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narcosmx · 2 years

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being the arellano's younger sibling would include...

a/n: i know it aint, i know it aint my unediting ass writing again! you know it's your girl . may be a little short but i am just dipping my toes back in. paciencia mis amores

okay but imagine being the arellano's significantly younger sister or as pancha likes to call you "the accident"

like the rest of the siblings are like in their preteens and teens at this point even javier is in double digits

then momma arellano is like surprise shawties???

and at first benjamin and dina are like ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME MOM FUCK THIS YOU GOT US FUCKED UP IF YOU THINK WE'RE GOING TO RAISE ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR KIDS MOM

then your born and your mom can barely pry you out of benjamin's arms, he's just staring down at you like your god's gift to this fucking earth

whispers imagine being the families rainbow baby ANYWAYS

with that being said, you are obvi the princess of the fucking arellano gang

i need everyone to FUCKING RECALL EPISODE 2 DID WE ALL SEE HOW PROTECTIVE THE BOYS ARE OVER DINA

SCARY PROTECTIVE OLDER BROTHER VIBES, THAT I FUCKING LIVED FOR

and that's mon's older sister, can you imagine how fucking hard he would go for his younger sister??? for his nena ??? i don't think you comprehend this

but also the softness that all the brother's bring that i just ugh chef kisses get this guys

benjamin lowkey sees you as his first child, let's be real. his first like soft love. first like oh shit i love this child more than i love myself moment. i cry at the idea of like at a very young age, benjamin would bring you home flowers and he'd tell you and show you how gentlemen should treat you and carries on the tradition to his own daughters

dina sees you as like her mini me, she's taken you under her wing since the moment you could walk; typical like cool older sister that gives the best advice, talks benjamin down when you fuck up and sees so much more in you than you could ever fucking imagine. you are the embodiment of her dreams and all this family worked for.

ramon sees you as his partner in crime; you're attached at the hip with ramon since you're a baby. he's the brother who would sit on the floor and watch cartoons with you, piggy back rides everywhere, pick you up from school early to fuck it and have ice cream, but also above everyone the most protective over you. no one and i mean absolutely no one can say shit to you, about you, around you. ramon would die for you bitch you are the only reminder that this world is good and he has good left in him. he wants to live up to the ideal you've had of ramon since you were like 5

and panchita well he's the typical older brother; he convinced you that you were actually adopted, encouraged you to do stupid shit so he could laugh, launched you into pools (idk why i have the vibes he taught you how to swim), wwe body slammed you into the couches, dropped you once and got jumped by ramon for it, but would die for you. no one can potentially put you in danger BUT ME

the idea for the roxanne; well it was actually dina's idea. mom and dad 2.0 aka dina and min noticed you snuck out one night. benjamin is FLYING OFF THE FUCKING HANDLES and dina always the cool and collected one is just like we just need to make the place to be in tj a place we own. at least you'll know she's safe bacause she's not just going to stop when you blow up on her, she'll just get better

and hence the roxanne was born and like the place to be in tj, plus you don't have to pay for shit, plus vip treatment a huevo

just being a spoiled rich bby once you get older i am crying them giving you everything they couldn't have at that age

having a guard with you 24/7 like you literally joke to mon that you might as well put one literally up your ass because they are everywhere

going out for a morning jog, not without the car trailing you. going shopping? barron's coming and OH OHOHO we will get to him later because picture this you were growing up while they were making money, you went to private schools and obviously learned english... and barron originally didn't speak much spanish and you being the line of communication... i digress

the junior's are a gang of your professional bitches essentially i live for it but kitty doesn't complain about going shopping with you because he lowkey lives for it (whispers so does mon)

throwing big ass house parties i just the glam life GUYS THE GLAM LIFE

did i mention protective older brothers? if a guy; boyfriend, guy your seeing, random ass guy even raises their voices at you they have three men breathing down their throats, mon has a gun pointed straight to their fucking head and dina is ready to chop this man's balls off and make him eat them

just guy drunk or high off his ass harrassing you and it's literally just mon coming up from behind him with this fucking sadistic grin on his face like "how about you apologize to my sister and i'll consider making out little talk outside quick"

but part of me is also here for you fucking mirroring ramon's sadistic smile and luring the guy in for a kiss and you fucking smash him with a bottle and throw his ass to the floor, heel on his throat like "i don't fuvking think you know who you're talking to" and RAMON IS IN THE CORNER LIKE WHAT THE FYCK FUCK YEAH AND DINA IS LIKE THAT'S MY GIRL AND BENJAMIN IS SILENTLY SMILING proud girl dad moment

"mon get this piece of shit out of my sight" and he's like "a tus ordenes, mi reina" like bow as he drags this poor poor soul away

and this is where i debate your roll in this org

because i can see benjamin wanting you straight ass out of it and dina at some level does too for plausible deniability you truly don't know shit so the government can't come after you

but part of dina and mon also want to groom you into the business; you've grown up around it, you know how it works, you're a fresh set of eyes and ideas and the police aren't on your ass

and panchita is like motherfucker aren't you like 5

idk why i feel the need to add this here but benjamin is 40 putting you in your mid 20s btw

anyways i also think this would make a sPICY backstory for a love interest

barron is an obvious one which could be suPER FUCKING FUN because you obviously spend a lot of time... a... lone... together

mayo is an option and they could see it as a way to connect mayo to the org

or or or dare i say the most forbidden of them all...

chapo

anyways more later ahahah tune in next time to my late night rambling

#narcos mexico #narcos mexico fan fic #narcos mexico imagine #narcos mexico imagines #narcos mexico headcannons #benjamín arellano félix #ramon arellano felix #enedina arellano félix

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dragonsareourfuture · 3 years

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You can write AND you can draw????? I have so much respect for you it’s insane. May I please have some Misa headcaons with an extremely tall s/o 😫

JEHWBSJEH YOU FLATTER ME OMG

And of course you can!! I ADORE tall! Reader so here wE GO—

Misa With A Tall S/o

- She loves cuddles either way, but just the utter joy in her when she realizes that your tall frame can just absolutely envelop her in your warmth is indescribable. She’ll ask for your cuddles anytime, anywhere.

- OH MY GOD PIGGY BACK RIDES

- She wants them when she’s done working on set for the night and claims she’s just too tired to walk.

- And around the task force headquarters when she can’t reach something up high (which is quite often.)

- If you want to tease her, hold one of her accessories or little stuffies above her head. She’s honestly so cute when she looks up at you and pouts with that little blush across her face.

- Her head is at the perfect level to rest against your chest while standing, so that’s just what she does. While the task force is scheming around you two she just plonks her head down and listens to your heartbeat when she gets overwhelmed (whenever Light opens his mouth).

- on that note she also rests her head on your chest while falling asleep, body pulled close to yours while her shorter legs entangle with yours.

- Sits in your lap 25/8

- Loves, loves, loves it when you hold her cheeks in your hands and bring her face up to kiss you. She can’t help but squeal against your lips.

- If you’re taller than the task force members she’ll ask you to take their stuff and put it somewhere they can’t reach and laugh while they struggle.

- Sadistic and we love it <3

- Does this cute little version of her own “uppy hands” where instead of grabbing at air she does little jazz fingers when she wants you to pick her up.

- It’s honestly hilarious seeing you two standing next to each other since she’s like five foot even and you’re absolutely towering over her.

- Yes, y’all have been mistaken as parent and child from behind while out in public and it was fuckin’ weird as hell.

- Your posture suffers from bending down for kisses, slouching to hug and cuddle, etc.

- But are you going to stop doing those things? No you’d rather die.

- Greetings include her bolting towards you and leaping into your arms.

- She wears your hoodies like dresses/nightgowns.

- Picture like: the bubbly yet chaotic princess with her towering bodyguard. That’s y’all.

- Your dynamic is just overall adorable and everyone is jealous of your power <33

#death note #death note x reader #death note x reader headcanons #x reader headcanons #gender neutral reader #x reader #misa amane x reader #misa x reader #misa amane #death note misa #fluff #fluff headcanons #headcanons #death note headcanons

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fleet-admiral-hiba · 3 years

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Hello ~ Can I have some headcanons for Katakuri having a daughter pls ? Like how react/act during the pregnancy and how he act with his daughter. He doesn’t like the mother (like it was an arranged marriage) but you can choose if he loves his daughter or not 😊

Hey Piznie, thank you for the ask. It is a great one and I enjoyed it immensely. Also this will have a twist at the end…

KATAKURI REACTION TO HIS WIFE PREGNANCY

You were the daughter of a powerful ruler and you got married with Katakuri, son of Charlotte LinLin. It has been already three years and now you were pregnant. Unfortunately you weren’t exactly pleased by this entire ordeal and your lousy mouth landed you on the bad spot of the entire family. They didn’t take kindly to your insults to their brother

He on the other hand was overjoyed to have a kid of his own, even thought he hates you for your rude personality and bad temperament. Your hate for his family was appalling and, despite him knowing that you didn’t like the situation, you could have at least pretended to be somewhat numb to that, at least pretended to be happy for the public.

You even lived in different sides of the house, such was your hate for each other. Still, you needed some human contact and your husband was the first to pop on your mind. After different attempt you managed to get down to business and SURPRISE. You were pregnant.

So you were in sweet wait and he intended to be a good husband and father to the little one, even if it meant keeping you away from the life of his new baby. So everything you need he will provide. Food, supplies, baths, comfort, whatever you need he shall provide. You, on the other hand, were not.

You became more and more abusive to him, despite what he was doing. You just hated him so much that he couldn’t like you matter what. He was patient, but even he had a limit. Don’t think that cause you were in an arranged marriage you were the only one unhappy, he was forced to marry you, and he hoped at least to have a rational partner, not a spoiled brat.

Still, what he did was for his daughter, nothing more. She wasn’t yet born and she couldn’t hate someone just because. She still was his daughter whether he liked it or not, and lucky you, he loved you very much.

His sibling helped him cause they wanted to see their little niece, and Brûlée reassured him that he will be an amazing father, despite his wife saying otherwise.

Nine months passed and you were born, d/n Charlotte. You were so cute and you resembled him a lot, apart from the teeth you were just like him. Your mother , unfortunately did not like how much you resembled his hated husband, so he had to take you away from her. He could not lose you. He just had this strange protective sense all around him and he couldn’t ignore it.

