#waves if dante looks back at him when hes hitting them from the back

[bladelineagesalsu]

hongdan is so funny to me bc its like. is anyone gonna simp for the funny clockperson? no? just me? okey dokey!!! ^^

#me when my manager tells me to do something 🫡 #hes like. ive decided i am ur dog now! tell me to do stuff! reward me with treats! :3 #i can be anything. ur lover ur protector ur psycho girlypop #guy goes yipee!! when dante lets him eat them out #waves if dante looks back at him when hes hitting them from the back #sorry. this got raunchy all the sudden. #thoughts are being thunk!... #hong lu #dante

[skyeslittlecorner]

Omg loveeee your works and the smol kings 😍 Can I have some more plssssss 🥺 Like MC teasing them for being so little (poke and bite those cheeks... 👉👈), then carrying them in their hands for cuddles or some kissie and huggie 🥹🥹🥹 Or any other fluff stuff too!!!!!

Ahhh they're just too precious 🥺 Nobles move aside, it's time to take care of these rascals personally. Little, lovable rascals. The more I see them like this, the more I hope that PB will take the opportunity and turn them into kids one day. Even for a moment. Let me hold and cuddle baby Satan pleeeaseee 🙏🙏

PS. I swear it supposed to be fluff BUT Levi said noooo who need fluff when we can have ✨trauma✨. He doesn't cooperate even in fanfics.

Satan

Remember how Sitri was worried about whether it was good idea to show Satan to people of Gehenna? You found out how wrong he was as soon as the other kids appeared on the horizon. Satan's gaze was glued to them. Silenced by the Paimon’s bubble gum, tearing the teddy bears brought by Leraye, didn't even pay attention to the nobles, he just grabbed your hand and pointed towards the group of kids with sticks.

"Over there! Let’s go!"

You were alone with him for a while, but it wouldn't hurt if you two went out to play, right? He didn't need the nobles' presence. But you? You were supposed to sit with him and the kids. When Satan took a stick they were pretending is a gun, you expected to get one too. Instead, he stood in front of you and stated seriously:

“You're my queen, you don't fight! I'm fighting for you.”

He looked so cute that you burst out laughing and pinched his fluffy cheek. He groaned and pushed your hand away. 

"No! You can't! You don't do that to warriors!”

“Then protect me bravely, my king.”

You moved away to a safe distance so as not to accidentally get hit by a piece of bark or a bullet of the mud. Two women who stood a little further away, apparently the mothers of some kids from group, invited you to join them.

“I didn't know you had children, he looks so sweet…”

“He's really strong! Just like his majesty Satan. Incredible”

You watched tenderly as the little ones rolled in the dust and puddles. Kids. You had to explain everything to the women, but maybe not yet. A family with him… The very idea melted you inside. More and more often you wondered if you really wanted to come back to Earth.

Mammon

You were gone for fifteen minutes at most. It took you a moment of wandering around the gallery to find the bathroom, and then an even longer moment not to get lost in the bathroom itself (why was a sauna there?). As you returned to the alley where you left the nobles with the little king, you heard howling. You had a bad feeling. They were confirmed when you turned between the shelves and a scene straight from Dante's Inferno appeared before your eyes.

Bimet was crouching and waving toy cars, Eligos was swinging a gold-plated candy bar, and Mammon was sitting on the floor and crying. Valefor was the only one who looked conscious, with the phone to his ear.

“There you are,” he smiled with relief as you came closer in your stupor. “I tried to call you. His Majesty… You see what happened as soon as you left us.”

Bimet narrowed his eyes and huffed.

“Come here and fix it.”

You didn't even feel like making fun of them because this sobbing was tearing your heart apart. Mammon was really tiny as a child. You knelt down and gathered him in your arms, his slim body clinging to you with all his frail strength. He calmed down, but only a little.

“Here, here. Everything's fine. What happened?"

“I found… something… for you.” His voice was interrupted by hiccups. "But you were not there…"

You kissed the top of his head, between the curled horns. His head sometimes tilted to the left, where the heavier horn was.

“Shhh, I won't leave you anymore.”

“You promise?”

You nodded, and the kid smiled through his tears. He sniffed and pressed a candy bracelet into your hand. When he grabbed your hand, you felt that he still had some of his adult strength in him. From now on, you were forbidden to leave his side.

Beelzebub

You spent the entire day running back and forth around Avisos after the little king who refused to sit still. You thought your legs were going to fall off. When you were sitting on the couch in the office and the little boy was falling asleep on your lap, you realized that you simply went about it wrong. It was a better idea to take him to the feast immediately. It's true that he ate three pubs, but this bill was nothing compared to his usual conquests. He lay curled up, his head in your lap, holding your hand.

“My tummy hurts.”

Bael, although he took pity enough not to rush him to work, still preferred to have you both with him, in the office.

“So you didn't have to eat that much?”

“I am the king of gluttony.”

“You're a little worm, Beel. This is how you end up mixing newt eyes with Eastern European moonshine. Next time you'll think about what you're cooking."

He was answered by a childish grumble, as Beel squeezed your hand tighter.

“Don't listen to Bael, he's stupid. It tasted so nice…”

"I heard it."

"He worries about you." You stroked the blond hair that you had already braided.

Beel wanted to talk to you again, take you somewhere, but you saw that his eyes were closing completely. You laid down on the couch and let him snuggle against your chest. 

Bael just glanced at you, but soon you were both asleep. He sighed and covered you with the blanket, and now that Beelzebub was asleep, he could stroke his hair a little too. Stupid... but he's still his king. And a friend, after all.

Leviathan

Young Levi was even quieter than usual, and much, much more fearful. He didn't want to have anything to do with anyone. He hid in corners and nooks, and the fact that he was tiny didn't help. You knew that the invisible Foras was watching over him, but that didn't calm you down. A gift for this child came to your mind, when you saw that all the pens were missing from the desk.

You found Levi hidden behind his coffin, with a stack of notes scattered around. All the drawings were black, gloomy and hastily sketched.

“Leviathan?”

He started like a frightened deer ready to run away.

“Don't go, please… it's me. It's just me. I have something for you."

He didn't back down, but he didn't invite you in either. Still, you sat down across from him and placed a new pack of colored pencils next to drawings. He looked at them, his small lips quivering as if he were holding back tears.

“I don't want them.”

"Why?"

“It wasn't… it wasn't colorful there.”

His drawings made it all too clear to you what he was thinking. You saw the castle of Hades and the spindly Levi himself. You could tell by the horns. But other children, with broken horns, with bandages...

“They want you to be happy.” You reached out and wiped away the tears that ran down his pale cheeks. Little fists rubbed eyes in anger. Tears came to your own eyes as you looked at his silent pain.

Leviathan himself must have felt terrified, because he stood up and staggered closer. Trembling fingers grabbed your sleeve. A piercing sob hit you straight in the heart. All you could do was cradle him in your arms. 

You took a new piece of paper, the brightest color you could find, and started to draw. You gently stroked the shaking shoulders and only picked up the paper when you finished.

"Look here."

Your artistic skills left much to be desired, especially that you didn’t draw with your leading hand, because thi one was holding a crying child. The picture of Levi with his nobles and, above all, you, was bursting with colors. Foras must have had a lot of fun seeing this, but you had to swallow your pride.

“It's nasty.” Levi commented through tears. “And Glasyal looks like he has a hump. That's not how it should look."

But you managed to distract him. Now, until he fell asleep in your arms, little Leviathan never left your side.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb satan #whb beelzebub #whb mammon #whb leviathan #skye's little talk

[gurugirl]

A Balancing Act Sneak Peek

A/N: I'll be posting Part 1 of this 4 part mini series next week (not sure what day yet but I'll be announcing it). This is a 1.5k word sneaky so enjoy! xoxo

Series requested by @cinnamonone

It had been a while since she’d been interested in anyone. And she didn’t know what Harry wanted but the night before she was picking up certain vibes. She could be wrong. Perhaps she’d misread the whole situation. But she thought it could be fun to get out a little. Try and move on from the trauma of her last relationship. She tried not to think of it when she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Moving on had been something she’d been attempting to do for a while. A fun night with a handsome pop star could help a little. If that’s where things led. Hopefully.

