Could We Get Some Hcs Of The Bros Being Protective? Like I'm Imagining A Scenario Where You're Walking

could we get some hcs of the bros being protective? like i'm imagining a scenario where you're walking with them down the street and someone starts being a creep to you so they step in to scare them off :> also hi i'm glad you're back!!!

Absolutely you can! I love protective headcanons, they bring me life. Also, thank you! I'm glad to be back!

They'll Always Protect You

TW: Threats and a bit of violence. More in just the fist-fighting kind of way but more violence is implied. Demons gonna demon. As always, read safely!

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Finally. School exams were over, there was no busy holiday approaching, no big event to be planned. At last, you felt as if you could stand back and take a deep breath. At least for a day or two. So, taking the opportunity while it was presented to you, you asked one of the brothers to hang out for the day. Nothing super special, just some time to spend away from the others, away from the House and RAD. No magical shenanigans, no curses, poltergeists, potion mishaps, just you and him.

Luckily, it turned out exactly like you wanted it to...at the start anyway. After having lunch together, you two were simply walking down the Devildom streets, having casual conversations about upcoming plans, recent moods, that one weird server at lunch, just whatever the two of you could come up with, enjoying each other’s company. Then a phone call interrupted you both. It was his phone.

Not a call he could skip apparently. After all, they all are very busy demons. Being Demon Lords came with many responsibilities. You allowed him to take it as long as he wouldn't take too long. This was supposed to be your day with him after all. So, picking up the call, your choice of brother stepped into a nearby alley to have whatever bit of privacy he could have.

Not moving too far away, you simply took a few steps down the sidewalk to look into a storefront window display. You didn't have long before some random demon decided to lean against the glass, a little too far into your personal space. "What'cha looking at?" They asked, clearly just getting you to talk, not interested in your answer in the slightest. The way they hovered rubbed you the wrong way, and whether or not they did it intentionally, they got in between you and the alley where the bother you brought with you was.

"Can I help you with something?" You finally asked, not intending to actually assist them, just wanting them to scram.

"Whoa, no need to sound so accusatory!" They got a little closer, eyeing you strangely. "Just having friendly conversation." Their hand raised and settled on your shoulder, their grasp moving you closer to them. 

Lucifer

All at once, the street gets coated in shadow, all the lights flickering before dying completely. There’s this heavy looming presence that takes the attention of everyone in the immediate vicinity. The demon who had the gall to touch you seemed to know their fate without needing to turn around. 

Lucifer is furious. Every part of his body is stiff with that cold and silent burning rage. He doesn’t have to say anything, only staring down at the demon, his eyes glowing a fiery red with his chin slightly raised. 

The other demon scrambles, losing their footing and crawling over the Devildom ground as they flee with their lives while they still have the fortune of keeping it. 

Lucifer waits, making sure that his presence is known, letting everyone know that he is with you. 

The street goes silent in respect, everyone moving along quickly and quietly. They all scatter, avoiding Lucifer’s wrath, leaving you two practically alone.

After a moment, the light returns to the lamps, Lucifer’s wings tucking against his back. He hadn’t been in demon form before he took the phone call. He takes his gloved hands and dusts off your shoulder, implying the demon had left it dirty just by touching it. 

“These mongrels can’t control themselves and let you have any sort of peace, can they?” He scoffed, his shoulders still tense with irritation. 

Still a bit stunned and embarrassed that such a scene was made on your behalf, you looked away from him. “You didn’t have to go that far. Nothing happened.” Not yet anyway, and you knew as much, you just...didn’t know what to say in that moment. Not when someone just emptied an entire street for you with just a glance. 

“Enough happened.” There was the smallest waver to his voice. “Their intention alone warranted my actions, and that was me being merciful. You are far too important to be treated in such a manner.” His voice sped up, almost running on one of his regular lectures, with you being the subject matter. “Exchange student or not, you should be able to walk down a simple street without having to worry about being bothered by some miscreant with an agenda. If I have to enact such a performance like this again, I will do it without hesitation over and over again till I am ensured that every crooked soul down here will know better than to harass you.” He finally took a breath. With a little glance, he raised one of his eyebrows, his voice softening. “You do not agree?” 

“I...don’t know. I don’t disagree, I just...” You’ve never been protected like this before. Not on such an extravagant scale. 

He picked up your implications, toning everything down to a more casual level. “I see.” He took a step to stand right by your side. “Come,” he offered his hand to you should you want to take it. “Let us not allow such trash to ruin such a fine day. Such beings like that aren’t deserving of another thought, you understand?” You nodded and he reacted with a peaceful smile. “Good.” 

Mammon

“Oi.” That single word was said in a deathly serious tone. 

Stupider than anyone gave them credit for, the demon turned around to see who was trying to talk to them. Much to their surprise, they came face to face with Mammon, his head tilted so far to the side, his ear almost touched his shoulder. 

There was a look in the demon’s eyes that flickered between a bit of fear and a little bit of amusement. “Listen, man, I’m just talking to our buddy here.” With a movement to their pockets, the demon pulled out a bag of Grimm. A big one, coins threatening to spill through the bottom of the bag purely from the weight. “How about I give you this and you just let me-” 

The next split second was a complete blur. All you were able to see was a flash of white and gold before the demon that had their hold on you was suddenly gone. 

Mammon stood right by your side now, looking down the sidewalk as the demon who had tried to bribe him was face down on the ground several feet behind you. They had severely underestimated him, either completely unconscious or painfully unable to move. 

Not wanting to stick around, Mammon gently grabbed the fabric of the sleeve around your wrist, leading you away from the scene with swift steps. You silently tried to keep up with him, stunned with the way he was presenting himself. 

After turning onto a different street, he finally turned around to look at you, that frighteningly serious expression still there. “They didn’t do anything to ya, did they?” He was examining you for any wounds or signs of distress. 

“Uh, no...not really.” They probably would’ve if...You took a deep breath. “I’m alright,” you assured him, hoping he would go back to acting like he usually did. 

“I’m not stupid.” 

“I didn’t say you were,” you blinked, still thrown off by the whole thing. 

“Then don’t lie to me and say you’re alright,” he frowned. 

