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alleycat-arcade · 2 years

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Game Finish! The Seven Lords: Icicle Flowers

@rayanicaraynbow asked: Heyo! Could get headcanons+fic for the Demon Bros with a MC who's reserved and kinda cold with no signs of warming up to any of them (MC is still respectful but not really friendly) but then something happens between a bro and MC and they're suddenly more friendly with that brother, but still kinda hesitant with the rest. When asked about it MC brings up how they aren't used to actual kindness, so instead of risking getting hurt again they just distance themself. Have a great day/night/etc. :)

(Here's part 3! If you haven't read part 1 or part 2, check out their corresponding links! Rather than two full separate versions, I went with two different endings. Hope you enjoy!.)

Frostbitten Sugar (Part 3) (Obey Me! Belphie x Gn! Mc/Reader)

Content Warnings: Hurt/Comfort and chapter 16 spoilers(Both Parts).

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Belphegor(Pre-Chapter 16):

Before properly meeting you, Belphegor heard the whispers of your name throughout the house. Well, not exactly whispers. His brothers tended to shout and that ended up wafting your name into the air of the attic. Its not that he really cared much about your name in the first place though, it was just a tool used to call out for you to "save" him from the attic.

As you rose up the stairs, it was not you that he noticed first, but rather the scent of a freshly formed pact mark, mixed with sea salt and blue raspberry. While the sound of the otaku's precious record playing from a different area may have tipped him off that you had formed a pact with him, he didn't really expect that Leviathan would go as far to form a pact with the type of person you seemed to be.

Your cold hesitance was quite the obstacle for the trapped demon. He needed you to trust every word he said in order for you to agree to free him, so he used a prepared lie of being a trapped human himself. Belphie had to hold back the wicked grin on his face when your eyes softened and agreed to listen to his escape plan.

Perhaps it wasn't the best lie in the book, considering that the first brother he'd told you to form a pact with was his twin brother. Or maybe it was a good decision, since clearly your time with Beelzebub had effected your hesitance to trust him. You'd let him off with a warning, as long as he told the full truth. What you received was close to the truth, but he left out very certain details. Focusing on the scent of firewood that hung off of you, he gave his best genuine smile. And thankfully, that seemed to be enough for you to stop glaring at him.

A few days after forming a pact with Asmodeus, your visits became more frequent. The Avatar of Sloth couldn't really understand as to why you started visiting him whenever you'd have some free time, and he certainly would complain if he could. The first couple were short and separated by a few days, but as you seemed to enjoy his company more and more they grew more frequent and longer. Sometimes you'd arrive with gifts, mostly small things that would fit between the bars of the door and were easy to sneak up the stairs.

It was first just things you happened to pick up while you were out or snacks Beel had told you he liked when you asked him earlier. But it wasn't too long before they became more complex. Movie nights, homecooked meals and pastries, pictures of locations you'd visited in the Devildom, even texts between his brothers he'd missed while stuck in the attic.

You were just being so damn nice to him. Why? What had he done for you? What happened to acting like you didn't even want to be in his general vicinity? Those questions and more had spewed out on one such movie night.

"..." You paused the movie in front of the two of you on the cheap DVD player you'd bought at one of the Devildom's electronics shops. "I... I just didn't want you to be any lonelier than you already were. If you don't want me to hang out with you I can stop." His expression scrunched slightly in response. You were a human, one of the creatures that took his beloved sister away from him. Of course he bore hatred for you and wanted nothing more than you to be as far away from him, and yet something about the time he spent with you stirred something unfamiliar inside of him. He must've just wanted to make sure you carried out your end of the plan, he told himself.

"No, that's not it. You've just been acting different from before. I thought you must have hated me or something." He yawned and relaxed his face, hands moving to shift his pillow to more comfortably rest his head against the bars. Perplexation crossed your own, processing his words until it dropped to a much softer expression. "Oh yeah. Haha, I guess I was kinda cold before huh?" His skin prickled with goosebumps as you returned to lay your head against the bars next to him. "Sorry about that. Its a little bit of a long story."

Belphie wanted to simply nod and let the two of you continue whatever movie you had brought up since he'd usually nod off halfway through and he could try to forget this interaction ever happened. Keyword there being wanted. Instead, his mouth and voice had a mind of their own. "We've got time." If it wouldn't have startled you or potentially made you suspicious, he would've clamped his hand over his jaw. And there you went again, looking at him with those damn gentle doe eyes and gentle smile. He wanted to snap off those fingers that you reached through the bars and rested on his leg.

