#devils quintuplet

[rainee-da]

🍀 Lay Down in Their Lap [1]

CHARACTER ❥ Doom 🪞 / Famin 🃏 / Epidem 🍮 / Delisaster 🍾 / Domina Blowelive 💧 / Cell War 💎

W A R N I N G ⚠️ PG-13 and heavy on fluff / BIG SPOILER!!!! / might be too OOC for you.

D O O M 🪞

It was later in the afternoon. He just finished his training and was resting up on the nearby bench at the training grounds before you came and suddenly plopped down on his lap.

His whole body tensed up slightly at the sudden contact before relaxing back as he realized that it was just you.

"Tired, my dear? has your day been rough?" he said with a soothing voice as he ran his hand on your hair, a soft smile forming on his lips.

He learned his whole life to predict other people's movements using all his senses, but you never failed to surprise him with your antics.

And it never fails to lighten his day, to bring sunshine to his world that is devoid of pictures.

The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon chatting with each other, with his hand brushing through your locks idly.

As you talk about your day, he listened quietly. Take note of your shift in tone and the quiet thumping of your heart.

He didn't mind doing this for eternity, with you.

F A M I N 🎪

He was in a bad mood as he sulked on the sofa, teeth gritting and eyes twitching. One more flick to his nerves and his place is going to be a bloodbath.

Knowing so, his aides understandably decided to keep their distance.

Not you tho, because you were somehow brave enough to stride to his place with a book in hand and plopped your head on his lap.

"... What do you think you're doing?" he said with a strained voice, punctuating every word. You simply answered him with a shrug as you started reading your book.

His aide is looking from the distance, mortified. One of them is making preparations for a quick mass funeral, just in case.

They instantly passed out in fear as their boss started to move, thinking the massacre was going to happen. They missed the fact that Famin had actually moved to hug you, not to massacre you. Or anybody.

His rage already evaporated into thin air, seeing you on his lap.

Get ready to be in his lap for hours lol. He won't let you go now.

E P I D E M 🍮

"... And the texture is all wrong! It's a blasphemy I assure you. Pudding is supposed to be a soft, silky cuisine and the shop can't even differentiate that with a freakin jelly! Honestly-"

You lay on his lap as you listen to him go on his tangent. Your hand slowly caresses his thighs to soothe him down.

Being his lover, you're used to this kind of temper tantrum it could be worse after all.

In fact, you prefer this to his scientific tangent. You can barely understand the other one after all.

But since he has been going on for more than an hour, you're understandably getting tired and you can feel yourself getting sleepy as your eyes fluttering and closing.

Noticing that you no longer saying anything, he stopped and looked down to check your face.

His face softens, seeing you sleeping on his lap. His body finally eases down and he caresses your cheek gently. His mind is in a state of tranquility.

Though you’re gonna wake up with a bite mark on your cheek lol. It’s just that soft after all.

D E L I S A S T E R 🍾

Everything about it is embarrassing. You're embarrassed, his aide pities you, and his family gives you a strange look, the only one who is not embarrassed is Delisaster.

How could you not be? It's a big, fancy banquet being held by Innocent Zero with so many nobles present. And here you are; laying on one of his son's lap.

And you can't escape either, because his hand is gripping your side tightly while his other hand is sipping some red wine, ready to tickle the hell out of you if you made any attempt to escape.

Too bad he's big into PDA too. More than once did he lowered his head to peck your nose or smooch with your lips. In front of everyone.

"Do you want some?" He offers you his glass of wine casually as if it didn't hit him yet that he's being cringy as hell embarrassing you.

He lets out a hearty laugh every time you pout and whine about being embarrassed, clearly finding it to be amusing.

"Why so shy? you're my bae! N' best bet I'll show it to everyone! Gotta show them to whom you belong, after all~"

Rest in peace, you poor soul...

D O M I N A B L O W E L I V E 💧

It's nearing curfew time. You opened the door of his dorm slowly, making the light from outside permeate through the dark room.

You can see the hunched shadow on the bed jolted in surprise and the light from outside highlighting his face shadow.

"Go away," Domina stated coldly as he lowered his head, and you managed to catch a glimpse of the tear stain on his cheeks.

You didn't say anything. But knowing him, you decided to go against his words and walked to his figure before locking the door.

You startled him as you plopped your head on his lap, burying your face in his stomach while your hand rubbed his lower back gently.

This simple action successfully breaking the dam in the pink-haired man's eye as he started sobbing his heart out.

He started blabbering out his thoughts while his shaky hands hugged your head tightly, sharing the insecurities and the fear he held inside that had been tormenting his soul.

"Please don't go..." he said with a broken voice, as he caressed your face, "I love you... You're all I have... please, promise me to never leave me... Please..."

Both of you ended up sleeping while cuddling together, content smile formed on his sleeping face.

