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Hotaru no Yomeiri - By Tachibana Oreco (9/10)

Life is short. Live. That's the vibe I get when I read about a contract killer, and a woman with a weak heart. The beginning of this isn't romantic, but there's such a sweet implication on the first page. It draws you in.

First, we see an old woman crying over her first love.

She's very aware of her position in life. Women aren't really supposed to love. They're supposed to marry. She fell for someone she shouldn't have, and she was unable to forget him for the rest of her days.

What happened?

Satoko is a beauty. She's sixteen and some say she's the most beautiful woman in the world. Her skin is like snow. The gardeners literally stop working to stare at her when she walks outside. She is also the eldest daughter of a noble house, and she has a loving father. Her life couldn't be more perfect.

Sadly, it only looks perfect. Satoko's half sister, Miwako, is a jealous idiot who hates her for being popular. Her stepmother fully supports the bullying, and her loving father is old. He cared for her when she was ill as a child, but now there's no one left to support her. Everyone supports the lady of the house, and Miwako.

Why?

Satoko has a heart condition. The local doctors don't think she'll make it to adulthood. Satoko wants to get married and experience the life she trained for, but she can't. The doctors told her that even walking is potentially deadly for her.

Satoko gets kidnapped. It is highly likely that her stepmother is behind it. The criminals don't want anything but her violent and brutal death. The gang also wants to rape her before that. A lone murderer guards her, in her execution cell. His name is Shinpei. He's only eighteen, but he's already a legendary assassin.

Satoko begs for her life, but it doesn't work. Shinpei only cares about money...and being loved. Shinpei has always wanted a loving relationship, just like her. He doesn't trust anything she says, because she is a rich and spoiled heiress. It's...brutal? He basically psychologically tortures her to figure out what she's willing to do to live. He's definitely not a prince.

She proposes to him. Her family has money. Most likely more money than whoever ordered the hit. Her father will pay dearly for her life, and her husband will be wealthy. That's why men still propose to her, despite her condition. Satoko makes this offer out of desperation, but Shinpei decides to test her for real. If she passes she'll be the only object of his love.

Violence explodes. Shinpei kills at least ten men. He accepts the proposal after Satoko proves she can love him. Satoko says she is not spoiled. She's been prepared for death for years. Marrying Shinpei doesn't scare her. She just wants to live as long as she can. That's...perfect for him. Women have tried to seduce him, because he is powerful, but he had to kill them all when they started to fear him. Basically, he needs a tough woman.

Satoko is his chance to have love. He immediately gets attached. He wants everything. Couple baths. Tender hair brushing. Devotion beyond death. He's lonely, just like Satoko. She also very much needs protection. Deep down she knows her stepmother ordered the hit. Having a killer husband is kind of ideal right now.

Shinpei is twisted. He keeps manipulating Satoko. He wants her to confirm their love over and over. She decides to show him she's ACTUALLY tough. She can't let him keep pushing her around. So, she asks for his heart. Literally, she says her heart is no good and she wants his inside her.

This changes everything. Shinpei realizes that Satoko is not a coward who will kiss his ass to survive. She's not willing to constantly reassure him. He has to participate in the relationship and actually get to know her. This gradual buildup is a good bedrock for love. The best thing about this one is how realistic it is. The kidnapping is brutal. The killing is brutal. The family drama is brutal. It really feels like Satoko is a young woman in need of power. She's not some idealistic girl that can fix everything with her smile.

She has to think.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #manga #Hotaru no Yomeiri

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clairifys · 4 months

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Bastogne - Ronald Speirs x Fem!Reader

Summary: Being in Bastogne was a tiring and hard time for Easy Company. Luckily for (Y/n), a certain hazel-eyed man makes things a little better for her.

TW: Swearing, killing, war, female reader, she/her pronouns, gets a little steamy? not bad at all, kissing, Perconte getting shot in the ass

i don’t own any BoB characters and these fanfics are towards the actors not the actual soldiers, in no way am i trying to be disrespectful.

Word count: 1.8k

If you’d asked anybody who had the misfortune of holding the line in Bastogne, you’d know how much of a terrible nightmare it truly was. No supplies, Christmas creepin’ up, ass biting cold, and the Krauts bombing the forest day and night.

Sitting in a foxhole watching the front of the line with Perconte, Webb, and Christenson was when I truly thought, ‘What the fuck am I doing here?’

I’ll be honest, sometimes I thought I should’ve stayed home with my siblings, and helped the war from home. Right now was one of those times. I was cold, wet, dirty, tired, and worst of all, on my period. It was horrible normally being on my period, but right now? In Bastogne? Absolute shit. I hated staying in the foxholes but Lieutenant Dike made me, Perconte, Webb and Christenson watch the line.

I was sitting against the wall of the foxhole, squished into Christenson as it was freezing, and I didn’t care who’s body warmth I’d have to steal to warm up. We were all talking about something stupid when all of a sudden, men started walking past our foxhole and talking to us.

“Good luck ladies.”

“Been nice knowin’ ya.”

“Wouldn’t drink too much if I were you.”

“Hey, be careful if he offers you a cigarette.”

Multiple men said as they walked by.

“What are they talking about? If who offers us a cigarette?” Christenson said while slightly smiling. “Speirs.” Webb replied.

“Who?” Christenson questioned, still not understanding.

“You’ve never met him?” I said, shivering.

“Lieutenant Speirs.” Webb replied.

“Supposedly Speirs shot one of his own men for being drunk.” Perconte told Christenson.

“You’re kidding. That’s unbelievable” Christenson said, incredulously.

“Yeah, and there's another one about him giving cigarettes to 20 German POWs before killing ‘em.” Webb said joining in on the conversation.

“He shot 20 POWs?” “Well, actually, I heard it was more like 30.” Christenson and Perconte went back and forth.

“Oh come on. Do you really believe that?” I asked Perconte, shaking my head.

“Christenson.”

We all whipped our heads around at that.

“Lieutenant Speirs.” Christenson said nervously.

“I got the name right, didn’t I, Christenson?” Speirs asked while looking at me. We made eye contact and I quickly looked down at my medic bag, pretending to look through it for something. I could feel my face heating up slightly, although it wasn’t my fault. Lieutenant Speirs was a very attractive man and his mysterious personality was hot.

