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Hello, I'm crimsonluna but you can call me Crimson! ^.^
I decided to make this blog so I can spread my fics around and post my ramblings, and maybe do some blurbs that I'm too lazy to post on Ao3.
I have a lot of unfinished wips in my notes but I do post on Ao3 when i actually get things done, been thinking about expanding it to here but who knows.
I'm into a lot of things and I get hyperfixated on things pretty quickly, once I do I mainly post about it until I jump to the next thing lol
I like writing angst and au's, and I'm constantly in rarepair hell. I'm pretty bad at multi chapter fics but I'm working on it! I just do a lot of one-shots for now.
Short guide to my blog: crimsonwrites (tag for my writings, blurbs, or general asks), crimsonrbs (tag for things that I reblog from), crimsons into the ocverse (tag for my ocs from different fandoms, it's mainly a joke I created)
Things I'm into and that I'll write and create content for:
Hiii hello I went down a rabbit role and now I made a guide of (almost) all the fonts used in the game, here's the link for the drive I put them all in:
I'm not sure if this has already been requested, but- may I get the demon bros reacting to their s/o leaving them a noticeable hickey?
Hasn't been done! :D
THE BROTHERS reacting to MC giving them a hickey
Lucifer
“Adorable, really, but never do that again. I am the one marking you.”
Shhh… he’s just being a baby about it. Inwardly, he’s absolutely beaming with pride that you marked him in the heat of the moment. He’s just trying to establish dominance here. Rest assured, every mark you gave him will be returned on your skin, but also, as much as he’s scolding you and telling you to never do that again, he’s suddenly walking around with his collar undone just so everyone can see.
Mammon
“Oi! What are ya, an animal?!”
It’s not that you did it, it’s that it’s going to take forever for this mark to leave. Secretly loves it, though, and it’s not like he didn’t give you any, either. Much like Lucifer, Mammon is being a baby about it, all while hoping that someone would comment on it so he can tell them what a freaky babe you are and how he drove you wild enough to mark him.
Leviathan
“I-I… Why do I love this?!”
Has a mild existential crisis. Listen, he’s used to there being ‘spots’ on his skin because of the scales that appear in his demon form, but you marking him? Leaving a hickey in the heat of the moment? He’s honestly seconds away from telling you to please do that again, preferably on every single inch of his body so everyone may know that he is the one who drove you wild enough to mark him.
Satan
“Oh yes, mark me. Make me yours. Let everyone know this demon is taken.”
Absolutely thrives. There’s a blush on his cheeks, he’s breathing heavily and he desperately tries to cling to some shred of self control because he wants to take you so bad right now. There’s nothing hotter, to him, than a lover who knows what they want and just claims it. Will wear the mark with pride.
Asmodeus
“Oh, wait no… you know what? I love it.”
Wants to freak out so bad that you marked his perfect skin, but he’s honestly also majorly turned on right now. The hickey can be covered up with makeup if he so wishes, but honestly? It’s sexy as hell that you have now claimed him so openly and he’s not sure he wants to cover it up. Besides, it just emphasizes his Avatar so kind of a win-win for both sides, right?
Beelzebub
“Did you give me a hickey, MC?”
Barely noticed. Will probably only find out about it when one of his brothers points it out. That gets him thinking back to the night it must have happened and the memory of you in his lap, kissing along his neck while you’re riding him… God, now he’s horny and hungry for the same reason. He excuses himself and drags you to the nearest empty room, determined to mark you up as well while hoping you’ll leave a matching one on the other side.
Belphegor
“Cute.”
That’s it. That’s all you’re getting. Your effort is ‘cute’. Doesn’t hide it, also doesn’t explain it should any one ask. He just kind of accepts that it’s part of his look now. Loved the feeling he felt when you gave it to him and maybe he’ll ask you to place a few more. Perhaps also in places that no one else is allowed to see except for you? C’mon, turn his skin dark, this demon wants to match with his cow pillow.
