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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.

Hoshiumi knows he’s not meant for a run-through-the-airport kind of love.

That dramatic energy that compels someone to chase someone else just to deliver a confession. He’s watched his classmates and teammates fall in and out of relationships as they’ve inspired different kinds of affections, different dramatic scenes.

He accepted that he’d never really elicit that kind of reaction from anyone and made peace with it as he made peace with his height.

After all, he could still dominate on the volleyball court. That’s where the dramatic moments centered around him were meant to occur.

The first gift Hoshiumi ever gave you was a blank notebook.

He noticed how you would doodle in any blank margin or on any scrap and thought you deserved a proper place to draw.

Though you always had it with you he never saw you use it. Just like accepting so many other things as fact, he assumed you were just being nice by carrying it around

until he caught a glimpse inside. The pages were covered in detailed drawings. It felt like winning a tournament and he was so giddy about it that his teammates, who thought they were used to his boisterous behavior, had to ask him to calm down.

So he gave you another one on your next birthday.

And the one after that.

Catching glimpses of sketches and drawings in the months after, proof that you did use them.

He misses your next birthday because of an away game but stops by to give you a gift when he gets back. To your relief and delight, it’s another notebook.

“Thank you.“ You beam and clutch it to your chest. “I’m so glad…I was worried you thought I didn’t like them.”

“Why?” he asks, face screwing up in confusion.

“Oh,” you grimace in embarrassment and explain “because you never asked to see what I did with them.”

He gulps, suddenly nervous. “…C-Can I?”

You offer them to him with shining eyes and he looks through, gently flipping page after page of beautiful designs and sketches and drawings and there’s figure studies of

him.

There are drawings of him.

Hoshiumi knows he’s not a run-through-the-airport kind of love. But as you confess your feelings for him, your admiration for his dramatic presence on the court,

he realizes he’s meant for something better.

Dadmas Day 1: New Baby

pairing: Hawks/Keigo Takami x f!reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: a little bit of new parent anxiety mentioned, but that's about it. all fluff <3 also your baby has wings.

notes: he would be the best dad and no one can tell me different <3 scared out of his mind, I'm sure, but so, SO good to you and your little baby :(

Being married to the fastest man around certainly comes with it’s fair share of perks, especially when you’re a new parent.

You hear the warbled cry over the video monitor and it wakes you from your much needed slumber. You'd only just gotten back to sleep and you need so much more rest, but you know that you’re not likely to get it. Not with a 10 week old. Not when your husband works the hours that he does.

He didn't want to have to go back to work so soon. He tried and he tried to stay away, so that he could be home with you for the first few months, but the Commission isn't exactly an organization that he can say no to. You were just grateful that you got the couple of months with him that you did have.

The past couple weeks have been an adjustment period for everyone in your precious little family, but you were all managing. You know he worries himself sick about you both when he's on duty and you can only imagine how tired he must be by the time he arrives home, but he always insists on taking over and letting you get some rest.

You rise from the bed, wiping the sleep from your eyes as you shuffle into your slippers to head down the hall, already looking forward to Keigo breezing in through the door to usher you towards the couch for a breather.

You silently hope that maybe, just maybe, your son will fall back to sleep on his own. Maybe you can head back to bed right now and get just a few more minutes of sleep.

To your surprise, the baby does fall quiet. His whine tapers off and you hear him coo oh so quietly. It must be a miracle, you think to yourself.

But then a wave of panic hits you. That nagging thought that always pops up unwelcome in your brain: what if he's quiet, because something happened?

Trying to fight combat the negative thoughts, you tell yourself that he's fine. He must be learning to soothe himself. That's a good thing! There's no need to worry and you certainly don't want to wake him if that's the case.

Still, you scurry back to nab the monitor from your bedroom, turning it on with hopes that you'd be able to see his tiny little chest moving up and down. Maybe catch one of his adorably petite wings twitching in his sleep. Something, anything.

Full blown panic sets in when the monitor powers on and you see nothing. Just an empty crib.

Your heart skips a beat and you almost drop the monitor as you go to take off, but then you hear it.

"Yeah, you're okay, little guy," you hear your husband coo, just barely catching a glimpse of his wing before he strolls back in front of the camera, gently rocking your baby boy back to sleep.

"Mommy needs her sleep, y'know. I think between the two of us, we're gonna end up driving her crazy one day, so let's at least let her get some rest, yeah?" He continues whispering to the child as he paces about the room. "You need sleep too, so you can keep growing, though I can't believe how big you are already."