Days after you were born your uncles and aunties came to visit and saw something extraordinary. Their brother, sleeping with you in his arms, all bundled up and comfortably snuggled in the crook of his arm. You were just so small and so cute. Although they would’ve liked to watch him more, a shrill disturbed the peace, and the mother came in bargain demanding to be handed the child. She had no good intentions of course.

The mother quickly was lead away and you spent the rest of your childhood with your father. He even showed you his face and he wasn’t ready , but you just showed him so much love. Unlike his wife, you just saw him for what he was, a loving father. Just when he needed to and more friendly when he could. He tried his best with you, and your love for him was so great he shed a tear.

Also… you became the princess of the family. You got so spoiled , and you were still so little and so young. Gifts, tea parties, playtime with your aunties, piggy rides and so on. You just were a good and loving soul. Just like him, you loved your family for who they were, not for their looks.

You didn’t know much about your mother, and you asked your father if you could meet her. He was hesitant but if you wanted to see her, he would accompany you to her. So this led you to spend a week with her, and you came back crying. Her insulting word broke your heart. What did you do wrong? You just wanted to know your mother. She couldn’t bare to see the results of her night with him, hatred still embedded deep in her heart. But this didn’t excuse the fact that she just abused her own daughter for no reason and she would pay

You went and lived with your family, living an happy childhood and managing to melt the heart of your gentle and loving giant of your father. Seriously, he was almost whipped for you, key word almost. But you had power over your aunties and uncles

The fate of your mother is still unknown. Is she alive? Or is she dead? Who knows, only time will tell.

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece headcanons #one piece imagine #one piece masterlist #one piece scenario #one piece x y/n #charlotte family #charlotte katakuri

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vintage-writes · 3 years

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Six Shots Later Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

Word Count: 1 728

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki

Summary: The League of Villains decide to go bar hopping one night and Shigaraki boasts about his impressive tolerance. Impressive indeed, six shots later and he is literally barely able to function. It is now Y/N’s job to see him home safely.

Warnings: None, It’s all fluff. He’s literally an angel.

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The dingy hallway stretched forward in a rather bleak manner. The air feels musty. The lighting is terrible. Most bulbs have burnt out already while others flicker insistently. The paint is peeling off the walls and the distinct smell of urine wafted in the air. The apartment building is absolutely disgusting but funds were low and it is rather inconspicuous. The heroes most probably won’t have the stomachs to search the building or will assume the League of Villains would have more class. Whatever the case, this disgusting sack of bricks is the current residence of the most feared villains in Japan, and it’s ironically fitting. The upside to a building this disgusting is that there are barely any other tenants, and the few who remain in the building tend to mind their own business. Which is exactly what you need right now.

“Move Faster!” shouts Tomura Shigaraki, the head of the League of Villains.

“ ‘I don’t get drunk easily’, he says", You mutter under your breath. Yes, clearly Shiggy has the amazing tolerance he so desperately claims he has. Six shots later and he’s stumbling around the street yelling Christmas carols at random passers-by and claiming that they have no Christmas spirit. He then proceeded to wave using his father’s hand, which effectively created a lot of chaos. You are praying to God that no one who saw thought calling a hero was necessary.

Shiggy moves around trying to get more comfortable on your back. Of course, being the girlfriend, you now have to lug him back to his room while everyone else moves on to the next bar. You can now cross, giving a Villain a piggy-back ride, off your bucket list. Shiggy shifts again and yells out more words. You have no idea what he’s saying.

You finally see the door leading into your shared apartment, you adjust him on your back as he flops forward causing you to stumble into the door.

“Babe?” You ask.

No response. Maybe he knocked himself out.

After fishing around for the key you’re able to get into the apartment, lock the door and enter your room. You shift Shigaraki onto the bed and he flops onto his back. You can’t help but give a quiet chuckle at his starfish shape. Cotton Candy hair framing his peaceful face. The bags under his eyes are still prominent and yet he appears to be comfortable. The air in the room is peaceful, a rare moment for the villain haunted by his nightmares. His chest rises and falls steadily and his eyelids flutter slightly.

You leave quickly to fetch a wet towel and upon return you see that he is sitting up. He sways slightly on the bed. His clothes are ruffled and his hair sticks up slightly. His eyes are barely staying open as he rubs at them like a child. The soft expression on his face doesn’t quite surprise you, over the past few months he has slowly but surely opened up to you. His soft nature is often overlooked due to his criminal persona, but it’s always there. Tomura never yells at his comrades, always treats them nicely, and remembers small things about them. A memory pushes its way to the surface of your mind. Three weeks ago, Tomura ordered food for all of you while you were out on a job. It was only him at the warehouse and when you got back you were starving. You fully expected him to just order a few pizzas but what awaited you was a variety of your favourite dishes. Not a single person said it out loud, but you felt it. You all came to a silent agreement. This man is an Angel and you would remain loyal until the end.

If the world could see the Tomura that you see, they would understand. You see it, even now, how delicate he looks lying on the bed. You could blame it on the alcohol for stripping away most of his walls, but this person in front of you doesn’t want to harm anyone, he is vulnerable. You take a tentative step forward and lean down in front of him. Crimson eyes study you gently with vague recognition. You take your cloth and gently wipe across his eyes.

His nose.

His cheeks.

His Jaw.

You pause and breathe in slowly. Strong alcohol permeates the air around him. His clothes also look uncomfortable. Although the material looks soft, it is rather thick. Possibly too warm for the night air. In the past few weeks, you have crossed a lot of boundaries ,respectfully, in this room and on this bed. Surely, he wouldn’t mind losing a few layers of clothing for a short while.

You move to grab another shirt from the cupboard before settling in front of him again. You blush as it occurs to you that your are Kneeling directly in front of him.

No No No. He’s drunk, pull yourself together!!

You clear your throat.

“Just Breathe”, you remind yourself. You reach for the corner of his shirt and tug gently.

“Tomura? Hey Baby, I need you to let me take off your shirt.”, You say as you tug again.

He throws his back and lets out a weird whine. You freeze and immediately let go. Crimson eyes stare at you again, however this time, it is not gentle. His expression has completely darkened. You lean away from him and watch as he holds up both hands.

“I..”, he says, but doesn’t finish his sentence. His mouth gaping open and closed like a fish.

You hum gently and watch carefully as his words fail him. He looks like a small child about to throw a tantrum. His face twists as his mouth struggles to form words. Weird huffing noises escape him. For a second, you wonder if he might actually lose his cool and yell at you. Perhaps, you overstepped?

“I Have a GIRLFRIEND!!”, He shouts suddenly. The word Girlfriend is drawn out slowly as if he were talking to a child. You freeze before your lips move on their own. A smile has officially wormed its way onto your lips. You swallow hard.

Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh. Even though he is so cute right now. His lips have morphed into a pout. His childlike expression throws you off guard. Your breath catches and his eyes scrunch. How can someone with so many crimes be so adorable? How is he so beautiful? Red eyes glow in front of you, completely incandescent. This villain may kill you by looks alone. You look away feeling flushed.

“Baby, I am your girlfriend.”, You offer gently, “It’s me, Y/N”

“Princess?”

“I’m here”

His eyes light up slightly, his expression calm once again. Until his eyes narrow at you. He’s studying you, you can feel his gaze searing into your skin as he analyses every nook and cranny of your body. His eyes seem half satisfied before he blurts out.

“You’re also very pretty. My princess is so beautiful. She’s stunning. She’s my light. I like the light.”, he babbles. His voice is surprisingly smooth. Your heart leaps forward. He’s going to be the end of you. You suddenly feel the need to hold him. To hear his heartbeat and to feel his breath against your ear while he whispers gently, the sweet sayings that can comfort you in any tragedy. His warmth, that glows strongly in someone that the world has cast away. You reach forward to grab him again but he jerks away again.

He whines again. His hands ball into fists as he raises them. His eyes are wide open. His mouth tilted into a frown.

“I don’t want you to die.”, he admits softly.

��You’re not going to hurt me.”

You reach forward again, this time your aim is directed to his jacket but he evades again. He appears more desperate now. His hands are even higher, as they wave around.

“Baby, please trust me.”, you say gently as if talking to a wild animal ready to bolt. He tilts his head and looks at you again. His face blanks. Void of any emotions, his face tilts in the other direction. He huffs out a breath before allowing the faintest smile to grace his chapped lips.

“Ok Y/N, I trust you.” he relents and lowers his arms slightly. The initial wariness has not left him though. You reach again for his jacket and extract his gloves. You gently raise your hand and curl your fingers around his left wrist. You whisper some words of encouragement and slip his glove on. You then reach again for his right wrist and slip that glove onto his other hand. He wiggles his fingers within the gloves.

You burst out laughing at his innocent action. His fingers wobbling about as his face shapes into the brightest smile. It overtakes the room and any uneasiness fades away. He too lets out a low chuckle and throws his head back. It’s surprisingly soft. He leans forward unsteadily and looks you dead in the eye. His right hand lifts ever so gently before running a gloved finger over your head and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He smiles again, this time, it feels softer, more intimate. His eyes have drilled their way into your soul. The glow of fireflies entrap you into his world.

“Now I can’t hurt you.”, his voice flutters against your ear. His breath is hot. Heat spreads across your face and your tiny voice of reasoning begins to soften ever so slightly. He pulls back slightly and your eyes immediately lock onto his lips. Chapped ever so slightly but full and soft nonetheless.

Shiggy’s head sways forward, forehead resting against your own. Powder blue hair curtains around us. His breath fans against your face, fluttering against your lips. Mouth only inches from my own. Your lips part. You’re ready. Heart Beating. Head pounding. Blood rushing.

“Goodnight Love”, he whispers, before turning away.

What?

He flops onto the bed. Head first and still shirtless.

Are you kidding right now? He proceeds to bury his nose into the cushions and before you know it, he’s fast asleep.

Did he just?

Sure whatever.

You climb onto your feet and hop onto the bed next to him. It’s fine, You’ll get him in the morning.

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rayofsunas · 4 years

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haikyuu!! as dads (pt.1)

A/n: hello! starting off with a clean slate here yay! if some of the first few seem so short and the writing seems different, it’s because I wrote half of this like three days ago- anywways, requests are open btw!!

