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jwillowwolf · 3 years

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Okay, so I have a Theory for what will happen in the Finale, but it comes with a very long rant about my reasoning for said theory, so I’ll put it under the cut. Basically, I just got excited and wanted to talk with someone about what I think will happen and have turned to the internet to share my thoughts. Warning for spoilers from Working Through Intrusive Thoughts bellow.

Before I can get to what I think will happen, I need to explain the context of my thinking. Currently, we have Logan feeling ignored, Roman feeling lost, Virgil feeling defensive, Patton feeling confused, Remus just being his dramatic gremlin self, and Janus is in his element.

Logan himself said to Remus “It’s not every day Thomas... is interested in... carrying out this sort of thing.” Showing that today was important to Logan and spoiled by 1) Remus’s interfering, and 2) Thomas going out with Nico. Not to mention he lost his cool for a second and now we’ve got Orange to look out for.

Now, there are two possible theories I know of on this scene. 1) Logan is the Orange-side, which seems to be the most popular opinion. 2) the Orange-side, similarly to Janus, can possess other sides. Personally, I think that Logan being the Orange-side is most plausible.

We have seen Logan almost lose his temper before when he threw a piece of paper at Roman in ‘Learning New Things About Ourselves’. He seems shaken by that, almost scared of what he did. Or maybe of what could have happened. He looked even more shaken in ‘Working Through Intrusive Thoughts’ when we got a glimpse of orange in his eyes. He knows there is a dangerous side to him, an emotional state of anger and frustration that he’s been doing his best to keep under control.

How much longer will he be able to control it though?

Next, we have Roman still feeling kind of upset towards Patton, if his stiff reaction to him speaking in the end card is anything to go by. I describe him as feeling lost because in a way he’s lost his moral compass. After what happened in ‘Putting Others First’, I think he distrusts Patton and considering he has in a way followed morality’s lead through all of this, he’s now struggling through questions of what he decides for himself is wrong and right. And he needs to get this right because he’s meant to be the hero, the good creativity. Or that’s what he’s believed all this time.

He’s been conditioned to see things in black and white. To him, there’s meant to be a clear distinction between a hero and a villain, which means if he does something that is not considered good then he’s bad. You can see how that mindset affects him firstly in ‘Dealing With Intrusive Thoughts’ “It’s a little like looking into a funhouse mirror, but instead of a giant head, or like, long legs and a tiny torse, …it shows you… everything you don’t wanna be” and then at the end of ‘Putting Others First’ “He’s (Janus) asking us to go back on things we’ve known for years! rights and wrongs, should’s and shouldn’t’s!”

The world is not black and white like Roman was taught, so now he’s lost himself in trying to understand the many different shades of grey around him.

Continuing down the angst road, we have Virgil’s uncharacteristic behaviour towards Patton. Yes, we have seen him act this way before, but ever since the ‘Accepting Anxiety’ arc he’s acted differently. More like his true self with the knowledge that he’s safe and among friends, like Logan said in Fitting In he’s part of the group. So, what changed?

Logically he would act out this way as a part of his fight or flight response, or more specifically he’s fighting against what scares him. He acts this way towards Janus and Remus (although it’s harder with Remus since he’s Remus) he gets defensive, cold, and downright mean because he’s trying to protect himself. My point? Something about Patton is scaring Virgil.

If we look at the relationship between them before Virgil’s behaviour, then we have what happened in ‘Dealing with Intrusive Thoughts'. Virgil was at a terrible point of stress over Remus showing up, mainly because Patton was stressed at Remus showing up. Pat’s knee jerk reaction to Remus and what he contributes sends Virgil into a panic because, in a sense, they’re connected as Thomas’s emotions. This may seem odd but stick with me here.

Fear and stress are the two things that drive Virgil. In ‘Why do we Get Out of Bed in the Morning’, he mentions that Thomas feeling stressed over deadlines and projects causes him to “work overtime”. As for fear, that’s clear enough in ‘Moving On’ parts 1 and 2, with his reaction to Patton’s Room. The strong influence of emotions in Patton’s room may have heightened his function because emotion is a core part of who he is. In fact, in ‘Dealing with Intrusive Thoughts’, Logan asks Virgil how Thomas is feeling. This means that he is just as connected to Thomas’s emotional state as Patton.

There isn’t a clear indicator of what happened between ‘Dealing with Intrusive Thoughts’ and ‘Are There Healthy Distractions’ to prompt Virgil’s behaviour towards Patton. Or is there? Let’s look at what exactly he says to Patton:

First from ‘Are There Healthy Distractions’: “How can Thomas Feel B-A-D with his inner D-A-D?” “I can think of a few ways.” This is the first time Virgil lashes out at Patton, and it’s obvious through the whole episode that he’s stressed out.

He actively wants to address the problem throughout the episode and is in a lot of emotional turmoil since the others seem to be ignoring it while he just can’t. Seriously, the pain piles upon him till the point he and Thomas fall into an anxiety attack.

So why does he antagonise Patton here? Because Patton is the one ignoring the problem. Patton is the one most actively ignoring what happened and Virgil is feeling hurt by that. Sure, Logan is distracted, but Logan understands that there are healthy distractions and can stay concentrated on the movie, causing him to not notice Virgil’s dilemma until later. And Roman is still following Patton’s lead here. When he took a jab at Virgil at the beginning and Patton said, “that’s not nice Roman.” He instantly panicked and scrambled to amend himself.

After ‘Are There Healthy Distractions’, we don’t see Patton and Virgil interact again until the end card of Working Through Intrusive Thoughts. “Oh, thank goodness, you’re giving him permission.” “Well, y-yeah. Of course I would.” Virgil bringing up Patton giving Thomas permission seems out of context, and yet it’s perfectly in line with the ending of ‘Dealing with Intrusive Thoughts’ where Patton said “I can’t control every little thing that pops into your head. This may be unnecessary, but, … It’s okay if you sometimes think some… Icky thoughts, Thomas. You have my… permission”

This begs the question though, why is that the line that stuck with Virgil? Because Virgil doesn’t want to be manipulated anymore.

If we look at his relationship with Janus for a moment, then anyone from a mile away can see the two have some sort of history. Something that goes beyond even Virgil’s past as one of the others. The relationship that they used to have. It’s been established that Remus used to unsettle Virgil, so I doubt they spent too much time together, but Janus? That’s a very different story.

Janus is deceit, lies, and denial so he may have hidden Virgil from Thomas. He may have lied to Virgil about his function to keep him under control. It was the best way he knew to hide Virgil from Thomas. But in the end, Virgil came to the realisation that Janus was a lair and hence they must have had a terrible fallout.

This began his arc as the ‘antagonist’ in Thomas’s life. He no longer allowed Janus to control him and faced the light sides on his own. He fought to have his voice heard along with the rest. Now he’s scared of losing the freedom he fought for via Patton taking control.

He’s been down the road before where he was taken advantage of, and he doesn’t want to fall for that again. Never again.

Oof, okay, now we come to Patton himself. He seems fine from the outside, but we all know that he has a habit of keeping his negative emotions on the down-low. He doesn’t exactly know what he’s done. That doesn’t excuse it, but it does put his behaviour into context.

In ‘Dealing with Intrusive Thoughts’ he realises how his reaction to things has influence Thomas’s wellbeing. In ‘Are There Healthy Distractions’ He’s trying to stay committed to Thomas's decision and not influence changing his mind towards facing the problem. Then in ‘Putting Others First’, we see how absolutely distressed he’s feeling because the influence he has over Thomas could be used for bad and hurt Thomas.

In a nutshell, he doesn’t want to become the bad guy, but he doesn’t know how to correct his behaviour. In ‘Putting Others First’ he even asks Janus “What can we do”. It shows that he knows he’s doing something wrong and wants to do the right thing, but everything he’s ever known has been torn apart and now he’s just left confused.

He doesn’t know what to do anymore.

Remus is just doing what he normally does. He’s functioning just fine and honestly, there isn’t anything much to unpack about his behaviour. He’s being himself. Although perhaps there’s something, or someone, behind what he’s doing.

It’s no secret that Janus is the brains of the two (although Remus can create some magnificent Rube Goldberg machines) and could be the mastermind behind this scheme. Since he was introduced, we knew Janus hid behind lies and worked with complex plans to fulfil his goals. The ending of ‘Putting Others First’ shows that he has a part of himself that is only looking out for others but that doesn’t change the fact he’s planning something.

His words at the end of ‘Working Through Intrusive Thoughts’ “Yes, everything is just… fine.” He knows something is not fine. He may even be behind instigating the entire thing.

This time though, perhaps his scheme is meant for good. He can see how the sides are very different from each other. Their working together as the light sides is incredibly unstable. Thomas's mental wellbeing is practically hanging from a thread.

How do we solve this problem? Expose it. So far, Janus's meddling has been to push things into the light. to get Thomas to face all aspects of himself and better understand the complexities of the world.

The truth needs to come out before things can get better.

And all of that brings me finally to the main point of my rant. My personal theory about what will happen with the finale.

Patton and Roman/Virgil currently have an unresolved conflict. That’s what will start the episode. Patton is trying to fix things with Roman and/or Virgil. Logan will try to be the mediator for the situation, and no one seems to be listening to him.

Then Janus shows up and is now on Patton’s side. This is making things worse because well Roman and Virgil still don’t like Janus at all. Perhaps Virgil will even snap and give more context into what happened between him and Janus, comparing Janus and Patton now that Pat seems to be betraying them. Remus even shows up and adds his own comments to further unsettle everyone. The fight is going to get bigger until finally, Logan snaps.

Orange-Logan is now part of the mix, and he is angry. Nothing is holding him back anymore so now everyone is going to have to focus on him. They will listen to him now, which is good, but because anger has taken over, Logan isn’t the same. He’s not able to reason with his own emotions and act as the voice of reason. Everything is coming down!

So now the fighting has gotten even worse, even louder, everyone is stressed and hurt and shouting and then Virgil says “stop”. He doesn’t shout it, he just speaks in a normal calm tone, although his voice is echoing a bit. Everyone does stop mainly out of confusion at his sudden hushed tone, then they see what is happening to Thomas. All their arguing has caused him to spiral into a panic.

Virgil calms Thomas down from his panic, and then Logan from his anger. It’s good for Logan to stand up for himself to be listened to, but anger will get them nowhere. He even apologises for not listening to Logan before things got this bad.

Logan calms down and apologises for his behaviour then calmly calls out the others on their own actions. With a calmer atmosphere, everyone can see a bit more clearly where they were in the wrong and apologise to one another. They talk things out, come to an understanding and resolve their feelings.

Anyway, if you made it to the end of this, I’d love to hear your thoughts on this theory and any theories you have regarding the finale. Thank you for reading and I hope that you have a wonderful day.

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #ts virigl #logan sanders #ts logan #roman sanders #ts roman #patton sanders #ts patton #janus sanders #ts janus #remus sanders #ts remus #ts spoliers

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canarhys · 5 years

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valdangelo headcanons

hey guys. so... i reached 500 followers last night. and i’m really happy that you fuckers can deal with my dumbass posts because jesus, i never thought i’d get this far.

so in return for the amount of souls i have stocked up, i have redone the valdangelo headcanons i did for 100 followers a long time ago.

let’s fucking go.

• the two of them are meant for each other simply for the fact that nico sleeps all the time and eats so much junk food he has cavities while leo hasn’t slept for an entire month and hasn’t eaten in three days.

• they don’t like grand, fancy dates and instead go for drives through the city at night and hang outs at a fast food joint. (“nico stop saying mcdonald’s we’ve been eating there for the past week i’m starting to hallucinate ronald mcdonald.”)

• they don’t show much affection in public. usually it’s just hand-holding (it’s basically their second nature) and cheek kisses but when alone they’re touch-starved and cuddle all the fucking time.

• they play video games together obviously. when they compete (say, mario kart), it’s a ruckus because they’re both equally good so the entire camp watches and places bets because it’s so intense. when they play together, it’s usually nico on his nintendo 3ds playing pokémon with leo resting his head on his shoulder, making jokes and occasional pointers.

• i’m all for the idea that they two of them could hold conversations without even talking. nico and leo share a look, nod, and somehow they know what the other is implying. it’s insane.

• they get matching tattoos not just because it’s a couple thing but because it’s fun. they decide to get star tattoos on their ankles.

• nico: lend me a hand.

• leo: throws his prosthetic arm to him

• nico: thanks.

• i just love the thought of them having such funny ass laughs. nico cackles and it almost resembles a wicked witch. leo wheezes like a balloon losing air. also nico slaps people whenever he laughs while leo is stuck in a position for a fucking hour.

• and i just imagine when one is laughing the other is silently watching them with an adoring smile. despite the fact that the one laughing looks so fucking stupid.

• when they laugh at the same time it sounds like a hospital delivery room, ngl.

• they argue all the time but it’s over stupid shit like which superhero wins or who can be the most edgy/annoying. it’s all playful banter but it goes on for hours on end and everyone is about to kick them out.

• they’re fucking dorks; they watch jojo’s bizarre adventure and binge stupid instagram videos and recreate tik toks that are somehow worse than the original.

• they can’t give each other flowers because nico always ends up with lifeless, drooping ones and leo somehow manages to set all of them on fire so they just pack snacks and lunches for each other.

• they have to coax each other into taking care of themselves because they’re self-destructive little shits. nico often drags leo to bed when he’s working on a project. leo cooks nico healthy foods and forces him to brush his teeth. when one of them is sick, the other is by their side all the time.

• they share earbuds a lot. they both really like the arctic monkeys, they’re basically their soul band and whenever one of them is listening to them, the other senses it and immediately grabs the bud out of the other’s ear.

• i like the thought of them trying to be like buzzfeed unsolved and recording videos of themselves strolling through haunted houses and searching for cryptids but it would be so... disastrous.

• nico, playing don’t mine at night on a stereo at goatman’s bridge: come out, bitch.

• goatman: i’m fucking begging you to stop.

• leo, recording: fucking wheezing

• or they would try to be like game grumps and record themselves playing retro games like donkey kong or sonic but it also yields some fucked up results.

• leo, playing sonic adventure dx with tears in his eyes: screaming at the tv and trying not to have a nervous breakdown because the game is so fucking bad his brain functions have gone haywire

• nico: laughing so hard he knocked over twelve vases on the table

• they call each other by their last names a lot. it used to be an insult when they were arguing a lot back then, but now they use it as fun little nicknames with mild malice (unless one of them fucked up).

• they also have some personal ones for each other! nico calls leo “firebug” and “bombshell” and leo calls nico “sunshine” and “angel.” (they totally call each other “amor” and “bébé” as well.)

• they have small picnic dates at the strawberry fields in camp since leo loves strawberries to death and nico likes seeing leo’s adorable face as he eats them. usually they eat those along with chocolate dip and some milkshakes.

• leo has tried to teach nico how to cook in the past but it resulted in the inflammation of the argo ii’s kitchen and buford sending nico angry “glares” due to leo having to scrub off all the excess smog off of him.

• leo buys nico a fuck ton of hawaiian shirts as a joke but nico had worn all of them in less than a month and rocked all of them. leo now has taken the duty of buying as many as he can because damn, if his boyfriend didn’t look so cute.

• the two of them wear each other’s clothes all the time. leo uses the excuse “i’m cold” in order to achieve nico’s jacket or sweater. nico has started using it as well and leo hands him his hoodie or mittens. it’s cute.

• also i love the idea of them either wearing complementary clothing or drastically different ones, with no in-between. one day leo is wearing a soft rainbow-striped shirt under some overalls while nico wears a floral striped hawaiian tee, the next nico is in all black and leo is wearing a neon green jumpsuit. everyone gets whiplash from it.

• i feel like after the giant war and during apollo’s mortal quest, they go with him to indiana to search for meg. and they find themselves at the waystation and after the entire commodus fiasco, the two of them decide to stay and live there. both of them are going to visit chb in the summer but they like the thought of having normal lives and being normal teenagers, plus jo and emmie basically adopted them into the family and all of the kids there love them (especially georgina).

• at camp, they usually hang out in bunker nine or the hades cabin since both of them don’t like crowds and get overwhelmed by them. also they talk about conspiracy theories all the fucking time.

• leo: what if... in a parallel universe... we were straight...?

• nico: holy shit.

• they’re such horror movie fanatics. leo’s favorite is texas chainsaw massacre and nico has a heart for alien. both of them have confirmed that killer clowns from outer space is the best horror movie of all time and have watched it exactly thirty-six times.

• they both had serious discussions of which horror tropes their friends are. they are still categorizing to this day.

• nico: piper would be a final girl, that’s clear. what about jason?

• leo: first one who dies. that fucker is literally dead and hanging in a hotel.

• i also think the two of them love horror/thriller shows. stranger things, tales from the crypt, ash vs. evil dead. especially ash vs. evil dead. leo literally dressed up as ash for halloween, chainsaw hand and everything. nico, in turn, dressed up as a deadite.

• speaking of halloween, it’s like the culmination of their entire beings. because they both a) like dressing up, b) like free food, c) love halloween decor and shit, and d) love seeing each other’s happy faces during the holiday.

• both of them are incredibly dedicated to it, wearing black and orange and hanging up the majority of the decorations around camp. they buy the candy, organize the activities, and take a roll of what campers are dressing as so if someone is worried that they’ll have the same costume as another person, they can check with them. percy says they should get married on halloween just because they’re that into it.

• both of them hyper-fixate a lot. leo gets so invested in a project that he forgets to eat or sleep or even acknowledge anyone else around him, so nico makes sure to not disturb him unless it’s time for lunch or bed. he wraps his arms around leo as he works and buried his face in the crook of his neck and leo always smiles.

• leo does the same for nico, as the guy is incredibly invested in nerdy things that he tries not to tell anyone lest they make fun of him. so leo lets his boyfriend infodump as they lay in bed together, stroking his dark wavy hair and watching nico’s mouth move and continue to describe a dnd campaign he’s been watching recently. leo has to use all his will to stop him and get him to brush his teeth.

• they’re not really much to make future plans as they’re pretty pessimistic about everything due to their pasts but one day they found themselves discussing about getting an apartment or even a house together. leo said he’ll probably open a garage if they become the next caretakers of the waystation or even get a house and ask annabeth to help with the design. nico joked that they could have a floral shop there too since they’re both bad with flowers. and suddenly the conversation shifted to them planning a round-trip across the world on festus and one of them mentioned “kids.” then the two realized what they were doing and stopped, albeit hesitantly.

• i love the idea of persephone being a total mom to them (i don’t care about canon, she loves hades children no matter that her husband cheated) and having garden parties with them down in the underworld. she started teaching them how to take care of flowers better — which was sort of relevant since nico brought up the flower shop at home thing — and soon their blossoms almost stopped wilting or catching on fire.

• persephone: hey, you guys want some pomegranate?

• leo: yeah s—

• nico: n o w e ‘ r e g o o d .

• persephone wasn’t trying to trap leo in the underworld but nico couldn’t take chances.

• leo’s pretty good with instruments because of tool proficiency and is a master at the drums and guitar. nico actually has a nice singing voice and recently got into guitar as well, so you bet your ass that they have jam sessions constantly.

• leo is the gay that can drive while nico should not be within a steering wheel in any circumstance, so leo usually drives them to their dates. that, or they enlist the help of nico’s zombie chauffeur to drive them there.

• both of them share this soft and tender expression with each other that they don’t express towards other people, not even their other friends. it’s sort of like a face saved for them, for their little world and it’s cute.

• nico is way more touchy than leo and likes to wrap his arms around leo’s waist a lot. he often peppers his face with kisses and shit and leo gets really shy about it. when this happens, he nuzzles his face into nico’s shoulder or chest to stop his boyfriend but nico is resilient.

• i just... love valdangelo being so soft towards each other. every single banter they have they do with heart eyes and they usually just cuddle in content silence because they’re not big on talk, communicating better by actions. when they kiss, it’s like a perfect mix because nico is cold while leo is warm. they often lay in bed, smiling as their limbs are tangled together. maybe they’ll start up another conversation or game file. but for now, they like the quiet.

#pjo #nico di angelo #leo valdez #valdangelo #headcanons #home depot intercom #follower milestone #thank you guys!!

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imagethat · 5 years

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Hey! Do you think that you could do a DMC5 Dante x best friend reader where the reader was previously in an abusive relationship and Dante finds out and gets kinda pissed because he always had a bad feeling about the guy? I'm a sucker for Dante fluff.

Dante x Best Friend Reader Fluff

Hi, I hope this is okay! And hopefully it all posts too, tumblr has been weird with my askbox lately! I really appreciate the ask and I hope you have a really great day^^

It was a stormy night out, which isn't unusual for Red Grave by any means. What was though was the sound of someone knocking on Devil May Cry's door at three in the morning. Dante groaned and pulled himself out of bed after a good few knocks. "How can I-" He paused as he opened the door, finding you standing in the rain. By how drenched your clothes were, he could tell you had been out in it for a long time. Your eyes were puffy and skin pale. "Y/n?" He asked with a confused expression on his face while he invited you inside. "Wait here, I'll go grab a towel and draw a bath." Dante said before rushing upstairs. Within moments you could hear the water running. He returned with a towel, which he draped over your head and started to dry your hair with. Geez, you were shaking pretty badly from head to toe. Undoubtedly having caught a cold. He contemplated internally whether or not he should ask what happened. While he was your best friend, he didn't want to overstep his bounds. "Thanks." You said in a soft voice while keeping your eyes glued to the floor. Before he could question you about what happened you added. "I'll… I'll be upstairs." In an even quieter voice. It almost sounded as if it hurt to speak. As you paced up the stairs slowly Dante watched your back with heavyhearted eyes. He wanted to ask what happened… or comfort you… but you seemed like you needed space. While you bathed he made his bed so you'd have somewhere nice to sleep then went to the phone on his desk. He had to call multiple times before a very annoyed voice answered. "What!?!" Nero demanded. Dante checked over his shoulder before continuing. "Hey, did y/n call you?" He asked in a somber voice. "No… Not that I know of at least, why?" Nero asked. "Well she… She came here, she had been in the rain and she was crying… I haven't asked what happened yet. But I was hoping you'd know…" Dante admitted. You shared a good relationship with everyone at DMC, and while Dante was your best friend, Nero and Nico knew you well too. Nico had apparently been eavesdropping and snatched the phone from Nero. After a few seconds of wrestling on the other end of the line and Nero cursing a bit in the background, Nico could finally be heard. "What was she wearing!?" Nico demanded. "What?" Dante asked before thinking back on when he opened the door. "Uhm… She was dressed a bit fancier than usual." He said, not wanting to admit to how much he payed attention to you. "Black dress? Cute leggings?" Nico questioned. "Yeah… How'd you know?" Dante asked, but his only reply was Nico saying something to Nero. Something about a damned bastard. "Listen, it's not really okay for me to share anything. Just stay with her, ya hear?" Nico demanded. "I will." Dante assured her. "We'll be by tomorrow." Nico said before hanging up, seeming pretty upset about something. Dante sat there in silence for a few moments. He didn't want to think ill of anyone, he had only met your partner a few times but… Why else would you have gotten dressed up, and with Nico's help too. He started to think more about it though. And if he was honest, he never really liked them much. The way they'd hold your wrist when he was around. Or how sometimes you'd act strange on missions and dodge his attempts to question you about it. It was starting to bother him a lot now actually.

