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Requested by:Anon

A/N: I am sorry for this. I feel like this isn’t my best work but I hope you wnjoy anyway :)

A/N:And yes I made it a little angsty but I believe that our Male/Top counterparts need just as much love as out Female/Bottom counterparts after a round of activities

A/N: 18+ ONLY Minors DNI

When you found yourself in a tavern after a hard days work you never expected to see such a pretty face. A bard in the corner of the room wearing a hat with a feather in it and is dressed in red. You met his baby blue eyes more then once and you had to admit he was very captivating. He was singing an emotional tale of his time with the Butcher. Well of his journey with him coming to an end. He was at the ending climax of the song and his eyes land on you again. “Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn…” The look in his eyes had some sort of desperation. As if instead of speaking about the Witcher he is actually saying ‘I burn for you.’  “Watch me burn all the memories of you…” 

You trail your eyes down to his hands as they maneuver the strings on his lute. You find yourself clenching your thighs together. Cheers erupt throughout the tavern and when you look up you can see a slight smirk on his face. He collects his coin and heads to the bar at the back of the tavern. Your eyes follow him from where you are sitting. Some women flocked in his direction and the bard sends you a charming smile before indulging in the women’s flirting. You roll your eyes and continue to nurse your drink. Suddenly a mug of ale is placed gently next to you. You look up to meet those baby blues.

“Hello my mysterious mistress!” He says sitting across from you. “Mysterious mistress?” You ask tilting your head. “Yes! Those mysterious (E/C) eyes have me captivated.” You let out a dry chuckle. “And how many girls has this worked on?” You ask with a smirk. “Women. It has worked on many women my dear.” He says a smirk mirroring yours. “Well consider me not impressed.” You say as you begin on the second mug of ale the bard has presented. His face morphs into a playful pout. “You wound me my love!” He say placing a hand over his heart. You can’t help but look at his fingers again. He has calluses at the tips of his fingers, probably from the stings of his lute. They have a slight delicate look to them, but you know how strong they are. He had been playing in the Tavern all day it seemed. You could hear him as you passed by. His hands overall could probably encase the length of your neck if you so pleased. You can’t help but have these provocative thoughts. The bard makes a little ‘Ahem’ sound which brings you out of you perverse fantasy. You let out a small ‘Hmm?’ as you take another sip. His hand encases your hand that is holding the mug and guides your hand to set it down gently. “If you allow me my lady…” He starts as his eyes become dark and half lidded with lust. “I’d love to play a balled…” He scoots closer until yourself and stool are in between his legs. “… Just for you…” He leans down as you feel his breath against the shell of your ear. “… And maybe then I can show you what these fingers are really good at.”  The mixture of his breath against your skin and the words being said send a shockwave of shivers down your spine. 

“I could slip my hand up your skirt right now… No one would notice.” He says as his right hand glides down your left thigh until it meets the end of your skirt. You find yourself spreading your legs slightly. You wish to invite his touch despite the mass embarrassment you feel. His hand glides up to the inner side of your left thigh. “You would like that wouldn’t you, my naughty girl…” He whispers. His fingers move to the edge of your heat massaging the skin that is there. Your chest is rising and falling at an alarming rate as you find yourself panting quietly. You clamp your thighs around his hand and whimper a small ‘Please’ but he pulls his hand away. “To bad my lady.” He says standing up and pushing his stool back underneath the table. “I’d much rather worship you in private.” He says with a smirk as he exits the tavern. You quickly abandon your ale and follow. “Oi! You need to pay for that!” A voice calls and you quickly play for the one cup you had gotten yourself before dashing out of the establishment. You go towards the nearest Inn and you see him slip inside. You try your best to be as nonchalant as you can as you walk inside. He is like a siren and you are drawn to his song. As you look around you see him perched next to the door. “I was going to give you about five minutes but you exceeded my expectations.” You normally don’t do this, but you really want to wipe that smirk off his face. He takes your hand and begins to lead you up the stairs and to his room. As he gets to the door he twirls you in front of him. You gasp slightly at the unexpected movement. “What was that for?” You ask and he smiles. “Can I not try and woo you? “ He says as he slowly presses your front up against the door. 

His left hand finds its way to the front of your torso pressing you against him. You gasp as you feel him harden against you. “I think you succeeded…” You say breathlessly. “Do you think so?” You nod as you try and grasp the door knob. “Ple-” “You only think so?” He says cutting you off. His voice seemed to drop an octave causing you to shiver against him. “I need you to know so…” His left hand travels past your waist before cupping your heat through your dress while his right hand grabs your right hand from the door knob. “So eager hmm?” He says bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing it. “Please si-” “My name is Jaskier dear, but you can call me sir if you like.” You can hear the smirk in his voice as he drops you hand and opens the door. You would have fallen forward if it weren’t for his other arm. He lets you compose yourself before allowing you to walk in. Once in your hear the door shut and lock behind you. You turn around only to be chest-to-chest with the Bard now known as Jaskier. “Now my dear what would you like?” “Like?” You ask in slight confusion. He begins walking forward causing you to back up. “Well I could take you in many ways…” You feel the back of your knees hit what you could assume to be a mattress. “ I could worship you on my knees if you’d like…” He stepped forward once more causing you to fall back onto the mattress. “…Or maybe you would prefer me to ravish you?” He says as he leans above you capturing you between his arms. He looked at you like a starved animal finally getting a meal.

You decide to match his energy and lean up. Your lips barely a breath away. You take your left hand and let it travel down his body to one of his many belts on his person. “Take me Jaskier…” You say in a whisper. Your lips brush against each other before you are pushed back down on to the bed. Jaskiers lips meet your neck with open mouth kisses. He begins to untie the top of your dress exposing more of your shoulders. He spends his time nibbling at the junction where your neck meets your shoulder. You begin to run your hands through his hair as he pulls the top of your dress down over your chest exposing your breasts. He pepper kisses around each pebbled bud before taking the left one in his mouth. You let out a breathy moan and arch your back slightly. He trails kisses to the right one this time nibbling slightly before soothing it with his tongue. He pulls the dress sleeves down your arms and down to your waist. His hands then travel up your sides before gripping each breast and massaging them. You take this time to tug him up by the hair and pull him into a searing kiss. He moans into your mouth as you begin to sooth his scalp by massaging it with the tips of your fingers. You slide your hands to his shoulders before dipping them into his jacket and pushing it down his arms. Without breaking the kiss he pulls it off his jacket and flings it somewhere in the room. Your hands travel the expanse of his torso before untucking his shirt and attempting to get it over his head. 

He pulls away and rips his shirt off before going to his belt. You decide to slide yourself away and take the rest of your dress off only leaving you in your underwear. Jaskier sees what you are doing as stops you. “Allow me…” He says with a peculiar glint in his eye. He crawls down your body until he is sitting between your legs. You prop yourself up on your elbows and look at him. “Those eyes do something to me love… What is your name?” He asks as he props your legs up and kissing the tops of your knees. “Y/N…” “Y/N… Y/N…” He says youer name a couple of times as his calloused fingertips glide up the outside of your thighs, effectively placing the inside of you knees in the crook of his elbows. His fingers dive into the waistband of your panties and slowly yet sensually drag them down your legs. “Please Jask…” You whimper. You have never felt this need for someone in a long time. You wanted to press your legs together in order to relieve some of the tension but his arms are in the way of that. “Please what?” He asks with a smirk. “I need you please…” You whimper. He finishes removing your underwear and throws it where ever he threw his shirt and jacket. then goes to remove the rest of his belts and pants. You moan at the sight of him. He shuffles forward to where his thighs are flush with your ass. You buck your hips against his erection and whimper. “Please just hurry! I swear I am going to do it myself if you don-” You gasp as you feel him drag the tip of his cock through your folds. He leans over you and pulls you into a kiss. 