TWST Crossovers that I think would be incredibly funny:
Yuuji Itadori from JJK
No because logically what is the correct reaction to some kid who, for intents and purposes is just a human kid from another world, punches through solid concrete like it's nothing. Furthermore, the reaction to everyone's bafflement is "it wasn't reinforced concrete..." He's going on about how he's from a school of sorcerers, jujutsu he said?
But the mirror doesn't register that he has any magic, and those who can smell magic on others don't pick up anything. So they chalk up his absurb strength to a quirk of his and he proceeds through the storyline as mostly normal. He get's along great with Ace and Deuce, and keeps calling Grim a shinigami and goes on about how "Fushiguro is gonna be so jealous that I got one!" Kalim adores him, and he adores Kalim back, their personalities mesh super well together and in fact only feed each other on (much to Jamil's dismay).
Vargas begs Yuuji to join a sport, any sport, literally please Yuuji! Even Leona wants to put that arm strength to work, he's sure that even if Yuuji can't fly a broom, he can just straight up throw the discs into the goals in Spelldrive. Unfortunately for them, Yuuji still has no interest in sports, but he is super into the Film Club, he wants to watch as many movies from this world as possible and Vil does appreciate the enthusiasm, though Yuuji's taste in film leaves less than to be desired...
For the most part, Yuuji's time in Twisted Wonderland is going pretty well until someone grabs his hand for one reason or another, and screams as they feel a tongue lick against it before sharp teeth dig into their flesh. Now he's trying to explain the large eye and mouth that has grown from his flesh is called Sukuna and don't worry about him! He can't do anything unless Yuuji eats a one of his fingers and is somehow knocked out!
That explanation does not reassure anyone what so ever.
The Player Character from Wizard101
"If I had a nickel for everytime I was summoned to a magic school despite coming from a world that has no magic, I'd have two. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it's happened twice."
At least they aren't expected to save the entire fucking universe this time (they think, the headmaster is significantly less put together and considerate than Ambrose). But also, can they please go home? They're tired of being isekai-ed and also they really want to have McDonald's fries and neither the Spiral or Twisted Wonderland has that.
Despite this, it's obvious that the new student is incredibly talented, using a form of magic not only foreign to their world, but incredibly powerful. Being able to summon creatures to do your bidding from just a sigil and a card is not a small feat, it takes a powerful mage to summon even one familiar. Even though the mirror has trouble placing them, as their magic isn't recognizable to it, they are on par with the faculty in some cases. Yet they seem to not realize it, or if they do, not particularly care.
The new student's understanding of magic exceeds that of their classmates, but they seem content to stay a first year and help Ace, Deuce, and Grim with their coursework. In fact, they seem more than happy to be in a classroom setting at all, explaining that they had to learn their own magic out on the field. Which makes immediate sense when they can cast spells that only mages of decades of trainings could do, but also be unable to answer any questions about the foundations of casting.
"Uh, I don't know what it means or how it all works together, but I can say fancy words and a giant tree man will come and smash my opponent with his fists. Soooo, like if it works it works?"
Literally any magical girl character
What the fuck? What the fuck? - probably everyone from TWST
Literally 90% of any magical girls have powers on par with fucking GOD. Madoka literally becomes God. I'm pretty sure Sailor Moon is also a God. Literally they are all just Gods. Overblots? Who gives a fuck about overblots when apparently the power of friendship and magic (and a super duper sparkly pink power blasts) can just beat the shit out of you.
Steven Universe from Steven Universe but when he's a teenager
Alright here me out. Similar sort of vibes with Yuuji, his appearance is that of a regular 16 year old boy. He's very kind (almost sickingly so to most of the cast) and eager to help out in the chaos that is the orientation ceremony. When he summons his shield and/or bubbles, everyone assumes it's just his unique magic coming out in a strange way. But when he says it's his "gem powers" and the Dark Mirror confirms that he doesn't have magic, it's rather confusing.
Steven is of course very forthcoming, if asked about these "gem powers" he explains it right away. By lifting his sure and showing off the pink gem where his belly button should be.