You clap a hand over your chest, tears welling in your eyes as your heart swells. Maybe the influx of hormones or the delirium of not getting any rest had something to do with the onslaught of tears that begin trickling freely over your cheeks, but it mostly had to do with thr fact that you married such a good man.

He wasn't convinced that he'd be a good dad, despite how badly he wanted kids. He was terrified that maybe he'd end up like one of his parents, despite how you assured him that you knew that would never happen. He was too pure of a soul to let it.

Still, for all your reassurances, he never really believed he'd be great at this, but right now you were seeing the proof. You could only hope that he was able to see it too.

How could he think he was anything less than a great father so far? Even on nights when it seemed like your son would never stop crying, he remained calm enough for the both of you. He was always doing more than his fair share, saying that he had plenty to make up for, since you're the one who had to suffer through labor. Even before the baby was born, he'd surprised you one day by filling the nursery with ay and every little thing you'd mentioned wanting for it. He took the weekend off to make sure that everything was just right for your little one before they even came home.

And here he was, swooping into the nursery—even though he was supposed to be on patrol—to soothe the fussing infant, so that you could get a modicum of more sleep.

You set the monitor back down and travel down the hall to slowly and quietly swing the nursery door open. Keigo freezes in his tracks, though he keeps rocking the baby while he stares at you as if he'd just been caught redhanded.

"I had the monitor app open and I know that you'd only just put him down," he stars explaining, speaking quickly and quietly as he starts shifting his weight from one foot to another. "I was close, so I figured I'd just pop in and take care of it, so you wouldn't have to get up."

"Baby, do you think I'm upset with you or something?" You laugh, though the sound is barely audible.

You're aiming to stay quiet as you approach so that the baby who's nodding off in his arms continues drifting off to sleep. A warm smile tugs at your lips as you look down at the cherubic figure all bundled up in his strong arms. The little wings definitely help him look even more like an angel. Getting a baby swaddled while having to mind said wings is a bit of a chore, but it's worth it to see them the plush crimson feathers ruffling as his eyes close and he lets out the tiniest, cutest yawn you've ever heard.

Keigo's also briefly distracted by the noise and you catch the look on his face when he glances down at your little bundle of joy. You've seen the way he smiles at you. How soft and warm and full of radiance that smile is, but still, that's nothing compared to how he looks at the little miracle that you'd made together. It makes your heart swell with pride all over again.

"No. I mean—," he shrugs, looking a little helpess in a very cute and adorably sincere way as he peeks over at you before carefully laying your son back down in his crib. "I don't want you to think that I don't think you can handle this or something like that."

"Baby, it's okay," you say softly, taking another step closer to wrap your arms around him from behind and gently nuzzle your face between his wings. "I know that you don't think that. I know that you're just doing everything you can for us and I can't even begin to tell you how much I appreciate it."

He smiles to himself, looking down at his slumbering son as he folds his arms over yours, just enjoying your embrace for a moment.

"You both deserve nothing but the best. I really don't mind rushing back home for a few if it means you get another hour or sleep. You deserve it," he whispers, giving your arm a squeeze before he steps away to turn and pull you into his arms.

"And that's exactly why I will never stop telling you what a great dad you are," you reply, smiling softly as you drape your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss. "Pretty good husband too."

It's dark in the room, but you can feel the heat rising in his neck to flood his face as you start walking backwards to guide him out of the nursery.

"Just doin' my best," he murmurs, mirror your smile as he sends a feather off to close the door behind you once you step out into the hall.

"Well," you say as you begin to walk your fingers along his pecs. "Since I am already awake and you're here..do you have some time?"

His eyebrows raise, hands slipping to your hips as he brings them flush against his own. "I think I can make some time. If you're sure you don't wanna just head back to bed," he adds sincerely, checking your expression to make sure.

"You two are worth losin' sleep for," you whisper, smiling as you lean in to press your lips to his again as you tug him into the bedroom.

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.” 

next time

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warnings: dabi being a menace (as always), injury and violence mention

You’ve been in a lot of hairy and otherwise life-threatening situations as a pro-hero. There’s the time you got pinned under a car, and that other time you were held at gunpoint. Oh! And there was even one afternoon where you’d ended up strung up by your ankle from a skyscraper window. Dangling 400 feet above cold, hard cement really encourages a person to reconsider their life choices (but apparently not enough to make you quit your job).