You got out of the shower and dried off. Your clothes were drenched beyond drying right now, and Dante knew that. So he left a pair of his pajamas on the counter for you. They were laughably ill fitting, and you had to tie the drawstring on the pants tightly to get them to stay up. Admittedly it was pretty nice though. You examined yourself in the mirror. You were still shaking, and you had cried more in the tub. You scoffed softly at how bad you looked, feeling guilty for bothering Dante in such a unpresentable fashion. All you wanted to do now was curl up and sleep forever. Your body ached from how far you had walked. Closing the bathroom door as quietly as you could behind you, you gathered a pillow and blanket from the bed and headed downstairs. Dante saw you and quirked an eyebrow. "What are you doing?" He asked, getting up to meet you halfway down the stairs. "I… I'm going to sleep on the couch." You forced out, memories leaking back into your brain, instilling fear and anxiety that you'd be yelled at or worse for even speaking up. Dante carefully took the pillow and blanket from you before nudging you back up the stairs softly. "It's fine, I'll stay down here." He said, guiding you back upstairs. You fidgeted with your fingers as you sat on his bed. Dante sat down on the floor carefully and folded his arms so he could rest his head down on them near the edge of the bed. "Do you want to talk about what happened… It's fine if not…" He offered softly. "No… No… It's fine." You lied, your voice getting weaker with each word you spoke. He could see your nails digging into your wrist. Dante sat up and held his hands out with his palms up. "Can I see your hands?" He asked. You nervously set your hands on top of his. Dante's hands were leagues bigger than yours, and slightly calloused from his line of work. He traced the three lines on your palm. "Do you know what each line means?" He asked and you nodded your head no in response softly. "Well, this line," he said while tracing the middle one, "Is life span. And this one's achievements." He added while tracing the bottom line. "You know what the top line is?" He asked while tracing small circles on your palm. "It's happiness." He said after he got no reply from you. "So… overall, I'd say the fates look pretty good in your favor." He mused, smiling softly when he saw you chuckle. "You're so childish." You muttered and he grinned. "I'd say that's one of my finer personality traits." He teased. You didn't want to move your hands. Like this though, Dante could finally see your arms fully in his t-shirt and the bruises that lined them. Some softer while others seemed…. He pierced his lips before cupping his hands around yours. "Y/n?" He asked. You finally looked up at him, which you regretted immediately. When your eyes met his you were overcome with all emotions you were trying so hard to avoid. Sadness, fear, guilt. Dante was too good for you. Your partner had even said so. They had told you a million times that you didn't deserve friends, that you were worthless. To isolate you from the people you loved. You sobbed softly. "I-I'm so sorry… I shouldn't have come here…" you whispered out. Dante squeezed your hands softly. "No, you can come here any time. It's okay." He consoled you, moving up onto the bed next to you so he could hold you in his arms. He ran his fingers through your hair and tried to comfort you in every way he knew how. "Y/n…. Please tell me what happened." He said. After a few more moments, you finally worked up enough courage to speak. "I… I… well my boyfriend and I… We got in a fight last week… and he said he'd make it up to me, that we'd go to the beach together… I don't know why I always go back… but on the way there he got upset...he was yelling at me… I don't know what I did wrong… H...He left me… On highway 19… Shoved me out of the car…" Your voice gave out. You couldn't say anything else as you sobbed into his shoulder. Dante was completely taken aback. Highway 19 was a good two hours away from Red Grave… And you walked all the way back? He felt anger well in his chest, but before he could say anything you continued. "A-and he knows where Nero lives so I couldn't go there…. And I didn't want to go home…. B… But fuck… I'm so sorry for bothering you… I know I shouldn't have…" You stuttered out, feeling so awful for waking him up and making him worry. Being here was the only place you could think of where your boyfriend wouldn't find you. "Hey hey hey, you come here crying and you think the first thing I'm worried about is 'being bothered'?" He said pulling back so he could look you in the eyes. "I'd lose all the sleep in the world if it meant being by your side when you needed me, you're never a bother. Shit, think of where I'd be if I hadn't met you." He said with a soft laugh. "Still eating pizza every meal of the day, only taking missions when the bills need to be paid, and sleeping 24/7." He said. You laughed softly while wiping your cheeks. "Dante… You still do that." You said with a gentle smile despite your puffy eyes. "Yeah! But you know what makes my life different from then? You." He replied. He was being sincere, you could see it in his eyes. If you hadn't spent the whole day crying, you probably would have burst into tears that instant. Your rested your head down on his shoulder. By now the sun was rising over Red Grave, and early morning hues leaked in through the window. Dante sighed softly. "Better get some sleep… Thing one and Gremlin two are coming over." Dante said. You paused. "Nico and Nero?" You asked, knowing they'd have a lot to say about the situation. It made you a little nervous. But having them around would be nice. Dante nodded and gently pulled away. "Yeah… So I'll leave you to it." He said. But before he could turn to leave you grabbed his hand. "Will you stay in here? I-I'm afraid to be alone." You admitted. He nodded softly. "Yeah, I'll be right here if you need me. So get some sleep." He replied, ruffling your hair before making his own makeshift bed on the floor. True to his word, he stayed with you while you slept. Keeping a watchful eye over you in case you needed anything.

When you woke up it was well into the afternoon. You rose from the sheets slowly and looked around. Dante was reading a magazine leaned up against the wall. "Morning sunshine." He teased. "It's not the morning… What time is it?" You asked while rubbing your eyes. Your body still ached and your eyes stung a bit when you touched them. "Hmmm. I'd reckon 5:40?" He said. Not sounding too sure. "Maybe I shouldn't have borrowed your clothes, I'm becoming you." You teased since he always slept in. He chuckled softly. "Well if you're gonna take my place we better get some pizza." He teased back. You were hungry. "Pizza it is." You replied. "Perfect, I'll go order it then. Will… Will you be alright?" He asked, hesitant on leaving you alone now. You nodded softly, giving him a reassuring smile. "I'll be fine. I want to brush my hair anyways." You said, wanting a moment to yourself. Dante respected that and left you alone. You took a moment to sort through your thoughts, trying your best to fend off the anxiousness in your gut. You opened a window to let some fresh air in, then went into the bathroom to tidy up as best you could. After that you made your way downstairs and took a seat on the couch. Dante made your favorite drink as you waited for the pizza to arrive. You two heard someone knock on the door. When Dante made no move to answer it you got up and opened the door cautiously, a somewhat irrational fear that your boyfriend would be on the other side overtaking you. But to your surprise it wasn't the pizza man or your boyfriend. Nico instantly wrapped her arms around you and smoothed your hair down while shushing you softly. Telling you how everything would be okay. She knew what happened, and most of what had happened in the past. The day before yesterday you, Nico, Lady, and Trish had all gotten together. You really needed to be with them before having a full weekend alone with your boyfriend, and now ex. You four had a girls day, planning outfits and chatting. Nico tried her best to convince you not to go but at the end of the day you still left. She felt awful about it all day, she and Nero both hated your boyfriend with a burning passion. You hid your feelings better around Dante than you did around the two. You peeled yourself from her hug as she kept her hands on your shoulders, giving you a reassuring smile while Nero crosses his arms. Seeming infinitely upset, but not with you. He had a bone to pick with your boyfriend. Shortly after, Trish and Lady showed up, and so did the pizza. The whole crew was called, just to spend the night with you watching movies. So you could feel safer in their presence and feel the full extent of the love you had surrounding you. If you needed space at any moment, they gave it to you. The next day, Dante and Nero left. You didn't ask where they went but they returned with your stuff, Nero seeming a bit roughed up. Your ex had been home when they picked up your stuff, and tried to start a fight with the devil hunter. Claiming you had no right to leave, spewing all sorts of horrible things. Dante seemed visibly upset about whatever had happened too. So it must have been pretty serious. You never worked up the will to ask what happened. After that you stayed posted up at Devil May Cry, Dante having insisted on it. Saying you could stay until you found a new place to live. As time went on though, the need to move somewhere else ceased to exist. You and the legendary devil hunter slowly realized you had feelings for eachother more than friends would. For Dante, it was something he always sort of knew, but he was respectable and never made any moves when you were in a relationship. Despite the warning flags and how much he disliked your ex. Sometimes the feeling that Dante was too good for you would creep back. Whenever you needed reassurance though, Dante would take your hand and trace the three lines on your palm. You had no shortage of oversized sweaters too. Which Dante would pretend he didn't like you taking, but seeing you in them made him really happy. During the next few months your ex was relentless. But Dante was adamant about protecting you and helping you move on. He gave you all the reassurance and love in the world. Going places with you so you wouldn't have to be alone, holding you if you had bad dreams, he truly tried to do it all.

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Director’s Commentary- Warm Me Up, Nico tells Will he’s going to therapy

You know the drill lol

Though Nico looked nervous. His cheeks were red, his eyes flitted from place to place, and he kept wringing his hands. “Um. You’ll have to give me a moment to get this out,” he stammered. This is because it’s taking a lot of vulnerability and an effort to overcome pride. Meanwhile, Will is thinking this conversation was gonna be something else. Will frowned and waited nervously. “I…. I said you deserve better than me,” he began. Already Will was putting up defenses. If he pulled the same bullshit again, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stand looking at him. Will was thinking Nico was gonna go back and say “and you do, so stay away from me” or something. “And I still believe that.” Finally his eyes met Will’s. “But instead of trying to push you away to someone better…. I want to make myself better. For you. You made me a better person when we were dating. I didn’t flirt, I didn’t drink as much or do half the stupid shit I did before. And I want to be even better than that so you can be happier too.” He cheeks were bright red and his voice was shaking. But Will was in shock. He hadn’t expected that.

“Um. Okay. I appreciate that, Neeks, but… I mean I told you-”

“I know, I’m not… asking you to give me another chance again.” He chuckled softly. “Sorry. It’s just been a while since I heard ‘Neeks.’” He took a breath and looked at him again. “I’m starting therapy.”

Will’s eyes went wide, and his mouth fell open. “B-But you hated therapy.”

He nodded and shrugged. “I know. But I figured… a lot has changed in ten or so years. The practice is different. I’m different. The person I’ll see is completely different. Maybe it’ll work this time. And even if doesn’t, I want to try. I want to get better. I want to feel better. For you, yes, but… also for me. This was the most important part to me. For me, this story was supposed to be about someone getting help of their own accord. And I wanted to give that hope that someone doesn’t NEED a romantic partner to get better. You can do it for yourself. I’m tired of the way my brain makes me do things that fuck up my life.” He looked at Will with a sad smile and sighed. “You were the most amazing thing that had happened to me in a long time, Will. And I fucked up. You didn’t deserve that.” Will gulped and felt his own cheeks redden.

Nico continued as Will looked at him completely speechless. “Have you ever heard that quote that says something like ‘I’ve never loved myself, but you-’”

“‘I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like,’” Will finished. I had this quote on my wall for like 3 years aha, it was over my desk when I would write this story, so it became kind of the crutch of these chapters. A little on the nose, but I was 18 aklsdfja.

Nico nodded and smiled. “It’s true. I forgot for a long time.” He frowned. “But the hate for myself was still there. And I have to fix it. Then maybe we can try again….” We gotta learn to be kind to ourselves!!! We can’t depend on someone else making things good. And the maybe is important here because I wanted to show that Nico was EXPECTING it from Will. He just wanted to show that it wasn’t over for him, that he would try to win him back, and it could be a possibility in the future, but Will was not obligated to reciprocate.

“Nico,” he breathed, unsure of what to say to that.

“Oh!” he said excitedly, with a certain light in his eyes that made him seem younger. “I also threw out all of my alcohol. And I cut up my fake ID. I’m trying to leave that behind too.” He smiled nervously and Will smiled back. Granted, I’ve since learned that when quitting a vice you shouldn’t quit cold turkey, but that’s what revision is for!

“I’m really happy to hear that,” he said softly, not trusting his voice. “I…. Wow. That’s really great, Neeks. Just… wow.” Nico chuckled and kicked at the ground. Will held out his arms awkwardly and Nico nervously accepted the hug, both chuckling. This was a big moment. It’s the first like... good physical contact they have in a while, and it’s like...a white flag kind of.

He felt familiar. Will’s chin rested perfectly in the curve of his neck. Nico’s face burrowed safely into Will’s shoulder. His arms placed perfectly. Will’s arms around Nico just tight enough. It was so familiar it hurt. He sighed and took in the scent of cologne, soap, and a very light tinge of cigarette smoke. His hair tickled him, longer than it had been when they were together. They... miss each other okay T.T

He brought himself to pull away and was grateful that Nico was blushing as much as him. They’re on an equal playing ground now! They’re both tentative. Which is new to see from Nico. “Um. So have you told anyone else?”

Nico shook his head and pushed away the hair that had fallen in his face with an aggravated expression. It made Will smile. “No, I sort of want to see how it goes first. My first meeting is next Monday after class. I’m telling myself not to chicken out.” He cleared his throat and bit his lip. “Um, you were studying. So… I just really wanted to tell you that I’m trying.” Before Will could answer, Nico leaned forward and kissed his cheek lightly. Then he turned away and walked to his dorm building across the street. I’m really glad I got a chance to look back at this part because I want to expand on it in revisions. It’s a huge and pivotal moment. For them as a couple and or Nico personally. There’s a lot of layers that should be here, and honestly, I was super excited to write a lot of parts of this story that I question if I gave myself time to portray them as well as I would’ve liked. But the fact that this was one you asked to hear about tells me it still did its job as a scene!

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Fae Trade

Hoo boy y'all do I have a treat for you. May I present Fae!Nico au where the MC is a peasant that has to strike up a deal with a Faerie Lord... and he has something quite scandalous in mind as payment. This is based on traditional folklore. Warnings for smut, inexperienced MC, coerced sex, forest sex, and a whole lot of manipulative Nico. Enjoy kiddies!

The woods were dark, but that wasn’t out of place. It was nighttime after all, just after dusk, and naturally you were surrounded by obscurities. But this darkness was permeating; it seeped past your skin as if the air proximate you were somehow tainted by it, inking the crisp with black shadows and staining your veins, much like the mud under you left its own smudges on the soles of your bare feet. There was barely a moon tonight, a tiny sliver of light amongst the stars. You could just make out the outlines of your breath as you waited.

A rustle to your side caught your attention. You sucked in a breath, but it was only a fawn stepped out from behind a pine. It peered at you curiously, and you did not move. It continued on, bounding over the ferns that littered the forest floor until it, too, was gone. Your heart fluttered. It had to be almost time.

Then, his laughter, soft but clear, filled your head. You sucked in a breath, but tried to remain still. You heard a quick skip of footsteps from behind, then silence. The sound was in front of you, rustling the brush, and disappeared once again. You were beginning to tremble, unable to see the one watching you, teasing you.

“I can feel your heartbeat,” he giggled, the sound echoing around you. His voice seemed to be coming from above. Your eyes strained in the darkness, but could only see the shape of the tree line against the night sky. “Are you afraid of me?”He seemed to ask the question genuinely.

“No,” you lied.

He laughed again, but this time his voice was full, ringing in your left ear. “You are brave, then.”

You jumped, but his hands were already around you. He cradled your back, tugging you close, and you stared into the creature’s golden, glowing eyes. They lit his face, and you could finally see the boyish features glistening in the night: the pixie nose, the teasing smirk, the pink sheen of his sweeping hair. You gulped. “B-brave?”

The creature brushed his humanlike nose against yours, teasing. “You say you are unafraid of me, and therefore you must be brave.” He giggled again, the smirk on his lips as charming as the smooth voice flowing over you. “Or, you are a liar, and even so, lying to one of the Fae takes its own amount of courage.”

You shivered at how close his fingers were to your hips. Swallowing the anxiety, you closed your eyes and backed away from his hold. Thankfully, he let you.

His catlike eyes narrowed, but glistened with glee. “So,” the creature began, “what brings a sweet morsel such as yourself to the sacred faerie circle, at such a poignant time?” As he spoke, he gazed up toward the waning crescent in the sky, barely visible. “The final night before the new moon is a magical one, full of possibilities,” he crooned, circling you. “Have you come to make a request?”

You nodded, your voice weary. “I- I have.”

“And what do you desire, sweet one,” the creature asked, voice dripping behind your right ear. His fingertips grazed your bare shoulders, his chest brushing your back.

“I need healing for my village,” you asked, not daring to turn around.

“Healing from what, darling?” The faerie continued to pry.

You held your fingertips together to keep them from shaking. “A terrible plague has swept through our land,” you said. “The village is dying, slowly. So very few of us remain now. M-my family is gone…” You stared down at your hands, your cold fingertips getting blurry as your eyes filled with helpless tears. Tears of grief, tears of frustration, and tears of a person seeking their final option. “Please, can you heal those of us who are left? Can you keep the plague from hurting anyone else in my village?”

Suddenly, he was in front of you again. When you looked up, his face was far more serious. “What you ask is a great task, my darling. It shall come at no small price.”

You nodded, finally meeting those glowing, golden eyes. “I know.”

The faerie gazed up and down your body, to your worn dress and bare feet. “What could a peasant girl such as yourself possibly offer me, a noble Fae of Titania’s court?”

Sighing heavily, you sank to your knees. “I can offer no riches or talents. All I have is my life to give, and whatever you would do with it.”

The creature smirked, his boyish features twisting maliciously. “My sweet morsel, surely you can do better than that.” Crouching down before you, the faerie grabbed your chin in a harsh grip. “If you are offering servitude, I can assure you have more than enough servants to wait on me. If you are offering your body, then I have plenty of playthings to entertain me. If you wish to give me your last breath, then you are bold to assume that your life is worth anything to me. So, I ask again: is that really what you wish to offer me?”

You trembled under his stare, daring only now to look into his eyes. Your throat was dry, gut wrenching when you saw the knowing look on his face. He already knew what he wanted. You inhaled, chest rising shakily. “What do you ask of me?”

A large, serpentine grin grew across his face, teeth like daggers shining. “A child.”

You pulled away from his hold, fear rising fully in your veins. Dying at the hands of this monster was bearable, but to kidnap an innocent soul? That was something you could not do. You shook your head. “Th-there are none left in the village, they were too weak… Surely, you would not expect me to-”

“I can ask anything I wish of you, human,” the creature spat, standing to loom over you. “And if you want my power, then you will do so.”

“I… I cannot take a child…” You were sitting weakly on the ground now, your legs splayed in the frigid mud and your hands clasped to your chest.

That was when a thick laugh floated toward you, and you were once again nose to nose with the faerie. “Who said I would ask you to take one, darling,” he crooned, his long fingers grasping your knee. “When your womb is more than capable of giving me what I want?”

You gasped, trying to shrink away from his hands. The creature only grabbed at your other knee, separating them and sliding his body between your thighs. You fell back, your hands digging into the soft earth to prop yourself, while your knees rested against the faerie’s hips. “H-how could you a-ask me t-to-”

“Bear me a child, sweet one,” he continued strongly. He held himself over your body, fingers almost meeting yours in the mud as he explained, “It will only take tonight. The moment you conceive, I promise I will heal all those who still have life in your village, and no sickness will ever touch those who live within its borders.”

Your cheeks flushed at the prospect of giving yourself to this horrid creature. You couldn't help but ask. “W-why?”

“That is none of your concern,” he said, nipping at your earlobe. “When your womb is full and the child is born, I will return for it.” He pressed a hand to your belly, grinning with a moan. “What a fresh, young womb. Untainted. Perfect for my child to grow.”

Your lips trembled as you closed your eyes. Your sacrifice was worth saving those closest to you. You lay back onto the ground, allowing the faerie to press himself against you fully. You simply nodded.

“My darling, are you truly making this deal? If you wish to exchange my services for your own, you must tell me your terms with your beautiful voice.”

A tear slid down your temple as you whispered the words that would seal your fate. “I will bear you a child, faerie. In exchange, you will heal my village of all disease, and protect it from any further harm.”

The creature smiled, sitting back on his knees. “I, Nico, Lord of the Woodland Fae, Obedient to Great Queen Titania, will offer you what you ask. In return, I accept your conditions. Should you not deliver on your part, or should you refuse to give me what I want, our deal will be no more. Do you understand?”

You nodded, crossing your arms and clutching your shoulders, realizing the true power of the monster you were selling yourself to. “I do.”

Pushing you back to the ground, Nico harshly covered your body with his. His hands flew to your dress, ripping with his long nails at the fabric and leaving it in shreds. His teeth found their way to your neck, and he bit down into the column of flesh.

You screamed when the searing pain of his bite flew through your body. He was being so vicious with you, as if trying to accomplish his goal quickly. You cried in shame, mouth falling open when the throbbing pain on your neck was greeted with a warm lick.

“Shh,” Nico hushed. “Do not be afraid anymore, lover. After tonight you will be marked by me, and no one may ever touch you again. You will see that this is a gift I am giving you.”

You continued to whimper as Nico removed his dressings. His hands flew to your now naked sides, and he picked you up in his arms, settling you onto his lap. He cradled your back with one strong arm, and cupped your sex with his opposite hand. You couldn't stop shaking from the humiliation. How could you do this? How could you allow a creature of the woods to let himself into you? How could you give him what was meant for someone who loved you?

Nico swallowed thickly, his voice wavering. “Your innocence is radiating from your skin, sweet one. I can feel you shaking with nerves. Tell me, have you ever been touched here?” One long finger sank between your folds, caressing the slit gently.

You arched your back from the feeling, pushing away from the faerie’s chest with a fist.

“No?” Nico continued running his finger up and down your folds, pressing against the bud on every rise. “Not even by your own hand?”

You had thought about the sexual pleasure a person could experience before, but you never thought to test it yourself. Even in the rare occasions where a boy would make your belly twinge, you thought it too shameful to play with yourself to dirty thoughts. As the creature’s fingers stopped, the pressure directly over a most sensitive place, you let out a shaking breath.

“Did you know,” he growled in your ear, “that a child is most successfully conceived when a human feels pleasure as well?” The faerie grabbed your chin, and tilted it back to face him. “I would very much like to watch you pleasure yourself, morsel. I want this night to be a success for both of us.”

Your eyelids fluttered as Nico held your hand and guided it toward your core. You tried pulling it away at first, but the dangerous glint in his eyes told you that it was too late to defy him now. So, you let him splay your fingers over your sex, his middle finger moving your own to slip between your folds. You didn't realize how soft you felt down there, and how good it could feel when your fingertips pressed against the tiny bundle at the apex of your slit. You moaned softly, your cheeks flushing at the new sensations.

Nico pressed his lips to your red cheek. “That’s it, lover. Get yourself ready for me. Slip a finger inside.” He guided your middle finger to your entrance, and you opened yourself for the first time.

It was strange, having something inside of you. It wasn't unpleasant, but foreign.

“Good,” he continued. “Add this finger now.”

That became more difficult. You groaned a little at how your opening stretched just the slightest from your two first fingers.

“You’re doing wonderfully, lover. Slide them in and out, like so,” Nico said, taking your wrist and pushing your fingers deeper. You found a steady rhythm, and he released your wrist to press two fingers to the bundle of nerves again. At the sound of your gasp, the faerie pressed a kiss to your temple. “That’s it, sweet one. Focus on the sensations of my fingers on your clit. It feels wonderful, doesn't it? To be caressed and held by a lover? Can you feel your insides getting wet for me?”

