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A Taste of Your Own Medicine

Author’s Note: I finally did it! One of my bigger projects finished! And this is the most ambitious thing I’ve posted in a while! It’ll be my biggest post for sure! I truly, truly hope you guys enjoy this. I hope this sickfic can make you feel a bit better during these times. (*slaps fic* This bad boy can fit so many cuddles in it). Thank you all for your encouragement and support, it’s honestly what helped me get this finished! Also, I swear I’ve been over this thing more than thirty times to try and catch mistakes, but it’s a lot so if I missed mistakes I apologize.

Word Count: 18,300

Warnings: Blood, Medication Use, Vomiting, I’m not a doctor in any way shape or form, so please don’t take any of this as a personal guide.

As Always, Read Safely, And Please Enjoy!

Lucifer, then Satan and Mammon. After that came Beel and Belphie, followed up by Levi. Lastly Asmo. All of them, every single one, had fallen ill. Try as they may, none of them had been safe, and you’d been the main one working to nurse them back to health despite you knowing nothing about caring for demons. It had been...what was the right word? Grueling? No. Enjoyable? Well you couldn’t quite say that either. It had its ups and downs. Working for about a month straight on little sleep wasn’t exactly a dream job, but the affection and actions you’d seen were priceless. The pictures on your phone and the memories in your head would keep your heart warm for the rest of your life, but you could go no further. You were done. Done with being a nurse. Done with restless nights. Done with this illness.

The House of Lamentation had finally begun to feel normal again, normal except for your persistent fatigue accompanied by strange shifts in your body temperature. It started off small at first, you had hardly noticed. Unfortunately, it had grown rather rapidly, impeding your day-to-day life. The fuzzy thoughts in the back of your mind knew that something was unnatural. Your body shouldn’t feel like this. Yet, afraid of facing the truth, or hoping you were just overreacting, you insisted that just sleeping it off would bring you back to normal.

Only... you should’ve known. You should’ve seen the signs. The sneezing, the breathlessness you felt with the simplest of things, the discomfort settling in your bones. What were you going to do? Well, you figured the best thing to do was move onward, acting like nothing was amiss. Fake it till you make it. Whatever it was would go away on its own, it had to.

But it wouldn’t, and as much as they would refuse to admit it, each demonic member of the household had grown fond of being fussed over by you. Tugging you in all directions, demanding constant attention, wearing your energy down to dust. Although, if you were being entirely honest, they tended to do that regardless. However, after being treated so specially, their neediness grew tenfold. Thus, without giving yourself a break, every morning you ended up feeling worse than the day before, and it was only going downhill from there. Perhaps you should’ve told them, nipping it in the bud before it had a change to blossom into something terrible. In retrospect, that should’ve been the obvious path to take. Yet, driven by some desire you couldn’t place, you pushed yourself so far past the breaking point that your own body had to stop you.

Waking up to your alarm in the early hours of this particular morning was more difficult than you’d like to admit. Removing the blankets might as well have been pushing stones off your body. Your limbs felt stiff, gravity’s pull was stronger than it should’ve been, and moving forward was like pushing through waves of molasses. However, you went forward, still fooled under some grand delusion that you’d feel better once you freshened up. Gathering up a change of clothes and a towel for your morning shower, you stumbled out of your room. Getting to the bathroom had been a blur, the only thing you could recall was consistently leaning your weight against the wall to keep your legs steady. You’d met no one in your path, assuming they must’ve all already been in the dining hall, the faint smell of breakfast foods flooding the hallways. It made your stomach churn.

Before anyone could see you in this downright pathetic state, you entered the bathroom, shutting the door behind you and locking it. You took a moment to catch your breath and press your forehead against the cold wood of the door. It felt amazing against your skin. But you couldn’t linger, you had to get ready for RAD. As you turned, you came up to the sink, settling your items on the side of the bowl. It was then you saw your face in the mirror for the first time that morning. Biting your lip, you splashed some water on your face, hoping it would wash away some of the hints of sickness-- the not-sickness...you weren’t sick. Right? You couldn’t have caught the demon illness, right? Was it possible? Your head was throbbing, the heart in your chest pounding in panic. What were you going to do? You couldn’t miss classes, you couldn’t let anyone know, you couldn’t be a burden. Brush your teeth, you thought. Get ready, play it off. It’s not that bad. It’s not that bad. Stop overreacting.

Showering felt nice, it was the only thing so far that let you feel some peace. The steamy hot water released some of the tension in your temples and lungs. Although, the intense heat made you lightheaded, and a single little misstep in the shower had you almost plummet to the floor. Shaking, gasping for air, desperately attempting to cling to the slick stone wall, you slowly sat on the wet tiles, leaning your body back so the stream of water landed directly on your chest. The comfort almost coaxed you back into sleep, but before you could fall into slumber, you jolted. How long had you been in there? Five minutes? Half an hour? You could forget about washing your head today. Crawling out of the shower, the frigid air burnt the inside of your nose, shuddering you with a few sneezes. Not good. You rushed to dry yourself off and pull your uniform on. Before you headed down to the dining hall, you blew your nose, shook your head, and prepared yourself to sound as normal as possible. Somehow you managed not to stumble down the stairs, something you were thankful for. Maybe it wasn’t as severe as you thought it was.

Arguing could be heard past the hall doors. That wasn’t too rare, it’d become tradition almost, to the point where being met with an unclamorous silence was somewhat threatening. What was it this time? Mammon stealing something? Beel eating something? Belphie not doing something?

It was hard to comprehend the words, but you could make out the important pieces. “I bought that for ya, so it… … … that I took it back!” Mammon growled.

“Once you… … … it was mine!” Asmo shrieked. “It wasn’t yours to sell … … … buy it in the first place!”

Ah, so it was another Mammon related issue, you didn’t need to be a hardcore gambler to win that bet. Raised voices didn’t do any good for your head, the pressure in your eardrums throbbing. You stayed silent as you slid inside, or at least you tried to stay silent. Instead, you accidently made your presence prominent as you shut the doors too harshly behind you. Heads turned all at once, your knees threatening to turn to jelly under the gaze.

“Is something the matter, MC?” Lucifer asked, the first one able to sense something wrong. He always knew. You were never able to hide anything from him. However, the fact that you’d been able to play things off in his presence up till now settled a sort of twisted pride inside you. You blamed Pride himself for his bad influence. Lowering his cup from his lips, he raised an eyebrow.

You mustered up a usual grin. “Just...tired,” you lied. Had your throat always been this sore? And was it the table full of warm food, or was it terribly hot in here? Not the healing sort of temperature either, but rather the sticky suffocating heat that formed waves in your vision. Or maybe the room was swirling on its own? Tugging at the collar of your shirt, you took a single step forward, attempting to walk again. You lowered your head, turning away from the eldest, remaining as inconspicuous as possible for fear he’d take one good look at you and expose your troubles. Lucifer was not convinced, shifting his gaze between his morning cup of coffee and your strange stature. For the time being, he dropped his questions, lying in wait for you to exude any signs that you were lying.

Doing your best not to trip up, you eventually sat down at the dining table, a spot left open for you between Belphie--who was sitting up asleep--and Asmo. The demon of lust luckily didn’t seem to notice your weaker state, continuing on his tirade against his older brother. “Mammon, I swear to whatever forces may be listening that if you don’t get it back I will ruin you, you hear me?!”

“Yeah yeah, you can try!” Mammon scoffed.

Asmo spoke again, his words blocked out by the sudden ringing in your ears, the shrill noise spurring on pain behind your eyes. As you bit the inside of your cheek, you squeezed your eyes closed till the painful sound faded away. Only, opening them back up now seemed to make everything worse. The light was harsh, far too harsh, blinding rays striking off every reflective surface. Your vision started to swim, blurring the features of those around you. Squinting, you groaned a bit to yourself before lifting a utensil from the table, attempting to eat some of the breakfast in front of you before anyone became suspicious. Every bite sank heavily to the bottom of your stomach.

“Will the two of you be quiet, for sin’s sake?!” Satan boomed, his wrath peeking through his composure as his brothers started to take their spat too far, interrupting what should’ve been a quiet morning. Although, when had that ever happened? Magic spilling from their fingertips, demon forms exposed, Mammon and Asmo were each ready to brawl it out at any moment. The ruckus finally managed to stir Belphie who was visibly irritated.

The miniscule amount of food you had eaten started to already stir sickeningly within you. The sweltering heat you had felt before stripped away in a moment, a frightening chill creeping over your body. Before you could think, you got to your feet, breathless, heart pounding as an overwhelming presence of something agonizing forced you to move. Getting up too quickly caused the whole world to rock, your head doing somersaults. Lucifer obviously was now convinced everything was far from fine as you swayed on your own two feet, the legs of his chair screeching against the hardwood floor as he stood. Everyone in the room quickly went quiet, all eyes on you as you fumbled. The weight of their attention seemed to push you further over the edge. “It’s...I’m…” You needed to move, to be anywhere but here, so you staggered a few steps away from the group.

You heard the thud before you felt it, not quite comprehending what it meant to feel the floor fall out from beneath you as the world shifted sideways. The area became a chorus of shouts as seven demons called out your name. You didn’t fully blackout. Your consciousness was too stubborn to be snuffed out like that, but you couldn’t fully talk or move either.

A pair of arms wrapped around you, bringing you close to their body. Despite being right next to you, somehow everything still felt so far away, like you were experiencing everything secondhand. The smoothness of leather touched your cheek before the glove was supposedly discarded, cold skin touching your face. “They’re burning up,” Lucifer announced, the undertones of his voice just barely wavering, or perhaps your sense of sound was just as skewed as your sight had been. He flipped his hand over, his knuckles brushing against your forehead. You tried opening your eyes to look at him, but it was next to impossible.

“MC?! Hey, what’s with you?!” Mammon shouted, two hands squeezing your shoulders. The panic in his words was apparent. “What’s wrong with them?!”

“I think they’re sick,” Belphie chimed.

Satan sounded distant, but his voice still drifted to your ears. “Should I alert Simeon and Solomon?”

Without warning, you sensed yourself being lifted off the floor, the sudden movement jerking the last strands of your consciousness back as you lurched into a black weightlessness. You swam through the fog, trying to pick back up the voices in the room.

“...the human world to get a few things,” someone spoke. As you shifted your body, the people went silent, but not for long.

“They’re awake!”

“Thank heavens…”

“Oi, everyone get off ‘em!”

Somehow, you found the energy to open your eyes. There were no arms holding you and the dining room was far gone. You were now in bed, in your room, surrounded by demons, angels, and the only other human in the Devildom. The confusion of the blank spot in your memory shot panic through your nerves, not to mention it was uncomfortable to be stared down like this. “What…?” You gasped, trying to sit up in bed. A washcloth slid off your forehead and down your face. Someone’s gentle hands guided you back into a lying position, taking the rag and putting it back in its place.

Lucifer had a chair pulled up to your bedside, lines popping up between his eyebrows in worry. He finished pressing you back up against your pillow, pulling the blankets back over your chest. “Don’t move too much,” he ordered, his words harsh but his eyes soft. “You collapsed in the dining hall.”

Well, that part you could recall. They must’ve brought you here. Despite it only feeling like a second, you must’ve been out long enough for the other exchange students to arrive. “Is-” You interrupted yourself with some coughs, quickly turning your head into your pillow. Even just speaking left your lungs weak, but you had a question. “Is it…?

“It’s not what the brothers had if that’s what you’re asking,” Solomon nodded. “You as a human couldn’t catch that particular illness. Although if you had, you probably wouldn’t survive. So lucky you, right?” Levi nearly dropped to his knees at that prospect, eyes wide with fear, as if he wasn’t convinced that you were lucky at all. You had to admit, you felt far from it. Many of the other siblings shot the sorcerer a dirty glare, everyone’s nerves strangely on edge. Solomon closed his eyes and laughed a bit. “Aha, but like I said, it’s a very mortal disease. Just a cold or the case of the flu from what I can tell.”

“Just?” Mammon growled, barking out his opinions like an angry guard dog. “They’re lying here looking like they're two seconds away from pushin’ up daisies and you make guesses? You’ve been acting so calm and treating this like it ain’t that serious! And to be honest, it’s kinda tickin’ me off!” He took a few serious steps towards Solomon, shoulders squared, ready to fight. Luke ducked behind Simeon’s body for protection, but there was no need. Before he took things too far, Mammon growled and resumed his brisk pace around your room.

“I hate to agree with him,” Asmo started, “But Mammon’s right.” The fourth-born frowned, some of his outward sparkle dulled with concern. Every hint of his and Mammon’s dispute had faded away. “This isn’t a joke! You have to do something, Solomon! Save them!” Asmo flung himself over the sorcerer begging and pleading, reacting as if you were on your deathbed. Mammon pushed a haughty breath of air between his teeth, turning on his heels to sit beside you on the bed. His nervous energy could hardly be contained, erratically adjusting the blanket over your body as one of his legs bounced up and down rapidly.

Solomon shook his head, brushing Asmo off of him. “I was simply trying to lighten the mood.” You caught a flicker of amusement in his eyes as he watched these powerful demons on the brink of falling to pieces. “If treated properly, it shouldn't be fatal. Plenty of monitoring and rest and the body should heal on its own. Of course if it worsens or persists, then a doctor might be required, but we can cross that bridge when we get to it. Although, like I was saying, it would be best if I went to the human world to at least get some proper medicine. We wouldn’t want our MC here to suffer the full brunt of the symptoms, and I doubt the remedies here would have a desired effect.”

With that, Lucifer sighed, lifting his chin to address the sorcerer. “I shall accompany you to the human world. We’ll get what we need and come right back, understood?”

Either the demon of pride’s stern glare wasn’t at its peak today or Solomon was generally unaffected. The sorcerer looked past him and right at you with a grin on his face. “He gets rather overbearing when it comes to you doesn’t he?”

“We’re leaving,” Lucifer huffed, his arms wide to shepherd everyone out of your room. Several of his siblings cried out in protest. “Everyone out! The last thing MC needs is the bunch of you bothering them.” The only one he didn’t tug along was Simeon, the angel turning down the light and approaching you as soon as everyone had gone.

A short laugh rumbled in his throat. “They sure do care about you a lot,” he smiled. He took Mammon’s previous spot on the bed by you, settled by your hip. He discovered the bump in the blanket that served as your arm under the covers. Slowly, he ran his hand up and down over it. “What a terrible thing for you to be this sick.” It wasn’t often the angel frowned, but in this case he appeared deeply troubled, as if he was taking your pain as his own. “I can help you fall asleep if you’d like me to. Solomon warned me against using too much magic against your weakened immune system, but I should be able to let you sleep peacefully.” He waited for a response, not moving forward with anything till you nodded your head slowly. Golden light rushed to the ends of his fingers, the soft skin of his fingertips brushing against your eyelids to close them. A shudder ran down your spine, your own body tingling, and you wondered if it was his magic or simply just the tender gesture. “Rest well, MC,” Simeon whispered. “Feel better.” And then just like he suggested, your mind quickly got swept along into a blissful sleep.

Angelic magic or not, it didn’t seem to hold back the fever for long. Even in your dreams, all you could feel was frigid fire. Your nerves were fried, unable to tell if you were freezing to death or boiling. And the dreams...the images flashing in your mind of threats you couldn’t understand, dangers that filled you with panic. Someone was uttering words to you that you couldn't understand. All you could do was try to run, try to escape. Everything about you was screaming.

Through the mist of sickness, you could finally make out the voice. “...gotta...can’t...help…” After a few moments of the whimpering and the distress, you were alarmed to figure out it was the sound of your own voice. But you couldn’t even feel yourself saying the words.

“I’m here,” another person muttered past the darkness. “It’s alright…” The stranger shushed, trying to sound sweet to cover up the panic in their tone. “The one time I need that pompous jerk around and he’s gone. Figures.” You could hear a few pages being turned, a frustrated click of a tongue followed after. “Why didn’t I look this up before? Why wasn’t I prepared?” The anger from the other being in the room seemed to affect you. You thrashed a little, kicking your feet as if it would help push off the suffocating agony. Two hands clamped down on your shoulders, pinning you to the bed. “Calm down...Please calm down...I need to calm down.” Once you went back to being mostly still, more pages were turned. “Have the afflicted wear light clothing. I can do that.” A weight was shed off of you as the blanket pulled back. Air struck your sweat covered skin, sending chills down your body. You began to tremble. The front of your RAD uniform was tugged at, someone working at the buttons to shed the outer layer off your body.

“...won’t...s...sor...is…hah…” Your speech was broken, and even if you knew what you wanted to say, your mouth wouldn’t let you. Someone took your hands, lifting your arm to let gravity help assist in removing the sleeve. You could feel it slip before fully crashing against the bed like a dead weight, free of the thick uniform fabric. The same was done with the other arm. Then a hand supported the back of your neck, lifting your upper body just enough until the extra layer was yanked out from under you. Removing the jacket had been like opening an oven. Heat from your body suddenly escaped into the room, no longer trapped behind unnecessary insulation. Even in your rather deranged state, you could feel your shirt sticking to your skin. Now you seemed to be shuddering harder.

“Hydration...medication...Curses, Lucifer, get back here...Nothing...there’s nothing here!” The individual grunted in a growl of vexation, a frantic flutter of paper soaring further away before something heavy struck the ground far from you. You managed to stop moaning, switching to feverish panting. Your company tutted at you again, stroking the top of your head tenderly. “Can you even hear me at all? Breathe, MC, breathe.” It’s embarrassing to admit it took you much longer than you would’ve liked to remember how to control your breathing. Once you took some deeper inhales, you heard your caretaker sigh in relief. “Good…Well, not good, but better.”

Reality had sunken in almost completely now, just covered with a thin layer of dreamy haze. You cracked your eyes open, a mess of blonde hair and worried green eyes looking down at you. “S-Sa...tan,” you murmured.

His hand stroked your head a few more times before grabbing the wet rag again and dotting it across your face. The energy you needed to retain consciousness was quickly fading. Satan’s hands grasped your face. “Hold on! Look at me again, come on.” With every ounce of power you had left, you lifted your eyelids as much as you could. Still half-lidded, you only caught glimpses of his green sweater as he slid one hand under your back, lifting you up gently. Your head bobbed down, chin against your chest as Satan settled your back against your headboard. Gentle fingers lifted your head, some plastic brought to your lips. “You have to stay hydrated, drink just a little.” You wrapped your lips around the straw, sucking water into your body until you felt like you were going to be sick again. Satan moved to put the cup back down, and in that time he made the mistake of letting you go. Gravity tugged your body down, nearly slipping out of bed, threatening to fall to the floor. Thankfully, the demon of wrath was there to catch you. Head resting against his shoulder, you breathily let out a ‘thank you’ that was probably closer to a slurred series of sounds rather than a statement.

His arms wrapped tightly around you. “Don...lea…ve...”

Then everything went black again.

When consciousness flooded back to your mind, you had no idea how long it had been. Turning to your other side, you rubbed your head against the pillow. Everything was still much too warm. You slipped an arm under your heavy headrest, hoping to get to the cooler side. Your pillow twitched. Your pillow...was moving? Up. Down. Slow. Rising with steady breaths. You woke up, shifting enough in your spot to alert the person in your bed. Placing a book to the side, Satan rubbed one of your shoulders. Taking a moment to realize what position you were in, you felt your stomach flop once you came to the conclusion that you were lying against Satan’s legs, clinging to his clothes, hand against his lower back, head resting against his stomach. “You alright?” Satan wondered, pressing a hand to your forehead. You didn’t need to speak for him to know the answer. Not really. “I’ll admit, you had me worried for a while there.” He sat up fully, your head sliding back to your pillow--your actual pillow. You quickly retracted your death grip on him, hugging your arms close to your body. If there could be any more heat in your cheeks, there would be.

Shame creeped into your bones. “S...sorry.”

His expression brightened a small amount, pleased with the fact that you could speak mostly clearly now, even if your voice did sound ragged. He pulled the blanket back over your shoulders and up near your chin. “Don’t worry about that, just worry about feeling better.” He twisted his body, grabbing something off your nightstand again. “Here, have some more water. Everything I’ve read says that you need to stay hydrated at all times.” You dug your elbow into the mattress, lifting your head enough to not choke as you drank. As Satan lowered the glass, you noticed it was almost completely empty. You didn’t remember drinking that much. Exactly how delusional had you been earlier? How much had you forgotten? You downed the rest of the drink in small sips, lying back down when you were done.

“Did…” You squeaked. “Did I do anything…”

“Weird?” Satan finished your sentence for you. “So you don’t remember all of it, I take it?” You shook your head. “You started moaning, hyperventilating. Once you calmed down a bit you collapsed on me and refused to let me go. I figured since I was going to monitor you anyway I would…” A small blush formed on his cheeks. “Hold you till Lucifer got home.”

You looked away from his face, still a bit self conscious. You decided to change the subject. “He’s still gone?”

Satan’s lips almost curled into a little snarl. “Yes. I have no idea why he’s decided to take his sweet time to-” He cut himself off short, clearing his throat and removing any traces of rage. “Don’t worry about him, I’m sure he’ll be home soon with the medicine.” You felt the top of your head being pet again, tempting you to close your eyes. “Until then, is there anything I can get for you?” You shook your head once more, allowing yourself to indulge in your impulses, moving closer to his body. Despite seeming mostly unaffected by the intimacy earlier, he took in a short sharp breath, lifting his head to the side to hide part of his face. His hand was near your face, tauntingly close, reminding you of how chill his skin was and how good it felt to have him stroke your head. You closed your eyes, bringing your head forward enough to bump against his wrist. A stifled gasp rang through the air before he took a deep breath. “It’s unfortunate that you had to be this sick to…” His sentence trailed off, his hand that you’d ran into pressed against your burning cheeks before brushing against your hair, running down the length of locks before starting again. “Conserve your energy,” he whispered. “Go back to bed.”

