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[thestormkitten]

Changing my belief system from "this is the hill I'll die on" to "this is the hill I'll kill you on" has done absolute wonders for me 10/10 do recommend

[thestormkitten]

When you feel you have lost everything, you still have

books

unexpected kindness in strangers

the rest of the world to travel

languages to learn

animals to take care of

volunteer work to do

the power of a good night’s rest

the changing of seasons

infinite things to learn

billions of people to meet and possibly love

billions of people who might love you back

[thestormkitten]

It’s a Bakubirthday 🥳

[thestormkitten]

saw this on twitter rn, if you ever feel discouraged about writing fanfiction, read this again

[thestormkitten]

Is Bakugou alive yet?

03/29/2023

No

[thestormkitten]

30-something Kacchan.

[thestormkitten]

Working on a Kirishima fic and have no direction so thought I'd share my biggest headcanon that I've been keeping secret but can't anymore because its TOO good.

Kirishima's Significant Other

Everything weighed him down. Yes, he had his dream job. Yes, he worked close with his friends. Yes, he saved people.

But no one told him how lonely being a pro would be.

Kirishima was trying his hardest. He truly was. But after the third dead person he couldn't save in a single week? It was no secret his smile had started to shrink when he wasn't working and his shoulders slumped more and more.

Of course he did what he could. He was a good man and went to therapy every week and did exactly as the therapist recommended. He even did service projects where he would go help cook or clean at orphanages or homeless shelters.

But no one warned him being a pro would be like this. There was no preparation for the weight that pros carried on their shoulders. And it didn't matter that he was alone.

Kirishima was so terribly alone. After watching all his high school friends get married one after another—even Bakugo, the most unstable man in existence—Kirishima wondered what was wrong with him.

It's not like he didn't have a plethora of fans dying to date him. But none of them lit so much as a spark under him. It wasn't their fault, he just...wasn't interested.

But maybe if he had someone waiting at home for him the weight wouldn't be so bad. If he had a home to come home to, maybe the stress could melt away and he'd finally relax.

His weeks had a routine to them. Monday-Wednesdays were patrol days, Thursday was his day off, Friday-Sundays he was on call. Which he tended to get called in.

So that left Thursdays being the only day of the week that he could do his laundry, clean his kitchen (like his mother taught him), buy groceries, meal prep (Kirishima has a strict diet), and go to therapy.

Hectic, methodical life. Always in motion but never participating. So Kirishima dragged himself to the store and unsurprisingly was swarmed by fans who wanted his autograph.

One even had the gall to ask for his number. She looked like she was in middle school.

And then he was finally in the frozen food section searching for frozen chicken. He always bought the same brand, same packaged chicken. Not for any particular reason, but because it was easy to remember with the bright red logo.

He tossed the last bag in his basket and made to leave when you appeared and frowned at the empty freezer. You wore loose mom jeans and a plain t-shirt with purple stains on it. Your hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and you didn't even bother with makeup.

When you noticed him, you smiled. "You got the last one! Lucky!"

"Oh yeah," Kirishima said and watched you scan the freezer for a replacement. "Do you want it?"

"Huh? No! That's yours! I couldn't!"

"Here." He held it out like some sort of treaty before you shook your head and he laughed. "I insist."

"I suppose if you insist," you said and took the bag. "Thank you! Do you need help finding more?"

"I'm not too worried about it," Kirishima said before reaching into the freezer for ground beef.

You slightly bowed before you went on your way. A few years earlier, Kirishima had a pretty good meal plan surrounded by beef, so he figured he could change it up a bit a make his old recipes.

When he stood in the checkout line, he saw you two registers down. You bowed slightly and apologized before pointing at a cake mix. The cashier set it to the side and Kirishima's eyes widened. Did she not have enough for a cake mix?

The register opened and he turned away, letting the person behind him go before he rushed to the baking aisle and grabbed a cake mix. He didn't really know what he was doing, but it was his hero's duty. And who knew? It could be your birthday or something and you really wanted a cake.