Summary: haikyuu characters as dads/domestic living.

Pairings: Semi Eita, Bokuto Koutarou, Kuroo Tetsurou, Oikawa Toru, Kenma Kozume

Warnings: some timeskip spoilers, fluff, parenting, angst (kinda) swearing (maybe), crack, all characters are aged up

Word count: 1.8k

Part Two!

Semi Eita

- the serious sometimes scary looking dad, but other than that he’s a fluff ball

- he may look scary but he simply cannot punish them for anything

- especially after they bonded over music, legit cannot do nothing wrong

- on the days he’s not working or with his bandmates, you can often find him with his twin daughters, teaching them how to use different musical instruments

- okay, so your daughters are still pretty young, so they aren’t very good at using most instruments, but for Christmas you and Semi got them both a small set of drums, something easy

- it was very cute to come home from work to see your husband and daughters loudly practicing on the drums

- sure at first it gave you a blasting headache, but after a while you got used to it, and even jammed out with them when you had the time

- mainly just random sounds/beats coming from the two five year olds, but Semi doesn’t mind, he’s willing to teach them and he does proudly

- if one of his daughters or both wants too

- definitely writes songs for his daughters and you

- i can see him writing lullaby’s for them and working on them for hours making sure they were perfect

- lets just say they were perfectly beautiful

- because you went to high school together, the nickname “semi semi” stuck with you (thanks chicken tendo)

- but your girls will also cutely call him “semi semi”

- you often bring them to concerts despite semi saying it’s probably too loud for them

- he’ll let you sit safely with them back stage uwu

- after he runs back to you three and is bombarded with hugs, high-fives and kithes

- YOU’RE ALL SO PROUD OF HIM

Bokuto Koutarou

- bokuto is a hyper dad, which we all saw coming. there is no taking the child out of bo

- i feel like he’d want tons of kids, probably even uses his children as an excuse to act the way he does

- i can see him with a few kids, 3 to be exact (2 boys and 1 girl)

- he likes to be really involved with his children, and gets very sad/emo when he doesn’t see them for short/long periods of time

- for example, the Black Jackals is a whole different game field than high school volleyball and it’s much more time consuming and has him away a lot

- when he does come home and has time off, let’s just say he clings to his children like a puppy

- even after a while THEY get sick of him and wanna ditch him, cue emo bo :(

- if his children gang up on him (which they do) cue emo Bo again :(

- he babies them all, can’t ever say no

- tends to go back on his word lmao

- if your oldest son begs and begs for season tickets to his favorite sports team? Bo KNOWS they can be expensive, and he was even scolded by you, but two hours after saying no, he runs back to his son and gives him the money

- if your daughter wants to get her nails done with a group of friends, he knows she picks out the most expensive polishes, etc, BUT HE DOES NOT CARE, he will gladly give her the money and even go with her to get his nails done

- yes, you heard me

- of course he’ll being chaperone for this girls day, he promises to pretend that he doesn’t know them and keep his distance (sit very far away lol), but after a little while its just hard to contain and he’s screaming to everyone in the salon that his daughter is sitting on the other side of the room eye-

- your youngest son wants an expensive sports car? done

- he just wants to make his family happy, pleaseee

Kuroo Tetsurou

- poor Kuroo, he has 2 daughters and you, so he’s surrounded by girls lol

- he actually doesn’t mind it tbh

- between you and his two daughters, he wouldn’t have it any other way

- just gives him an excuse to be overly protective

- anywhere in public, expect either kuroo holding your hand

- or holding his daughters close to him (piggy back rides, yes)

- or, he stands protectively behind you and your daughters while you talk to someone, sending them threatening glares behind your backs

- he was shy as a child, so it wasn’t surprising when one of his daughters, the youngest, was very very shy

- he doesn’t mind once again, just gives him an excuse to be protective

- although he’s busy, he always makes time for his girls ALWAYS

- definitely a bragger

- if his family is brought into a convo, he pridefully will express how cute and smart his daughters are, may or may not openly declare his daughters are the cutest amongst his co-workers children

- he’s mad intuitive and aware/observant

- kuroo always knows when one or both of his daughters are about to start crying/throw a fit

- cue dad kuroo prepared to crack funny chemistry and or science jokes

- his shy daughter finds him very funny, doubles over every time he cracks a joke and calls him a “silly rooster”

- even when she's older she still laughs and even copies his jokes

- but his other daughter just cringes, every time sigh

- when she was younger she used to fake the laughs, but when he started saying the jokes in public she just stopped reacting, hoping he would stop-

- he didn’t...

- i like to imagine kuroo and kenma staying friends even after high school, and since kenma has hella video games and a whole arcade in his house, he’ll often bring his daughters over to his house

- his eldest daughter loves it at uncle kenma’s house

- cue jealous rooster dad

Oikawa Toru

- okay so oikawa is ALWAYS busy

- isn’t home much, except during off seasons or if he messes up his knee again (yes, it’ll happen)

- in the event that he’s home due to a knee injury, he’ll wanna be catered too lmaooo

- he doesn’t expect his little girl to cater to him and really only teases you about it

- but his daughter will get him whatever he needs while he’s propped up on the couch

- she admires him so much

- his daughter kinda has a smart mouth-

- definitely got that from him, having picked up on it from a young age, while he was home

- when he was home once propped up with a messed up knee, she went “here dadkawa” as she handed him an ice pack

- he laughs at the nickname, asking you about where it came from later

“she was on call with hajime’s daughter yesterday... hajime asked how ‘poopykawa’ was doing”

- he just rolls his eyes, “at least he cleaned it up for her sake” you explained

- will not lose the “kawa” part, so it’s dadkawa lol

- when he’s away, she’s always asking for dadkawa

- when he’s here they're inseparable

- morning breakfast now will be her sitting in his lap instead of yours

- she asks to watch cartoons with him instead of you :(

- bath time consists of her arguing with you as you try to wash her hair, while oikawa sits on the closed toilet seat laughing to himself

- “mommy i want dadkawa to wash my hair!”

- “you always whine that he gets soap in your eyes”

- “I don’t care!”

- when you bring your daughter to games, she’ll be cheering him on proudly, “mommy, look at dadkawa!” “GO DADKAWA!!!!”

- since he plays for the professional Argentine team, i figure you all live in Argentina now, traveling from Argentina and Japan was tiring, so you moved to be closer

- when the news approaches him after or before games, he makes sure to show his daughter off and the whole time it’s his daughter stealing the show

- she might be shy at first, but as long as dadkawa is holding her, she’s fine

- he’ll teach her Spanish, defiantly sings happy birthday to her in Spanish because it’s special

- he calls her his princesa (princess in spanish)

Kenma Kozume

- if his child didn’t enjoy video games like him or any of his hobbies like volleyball, I feel like Kenma would have a hard time with them

- he loves his son yes, but he’d have a hard time interacting with him, especially if he’s not into video games or volleyball

- if he is though, you can often find the two in kenma’s home office, playing games

- when your son was a infant, you would always come home from being out/work to find your son sitting in his pj’s on kenma’s lap watching his dad play video games

- “it’s late, ken. i see he’s already in his pj’s- did you already have dinner?” “yes”

- “without me?” you asked, lifting up your son to give his cheeks kisses. “there’s apple pie in the fridge.”

- eye-

- yes he fed your son that, yes he needs a little guidance, yes he needs to be told apple pie is NOT dinner

- on another occasion of coming home, you found your boys in the same spot, once again playing video games, your sons eyes drifting between the game and his father every time he muttered under his breath

- “the screen is bad for your eyes kenma, and he’s just a baby! he’ll get bad eyes too!”

- kenma’s short answer is, “he won’t”

- when your son got older, and he started getting into video games, it got harder for you to tear his eyes away from the screen

- he’s been around video games his whole life, so of course it’d be hard, you just didn’t think he’d grow attached

- kenma leaves most of the strict parenting to you, because he LEGIT doesn’t NOT know what to say

- he’s lowkey afraid he’ll push his son away if he says the wrong thing, but he’s also worried that if he doesn't say anything, they’ll have no real relationship, so he struggles

- he tries his hardest to bond with him over video games and volleyball though

- as said by your son, kenma’s cooking can’t compare to yours, BUT he does know how to make a yummy apple pie

- his son will help kenma with said apple pie, when he’s younger he was often the taste tester and made a mess every time

- kenma gets nervous in huge crowds and really around anyone he doesn’t know, so if his son is a social butterfly he’ll try to get kenma used to people other than himself and you

- somehow, during the rare moments his son has problems (friends, school etc), kenma will be the one to speak up privately

- he’ll definitely tell his son to surround himself with a good friend/good friends, he also makes sure to let him know the importance of quality over quantity

- he has a brotherly relationship with kuroo, and if not for kuroo he’d be alone, he wants the same thing for his son

10.20.20, rayofsunas

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#semi eita #semi eita x reader #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #oikawa toru #oikawa toru x reader #kenma kozume #kenma kozume x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto koutaro #bokuto koutarou x reader #rayofsunas

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toastywarmhappyhats · 3 years

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To build on my chaotic/slightly feral Raya take, because I can and will die on this hill, Raya is severly touch starved, which leads to a lack of awareness of things like personal space. Luckily, the people who care about her don’t seem to mind.

It’s only with people she trusts, of course, and she definitely doesn’t trust easy, but once she does just constantly be prepared for a hug or hand holding or any other platonic contact.

Whenever she sees Tong, you can bet that 5 minutes later she will be getting a piggy back ride from this mountain of a man, and neither of them even mention anything about it. Like they can be in the middle of a serious conversation with someone or just walking through the area, and Raya is just on his back, acting like nothing is happening.

(Tong will always have a soft spot for the Heart princess, he too knows the burden of being the last of his people)

Boun now has two sisters that love to ruffle his hair whenever he sees them, and Raya always chooses to sit next to him when she eats at the Shrimporium, so that they can be shoulder to shoulder.

After an extensive lecture from Namaari on how to interact with children, (apparently holding them by their armpits like a piece of garbage and using a sword as a threat is “unbelievably careless” and “dangerous” behavior), Raya constantly wants to hold her and carry her around. At this point, whenever Noi sees her, she immediately is jumping into her arms, and Raya will refuse to put her down for as long as they’re together.