“... … how are they?”

“...still feverish… …sleeping for a long time…”

“I’ll take over… … get some rest.”

Soft voices somehow roused you from your deep sleep, the final click of your door leaving you awake. You flitted your eyes open, immediately upset with how dry and crusty they felt. It didn’t help you feel any better when you noticed Lucifer by your bed, busy observing a small cardboard container. He was quick to notice you move, turning his head towards you as you wiped the grime from your eyes with the back of your finger. How embarrassing. Having to be sick, weak, vulnerable, positively distasteful, and in front of the people you thought highly of no less. Memories of Satan flooded back into your mind. Would they all think less of you after this? For how low you’d fallen? For how weak you were? You couldn’t let that happen. What had happened with Satan couldn’t be helped, but from here on out you would do your best to be independent. You adjusted to sit up.

“What did I say about moving too much?” He scolded, his hand outstretched to settle you back down. You swept his gesture away, sitting up fully and focusing on the item in his hand. A regular box of human world medicine. You reached out for it, and despite being annoyed you’d swatted him away, he handed it to you. The tones of his voice casually shifted from his typical strict nature to low and sweet. “Is...this the one you need?” You glanced it over. Gel pills, daytime and nighttime ones, for cold and flu symptoms. You nodded. He seemed relieved. “It doesn’t happen often, but I was glad for Solomon’s help in picking the proper medicines,” he admitted. “Who knew humans needed so many medications? And you even have entire shops dedicated to them.” He shook his head as a deep frown formed on his face as if he just realized how fragile and complicated human bodies could be. You sighed, agreeing with him in your mind. You were thankful he managed to bring this back though, for as much as you hated proving he was right, you desperately wanted the medicine to ease your aching symptoms. You tried prying the flap open, annoyed when it refused to tear apart. From out of the corner of your eye, you swore you spotted the smallest smirk cross over Lucifer’s face. “Would you like some help?” You grumbled, turning your torso away from him as you attempted again to open the simple package. In slight sadistic fashion, he simply observed you struggle for another few minutes before you tore the box open. Even just working on that had you nearly breathless, but you scrounged up a little triumphant grin. Pulling out one of the bubble sheets, you settled the box back in your lap which Lucifer quickly picked up, returning to read the details printed on the back. “No more than four doses a day,” he announced. “You can take two of those pills now and then wait for four hours before you can take any more.” He read all that out with the confidence of a doctor who knew exactly what he was prescribing. “I want you to check in with me before you decide to take more, understood?”

You desperately wanted to be snippy about it, but the energy for defense was long gone. Plus, you knew that he needed to have his hands on the reins at all times, and his stubbornness was especially bad when it was a situation he had no control over. “Okay,” you squeaked, pressing your thumb tightly against the foil backing until the pills were free. Dumping them out into your palm, you sighed to yourself once you spotted the empty glass of water from earlier. You’d have to go refill it.

As soon as you pushed the blankets back and swung your legs out of bed to stand up, Lucifer tightly gripped your shoulders. Normally, he would’ve reacted before the thought even crossed your mind, but your actions must’ve stunned him more than usual. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Wincing a little, you cleared your throat before you spoke. “I need water.” You tried to get back up, but your weakened strength was no match against Lucifer’s, and he was hardly trying.

“Then let me get some for you.” Your lips parted to utter out a rebuttal but he’d have none of it. He grasped your ankles, pulling your legs back into bed and folding the covers back over the lower half of your body. He pointed a gloved finger at you. “You’re not to move.” He plucked the empty glass off the tabletop, striding out of your door before you could even try to argue. A low groan rumbled in your chest, your lungs convulsing out a few more coughs. By the time you got your breathing managed again, the demon of pride was back in your room, handing you a fresh glass of water. A deeper frown tugged at the corners of his mouth as he watched ripples form in the liquid as your hand shook. Attempting to stabilize your hold only seemed to make it worse. He reached out, his intention to help you drink. Before he could, you popped both pills in your mouth and grasped at the cup with both hands as you brought the rim to your lips, watching his arm fall dejectedly back to his sides. Even the smooth gel coating went down rough, feeling more like two sharp stones scraping the inside of your esophagus. With your nose more stopped up than usual, by the time you were done drinking you were gasping for air, resulting in coughs again, hard enough to nearly make you gag. Lucifer took the cup from you before you could drop it, settling it on your nightstand. You were bowled over, tears streaming from your eyes. Rare panic crossed over Lucifer’s face, rubbing your back till the coughing fit came to an end. He took a deep inhale once it was over. Then he placed his touch over your forehead again, his thumb gently rubbing against your temple. When he retracted, you nearly let a little moan betray your feelings. You’re supposed to be independent, you reminded yourself. Lucifer shifted in his seat a bit, brandishing another item from his pockets. “We got one of these things as well,” he explained, taking the little item between his fingers and squinting to better study it. “He said it would be useful in monitoring your temperature, but...he failed to explain how it worked.”

If you were feeling even just a bit better, you would’ve laughed. Lucifer took the thermometer and pointed the end towards your forehead, his eyebrows raised as he waited for something to happen, only to scowl when nothing did. You let a similar cocky expression coat your face as he was the one to struggle with something so simple this time. If only he knew he had the right idea but the wrong type. He’d gotten one of the older fashioned versions. “This kind goes under my tongue,” you explained.

“Really?” He hummed. “How strange. Seems...messy.” He held the end close to your mouth, his face showing no signs of amusement this time as he waited. You hesitated, your heart beating faster at the emotions swelling in your chest. Independent, independent, independent, you repeated in your mind. Only, you’d caught him in a very impatient mood. With his other hand, he cupped it around your chin, carefully pulling your jaw down till he could slip the end of the thermometer under your tongue. You pressed your lips back together, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. The small device beeped once it got its reading. Lucifer pulled it out and brought it back towards him. “101.4” He ran a frustrated hand through his hair before settling the thermometer down, attempting to guide your body back down in a lying position.

You stopped him, grabbing his wrist, eyes focusing on anything other than his face. “You don’t...have to do this.”

He entertained you, fully capable of pushing you down should he desire it, but he let you keep him in your grasp. His eyes narrowed. “What thing in particular are you talking about?”

Taking as deep of a breath your lungs would allow, you corrected yourself. “You don’t have to take care of me, I mean.” Words strained and cracking, they did little to convince the demon. “I’m well enough to take care of myself. Trust me, I’ve done it plenty before.”

Distrustful and discouraged, he stiffened, tugging his wrist away. “Be that as it may, while you are down here you are my responsibility. It is part of my duty to ensure you are safe and well looked after. Do you expect me to just walk away from my role?”

You’ll admit, it wasn’t very rational, but something other than the fever in you burned. “I’m not an assignment to be written off, Lucifer.”

“You know I didn’t mean that.” His crimson eyes looked down at you for a moment, the air silent between you save for the faint rattling in your chest. Eventually, he spoke back up, the previous forbidding expression gave way to a small smile. He closed his eyes and chuckled a little, taking you aback. ��When did you ever get so prideful? Is it too bold to assume it’s my doing?” Then his hand moved forward, unbothered by your past attempt to push him away. He brushed sticky strands of hair away from your face. “If you truly don’t want me here, I will leave.” Your chest seemed to flutter at his words. It wasn’t that you...didn’t want him there. It was that you did. Almost too much. If there was anything you didn’t want, it was to be a hindrance. You knew how busy Lucifer was. His trip to the human world had probably already doubled his workload, and if you were right they’d all skipped classes for your sake, and- “MC.” He cupped your face, the look on his face told you that he knew everything you were thinking. “Not worrying about anything else, not overthinking it, do you want me here, yes or no? A simple question and two simple options.”

“I…” You knew the answer, and he did too, trying to hold back his amusement until he could hear the answer for himself. “If...you...want to.”

He shook his head in a defeated way. “You’re incorrigible, you know that don’t you?” With your acceptance, he took your shoulders, letting you lie down. He took the rag that had fallen off to the side, gently brushing it across your face. Under your eyes, over your cheekbones, under your chin. Then he leaned forward, his upper body resting against your bed, his head propped up under one of his hands. He gazed at you, tracing your jawline with his knuckle. The skin across his cheeks turned a light pink. “Of course I want to be with you. Not a moment goes by that I don’t desire to be at your side.”

The fast acting medicine and the fact that you’d been so distracted by his peaceful touch, you’d totally missed what he’d told you. “Hm?” You sleepily hummed, too focused on how close his body was to yours.

“Nothing,” he mused, making sure you were secure under the covers. “I’ll tell you once you’ve recovered. Sleep now.”

The muscles in your body slowly woke you up, screaming at you to change positions after having slept like a stone for Diavolo-knows how long. Eyes still closed, sleep still foggy on your mind, you turned over in bed. However, even with the smallest amount of alertness you possessed, you were very aware of how...generally upsetting your body felt. Soon it was all you could focus on, forcing you awake. Groaning, mourning the comfort of sleep, you slowly stretched out your weary legs. Your feet pressed against a foreign lump in your bed.

Mammon shot up, uncurling himself from the foot of your bed as he apparently woke up from a nap. “MC!” He crawled forward, placing both of his hands on the side of your face. “How ya feeling?” His sudden energy left you a bit winded, still trying to comprehend him caressing your face so tenderly. He let his arms drop to your shoulders. You shifted under his gaze, shaking your head.

“Like garbage…” Hot, sweaty, gross, you felt uncomfortable in your own skin. Mammon frowned, his blue eyes wide and shimmery. He resembled a puppy for just a second, observing your face for any sort of hope that by some miracle you’d fully recovered. When he saw you were still the worst for wear, he sighed, grabbing the covers around you and tucking it against your legs. Only, the blanket wasn’t one that you owned. Running your hands over the fabric, you noticed that this was one of Lucifer’s blankets. It was lighter and cooler than the blanket you had on before. You took in the rest of your room for a moment, noticing more than one thing out of place. Mammon had been resting on one of Belphie’s pillows, one of his new expensive ones. In fact the pillow you had been sleeping on was replaced with one of Sloth’s. On your nightstand, near your box of medicine and a box of tissues was a little diffuser, one you recognized as Asmo’s. A small plume of steam flushed out of the top, a mild comforting scent spreading throughout the space. A book that wasn’t yours, a replica of some sword draped over your table, and a number of other things that had never been between your walls before were littered here and there. You tilted your head. “Where did these things come from?” You wondered.

Mammon lowered his eyelids, his hands on his hips as he settled into a more comfortable seating position beside you. “Listen, my hands get grabby sometimes when I get anxious.”

You simply blinked at him. “You were worried?”

His sincere expression changed as he frowned, pink touching his cheeks as he shook his head. “W-well of course! Lucifer would make sure I never saw a lick of Grimm again if something happened to you…” His voice turned to a lower mumble. “And what, you thought I wouldn’t be worried after watching you take a spill like that? Had me thinking you’d bit the dust for a second!” His eyes flickered around the room as if he was making sure you two were truly alone. Then he leaned past you, fluffing up the pillow you had been laying on. As he straightened, he pressed his hand against your forehead, his body temperature much warmer than Lucifer’s. “Never make me that worried again, yeah? I...You see...Just don’t, okay?”

You hummed an affirming tone, nodding, a small smile creeping across your mouth. Then after the moment had passed, you shifted in your spot. You felt disgusting even after all that effort to take a shower this morning. Lucifer did say not to move too much, but right now you wanted to be clean more than anything. Pushing back the blankets encouraged a similar reaction to Lucifer’s earlier.

“Oi! What do you think you’re doing?!” Mammon scurried to his feet, standing in front of you with his arms wide to block you from moving, even though you had yet to even leave the bed. “Bed rest means staying in bed last I checked!”

“Please, Mammon, I just want to take a shower, I’m grimy and gross. I feel like an over-steamed dumpling.”

“Don’t let Beel hear you say that.” You managed to stand up, but your sense of balance left much to be desired. On instinct you ended up grabbing Mammon’s shoulders to keep from falling over. “Alright, nuh uh, you can barely move! What if you end up falling and cracking that head of yours open, huh?” Your mind was brought back to your morning mishap and near tumble in the shower from before. “You’re lucky you didn’t injure yourself too badly earlier!”

Your eyes widened. “H-how did you know about that? I don’t remember telling anyone.”

His eyebrows raised. “I’m talking about the dining hall, dummy. But now that you’ve let that little detail slip there’s not any chance I’ll let you go now! No way.” He put one arm under yours to keep you steady, ready to keep you back in bed for good.

Gathering up what little energy you had, you took several deep breaths, gently pushing yourself away from his body until you were standing on your own, just barely stable. “Mammon, please?” It had been your goal up until now to look as far from pathetic as possible, yet now you poured all that into your expression, eyes pleading, head tilted a bit to the side.

He squirmed. “Tch, you think you can do whatever you want just by giving me some puppy-eyes? Who do you think I am?”

“Fine,” you grumbled. “I bet Asmo would let me take a shower. Maybe I should call him and have him take care of me instead.”

“Asmo?! I...you...fine! But I’m c-coming with you, to make sure you stay safe and all.”

You lowered your eyes at him. “You can stay outside the bathroom.”

“I’m not payin’ for a busted door if I need to break in. I’m going inside! I’ll just turn around or somthin’.”

He stared you down with a nature stubborn enough to match your own. In your state now, you had little time to squabble. “Fine.” You started walking, leaning against bits of furniture to keep you steady. Acting rather gentlemanly, Mammon rushed ahead of you to open your door. Once he did, he took your arm tucked against his in a sort of escorting fashion. Saying nothing, you both took steady silent steps to the bathroom. You were immensely pleased to find it unoccupied, leaving Mammon’s side to step in. Like he promised he would, he followed you inside, shutting the door before his cheeks turned dark with embarrassment. He turned, parking himself in a corner with his face to the wall.

“I-I’ll be right here in case something happens, alright?” For him to come this far for you was...The added heat rushing through your body only caused you to feel worse, so you flicked on the water to heat up as you stripped. As you were taking off your pants, balancing on one leg, you teetered to the side, nearly falling. The tub right next to you served as your saving grace. You panted, cursing at yourself for being so clumsy. “You alright?!” Mammon clasped his hands over his face before turning around. “MC?” Riddled with nervous anxiety, he danced back and forth on his feet.

“I’m okay,” you wheezed. Just barely. You planted your foot against the fabric of your pants, tugging your other leg out. “Just keep looking at that wall.” You questioned the idea of him being in here at first, but now you were beginning to have little trust in yourself. What if you did collapse, locked, exposed inside an empty room till someone came looking for you? You shuddered. Climbing into the shower, you pulled the curtains across the rod until you were completely concealed. You let out a breath of relief as the steam once again cleared up your airways, the pressure building up in your head loosening. Shutting your eyes, you let the water wash over you, cleaning off the sticky sweat that had clung to your body. You simply stood there for a few moments, appreciating the serenity. Then you figured it would be best to get yourself clean while you had the capacity to. Reaching down for the soaps you used, you washed your hair and vigorously scrubbed down your body, envisioning all the germs swirling down the drain. Although by the time you were done, you became aware of the fact that you might’ve made the water a bit too hot, and you might’ve once again pushed yourself a little too far. Nausea came along with the dizziness, the floor losing it’s feeling of solidity. After you turned the water off, you tore the shower curtain back, stepping onto the bathroom mat.

“You done?” Mammon asked. Right now, all you could do was grunt in response. The small burst of energy you possessed had plummeted. You bypassed the towels and straight for your clothes. Only, the clothes you had been wearing previously were gone. On cue, Mammon explained. “Oh I got you some pajamas. Not good to be lying in those same clothes all day, besides, I got you something comfier.” Folded up on the floor by the tub were a comfortable pair of your pajamas. Pushing aside your humiliation, you picked up the “pajamas” he’d picked out for you. One of your shorts and...one of his t-shirts. It was one he had bought on a whim, much like most of his other purchases. Merch from an action movie you and him had watched in the theaters a while ago. He loved this thing. You could only stare at it for a few seconds. Mammon was right, these would be much nicer to sleep in.

With a meek voice you started slipping into the new outfit, still dripping. “T-thank you.” You had hardly finished poking your head through the shirt before your knees began to tremble. Your head felt foggy, your mind threatening to slip. “M-Mammon,” you gulped, your voice shaking.

He spun around, eyes squeezed shut. “What? What is it? Are you bleeding? Are you hurt? Are you dressed? Can I look?” As soon as you ‘mm-hm’ed he flashed his eyes open, took in the sight of your shuddering frame before hurrying over to you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head for a moment, the world disappearing as you plummeted to the floor. You woke up in his arms hardly a few seconds after your fainting spell. Held tightly against his body, he wrapped his limbs around you, supporting you to keep you upright. “Hey, hey!” His voice shook as he squeezed you. “MC!”

“ ‘s too...hot.”

“Stupid human…” He muttered, his rugged tone falling short. “And you’re still drenched! Are you trying to make yourself even worse?” When his sharp remarks were met with your silence, he pulled you closer. “Ah...Really not good, huh?” He asked softly, one of his hands rubbing your back. You could only slowly shake your head. “Let’s get you back to bed, eh?” He brushed some damp hair away from your face before he dragged you out the door, his distress growing ever more visible the more you seemed to slump harder against him. It felt like an eternity inching back to your room, flopping facedown onto your bed as soon as it was in your sights. The mattress bobbed up and down, the movement surprisingly soothing, almost lulling your body to a light sleep right then and there. “Alright, come on. It’ll do you no good to fall asleep like that.” Mammon helped lift you up, letting you settle your head against his body, arms wrapped around his neck as he worked to get you back under the covers. He tucked you in, moving about the room nervously the less responsive you became. Shutting your eyes to conserve some energy, you listened to him curse under his breath, grumbling to himself about “fragile humans”. At some point, a dry fabric came into contact with the top of your head. You were pushed slightly to make some space for him to sit down. He adjusted you till your head was in his lap, the fabric massaging against your wet hair. “Stupid human…” He repeated, softly scrubbing the towel against your scalp. “Why’d you have to go and get yourself sick, huh?”

“...didn’t...mean to...I’m sorry…”

The motions across your head stopped, then you felt the back of his hand stroke against your cheek. “Now don’t sound like that...Do you know how much it hurts me to see ya like this?” He paused and then resumed ensuring your hair was as dry as he could get it. “Don’t you worry, the Great Mammon will be right here for you till you feel better, alright?” His voice sounded strained. “So ya better get better…” You cracked your eyes open, pushing yourself up. “What’re you doing? I-“ He quickly cut himself off as soon as you settled yourself between his legs, head against his chest. You could hear his throat casually gasp for breath. His nose came down to nestle against the top of your head, his arms dropping the towel, instead wrapping around your body. “Don’t do this for anyone but me, ya hear? Only I...only I want to take care of you like this.” He pulled the blanket up around the both of you, his soft breaths growing deeper and deeper. Eventually you both fell asleep.

Your mind was flooded with more fever dreams, clips and scenes of moments your conscious mind wouldn’t even know how to explain. It blurred the line between what was real and what was simply your imagination, so in the moment, when you were disturbed from your sleep, you didn’t even react. Your body was moved, flipped over, weightless, moved from the soft surface you were on to something firmer. You could only process it for a mere second before you were plunged back into a nonsensical plot your frayed mind came up with. After what felt like some time, you were just barely awoken again when harsh and hushed whispers buzzed in your ears.

“They shouldn’t be down here!”

“So cute! I mean, poor thing.”

“Are they still asleep?”

“Take them back.”

Once you realized that this was real, you slowly became aware of more things around you. As tired numbness left your limbs, you felt your arms pinned against your body, something around you constricted your movement. Panic struck you for only just a second, feeling that your blanket was simply wrapped around your body. You figured in your restless state you must’ve trapped yourself inside it. An involuntary groan escaped your mouth as you squirmed a little, moving your feet in an attempt to feel an escape.

Something outside of you moved you, tugging you tighter against something firm, a pressure rubbing circles into your back. It soothed you enough to keep you from struggling, but you were steadily waking up. The “wall” you were against vibrated as a deep voice rumbled out of it. “I just thought...it wouldn’t feel like a family dinner without them.” Your body was adjusted again, lifted to be propped up against what you now understood was a torso. One strong arm kept you still, draped against your back.

“S-surely you can’t hold them and eat at the same time, Beel,” someone muttered. “Why don’t you let your big bro hold em?”

The body holding you tightened around you, shielding you. “No.”

“Don’t underestimate him.”

“Should we wake them up?”

“Don’t humans heal faster when they sleep?”

Someone else let out an exhausted breath. “Fine, but they’re to be put back in bed once you’re done.”

The chest your head was against hummed with satisfaction. “Got it.” Soon, quiet but eager eating noises could be heard outside your muffled prison. If you connected the dots correctly, you were resting against Beel who had brought you down to dinner while you had been asleep. Was this a brief glance into what Belphie felt like? Albeit with more comfort and less...pain. Although he’d probably beg to differ. Right now, you couldn’t even pinpoint where the source of your suffering was coming from. It just seemed to be...all over, even down to the tips of your fingers. Even if you had wanted to move, you didn’t have the energy for it, so despite being almost wide awake at this point, you stayed in place. You tried to focus on anything else to keep your mind off the aching. Beel’s heart sounded like a distant drum. Burying your face closer against his body, you let out a small whimper, focusing on the melodic thumping of his healthy heart. You could even hear the pace speed up as your cheek pressed up against him.

“Beel, you alright?”

The sound of eating stopped, and a clink of something metallic against glass sounded before a second arm enveloped you, a hand settled at the back of your head. “I’ll eat in a little bit,” Beel whispered.

“In a--”

“Shhhh! Shut up, Mammon!”