His right arm unravels itself from your left leg and travels up your torso to your chest and gently presses you against the mattress. You wrap a hand around his wrist dragging it up to where it cups your neck. “Oh. You like my hands do you?” You nod. “Yes ple-” You let out a moan as he squeezes the sides of your neck gently. “What about here?” He asks and he moves his left hand from your thigh to your clit and begins to do gentle figure eights against it with his thumb. His calloused fingertips gave the right amount of friction you needed for some relief. You buck your hips just enough to feel the tip of his cock slide close to your entrance, “Ah ah… Need to open you up first darling.” He says as he removes his thumb from your clit and replacing it with his middle and ring finger before sliding then through your folds and to your entrance. He starts with his middle finger first but it wasn’t enough for you. “Please give me more Jaskier!” He smiles and nods doing just that by putting his ring finger in before doing a scissoring motion. “Do you think you can take another?” He asks and you nod and he eases another finger in, going in a back and forth motion. You jerk once he hits that one spot. As he does he puts his thumb back on your clit and resumes his previous motion. Your chest moves up and down as you pant. You felt hot as sweat begins to form all over your body. You feel the could in your belly about to snap when he stops. “What the hell Jaskier!” You cry out as he removes his fingers and wraps a hand around his cock and begins pumping. You can now see the sweat forming on him as well. The room seems to be getting hotter by the second. 

Finally after what felt like forever he begins to push into you. You grip the wrist and forearm that his holding you down. He removes his hand from your neck ad grabs your left hand and interlacing your fingers with his. This surprisingly gives you a lot of comfort. Your heart flutters slightly as he pushes in to the hilt. You both moan in unison. “Sing for me more my love!” He say as he slowly begins to move. You grip the back of his neck and pull him in for a kiss before traveling down his jaw to his neck. He lets out a slight whimper as you bite down on his pressure point. This causes you to shiver, clamping down on him. “So tight!” He gasps as he begins to quicken his pace. His left hand tugs your thigh up his waist in a firm grip. He rolls his hips more with each thrust. You can’t help but keen and bite down particularly hard which causes Jaskier to moan. “Harder love…” He whimpers and you do just that but this time at the junction of his neck and shoulder. His grip on your interlocked hand grows tighter as you feel his cock throb inside of you. “What do you need love!” His question was more of a statement. “What can I do to make you come all over my cock?” He says and you sit there stunned for a moment before answering. “Harder please! A-And I need your hands!” You cry out as he begins to do just that. He take your leg that is resting on his hip and props it on his shoulder before reaching around it gripping your other hand. “No, no! I need to touch you!” You cry out and he gives a nod with a smile before moving that hand to your neck again. All of it was coming together. The feeling of his hand on your neck, the comfort of his other hand grounding you, his cock hitting just the right spot. You could yet again feel the coil inside you about to snap. “Sing for me love!” he says and you moan as you reach your peak. He follows soon after and pulls out. 

His chest panting as he lets your leg slump into the crook of his elbow. He pulls away and lays beside you on the bed. You both are on your back staring up at the ceiling. “Give me a moment… And I’ll leave…” You say between breaths. “Why must you leave?” He asks suddenly confused. “Wasn’t this a one time thing?” You ask. “I-I mean yes but…” Your eyes widen at what he is saying. “Oh…” You open your arms and pat just bellow your neck. “Come here Jaskier…” You say and he gives a small smile before gingerly climbing on top of you resting his head on your collar bone. You run your hands through his hair and tug it slightly. “I told you my name… Yet you didn’t say it once after I told you….” Jaskier take a few strands of your hair and twirl it between his fingers. “I honestly didn’t want to get attached…” He says and you nod. “I don’t think I should have asked your name to be honest…” You tense up as he says this. You feel a slight twinge in your heart. “… Because now I know you. I know you intimately now…” 

“But isn’t that what you expected?” You ask as you move your hand from his hair and on to his back. You draw small circles as he says. “Yes that was the plan but… They normally leave afterwards… They don’t let me do this…” You feel an arm wrap itself tighter around your waist and gripping tightly. “How many women have you slept with?” You ask and he tenses. “I…” “I know it’s a lot yet you seem so touch starved…” You say as you use your other hand to go underneath his chin. You maneuver his face to look up at you. “You have thought of love so poetically all your life haven’t you..?” You ask and he nods. “And every time you sleep with someone and they leave your heart breaks a little more…” You feel sad for him. You use to think of love the same way. “Yes…” He says and sighs. “You must find me pathetic…” You shake your head as he looks away. “You speak of love so poetically… It’s beautiful…” You say and he gives a small laugh. “You said it all love.” “I may have said it but your body told me…” He smile slightly and looks back up at you again. “How long are you hear for Bard?” You ask and he gives a shrug. “Until I don’t want to be I suppose…” He says and begins to pull away and lay next to you facing you. You turn on your side facing him. “How about you stay a little while longer… You can stay with me and find something new to sing about.” You say hope laced in your tone. “Something new?” He asks. “Something domestic… Calm.” You say as you grab his left hand with your right and bring it close to you. “Let me help you be a little less lonely… Even if it is only for a little while…” You say. “Has my sex appeal caused you to fall in love with me?” He asks jokingly and you giggle. “I just believe in destiny… And I believe it brought two touched-starved people together…”

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Summary- (Y/N) Is a Matt Murdocks 14 year old daughter who is just entering high school and is really struggling. She doesn’t have a regular life having a blind father. He can’t help with homework, Can’t give her a have a ride to school, He can’t see how often her face falls when she lies to him. Of course she has her Uncle Foggy and Aunt Karen but (Y/N) feels like to much of a burden until the one and only Frank Castle comes into her life and seems to be more of a father figure  then Matt ever has.

You have been staying at Karen’s place for a two days so far. She offered her bed since it was a one bedroom apartment but you decided you were fine with the couch. You feel someone gently shaking you awake.

 "Hun? It’s time to wake up.“ You look up at Karen for a minute trying to gain your thoughts and surroundings, "Karen?” She nods. “What is it?” You ask sitting up slowly. “I know you don’t want to go home but I need to do something at work and I can’t leave you alone.” She says sadly. “Can I please stay?” You mumble under your breath. Karen pauses for a moment. “Hold on…” She walks into the kitchen area taking out her phone and making a phone call. You begin to fold your blanket putting it over the back of the couch and sit down waiting for her to return. Karen comes back and lowers herself to your level. “(Y/N)? Frank says he can watch you. I didn’t tell him about your situation but you know he will ask questions when he sees you.” She says cupping the side of your cheek. “Don’t worry about it Hun. He will be here in a few minutes.” You nod. “Can I take a shower?” You ask and she nods and you take your bag into her bathroom. You strip down and look at yourself. You never thought that you would see yourself bruised again but here you are. You have a big bandage on your nose and one on your lip. The bruises have settled in having a hand shape on your neck and on one of your eyes.  You sigh and step into the bathroom and begin washing up.



Frank walks into the apartment. “Hey Karen. You were vague on the phone.” He says being straight to the point. Karen sighs and sits on the couch and he sits next to her. “(Y/N) is under a lot of stress right now. Now don’t freak out when you see her it is her story to tell.” Franks eyes flash with concern. He waits for a follow up to that statement but nothing comes and he just sighs. Despite what he tells himself he has grown attached to you in a way he hasn’t felt in a long time. The familial feeling is nice but his fear gets the best of him but the tone in Karen’s voice when she talked about you has him on edge. There is a sudden crash from the bathroom which almost has Frank on his feet but then your voice from inside shouts. “Sorry! I dropped the shampoo!” He sighs in relief and Karen smirks. “What?” Frank asks. “What?” Karen responds. “What are you looking at me like that for?” Frank grunts and frown. “You feel the need to protect her and I find that sweet.” She smiles and Frank only scoffs. “You aren’t denying it~” Karen teases. “Shut up it should be natural instinct to be concerned for a child…” Karen only giggles and Frank looks at her for a moment taking in her face. The door opens to the bathroom and you step out wear a pair of (F/C) baggy pants as well as a T-Shirt followed by your favorite shoes. Franks face stays stoic while on the inside he is boiling. This is the second time he has seen you hurt and he is disturbed by the fact that some people out there do this on a regular basis. Despite that he stands up and grabs the guitar case. “Come on kid lets get going.” He looks back at Karen and says “See you in a bit Kare.” Karen smiles and nods before walking up to you and hugging you and kissing the top of your head. “I will see you soon okay?” You nod and start heading toward the exit with Frank following.