"Due, is that a fucking gemstone embedded into your stomach?"
"Uh yeah! It's from my mom!"
"What? Like she put it in you?"
Nothing what Steven says makes sense when he talks about the gem being his mom, but not anymore, but still kinda is. The only consensus is that his mom is dead, but not really, and no one wants to ask more.
However, when it inevitably happens that Steven becomes close with one of his friends (I feel in my heart that it would be Deuce idk why it just would be) and the two are replaced by one very large man that looks like and acts like a mix of the two, then people are more than happy to start asking plenty of questions on the nature of what Steven is.
something something something that enimene song about being back again ANYWAYS
MORE FUNNY TWST CROSSOVERS
Coco from Witch Hat Atelier:
I saw that the anime was out and was curious and omg it's so good and the magic system is so cool! But that had me wondering how Coco and TWST cast would react to the vastly different casting (or drawing) styles for magic?
From just the first few episodes that are out, I think Coco would be so fucking excited to meet not only more "witches", but learning that their way of casting magic is actually like the ways she was told magic worked growing up is both so cool but also weird.
Why do they get to be born with the ability to cast magic but people back home don't? On the other hand, she can do the same as long as she has the pen and ink, though she's still learning.
The guys on the other hand are kinda baffled that all this girl needs is some ink, a pen, and symbols on a paper to cast a spell. What do you mean you don't have blot?? You can just keep casting spell willy nilly and don't have to worry until your out of ink or paper? Idia would probably say something about that being overpowered.
But the pure joy and passion that Coco has for magic is incredibly cute to many of the cast, especially since she is quite young compared to them. I like to think that Vil is especially endeared by her; at first only pleased that she seemed to be eager to listen (especially compared to Epel), but later on becomes quite affectionate to her, much like a brotherly figure.
Coco on her end likes being around Vil because his knowledge and attention to clothing and fabrics in general reminds her of her mother, and it does make her heart ache a bit, but also want to be around him more. When it comes to light that she was a tailor's apprentice with her mother, and still remembers how to do the profession quite well, an offer is extended.
"You want me to help in the club?"
"Yes, I think your talents would be quite useful here, we need people to help make our costumes since very few members know how to do so. Besides, I've seen very few people with such precision in their work. I'd even say it's quite magical, wouldn't you?"
Vil is confused as to why Coco gapes at him from that, but relaxes when she smiles and eagerly nods in agreement.
Feeling not so good, so could I pleaaase request a sickfic with Kellam or Kaze? Maybe with their poor wife fainting and them needing to catch her or something?
(An Awakening/Fates double feature! Normally I try to keep the prompts separated by game, but…this is extremely cute so it must be done U V U)
Kaze: The winter weather of Nohr was the definition of unforgiving. Caught outside at the wrong time meant dire consequences for even the most seasoned Nohrians. So it was shocking when Kaze’s wife succumbed to the cold.
It was your turn for the routine patrol around camp. Kaze naturally joined you as your partner; who better to scout with than your husband? He certainly hadn’t offered because he wanted an excuse to hold your hand outside of the bedroom. That couldn’t possibly be it!
Everything was fine at first, albeit your breathing was a heavier than usual.
You dismissed his concerns when he noticed your face was flushed, bright enough that even the shroud of night couldn’t conceal it.
The problem didn’t reveal itself fully until he stepped away to investigate a hunting trap on the outskirts of camp. He wasn’t sure who had set it, but it didn’t appear to be a threat.
He was halfway back to your side when your knees suddenly buckled. Had he not sprinted back the rest of the way you would’ve gone face first into the snow.
“Corrin!!” Kaze cried out, arms snapped around you the instant he was close enough. He dropped into the snow with a grunt; you were practically dead weight. “Corrin- what’s wrong?!"
He turned you over in his arms, trying to figure out what just happened. Your expression was just slightly pained, but it was your breathing that had him most concerned. It was shallow and rapid; as though you were ill.
Very ill.