You gave him an awkward chuckle, feeling a bit of guilt that you did the same thing that other demon had done and underestimated his true feelings. Mammon always understood more than anyone gave him credit for, you know that. Why did you assume this was any different? He knew you weren’t alright. Looking at your feet, you took a deep breath. “I’m a bit shaken up.” 

He was silent for a while, his grasp on your sleeve tightening, acting like it would be a sin if he let you go. Then he raised his head, looking at you intensely. “I’ll always be there for you. I’m your First, got it? And any demon who tries doing something like that again will get more than just a fist to the face. So...just know I’ll keep you safe. Nothing will get in the way of that, you hear me?” 

You managed to smile at him genuinely feeling safe just being around him. 

He beamed back, a little bit of mischief flashing over his face. In his other hand he held out the bag of Grimm the demon had tried to offer. Mammon must’ve taken it during the scuffle. “Anything you want today, anything at all, we’re getting it for ya.” 

Levi

A stuttering voice suddenly called your name, Levi stepping out from the shadows with his arm coming up to cover the bottom of his face. His eyes couldn’t stop fluttering between the two of you. “W-what’s going on?” 

“Just catching up with my friend!” The demon beside you proclaimed. They tugged you closer, putting their arm around the back of you. The movement sent goosebumps over your arms. 

“I’m not-” You tried to explain, but the demon gave you a sudden squeeze. Their way of telling you to shut it. You shot Levi a look, pleading to help you out of the situation. 

“Friend?” Levi’s eyes went dark. “You know nothing about them. You don’t get to call them your friend.” His tail unfurled behind him as his demon form came into full view. “That’s something I’ll never understand about normies like you. You think you can just call anyone you meet at random a friend. Do you know the time I’ve taken to get to know them? The effort it takes to feel comfortable with someone?” All the stuttering and nervousness that usually excluded itself in him was fully gone. 

The demon next to you looked a little confused, but their grasp on you was loosening as they considered whether or not messing with you was worth it.

“If you really are their friend, answer this for me,” Levi continued, relying on his trivia knowledge, only, you weren’t used to yourself being the topic at hand. “What is their favorite movie?” 

It was at this moment, the demon knew they were in far too deep. They had just planned to toy with you, maybe take your soul while they were at it, and now they were being quizzed by one of the Seven Sins, one who was clearly very dangerously close to summoning Lotan. Moisture began to cling to the air around you all. However despite this, the demon decided to give a half-hearted answer, perhaps in a last ditch effort to remain unscathed. 

“You’re wrong,” Levi scoffed. With a dramatic snapping of his fingers, a void opened behind him, water bursting forth from it, inches close from washing you away. Before that could happen, Levi’s tail wrapped around your waist and brought you to him, watching as the demon that had failed was consumed by the torrent. Once the water stopped, the demon was nowhere to be seen, droplets of water dripping off of store roofs and making the sidewalk shimmer. 

All at once, Levi’s temporary confidence dropped, his tail unraveling from you quickly. “I-I’m sorry, I just got so caught up in-in everything. I didn’t mean to grab you, I just...” 

“Thank you for saving me...” You took a moment to breathe and let the stress try to flow away. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.” 

As everything began to sunk in, Levi shouted. “Ahhhh, a quiz? That was the lamest thing I could’ve done! All my other brothers probably would’ve just beat them up and-and been done with it!” He clutched his head in embarrassment. 

“I can’t believe you even remembered something like that,” you assured him. You thought you had only mentioned that fact once. 

“Oh...of course I did,” he blinked. “I...uh...try to remember all the details of yourself you tell me. I guess...I couldn’t help but try to prove myself since I’m not used to...wanting to protect someone like that before...” Then all the sudden, his stance turned into one of determination. “But don’t worry, I’ll do it again! A hundred times if I have to! Because...that’s what it means to care about someone.” 

Satan

A shudder could be felt through the ground beneath you. The air suddenly filled with a thick tension. 

Satan came out of the alley, walking with calm steps, a smile on his face. “MC? Who’s this?” 

Recognizing who he was, the demon with their hand on you froze, but seemed a bit confused at the friendliness they were being greeted with. “Oh, I’m just one of their friends from class. Just thought I’d chat with them a bit.” 

“Oh, I see.” Satan outstretched a hand, holding it out for a casual handshake. “Nice to meet you. I don’t think we’ve been introduced.” He seemed to beam when the demon put their palm against his. They both gave a single shake...but when the other demon went to release their hand, Satan still clung on. The demon tugged their arm...but to no avail. Panic flared in their eyes as Satan’s hold tightened. 

“Say,” Satan started, voice still curiously peaceful. “Do you like riddles? I’ve been rather fond of solving some as of late. Do you want to hear one?” Not allowing the other demon to answer, he continued, the green hue of Satan’s aura flaring up under his feet. “As morning’s free I’m filled with glee, all four limbs attached to me. By nightfall’s end I’m filled with dread. Nothing left besides my head. What am I?” 

The demon trapped by Wrath began to hyperventilate, sweat running down their forehead as fearful tears filled their eyes. They nearly fell to their knees. “I...I...” They stuttered. 

“Correct.” Satan grinned. “I’m glad you’re smart enough to solve that at least.” Then all the sudden he let them go, timing it perfectly with the struggle so the demon fell backwards with their own strength. “You should run off now,” Satan suggested. 

The demon fled with a lightning fast speed, with a strong likelihood of never seeing you face-to-face again. 

The thickness of hostility still clung to the atmosphere. When you looked to Satan, his hands were shaking, struggling to wrestle his intense anger, probably working to keep it together for your behalf. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, swallowing your own anger, trying not to get stuck in that twisted loop of questioning people’s atrocities. Slowly, you stepped closer to him, holding one of his hands in yours. Just the touch seemed to help calm him a bit. 

He took a deep breath, holding his head a bit. “I’m just glad you’re alright. If something else would’ve happened, I might’ve...” 

He could burn the Devildom down for you. 

He straightened his back, gathering his thoughts back together. “Thank you too,” he finally shared. “I don’t feel guilty when I’m angry for you...it feels like my wrath has a purpose...it’s not meaningless...if that makes any sort of sense.” He hardly was ever hesitant about his words, but he struggled with them now, perhaps a bit self-conscious at his sudden vulnerability. “Anyways, I think a calmer activity is what we need. How about we head to the library? And don’t worry, I won’t leave your side again.” 