C E L L W A R 💎

"Stop it, I have to go," he whines, trying his best to push you, who is currently nuzzling your face on his stomach, off of his lap, "I have to meet Master, he'll be furious if I'm late!"

You quipped to him that the appointed meeting is still an hour ahead, and he groans in frustration, unable to refute your words.

He knows that the meeting is still an hour away, and it only took him a quarter of an hour to reach the location. Meaning that he had plenty of hours for himself. 

But he just can't help to work hard. He wants to please his Master!

"You're such a brat..." he grumbled as his hand moved to pull off the thorn crown on his head, and he leaned back to relax on the bed.

Your sheepish smiles earned you a soft chuckle from him. He stares at you with eyes full of meaning as his hand strokes your hair gently.

He wants you to find someone better, but he can't think of a life without you by his side. For him, you're his oasis. Anything you did seems to bring his dead heart back to life.

'I guess it's okay to relax once in a while... for you.'

Work has been abusing wearing me out and I didn't have too much time to open social media lately so this one will be shorter than the previous one. Honestly can I just be reincarnated as a seal? please please please please-

I also wrote a similar prompt for Walkis Academy students. If you happen to like this one, you might also like the other one! Maybe, I mean, I dunno...

Anyway, thank you for reading! 🍀

[yourlocaldouma]

I can't wait for season 3!

[vulpexcola]

Boobs + Doom? Doobies!

[m4nlov3r]

sum finished art of my beloveds

took me like 11.5 hrs

i H8D drawing delisa's hair and doom's fuckass outfit

...

also ignore epi's ears i cant draw normal ears.....

[oh-bunny-dearest]

Join my mashle rp server! I wanted to create a place where people to come together and find others to roleplay with in an effort to combat how as of late, many people are role playing with character.ai rather than other real people.

[sigmawaifu]

I can't stop thinking abt the devil quintuplets but they're All really tall like Doom.... That man Is 6'6 .can't stop. thinking abt it. I literally go crazy just thinking about it I'M SO SERIOUS Pleaseeeee they would've been PPPPEAK character design(imo)if they were taller man oh my god

[soupbeanz]

It’s Not The Real Me 

Title take from the song “Animal I Have Become” by Three Days Grace.

I was planning on posting a happier story before this one, but I ended up writing this one first, so have a bit of angst.

(Not Beta read. I wrote most of this in the middle of the night.)

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Summary:

Cyril was standing in a dark hall. The wall and floors were made of stone, and stained with blood. In a throne across from him sat a hooded, faceless effigy, and at its feet lay the bodies of those he most treasured.

WARNINGS: Temporary death, Nightmares, Mild body horror?, possible OOC, Very minor trypophobia?,

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Cyril was standing in a dark hall. The wall and floors were made of stone, and stained with blood. In a throne across from him sat a hooded, faceless effigy, and at its feet lay the bodies of those he most treasured. His breath hitched. It was unmistakeable who the bodies could be. He knew that hair, that visor, those glasses.

Cyril fought to keep his expression neutral. He could not let this thing see his weakness. And yet, he could feel his panic rising inside him. How had this happened? When? Why? The last time he had seem them was before he had retired to his room for the night. They should all be asleep, safe in bed. Asleep, not dead.

The figure lifted a bloodied, clawed hand and reached toward nearest body. As Cyril’s eyes followed his hand he saw what they were pointing at. Each of his sons had a gaping hole in their chest, right where their hearts should have been.

The more he looked, the more his horror grew. It wasn’t only his sons. Wahlberg’s and Amy where there too. Their bodies lying in pools of their own, red blood.  Wahlberg was almost unrecognizable. Half of his body was crumbled almost to dust, leaving only the decayed flesh of his other side. Amy wasn’t any better off. Her body was marred with hundreds of puncture wounds, almost shredded to pieces.

“What,” Cyril looked straight at the figure, “What do you want? What do you… intend to get out of this?”

The being stood up from its throne, and began to change. Cubes fell away from their form, rearranging before settling into a new form. 

Before him stood a looming shape. It’s lower half was dark and feathered. Black wings and jagged stones protruded from its back, and its chest was pocketed with glowing red eyeballs. 

The most disturbing thing was the figures new face. It was his face, now with two curved horns mounted on its forehead. He could recognize his features. His thigh-length hair and the two unmistakable magic lines, like the hands of a clock, under his left eye. His distorted face grinned back at him, and then, it spoke.

“We want only what is due.” The demon shared his voice too, revolting.

“What is due?” Cyril kept his tone steady. He could feel the dread creeping in the back of his mind.

“Yes, what is due.” The demon spread its arms wide to either side. “Our right to become the Perfect Human Being. Greater than all else in the world! And the world itself too, which belongs only to us.”

“And what do their deaths have to do with it?”