“Why didn’t you say something-?” He cursed to himself. Kaze broke into a sprint and rushed back to camp.
The sight of him racing home was cause for alarm, nearly causing a panic.
“What the hells happened?!” Jakob was naturally first to the scene. He was never far from his liege. But apparently he wasn’t close enough.
“I do not know. We were on patrol- I stepped away for a moment and she fainted when I returned!”
“You should not have left her side at all!” Jakob snapped, “I will alert the healers- we must hurry!”
Kaze dutifully followed the butler, heart thundering. Azama and Sakura already had the area prepped, directing him to lay you down on a nearby cot.
“She has a fever,” He explained worriedly, “Her face was flushed before, but I-I don’t know if it’s poison, or-”
“No, she is ill.” Jakob disagreed, “I have seen this many times. For it to strike so suddenly, it must be Nohrian flu."
“What?” His face fell with the grim diagnosis.
A disease like that took lives without hesitation. For you to collapse so suddenly- was it already too late?
“There is a Nohrian village nearby. We need to send someone there in disguise to avoid detection, but I'm certain they'll have the medicinal herbs we need to treat this effectively. I fear the Hoshidan remedies we have now won't be strong enough for this illness."
“That’s quite an assumption.” Azama quirked an eyebrow, “If you have so little faith in our skills, perhaps you shouldn’t have defected to the ‘inferior’ side.”
“That’s not it.” Jakob snapped, “Princess Sakura, please inform your siblings of what's happened. We will need them to assign the task for the village. Azama, if you have parchment lose by I can give a list of remedies to ease her symptoms in the meantime-"
“Do we have anything to at least revive her, first?" Kaze cut in, his hand anxiously wrapped around yours.
Jakob spared him a glance; it was clear your sudden faint rattled him.
“...Let me see what I can do.”
Azama directed Jakob to the medicine cabinets, chock full of herbs that the butler was less familiar with.
Kaze watched over you intently, hoping each second that passed you might open your eyes without the need of a cleric's assistance. That maybe it wasn’t as bad as he feared, and it was just a strange phenomenon that you would wake from without issue.
Unfortunately, it would be a long while before you finally came around. Three hours, to be precise.
The last smear of herbal paste across your collarbone seemed to do the trick.
He caught the shifting behind your eyelids first, before your brows scrunched and a small grumble rose from your chest.
Kaze was practically leaning right over you, hand pressed to your cheek.
“Corrin…? Corrin, can you hear me?”
“...Ugh…”
“That would be a yes,” Azama glanced over. “Keep an eye on her while I finish preparing these strange herbs, will you??”
“Of course,” Kaze nodded solemnly. He kept his attention on you, a soft frown on his lips. “Are you well? Does anything hurt?”
“Mmn…” A soothing hand ran through your hair. “…Head…”
His fingers slipped away for less than a second. As though your brain hadn’t even the ability to comprehend when he left and came back.
The sudden warmth on your forehead was a welcome surprise; a soft, hot towel gingerly placed on your head.
Kaze’s touch returned, this time slipping his fingers between yours in a delicate hold. “This should soothe the pain a little.”
His other hand brushed against your cheek. You leaned into his touch instinctively, earning the smallest smile from a frightened husband. Even in spite of your fever, his warmth was sought.
“Azama and Jakob are preparing medicine for the Nohrian Flu. Which, unfortunately, you’ve caught.” The added note brought a bemused grimace. Clearly you were familiar with the illness.
“At some point I will need to inform brothers and sisters-in-law that you are awake now. Sakura did inform them of what happened…but I fear without frequent updates, I will only draw Camilla’s fury."
You hummed in agreement, lazily nodding off to the side. Clearly you were more asleep than awake.
Kaze adjusted the cloth on your forehead, “But we need not worry about it now. Please rest. I will wake you when the medicine has been prepared.”
A glimmer of ruby red eyes shone up at him, if only for a moment before long eyelashes fluttered close once again.