When she visits Fang, the people there are completely baffled at the sight of her just sprawled across the princess’s lap while she works on budgeting forms or trade agreements. The normally stoic Namaari (who terrifies anyone who’s not a child) just has one hand in Raya’s hair, gently combing through the strands, and the two can be found just sitting in silence together often.

(That peace is also often quickly broken by one of the two affectionately insulting the other, which leads to play fights fairly easily)

Raya will also reach to grab Namaari’s hand all the time, seemingly out of nowhere. Namaari can be in the middle of a conversation with someone else and Raya will just come up and slide her hand into the other girl’s, and without missing a beat, Namaari will just accept it.

No one is really sure if Raya realizes she does this, or if it’s just a side effect from being isolated from everyone she’s ever loved for so long, but they don’t care. They also don’t want to make her self-conscious by bringing it up, so they just... don’t.

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mansions-maiden · 3 years

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Helloooww againnnnn xD

Thank you so much for taking my request before (arthur mc switch place). Sooo i wanna request again if you have timeeee xD

About young mc was a mischievous kid, problem child and often got spanked by her mom back then. So i wanna request the scenario of mc suddenly become a little girl and 12 of them will dealing with her shit*y mischievous behavior xD. Kinda wanna see they got tired and traumatic to have children xD

Thank you so much before and i love you so muchhhhh ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

this was so much fun to write! and sorry it was late! I was busy with school work and the first draft got deleted. so had to rewrite it from the scratch. T-T. wrote it long as a compensation! Enjoy the reading! And second request from the same person! Love you too❤💕

word count: 2K.

The sun rose in the east and dyed the streets of 19th century France in it’s orange hue. Sebastian went to wake MC up as she didn’t wake up yet.

*rap rap* “MC! wake up! It’s morning already!” , he knocked MC bedroom’s door for sometime and yet, there was no answer from the other side. Worried, he went to comte and grabbed the spare keys to MC’s room.

He went inside and searched for mc. But when she couldn’t be found anywhere, he called for comte and Leonardo. Hearing his calls, Leo and comte immediately came running into the room, only to find a small girl child, fast asleep amidst the silky bedsheets.

The three men looked at each other before Leonardo gently picked up the girl in his arms. A crescent smile crawled on to their lips at the sight of the little girl.

Comte took the girl from Leonardo's arms and put her on his hip, wrapping an arm around her little waist.

"who is this little girl? Where did MC go?" Comte asked looking around the room.

The girl woke up from her slumber due to all voices and movements. The three men stared at her. " Hey Leo, why do I get a feeling that this little girl is MC? her eyes look the same as our mc..ow!" Comte cried in pain while speaking as MC was pulling his blonde locks of hair painfully.

Leo laughed at Comte and Sebastian quietly snickered before composing himself and spoke" M.comte, I think we should explain the situation to residents too."

"You're right Sebastian. I shall inform them. " Comte said, finally freeing his hair from MC's grip.

MC was giggling to herself loudly.

(Aand mama Comte and papa Leonardo mode have been activated )

All the residents stared at the new arrivals in the dining hall.

" Goodness Comte! When did you become father? Congratulations on becoming father of 13 members!" Arthur spoke from one end of the table with a mischievous grin.

"stop it Arthur. I am no one's father. And this little girl here is our MC. Looks like she took something that changed her into her childhood self". Comte said with a little frown as he took his seat.

"oh really!? MC is so cute! Come here little girl!" Vincent aka the gentle angel took her from Comte and sat her on the table. "Do you want bread lil doll?" Vincent asked, giving her the baguette.

MC threw the baguette on the other side of the table ( I can hear the sound of Comte's breaking heart seeing his favorite dish being thrown away XD. )

The baguette smacked Mozart's face and a disappointed sigh was heard from him ." It's only morning and I have to deal with little MC's ruckus? She already causes enough trouble in original form.." Mozart said.

"Mama! Papa! Give me chocolates!" MC went to Comte and tugged at his cloak with her little hands.

"wait! Why the hell is she calling you mama and papa!?" Theo asked with a surprised tone to which Leonardo replied with a shrug and laugh.

“sebastian? can you buy her some chocolates? “ comte asked. Sebastian immediately went into the town.

"You're soo cute Toshiko- little mc! I want to squish you in my arms!" Dazai said as he poked her cheeks and suddenly, a shrill scream of pain escaped his mouth. " Ahh~! Why did you bite my hand !? " Dazai screamed again looking at the red bite mark appearing on his fingers.

"No one touches mc!" Mc squealed and jumped on to the floor and began running. "Catch me if you can!" Mc ran out of the dining room and disappeared into the gardens.

Arthur, Vincent and Napoleon were soon on their feet searching for mc. "Now, where did this sneaky little girl go?!" Arthur said, wiping the sweat beads on his forehead. That's when the three heard heard the adorable giggles of a child.

They saw mc, covered in mud from tip to toe and Arthur's and Theo's dogs running and playing with her.

"Gotcha!" "Ahh~ Arthur! Hehee!" Mc squealed and wriggled , trying to escape from Arthur's grasp.

"hey! W-what are you doing?!" Arthur exclaimed suddenly as he found himself getting covered in dirt by mc. " Wowee! Noe Arthur us dirty! Napoleon! Shoo him away and throw him in the bath"

"Go and freshen up Arthur. I'll take care of her" Napoleon told Arthur and sent him into the mansion.

" Napoleon! Bend down! Bend down! Gimme a piggy back ride! "

"wai- woah!!" Napoleon was surprisingly pulled down by MC by his Cape.

And that's how MC had a whole tour of mansion with Napoleon as her personal horse.

The sun rose further into the sky and soon it was afternoon. All the vampires gathered at the dining table including Shakespeare, who was invited for lunch by Vincent.

Shakespeare heard the giggles of a child. "Why doth I hear the giggles of a child in thy mansion Comte? " Shakespeare asked searching for the source of the voice.

"our MC has turned into a child Will. Those giggles are of our MC." Vincent explained what had happened from the morning.

" oh- looks like destiny has strange ways of entertaining herself.." Shakespeare murmured to no one and called out for MC.

"Shakespeare! You're here. I have some stories for you. Do you want to listen?" Mc asked running into the dining hall.

"what may those stories be little Angel?" Shakespeare asked, making her sit in the chair next to his.

" Do you know, Theo has sweet tooth secretly. He even fills his entire pancakes with sugar syrup! He dips everything he finds in sugar syrup.! And he wants Vincent to love only him!”

"oi little Hondje ! What do you think you're blabbering about?!" Theo rose from his seat, as he stopped eating his sugar syrup dipped pan cakes. XD .

"Vincent! Protect me from your darling brother!" MC said hiding behind Shakespeare and sticking her tongue out at Theo.

The mansion reverberated with the laughter of residents as she went on and on telling her stories , which had some of the most embarrassing stories of residents and had left residents with burning cheeks.

After lunch, Theo called little mc and took her out into the town along with his dog King. “ MC! come here! Don’t go wandering off!” Theo was having hard time catching mc and looking after his King at the same time.

“THEO! Come here! You must see this! It’s so cute!!” MC approached Theo and dragged him by his arm. Theo turned to stone as soon as he saw what had caught the sight of mc. “Theo! Theo? ...Hello..Theo!” MC shook Theo by his arm and Theo immediately looked down at her with a flustered gaze,” Why would you want to show me a cat?! You little rascal!” Theo bent down to reach mc’s height. “Oh.. Are you afraid of cats? I’m sorry! I didn’t know that.. but! OH! I gotta tell this to all the members!”

“Don’t you dare!” Theo now ran after MC as she sped off towards mansion. Her mischief kept all the residents on high alert their toes and they didn’t even realize it was evening.

When mc was roaming through the corridors, she found Leonardo fast asleep near the library doors again and a sudden idea popped in her mind. She woke up Leonardo and gave him a glass of water. “ Leo! I thought you might be thirsty. So I brought you a glass of water!”

Unable to resist her puppy dog eyes, he took a sip of water, only to spit it out the next instant .” What did you mix in this cara mia?!”

“uh-oh! I think I mixed the salt without my knowledge. Thank you for saving my tongue Leo!” mc said laughing and ran off into the corridors.

Sebastian was in kitchen, cooking dinner when he felt his waistcoat being tugged. “ Hey, peasant! Bow down to the queen! “ MC posed as a queen with crown stolen taken from comte’s room. “ Your lovely highness, I’m afraid you’re not a queen yet. But the princess of this mansion does deserve a treat. Here” Sebastian told as he kept a chocolate bar in her mouth. A sweet moan escaped her mouth as the chocolate melted in her mouth. “ Yours truly is satisfied peasant! You may continue your work!” MC said as she went off, still chewing off the chocolate in her mouth.

“It looks as if looking MC is much harder than all the 11 vampires combined together..” he sighed as he murmured to himself.

after sometime:

Isaac heard a soft knock on his door and he opened it, and found little mc with her hands behind her back and mischief dancing in her eyes. “I am here to give you this” MC said with a smile as she gave him a paper. A sour face was made by Isaac as soon as he saw the paper she gave. “What is this?! Not you too!” Isaac cried out as he saw the drawing of Isaac saying, “I love apples” and many more drawings related to apples.

“OH MC! COME HERE!” Isaac shouted as MC ran away, laughing loudly on her way. The residents heard the commotion and came outside, only to find Isaac with a flustered gaze and panting heavily. “Who told mc about apples and me?! Now even she joined in Arthur’s cult!” Isaac told everyone and everyone burst out laughing.

Comte called her into his room and sate her in the chair across him as he asked,” Cherie? Here you go , I bought this for you. “ Comte said as he gave her the new dresses and chocolates.

“ aah!! Comte! thank you so much!! You’re my mama!!” Mc squealed as she hugged comte’s knees. She stretched out her hand and told, “mama! say aah!” comte opened his mouth and soon found out that she had given him a chocolate. He took her into his arms and sat her on his lap, kissing her nose and forehead affectionately.

After dinner:

MC was on the couch yawning and scrunching her eyes when comte and Mozart found her. “Are you sleepy cherie? Would you like to sleep?” Comte asked, bending down. “Yes..” “ I shall play a lullaby then. Will you listen to it MC? “ . “yeah...” mc yawned again.