“Yes, sir.” He replied.

“What are you guys doing out here?” Speirs asked us.

“We’re watching the line, sir.” I replied, pulling my jacket farther up my face, as I didn’t have a scarf. He looked at me with an expression I couldn’t discern then said,

“Well, keep up the good work, while you're at it, you might wanna reinforce your cover.”

“Oh actually sir, Lieutenant Dike said not even to bother, that we're only gonna be here one day.” Perconte spoke up.

“Lieutenant Dike said that, huh?” Speirs asked while me and Perconte nodded back.

“Then forget what I said.. Carry on.” He finished while getting up.

“Oh, anyone care for a smoke?” He asked, slightly smirking.

“You?” He questioned Christenson as Christenson was shaking his head.

“How about you little lady?” He asked me. When I saw he had Lucky’s I decided to test my luck.

“Sure, why not?” I replied calmly, although in the back of mind hoping he wouldn’t shoot me.

He looked content as I leaned onto the edge of the foxhole, holding myself up as he gave me a cigarette. High off accomplishment, I decided to push my luck.

“Mind givin’ me a light?” I asked in a sweet tone, hoping it might help persuade him. His already dark eyes got darker as they were fixated on me. He pulled out his lighter, smirking, and maintaining eye contact he lit the cigarette in my mouth. After it lit, he stood up and turned away, walking back to do whatever he normally did.

I turned around and all three men were staring at me, shocked.

“(Y/n)! What the hell! Didn’t you hear what we said? I thought you knew these stories, you've been with Easy since Toccoa!” Perconte said, starstruck.

“Oh calm down! He offered! You’re just jealous I got a cigarette and you didn’t.” I shrugged my shoulders and playfully stuck my tongue out at him.

He just grumbled and went back to brushing his teeth while the other men, still shocked, went back to doing whatever they were doing.

The next few days weren’t anything special. We had East and West of Foy cleared out, so we were getting ready to attack and capture Foy. The day came and I, along with several other Easy Company men, were going to be led by Dike. I had no confidence in his ability and I was nervous for us all. I was a field medic, so I’d have to be on my A game in making sure these men got their wounds treated. Captain Winters was giving Lieutenant Dike a run down and I was standing next to Speirs, shivering.

“You seem to be cold a lot Private, colder than most.” He said, looking down at me.

“Well we are in Bastogne, sir.” I replied sarcastically while smirking.

“Oh I’m well aware (L/n).” He said back, smiling albeit barely. At that, he ended up taking off his own scarf and wrapping it around my neck. Feeling my face heating up, I blushed moving to take the scarf off

“Sir! Don’t give this to me, you need it!” I replied, getting ready to hand it back to him.

“Keep it. I’m not as cold as you.” He said walking away.

I ended up unzipping my coat and tucking it in, but boy was he hard to understand at times.

“(L/n), you got a boyfriend we don’t know about?” Luz shouted at me, causing the others to laugh, “Such a shame, you’re quite the beautiful dame.” He said while winking at me. Slightly blushing at the connotation of Speirs being my boyfriend, and at the compliment I just ended up shaking my head and laughing. What I didn’t know was that a certain dark haired man was listening in and blushing as well.

I knew Dike wasn’t a good leader. I had been running around, dodging bullets and mortars trying to patch up men and get them to cover while Lieutenant Dike was sitting on his ass, cowering behind a hay bale. I went over to Dike and started yelling at him about moving so more men wouldn’t keep getting hit.

Suddenly, when we thought all hope was lost, Speirs came running out like a knight in fucking armor and relieved Dike of his position. I gave him a look of relief and he in return gave me a smile. I went back out to go patch up Perco’s ass right after.

After we took Foy, thanks to Speirs, we were stationed in a church for the next few nights. There was a choir singing, as men were either talking or trying to get some shut eye. I was in a different room of the church that had a mirror, alone, busy brushing, detangling, then braiding up my hair when Speirs came over to sit by me.

“Thanks for saving our asses back there, guess we should start calling you Captain now huh?” I jokingly said to him.

“No problem (L/n). The other men can call me Captain, you can call me Ron though.” He said smiling next to me. My face started heating up at his words.

“Then you have to start calling me (Y/n).” I said shyly, smiling at him.

“(Y/n)..” He tested out, “Will you do me the pleasure of letting me kiss you?” He asked, a little nervous. Without replying, I pounced on him, kissing him with as much fervor and longing as I could. He kissed back immediately with the same passion. Breaking apart for air, we stared at each other. He went in for another kiss, and I met him halfway. This time, he bit down on my lip, causing me to groan into his mouth and he slipped his tongue into mine. His hands started to roam, slowly crawling up my waist almost cupping my-

Ahem

A voice awkwardly coughed causing us to spring apart. Sergeant Lipton was standing at the entrance awkwardly holding papers.

“I uh, need you to sign these for me.. Sorry to, uh, interrupt.” He said stiffly.

“Hand them here.” Ron said while digging for a pen. While Ron was busy signing the papers, I took the chance to talk to Lipton.

“This is gonna stay between us right..” I said uncomfortably, face turning red each passing moment. Lipton looked at me, slightly chuckled then responded,

“Of course, just, make sure next time I don’t have to almost walk in.” I gave him an awkward smile and Ron handed him the papers back smirking.

When Lipton left, Ron dug his hand into his right pocket, pulling out a little black box. He handed it to me, and waited for me to open it. When I did, I wasn’t upset. Sitting in the center of the box was a beautiful, small, rhombus shaped diamond attached to a silver, thin chain. It was the most beautiful, and probably expensive, gift I had ever gotten.

“Oh Ron.. this is beautiful!” I said, looking between him and the necklace fondly.

“Will you put it on for me?” I asked, smiling up at him.

“Of course, I’m glad you like it. I found it in Holland and I thought you’d look even more beautiful with it.” He replied while clasping the chain together on me. I blushed, and when he finished, I wrapped my hand around his neck. His arms immediately went around my waist as I slowly swayed us to the muffled choir in the beautiful church.

AN: I am SO sorry it took so long! I've been super busy with Christmas and finals, and I was drained. I'll be trying to post more regularly, I promise.