As you are walking down the streets of Hell’s Kitchen you can feel eyes on you. Frank is next to you sporting his usual hoodie and baseball cap . “Where are we heading?” You made sure to leave out his name for any ears that may be listening. “I can feel your anxiety from here kid so we are heading to my place. You have been there before if you remember.” He says lowly as to not cause attention. You nod “As long as you don’t make those awful ham sandwiches we’re good.” You say with a laugh as you head into the apartment building. You find yourself standing at the door of his apartment. “Are you gonna practice or not?” Frank asks and you quickly step inside. “Can I take off my shoes?” Frank nods and you do so and set them beside the door. Frank is already sitting in the living room tuning the guitar. You sit next to him and he hands it to you. “Now play ‘C’ , ’D’ , 'E’ , and 'F’ for me” Frank says and watches you.  You begin to play those chords and smirk as you begin to play them fluidly. “That’s good now add 'G’ between 'C’ and ’D’. You nod and begin doing that. You feel his eyes wonder your face and you sigh setting the guitar down beside you and  moving into a criss cross applesauce position. ” You are very obvious you know…“ You grumble and Frank chuckles. "That’s the point kid now tell me whose ass I need to kick.” He grunt. You turn your head down to your lap looking at your nails. “I wouldn’t let you kick his ass any way Frank. It was an accident.” Frank scoffs “Yeah right.” “Its the truth! My dad is blind and for some reason his hearing went out.” You cry out. “It was a fight or flight response and I don’t blame him…” You say your voice slowly trickling down into nothing.

“Then why are you sleeping at Karens house?” Frank asks in a less aggressive tone. “I guess I am just scared…” You mumble. “What are you scared of?” He asks and you shrug. “He already treated me different from the last time I got attacked and you saved me.” You sigh and look at Frank. “This time he is the one who attacked me and I don’t want him to get distant. I barely see him as it is at least when I had crutches he spent more time at home and now…” Your eyes begin to blur with tears. “He won’t want to spend time with me either.” You wipe your eyes and look away. The glimpse of what you saw on Franks face looked like sadness with a mix of something else that you can’t think of. “Well… My dad was around for a bit but he was always a honest and very blunt man.” Frank starts. “He was never one for small talk he wanted to get straight to the point.” Frank says bringing his hand down on his palm causing a loud clap to echo in the air. “Anyway what I am trying to say is you need to talk with your dad and tell him what is bothering you.” Frank says. You nod “I know I just get nervous… What if he doesn’t want me around anymore?” You ask looking up at him again. “Then he doesn’t want you around and he is a shit dad if he abandons you for something that is his fault.” Your eyes widen at his words. “But it-” “No it isn’t your fault. You tried to help and he reacted in the worst way possible.” Frank says giving you a hard stare. You sigh in defeat. “Okay…” Frank tosses you the remote from his side of the couch. “Put a movie on or something I got work to do.” He says standing up and walking to the kitchen table that had police scanners and papers with pictures scattered around. You chose not to question and argue so you put on (Y/F/M).

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Chubby Bucky x Baker Reader

A/N:This was bumping around in my head so I don’t know if I am going to make this a series but if people request it I might I hope you all enjoy! 

Summary:James Barnes was honorably discharged and since coming back he hasn’t adjusted well. His form of adjusting to the civilian lifestyle was in the form of comfort eating. When friends notice the recent change he finds himself at a local bakery and coffee shop try to get his life back together. While there he meets someone who is even sweeter then the pastries inside.

Bucky truly didn’t mean for it to get this bad. Coming back from fighting overseas things have changed. His mind felt so exhausted. His body use to be under constant strain and it has suddenly been lifted. His contract ended about about a year ago and since then he has been trying to relax but the things he witnessed overseas was very traumatic. He felt privileged to be able to come back home. He seemed to see the world in a new light after coming home.

 Like how he appreciated the color green. Being in the middle east you don’t see much of it. All of it just beige and orangey colored ground everywhere. The only type of green they would see would be the mashed up peas in the occasional MRE. Everything seemed brighter in the US but with brighter things came noise. He found himself staying inside his small empty apartment. He would pile his pillows and blankets into the small tub of his bathroom in order to feel secure. Steve found him that way when he first came to visit after the end of his deployment. You see Bucky got honorably discharged due to a shoulder injury. He was hiding in a fox hole gathering information when he was dragged out of his nest. He was nearly taken as a prisoner of war if it weren’t for his buddy Steve. He didn’t come out unscathed though. His shoulder was dislocated for quite some time. The healing process began only for it to be set back into place. He is still going to physical therapy for it but the doctors say that it may not ever recover to 100%.

 Even though he has had this trauma weighing his shoulders he has found himself indulging in things he hasn’t in a long time. Like things that he could never afford when he was younger. Sweets were one of them. He remembered way back when trying his best to save the little bit of money he had to get his sister a candy bar. Maybe his mom some chocolates for a special occasion. Despite his playboy nature back then he was never one to indulge in such things. Now… Now he can. He can finally take some time for himself. He had always felt bad about taking mental health days and pampering himself because he feels that he doesn’t deserve it. He was so use to his old life of always being on the move. Always being careful and guarded. Like everywhere he walked was a mine field. ‘I don’t deserve this comfort…’ He would think to himself. If it were up to him he would never pick up a gun again but the familiarity of having one at his bedside helped him sleep better. Well as better as one could get when his nightmares seem to be constant. At some point in his career in the military it had to be ‘Him or You.’ He could never get use to taking lives on the battlefield. That man could have had a wife or kids. He was a brother, father, or son. He just happened to be on the wrong side of the war. ‘But isn’t that what both sides of the war thinks?’ Your enemy is the hero in someone’s story and when all these thought entered his head he was never the same. He had seen to much death in his opinion. He just wanted to be left alone.

 As of right now he is relaxing and reclined against a very comfy couch. His very comfy couch. Through out all his time he had never bothered to furnish any of the places he would stay at. He was use to a sleeping bag or an uncomfortable cot. It took Steve being his roommate for a little while to understand that living comfortably is not something to feel guilty about. Steve helped him with his guilt. He found him a therapist despite his protests and took his time going with Bucky to each appointment to make sure he actually goes. Steve moved him from his cubby in the bathroom the master bedroom with an actual mattress. He got him a small pullout couch where Steve would sleep  and help Bucky when he would go into his fits of panic. They talked about their time in the service and how sometimes Bucky has the desire to return to that familiarity despite that being why he is such a mess in the first place. Steve has done so much for him. He doesn’t know how he can ever repay him. They went from two rambunctious  kids in Brooklyn to very mature and beaten down adults. Steve has moved out since then leaving the apartment furnished despite Bucky’s protest. In reality he didn’t want to be left alone but he understood that Steve had his own life and he can’t be around forever. So Bucky in an attempt to honor Steve’s friendship and hard work he continued on with what he was doing. As if Steve never left. As time went by however  Bucky knew something was changing about him. He couldn’t figure what it was until Sam pointed it out. 

“Hey uh Bucky?” He heard Sam’s voice from behind him. They decided to do some Spring Cleaning since it has been a while since they caught up and they thought. ‘Why not be productive in the meantime?’ “Yeah?” Bucky asks turning around. “Your shirt is ridding up.” Sam says and Bucky looks down. He sees that it is indeed ridding up and pulls it down. As he does so he feels the softness of his belly. Not that he hasn’t before but it seemed more prominent as his shirt rides up again. “Getting a bit of a belly on ya aren’t you Buck.” Sam says with a laugh. Bucky felt hot with embarrassment. His face dropped only to fix itself into a laugh that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah I guess I did Wilson. He says turning his back to him. “Yeah man. I have never seen these many sweets in my life! Twinkies, Swiss Rolls, hell even Cosmic Brownies! They taste like cardboard. How can you like this man?” He says picking up an empty box of said Cosmic Brownies. “I-I don’t know.” Bucky says. He feels so overwhelmed. He knows Sam isn’t doing this on purpose but he can’t help but feel insecure.