Mozart told comte to follow him into his music room with mc. Mozart began playing lullaby as soft as the wind chimes in the windy night on his piano. Comte ran his fingers through the hairs of mc as he watched her fall asleep, with her head in his lap with a smile on his face. ‘could this day get any better?’ he thought to himself as continued petting her head.

After MC fell asleep, he carried her gently in a princess carry into the hall where everyone is gathered.

“Is she asleep?” everyone looked at mc’s sleeping face with adoration as Napoleon asked. “ I can’t believe she has the nerve to sleep after keeping us on our feet the entire day.” Theo sighed .

“ I do agree..she’s such a handful kid.. But it is the most refreshing day and most adorable thing I’ve ever seen” Arthur said, stretching his hands above his head and laughed.

“I can’t believe one of the most feared emperor ended up becoming a personal horse for a little girl” napoleon said rubbing his still aching back and shoulders.

“Does anyone want to have a kid here in the mansion?” Sebastian asked with a curious gaze.

“No! Having mc already in her original form is enough to us. She’s just like a big grown up baby. “ Leonardo said with a smile.

“I’m so glad that everyone thinks of MC the same way” Comte said laughing.

“We all are tired today due to her. Let’s call it a day guys..” Everyone retired to their own rooms and comte put her to sleep in her room before going to his room.

Next day, mc was back in her own form with no memories of the previous day. But everyone kept their mouths sealed for they wanted to hide their smile whenever they saw her and were mesmerized by her innocence.

#im sorry for writing about comte so many times #but i can't help it #i love him too much #ikevamp fluff #ikemen vampire #ikevamp funny #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp comte #ikevamp leo #ikevamp theo #ikevamp shakespeare #ikemenvampire x mc #ikemenvampire hc #ikemenvampire xreader #ikevam napoleon #ikevamp hcs #ikevamp

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vs-redemption · 3 years

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For your soft sundays: Dad addition

Shirtless Mattsun and kid(s)

Napping on the bed...Mattsun sleep on his stomach his kids(s) either sleeping on his back or sleeping wildly. Not really any room for you. Since both of them sleep wild.

Kuroo

Since kisses are currency in his house hold..his little girl asking how many kisses and hugs will she need to keep a stray kitten. Only for kuroo to ask how many of his kisses will it take to convince you to let baby girl keep the stray kitten.

Osamu

Kid helping him cook...you wonder how sauce got on the ceiling and why a corner of Osamu apron is burnt.

Sakusa

Him and daughter watching the The Lion King(the original animated movie). He cant help but smile when she starts to sing along to I just cant wait to be king. Omi reassuring her that he always be there for her. Even if one day she cant see him. Baby girl wanted to make sure her dad wasnt gonna leave her like Mufasa.

Bokuto

Piggy back rides and hide n seek games even when he tired from work. Sometimes his little girl will climb on his back while he does push ups. Being his little cheer leader..."com on dad, ya gonna chew gum and spit lighting" Laughing cause thats not exactly how that saying goes.

Semi Eita

Teaching his kid how to play the guitar.

Oikawa

Helping his princess with her ballet practice. Sometimes trying the basic dance moves with her. Best believe he the proudest dad at the recital.

Atsumu

Dancing with his daughter. She places her little feet on top of his. His first daddy and daughter dance.

Ahh! These are so cute! Thank you so much they made my morning. I wanted to read them last night so bad but I wasn’t at home lol

Mattsun is such a large person already so I can defiantly see how all the space on the bed would get taken up pretty fast if you add a kid or two. I love that the kid is sleeping on his back. Seems like a great choice to me 👌 prime napping spot. Not gonna lie, I’m a little jealous.

Haha Kuroo and the daughter are teaming up for the kitten, huh? That’s super adorable. How about if Kuroo can beat me in Mario Kart, the kitten can stay? Hehehe I still expect hugs and kisses either way though.

If I ask Osamu about the messy kitchen is he gonna start talking some nonsense about father/child confidentiality? Pff As long as nobody is hurt though and they clean up after themselves I say let them have fun!

🥺 Omi better not pull a Mufasa! Thankfully I don’t think he has any evil brothers. Him watching Disney movies with his little girl and reassuring her during the sad/scary parts is so cute tough. When she’s older and off in college or something, I bet she still calls him up for advice or just to chat. Maybe she comes back home on the weekend to watch the new Disney movie with him.

Bokuto coming to bed completely worn out after playtime with his kid 😂 and he gets no sympathy from you because of course you know he loves every second of it and also you’re glad there’s finally someone who can match him in energy. Also, when he’s away playing games, his kid watches the match on tv and mimics everything their dad does. Pretending to spike volleyballs in the middle of the living room and screaming “hey hey hey” anytime Bokuto scores a point hahaha

Semi being so incredibly patient when his kid comes in and disturbs him while he’s trying to practice. He comes home the next day with a kid sized guitar so your child’s tiny fingers can reach around to make the chords. Try not to cry when they secretly write you a song together and play it for you on their birthday 🥰

Okay but Oikawa is so invested in his daughter’s hobbies. He insists on taking her to her dance lessons whenever he can so he can watch and help her practice at home. He looks up videos of dancers online and studies them with her like he does for volleyball. “See the way she’s standing right here sweetheart? Let’s try doing that tomorrow. Having good technique is important so you don’t hurt yourself. Just ask Uncle Iwa!” Then he ruffles her hair and lets her critique his volleyball games too. “Dad you served the ball too hard that time! It’s supposed to stay inside the lines!” And he just nods in agreement, “That’s right angel. Sometimes adrenaline can cause silly mistakes but I’ll try harder next time okay? Just for you.”

Please! Atsumu dancing with his daughter like that is so stinking precious 😭 He really has no shame when it comes to her. He will let her dress him up, paint his nails, put bows in his hair. You walk in on them playing with her dolls and they’re making them argue and bicker like him and Osamu do just to break into giggles which just melts your heart.

#soft sunday #obitobrigade💖#best moot squad #Osamu Miya #Atsumu Miya #issei matsukawa #Tooru Oikawa #eita semi #tetsuro kuroo #Kotaro Bokuto #kiyoomi sakusa

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reginarubie · 2 years

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working on the new chapter of «Like wolves in the darkness» a double POV chapter!

“Don’t worry, sweet one,” she told her “we’re going to our tent, it’s near Jon’s” the mere mention of Jon’s name seemed to calm the child and Sansa once again found herself remembering all the times she had looked at Jon swinging Arya around, or letting Bran hang from his arms, or thrown Rickon on his shoulders, keeping his arms outstretched and running around making him giggle. She had envied her siblings that, the last time she remembered Jon willingly carrying her she had been but a babe, no much older than Rickon, and one of the laces of her shoe had come undone and she had taken a tumble on the hard ground.

Jon had been the only one present, he had dried her tears and he had suggested he brought her to her lady mother, Sansa had not wanted, had wailed about it too, Arya had just been born and her lady mother was always occupied with the new babe, Sansa could manage. Jon had not laughed at her, he had tucked her against his back and had given her a piggy-back ride to Maester Luwin chamber where the kind maester had cared for her scraped knee. Jon had held her hand all the while.

(...)

She combed through Arya’ hair and started to braid them as the child asked “Ma, what is a princess?”

It made her giggle “A princess is a very highborn lady,” she explained “she has the blood of kings,” she said “it means her father or her brothers are kings”

Arya seemed to understand that, even if she was frowning “And you are a princess?”

“Aye,” she said “because my brother Robb was named King in the North and the Trident,” she explained “and Jon, my other brother, is king now”

“He doesn’t look like your brother,” Arya commented. Sansa giggled, trying to cover the hurt at her childlike, innocent comment. It was true, Sansa had been the one who looked the less like a Stark, Jon and Arya had inherited the Stark colouring and long, stern faces. She looked more like a Tully. Always had. Unwelcome.

She had never felt unwelcome in the North before.

“How does he look like, then?” she asked then, trying to distract herself with the the weaving threads of blonde hair instead than on the conversation, so much that she almost missed Arya’ next comment.

“He looks like that knight you told us about, that fool knight” she said “Floquil” it made her giggle so bad that her sides hurt and her eyes filled with tears.

“You mean Florian,” she corrected “Florian the fool knight of fair Jonquil” she summarised “and, does he really?”

Arya shrugged “‘ye”

(...)

She used to sing, would she sing to him if he were to ask it of her? who are you to ask such a thing of her, a beast hungering for something she's not obliged to give you, he thought. Her world had been filled with laughter and tales of knightly valour.

She had loved to dance and to play the bells.

(...)

She had always been so vibrant...radiant.

(...)

It made him sad, he thirsted to bring that time back to her.

#like wolves in the darkness #fanfic #jonsa fanfiction #sneak peek

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justsomemorewritersonthisapp · 3 years

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Piggy back rides from Monaca's F/O (i thinks that's the way to say that, I'm not really into writing tumblr side lil. Just like a big sis figure i guess?)

> of course! And do not worry, Mod Angie understands what you are saying! They are under the cut! Hope you enjoy Anon! <

> and i tried to make it Gender neutral! Though i couldn't find any gender neutral for that.. also some bit of Servant x S/O <

> some blood and gore are here ! Please be careful ! <

< spoilers incoming ! <

Monaca was having a bad day, she didn't have the chance to murder any Adults, and the kids killed hundreds, not leaving her one Adult, the kids honestly thought they were helping her since she's in a wheelchair. What's worse though is that her own wheelchair broke, making her burst out tears

Luckily her servant who she calls 'big sis F/O' saw what happened, they called Servant while Monaca was bursting out tears in her room.

" pppssstt, Servant! Monaca's wheelchair broke, can you fix it for me? I'll comfort Monaca. " Of course, Nagi- Servant nods " Aha, of course. I could do that..! " Nagito walks away to the direction the wheelchair was put in, as you climed on the ladder.. you walked to the door, bracing Monaca's hurtful words..

Though instead, you saw her sleeping, guess she slept. You closed the door, walking back to your and Servant's room.