At the bar, she ordered soda water to start. She didn’t want to get sloppy, just in case it turned into something more than just a friendly chat. It was around the time Harry said he’d meet her. She’d give him a little leeway to be late since he had just gotten finished putting on a concert for thousands of adoring fans.

But when another thirty minutes had passed she checked her phone to find that there was nothing from him and no sign of his cute dimples in the bar anywhere either.

She waved at the bartender, “I’ll have a glass of house chardonnay please.”

She figured she might as well have one more glass of wine for the evening before calling it a night.

Looking at Instagram while she waited for her glass of wine she realized she had a dm. It was from Dante. An artist she hit it off with at her last art showing. They’d been messaging back and forth a bit but nothing had come of it. He lived a few hours away from her so getting together again hadn’t really been brought up. Except now.

Hey!  I’ll be heading your way for an art exhibit soon. Would love to catch up in person if you’re free. Would you be interested in seeing me again? I’ll let you know when I’ll be in town when I find out more.

Smiling she began to type her response when the bartender placed her glass of wine down along with an envelope with her name written on the front.

She looked up at the young man in question

“Concierge handed this to me right after you ordered.”

“But how did you know this was for me?” She lifted the envelope up and flipped it over to open it up.

“Because I have your credit card with your name on it when you started your tab. Plus they described you. It’s from a very special guest I’m told.”

A very special guest.

She pulled her lips into her mouth to hide the grin that was about to take over as she looked around the bar, still, with no sign of Harry.

Pulling out the contents of the envelope she took a sip of her wine.

Sorry, I ran late. Take a drink in my room with me? p1900 - H

Blinking her eyes she felt her pulse pick up as she folded the note and tucked it into her purse. She gulped down another bit of chardonnay and grinned to herself, already having completely forgotten about Dante.

So she had read this right. The nerves in her belly bubbled up as she waved at the bartender, Check please!”

After making a pitstop at her room to “freshen” up she realized that in the elevator the buttons for the floors stopped off at 8. After that was P.

Penthouse.

Hitting the P, she leaned her back into the wall as the elevator took her to the top floor.

The moment she stepped out of the elevator she was greeted by a man, “Can I help you, ma’am?”

“Oh!” She suddenly remembered who she was dealing with. Harry Styles, a world-famous, A-list pop star. Of course, he’d have security. “Yes, I uh… Harry invited me up-“ She reached into her purse and pulled out the note, “Here.”

The man unfolded the note and then looked at her with a smile, “Y/n?”

So he’d told them her name…

She nodded as he handed the note back to her, “Follow me.”

She figured this was something Harry had done before; had people brought to his room. The occasional one-night stand. Some fun for the weekend.

The man knocked at the door and only a handful of seconds passed before Harry was standing in the doorway, wearing the same comfortable after-concert outfit he’d been wearing when she left the venue earlier.

He smiled at her, “Come in,” and then looked at the man, “Thanks, Shamus.”

The suite was huge. That was no surprise. She’d seen a few nice suites in her days. Being an artist wasn’t always so lucrative but she was often invited to the good after parties. She had a lot of artsy fartsy friends, some very well-off.

“I’m really sorry about being so late. I just got caught up and then before I realized the time it was too late. I’m glad you were still at the bar.”

“Yeah,” she said as she walked around toward the sitting area with the large woven rug and plush couches, “about that… what if I wasn’t in the bar? I was about to go back to my room.”

“Well, then I guess we would have missed one another. That would have been a shame.”

“But you have my number. You could have reached out.”

Harry scratched the back of his neck as she sat down. She was acting far more confident than she really was. But this was part of what she did. She was constantly put into situations where she needed to be confident and sell herself. Her art was an extension of herself. So when she needed to make some sales at shows and galleries she learned just how to do that. Her art sold itself for the most part. But there were enough people who wanted her story. Sometimes, she was what sold her piece. She’d do whatever it took to not be a starving artist anymore.

“I know I could have. But… I hope you don’t take offense. I have a rule not to give out my number so easily. Not that I think you’d use it to do anything but I’ve just had some really bad experiences. People I’ve trusted have betrayed me and changing my number is something I have nightmares about,” he laughed as sat down next to her on the couch.

She laughed with him. She actually could sort of understand it. Being a woman was like that in a way. Giving out her number to someone could be risky. It was a gamble to have her information out there with someone she didn’t know well.

“I’m not offended. But I really thought you’d changed your mind. Though, in all honesty,” she stretched her arms overhead and leaned back into the very shockingly comfortable couch, “I was sort of looking forward to my bed. I’m exhausted.”

Harry leaned back and draped his leg over his knee, “I know what you mean. If I were you I’d much prefer a comfy bed than to spend any time with me either,” he laughed and then put his arm along the back of the couch, “but really… if you’re tired, don’t feel pressure to stay. I am glad you’re here, though.”

There it was. He gave her the choice. So he could have the green light. The thumbs up. He was clever. Telling her she didn’t have to stay but also letting her know he wanted her there. The ball was in her court.

“I’m curious as to why you think I’m interesting enough to invite back to your room for a drink, of which I’ve not yet been offered,” she teased with a chuckle. She didn’t want to seem like some pushover but at the same time, she felt a little flirty. She’d had such a good night at the gallery and she hadn’t been alone with a man nearly as attractive as Harry in… well, she’d never been alone with a man as attractive as Harry. And he was very much giving off the air of flirty himself. The way he kept putting his finger up to his lip, the eye contact, his arm reaching across the couch behind her… His body language was a dead giveaway.

 “You don’t think you’re interesting?”

Y/n smiled. He was good. Of course that was a good line to use on someone he didn’t know. She was wondering something very specific that he’d yet to admit. That she was there for some fun. A quick romp. He had a need that he wanted filled and so did she. The reason he’d asked her to his room was for that. Yet he insisted on playing coy.

“I know I’m interesting. But you don’t know me. So why is it that you’ve asked me here?” She raised her brows at him as he stood and walked to the buffet across the room.

“I felt comfortable with you from the start. It’s nice to have a conversation with someone new once in a while. Not someone in the industry,” Harry turned back with a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in his other, “and sorry I didn’t offer you a drink. Wine?”

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[polarisbibliotheque]

About the time a guy was being creepy to me on a professional setting and my gut feeling told me "GET OUT NOW"

Ok, so hi! This post has to do with a reblog recently here in my blog, on one of my fics regarding Dante and Vergil with an s/o suffering from being hit on without their consent. I write Devil May Cry fanfiction and that was my way of coping with a CREEP being, well, a creep.

Who would've known, fanfic is therapeutical

My answer got so big, I decided to make a separate post about it - and I'm talking like this because, if this gets out the DMC sphere and other people read it, they'll understand the fandom talk a little bit. This is not just for the fandom, but everyone out there.

Including men. All of us are prone to being targets of creeps - even if I'll be telling about my experience as a woman, take this advice to your heart NO MATTER your gender.

When this episode happened in my life, I was 27 y/o, I think...? I got pushed into such a stupid corner by this guy who kept messaging me with "work related" stuff... And my family wasn't validating my "this is weird" feeling.

So... What happened?

(TW: I mention the words "rape" and "sexual abuse" but none of that has happened. It was a red flag and I want to talk about avoiding it like the plague and how people might dismiss your gut feeling when something is wrong. I write with brutal honesty, curse words and don't censor anything, because I'm here to tell people how it is not curating content to go viral on clean ~family friendly~ social media. This is honest advice I'd give someone else, so it's just a heads up. I'm a little jaded with all the censoring of "forbidden words" when you have to discuss serious subjects like this nowadays hahahaha)

First context, I'm a Lawyer. Hi. I know it doesn't sound like it Second context, I'm from Latin America. Hi again!

Well, in my country, we have to vote every couple of years for the National Lawyer Association President and Vice-President (for my USA people, it's like the BAR association for Lawyers - meaning only lawyers who have passed the BAR and are, indeed, full-fledged to the association and with a lawyer permit can vote). I hate it, but it is what it is, I have to vote every time for one of those posh speaking clowns or else.