Nico was right: your inner walls were getting slicker by the second, and it was easier to slip your fingers inside. “I c-can’t b-breathe,” you gasped, confused at the jolts of pleasure coming from your lower abdomen.

“That’s your body getting ready for me, lover,” Nico breathed into your ear. “Let it welcome my touch. You will enjoy it so much more if you give into it.”

“I c-can’t move,” you said, hands freezing inside of you.

“Good,” Nico said, his own voice shaking. “Push your fingers deep inside, and then curl them toward your heart.” His hand moved furiously over your clit as he instructed you.

“Ah,” you moaned helplessly, doing as he said and feeling the swells of pleasure from inside and out. You could feel Nico rubbing your clit against your fingers that rested inside of you, pressing against a spongey patch of flesh. There was something so overwhelming about it all, that you couldn't keep your eyes open or your voice down. You began to cry out, feeling a tidal wave of something wonderful careening toward your belly.

“You’re going to cum, lover,” Nico said, voice heavy. “Go ahead, feel it. Feel your body opening up to me.”

That was the end. You felt an explosion of pleasure inside of you, jolting out toward your fingertips and buzzing in your brain. Your eyes squeezed shut, your hips locking into place as your opposite hand held onto Nico’s, which was still gently circling your clit. Just as your conscious thought completely left you, you felt a firm kiss against your lips.

Your eyes shot open, moans still lilting behind your teeth, to see Nico’s face connecting affectionately to yours. His eyelids fluttered, his lips working passionately against your own as your high came down. His fingers retreated from your core just as your own soaked digits unfurled and fell against your thigh. Nico’s hand found purchase in your hair, pulling you into a deeper kiss as his arm held your back tight. He moved you to straddle his lap, where his engorged member twitched readily against your stomach. When he ended the kiss, he licked a gentle strip across your bottom lip before opening his glowing eyes. Nico’s breath was thin as he said, “Now you will take all of me, sweet one. I will mold you to fit my shape and no one will ever compare. Are you ready?”

You were too drunk and delirious from your orgasm that you couldn't help the fervent nod that you gave him. Panting, you rested your forearms against his shoulders and your forehead against his. You sat up on your knees, allowing Nico to align himself with your entrance.

“Say my name,” the faerie whispered.

“Nico,” you breathed back.

“Again,” he said, pressing the swollen tip to your dripping sex.

“Nico,” you whined, settling yourself down until the head of his cock was fully inside of you.

“You’re being so obedient, morsel,” he crooned, nipping at your bottom lip and squeezing your breasts. “I wonder how you will feel when my cock has stretched you wide?”

Grabbing your hips, he sat you down fully on his lap, and you screamed. The sensation burned, and the pleasure you were still feeling from your first orgasm was the only thing keeping you from pulling him out. You covered your mouth with your hand to keep from shrieking from the pain.

Nico yanked your hand away, rocking his hips up into you once. “Say my name.”

“Nico!” You cried, throwing back your head.

“That’s it, lover. You have all of me inside of you now. You’re full with my cock, and soon you’ll be full with my heir. How does it feel to know the only thing to ever breed you is a Fae?”

You whimpered every time he thrust upward into you. It still ached inside, but Nico’s words were filling your mind with other things than just discomfort. It felt so good to have him inside of you, even if your body was unused to a man’s cock.

Grabbing onto your neck, Nico held you upright as he laid down on the ground. He continued thrusting his hips up, fucking you from beneath. “This feels divine, lover, but I have no intention to make love to you tonight. I want you full of my seed.” Throwing you sideways by your neck, you landed on your back on the earth. Nico quickly mounted you again. You groaned when he stretched you for the second time. Now Nico was done being sweet, it seemed. He rolled his hips into you rapidly, propping his hands on either side of your head to angle himself upward into your sex. “I can feel your empty womb begging to be filled. You will bear me a healthy child, I can feel it,” Nico panted, fingers clawing into the dirt.

The familiar bundle of nerves was starting to swell again. You grasped onto Nico’s hips as they fucked you, opening your legs wider and meeting his thrusts with your own. You wanted to feel that high again, no matter the cost.

Nico chuckled. “See? Your body is mine now. It's responding to me all on its own. Do you want to cum again, lover? You will definitely take to my seed if you cum.” He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours sloppily. “I am going to make you suck me in deeper, sweet one. I am going to fill you with me until you’re bursting. You want that, don't you?”

Your eyes rolled back as you nodded. “Yes, Nico,” you whined, wrapping your legs around him.

Nico’s hips stuttered. His eyes shut and brows furrowed, his mouth a snarl as he said, “Cum, darling! Now!”

You stared up at him in bliss, watching his body twitch in its last effort to breed you. You felt the warmth of his climax fill you, pressing against your womb. When he looked down at you, his eyes glowed brighter than before in the dark. He looked so ethereal, even as he gritted his teeth in his last hard thrust. When you felt his final push reach your deepest point, and his cock swell with his orgasm, you finally came.

Arching your back away from him, Nico’s hands held you tight to his hips, locking your squirming body in place. You keened and moaned, whimpering his name in ecstasy. Your vision flickered, your muscles tightening as your veins pulsed with pleasure. When you were a panting, breathless mess, you both fell lax onto one another.

In the quiet moment after your coupling, you felt a sudden snap in the air. The energy around you buzzed, raising goosebumps on your skin. Nico held a hand to your trembling belly, and nodded, pleased. “You came through on your end of the bargain, sweet one,” he chuckled. “You have conceived my child.” Standing up, Nico was suddenly fully clothed.

You looked down to your own body: sweaty, dirty, and nude. You pressed a hand to your stomach, but you could feel nothing. You asked, “How can you be sure?”

The creature smiled, but said nothing. He turned and walked back to the edge of the trees. “You will return to your village and find it healthy and thriving,” he said into the darkness. “I cannot break my promise to you, and I cannot lie. So, know this, lover.” Spinning back toward you, his voice turned dark. “I expect you to take great care of my growing child. I will return to your bed every time the moon takes this shape to ensure that my property is healthy. Should I find that you are attempting to evade your responsibility, I will not hesitate to slaughter your village and make you watch.”

You gulped, fearful tears returning to your eyes. You cradled your abdomen, suddenly protective. “I promise, I will take care of them.”

The faerie smirked, and sauntered back to you. He crouched down, and almost sweetly kissed your forehead. “I know you will, sweet morsel. Farewell. I will see you soon enough.”

When you blinked, he was gone. You held your naked shoulders, curling into a ball on the ground. You were alone again.

But from the trees above, a pair of golden eyes watched over you, along with a pair of silver ones. “Titania will not be pleased, Nico.”

Nico smirked. “Perhaps not, Byron.”

Byron shook his head, watching the human girl stand and attempt to cover herself with the tatters of clothing that were left. “When she finds out that you have produced an heir without her approval, she will no doubt have the child and its mother killed.”

“Only if she can find them,” Nico said, watching over his lover as she walked away from the woods.

Byron’s brows furrowed. “You cannot seriously think that this girl will go willingly with you, do you?”

Nico shrugged. “I’ve watched her long enough to know what she will do when pushed in the right direction.”

“Is that why you had me summon that plague, then,” Byron asked, “for this girl’s attention?”

“Not just her attention,” Nico smiled, sated as he leaned back on the branch. “Her body, her affections, her spirit… I want it all.”

“She will neither fall for your tricks nor return your affections,” Byron said, crossing his arms.

Nico giggled wickedly. “We shall see. I have nine months to convince her.” Nico groaned, dragging a finger along his mouth. “And after tonight, I believe she will be much more easily persuaded.”

#god y'all are so welcome for this #got me HOT #nico fanfiction #nico meier #faerie #au #one shot #smut #midnight cinderella #midnightcindy #cindy writes for yall #what even is consistent tagging never heard of her

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the wedding date - chapter 4

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Percy piled his plate high with pancakes and blueberries. Annabeth went for fruit, scones, and bacon. The burden of saying hi and meeting people was eased with the crutch of having full mouths.

These were her old camp buddies, her close friends, but she could feel her social meter already running out. The constant circuit of greetings and small talk and introducing Percy had left her emotionally spent, but Percy was killing it. He was charming and goofy and greeted everyone so warmly. Annabeth was grateful he was here.

After they had chatted with Katie Gardener, her old fellow Cabin Leader, Percy excused himself to get more coffee. “Do you want me to get you anything?”

Annabeth shook her head, “No thanks. I’m actually gonna take a breather.” She motioned over to an alcove of the dining pavilion that was less crowded.

“Are you okay? We can leave,” Percy said, genuine worry in his eyes.

She flashed him a grateful smile, “Yes, I’m fine really. Just need a second. Go get your coffee.” She watched him walk over to the beverage table and didn’t miss how almost everyone’s eyes followed him.

She felt bare now without his hand on her back supporting her, physically and emotionally.

“Is that the elusive Annabeth Chase?”

Annabeth whirled around and was suddenly in a bear hug, literally. Her face was full of Hazel’s caramel curls and a huge mass of muscle, but when she saw her dearest friends, Frank and Hazel, she was beamed. “How are you guys!” She asked, not letting go of either of her friends’ arms.

“We’d be better visited us once in a while,” Hazel retorted, but there was love in her tone. She wore a yellow sundress that matched Frank’s tie. Theypulled off matchy-matchy without looking like they were trying too hard.

“Oh you know I’ve been meaning to, but—”

“We know, we know, you have work. Annabeth Chase the famous architect needs to be here to redesign the Manhattan skyline,” Frank teased.

“I—” Annabeth smiled, sheepishly, “Yeah, I do have work.”

“We know, and we’re so proud of you,” Hazel said, squeezing her arm, “But justoneweekend, fly out to New Rome. We’d love to see you more often.”

“I’ll try, Hazel,” and even though Annabeth had said that before so many times to Piper and Jason, the way Hazel and Frank looked her made her really mean it.

“And Annabeth, I heard from a little birdy that you brought a date?” Hazel teased, grinning at her. Annabeth watched Hazel and Frank’s gaze shift to Percy across the room, chatting to one of Jason’s random old relatives at the coffee table, signaling Piper had fully briefed them on Percy already.

“I did,” Annabeth said, challenginly.

“Why didn’t you tell us? Piper said she didn’t even know until you asked for a plus one like a month ago!”

Annabeth shrugged, “It all just happened, um, so fast.” She wasn’t lying. “I’m not sure if it was the right thing to bring him, actually. I brought a newcomer to camp, and now everyone’s staring at him.”

“Wrong, Annabeth,” Frank said, “Everyone’s staring because he’s so attractive.” Hazel’s expression read, he ain’t wrong.

“Oh,” Annabeth bit her lip, “That’s good, I guess?” It was better they were staring at him for that rather than staring at him for being some random stranger she bought to an intimate wedding. She wanted the subject of Percy off from Hazel and Frank. “By the way, did you guys, um, fly in with Luke?”

Hazel and Frank exchanged glances, warily. Annabeth noticed. “No, he flew in with Thalia this morning,” Hazel replied, “but he’s here. Around.”

Gratefully, Annabeth was saved from having to respond by superman. “Hazel, Frank!” Jason called from across the pavilion, waving them over.

“Whelp, Groomzilla beckons,” Hazel muttered, tugging her boyfriend towards Jason, “Can’t wait for you to introduce us to Percy later!”

As Hazel and Frank left her alone with her plate of now cold bacon, the reality of the situation dawned on Annabeth. She hiredand actor to come be her date at a wedding with her closest friends, her family. These people knew her better than anyone, even better than her roommate. They would definitely see right through her whole façade. She had brought Percy so she wouldn’t face Luke as some sad, single spinster, but it was already paying off greeting everyone and having someone at her back.

“Annabeth. Hello? Annabeth?”

Annabeth snapped out of her reverie. “Oh my gods, Thalia!” She threw her arms around the dark-haired girl in front of her. If anyone would see through her today, it was her oldest friend.

“What were you just thinking about? You looked so stress,” Thalia said, swiping a piece of bacon off Annabeth’s plate. She wore tight black dress that fell to mid-calf and reminded Annabeth of a pin-up girl. Her short black hair had new purple streaks from the last time she saw her.

“You know, just all this wedding stuff,” Annabeth recovered. “How you’ve been?”

“Busy,” Thalia bit off another piece of bacon, “Aren’t we all? But we all needed this weekend, I think. We need this time to be together. What about you, Annie? How you’ve been since the last time I saw you?”

Annabeth smiled, “I’m happy we’re all together too. I’m still recovering from you moving away. I have approximately one friend in the city now. You’re all over in California. So many of you moved out to New Rome these past few years. I was just talking to Hazel and Frank, I need to come out and see your new place. Did you end up buying that yellow couch?”

“No, I couldn’t haggle the price down. And also…well, actually, well, I moved again.”

“Thalia, what! You just moved across the country at the beginning of the year, and you’ve moved again? It’s only been like six months.”

“Yeah, but the commute to The Hunt was just so long, and there was a vacancy in, um, Luke’s building. So I moved to an apartment there.”

“Oh,” Annabeth could tell Thalia was studying her face for her reaction. She had to shift gears, “How is the new job?”

“It’s amazing,” Thalia said, “Moving all over again was worth it for this job. My boss, Artemis, is so cool. I love the company so much. It’s an all-female staff, and we go on this awesome company camping trips.”

“That’s fantastic!”

“Enough about me. Now tell me about you since I last saw you.”

“Well, I submitted my blueprints for the—”

“Not about work, Annabeth. You always talk about work. Tell me about your life! What are the new bars you’re going to? Who do you go out with now? Are you going out with anyone right now?”

“Well—”

“Oh my gods, actually. There’s the cutest guy I’ve ever seen here today. I don’t recognize him from camp, maybe he’s one of Jason’s cousins? But he’s so hot, and I think he’d be perfect for you—oh my gods, he’s walking over here right now.”

Percy returned from the coffee bar and kissed Annabeth on the cheek, “Got you a coffee, babe. Looked like you needed one. Hi, I’m Percy.” He stuck out his hand, smoothly transitioning to greeting Thalia.

Thalia gaped, but recovered quickly in true Thalia-fashion, “Oh, hey, I’m Thalia. Annabeth’s best and oldest friend. You’ve probably heard all about me already.”

Percy grinned, “Nice to meet you, Thalia. Of course I have. I’m Annabeth’s best and current boyfriend.” Damn, Annabeth thought. Percy was so smooth, she actually had never mentioned Thalia, but Percy lied so well that she believed that she had told him all about her.

Thalia grinned, “Oh, boyfriend.‘Beth didn’t mention the B-word. How long have you guys been dating?”

“-One month-“ “-Just a couple weeks-“

Annabeth paused, squeezing Percy’s arm, “We start counting from different times, but, um, we met about a month ago.”

Thalia raised an eyebrow, “Whirlwind romance?”

“Exactly.”

“Are you in the wedding party also?” Percy asked.

“I’d kill Jason if I wasn’t,” Thalia replied.

“Thalia is Jason’s sister,” Annabeth explained. Percy nodded.

“Have you met everyone already, Percy?”

“Almost,” Annabeth responded for him, “Still a couple people we haven’t gotten the chance to talk to. Like Reyna and Leo, they’ve been too busy running around doing Best Man and Maid of Honor stuff.”

“Right,” Thalia said, chugging the rest of her mimosa, “I won’t hog you two from the masses. Nice meeting you, Percy.”

Percy let out a whistle as Thalia walked away, “Wow, she has a, er, strong personality.”

Annabeth nodded, “Yep, that’s Thals for you. She’s one of my best friends. We were so close growing up. Her, me, and…” Annabeth coughed. “Any, there are still a couple people we need to say hi to. They’re over there.”

Annabeth pointed over to where two people were yelling at a catering waiter, one wiry man with curly dark hair wearing suspenders and a tall, dark haired beauty in a striking purple wrap dress, “That’s Reyna, the best man, and Leo, the maid of honor.”

“You mean the other way around?”

“Actually, I don’t. Reyna is Jason’s best friend and Leo threw a fit until Piper made him her maid of honor.” Percy nodded as Annabeth pointed them out in the crowd. “That buff Asian guy I was talking to is Frank, he’s another groomsman. That girl standing next to him is Hazel, she’s another bridesmaid with me. Do you see that goth looking kid standing by the muffins? Standing next to that blond guy? That’s Nico and his boyfriend. Dakota is another groomsman, but I think I heard that he couldn’t fly in until the rehearsal dinner. And you just met Thalia. The last bridesmaid is Piper’s sister, Drew.”

“Okay, there’s Leo, you, Hazel, and Thalia. And there’s Reyna, Frank, Nico, Dakota and who’s the last groomsman—” Percy asked, counting off on his fingers. He lost count when,

“Annabeth!”

“Leo!” Annabeth grinned, embracing her friend, “Long time no see, how are you—”

“Great, we’re doing pictures of the wedding party over by the front of the room in T-minus forty five seconds, so get over there, princess,” and then Leo was gone.

Annabeth shook her head, “That’s Leo for you.” She and Percy walked over to where the rest of the wedding party was gathering, and Leo was animatedly directing.

“Okay, let’s do Piper and her bridal bitches first, and then we’ll do Jason and his guapo groomsmen next.” Leo said, ushering people towards the front and pushing people away.

Percy fell back behind the photographer Annabeth let herself be positioned with the other bridesmaids.

“Which ones yours?” asked a handsome, blond, tan guy standing next to Percy behind the photographer.

“Oh, sorry, what?”

“I’m Nico’s boyfriend. That groomsman who looks like he’d rather be digging graves than be here right now?”

“Oh, I’m Annabeth’s boyfriend. My name’s Percy.”

“Will Solace. Nice to meet you.”

A woman with long, wavy auburn hair in a white dress joined their conversation, “And I’m Calypso. Leo’s lucky date,” She rolled her eyes when she said it. “Welcome to the wedding dates club, Percy.”

Will grinned, “Our job is to make sure oursignificant others don’t go crazy, so Piper and Jason don’t go crazy.”

As if on cue, Leo appeared and Calypso was already handing him his phone before he even opened his mouth, “You left it on the table this morning.”

Leo grinned, kissing her on the cheek, “Thanks, babe.” He went to go hand his phone to the photographer as well.

As the groomsman gathered, Will called over his shoulder, “Nico, your tie is crooked.”

Percy felt out of place so he just shot Annabeth two supportive thumbs up. She smiled gratefully.

The bridesmaids picture seemed to be taking longer than necessary because of dark haired girl in the front who was flirting with the photographer. From process of elimination, Percy assumed it was Piper’s sister, Drew.

Will muttered from next to Percy, “Holy Hephaestus, she’s trashed.”

Calypso giggled, “I saw her downing an entire tray of mimosas. They weren’t even that strong!”

“Being a wedding date is so fun,” Will said, “You just get to witness all the drama unfolding without being a part of it. But then you have to hear them all bitch about it later at night.”

Calypso handed Percy and Will fresh mimosas, “That’s why we drink up, boys. We’ll be standing on the sidelines watching them take pictures all weekend, might as well have fun.”

Percy took the drink and cheers them, “I don’t mind.”

After Annabeth’s cheeks hurt from smiling for so long and she saw that Percy was occupied with Will and Calypso, she slipped away from the pavilion for some fresh air. She hadn’t seen Luke yet with the whole wedding party gathered, and her nerves were getting tauter and tauter with every second she braced herself to see his face.

“Annabeth, hey.”

Snap.She knew that voice anywhere. Once upon a time, that voice could have roused her out of a coma. She felt like she was going to be sick. She turned on her heel to leave, but his hand caught her wrist. “Luke,” she choked out, “let go of me.”

Luke dropped her arm, and stepped close, “Come on, Annabeth.” His sandy hair was shorter than the last time she saw him. He probably cut it recently for the wedding. His grown out his facial hair was new from the last time she saw him, almost a year ago. Annabeth had always requested he didn’t do. She liked a clean shave. He looked older, more rugged. More handsome.

Annabeth didn’t want to, but she couldn’t help but study everything about him. She recognized every article of clothing he was wearing. She knew that navy blue suit was his favorite one to wear because it hugged his biceps and made him look toned. She knew he got that white polo from a sale from their favorite outlet mall they went to one of the weekends right before they broke up. She had bought him those boat shoes as a joke because they were so preppy, but he actually pulled them off.

“What, Luke?” she sighed. She hadn’t expected seeing Luke Castellan would be this hard.

“Can’t we be civil, Annabeth? Come on, it’s been almost been a year. Can’t we put this aside? For Piper and Jason?”

“Put this aside? What? Our history? Our whole relationship? A couple months, and I’m not supposed to be upset anymore?” Annabeth hadn’t seen him or contacted him in anyway since the day they broke up, and it was all coming out now. She realized she’d never gotten the words out, she’d never had time to grieve.

“Annabeth, please,” Luke continued with a steady voice. They were far away enough from the pavilion that no one would be able to hear them arguing, but he looked weary still.

“We were engaged, Luke. We were in the middle of planning our own wedding. And you left me. I can’t just ‘put it aside,” Annabeth spat out.

“I didn’t leave you, Annabeth. Don’t twist things. You knew that job at Kronos Corporations was all I’d ever wanted, all I’d worked for. I was going to be promoted, and you wanted me to choose between you and my career?”

“I wanted you to compromise! We had our life in New York. What about my job? We had a good life and you wanted us to uproot everything. And the reason I felt to goddamn stupidthe day you left without me was the day,” Annabeth’s voice caught. She could feel tears pricking in her eyes, “the day I was going to tell you that I was going to go with you.”

Luke looked pained, “Annabeth.” He reached for her.

“Stop. I-I’m here with someone.”

Luke’s arms grasped for her waist, “Annie, you don’t have to lie to me.”

Annabeth shied away, “I’m not.”

“Annabeth?” Percy appeared and stepped between the two, smoothly putting a barrier between her and Luke. He stuck out his hand, “Hey, I’m Percy, Annabeth’s boyfriend. You are?” She noticed his greeting lacked the warmth he had greeted all of her other friends with. Percy’s arm settled back around her waist, and she was surprised by how natural and comforted she felt with his arm on her waist.

Luke eyed Percy’s hand, his facial expression hardening. He shook Percy’s hand, “Luke Castellan. Old friend.” The handshake was typical enough, but Annabeth could tell from the veins on their forearms that it was quite the firm one.

“Well, I think they’re going to make some announcements now so we should head back. Shall we, Annabeth?” Percy said, already steering her away.

When they arrived back at the pavilion, Piper and Jason stood at the front of the room with the drunk girl from earlier. Drew was tapping on the mic loudly.

“Hi, everyone!” Everyone in the crowd jolted from the mic feedback, “Whoops, sorry,” Drew said, yanking the mic away from the speaker. Percy and Annabeth chose a spot towards the front next to Hazel and Frank.

“Welcome everyone! I’d like to say a few words for my beautiful sister who makes an even beautiful-er bride,” Drew giggled. She ironically still had a mimosa in her hand. “This day is so special for her and my soon-to-be half-brother-in-law Jason, but also for us former campers. Camp Half-Blood is home for all of us.” Drew spread her arms like Moses parting the Red Sea. “We get to share this special event and be reunited with everyone after so many years.” Drew slurred, “This reunion and celebration would’ve happened much sooner at the supposed-to-be wedding of the century last year, but we all know what happened. Actually, do we all know what happened—”

Annabeth’s stomach dropped, and Frank and Hazel’s face probably mirrored everyone else’s in the room as Drew made her speech, shock and horror. Annabeth turned away, about to make a break for it, but Percy surged forward, tripping over wires and grabbing the mic from Drew.