" Servant, are you aware of when are you gonna fix it? " He nods " I think so, it may take 2-3 days fixing it. Though you shouldn't trust me and my scummy words F/O.. " Nagito sighed, laughing a bit " Servant.. Nevermind, will get out of here together, and fix your issues. It's clear that you need some deep help. " You looked at him, his face flushed with red, looking back at you, he let out a giggle " Ah F/O-san, your too nice.. " You smiled, you hugged him. And he hugged back.. eventually you two passed out.

You woke up by some 'awwwwws' you groggily moved up carefully removing Servants hands off of you. Then you realized who the people 'awwwed' your head snapped at the kids direction, quickly getting up making Servant wake up as well " K-Kids you don't understand, we just fell asleep- uh- um- that's all! I promise.. " Thats when Kotoko boo'ed " Maaannn, and here i thought that that you two had fun! That's no adorbs! " Nagito got up, blushing for a bit " H-hey, thats enough for now, we'll have to do our work later.. " " Awwwhhh man, nnow i thooughht this wiill make you two tell eeachootherrrrs feeeelinggss.. " Jataro gloomly said " Whatever.. let's just go. These two will tell eachothers feeling sooner or later. " Nagisa shot back, Masaru was quiet, a bit too quiet. He and the kids followed Nagisa.

You felt like you forgot something, then you realized. 'oh sHIT MONACA!' You hurriedly tried to dress up, and ran out of you and Servant's room then climbing up the ladder and

" monACA I'M HERE..! " you pant, trying to breathe. Monaca was quiet, looking at you from her bed, guess she just woke up too. She laughed " Ahaha! Don't worry it's not something to apologise over, i know you didn't mean it.. just try to don't do it again.. " her faced darkened at the last statement though you didn't catch it

Monaca looked around, trying to find her wheelchair. Thouhh it isn't there.. " A-Awe, my wh-wheelchair isn't here.. is mr. S*sob*-Servant fixing i-it Big sib F/O?? " she looked like she was gonna cry, you tried to cheer her up by he one thing you thought of.

" M-Monaca, don't worry- i can give you a piggyback ride while Mr. Servant fixes it..! " Though it was for the best, Monaca was surprised " Nobody has done that to Monaca before.. " She nodded happily and you gave her a piggyback ride, though it was hell when climing down the ladder. " Ahahah, this is fun Big sib F/O! " Monaca chirped , obviously having fun with this, you gently placed Monaca in the chair. Before going to make her food. As you placed it beside her, her eyes sparkled " W-Wow..! Monaca feels like a princess, thank you big sib F/O! " she bit the food you made, it tastes heavenly to her.. nobody has done that for Monaca. And she tried to eat it slowly to remember the food

Ah she finished her food, you went to wash the plate. After a few seconds you went back to Monaca, whos impatiently waiting " You took so long! How! Did! It! Take! So! Long! " Monaca cried out, you silently made her go on your back. Too tired to deal with her tantrums. As you two went out to find some adults, you found 4 adults. You killed them one by one, except for the last one, they ended up surviving but you still caught up, with Monaca praising you " P-please! I w-w-want to live, please g-give me a chance! I- I will do- do anything pLEA‐ " Whack. They layed there, not moving. Blood everywhere, and honestly it smelt bad, you felt really bad. But knowing the warriors of hope. They will kill you for betraying them. You dropped the bat you were holding a few seconds ago " Wooooow! Your really cool Big Sib F/O! " Monaca praised you once again. It's starting to feel like it's okay to do this stuff. it's scary how a child isn't scared of a dead body, their used to this stuff now? H-ho..

You ignored your thoughts " Thanks Monaca.. " you said to her, before going back but you two heard a crash. Its very loud. They must be close, you peaked at the people.. huh? Two people.. the other has the wrist band, must mean they are in the game also.. she also has a microphone, weird for a weapon but okay, the other girl seems to follow around her too. But she heard something

" Omaru? D-did you hear so-something? " The female with the long skirt asked, shit you must have been too loud. 'I gotta get out of here befo‐' " Toki, i didn't hear anything. Are you sure it's something? I mean we fought a Monokuma, it must've hit something.. " Oh okay, thank the lord that that girl is stupid " U-Ugh! Fi-fine!! But if something c-comes out then its your f-fault!! " the girl yelled at the other before the two walked away

Well thats an experience..

You walked back to the headquarters, Monaca still on your back of course " Ugghhhh, those demons will get what they get in the end! " Monaca yelled before plopping into bed, you tucked her in before leaving...

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" you'll be a good use for us, F/O. "

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Little Angel in the Devildom

Description: A spell to make her look younger changes her to the mental age of a toddler. The demon brothers and the undatables all try to make her life as happy as possible while trying to find a cure on the side.

Warnings: De-aging mentally, Age Play, Adorableness, WIP

Pairing(s): NONE! Unless you count non-romanticly...

Word Count: 5,414

Link to my AO3: Click Here

Author’s Notes: So this is going to be written in she/her pronouns and has an unnamed female main character. Fluffy goodness abound! :3 This is also an ongoing work I will randomly update. Please Enjoy~

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Bedtime (Lucifer)

“Let’s brush your teeth now, my dear.”

She groaned while Lucifer just chuckled. “Come now, it’s the same as each night. Why is tonight so upsetting to you?”

The pair headed up the steps to the bedrooms in the House of Lamentation, Lucifer helping her with a hand on her lower back as they climbed. They had finished dinner a few hours ago and has some leisure time but now it was bedtime (for her).

She sighed loudly, shoulders slumping. “I’m not tired. Brushing my teeth means bed. Can’t I stay up and watch TV? Or-or, um, Levi and me can play some games!” She grinned at him, hoping to charm him into what she wanted.

He hushed her softly, her smile changing into a pout. This made him look on at her fondly while she sort of half-stomped into the bedroom. He had such a soft spot for her, it was ridiculous. She made his demonic heart just a little bit as it was in the Celestial Realm, when he was looking after his younger brothers. Caring. Loving.

“We’re inside so please lower your voice. And no, you cannot watch TV or play games tonight. It’s far too late for that.”

“Aw! No fair.” Why did Luci have to be such a dad all the time, it was no fun at all for her.

He waited while she brushed her teeth and changed into her PJ’s in the bathroom. When she re-entered he was switching the tiny nightlight on the wall on. It was a crescent moon, comforting to her because it illuminated the dark room. She loved the moon.

“All right, bed for the little humans,” he said, reaching for her to lay her down in bed under her covers. Despite her still being a regular sized human woman, she still was mentally the age of a human toddler so he tried his best to treat her like he would a child in any way possible.

It was an almost nightly routine for him to do this. If not Mammon (he helped her sleep with cuddles when she had bad days or just wanted company at night) or Satan (who read to her at night before bed most times) usually it was Lucifer that tucked her in and made her feel safe before she went to sleep. Beel sometimes woke her up when he was getting snacks and they shared, but that was their secret.

She yawned as she sank into bed. It was warm and cozy and snuggled in with a happy shake of her body.

He smiled. “Ah, so you are tired.”

She stuck out her tongue, blew a raspberry at him. “No way.”

He gave her a stern look. “If it were not so late, I’d have you in the corner for that.”

She froze. “Sorry…”

He hummed and sat beside her. “Did you have a good day?” he asked softer, gently brushing hair from her cheeks.

“Yeah.” She thought some more on the day, and wondered about something that had been bothering her. She had to be brave to ask it, though. “Luci?”

“Yes?” He replied, tucking the blankets around her frame.

“Why am I here?”

He stopped his motions. Lucifer sat back and looked at her. His dark features always seemed like they should frighten her, but they made her feel better. Somehow, she trusted him not to do her harm despite how scary he could be to others (like how mean he was to Mammon).

“I don’t ‘member lots of stuff but I had a dream where I was someplace else… they sky was blue and I was in a different house but none of you were there. It was sad.”

Lucifer knew this day was coming. One couldn’t be a human, be told they were in fact human, and not wonder about being surrounded by demons and angels. Plus, they still did not know what exactly she remembered after the accident and they also did not want to scare a child with the information of actually being an adult. Yes, she looked like an adult, but there weren’t any children in the Devildom so it wasn’t like she didn’t know the difference. It might hurt her more mentally and Lucifer couldn’t stand to see her hurt in anyway. As the humans said, better safe than sorry.

“That’s a hard thing to answer.” He paused. “I’ll tell you some other day.” Hopefully that would satisfy her for now.

She frowned. “Is it… is it bad?”

“No, it’s not.” He smiled, and, after finishing gathering the blankets around her tight enough to feel warm but not constricted, he leaned down inches from her face. He kissed her forehead, and whispered, “Sweet dreams.”

When he left, the room was bright from the crescent moon plugged into the wall. But she could feel Lucifer’s own presence, not a light, but a dark warmth, surrounding her as she fell asleep. She never wanted to leave home.

__++__

Prince (Diavolo)

The House of Lamentation family was gathered in the common room waiting for a special guest. An actual Prince was coming to visit. Lucifer called him ‘Lord’ but that was the same as Prince honestly.

She could not wait to meet an actual real-life Prince, just like the ones in the story books that Satan read to her at night. She jumped around for joy, screaming giddily, “I can’t wait to meet the Prince!”

Lucifer hushed her and told her to calm down. “Inside voices, please.”

Asmo was pouting, and he asked her, “We’re Princes of the Devildom, darling, so why are you so excited?”

She shook her head frantically, the ribbon curls that Asmo put in her hair smacking her in the face. But nothing deterred her. “No, ‘s not the same!”

“And why not?”

She twirled the dress, a pink and fluffy one with white stockings and white heels with bows on her feet, the perfect outfit to meet a Prince because she looked just like a Princess. She pretended to think on his question, then smiled and said, “Cause I said so!”

Asmo whined. “So mean…”

Satan laughed, crossing his legs on the sofa. “You heard her.”

Huffing, Asmo crossed his arms. “I wonder if she was like this before she came here.”

She did not know what that meant. As far as she knew, she was always in Devildom. But, she had no time to think on it because, again, a literal Prince was coming!

She was spinning in circles, passing the time, waiting impatiently for the Prince to come by. Twirling until she got dizzy, balancing with her arms and giggling when she got a head rush.

Lucifer sighed for the millionth time from where he sat on the armchair. “Please, be careful.”

Resisting the urge to stick out her tongue was hard, but she did because he would be mean and not let her meet the Prince and that would be awful.