This much older guy stopped me at the entrance to the voting building to do some political propaganda of one of the candidates. Expected. They weren't the ones I was gonna vote 'cause their agenda didn't fit what I wanted for the Association - nevertheless, I smiled and was polite. Guy wouldn't shut up, but that's a lawyer thing. Kept being polite, dismissed him kindly and went inside to vote.

As I came back, guy is there and stops me. I had called my mom to give me a ride home - by that time, I had been broke and without a job for 2 years up until that point, trying to get back into the ~lawyer business~ and recover from a very bad burnout, so paying a ride back home was a big no. I had my phone on my hand and kept chatting because, you know, networking. You never know.

Now, mind you. I'm about to celebrate my 30th birthday this year, but people seriously think I'm underage wherever I go. I have to literally show them my credentials and ID so they can believe a single word I say. This guy, must've been around his 50s or something - and I look like a teen or, at best, 20 years old. I graduated when I was 22, so that's the most he could've imagined I was.

As we're talking, dude is flexing his career so hard I start to do the same. He says he has known the President and influential people in politics (back then, far-right government, so red flag already waving in the horizon), he has an office both here and in New York and Miami, he has worked with the FBI (we're in Latin America, the USA stuff is a flex for far-right people). I say I have worked as the Labor Lawyer in a huge worldwide known multinational company, coordinated with people in the USA and UK, had around 100 cases to manage monthly and keep the company in order when the directors were not around.

Guy is impressed and asks for my contact on LinkedIn. I'm down for it, I'm looking for a job and he could be one hell of a way to get back on business. Dude mentions he's in digital law and, heck, I wanted so bad to get into digital law! It was like he was put in my way by the angels to help me get back on my feet!

He asks for my resumé and my cellphone number, so he can have me in his office to have a cup of coffee. I am soaring by now. "That's it!!" I think "That's my ticket back to being a lawyer, to having my own money, to breaking the cycle of unemployment and having my career back!" - so I do it! I give him my number!

hello, workaholic aunt here speaking, my career was everything to me, I'd do everything for it

After I got back home, told my mom everything, and everyone was so happy. That's when he started sending me messages - asking for my address so he could send me some lawyer magazines and such... Even though he had asked when we were talking before and I changed the subject. I didn't give him of course, but instead sent him my resumé.

So, next day he asks me about that coffee and I said we can make it happen... Even if he got my name wrong. I have a pretty exotic name in whatever country I go, so it's a common mistake, known to happen, no one can pronounce my name right if I don't teach them how to, so yeah. I'm willing to gloss over that.

I'm assuming he read my resumé, saw how smart, capable and hardworking I am, and wants to talk business. Wants to offer me a job. I'm super ready. I'm taking my business clothes out of the closet, I'm cleaning my high heel black boots, I'm checking my references and vocabulary so I don't screw up. Guy sends a message saying he wants to take me out for lunch.

Red flag. My instincts flare up and I'm just staring at the screen. I start reviewing everything. I mean... Business lunches are ok, right? I had lunches with my manager and director plenty of times back in the day and it never got weird. So... Why was I feeling weird now...?

Guy says we can go out for lunch and then back at his office so he can show me around. I was like "hmmm... ok? shouldn't be weird. this is normal." but nevertheless I went to check with my mom and my sister.

Both said it was fine. I was feeling weird because it's a guy and me and I shouldn't be feeling uneasy - it's my social anxiety/workplace trauma talking. It's the opportunity of a lifetime. I shouldn't screw up.

I keep talking to him. I ask where we should meet up for this lunch and he tells me to give him my address, so he could pick me up and we can go to "a nice place to have lunch" (his words, not mine).

Red flags are dancing around my head. I keep thinking "have I lead him on something????" and going mad. What was I wearing? Only work clothes, that's all - suit pants, black high heel boots, dark silk shirt and only a nude lipstick so my lips wouldn't get chapped. My shirt didn't even show cleavage.

It's ridiculous how I feel this is a thing I should add 'cause heaven forbid the cleavage

What about what I've said? Did I accidentally flirt?? 'Cause that's been known to happen - I'm a clueless ace who can't for the life of me notice when people are flirting or not or notice when people think I'm flirting with them. And usually when they are not flirting or being attractive, that's when the magic happens for me! So... What gives?! Did I do something wrong, that sent the wrong message?

I mean, I was nice, yes. But you're supposed to be nice to people. I'm not gonna be rude just because most guys can't keep it in their pants.

I go over the messages. I didn't do anything strictly not business like. I'm very good at that. I have only worked responding to men as bosses in my life, had four male bosses before him, all different ages, marital status, star signs, backgrounds, lives. The best colleagues and co-workers I used to spend hours having coffee and laughing with were men. So I know how to keep professional and not mixing things up. It wasn't a slip up from my side.

Well, then there's always the chance I was going crazy and overreacting, soooo... I go over to my mom and sister. They think it's weird, yes, but they do think that's exactly what's going on: I'm overreacting and my social anxiety/workplace trauma is blocking me from pursuing this opportunity that can help my career - and make me have a salary again so I can help at home.

Ok. I though up and go back to talking to him. I tell him fine but I'll go to the place myself, so he can tell me where he's thinking about having lunch. Guy tells me nothing and keeps insisting I give him my address and he will give me a ride so we can "get to know each other better".

My GODS I've never felt so uncomfortable. Not even when I had to stay ONLY with my boss working until 1 am, only the two of us in the company building, every light out except the one in the room we were in, him being around 15 years older than me and very confident, with the two of us having one of the best work chemistry I had in my LIFE.

He could've done ANYTHING to me, but we only talked strictly work. We were tired, he waited for my mom to pick me up at 1 am outside so nothing bad would happen to me, both of us under an umbrella, he apologized to my mom for having me stay at work so late and then went back home to his wife and kid. I NEVER, at ANY moment felt unsafe around him. He was my mentor, he was my boss, he was a good colleague and even somewhat of a friend.

So why on EARTH was I feeling SO UNCOMFORTABLE with this guy I had only met ONCE face to face in my life?

I start to voice my concerns. My mom and my sister think I'm only saying that because I don't want to go back to work. That I want to throw my career away because I can't control my anxiety and my feelings. We fight a couple of times and a couple of days. My mom tells my aunt about it. My aunt goes full FBI and does a background check on this dude.

That's when she told my mom some things weren't adding up. His LinkedIn profile was a little too weird and he had no ties whatsoever with the elected President of the Lawyer Association - was he really someone in their team for propaganda? Nevertheless, he did have an office and did work with digital law, both here and in the USA. I shouldn't let this opportunity slip.

I got so mad. SO MAD. To the point my sister decided to ask her boyfriend for his opinion on all of it and he was like "hey... your sister is kinda right. guy wouldn't offer to take ME to a nice restaurant to have lunch and go to his office later for a coffee, would he...? I mean, this never happened to me" - and sis' boyfriend is on the business meetings and negotiations/selling part of the spectrum. He knows what he's talking about.

So now I finally have a man validating my concerns.

I take the decision to shut the whole thing down. I go "very well, I will NOT meet him, I will NOT maintain contact with him, he's treating me like a whore he picked up on the street". At this point, I am FUCKING FUMING. But still, my sister and mom gave him the benefit of the doubt and made me feel like I was doing something wrong.

So I decided to marinate him for a while.

I should note that all his messages were sent close or around midnight, not at working hours. And I only answered at working hours. Since I was taking a while to respond, my dude just goes like, and I kid you not, "ooooh she's not answering, she's ignoring me, I don't like that *sad emoji*" LIKE A FUCKING 13 YEAR OLD (no offense, 13 y/o peoples, but this dude is a FULL GROWN ASS MAN).

I am offended, I am flabbergasted and I wish I could suplex him to oblivion.

I show my mom the message. She just stares at me in awe. She FINALLY is like "yeah, ok, this isn't very professional". ALL THIS TIME, I never really told her what I was thinking and what was really worrying me. And then I break her the news that, what I'm really afraid of, is that this guy is going to rape me in his car. Or he's going to drive me somewhere I can't fight or scream and then he'll rape me. Whatever the scenario, it ended up with me being raped and I was scared. SO. FUCKING. SCARED.