“I mean…” The voice returned to barely audible. “Whadda sayin’ ‘in a bit’? You’re not sick again are ya?” Beel didn’t grace anyone with a response. You were gently squeezed in his hug, a weight coming down on top of your head, presumably his chin. The hand behind your head moved to the space between your shoulder blades, moving up and down in rhythmic strokes along your spine. It was uncanny, you thought, how he almost immediately knew how desperate you were for some comfort. Or maybe he was just perceptive like that. If anyone would be, it would be Beel.

“How are they feeling?” Someone asked.

Cooler air poured against your face as the space left for you to breathe was made wider. Light from the dining hall illuminated outside your eyelids. Beel’s hand pressed against your forehead, moving down to cup your cheeks. Out of everyone, he always ran the warmest, bordering on nearly being a walking furnace. And yet even he moaned in unease, his stomach groaning alongside him in worry. “Still too hot,” he announced. You allowed yourself to flicker your eyes open, looking up at him just as he moved his hand away. Both his eyebrows raised in surprise before he quickly frowned. “Did I wake you up? Sorry.” You figured that now that everyone knew you were up, it would be time to move. Sitting up straighter in your spot, you wiggled one of your arms out of your cocoon, pulling the fabric of your blanket off your head, letting it settle around your waist. You rubbed spots out from your vision, blinking as you soaked in the sight of the room.

Asmo politely dabbed at the corners of his mouth with a napkin, settling it back in his lap before addressing you with the sweetest pair of eyes. “Good evening, darling! How’re you feeling?”

You had half of a mind to try to play the “I’m fine” card, but with your fit with Satan and fainting scare with Mammon, it would be no use to even try to pretend you were fine. So you didn’t see the harm in being honest. “Like I’ve been to hell and back.”

“You are in hell,” Belphie quipped.

“You know what I mean.” You turned your head and glanced up, your heart pounding more prominently when you once again realized just how big Beel was compared to you, an otherworldly size. Sweeping away your embarrassment, you started tugging at the blanket to free your legs, moving to leave his lap. “Sorry, Beel.”

His hand grabbed one of your wrists. “What do you mean?” He tugged at you, repositioning you firmer in his lap. “You didn’t do anything.” His beautiful amethyst irises stared right into yours. “I wanted you here. Meals aren’t the same without you.” He pat the top of your head, letting his fingers scratch gently into your scalp. In most situations, you’d find your open vulnerability to be embarrassing, but right now you couldn’t care less. You leaned back into him, nestling your nose into his chest, using his body to block out the light. Beel gripped the blanket and pulled it back up to settle around your shoulders.

“Speaking of meals,” Lucifer started. “It’s about time MC had something to eat.”

Satan spoke up. “Do we even have anything decent enough for sick humans to have?” The brothers went back and forth for a while, bringing recommendations hypothetically to the table about what would be best for you.

“Belphie knows the most about humans, what do you think?” Beel wondered.

A lone monotone hum rang out for a moment. “I think it was stew or something like that.”

A strange bout of irritation drilled in you. You turned your head, addressing the group. “You know you could just ask the human right here. I might be sick but I’m not completely helpless.”

Brusque tones usually granted you grating glares, but even Lucifer seemed to give you a pass. “So?” The eldest questioned. “Tell us what you need and we can get it for you.”

Something about that knocked the rebellious wind out of you. You lowered your head a bit and sighed. “Don’t even worry about it, I’m not hungry anyway.” A bold statement to claim whilst sitting in the lap of Gluttony.

Shaking you lightly, Beel squinted at you. “You’ve barely eaten all day.” The expression on his face turned Lucifer levels of stern. It wasn’t an appearance he took too often. Even now you knew this was a losing battle. A flash of a memory popped up in your mind, one of when Beel had been sick. You pressed your lips together into a thin line.

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not.”

“Beel--”

“MC. Eat.” His flat tone trembled throughout his body, sending a shudder through you. Lucifer was always strict, so it never caught you off guard, not anymore. But when Beel got this way it pierced through everyone in the room. As if they’d been the one commanded, everyone took a single bite of their meal.

You gave in, your stature shrinking. “Fine...something light then. Soup’s fine. I’ll go get some…”

Beel’s arms wrapped around you again, keeping you to him. “No you won’t. Levi.”

The third-born almost yelped, sinking down into his seat before stuttering. “S-sure, I-I’ll get it…” As he headed to the kitchen you could hear him grumble. “Of course he had to pick me. Why me? It’s always me…” You felt a bit sorry for the otaku as he slunk away. In fact you almost felt sorry for everyone in the room. Even just alluding to the skip of a meal had Beel suddenly tense, on alert. He had you held against him in a guarded manner, his torso bent forward to lean over what he could of yours. He didn’t settle back down till Levi came back in a handful of minutes later, resting a bowl of soup in front of you. It was of human origins you assumed, it looked like regular chicken noodle. The aroma had bits of nostalgia bubble within you. And now that it was here, you hated to admit that you actually were hungry.

You reached over to try to grab a spoon, falling just a bit short of the table’s edge. Beel’s arms were admittedly much longer than yours, not needing to sit as close as you usually did. Beel grasped a clean utensil for you, getting a decent portion of stock in it’s dip. He held his other hand under the spoon to make sure he didn’t spill any, then he brought it over to you. Did you try to deny it? Maybe a little, but Beel’s spine-chilling glower had you reconsider. You opened your mouth and let him feed you. The hot broth slid down your sore throat easily, relieving some of the pain. As it warmed you up from the inside, Beel finally went back to smiling, everyone breathing in relief. “See, doesn’t it make you feel better?” Beel brought a new spoonful to your lips.

You swallowed again and admittedly nodded. “A bit.”

Out of the blue, Beel brought his face down, planting a gentle kiss to the top of your head. Some of his siblings gasped, but if the demon of gluttony heard it, he pretended he hadn’t. His free hand went back to rubbing your back, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t nice, the many sensations driving some of the pain from your mind. “Good,” Beel beamed. “Remember, your body needs fuel to keep going.”

“I know…” The parallel between now and when he had been sick was almost perfect. Beel took the bowl in his hands, bringing it over to settle in your lap, keeping it steady in his hold. “Isn’t it hot?” You asked, worried he’d burn his skin.

“Not to me,” he assured you.

You sighed, taking the spoon from him so you could eat yourself. “Thank you for always looking out for me, Beel.”

You expected him to be pleased, but he quickly turned downcast. “I couldn’t protect you from this.” Heart breaking, all you could do was stare down into your lap, watching the broth gently swirl in the bowl. This had mostly been your fault. If you had done something just a bit differently, maybe…

“No, Beel, that wasn’t your fault,” Belphie spoke up, pushing his plate with his leftovers on it closer to his twin to finish. “Besides, it’s your job now to take care of MC now more than ever, right?”

Beel turned his head away from the food, peering down at you in his lap. He nodded once, bringing his head down to press his forehead to yours. “You’re right. Sick or not, I’ll always watch over them.”

After dinner, Beel carried you back up to bed, reluctant to let you be free of his arms, but he managed. After giving you one last once-over and another little kiss to your temple, he hurried back down to the dining hall. After all, he was far from having his fill of food. Lucifer had followed the two of you inside, taking your temperature once more. 100.7, still higher than he’d prefer it to be, but glad to discover it had gone down even if just by a hair. He allowed you to take some medicine and urged you to get some more rest. Flicking the light off, he wished you sweet dreams before he left, torn away from you by work he couldn’t ignore. Although, even with the comfort of your bed and the satisfying feeling of something warm in your belly, for the first time, slumber eluded you. It wasn’t that you weren’t tired--exhaustion might as well have been your permanent state at this point--but shutting your mind off, drifting away into peaceful bliss didn’t seem like an option right now.

You spent a few hours on your D.D.D. scrolling through posts and web-pages, anything to keep you occupied. Although, that eventually bored you after a while. You sat up, trying to not let the loneliness of your empty room consume you. Had everyone gone to bed already? Had you already gotten used to falling asleep with someone beside you? That couldn’t be the case, right? You slowly got out from under your covers, padding over to the door. Maybe if you walked around the House of Lamentation enough, you’d be able to go to bed. You were feeling a bit better, capable of moving around on your own at the very least. You entered the empty hallway, the midnight moon rays creeping across the rug settled across the stone floor. The branches outside the windows cast twisted shadows across the corridor. Some people might’ve found it dreadful, but whether it was your own stranger tastes or the fact that you’d been down here so long, you found it to be serene in a mystical sort of way.

Drifting through the halls like a weary ghost patrolling the perimeter, you wandered past each of the brother’s rooms. The house was surprisingly still. Before you knew it, you ended up in the music room. Shifting your feet towards the gorgeous ebony piano, your fingers brushed lightly over the ivory keys. Pushing down a low B, the note reverberated through the room, your skin tingling at the broken silence. It quenched some of your boredom. So you pushed another one, the lowest note this time, the deep tone rumbling through you.

“Having fun are we?”

You jumped, every hair across your body standing up on end. Swirling around, you met a pair of ruby eyes in the shadows. A string of curses left your lips. “What in hell’s name are you doing, Lucifer? Nearly scared me to death…” You pressed a hand to your beating chest, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You sunk to your knees, the wind knocked out of you.

He stepped further into the light, arms crossed, almost fuming. “I could ask you the same question. Once again I have to wonder, what are you doing out of bed? Are you that determined not to recover, is that it?” Hair slightly messy, well-tailored pajamas barely creased, you figured he must’ve just gotten out of bed, possibly disturbed before he could fall asleep. It would explain the death glare he was giving you.

“I...couldn’t sleep,” you answered truthfully, followed by an innocent little shrug.

With two fingers, he pinched at the bridge of his nose. “And so Levi just let you waltz around on your own?”

You tilted your head. “Levi?”

Something dawned on him with your confused question. A terrifying smile arched over his face, the corners twitching as the small amount of light in the room was snuffed out by his menacing aura. “Leviathan…” Yelping at the sudden movement, Lucifer hoisted you over one of his shoulders, gliding across the floor at a ridiculous pace until he was in front of Levi’s room. You wiggled, beating a gentle fist against Lucifer’s back.

“Let me down!”

He let you slide off of him, settling you back on your feet, but he quickly grasped one of your hands to keep you to his side. Despite his furious demeanor, he gently knocked on the door, waiting for approximately two seconds before knocking harder. “Levi!”

You heard the otaku approach his door before he swung it open. “What?! I’m in the middle of a very important raid! What could you possibly need--” The entrance to the room cracked open, Levi sticking his head out before all the color drained from his face. The tangerine hue of his eyes flickering from you to his older brother, the demon with paper-thin patience. Levi gulped, the little bump in his throat bobbing.

“Forgive me if I’m wrong, but didn’t I inform you that you would be keeping an eye on MC tonight?” The higher lilt in his question was laced with hostility. “Or maybe I didn’t make myself clear.” You felt a pang of guilt for the demon of envy.

“Lucifer,” you urged, tugging at his hand which kept you in a vice grip. “I’ll go back to bed, it’s not an issue.” He was ready to blow a gasket, the weariness of dealing with work and keeping his brother’s shenanigans at bay without your assistance clearly was affecting him. Who knew he’d come to depend on you this much? You reached up, rubbing his shoulder with the sweetest look you could come up with. “Please, don’t be angry.”

Shutting his eyes, squeezing your hand, he gave himself time to breathe. “MC, rest. Levi, take care of them. And no, I’m not asking.” The dark circles under Lucifer’s eyes almost seemed to run blacker, his irises duller than they should’ve been.

“Hey, don’t worry about me,” you comforted him. “Go get some sleep yourself.”

His shoulders sagged ever so slightly. “The sick shouldn't be fussing over the hale and whole, you know, but I will. I shall see you tomorrow.” He brought your hand up, kissing it before he let it go. “And, Levi.” The demon of envy flinched, hoping that he’d been forgotten. “I’ll see you tomorrow as well.”

Levi hung his head low as his older brother walked away, preemptively sniffling at his possible doom. “...and my raid is ruined…T-this is just the worst.” You were a bit sorry for Levi for being thrown at you like this, but you couldn’t help but wonder in the back of your mind if he...had forgotten about you. You watched the outline of Lucifer disappear into the darkness before you shivered. The temperature inside the house was dropping. “Huh?” Levi snapped out of his pitiful thoughts. “Are you-are you cold?”

“A little…”

“O-oh, I guess...maybe...Would it be alright if you stayed in my room tonight?” His stance shifted behind his door, anxiously moving his gaze around to keep from making direct eye contact with you.

Sighing, you nodded. After all, with the adrenaline crash, you doubted you had energy left to walk back to your room. “Sure.”

He let you in, shutting the door behind you and locking it with a magical charm to keep the riff-raff out. He scurried over to his tub-bed, pulling out some random plush collectibles, and letting them rest against the floor for now. He spun on his feet for a moment, taking in his room before bringing his thumb up to bite on the nail of it. “Y-you can stay anywhere, I have some blankets I guess...Gah! Why did Lucifer have to make me watch you?” The heart in your chest sank a bit, and you lowered your head, a small “oh” leaving your lips. Clutching his hair, Levi immediately regretted what he said. “No! No no no no, that’s-that’s not what I-I-I--” He stuttered for a good while, unable to grasp proper control of his tongue. “Wait, wait!” Taking a moment to collect his thoughts, he picked up one last Ruri-Chan plush from the bed, covering part of his face with it. “I just...I don’t remember the last time I took care of someone sick…Knowing me, I-I’ll somehow make you worse! What-what if I’m forced to make a split second decision that could be the-the difference between life and death?! I’ll end up killing you! Living the rest of my life in isolated drunken regret!”

He quickly spiraled down a slippery slope of what-ifs, a dramatic fantasy playing out before him where he’d been cast out of the Devildom as your murderer, a disgusting vagabond, living on wildberries and wildlife with naught but his loneliness and shadow to keep him company. His rising anxiety was making him hyperventilate. You had to come over to him, gently take his shoulders and shake him slightly, dragging him back to reality. “Levi, I highly, highly doubt it will come to that. When Lucifer means ‘take care of me’ he mostly means making sure I have what I need.” You gave the sides of his arms a little rub.

“But I don’t know what you need!”

“Well, what I need right now is for you to calm down, first off,” you told him, dropping your hands back to your sides, gripping the end of the tub. Climbing into his bed had never really been an issue before, but hoisting yourself over the edge proved difficult a task. You felt his shaky hands come under your arms, hoisting you enough till you could sink yourself into his nest of pillows. You grinned, thanking him as you reached up to rub the top of his head. “See? Stuff like that, nothing too difficult. Fetch quests and escort missions. Easy mode. I’ll be here, just do your own thing.”

That seemed to ease him enough. He gripped one of his blankets and pulled it over you, moving back over to his desk. Muttering about the raid, he clacked at the keys, his mood steadily improving the more he lost himself in the world of gaming. You felt at the fabric of your pants, remembering with a small moan that they didn’t have pockets...meaning you’d left your D.D.D. in your room. Figures, you thought. So, in your last ditch effort to stay entertained, you moved Levi’s pillows around, making a small wall to prop yourself against, peering over the top of the basin to stare at his screen. You watched his character move around, fighting random enemies. He was completely absorbed, lightly talking to himself as he moved along, humming the victory theme anytime a quest was completed. At one point, he was paying too much attention to a beautifully fleshed out character model to notice what they were telling him, information that he needed to know but missed out on. After that, he was sent towards a boss that ended up instantly killing him when it finished charging up its “claymore of chaos’ move. Levi tried one more time, then three more times, and then about twenty. “What the heck?! How am I supposed to beat you?!” Levi finally shouted, pushing himself slightly away from his desk.

Speaking up for the first time in a few hours, you shared with him the information he missed. “You’re supposed to use your Mystical Missile spell.”

He jumped, almost falling out of his chair. “I thought you were asleep!”

“I still can’t sleep…I don’t know why.” You pulled your blanket tighter around you, peeking at him from your spot. A blush ran over his cheeks, rubbing the back of his head.

“Oh...Really? Mystical Missile? But it’s a trashy beginner spell.”

“That NPC lady said it would work, I dunno.” You shrugged. “Try it out, it can’t hurt.”

So he did, removing one of his high level skills to equip the basic one. Severely doubting success, he entered the boss arena again. It was admittedly tense, keeping you both on the edge of your seat. Once “claymore of chaos” was building, Levi let the spell fly towards him. The boss staggered, a crack forming in it’s armor. “It worked!” He shouted, yelping as a new flurry of enemy spells flew towards his character. If it was entertainment you were looking for, you found it, cheering him on as he hunched over, focused on his every move. Once it went down, you both whooped and cheered. It had been a bit too much for your lungs, dissolving into some coughs. Levi rushed to his feet, rubbing your back. “You okay?”

You nodded, letting your body shudder with a few more hacks till it was done. Voice more hoarse than before, you still smiled at him. “You did it!”

A laugh bubbled out of him. “Victory! Dun dun dun! Legendary item acquired!” Then his expression fell for a second. “Have you just been sitting there, watching me the whole time?” You nodded. He gripped one of his hoodie sleeves. “Would you rather do something...together?”

You brightened. “Sure!”

Giddy, he hurried over to the computer, picking up his loot before saving the game, closing the program. “If you’re in the mood for watching something, how about this new anime I found? I’m only a few episodes in, but I can start over! It’s called ‘I Transferred To A New School, But Everyone There Is Part Of The Elite, So I Have To Try And Keep Up With My Classmates Despite Me Being Normal, But I Accidentally Fooled The School Into Thinking I’m A Long Lost Heir To A Forgotten Throne’.”

Blinking, you stared at him. “You lost me at Elite.” Why the Devildom had anime with titles the length of chapters, you’d never know.

“It’s good! I promise!” He shifted his monitor so you could see it from your spot easier, turning the anime on with an elated aura, much nicer than the gloom-and-doom one from earlier. This was the Levi you loved to see, the one you tried to cherish as much as you could. He sat in his chair, scooting back till he was beside you so you could watch it together. It was a cute anime, something mostly a slice of life, a normal main character in a school setting surrounded by powerful beings, the plot moved forward with magical shenanigans...something about it sounded familiar. One of the episodes showed the main character fallen ill under some strange circumstance, their roommate they stayed with flustered but determined to take care of them. The friend--and obvious love interest--asked if he could hold the protagonist’s hand. Levi made a little noise. “MC, c-can I hold your hand? I mean, if that’s super weird don’t even listen to me because who would even want to hold hands with me anyway and--”

“Sure,” you smiled, reaching your hand out from the blanket a little.

He hesitated for a second and then took it, resuming to watch the show. Much to your amusement, any move the character made, he made as well, taking it as if it were some sort of guide. He brushed the hair from your face, made sure the blanket was tucked gently around you, ensured you were comfortable. Then, the friend in the show made a bold move, snuggling next to the main character as they both fell asleep. Levi went stiff, becoming extremely flustered. You had to admit, the concept was...enticing, and you almost leapt at any opportunity to tease envy. You tugged at his hand, making him look at you with your arms outstretched. If this had been an anime, he would’ve collapsed, his soul flying from his mouth. But even Levi couldn’t resist the temptation. He stepped into his bed, slowly, warily at first. He let you take him into your arms, wrapping his own body around you as you both squeezed together in the tub. “I...I...This is...a dream…”

You chuckled, settling your head on his chest, feeling his motoring heart pound in his chest. “Let’s watch some more, Levi.” Only, you hardly remembered anything after that. For shortly after he curled against you, the strange barrier keeping you awake completely collapsed. He had draped the blanket over you both, fidgeting with the hair at the nape of your neck. You must’ve turned your head against him, comforted enough by his presence to fall asleep.

“Medicine?”

“Right here.”

“Water?”

“You brought me like a gallon’s worth.”

“D.D.D.?”

“You can see it in my hands.”

Lucifer went down the list, the actual written list he’d come up. You sat in bed, trying hard not to blush and squirm under the many gazes in your room this morning. “Extra blankets?”

“I have everything and anything needed to last an entire week in solitary!” You shook your head, a little irate at each of them, but appreciating their concern all the same. Icepacks, blankets, snacks, water, bandages, and many other things were brought in your room in preparation. “You all are only going to a Student Council meeting, not off on some lengthy business trip.”

“Absolutely right!” Asmo shouted, sitting next to you in bed, hugging you to him and caressing your cheek against his. “It’s some stupid meeting anyway, which means one of us can stay can’t we?”

Every member of the household was already shouting reasons why they and they alone should have the opportunity to stay with you. Lucifer’s little vein above his eyebrow throbbed. “Enough!” The room went silent. “As much as I would love to permit myself to stay home,” he cleared his throat, “not a single one of us can miss today’s meeting. Which is why I’m taking every precaution. EDP?”

You gently pushed Asmo off of you, raising an eyebrow. The demon of lust pouted, stroking your head instead. “What’s an EDP?” You asked.

“An EDP is a short term we use for an Emergency Defense Pillar,” Satan explained. “A popular and fairly new little device in the Devildom, especially for lesser magic users or those who aren’t trained in combat.”

“I’m still at a loss,” you admitted. “Is it like a baton or something?”

Rummaging around in his pockets, Mammon brandished a small black object. It was cylindrical, about as big as a lighter, a glowing red button on the side. “I brought it! Now, let me teach you, human. If you’re being chased or cornered, this handy lil’ doodad is going to be essential if you wanna escape. You just push this little button here, and--”

Lucifer’s chest tightened. “Mammon, don’t!”

The second born pressed the button, his mistake just now clicking in his mind, chucking it a bit in front of him. Asmo grabbed you and tucked you against his chest, pushing your back to the wall while he shielded you with his body. Every other brother hit the floor, jumping away from the object. A huge pillar of fire sprouted from the object, swirling blue flames emitting intense heat as well as a roaring sound. It nearly burnt your eyes. Asmo tucked your head into his shoulder, waiting until the fire was suddenly sucked back into the small container, rattling against the floor. Your protector pulled away from you, letting you stare at the pitch black circle burnt into your ceiling and floor, a round chunk taken out of your carpet, some fibers still flickering. Lucifer came over and snuffed out the singed pieces with his shoe, the vein in his head more prominent. He was about to shout but you beat him to it. “That’s absolutely unnecessary! In what scenario would I need to use that?! Is there even a safety on that thing?!”