#bob #band of brothers #ronald speirs #dick winters #ron speirs #ronald speirs x reader #band of brothers x reader #speirs

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starfirewildheart · 2 months

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Chapter 18

Summary: Sy and his lady both retire from the army but not before tragedy befalls Sy. He slowly tries to adjust to life again on their ranch.

Pairing: Sy / OFC

Word count: 2,353

Rating: mentions of war; being a POW, death and animal abuse. Nothing graphic I promise but if the fic continues (if y'all like it) I'll add warnings for each chapter.

Chapter 18

Deb yawned and stretched, smiling as the soft blanket slid down over her naked body. She took stock in herself noticing the knee brace had been reattached and her body ached in all the right places but she was alone. “Sy?” She called out.

August heard Debbie's soft voice call out and rushed to check on her. “Hey.” He bit back the smirk that was itching to spread across his face as she blushed and covered her pert breasts with the blanket. “Sy and Geralt went on a couple errands. Do you need anything?”

She bit her lip. “Did he say how long he'd be gone?”

“I figure about an hour, hour and a half.” He noticed her squirming. “I can help you if you need something. “

“I..I need to use the bathroom please.” Her face flamed all the way to the tips of her ears.

“Ah, no problem.” He walked to her side of the bed and started to reach for her and she squeaked.

“No, wait! I need some clothes. In the dresser, on the left side are some sleep pants and on the right are some of Sy's t-shirts.”

August gathered the requested clothes and took them to her. He smirked when she looked at the sleep shorts he handed her. They were very short. “Easier to get over your cast darlin. Want me to help?”

“No! Just wait outside the door please?”

Just before he pulled the door closed he looked back over his shoulder. “No standing on that leg, young lady or you're in trouble.” He chuckled when her jaw dropped.

After cleaning up in the bathroom, August carried her to the kitchen and sat her on the island countertop and handed her a glass of juice and some pills.

“What are these?”

“Anti-inflammatory, muscle relaxer, and antibiotic.” He pointed to each one as he listed them. She tossed them back with a sip of the juice. “Good girl,”

Deb blushed and grinned shyly at the praise. August picked her up again and instead of carrying her with her legs, well good leg around his waist and his arms under her bottom like Sy, he carried her on his hip like a toddler.

He settled them on the sofa with her bad leg across his lap and flipped the t.v on finding a show for them to watch.

“So is there a girl somewhere waiting on you?” She arched her brow at him.

“Personal much?”

“Very, but you dressed me in booty shorts so it's fair,” She smirked.

He sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes. “I'm sure there is one, somewhere but I'm never in one place long enough to form attachments.“ She was shocked at his honest answer instead of his usual smart-assed avoidance when the conversation turned to him. It was a common theme with all the guys in the unit. They all traveled so much that they didn't have anywhere to call home after leaving the military. “Don't give me that look, princess,” he shook his head at her.

“There's no look,” She held up her hands in a universal surrender pose.

“Attachments are weaknesses and weaknesses get people killed.”

“Do you really believe that?”

“Yes,” his voice was adamant.

“And you think people who have them are weak,” She added.

“Yes.”

She nodded and chewed at her bottom lip. “That's why you didn't like me. You see me as a weakness for Sy. You think I make him vulnerable.” They were all statements, not questions. When he didn't respond she knew she was right. “All of you look up to and respect Geralt like he's the father or big brother you never had. He doesn't see love as a weakness.”

“It's different with Sy. Geralt really does act like a father to him and he wants Sy to be happy.”

“He wants you all to be happy,” She countered. “Why do I make Sy weak?”

He moved her leg and stood. “We aren't having this conversation.”

“I'm being serious. I need to know,” She pressed. “I love him and I don't want him to make a mistake.”

August turned to her, eyebrow arched. “Even if you're the mistake?”

“Yes,” She answered without hesitation. “I want to protect him as much as you do.”

“So you can do something stupid like run away? I get the blame and suddenly you're back together? I'm smarter than that girl.”

“I wouldn't run. Sy made me promise him after our very first disagreement that I wouldn't run until we talked out our problem.”

“Not a person to stick around when things get tough?” He leaned his shoulder against the bookshelf with his arms crossed over his chest looking down at her.

She squirmed under his judgmental glare but decided it was only fair to get asked tough questions if you were going to ask them of someone else. “No, I mean, not the way you think anyway. I've never thought I'm good enough for Austin. Always felt like he deserved so much better than me. He disagreed then and still does. When we first got serious I promised myself that I would tell him everything, every dark, dirty little secret and he would see for himself and leave me but h… he didn't. He told me that I blamed myself for…” She stopped. “The story isn't important but he made me promise to never try to push him away again and not to run because he would chase me to the end of the world if he had to and I believe he would.”

“Sy's on a ranch now. He's out of the game so it's different.” He tried to brush it off. They both looked at the front door when they heard Aika barking.

The door opened and the furry missile darted through the room and leapt onto the couch covering Deb in kisses. Soon enough there were squeals and giggles of laughter. “Mercy! Mercy,” Deb gasped between licks from the wet tongue of Aika.

“Akia, heel,” Sy gruffed in a commanding tone. Akia instantly went to him standing against his leg. “Good girl, yea such a good girl,” he praised giving her love and scratches. He moves over to the sofa and sits down next Deb giving her a kiss of her own. “You feeling ok?”

She nodded, “August helped me in here cause I was tired of being alone in there.”

“You were resting so well I didn't want to wake you but it's payday for the hands,” he explained.

“Did you bring me the books?” She asked, preparing to work on the payroll.

“Amy stopped by earlier and brought all the paychecks. She's been keeping the books since you were in the hospital,” Sy explained. “She jumped in so we could keep the horses fed and cared for and I could focus on you.”

“Oh, that was really nice of her. I'm sorry she had to do that but I'm all better now. I can go back to work.” All three men turned and looked at her like she'd grown a second head. “What? I am. Well I can,” She pouted and crossed her arms.

Sy kissed the top of her head and snuggled her close. “Uh-huh, that's adorable. You're getting better but no, you aren't well yet and if you even think about trying to work you won't be able to sit or stand,” he grinned, squeezing her ass for emphasis. His blood rushed south when she looked up at him with big eyes through her lashes. He cleared his throat trying to distract himself from how bad he wanted to take her right there. “Bet Auggie picked out these little shorts, huh?”