“The boys hearts were essential to our ascent to greatness.” The thing sneered, “As for those two, they were getting in the way.” It lifted its foot and placed it on the remains of Wahlberg’s head. “Their ideas of selflessness made them weak”-It put more pressure on his head-“and we have no use for worthless pawns.”

“Enough,” Cyril snapped, panic seeping into his voice, “You keep mentioning a we. Who else is there except for you?”

The figure stepped back and pointed one clawed hand at Cyril’s chest.

“Why, you, of course.” It declared. Then, the room shifted.

 “Me?” Cyril uttered. The room had refocused, and the figure was gone. 

Things felt wrong he was too tall, and he could feel extra limbs on his back. He looked around him and saw that his hands were clawed and bloody, the bodies of his family were scattered around him.  When he peered into the pools of blood below him, he didn’t see his normal face, he saw a face with dark sclera and two horns extending from his head.

“No,” he whispered in dawning horror.

He could see it now. His own claws that carved out the hearts of his own children. The wounds on Amy and Wahlberg caused by his own Timez spells.

“It’s what you wanted.” His own deep voiced echoed around him. “It is what you deserve.”

Cyril woke with a start. His heart pounded and his lungs heaved. He quickly summons his wand, feeling the slow hum of Timez Unmove blanketing the world in silence.

He sat for a moment collecting thoughts and his breath. It was just a dream, a nightmare. He wasn’t going to let his nerves get to him because of a silly dream. Was he?

“I have to check,” he thought to himself “I need to make sure.”

“ Don’t be ridiculous.” His rational mind chided. “Are you really going to let yourself be worked up by some nightmare? How old are you? Just go back to sleep.”

Eventually his nerves did get to him.

“Time is frozen, no one will know,” he noted before sliding out of bed, and down the hallway. 

He went to Doom first, then Famin, then Epidem, Delisaster, then Domina. He stopped in each room, allowing Unmove to fade for a moment so he could listen to their heartbeats and see their chests move as they breathed. After ensuring all of his sons were safe in their beds, Cyril made his way back down the halls to his room. 

Amy and Cell War were both away, and Amy often worked late in her clinic. Regardless of how his mind still buzzed with worry, he would rather drop dead than let Amy know he called her in the middle of the night over something as trivial as a nightmare. He still had some dignity.

He crept back into his room, shutting the door with a sigh.

“Cyril?”

Cyril froze. Unmove was still active who could…Wahlberg. Right, Wahlberg could bypass his Unmove, couldn’t he.

“Cyril,” Wahlberg asked again, “Are you okay? You got up quite suddenly.”

“You… Saw me leave?” He hissed.

“I did.”

“And you didn’t think to say something when I first woke up?” Cyril could feel his ears flushing. He has been so sure that nobody would know.

“I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“But you saw me. Like…that.” He knew how he must have looked then. Frantic and out of breath. Jolted awake by a stupid dream. He had been weak, vulnerable, and Wahlberg saw him.

Wahlberg smiled gently and patted the bed next to him. “Come sit,” he said, “tell me what happened.”

“I…You..” Eventually Cyril sat down with a humph, crossing his arms and dispelling Unmove.

“So?” 

“It was a nightmare.” He muttered.

“Hm?” Wahlberg leaned closer. “Could you repeat that, please?”

“It was a bad dream!” He could feel his cheeks flushing now too. “A stupid nightmare! It’s nothing.”

“I don’t think it was nothing.” Wahlberg reached up and brushed a finger over the tear stains on Cyril’s cheek.

Tear stains, when had he…

“Oh.” Cyril could feel the lump forming in his throat. He could remember Wahlberg’s body from the dream. Half crumbled, head almost crushed by that demon’s might.

But it wasn’t real.

He looked at Wahlberg’s face. It wasn’t decayed, it was soft, warm and alive. Cyril could see the sparkle in his eyes, the faint crinkles, and the dimples that formed when he smiled.

“I’m here, Cyril.”

 He allowed Wahlberg to pull him down onto the bed. Maneuvering him until they were lying face to face among the soft pillows and blankets.

His Wahlberg was still here. His children were here. Whatever twisted timeline that demon had come from wasn’t real. It would never be real. Not here, not with him.

Cyril would never let it happen.

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I said that it was going to be angst, but it devolved into more of a fluff and angst. Whoops.

Btw, the reason Mash isn’t in the dream is because the trio hasn’t met him yet in the timeline. 

If there are any warnings you think should be added/removed please let me know. 

Polite feedback is appreciated.

[syncchiniboii]

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[mia-does-nonsense]

Mashle Memes, Devil's Quintuplets Edition

(Oh, geez, this was long overdue...)

Divine Visionary memes coming soon!