A little sheepish, Mammon picked himself back up off the floor. “Well, you’ve gotten the best visual example you can get. You’re welcome.”

“I don’t want it, someone take it with them,” you groaned. “What if I end up accidentally getting flame-broiled in my sleep?”

Beel closed his eyes. “Flame-broiled hell bats…”

Lucifer bent down and picked up the EDP from the floor. “Perhaps this is a bit too dangerous.”

“Glad we can see eye to eye on that one…” You tapped the screen of your D.D.D., noticing that the time to the meeting was rapidly approaching. “You guys have fifteen minutes! Stop worrying about me and get out of here!”

Many wide-eyed demons scrambled to get out your door, knowing that the punishment for being late was not something they wanted to risk. Even Lucifer was rushed, booking it out of your room. Then he popped his head in. “You’ll call if anything happens?”

“Yes.”

He left again, the door shutting. It burst back open, his overprotective nature coming to light. “You have your alerts on, right?”

You chuckled, you couldn’t prevent yourself from doing so. “Yes, mother hen, now go!” He growled, but this time left for good, the uproar from the group slowly fading away. Once more, you shook your head, staring at the charcoal colored circle against your ceiling. “They’re insane,” you stated aloud.

“Truly,” someone replied. You yelped, chucking the closest pillow at the sudden voice. Solomon caught it, laughing. “Sorry for startling you. The demons are gone, I’m assuming?” He walked back over, handing you your plushy ammo.

“They just left. Why are you here?” You took the pillow from him, settling it in your lap as you crossed your legs over your mattress.

He pulled an upset face. “Why do you sound so suspicious? I’m here to check up on you. I had to make sure those demons were taking care of you properly.” He grabbed a chair from your table, scooting up by the bedside. He spotted the hard-to-miss burns and sighed. “Maybe I should’ve gotten here sooner. Oh well, an easy fix. Spirits of twine and stone, turn back the time to whence this matter was well known, heed the Sorcerer Solomon!” Flowing restorative magic rushed over the floor and ceiling, soaking into the atoms, leaving it as perfect as it had been earlier. Actually, almost better than how it had been before. Not even the smell of burning remained. In a small flourish, he stretched out his hands. “Ta-da.”

“Thank you.” You couldn’t help but giggle at his theatrics. “And the brothers have been taking care of me just fine. I don’t have a fever anymore.”

He reached his hand out, thumb brushing across your face, he hummed to himself before pulling you gently, pressing his lips to your forehead. You gasped a little, covering your mouth as your face burned. He sat back, nodding. “You feel much better.” He caught your expression, trying to stifle a smirk. “Hm? I was simply taking your temperature.”

Composing yourself, you tightly gripped the pillow in your hands. “Kinda an old method, don’t you think?”

“I prefer traditional practices,” he shared. “But that wasn’t the main reason I came over.”

“Oh?” You’ll admit, at first the EDP had seemed utterly ridiculous, but in this dreaded scenario, you almost wished to have it in your hands. Solomon pushed back his cloak, reaching behind his back and pulling out a fresh steaming plate of food. Already you felt sweat bead across your face. “A-ah, how nice of Simeon to make me something.” It was more of a personal wish, although you knew that it wasn’t going to be the case.

“Not Simeon, actually. I made it!” He beamed, completely oblivious. “How long has it been since you’ve had a home-cooked human meal?”

“N-not too long ago actually, and-I-um-the brothers made sure to feed me before they left so-”

“Surely you can have a few bites, right?” He pleaded. “I made sure to add all kinds of ingredients I know have some healing properties, so I’m sure it’ll enhance the flavor. Here, no need to waste extra energy, let me feed you. Say ah.”

“MC!” The sound of someone frantically calling your name in the distance slowly brought you to. “MC!” Something snapped as you moved, pain coursing through your entire body. You opened your eyes, not able to see much through the leaves. Wait...leaves? The smell of earth and roses rushed to your nose. That and the thorns trapping you and piercing you were enough to tell you what you needed to know. You were somehow entangled in a rose bush. The voice sounded again, closer this time. “MC, where are you?!”

Audio recognition kicked in, able to place the voice. Tilting your head back, you put all the power you could into your shout. “Belphie!” There was silence for a while, and white hot panic settled in your stomach...or maybe that was. Oh that was right…

Suddenly the leaves were pulled back, Belphie’s head staring down at you. “This is new for you.”

You tried to move, but your clothes were stuck in the thorn’s clutches, not to mention any movement you made drove the bush’s claws deeper into your skin. “I…I think I’m stuck.”

“Wow, that really sucks for you.”

“Belphie!” You tried sitting up, a sharp pain in your cheek causing you to hiss, drawing in breath through your teeth. Something drifted down your cheek, the taste of bitter copper coming across your lips. Blood. “P-please help me.”

“I was only joking. Don’t move, you’ll make things worse.” He tugged at some of the branches, the disruption poking you some more. Tugging at your sleeve, he detangled your shoulder, working on your lower arm next.

“Ow, ow, ooooow,” you whined.

“Don’t be such a baby.” Leaning down a bit too far, one of the thorns pricked him right in the thumb. He cursed, threatening to leave you alone once you laughed. “You’re really scratched up…” He frowned as he gestured to many thin red scratches across your body. You whimpered again, reaching up at him to tug you free. Sloth kicked in, his impatience to take his time fluttered away. He basically flattened the bush with his feet, breaking the twigs stuck to you with his hands. His arms wrapped around your torso, tugging you up, the sound of some fabric tearing as he did. He sighed, taking you a few steps away from the bush before letting you slide past his arms, flopping to the soil. He came down to kneel beside you, grabbing thorns and leaves out of your hair, rubbing a thumb over the small wound on your cheek. “When you wonder why we worry about leaving you alone, this is why. How long have you been napping in bushes?”

“I…” A sudden chill overtook you, your stomach and the food...you remembered the food Solomon had fed you. The taste...torture. You could feel it in your throat.

“MC?” You pushed Belphie away, scrambling on your hands and knees to another unfortunate set of flora. Without nitty gritty details, let’s just say your body had the smart idea to not keep Solomon’s food in you any longer. Trembling, you coughed up the last of it, cold sweat dripping down your face. Belphie’s hands touched your back. “You’re not going to be sick on me, are you?” You didn’t respond to him, trying to catch your breath. He mumbled, pulling you into his lap. Covered in dirt and sweat, you curled into him, shivering. Then the both of you watched in slight horror as all the plants planted around your...expulsed poison all wilted at once, almost crumbling to dust. “Wicked father of demons…” Belphie breathed. “What the hell did you eat?”

You only needed to utter one word for him to understand everything entirely. “Solomon…”

“Dear Diavolo…I’m lucky to have found you alive.” He whipped his head around. “He’s not still here is he?”

You shook your head, rubbing at the saliva on your lips. “I don’t remember...I don’t remember leaving my room…I don’t remember…”

Working hard to get to his feet, he lifted you along with him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your legs against his body, groaning into him. “Alright, I guess we’re doing this now.” He held onto you, sidestepping past the destroyed flora and towards the house. “I’m just telling you this now though, if Solomon is still here, I will leave you.”

Reaching up his neck, you grasped tightly onto some of his hairs. “I will drag you down with me.”

“Confident words for someone I’m carrying like a baby,” he snickered, but he let the witty back and forth drop as he entered the house. For a moment, he stood still, taking in the air of the place. “I think we’re good,” he announced, but continuing to take wary steps up the stairs. He picked up the pace in the hallways, sneaking away towards the familiar spiral staircase that led it’s way up to the attic. The doors he pushed open were heavy in more ways than one. Quietly shutting it behind the two of you, he headed over to the bed. A jolting ticklish pain raced down your body as Belphie jabbed his fingers against your waist. “Off, parasite.” You relinquished your grasp as fast as you could, flopping onto the attic mattress. You crawled up, sliding under the covers, planting your face into the nearest pillow. Right when you thought you were recovering, you were back to being bed-ridden. Belphie left you alone in silence for a minute. When he came back, you had to take a moment to realize he had ever been gone. He was stealthy like that. He dropped a small first-aid kit as well as a bottle of water on the blanket. “Come here.”

“But I-”

“But I,” he mocked. “But I don’t care. I need to look after some of those scratches.” Huffing, you dramatically threw the blanket to the side, coming over to sit in front of him. Taking the water bottle in hand, you gratefully moved to take a hearty swig to wash down some of the acid. Belphie grabbed it from you before you could. “Not for drinking.” He twisted the cap off and pulled out a small clean washcloth from his pockets. He pressed the fabric against the opening and tilted the bottle up, getting the rag slightly wet. He then pressed it against your cheek. “We don’t want these infected.” Slowly, he dabbed at each of your shallow scratches, making sure they were clear of dirt. Once he was done with that, he shoved the remaining water at you.

“I don’t want your rag water.”

“Fine.”

But the acidity in your mouth was grating against your teeth. You snatched the bottle from him, swallowing some grateful gulps to cease the gentle burning. Belphie had a mild cocky expression, wiping away the blood. Closing an eye due to slight stinging, you watched his concentrated face. “So…” You started, watching him soon open the box and remove a small tube of medicated ointment. “Why’re you home?”

Squeezing a small amount of the clear gel on the tip of his finger, he started applying it to your cleaned wounds. “Oh, I snuck out of the meeting.”

“Belphie!”

“What?” He took one hand, grabbing your face for a second, squishing your cheeks, mimicking the way your lips pursed. You shook him off, trying to keep yourself from being flustered. “Can you blame me? All I could think about was you...nice and warm in bed...and I was sleepy.” He let out a large yawn. “Still sleepy.”

“Well…” You paused for a second, heat rising to your cheeks. “I’m glad you did.”

He stopped for a second, looking into your eyes. “Hm? Say that again?”

Swallowing a lump in your throat, you furled your eyebrows. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Are you suuuure?” He drawled. “Cus it sounded like you missed me.” One look at your embarrassed face sent him laughing. He poked at your ribs, tickling your sides, singing the words. “You missed me, you missed me.”

Burying your face in your hands, you kicked him a little. “Stop it!”

“Fine,” he smirked. “Anyway, I think you’re mostly taken care of. Most of these have dried and scabbed over. They weren’t very deep anyway.” He lifted your arm, turning it to make sure he’d treated you completely. “So now we can do what I came here for!” It was his first excited expression in a while. He jumped into you, grabbing you by the waist against the bed. Both your heads hit the pillows, the blanket following shortly after. Already you could feel his face against your back. A happy hum of his buzzed into your skin, his hands rubbing against your stomach. Pouting a little, you realized that with Belphie stuck to you like this, you weren't going anywhere soon, so you shifted to get comfortable. You relaxed with a heavy sigh. “You know…” Belphie drowsily muttered. “I...missed...you too…”

“MC! My poor precious MC! I’m never ever leaving you alone again!” Asmo wailed, clinging to you like if he let you go you’d suddenly die. “I can’t believe Belphie did this to you!”

Speaking up from the corner, Belphie scoffed. “I actually helped them, just so everyone knows.” Back in your room, each of the demon brothers had returned from the meeting, having found you and Belphie after a while in the attic. Of course, your small wounds, Belphie’s absence, and the strange destruction of a segment of the garden was called into question.

“And my plants!” Asmo shrieked. “They were such a lovely background for my Devilgram posts! They’re ruined!”

“I’m so-” you tried to apologize, but Asmo pressed a gentle finger against your lips.

“Shush! I don’t blame you a single bit, my darling. It’s all these ruffians!” He kissed your cheek in spots around your little wound.

“Hey! Solomon’s the person responsible, not us!” Mammon shouted.

Lucifer’s weariness was especially noticeable today. You wondered what he had to put up with at the meeting. “At the very least, we’re glad you’re safe, MC. Knowing what Solomon’s cuisine is capable of…” He pinched at the bridge of his nose. “I’m heading to my office...try not to burn the house down,” he sighed, exiting quietly.

You tilted your head. “Is he okay?” You asked.

“When Belphie left, let’s just say Diavolo wasn’t exactly pleased,” Satan explained, a wicked grin stretching his lips wide. “So in exchange he agreed to be Diavolo’s personal servant tomorrow. I hope our Demon Lord has some entertaining things in store.”

Belphie’s face brightened. “Did I do that? Whoops.” Hardly a glimmer of remorse in him.

“You guys owe it to him at least to try and make it a calm night,” you urged, hoping to ease some of the shenanigans already being plotted in their minds.

Mammon shook his head. “Why do we gotta owe him anything? If he’s out for the count tonight, I can hit the casinos without a problem!” He came over rubbing your head. “Give me some of that luck, yeah?” You doubted you had any, but he bounded out the door.

“Belphie, I’ve got a little idea I’d like to try, but I need an extra set of hands. Care to join me?” Satan curled a little finger around his chin, mischief making his green eyes glow wild.

Belphie chuckled. “Ab-so-lutely.” With devilish grins, they both sniggered, malevolent whispers drifting between them as they left.

A rumbling growl echoed through the room. If this had been anywhere else, you would’ve been terrified. But this was the Devildom, and you knew Beel’s stomach when you heard it. “Oh...I’m sorry, MC, but I’m starving. I’ll see you in a bit.” He came over, trying to give you a hug despite Asmo still holding onto you for dear life. He ended up hugging both of you anyway. With more than a little speed, he also left your room, probably heading straight for the kitchen.

A high pitched ‘bling’ reached your ears. Levi pulled out his D.D.D.. “Oh! The new patch for Sorcerer’s Scrolls has been released! I gotta go!” He moved to run but stopped in his tracks before he got too far. “Do you wanna...watch more of that show tonight?”

“Sure, Levi,” you smiled, watching him sprint out of the room, a joyful spring in his step. Although, once everyone had left, you couldn’t help but lower your head, patting Asmo’s wrist. “You can leave too, Asmo, you don’t have to stay with me.”

He made an overly dramatic gasp. “But I do! Don’t sound so sad!” Pulling a bit away from you, he let his cheeks turn a bit pink. “And to be completely honest, I’ve been dying to get some alone time with you.” He squirmed a little bit, but then jumped to his feet. “So! You just sit there and let Nurse Asmo take care of everything, ‘kay ‘kay?” Is that why he had brought that large bag with him when he came in? It was a peach-colored tote bag, settled on your table, a fluffy pink pom-pom clipped to one of the handles. He bounded towards it, rummaging around, looking for something important.

A little--well a lot--guarded against potential Asmo intentions, you tried craning your head to see if you could look inside, but no dice. The end of your nose tickled again as it had the past few days. Grabbing another tissue from your bedside, you tried to blow your nose as quietly as possible. Your poor nostrils were so dry by this point it was bordering on painful. You sniffled, reaching over to squirt some hand sanitizer in your hands. “I thought you hated being around sick people,” you told him.

“You’re the only exception! Besides,” he grabbed out a familiar tool, one you had no idea how he got his hands on it. A stethoscope. “I want to use all these goodies Solomon got me!”

The name still almost sent a shudder down your spine. “Solomon? Why?”

Practically skipping back over, he sat beside you on the bed, strangely excited about this. “Aren’t bodies fascinating?” He touched his own skin, dragging his hand down his neck. “I love to know what makes this perfect body run! And you have absolutely no idea how desperately I’ve longed to know how yours does too!” Taking a good look at him, you could sense that he was truly and undeniably curious as to how your mortal body differed from his. Or possibly just craving a closer look into you altogether. Of course, you still had to close your eyes and deeply sigh. How many times would Solomon be the source of general chaos? Asmo took the end to the stethoscope, looking at it strangely. “Tell me, dear, how does this work?” You let out a light chuckle, and he looked at you curiously. “Don’t make fun of me, that’s just mean!”

“I’m not! I’m not, I promise, it’s just…” He resembled that of a little kid right now, a rare sort of innocence about him. Here he was, a demon of many millennia, and he just wanted to play doctor for a bit. “Never mind.” Brushing off your thoughts, you took the binaurals, putting the earpieces in his ears. One of his hands gently clutched the diaphragm, so you wrapped your own hand around his, guiding the end of the stethoscope to your chest.

Listening it to a moment, you could watch the gentle awe cross over his face. “T-that’s you.”

You brought a hand up to cover your mouth. “Yes, Asmo, that’s me. What, you didn’t think I had a heartbeat?”

“No, I knew! It’s just…” He closed his eyes, going silent. You didn’t want to disturb his moment, but you felt a sneeze coming on. Grabbing another tissue, you covered your nose, tilted your head down towards your lap, and sneezed. Moaning a bit, you blew your nose again, hard enough to make your ears pop. Sitting up, you chucked your used kleenex into the trash. You were about to apologize, but then the glee drained from Asmo’s face. He brought his hands up to his mouth and shrieked.

“What?! What’s wrong?!” As soon as you had asked, the answer presented itself towards you. Warmth dripped down your lips, forcing you to close your mouth as fast as you could.

“Blood! You’re bleeding! Hold on!” Lurching towards the tissues, Asmo pulled five out at a time, pressing it against your face. You pinched your nose, pressuring your hand against the bundle of kleenex. “Look at all this! No, no, no, no, you’ll be alright, darling.” Your gut instinct was to tilt your head up, but Asmo placed his hand on the top of your head, tilting it slightly forward. “Oh, don’t do that, you’ll end up swallowing it. Stay there, I’ll be right back.” He got up sprinting, leaving you alone with the smell and taste of blood. When he came back, he had a cold wet rag in his hands. “Here, use this instead. Give me those,” he softly ordered, tugging at the already blood soaked tissues. You took the rag in your hands, using that to stop the flow instead. He pulled you into his arms, rubbing your back. “Poor thing, it’s just non-stop problems for you right now, isn’t it?” You let him hold you, tilting your head against his as you waited for the blood to stop. Slowly, he brought his hand up to pet the back of your head, giggling a bit to himself when the action made you shiver.

After a bit of time, you tore away from him, cautiously removing the rag. You touched just above your lip, sighing in relief when it had stopped. “That was unexpected.”

Stealing the cloth from you, he started wiping the excess blood off your face. “About gave me a heart attack!” With his free hand, he cupped the side of your face.

A little idea crossed your mind. “Heart attack, huh? Better check that out.” Reaching for the stethoscope, you cleaned the earpieces before putting them in, pressing the small round medical disc to his chest. It was a bit stunning, you had to admit, how loud it sounded. In the human world before, any mentions of demons or angels were always in an ethereal sense. Whether you believed in them or not, you never really thought about them having hearts. Were they even similar to yours? At least...the drumming beating sound of life was the same.

He finished up cleaning you off, tilting his head and grinning. “Well?”

“Undeniably alive...and I’m very grateful for it.”

He squealed, flopping onto you, pushing you both down onto the bed. Every hint that he had been frightened before was gone. “Aren’t you just the sweetest?! Come here, you!” He littered kisses over your face, sending you into a little flurry of embarrassed titters.

“Asmo…”

“Isn’t it a human saying that they can kiss the pain away?” He pecked his lips over your eyelids. “Well, you better prepare yourself...I won’t stop kissing your perfect little face till you feel better!”

The bedroom door violently swung open, the handle nearly making a dent in the wall. Demons poured in, nearly falling over each other. They were all in demon forms, ready to tackle more danger. When they noticed that Asmo was fawning over you, they all puffed up, jealous and irritated. “We heard you scream and thought something happened!” Lucifer roared. Kinda late, weren’t they?

“Hey, why’re you getting all kissy with MC?!” Mammon jumped onto the mattress, trying to pry you from his brother’s arms.

“Don’t you think I deserve to be embracing them?” Satan attempted to push them both aside. Before you knew it, your room was a small war-arena, everyone climbing on the bed. You were squished between them, passed between different hands. Then something wobbled, the sound of wood and metal groaning before a loud snap pierced your ears. The bed hit the floor, a poof of dust causing you to cough. Your bedframe lay scattered in broken pieces across the ground.

“My...bed…” You ran a hand through your hair, pinned under the doggy-pile of demon lords. You looked between each of them with stern looks, each of them blushing in embarrassment over their actions. “Well...I guess it means I’ll be using someone else’s bed for the foreseeable future.”

All at once, their faces lit up, and at the same time they all shouted the same thing. “Me!”

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #tw blood #tw medication #tw vomit

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headinthestaticsky · 2 years

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Jack Krauser x Female Reader, You Don't Always Have To Take Things So Seriously!

A/N: I hope you guys (and the amazing person who requested this) don't mind I used a picture of someone else... As I wrote this out I started to realize I wrote the reader to kinda act like Meg from Supernatural so you could get the mood I was going for if that makes sense. If you don't know who that is well... I failed today lol and if you all really want me to I will remove the picture. :) I want everyone to enjoy my writings.

I really hope the person who requested this liked it... if there are aspects you would like me to change, let me know! This was a bit more challenging than I thought so I hope I did your idea justice and sorry if it's too short!

"Y/L/N, you'll be working with Krauser... he's one of our elite forces, you'll learn quickly with him." I couldn't help but smirk at the request that was made. The stone-cold mercenary had always piqued my interest and now I was finally going to be able to work with him. The meeting was ended shortly and I slinked my way over to Krauser, the smirk hadn't left my face.

"So looks like you're stuck with me now huh?" I lightly punched his arm jokingly. "Ow," I whispered to myself, my knuckles felt as if they had begun to bruise.

"We'll start training tomorrow morning Y/L/N, don't expect me to take it easy on you just because you're new," Krauser stated gruffly.

"I've been here for six months... I'm not that new." I said rolling my eyes. "You sure do know how to make a girl feel special, don't you? Do you treat all girls like this or did you save that line just for me?"