 ‘Have I really let myself fall so far?’ He thought to himself. In an effort to prove himself wrong he grabbed the broom before walking over to the couch. He uses his right hand to pick up one side of the couch. He regretted that immediately. Reese’s, Hershey’s, and Twix wrappers where scattered around the underside of the couch. He wanted to slam it back down but Sam had already seen it. “Jesus man! I need to come over more often and get me some of this candy. At this point you have bought the whole store!” Sam jokes. Bucky feels sick to his stomach. “Hey uh… Sam?” He asks Sam. “Yeah what’s up?” Sam responds. ”I-I forgot I had an appointment with my therapist… I need to get to it right away!” Sam notices the change in tone and gives a concerned look. “Everything okay man?” He asks and Bucky nods. “Yeah I just really need to hop on this call.” Bucky says and Sam nods. “I’ll head out then. Call me if you need anything okay?” Bucky nods as he follows him to the door. “Yeah. Got it. See you later?” He asks and Sam nods. “Yeah seeya!” Sam then exits leaving a very overwhelmed and insecure Bucky. He decided that instead of fake going to the therapists office he would actually go. So he quickly made an appointment.

“Something is on your mind James… What is it? You wouldn’t just randomly schedule an appointment for no reason.” His therapist in front of him asks. “Um…” Bucky doesn’t know where to start. He doesn’t want to be analyzed by her but everyone says she is here to help. “I… Someone pointed out that I have been gaining weight…” Bucky says linking his fingers together. “And that bothers you?” The therapist asks. “Yeah…” Bucky says looking out the window. “And why does this bother you James?” Bucky had to sit and think for a moment. “I just feel… I feel like I am not myself but myself at the same time…” The therapist tilts her head slightly. “Can you go deeper into that for me?” She asks and he huffs. “I… I’m an adult now and I could never do many things as a kid. Then I joined the Army where I let myself mold into something that I wasn’t.” He says shifting slightly. “I-It’s just after all this time I feel like I can finally let go. I still get these pains in my arm so I… I comfort eat. When anything becomes to much. I comfort eat. I just… I don’t know.” Bucky begins to bounce his leg up and down. He can feel his belly jiggle slightly from it and stops. “I-I grew three or four sizes bigger! I can’t go to the gym because my shoulder is fucked, and everyone is just… People are going to start pointing it out…” The therapist begins writing some things down. “There is no problem with comfort eating James. As long as you incorporate healthy things into your diet. What type of stuff do you eat?” She asks and Bucky seems to shrink under her gaze. “James I am not here to judge you… What ever you say will not leave this room okay?” Bucky shuffles again but doesn’t say anything. The therapist sighs. She stands up and leaves the room for a moment.

Bucky’s mind begins to spiral. ‘I just chased my therapist off. What the fuck am I going to do now?’ Bucky’s leg begins to bounce again and the feeling of his belly rolling catches him. He stops and looks down at his stomach. He decided to grab his biggest jacket before coming here. He unzips it and looks at his shirt. It rolled up again inside the jacket. He looks around before flexing slightly. His stomach moves into a tense position. He pokes his stomach and feels that there is indeed some muscle still there it is just not showing itself. He relaxes then flexes seeing his newly gained softness move again. He clenches his fist when he doesn’t see any difference. He really should get back to the gym again but he is at a point of rest in his physical therapy. ‘Jesus I a just so fucking pathetic.’ Before he could berate himself further the door begins to open and he quickly fixes himself and looks at his therapist as she walks in. The therapist goes back to her seat as the printer in the corner of the room starts making noise. When it has finished printing what ever it was she walks over and grabs it and walks over to him. She hands him what he now sees as a flyer. “What is this?” He asks. “It’s a flyer. There is a small bakery in town that does cooking lessons.” She says sitting back in her chair. “I see that now my question is why would I go?” He grumbles. “James… You feel bad about what you are eating yes?” Bucky nods. “Well maybe if you actually made it from scratch and know what goes into everything you eat you will feel better.” She says and Bucky looks down at the paper again. “And hey it’s free!” She says and Bucky looks up again. “What?” He asks and she lets out a huff. “If you actually read it it says that ‘Veterans receive free lessons!’ ” Bucky looks down again and let out a small ‘oh.’ “Now you are going to these lessons no: If’s, and’s, or buts!” Bucky sighs and nods. “Okay okay I got it. Can I go?” He asks and she nods. “It was nice seeing you again James.” He mutters a ‘You too’ before exiting.

Bucky woke up early that morning. Well more so that he didn’t really sleep. He could never find the right position. Whether it be from pain in his shoulder or the nightmares he has succumbed to since he got back. Sometimes it was just his anxiety and he thinks that is the case this time but overall he could never really sleep. Despite the lessons being around 9 AM he woke up at the crack of dawn. He was still in the routine that they set him in. Minus the drill sergeants and trumpet sounds. He still makes his bed the same way he did when he was in the Military. His room was neat. There wasn’t a spot out of place until the sun started to rise. Bucky practically purged his closet looking for something that would fit but it seemed that everything he tried on didn’t feel right. From his old Henley’s, to flannels, to under shirts that could pass as regular shirts. It never seemed to look right. He ultimately decided on a sweater with a hoodie on top. He felt that if he layered up he could hide himself better. It was about 7:30 in the morning when he decided on his outfit. He walked out of his room and looked around. He could see all of the sweet treats he ate through out the day when he came back from his appointment. He chooses to ignore his urge to eat any and decides to try and make some eggs. ‘That’s a start…’ He thought to himself as he got the carton of eggs out. “Now do I do over-easy? Or scrambled?” He asks himself. He ultimately goes for the over-easy eggs and he had to say that breakfast was somewhat of a success! Yes the eggs were slightly crispy at the edges and yes maybe it didn’t have a runny yolk that he was hopping for but he was proud. With that he decided that he wanted a reward so he got a pop-tart to go with it. He wipes his mouth and goes to the sink and washes his plate before putting it in the drying rack. He puts his shoes on then grabs his keys. He pauses and sighs. He grabs his phone from his hoodie pocket and begins to look up the address. He puts the settings on ‘walk’ to see how long the journey to the bakery would take. According to google maps it is only about fifteen minutes. He nods to himself. ‘I can make that walk no problem.’ 

He was never really one to walk places. The city sounds were unnerving and held a constant buzz that made him itch. He kept his head down but he was still aware as he walked. He made sure to avoid getting in peoples way not want nor having the will to converse or argue. He had the flyer folded in his pocket. He wasn’t sure if he had to show it so he could enter. ‘Would Steve be proud of me?’ He thought. He hadn’t talked to him in quite some time. He had moved to Upstate New York with his girlfriend and soon to be wife Peggy. He felt alone with Steve being four hours away but again. Steve had his own life and they weren’t little kids in Brooklyn standing up for each other any more. Well Bucky standing up for Steve more often then not. He can’t think about that now though. He is coming up on his stop. He looked up at the small sign that said.  “(Y/F/N) (Your Fathers Name) Coffee Shop & Bakery” On the outside it mixed in with bricks of the other shops surrounding it. It had a huge window that displayed baked goods. The door to the bakery was glass and it had a sign on it. It said: “Closed for cooking classes come on in!” It had a cute little muffin person on the front of it. The smell of coffee and pastries wafted through the air as he opened the door. The sound of a tiny bell rings when he steps inside. A cheery voice greets him from  behind the counter. 

“Hello! My name is Wanda! Are you here for the cooking/baking lessons?” A woman with auburn brown hair and greenish blue eyes said. She had on an apron that had the same muffin person from the poster. “Yeah…” He mumbles but then clears his throat. “Uh Yes.” He says louder. “Good! Are you or a family member currently in serving?” She asks and he shakes her head as he pulls out his wallet. He pulls out his ID that states that he was once serving and she smiles. “Oh! Hi Mr. Barnes! We were expecting you!” She says and Bucky tenses up. ‘They were expecting me? Why the hell wou-’ His thoughts were interrupted by Wanda calling out behind her which he can only assume is where the kitchen is. “Hey (Y/N)! Our V.I.P guest is here!” There is a quiet crash from the kitchen as he hears footsteps coming his way. Just as he puts his ID back into his wallet a mop of (H/C) pops out from the corner of his eye. He looks up and see a girl with (H/L), (H/T) (Hair Texture), (H/C), It was pulled up by a see through hair net. She had (E/C) eyes which had no problem making eye contact with him. She had an aura of confidence around her. A form of confidence he wish he could have. “Hello! My name is (Y/N) I am the owner of this bakery!” Her voice is cheery like a song bird in the break of morning. She held out her hand which he reluctantly shook. He feels the palm of his other hand and realizes that his palms are sweaty. He feels himself coil back after he shook her hand. He kept an eye on hers to see if she would wipe it off but she didn’t. Probably not wanting to embarrass him.