Asmo

“Oh, well hello there.” Asmo sauntered out of the darkened alley, leaning against the shop wall to look at the demon with their hand on you. There was a flirtatious melody to Asmo’s voice, but his eyes hinted at a deeper feeling. “Who’s your friend here?” 

“I-” You tried to speak but were cut off. 

The demon shrugged their shoulders innocently but kept their claws on your shoulder. “Just getting to know them a bit, no harm in that is there?” 

“Of course not!” Asmo exclaimed, moving away from the wall coming up right to the demon. He suddenly curled a hand around their chin. “In that case, I want to know all about you.” Surprised, the demon took a step back, unsure of what was happening. Asmo moved his hands down to the demon’s shoulders, rubbing them. “Aw, what’s wrong?” He asked, a fake pout to his lips. “I thought you liked this sort of thing; putting hands on strangers.” He got in close, lips close to their ear. “Not so fun when it happens to you, isn’t it?” 

As the demon stuttered, Asmo quickly stomped his heel down onto the demon’s foot. The demon gasped in pain, moving backwards, but before they could escape too far away, there was a brisk slap as Asmo’s palm contacted the side of their cheek. The force of the impact was strong enough to have the demon spin, falling back onto the ground. 

Asmo looked at his fingernails to make sure they were fine before flicking his wrist in a motion to shoo the demon away. “Get your ugly face out of our sights. Oh, but before that...” He pulled out his D.D.D. making sure to snap a picture of the demon in such a pathetic sight. Shamed and bruised, the demon rushed off. Asmo tucked his device away before approaching you promptly. “Are you alright, dear?” 

“N-not really,” you answered honestly. 

That response made Asmo glance down where the demon had fled, eyes filled with malice. But with a sigh, he turned his soft gaze towards you. “Are you good with a hug?” He waited till you nodded before he wrapped his arms around you, swaying you back and forth a little. One of his hands protectively curved around the back of your head. “How dare anyone treat you like that. Not pretty behavior at all!” He pulled back and cupped your face in his hands, making sure you seemed alright with the touch. “With a face as lovely as yours, they should’ve known you were totally out of their league!” Flattery aside, his voice went serious. “If you’re ever in trouble like that, call on me as soon as you can. I don’t want anything bad ever happening to you. Not even a single tear.” He let his hands fall from your touch. He then playfully winked. “It doesn’t matter how far I am, I’ll always make it to you. I can run perfectly in heels you know.” 

“Thank you,” you managed to smile at him, your mood a bit lightened. 

“Oh, don’t thank me for something so simple, dear. Just keep me by your side and in your mind, and know you are loved and protected.” 

Beel

Beel scratched the back of his head as he stuffed his D.D.D back in one of his pockets. He paused at the spot where he remembered leaving you at, looking around for you. As soon as he spotted you, his eyebrows furrowed. He came over casually, head tilted a bit to the side. 

Beel was apparently not the person the demon had expected to see. They were visibly nervous. And for good reason too. However, despite the fact that Beel was considerably larger and stronger, the demon still tried to worm their way out of trouble by lying. “Hey,” they pretended to ask you, resuming the conversation that the two of you never had. “Is this who you were talking abo-” 

“Is this demon giving you trouble?” Beel questioned bluntly, skipping needless assuming and wasteful back and forth. He got to the meat of the matter in a few seconds. 

All you had to do was nod. 

Beel’s eyes narrowed, demon form revealing itself in a flash. Reaching his hand out to the side, Beel yanked out the nearest streetlamp from the ground with a movement so simple he might has well pulled a petal off a flower. He turned with it, his arm reeling back before he realized the demon was completely gone. They had fled the instant the lamp was touched. Beel’s face returned to it’s neutral expression, placing the streetlamp where it should’ve been. Only the light didn’t turn back on...and it was crooked...and there was a suspicious Beel-shaped hand indent in the metal pole. 

“Oh, I broke it.” A little bit of guilt formed on his face. “Lucifer won’t be too happy.” He turned, coming up to you. “You okay?” 

“Uh...” Still a little rattled at the whole thing, you responded honestly. “I’ll be okay in a little bit.” 

Old memories probably came to his mind, ones where he arrived and acted a little too late. “I’m sorry,” he frowned, looking downcast. 

“No, don’t be, it wasn’t your fault at all...Thank you for protecting me. You kept me safe,” you assured him. 

He seemed to brighten at that. “Of course...It’s what I do. You and my brothers, I’ll protect all of you always.” With a gentle gesture, he gave you a little hug, making you feel like you were protected by a warm and comforting shield.  He pulled away after a moment, looking down the street behind you. "Do you want something to eat? That always makes me feel better. I'll carry you there if you want. That way, no one can mess with you again."

Belphie

(This segment contains Mild Spoilers if you haven’t finished the first portion of the game) 

“Say, did you want to go somewhere?” The demon asked, trying to lead you further down the street. Your mind started to race with all the self-defense lessons and spells you had been taught to use in situations like these. 

"No." You stated, taking a step back. "Leave me alone."

"Well..." The demon suddenly didn't look so 'friendly' anymore. "That's pretty rude, don't you think?"

You scowled, eyes flickering to where Belphie was supposed to be. There was no sign of him. “I have someone with me, you should leave now.” 

“Oh?” The demon laughed a little. “Yeah, I saw. Belphegor, right? The one everyone knows hates humans?” The demon squinted, giving you a shove in the opposite direction. “You picked the wrong demon to put your trust in.” Those words settled into your chest with a cold pain. “I bet he’s already run off or found somewhere to take a nap rather than keep an eye on you.” You continued to back up, but the demon just kept following you. You considered trying to run for it. “Just face it,” the demon smirked. “Don’t fight it. After all, there’s no one here to protect you.” 

All the sudden, a chin rested on your shoulder. You flinched, but felt a surge of relief when a familiar yawn rang through the air. How did he get behind you? You hadn’t even noticed him moving around. According to the look on the other demon’s face, apparently they hadn’t noticed him till now either. 