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[rainee-da]

will you ever write about the devil's quintuplets having sensitive ears??

i rlly want to see what you can write for famin lol

🍀 Their Sensitive Ears

CHARACTER ❥ Doom 🪞 / Famin 🃏 / Epidem 🍮 / Delisaster 🍾 / Domina Blowelive 💧

W A R N I N G ⚠️ R15 for suggestive theme on some / BIG SPOILER for anime watchers!!!! / might be too OOC for you

D O O M 🪞

He should've known that you had malicious flirtatious intents when you suddenly asked him to pick you up, out of nowhere.

Then again, your request is always strange to him, so he didn't suspect a thing.

And he deemed those to be one of his biggest blunders of all time.

The position is quite funny too, he's cradling your petite figure (compared to him) like a baby while you're playfully touching and tugging on his left ear.

If you're anything but his lover, he can and WILL body-slammed you onto the floor. But fate is being cruel to him today.

If only he's not as tall as a castle gate, he'll drop you to the ground in a heartbeat lol.

You can see the vein popping out on his temple and neck, the slight movement of his mouth as he silently gritted his teeth.

Why is his skin wet? Oh, he's sweating. Profusely. Poor him

"... Will you please stop, my dear?" he questioned begged you, his voice was velvety with silent threats veiling on its tone. "This... is quite distracting."

But you, being the shithead that you are, decided to kick it up a notch by blowing onto his earlobe.

Doom is doomed lol pun intended.

His whole body jerked in response and he harshly tilted his head to the opposite side of your face to avoid your torture.

And you trigger one of his once-in-a-blue-moon events, in which you successfully painted his face with red hues.

This man is a gentleman though, a gentleman that loves you! he will not stoop low to your level and do any kind of payback towards you.

For that reason, he'll simply stay as gentlemanly as ever and wait patiently until you get bored, enduring the torture you gave him.

Seriously, help this man. He's suffering.

F A M I N 🃏

"Hey, lookie here," he called out to you when you're minding your own business, making you turn your head to greet your boyfriend, "Look at my ear."

In his right ear is a long earring with a yellow tassel at the end of its string. If you look closely, there's a bit of blood on it.

... If you think it sounds like Cell's earrings, then you think correctly.

"I saw these on Cell's ear earlier and I like it, so I borrowed it from him," and what he means by 'borrowing' is that he forcefully ripped the earring straight from the poor man's ear.

Well, guess that explains the bit of blood on it... Cell do you wanna work at my place lol

He didn't pay any mind to your nagging about his cruelty and the unsanitary. It's nothing new after all.

He also didn't pay any attention to you when you approached him to 'clean' whatever you previously talked about.

But then, you touched his ear.

Your aim is innocent. You simply want to take the earring off and clean it first before giving it back to him. But you didn't expect him to suddenly go limp and faceplant to the concrete floor below you.

No, you didn't kill him. Don't worry.

As you knelt down to check on him, you noticed his whole face had gone beet red and his lips were trembling. He looks like he's about to combust.

"... Don't... touch my ears..." his voice is croaky, almost squeaky, as he stares at you with teary eyes.

If you tried to touch his ears again, he'd let out a harsh gasp and scoot away fearfully. Shaking his head with his eyes looking at you, silently pleading for your mercy.

"Forget it! Here! I don't want it anymore!" he barked and tossed the earring to you haphazardly. His face is beet red and his whole body is trembling.

After that he quickly stood up and vanished right into thin air using his magic. Though you can still hear the crunch of his shoes as he runs away.

With this you have obtained his weakness. Use it wisely!

E P I D E M 🍮

One afternoon, you're just in his lab accompanying him as per usual while he is getting ready to with his experiments.

"... Not only that, by diluting the extract of these plants you can obtain some magical fumes that will be useful in-" his words started to get blurry as he yapped on, using phrases and jargon you didn't understand.

The only time he pays attention to you is when he wants you spoon-fed him some pudding.

Being his lover, you're used to this mode of him and it was adorable that he still wants to include you in his world, even though you barely comprehend some of what he's talking about.

And it's boring!

You mindlessly minced the pudding in front of you with a spoon as he yapped and ranted about his experiments. A scowl plastered on your face and you want him to be a boyfriend for a minute! But this man is hella stubborn goddamnit!

As his back turned towards you, an idea popped up in your head.

He's still in the middle of his work, holding a beaker and carefully pouring the liquid inside of it into the cauldron when you suddenly pop out from behind him and kiss the tip of his ear.

His focus is instantly shattered. He gasped and stumbled backward slightly, almost dropping the beaker full of suspicious substance in his hand.

"M-My sweet, what are you doing?! That's dangerous!" his face is tinted red as he stares at you bug-eyed, flustered and slightly angered by your reckless action.

But your adorable face and your pouty complaint instantly melted his heart, his anger is forgotten and evaporated into thin air. Though his heart is still pounding out of his chest due to the stimulation you gave him.

"Why didn't you say so? Come here," he cooed and opened his arms to engulf you in a big hug. He swings your body gently side by side, enjoying the sweet scent of your hair.

