned on the tv to test the reception in the area, one of the human shows you often mentioned to him popped up on the screen and he was instantly glued to the couch. The characters were as entertaining as you had described them in that cute way where your eyes sparkled and lips curled into a smile. He loved the way you beamed with joy He loved y- He couldn’t pry his eyes away from the screen, not even for a second. That is, until 20 minutes later and the show turned to static. “Oh for crying out loud,” he grumbles as he clicks the tv off and tosses the remote to the side. It was just like this normie of a human world to have terrible reception, especially during an intense episode. Surely he had it recorded somewhere back in his room in the Devildom. With newfound boredom, he stepped to the window and looked outside. Sheesh, it had gotten dark rather quick. It would be an awful shame for someone to be stuck out in this impending weather, just as the food in TSL had been stuck in terrible weather that The Lord of Fools sent The Lord of Flies. Such a kind gesture from the Lord of Fools, considering his former lover, Geldie, was found frozen in- “OH SHIT! MC!!”

He kicked open the door and stumbled around in the snow and gusting winds before getting his snow legs, then frantically circled the cabin, looking for any sign of you. He finds the markings in the trees and little stone piles and figured that they must belong to you. As he tread, he couldn’t help but beat himself up for letting you go alone, especially considering neither of you knew the area well enough. He understood, more than anyone in all the realms, that time alone is sacred and shouldn’t be interrupted without a legitimate reason. But even still, he wished that you would have teased him to go with you, like you often times did, until he would inevitably cave and follow behind you as he would then talk about the situation being “like that one scene from that one anime we watched together where the male protagonist somehow turns into a puppy, lost and confused, until the female protagonist comes along and takes him in and loves him for who he is and he turns back into a human and follows her around like he did when he was a puppy and-...” The rest of the walk would be filled with talks of which anime or show or video game resembled each moment you two shared.. and you loved every second of it. His eyes lit up like the sun shone right behind them and his precious little grin when he would recall humorous scenes. He would blush when he caught you staring and stumble over the next few sentences before eventually shutting up and just holding your hand (for safety of course) as you giggled at him for being so damn cute. His memories of those times kept him warm as they could as he continued onward in search of you, hoping that you weren’t in too much danger. But with how little mercy the storm was showing him, the possibility of you being safe and sound was rapidly decreasing.

Your marked trail came to an end but you weren’t there. Instead, there was only the howling winds and cascading ice to mock him. Oh no, this is bad. This is very, very bad. He shouted your name in an attempt for you to hear his voice and be able to find your way to him but he received no answer. He shouted louder and louder but you simply wouldn’t answer. “Shit, MC, where the hell are you?!” Anxiety began to make its way through him and he had to lean against a nearby tree to try and collect himself. That’s when he could faintly hear your voice crying for help. He darted towards your direction, coming upon the shelter you hid away in and as he moved closer to you, he froze. You were deathly still and your skin was so incredibly pale compared to it’s usual hue. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe, he was just frozen in place with nothing but your limp body and emotionless face in front of him. He had no clue what to do but try and wake you up as he swallows the lump in his throat to call your name. “M-MC?” No answer. He takes your hand in his. Shit, you’re colder than ice. “MC, pl-please... please wake up, MC.” The wind outside seem to laugh at him and his feeble attempt to wake you up. Tears welled in his eyes and the lump in his throat thickened, almost to a point where he felt he couldn’t breathe, much less cry. As his demon form creeps to the surface, he grabs your shoulders and gently shakes you. “MC, please!! I can’t do this without you!!” Your body droops into his embrace and his heart feels like it’s been dropped into a blender and turned to mush. For a moment, all he can do is stare at your solidified face and wonder why oh why was this happening to him. To his precious ‘Henry’... “That’s it!! Henry!!” He shouted to himself. What would Henry do for his loved ones? He wouldn’t sit here and feel sorry for himself, he would do everything in his power to help the ones he cared about most! Leviathan shakes away his tears, holds you tightly in his arms, and bolts to the cabin to attempt to save you. He wasn’t going to let himself get in his own way, he was going to try his damndest to save you and bring you back. To bring back his Henry.