A door opened and closed. She stood still, stomach clenched tightly. She was so nervous. Did she look pretty enough for him, a Prince?

But it wasn’t a Prince that entered the room first, and she only knew that when he, a demon with short hair dyed at the ends, pretty with bat-like horns on his head and bright eyes, said, “Presenting Lord Diavolo,” while gesturing to his left where the doorway was.

“You don’t have to do that here, Barbatos.”

“Yes, my lord. I find it fun, however.”

A deep guttural laugh that made her toes tingle, and then he entered and he was… incredible. Dressed in a red suit and bright gold eyes, soft looking red hair, and so big and tall. He could lift her up and take her all over! Piggy back rides for the rest of her life sounded so great.

“I’m sure you do,” the Prince said in response to Barbatos. Then he smiled wider, and held open his arms in greeting. “Hello everyone. How is—gah!”

She jumped into his arms (they opened for her, right?). Distantly she heard the brothers collectively groan, coo, and gasp. But she did not care. The Prince was here and he was so warm and smelled so nice, and he caught her quick and perfectly held her. Was this love?

He chuckled, a deep sound reverberating the room and in her chest. His arms encircled you, warm and incredible. He smelled almost like Lucifer but a different darker type of smell. She snuggled into his chest. “Hello. Do you know who I am?”

“Prince. ‘m a Princess.”

He laughed again. “I see that. What a beautiful one you are, too.” He pet her hair down, and she blushed, mumbling in embarrassment.

“My Lord, I am so sorry, she forgets—��

“Lucifer, it’s completely fine. Actually, it’s quite endearing.”

She glanced over at the green haired demon to see his eyes squinted at her, and he wore a smile. She then looked up at Dia—Divol—Dola…. This was hard for her.

“Di-Di!”

The room was silent.

“Excuse me?” Lucifer asked in shock.

“DI-DI?! HAHA!” Satan laughed.

Diavolo just laughed again. Then, he lifted her up by her waist, and spun. She clung to him and giggled. She was lightheaded as both stopped spinning, and he set her down, hands on her arms to steady. He grinned. “You are so precious. I almost wish we could keep you this way, but alas we cannot.”

Everyone kept saying that and she hated it. She just ignored it again, too happy because her Prince was telling her how precious and cute she was. All the work Asmo did was working, she was gonna get married!

He led her to the couch, and she was sat down. He then knelt, making the others gasp again. He took her hand, and smiled. “My Princess, I must take my leave to speak with the others, but we will see each other soon.” He kissed her knuckles, and she blushed brightly.

“O-okay, y-yes! Please, I wanna see you too,” she said, kicking her feet against the couch.

He nodded firmly and stood up. Glancing down at her with a bright smile, he said, “We will, I promise.”

She watched him leave, and Asmo came to sit by her. “Well? What did you think of the ‘Prince’?” he asked, adjusting the curls in her hair as he did.

She sniffled. “He was so pretty.”

“Prettier than me?”

She looked at Asmo, saw his broken expression. Then she climbed onto him and hugged him, smashing his face between her hands. “No one is prettier than you, Asmo.”

He grinned. “Of course not.” Then, a wicked look flashed over his eyes, and he was tickling her. “You never should have doubted my beauty! Now you will pay, little princess!”

She laughed and cried with happiness. It couldn’t have been a better day.

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School (Mammon)

Mammon walked up the steps to RAD. He was late, as most mornings, but he had no clue he was being followed.

She was close behind him the entire time he walked to school. She was lucky he didn’t fly like he sometimes did when he was late but he must not have felt like it. She giggled when he almost caught her but she hid behind a bush and waited until she heard the doors shut to follow.

The only reason she was sneaking to school was because she was lonely. She hated how often she was left alone at the House of Lamentation. Well, she wasn’t totally alone, Belphie and Levi were usually there to watch her, Levi had online classes and Belphie only sometimes went to school and still got great grades. And Lucifer was usually home doing paperwork if he wasn’t out at Diavolo’s castle.

Lucifer would be so mad at her. He told her forever ago “Do not speak or even glance at any other demons aside from me, my brothers, and Lord Diavolo or Barbatos, do you understand?”

“I do,” she whispered to herself. She would be very careful.

When she opened the doors, Mammon was not there. Instead, two large scary demon boys stood in the way. Both super tall, dark black eyes, with toothy grins as soon as they saw her. Spikey horns and identical facial features, brothers it looked like. The only different was one had purple horns and the other red.

Her heart pounded in her chest, and she realized this was a bad, very bad idea.

The red horn demon stalked towards her, backing her into the nearest wall. “Look what we found.”

“A good breakfast, we found, didn’t we?” said the other with purple horns.

Tears started running down her cheeks, and her hands were shaking. She held them in front of her and begged, “Please…”

There wasn’t anyone around, all the doors she saw were closed and farther down the hallway. She was doomed.

“Please? Get a load of this, it can beg. Should we make it beg for its life?”

Body shaking, she pressed back as far as she could, arms and legs adjacent to the wall. Nails scratched the chipping paint. There was a lump stuck in her throat and it burned. Fear, this was pure fear. Had she ever been so afraid before? She always had the protection of the house, and the brothers, and now she had made the mistake of leaving and screwing it all up.

“Mammy,” she mumbled. She kept her eyes facing straight, looking right at the chests of the two demons closing in. She couldn’t look at their eyes, they were like looking into the blackness of space and that was terrifying.

“What was that?”

One hot hand touched her shoulder, making her jump and causing them to laugh loudly. Fingers tugged her hair. They were playing with her. Playing with their food.

“Mammy.” She spoke more clearly, but still somewhat mumbled to them.

They laughed at her again. “Is she calling for her mommy? Ha! How pathetic the human race is. She knows she’s going to die, right?”

Her face was hot with tears, and she felt something tugging at the core of her stomach. Death. It was close. They were going to kill her. Eat her alive.

She shut her eyes tight, wishing for anything to come to mind to save her. “Mammy, please…”

The hand on her shoulder was big and heavy and heated, and it gripped her face tightly. That was all it took because then, with a burst of strange power in her voice, she screamed with clarity, “Mammon!”

A sound, crackling like a fire, and a feeling of warm energy in her body, and she heard him. Her savior.

“What is going on here?!”

The hand on her was gone. She felt the air come back to her, cleaner than before. Her eyes shot open, bleary and focusing. She was going to be okay now that Mammon was here.

“Move aside. NOW.”

The two demons stepped aside, stiff and robotic as they did, and she knew somehow they were now afraid. Because Mammon was powerful. Lucifer had told her so, that was why he was her main protector.

Mammon was in front of her, and he crushed her to his chest. She clung back just as desperately to him. A few more tears fell in elation. “You’re okay?! Please tell me you didn’t get hurt, because if you did I will kill—I-I mean…” He pushed back, holding her face in his hands. His eyes frantic as they looked her up and down, pushing her hair back gently, checking every inch of her for harm. He sighed in relief when done. “You’re not hurt?”

She sniffed, fingers tight in his uniform shirt. “No. Was scared though. How-how did you know?”

He raised a brow. “To come here and save you? I am the Great Mammon, you know.” He grinned that sideways grin that usually made her laugh. But right then, she just blinked, not convinced. He shook his head and his smile was gone, in place a tense serious expression. “I’ll explain later. For now, I want you to go over there and face away, and cover your ears. Can you do that?” he asked gently.

It was easy enough to do. But, “You won’t leave?”

He smiled. “I promise I never will. Just one minute, okay? Then we’ll go back home.”

He led her between the two demons, who seemed to be stuck where they were from fear and dread until she was at the opposite end of the hall, which was still empty.

“Close your eyes and don’t look no matter what. Cover your ears, too. Good.” He pat her head, and she blushed. He moved away, his presence she could feel gone but not too far.

It was only seconds, and she heard a dim shout. She flinched in reflex. Her mind could not comprehend what was happening and she knew it wasn’t good. But she also knew Mammon was doing what he had to do.

A light tap on her shoulder and she turned around. Mammon was there. He everything she could have wanted in a hero. She didn’t know what happened, but she knew he was right there, and he would be there to keep her safe always.

He held out his hand and she took it. “Let’s go home.”

Mammon carried her on his back, speed walking as fast as he could to make her giggle at the feeling of the wind passing by the both of them. When she got home he took her to wash her face and change into house clothes, which consisted of leggings and a big warm sweater. He said he was staying home with her to keep her out of trouble.

She covered her mouth with her hand, laughing. “Mammy, you are trouble.”

He sputtered. “Hey! I wasn’t the one that snuck out to follow me to school, was I? Lucifer is going to be so pis—mad! He’s going to be mad at you and me.”

She shrugged. “I’ll just get time out.”

He sighed, glancing up at the ceiling. “And I’ll just get strung up, no biggie.”

The day went by, the both of them hanging out. Later, both had ramen for lunch, his super spicy and hers mild, and both watched some movies on TV. Belphie joined in, too, eventually, cuddled on her other side. She felt so happy to have them with her. This was exactly what she needed and wanted.

Belphie yawned. “Why are you home, Mammon? Failed some quiz or something?”

Mammon sputtered. “NO! She followed me to school, activated our pact when some demons attacked her.”

Belphie was shocked, so shocked he stopped mid yawn to glance between her and Mammon. “Wait, she activated the pact?”

“Yeah, it was strong, too.”

“She’s pure trouble,” Belphie sighed.

“Yup.”

“Did you take care of it?” he asked in a darker tone.

Mammon grinned. “Yeah, it’s all taken care of…”

And when Lucifer was told of what happened, Mammon got hung up in the entry hall, while she got time out for one hour and had to write on a chalkboard 50 lines “I will not sneak out”.

She knew it was a lie each time she wrote it. Because, as two of the brother’s said, she was trouble.

__++__

Tea Party (Barbatos)

The rounded table was set with a pretty white lace table cloth, and a tower of treats sat in the center. Tea was steaming hot and cups were set around each plate. The guests consisted of 2 living and breathing occupants, and 4 stuffed creatures dressed to the nines.

“Yay! Tea party!” She was so excited, she loved tea time with Barb. He made yummy treats and always made her laugh with his funny stories about everyone.

Barbatos sat beside her after pouring tea into each cup. “I’m excited as well. I always enjoy our tea time.”