“...Thank you, love…”
It was somewhere between a yawn and a mumble. But the three sweet words made the soft ninja’s heart skip a beat.
“You can thank me by recovering quickly, dearest.” He jested, but pressed a delicate kiss to your cheek all the same. “I shall pray for your swift recovery.”
The lengths your husband would go to prevent such a disaster from happening again were swift and serious.
From changing your entire diet to straightening out your sleep and exercise schedules, Kaze made it clear he wouldn't risk your health ever again.
Of course you would apologize profusely for worrying the poor man with such a sudden collapse.
Though he assured you it was fine, you did find his hand rested on your back far more often than before. Always polite, always gentle, but you wondered if he was secretly hoping to prevent another sudden fall.
It would not happen again under Kaze’s watchful eye. Though he would be forced to leave your side for a brief moment when Camilla charged at him. After all, how could she not be enraged he allowed you to get sick at all?!
He made himself scarce, but would never be more than a whisper away while you recovered (which meant he was perched outside your window waiting for you to ask for him). Both of you would always be far more careful in the future.
Kellam: One of the perks of being hard to spot was he could slip around people unnoticed with ease. So if the time should arise where he needed to keep an eye on you rather than, say, doing his daily duties, it wasn’t hard for him to do.
Such was the situation he found himself in that morning. Awakened at the crack of dawn, he found an empty spot in bed. As a matter of fact, it was cold.
Either you had left for work hours ago, or you never made it home. A heavy yawn came first,and a troubled groan followed. It wasn’t the first time he’d woken at such a strange time without his wife, and surely wouldn’t be the last.
But that meant he had to go on a brief hunting trip.
Kellam was quite grateful he could slip through the town unnoticed in the early morning. The main road that led into the castle was an artery which clogged for hours as the work day began.
Having to fetch you from your office before another soul was even awake was at least one convenient change.
Navigating the corridors of Ylisstol’s castle was simple enough. Having done it countless times it took only a few minutes to reach your office. The dim candlelight of a sputtering wick came through the door’s little window.
All the confirmation he needed that you were asleep inside. In spite of being familiar with the way such mornings went, he knocked politely on the door all the same.
A few seconds’ pause…but no answer. Definitely asleep.
The door opened softly with the spare key you’d wisely given your husband. It was not difficult to find his wife, who slept soundly at the desk covered in paperwork and splotches of ink.
His hand was on your shoulder, gently shaking you in his typical, loving manner of waking you.
It took a few tries before you eventually came around.
“Hmm…?”
“It’s morning, Robin… Time to get up.”
You groaned as you stretched awake, and tried to ask some sort of question around a heavy yawn. Kellam patted your back reassuringly, waiting for you to regain at least some of your consciousness.
“What…uhm…time is it?”
“The sun’s barely risen. If we hurry back now, we’ll still beat the morning rush.”
You nodded to yourself, back popped as you stood. “That’s…just enough time to get ready for work."
“Robin,” He knew you could hear the frown in his tone, but you were pointedly not turning to look at him. Instead you shuffled around the desk to fetch your coat. “I know how busy you are, but you’ve been working all night. It’s time for you to rest."
“There’s just too much to do. The rural reconstruction budgets…supply overage approvals for the Shepherd’s missions…the diplomatic strategy meetings, and the-”
“I get it. Truly, I do!” Kellam sighed, trailing behind you as the jacket came over your shoulders. “But if you don’t rest now, you’re going to regret it later. You’ve been non-stop since…well, forever!”
“That’s not true. I can stop.” You argued, gaze defiant when you finally looked at him.
That was your first mistake; he gasped at the bags beneath your eyes.
"Naga-! You are going to bed right now. This isn’t up for debate when you have eyes like a raccoon!”
There was an incredibly stubborn look on your face in spite of the state of things. With a dismissive tug of your coat, you headed for the door.
“I just need some strong tea and a cold shower. It’s just the low light in here making my face look a little off.”
“Robin-”
“Come on, you can scold me on the way home.”
