Helltaker one shots

Warmth Beneath the Rain

Your POV

The night sky still glimmered with distant stars beyond the window, casting a quiet reminder that morning had long passed. You stirred, the world wrapped in stillness. Modeus lay beside you, her face serene, bathed in the soft moonlight as she nestled close against your chest. Her breath was slow and even, a gentle rhythm that soothed the silence. Without thinking, you brought her in closer, relishing the quiet warmth shared between your bodies. It would have been easy to slip back into slumber, to stay in that soft cocoon of comfort. But you resisted the pull of sleep, slowly and carefully sliding your hands from her waist so as not to disturb her.

The chill in the air crept in the moment you left the bed. You grabbed a sweater from the back of a chair and made your way to the kitchen. From the fridge, you retrieved the Smirnoff you'd bought for her days before. The bottle was cold in your hand, beading with condensation. You stepped outside.

The cold bit at your skin, but the crackling bonfire nearby offered a refuge of warmth. Just beyond the flames, you spotted Malina sitting on a bench, her attention fixed on her old Game Boy. The familiar glow of the screen lit up her focused expression, and you couldn't help but smirk. Perfect opportunity.

You crept closer, feeling the heat of the fire growing as you leaned in beside her ear.

"Boo," you whispered, squeezing her shoulder suddenly.

Malina shrieked. "HOLY FUCK!"

The Game Boy flew from her hands, and without hesitation, she turned and slugged you in the nose. Pain blossomed as blood began to trickle down.

"OW," you groaned, holding your nose.

"That's what you get for being an asshole," she muttered, looking away—but a guilty blush crept up her cheeks.

Still smiling despite the pain, you held the Smirnoff out to her like an olive branch. "Apology gift?"

She snatched the bottle from your hand, pretending as though nothing had happened, and plopped back down on the bench. You joined her, still nursing your nose, as the warmth of the fire wrapped around both of you.

Without a word, she leaned into your shoulder. You turned your head to find her calmly taking a swig before silently offering the bottle to you.

"Want a drink?" she asked, voice soft.

"Sure."

As you reached for it, your hand accidentally brushed hers. Her fingers recoiled at the touch, cheeks tinged red. She let go, letting you take your sip. The vodka burned on the way down—a familiar sting—and you knew one too many sips would come back to haunt you.

You returned the bottle, and soon after, the blush on your cheeks wasn't just from the alcohol. She leaned into you again, arms wrapping around your torso.

"You're cold, aren't you?" you murmured.

"Just a bit," she admitted, her voice muffled against your chest.

You didn't hesitate. With gentle hands, you lifted her by the waist and settled her on your lap, facing you. Her eyes darted away at first, a flush blooming across her face, but eventually she turned to face you properly. Slowly, carefully, your lips met hers. Warmth spread through you both as the kiss deepened. Your hands found her curvy hips, pulling her closer as her arms wrapped around your neck. Soft moans escaped her as she pressed against you, hips moving gently.

The moment broke when breathlessness forced you apart.

"Do you feel warm now?" you whispered, forehead resting against hers.

"I still feel a little bit cold," she teased, a soft smile playing on her lips as she shivered again.

You were about to close the space between you once more when a rumble of thunder rolled overhead, followed by the sudden hush of falling rain. The downpour hit fast and hard.

You shrugged off your hoodie and placed it over Malina's head, watching her pull the hood over her face like a child hiding from the world. You both laughed, sprinting toward the house.

But at the door, Lucifer stood waiting on the other side—grinning.

You tried the handle. Locked.

"Lucifer, open the door, please," you called through the glass, rain soaking through your clothes.

She cupped her ear dramatically, pretending she couldn't hear you, her smirk widening.

You sighed, then spoke louder, more firmly. "If you don't unlock this door, I'm not giving you any attention for an entire month."

The door clicked open almost immediately.

Soaked to the bone, you pushed past her. She offered a sheepish smile, but you only sighed, walking straight to the bathroom. A warm shower was exactly what you needed, and as the steam rose around you, you felt the cold leave your body.

When you returned, a surprise was waiting. Both Malina and Lucifer were already curled up under the blankets, eyes sleepy, space in the center left just for you. You didn't hesitate. With a tired exhale, you climbed into bed.

Their heads found your chest. They clung to you like warmth itself. You smiled, letting yourself fall into their gentle embrace. This—this kind of closeness—was something you weren't used to. Something you'd longed for without knowing.

But now, you didn't feel alone anymore.