At the moment, he wanted nothing more to stuff his ears with cotton. He shouldn't ca- no he doesn't care about some damn human, and he definitely didn't want to sit here and listen to your life story. Yet, your words permeated his brain as you went over the details of your hesitance to trust. An odd aching feeling seemed to coat his heart, only soothed by resting his own fingertips against yours. Even as you concluded, a dull throb pulsated through his veins. Ficitional words of comfort fell from his lips as easy as any other lie, but seeing you smile at them and snuggle against him even more increased the pain tenfold.

In the dim light of the credits, Belphie gazed upon your sleeping face trying to make sense of the agony you'd caused him. Perhaps it was simply the desire to wring you by the neck that made it feel like he was about to have a heart attack. No, that must be it.

The squeezing feelings never ceased in your presence, and even worsened the more often you'd hang around him. It grew bad enough that the mere thought of you would start up the constricting feeling, and he grew more and more antsy to escape as a result. Someone or something somewhere must've heard his silent pleas though, as he'd soon found himself released.

His heart still squeezed when you'd joyously announced his freedom to him, and he was still in a bit of shock upon seeing you suddenly arrive in the attic with the door no where to be seen. The embrace he pulled you into did nothing to soothe it, but he didn't need to worry about that after that. The sounds of your choked gasps drowned out any of the previous sensations you'd caused him, replaced by pure satisfaction.

Most of his senses were swimming in adrenaline and a sick sense of joy. His wicked grin as he stared at your crumpled body and laughed showed these feelings off perfectly, just as the whistle of a kettle would indicate the water inside to be boiling. Even as his brothers crowded around your dying form the sensation stayed strong as ever, if not strengthened by a surging feeling of superiority at the sight of his older, stronger brothers caring for such a weak and pitiful human being. Only upon seeing you disappear from Mammon's blood covered arms and reappear just as alive as before, aside from the dark bruise around your neck, did the sensations die out and become replaced with rage.

The same cold expression as before coated you face as you approached the group, even as Mammon clung to your side and Lucifer held Belphie back from attacking you again. His boiling anger spiked at hearing the name of his dead sister pass through you lips, but dropped like a rock when you explained what had actually happened with Lilith. Then, the painful squeezes returned once more as he kneeled on the floor after Lucifer released him, increasing in agony with every heart beat as the realization of his actions set in fully.

You'd done him no harm, and he'd killed you for simply being a part of the species he'd believed to have torn his sister away from him. Actually, you'd improved his and his brother's lives far more than he could've ever imagined, and what had you received in return? Betrayal and a nearly complete death. Belphegor had harmed the person who'd came in a sewn his family back together, the very same person who was rightfully cautious to open up to him in the first place. Was it even possible for you to forgive him for this?

Belphegor(Post-Chapter 16, Agonous Regret Ending):

You didn't need to answer that question out loud for him to know. Every part of your mannerisms reflected both your fear and bitterness towards him, and he couldn't fault you from scurrying from the room if he happened to enter the same one as you.

But if the the pain of seeing you scramble to get away didn't hurt him enough, one could imagine the one ton weight of guilt that crushed his heart to bits when you'd run into the arms of one of his brothers for protection. Belphie could practically feel the waves of anger and disappointment that radiated from them as they glared over your shoulder, holding you firmly into their arms and either making Belphegor leave or carrying you away.

To say that both yours and his relationships had become even more strained than before would be an understatement. The only time you'd spend time near them were when you needed protection, and the rest of your time in the Devildom you spent it locked away in your room, at RAD, or in the Purgatory Hall. Belphie was no better off, locking himself away in the attic and refusing to leave. He slept mostly, but when he find himself seeing you in his dreams he'd stay awake for days on end just to get a dreamless sleep. If Beel hadn't come up every two or so days to make sure he ate who would've known his current states by now.

The day you returned to the Human World was painfully tense and silent. Your goodbyes to his brothers were curt and forced, and you didn't even bother acknowledging him besides a frightened stare when he'd passed through you vision too quickly for comfort. While he never had liked Diavolo all that much before, he could feel the self-agonizing disappointment in his voice as he whispered to Barbatos about discontinuing the program he'd likely worked centuries on.