So curling up against the cool, stinky metal of a dumpster in some back alley in Hosu City with notorious League of Villains member Dabi crouching in front of you like the cat that got the cream, all things considered, really isn’t that surprising.

Your leg is busted, so you can’t run. And with the heavens above as your witness, you’d tried. The only good it served was to send bile up your throat and white hot pain shooting through the meat of your thigh. Not smart. Your side burns and blood bullies through the gaps between your fingers, sticky and wet from the blast of a scummy criminal some ten minutes earlier. You hunch further against the dumpster, the adrenaline racing from your bloodstream leaves your body feeling tired, limbs leaden. You can’t fight anymore.

Feeling defeated, you huff a sigh and close your eyes. “Here to cut off all my limbs, leave me for dead? Isn’t that what you villains get up to on Monday nights?” 

“Dismemberment isn’t really my thing, doll.”

“Arson then? That seems to be more your speed.”

Dabi offers you a lazy smile. “Arson’s fine.”

“Mmm, nice,” your side throbs and you wince. “Well? Hero barbecue tonight? ‘M sure the League would love that.”

Your comment goes ignored. “It’s nice to see you again, little hero. Rough night?”

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𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄

in which: you take tomioka ice skating as a way of destressing from the tough mission you were sent on. turns out, the water hashira isn't that good at it.

warnings: 1.5k, fluff, descriptions of trauma from demon slaying, reader is a hashira ! gn!reader, bad characterisation ? idk i've only watched the anime + first kny work :3

˗ˏˋ XMAS MASTERLIST ´ˎ˗

The moon was beautiful tonight. 

You admire the silver light seeping through the leaves in awe, loving them even more so when watching the way they fall on Tomioka’s half-half haori. A beautiful sight to behold; he is, even during the darkest hour and parts of you still feel a little scarred and vulnerable from the mission you were just sent on.

Tomioka, on the other hand, seems as unscathed as ever and you admire him now more than ever. With the blood of demons still lingering on your sword, and the symbol of your growth as a hashira donned on the uniform you wear, there’s still parts of you that have not hardened from the harshness of this job.

To stand on the front lines between life and death won’t ever get easier, but you’ve been saying that to yourself ever since you first wielded your Nichirin sword.

“Aren’t you cold, Tomioka?” You asked whilst rubbing your hands along your biceps, hoping to create some warmth from the friction.

“No,” comes his curt reply, as ever.

You huff, your breathe condensing into a momentary cloud before fading away. 

“Why, are you?” He asks in a uncharacteristically attempt to continue conversation.

“A little, I guess the post-battle adrenaline has washed off.”

The dark-haired remains silent.

“Uh, good job today by the way,” you pipe up again after several beats of silence. “You were amazing, as always.”

Tomioka doesn’t say anything. Even after countless missions together, you still can’t reach him easily. Despite being the hashira that you work with the most, Tomioka is also the one you are still strangers with. The prospect of being sent on a mission with him sometimes makes you more nervous than hearing about where you’re fighting, or who.

As the snow continues to fall, covering up the footsteps you and Tomioka are leaving behind, you think you’re about to leave the forest, and you’re right when you hear a collection of laughter and delighted shrieks. From multiple people- probably a crowd.

Placing a hand on your sword handle just in case, you jump onto a stable tree branch to gain a higher perspective, hoping that it would be tall enough to overlook the hill.

“It’s just an ice skating rink,” you tell the water hashira, relieved and welcoming the sight of many delighted people in one place. 

“Then let’s continue back to headquarters,” he responds dryly as you land on the snow beside him with little sound.

“Wait,” you brush off the snow that managed to get on you. “I’m going to patrol this area, there’s a lot of people and susceptible to demon attacks, especially in the place we were sent to protect.”

He narrows his eyes ever so slightly at you. “You want to ice skate.” 

Poking out your tongue, you shrug in faux innocence. “I’ll still be on guard,” you defend. “You’re welcome to head back to headquarters before me.”

Tomioka’s expression doesn’t change and with a little hesitation, you turn away from him to head towards the ice skating rink, part of you still hoping he’d relent and join you. It was a lot more lit up than you thought, with many candles in lanterns hung around the area to illuminate the dark for skaters.

As you approach a booth that nursed rows upon rows of ice skates, the attendant offers you a smile in greeting. “What’s your shoe size?”

When you tell her, she then looks behind you.