My mom goes into Sphinx mode - that's when she doesn't answer and doesn't even look at me and just ~thinks~. It's a brutal reality she doesn't like and I don't like it either, I mean, it's my safety we're talking about here.

I shut down the guy completely. I tell him there's a family emergency and I couldn't continue to give him any attention nor I could go out for that lunch and I couldn't talk anymore. He SUDDENLY goes cold and "I am sorry if any of my messages seemed inconvenient. Do answer when you have the time so we can make an appointment." And that's it. No more messages. He's done in my book.

My mom tells my aunt. Aunt goes Sherlock Holmes mode this time and, lo and behold, they find an website of this guy's office. My mom is shocked at how 90's internet it looks for a guy who works with digital law. She then recognizes the address of the office but the doesn't remember of any office building in that street - so she Googles it.

His "office" is actually a residential building - meaning, it was his home address. She shows it to me and I want to cry - out of rage, shame, fear, sadness. I go like "yeah, this is the place he wanted me to go, to his home. What was he going to do to me there, huh?" - and I think the answer is pretty obvious.

Later, speaking to my sister, she's like "I dunno why you're so mad" and I'm like "WELL MISS I just got PICKED UP LIKE A WHORE outside of an OFFICIAL EVENT for the NATIONAL LAWYER ASSOCIATION while I was DRESSED UP PROFESSIONALLY and looking for PROFESSIONAL opportunities and I COULD HAVE BEEN RAPED. I think I have all the right in the FUCKING WORLD to be FUMING."

That's when we diverged some more. She just said like "hey that's how the world works: women are treated like whores - you weren't the first one to have this happen to you and you won't be the last. What are you gonna do about it? Get over it."

Oh. Boy. I looked at my sister's eyes. I saw her just staring at me weirdly. A storm was approaching. The skies darkened. Bury the Light started playing in the background. Vergil's doppelgänger was standing behind me like an angel of death. (All DMC references for my non-DMC peoples)

"Well. I wanna have power. So much fucking power in this world that no one ever even thinks about treating me like that again. So much power they will fear standing in front of me and saying those words - they will look into my eyes and shut up. So much power I will never be afraid to walk on my own again and I will never have to doubt my feelings when I'm feeling unsafe because some lowlife pitiful little shit decided I should be a whore to satisfy him. I want to have power so I will never be this helpless again."

Cue in my sister just sitting there with butter in the slice of bread in her hand, staring at me like "wtf man... do you need a hug...?" and me doing a dramatic exit back to my room to, well... Write the fanfic in question.

(For my DMC creatures: I never even thought of Vergil when I said all of this, I just noted that thought later in my diary and reading it a couple of days later I was like "omg I have become my worst enemy, fuck you Verge" because I kid you not, I used to hate this man with all the fibers of my being - hence where my longfic Nemesis came from. I realized I lived long enough to become my worst enemy - and maybe I hated him because Vergil made me look at the part of myself I didn't like and didn't want to admit existed *I'm laughing while writing this, I do find it weirdly amusing*)

DMC things aside, this WHOLE episode made me feel so frustrated. I never had anyone to validate me, only people doubting me or asking me if I lead him on, or what was I wearing, or if I smiled too much, if I was being too nice, if I said something inappropriate, and so on. I had to get it all off my chest and I thought maybe, juuuust maybe, Dante and Vergil would've been more supportive regarding that.

Because, you know, they know trauma and they are protective as fuck. They can have all the red flags and mental issues in this world, but I don't think they would EVER dismiss their partner - especially a woman - feeling unsafe and fearing being abused or raped. In order to trust, you have to give the person and opportunity and room to open up to you without judgements - and I do think they aren't very judgy people.

I mean, they are demons, for fuck's sake. They can't judge anything especially Vergil

Also, I don't blame my mom nor my sister (even if I got really mad at her). In the end, both of them wanted what was best for me, they thought it was an opportunity and wanted me to get my career back. Truth is, no woman knows how to act when this happens. And they didn't know how to act as well. They didn't want to think of the worst: just like I was doubting myself and my own feelings, they were doubting theirs as well. We ALL had to be validated by a man to admit something was wrong and we weren't hysterical.

Ok, ok, storytime over. But I felt like sharing this because people, you are ALWAYS valid in your concerns - and there's no clothing, no smile, no attitude, no NOTHING that JUSTIFIES abuse. If you're abused or feeling like someone wants to take advantage of you, especially sexually, YOUR FEELINGS AND FEARS ARE VALID. Don't shrug it off or water it down just because people are saying you're overreacting - if I had listened to everyone around me instead of my gut feeling that something was REALLY wrong, only the gods know what would've happened. But I'll tell ya, it probably wouldn't have been good for me.

At best, I'd be mad this guy would want to pick me up like a whore and I'd have to turn him down and take a ride home. At worst, he would've raped me - in his car, at the "restaurant", at his "office". We don't know, but I didn't want to "give luck to bad luck" as we say where I live.

I didn't have support, so I wrote a story to feel supported by the fictional characters I look up to - I wished SO bad I was dating someone, especially a man, who'd tell me he'd go through hell and back to keep me safe and wouldn't allow anyone to hurt me and validate my feelings. Someone who would make me feel safe and I wouldn't have to only rely on myself.

cue in V saying he too wanted to be loved and protected, I tell you, all this time I thought I hated Vergil when I had only found my nemesis in a mirror

So, don't ever doubt yourselves. Don't ever doubt your gut feelings. We might want validation and someone to keep us safe, but sometimes we don't have that and have to rely on our survival mode. It sucks, but there's a reason why that thing is called "survival": it keeps you alive. It keeps you going.

And no one, NO ONE has the right to say you're overreacting, you're being hysterical, you're reading too much into it, you're just trying to find the easy way out, you just don't want an opportunity because you're lazy, you're crazy and deranged, etc, etc.

If your gut is flapping red flags all around, then overreact. Be hysterical. Read too much into it, find the easy way out, be lazy, be crazy and deranged. Be the villain. Be the bad person. You're not perfect. You're not a princess. Be comfortable with people telling you you're bad - but never NEVER let go of your gut feeling when your safety is on the line.

That fucking thing WILL save your life. Being too nice, though, might not. Listen to yourself, be TRUE to yourself, and, again, don't be afraid to be bad.

Someday you might just find your half-demon man who will support you, protect you and treat you as an equal powerhouse, but until that day, keep on conquering your self-esteem and unwavering will.

I'm just saying all of this now because:

1 - I was too scared to talk about this for a looong time afraid the guy in question would find this, know it's me and my safety would be on the line again

2 - Just now I'm getting comfortable with the concept of being "seen as the villain" and being "seen as bad". My whole life I have been dancing around this because people always said I had a "difficult" personality. I watched Cruella recently and it hit home so hard. We do have things to learn from villainous characters and maybe this is just who I am. People are going to see me as bad so, who cares. Even if I'm not, it would do me good getting used to that idea - I can be more assertive to my boundaries and not allow any of this to happen again. So, there you go. It's an exercise everyone should do. Are you comfortable defending your ideas, your boundaries and your integrity even if people are mad you're not being a pushover/perfectly polite?

It's something I think all of us should think about ;)

Also

thanks for coming to my TED Talk :')

#polaris speaks #story time #red flags #workplace #work life #job hunting #I don't even know how to tag this #so if you guys have any ideas you're welcome to add #I just think it's a bit of experience we all have to share #so other people will be aware and know how to avoid this kind of shit #because like I told you not even all the women in my family knew how to act #and we all have this thing of not being rude or cutting off relationships or networking contacts and such #of being perfect all the time #hence why I'm on this 'be bad be villainous be fabulous' phase #'cause I do think some of us could benefit from that #don't be a bitch by all means #but know how to set and protect your boundaries #alsoooo it's a huge post #I know #but I felt it might be good #so thanks for reading if you read all of it HAHAHAHA #I HOPE it has helped you xD #still scared of that guy finding me tho not gonna lie #but it is what it is

[much-obliged-timothy]

Whumptober #3

Devil May Cry - #3 - Impaled

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“No. Absolutely not. The last three times you’ve picked the dinner place, we’ve had pizza,” Nero said.

“And? Not seeing the problem here, kid,” Dante said.