Geralt's bark of laughter echoed from the kitchen and August’s ears turned red as he sat several cans of soda on the coffee table. “I , she told me to get them!”

“Sleep pants!” She corrected. “And Sy's shirt.”

Geralt came back from the kitchen with paper plates, pizza and breadsticks putting them all on the coffee table. “It's OK little one we all know August is an ass man. He's been trying to get a look at you in tight pants since he got here,” he winked at her before grabbing some pizza and sitting down in a chair on the right side of the sofa.

They all laughed and Deb secretly winked at Sy. “I need,” She leaned over Sy's lap stretching to reach the end table lifting her bum up a little bit. She collapsed in a fit of giggles when Sy lifted the t-shirt up showing off her butt.

August growled as he flopped down in a chair at the opposite end of the couch with his food. “Fuckin teases, all of ya “ he huffed but couldn't hide his smirk.

They all ate their pizza while they joked and laughed, even watched a couple of movies before August left to go to Walt’s. Napoleon had a job to do for a few days so August was going to take his shifts with Mike until he returned. They cleaned up their messes and all turned in for the night.

~~~~~~♡~~~~~~

Will went through the house checking the doors and making sure everything is secure one final time for the night before he is off shift since August was there to take over. As he was walking toward the guest room he noticed Mike's light on and Door ajar. “Everything alright?”

Mike shrugged then grimmaced; fuckin shoulder. “Yea.”

Will stepped into the room and sat on the end of the bed facing Mike. “You know it's OK to say no, right?”

“So people keep saying,” he had to fight not to roll his eyes. He knew they all meant well but they didn't know what he was going through. They didn't understand. “I just need all this to be over so I can figure out what's gonna happen to me.”

Will's brow furrowed. “You're gonna be ok Mike. You've got people who are willing to fight for you, to take care of you.”

“I..,” he shook his head, “I can take care of myself. I just have to get out of here to do it. Do you think they really need me to testify? I mean they have Debbie and as far as my old man goes, his dealing with the gang should be enough to convict him, right?”

“If you don't want to testify, you don't have to. I know that no one has talked to either one of you about any of that yet. I think the hope is that there is enough evidence that it will speak for itself,” Will explained.

“Do you think they would let me visit my dad?” Mike focused on picking some invisible lint off his jeans.

“Walt can..”

“He said he didn't think it was a good idea,” he cut in.

“Did he say why?”

He shrugged again and growled out “fuck” grabbing his shoulder. “He doesn't think it's good for me. I guess he thinks I can't handle it.”

Will thought about his response for a moment. “I've only known Walt since the rescue so I won't say he's out of line. I'm sure he means well but I think you need to talk to Sy and Debbie.”

“No, I don't want to bother them. They have enough to deal with.”

“Kid, you know they just got home today right?”

Mike nodded. “I'm glad she's finally healed enough to go home.”

“They called as soon as they found out she was being released. You know that right?” Mike shook his head. “They told us to get you packed up so we can bring you home to them tomorrow.”

“I..I don't think that's a good idea. I should stay here.”

“Why wouldn't..”

“I'm pretty tired. Think I'm gonna try to sleep now,” he cut him off.

Will sighed and nodded. “Good night.” He headed out to talk to August.

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Sy jumped when Geralt stepped up beside him. “Slipping wolf?” the white haired man chuckled.

“Apparently so,” he finished fixing the coffee pot for the next morning.

“Security company will be here tomorrow at ten to start the security camera install. They've been checked out and approved of course.”

“I can't thank you enough, all of you…”

“Stop. You don't thank family, Syverson.” Sy smiled and nodded, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the counter. Geralt mirrored him, leaning against the island. “You ok pup? Do not lie to me,” he warned.

“It's better since we've been home. It helps when everything is familiar and having Aika.” She hadn't left Sy's side at all. “I'm sorry you've had to deal with my bullshit. I just didn't want to dump it on Deb with everything else.”

“PTSD isn't bullshit,” he scolded. “Besides, they haven't been full episodes, just the oncoming panic. You..”

They both jolted and ran to the master bedroom aa Debbie's screams echo through the house, Akia even running and growling. All three burst into the bedroom. Sy turned the light on and went straight to Debbie while Geralt and Aika searched for foul play. “Hey, hey, shhhhhhh,” Sy soothed as he woke her from what was obviously a nightmare. She flailed her arms, fighting an invisible attacker until her panicked eyes slowly opened and locked onto Sy. “Hey, there's my girl,” he kissed her head and hugged her and could feel her body trembling as she clung to him. He repositioned them so they were laying on their sides facing each other, Deb curled against him. “I've got you baby.”

“T..they were t..t..touching me again.” Her voice was nearly a whisper. “try hurt you again,” he promised. “I know that doesn't change what they've already done but it's over now.”

Gearlt and Aika came back from doing a perimeter check. He walked up to the bed. “Everything's secure. Need anything?” He asked Sy.

“Try something?” He asked and Geralt inclined his head. “Lay down behind her?”

“I don't know if..” Geralt started but Debbie turned over and grabbed his hand before he could retreat. Those sweet blue eyes locked with his and it was like she could see into his soul and he couldn’t deny her anything. Kicking off his boots he climbed in behind her.

She snuggled between the two huge bodies and slowly started to calm down when they were all pounced and she was covered in wet doggie kisses. “Aika!” She chuckled as she scratched her ears. Once Aika was sure her human was OK she laid dowcryn on all their legs. Deb's shaking eased up and she turned so that she could see them both as her eyes got heavy . “Safe,” She said, yawning as her eyes slid closed.

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brassknucklespeirs · 2 years

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Hᴇ Dᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ Dᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ Hᴀᴛᴇ Mᴇ [Rᴏɴᴀʟᴅ Sᴘᴇɪʀs x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

Pairing: Ronald Speirs x Female Reader

Genre: Funny fluff

Warnings: uhhh i guess warfare talks and mentions of firearms

A/N Just a random Speirs mini-shot that i had a fun thought of while watching The Breaking Point...

“Good luck ladies.”