Satan:

In the midst of folding and putting away yours and his clothes, Satan paused. Similar as much as he hated to be so to Lucifer, he had developed a sort of instinct to tell when something or anything was off and this sense was only heightened by his incredibly refined observation and detective skills. He couldn’t quite place his finger on it just yet but something was clearly off. That’s when he went looking for you. Knicks in the trees and your piles of stones made him feel a bit more at ease about going after you, as he felt you were at least intelligent about your endeavors and not as callow as most of his brothers seemed to be. That is, until the trail of markings came to a stopping point. It was difficult to admit, but this situation was throwing him for a loop. You wouldn’t have just randomly stopped placing markers for yourself unless something bad had happened and even then, you would have called for him using the pact if you were in danger, right? There had to be an explanation for all of this. He leaned against a nearby tree, neck deep in furrowed brow concentration until the sky darkened with thick, furious looking clouds stampeding in, breaking his many trains of thought. With a new indication of urgency, he continued onward in search of you. As the storm picked up, so did that ominous feeling and inherently his blood pressure. If this was your idea of a joke, it was highly inappropriate and if he’s blatantly honest, irritating, to say the least. Very. irritating. Although he was a demon and basically immortal, that didn’t negate the fact that he felt his time was precious and any amount of time with you was that much more precious. He had not come up to the human world, with the presumption that you two could finally spend some time alone together, just for the whole trip to be some pathetic excuse of a prank. You could do so much better; that he was certain of and for you to do something as lowly as this was an insult to his intelligence, his affection towards you, and an insult to him in general. He wouldn’t let his wrath, his sin, get the better of him nor would he ever use either against you but when he finds you, you will know very soon of his immense displeasure.

“Ugh...” He could hear how much he sounded like Lucifer as he is in punishment mode and it made him want to vomit.

Before the wind could really drown out any other sound, he thinks he hears your voice crying out through the storm. All of the anger that was building up instantly vanished and he hurries after you. Years and years (we’re talking thousands) of constant meditation, reading self-improvement novels, and studying a multitude of ways to strengthen one’s emotional fortitude, absolutely NOTHING could have prepared him for the way he felt when he found you. Frozen, limp, and lifeless against the stone; He didn’t have to touch you or call your name to know you weren’t going to answer. All of this was because he simply didn’t accompany you on your scouting trip.

It was too much. His wrath instantly took hold and his demon form bubbled to the surface. He wasn’t angry with you in the least, no. He was absolutely furious with himself because he didn’t protect you and he wasn’t there for you when you needed him most and he had no one else to be angry with but himself. Overcome with and blinded by the pure, white hot rage, he screams his broken heart out of his chest and into the sky above, and the earth trembled around you. The steadfast shelter that once braced against the harsh storm crumbled into trillions of pieces as the sheer force of his voice crushed them to bits. The trees no longer bent to the will of the blizzard, but to him and him alone. His anger practically created ‘an eye in the middle of the storm’ and all but Satan had stilled within it. As the last bits of his wrath dispelled and he could finally get a better grip of himself, he looked down at you before taking you in his arms as the storm closed back in around you. Using the last of his energy, he bolted to the cabin with you clutched to his chest and settled you onto the couch to start the warming process. More than anything, he wanted to reach inside of you, grab the coldness by its throat, rip it out of you, and proceed to pummel it into a fist-dug grave. He wanted to take your pain, your fear, your sadness and tears, everything that caused you harm and reign devildom upon them all. To make your suffering know the name of wrath, to know his name personally and properly. Yet all he could do is kneel at your side and wait patiently for your possible recovery.

[parkerflix]

skz as: kids i work with

a/n: i work at a daycare center and work in an infant room and it’s a lot of fun but today i was looking at my kids and was like 🤨🤨 imagine skz as you guys and then it’s been in my brain all day anyways will explain ofc!! *slightly changed some names so that way i don’t get @ by their parents if they ever find this HDGVSHSBSN

also!! this is just for funsies it’s not to be taken seriously and i’ve kinda done some picking and choosing of personality traits because they wouldn’t all fit each member! okay yeah

•••

BANG CHAN: AURORA

•okay so

•aurora is literally the oldest out of all my kids (she’s 16 months today!!)

• and she’s very sweet and probably the most calm and happy baby at her age i’ve met in a while

•but

•she can and will scream for no reason and then smile right after

•and that gives me chan vibes bc i so feel like he would do that for funsies

•also

•she’s very much a mothering soul she takes like soft dolls we have and pats their backs and rocks them to sleep

• granted she chucks them across the room after

• but she means well!!

•has a hard time during nap time tho and is a picky eater -.-

•but very much is the sweetest and even tho she can be annoying sometimes very much see chan in her yes yes

MINHO: EMMA

•emma!! she’s the newest addition (joined the class in december!)