“Can we go home now?” Belphie asked you, acting as if the other demon wasn’t even there in the first place. “I’m tired of being out here.” 

“H-hey!” That whole dramatic speech was suddenly losing it’s merit, the demon floundering a little at the lack of attention. 

“Sure,” you responded, feeling like that was probably a good idea. You suddenly had your fill of public spaces. Being safe at home sounded like a dream. 

Belphie straightened, taking your hand and leading you away, intending not to pay any mind to the demon at all. 

Even more infuriated by being ignored, the demon lunged, attempting to pull you back by the back of your clothing. 

Belphegor turned, an emotionless look on his face as he grabbed the demon’s wrist with a firm hand. “I said we were going home,” he emphasized. 

Eye twitching, plans ruined, the other demon growled. “You were supposed to not care!” 

“...” There was a long pause, and for a moment, you wondered if Belphie had even heard the demon’s words. Then Sloth’s eyes narrowed. “If there’s one thing I hate more than anything, it’s when people try to assume things for me. What I like or don’t like, what’s best for me, what I’m feeling, nobody gets to decide that. And nobody gets to attempt to hurt this human and get away with it.” With a flick of his arm, he threw them back, sending them rolling across the ground. Belphie took up your hand again and continued on his way back towards the House without even looking back. 

You remained silent. 

Typically, Belphie would enjoy the silence with you, but he seemed uncomfortable and finally spoke up. “I know.” When you looked at him questioningly, he elaborated. “I know I’m a hypocrite.” His jaw tightened, his words soft. “I know nothing I say or do will ever make up for it...You can hate me, you can curse me, you can never want to see me again and that’s okay...but that won’t stop me from making sure you’re safe.” His bangs hid his eyes, and his hold on your hand loosened should you want to tug yourself free. “You’ve suffered enough. The very least I can do is make sure it wont happen again. That’s my pact. My promise.” 

in the lane

bakugou x reader wc: 1.7k cw: christmas fluff, regular fluff, implied heavy petting

You lazily tug your boots off and leave them in a heap next to the couch in the foyer of the Dynamight agency. You're the only person here on Christmas Eve, everyone else having gone home to trade in their hero names for names like "Mom" and "Dad" and "Rich Wine Aunt." 

Being alone on Christmas isn't so bad, really. You finally get one quiet night to yourself. Sure, you were on call to respond to any emergencies, but it seemed even villains took a holiday break, as you'd covered the Christmas graveyard shift three years in a row and never had to so much as stop a purse-snatcher or get a cat out of a tree. 

There's a huge Christmas tree set up in the main lobby, at least 15 feet tall with green and orange ornaments hung in alternating patterns. You pass it on your way to the kitchen to grab some snacks and a bottle of sparkling grape juice. You pop the bottle, letting the foam drip into the sink, before pouring yourself a glass and then heading back to the seating area in the foyer. 

The heavier accessories for your hero costume lie on one couch, and a mountain of blankets and your laptop lie on another. You curl up into a nest of blankets, positioning your phone and the police radio close to you so that you'll be quick to receive any notifications - just in case - and then open your laptop and settle in for your annual movie night. 

"Happy holidays, Dave," you say to the security camera positioned in the far corner of the room, raising your glass. The camera slowly tilts up, then down, making a mechanical whirring sound the entire time. Dave, the remote building security guard, is your annual Christmas companion. Last year you'd climbed on top of a chair and held a piece of paper with your phone number on it up to the lens, and now Dave sporadically texts you with office gossip he's privy to thanks to his position overseeing the security cameras from wherever he actually lived. 

Yeah, Dave's cool. 

You sip your non-alcoholic bubbly and start your first movie. The police radio and your phone both stay quiet and you're nearly halfway through the third movie of a high fantasy trilogy when you hear some commotion at the front door. 

The clock on the wall says it's 5am - time for the Christmas morning skeleton crew to take over. And so passes another uneventful Christmas Eve. 

Slowly, you untangle yourself from the mess of blankets and head to the door to help them in. "Dave, can you get the lights?" you call out. As the main overheads of the agency turn on, you see that it's actually only one person at the door, and it's who you'd least expect - the big man himself. Dynamight. 

"Sir?" you say tentatively, cocking your head to the side, as you open the door for your boss. 

"Thanks," he grumbles as he slips past you. 

He's in sweats, a beanie covering the mess of blonde hair on his head. Even then, he's stupidly handsome. And still impossible to figure out. 

"Is... everything okay?" you call after him.

He stops in his tracks. "What?" His voice is gruff. 

"I just--" you look away from him instinctively, even though he has his back turned towards you, "--what are you doing here?" 

"I'm the morning shift. Taking over. You can go home." 

"You're the morning shift?" 

He sighs, heavily. "Yeah, what did you expect?" 

"I don't know," you wave your hand in the air, "someone like me who doesn't have anywhere to be. Don't you have a wife and kids?" 

Now he finally turns to look at you. "No? Who the fuck told you I have a wife and kids?" 

You shrug. "I dunno, everyone in the office thinks you have a secret family." 

He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Well, I don't. Now, get the hell out of here, it's a holiday" 

You turn your head slowly towards the security camera and raise your eyebrows at Dave, who you're hoping is seeing your expression from his computer screens.

Dynamight disappears into the locker room, duffel bag and gauntlets slung over his shoulder. 

Your phone buzzes against the hardwood of the table where you'd set up shop last night and you check text on your watch. 

Dave: you should make a move 

"Are you insane?" you whip your head up to glare at the lens of the camera. 

A few moments later: i see how you look at him

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "He's my boss. And he's way out of my league." 

i see how he looks at you

Your cheeks get hot. "Whatever, Dave," you mumble as you start to clean up the blankets and put away your laptop. 

"What're you still doing here?" Dynamight calls from the hallway. You open your mouth to answer, but suddenly the overhead lights shut down and the Christmas tree in the lobby lights up, starting from the bottom, until all of the connected strings illuminate the tree and leave you both in a warm yellow glow. 

You want to say something. Really, you do. But he’s walking towards you, eyebrows knitted together in confusion, the sparkling lights of the tree reflected in his irises, and your breath catches in your throat. He’s staring at you and you’re about to drown in his pupils when he breaks the silence. 