“Hey!” she protested.

“Um, hi,” Percy said into the mic, “I’m Percy. I, er, didn’t go to camp here. I only met Piper and Jason this morning, but after just five minutes of talking to them, they, er, showed me what love truly is. I’d like to propose a toast. To Piper and Jason!” Percy raised his empty hand.

The guests echoed, “To Piper and Jason!”

Jason walked over, sheepishly, and took the mic from Percy, “Wow, um, that was beautiful. Thank you, Drew. And Percy. I hope everyone had a lot a eat, we still have plenty of food left. Chiron has happily set up camp activities for us today. So after this, everyone go have fun!”

Percy walked back to Annabeth, ignoring the stares directed at him and her. He took her arm, steering her back towards Cabin 3. He wasn’t sure if that’s where they were supposed to be headed, but she was silent.

As they approached the valley of cabins Annabeth turned to him, “Thank you. For, um, intervening back there. I don’t know what Drew was thinking…”

“You’re welcome. I, um, I didn’t know that you had been engaged.”

“Yeah, we—”

“You don’t have to tell me.”

“I want to,” Annabeth said, “You deserve to know why you’re here.” The pavilion crowd had dispersed and most of the guests were headed straight towards camp activities so luckily, they were alone by the cabins.

“Luke and I started camp around the same time. He was a lot older, but he still hung out with me. We grew up together. I had a huge crush on him, but I thought he just thought of me as like a kid sister. He was my best friend. When we were older, we both knew the feelings were kind of there, but nothing ever happened until I came back from college. He was working in the city, and we started dating. I moved in with him. I think everyone knew we would end up together one day, so none of our friends were surprised when we got engaged only a year after we started dating. I’ve known him basically my whole life. Even though I was only twenty-four, he was thirty-one already. I was finally getting some of the bigger projects at my firm, we were in the middle of planning our wedding. It was supposed to be a June wedding at this exact time last year.

“Then, a couple months before our wedding, he got a call from this company he’s been trying to get involved with for years. They wanted him, finally, and it would be a huge promotion from his position at his dad’s shipping company. Except their headquarters is in San Francisco. Luke wanted to postpone the wedding so we could relocate to California. And I didn’t want to leave New York. I was finally getting traction as an architect, and we had a life, something permanent here and he wanted to throw it all away.”

Annabeth sat down on the bench outside of Cabin 3, almost like the weight of the story was too much for her stand.

“It was a huge fight. I ended up leaving and packing a bag and crashing on Thalia’s couch. After days of moping, I went back to our apartment, fully intending on making up with him and agreeing to move to California, but he was gone. Our apartment was all packed up and he was in a U-Haul with half of our things. The worst part was I’d already mailed out our save-the-dates,” she muttered, bitterly.

“This was the first time I saw him, well the first time I saw basically everyone since we called off the wedding. I almost didn’t come, but I couldn’t do that to Piper and Jason. So that’s why I hired you,” she trailed off, looking at Percy.

Percy held out his hand to her, “I respect what you’re doing. He’s an asshole, and you shouldn’t have to face him alone. I’m glad I’m here.”

Annabeth took his hand, standing up. He was looking at her so kindly and sincerely with those beautiful green eyes. He didn’t release her from his grasp. They were so close. If Annabeth tilter her chin forward, they’d be kissing.

When his lips were about to brush hers, she breathed, “I don’t know if you’re okay with anything physical.”

“I’m an actor, Annabeth, I kiss in shows all the time. But it’ll cost you, that’ll be another $500.”

Annabeth blinked, pulling away from him and cracking a smile, “I hope it won’t resort to that, but good to know you’re prepared.” She opened the door and slipped into Cabin 3.

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not so typical love song - ch. 3/13

Chapter Title: Strawberries & Cigarettes

Words: 1,741

Art by @lizzybizzyo! <3

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Over the course of the next few weeks, Nico and Blue exchanged numerous emails. Whether he was at school, at home, or anywhere in between, Nico did his best to reply as soon as possible. It even ended in his phone being confiscated a few times in a couple different classes. Nico couldn’t help it, though; every time a new email popped into his inbox there was an unfamiliar fluttering in his heart and itching in his hands to reply just to hear what Blue had to say.

One morning Nico had forgotten to set his alarm, and in his rush to school had no time to read the most recent email from Blue, much less respond to it. He snuck out of lunch and headed for the library and their computers that afternoon. It was a risky task, considering their computers were right there in the open and anybody, including Blue himself, could walk behind him, but it was a risk Nico was willing to take. The service at their school was beyond shitty; Nico really wasn’t in the mood for waiting half an hour just for the email to load. And something about their most recent conversation had Nico’s heart racing.

He had suggested a John Snow costume for himself before casually asking Blue what he planned on dressing up as. He knew for a fact that the Stoll brothers were once again hosting their famous Halloween party that nearly the entire school showed up to. As long as it wasn’t something stereotypical like a pirate or a ghost, there was a chance Nico might be able to at least scope out who Blue may be. It was no secret that Nico’s curiosity was growing on who was behind all the emails, but Blue was a private person and refused to give out too many details.

Nico logged in quickly to his gmail and opened the unread notification in his inbox.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Date: Oct 28 at 6:07 AM

Subject: Re: Halloween Costumes

I’m sure you would look great in a John Snow costume. Not just anyone can pull off that hair, but something tells me that you can. Anyone would be lucky to have you as a trick or treater.

I’m not dressing up for Halloween though. My mom has this tradition of going to the Halloween open mic night at some bar, which leaves me stuck at home handing out candy. (Don’t worry, I still have pumpkin sweater to wear for the occasion. It’s the ugliest thing you’ll probably ever see.)

For me, Halloween is all about the Oreos with the orange frosting in the middle. I’m not usually one to indulge in a lot of sweets, but chocolate is my downfall. And those Halloween edition Oreos are a personal favorite of mine.

-Blue

While Nico was disappointed to not get any more of a lead on who Blue was, he still felt himself smiling at the Oreo obsession.

He typed out a response as quickly as he could, hoping to still be able to make it back to lunch so he could eat before the period was over.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Date: Oct 28 at 12:37 PM

Subject: Re: Halloween Costumes

It’s unfortunate that you’re not dressing up, I feel like you would be someone to come up with a witty costume but it’s actually GOOD. (i.e. not the ‘holy cow’ costume I did with my friend a few years back with involved cow onesies and angel wings and halos. Never again.) At least you aren't crushing that childhood trick or treater spirit with that pumpkin sweater, which I hope one day I get to see.

And you’re not wrong about the Oreos. I hope whichever party I’m being dragged along to this weekend has them because they are freaking delicious.

-Angel

He attached a gif of cartoon pumpkins floating down onto an Oreo cookie that was already covered in orange frosting. Just as Nico hit send, Mr. Brunner wheeled up to him.

“Hey, Nico!” Mr. Brunner said. “How are you? You’re smiling pretty big, so there must be something good going on!”

“Oh, um,” Nico cleared his throat as he quickly put the computer to sleep. “Nothing crazy. Just checking grades. I got an A on my English paper.” He actually got a B+, but he needed a coverup quick before Mr. Brunner asked any more questions.

Thankfully, it worked. “Oh, great job!” Mr. Brunner said, placing his hand on Nico’s shoulder. “I’m glad to see you’ve been pretty happy these past few weeks.”

Nico forced a laugh. “Uh, yep. Just having a good month.”

“Good, good.”

There was a few seconds of silence before Nico spoke again. “Anyway, uh, I need to get back to lunch. Have a good day, sir.” He turned quickly, barely catching Mr. Brunner raising an eyebrow at the formal tone. He nearly ran straight into Octavian as he rushed out the library, who just gave him a dirty look, which Nico ignored.

“Where have you been?” Reyna asked once he reaches the courtyard. The weather was nice today, not too cold, unlike the past days that month, so the school allowed students to eat outside if they chose.

Nico dropped down in the seat next to her. “Library. Just checking grades.”

Reyna nodded, clearly not completely believing him. “Here are your burnt tots because you have horrible taste,” she said, thankfully dropping the subject and also said tater tots onto Nico’s tray.

Nico nodded in thanks, before picking the not-quite-ripe banana off his tray. “And here is your green banana because you like disgusting things,” he shot back as he handed it to her. Reyna only hummed in agreement.

Piper looked between the two of them, brow furrowed.. “You guys are weird.”

“You get used to it after a while,” Jason sighed next to them.

They continued to chatter as Will, Cecil, Lou Ellen, and the Stoll brothers slid onto the other two empty benches around their table. Nico ripped open a pack of Oreos that he had brought, which earned him a small lecture from Piper about eating dessert before he had lunch.

“Am I right, Will?” she asked the boy across the table once she’s finished.

Will just shrugged and nodded. “Sure.”

“Thank you.”

As Piper went back to her conversation with Jason and Reyna about halloween costumes, Will nudged his hand. Surprised, Nico looked up at him.

“Oreos,” Will smiled. “I love those. Halloween ones are the best.”

Nico laughed shakily, but it felt like his heart had just leapt to his throat. “Yeah, though good luck trying to get any of mine this time. I don’t give up that easy,” he managed.

“You’re in luck then,” Will said with a grin as he reached into his back pocket “—because I brought my own.” He displayed a package nearly identical to the one Nico was holding, but with orange filling rather than the classic white cream ones in Nico’s hand.

He laughed with Will, but his mind was racing.

Did he just find Blue?

Was is possible that he would find Blue so early on? They had only been talking for about a month, there was no way Blue would drop it easily.

And yet, part of him could hear Will’s voice echoed in some of the emails he’s received. He can imagine Will laughing at his awkward childhood stories, or blushing as he types out one of his own. They’re goofy, fun messages while still being reserved. It would fit for Will.

“Nico? Nico—” Piper waves her hand in his face, zapping him from his trance and tearing his gaze away from Will who, thankfully, was too wrapped up in a conversation with Cecil to notice him staring. “Hello? Anybody home? What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing, sorry. Just tired. Uh, what’s going on?” He blinked a few times, focusing back on Piper. Her brow was furrowed, but she didn’t say anything.

“Just planning the Halloween party,” Travis said from across the table, high-fiving his brother. “Our mom’s out of town for the week again, so we’re going full swing. Everybody’s invited!”

Nico just smiled at the enthusiasm. The Halloween party had been tradition since their freshman year, and it was only getting bigger as they got older. Being surrounded by a bunch of drunk kids wasn’t usually Nico’s choice of event, but this was the only party he ever really attended, so he could stand it. Once a year, at least.

“You are going, right?” Will asked. “Because I couldn’t do karaoke alone.” Nico was surprised that Will was asking him. Maybe deep down he knew something too.

“Yeah,” Nico smiled. “Yeah, I’m going.”

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Nico found himself watching Will in their environmental science class. It’s last period, the only class they had together. Will sat two rows over from him, and further in the back while Will sits up close to the teachers desk.

Blue’s most recent email, which he received shortly at his lunch, plays in his head. But this time, he hears it all in Will’s voice.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Date: Oct 28 at 1:21 PM

Subject: Re: Halloween Costumes

I’m glad to see we are in agreement about the Oreos, that would have been a dealbreaker for me.

On a totally different, non-cookie related note: is it weird that I have no idea what you look like but I can’t stop thinking about kissing you?

-Blue

Nico sucked in a breath, hearing those words over and over again, the test in front of him forgotten. Instead, he watched as Will’s curls bounce when he leaned forward, and Nico could just barely see a glimpse of his pink tongue dart from between his lips for just a second as he concentrated. He watched freckled, tan skin that lead from his neck and under his shirt, down his arms all the way to his palms. They danced like stars as Will scribbled in another answer.

“Nico,” the teacher called, and Nico quickly looked over to him. “Eyes on your own paper.”

He’s about to look away when Will turned around and time seemed to stop for a moment. Will flashed a soft smile and shook his head at him. Nico smiled and rolled his eyes back, but inside, it felt like he might explode.

#solangelo #nico di angelo #will solace #pjo #heros of olympus #nstls #pjo hoo big bang

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slackingsatan · 5 years

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Hi!! So I can see Nico spoiling the FUCK out of Levi. So an AU were Nico isn’t under Link, he’s a super super super successful&rich, and he just loves to spoil his little bean.

AAAAAAAAAAA AM SORRY I’VE BEEN GONE FOR A FEW DAYS. THERE’S BEEN LIKE TRAINING AND PRODUCTION STUFF WORK AND SHITS. FEELING SICK AS WELL… LOL ALRIGHT HERE WE GO..

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So here some notes.

RichBoi!Nico AU

- In this timeline, Nico took another career path and became successor of some family business.

- His company is one of the benefactors of Grey-Sloan and other hospitals, especially hospitals that encourage medical advances and breakthroughs. Having a different career path doesn’t mean that his passion for medicine died.

- He visits Grey-Sloan and there he met Dr. Levi Schmitt, a surgical intern. Levi thought he was some patient’s relative and he escorted Nico to the waiting area.

- Levi is a clueless tiny bean about who he is. Taryn and Dahlia kinda recognized him. Casey knows about him because Nico’s company is a medical tech company. Casey would be the reason Levi would know about how big Nico’s empire and name is.

- Yeah teenie tiny Levi so clueless about the fact that every equipment of Grey-Sloan has Kim written all over it, and he doesn’t know AT ALL

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How they first meet

“U-Uh sir there’s a waiting area for relatives and family members.” A young looking nerdy doctor said.

Wait, is he talking to me? Nico thought with confusion.

“I’m not really a-”

“I’ll escort you there.” The young looking doctor interrupted Nico’s explanation.

He doesn’t know me? It’s the first time that happened to Nico, that a doctor doesn’t know who he is. Every hospital he’s ever visited would recognize him. He’s like the Elon Musk of medical technology. He thought that no doctor in this world would not know of his name. He build an empire of medical tech and paved way to future medicine after all.

Nico followed the young clueless doctor, but with a bit of a distance between them in order to examine this rare specimen.

Light blue scrubs at Grey-Sloan? Must be an intern. He thought, still confused since even interns still know who Nico Kim is.

The young doctor opened a door towards the waiting area. He then gestured a ‘come-here’ hand gesture.

That’s cute. Nico thought and smirks while approaching the young looking doctor towards the waiting area. Come to think of it, he looks cute too.

“O-Okay. A doctor will come here and update you.” The young looking doctor broke the silence.

He still thinks I’m a patient relative. Nico giggled a little bit.

“I’ll be going now.”

The young doctor was about to go.

“What’s your name?” Nico asked, not going to miss a chance to know this cute little child doctor.

“Dr. Levi Schmitt.” Levi replied. “But everybody calls me glas- y’know what.. it’s just Dr. Schmitt.”

There’s a huge amount of trauma at the pit so Dr. Schmitt had to leave. If only there’s a bit of time to ask his number, Nico would have done that. He thought about it and Levi’s his type of guy he would date. Cute, nerdy, and sweet.

Next time I’ll ask him out.

“Thank god you’re here, Mr. Kim.” A doctor said and relieved that she found Nico at last. “My name Dr. Miranda Bailey, Chief of Surgery, and I’ll be touring you.” Dr. Bailey said enthusiastically.

“Hi, and please, lead the way.” Nico said politely.

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How they met, 2nd time

Levi drank with his friends at Joe’s after a long ortho session with Dr. Link.

“I’ve never done ortho before!” Levi exclaimed and sighed. He’s venting his stress out.

“Are we playing never have I ever?” Taryn said sarcastically. “Okay, never have I ever dropped my glasses at an open abdomen.”

Dahlia laughed so hard that she almost slipped her drink.

“ha Ha haarr.” Levi laughed sarcastically. Annoyed, he thought two can play that game. “Well how’s the secret crush at Dr. Grey.”

“Ooooh. Who wouldn’t though? But in a non-romantic way of course.” Dahlia said.

“Wow!” Taryn shocked at the foul move, and recovered quickly. “For the record, hear her talk about Christina Yang and tell me if you think she’s straight.”

They laughed and tell stories about how their day went. Casey was still on shift, so he’ll join next time.

Levi’s going to order another drink when a tall handsome man brushed a cold beer bottle towards his hands. It’s the patient relative that he escorted before.

“Rough day?” Tall handsome man said. “You need a drink.”

“T-thanks.” Levi replied and confused with the kind gesture. “B-but here I can pay-” He’s about to reach for his wallet when Mr. Handsome stopped him.

“No need. You owe me a drink next time.”

“Okay.” Levi replied and still confused. Wow he’s hunky, and ripped, and chiseled, like a model. Like a roman stature. Geez, what am I thinking?

Mesmerized, Levi asked for the tall handsome man patient relative’s name.

“It’s Nico.” Nico responded. “By the way, I’m not a relative of a patient.. just so we’re clear, I was checking medical equipment.”

“What? But you’re wearing a suit.. aand uh” Levi’s more confused and now embarrassed since he escorted him away and thought he was some patient’s relative. “I’m sorry.”

Nico was wearing a suit on that day. He doesn’t look like IT or tech support. Levi thought. Now, he’s wearing a smart casual outfit. Stylish techy tall handsome tall venti guy. Interesting.

Nico’s phone rang.

“It’s okay. Have to go. Remember you owe me a drink.”

“Saturday?”

“Saturday.”

Nico left to answer a call. Taryn and Dahlia went to Levi.

“So that’s a date?” Taryn smiled and giggled.

“N-no it-s nott a date” Levi got all flustered and in denial.

“Trust me it’s a date. He asked you out for drinks.”

“He looks familiar.” Dahlia added.

“He sure does, we only saw a glimpse of him so i dunno.” Taryn shrugged.

“He works as IT or something.” Levi explained. “He was checking medical equipments and I thought he was a patient’s relative so I escorted him towards the waiting room. And now I owe him a drink. Nothing more.”

Dahlia and Taryn laughed.

“How can you have mistaken him for a relative?” Taryn asked after laughing.

Dahlia laughed harder.

“Pheww haah wa-wait.” Dahlia took a breather. “Anyways, it looks like you’ve hit a jackpot!”

“I told you, it. Is. Not. A. Date.” Levi’s still not convinced, but deep inside he’s excited about it.

“Whatever floats your boat.” Taryn said.

“… Whatever makes you sleep at night.” Dahlia added.

And they drank again, because tomorrow it’s back to work.

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Let’s skip to when they’re together and Nico spoils him hard on one of their dates

It’s been a while since they’ve seen each other. Levi was busy with fellowship and Nico’s managing his business. They treasure the times that they could meet, and then hope for those times to happen.

They have a day for themselves, at last. Nico planned an extravagant date. He doesn’t really mind to spend money for Levi.

The night before their date, Nico waited for Levi’s shift to end inside his sportscar. Levi’s shift ended. They talked about what happened to them over the past few days, even though they always talk through phone or chat.

“… and I was about to c-cut thee .. the..”

Tired, he slept midsentence when he was telling a story about his recent patient.

Cute. Nico thought and drove the sleeping bean to his house. He had planned the night as well. There was a scheduled full body massage and jacuzzi in case Levi wanted to splash the stress away as well.

Levi felt relaxed and happy because he’s spending time with Nico. Tonight is relaxation… and another kind of stress relief IYKWIM. Tomorrow is the real date.

Levi wanted to sneak and make breakfast for Nico, but Nico’s hired chef had already made breakfast. Breakfast is served on a long table full of Levi’s favorite foods. He was surprised with the enormous amount of food. But Levi wanted to cook for both of them, not that he was against letting other people cook their food. It was supposed to be their time. And he wanted to show Nico how much he loves him too.

“Ohh… Uh.. Hi.” Levi greeted the people inside the kitchen and the dining area.

“Good morning, sir!” The personal chef greeted the tiny bean and proceeds to introduce the dishes. Nico went down a minute later.

“Good morning, hun.” Nico said and kisses Levi. “Let’s eat.”

“Good morning.” Levi replied, smiled and then asked. “Isn’t this a bit too much?”

“Too much? Don’t you worry and just eat.”

I really wanted to cook breakfast. Levi thought, and then dismissed it since it’s their time and no negative thoughts.

Next, Nico and Levi went to shop clothes. Levi insisted not to since he has a lot of clothes already but Nico wants Levi to have new nice things.

“Try everything on him.” Nico said calmly, but like in an order.

“Yes, sir.” The staff replied. Levi looks amazing on everything, and he almost thought that Nico would buy the whole damn store (he bought half of the store.)

Next, for their lunch, there’s a reservation on one of those fancy restaurants that it cost a fortune for just a glass of water.

“Uhhh are you sure this is okay?” Levi said, because those prices can kill a middle class man.

Nico chuckled. He remembered this scenario when Levi hasn’t realized who he is.

— Flashback—

Nico invited Levi to dinner, and Levi is surprised that it’s in a fancy restaurant.

“Uhh Nico we can’t afford this.” Levi said while computing what he has to order.

“It’s my treat, anyways.” Nico said, and he touched Levi’s hand above the table for reassurance.

“Y’know that I’m just a surgical intern right? And idk you work like IT or Tech…. these prices are just… wow… we can just bail…” Levi whispered.

Actually, I’m the President of KMS Corporation (Kim Medical System Corp.)

“Trust me I got this.” Nico reassured.

–end of Flashback—

Levi seems a bit troubled, and Nico have noticed it. They stumbled across some sort of arcade shop. Levi wanted to try it and Nico was persuaded easily. Nico wanted to win him the big teddy bear on top of the shelf, it cost like 30000 tickets. One of the fastest way to gain tickets is a shooting game. Nico went and bought tons of tokens to try the shooting game with Levi. It turns out that Levi is good at these types of games. Levi won like 70% of their shared tickets. Nico saw Levi’s genuine smile and laugh for the first time today.

“You didn’t enjoy today didn’t you?” Nico said.

“W-What? Can’t you see I’m enjoying it? We can actually collect 30000 tickets! Or even more than that!” Levi replied, excited to get some prices.

“I mean like when we ate breakfast and when we shopped you clothes. Also, when we had lunch. If something’s bothering you, tell me.”

“It’s not that I didn’t enjoy it. It’s just that I’m not used to having fancy things, or like a fancy lifestyle… I actually wanted to make you breakfast this morning…. I want to show you how much I love you, too.” Levi explained, and then touched Nico’s fingertips with his own.

“You wanted to make me breakfast?”

“Y-Yeah.. I’m actually good at cooking, FYI!”

“How about dinner?”

“Oh absolutely! B-But maybe you have plans, I don’t want to interfere.”

Adorable! I want to squeeze him like a tiny teddy bear! Nico thought.

“No worries, let’s go with your plan. Let’s go grocery shopping.”

Nico cancelled like this ferris wheel dinner where for each loop at the ferris wheel, there will be new servings. He didn’t let Levi know, he wants him to not worry about such things. They went grocery shopping together, picking up ingredients. Levi’s going to cook German cuisines and then Nico will teach him about Korean cuisines as well. So the bought enough for both German and Korean food.

It might not be the most romantic and fancy dinner they’ve had, but it’s the moment that has value more than its financial worth.