•currently the 4th oldest (10 almost 11 months!!)

• okay so emma

•first of all she seems very scared of everything which isn’t rlly minho but her neutral face is very 😐 which i think fits minho pretty well

•also

•the moment you get her warmed up to you?

•THE MOST SMILEY BABY EVER

•she will eat a lot bc she’s growing

•also she’s very clingy to the people she’s closest to

•aka minho with his cats as he should.

• she also has a hard time with nap time 🙄‼️ these older mfs i swear

•anyways once she’s asleep she’s so cute

•cheeks!! and puffs them out too!!

•honestly she’s pretty quiet she makes sounds when she wants you to pay attention to her

CHANGBIN:JAYDEN

•BUE I LITERALLY SAW THIS AS SOON AS I BEGAN TO THINK ABOUT THIS

•ok so u know how people when they first see changbin are like “omg so scary!! he looks very angry omg nooo” but as soon as he opens his mouth they go ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

•basically thats jayden

•he is second youngest!! (7 months)

•he’s bald except for little bits of hair not related just wanted to mention he’s part of the bald twins

•when he first started he cried a lot and was very grumpy and i feel like for the longest time that’s how people viewed changbin

•SIKE THO as soon as jayden started crawling mf is the biggest smiler and so funny

•and if that isn’t changbin idk what is tbh

•jayden just started solid food and his reactions are PRICELESS.

•tried blackberry yesterday,, was not a fan

•paris pls ur getting off track

•anyways, he clocks out so easy and he’s pretty laid back

•very funny baby,, also can be loud when he wants but for the most time he’s pretty calm and just roams around the room

HYUNJIN: RILEY

•I ALSO SAW THIS ONE AS SOON AS I THOUGHT ABOUT THIS

•riley!! middle baby (9 months!!)

• she makes my heart go woosh! i adore her to pieces

•no i didn’t pick my favorite kid for my ult noooo

•JDGSSJSJHS the favoritism.

•anyways

•riley is super sweet!

• although she’s really sensitive too ):

•and everyone knows that hyunjin is sensitive pls be kind to my boyfriend): HDGSHS

• also??

•their laughs? so sweet and pure

•very dramatic too omg

•today riley didn’t wanna sit on the floor when i grabbed her out of her crib after she woke up from her nap and proceeded to scream and fake cry at me

•...she got what she wanted

•also sleeps horribly and won’t take her bottles...

•but makes up for it by being the biggest sweetheart and just is always smiling at people and is so infectious to be around love her

•even tho she sneezed in my face today

JISUNG: SHAUN

•SO

• shaun is also 9 months!!

• him and jisung have the cutest chubby cheeks ):

•also their smiles ? 10/10

• although did base this off of their personalities

•shaun is very overactive and is just like always talking and always around everyone

•very jisung like!!

•also another funny kid they make me laugh

•can make the other babies laugh too

•when frustrated will either verbalize it or you can just see his mood change

•probably the one i spend the least amount of time with bc he’s always moving around and he sleeps a lot

• has nothing to do with the fact that he spits up everywhere and i hate when he spits up on me

FELIX: EMILY

•em!!!

•she’s the youngest of the group (7 months today!!)

• she is probably the cuddliest of the group

•will let you hold her forever if you want

•is a very happy baby

• her smile?? unparalleled.

• is literal sunshine

•everyone in the center knows who em is!!

• also another of my favorites although i love all of them

• she is so relaxed and she does everything to 100%

•very stubborn and determined

•currently trying to stand up and will spend all day trying

•reminds me of felix and his determination

• goes down easily for a nap and wakes up smiling most of the time

•can also be sensitive

•most of the kids kinda underestimate her bc she’s small and bc she can’t walk yet but she holds her ground!!!

•very felix like in that sense

SEUNGMIN: KNOX

•BIGGEST PUPPY EVER!!

•turned 1 on uh... SATURDAY.

•very energetic when he’s not like exhausted

•also super talkative when he’s comfortable with you??

•very gucci flip flops kid

•although he screams constantly

•but we move on from that bc seungmin would to that just to be funny too...

•omg yk seungmin going “STA” when the balloon fell and how i died laughing okay anyways

•knox basically is that moment but embodied

•he’s funny and so sweet

•will cuddle you and give you the biggest laugh and smile every when he’s happy

•tbh knox’s laugh reminds me of like a gerber baby laugh or the sun from the teletubbies

•anyways i digress.