He grumbled to himself before leaving completely ignoring my statement.

"We're off to a great start," I said to myself, my face was red with slight embarrassment... but I wasn't gonna give up that easy.

...

When he said he wasn't going to go easy on me, he wasn't kidding. Pre-workouts felt as if I had been running for 3 days. By the time the actual workout was finished I was like jelly on the floor.

"C'mon Y/L/N is that all you can handle?" He asked, I hoped he was just teasing me. The lack of oxygen was going to start getting to me.

"Oh, what can I say, Krauser, you take my breath away." I panted out and winked. He just stared down at me and rolled his eyes, his stone-cold face seemed even colder than usual.

"Oh don't be so grumpy," I replied, my breath had finally returned to its normal pace as I stood up. I stretched and winced as I felt my muscles tense.

...

We had been sent on a quick mission, or at least it should've been quick. We instead got lost on the way and we were currently scouring through a sketchy forest.

"Krauser I'm just gonna say it, I don't think we're meant to fucking be here."

"Dumbass must've given us the wrong coordinates." He replied a tinge of annoyance was in his voice.

"Hopefully they won't... leaf us behind." I joked badly. I could hear him groan in faux pain. It in return made me laugh.

"Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week." We continued stepping through the forest. Most of its leaves crunched beneath our feet.

We eventually did find our way to our location, it seemed to be a gigantic warehouse... but if this was anything like our other missions it was going to be completely abnormal.

...

We had separated from each other in hopes of finding a single sample quicker. It turned out to be a smart move after I had unlocked an electronically locked door I had located the sample almost immediately. I grabbed the radio strapped to my hip and made my way back to the agreed meeting point.

"Krauser, I've located the sample and I am heading back now."

I waited for a few seconds but got no response.

"Krauser? Do you copy?" Still nothing but dead air. I sighed and pulled out my gun again. I made way my back to the meeting point only to be met with Krauser being restrained by some strange man. I aimed my gun toward the man immediately but he just chuckled in response. He just pulled Krauser up and shielded himself from the laser point.

"Krauser, you literally lift a million pounds worth of weights how in the hell did you get trapped by..." I paused scanning the scrawny-looking man. "By him?" I asked, I could feel some panic arising within me.

"Sedative..." He mumbled in a tone that was unlike one I've heard from him.

"It's his own fault... snooping around here trying to steal my sample. It was quite foolish really, taking something that doesn't belong to you..."

An idea popped into my head. I reached into the hip pack I had and pulled out the sample.

"If you don't let him go your precious little sample will be nothing more than glass stuck in my boot," I said in a deadly tone. I could see the man grow nervous, he took a deep breath before replying.

"You wouldn't dare..." He hissed at me, his grip seemed to become shaky.

I dropped the vile down onto the ground.

"Try me hot shot..." I smirked

"Listen..." The man started. I moved my right foot over the sample.

"DON'T!" The man yelled, Krauser winced from the volume of his yell.

I just smirked back at him before lifting my foot up and stomping the vile into nothing more than dust.

"NO!" He yelled as he dropped Krauser onto the ground. He ran over to the pile of glass before looking furiously back up at me. He then charged toward me and shoved me against the wall. My gun fell out of my hand as he put his hands around my neck. I closed my eyes and struggled against the pressure. For a scrawny man, he sure had some strength to him. I tried to reach for my knife but It was barely out of reach.

I gasped out in relief as the pressure was ripped off of me. I collapsed down to the ground and started coughing. Krauser had seemed to finally get his strength back. He pulled out his gun and shot the man at once. I winced at the sickening sound of the metal reaching the man's chest.

"You okay Y/N?" Krauser asked.

I just nodded breathless, my hand still lightly on my throat.

"At a loss for words? I'm in shock." He replied teasingly. It was a rare moment for him to use my own banter against me.

I breathlessly laughed at him as I got up. I walked over to the small pile of glass and liquid and pulled out a cotton swab.

"Hopefully this will suffice... or the boss is gonna kill me," I said hoarsely. I raised up and put the swab back into my hip pouch. When I lifted my head I was met with a quick and shocking kiss. I stared at the culprit of it in shock. Krauser chuckled at me as he walked out of the warehouse leaving me behind.

"If all it took to get a kiss from you was to get choked I would've gotten myself choked months ago!" I yelled running after him.

Am I really sorry if this sucked... I feel really unsure about it lol.

#jack krauser #jack krauser x reader #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil series #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you

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goldencherryhazz · 3 years

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Aftercare

A/n: just a small smutty but very fluffy blurb, I’ve had literally no motivation to write so I’m sorry if this is a bit rubbish. Not proofread of course. Notes would be much appreciated, pls don’t copy my work :)

Warnings: smutty-ish, daddy kink

Harry had done a number on you tonight, he had fucked you soo hard but soo good. He had been desperate and needy to be inside you after a stressful week filming My Policeman, practically as soon as he got home to you he was kissing up your neck marking you up, then soon one thing led to another and you were face down in the pillows as he fucked you form behind, you loved it when he took control and used you like this, showing you no mercy.

...

‘Shit, you okay baby’ he says still balls deep inside your cunt, having just released his heavy load inside you.

‘Y-yeah’ you whimper your limbs all shaky from the intensity of Harry pounding and the euphoric orgasm that had just collapsed on you. You felt all floaty, your eyes still rolling to the back of your head, it was taking you an unusual amount of time to come back down from your high.

‘Oh baby, did I go to hard’ he asked seeing as you hadn’t moved an inch your body feeling limp under his touch

‘No, it’s okay, f-felt amazing’ you could sense how bad he felt by the way he was rubbing the soft skin of your thighs, his worried eyes boring into the back of your skull.

‘I’m gonna pull out baby, squeeze my hand it might hurt a little’ he reaches for you limp hand, he was right when he said it would hurt, as he pulled out inch by inch, you were now truly feeling the effects of your previous activities, making you whimper and squeeze his hand.

‘I’m sorry baby I know, nearly done’ his length still impressively big even when he wasn’t hard.

Once he had removed himself, he quickly scooped up the cum threatening to spill out of your still pulsating pussy with his fingers then quickly wrapping his lips around them and sucking them clean, so that it wouldn’t drip down your legs.

The only sound in the room were your attempts at regulating your breathing, he laid down next to you turning on his side to face you. ‘Sweet girl, you coming back to me’ he cooes down to you tucking some strands of your disheveled hair behind your ear.

‘Mhhh hi daddy’ you hummed, your eyes flick open to be greeted by his pretty face, your pupils blown with lust, tears in the corner of your eyes your mascara slightly smudged.

‘It’s Harry sweet girl, not daddy’ the deep realisation hitting him that he had indeed fucked you into subspace.

‘Don’t think I can feel my legs daddy’ you smirk into the pillows, still in the same position with your arse stuck up in the air. He gave up trying to bring you back down, knowing you would fall out of your subspace eventually, it was his fault in the first place so in the meantime he was going to take care of you, like he always did, and anyway he did love taking care of his you, his baby.

‘I know baby, daddy went soo hard didn’t he, I’m sorry baby don’t ever wanna hurt you’ he traces his hand up and down your back, you visibly shiver at his touch.

‘Didn’t hurt me daddy, would have told you to stop if you did, promise.’ You start to shift your legs from underneath you before practically crashing into Harry’s bare chest, not being able to keep yourself up, you felt as it your were numb from the waist down. His arms instantly wrap around your shoulder, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

‘I know but I shouldn’t take out my frustrations on you, that’s not fair cause now your going to be sore all because of me’

I know, but I love it when you fuck me hard, cause I know I’m gonna feel you for days, love feeling you everywhere daddy’

‘Your a little minx you know that’ he says into your hair.

You giggle shyly into his chest, leaving a small kiss to it, his skin salty from the thin layer of sweat adorning his skin.

‘Should we go and take a bath now baby, get all nice and relaxed before bed’ he asks to which you instantly nod your head.

‘As long as you get in with me daddy, just wanna be close to you’

‘Of course sweet girl’ he shifts to sit up with her still in his lap.

‘do you think you can walk poppet’

‘No I don’t think I can daddy, think you’ll have to carry me’ you say dramatically wrapping yourself around him like a koala to which he chuckled into your hair.

He then moved to get off the bed, careful to stay balanced so that he wouldn’t fall or drop you, he walked through to the adjoining bathroom before going to sit you down on the toilet seat so that he could run you both a bath, when you bum comes to contact with the toilet seat your arms cling even tighter around his shoulders ‘gotta let go baby, it’s okay I’m not going anywhere’ the little convincing making you reluctantly remove your arms ‘that’s it baby, can you wait for 5 minutes whilst I fill the tub’ he asks rubbing a finger under your watery eyes.

‘Yes daddy, think I can wait’

‘Good girl’ he turns aye at and that’s when you catch a glance of yourself in the mirror, hickeys and marks littered your skin, you absolutely loved the way he marked you up so that everyone knew who you belonged to.

He begins to run the tap making sure it wasn’t too hot and not too cold ‘which bubble bath do you want poppet, we got the rose of the lavender one’ he asks looking over to you to see you swinging your legs like a child, holding up the two bottles so that you could see. He could lie when he said that you looked pretty adorable.

‘Ermm, can we have the lavender please daddy’

‘Of course sweet girl’ he says flipping the cap open and adding a generous amount of it into the tub, creating bubbles as soon as it came into contact with the water.

Soon enough the bath was ready ‘you coming poppet’ you get up from the toilet seat on shaky legs to which he instantly walks over to you so that you could take his hand, scared that you would fall over’

‘Legs feel like jelly daddy’ you laugh at the sensation, you eventually make it into the tub with Harry’s help, the warm water enveloping you, seconds later you feel the water rising before Harry slipped in behind you, wrapping his arms around you once again, your head falling to rest in the gap between his neck and his shoulder. You both love bathing together just the closeness off it all, your muscles felt soo relaxed and not only because of the warm lavender scented water but because of your boyfriend behind you.

You stay in this position for a good 5 minutes in comfortable silence, just basking in each other before you start shifting around the water sploshing about threatening to spill out of the tub, but you don’t seem to care as you turn around and straddle his thighs, Harry looking up at you sweetly knowing how much of a fidget bum you were until you found the most comfiest spot, you then lay down nuzzling you face into the crook of his neck ‘you okay baby’

‘Yeah, this is really nice Harry’

‘Ahh there’s my y/n, come back down have you baby’ he asks looking down at your sleepy face.

‘Yeah I think so, sorry about that H’

‘No need to apologise sweet girl, it was my fault, shouldn’t have gone that hard’

‘Now you’re the one being silly, meant what I said earlier I would have told you to stop if I needed to, but I know you’ll never hurt me bub, always take such good care of me’ you reach up to kiss him to make sure he know you mean it, you take ahold of his face and before he can even say anything and attach you lips to his, him instantly kissing you back reaching to hold your face in his palms as your hands reach up to run through his unruly curls.

You eventually pull away after a while, you felt as if the rest of your energy had gone into that kiss, so you rest your face into his neck once again your eyes fluttering shut ‘no falling asleep on me poppet’

‘S’not my fault that I’m soo tired, and your tiddies are the comfiest pillow ever bubs’ you nuzzle your face even further into him.

‘Hey, I do not have tits’ he retorted

‘You actually do though, have bigger tits than me’ you turn slightly pressing a finger into the fleshy part of his chest, you then start poking at it making it jiggle to further prove your point.

‘Okay, so I may have tits but what are you going to do about it huh’ he said trying to keep back his giggles.

‘Get you a bra, your gonna need it before long otherwise your back is gonna start to hurt’ you laughed into the crook of his neck. He tried to act offended but failed and ended up laughing with you throwing his head back gently hitting the side of the tub.

Once you had both stopped laughing the calm atmosphere of your bathroom resumed, he could help but smile down at you leaving multiple kisses to the top of your head which you had once again nuzzled into his chest, he couldn’t help but smile at your antics, knowing that you would probably be asleep by the time the water got cold, making getting out the bath ten times more difficult but at this moment he honestly couldn’t care less.

‘Love you poppet’ you rasps his voice an octave deeper after having become quite sleepy and relaxed himself, cuddling you always seemed to have that effect on him though.

‘Love you too bub, love your boobs even more though’

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fernsplaysthings · 3 years

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Well, I sort of said it was a thing. Not working from any one list or intending to do all prompts, or even anything in any order. So here’s some Kestral/Crow in which Kestral realises they have a goddam praise kink. Because Kinktober exists.

Although not wildly explicit, it’s still smut. Rated M and all that.

Be gentle with me.

In all the perpetuation of the damned, years old stereotype of the Young Wolf - untouchable, invincible, so far removed from the average person - Kestral had somewhat forgotten that somewhere between all those things that they were still in fact, unfortunately, a person. A person that was extremely desperate for touch, was utterly destructible, and loathed the pedestal they’d been placed upon after the Red War. And yet despite it all, despite their needs and because it’d seemed right, they’d kept so many people at arm’s length, fought even when they felt like dying, and wanted to be loved so damn badly.

And then along came a lover - soulmate, maybe - in the most twisted, fucked up way they could’ve ever imagined and within months he’d somehow ruined the carefully maintained image and distance they’d upheld. Not on purpose, probably without even realising, but damn it all if Crow hadn’t waltzed in, shone a glaring spotlight on the humanity that they’d hid supposedly for the rest of eternity, in all their darkest corners and with the utmost care coaxed it into the warmth like a hungry little stray in an alleyway.

Remembering that they needed affection was humiliating.

Realising that the hollowness and the craving they’d felt for years was easily filled by a benevolent touch had almost brought them to tears at least once.

Crow hadn’t minded. He’d felt the same and it had hurt immensely when he’d voiced it.

But it’d become easier to remember to be a person, at least around Crow. The embarrassment had all but dissolved. No more humiliation. Accepting affection and giving it in return was as easy as breathing with him. There was however, one thing though and Crow had been delighted at finding it.

It’d long passed working hours, the H.E.L.M had cleared out and Kestral was alone at the wartable with a datapad full of reports they’d needed to check up on throughout the day. Besides the very occasional clank of machinery from the Eliksni wing and the soft hum of the portal in the Awoken wing they were fairly sure they were by themself, stood hunched over the table with images and words scrolling by with the swipe of their hand.

Either they’d been completely enraptured with the detailed analysis of the debris that remained from the cataclysmic events of the Deep Stone Crypt that sat before them or they were just so zoned out that the arms that embraced them from behind and the hot breath on the back of their neck had made them jump. Crow chuckled at their jolt and pressed semi-apologetic kisses to the nape of their neck and over to their ear, tugging the shell with his teeth so gently.

“Evening, beautiful,” he laughed under his breath, “You’re working late.”

Kestral huffed out their breath and smiled broadly, confident that Crow had made plans to whisk them away from the wartable no matter what, and leaned back against him, head tilted as he moved to continue with their ear and neck.

“I am,” they sighed, “And I’ll be working even later if you continue to be a professional distraction.”

The same chuckle that had always turned their insides to warm goo whispered by their ear, “What can I say? I’ve missed you. When you weren’t at the apartment I wondered where you were.”

“Unfortunately, doing my job.”

“Hm, you’re such a good girl.”

Kestral couldn’t possibly have reacted quickly enough to choke back the needy sound that had escaped their lips on hearing Crow’s words, their face flushed so deeply red so quickly, guts clenching, body suddenly taking on a tremble. Perhaps he hadn’t…

Yeah, he had. He’d noticed and either out of instinct or desire he’d pulled them flush to him, his chest to their back, burying his face in the crook of their neck and breathing deeper by the second.

“I’m...so sorry. I don’t know...I’ve no idea where that came from...I…”

The sharp exhale at their neck, at the soft point behind their ear, and the hot open mouthed kiss sweetly bruising their skin told them that Crow didn’t mind one bit and that while he’d definitely arrived hoping to initiate some kind of intimacy for the evening what he’d probably not expected was the high chance that the pair were not going to make it back to the apartment. Or...out of the H.E.L.M. Not that this seemed to dissuade him, hands gripping Kestral’s hips while his mouth and teeth marked them.

“Was it...was it the ‘good girl’ thing because I can keep that up.”

They’d almost managed to swallow the groan this time, nodding and placing both of their hands flat against the wartable to steady themself from the pressure of Crow behind them, pressing them between himself and the surface in front. He rested one of his hands beside their’s, finding the comfortable position that Kestral liked with his body fitting against theirs, the other hand roaming along their hip to their lower belly, holding them tightly back against the increasingly obvious evidence that he was enjoying this just as much as they were.

“Fuck, OK good,” he breathed out harshly, fumbling their belt and the buckles with the non-supporting hand, “Because you’re amazing Kestral and if saying it aloud turns you on then that’s just a bonus, right?”

They couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation, Crow’s over eager attempts to undress them, his excitement at finding new things to please his lover, the fact that the lightest praise from him went straight to their head. Deciding to end his suffering they turned and perched up on the edge of the wartable, legs dangling slightly. Crow wasted exactly a heartbeat before his mouth found theirs and both hands worked free their breastplate and cloak.

“Are you completely sure you wanna do this on the wartable?” they asked between harsh, desperate open mouthed kisses, “What if…”

“Completely sure. Not like it’s the first time…”

His sentence was cut short by Kestral’s teeth on his lower lip, their hands searching below his belt and tugging fastenings loose. Within seconds their legs were wrapped around his waist, thighs gripping his hips now flush with theirs.

“Say something else.”

Their whispered voice shook just a little with the effort of keeping quiet, something Crow was also decidedly having issues with as he shifted slowly against them.

“You feel incredible,” he sighed, swallowing their groan with a heated kiss, “I love you.”

They’d have returned the sentiment if the soft cry hadn’t slipped out first in response to Crow wrapping his arms firmly around them and picking up a pace. Their own arms held on around his neck as they muffled their rapidly increasing sounds, whimpers and groans of his name, in his shoulder, his desperate mantra of ‘good girl, you’re doing so well’ reaching their ears and fogging their brain.

Much to each of their surprise it was over just as quickly as it’d started, Crow with his face buried against Kestral’s neck and panting, Kestral biting down on the meat of their hand to stifle their noises, the other hand fisted in Crow’s hair.

Eventually he’d untangled himself from the Hunter on the wartable, done his best to make himself presentable and helped them redress as much as they cared to in their pliant, jelly-like state all the while sharing in gently bumped foreheads, noses nuzzled to cheeks, and sweet, slow kisses that lingered until Kestral’s senses returned enough for them to pull back and smile at him.

“You’re wearing most of my lipstick, love.”

Swiping his sleeve over his face and ignoring the streak of vibrant red it left up his arm, he chuckled and cupped their face in the way he knew they loved, using his thumb to wipe away the smears of makeup that had escaped from their lips too. They at least needed to appear to have been working late in case someone happened to be around as they left. Not that their relationship was particularly secret anymore, but Crow could do without the Vanguard finding out about the inappropriate usage of the wartable.

He cleared his throat and took a deep breath, “Think you can pack up and come home now?”

“That ship has long since flown,” they hopped down off the table, fluffing up their cloak collars to cover the fresh marks Crow had made, slipping a hand into his, “How am I meant to concentrate on space garbage analysis after that? I’ll finish it tomorrow.”

#guardian x crow #kestral //#rated m #i...did it i guess whoops???

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ranveer--singh · 3 years

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Chehre mein tere, Khud ko main dhoondhun ~ In your face I find myself

A/N - This is my first Chris Evans one shot and it’s pure smut. It is about coming back from an engagement party and making love in the suite.

Warning: Please read this before reading the one shot. 18+, smut, sex... etc

I want to thank the amazing @foodieforthoughts for taking the time to beta this for me. Thank you so much love.

Hope you all enjoy this, make sure to like, comment and reblog.

"I enjoyed myself tonight," Chris said, looking into his girlfriend's brown eyes with such love. "Nice to meet your family and get to know your uncles," he complimented, linking his hand with hers walking towards the lift.

Chris and Monisha had attended one of her cousin's engagement parties at a fancy hotel in town. This gave Monisha the chance to shop for the perfect sherwani for him. After countless hours she found the perfect navy one, which brought out his complexion, it made her feel like a princess.

"Glad you had a great time babe, my family took a liking to you," she replied, smiling at him, not able to take her eyes off him. Giggling as she remembered a time her sister brought home a white boy and all the masi's teased him. "Ma said you were so lovely to my masi's. They can be a handful.

"They were so lovely but kept feeding me samosas with chutney," Chris groaned, chuckling when he heard Monisha giggle. "They said I'm too skinny," making her snort.

"Sorry babe, I may have told Ma samosas were your favourite," she sneered, biting her lip looking at him in the sherwani. When the lift stopped at their floor, walking hand in hand they stepped inside the penthouse suite Chris had booked for the weekend.

Closing the door behind him, Chris took a deep breath following Monisha to the bedroom where she was slipping her heels off.

"Such a beautiful night," Moisha commented, walking up to the window to watch the quiet night sky.

"My view isn't bad either," Chris says, strutting his way over and wrapping his arms around her. They both stood there in silence, watching the town close up for the night. Monisha smiled, her back leaning onto his chest, enjoying his musky scent lingering onto her.

"I love you, Jaan," Chris whispered into her ear; Monisha could only moan in response, feeling her body shiver to those words. "I love you, Jaan," he repeats, noticing her body quiver and about to crumble into him.

"Babe," she whispered, watching the stars twinkle.

"Hmmm,"

"Thank you for coming with me today. I know you had to reschedule a few things, but I appreciate you being with me," she said, her voice crackling. Her voice crackling as he placed a soft kiss on the side of her neck.

"I do anything for you, Jaan," he whispered, making her body tingle as Chris called her Jaan affectionately.

Chris let go of her waist, spinning her instead to face him. His eyes filled with lust as he stood there, taking her in. Her curves were accentuated perfectly in the navy blue sari, highlighting her best features, leaving Chris craving for her.