“Some of us want real food, Dante,” Vergil said.

“You know you’re making bad decisions when I’m siding with Vergil,” Nero said. 

Dante waved his hand dismissively. “When it’s your turn to pick dinner, we can get…I don’t know, Italian or whatever it is you eat.”

“You’re just saying that so you can order a fucking pizza!” Nero said.

“Do you revel in being vulgar?” Vergil said.

“Fuck you, and fuck your brother, and fuck his pizza,” Nero said.

“Back on my side!” Dante said triumphantly. 

“Hardly. He was insulting you, too,” Vergil said. 

“Well, yea, but he only did it to piss you off,” Dante said.

“I cannot wait to leave this place and not see either of you for as long as physically possible,” Vergil announced. 

“So, like, an hour,” Nero said. “If we’re lucky. It’s almost like someone summoned a giant demonic tree in the middle of the city and unleashed a ton of demons on it.”

Dante caught Vergil’s wrist as he reached for the Yamato. “No, no, don’t kill him. He’s got a point.”

“Will you both be quiet?” Vergil said. “And pay attention. The structural damage to this building was severe. The last thing we need is for one of you idiots to cave in the floor.”

“Idiots! He revels in being vulgar,” Dante said, and Nero snickered. 

Vergil ignored them and kept walking. The two were beginning to joke with each other, probably at Vergil’s expense, their quiet laughter filling the otherwise silent building.

Dante made an odd noise and Nero began laughing loudly, smacking Dante in the arm repeatedly. Vergil glared at them in irritation.

He didn’t understand it. Yes, Nero had known Dante longer. But they were…close. They cared for each other. They got along well.

He would’ve suspected Dante was the boy’s father. They acted more like father and son than Vergil could ever dream of between himself and Nero. 

No, it didn’t matter. Nero might be his, but he’d only met the boy recently. They were practically strangers, even after working together frequently to clean up the mess Vergil had caused. 

Strangers.

Vergil had a family again, but he was still on his own.

He shook it off for now. Nothing to be done about it; Nero clearly preferred the company of his uncle to that of his father. So be it. It was certainly nothing new. Dante had always been the more liked of the twins. 

They were halfway across the room, Nero and Dante laughing together again, when the floor gave out.

It was sudden, just an alarming rumble before the whole thing gave out. Nero jerked forward, trying to catch Dante’s arm.

Vergil grabbed Nero around the chest and threw him clear of the cave-in, barely managing to use his momentum to get himself clear. He hit the ground hard, immediately dragging himself away from the crumbling floor.

“Dante!” Nero cried, running back at the hole in the floor.

Vergil caught him again. “Stop! The structure is compromised! We cannot be reckless.”

“But-” Nero was anxious, eyes locked on the hole. “Fine. Yea, fine. But we need to go check on that idiot.”

Vergil slowly released him. When Nero didn’t dart off again, Vergil dusted himself off and cautiously moved to the edge. Nero followed him, both ready to spring away if their weight caused more of the floor to break off.

Vergil found a sturdy spot near the edge to gain a little pressure on. He leapt forward and into the hole, catching himself on a piece of rubble.

“Nero,” he called.

Nero jumped down a moment later, Vergil ready to grab him if he slipped towards the protruding support beams on the ground. Nero looked around, eyes going wide.

“Oh, shit,” he hissed, rushing forward.

Vergil turned and froze. Dante laid sprawled along the ground, hands weakly prying at his neck.

His neck, which had been impaled by a thin yet sturdy metal pole.

Nero dropped to his knees at Dante’s side, pushing his hands away to inspect the injury. “Shit. Vergil!”

Vergil forced himself to get moving. Dante would be fine. Yes, it looked bad, but the bastard had been through worse and come out annoyingly fine.

Only as Vergil moved closer, he realized Dante was wheezing for breath, blood spurting from where the pole protruded from his throat. Nero had gotten his hand around it, trying to stop the bleeding without causing Dante more pain.

“Vergil, what do we do? How do we help him?” Nero demanded, voice tight with worry.

Vergil knelt beside him and unthinkingly placed a hand on Nero’s shoulder. “Move your hand. Let me see.”

Nero moved his hand away, revealing how bad the damage was. Vergil grimaced and gestured for Nero to cover it again.

“Quite the mess you’ve gotten yourself into, Dante,” Vergil said. “Nero, we’ve got to get him off of it. If he takes his devil form quick enough, he should be able to heal.”

“Should?” Nero said.

“I’ve stabbed him before and he lived. I’m basing my theory on that,” Vergil said. At Nero’s expression, Vergil couldn’t help but feel…well, a little bad. “He’s survived worse, Nero.”

“You better survive this, you asshole,” Nero said to Dante. “And then I’m never letting you live it down. You hear me? I’m telling Trish and Lady all about your dumbass falling and getting impaled through the throat.” 

Nero looked over, startled. Vergil was confused at first, until he realized, with a shock of embarrassed horror, that he’d squeezed Nero’s shoulder. He hastily dropped his hand. 

“Get your hands under his head. Dante.” Vergil slapped Dante’s cheek - light enough that Nero didn’t whine about him doing it - and grabbed his shoulders. “Dante can you hear me? We’re going to pry you off this pole. You need to take your devil form.” 

He couldn’t tell whether Dante was responsive or not. He refused to acknowledge the spike of worry in his own chest. Bad enough to deal with Nero’s anxiety. 

“Ready?” Vergil said to Nero.

“Come on, you bastard. I just…dammit, Dante, I just got a family back,” Nero said, shifting his hands under Dante’s head. “Get up, you lazy asshole.” 

Vergil took a steadying breath, because that spark was catching and growing inside of him. Dante looked…bad. 

“On the count of three,” Vergil said.

“Right,” Nero said.

“One…”

It had to work.

“Two…”

If it didn’t…

“Three!”

Vergil and Nero couldn’t lose anyone else.

#whumptober2022 #no.3 #impaled #devil may cry #fic writing #Nero Sparda #Vergil Sparda #Dante Sparda #dmc nero #dmc vergil #dmc dante #jtdoeswhumptober

[gentle-sparda]

Modern au fanfic!!!

Since I posted about my oc and the hcs of the Sparada brothers I think now I wanna post about my DMC au

Think of it as a slice-of-life type fanfic, calm, fluff, something I think can be fun to read every once in a while

That being said, I guess I should make little notes about it for context, along with a short intro story, so I hope you like this, I think it's going to be fun, maybe when I figure out how polls and reblogs work I can add it into my writings 

I feel like this au will lean more toward Vergil and Advent's pov/ writings but I'll make sure to give Dante equal attention 

Also this fanfic isn’t proof read, only because i wanna get the boring stuff out of the way 

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Au context:

It takes place in the modern era ie; 2024 and so on

Dante and Vergil are 21, advent is 20

A general summary of the stories/au:

Dante and Vergil get sucked in a portal, dropping them off in a world that looks similar to theirs, but more lively, a buzzing city filled with tourists, traffic, and a few demons. 

Through their portal travels, something had taken their demon powers, leaving them with just a human body with demon parts [meaning their tails and Vergil's horns] no devil trigger, no swords, just themselves. 

The Devil May Cry Shop still exists, but is run by Advent [who in this au is an artificial angel] 

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Waking up on the wet pavement, Vergil felt his body ache. He lifts himself from the ground, and with wobbly legs, he sits down on a nearby bench. His eyes clear up as he looks around. The eyes of passers-by staring at him. A mix of shocked murmurs, fear, and the young kids filming him. He glares back at them. Standing up as an angry cat ready to fight, the sudden noise of a speeding train triggers his fight or flight response. He leaps away from where the sound comes from. The noises of the train, the commotion, and the pa system that felt like it was blaring, everything felt like it was talking at once. Vergil's ears couldn't take it.

He ran to the nearest exit, following the stairs upstairs and out of the subway tunnel, his eyes were hit with the sun's rays. Blinding him for just a moment, he feels himself falling to the ground. Bracing for the impact nothing came. As his eyes adjust to the bright sunlight he notices he landed on something, Scaly. His mouth curled into a frown as he noticed it was Dante. Who smiled at him. Like a puppy, he helps Vergil up to his feet.