JEONGIN: ELIJAH

•so eli is 13 months!

•very much reminds me of jeongin bc they’re both young but old

•like jeongin is my age.... and he’s super successful.. and i’m writing this...

•anyways

• like he’s young?? but also old compared to the younger ones???

•eli is the baby of his family and it translates into the classroom too my coteachers tend to baby him

•and sometimes when he’s cranky he doesn’t mind

•like jeongin

•but is currently trying to move past that

•and kinda be seen as the toddler he is

•or adult in jeongin’s case!!

•smiles and laughs are so precious

•always best outfits of sweats and a cute sweater

•definitely when he’s older will give jeongin a run for his money on the #OOTD shshshs

• tbh when he’s super sleepy he gets kinda super sensitive

•once when he was in that mood i said one thing to him and he burst into tears and then passed out sleeping

• i told him broccoli.

•anyways he’s funny too

and this concludes skz as kids in my room/ i work with/ the ones i see the 40 hours a week i spend at work.

[devildomdoofus]

Winter Storm:Part 2

Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

WARNINGS:

‼️contains spoilers from chp. 16‼️

[[angst, cursing, anxiety, fear/terror, depression, near death experiences, hypothermia, dehydration, fainting, severe pain, cliffhangers, unhealthy coping mechanisms, suggestive themes, if I missed any - please let me know!!]]

Author’s Note:

As you already know, I will forever apologize for my sluggishness but I hope that when I do get to posting, it is worth the wait 😣 I’m particularly proud of these pieces, especially Beel’s and Belphegor’s... the angst was fun to write and helped me let off some steam! Forgive me, but Asmo is kind of hard to write for as we’re practically polar opposites 😭 OH!! Since this is the final piece to my “Winter Storm” puzzle, I’ll be needing more requests so if you’ve got something on your mind that you wish to bring to life, send ‘em my way and I’ll do my best to help make it come true!! I’d love to hear what you lovely individuals have rattling around in your brains✨. As always, thank you kindly for your patience, your generosity and support, and thank you very much for hyping me up to write and continue writing. You’ve helped me in more ways than I can count. Stay ruling them all, MCs ❤️

- DevildomDoofus

Prologue/Part 1:

Asmodeus:

It was difficult letting you go on an adventure without him, especially since you were taking the camera with you and he was all dolled up to the nines, looking way too good to not be in the pictures you were going to take... but then you offered him a reward he simply couldn’t refuse, IF he were to be patient. You took him by the hand, gazed into his beautiful eyes, and whispered low enough that he had to lean in close to hear your proposition. “Wait for me here and when I get back, we can dip into the hot tub and sip our favorite drinks until we’re pruny.” He practically kicked you out of the door so that you could hurry back and fulfill your promise.

In the time that you were gone, he busied himself with intricately arranging yours and his belongings until he felt you’d be proud with his eye for organization. By then, you hadn’t returned in the time he felt you‘d said you’d be back but... if he went out looking for you now, he might not get to be warm and bubbly with you later on and damn it, he was going to get that time with you. Once again, he tried to find something to keep his mind off of saying ‘the devildom with it!’ and going after you anyway. He flipped through magazines, scrolled on his D.D.D., sang and danced to his favorite human songs on the radio, but eventually, all he could think about was you. Wondering if you were ok, if you were having fun without him, what kind of pictures you might be taking to show him later... “Ok, that’s it. MC, sweetie, you’ll just have to forgive me.” He donned his comfiest and cutest winter trend setter, lathered the remaining exposed skin in protective lotions and creams because he simply CANNOT have his skin cracking or breaking, and stepped out the door to come find you- “Unholy shit...” The sky had darkened and the wind had picked up immensely. This is not good. For him, his skin, and much less you. He had to find you and fast. He spotted markings on the trees and the piles of stones nearby and he tilted his head. He knelt down to pick up a stone and eyed it a moment before he brought it to his nose for a quick sniff. It smelled of the lotion he had given you on one of your birthdays and for a brief moment, his heart flutters. You wore it constantly because it reminded you of Asmo and whenever you were feeling down, you’d take a whiff of yourself to feel closer to him and whatever was bothering you would instantly vanish. You told him this and he never forgot it nor did he ever let you hear the end of how happy it made him. Emotional in nature, Asmodeus started to tear up a bit as his fear of losing you increased. If he couldn’t find you soon, you’d surely be in danger if you weren’t already. He continued after you like a bloodhound, following you primarily by scent as his vision was becoming obscured by the blinding snow and ice. In addition, he would call out your name, hoping that by some unholy miracle, you’d hear his voice and come trudging through the snow into his arms. Today, he wasn’t so lucky.