#SCHMICO #AM SORRY I WAS GONE FOR LIKE DAYS #THERE WAS LIKE PRODUCTION SHITS AND ALSO TRAINING #WORK INTERFERED #HERE IS WHAT I COULD THINK OF #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #AM A BIT SICK #BUT STILL MOVING #SCHMICO AU #SLACKING ASKS #AU

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ur-mom-kayn · 5 years

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Happy Father’s Day

A little story about Vergil and Nero. DMC 5 Spoiler are included!

Several months passed after that 15th of June. After Dante and Vergil jumped into the underworld to cut the Qlipoth tree and close the gate from the other side, Nero took over the business meanwhile. Together with Nicoletta Goldstein, he traveled from A to B to root out the remaining demons in Red Grave City, so that the city became habitable again. Trish and Lady also helped out and took orders from Morrison to secure the rental of the Devil May Cry. The situation is pretty much normalized. While the ladies always ordered pizza, Nero preferred Kyrie's homemade. No delivery service is better than her. Fortunately, Fortuna was not far away from the others, so Nero always got home in the evening.

A big disadvantage had Dante's disappearance. Nero had far too many women around him. One was enough for him. He desperately needed male reinforcement again. Since he learned that he has a family, he was all the more eager for it. Unfortunately, immediately after he found out, he lost both family members. It was strange to feel something like yearning for a man who had missed all his development as a man. Vergil really deserved the award for the worst father of the year. First, separate his son's right arm and then disappear into the underworld.

All his life he lacked male role models. Credo was the only one who could show him to be a man. But even he had to find out for himself. Nero had little choice but to fight his way through life and find his own way. Looking back, he is very happy that he became a man on his own. Neither his father nor his uncle is suitable for a role model. Nor their dealing with conflicts or with women suits Nero. They fight like children and try to kill each other. Not to mention that they indiscriminately sleep with women and cannot remember their names the next day. Such a man Nero didn't want to be and he is not. Unlike the idiots, he loves and honors his girlfriend. For her, he would run through hell and take on any torture just to save her. Kyrie was his sun and at the same time the person who keeps him on the ground. She never asked questions about his job and distracted him from everyday stress. Her voice was that of an angel, even though she didn’t have the same musical taste as him, he was her biggest fan. In his eyes, she was just perfect.

...

Right now he was sitting at the dinner table with Kyrie, happily feeding her casserole. She had cooked too much again. Today, the house was exceptionally empty. No Nico, Trish or Lady. Everyone came to visit them constantly. Today, however, the couple remained under themselves and that was a good thing. Sometimes the others were just exhausting. While Nero was stuffing his stomach, Kyrie was preparing more things. "Honey now sit down for a while. I can not eat any dessert here anymore. I'm already overwhelmed enough." "But you need the energy. You have to become big and strong, after all," Kyrie joked. "Very funny. Now plant yourself and eat with me. Otherwise, it'll be cold." "Give me another 5 min." Nero let it to discuss with her. When he decided to continue eating, the doorbell rang. "Kyrie? Are you expecting visitors?" "No, but do you still want to look?"

Since the incident in the garage, Nero has been extra careful while opening doors. He could easily refrain from losing limbs again. As he remembered this incident, he looked into the face of the man who had put him in this position. "V-V Virgil? I mean, father? What are you doing here? How did you get out of the underworld?" "No hello?" Nero remained speechless for a while. He did not know exactly how to handle the unexpected visit. If Dante stood in front of him, he would have stupidly flogged and messed with him. But with Vergil was not so much fun.

"Yeah sure. Hello. Do you want to answer one of my questions now?" "One thing I can actually answer for you and that’s why I am here. I think my last visit was not very enjoyable. Also, I had no idea that I have a son. I just followed the energy of Yamato and everything else did not bother me a shit. Can you understand?" "No, I can not. I'm not going to cut a stranger's arm off just because he has the Red Queen. That's stupid." "We have different views. But whatever. At first, you did not care. I did not want to have anything to do with you or otherwise have a family connection. But the longer I was in hell with Dante, the more he told me about you. I became curious and had become friends with the idea of owning a son. Do not get me wrong. This is not supposed to be a reunion here. I just want to meet you as long as you feel like it."

He definitely did not expect that. Slamming the door in front of him did not work, but pretending that nothing had happened felt wrong. Nevertheless, Nero overcomes himself. "I can not leave now. There is still a pile of a casserole on the table and someone has to eat it, otherwise, my girlfriend will be uncomfortable. So if you do not already have plans, you can really join this time." "Thank you for welcoming me with open arms," Vergil answered, just walking past Nero into the house. "Hey! No jokes about that." Nero closed the door behind them and showed him the way to the kitchen.

The first thing he noticed was Kyrie, who was also preparing a cheesecake. Hopefully, Vergil behaved towards her. "Hey, Nero. Who brought you there?" Kyrie approached Vergil and looked closer into his face. "Dante? No. But the face is so similar. Ehm, I'm glad to meet you. I am Kyrie, Nero's girlfriend." Amiable as she was, she sincerely extended a hand to Vergil to greet him. Vergil looked puzzled at first but took the handshake like a normal person. "The pleasure is mine. I'm not Dante, but his older twin brother Vergil and the old gentleman of the boy next to me." Nero could see clearly how Kyrie froze a little bit. I hope she did not turn now. "Did I say something wrong?" "No, I think she did not prepare to meet her future father-in-law. Come let us sit." Nero went ahead and sat down. Kyrie fetched dishes for Vergil and then sat next to Nero, where Vergil sat in front of him.

"So, is it really that far, or are you not engaged?" Confused, Kyrie and Nero looked at each other. "Ehm, we never talked about the possibility of a wedding. We are still relatively young. That was more of a joke than serious earlier." Nero said visibly nervous. He did not want to say anything wrong and annoy Kyrie. She smiled confidently and hooked on Nero's right arm, which was the normal human arm at the time. "Nevertheless, I was somewhat surprised to meet the other son of Sparda out of nothing. I'm basically overwhelmed with your family history. "Vergil looked skeptically at Kyrie. "How is that meant?" "Well, you should know that Kyrie believes in a religion where Sparda resembles a deity. The fact that she was allowed to meet Dante was an ‘honor’ for her, and when it came out that I'm practically the grandson of Sparda, that brought the cask to overflow." Nero had to smile over it again and again. "Hey, do not make fun of me. What else is left to us humans than to hope for a savior?", Justified his girlfriend. "Sry, it's funny. You know me as a human. Then we come closer, suddenly I am a demon and save your life, we become a couple and a long time later you find out that you are in fact with the grandson of your Almighty together. That's just the funniest thing I've ever heard." "Yeah, but I love you for your personality and not for your roots." "I know, I just wanted to joke you." Nero patted Kyrie on the head as if she were a good kitten. He realized that she was blushing slightly.

Vergil watched the spectacle and began to eat. Nero stopped annoying Kyrie and also continued his meal. His girlfriend recovered and smiled happily. "And does it taste good? May I bring you something to drink?" "It tastes excellent. Haven’t eaten anything so good for a long time. I do not want to cause you any trouble, but a glass of water would be just right." Vergil was surprisingly polite. Nero did not know this side of him. Basically, he did not know him. So far, he was only allowed to see the bad side. That he had good, he dared to doubt strongly. But right now he seemed like a gentleman to him or maybe that was just his style for appearing well with women. Anyway, Kyrie seemed quite flattered and brought Vergil his drink. "Thank you". he replied as he took the glass.

"So I just ask again, what's Dante doing?" Nero asked curiously. "Hm? This idiot? Well, he's definitely with his girls and eating pizza." "So you did not fight any further and returned home together?" Vergil grinned and shook his head lightly. "I think it would be a lie if I said that we had not fought each other. Of course, we hit each other's heads at every opportunity. But as soon as a horde of demons arrived, we switched focus. We have agreed that it is much fun to fight, as we end it by death." "Then you have settled your dispute?" "Postponed," Vergil answered curtly. Nero was satisfied with the answer. He would not get out any more.

For a while, nobody spoke a word. They ate quietly and exchanged eye-to-eye contact from time to time. "Hey honey, it would be alright for you if I go for a walk with Vergil," Nero broke the silence. "Of course. As long as you only get well and well home, I do not much care what you do." "Thank you for your confidence." Nero leaned into Kyrie and kissed her gently on her cheek. Then he got up and brought his plate to sink. Vergil wanted to do it like him, but then Kyrie stopped him. "Let me do that. Just amuse you both. ", She smiled at him. Vergil then left the dishes and went out of the door. Nero quickly grabbed his weapons and joined him. "Where should we go?", His father asked him. "No clue. The main thing is that we are among us.", He countered. "Does your girlfriend bother you?" "No. I just do not want her to hear me speak real talk. I tend to give one or two bad words. She knows that I am like that, but still I try to avoid it." "You realize that she is a saint." "Of course! She is way too good for me. She is such a great person and I... am a monster. Often I have to listen to why Kyrie is ever with such a guy like me. "

Vergil laughed amused. "She loves you. What does it itch you, what others think of your relationship with her? Should not you just be interested in her opinion?" The two men just walked down the street with no apparent goal. "Yes. Ultimately, I'm only interested in her opinion. Which is also why I try to be a better person and curse less. Oh, what am I talking about, I'm not even a human." "But you are. I only slept with human women, if I recall correctly, and I myself am half human. Demon or not. Your actions characterize you and not your race. My dad was a demon too, but was he evil? I do not think so. The same goes for you. You have a healthy sense of justice." "Was that a compliment?" Nero questioned. His father only shrugged his shoulders.

"Maybe you are right. What about you? Are you evil? "Vergil raised an eyebrow in question. "That is, I think, a matter of opinion. I do not want to answer the question." "You basically do not like answering anything. Come on. Let's have a drink, maybe I'll finally find out what kind of man my father is." Nero feels like in a cat and mouse game. He had to tickle information out of Vergil and he does that only by telling things about himself and only giving Vergil his reaction to it. Annoying as he found. "Do you drink alcohol?" Vergil asked. "No, but I can start with that. And you?" "I never say no to good scotch. But compared to my brother, I behave more than a nun." Nero laughed uncontrollably. He knew for sure that Dante liked to let it crack as soon as he had a little money. Or he ate full of Strawberry Sundae. "Honestly, I'm more worried about his fast food consumption. A miracle that his body is still in good condition." "In fact, it has its advantages to be a demon. I've stopped counting how many times we put a sword in our guts. Do you have a number?"

Nero really had to think. It was definitely countable. "So once in the strange laboratory of Agnus. The sword was 20-30 cm wide. Was a little fucked by it. Fortunately, the broken Yamato was in the background and I instinctively repaired it and used it to get out of the shit. The other times were already you in our fight on the tree." "So you say you repaired my sword?" "Seems like that." Vergil put his hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye. "Then I have to thank you. Thanks ..." He quickly removed his hand and entered the pub, where they stood for a few seconds. Right at the entrance, the two were looked awry. Immediately Nero drove to the counter and told the innkeeper that they were devil hunters. The innkeeper gave the guests a hand signal, so they all calmed down. "Apparently you often go with your weapons in such places.", Vergil remarked. "Not really. But as a devil hunter, you'll always look wryly when you run bloodied through the streets ... Two double scotches, please." Nero ordered.

The innkeeper looked closely at Nero. "Boy, sure you're of legal age?" "That's fine. I am his father." The innkeeper said nothing and handed them their order. "Thanks," Nero said to him. "Why?" Vergil asked, startled. "Because you called me your son. I thought I meant nothing to you." "Would we sit here otherwise?" Vergil snapped. "Yes, but I thought that you would just want to get to know me. And I also want to get to know you. So, what are you doing in your spare time? Except arguing with my uncle." "Not much. I am very well read. I enjoy spending my time in libraries and broadening my horizons. Because knowledge is power. And what are you doing, other than Dante's inheritance?" "Not much either. I like to screw and work on my van. But otherwise, I spend my free time with my girlfriend."

"And what are you doing together, except to fuck." Nero could not quite grasp that he called things by their name. He took a long sip of scotch, so his throat burned from the inside. "I ... would you please not use the word fuck when it comes to my girlfriend? She is my sanctuary. I do not want such words to be associated with her." "Okay, I'm revising my testimony. What are you doing besides love?" "No idea. Chilling? I mostly listen to her singing and smile at her. I know that sounds pretty boring." "You do not have to impress me. I can understand, if you slaughtered demons all day long, that you want to be quiet in the evening, then. I am no different. I mean, I really just read books, besides my argument with Dante. So just stay honest."

Somehow he was right. Whether boring or not. That's how he was. And Vergil also seemed to be a boring person privately. Maybe they had similarities, except for the look. Nero looked around the bar and saw some free billiard tables in the corner. "Hey, have you ever played pool billiards?" "In the youth, it's one or two times. Want to challenge me? Are you aware of the rules?" "Pff. I've done Dante several times already. Let's get the place mixed up." Nero drank the rest of his drink and put money on the counter so it was enough for him and his dad. Together with Vergil he went to one of the tables and exchanged his sword for a billiard Cue stick. "Who's supposed to kick off?" Vergil asked. "Age before beauty." Nero joked. His father did not let him say that a second time and started for the first shot. With a certain elegance and a degree of finesse, he pushed a whole bullet into the hole, leaving half for Nero. "Tch. Beginner luck," he mocked. "Oh really? And then what about this." Vergil started again to play the brown ball over the gang. As if that were planned, the ball landed again in the hole. "Played because of times in the youth. You're doing it professionally." Nero felt like Vergil wanted to bamboozle him.

He could not poke the next shot. The balls were so unfavorable that the master Vergil could do nothing more. "Now show what you have on it." For Nero, it was not a big challenge when the white ball with half and the hole formed a straight line. He punched in with ease. Then he tried with a push both the pink and the green ball. With luck and a bit of skill, he succeeded. "Wow. It really was not from bad parents." "Funny how you praise me and make yourself a compliment at the same time." Both grinned for a brief moment and then played on. The duel was consistently very close. They played 2 rounds, in each of which one could take the victory. As you know, in this family they always stopped as soon as they drew. "Those were good games. Should we repeat that." Nero could not believe what was just coming out of Vergil's mouth. He really wanted to meet with him again? Not a bad idea in itself, just what were they now. Buddies or father and son. Somehow, Nero wanted both. "Yes, sure. You know where to find me. What are you going to do now?" "I do not know. Make me smarter, so I find new ways to go to my brother's bag. That's the way things are. Exercising will also be an option. In a week I meet again with Dante on a fight. We will probably do that more often. If you feel like it, we can fight again. It's really fun." "Thank you for including me in family traditions." "Of course. After all, you belong to the family as well," Vergil said, putting an arm around Nero's shoulder and pulling him closer.

He would never have thought it possible to experience such a father-son moment. Even if it was an invitation to a bloody battle. But that was the way his family was now. Devils under themselves. "Alright. I'll come next week, too. But I do not need any preparation." "If you think so ..." Vergil broke the half-hug and fastened Yamato back on his hip. Nero put the Red Queen back on and did not really know what to do. "And what are we going to do now?" "I'll better put you to bed now." "You're 20 years late for that," Nero joked. Together they left the place and sat in the direction before they started to move. Meanwhile, it was already dark and it showed a clear starry sky. Nero just did not know what to say. For one thing, he had now met his father, but somehow not. But maybe that would change in the future.

Just as the silence was almost unbearable, demons appeared out of nowhere. "Luckily, and I thought the city was really so boring," Vergil commented. "Fortuna? You should have been here two years ago. There was an overload of demons. I had to work overtime to get the city halfway clean." "Too bad I missed the fun." Both drew their swords and plunged into action. Nero felt a lot of pleasure in sharing his passion with his father. Vergil was really extremely strong. Nero did not manage the Yamato as he did. He could theoretically still learn a lot from him. However, he still wanted to go his own way and develop independently. After wiping out all the demons, Vergil had to smile. It was hard to judge the smile, but he looked proud. But why? Not on Nero, is it?

They continued on their way until they stopped at Nero's house. That was probably the unpleasant part of every date. Only that it was not a date, but introductory drinking. Nero did not open the door directly but hesitated a bit. He was torn what he should do now. The situation was shitty, but he decided to follow his heart. He took all his courage and just hugged Vergil out of nothing. "Thank you, Father." It felt strange. It was also embarrassing. He just hoped for a reply so it would not be so embarrassing. After a brief sigh, Vergil answered, "No. I should thank you for being such a good son. I'm sorry that I was not there for you. You deserve a better life, but you can not choose it. And ... I think I could not have done better. You have become a great man. I am proud of you my son." As he spoke these words, Vergil returned his hug. They enjoyed the closeness for another 5 seconds before they dissolved the hug. After that Nero got the keys. "Oh yeah, should you tell somebody about here, you know what I'm supposed to do." Vergil threatened. "I would like to keep the last part to myself, father. So I'll say goodbye now. Kyrie could now take some attention from me. Ah yes, do you want your book back?" "No, keep it. You do not have anything else from me. See you next week at Devil May Cry, son." They smiled briefly again until they turned and started walking again.

#nero #vergil #kyrie #dmc #devil may cry #dmc5 #dmc5 spoilers #fanfic

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ghostieeghoul · 5 years

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Returning Light - a DMC5 fanfiction

Title: Returning Light

Fandom: Devil May Cry

Writer: FrailGuyV (or Fru)

Central character focus: V

Summary:

The story plays after the happenings of Devil May Cry 5.

Chapter 1

Fight after fight. Once with the enclosing demons, once with each other, and so on, over and over. Minutes, hours, days... It was all fighting, sometimes a rare bit of a rest, when both stopped for a moment, but then, fight and fight. Fight. Like always. They would never give up by saying they were done, they were both too stubborn, too proud of themselves. A win here, a win there, but no one is satisfied. They continued and went on... Fighting. They didn’t even count the winnings after a time, there was no use in it, it was just flexing on the other anyway. They knew that well, too well, yet still, it went on and on, until...

... Until that point. They had both collapsed after a fight with another horde of demons. It was tiring, too many, so fast, and after that many fights - it was finally hitting their limit. They sat on the ground, gasping for air, even putting down their weapons after so long. The ground they sat on was covered with a thick layer of blood from the beasts they had slain, covering them as well. They both just laid down in the pools of blood, so deep they could have had a bath in there. In that moment, just laying there, it was a nice experience. Neither of them said a single word, still panting, looking up into the endless sky. The moment was short, however. They both heard the loud rumbling again, the same noise every time - the demons were closing in, but they didn’t even bat an eye. Like they were connected machines, they just closed their eyes and waited. No... No one wanted to die, but they’d had enough. They were tired. Worn out. With the ground shaking, another horde appeared close to them, leaping on the two men. “This is how it ends,” both thought, but... ‘nothing’ happened. It just went dark. It went silent. It became nothing.

***

It was getting late in Redgrave. The streets still held the scars of the Qliphoth, and the fights that had occurred because of it. The demons, the blood, even the people that were used as blood sockets for the tree. Most were cleaned by the few citizens who had stayed and survived, but still, many remained. It wasn’t a day’s job, especially with the amount of people that remained at the place, but they managed. Sometimes demons appeared here and there but they were slain fast by those who worked on their case. Those people, who were waiting someone else to appear...

The streets were silent by 11 pm, like always. The homes mostly silent, too. Theirs was just as quiet, as he walked up the stairs to see the kids. He walked in, tucked in one of them after putting his head back on the bed. He smiled, then walked out, closing the door slowly. Another day had went by… and nothing happened. As he walked down, he stopped near a window and looked out. The streets were lit by the light of the Moon, but it was empty. He shook his head and walked to his own place. He got his coat off and got into bed, hugging his love from behind. She smiled and held his hand as they laid there.

“There will be another day,” Kyrie told him after some minutes of silence. “They will be back.”

“I know. We’re not lucky enough to just lose them, huh?” answered Nero in a bitter tone, trying to joke about the situation. He wanted to believe Kyrie, but as the days went by, he believed less and less in success. He just pulled Kyrie closer and closed his eyes. Tomorrow is another day...

***

He opened his eyes and sat up immediately, coughing - not even looking around. He was panting, like he remembered, but he soon realised something was just... off. He looked around, finding himself somewhere else, somewhere different. He was not in the Underworld, instead laying in a grassy field close to a city.

“How..?” he asked himself quietly, grabbing onto his weapon.

“I don’t know, but I was hoping you were dead and I won...” said another voice beside him. He looked towards the source of the voice: it was his younger brother, Dante, stretching a bit as he stood up from a tree trunk. He walked closer and held his hand out to him. “Come on, Verge. We’re home now, we should get some pizza.”

Vergil looked up at him. He hesitated, but grabbed his brother’s hand and he got up, moving his limbs and looking around again.

“This is interesting...” he was thinking out loud.

“I’ll show you something more interesting...” Dante replied, walking back to where he was sitting before. He picked up something in his hand from the grass, then walked back. “Familiar?”

He held a cane in his hand - and not just any cane. It was the one that V, Vergil’s human half, got for himself as a weapon when they had been separated. What was it doing there, even after the time that has passed? Vergil got it into his hand, and he simply stared at it for a while. He felt something strange, but said nothing.

“Ya cool, Verge?” asked his brother, who had by then started to walk away. “Come on, we should get into the city. We might find your kid and the others. Ah, if those two ruined my place, I’ll slay them, I swear...” he said to himself - then stopped, and turned back. “Vergil?”

“I am not going with you,” he said with a cold tone, and turned to the other direction. Dante shook his head and followed, stopping in front of him.

“No. You are not going off again. You are not going to stab yourself and become a demon, destroying the city, you got it?! You won’t go search for... I don’t know, eternal power! Not anymore. Stay! ... Please...?” he said.

He surprised Vergil - and even himself - with that last part. “Think of your kid. And...” he thought of himself, but that never sounded like something pleasant to say, so he just didn’t continue his sentence. “I bet he wants to kick your ass again...” he tried to bait his brother into staying.

“He hates me, just like you. Why would I stay? Just get out of my way and I won’t be a bother.”

He wanted to walk away, turning to go, but Dante stepped in front of him again. Vergil was still calm, for now… he wasn’t thinking of stabbing him just yet.

As they were standing there, just having a staring contest, they heard something familiar. Something that was loud and fast. Something they missed a bit while they were stuck in the Underworld. A brownish van rolled in, almost hitting them, but stopped just in time. The door opened and a familiar person got out with her fuzzy black hair and smoke coming everywhere. She walked up to them with a smirk on her face, dropped her cigarette into the dirt, and gave them a big smile.

“I knew you were gonna come back!” she said.

She was Nico, bit irritating, but she knew how to fix things. The twins looked at each other, then back to her, still silent. “You’re probably thinkin’ how I can be here, well... The old lady next door heard some weird shit, and said she saw “two homeless guys fall from somewhere”... So I was hoping it won’t be the same as two days ago and be literally just a homeless guy that fell from a tree. And here you are! Back! How... Exactly?” she was confused too, probably the same level as the twins.

“I have no idea, but I want a bath, a pizza and some sleep,” said Dante as he grabbed his brother and pulled him to the car by his arm. Vergil didn’t fight it, even though he might have in the past. A bath sounded really good, and sleep seemed nice too. Nico got back in too, and after some tries to start the car, they were on their way back to the house of Nero.