“I’ll check the breaker.” 

You nod quickly. “Sounds good.” 

Then he’s gone again. 

Childishly, you stick your tongue out at the Dave-camera before cleaning up the rest of your blanket nest. A few minutes later, the lights are back on and Dynamight returns to the lobby. 

“Go ahead,” he lifts his chin at you, “I’ll lock the door after you.”

“Where’s the rest of the morning crew?” 

He snorts. “I’m the whole crew. I can handle it on my own.” He moves towards the exit. 

“Actually,” you clear your throat, “I was wondering if you’d like some company on your patrol?” 

He quirks a brow at you. “Why?” 

“So we don’t both have to be alone on Christmas,” you answer, biting your lip. A move that, unbeknownst to you, sends Bakugou’s heart in a tailspin. 

He pauses. “Get your gear on,” he finally replies. 

The patrol, like your evening before, is uneventful. And mostly quiet. You don’t usually have this much time alone with your boss. He keeps his eyes in front of him, chin tucked into the collar of his costume, peering out at the sidewalk in front of him. Everything is closed, so there are no people or cars around. The only thing you hear is the quiet crunch of ice and snow under your boots as you walk alongside him. 

“You always take the Christmas Eve shift?” he asks you while you’re walking back towards the agency. 

You nod. “It’s kinda nice. I like being alone.” 

His expression softens, and a half-smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Me too.”

The sky transforms from a pale blue to a pinkish-orange sunrise as the patrol goes on, making the snow on the ground sparkle. 

“Why’d you take the Christmas day shift?” you ask him, turning around to walk backwards. 

“Beats bein’ home alone. Or with my parents,” he says, “and ‘s quiet. I like the quiet.”

“Me too,” you echo him. 

“You’re quiet,” he muses.

“I guess I am,” you shrug. 

“Then I guess I like you.” 

It takes you by surprise, and you catch yourself mindlessly staring at him just a moment too late; you’re not looking ahead and you slip on a patch of ice, sending you flying downward on what probably would have been a nasty fall if your boss hadn’t caught you. One of his arms is underneath you, the other gripping on to your shoulder to keep you upright. 

“Thank you,” you say breathlessly. 

“Looks like I had to save someone on this shift after all,” he laughs as he helps you to stand on your own feet again.

He spends the rest of the walk back to the agency teasing you about your clumsiness, and you pretend to hate it, although you’re secretly enjoying the attention from Katsuki - a name he said you should call him. And when a sudden wind sends chills through your body, he pulls you into his side, happy to share his warmth with you. 

cute. says another text from Dave, who can see you both walking arm in arm when you finally make it back. 

You enter the agency to Winter Wonderland playing over the P.A. system. The overhead lights have been dimmed to a soft glow. It might even be a few degrees warmer than it was before. You throw a mean glare towards Dave, mouthing a quick what the fuck. 

“What’s happening?” you ask Katsuki, putting on your best act, not willing to tell him that your friend the security guard was trying to play wingman via nostalgic music and romantic lighting. He’s standing near the tree, looking up towards the P.A. speakers, and you shuffle towards him. 

Just as he turns towards you, there’s a red and green blur in front of your eyes. You blink and realize it’s a mistletoe that’s just fallen down from the ceiling, right in between you and Katsuki.

“How the fuck did you pull this one off?” Katsuki says loudly, looking past you. You turn, but there’s no one there. 

Then it dawns on you. 

“Do you know Dave?” you whisper, and Katsuki’s gaze snaps back to your face. His eyes move back and forth from the mistletoe to your lips. He lets out a shaky laugh, then grabs either side of your face and kisses you. 

Your fingers curl around the collar of his costume and pull him close to you, prolonging the kiss for as long as you can. When you pull away, you eye the security camera, your cheeks getting a little warm. 

“Afternoon crew is almost here,” Katsuki says, “and there’s no cameras in my office.” 

i just know whenever you bend down to pick something up aizawa instinctively covers any table/ furniture edges with his hand so you wouldn’t hurt yourself on them

he’s super protective of you and wouldn’t let you get hurt ever, yet when you do walk up to him with a bruised knee or an injury in general he sighs but in his mind loses it at the thought of you actually getting injured badly

He’s just so afraid of losing you/ having you hurt :(

a/n: this inspired me so here's a lil drabble nonnoe bc u are so fucking right 😍

warnings: death and injury mention, body horror imagery i think, nightmares, kinda angsty but also fluff if you squint

gn!reader

he's seen it one too many times. his classmates when he was in high school. his friends when he's out on missions. his students now that he's a teacher.

he's seen broken bodies, smashed bones, what seems like gallons of blood that flowed across ground.

shouta can't help but panic a little when he sees a bruise or cut. his instinct to protect you, to make sure you're always safe kicks in. he can't help it that when you bend down to reach something, his hand automatically positions itself that you don't bump your head. or how he instinctively puts himself in between you and the road when walking down the sidewalk.

he knows that it might seem obsessive, but if you don't mind his protective instincts, than what does it matter? he just can't bare the thought of you, your perfect and wonderful self, torn to shreds. ripped apart. he can't bare the thought of a coffin and gravestone with your name engraved into it.

though a little bruise on your knee may seem minor, he holds you tightly for the rest of the day. images of you laying in a pool of your own blood flashing through his mind.

and you know. you understand. you let him hold you, whispering reassurances, cuddling him closer. you smile at him when he moves his hand after your head pops up. you comfort him when tears come in the middle of the night. when the nightmares are so bad he jolts awake, trembling in your hold with wet cheeks. you see all of that and you love him regardless.

you're all he has. he can't loose you.

this is a work of fiction that belongs to @/k0dzu1. do not copy, translate, or repost.

𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡 !

in which: suna throws snowballs at you to get you to talk to him.

warnings: fluff, gn!reader, maybe unrealistic snow - idgaf, swearing... i think, mentions of d3ath but not in a grim way, jokes of breaking up :c

a/n: how is christmas so soon already lol i've been slacking on my xmas event anyways ENJOY !