"Babe is everything ok," she playfully asked, knowing that he loved her in a sari. The first time she had wore a sari in front of him ended up with them having sex in the car and having to cancel meeting her parents that evening.

"I have to pinch myself every day. Is this real? I am dating a goddess," Chris took a step closer to her, lifting her chin to gaze into her eyes before placing a tender kiss on her lips. "You taste so sweet," he smirked, leaning down to peck her lips once again.

"Hmmm," is all Monisha could say. Chris’s rough beard grazed her skin but she wasn’t one to complain. She could kiss him all night. She had pounced on him the night he came home from filming Defending Jacob. He knew what power he held over her, something he liked to exploit by wearing cable knit sweaters and maintaining his beard ever since.

Monisha blushed, turning around and asking him to unpin the pallu. Chris was confused at first until she pointed to the pallu and could feel his hot breath of her skin. It took him a few seconds to find the pin, his hot breath washing over her heated skin, eventually removing the pin to let the sheer material of the sari fall to the floor.

Chris marveled at her, admiring her silky smooth back, running his fingertips over the letters of her tattoo etched on her skin. In italics from her favourite book - the quote is “All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.” from The Fellowship of the Ring, J.R.R. Tolkien.

His eyes travelled to the small thread holding the blouse together.

"Baby, please can you untie the string," she sang, feeling his cold fingertips touch her bare skin. Chris smirked, slowly untying the knot, loosening the blouse. Chris pulled at the string tantalizing slow, only now noting how the act was sensual in itself.

Both strings fell to the side, giving Chris access to her back which he found very sexy. Leaning closer, he delicately placed a few kisses across her back, revel in the sigh leaving Monisha’s lips. There it was, the tattoo on the left side of her back; Chris kissed the tattoo, licking the letters one by one. She moaned, squeezing her legs together to the sensation he was giving her.

"Babe, can you open the window. It's getting too hot in here," she said in need of some air. "Monisha wanted to discard her clothes for Chris was barely touching her in places she ached for him and yet she found her core wet, worrying about ruining the expensive garment.

He chuckled, walking over to open the window a little. Chris enjoyed the cold air touching his face; he looked down to see the town completely quiet. Turning around, a loud gasp escaped his mouth as his eyes gazed on Monisha, now just in a petticoat skirt and bra. With the blouse out of the way, her ample bosom was restrained in an indigo satin bra, his favourite. bl

Chris unbuttoned his sherwani top, placing it on the chair, walking over and pulling her into him.

"Jaan," he spoke seductively, grabbing her by the waist, so she was touching him. "God, you look so beautiful. Like a goddess," Chris whispered before planting his lips on hers for another soft kiss. His hands placed on either side of her cheeks, feeling her skin heat under his touch.

Monisha whimpered, his beard scraping her skin once again. She felt as if she was turning into jelly and falling into his arms. A loud gasp escaped her mouth as his cold hand moved around her back and unclasped her bra.

Chris stepped back, letting the bra fall to the floor. Biting on his bottom lip, his eyes widened, looking at her plump breasts bounce into place. He walked back, grabbing her right breast in his hand; she moaned loudly as he massaged the mound in a circular motion. A loud yelp escaped her mouth when Chris pinched her nipple before taking the nub in his mouth.

He sucked on her tit, listening to her heavy breaths. He loved how her nipples got sensitive when he played with them, being rewarded with Monisha's unrestrained moans in response. She found herself overcome by ripples of arousal, making her grasp at his hair as standing on her own two feet became increasingly difficult.

Chris smiled, moving to her left boob, taking it in his mouth playing with the nipple. He bit the peak, feeling her breath hitch.

"Babe, yesss," she said with a shaky breath. He grinned as he shook her breasts, loving the way they bounced in his hands. Stopping to steal a kiss, he swooped her his arms and carried her bridal style onto the enormous four-poster bed. Laying her down, he moved the loose hair away from her face.

"Gosh, you're stunning," he said seductively, laying on top of her, his fingers caressing her face. He couldn't stop gazing at his girlfriend.

"Babe," she gasped, holding onto his muscular arms for support. Monisha watched with bated breath as Chris teasingly licked his lips, following the trail of his tongue with her eyes. Chris tenderly turned her head to the side, latching onto her skin, finding the spot under her ear that made her toes curl and making his way down her neck.

She squeezed her legs together, feeling the tingling sensation run through her body. Chris started to suck at her neck, leaving marks to claim her as only his. He kissed his way to her cheeks, pulling back to look at her face, smiling to himself while gazing at her lust blown eyes.

Monisha moaned as Chris peppered kisses along her body, making his way down to her chest. He found her breasts once again, taking one in each hand. While his mouth worked on a taut nub, he tweaked the other between his fingers.

"Fuck," She sigh, her voice only over a whisper as she found her senses overflowing.Taking his time on Monisha's body made her pussy get wetter, her face flushing, and she just wanted to feel his dick inside her.

Chris smiled, moving slowly down her body to be met with her stomach. He often dreamt of breeding her and watching her stomach grow with their baby inside. Chris began leaving soft kisses on every inch of her belly. His beard scrapping her skin, making her giggle.

"Babe," she spoke in between her giggle fit.

"Hmmm," he said, kissing her stomach, leaving a few marks there too. He knew what he was getting up to; Monisha knew too; all this teasing made her legs feel numb.

Her petticoat skirt was still on, making the friction between her wet pussy and the fabric very difficult for her to focus. Chris bent down, and with his teeth, he gripped it and started to pull it off her body. Now laying on the bed was his naked girlfriend, who was grinning at him.

Monisha looked down to see he had now disappeared in between her legs. She yelped as his teeth bit at her sensitive skin on her inner thighs. But quickly gave into the feeling of Chris's slow kisses on her skin, groaning while she squeezed her breasts.

Chris licked his lips a few times before bending down to lick up and down her pussy. With a few licks, he could feel her body now starting to shake. He wanted to make her satisfied, so he carried on licking, hearing Monisha groan, her hands gripped onto his hair for support.

She grabbed his hair tightly, feeling the tingling sensation go all over her body. He knew exactly how to use the tongue, and she would crumble soon. Chris smirked, feeling her legs tighten and his left hand gripping her leg and spreading it wider to give him more access to her wet pussy.

He carried on lapping at her slit with wet licks, squeezing Monisha thighs so she wouldn't move. His dick was now throbbing in his pants, and he was trying so hard not to give in and give her all the pleasures she needed.

Her legs buckled, her mouth opened with a big "O" as she came down from her high. Chris grinned, face looking up at hers, seeing her body still shaking. All this from his tongue; he knew his tongue worked magic on her.

"Babe," she said,hoarsely trying to look up, but her legs were shaking. Chris slowly brushed his hand up and down her thighs, relaxing her with his touch. Before dating him, no other guy was ever good enough to give her the pleasure she needed.

"You ok," he asked, linking his hands with hers. His thumb grazed the back of her skin, feeling how soft it was.

Monisha nodded her head, smiling while looking into his eyes and wondering how lucky she was to be with him. Chris took her hand up to his lips and placed delicate kisses on the back. It was a sign of endearment between the two. Slipping his hands off hers, he stood up and instantly took his trousers and boxers off, releasing his hardened member.

She watched with lust-filled eyes, Chris rubbing his dick. A gasp escaped her mouth, watching his hand slide up and down his length. Monisha's body started to tingle, her core burning for his dick inside of her wet pussy.

"Babe, are you enjoying the view," he spoke, his voice teasing her. She squeezed her legs when another wave of sensations crept through her body. Monisha murmured, her body not able to control the feelings she was having.

Chris moved towards her, pulling her body towards him. His eyes stared down at her, smirking as he placed the dick slowly inside her slippery folds. He thrust inside her, feeling the silky feeling of the tip, rubbing against her wet core.

Looking up at Monisha, he grabbed her hands, kissing them. Chris linked his hands with hers, holding onto her as his tip went in, then out. He was taunting her; he could see in her eyes filled with lust.

Chris snickered, watching her squeeze her legs, trying to move her body to increase the friction. He knew what he was doing, making her wait for the big thrusts.

"Christopher, what are you doing? You are driving me mad," she growled, squeezing his hands. Her eyes stared at him, watching him smirk; he knew this would get her off the edge.

"Little patience, my sweets," he whispered, taking the tip out and tapping it on the pussy.

"Fuck," she moaned out; this was taking a toll on her body. His hands tightened around hers, just staring lustfully at her. Monisha was feeling hot, dying for him to get inside already. He continued tapping his dick on her pussy, feeling how hot and wetter she was becoming.

Chris stopped in his tracks, leaning across her body to kiss her lips hungrily. He bit down on her bottom lip, teasing her some more before grabbing his dick and slowly pushing it inside her wet cunt.

"How does that feel," he chuckled, watching her breathing heavily, her body responding to the thrusts he gave her. She couldn't answer, holding onto his hands for support while enjoying the trust speed up.

Chris linked his hands with hers once again, his eyes looking at her with such admiration while he pummeled into her. He licked his lips seeing her boobs bounce up and down. He leaned onto her body, placing his weight gradually onto hers.

He stroked her face with the back of his hand, watching how each thrust affected her body. Chris looked at her and put her head back, feeling the thrusts get heavy. He could tell she was near her release.

Monisha felt her body tighten, her hands still linked with his to help her not fall. She looked at him, his beard looking sharp. Staring at his eyes with so much love. Chris was now giving her sweet words of praise, making her body flutter.

"Shona, fuck, you feel so good," Chris uttered before placing a kiss on her cheeks softly. The beard was scraping her skin which she couldn't help but giggle. Chris enjoyed kissing her; every moment he had, he would run and give her a big smooch. His hips moved, thrusting back and forth, watching Monisha yelp, squeezing his hands tighter.

Chris could tell she was getting closer to erupting. He left his hand from hers and moved the fingers down to rub her nub, whilst ramming into here. This got her breaths to come in short and heavy, her tits bouncing, and her head pushed back, her eyes looking at the ceiling.

He ran circles around her nub while thrusting deep inside her pussy. Chris was smiling, leaning down to and sucked her neck, watching Monisha moan loudly. Her body started to shake, her hands gripping onto his, ready to let it all out.

"Babe, I can't hold anymore," she said in between heavy breaths. Chris smiled, looking up into her eyes; he knew she was ready and kissed her lips. Monisha moaned into his mouth, her body shaking, the tingling sensation floating all around her.

"Come on, Shona; you got this," Chris smirked, his fingers continuing to rub her clit while thrusting for the last few times. He could feel her body crumble down onto the bed, her hand squeezing his hand tightly. Monisha's head moved back, her breathing getting heavier as she shouted some words in Hindi verbally.

He could feel his dick getting coated with her juice, her toes curled, enjoying the second wave go through her. Chris smiled, stretching his head up to kiss her lips; she was finally spent and was working her way down from her high.

Chris came straight after, giving a loud groan as he kept his lips on hers. He was still inside of her, regaining his breath while smiling at Monisha, who was smiling back at him.

"Mujhe Tumsee Pyaarr hai (i love you)," he said, releasing his hand from her pearl to stroke her face. Monisha blushed, feeling flustered; accepting her culture and religion meant a lot to her.

"I love you too, babe," she whispered, kissing him. Her body was now feeling depleted; Monisha kissed him softly this time before her eyes closed, and she drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face.

Shortly after, Chris fell asleep, his arm wrapped around her body. He managed to pull the covers over their body to keep them in a tight-nit space together. Both of them fell asleep, smiling at how much they loved one another.

The next morning, Monisha had woken up to her legs, feeling sore from last night’s activities. She slowly detangled herself off Chris' body and limped her way to the bathroom to pee. She washed her hands, looking into the bathroom mirror to see her body covered in love bites. How was she going to hide them while trying on bridesmaids outfits later?

Limping her way through the bathroom, she saw him fast asleep, sprawled put on the bed. Her heart fluttered, cheeks heating up; he was the perfect gentlemen and best friend. Slowly she staggered into the covers, wrapping her arms around him, giving a kiss on his head before drifting back to sleep.

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Genre: Dark Cyberpunk AU Pairing: Chanyeol x f.reader Words: 5k Fic Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. I’m serious people. If any of the chapter warnings are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please do not read this. Do so at your own discretion. Lots of angst and hurt, eventual smut. Chapter Warnings are below the cut. Author’s Note: There are some specific things in this fic that I’ve personally experienced, and some that I have not. Please understand my intention with this fic is a way of healing not just for myself but hopefully for others who unfortunately have experience with these types of situations. I did a lot of debating about whether or not I should even post this fic, and have spoken to a few individuals about it. Ultimately, with the intent of healing and moving past such trauma, it’s been decided OK to post. Please take my warnings seriously.

Chapter Warnings: Metaphoric descriptions of statutory rape. Assault, sexual assault. Gaslighting. Attempted murder. Brief mentions of substance abuse and prostitution. Minor character death.

You always believed there was no such thing as Heaven, but surely there was Hell. Several iterations of the grotesque and horrific afterlife; because humanity is a plague and that is what each of us deserved.

Perhaps in your younger days, you didn’t know it… no, even then you knew. Deep down inside you remember nothing of happiness or blessing. No memories of a person’s presence, actions, or words doing anything considerably good for anyone else. Certainly not without a motive. Certainly not out of empathy.

Before you could walk, throwing yourself into the repetitive ease of programmed machines and technology brought you peace. Technology is predictable and massively accessible to anyone. Technology is your comfort.

Electricity became nearly free and unlimited after the revolution that ended the War on Power in 2045. So long as the sun rose every day, there was never a shortage, and the resulting surge of technological advancements that boomed, as a result, have made most fairly new tech obsolete.

Sustainable, economic, and eco-friendly power became the way of the world. Wind energy became the norm. Buildings were now made from fiberglass solar panels, stronger, taller, and widely available, so every surface collected energy from the sun. Window glass collected heat to use in the winter, eliminating the need for natural gas heat altogether. More room for technology to grow. More surface area on the ground for parks and forests. Resorts built above an ocean’s surface harnessed the energy of the currents moving below their supports. Anything that wasn’t hovering in midair could collect energy from earthquakes and natural disasters alike, as long as humankind was lucky enough to have built something that could capture the energy and withstand the storm. The earth was well on its way to healing by the time you were born in 2051, and although humankind flourished along with it, the world was still a dangerous place. Corporations rose even higher and politics declined, dissolving into a place wrought with criminal activity and fear. Yes, humans were healthier, stronger, lived longer if they were lucky. But was that really such a good thing? Your parent would throw anything she didn’t find valuable at you whenever you locked her out of the apartment, and she was too weak to force her way inside. You were smart enough to know you would be no match in the likely event someone tried to break in, so you had to defend yourself. You wear wary of the men she brought inside, always idly wondering if any of them were your father, but so few of them ever returned.

You don’t remember ever knowing you even had a father before that, unknowing until she told you about sex and what makes a human child when you were four. Not that you’d asked and not that she would care to speak to you when she was anything other than suffocatingly drunk.

In a room that was barely such, the feeble plywood walls held together as if by magic and the curtain strung up as your door sagged so low it only served to be a nuisance to your agenda. Outdated machines and technology stacked high around the walls, most were scrap parts for your projects.

You dedicated every day to sitting in the same spot, surrounded by computers and machines, and learning what makes them function. The finite possibilities, yet the scope of their differences, is something that brought you peace and kept the gears in your own head turning. Sometimes, you would pretend and daydream as if you were an android yourself. You were not lucky enough to be born as one with artificial intelligence.

You attended virtual school whenever you felt like it, or at least you knew the basics. Your parent didn’t care. She nearly pretended like you didn’t exist, which suited you just fine. From the time you were five, she began leaving you alone at home. You knew how to pull the cracked plastic stool over to the counter and get yourself some goldfish crackers or something else simple. You weren’t allowed to use the stove even though you’d repaired it twice, but the microwave was fine.

You knew how to bathe and how to use the restroom and clean up after yourself because you had to. There was nobody else for a long time. Days came and went when you weren’t sure if she would ever come back, only for her to come banging on the squeaky front door or crashing through it slurring her words and waking you from a fitful sleep to wipe at your tear-stained cheeks in the middle of the night. The notion of your tears on her behalf was always something unpredictable and confusing to you. Why would you cry over such insignificance, you sometimes wondered to yourself.

If she stopped coming back one day you would figure it out. The nice man across the street from your apartment building ran a tiny tech store and he always had a smile for you and something that needed fixing. Most days he would ask you math problems as something he called a “lightning round” of questions for an extra quarter for every right answer. Surely the three dollars he gave you for what your fixed every time was enough to put what little food you needed in your stomach.

By the time you were eight, the habits you and your cohabitant fell into became routine. You became accustomed to sleeping during the day while she was out, setting your school live feed on record so you could watch it later. At night, while trying to drown out the sounds of her screaming or sex or shattering bottles, you would work. In the world you knew, the industry wasn’t as slow as it used to be. Too fast-paced for most new phone models to make it past their six-month mark before it was time to stop manufacturing and making capital, moving onto the next one. From what you understood, a new model of home security cameras could go on the market one day and be in the clearance pile before you got your next paycheck. Security tech became your playground after a few years, and you didn’t have enough money to buy anything. It never bothered you that you were always a step behind the latest tech because you had to wait a week until the latest model began showing up in dumpsters. It was never your intention to be faster than that. By the age of ten, you knew your priority was survival and in order to do that, you had to protect yourself with whatever means necessary. You had six different checkpoints in security on your living space not long after you became familiar with it. An additional four security cameras had been installed by your own two small hands around your building as well, at the entrance, elevator, your floor’s hall, and in front of your flimsy front door. All secretly controlled by you, without the knowledge of the outdated model of AI that ran your front desk, passively named Al- born of the building owner’s lack of creativity or care. Probably both.

You spent your days alone, in the tiny, insufferable hole in the wall place called your ‘home’. Where, as the years propelled to 2063 on your twelfth year, you chose to ignore most of the other inhabitants of this world. On a worn-out and broken faux leather armchair, perpetually stuck in the reclining position. Where you sat to work and where you slept and where you held your breath at the groaning sound omitted from its cushions every time you moved. You kept fixing it whenever it would break, dumping you from the side of it with a ‘plunk’ as the bars jumped off their tracks. You scowled every time they snapped the tracks completely. You worked to hone your skills in the world of technology, tinkering and learning every detail of every machine you could get your hands on from the dumpster behind your building. Sometimes if you were lucky, the building owner would forget to pay the trash removal services and it would pile up for weeks. Heaps of smelly trash were a small price to pay if it meant you could hit the jackpot and take several trips up and down the rickety old elevator with your arms full of tech.

Those were your happiest memories. Your body felt like jelly by the time you finished sorting through it all and bringing it up to your stash, carefully removing casings of microcomputers or game cartridges to get to the gold inside.

Everything was fine and although you couldn’t say you were content with your life- you didn’t hate it. You loved the freedom to be left alone and the peace of your tinkering tech. Perhaps a little impatient to grow up, but with every passing year, you celebrated quietly to yourself during the days you had been told your birth date fell. Somewhere between these seven days, you pulled up the same app on every smartphone you had in your possession and ran quickly around your makeshift room trying to blow out twenty digital candles in one big breath- careful not to trip over small piles of tech as you went.

It became a blur after you turned twelve. Somewhere along the timeline not long after that, a man started showing up to the apartment and threw off the balance you had so carefully maintained. You never knew his name, but you remember his face, his cologne, and his voice, and the way his eyes sparkled with something that sank in the pit of your stomach the first time you laid eyes on him. Most of all, even now, you remember him in your restless nightmares and the raw feeling of vindictive rage that in your weakest moments, reminds you that you’re alive, if only by the boiling heat of your blood rushing through your ears. In those moments, when your vision goes fuzzy with the desire to see him suffer and rot miserably in the deepest pits of hell, preferably bleeding and screaming.

You remember him from a time past, standing in the kitchen with your parent, one of her arms curled around his thick neck and the other raised in the air, his fingers closed around her slim wrist. The suit he wore looked expensive, and their bodies were slowly bending over the kitchen table in a strange dance, waiting for her back to snap and flatten against the wooden surface. Their eyes flashed to yours for less than a heartbeat as you walked to the refrigerator, laughing at something that lulled in the silence.

The next time you saw him he had fed your cohabitant something so toxic she passed out on the floor beside the couch. Then he spoke to you. In his deep baritone, he sounded like he smoked too many cigarettes too often. Or drank a bottle of razor blades.

“Pretty little thing ain’t ye?” he asked, dipping his head through the curtain that thinly veiled your world from outside eyes.

You ignored him, choosing to pretend as if the headphones situated on your head were actually producing audio. So he hit you.

Then he hit you again, screaming at you for ignoring him and calling you a bitch, whatever that meant. You heard it slung at your parent enough to know it was derogatory.

You didn’t even scream, you remember. Very clearly you sat shocked, but tears spilled down your cheeks from the pain alone. The heat you felt on your cheek, swelling and rough as if you’d fallen off a motorized bike and gotten road rash on your face.

Your fingers rose and you can recall them vividly, shaking as they reached to touch at your cheek and the hiss of pain as you recoiled from yourself.

Then, you try not to visualize it, but it won’t go away. You remember the feeling of his hand grabbing yours as it froze in midair, yanking you from the protection and warm affection of your old faux leather chair. It growled as he ripped you from its grasp in protest, pulling you so hard the force nearly dislocated your shoulder while he simply tossed you on the floor.

You remember the feeling of his fingers pulling at your clothes and then pain. Extreme pain, so brutal and fast it took your breath away. Your face throbbed as his palm fit perfectly across your whole skull, pushing your head onto the rough wood planks below.