“No, you’re-”
Whunk
“-Heading for the wall.” The sound was heavy enough to make the man flinch.
'You stumbled backwards, confused that the door was solid. You stumbled backwards, confused that the door was solid stone.
Then you fell to the floor.
“Robin-!!"
Kellam bolted to you, annoyance totally forgotten in lieu of near-panic. His arms came round you; whole body limp and heavy. The bright red mark on your forehead glowed against palid skin.
You were out cold.
If the rest of the castle had not woken, Kellam’s panicked shouts did the trick. He was impossible to ignore, barreling through the castle with his wife unresponsive in his arms.
Lissa was mercifully on duty that morning; she would be able to tend to you better than anyone else! At least, that’s what he told himself, while quickly explaining to the flustered princess that you had literally knocked yourself out.
Kellam did not realize he was crying until the princess handed him a kerchief.
“I’ve got her. Don’t worry.” She offered the poor man a comforting smile, before turning to his wife and getting right to work.
Ultimately it was all he could do to watch over you and wait for Lissa to tell him you were fine. He couldn't bear the idea of her saying otherwise.
He took hold of your hand beneath the cotton blanket, waiting anxiously for you to come around.
He was petrified he just bore witness to working yourself to death. This never happened before. To strike a wall and utterly collapse?
Just how hard were you working when he wasn’t able to stop you?
Hitting the wall wasn’t something you remembered until about an hour after you came to. There were more confusing questions on your mind, after all.
In particular, how did you get home?
The rustling of a sweet down duvet caught your attention first; there was no such thing in your office. But your own bedroom had quite plush bedding; which was one of Kellam’s many methods to get you to sleep in bed more often.
Weak beams of light pushed through the windows of your room. It was a familiar sight on weekends spent at home.
With a heave and a groan, you stretched yourself upright, sitting back against the pillows. This was certainly your room. It was just that the last you recalled, you were staring down at the incomplete analysis on your desk.
Your curious circumstances found their answer when the door creaked open.
Worried gray eyes found yours. He had a tray in his hands, quickly set aside when he realized you were looking at him.
“Oh- Robin, you’re awake!”
His footfalls were quiet in spite of his quick strides. Kellam made it to the bedside before you could even answer. A warm, calloused hand pressed softly to your forehead.
The crease in his brow didn’t ease when he pulled his hand back, but at least he managed a worried smile.
“...How are you feeling?”
You mulled the question for a moment, weighing the answer between your confusion and the headache slowly reminding you of its gnawing presence. “Um. Well…okay.”
“Does anything hurt? Is your…” He trailed off, gaze stuck on your forehead. In your sleepy haze you reached up, following his eyes and finding a very, very tender bump in the dead center of it.
He frowned at your wince. “Definitely hurts.”
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that right when you woke up. Let me get that…” he rose, hurrying out of the room to retrieve a cool, damp cloth. Something to ease the pain in your skull, no doubt.
“What happened?” You managed to ask upon his return. The cloth was placed in your hand, which you gratefully set against the angry bruise.
Kellam settled onto the edge beside you. “Well…I woke up and you weren’t home. Again.”
A few bricks of guilt plunked onto your shoulders.
“So I went to the castle to get you, and you were asleep in your office.” He nervously rubbed the back of his neck. “But when I woke you up to get home, you were arguing with me and started walking away, and…well, you sort of…you ran into the wall and passed out.”
Your face blanched. “What.”
He nodded, “It’s true. You hit the wall and knocked yourself out-- I think you were so tired you didn’t realize where you were going until it was too late.”
The cloth fell when your hands came up, trying desperately to hide the hot blush on your face. You ran into a wall and knocked yourself out.
Kellam politely decided not to acknowledge the embarrassed noise muffled behind your fingers. “A-anyway. I carried you to the infirmary, and Lissa looked you over…she said you’d be fine with a lot of sleep and headache medicine.”
“I see…you wouldn’t happen to have that medicine now, would you?”