Easy company was moving back to its old position in the forest that sat looking over Foy. Four were left tethered to the end of the line made up of Dog company men. Perconte sat behind Christensen as they both chuckled at the comments of the leaving Easy men that had been about a particular D-Company officer. The new kid had watched the other men wander away but looked more confused as every passing remark was made. He glanced at the two men and the woman beside him before deciding he too would try to look entertained.

“Been nice knowing yah.”

“Wouldn’t drink too much if i were you.”

“Hey. Be careful if he offers you a cigarette.”

“What are they talking bout? If who offers us a cigarette?” The new kid had finally decided to speak up as pure confusion finally set in and the opportunity to ask had arisen.

“Speirs.”

“Who?”

Toye and Guarnere shared a look before smirking in Y/N’s direction as she sat pretending to clean her rifle, an amused smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she glanced up at the two of them passing. They knew, of course, as did a few of the other men she had grown close with; Toye, Guarnere, Lipton, Buck, hell even Nixon. The legendary officer with the reputation for violence and the sergeant with the honey coated smile to kill, what a match made in heaven.

“Lieutant Speirs.”

Lipton had patted Y/N gently on the shoulder as he passed muttering a quiet ‘be careful’ to his friend. She’d replied with ‘careful’s my middle name’ as she dropped her eye in a sly wink to which he rolled his eyes at before moving into the distant snow covered forest. Y/N had watched the remainder of her company disappear, leaving only the four of them to sit in the somewhat shallow foxhole.

“The stories about Speirs are probably all bullshit anyway.” Christensen had said, earning a snort from the woman beside him. He glanced at her with a smirk though he had misinterpreted her reaction to his comment. The new kid had begun to ask about Speirs’ menacing reputation as he seemed to grow more and more intrigued by what he had heard.

“Well supposedly Speirs shot one of his own men for being drunk.” Perconte had answered with his trusty toothbrush held between his teeth, his arms wrapping around himself to find some warmth.

“You’re kidding. That’s unbelievable.” The kid had replied in awe.

After cleaning her rifle, the woman had kept a watchful eye on the line as the men, or two men and one boy, talked beside her. She’d seen his shadow moving in the distance as he approached, holding off from holding her firearm up as the familiar walk of the man confirmed who it was.

“Yeah. And there’s another one about him giving cigarettes to 20 POWs before killing ‘em.”

“If you wanted to know more bout the shit he’s been up to ask Y/N here. Apparently he dislikes her almost as much as our first CO did, ain’t that right Y/N/N?” She let out a huff to cover her amusement as she remembered the day that rumour was started, though she guessed it didn’t cause any problems and in fact, got quite a laugh out of Ron when she told him. She could see the look on Liebgott and Malarkey’s face when they’d come over to her concerned when Speirs had finally wandered off. The man had been angrily yelling, yes, but it wasn’t directed at her. After one too many screw ups from her newest CO, Lieutenant Dike, Ron was sent into a fit about how he was supposed to be ensuring her safety, and yet that was far from it. Obviously the boys had believed he had been yelling at her, as she had appeared upset. She had, indeed, been upset after Ron had whispered several comments like ‘the thought of losing you is almost physically painful’ and ‘if that bastard would spend less time going on walks and more time ensuring his company is looked after i wouldn’t have to be sitting here so fucking worried Y/N’. So you could say there had been more evidence to believe this rumour compared to the others but even this one wasn’t completely right. “And also I heard it was more like 30.” Perconte had continued.

By now, Y/N was staring straight into her lover’s eyes as he stood so close, the look of pure amusement swimming deep in them as he listened. The woman’s lips tilted in a smirk as she waited for the other men to get the fright of their lives.

“Christensen.” He spoke suddenly, causing everyone save Y/N to jump out of their skin. They looked at him trying to not show how intimidated they were by the man that crouched before them. Ron’s eyes had wandered to Y/N quickly, giving her a once over to ensure she was okay, and when receiving a nod of confirmation, had turned back to look at the man he had addressed as he replied. “I got the name right didn’t I? Christensen?”

Ron continued to ask the men some questions, with Y/N sitting there quietly watching the line while trying not to laugh at the way the men had all tensed up. Her attention had turned back to her lover fully when he had questioned Dike’s insistence on not reinforcing their shallow foxhole, the bitterness clear on his tongue as he all but hissed the question out. His eyes had moved to her on her place at the edge of the foxhole, her body leaning slightly over the side with her hip pushed against Christensen’s side to make her as comfortable as possible in the small space. The men had watched the fiery look that the officer had sent her, once again, assuming nothing but the worst. But she had known the meaning behind it and was only able to send him a reassuring calm look to try and cure his anger.

His jaw had tightened as he pushed himself to stand, beginning to all but stomp away from four of them. Perconte had let out a quiet breath, glancing at Y/N quickly before whispering about how much the man must hate her. Ron’s ears had perked up at the comment before he spun around quickly, one of his hands moving to grasp at his lucky strikes.

“Oh, anyone care for a smoke?” He’d asked, and he watched as the smirk rose quickly to Y/N’s lips. She’d glanced at the three of them and took in their expressions, taking a mental picture of the amusing moment. They had all but furiously shaken their heads ‘no’ aside from Y/N who tilted her head as a thought popped into her head.

“Yeah i’ll take one, Sir.” The woman said feigning a completely innocent, naive look, causing all three of the men to snap their heads to her. Ron pursed his lips to stop himself from breaking his expression with a smirk before nodding his head and holding one out to her. She leant forward so the man was able to place it directly into her mouth before staring straight up at him through her eyelashes. The man’s eyes flashed dangerously as he pulled his lighter from his pocket and lit it.

After taking the first inhale, the woman took it from her mouth and flashed the most charming smile she could muster before blowing the smoke directly into the man’s face. Ron looked almost taken back but no sense of anger crossed behind his gaze, but he trusted the woman was only having her fun as she always did. Perconte had proceeded to drop his toothbrush from his widened mouth in shock as he waited for the coming demise of the woman he’d come to adore as his friend. Christensen looked on in similar fashion as he glanced between the two figures, one who still held a witty smile and the other who looked like he wanted wreck the young woman; guess that wasn’t entirely wrong.