You screamed, but you don’t remember if any sound came out, or if it was just that nobody cared that you did so. You screamed and cried, trying to crawl away as he grabbed at you. There was a ‘whoosh’ feeling as the air was ripped from your lungs when something burning sunk, forcing itself a home of darkness that never should have been between your soul and your corporeal form.

And then nothing.

You remember waking up to the sharp scent of blood, confirming it when you saw it on the floor around you, glistening and wet in the faint glow of computers. You remember the pain that shot between your legs as you tried to sit up properly, groaning as fresh tears worked down your cheeks. The cry that left you rippled pain across your face, too, and you remember crawling yourself over to your beloved chair and leaning against the comfort of its worn fabric as you reached for any of the smartphones you had.

For the first time ever, the brightness of a screen made you flinch back in the darkness. Persevering, you opened the camera and turned it to selfie mode, inspecting your face in the digital reflection. Your right cheek was fat and red, and two purple circles were clearly left in the wake of where his gaudy rings hit your skin. The stain on your skin crept up below your eye.

You made yourself calm down enough to quell the sobs wracking your chest to softer whimpers and tears to help the pain in your cheek stop.

It happened again some unknown weeks later. Your parent so stoned and drunk she passed out blissfully somewhere else and he came to you again. Your begging did you no good, and you were no match for his strength. Why hadn’t you run the moment you could stand on your legs again after the first assault? Why hadn’t you hauled every piece of your tech and saved dime from your bank account or gone to the nice old man across the street for help? Deep down, you knew. You were confident enough to know he would find you and smart enough to know he would kill you when he did.

The second time, you wished you had a gun or a knife. Not just cameras to catch him in the act. Or something that would make him stop and leave you alone. It was just as bad as the first, except this time you didn’t pass out. You did your best to stay still, compliance your only weapon in hoping he goes away that much sooner if you let it be over with. It still hurt just as bad, and he still left you in a puddle of white and red wetness on the floor. The scent of blood made you dizzy.

For the first time in your life, you begged. You begged the adult that raised you and fed you until you could do it yourself. For just once you desperately wished to talk to her and confirm. To make her do something to save you. You were terrified you wouldn’t be able to save yourself, and if this were the last thing she would ever do for you, if it were the last time you would ever see her, you would be grateful if she would just do something to save her daughter.

Hopelessness and an unending free-fall of terror are what you received. You were stronger than she was, and nearly her height by now, with a young healthy body not wrought with substance abuse. You forced her to sit still and keep her eyes open. To keep watching the video even though you couldn’t watch it yourself, barely able to weather the sounds coming from the captured footage.

When it was over, you hadn’t realized you were crying. Your vision blurred when you opened your eyes, with wet cheeks that felt the rush of air as you maneuvered in front of her and gingerly knelt on the floor to beg at her knees. You gathered her hands in her lap, struggling to hold them as you repeated your pleas.

She ignored them, literally shaking and gasping for breath and telling you it wasn’t real. Telling you it never happened. When you forced it upon her and threatened to go to the police with it she pulled your hair and screamed at you. Screamed that you were an idiot and that he would kill you both because didn’t you know who he was? Didn’t you know the power that man held over so many? No, you didn’t.

And it suddenly dawned on you, she was just as scared. She was scared and terrified and unable to grasp any semblance of control over what that man did anymore. She was a fool to think she ever did, and you were a fool to have a sliver of faith in her. So you left to clear your head, much to her cries not to. Born out of anxiety, fearful you would go to the police.

You walked farther than you thought you could as you attempted to regain the strength in your legs. Slowly, and by the time you returned the sun had fully set, but an orange glow caught your attention from the rooftop, one floor above yours. Wisps of smoke, too. Odd, nobody ever went up there.

A single stray cord and a plastic piece of backing laid on the floor between the elevator and your door, and your heart sunk back down all fourteen floors. You were out of breath and the pain between your legs was searing by the time you shoved your way through the metal door to the roof.

Sitting on the ledge was a gaunt, familiar face. She was smoking a cigarette, watching the flames and smoke from three rust-stained barrels. Inside of them was most of your tech. Your cameras, a few handfuls of smartphones, seven computers, gaming consoles, tablets.

You barely remember what happened after that, but you know it was a lot of screaming and a burn when you attempted to kick one of them and stomp out the flames. That day was the catalyst that made you take action, planning to escape from hell. If there was no chance to be saved by someone else, you would have to do it yourself.

Racing the clock on a high of anxiety, you only prayed that for three days he wouldn’t show up. You only needed three days.

On the afternoon of the second day, you hadn’t realized you were alone in the small apartment of your old and outdated building. You were too busy working like lightning to beat an imaginary deadline on your heels. You hadn’t noticed she had left until you came out shortly to use the restroom and find some crackers.

There he was at the kitchen table, the cheap metal legs of the chair bowing under his mass. You froze, watching him in shock and briefly you let your eyes wander around the living room to realize she wasn’t there. His voice was low as he told you she passed out in the elevator hours ago.

The chair made a horrible scuffing sound as he stood up, and you flinched. It didn’t matter once he took your wrist in his grip, and he made you suffer once more.

Something unhinged him this time, and even through the pain and nausea and the attempt to make yourself faint just to not have to live through it, you felt it. Felt the psychotic shift in his brain as he laughed at your pain.

It broke something inside of you. Escape. Do not let him do this to you. Definitely do not give up and let it happen. Retaliate. Fight. Get away. Run. Live.

You barely recall how you came to the conclusion, or how you stomached the grotesque way, when he leaned over your back, you turned your head. How you took the easiest thing to reach- his right ear lobe- between your teeth, and mangled him for all you were worth.

The gratification was immediate as he sprang from you, shoving you forward and holding his head. You remember no pain in that moment, and smiling with adrenaline, breathless but with lungs full of oxygen at the same time. You bolted before he could come back to his senses, grabbing your bag from your chair, thankfully nearly complete, and ran out, fixing your clothing along the way.

He tried to get up fast enough to stop you, lunging for you with one hand as you made it into the hallway, but whatever adrenaline you were on was potent, and your senses were razor sharp. You ducked his hand, hearing him barrel into the wall with his momentum as you made for the elevator.

You watched in slow motion the hopeless rage morph onto his stubbled face, knowing he wouldn’t catch you in time. Letting go of his ear, you saw it maimed, the bottom half missing, an obvious mouth-shaped crest bleeding heavily onto the floor as he reached instead to procure a gun from his jacket.

Although your heart leaped at the sight of it as the metal door creaked open behind you, his hands were messy, and the gun slipped from his bloody grip.

Turning to get on, you hesitated for just a second when you saw her there, passed out in the corner of the elevator. You shoved the button for the lobby as hard as you could, planning to rip the wires from the panel behind Al’s desk the moment it reached the bottom. It would give you enough time to get away as he descended the stairs.

You remember watching her sleep, but an eerie sense of foreboding grew in the intimate space the lower the elevator went, despite the beauty of golden hour cityscape from the window that served as the back wall of the capsule.

It took a few moments for you to realize the sun looked odd against her skin. Her hair didn’t catch the rays, nor did her lips hold the same color or fullness of your own, a feature you had in common. She looked sick.

An unfamiliar emotion welled in you. Some concoction of fear, sadness, and a heavy sense of solitude congealed in your chest and your throat as you crouched beside her quietly, afraid to make a sound.

Hesitantly, you touched her shoulder, immediately recoiling at the unnatural stone of her form, refusing to be pliant under the gentle press of your fingers. Swallowing the bile that rose in your throat, you grasped her shoulders, shaking her. Her body slid further down the wall when you let go. It remained there on the floor in an unnatural and rigid stillness, heavy.

You tripped as you receded backward, falling against the smooth metal of the door. Terror overcame you and a bewildering sense of lonely unknown stood towering before you in your mind’s eye. Not that you expected to ever see her again. Not that you expected to care, you hated her. But you hadn’t wanted her to die.

“Mom,” you remember choking up her title in reverence, the one and only time in your life you’d ever said the word.

You groaned with pain, suddenly powerless without the adrenaline that was just coursing through your veins. Everything hurt. Your vision, your head, your body, your heart. You were going to throw up. But you’d be damned if you did it before you escaped. You were so close. Just a little further.

Your mouth watered with the impending expulsion of your gut, but you managed to fall backward out of the elevator and stumble to your feet, feeling heavy as you trudged past Al’s inquiry of your health to the panel, ripping every wire out with your fist.

Just once you threw up beside the revolving door of your building before entering. You staggered through it after, feeling a rush of fresh air that told your very soul it was over.

You did it. Now you just had to make sure you survived, but you were good at that.

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April, 2072

You pursed your lips, scowling at the bitter, sour flavor of the lollipop settled on your tongue. Leaning to the right, you lifted your hand from the grip of your bars, reaching through the thickness of your helmet through the open visor and whipping the candy from your mouth with a grimace.

You slowed, unable to afford a littering fine if you just threw it to the wind behind you, even though you wanted to rebel in that way. Too many high-tech cameras on the city streets to get away with anything unless you had the money to pay off the cops.

Which, unfortunately, you didn’t.

Twisting forward to squeeze the brake, you let your bike lull into a quiet purr as you pull off onto a quiet road, looking for the correct receptacle. You let it crawl forward, along the curb, and over a storm drain so you can lean over and drop the candy into the trash. For a moment, you lick your lips, pulling your backpack around to rummage through the bag of lollies inside for a better flavor.

While you search for a strawberry- your favorite- you weigh the pros and cons of just buying a bag of strawberry flavor instead of the assortment. Price, for starters, you scoff to yourself, remembering to pluck the sour apple wrapper from your pocket to toss into the trash. Exclusive flavor bags are more expensive, but you don’t waste as much by throwing out every god damned green apple you pluck from the bag.

Frowning when you come up empty-handed, you take the second-best choice, unwrapping the dark red of a cherry lolly when a presence catches your attention. A man, tall and thin, clothed in dark colors standing still against the bustle of the city. There’s a black baseball cap on his head, pressed down over dark red curls that peek out at the edges.

He’s wearing square, dark-tinted sunglasses that block out his eyes, with ears that bow out from his skull, and you briefly register that he’s built the same all around, in large proportions, from his hands to his face to his towering height.

Even in the late afternoon, his visage glows with artificial color as he basks in the light of a large television displayed in the storefront window. Although his attire tells you he’s trying to conceal his identity, he doesn’t seem to stick out, going ultimately unnoticed by the people passing by him.

His face is turned towards the television as a news channel covers a fire at a large corporate building from last night. It shows impressive plumes of flame and thick smoke, even darker than the night sky, glowing faintly with billions of lights.

The man watching the television bounces a short stick between his teeth, but you can’t tell what it is from this distance. You notice his face moves, the apples of his cheeks rising high as he smiles wide, easily a head above the crowd.

The sound of sirens from the recording of the fire dins away to the sound of an audio clip taken from a phone call. A man’s voice, clearly distorted with an autotune. Raspy, dark laughter, and a bitter promise to chase someone to hell.

A small part of you is smug, rooting for the villain even, and his vicious words to whomever the message are, or was, intended.

The sun is starting to set, and you hate having to watch the skyline glitter with the golden light as you drive on. It’s an unwanted and unnecessary memory, unforgiving in the distance of your timeline.

Luckily, you enter the undercity just as the light grows intense, escaping into the sleepless neon of your world. Into the black market and the tech industry, rife with people who thrive on a never-ending night, as if their veins are made of glass and filled with inert gases to make them glow just as brightly as the buildings here.

You’ve got a lead from a friend of sorts. Someone who you’ve got a history with from your days at the bordello, and who kept you alive once upon a time when you first came to the undercity, terrified but determined to forget yourself and be born as someone stronger, smarter, better.

He’s never given you bad intel before, so long as you could get to it before a clan or a faster loaner. Luckily, you have a natural gift for hacking and the latest model of ‘unhackable’ Hyperbikes are no exception to your deft fingers.

You pull up outside Blue House, scanning the digital bulletin for the job he mentioned. You press your finger to it, holding your breath for the marquee to inform you whether it’s still up for grabs, or if it is unfortunately for you- in progress.

A smile cracks your lips when the green light pops up, and you whip your glove off when the prompter asks to scan your left thumb. A second passes as the soft blue light moves across your finger, chirping in confirmation when it’s done.

You don’t even care what the job is- but Chan promised it would be something you could do. All you remember is hearing a payment sum that could put good food in your stomach for a month straight. The only question you had was why a tech hacking job was showing up on a brothel’s bulletin board.

Ultimately, what was one more undercover prostitution job? You were familiar with the work that came through the bordello, and its basic services. In the last two years, you’ve moved away from it little by little, having made some waves with your work as a hacker in the undercity. Your moniker started to be whispered across the shadows as the underdog, a genius ‘for the people’ hacker that put bad men where they belonged. Only Chan knew you by two names. The rest of the world only knew one.

The name Maneater.

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Across The Serververse, Chapter 10

Hey! thanks to @thatsalotoftoons and @shipping-queen-fay-blog [thank you for your nice comments, but the way] for following this story.

*Approximately 5 and a half hours later*

“There.” Marvin removed himself from the underside of Sam’s newly-fixed car, with an of someone reaching the end of his tether. “You will not find a more ready-to-go car than that, Yosemite.”

Wile.E closed the bonnet of the car and, handing a tool of some kind to Raodie, gave a thumbs up.

The others all hopped down/stood away from the bits of the car that they were working on, revealing the whole thing in it’s shiny, gold-painted glory to Sam.

It was beautiful, the pirate thought while staring at it in amazement. It had been good before, but now it was great! The two canon muzzles that stuck out the end of the car had been modified so they were now ready to hold anything and Wile.E had done something with the amount of stuff the car could hold so it was, in a word, better.

Sam smiled and ran his hands over the paintwork. “It’s as good as new.” He said, trying not to get to emotional. “I-I don’t know how ta thank ya all.”

“You know...” Pepe said, coming over to stand next to Sam and putting his hand on the car door in what could only be described as a seductive manner. “We technically still have ze time? You could probably still run ze race if you wanted...?”

Sam gave it serious consideration, but then shook his head reluctantly. “Nah. I ah couldn’t do that. Not when we’re missing several relatives. I mean...if it all ends up coming down to the last couple of hours ah don’t wanna be thinkin’ ‘if only I hadn’t run that race!’ Ya know wha’ ah mean? Besides. The track do darn go on forever. Nah, les leave it.”

Just at that exact moment day turned into night, as it tended to do. There were no sunsets or sunrises in the serververse [unless you lived in a live-action world, such as Harry Potter] the sun just went up and down without any warning.

With a cry of alarm Bugs signalled to Marvin and the Martian sped-walked towards him with a placating: “Do not worry yourself, my furry brother, I have a torch somewhere in my hammerspa-”

“What?” Bugs looked at him like he’d lost the plot. “Oi’m not scared of de dark, Marvin. Oi scurry me little hide through pitch-black tunnels most of the time, how can I be scared of de dark? No, I want ta plan wit’ ya where we’re going next as - and you may not have noticed this - IT’S DE MIDDLE OF DE NIGHT!”

Marvin's eyes narrowed and he put his hands on his hips. “I appreciate this is a stressful time for us all, Bugs, but if you would kindly refrain from shouting at me-”

“Who’s shouting?” Bugs yelled.

Marvin’s eyes narrowed even further so they were practically one eye and he said, with dignity. “I shall attribute your attitude to both your concern about our siblings and lack of sleep. Now-” Marvin began, his tone, bearing and general attitude reminding everyone why he was in charge of a planet and they were not. “-Listen to me and listen well. We are nearly out of both water and fuel. We forgot to bring food with us, although I am willing to take responsibility for that as it is my ship, and we now have a car to transport. So I propose we go back to Warner Brothers Central for 12 hours exactly. I shall stock the ship with supplies and fill it up with fuel, Sam can take his car somewhere it won’t be a nuisance and we can all get some rest. We’ll then head straight off and decide who to get next after we all have clearer minds.” There was a pause during which Marvin looked at Bugs like he was expecting a reply.

Bugs blinked back at him, trying to process what he’d just said. His head felt foggy. He ran a hand across his forehead and smiled in what he hoped was a nice smile and not a deranged one.

Marvin cleared his throat and said, slowly and clearly. “I propose we do that right this minute as - as you keep reminding us - time is off the essence. Is anyone against that plan?” He asked, looking round at the rest of the group.

If Bugs had been thinking clearly he’d have seen that everyone else was completely cool with Marvin’s idea, even Tweety who had been on edge for about the last 10 hours, seemed happy with it.

As he was not thinking clearly, however - far from it, he was tired, hungry, stressed and worried - Bugs said with the kind of ferocity you might expect from a wolf, should you ever meet one. “Okay, Oi get it. Ya want ta leave our family alone to fight for dere lives!” Voice rising, he spat. “Granny an’ Speedy are in ‘The Matrix’! Dey could be dead-!”

“Bugs!” Penelope cut in, with an urgent head nod at Tweety, who had gone ashen.

Not even noticing her Bugs steamrolled on. “-Or bein’ attacked or somethin’! Sentient A.I’s who knows what damage dey cahn do! An’ Porky and Daffy are in DC World! An Lola’s dere as well! Villains! Superhero’s! Oi mean sure-” Bugs rambled, his voice becoming progressively higher-pitched as his body also started to shake. “All de times we’ve been dere it’s been fine, bit who knows now? Acid vaults! Incineration rays! Plants! That...” Here Bugs struggled for a few seconds to find the words, then managed to grasp them. “...weird egg man...what was his name? - Humpty Dumpty! I mean-” At this point Bugs found himself unable to talk properly and made motions with his arms that, to him, represented sewing and to everyone else represented a nervous breakdown. “Oi mean...” He repeated. Slowing down now he looked at his family with wide eyes and a trembling frame, saying in a small voice. “...Oi don’t know what I mean.” Before bursting into tears.

There was a long pause while the others tried to remember the last time they saw Bugs cry. Genuinely cry I mean, not for a cartoon or the like. Quite a while ago now...

It was Penelope who finally got enough wits about her to go and actually comfort the rabbit. Making soothing noises and reassuring him that Daffy, Porky and Lola would probably be fine as would the rest of the family, she enveloped him in a hug.

One by one the other toons moved in and hugged Bugs as well. It took a while but eventually the rabbits breathing evened out and he started calming down. A little while longer and Bugs said, somewhat shakily. “Okay...Oi’m alright now. Jus’ lost me senses for a few minutes.”

“It’s perfectly logical.” Wile.E said, in what was meant to be a reassuring manner, but came across as lecturing. “This has been a stressful time and the human - or in your case - the rabbit mind can only deal with so much. After a short while-”

It was at this point that Roadie elbowed his twin and held up a sign that said. ‘I don’t think he needs a lecture, Wile.E.’

Wile.E, massaging his arm, saw this and muttered something agreeable.

“Marvin-” Bugs muttered, sounding exhausted. “-take over will ya? Oi don’t feel good.” And he sat down and put his head in his hands.

“Right.” Marvin wasted no time. “Wile.E and Roadie put Bugs up and carry him back to the ship. It’s clear the poor rabbit’s suffering a nervous breakdown of some sort. We’ll do what I said. Hopefully sleep will restore everyone’s minds. Let’s not waste any time now, Wile.E, Roadie?”

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Meanwhile, watching all this from the monitors Pete smiled [as much as a blob can smile] and dreamed about what it would be like if he could be so lucky as to be one of the ‘Looney Tunes’. He didn’t see why it couldn’t work. HIs jelly-like body was practically made for squashing under anvils....

After indulging this fantasy for more than a few minutes Pete slapped himself and started checking the other monitors.

Elmer was still fine. No change there then. Still showing a resistance to Mama’s Yak Stew and the like, but that was understandable.

Gossamer and Witch Hazel...Pete zoomed in and grimaced a little. Interesting. Very interesting. Amazing how people will change when you give them a little power...

On the bright side the guards were reacting well to Hazel. Pete had been worried about that...

Granny and Speedy...Pete zoomed in just in time for a fighting scene. Pete winced...he’d never seen a handbag used quite like that before...

Lola...still good. She was certainly improving. All that training must be paying off.

And finally Daffy and Porky. Last time they’d been fine...

Pete zoomed in and - ah. How interesting. He leaned forward and linked his tentacles together. Really, he should have expected this. What was it Rhythm always said? There are ways round everything? How clever...

His last thoughts, before he stopped his monitoring for a few hours, was to wonder how the other toons would react to this?

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the-mighty-jellybean · 4 years

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Rising From The Earth

Series Summary: After months of trying, and several heats, and ruts, Y/N was now beginning her journey on her road to motherhood. All Steve and Bucky wanted to be is supportive and strong for their Omega, but life doesn't always run so smoothly....

Series Warning: a/b/o dynamics (the fun stuff that comes with that) Smut, Accurate Representation of Pregnancy and (eventually) Childbirth, Strong Language (18+ ONLY)

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader X Bucky Barnes

Part One// Part Two// Part Three// Part Four// Part Five// Part Six// Part Seven// Part Eight// Part Nine// Part Ten// Part Eleven//Part Twelve// Part Thirteen// Part Fourteen//

Part Fifteen: Waitingame

Chapter Warnings: Fluffy Bucky and Steve (seriously it’s sickening), Labor and Childbirth (If you feel uncomfortable at all with the thought of childbirth, this is not the chapter for you, because it is basically the whole thing!)

Word Count: 4.5k

40 Weeks

“You feeling anything, baby?” Steve asked you, rubbing along the top of your bump.

“Absolutely nothing.” you huff, flopping your hands down onto the couch, Steve giving you a sympathetic smile.

“It’s only been a few days since your due date passed. It won't be long, sweetheart.”

“I want them out, Alpha.” you whimper, eyes stinging a little, “I’m fed up of looking like a whale, and having to pee, every twenty minutes. Pregnancy sucks, and I want to be done with it.”