***

Nero and Kyrie woke the kids up after nine am and called them off to eat. They sat down together, and got to have a nice meal, together and calm. Nero was concerned about the van not being in the garage, but he thought Nico just went to get some cigarettes again. As they were eating there, they had a bit of a small talk about the kids, their day, and what were they planning to do with the morning. The meal then just continued in silence until they finished up. The kids ran back upstairs, the two adults just did the cleaning and they continued to talk. Kyrie saw Nero’s concerned face - and wanted to comment on it, but they could hear the van arrive.

“Argh, there it is...” said Nero with a sigh, “I should tell Nico to use her legs instead of the van to get her smokes, it’s like she’s getting lazier every day...”

Kyrie laughed gently. Nero gave a kiss on her forehead then walked to the garage to scold Nico like a child. Kyrie followed, a few steps behind.

“I swear, Nico, you are literally the—“ he stopped as he saw the two guys get out of the vehicle. He froze in place, just stared at them.

“Nero, if she ca-“ Kyrie had begun to speak, she had wanted to comment; but she stopped, too. She poked Nero a bit, touching his shoulder. He turned his gaze to her, then back. He walked down the stairs and stopped in front of the two twins. They looked at each other - then back at the boy - just to be greeted with a hug by him. Unexpected, but at least it wasn’t a sword in the chest or a bitch-slap. Nero let them go and looked at them more carefully now, seeing they seemed to be only tired, but well other than that.

“How...?”

“We don’t know, kid, just... Woke up here. It must have been lady luck.”

“Luck...” Vergil repeated.

Nero turned to him, noticing the cane, too. It was something that just reminded him of what happened. And V. Vergil noticed the stare, and he looked at the boy for a moment. “Do you have the book?” he asked, finally breaking the silence.

“B... Book? I mean... Yes. I have it, yes. It’s... Uhm... Come on inside, okay? We have food and... You need a bath, ASAP.”

He spoke as he turned around to head back inside. He walked in, and to their room, while Kyrie went in with the trio. Dante went to the bathroom first, he didn’t even care not having clean clothes. Vergil just stood in the living-room, looking around, until Nero arrived with the book. He held it out silently to Vergil who took it, and just held it for a while without a word, looking at the ground. He held the book and the cane on the same hand, a motion that made Nero remember V even more. It was still weird to believe they were one person... Well, that he was Vergil’s human part. “You okay?” he asked after a bit. Vergil looked up and nodded.

“Thank you for keeping this,” he said, lifting the book a bit. He opened it, and silently, started to read. Nero just stood there, awkwardly, then sighed and walked to the kitchen to Kyrie.

“Why do I feel like we just got two more kids under our care?” she asked jokingly, to which Nero laughed a bit.

“Well... at least they aren’t fighting. That’s something,” he sighed again. Kyrie hugged him, silent.

“You were right... They are back.”

She just smiled again and hugged him tightly.

Vergil was reading the book, he missed it. Some calm reading like before. It was weird after so much fighting, this calm, but he didn’t even want to think about it in that moment. As he was reading, he noticed something. Some pages changed, they weren’t the same as he remembered having them. The free places and even on some pictures, there was writing. It was a familiar handwriting, but the thing itself was new. Well... Almost. He didn’t remember writing that, but someone did. Someone...

***

Dante got out from the shower in just a towel, fortunately covering what the kids shouldn’t see. He walked out casually, not really caring about anyone or anything in that moment. He was just happy to be clean and wanted to rest a bit. He walked out and looked at the little pair in the kitchen, still hugging. They stopped and turned to him, Kyrie holding back a little laugh of embarrassment.

“Dante... There are kids in this house.” she said after a while. Dante looked at her while glanced at Nero who facepalmed.

“What…? Nothing is to be seen here, right? I mean...” he looked over himself. “I have a towel on! They won’t see anything they shouldn’t. Well... I don’t say they shouldn’t bu-

“Dante! Come on, man... Argh...” said Nero, holding back the curse words he was thinking of. He just sighed and shook his head. “I’ll get you another towel and tell Vergil he can go in.”

He walked out, leaving them alone. Kyrie just turned and put a plate with pancakes on the table.

“Eat. I bet you are hungry,” she said, and sat down herself. Dante nodded and got down too, sniffed the pancakes, then started to eat. He didn’t say a word, the scene was just too awkward.

Nero walked to the living-room where Vergil was still standing and reading. The boy stood there a bit, just watching him. He was like that silent kid in the school who gets into a corner to read.

“The bathroom is free, you can go.”

He was waiting for a response, but he got none. “V…Vergil?”

The man in blue looked up at that. He closed the book and nodded. He walked to the bathroom and locked the door behind him. Nero just shrugged and walked back to the kitchen, sitting next to Kyrie. He waited for Dante to finish eating, he didn’t want to disturb him. When he stopped and leaned back, feeling full.

“That was nice, thanks,” he said after a loud belch. Rude.

“So... You said you don’t know how you got back...” Dante shook his head.

“Yeah, it’s weird. All I remember is being tired, laying on the ground in the Underworld. You know, we were fighting each other, then the demons, then each other again and we were tired then just laid down... The next thing I remember is waking up in that park, in grass instead of blood.”

He sighed deeply. “I got up, saw Vergil near me, still sleeping or whatever. That’s where I found the cane too. It was stuck in the ground with some strange... plant grown on it. When I got it near, that plant disappeared. Weird stuff...” he laughed it off. Nero raised his eyebrows.

“Didn’t you think it was strange, Dante...?”

The man shrugged. “I was in the Underworld for a while now, nothing is weird.”

Nero shook his head.

“Where is that cane now...?” asked Kyrie with a concerned tone.

“Vergil took that into the bathroom, too, with his other stuff,” answered Nero.

“Hah, he’s afraid I would take it...” Dante laughed again. Nero just stood up and walked to the bathroom door.

Vergil got under the shower, it felt refreshing. It was warm and as it got on his skin, it got all the dirt and blood with it. He didn’t spend too much time in there, but he definitely didn’t rush, either. When he finished, as soon as he felt he was, he got out - clean and fresh. Stepping out, he started to dry himself and just covered his lower half with the towel then looked at the book. He got it into his hand and opened it, there was only one page he didn’t read over yet, and it had only a bit of writing on it. It seemed it was written rushed, with shaking hands. He continued, examining the text. It was different, than the other written annotations in the book. It was more personal. It was from him. From that person... He read it out quietly, for himself.

“I searched for this information only to give myself hope. I know if we join back, he will destroy me fully. I will be no more. But without that, I will perish anyway. I am nothing, I am just a part... I just wanted another way. I wanted to live on. I am not him anymore. I am... myself. I want to live. I don’t want to die. I am afraid...” Vergil stopped reading aloud as the writing stopped abruptly. It seemed the page was at some point wet from something, but was dried up, not new. He was thinking of rain, from the drops.

“Verge, you okay in there...?” he could hear Nero’s voice coming from the outside. He turned there and back.

“I am fine.” he said as he closed the book and got the other two things into his hands. He walked up to the door and opened it. “I just finished up, I apologise.”

“No worries, just - uhm... We’ll clean your clothes and dry it so you can get them back sooner. You can stay until then, and... as long as you would like to,” he said.

He wasn’t there because of that, but it was a good excuse. He got their clothes and walked down to the basement to put them in the washing machine. After starting it, he walked upstairs where Vergil just got to the kitchen and sat down. He got his own serving of the meal from Kyrie, too. He put the book on the table, the others leaned to it and after thanking for the food, he started to eat.

“So, brother... Did you notice something strange about that silly cane of yours...?” asked Dante, turning to Vergil. He stopped eating for a moment, but just shook his head.

“You sure? I know you like to lie to me. And everyone... And I know how sly you can be.”

Vergil turned to him, annoyed. “It’s just a cane. What are you waiting for? Do you want it to dance for you? Sing in the rain...? Or to stab you? We can manage the last one easily.”

“Guys, please...” said Nero.

The twins turned to him, but Vergil just continued to eat like a huffish child. He didn’t look up until he finished. When he did, he turned away from Dante, looking at the book instead. And… That’s when Nico walked in, instantly frozen in place. The view of the twins, both mostly without clothing, was more than she could bare in that moment. She admired Dante before, too, but now, it was more than that. She went red and just sat down, trying not to act like the fangirl she was.

“I bet you are both tired. You are lucky we have a spare room. You can sleep there... Without a fight, please. We have kids in the house as we mentioned before,” said Kyrie.

“No fighting. Got it, boss!” Dante laughed it off again. He stood up and stretched.

“I’ll show the room. Leave the weapons here, please...” Nero stood up, so did Vergil, he just got the book in his hand and followed the two others. Nico looked after them like a thirsty woman who just saw some nice liquid she could get. Kyrie looked at her and laughed a bit.

“Really, Nico...?” she asked. Nico turned towards her, looking like a tomato, her face was so dark red. “You are impossible...”

“Don’t kid yourself, if you didn’t have Nero, you would look at them like I do...”

“Uhm... No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Ah, you won’t admit it,” she sighed. “I’ll get a smoke, be back later.”

She stood up and walked out to the garage. Kyrie just smiled and stood, took the weapons to the living-room and waited for Nero’s return. When he did, they just sat down to talk. Kyrie was happy Nero seemed calmer, but both of them had that uneasy feeling. They had many questions, but none dared to ask. They thought maybe some sleep and no fighting would help the twins, and them too. Nero was happy, but still, he was equally concerned.

***

Evening came faster than they thought. The twins were sleeping like babies, the pair checked them a lot. It was strange to see them sleep. After nine pm, they got the kids to bed again. One of them, Carlos, looked at Nero as he tucked him in.

“Will they start fighting again tomorrow?” he asked in a scared tone. He heard and knew all the stories.

“He won’t get your arm off again though, will he?” asked Kyle from the other bed. Nero shook his head with a little smile.

“No, no... Well, I hope not. It’s gonna be fine, kids. If they start to fight, I’ll stop them, I promise. But now, you three need to sleep.” he stood up and looked at them as they got under their blankets.

“Good night, Nero” said the three boys at the same time. He smiled and walked out, closing the door slowly. He walked to their room and got in bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Don’t worry, Nero. It’ll be fine. They are not kids anymore, they should understand...”

“They are worse than kids, Kyrie, you know that,” he sighed, “Let’s just sleep, okay? Let’s hope we won’t wake up at them fighting. Or demons coming...”

“Yeah, let’s hope...” she pulled him close and kissed him. “Sweet dreams, my love.”

Nero smiled and closed his eyes. They fell asleep together.

***

It was close to 3 am in the morning when Vergil was awakened by a sound. He sat up fast, like a cat waking up suddenly, and looked around. The room, no, the whole house, was silent - it was strange. He got out of bed and walked out, trying to find the source of the sound. When he left, Dante opened his eyes, following him. He got up slowly and followed, not wanting to warn Vergil of him being close behind.

Vergil walked around, searching, and ended up in the living-room. He looked around and back. His eyes stopped when he saw the cane glow in a purple light for a bit, then stop, pulsing light. He walked closer and crouched down.

“So it is true...” he said quietly. He picked it up in his hand and stood slowly. “Interesting...”

“Put that thing down, Vergil...”

He heard Dante’s voice behind him. He turned casually.

“You don’t want to make me say that again.”

“I just got it into my hand, Dante. It’s just a cane.”

“Is it, though…?” asked Nero, who had woke up to their footsteps.

Vergil looked at the cane and back. He wasn’t sure now, especially after reading the book. He was silent, thinking for a bit. Would it really be worth a try? Would it make things better? If it’s successful, someone will win, but will that be good for himself? He was too curious now to not try it.

“Its demonic power is more than mine...” he quoted a line from the annotations in the book. “It can rip me and him in half and make me - my own.”

The other two men looked at each other, then back. Vergil was curious. Whatever might happen seemed not to affect him, so he just looked at the two with a smirk. He wouldn’t explain anything, not now. In one quick motion, he swung the cane to stab himself deep in the chest. “Will it... make me... come... alive...?” he finished the quote with a pained grin. Something common, something new. The other two took quick steps towards him to stop him, but then... A flash of bright light filled the room, and then total darkness. Silence.

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thebluesideofmyworld · 6 years

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Our Songs - A Solangelo Fanfic

Summary: Alternate Universe. Will was a famous pop singer who has released an album, and some of the singles from that album topped the chart for a couple of weeks. Nico was an indie musician who played guitar and piano and he didn’t really care about what is happening in the entertainment industry. For him, it’s the music that mattered. Not who sang it. One night, probably the stars up above were aligned, or simply it was just fate, but they met.

(Rating: Teenage and Up Audiences || read on AO3)

CHAPTER 3: “ The Explanation ”

(Chapter 1 || Chapter 2)

Chapter Summary:

Will tried to explain to Nico about who he really was. But besides an explanation, he also had something to ask from Nico.

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Will might, or might not, have prepared and practiced some lines that he would say in front of Nico to explain things. But having someone who recognized him aas who he really was, it wasn't something that he had in any of the scenarios he had imagined.

“Who are you Will?”

Will stared at Nico, who looked terribly confused. Somehow, it made Will feel guilty. Well, it wans't like he’s been lying to Nico. It was just…he had not told some details about himself to Nico.

The shock of having things not going exactly like what he had planned before made Will out of words. He had no idea on how to answer Nico’s question.

The red-haired girl turned to Nico. She stared at Nico, her eyes widening almost comically.

“Wait,” she said to Nico. “What?”

Nico crossed his arms over his chest as he angled his neck to level his gaze at the girl.

“What?”

“You mean, you are sitting here, having coffee with Will Solace,” the girl waved her hand dramatically at Will. “And you have no idea about how Will is literally, one of the hottest icon in pop music, who just won the Best Rising Star of the Year of the Olympus Award two weeks ago?”

Nico stared at the girl for a second, then he shook his head.

“No, Rachel,” he said. “I don’t know.”

He looked back at Will, and held his eyes at him as he continued. “And honestly, Rachel? For now, I don’t think I know anything at all about him.”

“Nico, listen. I can explain,” Will said.

“Good. Because I need explanation,” Nico said, his face was now a blank canvas with no expression.

Rachel’s eyes darted from Nico to Will then back to Nico again. She seemed to sense the tension between them. But from her expression, strangely, it looked like she was a bit amused by the whole situation.

“Oh, well. Then I guess I should leave the two of you to get to know each other better, then,” she said. Then she turned to Will and grinned. “But can I at least get some pictures with you? If you haven’t figured it out yet, I am a fan! I’ve been following you since you’re on YouTube”

Will smiled at her. Despite the awkward situation at the moment, he enjoyed meeting his fans. For Will, his fans were one of the main reason where he got to where he was now.

“Sure,” Will said as he stood up from the chair.

Rachel squealed with delight as she opened the camera on her phone. Will stood next to her, and they took a few selfies. Kayla even offered to take a few more pictures.

“Oh, thank you so much!” Rachel said, hugging Will. “You are as sweet as what people said.”

“You’re very welcome,” Will said as he hugged Rachel back. “Thank you for your support. It really means a lot,” Will said as he pulled away from Rachel.

“Okay, I’ really going to leave you now. And please be patient with my friend,” Rachel said. She flashed a smirk at Nico. “Nico is actually such a softie once you go pass through his gothic layer on the outside,” she added.

“Oh, really?” Will grinned and stole a glance at Nico, who had a cute small put as he glared at Rachel.

“I’ll get you for that, Rachel!”

Rachel chuckled. “Bye, Nico,” she said. “And Will, it was such nice surprise to meet you here.”

Will smiled as he nodded. “Nice meeting you too.”

Will watched Rachel walked to the door. She waved at Jason before pushing the door open and disappeared.

“You know, this should be the part where you give me that explanation.”

Will quickly looked back at Nico. Nico held his eyes at Will, with his arms crossed over his chest. His face was a blank canvas, and his eyes held no emotion.

Will sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know where to start.”

“You can start by telling me who you are.”

Will stretched his lips into a thin line before he answered.

“Well, I used to be a… YouTuber.”

“Was,” Nico said flatly. “What are you now?”

“I’m a singer. Musician. Artist. Whatever,” Will shrugged his shoulders. “I make music. I write songs and sing it.”

Now that he had said it loud, Will gained more confidence. Because he was saying the truth. He’s always loved music ever since he could remember. One of his first memories was a 3-year old him, singing Somewhere Over the Rainbow with broken words in front of the fireplace while his mother was clapping her hands along as he sang, smiling brightly at him.

“So yeah,” Will said, voice steadier this time, and he was smiling slightly. “I write songs and sing in front of people. That’s who I am. That’s what I do.”

While he still kept his eyes level with Will, Nico still said nothing. But at least, his expression got a bit softer. His eyes didn’t look as cold as they were.

After two heartbeats passed in silence, Nico gave a single microscopic nod.

“Okay,” he said. “So you’re a singer. A musician. An artist.”

Will nodded, trying not to wince at how Nico said each of the words slowly. It was almost like when Nico was the one saying it, those words had different meanings.

“And you even have a manager,” Nico said, his eyes darted to where Kayla was sitting on the other side of the table.

Kayla grinned as she lifted her hand a little. “Yeah, otherwise Will would mix up his whole schedule. He could not even remember what’s the next city he would be for the next event.”

Will snapped his head at Kayla. “I’m not that bad,” he said. “I know what’s next on the list.”

“Really?” Kayla turned her head at Will, arching an eyebrow as her lips curled up into a small smirk. “What city is next?”

“Uh…?” Will scratched the back of his ear. “Florida?”

Kayla let out a small laughter. “You wish,” she said, shaking her head lightly. “It’s Chicago.”

Will gasped a little. “But Chicago is so cooold,” he said, almost whining.

Kayla only rolled his eyes. She turned her head at Nico, who now has the slightest hint of amusement in his eyes. Kayla tilted her head at Nico. She said nothing, only raised her eyebrows a little, as if saying See? He needs me.

Nico’s eyes moved to Kayla, and there was a small smirk playing on his lips. “He really needs you to deal with his life, huh?”

Kayla’s grinned and nodded. “He surely needs me.”

Will’s eyes moved back and forth from Nico to Kayla and back to Nico again. “I can’t believe this. The two of you just met like, fifteen minutes ago and you've already conspired against me?”

Kayla laughed while Nico only looked at Will, that small smirk ghosting over his lips.

“Anyway,” Nico leaned forward now, and folded his arms on the table. “What makes an artist like you want to see me?”

Suddenly remembering what was it that he wanted to talk about with Nico sparked something inside Will. Mirroring Nico, he folded his arms on the table.

“So, here’s the thing. That song that we wrote, kind of, worked on together? The one about watching the stars?”

Something flashed in Nico’s eyes, but he said nothing. He only nodded, signaling Will to continue. Will continued, slowly feeling the excitement filling him up again with energy.

“We, I mean, my label and I, we plan to release an EP n like… a few months? We’re still working on it and we have like, 3 or 4 songs already. But we need more. We want more songs. I mean, even though maybe some of it won’t make the cut?” Will continued talking, this time his hands moved around as he talked, a bit faster now that he got more and more excited.

“We have decided which single that we will release first. It’s titled Youth? But we want another song for the second single to release. And I just feel like… That song that we wrote? It will be perfect. Because you know, Youth is like that, pop-kind of song, a bit up-beat tempo. And our song about stars, we really have to decide on a title for that song, by the way. I know that it’s a perfect balance. Because it’s like, a soft ballad and just…perfect? You know what I mean?”

Will stopped, half-panting as he stared at Nico. He tried to read Nico’s expression but again, Nico’s face didn’t show anything but a blank expression. Somehow it made Will feel nervous. Because now he just realized that yes, he was excited, but what about Nico? What did he think about this? What would he say about this?

Will took out a deep breath as he prepared himself to ask Nico question.

“So. I was wondering. What would you say if I have that song as one of the songs for my upcoming EP? You’ll have the copyright of the song, of course. And I think, it would be really great, if you can even be one of the producers of that song.”

Will clasped his hands, propping his chin on them as he carefully watched Nico’s expression. It took two seconds before Nico said something.

“I’ve never been like, being involved in a professional recording.”

“it’s okay,” Will quickly said. “You can learn by doing. And seeing the people who’ve been doing it. My team will help you. Austin! Austin would love to work with you. And Cecil too! Right, Kayla?” Will turned his head to Kayla, looking for some support.

Kayla nodded. “As long as you have the passion for music, which I’m pretty sure you have, it’s not that hard. I think it’s something that you will enjoy.”

Will looked back at Nico. “See? And the people in the label are cool people. You’re going to love them. Lee, my producer? He’s like…one of the nicest person ever. Honestly though, I’m just so happy to be with the people from Apollo. I mean, the label."

“Of course, if you agree, there will be some legal stuff that we need to deal with. But don’t worry about it. That’s something that I and Lou Ellen will help you with,” Kayla added.

This time, there was a wary expression on Nico’s face as his eyes darted from Will to Kayla, like he was trying to decide whether he could trust them.

At least he didn’t say no, Will quietly thought, trying to stay positive. At least he didn’t immediately reject the idea.

Then Nico let out a long sigh as he ran a hand over his head.

“I don’t know, Will,” he said. “This is all…too sudden for me, you know?”

Will chewed his lower lip, but nodded. “Yeah, I know. Sorry about that.”

Nico’s eyes were fixed on the table as he absently tapped his chin.

He hasn’t said no yet, Will told himself as he quietly waiting

“Can I think about it first?” Nico finally said, lifting his head to meet Will’s eyes.

“Of course,” Will said, nodding his head quickly. “Take as much time as you need.”

At least he didn’t say no, Will kept on telling himself as they left the coffee shop 10 minutes later.

At least he said he’d think about it, Will telling himself as he lied on his bed a few hours later.

Oh dear God I really hope he’ll say yes, Will thought to himself before he fell asleep that night

***

Three days later, Will woke up to find a text on his phone.

Will read the text, reread it, then reread it again. His smile got wider every time he read it.

From: Nico di Angelo

1.21 AM: [You know what? Let’s do this]

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Author’s Notes:

I actually planned to write just one chapter this then when I finished, I realized that it was like, too long for one chapter (at least for my standard). I decided to divide it into two chapters instead, so probably the next chapter would be up sooner than what I have planned.

Likes, reblogs, comments, and feedbacks are always loved <3.

A bit OOT but please listen to Troye's newest song, "Strawberries and Cigarettes". It's also one of the soundtrack for the movie 'Love, Simon'

#Solangelo #Solangelo fanfic #Nico di Angelo #Will Solace #Solangelo fanfiction #Our Songs

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greenscissors · 7 years

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Name chart

-this has been in my drafts for a while, so fuck it, I'm just gonna upload it. Its really just for me to keep track of who’s who.

Also, this was updated randomly for a while, though most of it I just dumped here today.

Will keep updating whenever.