“Thank you Lieutenant.” She had said while taking another drag of the cigarette. The man had only nodded, his eyes squinting curiously at his lover as he rose from his crouched position and took a single step back. The three other men had looked at her like she’d grown three heads and sprouted wings as she took a glance at them, her lips only twitching into an even bigger smile. She had made a decision in that split second as she revelled in the situation she was in, turning back to Ron who still stared at her, now with a much softer look.

“While we’re at it, maybe I could get a kiss too, baby?” She’d boldly exclaimed and she was sure she’d heard Perconte almost collapse in shock, a quiet but clearly strangle gasp leaving his lips. Ron had caught on by this point to her fun little game of amusement and just let play away as he crouched once more. She had leant over the edge of the foxhole again as she had when he had passed her a cigarette while he had moved his hand to grasp the back of her neck, his fingers intertwined with the braid that had sat there. She had smiled at him, rocking onto her hands to push herself higher to him before placing her lips firmly to his as he did the same in return. She felt as the tension swept off his shoulders while she kissed him so strongly. It had been so long since they’d even been able to hold each other and now they were lost in the idea of one another’s lips.

Ron pulled away first as he remembered his place, but not before he leant his forehead on hers and sending her the smallest of smiles.

“You look after yourself, you got that? Or so help me-”

“Baby, I’ve got this.” She’d replied gently while he pulled away fully, and moved to stand. He briefly glanced at the men and held back a smirk as one of them looked ready to pass out and the other two were borderline shell-shocked. He nodded once more before wandering off into the mist and disappearing completely. Y/N watched him until her was gone with a dreamy look in her eyes until she shook herself from her own loved up mind and turned back to the men beside her. None of them were even able to form words, with the closest communication being Christensen as he just pointed towards where Ron had left with his mouth opening and closing like a fish. In all honesty, she was surprised Perconte was still breathing as he just stared with the widest eyes at the woman before him. She just smirked at them before wiping the back of her gloved hand across her lips dramatically.

“I think now would be a good time to let you know, he definitely doesn’t hate me.”

#band of brothers x reader #ronald speirs #ron speirs #ron speirs x reader #ronald speirs x reader #band of brothers fanfic #perconte #frank perconte #christensen #ronald speirs fluff #ron speirs fluff #band of brothers fluff #speirs x reader

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swayoftheworld · 1 year

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Jeremy: *in the middle of interview*

Linus comes in:: Oh my god! Jeremy Swayman!

Linus: Man, you’re looking good!

Linus: Man, oh man.

Linus *to the interviewer*: You ever seen a guy this handsome walking on the streets? He’s gonna get arrested because he’s killing all the ladies. Linus *points at Jeremy*: Look at that. Pow! Pow pow pow!

#Obviously I can’t stop think about that interview with Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie #it suits them so good #I can imagine this could happen #jeremy swayman #linus ullmark #boston bruins #swaymark #nhl #bruins goalies #goalie hugs #goalie love

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marvelilovebucky · 1 year

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Oh my God. Sebastian Stan. Man, you’re looking good. You ever see a guy this handsome walking the streets, he’s gonna get arrested because he’s killing all the ladies. Look at that, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow.

#marvel #sebastian stan #bucky barnes #the winter soldier

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gendrie · 8 months

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bran vi

bran feeling "dizzy with relief" at the sight of theon :/

bran is being so brave

rip mikken he who forged needle

of all the bad choices theon arming ramsay is like. way up there.

osha is already ahead of the game she is truly one of the most competent characters in asoiaf

i mean i can appreciate the absolute tragedy of theon's existence

arya ix

arya and hot pie are giving midnight shift working at the mcdonalds drive thru window and arya wants to spit on ser amory's baked apple pie

arya literally "cocked her head" to hear the warhorn and the portcullis chains. she's a wolf pup

lets talk about arya and food sometime bc theres a lot going on there

aryas done the math and she realizes the castle can be taken which is exactly whats happening behind the scenes. when it happens later she dosnt fully understand but her instincts are good

gendry gets his little speech about it not mattering who you smith for right after mikken just died out of loyalty to the starks

and he goes from being unwillingly to fight back to joining an outlaw band in the next book. i know being called a coward by arya stung

theres always good weirwood imagery in arya's storyline

"my lady of stark" nice

the way arya is just a little girl on the verge of tears and jaqen's an assassin without any pity. until the roles are reversed when arya coldly names him and jaqen is the one afraid and desperate

"the gods will feast on blood tonight" the way he pleads with arya is so funny too

arya naming jaqen is a great guile heroine moment but grrm refused to give her a truly meaningful kill here bc the coup was already underway with or without her as hoat was working with roose

"and promises to keep" elaborate on that

is it usual for high lords to choose random girl POWs as cupbearers?

"The bear is all in black, Arya thought. Like Yoren. She filled Roose Bolton's cup, and did not spill a drop." one of the best chapter closers

daenerys iv

this is PEAK fantasy genre

as far as foreshadowing goes dany's vision of trw is glaring!

the wooden beams with carved animal faces feels like the sealord's menagerie which is one of the few aspects to braavos already built into the story.

i do think elia was in rhaegar's confidence

*slaps the house of the undying* you can fit so much prophecy in this bad boy

drogon saved dany and they escaped death. much to think about.

#asoiaf reread #i always figured dany would get a heroic sacrifice tbh #but idk! i feel really weird about her being the only one to die out of the mains #like if anybody should take the ultimate l defending westeros its jon

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buckysdollforlife · 1 year

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I’m speechless 🫠😍🥵

#sebastain stan #man you’re looking good #ever see a guy this handsome walking down the street #he’s gonna get arrested #because he’s killing all the ladies #pow pow pow pow pow #I stan Sebastian Stan #glen powell #that blue suit though #both blue suits #i’m obsessed