But If you think that you're finally going to have a wholesome moment with him, you'd be dead wrong.

Because when you let your guard down, he'll suddenly tighten his embrace and whisper into your ear, "What you did before... is very naughty, you know that right?" before giving it a teasing nibble, "How do you think I should punish you now?"

... Yeah you gonna leave with a bunch of teeth marks on your body. Don't mess with this guy fr.

D E L I S A S T E R 🍾

It's late at night, it was an exhausting day for the both of you, and going to sleep as early as possible sounds very ideal right now.

But you can't do that. Because you gotta help this manchild undo his hair.

He'll give you a cheeky grin as you grumble in annoyance while you carefully release his hair from the ring holder that helps him keep his hair shaped into a sunburst.

The fact that each lock of his tied hair is glued with gel doesn't help either. Because now you gotta brush it too.

"Aww c'mon, why the pouty face?" he tried to coax you, voice sweet as honey as he playfully kissed your free hand.

And it might work on you if only he didn't say this one wrong sentence; "You should be grateful! After all, you're tending to the bestest dude in town, Delisaster!"

Yeah this lil' shit deserves it.

His breath got caught in his throat when you suddenly slammed his body to the bed, and he couldn't help but gulp at the 'horrifying' expression on your face, "H-Heyy, if you wanna get spicy at least finish my hair first!"

He was confused when you went and rummaged the drawer near the bed. But after seeing what you're holding in your hand, the feeling of dread instantly washes over him.

What are you holding, you might ask? just some earpick!

He jolted when you unannouncedly put the steely material onto his outer ear, and he moaned shrieked when you started making the scraping motion in his ear canal.

"Eeeek! I'm sorry m' sorry! Please please please-" his plea fell onto deaf ears as you kept torturing cleaning his ear, stating that 'the gel went into his ears' as an excuse.

You're lying, you just want to toy with this piece of shit.

His body twitches with each stroke, as if electricity runs through his veins and shocking his nerves. He wants to run away, but for some reason, his body feels limp and he's putty in your hand.

By the time you're done with him, he's already sweating profusely. His body is trembling as he stares at you wide-eyed, breathing heavily. You broke him.

From now on, if he's being a brat just show him some earpick. He'll be as docile as a lamb (begrudgingly)

D O M I N A B L O W E L I V E 💧

"Just be patient. I just need to finish this one question and then we can cuddle," he said matter-of-factly as you kept droning and pleaded cutely for his attention.

Tomorrow is the final exam before the long break, and the both of you are having a study date in his room.

But you, of course, get bored quickly. So now you're making it your life mission to make him stop studying along with you.

Domina knows your mind like an open book though, so he also makes it his mission to ignore you until he finishes his paper.

... Not that he didn't want to cuddle, of course. Believe him, He FUCKING wants to! But it's irrational for him to not study just because of that!

One person has to be the sane one in this relationship lol.

"Why don't you just finish your paper? You just need to answer one more, right?" he didn't even look at you as he said that. He just gave you a small waving gesture as if to dismiss your presence.

No matter what act you pulled towards him, he didn't budge an inch. BUT no need to give up! Because you still have one more trick up your sleeves.

He should've known your silence means trouble. But he's naive, and he thought you just got bored and finally left him alone. Oh sweet summer child-

The ink in his pen scraped through the paper as he wrote an essay for the last question. Just one more and it will be ov-

Out of nowhere, something wet and soft touches his ear and his body instantly convulses as he lets out a girlish screech that echoed throughout the room.

You, being the piece of shit that you are, just licked his ear.

"Huh?! W-Why would you do that?!" he barked, his face as red as a tomato and covering both of his ears with his palm as he breathed heavily through his mouth.

You attempted to pry his hand away from his ear. He's stronger than you so of course you've failed to pry it away completely. But you still managed to touch the tip of his ear.

Yeah... now he's royally triggered.

"Oh it's on now!" he quickly lunged towards you and pinned you down on the floor. His face is red with a mixture of anger and flusters as he started to tickle your side relentlessly.

And now you spent an entire night with him just wrestling against each other, resulting in both of you earning a detention that lasted for a week.

... And now you two didn't finish that last question on those papers, just as you wanted.

Domina 0 - 1 You

Sorry it's taking me so long to write this! I'm in the middle of renovating my room lately and was often too tired to do anything... I can't believe I've been delaying in finishing this hcs for almost a week lol.

After this, I'm going to take it slow and write some general headcanon regarding the brothers. If you had any request, feel free to send one if ask box is open!

