Helltaker one shots

Morning Embrace

The early light seeped softly through the curtains, signaling the quiet promise of a new day. You stirred gently, reluctant to leave the warmth of the bed, where Lucy still lay beside you, her body curled close like a whispered secret. The pull of morning called—you needed to wake her so you both could prepare breakfast for everyone before the others awoke.

But first, you couldn't resist drawing her into a tight, lingering embrace. She melted effortlessly against you, welcoming the brush of your hands and the quiet attention you lavished upon her. Her silver-white hair spilled over your skin, a delicate veil scented faintly with strawberries and something uniquely hers—a fragrance you could never tire of.

Slowly, you began to pull away, but Lucy's hands caught your waist, holding you closer as if she feared losing the warmth you shared. You yielded, your body molding back to hers, surrendering to the peaceful stillness of the morning. She threaded her fingers through your silky hair, each gentle stroke sending waves of comfort through your soul.

"I love holding you close," she murmured softly, voice husky with affection. "Even when you try to leave, I'll keep you near."

You smiled against her hair, brushing your lips over her temple. "You don't have to be clingy, Lucy. Though I don't mind. Besides, I'll never leave you all."

Her grip tightened, warm and possessive, and you welcomed it without hesitation. Your arms slid around her waist, drawing her fully beneath you, pressing her body against your chest. Your head rested on hers, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair again, savoring the delicate warmth of her skin against yours.

"You smell so good," you whispered, voice thick with longing.

Lucy flushed, a soft, bashful smile curving her lips. "Oh, Y/n, you always know how to make me flustered."

She lifted her gaze to meet yours, eyes shimmering with quiet joy. "I'm glad you brought us here with you."

You brushed your fingers along her cheek, heart swelling with tenderness. "Me too, Lucy. To be honest... I hated being alone. But the day I brought you all home with me—that's when I felt truly happy. Not alone anymore."

Her surprise softened into a smile, touched by the honesty you rarely shared. Knowing you trusted her with that vulnerability deepened her affection even more.

"Okay," you said, pulling back reluctantly. "How about we get up and make breakfast now?"

Lucy nodded, reluctantly releasing you, though the warmth of her hands lingered on your skin. Together, you rose from the bed and made your way to the kitchen, slipping into matching Satan aprons that felt almost like armor for the day ahead.

You flicked on some music from your phone—soft melodies to carry you from the shadow of dark thoughts and into the light of simple joys.

Lucy smiled, eyes glinting with mischief. "You know, it's fun when we make pancakes together in the morning. Especially when I catch you singing quietly while everyone's still asleep."

You chuckled, cheeks heating. "When do you catch me singing? I'm usually alone."

Her gaze softened, filled with warmth and promise. "You've got to remember—you're not alone anymore. And you don't have to hide that beautiful voice of yours. Who knows? Maybe I'll get you to sing just for me someday."

The blush that bloomed across your face was impossible to hide. You glanced away, focusing on flipping the pancakes, savoring the shared moments with her—the laughter, the closeness, the unspoken understanding.

Soon, the rest of the girls drifted into the kitchen, drawn by the smell of warm batter and syrup. They gathered their plates with quiet smiles, then slipped away, leaving you and Lucy to the soft hum of morning, together.