Before long, your trail of markings and scent waned into nothingness and he came to a halt. “No, no, no, noooo!!” He turned in circles, sniffing until it hurt to do so, desperately trying to pick up your scent again but it never came. “Damn it!!” he cried as he dropped to his knees, a bit exhausted and heavily defeated. He couldn’t catch the tears before they trickled from his eyes so instead, he held his face in his hands and let them go. How could he have let this happen? The only one he could love more than he loved himself was probably stuck out here alone, terrified, and most likely hanging on for dear life but he couldn’t do a damn thing about it because he couldn’t find you. He was so overcome by his feelings of weakness and hopelessness that he almost missed the echo of your voice crying out through the storm. Almost.

He perked up in an instant, stumbling back to his feet before chasing the sound and calling after you. “MC?! Where are you, love?!” Although there was no reply, he continued in the same direction with your scent having picked up, until he came across the makeshift shelter you held up in. As he crawled in and got closer to you, he came to a complete stop before his jaw dropped to the floor and heart concaved within his chest. You were lying there like-... like you had been lying once before like a broken porcelain doll, abandoned and forgotten by it’s owner. He covers his mouth with his hand and began to cry once more, only this time in much more pain. Crawling over to you, he takes one of your hands in his and brings it to his quivering lips, gingerly kissing your hand before taking the rest of you into his embrace. “Oh MC... My sweet, sweet MC,” he whispers through his tears, “I’m so sorry.” The lump in his throat strangles the words that try to come out. “So very sorry.” He clutches you tighter, leaning his head against yours and rocking you in his embrace, telling himself this is a horrible dream. He never imagined days would come when someone else’s wellbeing came before his and yet the moment you had made a pact with him, he was immediately catching himself thinking of you before he ever came close to thinking of himself. It was incredibly bizarre... and he only wanted more. Eventually, he came to the conclusion that if fewer thoughts of himself meant more thoughts of you, he’d gladly take himself off the pedestal and place you on top instead. Unfortunately, this newfound wondrous feeling wouldn’t last long as the possibility of losing his source of selflessness and humility was rapidly increasing.

“As..moo...” His crying stops and he jerks up, looking down at you. For a brief second, he thought he heard you speak but seeing as you looked the exact same, he assumed he was starting to hear things. Until you said it again. “A..sm..oooo.” Any human would have thought that their ‘cheese had slid off the cracker’ because now, they’re hearing voices from beyond the grave, but Asmodeus knew better. He saw the curving of the delicate lips that your frozen face had allowed and he gasped. “MC!!” He tugs you ever so closer and snug to him that your spine could’ve snapped if he hadn’t of pulled away seconds later to litter your profile with swift and gentle kisses. When he’s done showering you in his smooches of relief, he stands up with you cradled to his chest and flies to back to the cabin to try and bring you back to the MC who once inspired him to be more by thinking of himself less. Besides, you owed him a dip in the hot tub and he wasn’t about to let some horrible blizzard take that away.

Beelzebub:

When you told this man that you wanted to go on a little scavenger hunt to check out the area, he thought you meant you were going to go see what kind of food joints were nearby and he was a little heartbroken at first, thinking you were doing such a thing alone. Without him. The avatar of Gluttony. But you assured him that you two would go together to do that later, and then buy as many groceries, snacks, and take-outs as he pleases as soon as you got back from a quick sight seeing. You also mentioned that you might find some berry bushes on your outing and you would bring some of those berries back for him to try. His cheeks dimpled and he gave you that smile that made your heart do cartwheels in your chest. For his cooperation, you gave him the location of the secret but not so secret because he could smell them anyway stash of your packs of fruit snacks. Ever since the pact, he has never been offended that you had ‘secret’ stashes because he understood all too well why you had to hide them away. His brothers did the same. But even still, you would always, and I mean always, share parts of your food with him so all he really had to do was wait for you to get hungry and surprisingly enough, it was almost as often as he would. You two were a match made in the celestial realm that could eat take the world by storm and he could never really put into words how much that connection that the of you two shared meant to him other than sharing HIS food with YOU.