“Oh- right- yes, one second.” He slipped away once more, this time with the tray back in hand. A handsome cup of tea and a menacing medicine ball came with him. “It’s bitter, so I made your favorite blend to help it go down. She said you’ll want to take two of these a day, morning and evening.”
“Mmn.” Reluctantly, dutifully the medicine was taken, followed by half the cup of tea fighting tooth and nail to wash away the sour, bitter remedy.
Kellam’s face fell some, having bore witness to the reason why you were taking that medication in the first place.
“Robin…you need to stop working so much. I mean it.”
You finished your tea off with a soft sigh, all too familiar with this argument. “Kellam, you know I-”
“I’m not taking no for an answer this time. You ran into a stone wall, head first! You’re so exhausted you can’t function properly. Do you honestly think I’m going to be okay with that, especially now that this happened?”
“It was a mistake, I admit. I shouldn’t have pushed through another all nighter. But-”
“No buts!” He stopped you, holding his hand up, “You’re not doing any more overnight work. You live ten minutes from that office. You can stand to come home and rest when the day is over!”
“Kellam, my work isn’t…I can’t just stop doing it. I’m Chrom’s right hand, he needs me to finish as much as I can. He’s working just as hard, if not harder-- the least I can do is support him.”
“I’m not asking you to ‘stop doing’ your work. I’m just asking you to sleep so you don’t crash into something and hurt yourself again! What if it happens and I’m not there- if nobody’s there to help you?”
“It won’t happen again.” You protested, “The time just got away from me-”
“Time just got away from you this time. What about next time?” He pressed you, arms crossed tight over his chest. He looked like an angry stone; meaning he wasn’t giving in. “How long before you hit another wall, and I’m not there to catch you? You could strike your head on the floor and die! And nobody would know until it was too late!”
“That won’t happen. I know I’ve been irresponsible, but even I know better than to push so far as to put myself in danger.”
“No, you don’t!” He argued, voice raised. He stood from the bed, an accusing finger pointed at you. “Otherwise I wouldn’t have come to get you! I wouldn’t have taken you to Lissa! I wouldn’t have thought you were-”
Your grip tightened on the cup. “Thought I was what, Kellam?”
“I wouldn’t have-” Hesitation, and dissipation of anger. “I wouldn’t have thought you were dead.”
A gasp left your lips.
“You...thought I died?”
“Y-you just dropped like a soldier on the battlefield! Headfirst into stone, and you crumpled. I thought you’d actually worked yourself to death when I took you to Lissa. She was so frightened when we first came in, a-and when I told her what happened she said you could’ve damaged your brain!”
“You said Lissa’s diagnosis wasn’t that serious.”
He sighed heavily, hands on his hips. “She didn’t know what to think when I came in at first. It was still so early, a-and your face was so pale- she knows your lifestyle, and how hard you’re always working. She’s joked about you working yourself to death countless times! It very well could’ve happened this time!”
“Kellam,”
“I know, it sounds stupid. It’s silly to think Chrom’s best soldier would die from something as trivial as that, but- when I caught you, Robin, I-”
“Kellam.”
“I-I just started panicking. Your body was so heavy, it was like dead weight, and I-”
“Kellam…” He sank onto the bed again, all but falling into your open arms. He fell into you, head buried in your shoulder.
The tears that had blurred his vision and shaken his voice dripped pitifully on your skin.
Each droplet a dagger in your heart.
Featherlight fingers wove into his hair, the other wrapped tight around his broad back. It was hard to comfort a man nearly twice your size; but there were few places safer than each others’ arms.
Especially after scaring him so terribly.
“...I’m sorry, darling. I am.” You murmured into his hair, feeling uneven breaths hasten and slow in an attempt to compose himself.
“Ah...sorry. I shouldn't…you're supposed to rest.”
“Don’t apologize. This is my fault. I didn’t mean to scare you-- I should’ve come home last night. Especially because of how worried you were. I’ve treated you terribly.”
Kellam shook his head, pushing the tears away. “You treat yourself poorly, Robin…I need you to take better care of yourself. If not for your own health, then…at least, for me?”