Anyway, sorry it's taking this long. I hope everyone enjoys it! 🍀

[yourlocaldouma]

I will never, EVER, leave the mashle fandom

[vulpexcola]

More Doom content cuz my man is underrated as hell 💔

‼️[ MILD NSFW !! BUT ITS JUST BODY LOL NOTHING SPICY ]‼️

[jals-stuff]

Hihi! First of all I LOVE your writing and thank you for feeding us hungry Orter fans with your work (I have been STRAVING for his fic) so if you don't mind, I have a little request! So I imagine in a what if Orter has a crush on someone (aka us and ofc we gotta like the sandman back) who's always on a dangerous mission due to how strong they are who is ALSO his partner time to time and one day, they just went into a coma from overusing their magic. MAYBE when they woke up, the two will confess to each other or?? Idk I will let you cook 🧑‍🍳

(Sorry if my wording is a little confusing!)

good day/evening anon! your wording is just fine no worries

first of all, thank you SO much, this brightened my day by a lot, you have absolutely no clue what kind of serotonin torrent you have unleashed. I am glad at least some people like my writings, that's why I'm doing it.

I don't think this is 100% close to what you described, but I hope you'll like it regardless-

Should be gn!reader if I didn't mess it up...

warnings: SLIGHT SPOILIES, bit dark, mentions of death, bit of despair... not proofread I am so sorry.

word count: 2.8k

note: I apologise for any dumb mistakes because I physically cannot proofread myself at 6am but if I don't post it now I won't do it ever. please don't hate me anon

What if...

As much as he hates to admit it (to himself, of course), Orter had grown a little bit too fond of you. The way you greet him whenever you come back from a mission, or the way you always make sure to respect the rules and act logically while also protecting everyone around you when the two of you would go on missions together. 

The way you whine when your legs are tired after walking long distances, the way you always bring him a little something to eat when you know it’s going to be a long trip. You’ve always been good to everyone, much opposed to the cold man; but it wasn’t the only difference between the two of you.

Everyone has their own logic and, as much as you respected your own, his was quite different. While you wanted to take every single possibility into consideration, he preferred not to overload his mind with useless statistics and just think of a solution when the time comes.

However, a lot of things aren’t affected by logic, such as feelings, and how could the dense sandman guess that you were absolutely enamoured with him? These were variables he would’ve never imagined, even though he was painfully into you as well. 

Of course, he was your top priority, and protecting him from harm even though he was a rather powerful mage was of the utmost importance. He should’ve known that when the two of you recklessly charged into enemy territory in an attempt to weaken the devil’s quintuplets before they would be on the move.

Orter was a man of many things, but “what if''s were not part of his usual reasoning, and that was the biggest mistake of his life. However he only realised it too late when you had to break your own limits to make sure he’d go back safely. It was time to retreat, but the two of you had been completely cornered. 

Having a dormant god inside of your wand had many benefits, but Psyche was not an entity to be trifled with. The Soul Goddess would, each time you requested even a fraction of her power, take a huge toll on your stamina and sanity, and this time it was more than critical.

You were already exhausted from using so much of your mana, and now you were completely surrounded by Innocent Zero's sons. Unleashing your Psyche Inclination and ordering all of the quintuplets to sleep immediately surpassed your own boundaries.

You knew what would happen if you pushed beyond your limits with your personal magic, but it was completely worth it. After all, what was the point of living anymore if the only person you loved was dead? 

All of them were immensely powerful, and neutralising such strong enemies was not a meagre task. As soon as the last one fell to the ground in blissful slumber, you felt something rupture inside of you; like a used rope that suddenly lets go, your breath hitched and you collapsed to the floor. 

It was all pitch black, and your consciousness kept you company just long enough to let you hear Orter’s panicked voice calling out for you. Yet somehow, despite the fact that you were falling into the pitch-black abyss, you felt relieved that he, above everything and everyone, was safe.

But anything beyond the confines of your darkened mind was unknown to you and despite your multiple attempts to open your eyes and wake up, everything went silent.

“No, no no…”

Had you been awake, you would’ve been astonished at how Orter had never been that distressed before, at least not in front of you. The loss of his dear friend Alex Elliot had taught him a painful lesson not to get attached to anyone and to simply stick to the rules, but he had let himself fall for you, and now he was experiencing the trauma once more.

“Please, no… not them…” 

Not only were you unconscious, you had done this to yourself for his sake. He was aware of that fact; had you not decided to literally put yourself through such an ordeal, the two of you would be dead already.

But unlike his deceased junior, your heart was still beating and there was still time to save you. He had never run so fast in his entire life, carrying you carefully in his arms to bring you back to the Bureau’s infirmary, laying you down as gently as he could as the nurses rushed to assess your state.

You weren’t hurt, so to say, but the abusive usage of your personal magic had plunged you into a coma, and it was unsure if you would ever wake up from it. 

It looked like you were peacefully asleep, maybe dreaming of a better place you would possibly join soon; unmoving and slowly breathing, as if nothing had happened. Orter knew you could possibly open your eyes anytime, and it kept him distracted every time he would fill his paperwork or go on a mission.