Victor: Sad sad purple man. A curious, happy child, who turned into a sad, scared, timid child, who turned into a sad, timid man. His life has changed SO much for the better after meeting Wonder. He actually started going out. Thank you Wonder, you turned this hermit into less of a hermit. L.O.V.E.S pretty clothes. Wanted to learn how to sew at a young age, finally learned when he was around 20. Has had many years to practice. He’s around 110. Not sure exact age. Around 110. Past a little. Maybe he's 118?? Around. After his mother died, would constantly have nightmares and night terrors about it. Couldnt sleep. Eventually turned to not so great methods of getting to sleep once he got older. Has a fondness for butterflies. He likes their wings, they're pretty. Likes pretty things in general. A fan of tea. Its the only thing he can cook. Has started to get cooking sessions from Ilo. Loves Ilo. He loves Ilo. God does he love Ilo. Have I mentioned he loves Ilo? He does. A lot. Is planning a life together with his boyfriend, soon to be maybe husband?? (Ilo.) Is happier now because of that. Recently got his mom back, in a way. The tree she turned into is planted near his house now. Constantly visits her. Like everyday, if possible. Just talks to her. Would like to think she's listening. Taught himself French, English (writing, their language is spoken the same as English (CAUSE I WASNT ABOUT TO COME UP WITH A WHOLE NEW FUCKING LANGUAGE, FUCK THAT, FUCK YOU FOR THINKING I WOULD THATS TOO HARD I BARELY HAVE PLANTS AND ANIMALS OH MY GOD MY WORLDS BARREN AS HELL PLEASE HELP) but not written the same), ballroom dancing, sewing, and piano. Maybe other stuff? Is smart (he better be, he's had more than 100 years of life to learn stuff.) Soft spoken. Was a lot more sassy, and I need to bring that back, I've fallen into this awful pit of writing him WAY too timid, I need sassy Victor back I miss him. Was totally freaked out the first time he found Earth. Now has gills. (thanks Ilo) Helpful. Now he will not drown when he spends time with his fish boyfriend. Likes spicy food. His favorite fruit are cherries. Now has half a pair of matching earrings with Ilo. Like rings. It's very hard to draw. :/ Gay. Taken. (by Ilo)

Sage: Hound Wonder and Victor tamed in the Little Vic older Wonder AU

Rascal and Lifur: Two chitters Victor tamed in the LVOW AU

Ruler: Victor’s favorite fish that lives in the pond in the, you guessed it, the LVOW AU.

Raphael: “Pet shop” owner. Probably smokes. His voice sounds like it. Idk where he is now??? He MIGHT be alive??????? I hope he is he's garbage and I wanna use him. Loves to fuck with people. Good at mind games. Smirks way too much. My most anime character yet.

Sirin: Pronounced Seer-E-in. Hates Raphael with a burning passion. Black Market leader. Used to be shit, but now is less shit. Actually pretty nice. He’d punch someone for saying that though, he has a reputation to uphold. Loves Ari and would murder armies for him. If he ever gets his hand on a guitar or bass, would love to learn it. Trying to learn how to write English. Has not the best handwriting. Its not awful though, he used to have to write a lot. H A T E S paperwork. Likes his hair slicked back. Loves snakes, a snake from his world specifically, called the Spiked Bandit. Got it tattooed on his back. I have been told it looks like a tramp stamp. Oops. Snakes are his favorite, but he likes lizards too. Is not a fan of squishy animals. Got his name from shop keepers as he was growing up in the streets. Loves his name. Its a word in old Grey language. Means “snake”, “thief,” “trickster,” “lier.” God he was so proud of that name as a kid. Since he had to steal to get food, it would be a pretty good thing to literally be called thief I guess. Anyway, he was good at it. Got kidnapped at a very young age, and “used” at the black market. The old boss had taken a liking to him. It was not a good time. Once Sirin got a little older, he started to be able to use his magic, at the same time the black market decided he’d be good as an actual worker. As he trained for whatever common workers in the BM do, (I dunno, scale buildings and stuff. Learn the lay of the town, good spots to run, hide. Steal people. Sell drugs. Ect. Illegal stuff.) he would teach himself how to use his magic at night. Doesnt like fighting close. His magic usually manifests as chains, appropriate. Can change the density (?? how much they would hurt. Ex: getting hit by a pillow, vs, getting hurt by a chain.) how many they are (can make up to six at a time), how fast they can move, can suspend them for a few seconds, if they are spiked or not. He can also form spikes along his body. Is mostly a reflex, and he can accidentally hurt people with that. EXTREMELY scared of accidentally hurting Ari that way. Born High Winter day 15 probably. Was dumped in the trash shortly after being born. (his mom was young, she couldnt take care of him. shes dead. Dads still alive in a different town.) Used to have a tattoo marking him as “property” of the black market, PROMPTLY sliced that off once he killed the old boss and took his place. Actually, now that i think about it, his back is REALLY fucked up from that. Wow. Okay. Will update that when drawing him. Besides that mess, his back is littered with smaller scars, along with the edge of his shoulders, a bit around his neck, a little on his sides, and some around his hips. Will not allow people to see his back. If someone gets to see his back it means he really trusts them. Halfling, unknown to him until recently. I'm not really sure about his age yet. He could be like around 40, but maybe not, cause like, its more like he's in his 20s so maybe he's just in his 20′s idk. Is perpetually tired. Seems to always have some dark under his eyes. Would eat pure sugar if he could. He could. He has. One of the first things he did once he was no longer under the black market was buy a few cakes then ate cake until he threw up. ......Then started eating cake again. Skin is a light green, and a little rough if you rub it one direction. Sorta like shark skin, but less. Can see in the dark. Eyes glow when under stress, or extreme emotions. Once Typheous was killed (by him) he put Sena in charge. Checks up on her occasionally. Put an old abandoned building to use, made it free housing for some of his lower ranking workers, as well as the orphan kids around town. Would always bring food to them. Can't really do that anymore, he's never around. The building looks kinda like a warehouse/hotel?? Idk. No body really knows who started the house, only that it's a safe, if dingy and kinda cold, place to find shelter. It's dry at least. Sirin made sure no one knew who did it (reputation.) He has a small apartment there. Keeps his clothes in the cupboards. Not a lot of furniture in there really. Has a habit of going out in the cold without proper clothing. Sits and just thinks sometimes. Used to sometimes just sleep in a tree outside of town when it was warmer. Has anger problems. Still a little bit of an asshole, depending on who he's talking to. Has a burning hate for apples. Will still eat them though. Hates spicy food. Likes meat. Has had a hole punched through him by Seldom. Was briefly a doughnut. A person doughnut. Gosh this boy is just fulla injuries past and present. The hole situation is better now. Pansexual. Typheous: (Tie- fee- O ss) Used to be Sirin’s second in command. Meaning, Sirin loved to annoy the hell out of him. Used to be in charge of a lot of the stuff in the market. VERY homophobic. Was garbage, not the best kind. Was the “new leader” for a short time, as Sirin was stuck with Victor/Wonder/and Ilo. Poked around in stuff that was none of his business, was an asshole about it, and is dead now. Bye. he was straight. Very. Very. straight.

Cisor: (Si- sore) Raph’s hound. Aggressive. Was probably a cute puppy.

Ciro Niver: (Si- row Nigh- ver) Gilli and Lita’s little brother. A. Dor. A. BLE. Wonder did something to him, and I guess he has a little magic now??? Idk. Will clarify. Almost died cause Seldom’s an asshole. I think he's 6 at the moment. Somewhere around there. Pretty sure it's 6 though. Never met his dad. Loves fluffy animals the best. A rascal. Thinks his sister is loud. Would be the kid that says girls have cooties. His sister has cooties. He loves his sister. Hates when his mom makes soup with the gross green leafy stuff in it. Likes when they have meat. Likes the new house, but misses his old room. He shouldn't. He used to live in a tiny cold attic. His mom used to have to crouch when she went up there. And she's short. EVERYONE had to crouch when they went up there. Kinda misses the squeaky stairs. Straight, when he's older? And I guess now?? Does it work like that??? Idk he's 6. His greatest love is his toys at the moment.

Tide: Gilli’s boy friend. Has a smoking problem. Likes to never wear a shirt. That doesnt work too well in Winter. Gay.

Itella: (E- tell- la) Victor’s caretaker and guardian. Seldom killed her. Was totally cool, a complete badass. I miss her. Had a spider torso. Loved to wear low cut dresses with tons of ruffle at the bottom. Kinda mean, but for the best. Loved Victor. Super smart. Used to be an assistant/ partner with Nico. Kept lots of plants around in her house. Her house was a mess. Books and plants everywhere. Dusty in places. Never ate in front of Victor, didn't want to frighten him as a child. The habit stayed even when Victor was older. Asexual, aromantic.

Seldom: Victor’s father. Dick. Was banished from whatever the name of his people’s lands are called. I gotta name stuff. Conquest’s son. Blind in his lower eyes, and had his lowers arms removed when he was born. They didn't work. Straight.

Rune: Victor’s mother. Dead. Killed by her husband, Seldom. Very nice. Now a tree. Still very nice. Died Summer day 2???????? Same race as Rapheal, whatever that is. They turn into plants when they die, I still gotta develop them. Straight.

Nico: Reformer. Knows Tulli. Is someone close to Itella. Not sure of their relationship yet, besides partners in business, like, coworkers. They do science or something? Aromantic. Pansexual.

Riva Niver: Gilli's mom. Super sweet. Has a stutter. Extremely relived to have a new house, thank you Wonder. No longer has to worry about brittle stairs that Ciro woNT STOP RUNNING ON. Still sad about her husband’s death, but tries not to let her children see that. Loves her kids more than anything. Straight.

Sena: Silver. Girl left in charge of the black market in Sirin’s stead. Used to just work the shop they used to hide an entrance. Was understandably freaked out when she was just put in charge of the whole market. Many people would like her dead now. She's got a good bodyguard though. I hope she doesn't die, she's nice.

Lita Niver: Ciro/Gilli’s sister. An adorable miss. Best friends with Miki. Loves cute clothes, sweets, going out and getting drunk and hitting on cute guys. Wishes she had a boyfriend. Works at a cafe across the cafe Miki works at. Isn't treated so great there. :/ Is optimistic. Has a shitty apartment that she refuses to believe is shitty. Its shitty. its basically a closet. Very small. I love her. Straight

Ryko: Centipede man. Will wait days at a time for food. Could eat any animal really, but prefers the taste of people. Sadistic. An asshole. I love him. Has cool tattoos on his arms. They might not be tattoos and just markings. They're probably markings. He's a fucking centipede man who lives in the fucking jungle, WHO IS GONNA GIVE HIM TATTOOS?? They're markings. ????? I dont know What the fuck he is. Straight??? Maybe.

Serena: Purple haired man’s sister. A human. Getting married soon. A no-nonsense attitude. Straight.

Arrvin: Human. Serena’s brother. Has dyed purple hair. Has a pigeon named Randy. Sweetest guy he's so great. ;w; Wants to be an architect probably. He lives in an apartment. I dont know how he gets the money yet. He sure does have a job though. Maybe a few. Can make bomb ass waffles. Birds love him. Maybe he just always has birdseed in his pockets. Can birds smell that?? Asexual, panromantic.

Cena: Reformer who lives out in the jungle. Has a relationship of sorts with Ryko. Is blind, but good at getting around. Unlike the other Reformers, doesnt keep “helpers” around. Isn't lonely though. Prefers silence and tea. On rainy days, she likes to sit in her library near the window and just listen.

Ossis: Wolvos who lives up North. Friends of Felix, and Cole. A good good happy boy. Likes eyeshadow. Kinda tough to get where he lives, whenever he goes to a big enough town he's sure to pick some up.

Kai: Leader (?) of the Wolvos. Kinda hate loves Felix and Cole. Like, the kinda love where they’re just constantly exasperated with them. Lives up North, with the main tribe. I still really need to work on him.

Gilli Niver: (Gi- lee) Tide’s boyfriend. Lita and Ciro’s big brother. Very easy going. Owns a little shop with Tide. I think its a bakery?? Favorite season is Spring. A fan of bitter drinks paired with sweets. Used to do drugs. Bad, bad Gilli. Doesn't anymore. Hates Winter. Gay.

Miki: The coolest. Best friends with Lita. Speaks with a bit of an accent. Would kill to protect Lita. Probably knows how to properly hide a body. Buff as hell. She’s so fun to draw, I love her. Gay. Gosh she loves girls.

Felix: Wolvos. Adorable. A soft boy. Gets into trouble sometimes. Seems to know everyone. A person who would always have “"a pleasure to have in class” written on their report card. Prefers always being in semi wolf form. Likes running for miles when he's out of town, and is an actual wolf. Owns a stand with his brother. It's across from the fabric seller Victor always buys his fabrics from. Has heard a lot about Victor (everyone has, only bad rumors though), and would like to actually met the guy one day. Has a favorite scarf and likes to wear it. Dresses well. Bisexual.

Lokell Niver: Riva’s dead husband. Was a nice dude. Died in an accident.

Silis: Some guy Sirin's friends with. Owns a building company. Said company will work for the BM when hired, usually through Silis being paid in both money, and organs. He eats em. Looks bored half the time. Loves gold stuff. Trans. Is already done with someone's shit before he even meets em. Naga.

March: A cute goat (maybe fawn, idk yet not set in stone, I think he's a goat) guy. Can disguise his voice to sound like anything. Loves masks. Has a neat lil collection in his house. Prefers loose clothing. Likes reading. His magic takes the form of purple electricity. Trans. Unlike Tulli, Nico, ect, he can't really change how he looks (ex: Tulli can turn into a bird, “dyes” his hair, Nico’s a tree, ect) but makes up for it with the voice thing.

#The Tailor and co.#oc descriptions #name list #list #my ocs #world stuff

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maplemarcher · 7 years

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Rules: Answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you would like to get to know better.

Name: Adreanna! (please call me Addy though)

Nicknames: I go by Addy, which is actually a nickname. Others include Addsabelle (my grandma), Sir Stinksalot (my step-dad, he’s weird), Princess (my girlfriend), and...so fucking many weird ones my mom has given me. She used to call me Apple Jane a lot

Zodiac Sign: Taurus yo

Height: 5′ 5′ (I think?)

Orientation: Bisexual, with a heavy, HEAVY preference for girls. Like if you had a pie chart of how much I like girls vs how much I like boys, it would be like 90% to 10%. Idk why exactly. Probably has something to do with every guy I’ve ever had a crush on being a douche in one way or another (and rejecting me every time lol) But girls are soft and pretty and wonderful I love them so much. I love my girlfriend more than anything in the world. I wouldn’t trade her for anything.

Ethnicity: I am very white. Scottish, Polish, and German, though none of that really holds any significance in my life. I don’t have any family traditions except for unhappy marriages

Favorite Fruit: Pineapple probably. I really like grapes though and Pink Lady apples too. Oh and cantaloupe and clementines!

Favorite season: Autumn. All the way autumn.

crunchy leaves

sweaters

beautiful leaf colors!!! like!!! where I live has a lot of trees on a lot of hills, so looking out the window at a hill full of red and orange and yellow and brown makes my heart go “!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

brisk weather

fall fashion is the best (I don’t participate in fashion as I am a whale with legs but everyone else looks beautiful)

perfect weather for hot drinks

APPLE CIDER

Thanksgiving!!!!

Halloween!!!!

bugs start to fuck off right back to hell where they belong

summer is ending. summer can fuck off I HATE summer

no longer sweating and dying

overcast skies, gloomy days, rain!!!!!

gray, cloudy, rainy days are,,, my reason for living

Funny thing is I actually don’t like pumpkin spice anything except for pumpkin pie guess I’ve gotta up my white girl game

Favorite Book: What the fuck kind of question is this. You come into my house. And you ask me to pick between my children.

This answer is really, really complicated. I love so many books for so many different reasons. I love Harry Potter because it’s what got me into reading longer series. I love Binge by Tyler Oakley because it helped me be more open-minded and was a big part in helping me discover what my sexuality was and that I was okay. I love The Hobbit because it was a book that helped me escape life and that taught me that caring about home and hearth is a good thing to do. I love the Warrior cats series because I fucking love cats and it was one of my first introductions to more adult situations (in terms of violence, death, grief, and loss). I love The Giver because it made me cry my eyes out. I love The Martian because it made me laugh. I love every Shel Silverstein book ever written because they made me feel like a kid again and that being a child at heart is okay. I love Journal 3 because Stanford Pines is a character I love with all my heart. I love the Percy Jackson series and most of its spin offs because I love mythology and modern aus. I love the Septimus Heap series because it was such a different, wonderful, beautiful approach to magic and wizardry that made me feel warm inside. I loved Entwined because...I just loved Entwined. (It’s a twisted fairy tale kind of deal with The 12 Dancing Princesses and one of the best things I’ve ever, ever read, hands down). I love A Series of Unfortunate Events because I have a dark sense of humor and because it makes me feel better about my life.

Books were basically my only friends growing up. People didn’t like me because I was fat, or because I didn’t want to play outside very much, or because I had only ever really talked to and hung out with my mom and my step-dad, so I had a more mature sense of humor and personality overall.. Friends came and went, but books never went anywhere. Books stayed. Junie B Jones always stayed with me. Jack and Annie always went on magical adventures that let me learn about history. Every character I met along the way stayed with me, even if they died, because I could pick them up off of a shelf and read their adventures again. I don’t read as much as I used to, because I spend a lot of time on the computer, but I’m working to change that. Books have always been an escape for me, and I’ll continue to love their stories until I die.

Favorite Flower: Roses! It’s a tie between red and pink roses. I also really like tulips!

Favorite scent: My girlfriend’s perfume. I think it’s sweetpea or something? Idk, but it always smells really nice. And I just like the way my clothes smell after I come home from spending the night at her house. It’s like her perfume, laundry detergent, and something that’s either wood or stale cigarette smoke.

Favorite color: Pink. Soft, pastel pinks.

Favorite animal: cats, red pandas, owls, wolves, penguins, cats, dogs (pugs in particular, I LOVE pugs!!!!), foxes, moose, narwhals, dolphins, orcas, eagles, hummingbirds, blue jays, orioles, lions, tigers, basically any big cats...I just love animals. If it’s soft, fluffy, or cute? Fuck yeah I love it

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: As much as I love coffee...tea, probably. It’s just so relaxing to sit curled up under a blanket with a cup of tea and relaxing. Plus my girlfriend and I make tea whenever I go over to her house, so it holds a special place in my heart :)

Average Sleep Hours: Okay, so...if I ever got up on time, I’d be getting like five hours of sleep a night, which is fine. But I oversleep. Every. Fucking. Day. So usually seven or eight.

Cat or Dog person?: Cats. I love dogs with all my heart and I want one someday, but if I had to choose between a cat and a dog I’d choose a cat because

1. TOE BEANS

2. purring

3. the kneading thing they do?

4. I love love LOVE the sound of a cat meowing. so cute. so gentle.

5. cat loaf

6. smaller and easier to manage

7. don’t have to walk them

8. if they need to pee in the middle of the night they just. use the litter box. you don’t need to get up and let them out

Favorite Fictional Character:

Star vs the Forces of Evil: Star Butterfly, Marco Diaz, River Johansen Butterfly, Moon Butterfly, Ludo, Toffee, Buff Frog (I don’t know how to spell his real name :( )

Steven Universe: Pearl, Amethyst, Peridot, Greg Universe, Connie, Steven

Gravity Falls: Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines, Stanley Pines, Stanford Pines, Soos, Wendy Corduroy

Yuuri!!! On Ice: Yuuri Katsuki, Viktor Nikiforov, Yuri Plisetsky, Phichit Chualont

Check Please!: Eric “Bitty” Bittle, Shitty Knight, Adam “Holster” Birkholtz, Wlliam “Dex” Poindexter, Derek “Nursey” Nurse, Chris “Chowder” Chow, Jack Zimmermann, Alexi “Tater” Mashkov, Justin “Ransom” Olransi

Harry Potter: Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasely, Ron Weasely, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Minerva McGonagall, Neville Longbottom, Molly Weasely, Fred and George

Sailor Moon: Sailor Jupiter, Sailor Moon, Sailor Chibi Moon, Luna

Fullmetal Alchemsit: Brotherhood: Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric, Riza Hawkeye, Roy Mustang, Ling, Greed (when he’s in Ling), Olivier Mira Armstrong

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit: Bilbo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Pippin Took, Eowyn, Aragorn, Thorin Oakenshield, Fili and Kili, Aragorn

Disney princesses: Ariel, Moana, Rapunzel, Anna, Elsa, Belle

Homestuck: Terezi Pyrope, Dave Strider, Jade Harley, Jake English, John Eggbert, Vriska Serket, Roxy Lalonde, Karkat Vantas, Jane Crocker

Percy Jackson (among other Rick Riordan things): Annabeth Chase, Grover Underwood, Sally Jackson, Percy Jackson, Nico DiAngelo, Leo Valdez

Winnie the Pooh: Winnie, Eeyore, Tigger (I know this one seems silly but Winnie the Pooh is such an important thing to me you don’t understand)

Voltron: Allora, Shiro, Pidge, Kieth, Lance, Coran, Hunk (basically the paladins and Allora and Coran I love them all)

Avatar: the Last Airbender: Katara, Zuko, Sokka

Miraculous Ladybug: Ladybug, Chat Noir, Adrien Agreste (don’t fuckin hate on me they’re the same person but different characters)

A Series of Unfortunate Events: Violet Baudelaire, Klaus Baudelaire, Sunny Baudelaire, Lemony Snicket, Uncle Monty

Hamilton: Eliza Schuyler Hamilton, John Laurens, Thomas Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton

Stranger Things: Mike Wheeler, Eleven, Barb

i just,,,, have a lot of love for fictional characters,,,, there are more I’m sure, but I can’t think of any

I connected with a lot of these guys on a deep personal level. Like with Amethyst, I understand why she feels the way she does because I’ve gone through struggles of self-hatred and thinking I was a mistake. I love them all, but there are those few who I just feel like they were...made for me I guess.

Number of Blankets you sleep with: Just my comforter, but before I got my space heater in my room I’d sleep with two blankets, an electric blanket, and my comforter. My room used to be an attic, so it has like no insulation. Plus the heating ducts that go to my room are SUPER shitty, so barely any heat comes out of my vents. Now I’m just used to being cold XD But I don’t like sheets D: Even in the summer, I have to have my big comforter...sheets are too flimsy. Idk, I find the weight of a comforter or heavy blanket comforting.

When I was little though, I remember taking every blanket I owned and piling them on my bed in the winter...and I slept in a sleeping bag, on my bed, under those blankets! XD I miss that sleeping bag. It was a really pretty blue and was really warm...

Ideal Trip: going to New Zealand or England or the French countryside or somewhere with a lot of greenery. Staying somewhere where I can relax and stay in bed all day if I want to or go find things to do in the city or town or wherever is close by. My girlfriend being with me and being able to relax somewhere quiet with her where I can watch the sunlight stream across her face every morning and kiss her all over her face until she wakes up. Somewhere I can relax and not worry about what tomorrow brings; somewhere I can let my troubles float away.

Blog created: December 2014. I can’t believe I’ve been dicking around on here for almost three years.

Number of followers: 396. That may not seem like a lot to some people but??? That’s basically my graduating class??? And you’re all just here watching me shitpost about whichever one of my fandoms is relevant and cry about shit and post really fucking awful art and???? Whether you’ve been here since the beginning or just joined, thank you for hanging out with me through the internet! And if you’ve read all of this, thanks! You now know a lot more about me than I’ve ever said on here =w=

Okay now I have to tag people!