˗ˏˋ XMAS MASTERLIST ´ˎ˗

Suna watches your backside with a great pout on his red face, nursing his blushed nose in the uncomfortable fabric of his scarf as he tries to plot ways to get to talk to you again. However, judging by the way you stroll in front of him, walking quicker than you usually do as to maintain the distance between you and your boyfriend, the volleyball player groans at the mountainous task ahead of him.

If only he didn’t spark the petty argument that landed him in this position.

Now you were, rightfully, avoiding him as if he had the plague, opting to walk ahead of him instead of with him. Even when he tried to catch up to you you’d roll your eyes and speed up, leaving a yearning Suna behind. 

After a night of rejecting his hugs, evading any sort of conversation, and giving him the stink eye, to say that Suna’s a little fed up is a bit of an understatement. At this point of no talking, he’s trying everything to get you to break, saying shit that just comes to mind, regardless of whether it’ll get him an answer or not.

A chill runs up his spine from the cold, something he immediately notifies you of.

“Y/N!” He calls out, suddenly feeling hopeful again when you turn around; albeit, with a glare in his direction, but that was better than nothing. “I’m cold!”

“What do you want me to do about it?” You ask with indifference lacing your voice.

“Hold me and warm me up with your loving embrace?”

“I will set you on fire.”

The volleyball player frowns as you turn around and continue walking through the snow-covered and empty park, hiding the smile that was starting to break your chilling facade.

“You’re so mean!” He yells once more. “I come out all this way to accompany you and you decide to repay me like this? I’m too hot for this!”

“I didn’t tell you to do shit,” you retort. “You came outside with me on your own accord.”

Frowning harder at your tough exterior, Suna huffs, his breath condensing into gas before evaporating away and as the snow crunches beneath your boots, leaving imprints behind, he has an idea- one that could either seal his death or… help win you back!

Look, Suna knows well enough that he could apologise to you with flowers, chocolates, money, whatever, and they’d be reasonable ways of getting you to speak to him again, but they were just so unoriginal. If Suna is anything, it’s original (partial lie). And, he believes in the logic that if you never speak to him again, he might as well die, so what does he have to lose? Nothing. 

A considerably-sized snowball hits your head with a thud, causing your head to jerk forward from the force. You feel the broken remnants of the snowball splatter across your coat, some clinging on to your shoulders whilst some fall to the ground. Since when was Suna’s throwing aim so good?

“You want to die?” You threaten, although the smile on your face is anything but intimidating, especially not to your boyfriend who already has another snowball prepared in his hands. 

He throws it up and down mockingly.

“You ready to talk to me yet?” He asked.

“I am talking to you, dimwit.”

“Nicely,” he points an accusatory finger at you. “Can I flirt with you again without you biting my head off?”

“Your flirting is what makes me want to bite your head off-”

That earns you a snowball to the shoulder, one that was aimed for your face if you didn’t protect yourself in time. Without giving you time to react, your boyfriend has somehow conjured another snowball and throws it at you, hitting you square in the chest.

As laughter slips out from your lips, you stumble backwards a little before running away, weaving between snow-covered trees in hopes of losing Suna for a few seconds so you can gather some snowballs to fight back with. But, from how clearly you can hear him call your name, and the footsteps that aren’t too far behind yours, you’d say that this is a losing battle.

Especially with his volleyball player stamina, leg strength and endurance, you never had a chance in the first place. Don’t forget his arm swing from spiking all day. So, when he hits you with a particularly hard snowball to the neck, you naturally freeze a little from the ice that had managed to hit skin, flinching. 

In your time of weakness, you saw your boyfriend lounging at you a little too late, encasing you tightly with his arms, his grip unforgivable even when you both stumble backwards from the force. The world tilts and small shouts of panic escape your mouth. Before you can do anything to save yourself, a shock of pain reverberates through your body, marginally cushioned by the snow. 

However there’s no time to think too hard about what happened when Suna’s hovering above you on all fours, staring down at you with widened eyes of shock, surprised by the outcome of his own actions. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, concern now lacing his features as he scans yours for any signs of discomfort or pain. He retreats to sit on your shins, giving you room to breathe and properly see eye-to-eye with him for the first time in a while; both metaphorically and physically.

“Yeah, that fall was just really sore,” clutching your arm, you pretend to be hurt, hiding the fact that you were, in actuality, grabbing a clump of snow. 

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, was panicking and feeling incredibly guilty. Now you were really going to send him to his death. “Shit, Y/N, I’m really sorry.”

As soon as your boyfriend leaned in to inspect your ‘injury’, you immediately throw the snow across his face, gently slapping him with it. He simply sits there, scrunching his face against the cold before slightly opening his eyes, giving you a defeated look. 

“It’s okay, I accept your apology,” you tell him with a mischievous grin, leaning in slightly towards his face, admiring how clattered the snow fell across his skin. Some clung to his eyelashes, to his lips, even his eyebrows.

Hearing the snow crunch near you, you immediately notice his hand going to grab some of the blizzard beneath and you grab his wrist to prevent him from any more fights. 

“If you throw that at me, I will really bite your head off.”

Suna’s eyes glimmer with some akin to amusement. “Kinky,” he says without any hesitation. “I like it.”

“Don’t say that!” You exclaim, letting go of his wrist to try and wriggle away from him, a gesture that he doesn’t take very well, demonstrated by the way that he then wraps his arms around your waist, invading your personal space. 

“Please, I promise I’ll stop, just let me be close to you,” whispers the dark-haired athlete as he stares a little too shamelessly at your face. There’s a stupid smile on his face that makes you feel even more giddy, flustered by how attentive he is whilst simply looking at you.

“What?”

“You’re just really pretty,” he sighs before continuing. “I don’t know how I bagged you.”

“Yet you still throw snowballs at me. Suna Rintarou, count your blessings before I leave your ass,” the way you roll your eyes tells him that you’re joking- it’s so very clear that you don’t actually mean what you said, but something painful tugs at his chest because of the idea of existing without you. 

He dampens a little just thinking about it, frowning as he presses himself into your neck. “Please don’t do that, you’ll break my heart.”

Your hand sneaks up to his hair, carding through whatever strands you could access under his beanie. With the sudden shift from a lighthearted atmosphere to a suffocating one, guilt plagues you as you watch the way your boyfriend tries to curl himself over you, protective in his stance and grip. It’s obvious that he took your words to heart, even if he knew otherwise. “I’m kidding, Rin,” you reassure, not knowing what else to say beyond that.

