((I feel like we have answered this before, but, sure, why not! ♥))
Xanxus:
When the power was gone, silence, the flickering somewhere beyond the darkness that held your head tightly into his chest where Xanxus lie in the hollow bedroom engulfed in only the flashes of lighting.
Your murmurs escaping in sobs, eyes squeezed shut as his arm wove around your back tenderly, voice silenced as though he were too proud to speak of this comfort, but he knew. He knew how you felt.
His tension fading as you leaned into his affections. That adorable sigh audible as Xanxus let your body press to his comfortably, stroking your hair as your breathed in every last drop of that masculine perfection protecting you, and hiding the immense roar of the storm under his heartbeat so bravely.
“Is it over?” you dared ask, his grasp tightening as he seemed so unwilling to let you move just yet.
“Just a while longer,” He rasped, his fingers curling deeper into your skin.
Superbi Squalo:
Thin walls, pouring rain, the howling winds sealing the door behind you where your only comfort existed in a coat drenched in water. His hair lain on your shoulder in silver rivulets clinging to your bare skin in the drench.
You practically stuck together, like adhesive, clinging to the heat that lasted between you in hot breaths. Your pulse racing to the fear of thunder. Your chest so tight it hurt to breathe in the waves of pounding water begging to get in.
But he held you at all costs; Superbi Sqaulo embraced you through the bullets of rain drops. His swallow heard as you pleaded he never let go.
“I won’t.” He admitted, his cold chin burying softly into your shoulder where you leaned in close. “I’m right here,”
His voice always rang true. His heart always lie in the right place when he told you nothing but the honest to god truth. He loved you- and he loved doing everything to protect you.
Lussuria:
“Oh, my,” Lussuria’s voice called out, the booming sounds outside deafening to the one who trembled massively in fear. Your skin crawling as the reception was gone, the lights a memory, the darkness an eternity that took it all from your grasp feeling nothing but air until feeling the sudden warmth. “That is nothing to fret over!”
“How can you say that-”
Their body wrapped yours somehow- the tug of their legs surround your own as Lussuria assured you with their hug that they were right there at your side.
“I won’t lose you to a mere storm, lovely.” They teased, smiling through the pain like it were nothing. That calming voice soothing it all as a face nuzzled next to yours sweetly with a purr. “It just gives us a reason to spend this time alone, doesn’t it?”
Leviathan:
Strong arms held a lot of damage. A lot of pain, fear, pride- everything you could muster between flashing lights. The tense grasp of your hands to his waist almost hard for him to bear as Levi stiffened his posture just to avoid the awkward crush of his embrace.
He was never used to this romance; you were strangely refreshing. His love finding relaxation in what he used to destroy- your face pushing deep into his coat as you wanted nothing more than to be swaddled in his scent.
To lie on his bare chest and feel the cold metal of every piercing that you could count versus the swelling storm outside.
“Help me,” You tried not to cry, but it just flowed out. His eyes welled up, widening as his grip snaked around you, and pulled you in tight. “Just help me,”
“O-Of course!”
Belphegor:
“Did you forget?” His voice whispered, parting with the soft loop of saliva he aggressively pushed away from between you. His sleeve fell away, shape still trapping you down from the glow of the lightning. “Or do you want to keep going?”
Dare he ask? His mouth solved everything- the kiss everlasting, powerful, a poison that numbed it all with the flecks of biting that left your lip cracked, splitting with the leak of blood red down your chin he lapped away viciously.
His hands moved along your lower back, disguising tremours as the shocks of his touch- pushing you closer to how his lips tilted in deeper. His tongue brushed your teeth, gnashing further- grinding your mouth roughly with another blast, another wave of heavy rain you couldn’t hear behind his breathy laugh flowing into the kiss he divided again to smile.
“I don’t think I heard your answer yet,” Belphegor taunted, the hand on his waist digging hard into his flesh when your lips started to pout.
Mammon:
Drained, they leaned back to the wall, hand within yours as your eyes finally started to close. The panic formed as white in your cheeks- the stain of colour at last finding its way home as Mammon watched silently.
Your fingers refused to let go however, your breaths still ragged with crying as they merely stared at the mess you became over a little thunder and wind. The way you seemed so weak was…precious.
The tender, little, hopelessness rising from your heart making Mammon sigh as they let you coax them into a restless sleep whether they wished for it or not. But your soft breaths were an invitation, your tears wiped away by black fingernails as they fell softly within your hold and drifted to rest.
“Goodnight,” Mammon breathed next to your ear. “You can relax now.”
“Thank you,” You murmured in return.
Fran:
There was no storm, Fran seemed to imply, the thunder replaced with the gentle flow of s stream suddenly by your feet plunged carefully into its depths. The rain turning to the current that breezed by in a burden of sun beams casting down on the back of your shoulders ready to turn as Fran knelt next to your bewildered form.
“W-what is this?” You asked sharply, head jolting to the clear skies above that moved by with ease. The cloudless streak leaving your eyes wide as his hand fluttered to your shoulder. “The storm-”
“Don’t think about it,” Fran spoke as assuringly as the sky. His solid gaze making your lips form a solemn stare. It was hard. Your fear haunting you even in the rolling meadow where Fran’s hand held yours. His body scooted closer, head resting on your shoulder where you jumped.
His eyes began to close. “I only want to make you happy here,” Fran added. “I won’t let you be scared this time.”
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