When he checked out, he looked through the doors and wondered if you'd gone far. Kirishima rushed the cashier before he grabbed his three bags and ran out the door.

There you were. You were struggling with putting your bags on the back of a bike and Kirishima grinned when he came over.

"Sorry, I noticed you wanted one of these, so..."

Your eyes widened. "How...thank you." You bowed deeply. "Thank you."

"Yeah, no biggie."

The next week passed. And the next. He didn't see you at the grocery store either times. But, third time's a charm when you appeared and pulled out a bag of frozen chicken.

"Looks like there's enough for both of us, huh?" Kirishima asked when he put a bag in his basket.

"Oh hey! How are you?" You asked. "Thank you so much for the cake, by the way. I didn't know what to do. It was my baby boy's birthday and I wanted to make it special but money's tight right now."

Baby boy. Kirishima stared at you with a drooped smile. He noticed orange stains on your pink shirt and your hair was disheveled like it'd been pulled and of course he would think about someone who already had a family. How embarrassing.

But just like him, honestly.

"No big deal," he halfheartedly said.

You sighed. "Seriously, you were a lifesaver. After his dad skipped town three years ago, it's been so hard."

Wait. Kirishima gawked. "What?"

"Yeah," you deflated and stared at the ground. "My ex went crazy one day and said he wanted nothing to do with us. I'm happy my boy wasn't old enough to remember him or any of it, but jeez. He's five now but I don't even know how men shave. Like do you do just your face or is there other parts of the body? Or even attempting to explain puberty," you shuddered, "and who's going to teach him to tie a tie? And—I'm sorry. You don't want to hear about all my woes!"

Kirishima didn't know why he went home that night relieved that your ex had left. He also didn't know why he was imagining your kid over and over and he didn't know why he found himself standing in the frozen meat aisle just waiting for you to show up on the next Thursday.

And when you did, Kirishima held a bag of frozen chicken out for you and cleared his throat. "Do you want to go out sometime?"

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I 10000000000% see Kirishima being the kind to fall in love with someone with a kid and 1000000000000% adopt the kid. He'd make the PERFECT adoptive dad. Totally the kind of man who'd say "no it's not your kid it's MY kid." 1000000000% ya'll

[thestormkitten]

A/N: This is based on something I did today, thankfully my mum had my spare keys to the back patio door so I could climb over.

"Nooooooooooooo."

Leaning your head against the door with a sound of frustration as your front door slammed behind you. The mocking sound of keys jangling inside still in the lock where you left them, somehow you had forgotten that your door can't open without the stupid keys. And now you were stood on your doorstep in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt with your hair in a messy bun.

Another groan of frustration when you tried to stick your hand through the letterbox, if you could just... nope. Your hand did not fit and now you had a ring of red from the action. Stomping your feet you glanced around quickly and smiled awkwardly at a passerby who was walking with her son. She had a look of confusion on her face which quickly turned into shock as she saw your lack of clothing.

Oh great.

Sighing, you pulled your phone out of your bra where you had shoved it earlier and dialled a locksmith... who unhelpfully told you that they would be there in an hour as they were short-staffed. Next was your landlord, who was also unable to come out as he was out the city visiting family. And of course, since lady luck was not shining down on you at all, your mother and sister were both unable to come out for at least 2 hours since they were getting their nails done.

Which left you with one option... something you really didn't want to do, but honestly, sitting outside in your loungewear was really not it. Dialling the number for the police, you quickly explained the situation and apologised for the silly reason for calling.

"We actually have some pro-heroes patrolling the area near you so we'll ask them to stop and help you out. Just sit tight for now."

Murmured thanks as you planted your butt on the ground next to the door, keeping an eye and ear out for the pro-hero in question when suddenly a bunch of cursing and loud words caught your attention.

"-is that? I mean, who manages to lock themselves out nowadays? And why call the police? A locksmith would have been better. Do we look like Inspector Gadget?"

Oh great.

Dynamight.

A thud of boots as he neared you, suddenly you could hear Red Riot reprimanding him and a slap followed by a loud 'ow' from him. And them two pairs of boots in front of you where your chin was rested on your arms over your knees. Looking up, you could see Dynamight's frowning face and Red Riot's friendly smile and wave.