“And how about you, sir?” She questions and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion before turning around, only to be greeted by the same haori you’ve been staring at the entire night. Tomioka doesn’t falter at your surprise, calmly delivering his answer as the store attendant then goes off to find your requests.

You truly did not think Tomioka would accompany you - you didn’t even hear his footsteps! Nor sense his presence! He truly baffled you sometimes.

“I thought you would return to headquarters to Master and deliver the report,” you murmur. He looks at you with those dead eyes.

“His instructions were that we must travel as a pair. In case there are demons, I’m here for backup.” His bluntness brings an affectionate smile to your face unknowingly, and you turn back to the employee when she comes back with your skates.

Sitting down at a nearby bench, you ignore how cold the planks are on the back of your legs and swiftly put the skates on. It’s when you stand up that you realise a certain Water Hashira is having difficulty putting his on. 

“Need some assistance?” You ask. He nods, a little shy in the way he slumps, and part of you melts at the new side of Tomioka.

He’s silent while you do up his shoes, watching the way your hands work nimbly. 

“Have you ever gone ice skating, Tomioka?”

“No.”

“Would you like some help?”

“Yes, please.”

You offer him your hand which he takes promptly, and when he stand up on the skates, he wobbles a little before gaining his balance. “Ice skating is a little weird at first, but eventually it’s just like walking, but a lot faster.”

He nods with pursed lips, his cheeks now beginning to turn red from the frost. You try not to focus too much on how Tomioka’s calloused hands feel around yours, and how close he’s standing to you. 

“Nothing to be scared of though, I’m here.”

Tentatively, you guide him over to the edge of the ice, going on first before he does. At least there wasn’t a lot of people on this frozen over pond, allowing your acquaintance to take his time with adjusting to the ice.

He steps on and immediately loses his balance, holding onto you for dear life as he silently freaks out about the slippery surface below his skates. You have to hold in your amusement as you stabilise yourself to become a good base of support.

Eventually, he stands up, looking at you with wide eyes. 

“Good, good. Now just give yourself a little push from one foot!”

He follows your command, gliding a little too far along the ice that you had to move out of his way so he wouldn’t crash into you. He then looks at you with a little more fear in his eyes.

“You’re doing well! C’mon, just a little more,” you encourage, backing away a little so he has more room to move. “One foot at a time.”

The Water Hashira follows your instructions to a T, and you find yourself talking less and less as his hold on you lessens, eventually you transition to just holding him with one hand, now skating side by side with him.

“You’re a quick learner,” you compliment with a reassuring smile. His shoulders aren’t so stiff anymore, but his hold on you is tight, tight enough that if he’s going down, you’re going down with him too. 

And, funnily enough, you do.

It’s almost comical, how he falls backwards and naturally, pulls you into his space as well. You only have a quick second to react, and no matter how good someone’s reflexes are, on ice, it’s not the same. Placing your hand on one side of his body, perfectly on his haori, as the other goes to the opposite side, you just register the awkward position you’ve landed in.

Whilst he’s on his butt, you’re on all fours, set over his legs as his face is dangerously close to yours.

His warm breath is close enough to graze your face whilst he looks at you with shock.

You laugh it off, shaking the ice on your hand as you retreat to your own space. A beat passes and Tomioka too, to your surprise, begins laughing. His laughter is quiet but so warm, almost ironic for the coldness that coated the two of you like a blanket.

As the ice dampens to seep through your shins and his bottom, it’s hard to find it a bother, not when you’re both laughing at his clumsiness.

Any threat of demons in the area are forgotten and for a moment, everything feels fine. There’s no one to avenge, there aren’t any family members to protect, and you’ve been momentarily transported away from the battlefield to laugh with Tomioka Giyuu, an equally traumatised and guarded man with a golden heart.

“Let’s get back up,” you murmur, offering him your hand once more. Slowly, you stand up.

“Your hands are cold,” he whispers.

“So are yours,” you counter, watching as he rises to stand above you.

The hours keep ticking through the night as you and Tomioka make your way around the rink a couple times. People come and go, he gets a little more confident but despite that, he never seems to let go of your hand and you can’t find it in yourself to complain. Tomioka falls over a couple more times, sometimes you catch yourself before you can go down with him. 

But when you do find yourself on the ice, eye-to-eye with him, you can’t help but laugh again. 

And he can’t help but join. Even though it’s so cold, the Water Hashira warms at how pretty you are when you’re smiling.