He sees you take a step closer before saying. “Your therapist called.” Bucky’s face morphed into anger but you continued on saying. “She didn’t say anything. Just saying that you would like to learn how to bake and that you were a veteran. I know you probably hear this a lot but thank you so much for your service.” Your tone seems genuine  but he isn’t sure he can trust you just yet. Bucky sees you walk to the kitchen door and you open it. “Come on in! It is almost time to start.” Your smile seemed genuine as well but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. As he walks into the industrial kitchen he sees tables lined up horizontally to the front of the room. There are a few tables that are vertical as well. they all had their own stations where appliances, pots, pans, and other cooking/baking utensils are placed. As Bucky walks further in he sees a couple of other people in the room. There is another man wearing an apron with the muffin guy on it. ‘I guess that is just their mascot…’ He thinks. He has black slightly curly hair. His eyes are a deep emerald green. “Hey Loki! I will be with you in a second!” You say with a wave. Loki nods as he turns to a coffee machine in the front of the room. “That’s Loki. He is one of our baristas! He is kind of a coffee snob.” You say with a small laugh. He hears a scoff from the front of the room. He is lead to the far left corner of the room towards the back. “I don’t want to generalize everyone who comes in here but it can get very loud very quick. Would you like to be closer to the back or up front?” Bucky nods to the back of the room. You only smile and lead him to a station. “So we have a list of recipes that everyone can vote on! So take a look and we will get started!”

Bucky was surprised at how he was feeling at this moment. The smell of the kitchen was immaculate. Both you and Loki were strolling around the room looking at everyone’s progress. You gave each station a sample of what you were making today. The vote was Elven Lembas Bread from The Lord of the Rings series. Bucky loved The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings! The bread looked very enticing in the movies and he could practically smell it when he read the books. Sadly he ran into a problem. Kneading the dough turned out to be harder then he thought. It wasn’t that he couldn’t grasp the concept. It was more that it was painful to do. He tries his best to keep his groans of pain to himself but it is hard. His slight whimper is what must have caught your attention because suddenly you were next to him. “James? What is it?” You ask in a low tone. “Nothing…” He mumbles as he continues. You take his hands away from the poorly kneaded dough and hold on to them. “James what’s wrong?” He feels uncomfortable under your gaze. He rolls his shoulder and a loud pop resonates between the two of you. You make a small ‘Oh’ before smiling at him. “Let me help.” You say with a smile. “Now how were you kneading the dough?” You ask and he stands there for a second. 

Bucky wants to see if you really want to help him but as he sits there and waits all he sees is that same smile. Your eyes seem to be lighter though. It’s like you really enjoy helping people. He ultimately decides to accept your help and begins showing you how he was doing it. “I see what it is.” You say as you go over to one of the vertical tables to the side and grab a pair of plastic gloves that were used in food service. “You are pressing straight down which is ultimately making the dough to thin in some areas.” you say as you gesture and Bucky moves out of the way. He watches you closely as he sees you mold the dough back into a ball. “You need to knead at an angle.” You chuckle at your pun and Bucky finds himself doing the same. “So when you press down go forward. It will put less strain on your shoulder and you can let your whole body do the work.” You say before movie out of the way. “You try!” He hesitantly nods before doing what you showed him. “Good job!” You say. Bucky blushes at your praise. “Thanks…” He responds. He goes to say something else but you are already looking at other people and their work. “Okay everyone I think everyone’s dough is perfect! So lets get it into the oven.” You say. Despite you being at the very front of the kitchen he can here you clearly. It wasn’t obnoxiously loud it was mellow. Your voice had the right tone for speaking loudly. He didn’t know how anyone’s voice can be described like that but he thinks it suits you. You have a firm voice of a leader. 

He hears a light cough from beside him. He sees the barista next to him as he gestures to the oven. Bucky mumbles a quick ‘Sorry’ before placing his in the oven. “Okay Loki it’s your turn!.” he hears you say and he becomes confused. Loki walks to the front and stands at the table. “Hello! My name is Loki and I am a barista here in this shop. Now I usually make coffee but (Y/N) insists on making Hot Cocoa. Which she says I am pretty good at.” He says as he rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt. ‘Why would someone where a dress shirt?’ Bucky asks himself but his thought is quickly shift to the sound of ingredients being pulled out. “You have your list of ingredients now please watch and watch closely.” He says as he whips up a cup of hot cocoa. After he is done he hands it to (Y/N). “Thank you!” You say giddily. “Now everyone take out your sauce pans and begin!” Loki says. Bucky never heard of making hot cocoa in a sauce pan before but he had to say that the ending product was much better then any packet hot cocoa he has ever had. By the time they had finished their drink the bread was done. He hasn’t felt this proud of himself in a long time. He made something that he actually likes! It is a very simple recipe and it only takes an hour to do both! He takes a bite of the bread that he made and smiles. He then dips it in his hot cocoa. He does this multiple times until he looks up. He sees that he is the only one doing it. 

He ended up getting a few stains and crumbs on his shirt. He suddenly felt that everyone was looking at him despite being at the back of the room. He was about to put it down and walk out when you were suddenly in view again. “You dip your Lembas in hot cocoa as well!” Your voice sounded excited. He didn’t look up or answer you. You hand him a small paper towel. “You look like a real baker you know.” You say and he feels caught off guard. “What?” He asks. “A baker… Well a chef really enjoys what they do and love what they make!” He stays silent and continues to listen. “You have flour and crumbs all over you…” Bucky starts feeling self-conscious until you say. “You look like a hard worker!” Bucky ears turn red as your praise enters them. You lean closer. “Look I don’t usually do this but I like you so you are my exception.” Bucky turns his head away from you quickly. ‘You like me! We just met! Wait does she mean platonically?’ He feels his heart race a million miles a minute. ‘That would make more sense right? It wou-’ “I am going to give you this recipe and some of the ingredients from the kitchen!” You say excitedly. “You can start building your pantry and cook more often!” You say and he sees you quickly leave further back into the kitchen. He looks back in front of him and sees that everyone is packing their baked goods and leaving. Bucky felt out of place just standing there so he decided to start cleaning his station. By the time you came back he was already started on dishes. “Oh thank you!” He hears from behind him. He turns around and see that you have one of those delivery bags that are used for food but it has the bakery’s name and mascot on it. “Not many help after we are done so thank you for helping!” You say. He feels you rub his back affectionately as you set the bag in front of him. “You didn’t have to do this…” he mutters but you simply shake your head. “It is the least I can do!” You say as you adjust the strap on the bag. “Now you need to get this past Loki or else he will be very mad at me…” You say in a half joking tone. “Will I see you next lesson?” You ask and he pauses. That pause makes your smile drop and right then he decided that he never ever wants to see you frown. He quickly nods. “Y-Yeah! I’ll be there!” You smile once again. “Yay! I can’t wait to see you again!” You say as you make your way to the front. “I’ll be a distraction!” Bucky gives you a small smile as he picks up the bag and makes his way out of the kitchen and out of the shop. ‘Yeah. I am definitely coming back here.’ He thinks to himself as he makes his way home.

Jasper x Lucio

word count: 1,085

Giveaway piece for @raccoon-with-a-pen (I hope you like it! Let me know if you don’t please?)

“Back again so soon? I knew you couldn’t get enough of me.” Croaks a very sick count lying in bed. The young doctor recruited to help heal lucio simply rolled his purple eyes, setting up his tools on the bedside table.

“Deep breath in.” Jasper commands, pressing a cold stethoscope to the once muscled and toned chest, which had been reduced to a malnutritioned skeleton. Lucio gripes at the cold sensation, but does as told.