Katsuki was pissed.

Not only had he been called away from patrol to sort out whatever the hell this was, but to make it worse his dick suddenly perked up with interest at the most annoying time. Seeing you say on the floor, the way your shorts rode up your thick thighs, the poor excuse for a shirt stretched across your heavy tits almost made his jaw drop to the floor.

"The hell happened?" Instead came out of his mouth.

Fucking perfect.

"Got locked out."

"No shit?"

"No shit."

Reaching over and trying the door once, he heard your snort before turning around to glare at you but somehow seeing your arms crossed over your chest made him stumble. Closing his mouth quickly, he tried again but this time barged his shoulder into it until it popped open with a loud 'thunk' onto the wall.

Smiling politely, you quickly ran in and pulled in your hoodie, suddenly very aware of the size of the two of them and how very underdressed you were as they stood in your doorway.

"-ID?

"Huh?"

"Have you got ID showing you live here, sweetheart?" Red Riot's face was friendly, Dynamight was outside on his device mumbling to himself.

Nodding quickly you grabbed your drivers license and a bill that had come recently before handing them over to him to check. A look up and down, between you and the papers as he grinned again and handed them back.

"I'm sorry about him. He's been on patrol for almost the whole day and he's a little hangry. Have a good evening

Nodding again, you watched as they both left after handing their business cards to you. Just in case they said, flipping them over in your fingers you frowned when you saw dark writing on the back of Dynamight's, his number and a short message in neat handwriting.

Next time you're stuck, call me.

[thestormkitten]

*screaming and kicking my feet*

you and me, both

synopsis. mina and kirishima invite you to a night out. ‘it won’t be like last time!’ they said. you begrudgingly go. (part 1)

cw. gn!reader, gradstudent!reader, prohero!katsuki, aged-up (~23 yrs old), mina ashido x kirishima eijirou, fluff

word count. 1.9k words

You check your watch for the umpteenth time, which now reads 6:29 PM. It hasn’t even been a minute since you last checked it, yet it feels like you’ve been waiting here for hours.

The ramen shop you’re waiting in front of and agreed to hang out at is slowly getting packed with people, tired businessmen and students alike eager to eat the day’s worries away and head home full and satisfied.

Rocking yourself on your feet, you chance another peek at your watch. You stare at it as the minute hand finally strikes the number 12. With a heavy sigh, you look up to find Bakugou walking towards you, hands in his pockets, just in time.

Of all things, the last thing you need him to be is punctual.

You stare at each other in awkward silence before warily exchanging hello’s.

Before Bakugou could even bring up the elephant in the room, you quickly explain, “I think everyone else is just running late.”

He nods silently, and in three strides, arrives at the spot to your left, all the while sparing a respectable distance between the two of you.

Clearing your throat, you look around at everything else but him. The ramen shop you chose as a group called Kikanbo is known for its signature ‘devil’ ramen—devil because of its (allegedly, hot and numbing) spiciness.

You were initially against it, not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of Mina and Kirishima’s Pro Hero friends, but ultimately decided to go with the flow. The last thing you needed was for them to tease you about being self-conscious around Bakugou. Which you aren’t.

Suddenly, it dawns on you how suspiciously couple-looking you’re coming off right now. Giving Bakugou a quick once-over, he’s dressed in black joggers and a grey crewneck sweater, insulated by a thick, long coat. You internally sigh in relief at the sight of his baseball cap, which should shield his identity from prying eyes.

Though, you doubt his bulging muscles and piercing crimson eyes do much in terms of keeping a low profile.

While looking him up and down, he catches your eye. Embarrassed, you blurt out: “I’m gonna call Mina.”

Desperate to get away from his immediate radius, you don’t even wait for his acknowledgment before stepping away into a quiet corner. The phone rings three times before you’re greeted with a chirpy (too chirpy, if you were to be honest right now), sing-song voice.

“Hi, Y/N! What’s up?”