After a few moments of heavy silence that consisted of simply holding Suna in the cold, he finally speaks up again, uttering a meek: “you’re not still mad at me, right?”

“Not mad. Annoyed? Maybe. By the way, why snowballs?” 

“I thought that exercise and getting the endorphins running would cheer you up a little so you’d talk to me again.”

“What?”

“Y’know like how endorphins make you feel-”

“Rin- you don’t need to mansplain how endorphins work, I just wasn’t expecting your justification. There are other ways to get me to talk to you, y’know.”

“None of them were working and I had to get your attention somehow! It’s the only thing I want, don’t you know that?”

A chuckle escapes you before you can stop it, one of your hands going up to cup his cheek as you give him an affectionate smile. “Yeah, I do know that, which is why it’s funny to watch you work for it, especially after you messed up,” you give him a quick slap at the back of his head, one that has him murmuring a half-hearted ‘ow’.

“Not funny for me.”

“I found it hilarious.” 

Suna watches the way your eyes crinkle as you smile, only solidifying the idea that he would take as many snowballs to the face as possible so long as you’re smiling like this at the end of it.

Mc that likes touching/tracing their pact marks? Like they randomly tap on it pat it or trace random shapes on it?

I'm not sure if this is exactly what you had in mind, if not I'm sorry! Also sorry for taking so long I have no excuse lol. I couldn't think of anything for Asmo or barb but I might write one for them later if I think of something.

Enjoy!!

Lucifer-

Lucifer had never been in a pact before you so he had absolutely no clue what to really expect. He was sitting in his room doing paperwork when he felt a gentle, very gentle tapping on his inner wrist, gentle tapping that turned into small circular motions then back to tapping. He moved his wrist to his face to observe the spot and only saw the small star that symbolized his pact with you. “I better look into this.” He muttered to himself before setting down his pen and pulling out his phone, he spent a good twenty minutes looking but couldn't find anything helpful. “Perhaps lord Diavalo will know what this is.” He thought as he opened the prince's contact and hit the call button. The phone rang only a single time before Diavalo picked up, “Lucifer? You don’t normally call around this time. Did something happen?” The prince knew something must have happened for the firstborn to call out of the blue. “My apologies Diavalo, about twenty minutes ago a felt a strange tapping on my wrist, right where my pact mark is. I'm not sure why it's bothering me so much but I wanted to know if you knew what it could be.” A large grin made its way to Diavalos face, “I’m not surprised that you don't know,  you’ve never been in a pact before, I also had this feeling before but Barbados explained it to me. Your feeling what MC is feeling where the pact mark is. MC tends to caress the marks, it's actually quite comforting once you know it's them.” Lucifer hung up and set his phone down, he covered his mouth with his hands as a heavy blush adorned his face, he didn’t know why but to him it felt so intimate in a different way than he was used to. It was such a wholesome sort of affection that Lucifer had never even imagined before and for some reason, it flustered him like nothing else. He felt the gentle circular motions again and nearly melted in his seat, he felt like a kid with their first crush but at the moment it didn’t matter.

Mammon-

It took him a while to figure it out, he figured it was some weird pact thing and thought it would go away. It didn't go away, it never irritated him like he thought, it felt like someone was tracing symbols on his shoulder and sometimes on his chest and it was really comforting. He was feeling it right now at the casino, he was about to recklessly bet a lot of money but when the feeling started he suddenly felt like he should call it a night. You were the only one who could ever get him to quit early but you weren’t here right now so why was he suddenly feeling responsible?

He got his answer as soon as he stepped into his room. There you were, laying on his bed and tracing the feathers of his pact mark on your shoulder and he suddenly felt stupid for not putting the pieces together before. He was feeling you and your worry for him is what made him stop before he went too far. “Oi, what are you doing?” He acted annoyed but his heart was melting. When you heard his voice you perked up immediately, “Your back early!” Mammon couldn’t stop his smile at your happy expression, “Yeah, just felt responsible tonight ya know? Also, I couldn't just leave my human all alone now could I?” As he spoke he climbed into his bed with you and pulled you close to his chest, now that you were unable to see his face he let his smile turn love-struck as he held you close. 

Leviathan-

He fell out of his chair the first time he felt it, it scared the crap out of him, “Ahh!” He pulled up his pant leg to see if something was crawling on him but saw nothing, “Levi! What's wrong?” You sat up from where you lied in his bathtub bed and looked over at him, “N-nothing! I.. I just felt something touching my thigh.” He calmed down from the shock and got back into his chair. You knew, you knew immediately what he felt but weren’t going to tell him, not yet anyway. You waited until he was comfortably in his chair again then traced the pact mark starting from your ankle and going up to your thigh, Levi jumped again and once again pulled his pant leg up to check if something was there. 

You couldn't keep it together and started laughing, “Why are you laughing at me!” He cried, you quickly got out of the tub and sat down in his lap, giggling more at his flustered expression. “Levi look.” you put your hand on your thigh where part of the mark was and gave a squeeze, in turn, Levi felt a gentle squeeze on his own thigh. "The pact mark connects us more than I thought!" You giggled again as Levi wrapped his arms around your shoulders and hid his face on the back of your neck. "D-don't scare me like that!" He kept his flustered face hidden against your neck. "Ok, I'm sorry Sweetheart." You took one of his hands in yours and gave a gentle squeeze.

Satan-

He already did extensive research on pacts, when Asmo first made a pact with Solomon he wanted to know everything there was to know about them. He even forced Asmo to answer a ton of questions regarding the pact. He began doing his own experiments when he entered his pack with you though and today's test would be the pact mark itself. “MC, are you busy right now?” He knew you weren’t since you were only sitting on the couch with a snoozing Belphegor on your lap. “Not at the moment, why?” You turned your gaze from your phone to him, “I require your immediate assistance with something. Would you mind joining me in my room?” You looked down to Belphie then back to Satan, “Sorry, Belphie is-” “Great, thank you MC I greatly appreciate it.” He grabbed the collar of Belphies shirt and gently tossed him off your lap and onto the ground, “Shall we?” Satan smiled innocently at you while offering you his hand. ‘You are so mean, take me.” You accepted his hand and he pulled you to your feet and began leading you away. “Asshole.” You heard Belphie mutter bitterly as you walked.