Thinking of all of this food inevitably made him hungry so he went to your luggage, fumbled around a bit until he found them, and then gobbled down the full packs of fruit snacks, one by one, to hold him over until you came back. He then shuffled over to the couch to plop himself down and wait for your return. Before long, he was shifting and fidgeting in his seat as the cabin started to creak in the uncomfortable silence. He tried watching tv, doing little exercises, and eating more snacks but nothing was helping ease the uneasy feelings he was having.

There were many times in his life where the world around him seemed uncomfortably quiet. Yes, he was technically used to bouts of quietness with Belphegor, the Avatar of Sloth himself, being his twin brother and roomie. But typically, Belphegor was at least in the vicinity; either quietly snoring across the room, resting himself against Beel in one way or another, or could be called on and they could reach each other in a matter of seconds. They were never too far apart nor were any of his other brothers for that matter, if Beel needed a distraction. But as life can be a bit unforgiving, Beel was left alone, on occasions, for long periods of time with nothing but his increasingly loud thoughts to keep him company. And mind numbingly loud they were. It would range between his memories from The Great War of battling angels he once called friends, his overwhelming guilt of not being able to save Lilith, a bit of leftover anger with Lucifer for locking his brother away and then lying to him about it, guilty anger over Belphegor’s attempt to kill you, but most of all... he’s bent to the point of breaking over the fact that he knows he has a problem with his sin, more so than his brothers, and yet celestial realm knows there’s absolutely nothing he can do about it and that is what hurts most of all. And when thoughts like these come knocking at- no- BEATING DOWN his door, he either works his body until he crashes from fatigue, goes on binges for months to drown them out, bottles it all up until it terrorizes him in his dreams, or all of the above. That is, until you came along. Whenever you’re around, his mind, body, and soul seem at peace, and no more does he feel that he is starving, or broken and in need of fixing, or so far beyond forgiveness for what he’s done and who he has become that no one should ever be around him again for he’d only hurt them in the end, unable to stop himself. With you around, the quiet nor his own mind are his enemies but rather, potential friends. Indeed, he still has his moments where the ‘darker’ silence still pays him visits but they have become fewer and farther in between. And it’s all because of you.

That being said, this is one of those ‘darker’ silence visits and before it can get any sort of footing in his mind, he shoots up from the couch and heads out of the door to come looking for you.

He noticed little digits in the trees and piles of stones lining up with a trail going in a particular direction. If he remembers correctly, Satan had once mentioned that humans used these types of techniques as a survival tool in order to find their way back or leave a trail to be found if need be. Wow, his human is a smart cookie- “Damn it.” Shouldn’t have thought that. His stomach growled as if it was summoned and he pats his belly in an effort to console it. “I know, I know. I’m sorry buddy. We’ll find MC soon and then we can go eat with them.” It practically purred in response.

Minutes passed of following your trail and the sky began to darken with the wind picking up, followed by the walls of snow and ice. This was unsettling as he knew that humans couldn’t really survive out in weather like this for long, no matter how smart or capable they were. It was even more unsettling that your markings had disappeared and you were nowhere in sight.

“MC!!” he calls after you but you don’t respond. He continues, over and over, calling after you yet only the wind calls back. There was only one solution left and it was one he didn’t particularly like. He could use his ability as the Avatar of Gluttony to enhance his senses and sniff you out but... the problem was in the fact that he only ever used it when he was particularly starving, so inherently, whenever he zeroed in on something, he was going to eat it when he found it. This didn’t bode well for you considering you, in particular, had an exceptionally appetizing scent and it was extremely difficult to ignore, even with a full belly on the rare occasions that it is and out of his demon form. But because he was out of options and time was running out on the possibility of finding you alive, he had no other choice than to shift into his demon form and zero in on your scent. By Lord Diavolo, it was immaculate. The oh so sweet aroma was speaking sweet nothings to his stomach and the growl it emitted could shake the earth, if not hidden away under flesh and bone. He could make out a ghostly outline of your old footprints, beneath layers of snow, leading in one particular direction. He followed blindly, his hunger now at the wheel and in full on stalking mode as an apex predator on the prowl. It lead him in a few circles before ending up at the miniature shelter and by now, your scent was overwhelmingly delectable to his senses. He ducked low and could make out your silhouette in the darkness. Inching towards you, his nails turned to darkened claws and his teeth bared themselves with an impending goal to devour you whole until there was no trace of you but the outline of the snow of where you once laid- “NO!!”