Twelve years of friendship and you still can’t believe this girl, “Mina? Where the fuck are you?! And everyone else?”

She has the nerve to guffaw, “Like I said, it won’t be like last time anymore! Tonight, it’s only gonna be you and—drum roll, please,” in the background, you hear someone—Kirishima, probably—imitating a drum, “Bakugou!”

Fuck. You can’t help but whimper, “You have to be kidding me.”

“Sorry, Y/N. We figured this is the only way we can get you guys to spend time together outside of just texting. By the way, you guys sure are going at a snail’s pace, huh?”

You can feel the blood rush to your face, “What? How’d you even—”

“Bye, bestie!” she cuts you off, “Have fun!”

“Be safe, bro!” Kirishima adds before she hangs up, leaving you slack-jawed and your heart going at 150 beats per minute.

When you turn back, you see Bakugou leaning with his back against the wall, a smirk decorating his features. What’s he all fucking smug about?

You reluctantly walk towards him, waving your phone for emphasis, “Did you know about this?”

“No,” the smirk has now been replaced with a subdued scowl, “but I put two and two together on the way here.”

And just like that, he drops the conversation. He simply makes his way to the entrance and you follow suit, forced to deal with all the implications by yourself.

Just like the dinner from two weeks ago, it turns out that hanging out with Bakugou isn’t so bad after all.

After ruefully accepting the fact that you both got absolutely betrayed and stood up by your best friends, you entered the ramen shop and got seated on the stools facing the chefs. You ended up going for the regular level spices, or futsu futsu, while Bakugou went all in and ordered the devil ramen or oni mashi.

He barked a laugh at how your eyes bugged out the moment you saw how red his broth is. Instead of challenging you to a spice-off, though, he simply offered you the first sip (which stunned you—you didn’t expect him to make such a courteous gesture). Grateful, you took his offer.

You shouldn’t have, though.

You ended up choking so hard, alarming everyone in the restaurant, and Bakugou had to keep in his snort (that was surely gonna be loud and attract even more attention) in favor of getting you some milk to wash it off.

Once you recovered, you went on to eat your dinner, talking about the kinds of things you’ve conversed about over daily texts. Real-life conversation with Bakugou, to your pleasant surprise, is easy and free-flowing.

Contrary to how he’s depicted in media and your first impression of him from that run-in in the middle of your commute home from university, Bakugou is thoughtful and considerate. Sometimes brash, yes, but never mean.

He also seems to be genuinely interested in what you have to say, mindful of shifting the conversation from revolving around his hero work to asking about how’s post-grad these days, or if there’s anything eventful that happened in Manual’s agency earlier, seeing as how’s today’s a Saturday, the day on which you work part-time as admin staff.

You couldn’t school the surprised expression on your face fast enough at his remembering, and a small, somewhat self-satisfied smile took over his lips at your reaction. You probably, maybe, could’ve died a happy person then and there, but you kept yourself in check.

Soon after the bowls were clean of delicious ramen and bills were paid, you then headed out and decided to walk in the cool night breeze, with Bakugou taking the lead.

Which is how you wound up here, in a somewhat populated park that you’ve never heard of, sitting on the bench overlooking the view and in comfortable silence.

“So,” you start, admiring the scenery (first; second, avoiding eye contact), “do you usually go here?”

He grunts in response, “Yeah. Though I usually stroll around alone, instead of…” he gestures awkwardly toward your direction.

You struggle to contain your chuckle. How can he be so domineering in the field yet so bunglesome when talking to you? It’s endearing, to say the least.

“But you have brought some over here, have you?” you look around again, inspecting the greenery, the stone infrastructure, the lights. “This place is so beautiful.”

“I have,” he starts, “I think I’ve jogged with Dunce-face and Bug Eyes here once.”

You snort at the nicknames he calls his friends, “Dunce-face? Are you referring to Kaminari when he—”

He smirks, “Yep.”

You can’t help but laugh out loud, and he joins in with a snicker.

“But wait,” you look at him, “I meant have you brought over a girl over here before?”