None of his brothers said a thing as they returned home, but the way Lucifer looked at him when only the two of them remained at the entrance spoke a harsh remark the prideful eldest bit back.

"You've ruined the Exchange Program, aren't you happy now? Isn't this what you've wanted from the beginning?"

Belphegor(Post Chapter 16, Third Times the Charm Ending):

The angel's blood that flowed through your veins was obvious in your forgiveness of the Avatar of Sloth. If it weren't for the demonic pact marks engraved into your skin, he'd have thought you to be a Saint. It had taken some time for both parties, but once you and him had properly sat down in the same room together did the exchange of an apology and acceptance occur. The way his heart ached in your presence lessened in painful quality to resemble they way it used to be when he sat beside you in the attic, but it was only now that he had finally opened up his own heart to you did he realize what the feeling was. A guilt infested desire to be around you had been buried deep in the demon's heart, nearly drowned beneath the sea of his hatred for humanity.

But there was an issue there. While you had forgiven him of his actions, the trust you had once given him was no longer there. Belphie knew he'd need to earn all of it back, and to do so he'd need to put in actual effort. This wasn't really something he could resolve by laying in your lap.

He could feel the warning looks of his brothers lighten as he continuously approached you, far more awake than the Avatar of Sloth had been since the Fall and willing to do whatever it took to return the same sort of affections you'd given him before. Not to say he wasn't still somewhat lazy, but he was definitely trying at the very least.

Butterflies filled his stomach as you once more began to warm up to him, and as the barrier thinned he drew closer. It was when you'd allowed him to rest his head on your shoulder did he have the confidence to hold your hand, barely containing a jolt when you ran your thumb up and down his knuckles soothingly.

Perhaps he'll be willing to share you with his brothers, but he'd much rather worry about something like that later when he wasn't snuggling into you like you were the world's softest teddy bear.

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(Here we are! I hope you don't mind me stirring in a little bit of my own hcs regarding pact marks but otherwise its pretty similar to the regular story. Gonna nap then work on some more requests lololol)

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tamakissimp · 3 years

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headcanon - being their old classmates child

request: @rayanicaraynbow Hey! I was wondering if you could do headcannons for Aizawa, Midnight, and Present Mic reacting to finding out that one of their students are the child of an old friend of theirs? So like, y/n's parent(s) were close friends with those 3 when they were younger, and the reaction they'd get by them finding this out like half way through the year or something. I'm not good at wording things lol, and if not that's fine. I love your blog, btw! <3

a/n: thank you so much! I love this idea so much! I hope you like it!

AIZAWA:

Most of the time, Aizawa was either too sleepy or too grumpy to notice the resemblance between you and his childhood friends.

He didn't think twice about how your quirk seemed to be a mix between that of his friends.

You didn't know that he was the 'Shota-kun’ that your parents often talked about.

Since you were a pretty average student, Aizawa never felt the need to have a parent-teacher conversation.

After he found out that you were indeed the child of his old friends, he tried his best to not play favourites.

But he couldn't help himself when he kept on noticing how much your mannerism was like those of your parents.

Sometimes you would get a little less homework or he would go a bit easier on you during training.

You tried to appear calm while you and your parents wait outside of Aizawa's classroom. They are both gushing about how much the UA has changed since their years here. From the paint on the walls to the pictures they hung op on them, so much has seemed to change

Suddenly, the classroom door swings open. A dishevelled Aizawa stands before you. He looks between you and your parents a couple of times. "Shota-kun?" your dad says before pulling the teacher in for a hug.

You and Aizawa share a confused look while your mom joins in for a group hug. What is going on? Your mom finally brings you out of your confusion. "Oh, Shota, if we would have known you became a teacher, we would have stopped by sooner!". Was your teacher the Shota-Kun that you had heard so many stories about?

Aizawa stumbles over his words for a bit. God, it must have been years since he last saw his friends. Now it all makes sense. Why you seemed so familiar, why he already knew everything about your quirk. He looks over your parents and you again. You were a perfect mix of them.

"I didn't know that Y/n was your child," he says. His voice is quiet, even more than normal. Your dad nods as he mentions with his hand for you to come closer. Once you're within arms reach, he swings his arm over your childer.