@97thebaluga @all-aboard-the-scream-train @ruled-by-jupiter @4899slayer @squirtlethosejigglypuffs @personalposting @universesinhermind @goddamnit-ross @awkward-fangirl-artist @youaremyrock-mydwayne-myjohnson @epic-leprachaun @save-me-grunkle-ford @civilizedhomosexuals @ninja-sparkle-party @assbutt-novak @howstrangeeveryonewas @not-what-everyone-seems @owlbear-dont-care @psychokumachan @2-many-fandoms-2-count

If I tagged you, don’t feel obligated! I realize some of you are mutuals and I like, never talk to y’all. I’m sorry :( I’m just bad at initiating conversations. Feel free to send me a message if you want to though! I love getting asks and IMs, it makes me feel good inside UwU

Thank you for reading! (and sorry this is so long jfc)

#long post #the rantings of a maple #this took longer than I thought

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briannadeberry · 6 years

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Brianna Reviews: Grey’s Anatomy

Episode 5: Everyday Angel

Directed by: Chandra Wilson

Written by: Julie Wong

Episode Summary:

At the hospital, while Bailey and Jo work together to help solve a mysterious case of stomach pain; Alex learns to work with Link and not let his past with Jo upset him. Jackson returns much to Maggie's surprise, but initially she's less than happy with him until the matchmaker helps her realize the true problem. Levi believes he's mistakenly taken Nico's interactions as come-ons, and Richard teaches Andrew a lesson about being a leader. Outside the hospital, Owen and Amelia spend all day outside Betty's school in attempt to keep her from skipping. Meredith talks Teddy through her animosity towards Owen by helping her understand that Owen is a good guy and deserves to know he's the father of her child.

Ah...the good was short lived.

I really wanted the love to continue. I really did. And it just didn’t hit it with me. Sorry. So this week’s review is going to be brutal. But, this is MY opinion. You’re certainly welcomed to yours...you can comment with a post to your review or leave a comment down below.

But, please...no attacking

Okay, let’s start off like we always do...and I will share things I liked about the episode:

Amelia and Owen.

Why do I get the feeling that in a few short episodes this ship will be ruined? Why?

I absolutely loved them this episode...they were adorable. And they are in my #goals list when it comes to relationships. I love their interactions, and I think they are finally getting to know themselves for real this time and not some different version of themselves, i.e. Amelia’s tumor.

But, we get to see a caring side of Amelia and she finally opens up about her son. Which is a big deal. And for her to be finally comfortable telling Owen that...my heart flutters.

My heart flutters.

Bailey + Jo

The dynamic duo is back at it again...and this time, they’re helping a patient who begged for Meredith Grey. Like...she put her foot in the ground, made the line in the dirt, and she was not ready to see anyone other than the esteemed doctor herself.

Only, Meredith had taken a personal day.

So she was stuck with Bailey and Jo...which aren’t that bad, if you ask me. I mean, Bailey’s a freaking genius and works just as hard, if not more so, and is just as dedicated to the craft as Meredith. And in the end...they were the ones who found out what was ailing her...and, not Meredith Grey. Something Bailey pointed out, herself.

Oh...and I loved that addition Jo made when Bailey was making a case as to why she should choose them. It was just hilarious.

Jackson’s back!

Am I the only one excited that Jackson’s back? Yeah. No? Okay. This has a double-edged sword...so expect something more on this...but I am excited that Jackson’s back.

(And yes...it’s a bit contradictory...you know, you’re just gonna have to wait a minute.)

Jackson’s case.

Well, you’re probably wondering what made Jackson return in the first place? And that my friends is a patient, Rafi, who he stumbled upon in the forest, with Scapular osteochondroma, and he volunteered to help pro bono. He enlisted the help of Karev and Link to help him with the process. When the surgery uncovered another issue that would, in fact, lead them to make it so that the child could live...but not in the way that the child would be happy. But, luckily, Jackson is able to find another way...thanks to Maggie.

And they were able to save Rafi and give him the quality of life he would want.

Link & Alex Confrontation

Luckily, for us, the confrontation between the two doctors didn’t last long. And wasn’t drawn out...as other, certain drama...*cough, cough* Teddy.

In fact, it’s interesting to know...that Alex wasn’t upset with Link because of the relationship he shares with Jo. He wasn’t jealous.

He was upset because he thought/felt that he wasn’t there for Jo when she needed him. Remember Paul? Yeah, that’s what Karev was ultimately upset about.

And after the talk they had, I think Alex was able to move on. And I think their relationship won’t be stone cold anymore.

At least...I hope.

Link on guitar, DeLuca on Guitar, and Webber singing. What more do you want?!

Oh my God. Oh my God. Where the hell has this been all my life!? I mean...my heart fluttered, and I literally paused the show and danced around my living room...I was that happy...that excited about it.

I didn’t know Webber could sing...and I loved it.

I am happy that they chose to end it like this. I think it was a gift, and I really appreciate it. It was beautiful and it made my heart sing.

I wish they would do another musical episode...oh wait:

youtube

No...for the part where I’m not a fan of...and I’m not even going to try to keep it in order, so let’s get started:

Maggie.

Wasn’t long before she’s back in this list, wasn’t it?

There was like a small snippet where I thought she was going to grow a fucking backbone, but it was shortlived. Yeah, you can say I’m still butthurt about Japril, but I just don’t like Jaggie. (Do you know how hard it was for me to write that?)

I think I can actually put into words...why I don’t like about this couple. I mean...other than the fact that this relationship will NEVER match up to Jackson and April and the fact that they’re siblings. Kind of. (Jackson’s mother married Maggie’s biological dad, whom she has recognized as such.)

Especially since the last episode, she was literally in the “what I love” section and you know who was gone.

I think she turns to mush whenever Jackson is around. I think she turns into a little school girl and she can’t focus, everything she does....is literally centered around Jackson and her relationship with him. Why isn’t it working? Why can’t he talk to me? Why can’t he be more open?

Blah, blah, blah.

I’m not saying that she can’t be hurt or asking these questions, but again... the majority of the time, it’s occurring during work. A place of professionalism (another reason why I liked Alex and Link, Alex was able to put aside his dislike of Link to help save Rafi’s life.)

I don’t know. My observations could be wrong. But, that’s the impression I got.

Meredith Grey

Oh my God...really!?

I love Meredith Grey....so, so much...and you have to realize how painful it was to put this in this part of the list. But, Meredith...was shady as f••• in this episode. I mean...she stalked Teddy, brought her into her house, to talk about Owen’s baby.

I have a small question: Were Teddy and Meredith close when Teddy was on the series as a series regular? Did they have some sort of connection? Were they friends?

Because this feels so out of character. I know Meredith is trying to be the “good guy” and trying to be helpful...on all sides.

But, it didn’t feel like it. I have, like, zero impression that they stayed in touch over the years like she has done with Cristina, so I don’t get the “I need to help her” thing.

And what hurts the most, is the fact that she is literally doing this behind her sister’s back. The one who is going to get hurt the most by this...and she has no respect for her, no human decency to try to warn her.

She doesn’t treat this newfound relationship seriously, and doesn’t inform Teddy that “Hey, Amelia’s seriously seeing Owen.” I know she can’t really speak to her about Amelia’s true feelings, but on the same side as Meredith telling Amelia, she should tell Teddy what’s going on. Because they’re kinda...(if not officially) back together.

I had another two points, but one of them was kind of meaningless, and the other is a rant about yet another love triangle. And you know, I don’t want to say something prematurely, and not see the full picture, so I’m going to hold off on that...until it unfurls.

All in all, if we look back from the previous episode, I’m slightly bummed. It took one step forward, and then two steps back this episode. I didn’t get the old, warm, and cozy feelings I had from previous episodes.

And it just wasn’t my favorites. It wasn’t something I would watch again and again with love.

I’m going to give this episode a ....

B-

The things I loved about the episode, outweigh the things I don’t. And it wasn’t a horrible episode, just...very disappointing. I hope it goes back to the type of episode that aired a few weeks back...the episode that managed to get an “A” from me.

But, who knows. The season is just starting, it can still turn around. I hope.

#BriannaReviews #GreysAnatomy #EverydayAngel #episodereview

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A Feminist’s Guide to Critiquing Hillary Clinton

Fair warning: This blog is not going to be angry. It will not be written in all caps. There will be no vulgarity. And it probably wont go viral. I dont care.

What I do care about is the fact Ive read over 70+ articles in the past two weeks alone discussing the 2016 election and what I see is a total lack of nuance and a lot of critiques that overgeneralize or underplay the very real role gender plays when people talk about Clinton and/or any other women who dare to step into positions that for so long have only been held by men.

What I do care about is how on my Facebook feed and elsewhere, I see well meaning folks called out as sexist jerks for simply offering legitimate critiques of Clinton and what a Clinton presidency might look like.

I like nuance. I like messy. I dont like soundbites and simplicity. So, lets play the nuance game. For folks who love Clinton, realize that not every critique poised against her is based in sexism. For those who love Sanders, realize that sexism is very alive in 2016, and that you can love your candidate AND embrace the reality that politicking while female is an incredibly difficult thing to do. Imagine that. Both/and. For those who havent yet made up their minds, or dont fall into either of these categories, this is for you, too.

So, here is my attempt to create a list of productive ways to critique Hillary Clinton without being a sexist jerk.

1). Do not talk about her voice. Really. Just dont. Earlier this week (and pretty much throughout Clintons existence), weve seen pundits and others criticize her shrillness, her voice, and her masculine speaking style. Soraya Chemaly argues, Anger in a man doesnt make the world wonder out loud if his hormones have taken over his brain and rendered him an incoherent idiot who cant be trusted with Important Things. How many words for angry men are there? Ones that have the powerful and controlling cultural resonance of , and ,, ? Or, yep, . Karlyn Kohrs Campbell wrote an incredibly thoughtful piece discussing how our culture has negatively responded to Clintons inability to fit within the parameters set in terms of how one should act and speak as a woman in the political sphere. She says Clinton symbolizes the problems of public women writ large, the continuing demand that women who play public roles or function in the public sphere discursively enact their femininity, and that women who do not or who do so to only a limited degree, women whose training and personal history fit them for the roles of rhetor, lawyer, expert, and advocate, roles that are gender coded masculine, will arouse the intensely hostile responses that seem so baffling (15). Overall, what Campbell is arguing is that women in the political sphere, in order to be taken seriously, must enact just the right amount of femininity and masculinity, and that Clintons failure to be appropriately feminine has hindered her for decades.

She continues to thoughtfully lay out a masculine and feminine rhetorical style of speaking and discusses what that sounds like. In rhetorical terms, performing or enacting femininity has meant adopting a personal or self-disclosing tone (signifying nurturance, intimacy, and domesticity) and assuming a feminine persona, e.g., mother, or an ungendered persona, e.g., mediator or prophet, while speaking. It has meant preferring anecdotal evidence (reflecting womens experiential learning in contrast to mens expertise), developing ideas inductively (so the audience thinks that it, not this presumptuous woman, drew the conclusions), and appropriating strategies associated with womensuch as domestic metaphors, emotional appeals to motherhood, and the likeand avoiding such macho strategies as tough language, confrontation or direct refutation, and any appearance of debating ones opponents. Note, however, that feminine style does not preclude substantive depth and argumentative cogency (5).

Presidents Barack Obama, Ronald Reagan, and Bill Clinton use/used a feminine rhetorical style of speakingsomething which men can do and not be criticized for. Reagan was the great communicator. Both Clinton and Obama have been called some of the greatest orators in American history.

Hillary Clinton cannot perform femininity and her inability to play into this script Campbell argues reveals *our deficiencies*not Clintons. Campbell states, Our failure to appreciate the highly developed argumentative skills of an expert advocate, when the advocate is female, reveals our deficiencies, not hers. Legislation attendant on the second wave of feminism opened doors for able women who seek to exercise their skills in all areas of life, including the formation of public policy. If we reject all of those who lack the feminizing skills of Elizabeth Dole, we shall deprive ourselves of a vast array of talent (15).

2). Please dont talk about her likeability. As with the sound of her voice and her rhetorical speaking style, her likeability should have nothing to do with whether or not she would make a qualified president. Yes, I realize all candidates have to somewhat pass the likeability test, but for Clinton, because of the years long Hillary hating stemming from her time as first lady, this issue is in fact gendered, and to criticize her for not being likeable reeks of sexism. Henry Louis Gates Jr. argues, Hillary hating has become one of those national past times that unite the elite and the lumpen. Gary Wills notes, Hillary Hate is a large-scale psychic phenomenon. At the Republican convention there was a dismemberment doll on sale. For twenty dollars you could buy a rag-doll Hillary with arms and legs made to tear off and throw on the floor. .. . Talk shows are full of speculation about Hillarys purported lesbianism and drug use. Fine conspiratorial reasoning sifts whether she was Vince Fosters mistress or murderer or both. The Don Imus show plays a version of the song The Lady is a Tramp with new lyrics about the way the lady fornicates and menstruates and urinates, concluding, Thats why the First Lady is a tramp.’

As Nico Lang points out, She was a working woman and full political partner with (gasp) feminist tendencies. Among would-be first ladies in the early 1990s, these were exotic qualities. Clinton has continued to occupy thatsame space for the better part of three decades now, a one-woman culture war whoplays the political game the same way the men around her do. But unlike those men, Clinton is chided for being disingenuous and a political insider. Everyone else just gets to do their job. There are real reasons to have reservations about a Clinton presidency including her oft-cited ties to Wall Street and her hawkish foreign policy but how often are they the central force of the criticism lodged against her campaign? In an August poll, Quinnipac found that while political respondents felt that Hillary Clinton was strong and a candidate with experience, the words they most associated with her are liar, dishonest, and untrustworthy. These designations appear to be motivated by her Emailgate scandal and the ongoing questions about Benghazi but none of the myriad investigations into eitherhave turned up anything close to a smoking gun.

Rebecca Traister also notes, Recall the days following the 2008 Iowa caucus, when the media took advantage of Clintons defeat to let loose with their resentment and animosity toward her. That was when conservative Marc Rudov told Fox News that Clinton lost because When Barack Obama speaks, men hear Take off for the future! When Hillary Clinton speaks, men hear Take out the garbage! It was in the days after Iowa that Clinton infamously got asked about how voters believed her to be the most experienced and the most electable candidate but are hesitating on the likability issue. In late January, columnist Mike Barnicle told a laughing all-male panel on Morning Joe that Clintons challenge was that she looks like everyones first wife standing outside of probate court.’ In Diana B. Carlin and Kelly L. Winfreys analysis of the various ways Sarah Palin and Hillary Clinton were portrayed during the 2008 campaign, they note, Women who exhibited too many masculine traits are often ridiculed and lose trust because they are going against type or play into male political stereotypes that voters are rejecting (328).

More recently, Sady Doyle argues that, This plays out on the level of personal expression, too: Women are supposedly over-emotional, whereas men make stern, logical, intelligent judgments. So, if Hillary raises her voice, gets angry, cries, or (apparently) even makes a sarcastic joke at a mans expense, she will be seen as bitchy, crazy, cruel and dangerous. (Remember the NO WONDER BILLS AFRAID headlines after she raised her voice at a Benghazi hearing; remember the mass freak-out over her emotional meltdown when someone thought she might be crying during a concession speech.) She absolutely cannot express negative emotion in public. But people have emotions, and women are supposed to have more of them than men, so if Hillary avoids them if she speaks strictly in calm, logical, detached terms, to avoid being seen as crazy we find her cold, call her robotic and calculating, and wonder why she doesnt express her feminine side. Again, shes going to be faulted for feminine weakness or lack of femininity, and both are damaging. Okay, so she can never be sad, angry, or impatient. Thats not a ban on all emotion, right? Youd think the one clear path to avoiding the bitchy or cold descriptors would be to put on a happy face, and admit to emotions only when they are positive. Youd think that, and youd be wrong: It turns out, people hate it when Hillary Clinton smiles or laughs in public. Hillary Clintons laugh gets played in attack ads; it has routinely been called a cackle (like a witch, right? Because shes old, and female, like a witch); frozen stills of Hillary laughing are routinely used to make her look crazy in conservative media. She cant be sad or angry, but she also cant be happy or amused, and she also cant refrain from expressing any of those emotions. There is literally no way out of this one. Anything she does is wrong. Given these constraints, Doyle argues it is impossible for Clinton to be likeable.

Look at how shes tried to address this issue. Dancing like a fool, talking about fashion, laughing more. What has it gotten her? Nothing but backlash.

Dave Holmes writes in , Youre not fun. Stop trying to pretend youre fun. writes an entirefaux op-ed from Clinton entitled I am Fun painting her attempt at being fun as insincere and manufactured.

In the eyes of the American public, Hillary Clinton will be fun. Or likeable. Or someone youd want to have a beer with. And it shouldnt matter. Period. So quit it with the likeability stuff, already. Its stupid and petty. I dont care if my president knows how to dance or even knows how to dress well. And you shouldnt, either.

3). Do criticize her on substantive issues. As Kevin Young & Diana C. Sierra Becerra argue, Clinton is the embodiment of corporate feminism. In their piece, they cite many areas where Clinton could have been and could still be a better advocate for womens rights. Its a fair critique but one that falls under the radar when were so concerned with her voice, appearance, and dance skills.

4). Know your history, do some research, and when criticizing, be fair. One of the claims I often hear as to why some dont trust Clinton, or why some feel shes untrustworthy is because she sat on the board of Walmart. Ok. But lets dig a little deeper. Ann Klefstad notes, Not to take anything away from Bernie and Jane, but think what an advantage this is: to build a career in a location of your choosing, with the strong support of a highly qualified and intelligent person who is unconditionally loyal to you. This was also Bill Clintons situationafter Yale, finding Hillary, heading home to Arkansas, and building a brilliant career in politics. But heywhat about Hillary? After getting a law degree from Yale (an all-male institution a few years previously) she meets Bill. She dumps her career as a congressional aide to move to Arkansas with Bill. I can imagine her dilemma. This was the 1970s. If she wanted to be with Bill, she would be riding on the ship he was captain of. There were consequences to that. She would be a partner in creating a political career that would accomplish many of the goals she wanted to accomplish. Bill very much admired her superb intellect and political skills as well. So they embarked. Theyre in Arkansas. Vermont politics have a pretty clean record. Arkansas? Not so much. You do make your own choices, but the context youre in, well, it matters. The Arkansas economy was in the toilet. The only bright star was the Walton family and Walmart, which was on track to become the biggest retailer in the world. They provided (in Arkansas) an expanding number of well-paid jobs. Bill was governor. Should Hillary have dumped his political career for a chance to spit in Sam Waltons eye? Well, that wasnt going to happen. She sat on the Walmart board and did what she could to both ensure the prosperity of the state of which her husband was governor and to do the right thing. She has almost always chosen the path (sometimes not the one youd pick) that would enable her to accomplish some good actions, rather than the pure path that tends to lead to inaction, or to exile from the power than enables you to make change.

Still dont like the fact she sat on the board? Fine. Dont like her stances on foreign policy? Totally ok. But understand the choices Clinton made in the context in which she livednot in a vacuum. This goes for all of her political choices. Never assume anything about any candidate without doing a little research first. Its amazing how much you can find out on this magical thing called the interwebs.

5). Dont assume critiques against Clinton are automatically rooted in sexism, and when calling out someone for critiquing Clinton, dont assume they, are in fact, sexist either. Take the #BernieBro label, for example. According to Glenn Greenwald, Have pro-Clinton journalists and pundits been subjected to some vile, abusive, and misogynistic rhetoric from random, anonymous internetsupporters of Sanders who are angry over their Clinton support?. Does that reflect in any way on the Sanders campaign or which candidate should win the Democratic primary? . The reason pro-Clinton journalists are targeted with vile abuse online has nothing specifically to do with the Sanders campaign or its supporters. It has everything to do with the internet. There are literally no polarizing views one can advocateonline including criticizing Democratic Party leaders such as Clinton or Barack Obama that will not subject one to a torrent of intense anger and vile abuse. Its not remotely unique to supporting Hillary Clinton: Ask Megyn Kelly about that, or the Sanders-supporting Susan Sarandon and Cornel West, or anyone with a Twitter account or blog. Ive seen online TV and film critics get hauled before vicious internet mobs for expressing unpopular views about a TV program or a movie. Amanda Hess pushes further arguing as soon as the Bernie Bro materialized, the conversation around it deteriorated. As the meme gained momentum, some popularizers stopped bothering to marshal any kind of evidence that Sanders supporters were sexist … . This is a familiar online phenomenon. Just as mansplaining morphed from a useful descriptor of a real problem in contemporary gender dynamics to an increasingly vague catchall expression, ass Benjamin Hart put it in 2014,the Bernie Bro argument has been stretched beyond recognition by both its champions and its critics.What began as a necessary critique of leftist sexism has been replaced by a pair of straw men waving their arms in the wind.

If the label applies, absolutely use it. Call out sexism and misogyny-especially if its coming from someone who claims to be progressive. However, I worry the label is being thrown around loosely and being applied to many well meaning, non-sexist male critics of Clinton. And that only silences debate. I dont want anyone to feel as though they cannot legitimately critique Clinton for fear of being called sexist, a BernieBro, or other names.

Overall, as with most of my writing, this piece was for me. Every time I read an article about Clinton or Sanders or sexism or the fight for the soul of the Democratic Party I find myself wishing for more nuance, less click-bait, and sound and civil discourse. Im tired of seeing the same soundbites repeated on my Facebook wall, seeing good friends of mine unfriend each other or worse because theyre on Team Sanders or Team Clinton and cant find common ground to have a legitimate debate about what this election is really about. In the words of my good friend Greg Wright, If you can imagine a better opportunity to demand the world we want, Id like to hear when you think it will come. When will better circumstances reveal themselves again? What political climate are you relying on to thrust the most unlikely candidate into the realm of possible? You want to know what will make this all the more likely to happen again? Demanding that it happen now.

We are at a historic moment in American history, not unlike the 2nd wave feminist movement. Gloria Steinem once said of Betty Friedan I believe that she was looking to join society as it existed, and the slightly younger parts of the movement were trying to transform society. And those were kind of two different goals. Like Friedan, I would argue that Clinton wants to work within the structure we have, while Sanders wants to transform society. He wants a revolution. In the words of Robert Reich, Ive known Hillary Clinton since she was 19 years old, and have nothing but respect for her. In my view, shes the most qualified candidate for president of the political system we now have. ButBernie Sanders is the most qualified candidate to create the political system we should have, because hes leading a political movement for change.

Sexism is real, and I love the fact that we are even talking about the ugly face of sexism in politics. However, we must be able to criticize a female candidate without resorting to sexist tactics, or be called sexist for critiquing her in the first place.

Overall, as many have pointed out, both Sanders and Clinton would be undeniably better as our next commander in chief than anyone currently running in the Republican arena. So I would caution democrats to get too entrenched within their teams that they refuse to see the bigger picture of the need to elect a Democrat in this next election. There are ways to disagree with one another that dont need to devolve into name calling or soundbite repeating. On Facebook and elsewhere, engage with those on either side in mindful and productive ways. This is an incredibly important election for so many reasons, but that doesnt mean we cant have thoughtful debates. So keep reading. Keep posting. Keep fighting for your team. Just dont embrace the ugly. Theres enough of that out there already.

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/a-feminists-guide-to-critiquing-hillary-clinton/ from All of Beer https://allofbeercom.tumblr.com/post/169872294377

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