You mentally slap yourself for uttering the question before thinking it through, undertones and all. Bakugou’s eyes widen a bit, but his face remains controlled. If he’s masking his knee-jerk reaction, you’re thankful for it.

“I mean,” you peer amongst the people who are enjoying the night air with you, “Most of the people here are in pairs—couples, because of how romantic the place is at night, with all the light fixtures and all.” You shrug, “I’m sure any girl would appreciate being brought here.”

You sure as hell are hoping you’re coming off more as the ‘helpful-friend-giving-some-well-meaning-advice’ than the ‘jealous-bitch-who’s-crazy-over-past-girls’.

He huffs, and you’re starting to think you’ve overstepped his boundaries when he cuts off your train of thought. Hell—railroads you and leaves your mind embarrassingly blank.

“Actually, this is the first time I’ve ever been on a date. At least,” he snorts, “the one-on-one kind.”

Suddenly, a million questions start racing through your mind.

He’s considering this a date? Did he consider the fiasco from last time a double date? This is his first? What?! How?! Why did he bring you here, anyway? Does he think of you in that way…? How can he be so bashful yet so straightforward at the same time? How the fuck is he so cute?

All these very important (some outright silly) questions, but the one you pipe up with is: “But back then—you agreed when I said you had a lot of experience—how?”

“I grunted, dumbass. There’s a difference. I wasn’t about to tell ya how inexperienced I was in this sort of thing when you were hyping me up like no other.”

“Huh.”

He side-eyes you, “From the looks of it, I’d say you’re the one who’s had far more experience.”

You’re too embarrassed to admit the truth, and too dizzy from the implications of his statements, but you figured you owed him at least your honesty. Looking down at your clasped hands, you mumble under your breath, “This is actually my first time, too.”

Silence falls upon the two of you, and unlike earlier, it’s filled with budding anticipation rather than comfort. You finally will yourself to look up, only to see him red. Red all over—neck, ears, and face.

Redder than when he slurped down that monstrous broth from earlier.

Then it hits you.

What Mina said was…real.

She sure as hell omits some truths, concerningly more often than not, but she never lies to you.

You can’t help but let out a soft laugh, and he turns away at the sound, perhaps in embarrassment.

You smile, “For the record, I’m glad you’re my first.”

At that, he abruptly stands up, and for a second you’re thinking you ruined the moment by saying that, but you don’t get to wish for the ground to swallow you up whole because Bakugou looks back at you with a fierce determination in his eyes that makes your mind go hazy.

“Come on,” he holds out his hand, “I wanna make sure this is the best fucking first date you’re ever gonna have.”

Bonus:

(as he’s walking you home from the park)

“Wait, so am I the first girl you’ve been texting, too?”

“Yes. Now quit yapping about this ‘first’ shit or I’ll make you.”

You laugh good-naturedly, “But you’re so good at it! The pacing, the withholding of information to keep a girl wanting more—I was convinced you’ve done this with a million other women.”

He sighs in what you think is fake exasperation, as his cheeks are tinted with a faint red, “For the billionth time, you’re my first. And,” he looks away, “I had Shitty-hair help me out a bit.”

Normally, you’d extinguish any and all species of butterflies in your stomach brought to existence by a boy because you can’t afford to get distracted right now.

But, today isn’t normal.

You, instead, let the grin that’s been fighting to take over your face the entire evening finally win over. You can’t help it—hearing that from anyone—especially Bakugou, makes you happy.

You continue walking in comfortable silence until he’s the one to break it.

“So,” he starts and you don’t even have to look at him to know there’s a smirk adorning his goddamn handsome face, “all sorts of company, huh?”

“Shut up.”

tagging. @wolfunderthethree @bakugo-dee @poemzcheng @fallingmoon02 @eksd @niiine @gold24fish @animehoe666 @distinguishedlight

[thestormkitten]

A very rough fic idea I found in my myriad of drafts…

Imagine dating pro-hero Dynamight, and he really wants this relationship to become more than casual, needs it to because he knows you’re it.