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mihorapendeja · 2 years

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THE SELFIE THAT SHOOK THE WORLD ( version of events from a silly girl who just re-read haikyuu & is still waiting for season 5)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

DAICHI: *rushes into the kitchen* 😳 Suga, look at this —

SUGA: *takes apron off & looks at the phone screen with bewilderment* 🤭 I’m- I’m kind of jealous of Shoyo —

DAICHI: 👁👄👁 excuse me?

SUGA: 👁👄👁 … I’ll go call Kageyama … 🏃🏻‍♂️💨

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

KAGEYAMA: 😡🤯🤔😡😤 *stares at phone enraged , feels so confused and jealous he tattle tales to ushijima*

USHIJIMA: *blinks a few times* I would have thought Oikawa had better taste? What does he see in Shoyo?”

ROMERO: *enters the room* it’s probably his hair 🤠🍁

HOSHIUMI & USHIJIMA: 🧍🏻‍♂️🧍🏻‍♂️HAIR?!?

ROMERO: yeah, kid’s got nice hair 🤌🏼🤗

KAGEYAMA: *zooms into photo* it’s his hair, his smile, his neck, his thighs 🥵😫❤️‍🔥

USHIJIMA: where’s brazil and how far is it from here? 😡

KAGEYAMA: *answer’s call* where is brazil?

*moments later after suga-san has elaborated on where brazil is only to be interrupted *

SUGA: NO KAGEYAMA THE EARTH IS NOT FLAT 😩

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

*Ryu was picking NOYA up from the airport when the selfie was posted*

TANAKA: Oh My God! Shoyo Hinata! Man, you're looking good! You ever see a guy this handsome walking the streets? He’s gonna get arrested because he's killing all the ladies ... and men. Look at that. Pow, pow, pow, pow. 😎

NOYA: Shoyo’s such a slut, I love him for that. 😛💕

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Meanwhile at Onigiri Miya in which Atsumu, Suna, Bokuto, and Akaashi have all bumped into each other.

BOKUTO: *double taps the selfie thinking shoyo looks so happy* Akaashi, look 🥰🤳

AKAASHI: *raises a brow* I didn’t know they were really good friends. 👀

BOKUTO: Shoyo is good friends with everyone. 🤗

ATSUMU: *foaming at the mouth* is he now? 😒

SUNA: *glancing at Atsumu’s phone screen* why are you trying to report the photo? 😒

ATSUMU: it’s really pissing me off! 😩😡

OSAMU: *slides an extra onigiri 🍙 to Atsumu* I bet Oikawa’s a bottom. 😌

ATSUMU: *cries* Does that mean Shoyo topped him?

😩 😭🧎‍♂️

OSAMU: *laughs* Shoyo, a top? 😂

BOKUTO: Obviously they topped and bottomed. 🤠

ATSUMU: what? 🤠

BOKUTO: they’re ✨versatile✨ 😊 *turns to Akaashi to ask if he used that word correctly.

AKAASHI: *proudly nods* Yes Bokuto, you used it right. 😌

SUNA: Top, bottom, I just knew they were hella gay. 🙄

ATSUMU: Shut up Rin, so are you 🙄

SUNA: No I’m not. 😏

*Akaashi.exe stops working, coughing up a storm as Bokuto held his look of disbelief. He hands Akaashi his glass of water, the two staring at each other. Atsumu glances over at a bothered looking Osamu who starts chopping some green onions, very intensely.*

OSAMU: why wouldn’t you be???! 🔪😡😰💔😡🔪

ATSUMU: *matches wide eye glances with Bo & Akaashi as he calls his mom-* 😰

*In the midst of all of this, the Aoba Josai group chat was blowing up. *

Everyone: Iwa? Iwa? A-Are you okay? 😰

Iwaizumi: *sends location* 📍

Everyone: *gasps* 👁👄👁

…. *Iwaizumi Hajime (27) athletic trainer has departed Japan and is on his way to Brazil.* ✈️

it would mean a lot if you could repost so that this is boosted 🥹💕

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Camille didn't like the fact that she had to work with a Zaunite, like asking the sun to work with a night light to illuminate a room, but sometimes matters of greater importance forced her hands. And out of all the little mutts in the cesspool, Vi was at the very least one she could occasionally find some enjoyment in needling. Nevertheless, when a drunken slob got close to her and threw some remarkably colourful insults at her, she had to admit her body moved on instinct to decapitate a man. Just another dead zaunite to the pile, and in her eyes, being annoyed was justification enough. Only when her 'partner' (the idea still made her gag) stopped her leg barely an inch from the man's throat, did she realize she'd done it at all, instantly losing interest in the now fleeing drunk, to look at Violet with a look of both disinterest and disgust. "Your people really do need better hobbies..." She pulled the leg out, not caring if she knicked Vi's arm when she did so, and with a gentle stomp, she activated her shield to clean off the grime of it after it had been touched. "Bothering a lady at the late hours of the night is a rather ghoulish one, wouldn't you agree?"

Under normal circumstances, Vi would have never found herself in this position. However, after Camille had appeared on her doorstep and threatened her with another involuntary trip to Stillwater, Vi had been forced to accompany her as a way to get a better read on the cesspool and to navigate the complex web of territories, which made Zaun Zaun. Furthermore, apparently, something so unusual had happened that Vi felt compelled to take action. Not because she liked working for Camille - Janna forbid! -, but because her mind had immediately raced to Powder and worry for her sister clutched her heart.

It didn't matter that Jinx, her sister, was scarier than any monster under the bed. For Vi, she would always be her Purrbox, her little Pow-Pow, who needed protection from whatever might lurk out there. Even so, Vi would have preferred working with Caitlyn on this. However, Cupcake had gotten into a hunting accident and lay now in bed at home on mandatory rest. Tobias had assured them, Caitlyn would be fine; she just needed to rest her ankle a bit. Still, it did not make Vi any keener on working together with Camille.

In fact, they couldn't have been in the Undercity for too long. The moment the drunkard got a bit too brave for his own good and Vi realised Camille was about to decapitate him, she rushed over and wedged the sharp knife leg between her arm and sides, Atlas gauntlet closed tightly around the weapon. The Hextech gemstone sparked in its casing as Vi suddenly forced pressure on the blade to make sure Camille could not move her leg.

Vi growled under her breath as she met the drunkard's eyes. Sweat had broken out on his face and he stumbled backwards, almost falling on his back. "Bugger off", Vi hissed, "And maybe sleep off that beer of yours. You are already puking up bile." Even as the drunk took her cue and ran away as fast as his uneven legs could carry him, the air still carried the stench of vomit, booze and a cloth of dirt.

She grimaced as Camille pulled the leg away, almost cutting her arm. Flexing her fingers, Vi said: "We have barely been in here. It would be wonderful if we could actually get to the Lanes without you threatening to kill someone off their rocker for looking at you funny. Unless you want to alert the border patrol, then please be my guest.

"Besides, you do realise most Zaunites are naturally inclined to a more nocturnal lifestyle. And again, for the gangs here, you being from a merchant clan does not mean shit. The only reason people fear you is because experience taught us not to mess with the Grey Lady, but that is you, not your clan."