"Verg! There you are! I was worried you didn't end up here" 

Vergil pulled his hand away from Dante "How the hell do I still end up stuck with you.." he grumbled. "Where is ..here.. anyways?" His eyes darted from side to side. His shoulders tense up. 

"Relax verg. I'm sure we can just ask around" Dante smiled, and he noticed a couple sitting and eating ice cream. Approaching them, he smiles widely. "Hey, strangers! Mind telling us where we are?" He waves at them trying to look as friendly as possible. The two of them glance at Dante, the woman throws her ice cream cone at Dante, screaming and running with her other half in tow. Dante froze... then licked the ice cream that was melting down his face. "Mmh. Strawberry " a slight purr in his thought seeps through. 

"Is that your way of figuring things out" Vergil crossed his arms. 

"Not my fault they screamed and ran. Although I wonder why.." Dante turned around, his tail dragging behind him. It knocks Vergil off his feet, landing on his butt. 

"Damnitt dante! Watch that stupid tail of yours!" He hisses at him, getting back up as he brushes the dirt off his pants. Dante lifts his tail into his arms "Strange. It stopped moving. Usually it doesn't touch the floor".

Pieces start to place together in Vergil's brain. He rubs his temples and sighs. "If my theory is right. This means this place has removed any trace of our demon powers." Dante tilts his head to the side. "Meaning what?" His eyes blankly stare at his big brother. He was still working on finishing the splattered ice cream from his forehead. Vergil rolled his eyes. Not wanting to repeat himself. 

"Hey, you two! Hands in the air!" A voice caught the attention of the two brothers. 

Standing in a white shirt with black pants, a tail swishing side to side. Standing just below their eyesight, advent held their gun in place, pointing at both boys. Dante chuckles "Well aren't you a cutie, what's your name kiddo?" He leans into their face. "Advent." They simply replied as they sucker punch Dante right in the nose. He winces in pain, falling backward in front of Vergil's feet. "You demons are coming with me, don't try to fight" Advent reached over to grab Vergil, who gigled and gripped their wrist. "Who the hell do you think you are talking to me like that." He forced pressure on their wrist but it didn't seem to be doing anything. 

"Mmmh hmm yuh, sure. " advent simply reached over and cuffed his hand with their free hand. "Don't need to be so hissy about it" They jerked their hand away from Vergil who stood there in stunned silence. Dante held his nose as it was bleeding, watching Advent cuff him to his brother. He saw Advent kneel in front of him. Grabbing a tissue advent wiped some of the blood off his nose. Gently patting at his nose, and handing him a new tissue. "Here. Hold it so it won't bleed all over your mouth", their tone noticeably much softer. Helping Dante to his feet, they take the brothers away from the busy city. 

Walking down the almost empty street, Dante notices the familiar sign on the building. “Hey, that's my office” He tries to run up to it, only to be yoinked back in place by Vergil. “It’s like having a child on a leash” He growled. “ Your office? Then I suppose you have the keys to it” Advent smiled, stepping to the side to let Dante walk up. “Duh, of course, I do!” He puffed out his chest proudly, rummaging through his coat pocket. Pulling out his keys, with a bright pink keychain attached to it. He tries jamming the key into the doorknob. But it didn’t seem to work. He awkwardly laughs. “Maybe it’s another key.” He tries it again. Nothing. Advent lets this go for about an extra minute before walking past Dante and unlocking the door. Dante stared at Advent. Vergil held back a snicker. “Ladies first” Advent showed them the open the door. Dante walks in, huffing and practically dragging vergil in. Locking the door behind themselves, advent turns on the lights. It had a subtle warm lighting to give it a homey vibe. The office display was exactly like Dante's, the only difference was the scattered paperwork Dante had on the floor, was neatly stacked in the corner of the desk. Dante flopped onto the neat couch, nuzzling into the warm, clean sofa. Vergil sat down pushing his limp tail to the side. “What's the point of all this? Who are you, and why did you bring us here?” 

Advent sighed and sat down on the seat across from them. “Because you aren’t the normal demons I fight, you look more…well human.” Advent handed him a newspaper. “And because the mayor of this place would’ve wanted to get rid of you instantly. Vergil reads the title of the paper. 

“ Law implements a demand for others to stay indoors for any demon attacks” 

Reading through the words, it describes how the mayor paid for the building the brothers are in. How they created a new weapon to use to help combat the demons that are appearing across the town. 

“You guys aren't the same as other demons right? You two are far different than those animals” Advent looked around in their pockets, grabbing the keys for the cuffs. They walked over to Vergil, gently grabbing his wrist. “And if what I'm saying is true. Then you won't blindly attack…right?” They unlock the cuffs and toss them to the side. Almost braced for an attack, but nothing came. Only the stare of Vergil’s cold eyes. With a sigh of relief, advent rubs Vergil's wrist, where the cuff had accidentally pressed on too tight. “It was only a precaution. “ Advent murmmed. 

Advent explained to the brothers everything that was going on.  From who they are and where they are. Dante didn’t care for much. He was too busy rubbing his face on the cough, humming, and closing his eyes. But Vergil, as tense as he is, was willing to listen.

“The place you're in is called Redgrave Central. It could be a different universe from your city. Because here, the only demon attacks happen on odd bases, although that means the city could have some hidden gate of hell. Not much can be done. And I know this place feels different for you. But if you let me, I can help you two get around this town, and help you two with your er, loss of your demon powers. Just promise not to kill me or any innocent people” Advent added with a small laugh. Vergil crossed his arms, “And how will I know that you aren’t just leading us to get killed? After all, you did punch Dante. 

“It was on;y a precaution!” They butted in. Standing up they held their hand in front of Vergil. “Well like a song says, just make a deal with the devil. Let me help you, and in turn, you help me learn about you two. But if things don’t work, then you have all the right in the world to kill me. Do we have a deal?”. Vergil hesitantly grabs advent’s hand. “Deal.”

#dmc vergil #dmc dante #dmc au #au story #au stuff #getting the boring stuff out the way #advent #oc character #oc writing #writing #fanfic

[a-tale-of-legends]

Death Scythe

Summary: Jude goes out to handle some TLH grunts on his own. It's harder than expected.

Notes: 1) Not sure if the robots are canon to TLH but I needed something for Jude to use a scythe on something that wasn't human and 2) The italics scenes that happened in the past! So Jude's pronouns change with each scene( reminder that Jude uses they/she/he pronouns and is genderfluid)! And 3) This probably takes place before Jude and Dante get together, but it can be ready ambiguously I guess.

TW: For blood! Nothing graphic, just a heads up.

And of course, I hope y'all enjoy the story!

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The most interesting things happen at night. Why wouldn't it? The darkness hides bodies, the quietness silences voices. All under the comfort- or mocking- of the moon. 

The most interesting things happen at night. Jude is no exception. 

She was done before she knew it, her body already sore from the match. Aiko towers over her, with a cheeky smile on her face. Jude doesn't have the energy to wipe it off. 

" I win! Again," she teases, knowing it hurts Jude's pride. Jude rolls her eyes, still too tired to get up. 

" You're supposed to be helping me here." she mutters, " Not boasting your victory," 

" I am helping!" Aiko huffs, coaching down to meet Jude's level, " You just suck at welding a staff," 

"Very helpful," Jude says dryly, causing Aiko to chuckle. 

Jude Bellrose doesn't consider himself a vigilante. That's more so Dante and Emma. Jude doesn’t consider themself a hero either, though many would disagree with them. Jude is a Champion. This is just part of the job. And 'the job' just so happens to be TLH. Joy. 

Jude watches from above, watching some grunts wander about. He has to thank Shauna for giving him the location of these guys as soon as she scouted them out. He left without another thought, even without his coat. Being mildly cold is a small con to what if greater stealth. Either the grunts know he's there and haven't done anything- which is dumb- or they haven't noticed him yet. Also dumb, but who is he to complain on free stealth.

Jude focuses on the grunts below, calling his aura to sense them. His heart sinks when he does. He only senses two auras of the entire group. The rest do not have any. They are not human. They are robots. TLH has robots. Fuck. 