One problem; you’re a single parent, and he knows the kid is the lynchpin to making this work. If the kid doesn’t like him he may as well call it quits.

So he puts in the effort, tries to get to know them, takes them out to their favourite places, buys them gifts whenever he comes around to your place.

Bakugou is starting to regret the kid finding out his number though. They’re grabbing for the cordless phone and calling him at all times when he’s not around. Before school, after school, ringing to ask for help with homework, or which colour they should use for the picture they’re drawing for him, before bed so they can hear Bakugou tell a bedtime story (which is usually just how he took down a criminal that day).

It goes on and on, and Bakugou never outright tells you or complains about it, even if you’ve told the kid a dozen times to stop doing it. Especially when he’s at work, explaining that he’s has a very important job to do saving people.

The next call comes, thankfully, while his in the office.

“Mr. Dynamight?”

They always call him that, but he knows when they start to refer to him as Katsuki, he knows he’s in. Hell, he’ll even settle for Kacchan. “Wha’s up squirt?”

The kids starts sniffling, making Bakugou sit up straighter. “Mom said I should call you if I’m in trouble!”

“Where are you!”

“He’s stuck and I can’t- Please Mr. Dynamight, I’m scared! And I don’t know what to do.”

“Where are you?! Where your mom?”

He’s at your house in record time, and finds you both in the back yard. The explosions of his blasts alerting you as you look up shocked! The kid’s tear stained face smiling in relief, and still clutching the phone to their chest.

You look miffed. “You called him again? What have I told you-”

They ignore you and instead run to him, frantically tugging at his uniform pants. “Help him, Mr. Dynamight!”

Then he hears it! A frantic meow coming from the tree tops.

[thestormkitten]

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[thestormkitten]

Giyuu simps thought they only simp over regular Giyuu until they saw demon Giyuu.

Demon Giyuu: Blood Demon Art- Loneliness of the dark red sea.

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Don't make fun of me for the blood demon art name thats all I thought of.

(not my image, credits goes to @jeezartz on Instagram)

[thestormkitten]

[thestormkitten]

when fanfic authors say that they don’t decide what happens in the story that the characters make the decisions i imagine it like this:

writer: *sitting down* type type type type *squinting at the screen* type type type

writer: *gasp* WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT…… type type type

[thestormkitten]

Pro Tip for Writers

If you want a great spelling check website, all you have to do is hit the "post/publish" button and all your mistakes will become abundantly obvious to you through the magic of absolute mortification

[thestormkitten]

Another story sitting way too long in my notes.

Maybe a little self indulgent. Also a part two to this

Nightmares

It had only been a few weeks that Satan was able to accept that he lov ed you. He began allowing himself near you. He was stealing lingering looks during dinner. He let the warmth you radiated take ahold of him. When walking down the hall he would let his hand let settle on the small of your back. You hadn’t protested. You didn’t flinch. We’re you falling for him just as he had been falling for you?

He hated to admit it but he was scared. He was scared of your rejection. He was scared that maybe you did love him but hated being in Devildom. He couldn’t go back to the human world with you.

He knew your time was coming to an end shortly. He didn’t know if you were excited to leave. Would his feelings encourage you to stay? Or would you leave to get away from the horrors in Devildom?

Devils. He was getting ahead of himself again. He wasn’t even sure if you felt the same way towards him.

He could very be over thinking your extra kindness towards him. But He had never felt like this before. He didn’t know what the next move was supposed to be.

It wasn’t uncommon for the Avatar of Wrath to be up late into the night. He often found himself too lost in a book to sleep. Though sometimes that book would be milling in his head. The words on the page screaming so loudly he couldn’t fall to sleep. Those nights he would find himself in the kitchen looking for a snack to calm his nerves. Often he would find Beel at the kitchen island working on his own midnight snacks.

However, this evening the kitchen lights were off only the soft glow of the fridge illuminating the room. He knew it wasn’t Beel by the soft sniffles coming from behind the door. He could tell, he could sense it. It was you.

“MC?” He asked gently trying not to scare you. He let his slender hand rest over top of the door to pull it back a bit further so he could see you.