It was weird for him to see you all. Most of his friends turned into hero's, who now didn't have the time to worry about starting a family. But obliviously two of his friends succeded in it.

"Why don't you swing by for tea after this? To catch up," your mom suggests. Aizawa nods before leading you and your parents into his classroom. While his body is still tired, as usual, his mind was buzzing with excitement. Maybe he should have called your parents in sooner.

PRESENT MIC:

You blended into the background too much for him to really notice you.

Sure, he knew all of his students. But since he was busier with hyping up his class than with really paying attention to every single student, you just got lost in the crowd.

It isn't until one particular training session that he really noticed how similar your quirk is to that of his childhood friends.

He confronts you about it afterwards. Asking about your parents and whatnot.

Once you drop their name, he immediately asks for a picture of them. He practically begs you to invite him to dinner that night.

He walks you to your house after classes are over. A huge smile is plastered on his face as he sees your parents again.

He spends the entire night over, talking end-on-end about the past and your lives now. Since your parents were highschool-sweethearts back in the day, Hizashi loves to see that they're still together.

Definitely plays favourites with you afterwards and does nothing to hide it.

"Good job! Well done, Y/l/n!" Hizashi says happily. Your cheeks heat up as you sink further into your seat. Ever since your teacher found out about your parents, he has called on you to answer questions way more often. Sure, Iida was bummed that someone took his place as being the teacher's pet but he never showed his irritation.

Present mic continues on with his lesson. You just dose for a bit, getting lost on daydreams. It isn't until he starts handing out the homework packets that you zone back in. Students around you groan at the amount of work he's handing out. Most were expecting to learn about their quirk at the UA. While they got to do just that, they also had to do an insane amount of homework along with it, English including.

As the teacher reaches your table, you notice that the packet he hands you is significantly smaller than that of the other students. You look up at your teacher. Hizashi just sticks his tumb up at you. "Tell your parents I'm coming over after dinner, okay?" he says.

You nod at him. A bright smile flashes over his lips before he continues to walk to the next students. You scan through the homework he just handed you. It will only take fifteen minutes to make, tops. Being the teacher's favourite does have its perks.

MIDNIGHT:

She'll notice that your face feels familiar, but she won't act out on it.

She won't even mention it to you. Instead, she keeps on teaches her class like normal, but you notice that she is being kinder to you.

Nothing out of the ordinary though, not until she saw your parents.

Your mom and dad had been begging for you to show them around campus. They hadn't been inside the building since their teenage years and were desperate to see it again.

That's when Midnight spotted you and your parents walking through the halls. Suddenly the familiarity made sense.

"Hey!" she calls out. Your parent turns around at the sound of her familiar voice.

The rest of the afternoon consisted of them catching up again while you were awkwardly third -well actually forth- wheeling.

After that, she didn't play favourites with you since your parents specifically told her not to.

She was a lot less stern with you, if at all. She never called on you to answer questions in front of the class.

If you made spelling errors on a test, she would pretend to have not seen them.

"Well, that was it for today," Midnight calls out. The class sighs thankfully and quickly packs up their stuff to get the hell out of the classroom. Instead of just grabbing your stuff and bolting out of the room, you stop by Nemuri's desk first. She looks at you with a bright smile.

"How can I help you, Y/n?" she asks. It still feels weird to be called by your first name by a teacher. You nod as you reach into your bag, pulling an old photo book out of it.

You hand it to Nemuri and her face lights up. "My uh, My parents want me to give you this," you say. The last couple of students who are still in the classroom send you weird looks but you don't pay them any mind.

"Thank you so much!" Nemuri says. She starts to flip through the book. Memories flood her mind with every picture she sees. "You look a lot like your dad when he was younger, you know?". She shows you a picture of him from the book to further prove her point.

Embarrassment washes through you as you stare at the picture. Nemuri has her arms slung around your father's waist while planting a kiss on his cheek. Even when she was younger, being a flirt was written into her DNA. She pulls the book away from you once she notices you uncomfortably shifting your weight around.

"Anyways, thank you, parents, for me yeah?" she asks. You nod at her and start walking towards the exit of the room. "Oh, and by the way.". You turn back around to face her. "There's a surprise pop-quiz next week," she says with a wink. You nod at her an make a mental note to start studying tonight. Okay, maybe she plays favourites just a little.

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