“Have you been taking the pills I told you to take?” The young doctor asks suspiciously, pulling the tool back and returns it to its original place around his pale and freckled neck, just barely peeking through the collar of his uniform.

Lucio wrinkles his nose. “No, they taste disgusting.” He barks, crossing his arms like a defiant child.

“Lucio, you’re supposed to swallow the pills, not eat them.”

“…Right, of course. I knew that.” The blonde’s pale face became blotchy as it attempted to blush. Jasper sighes, and glances around the room, noting the scattered and emptied wine bottles.

“Have you been drinking..?” Jasper could feel irritation slowly building up towards the stubborn man laying in bed, wasting away. They had spent a considerable amount of time together these past few weeks, and the younger man felt like they had grown close, so this was obviously upsetting to him.

“Maybe..” Lucio reluctantly admits, looking away sheepishly. Jasper looks down, trying to control his breathing for several moments of uncomfortable silence.

“Do you even want to get better?” He finally asks, looking into the gray, sunken in eyes intensely. Lucio scoffs, sticking up his nose.

“Of course I do. What kind of question is that?! You should stop asking stupid questions and figure out how to heal me already.” He snaps in a snotty voice. Jasper shakes his head, and glares at the count.

“Swallow the pills. No more alcohol. I’ll be back tomorrow.” With that, he swiftly stands up, and leaves the protesting count.

Once in the hall, he leans against it with a sigh, moving the cloth that covers his nose and mouth down. Nothing had been working, he couldn’t figure out why. Usually the treatments helped other plague victims at least a little bit, but nothing would work with lucio. A gloved hand ran through his carmel curls in frustration.

The next day, Jasper returns, and notes with delight that there are no longer any wine bottles laying around the counts room.

“And the pills? Did you take them properly?” He asks, suspicion tinting his voice as he looks down at the man. Lucio nods, making a face at him dramatically.

“Yes, yes. Stop nagging me already.” A huff escapes the counts thinning lips as he avoids the doctors amethyst gaze.

Jasper can’t help the smile that crosses his face, glad that the mask covers it as he sits down next to the count.

“Good. Now, I’ve brought you some soup.” Jasper says, using magic to heat up the bowl in his hands to the perfect temperature. He proceeds to feed the count, who doesn’t mind in the slightest.

“Did you make this?” Asks a pleasantly surprised voice after gulping down several spoonfuls.

“Yes. Why? Is it not good?”

“No, no, it isn’t bad.” Lucio admits, not one to outright compliment anyone other than himself really. Jasper felt his chest ever so slightly fill with pride, and he silently continued to feed the count. Once it was all gone, and all of the other tests had been completed, Jasper stands up to leave.

“Wait, Don’t leave.” Lucio quickly says, voice slightly cracking. He covers it up by quickly saying, “I still haven’t told you about the time I defeated the crazy king of the southern isles.” Lucio put on a charming grin, but his plague ridden eyes showed jasper the truth; he didn’t want to be alone yet. Jasper sat down on the bed, and nodded. Lucio then launched into the story, retelling it with as much enthusiasm as the dying man could muster up. After the third coughing fit, Jasper had to stop him.

“Alright, I think that’s enough for today. Get some sleep. I’ll be back tomorrow.” With that, Jasper left once again.

Later that night, while working with a group of other plague doctors down in the dungeons, he grew angry. They wouldn’t stop talking about how great it would be once lucio finally keeled over, and how he was such an annoyance. Jasper stormed out, mid-autopsy. He ended up at the counts door, and slid down the wall next to it.

He was awoken a couple of hours later by a wet tongue sliding across his face. Mercedes sat there excitedly, wiggling his whole body upon seeing the doctor now awake. The dog barked at him, causing him to jump a bit and hurriedly hush the excited creature.

“Where’s your brother hmm?” Jasper whispers after a few moments of happily rubbing the dogs belly. A wet cough draws his attention to the door, seeing the count lazily leaning against it, while petting the other dog who sat at his wobbly feet.

“So were you just going to sleep there all night or were you going to come in?” Lucio asked, smirking slightly. Jasper huffed.

“Why aren’t you asleep? I deliberately told you to get some rest.”

“Why aren’t you? One sleep deprived doctor is enough.” He grumbles in response. Jasper lets out an amused chuff, and stands up, not bothering to pull up his mask.

“Almost all of the doctors are sleep deprived, lucio.”

“Whatever. That’s their own fault. Now get in here and help me back to my bed.”

“Why are you up anyways?”

“I.. I couldn’t sleep. I usually drink at this time to help but..” This causes jasper to smile slightly as he helped the count into bed.

“But I asked you not to.”

“More like demanded.” Grumbles Lucio, tugging the younger man onto the bed.

“Lucio, I can’t stay here..” Jasper says reluctantly, but makes no move to escape the frail grasp of the count, feeling the dogs hop up onto the bed in the darkness.

“You can and you will,”  Lucio says cockily at first, but adds on in a quieter and fragile tone, “please..”

Jasper lets out a heavy sigh, before settling into the bed. “How annoying.” He grumbles in a slightly teasing tone, but laces his fingers with the secretly lonely man beside him. With that, the two manage to drift off into a peaceful sleep.

Story - Fridge Mission

Summary: Beelzebub’s feelings change as MC continues to stop him from ransacking the fridge.

Main characters/Ship: Beelzebub x MC

Other characters: Belphegor

Word count: ~1.2k

Warnings: A bit of angst and Beel being threatening at first

The first time it happened, Beelzebub was rather irritated. There stood the human, who had just started living with him and his brothers for the year-long RAD exchange program, holding their ground in front of the refrigerator in an effort to prevent him from acquiring the food within it. Despite their determined, steady gaze, their body betrayed them, quivering slightly while they stared down the Avatar of Gluttony.

“Move,” Beelzebub commanded them a second time, losing his patience from the continued hunger pangs in his stomach.

MC shook their head. “Sorry, but I can’t. You’re not allowed to eat the food in here.”

“Not allowed?” Beelzebub questioned them, his anger growing. “Would you rather I eat you instead?”

A chill shot down the human’s spine from the demon’s words coupled with his deepened frown. Even so, they continued to serve as a barrier, like they were guarding someone defenseless and important to them. “N-No, but–”

“Butwhat?” he asked. “What makes you think you can tell me what I can and can’t do?”

MC swallowed the saliva that had built up in their mouth nervously, mustering up the courage to answer firmly. “Lucifer told me to stop you if you tried to raid the fridge. He’s the one who said you’re not allowed to eat everything in it since we just had dinner.”

The order from the eldest demon brother was enough to hold Beelzebub back from devouring the human who was stubbornly blocking his path. The mouth-watering food calling to his stomach from within the fridge would have to wait until they left their post later on. Fortunately, he had enough snacks stashed in his room to tide him over for a short while.

“Fine,” he surrendered reluctantly. “I’ll leave then.”