She smiled at him and his heart melted. He truly did enjoy this time they spent together. Always he was with Lord Diavolo, or other demons and her, but never just the two of them outside of this special time. He was glad his master let him have this little bit of time with her. Sometimes others joined them but mostly it was just the two of them and that’s how they liked it.

“All right, little miss, today we have apple and cheddar scones, strawberry meringue roses, chai tea sandwich cookies, and, your favorite, mini chocolate cupcakes. The tea is chamomile with honey for your sweet tooth.”

She gasped as she looked at all the treats. “It’s so pretty! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She was clapping and shaking in her seat and reached over to half hug him. “You’re the best,” she sighed.

He pat her back, inhaling her sweet scent. “It’s my pleasure, little miss.”

She giggled. “Okay, big mister.”

He playfully pinched her and she pouted at him. “Try the tea. If it’s not to your liking, I have others as well.”

She took a sip of her tea and sighed. “So good!” she whispered in excitement. She turned to the bear at her left, and asked, “What do you think, Teddy?” She pretended to listen, and nodded. “Yeah, I think so too.”

He held back a laugh, which was quite difficult for him. “I’m glad you enjoy it.”

This was something small he could do to make her smile. In her current state of mind, he would make sure she was taken care of, and if it was something as simple as a weekly tea time then he would make sure to prepare her favorites and keep that adorable grin where it should be.

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Storms (Beel & Belphie)

Storms in the Devildom were scary. She did not like them. The skies were dark already and now it was like there was no light at all, and the rain was almost as loud as the thunder. There was no lightning to go with it, just continuous rumbling clouds.

She wanted to sleep but it was too hard. So she snuck out of her bedroom and down to the kitchen, hoping that something warm in her tummy would make her feel better.

But it was worse and louder somehow, and she found herself shaking under the table, cold and scared and just wanting it to stop.

“Hmm? What are you doing under there?”

She gasped when she was grabbed by her arm and pulled out, sliding along the flooring. She looked up and saw Beel with an arm full of food. She must not have heard him over the rumbling thunder.

He frowned at her, and helped her stand up. “You’re crying.”

She nodded, and jumped when a loud boom hit. She was in his arms in seconds flat, sobbing. “S-s-sc-cary! Loud!”

He hoisted her up in his arms. He didn’t like seeing her so scared, so he decided he would keep an eye on her. She should not be alone. “Yeah, the storms are loud. I’ve got snacks in my room so let’s go there.”

She just let him take her, feeling safer and warmer in his embrace. His big hands held her, and she shoved her face into his chest to try and block out the noise.

“Beel, you’re back already?” Belphie’s sleepy voice called. “Oh, you brought company.”

“She’s scared of the storm.”

She was put on Beel’s bed but she clung to his shirt tightly that he had to sit down first with her being held on his lap. A loud bang came, and she cried out, pushing her body close to Beel’s. “Make it stop.” She was begging, sobbing.

Belphie sat up from his bed and blinked to get sleep out of his eyes. He found his way to Beel’s bed and pet her hair back, shushing her softly. “You want to sleep, little one?” he cooed. He felt terrible seeing her so frightened, he would do what he could to make her feel better again.

She nodded against Beel. “Please…”

“Okay, keep your eyes shut. Get comfy, there you go. Now think happy thoughts for me.”

With Beel was her pillow, and Belphie was caressing her hair and cheeks, she slowly stopped hearing the booming thunder and loud rain hitting the house. She heard laughter instead, and when she opened her eyes she was in a field of daisies and had all her friends with her.

__++__

Pranks (Simeon)

Mammon started it all. First it was a tiny prank to Lucifer, and she couldn’t stop giggling when she saw his bright pink hair. He fixed it easily, but poor Mammon was strung up for days. She asked him for prank ideas.

“Mammy, can you tell me some pranks?”

He grinned and ruffled her hair. “Oh yeah! I’ve got tons. Some are too hardcore for you, but I have a few good ideas… Who do you wana prank?”

She thought for a second, who would be the one least likely to get mad at her. She did not want to end up like Mammon. Oh! “Simy!”

He burst out laughing. “This is gonna be good! Simeon’s a great choice, babe. Let’s get to ready to prank an angel!” He tugged her away, the both of them laughing down the halls.

Simeon loved her. She was adorable and cute, and they walked through the gardens together and picked flowers. They even made flower crowns before, Asmo got a kick out of that.

But he had no idea what was coming to him.

It was easy, all she had to do was set a bucket on top of the doorway and wait after they invited him over to play. It was filled with colored paint, she had picked blue to match Simeon’s eyes, and super heavy so Mammon helped her set up the bucket.

“Next time, we’ll do a prank you can actually pull, yeah?”

She nodded eagerly. “Please!”

He sighed, clapping his hands. “Well, I’ve got to head out to a gig. But tell me how it goes! And remember, do not tell Lucifer I gave you this idea or helped you. Swear?” The both of them pinky swore, and Mammon was off.

She waited and waited. It was awful, Simy took forever. Until there came the sound of footsteps, then Simeon’s voice. “Are you in there, little angel?”

It was a nickname he had for her almost instantly after she was mentally de-aged. She loved being called all sorts of nicknames, but this one was a favorite because he was so pretty and kind to her and gentle when he spoke. So she knew he wouldn’t get mad. She felt a little bad, but she really wanted to pull a prank and he was perfect.

“Oh, there you—”

The door opened fully, and the bucket dropped onto the Angel’s head. He stood there, bright blue paint running down his body, bucket on his head, paint all over the floors. He took it off after a second, and she squealed in laughter. His hair was coated in thick blue paint, the only part of him not covered was some of his legs, and his whole face was, too, she could barely see it. His shoes were totally covered, too, in a puddle of thick paint.

Her chest hurt with how much she was laughing, she could barely talk. “B-b-bluuee f-fa-ace, ha ha ha!”

“Oh my.”

He looked at her, and disappointment ran across his face. He swiped his hands over his eyes and cheeks, and then sighed, smiling softly at her. “Well, I suppose a small prank isn’t that terrible. You really are not so innocent, little angel. Perhaps I should call you little devil.”

She stopped laughing hysterically, breathing heavy, and pouted when he pat her head. “S-sorry. It was supposed to be funny. Was it?” She hoped he wasn’t mad. She never saw him mad before.

He chuckled. “For you, I guess it was funny. For me, I think it’s just a mess,” he said, lifting his arms, dripping wet blue paint.

She blushed. “I’ll clean up, I swear!”

He nodded, and paint dribbled down. “Good girl. Let’s get to cleaning, then.”

After he wiped his face clear, the room was cleaned, and Simeon had changed clothes (still the same, somehow, probably more magic), they settled down and ate some cookies left in the cabinets. She was tired from laughing so hard and Simeon felt a more relaxed evening would be best.

“Simy?” she asked, cuddled close to him.

He kissed the top of her head. “Yes, my dear?”

She looked up at him, blushing. “You looked pretty with blue hair.” She grinned.

She got a pinch to her cheek, and laughed when he pulled her onto his lap to tickle her until she took back her words. Maybe next time her prank would be something less messy.

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Sick (Satan)

Her head, throat, and tummy ached. She was sick. And no one would leave her alone to sleep. Her room held 4 of the 7 demon brothers, Lucifer, Mammon, Asmo, and Satan, but he wasn’t there just then.

“Lucy, ‘m tired. Sleep?”

He shook his head. His elegant fingers brushed delicately across her cheeks where she lay in bed, feeling the heat from a fever on his fingertips. “Not yet, sweetheart. We’re waiting for Satan to bring back medicine for you. Stay awake a little longer.”

She sniffled. “Sweepy,” she whispered.

He made a sympathetic sound. “Poor darling. Soon, I promise.”

“Hey, when’s he comin’ back? My human shouldn’t be feelin’ like this for so long!”

“She looks so terrible. The poor dear.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. She just wanted to sleep. Her head hurt. She loved them so much but they kept talking and it was too loud, but she was too sick to say anything and Lucifer said she had to wait for medicine before she could sleep anyways. She hated medicine, and again, she just wanted to sleep. Her eyes were drooping and in sleep she couldn’t hurt as bad, right?

The door opened. “Satan, finally. Bring it here.” Lucifer ordered.

A rustle of a plastic bag, and then a bottle cap opening was what she heard. “Why is the entire house in here? She need rest, not a party.”

“He’s correct. All of you, leave now.”

Whining from the two others, and then the door shut and it wasn’t as loud. She opened her eyes to see Satan and Lucifer there, the oldest holding a plastic weird spoon in his hand with purple liquid, the other frowning at her directly behind.

Lucifer pushed the spoon to her face. “You need to take this.”

She turned her head. “No way, nuh-uh!”

He sighed. “If you want to feel better, open your mouth and drink this. Please.”

She started to cry. “Hate it. No.”

Satan sighed, “Let me try.”

“Good luck.” Lucifer handed it to him, and took a step back for Satan to take his spot.

“If you drink this nasty stuff now, you’ll feel well much sooner. The chances of you taking it again aren’t as high. So either take a few spoonful’s of this now, or more later on. What do you prefer, kitten?”

She reluctantly opened her mouth because more medicine sounded terrible. He poured it inside, and she coughed at the yucky taste. He helped her drink some water, and then she settled back, happy to finally be able to sleep.

Lucifer looked on and smiled. It was sweet that Satan cared for her like this, so he figured it wouldn’t hurt to let them be for a while. “I’ll leave you alone to rest. Satan, make sure she’s looked after.”

“I will.” Once Lucifer left, Satan sat beside her and asked, “Were my brothers troubling you, kitten?”

The medicine was kicking in quick because she was even more tired, and speaking was hard. “Loud,” she said, with a pained expression.

He tutted. “They worry in their own way, I suppose. But you need to rest. Close your eyes and I’ll read to you. Cinderella, or perhaps Sleeping Beauty?”

She mumbled, “S’eeping ‘eauty.”

“Excellent choice.” He settled down beside her, and pulled the book out. One hand held it open with the ease of reading for centuries, while his other pet her head, soothing with his caring hand, coaxing her into slumber as he read about Sleeping Beauty. She fell asleep, a nasty taste in her mouth, but a lovely voice in her ear.

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