Whenever he had free time, he would rush to the infirmary to check on you, make sure you’re still breathing, or even talk to you. It could help you come back to your senses, or so the nurses said, and as ridiculous as he felt when he talked to your inert body, he would’ve done anything in his power to bring you back, as slim as the chances were.

But then it suddenly hit him. What could he possibly tell you if you ever woke up? He would for sure apologise, but other than that? How could he face you after you had quite literally sacrificed yourself for him? He wasn’t even sure he could look into your eyes again.

Did you resent him for this?

Would you forgive his recklessness?

Would you give him this warm smile he had gotten so used to?

And would it be time for him to finally admit his feelings? You were right here, in front of him, yet you weren’t there. He missed you so dearly, the sound of your voice, the shit eating grin you’d give him whenever he was wrong and you were right, the way you’d laugh at his disgruntled expression afterwards…

All of these interactions he thought annoyed him were now severely missed and he would’ve given anything to even just see the colour of your eyes one more time. 

And see he didn’t, for what seemed to be an eternity. Everyday, when he’d come to visit you, a small part of him hoped your eyes would be open and you’d greet him the way you always did, but every time, he was met with your inanimate form, comfortably laid in the infirmary bed. 

His hope of hearing your voice ever again gradually vanished with every one-sided conversation he had with your unconscious figure, swallowing down his emotions with every word he said. He was slowly accepting the fact that you might just never open your eyes again.

The more this thought settled into his mind, the more desperate he grew, and suddenly, his usual mindset faded away and his brain filled with “what if”s. 

What if he had taken some time to listen to your suggestions, what if he had thought of a plan B like you always had? What if he had ever told you about his feelings, what if you loved him back? What if you didn't? What if you never woke up?

Dread took over on his other emotions and suddenly, it wasn’t hope that drove him to visit you everyday; it was despair. What if you never opened your eyes again? How could he ever live with your presence replaced by this horrifying feeling of guilt for letting you die in his place? 

You were surely powerful enough that you could’ve ran away on your own, and left him behind if needed; it would’ve been the logical, reasonable thing to do. But the heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of. Of course, he should’ve known that you would never leave him behind, but precisely because it was completely illogical, it never occurred to him that you would willingly let yourself be hurt if he had a chance to make it out alive.

Now he was sitting at your bedside and kept hoping you’d wake up, just open your eyes and talk to him, greet him and say everything was going to be fine, just the way it was before… it seemed like he hadn’t heard your voice in an eternity, and it was weighing on him the whole time. Like a burden he would have to carry forever if you didn’t wake up from this coma you had put yourself into for his own sake.

His eyes never left your figure as he spoke to you kindly, as if you were still awake. Of course, occasional visitors would look at him like he was a lunatic, talking to someone who was obviously not here to answer, but it didn’t matter to him anymore.

Orter was ready to abandon his image for your sake, sometimes even skipping work and breaking his own principles so he could hold your hand for another minute before going on yet another perilous mission. 

The thought of you dying peacefully in your sleep haunted his mind every single day, and his sorrow was great enough that, more than once, he did consider exhausting himself enough so he would be defenceless enough for an enemy to just take him out of his misery.

For weeks, months, his mind was plagued with the thought of you leaving him forever, of not being able to tell you about these feelings he thought were completely unnecessary. Shame and rejection didn’t even matter to him anymore and he just longed for the day you’d wake up and even just look at him. 

He was on a mission, the day he heard that one of your fingers had merely twitched. Breaking protocol was far from his usual behaviour, but he needed to see you. That is how he accidentally drowned an entire area in sand, catching both enemies and harmless monsters in his Antlion’s Nest. 

The rules didn’t matter to him anymore, it was a physical need to see if you were okay and to maybe, just maybe hear your voice. 

However, he walked in on something completely different. Many of the other Divine Visionaries were gathered around you in religious silence, observing you. He had to push through the crowd and his heart stopped for a second when he saw you. 

You were sitting up in your bed, slightly confused as to why everyone was staring like this. For you, mere seconds had passed but in reality it had been literal months. As your eyes travelled amongst the crowd, you saw Orter, who was also staring at you in utter disbelief. 

The infirmary was completely silent, and no one was moving, as if time had suddenly stopped. Ryoh threw a glance at the others and they just silently left. Now it was just you and Orter, looking at each other in both confusion and shock. He stumbled towards the chair that was resting near your bed and he slowly took a seat.

“Well… you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Upon hearing your voice, he let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding. It was like all of his burdens were suddenly lifted off his shoulders and his head and arms simply collapsed against the mattress, much to your confusion. You raised your hand to reach for his hair and upon seeing how your nails had grown so much, you realised something probably happened.

“It’s been months! I thought you’d never wake up! I thought I wouldn’t hear your voice ever again. Why on Earth would you do such a thing? No, no... it was all my fault. I'm sorry, (Y/N), I'm so, so sorry.” 