Beelzebub thought it would be a once and done thing, but confusion grew on top of his frustration each afternoon and evening when he found MC stationed in the same spot to protect the contents of the fridge from his hungry hands. Why did they keep doing this? No matter what strategy he used, like turning into his demon form to scare them or even forcibly moving them aside, the human always came back with the same fiery resistance. The thought of simply adding them to his mental list of foods to eat crossed his mind each time he saw them, but the consequences that would come from Lucifer and Lord Diavolo for doing so weren’t worth it to him. So, he’d continue to either bide his time until they exited the kitchen or try to convince them to let him pass, which usually resulted in him having to come back later.

~~~

“Please, MC?” Beelzebub requested with sad eyes one afternoon. “I’m still really hungry. I don’t know if I can last until dinner.”

After getting to know them and ultimately forming a pact with them, Beelzebub had gotten used to the routine of being stopped by MC when he wanted more food after lunch and dinner each day, feeling more neutral about the whole thing than any other negative emotion these days. He even was comfortable enough with them to attempt pleading tactics.

MC’s resolve faltered at the sight, but they quickly pulled themself together. “I’m sorry, Beel, but you know I can’t let you touch anything in the fridge.”

The demon almost appeared teary-eyed from their response, managing to make the human’s stomach knot with guilt. Now that they had become friends, they felt bad about not letting him eat when he was so hungry, but they also knew that the moment they stepped aside, there would be no food left to prepare dinner. It had become an inner conflict for them, but they stuck true to their mission to keep Beelzebub out of the fridge at these specific times until the exchange program ended. Therefore, they had created a backup plan for when he was famished like this.

“Maybe this will help?” MC fished out a comfort candy from their pocket and offered it to Beelzebub. “As long as you don’t bite on it, it should last for a bit.”

His eyes widened in surprise before relaxing into a friendly stare. “Thanks, MC. You’re the best.”

The Avatar of Gluttony did take advantage of this kindness whenever he encountered the human in the kitchen, but as time went on, the routine evolved into special time that he got to spend with them. Rather than getting free snacks from them, he started inviting them out to places where they could eat together, like Hell’s Kitchen or Madam Scream’s. MC wouldn’t have to guard the fridge if he wasn’t even in the house and had something else to eat, he reasoned with them. Also, food began to taste better than usual whenever he shared it with MC, prompting him to persuade the human to join him all the more. Eventually, the two of them started doing other activities together, like working out, seeing a movie, going to shops that they liked, checking out events being held in town, or even just chatting together in the comfort of the kitchen–anything that allowed them to enjoy each other’s company. Soon enough, these regularly scheduled meetings with MC became Beelzebub’s favorite parts of the day.

~~~

Beelzebub stood quietly in front of the refrigerator, making no attempt to move closer or even reach for the door handle, which left a noticeable gap between him and the large kitchen appliance. His stomach growled in protest, demanding for something to satisfy it yet knowing that the unprotected food a short step away from him wouldn’t be enough. Something else was missing. He already understood what it was, but that only made the pain inside worse. What once had blocked his path was finally gone, and instead of bringing him joy, it created an even bigger pit of emptiness within him.

He hadn’t noticed the added presence in the kitchen until a hand rested on his shoulder. He turned to look at his twin brother, who stared back at him sympathetically.

“I know,” Belphegor said. “It’s been a week since MC went back to the human world, but it still feels weird not having them around. They really left their mark on all of us, huh?”

Beelzebub nodded in agreement, allowing silence to fill the room once again. He could picture MC in front of him, with that determined expression that, over time, became a cheery one whenever they saw him enter the kitchen. He was tempted to smile back at them as he usually did before the image faded from his vision.

“When do you think we’ll see them again?” he asked, his eyes still fixed ahead.

“Not sure,” the younger twin admitted. “…But I know we will at some point.”

The reassuring statement brightened Beelzebub’s mood somewhat. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“Until then,” Belphegor added, “at least we get to talk with them on the phone. Speaking of which, it’s my turn to call them today. Want to join me? I bet they’ll be happy to hear your voice.”

The offer pulled Beelzebub’s lips into a wide, excited grin and removed his hunger pangs entirely. “I’d like that. Thanks, Belphie.”

Short Story - Tell Me

Main Characters/Ship: Asmodeus x MC
Word Count: 767
Warnings: Very mild angst in the beginning; story is based off a daily in-game chat (as seen below)
A short story in honor of Asmo’s birthday.

Asmodeus’s eyes peeked down at his phone, having set it on his bed after sending the last message to MC.  The lower half of his face was hidden behind the pillow he clutched against his chest, and his fingers played with the fabric of it as he anxiously awaited a reply.  This was so unlike him, he realized.  Other demons would be begging him for loving words, all while showering him with praise and hoping for the chance to catch his eye for at least a second.  But now here he was:  Wondering if a human who was immune to his power of charm would be willing to text him three little words, or any indication that they shared even an ounce of the overflowing feelings he had for them.  He almost couldn’t believe how his heartbeat quickened the moment the checkmark read receipts appeared next to his texts.  Never in his life did he think he’d fall for someone thishard.

Based on his many interactions and close relationship with MC, Asmodeus felt confident that he would receive a favorable answer to his request, but doubt crept in when half a minute went by without so much as a typing bubble appearing on the screen.  They must be coming up with a more extravagant way of saying it back, he tried to tell himself.  After all, he was the wonderful, popular, absolutely perfect-looking Asmo!  Surely they wanted to wow him with a response as incredible as he was!  They’re just taking time to think it over and get it just right!  …Right?

The longer he waited, the more he wanted to text them to ask why they hadn’t replied yet.  It was a simple question with only one answer!  Or maybe…they truly didn’t feel the same way at all, and they were actually trying to figure out how to break it to him gently?  The possibility made his heart sink.  He rested his forehead against the pillow wrapped in his arms, restraining himself from burying his whole face in it in fear of smearing his makeup.  Had he misunderstood their behavior this whole time?  Were the few times they even expressed any trace of love back to him only out of politeness, holding no deeper meaning at all?  The insecurities he desperately tried to push down by basking in the praise of his fans and maintaining his outward beauty were bubbling up as the silence dragged on.

Just as he was reaching for his phone, Asmodeus was startled by a knock at the door.  He didn’t have the chance to check over his face in the mirror before the visitor decided to let themself inside the room.  Under the assumption that it was one of his brothers invading his bedroom, he was ready to angrily shoo away the trespasser, but he stopped himself when he saw it was MC.  Why were they–?

“I love you,” they announced suddenly.

Asmodeus’s lips parted slightly while he gazed back at them with wide eyes, rendered speechless by their declaration.

“I didn’t think it was right to say something like this over text,” they explained, “so I decided to tell you directly.  I’m sorry I don’t say it more often.  But I really should, because I do love you, Asmo, with all my heart.  So, I’ll make sure you hear it from me more, okay?”

The sincerity in the human’s words caused tears to prick the corners of the demon’s eyes.  Tossing the pillow aside, Asmodeus rushed toward MC and enveloped them in his embrace, nearly knocking them backward.  “I love you, too, darling!  So, so, so much!  Oh, you’ve just made me the happiest demon alive!”  

He excitedly peppered their cheek with kisses, full of gratitude and affection for the human in his arms.  The melodic sound of their laughter from the sensation of his kisses encouraged him to continue the gesture a little longer than he had planned before he finally separated himself from them.  A giddy smile was plastered on his face as he stared at MC lovingly while they recovered from their fit of giggles.

“Hey, MC?” Asmodeus inquired softly.  “Can you tell me again?  I want to hear it one more time.”

MC cupped his face in their hands, tenderly holding him like he was their whole world.  “I love you, Asmo.”

The demon’s heart swelled, relishing in the warm feeling that spread throughout his body from hearing these four special words.  MC’s love for him was genuine, he concluded, vowing to never question it again.  It looked like he had worried for nothing.

Short Story - Deserving

Characters/Ship: Mammon x MC

Word count: 525

Warnings: Light angst, mostly hurt/comfort

“Mammon?”

MC stared at the back of the white-haired demon from the doorway of his bedroom. They had noticed that he was quieter than usual at dinner, and then immediately afterward, he had shut himself in his room without a word. The human was certain his brothers could tell something was wrong, too, but perhaps they wanted to give him some time to himself before doing any check-ins. Or, as much as MC hated to admit it, maybe the brothers actually had contributed to what was upsetting him. Either way, the idea of leaving him alone while he was clearly troubled by something didn’t sit right with MC, so they decided to be the first to seek him out. However, even after calling his name and approaching his spot on the bed, he made no effort to acknowledge their presence.

MC carefully sat on the opposite side of the bed so that they were back-to-back with each other. That way, they thought, Mammon could keep his face hidden, and then he might feel more comfortable talking honestly.

“Everything okay?” they soon asked.

No response.

A heavy silence overtook the room again as MC contemplated what to try next. They glanced over their shoulder when the sheets suddenly rustled, discovering that the arms that were folded over his chest when they first came in were now resting in the opening of his criss-crossed legs. It may not have seemed like much to an outsider, but the human knew that this movement was progress for their first demon.

“Want a hug?” they offered.

Unbeknownst to MC, Mammon’s body visibly reacted to the question, albeit momentarily. His heart leapt in his chest before being drowned by the overwhelming thoughts flooding his brain, making his head sink lower toward his lap. “Tch, I don’t need a hug,” he responded, his voice almost monotone.