Your eyes shot up at him. Large, red, puffy eyes were looking into his green ones.

“Oh, hi, Satan. Sorry I-uh- was looking for a snack. I’ll be going…” You sniffed. You shot up and fixed your pajamas top. You composed yourself as best you could and went to leave.

He was going to let you. His head was screaming to just let you be. You didn’t want to talk to him so no use in chasing you down and making you uncomfortable. Yet, his body reacted first. He caught your wrist.

“Wait, are you ok?” He blurted out behind you. You froze for a moment before turning to look at him.

You looked up at the tall demon with classy eyes. Biting your lip, you debated if you would tell him or not. You opting into avoiding eye contact with him and just looked at the ground.

“I had a nightmare…” You we’re almost shy about it. You felt embarrassed. Satan wasn’t afraid of anything. He was always so confident and sure. You weren’t even sure if he really liked you. He had spent weeks avoiding you. Then recently started paying more attention than ever before. You weren’t sure what kind of game he was playing with you.

“A nightmare?” He was no stranger to those. He let his thumb run over the back of your hand. The small gesture made you feel slightly more relaxed.

“Yeah. It was- silly…” you hiccuped but the tears welling up in your eyes told him otherwise.

Satan didn’t know what to do. He had never seen you cry before. All he knew was he didn’t like it. He racked his brain for what scene from what book he could pull from. But before he had the chance the first tear fell from your eyes and on instinct he pulled you into his chest.

Lanky, toned arms wrapped around you in a comforting cacoon. You tucked your head into his chest and gripped onto the night shirt he wore to bed. Suddenly the tears began falling. Violent sobs shook your entire body.

Satan didn’t have words he just held you close and let you cry into his chest. He didn’t let the tears that pricked his eyes fall.

“They were coming after me!” You wailed and snuggled into his chest further. It was almost as if you were trying to hide inside his chest. He would let you. He would open up his heart and let you inside. He would make it so you never had to leave and he could keep you safe forever.

Yet, his heart dropped as you cried about the monsters coming after you. Devildom was taking a toll on you. The other demons and monsters were scaring you. You needed to go back to the human world. He knew you could never truly be together.

“I-I don’t want to go back!” You cried even louder.

“What? Go back where? Where did they hurt you?” His blood began to boil. Were demons not only scaring you but hurting you? He would kill them. Every last one.

“H-home,” You hiccuped. You pulled away from his chest and looked up at his soft, yet angular face. “Satan, don’t make me go back home. They will hurt me again. He will hurt me again…” Your eyes were wild and scared.

Then it occurred to him. You never talked about your life in the human world. What kind of family had you come from?

The demons, the monsters, the ones that frightened you. They weren’t the ones here in Devildom they were the ones up there.

“Mc,” He let his hands slide to your cheeks. They cradled your face gently. They were so warm and made you feel just so, so safe. Emerald eyes peered into your soul. “Was someone hurting you back in the human world?”

You couldn’t lie to him, not with him so close.

So, you just nodded.

His blood began running hotter. A green hue began omitting from his very soul. He would kill them and make them pay for hurting you. He would burn down on three realms if he had to.

Then, your tearful eyes looked into his with more than just fear. They held trust and love.

Wrath could wait.

“You don’t have to go back,” He pulled you into another hug. You reciprocated the hug this time. You knew you were safe in his arms.

“Really?” You muttered into his chest.

“Really,” He replied. He knew that he didn’t have authority over it. But he would do whatever he had to. He wouldn’t let those monsters hurt you again.

“Come on, now,” He leaned over and picked you up bridal style.

“I don’t think I can go back to sleep,” You said as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I know, Kitten, that’s why I’m taking you to my room. We can read until you fall asleep again. Or until it’s time for breakfast.”

“Kitten?” You giggled looking up at the blonde demon.

“Yes, is that ok?” He stayed calm minus the blush creeping up his neck.

“Perfect.” You strained your neck to leave him a kiss on his jaw.

Maybe just maybe you did love him back.

[thestormkitten]

Omg @ace-of-books you’re my favorite person! Thank you!!