“Honey, you don't look like whale, you’re beautiful.” Steve stroked your cheek, but you turn away from him, “it’ll happen soon, darlin. Just you wait.”

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It was around 11:00pm; you had been feeling unwell, so told Steve and Bucky, that you were going to go to bed earlier. Steve had tried to make a fuss, even threatening to call Dr Cho, or Bruce , but you had said that you just wanted to lay down.

This was proving a challenge for you. Your Alphas were downstairs, watching some old movie, whilst you tossed and turned in your bed. You tried sleeping on your side, propping yourself up and laying on your back, literally every position available to your pregnant self, but nothing was working.

Whatever you did, you couldn't shake this achey feeling in your belly. It felt like you had period cramps, but even your favoured position of laying on your side with your knees tucked to your chest- or as well as you could, with your bump- had proved unsuccessful in easing the cramping.

You sat up, deciding to give up on trying to sleep, and instead you just wanted the comfort of your Alphas. As you stood from the bed, you were met with the urge to pee, you roll your eyes at yourself, before waddling to the toilet.

While you are relieving yourself, the feeling of something other than pee leaving your bottom half, caught you by surprise. You manage to look over your bump, and between you legs, to look down in the toilet bowl. Your eyes widen a little when you see the water below you a little bloody along with some kind of jelly.

The tightening cramps, begin to worsen a little, but they aren't bad enough to make you stop moving or cry out, only a little breathless and uncomfortable.

You finished in the bathroom, washing your hands, before making your way down the stairs. Steve and Bucky’s heads, turned to the staircase as soon as they heard your little footsteps.

“Everything okay, baby?” Steve asked, coming to meet you at the bottom of the staircase. You hum as you take his hand, he leads you to the couch, you collapse into the squishy fabric, Bucky pulling you close.

“You sure, honey. Your skin’s a little warm.” Bucky puts the back of his hand on your forehead, but you just push his hand away, and snuggle further into his side.

“Just a little crampy.” you say nonchalantly. Steve immediately walks over to you, and begins to press around you stomach. You whine at the pressure, not quite the soothing touch you hoped for, but Steve only hushed you, continuing his pressing.

“Your tummy feels a little hard, you been feeling any pains, sweetheart?” Steve’s eyebrows are knitted together in concentration.

“Just the cramps, and my back’s a little sore.” you answer.

“It feels like one of the babies has dropped a little.” Steve’s hands concentrate on one area, pushing and pulling at the skin, making your cramps feel worse. You push his hands away, the feeling of being too much for you to handle.

“Stop, that makes the pain worse.” you mewl, and you feel Bucky’s lips on the back of your head, as he gives your hair a gentle peck of reassurance.

“Sorry, honey.” Steve apologises, removing his hands from your tight skin, “Your waters haven't broke have they?”

“Don’t think so, although; some weird pink jelly stuff came out of me, when I peed.” Your comment makes Bucky tense, underneath you, and Steve frown even more.

“How pink was the jelly?” Steve asked, making your face heat a little, and you can feel Bucky squirming slightly underneath you.

“Err just a little bit, nothing scary.” you shrug, Steve just nods at your words, “what does it mean?”

“It’s probably just your mucus plug.” you just raise an eyebrow at him.

“What the hell is a mucus plug?” you look at him, somewhat horrified.

“Well, little one, if you had red the books, you would know that a mucus plug, is a thick clump of-”

“Okay, please stop talking.” you and Bucky, both have your hands over your ears, and wildly shaking your heads from side to side, not wanting Steve to continue his explanation.

“Let me rephrase the question, what does a mucus plug mean?” you shudder at the thought of Steve continuing his previous conversation, thankfully he doesn't.

“Basically, it means you’ll be going into labor soon, and when you say your getting cramps, I imagine that won't be too far off.” You feel kind of giddy, when Steve says you might be going into labor soon, both excitement and nerves begin to move through you.

The three of you decide to remain on the couch, not before Steve grabs Bucky’s phone, a pen and some paper, just to be ready for when your contractions start.

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2 Hours-Into Labor

And start they did.

Within a few hours, at around 1:00am; you experience your first real contraction.

You are sat on the couch still, head on Bucky’s chest, whilst your feet hang over Steve’s lap. You eyes are half open, as your previous tired state begins to take over you once again. However just before you can close your eyes, you are jolted out of your relaxed status, and you sit up, a hand going to the bottom of you bump.

“Woah.” the pain knocks your lungs of air slightly, merely from the shock of the experience of your first contraction.

“Is it starting, baby?” Bucky asks you, his hands coming to the bottom of your back, digging his thumbs into that spot, that feels the best. Steve grabbed Bucky’s phone starting the timer, and you reach for his wrist, the need to squeeze something overtaking you.

Steve happily lets you squeeze his wrist, whilst guiding you through the pain.

“Just breath, baby. You’re okay.” he uses his other hand that isn't being trapped by your firm grasp, to rub up and down your arm. The feeling of both your Alphas’ touch helping you navigate your way through the haze, the pain had brought on.

After 30 seconds or so, the pain came to a stop, slowly easing off.

“Is it finishing, sweetheart?” Steve asked you, grabbing the pen and paper from the table, and waiting for you to tell him to stop the timer.

“Yeah it’s stopped.” you breath, releasing the grip on Steve’s forearm, and laying back on Bucky’s chest.

“That was so good, honey. Your level of control, is incredible.” Bucky praised you, kissing the top of your forehead, you smile lazily, the pain had only made you tiredness even worse.

“That was 35 seconds, darlin. We need them to be a little longer than that, but Bucky’s right, if you keep doing that, then these babies are going to be here in no time.” Steve cooed, leaning over and pressing his lips to your’s.

“Please tell me it doesn't get any worse?”

~~~~~

6 Hours-Into Labor

Oh but it can.

“Oh, Alpha.” you moan, trying to swing your hips, your elbows digging into the couch, as you knelt by it.

“I’m here, sweetheart. It’s okay.” Steve assures you, grabbing hold of your hips, and trying to squeeze them together.

“It hurts.” you cry.

“I know, darlin, but remember to breathe. You’re okay.” Steve tries to encourage you, but your not quite believing him. “Breath, baby girl. Come on, with me.”

Steve tries to emphasis his breathing, and eventually your able to keep yourself together, in time for the contraction to end.

“Good girl, there we go.” Steve rubs along your back, as the pain slowly subsides. You sit back on your haunches, and lean your head on Steve’s chest. He peppers the side of your face, and neck with kisses, before he looks to Bucky. “How long was that one?”

“50 seconds, 20 minutes since the last one.” Bucky sighs, writing the number down.

“That’s the same length as the last one.” you cry out in defeat, “they’re not getting any longer, not that I’m complaining too much.”

“Hey, hey, hey it’ll happen, baby.” Bucky gives your hand a little squeeze, your not sure you believe him, but decide not to vocally object.

“You fancy going for a little walk round the house with me, sweetie?” Steve offers, “we can get those babies, moving down?”

The thought of walking, didn't perk your interests immediately, but the thought of moving things along, sounded great. You nod, and the two fo them help you stand.

You had managed to do a full circuit of your kitchen and living room, before you were spinning in Steve’s hold, to wrap your arms around his neck. In an instant his hands went to your hips, helping you sway them, as a groan moved from your throat. Bucky ran back to the coffee table starting the timer, as he returned to your moaning side.

“Breathe, baby, breathe.” Steve whispers in your ears, Bucky places his palm on your back, rubbing a small circle, “use your techniques, honey.”

Steve tries to endorse your breathing, but the tightening around your middle was moderately getting more painful.

“In through your nose, and out through your mouth.” Bucky mutters softly in your ear. The contraction began to peak, and your hands moved from being wrapped around Steve’s neck, to grasping his shoulders, your nails partly digging in. Steve didn't seem to care.

“It’s almost over, keep that breathing nice and steady.” Steve’s thumbs hadn't stopped their rhythmic circles on your hips the entire contraction.

The pain slowly began to fizzle out, your posture relaxing and straightening up.

Bucky stopped the timer, and using the wall as a support, scribbled the time down.

“What about that one, that felt longer, it had to be longer?” you stammer out, looking to Bucky desperately. The sad smile that Bucky gives you, tells you everything you need to know. Your head goes crashing into Steve’s chest, a tired sob, is audible.

“You’re okay, baby. It won't be long. Let’s just keep moving.” Steve rubs his hands up and down your back, before he makes you look at him, swiping his thumb under your eyes, wiping your tears away. You sniffle and nod, knowing he’s right. You needed to keep it together, your labor had barely begun, yet you felt as though you were already losing control.

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10 Hours-Into Labor

You had grown bored of pacing the downstairs of your home, as well as, climbing the stairs. Your contraction were becoming longer, and a little more regular. Steve had begun to blow up the birthing pool, whilst you and Bucky were doing slow dance in the kitchen.

“Alpha, there’s another one coming.” you whimper, pushing your head into his neck, your grip around him clenching. He felt your whole body tense under his fingertips.

“Steve start the timer.” Bucky called out to Steve, who could see them in the kitchen, he promptly grabbed the phone, and began to time your contractions. Bucky’s attention turned back to you.

“Sweetheart, you need to relax, remember.” Bucky tries to smooth your shoulders down, but you just shake your head.

“I can’t, Alpha.” you choke, the contraction was reaching it’s most intense wave, and all you could do was hold your breath.

“No, baby. You have to breathe, don't hold it.” Bucky tried to reason with you, but you aren't really listening. “Look at me, honey, look at me.”

You manage to squint your eyes at him, as you turn your head, that was moulded into the crook of his neck.

“Breath with me, don't hold it. Put your hand here,” he somehow detaches one of your clenching hands from his shoulder, placing it on his chest, allowing you to feel his exaggerated breaths, “breathe with my me, darlin.”

You feel your hand rise and fall with each of his deep breaths, and you try your best to emulate it. You soon grasp the breathing technique, just in time for the contraction to come to an end. Bucky looks back to Steve, who had been watching the whole time, and Steve stops the timer, writing the number down, a small grin on his face, as he quickly joins you in the kitchen.

“How long?” is all you can huff out, Steve’s hand coming to your head, that’s resting tiredly on Bucky’s chest, smoothing your hair down.

“That was really good, sweetheart. It was nearly a minute, and ten minutes since your last one.” Steve seems overly chipper, but you just groan, when the timings are revealed, not quite what you were hoping for. “Hey, that’s good, baby, really good.”

You just push your head into Bucky’s chest, whine a little.

“Do you think you can come back to the living room, honey. I need to check you?” you are confused by what Steve meant, by ‘check you’. Could he not see how you are by looking at your tired face?

“What do you mean?” you mumble, drained.

“I need to see how dilated you are.” Steve states, you still have a look of bemusement on your face, but feel yourself being led towards the living room, that has been rearranged.

Most of the sofas have been pushed back, except the one you had taken to leaning on during your contractions, that had some towels stacked on top of it. The coffee table had been moved by the wall, with a home delivery kit, that Dr Cho had given you a few weeks ago; just some gloves, and medically sterilised tools, you hope Steve wouldn't have to use. Right in the centre of the living room, was your birthing tub, that had a hose pipe dangling over the edge as it slowly filled with warm water.

There was a small bed of towels laid out on the floor, and a cushion at one end, Steve and Bucky were leading you over to the floor bed, and helped you to settle on your back.

You couldn't help, but feel your face heat up, when Steve begins to tug at your bottoms, sliding the sweats down your legs. When he goes for your underwear, you close your legs, before he can take them down completely.

“What you doing, baby?” Steve chuckles lightly, he tries to push your legs apart, but you grab his hands. “I’ve got to check you, honey.”

You just shake your head, the embarrassment was too much for you.

“Darlin, we’ve seen it all before.” Steve jokes, but your unmoved.

“I don't want you to see.” you squeak.

“Why not, baby?” Steve tilts his head, instead of clutching your underwear, he relaxes his hands, so that they are flat against the side of your thighs, and rubs his thumb over them.

“Because...you won't want to sleep with me again.” you hide your face in Bucky’s thigh, as he is knelt next to your head. You can hear the two chuckling.

“Y/N, we will always want to sleep with you.” Steve reassures you, “you are giving us the best gift we could ever receive, you will always be our beautiful Omega.”

Steve hooks his fingers around your panties once again, and shuffles them down your legs, slowly pushing your legs apart. Bucky takes hold of your hand, as he can see you tensing.

“What I need you to do, sweetie, is hold Alpha’s hand nice and tight, and do your nice deep breaths.” Steve explains to you as he is snapping on a pair of blue gloves.

“How do you even know what you are doing?” you ask Steve, grasping Bucky’s hand even tighter, when Steve pushes your legs a little wider apart.

“Well, you know the day, you had your little accident with Peter, a few weeks ago?” you feel Bucky marginally tense, and its your turn to rub soothing circles into Bucky’s hand, as you nod your head at Steve. “The whole reason we were at the compound was because Dr Cho was showing me, how to check your cervix properly, as the description in the text books doesn't really explain.”

You nod along to Steve’s explanation, but hold your breath as he starts to move closer to you. He places a hand on your knee giving it a slight squeeze.

“Relax, bubba. Hold Alpha’s hand, and take nice deep breaths.” Steve instructs you, you feel Bucky shift next to you, as he leans down in front of your eye line, so you can only see his face.

“Just look at me, baby.” Bucky takes hold of both your hands, and you relax as best you can, legs twitching when Steve begins to examine you. “Shh, you’re okay, sweetheart.”

The examination was going fine, until the familiar tightening began to stretch across your stomach, and you cry out. The feeling of the pressure Steve was providing, not being welcome, you begin to shift, desperate to move away from Steve and his wondering hands.

“Shh, baby, shh. It’s okay, I’ll stop, I’ll stop.” Steve carefully retracts his hands, as you crush Bucky’s.

“Deep breaths.” Bucky reminds you, and you watch him, as he assists you in your breathing, the feeling of Steve’s gloved hands running up and down your calves. You hoped one of them had started the timer, or was counting in their heads, as the contraction slowly came to an end.

“Is it slowing, sweetheart.” you can only nod, as the only noise coming from your mouth, is the exhale of your breaths. Before eventually your breathing evened out.

“Well done, baby.” Bucky cooed.

“That was great, honey. Your contractions are a minute long, and your about 4cm dilated.” Steve confirms, snapping his gloves off, you shoot him a look.

“4cm, is that it?” you throw your head back onto the pillow, you hadn't read many books, but you knew that 4cm was not enough.

“Hey, don't give up yet, bubba. Your contractions are getting longer and closer together that’s just what we need.” Steve tries to assure you.

“Yay.” you cheer, sarcastically, Bucky and Steve just give you a small smile, before Steve stands, and goes to switch the hose off. Bucky helps you to sit up, as you watch Steve check the temperature, before looking to you.

“You wanna get in here for a bit?” Steve motions to the tub, and you wouldn't be surprised if they heard your back screaming ‘yes’. You decided to nod, and once again Bucky was helping you stand.

He took your t-shirt off, but at your request left your sports bra on, then he helped you to step over the side of the pool, Steve grabbing your other hand, as they lowered you into the heated water.

You sigh, as the water, washes over your aching back muscles, and surrounds your distended bump.

“Do you want one of us in there, sweetie?” Steve circles round the tub, to kneel by your face, you hum, and before anymore could be said, you heard a small splash behind you, before two hands went under your arms, and pulled you against his chest.

You gratefully wrap your arms round Bucky’s shoulders, his going around your waist, and his hands moving up and down your spine.

“That feelin better, doll?” He kissed your hair, then trailed his lips to just below your ear.

“Mhmm.” you purr, the water around you was truly relaxing. Until the torturous pain began once again. “Owwwww.” you mewl.

“Shhh, we’re here, baby.” Steve quietens you, moving closer to you and Bucky, “you’re okay.” You remember to breathe this time, the water worked in making you more peaceful, and bringing your rationality back.

“Good. That’s so good, sweetheart.” Bucky cheered, his and Steve’s voice helping to settle you. Eventually, the pain began to disperse, you breathing evening out.

“You’re getting the hang of this, honey.” Steve cooed, kissing the top your head.

You sure hoped so.

~~~~~~

15 Hours-Into Labor

“Gentle breaths, darlin.” Bucky reminded you, as another pain wrapped around you body.

“Oh God.” you moan, “why does it have to hurt, so bad.” The water sloshes around the sides of the bath, as the pain intensifies and you can't find comfort in the warm temperature anymore.

“Calm, baby. You’re gonna hurt yourself.” Steve tries to still your movements, but the pain is too much at this point, and you try to pull his hands away from your hips.

“I can't, it hurts so bad.” you sob, the pain still going strong, Bucky and Steve desperately shushing you, and keep you from injuring yourself or the twins.

“I know, sweetheart, I know.” you grasp one hand onto Steve’s wrist that is fixed on your waist, the other shooting out to grip Bucky’s shoulder.

“Stay in control, baby. Keep your breathing steady.” Bucky used his metal arm, to help hold your shaking frame, the cool metal was alleviating on your hot skin.

“I can-t.” you choke, the contraction definitely reaching it’s peak.

“You can, come on. You were doing such a great job, honey. Don't give up.” Steve attempts to break through to you, your brain kicking into gear, and the warrior in you, taking control. Just before the contraction ends you manage to compose yourself, breathing levelling out. Once you had completely calmed down, you were able to settle yourself in a more comfortable position, loosening your grip on both your Alphas.

“You have to stay in control, Y.N. I know it’s hard, but for your own sake, it’ll be a lot easier for you and on the pups.” Steve advises you, and you mumble an apology, “sweetheart, you don't need to apologise, you’re in pain. You just need to remember, that the pain’s going to stop soon, and it all be over.”

“And you need to trust us.” Bucky added, and you could only nuzzle your head into his neck, he presses his cheek to yours.

“I do trust you, Alpha.” you confirmed, “Can you check me?” you glance to Steve, who gives you a small smile.

“I can, baby. But not in the tub, you’ll have to get out and lay down.” Steve looks at you apologetically, and you lull your head back a little, not keen on leaving the tranquility of the water.

“I’ll be as fast as I can, sweetheart.” Steve offers, and before he can say anymore, you’re trying to stand on shaking knees, Bucky helping you stabilise, as your legs quivered.

Before you could step over the side of the bath, another contraction crept up on you, causing your knees to buckle, Steve having to catch you, as Bucky was still sat in the pool.

“It’s alright, bubba. I’ve got you.” Steve reassures you, as you cling to him desperately, “it’s alright, hold on to me.”

You cry out, Bucky sitting below you, unsure what to do. Your shift in position meant you felt the babies, moving downwards, and a pressure was beginning to build between your legs.

“Alpha, there’s something coming.” you whimper out, however; before Steve can ask any follow up questions, the pressure reaches it’s climax, and you feel a burst of water running down your legs, splashing into the pool below.

You scream slightly, the pain becoming more harsh at the sudden change, as it’s cushion is removed.

“That’s okay, baby girl. That’s just your waters.” Steve utters reassuring words into your ear, “just breath, darlin. That’s a good sign, it means babies are on their way.”

With the pillow of your waters muffling the need to bear down in your hips, removed; it left you with searing pain, that stretched it’s way up your back.

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” Steve kept chanting. His voice was helping to sooth you, Bucky still sat, a little dumbstruck by the whole scene, and felt he could do nothing but watch on.

Finally the pain began to subside, and you were able to compose yourself once again. Steve helping you step out the bath, quickly wrapping a towel round you, as you began to shiver slightly. Bucky leapt out the pool to aid Steve, as he lowered you to the floor. He pulled a new pair of gloves on, and quickly began to examine you. You squeeze Bucky’s hands.

“You’re at five, baby.” Steve smiles at you, but you just felt like bursting into tears.

“That can't be right. It’s been five hours, and I’ve only dilated 1cm.” you exclaim. You rub at your eyes, both to combat the sleep, but also the tears that are threatening to spill.

“Let’s get you in the bedroom, honey. You need to get some rest.” Steve asserts, once again removing his gloves, you thrash your head around.

“No, no I can't sleep. I want them out. Now.” you demand, your body was beginning to shut down, you were exhausted, and deep down you knew Steve was right, you needed to lay down, and sleep. But you couldn't. The pains were coming fast, and with the padding of your waters gone, then they were also going to get stronger too.

“Look at me, sweetie. Look at me.” Steve tries to grab your face, to stop you from moving it, “you’re tired, darlin. You need to go and rest. We can both lay with you up there. You just need to get a few hours, and you’ll feel much more refreshed.”

You would try to disagree, but you haven’t got the energy to fight them, as they wrap you up tighter in the towel. They try to make you stand, but you make grabby hands for Steve to carry you, but pout when he shakes his head.

“No, baby. You need to walk. It’ll help move the babies down.” you fuss a little, but allow the men to help you stand, both placing an arm round your waist, and leading you towards the staircase.

“If at anytime, you need to stop, bubba. You need to tell us.” Steve directs, and you nod your head, as the three of you, started to climb the stairs. You had nearly made it to the top, before you hunched over, the air being knocked from your lungs slightly.

Steve and Bucky tighten their holds on you, their lips coming to your ears.

“You’re okay, Y/N. We’ve got you.”

“Doing so good, baby.”

“Well done, honey. Keep that breathing, nice and slow.”

“That’s it, sweetheart. It’s coming to an end now.”

Gradually the pain declined, and you could straighten to some degree. You proceed up the rest of the stairs, turning to your bedroom.

The moment, your Alphas, were able to lay you down you curled up, onto your side. Bucky slotted in behind you, Steve in front.

“Just try and sleep, as best you can, bubba. Alpha and I, are gonna be right here.” you reach for Steve’s hand, and he happily lets you take it, you reach behind you for Bucky, who offers you his.

A/N: Had to split the chapter in half otherwise I wasn’t going to be able to finish writing it, and edit it, in order to post today. So Part 2 will be out tomorrow!!!

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