Earlier when he and Asmo were doing some ‘detective’ work he felt something caressing his hip, gently tracing the mark around his hips that matched yours. He immediately abandoned the detective work to test the theory he just thought up. “So what's all this about?” You asked, “Just a little experiment, don't worry it's nothing big.” Satan said as he let go of your hand, “Could I see my pact mark?” He asked, he seemed almost giddy, “of course.” You held back a giggle as you lifted your shirt just a little and tugged your pants down just enough to fully show off the thorned vine mark that wrapped around your hips. Satan's smile widened when he saw it, he always loved seeing his mark on you. “Now just hold still a moment.” He moved to put his hand on your waist but stopped before he made contact, “may I?” as soon as he got your approval his hand met your skin and he gently traced the mark that went around your waist, feeling a similar feeling himself, “I knew it.” He smiled proudly, “Knew what?” You were doing your best not to squirm but the way he traced the mark ticked. “I can feel when our shared mark is being touched. I felt it not long ago and had to come test it to be sure.” You rolled your eyes and moved to kiss his forehead, “You're such a nerd. I love you.” Satan ignored the nerd comment and wrapped you in a comforting embrace.

Beelzebub-

He always gets this love-struck look on his face whenever he feels you touching the mark and sometimes(always) will seek you out. "MC, there you are." He feels so happy when he sees you absentmindedly tracing the mark while scrolling on your phone or doing any other activity. "Beel! Perfect timing, I was just about to go looking for you. Do you wanna go to madam screams with me?” Beel nodded, “We should invite Belphie too. Do you know where he is?” Beel asked, usually Belphie would be using you as a pillow but was nowhere to be seen at the moment. “Nope, how about we go look for him?” You reached out to Beel and he pulled you to your feet and into a tight hug. “Whoa, your awfully cuddly today!” You weren’t complaining though, “Sorry, I just wanna hold you.” He said sheepishly, “I don't mind! Hold me all you want.” He brought his hand up to where his pact mark was on your neck and very gently traced the web pattern. “Is the mark what made you feel so mushy?” You asked with an amused smile, “Yeah, I get happy when I feel you touch it.” You felt your face heat up and wrapped your arms around Beel the best you could. “You’re so cute!” you heard snickering not far from where you stood and turned to see Belphie laughing at the two of you. “Cringe.” You rolled your eyes at him, “Shut up Belphie I know you wanna join us!” You reached out to him and he eagerly joined your hug. “Wanna go to Madan screams with us Belphie?” Beel asked him after a few moments, “How could I say no? Let's go.” 

Belphegor-

When he feels it he feels very cocky about it because he knows it's not a spot you can get to easily considering it's in between your shoulder blades. He knows you’re thinking of him when he feels your touch on his matching mark. “What's got you grinning like that Belphie?” Mammon asked, “MC.” He responded vaguely, “How? They’re not even here right now there at home sick.” Mammon rolled his eyes at his youngest brother, “I’m gonna go see them. Tell Beel where I went.” Belphie got up and left the classroom, ignoring Mamon telling him that Lucifer would be mad.

“MC, there you are.” He entered your room so silently that you didn't even notice him until he said something. “Belphie? What are you doing here?” You asked, you were lying on your stomach with your hand reaching up your back to touch Belphies pact mark. “I felt like coming back to take care of you, is that so wrong?” You knew he only came because he felt you touching the mark and that's exactly what you wanted. “I’m glad you came but won’t Luci be mad?” You asked, “Ew, don't call him Luci in front of me. Now scoot over.” He invited himself into your bed and Kowalad himself around you, “Belphie what if you get sick?” You relaxed into his embrace but still worried about the demon. “You’re human illnesses have no effect on me.” He murmured before promptly passing out. You shook your head with a grin, before falling asleep yourself.

Diavolo-

He gets the biggest smile on his face when he feels you touching his mark and it only makes him happier to see you doing it. When you’re in meetings and he sees you idly tracing the mark he had to restrain himself from pulling you to his side and holding you for the rest of the meeting. “Diavolo?” He was snapped from his thoughts by Lucifer, “Oh sorry. I got a little distracted.” Dia had been shamelessly staring at you the entire meeting like a lovestruck puppy. “Perhaps we should exclude MC from these meetings and inform them of everything after, seeing as you can't keep your eyes off them for even a moment.” Barbados said with a dangerous smile, “Now now there's no need for that! MC come sit beside me.” Your amused giggle made Diavolo's heart flutter, “Will you be able to focus better with me by your side?” You asked, “I believe so, now if you would.” You got up from your spot beside Lucifer and sat beside Diavolo. He moved your arm to rest on his thigh so he could trace his pact mark himself.

when you go out with lucifer in the devildom, you always hold onto the hem of his clothes. with how stubborn he is about looking put together at all times, he doesn't seem to mind when you wrinkle the side, or the sleeve of his dress shirt. it's cute, and it makes him feel dependable – even more than he already does – and you make him happy, of course he would let you do anything, with minimal consequences. he takes you to places you haven't been, the outskirts of the city, the flea markets, the secret doors and magic passages and you follow, shirt in hand, absorbing all the information you can about the place he's called home for aeons.

when lucifer goes out with you in the human world, he always wraps an arm around your waist. it's impractical when you're navigating the city, and if he must let go his hand slides into your palm, but it makes him feel like he can depend on you – even more so than he already does. so when you're around where you grew up in, and he sees you smile as you retrace steps you've taken multiple times, he feels certain that you could take him anywhere and he would feel safe, even if stripped of his power fully, even if damned again and again. lucifer feels you close to him, closer than his pride would let him hold you in the devildom, and something in him flutters, ancient and almost humane. and of course, the ego boost he gets when you greet people you used to know, when you introduce him as your partner and they turn to look at him, eyebrows raised and words lost in their mouths, when he squeezes your side a bit and greets them with his most suave smile (oh, how he knows his wings would flutter if he was in his demon form), knowing he's yours and only yours, is enough to make him giddy for the next century. that he is sure of.