Satans my favorite demon boy. It’s like they made the perfect character right out of my preference profile.

I have another short fic that piggy backs off of this one a little hopefully out this weekend. 💚

This has been hanging out in my notes for a few days and the lack of power in my house gave me the courage to share. I present….

When Satan Fell in Love

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Satan had met many beautiful souls in his life times. Witches, with minds sharp as tacks, angels with impecable beauty and grace, demons with fires that were lit so fiercely in them it was nearly blinding, and humans with passion and drive that they changed the world.

Yet, none could ever make the Avatar of Wrath fall in love. Love was a forgein concept to Satan. He didn’t even believe it was something he could even feel.

He knew his brothers could. Each finding love at some point in their lives, even if it was fleeting or simply an airy attempt at love. They each proved their ability. However, Satan never did. He never knew the feeling of excitement or joy when another being was close to him. He never knew what it was like to let someone hold him tightly in a dark room as his fears shook him to the core.

That was until he met you. You the sweet but average seeming human. The day he first met you something inside his chest being growing. He wasn’t aware of it at first. Yes, he noticed your smile, and he saw your ambition to make a pact with each of the brothers. He admired you so much. He isn’t sure when admiration turned into something more though.

The day he realized he was in it too deep though was when he saw Mammon and Asmo both vying for your attention. Asmo rubbing his soft, well moisturized cheek against you and holding your hand. While Mammon made a huge stink about how you were his human.

His.

That word made Satan’s veins run cold. He hated hearing anyone else call you theirs. Blind fury enveloped the fourth born and he jumped up from his spot in the library and came stomping over to you.

Then, through your laughs and eye rolls at the two other brothers you spotted him. Your eyes glowed and your smile grew even wider.

“Hey, Satan! What’s up?” You invited him into the fold just as you always would because you were so very and truly kind.

Suddenly all the wrath he held inside him was gone. He let the new warm feeling you presented to him to warm his chest.

“Oh, uh, nothing! Just uh getting a book!” He reached above your head, but never let his green eyes breaks from your e/c ones. You suddenly felt nervous so close to him. He closed in and your chests were basically touching. You could feel his breath and you were sure he couldn’t feel yours because you were holding it.

“Right there it is,” He said grabbing a random book off the shelf still not breaking eye contact. As quickly as he came in close to you he was gone. You were left there wondering what the heck happened. Then, your mind was quickly pulled away from Asmo and Mammon arguing once again.

Satan knew in that moment he felt something new and different for you. At first it excited him then he remembered the rage he felt. He felt it so strongly and knew how dangerous he could be in those moments. Would you even love him when he was so filled with wrath? He vowed not to hurt you, not to bring you into that world. So, he avoided you. He avoided you as much as you could. Choosing to only interact with you if it was totally nessacary. You were just too sweet. You didn’t let wrath and anger fill your heart the way he did.

You were constantly trying to find a moment alone with the demon. You weren’t sure what it was that you felt that day in the library, but you knew you had to explore it. It was difficult with him dodging you in the halls and barely speaking to you during dinner. You basically just gave up. If he didn’t want to talk to you then so be it.

Then, a day came that Satan just couldn’t deny it anymore. You were at the dinner table doing work with Mammon and Levi. The three of you doing class work even if Mammon was really just cheating. Satan walked in and saw you. He was about to turn around quickly when he heard a voice come from you that he had never heard before.

“You stupid, Pig! This book is incredible! It’s passionate, it talks about issues that so many books just avoid! The heroine she’s so strong! Even if…even if the world thinks she’s weak! And I will destroy you for even making jokes about such a beautiful piece!” You slammed your hands down in front of Levi your face was red, Mammon was cowering. That’s what Satan saw it, the rage, the passion all of it. He couldn’t believe someone so angry could look so gorgeous.

You weren’t so different from him. Yes you were still his sweet, sweet human but you had rage and anger in you too.

The fact that a book could make you feel so much ignored a fire in him he couldn’t ignore.

And in that moment that’s when Satan let himself fall in love with you.