Beelzebub stripped his sin from the reigns of his mind and he dropped to his knees beside you before it could begin it’s feast. He shook his head, trying to completely erase the thoughts of consuming your body and the immensely alluring smell that lead him to you in the first place. He then looked back to you and your drooping, solidified form and couldn’t hold back the tears that started to trickle down his face. “M-MC...?” Your heart would’ve shattered, just as his did in that moment, upon hearing the pain in his voice. “MC, no... please don’t do this.” He takes your head in his hands and turns your vacant, expressionless face towards him to try and get you to wake up. His thumbs trace circles over your cheeks and he’s calling your name but with no reply. The hands that are usually ever so steady and gentle with you, the hands that you’ve come to love with your whole heart, now shake in bits of agony as he pleads with his entire existence for you to wake up and come back to him. You continue to lay there, upon the cold, hard stone with your empty eyes looking right through Beelz’s and he can’t take it anymore. He lifts you into his arms and races back to the cabin with your limbs dangling towards the snow. Once there, he gingerly places you on the couch and flies around the cabin, grabbing the things he needs to get you warm and bring you back to him. He strips you of your wet clothes and dresses you anew in dry pairs. He throws a plethora of blankets over your body, covers your hands with fuzzy mittens and your feet in multiple pairs of fuzzy socks, then wraps a scarf around your neck and adjusts it so that it comes up to just beneath the opening of your nose. Lastly, he tosses firewood into the fireplace and sets them ablaze before settling onto the couch, placing you between his legs and wrapping his large arms around your frame, snuggling his face into the crook of the scarf around your neck. He inhales deeply, taking the sweet scent of you into his lungs before exhaling and letting his tears fall again. His grip on you tightens as he’s torturing himself for allowing this to happen to you a second time, the one and only person who could ever really take all of the darkness in his life into the palm of their hands and toss it to the four corners of the earth like it never existed. Like it never even knew his name in the first place. Now it was his turn to take away your pain, your darkness, your mistakes and it terrified him because as much as he hated to admit it, he didn’t feel as if he could, no matter how strong he was or tried to be. The only thing he was certain of was that he had try his damndest to bring you back but then wait for fate to decide the rest.

Belphegor:

To be honest, Belphegor didn’t exactly want to come up to the human world in the first place, for a couple of reasons.

(1): He still has a teeny tiny ginormous grudge against humans, even if he knows Lilith became one and you were one as well. That didn’t mean that the rest of them were not still thorns in his side and most likely will remain so until the end of time. Especially Solomon. I mean really, what is that sorcerer up to half of the time?

(2): There isn’t much he prefers to be doing more so other than sleeping. He’s the Avatar of Sloth, Mr. Sandman himself. It came with the ‘job description.’ So he would just be going from sleeping down in the devildom, his palace of comfort, to sleeping up in that Father awful human world, the bane of his existence. “What a joy that would be,” he thought to himself while rolling his eyes as you were in the midst of going over all of the reasons he should come with you on this trip.

And finally (3): As much as he refuses to admit it, deep down in his heart of hearts, he often times feels guilty for being so low energy while you attempt to do things with him and share your life with him. He’s angry with himself for not being able to do much about it given that it is his sin, other than try his best to spend as much of his waking hours with you as he can for as long as you live, rather than sleeping both of them away. Which is why he inevitably caved and agreed to come with you on the trip. Besides, maybe the human world isn’t so bad when he’s with his favorite one? And maybe the chill from the snowy mountains could be his obvious excuse for snuggling ever so close to you under the piles of blankets and pillows. A smug little smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth while he imagines it, eyeing your frame slowly, up and down, before nodding at whatever you had just said... sorry, MC. He wasn’t really listening at the time.

That is how the two of you ended up waving goodbye as you stepped out of the cabin to go sight seeing for a bit and he stayed behind, assuring you he would try his best to stay awake and unpack. We both know how that went