"Okay, okay, actual advice time," Aiko says after another day of sparring. Another day of Jude getting their ass beat. She sets herself into position, holding her bo staff with both of her hands. 

" I was trained by the kimono girls in movement. To be graceful and precise," She twirls her bo staff, moving along with it, as if she was dancing with it, " Uncle Chuck taught her about strength, durability. Knowing how to dominate and overpower" just as quickly as she dances, Aiko slams her staff on the ground. There's a dent where it lands. Jude is grateful that they weren't at the end of it. 

" So….."

"Hold on, I'm getting to it!" She sighs, setting her staff straight, " From both experiences, I learned two things! Number one! Balance is key!" Aiko slams her staff on the ground, which probably makes her feel like some sagely monk.

" Figuring out and maintaining the balance of the two styles I've been taught has helped me a lot! And even outside of that, when wielding a staff, it's not as linear as swinging a sword. Your whole body has to play in your movement!"

Jude nods their head, starting to understand Aiko’s words. Looking back, Jude never tried wielding the staff Aiko lent them with their body in mind. They always assumed the staff went for hitting, and used it as such. Though, in their defense, they’ve never seen Aiko use it another way either.

“ Number two!” Aiko yells, causing Jude snap out of their thoughts and wince at how loud Aiko is, “ Your weapon isn’t just something you wave around to look cool!” Jude gives Aiko a raised brow, but it seems like AIko just ignores it.

“ Your weapon is an extension of yourself! This may sound silly, but you have to work in sync with it to truly bring out your strength! Think of it like pokemon battling, without the pokemon! Or-”

“ Like using aura,” Jude says before they realize it. AIko blinks, before giving Jude a huge grin.

“ Yeah. Like using aura,”

Not only are these things robots, but they’re superpowered too. Jude doesn’t dare think of the implications. Not now. 

Jude dodges out of the way of another attack, slashing down a robot when another one lunges at him, its hands turning into claws, ready to tear into Jude’s skin. Jude barely manages to dodge it, its claws grazing his side, causing Jude to hiss. It’s only now that Jude wishes he told someone about going out to confront these “ grunts”. Jude huffs, as he uses his scythe to block another attack, now getting a better look at the robot grunts he’s facing. They have no face. At least, none considering what would be their face seemed to be completely covered with a mask. Specks of color come through the otherwise ink black mask- a nod to Necrozma. Again, Jude does not want to think about the implications. 

….He hopes Kenji is okay.

Realizing he can’t be at a stalemate forever, Jude twirls his scythe, effectively shaking the robot off him. He then slashes down, but the robot is just too quick. Way too quick. Jude doesn’t get to react when another robot attacks him from his side. It draws blood. A lot more blood than Jude was expecting. 

Jude has improved. Aiko told him as such. He feels it too, even being able to move up to his scythe when sparring with Aiko. Though despite his efforts, Jude was never able to best her. And while it hurts his pride, he isn’t too mad about it. He’s been using his scythe more frequently because of her anyhow.  Now the two simply relax on the floor, resting after another sparring match which Aiko won. Again.

“ Do you think he’s okay?” Aiko asks suddenly, her voice quieter than it was before. Jude swallow’s , not needing any clarification to who “he” is. 

“ I don’t know,” he says truthfully, “ I lost connection with him. I don’t know how he’s holding up,” . Jude feels a sudden, but not unfamiliar, wave of guilt wash over him.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters. And he is. He should have stopped Kenji when he had the chance. He shouldn’t have given him the go to act as double agent. Now they don’t even know if he’s alive. Especially after the last confrontation.

The silence was painful. Jude’s guilt was no longer a wave, but a storm, constantly crashing into him to the point where it makes him feel sick. He opens his mouth again, to apologize once more, to get this sick feeling off of him-

“ When we find their base,” Aiko starts, her voice deep and written with rage, “ I am going to kick every single TLH ass there is. I’m going to get Kenji back,” Anger and determination. A dangerous combination. Jude should know. They’ve experienced it for years.

“ You have my full support,” Jude says, still feeling sick. He gives Aiko a small smile anyway. Aiko laughs, etched in sadness and anger. 

“ Thanks,” she gets up, now a small spark in her eye, “ Care for another match?”

Jude has mixed feelings about his powers. Having the power over death when he has witnessed his own pokemon die feels like the universe is playing a cruel joke on him. He doesn’t feel great about draining the energy of living things to his own benefit. But he would be lying if the power of it all wasn’t useful. Like now. As his scythe sends a slicing wave of energy that cuts through the bodies of the robots before him. He tries to ignore the pain on his side as he focuses on the remaining robots- fuck why is there so many-twirling his scythe defensively as numerous claws come slashing at him. 

Pride be damned, he'd be the first to admit he's not the most skilled fighter compared to the rest. He much prefers being the guy in the chair, making sure everything stays a float. But Jude knows he would hate himself more if he just stood back and did nothing. He's not making that mistake again. 

Dodge, slash, and weave- this fight has finally found its rhythm. If he didn't have his powers, he most likely would have been dead now, his wound being too serious to ignore. It's still a pain in the ass though, having to move so much with it. 

A dark thought enters his mind. He wishes the robots were human. He wishes, for one cruel second, that they were mere mortals that he can drain the life out of, and have this fight be over with. It scares him. It scares him beyond belief. For one cruel second, Jude don't see the robots as robots, but as humans. Humans with weapons that he's cutting down as if they were nothing. For one cruel second, Jude sees himself as a killer. It shakes him to his core. 

For one cruel second, Jude's guard is down once more. More blood is drawn from the claws of the hu- robots. Jude suddenly starts to feel numb. Shit. 

Jude swings again, sloppily,barely missing as the robots spread out. This is getting annoying. He really should have called for backup, Arceus. 

Jude Bellrose, hardly able to keep standing, readies himself to attack. Wound be damned, he's going to finish what he started. He gets ready to lung and- 

An arrow shoots directly through one of the robots head, and it drops to the ground without a hitch. Then another. And another. Jude takes the opportunity to slice the last one down himself, in the midst of the robot's confusion. He hates how he suddenly feels sick. He hopes it's just the bleeding getting to him. 

When he looks up, he sees Dante in the position that he was in before dropping down with the ambush. A bow and arrow are in his hands, both of which clow a multicolored hue, much like the antlers of Xerneas herself. The colors of the bow and arrow along side the glow of the moon makes Dante's eyes shine greater, almost ethereal. It's beautiful really. 

….The bleeding is getting to him. Now's not the time. 

Dante jumps down from his marksman point, and quickly rushes to Jude's side. It's now that with Dante so close, Jude can properly see the heated glare that Dante was giving him.  Ah. He's mad.

" You fucking idiot," his hisses, placing a hand over the wound on Jude's side, a faint glow coming from his. Jude feels a cool wave wash over him, the pain slowly subsiding. 

" Hello to you too," Jude drawls, starting to get tired,as the adrenaline from before is fading away. 

" Don't give me that. What were you thinking ?" 

" I wasn't," Jude says honestly, too tired to start up their usual banter, " Shaunee said there was TLH grunts here and I just went for it. Didn't think about backup,". 

" Clearly," Dante grumbled, moving his hand to another wound,his frown deepening, " We need to get you back home, stat," 

Jude winces as Dante brings his arm over his shoulder, making Jude lean on him. The tiredness almost takes over,  Jude leaning into Dante's warmth. 

"Don't fall asleep," Dante says pointedly, but the worry in his voice is overwhelming. 

" Oh please, I'm the Chosen One of death. Yveltal gave a soft spot for me-"

" I mean it Jude," Dante looks at Jude with desperation, something Jude wasn't expecting to see. He hopes the darkness of the night helps hides his blush, as he looks away. 

" Alright, alright….sorry,"

Dante sighs, shaking his head slightly. 

" It's alright. Let's just get you out of here,"

Jude grunts in agreement, letting Dante carry him off back home. He tries not to fall asleep, for Dante's sake, letting his mind wander. 

Before he knows it, he's home, bandaged up and given strict orders from Dante to stay in bed and rest. Too tired to argue, he agrees. 

As he lays in bed and finally given the chance to sleep, he thinks about Aiko. Would she laugh at him for getting so reckless? " Being reckless is my thing, dummy," she would say, before scolding Jude about doing something so dangerous. 