“Of course.” You drew him back into your embrace, kissing his temple. “I will. I promise. I won’t work into the morning anymore…I’ll come home every night. Though, sometimes, I might need a little help. A reminder or two, you know?”
Your sweet husband could only nod in agreement. His arms wrapped tight around you, gentle in spite of his size.
It was like hugging a big, handsome bear; to think you would consider ever leaving his side for a moment.
“If you can spare a little more patience for me, I promise I’ll work hard to change. I promise never to put you in such a position again…but it does make me so happy to know you’re the one looking out for me.”
“I’ll always look out for you.” Tender kisses fluttered over your eyes, a gentle hand brushing along your cheek.
“Even when I’m being a brat?”
“Especially then.”
The two of you fell into bed together, a mess of laughter and lingering teardrops. You were able to rest a long while after that; Kellam stayed dutifully at your side, a willing nap partner (once he informed his commanding officers he wouldn’t be on duty today).
There would be slip ups here and there, the tides of war and peace making it difficult to always adhere to Kellam’s strict bedtime request. But he would always be there, lending a hand, making sure to return home safely with you no matter the time of night.
But even if you were reluctant to admit it…getting a good night’s sleep next to your beloved so often was most welcome. Especially waking up to his handsome snoozing face.
ahajshjshhjsjsaa I saw your Sebek and Silver Wishing Lantern art and now I have realized that I NEED a Wising Lantern Remix Diasomnia edition!! Just all of Diasomnia with gorgeous long hair and pretty pink outfits!!
on the one hand, yes.
on the other hand, I feel like this would be very, very bad for Lilia's mental health.
Lucifer is sadistic and bastard towards his brothers. - but he's also a caring, tired older brother who always wants his family to be happy. He's affectionate with soft points, even if all others see is him ruling over the house with a hard hand.
Mammon is a greedy scumbag - but he's still an older brother who feels responsible for others. He can take that he's called out, but he doesn't like someone mistreating his family. He may be tsundere sometimes, but he accepts his place and what he loves.
Leviathan is a self-deprecating otaku shut-in - but he's also a shy, yet cheerful demon who loves with passion and devotion. To MC, to his hobbies. One who cares for everyone, not wanting to destroy anything.
Satan is walking wrath, Lucifer hater - but he's also a bookworm with a soft spot for cats. Open to studying more about the world. Reaching out for help, accepting others. Helping when someone needs it. Calm and reserved enough to understand differences. And to love without questioning.
Asmodeus is a lustful and self-concerned demon. But he's one who's sensitive and doesn't like violence. He wants to live a good life without fighting. To be happy with his family wherever they are. Open for love of others but fully devoted to MC forever.
Beelzebub is soft and protective. But he's also a demon. One with so much strength that he could destroy everything. Protective towards his loved ones, ready to sacrifice himself so everyone is fine. Full of regret and constant hunger. Yet still trying to be a gentle giant, worried about what can happen.
Belphegor is bratty and lazy. But he's also the youngest brother who doesn't want to be treated like a child. All he hates is being mistreated. He connects deeply and loves deeply. Knowing he won't want anyone other than MC
Diavolo is loud and cheerful. But he's also a pure blood demon with overwhelming strength. With a different mentality under his smile. Yet he's curious and wants to be friendly. While knowing his true nature.
Barbatos is collected and loyal to Diavolo - but he's also much older than everyone, holding power no one else ever had. Wanting to be butler on his own will. To be seen as a normal demon who decided on his life.
Simeon is an angel, but he's also having his own urges. He knows he's not the purest angel around, and he never judges anyone since he's not a saint either.
Solomon is witty and annoying - but he's also a human who lived through very much. Who is not trusting everyone. Who saw too much in his life. But he still decides to smile and keep going with a happy, fun life, even if everyone hates him.
A/N: Just found it in my drafts and thought about posting it. I actually think about making some more thoughts like that about Devildom and world headcanons I imagine.
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