He sounded angry, but he really wasn’t. You started connecting the dots and it took you a bit of time to understand that you had been unconscious for the past few months, worrying the poor sandman to death, though right now it didn’t matter at all. 

“I’m glad you’re alive, Orter.”

Although you had been unconscious for literal months, seeing the Desert Cane unharmed was such a huge relief for you. However, not everything was swell inside his mind. He still felt extremely guilty that you nearly died for him, and nothing could possibly pay back this humongous debt he thought he owed you. 

But seeing his relieved expression when he looked at you was enough of a payback. He had watched you wither away for months and now you were finally back to the world of the living, eyes focused on him and him only. 

You tried to stand up but as soon as your arms attempted to lift your form, they gave out and you started losing balance. Orter immediately stood up from his chair to catch you, wrapping his arms around your now weak body to support you, but even after you were back to your spot, he wouldn’t let go. He simply sat on your bed next to you, not letting go. 

Almost out of instinct, you rested your head on his shoulder and let out a long sigh, your arms raising up slightly.

“Please, just rest, you must be really exhausted.”

But his words just didn’t reach you, you needed this. After a while and a lot of effort, you managed to rest these weak arms of yours against his shoulders, on the sides of his neck, and he fell silent. You had no strength at all but he could feel you use all of your willpower to embrace him, and you also seemed like you wouldn’t let go.

He seemed fine with it as he slightly nuzzled your neck and closed his eyes, finally relaxing a little after this emotional rollercoaster. It felt so comfortable to finally be in his arms after such a long time spent longing for him, as if you were finally where you belonged. 

“I missed you.” Orter said quietly, close to your ear. His arms tightened around and you would've probably cried hadn't you been so exhausted. Your words were stuck in your throat and you could only nod and hum softly, your voice cutting inside your throat. 

His arms tightened around you further, holding you into a comforting hug, one of his hands gently going through your hair and keeping your head close to him. You exhaled again, wanting nothing more than to keep holding him. 

“Just don't let go. Please.”

Your voice was muffled by his embrace but you were close enough to his ear for him to understand your words, and you could've sworn you heard his breath hitch for a second as his arms tightened even harder around you.

“I won't.” He sighs into your neck, comfortably seated on the side of your bed, and you wanted nothing more than to lay back down and have him hold you, but you were still in the infirmary and it would've been very problematic to be seen like this.

“I won't, ever. I can't.” He held you even closer now, like he was trying to merge with you, your chest and his pressed against each other as if to share your heartbeats.

Although you had never seen Orter being this close with anyone before, it all felt very natural. Just like the way his hand slid from your hair to your cheek, like the way he moved away from you slowly, his usually cold gaze now soft and filled with something you weren't quite used to.

Just like the way he couldn't take it any longer and gave in to the physical urge to softly press his lips to yours. You didn't pull away, of course; the moment too precious to let surprise ruin it. 

You returned the kiss, your eyes now closed to take in the pleasant, wholesome warmth his embrace brought to you, after you'd been so cold for literal months. 

As nothing lasts forever, your lips and his slowly separated, but his eyes were now on yours again. 

“I won't let you fall again, (Y/N), I promise.”

You couldn't help but give a soft chuckle and his expression turned slightly puzzled. Of course, you two didn't share the same braincells.

“I've already fallen too hard.” You breathed out.

His eyes widened for a second before he regained his composure and brushed a few hairs away from your face to place them behind your ear.

“Then I guess we’re both down now.” he finally admitted, his expression just a little softer and his lips almost curved into a smile. 

You were suddenly thankful for Orter holding you so close, lest your heart would've jumped out of your chest. 

“I love you, just… in case it wasn't clear enough.” He awkwardly added, and you thought it was just adorable. Another chuckle escaped you with a nod.

“I know. I love you too.”

He hummed softly and sighed deeply in relief. 

That was one “what if” finally satisfied, and probably the first of a long list.

[six-eyed-samurai]

I'm probably biased but like

It feels to me that out of all the Devil's Quintuplets Domina and Doom are the least evil. Like yeah sure they've done some pretty bad shit, beaten up plenty of people and probably killed some but Domina was doing out of a desperation to gain Innocent Zero's praise (besides he gets a redemption arc, poor baby) and Doom's just doing it... because he's Doom. Innocent Zero's son. He has no other purpose than to do that.

I haven't seen any scene that shows he kills or does anything evil of his own accord if Innocent Zero didn't command him, unlike his other brothers who have openly admitted to poisoning people and killing people because they're bored. He fights, sure, but he's looking for strong opponents and aren't there like a bajilion "good" characters who want that as well?

Also he likes pancakes what you gonna do about that?

Therefore, Your Honor, I stand by my opinion that one day Doom deserves to get out of jail on parole or whatever to open his pancake store

(Read my reblogs for more Doom-ed Hyperfixations ◕‿↼))