I don’t deserve it.

“That’s not what I asked,” MC countered, readjusting their position so that they didn’t have to strain their neck as much to look at him. “My question was if you wanted a hug, not if you needed one.”

Mammon could feel his chest tighten as he clenched his jaw. As much as he tensed his muscles, his body still trembled under the weight of his emotions, and he desperately hoped MC wouldn’t notice. Since the answer was stuck within the lump in his throat, he let his nodding head do the talking. In an instant, a pair of arms surrounded his being in a tight yet gentle embrace. MC’s hand guided his head into the crook of their neck and proceeded to comb through his disheveled hair, careful not to tug at any knots in it. Mammon’s stress began to slowly melt away within this warm contact. Finally, he felt safe, calm, and loved.

“MC…can you stay with me?” Mammon pleaded just above a whisper. “Please?”

“Of course,” MC replied, their lips against the crown of his head.

Mammon melted in their hold as his own arms encircled around them, not only to bring them closer to him but also to show his appreciation for their kindness.

I don’t deserve you.

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Dukexiety headcanons

- There is a flower field in Romans side of the imagination and sometimes Remus and Virgil will sneak in and just sit and sing together there.

- When they leave there is always wilted flowers or thorns left behind, eventually turning it into more of a gothic garden but even Roman thinks it’s pretty and after a little while he just lets them keep it (though he acts like he’s annoyed at it and just not bothered to fix it).

- After Virgil leaves the others both he and Remus go back separately, often times narrowly missing each other.

- After a while neither returns because it hurts to much and so the wilted flowers fully decay and the thorns grow until it’s impossible to get in but it doesn’t matter because it’s forgotten anyway.

- After a while, they start getting along again and decide to go back to the place only to find it impossible to get into.

- Eventually they find another flower field a while away, in the space between Roman and Remus’ areas. They make it their own again.

Scene Prompt

He looked down at the girl in his arms, unmoving to avoid disturbing her.

She was absolutely breathtaking in her gown, the color such a clashing vibrancy against her hair and eyes. But it wasn’t her beauty that entranced him in the moment.

It was her smile.

That smile that could move mountains, have the heavens above bow down to her. The smile that could light up not only a room, but someone’s entire life just by seeing it.

With one wish, he would end the world for her. Force her enemies to kiss the ground she stepped on. He placed her on a pedestal for everyone to adore and love, for everyone to worship.

Not that they would have a choice if he were to say anything. He would do anything for her.

She was everything to him.

“The world’s going to end now that she’s gone.”

“Hisworld.”

“What?”

“Shewas his world.” / “She was hisworld.”

They looked back at the agonizing man and his angel, eyes sympathetic. “It’s not easy when the Beast falls in love.”

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• Quintyn was the librarian though he didn’t look like one, standing at about 6’1, he was intimidating to say the least. His black hair was usually tied back into a ponytail or a bun, which he pulled off effortlessly.
  
• Being an orc, many of the preschoolers had questions for him, what was his life like, did his tusks bother him, and so on. He took the questions and answered them to the best of his abilities with a smile.
• You had met him the first day you had started, you were unsure of where to go and he had asked if you needed assistance, to which you had replied yes and were grateful for. 
• Though it was painfully obvious many of the single moms and dads had developed a crush on the easy-going librarian, and he was oblivious to many of their advances. 
• It took nearly half a year for you to work up the courage to say yes when he kept asking you to go out on dates, with the encouragement of some of the other teachers at a get-together. They had seen how the two of you interacted and it was obvious that the librarian was into you.
  
• Though it didn’t take you nearly as long to say yes when he proposed to you a year later.

“Quintyn?” You questioned as you made your way towards the library, hearing laughter coming from several of the students as they raced ahead of you. The orc sitting behind his desk as a line was formed to check out several books, you smiled slightly at seeing some of the titles considering they had been your favorite growing up. Though when he heard you calling for him, he looked up and offered a smile, motioning for you to sit beside him at the desk. Not needing to be asked a second time, you made your way over and took the spot beside him, helping him check the books out for the kids. 

“You have parent-teacher meetings tonight right?” He asked as he looked over at you, you nodded in response, reaching out he brushed a few strands of your brunette hair away from your features. “I’ll wait for you, that way we can go home together.” He responded softly, the kids giggling quietly at how ‘gross’ the two of you were acting. Which only caused him to laugh, telling the kids that one day they’ll be acting the same way when they find someone to love. 

“I don’t know how it’s going to go, Angie’s mom has not been thrilled that she has been flunking most of the assignments even with help. I’ve emailed her, called and even spoken to Angie as well to see what kind of help she needs so we can have her pass. She says that she just doesn’t want to do the assignments.” You sighed softly, opting to have your class spend the rest of study hall in the library reading. 

By the time that the end of the day had rolled around, you were preparing for the last of your parent-teacher meetings, you had saved Angie for last. When her mom had walked in with her, you took a breath as the tiefling took a seat across from you, an ear piece attached to her ear as she idly picked at her nails as though she had somewhere better to be than here. 

“I see that Angie had done incredibly well at the beginning of the year, she was acing everything and doing fantastic for someone in preschool…” You started once her mom had given you her attention. “But towards the middle here, she had started to get bored and stopped doing her assignments. I have tried everything, I spoke to Angie directly and she had stated that she just didn’t want to do them.” You were getting the sense that the reason Angie didn’t want to do the assignments was due to the fact that her mom was barely paying attention to what you were saying. 

“Then do them for her. No daughter of mine will be caught flunking preschool. Besides, how hard can it be to take a few minutes out of your day to do them? There’s what, maybe two assignments tops?” Her mom questioned as her gaze narrowed at you. “I don’t have time to sit and be lectured by someone beneath me. I have more important business matters to attend to.” 

“Miss, I cannot do her assignments for her, that is against my policy and wouldn’t be teaching her anything…” You were cut off before you could finish the statement. 

“Then you figure it out or I will be contacting the principal to get you fired and have a replacement that would be willing to make exceptions for some students.” She growled as she stood, taking Angie’s hand. “We are done here, you have a week to make sure my darling passes or it’s your job.” She warned as she stormed out of the class with Angie. 

You sat there for a few moments, gathering your thoughts and feeling more frustrated than before as you collected your things. Quintyn had managed to have perfect timing as he caught you stuffing your laptop into its bag rather haphazardly. “It didn’t go as planned?” He asked, to which you shook your head as you cleared your throat, fighting back tears that threatened to spill. 

“No, she basically threatened to go to the principal if I don’t fix things myself or do Angie’s work for her, which I cannot do. You know that.” You ranted for a moment as he came over and wrapped his muscular arms around you. “It’s unfair, my job is to help them… Why… Parents are so difficult!” You finished as you hugged onto him tightly, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head and held you for a few moments longer. 

“I know, I just had to have a young boy’s mom replace a book that he had colored in and she was not happy about that.” He murmured softly, scooping you up in one arm and grabbing your stuff with the other. “Let’s go home okay? I’ll cook dinner tonight.” 

“Will you make me my favorite?” You asked as you glanced up at him with hopefulness, he could only laugh at your big brown doe eyes, practically pleading for him to make the dish. 

“Of course, what kind of husband would I be if I didn’t make my wife her favorite when she was feeling upset?” He questioned as he carried you out to your shared car, setting you in the passenger side as you giggled softly, ready for him to take you home.

Dukexiety headcanons

- There is a flower field in Romans side of the imagination and sometimes Remus and Virgil will sneak in and just sit and sing together there.

- When they leave there is always wilted flowers or thorns left behind, eventually turning it into more of a gothic garden but even Roman thinks it’s pretty and after a little while he just lets them keep it (though he acts like he’s annoyed at it and just not bothered to fix it).

- After Virgil leaves the others both he and Remus go back separately, often times narrowly missing each other.

- After a while neither returns because it hurts to much and so the wilted flowers fully decay and the thorns grow until it’s impossible to get in but it doesn’t matter because it’s forgotten anyway.

- After a while, they start getting along again and decide to go back to the place only to find it impossible to get into.

- Eventually they find another flower field a while away, in the space between Roman and Remus’ areas. They make it their own again.