He awoke to the sound of an alarm you had secretly set on his D.D.D. knowing all too well that his promise was empty and growled at the ringing in his ear, nevermind that it was as soft as a loving mother’s lullaby. He jerks up, fumbles his hands in and around the mountain of blankets in search of his device, until he feels the vibrations of it and snatches it from its snug hiding place between his rump and the cushions. The light from it was blinding, having him squint into a frown as he swipes away the alarm. He grumbles, scratching his head through the tuffs of chaos before lifting his intertwined fingers towards the ceiling and letting out a groan, stretching his limbs. “MC?” he calls with his eyes still closed in a grumpy squint. Assuming you simply didn’t hear him, he calls for you again, a little louder, and with no reply for the second time, his eyes finally open and he looks around the empty cabin. He wiggles out of the blankets and walks around, giving the entire cabin a quick once-over, looking for his little, seemingly hard-of-hearing human. That’s odd. You weren’t home and it was-...? He checks his D.D.D. It was about the time you said you would be back. He glances out of a nearby window and frowns. It was swiftly darkening outside and not because of the sun laying down to rest, but due to a vicious storm beginning it’s onslaught. It ticked him off that you hadn’t returned since he felt that you knew better than to leave him waiting for you and it ticked him off a little bit more that now, there was a storm brewing and he had to go out in the cold to drag you back himself before you got yourself killed. Being here was pointless without you and staying awake was quite difficult; Therefore, if you weren’t going to be there with him when he happened to be ‘with the land of the living,’ he would simply go back to sleep... angrily for that matter considering he put time and effort into staying awake for you. He never did that for anyone, not even Beel. So you had better have a good reason for still being out in the cold, soon to be cold storm, or there was going to be devildom to pay. But instead of laying back down to return to his rudely interrupted slumber, as much as he wanted to do so out of spite, he grabbed a coat that was thicker than the one he typically wore and stepped out to come looking for you and then eventually punish you for your transgressions. He sighed as he pulled the hood over his head in an effort to reduce the blasts of ice filled wind and shambled through the rising snow, looking high and low for any traces of you. That’s when he noticed the carvings in the trees and stone piles shaped in an odd fashion. “Ah... not so naive after all,” he mutters to himself and another one of his signature smirks makes its way to his face, but that soon fades as the wind picks up and his line of sight shrinks further and further. This storm was becoming a bit too strong, even in the eyes of a demon such as himself, and that thought alone gave him chills that no blizzard could muster for he knew that this kind of storm was not something humans typically survive in, especially alone. “MC, I swear on Diavolo’s very demon soul that if you’re out here goofing off, you’ll regret the day you came back from my attempt to kill you.” The threat was empty and uttered without any true intention of being carried out. He was simply masking his fear with anger because he felt that his fear would weaken him and you didn’t need someone who was weak, you needed a strong and capable Belphegor to find you and bring you back home, safe and sound... being that you’re still alive.

He followed your trail until it came to a complete stop and with you nowhere in sight, he leaned against a nearby tree, one of the last ones you had marked, and traced his finger along the outline of the markings in the bark. “MC!!” He shouts for you but you don’t respond. He shouts your name over and over but the wind simply swallows them whole. Those fingers he once had on the bark, curled and tightened into a fist and he inhaled deeply just as he was rearing back before delivering an earth shaking blow to the center of the tree, leaving a gaping hole in its wake before the giant finally slunk to one side, toppled to the ground, and sent clumps of snow up in the air. His body shook no longer from the cold, but from the fear and the rage and the guilt overtaking him. He was terrified that he was losing you. Angry over the fact that no matter how hard he was trying, he couldn’t find you, much less save you. And celestial realm only knows how immensely guilty he felt for being the cause of your possible death, both in the past and now. He was shifting in and out of his demon form, his mind and sin arguing over who gets to take the reigns. Regrettably, his sin won without too much of a struggle and he bursts into his demon form onto his hands and knees, and began to scream, balling his eyes right out of his skull. “Please, MC!! For fuck’s sake, I can’t do this alone!! I need you, damn it!! I need you so fucking much!!” The world itself seemed to darken even further as Belphegor poured his breaking heart right out of the newly vacant pit in his chest. Nothing in all of the three realms could pull him from his decent into madness...

...until the sound of your voice makes it way to his ears, past the baying wind and cries of agony. Time itself seemed to stand still and the world around him grew deathly silent as he listened for your voice. He hears it echo from not too far off from where he kneeled. In the time it takes lightning to reach the earth, he has wiped his tears clean off and is now on his feet and bolting in the direction of your voice. That oh so delightful sound of your voice.

He reaches the knockoff shelter that you hid away in and hunches down, making his way to you. As soon as he reaches you, he slows to a stop and places his trembling fingers against your neck, testing for a pulse. It’s dangerously low but his heart lightly flutters because now he knows there’s a chance that you could make it out alive... if he hurries. Refusing to give up, he takes you in his arms and bolts back to the cabin to try and warm you up. If he can save you, he will make the celestial realm seem pale in comparison to the world he will provide for you. If not... Father have mercy on them all.