#whb fluff

Catching onto your silent murmurs, Raphael looked down at you as you examined the space he created for you. You looked pleased, but at the same time there was this look of incredulity on your face. You probably doubted him and wondered why he created this space. He was smart enough to put two and two together, reading your thoughts as if they were written on your face.

“Why did you build it?” Finally, you ask curiously after looking around the space.

There it was, the question he’d been waiting for this whole time. You asked him so innocently, looking straight into his red eye with that calm look on your face which he grew attached to.

“Because I want to see your face smiling more.” He states bluntly. He flopped onto the couch, Making himself comfortable, “Time is fabricated here.” He reminded you, “No time passes in the real world. Your mind can take a break from everything like this.”

Well, that was oddly sweet… This blunt angel sure knows how to make your heart stir during the most unexpected times.

“So, you made this space so that I can take a break mentally?” summarizing his intentions, you take a seat next to him on the couch and turn your body to face him.

“I want to see more of you.” Raphael says as he gives you a once-over, making your heart skip a beat as his eye roams over you.

Wow, He doesn't beat around the bush or hide anything. This silly, insolent, and violent angel really brought you here just because he was concerned about your mental wellbeing. Unconsciously, the corners of your lips turned upwards twisting into a small grateful smile.

Raphael liked seeing you smile. It was a happy imagery that plagued his mind, ever since that day he spent with you in his imaginary prison. You played a drinking game with him and showed him what “pleasure” is, and he found your smile was the biggest pleasure of all. He liked your smile more than anything.

“Hey, Smile. You were right, I wanted to see you smile” were the exact words he said to you on that day at the pool.

“So…since our time here is all about me getting a break from the real world-” Breaking the silence, you scooted over to Raphael. Closing the distance between you, you nuzzle into his side and rest your head on his chest.

“You–” Raphael begins to complain but shuts up, his heartbeat speeding up at the physical contact. He gulped, his lungs sucking in whatever breath got stuck in his throat. “I just want you to hug me, Raphy.” You admit, leaning comfortably against him. Reaching down for his hand, your fingers interlock with his, and you hold his big hand while he stares down at you. “Damn it…” he curses under his breath before resting his chin on top of your head. His arm wraps around you instinctively, and you even catch a glimpse of his wing fluttering in the corner of your eye.

Within a second, Raphael wrapped his wings around you, cocooning you within his soft feathers.

“...This is a break. You better be grateful”

His grumble is the last thing you hear before dozing off in his imaginary prison, your body still held by his arms and wrapped securely in his soft wings.

Raphael's heartbeat drums in his chest as you fall asleep in his hold, his chest stirring with a foreign sense of affection.

Maybe he does like you.

There would be those, that cry even more. Getting all emotional, feeling undeserving of your gentle treatment. You’ll have to comfort them, kiss those tears away and whisper sweetly into their ear.

Atsushi, akaza, Giyuu, dan heng, caelus, aether, Neuvillette, Sigma, andrealphus, Amon

Then those, that are embarrassed or are accepting your kind gesture with a smile. They appreciate it, but don’t show it that much. Just enjoying your touch in silence.

Thoma, Kazuha, Ayato, Jing yuan, Douma, nanami, Luocha, alhaitham, geto, Diluc, Tighnari, albedo, wrio, leviathan, rara

They might crack a joke to hide their own bashfulness, trying to brush it off while in truth they just don’t know how to respond to that. Having you caress them so tenderly was… something new.

Dazai, Gojo, Heizou, Nikolai, Lyney, Itto, Mahito, Kaeya, childe, venti, cyno, beelzbub

And those, that try to push your hand away. Because they aren’t used to it, think they don’t deserve it, or are simply too ashamed. It’s not that they didn’t like it, it’s that they liked it too much.

Scara, chuuya, Xiao, Blade, Akutagawa, fyodor, kunikida (?), Toji, Satan, Gabriel, Michael

The ability to sing is something that Belial could never have. He couldn't make a single sound even if he tried, and Jjyu would never be caught dead singing.

Whether in the shower or alone, you feel so at peace with yourself that you let out your 'true' voice. A voice that you only try to keep to yourself as you are way too shy to let anyone else hear. Stuck in your own little world, Your eyes closed, imagining the scenarios you play repeatedly to the tune you've long since memorized.

Little did you know you had one audience member? Just far enough away for you to never notice his back pressed against the wall, just himself, without his usual familiar mouthpiece. Clutching his beating heart, he tries to fight the blush on his face. Your voice was... Beautiful, I mean, he already knew that, remembering the way you moan and whimper underneath him. It was only natural. Your singing voice would be just as beautiful, if not enchanting. He thought he couldn't fall for you any harder now, falling head over heels like a high school boy. Finally making himself known to you, You stop, your eyes wide, your face as red as he is. He can't help. His gentle smile approaches his lips as you greet him, pretending nothing is happening.

As much as he adores Jjyu, he cherishes moments like these when he's alone and can be his true self and 'speak' as himself without anyone else putting words into his mouth.

He couldn't help but rest his forehead gently against yours. His fingers opened your palm using magic to draw red letters. 'Your voice is nice. :)'

Poor Belial forgeting that humans feel a greater level of embarrassment than devils. His smile fades into worry as he sees your eyes widen, and a look of horror flashes on your face. His magic wipes away as you stuff your face into your hands. Oh dear, He didn't mean to upset you. He leans down, His eyes trying to meet yours.

Belial swears on his life he'll never tell anybody, It feels good that you're singing voice would be a secret to only him.

Would it be too much to ask you to sing for him again? He knows that you don't like to sing in front of people. But he truly loves how you sound and tells you a million times every day if he could.