@chaotick-musings cont. from here.

#chaotickmusings #rp: unpleasant alliance #im willing to fight for it: vi interaction #the matron of steel: camille ferros #Post-Canon Verse[Vi]

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much-obliged-timothy · 2 years

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"... Vergil..."

«Yes, Nero ?»

"I just thought of something Dante told me..."

«What about it ?»

"... Aren't you responsible of murdering the entirely of two major cities ?"

«...»

I've always thought it weird that in most fanfics I've read, barely anyone talks about how Vergil probably has a killcount in the millions.

Okay, I don't even know how I feel about what I wrote for this?? But it was either a "let's clear the air a bit" take or a 100k+ word fic addressing it so, uh...here's the non-proofread first option!

Vergil tried to ignore the tension between him and Nero. They were sitting in the van, waiting for Nico and Dante to grab them food. It was taking them forever, and Vergil kept staring out through the windows to the line inside the pizza joint Dante had dragged them all to.

He had no idea what the tension was even about, honestly. Things between him and Nero were not always great, but for the most part, they managed reasonably together.

And today went fine. They worked a fairly simple job with no incidents. Dante and Nero rounded up a small horde of minor demons, and Vergil had slaughtered them quickly. No complications, no arguments between them, no injuries, no big battle where they kept getting in each other’s way.

So why the tension?

He didn’t dare ask. Frankly, he still despised the challenge of working through the emotional tangle that was his relationship with Nero. It always put him on edge when Nero brought up something related to their thin relationship. Nero was so open with his feelings, and it felt like being hit by a tidal wave.

“Vergil?”

Vergil glared harder at the line inside the pizza joint. Dante and Nico were laughing over something together, still a few places back in line. “Yes, Nero?”

“I want to talk about something Dante told me.”

Well, that was never good. Vergil glared harder at his brother. “What about it?”

“Aren’t you responsible for murdering the entirety of two major cities?”

Vergil found he forgot to breathe for several beats, then forced himself to resume doing so calmly. Perhaps there was little in his past he would do again, but stabbing Dante leapt to the very top of the list in that moment.

Nero’s voice when he asked the question was neutral. Vergil couldn’t bring himself to look at the boy.

“Not directly, no,” Vergil said, trying to keep his voice from getting too tight. The tension in the air had thickened between them, seeming to creep into Vergil’s chest.

“He finally told me what you did, back then,” Nero said. “I heard Lady say something about it, and I made Dante tell me everything.”

“He told you his side,” Vergil said, and failed at keeping his voice loose.

“Then tell me yours.”

That surprised Vergil enough to risk a glance at Nero. Nero was gripping a water bottle far too tightly in his hands, knuckles white with tension. But his eyes were…pleading?

Maybe he thought Dante was just exaggerating the things Vergil had done. Vergil was angry with himself at the spark of guilt that flickered inside him.

“I made my choices back then, and I cannot change them,” Vergil said, turning away again. “We live with the things we do, Nero.”

“But we have reasons for doing them,” Nero said, his voice starting to rise in the way it did when his emotions got the better of him. “I’ve made my mistakes, Vergil, but I’ve never killed a bunch of innocent people. You had to have a reason. You had to. Something.”

Nero’s belief that Vergil was not simply a wretched person doing wretched things for the hell of it tore at him in an unexpected way. He found himself snapping back a reply without thinking it through.

“What do you want me to say?” His words were sharp, because Vergil fought even without a weapon. “That I suffered as a child and resolved to be too powerful for it to ever happen again? That I went on a selfish quest for power, a quest I was willing to kill my own brother to achieve, only to become a slave to my father’s enemy in the process? That it only drove me more desperately for power, until I was casting out my weak human self and cutting off my son’s arm? I did what I did, Nero. I did not regret it. I cannot change it even if I did. My choices are mine to live with, not a legacy to be shackled onto you. Don’t concern yourself with my actions; that kind of nosiness benefits no one.”

The silence that followed gave Vergil the absolutely awful experience of comprehending his own words. He almost wished Nero had just killed him when they fought. It would’ve spared him this horrifically embarrassing, vulnerable moment.

Finally, Nero broke the silence. “Fuck you, Vergil.”

Rejection. Vergil had expected it from the boy at some point. He shut himself down before it could hurt.

A water bottle landed on the table in front of him. He looked up at Nero, who was lounging back now, expression troubled.

“I think you’re a bastard for all of that. I think nothing can redeem any of it,” he said, staring up at the ceiling of the van. “But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try anyway. You took down the Qliphoth. You didn’t have to. Everything Dante said about how you were back then would’ve made me think you’d never do that, but you did. That’s got to…”

Mean something? Vergil didn’t know if it did. Clearly, neither did Nero.

“Foolish,” Vergil said quietly.

Nero’s belief in the good of people was ridiculous. Vergil had only ever seen that kindness in his mother.

“They done ordering yet?” Nero asked.

“No, not yet,” Vergil said.

“This better be some damn good pizza,” Nero grumbled.

“Even if it’s not, Dante is paying for it,” Vergil said.

“Did anyone tell him that?” Nero said.

After a long, painful moment, Nero gave a small, weak grin at his own joke. Vergil didn’t smile, but his shoulders relaxed noticeably.

Their relationship was thin and strained. But that kindness Nero had inherited from Eva, or perhaps learned from Kyrie, kept it from breaking. Just for now, and Vergil knew there’d be more questions later. But for now, they’d addressed it and cautiously tiptoed around the weight of the issue without ignoring it altogether.

Vergil would reflect on it. That’s what Nero needed him to do, and Vergil supposed he could grant the boy that much.

Maybe he would decide he’d had a reason after all, even if he could never be redeemed for his actions. Or maybe he’d decide he really was just a wretched creature in human skin.

Either way, Nero could still bear to look at him, at least for the moment. Vergil knew that was more than he deserved, and did not take it for granted.

#devil may cry #nero sparda #vergil sparda #dmc nero #dmc vergil #dmc #my writing

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