Jude smiles to himself, lulling himself to a dreamless slumber. 

#legendverse #r writes #oc: jude bellrose #the legendary hunters #if there's any other tw I should add pls let me know! #this is my first time attempting to write solid action I hope i did okay! #and i hope you all enjoyed reading!

[dreamswithghosts]

Walking on New Legs

Part 2

Summary: This was definitely a very rare case for Dante. He was called to the war-exhausted world of Anaxis, where he was to meet and stretch his skills in prosthetics on a certain special clone.

Author's Notes: This is an introduction story to my reader insert who slowly developed into a Star Wars OC. It's how he meets Echo and some interactions between Dante and Crosshair which is not really written much in my personal main story for him. Dante is a very special character that kind of created himself. My mind thought process was pretty much 'I want to do a prosthetics specialist reader insert', 'but wait I want him to be a trans male since the clones are in a masculine environment', 'Wait how did he become a trans prosthetics specialist in the clone wars?', 'Oh, this isn't reader insert anymore'. Feedback would be greatly appreciated! I hold Dante very close to my heart and he is very special to me. So, I am very, very nervous about posting this.

Warnings: This is in a medical environment, dealing with the loss of limbs, vomiting, mild nudity(was not heavily described), crude language

Word Count: 5.4k

This was definitely a very rare case for Dante. He usually would have clones that required his specialties shipped to Kamino where he is typically stationed. The flight to Anaxis was very calm compared to the chaos on the planet when the gunship lands on the rocky planet. 

“AZ, have you studied the report that I asked you to?” Dante asked the medical droid as he hovered next to him. The ship jerked as it finally landed, the bodies of clones shifting their stances on the ship to prevent themselves from falling over. The plastoid shoulder of one of them knocked lightly against Dante’s. Dante paid no attention to it, knowing that most of the clones had done a double-take when they first saw him. His armor was not painted beside the red medical logo on his shoulder. Dante never bothered to paint it. Plus, he was about five inches shorter than the average clone trooper. 

“Yes, I have.” AZ’s robotic voice answered the human, “I believe that we are to meet with them as soon as possible.” 

“That’s the plan,” Dante mumbled to himself. The doors to the gunship opened and everyone inside piled out, the sound of heavy boots hitting the pavement. Dante was surprised at who was there to greet him. 

“Captain Rex. This must be a very special case if you are personally involved.” Dante hummed lightly, walking over to the blonde clone, both of them reaching out and grabbing each other’s arm in greeting. Rex had decided to have his bucket resting on his left hip. Rex’s eyes broke contact with Dante’s through his helmet. 

“I guess so.” He shrugged in response, letting go of Dante and moving to lead him and AZ to the temporary medical housing. Rex ran over a verbal report with him as they walked. Most of it was stuff Dante already knew having gone over the report that was sent to him multiple times. Dante watched the clone captain’s body language as he spoke. He could tell that whoever this clone was, Rex was very fond of him. Must have been an older or higher-ranking clone, then. 

The door to the temporary medical building swished open and Dante and Rex stepped into the brightly lit area. Rex led the two of them to a blocked-off section in the back of the medical ward. On the way there, Dante glanced over the clone troopers laying in beds or floating in bacta tanks. It was fairly obvious that the clones were getting hit hard on this planet. Spotting Kix, Dante gave him a small wave before he slipped past the curtain to meet the trooper that had him here on the planet in the first place. 

The report did very little to prepare him for the sight he was greeted with. This clone was a mess and a half. Honestly, he barely looked like a clone besides the recognizable facial structure. He was also very much awake, sitting up in the bed. Dante was quick to pull off his bucket, sitting it on the counter that was provided in the small space. 

“Hey, trooper. You’ve got a name?” Dante asked him easily, as he did with any clone patient he first meets, moving over to his bedside. The clone’s pale brown eyes narrowed, quickly studying Dante’s facial features. AZ hovered past the small curtain, moving towards the computer monitors that seemed to be shut down. The clone’s eyes quickly darted toward the droid, but then back over to Dante. He was surprised when he saw that Dante did not have the same facial structure as a clone. He had brown wavy hair in a similar texture, it cut nicely with a sharp undercut and wild curls at the top. His eyes were blue and he had some scruff on his jaw like he hasn't shaved in a few days. If someone had never seen a clone before and saw Dante in the clone armor he was wearing, they could easily assume he was a clone. But from a clone's perspective, it was obvious he was a natural born. 

“Echo” He replied, still studying the man that Rex had brought to him, “You’re not a clone.” 

“You are right. My name is Dante and I will be your doctor for a bit. I specialize in medical prosthetics for clones,” Dante explained lightly as he gently shooed AZ away from the computer, signaling for him to stand down and wait for a moment. Dante started to boot up the computers, laying his personal tablet down with the other technology. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Echo looking at Rex giving him a silent question. Dante mentally patted himself on the back for being right about Echo being close to Rex. 

“Dante is one of our best. You are in excellent hands.” Rex conceded with the concerned trooper giving him a small smile. The complement gave Dante a small smile. Rex’s words seemed to calm Echo’s worries and the worry on his face melted away a bit. 

“Thank you, Captain. I think I have everything under control. Your trooper will be ready for battle before you know it.” Dante smiled, turning to Rex. He spotted some hesitation in him, “Unless you would like to stay?”

“No. I have a lot of things that still need to be done, but thank you.” Rex declined lightly, moving to step towards the curtain. 

“Alright. Well if you see General Skywalker, let him know that my offer still stands to let me get a look at his arm.” 

That made the good Captain chuckle lightly, “Right”

The curtain slowly shifted back into place as Rex stepped out of the little privacy area. Dante started pulling up programs on the computer, setting everything up for him to properly do his work. Echo quietly watched him as he did so. 

“I want to let you know that this might take a bit, considering the situation.” Dante explained, “That being said, I do not plan to run any unnecessary tests or even attempt to mess with what is going on in your brain. I am here to heal you and get you back on your feet. I will not be treating you like a test subject by any means. If you have any questions, do not be afraid to ask them.” 

Echo blinked a few times, staying fairly quiet as he watched the doctor work. He seemed to be slowly relaxing as he processed what Dante was saying. Dante stepped away from the computer, moving back over to Echo’s bedside. He hit a small button on the side of the bed, laying Echo down on his back. 

“I would like to do a high-level scan so I know exactly what I am working with, and then connect you to a monitor so I can keep an eye on your vitals as we work. Is that okay?” Dante inquired, watching Echo to note any hesitations. Echo made a small nod, his eyes darting between Dante and the machines looking a little nervous, “That’s fine.”

Dante made a small hum once he had Echo laying flat on his back. He pulled down a small rod that was handed by the computers, lining it up over Echo’s torso. Dante moved back over to the computer. 

“You shouldn’t be able to feel anything.” Dante consoled. The blue lights on the rod lit up. The rays slowly ran over Echo from toe to head. Dante watched as Echo watched the machine do its work, his face etched with worry. Dante didn’t try to soothe the trooper any more than he already has, the poor thing had probably already been through enough. There wasn't much more Dante could do. When the scan was complete, Dante pulled the small rod back into its place, studying the computer as the data rolled in, “You can sit back up if you wish.” 

Dante listened to the small sound of the motor in the bed, pushing Echo back up into a sitting position. His eyes scanned the data as he made a small hum to himself. 

“What’s the verdict, Doc?” Echo asked after a long pause as he watched Dante. Dante looked up from the computer, glancing over at the clone laying in the bed. 

“Well, to be completely honest. This is the most complicated tech I have ever dealt with.” Dante explained, moving back over to Echo, “But we shall see what I can and can’t do. I don’t mind the challenge every now and then.”

“Tell me if you can feel this,” Dante said lightly, as he tapped his fingers onto Echo’s left ankle. Echo’s face scrunched a little in concentration, “I cannot feel you touching me, no.”

Dante made a small nod and reached over doing the same thing to Echo’s right leg. Echo shook his head, “Nothing.” 

“Damn. They seriously just put fucking droid legs on you.” Dante muttered under his breath, earning a shocked look from Echo. The clone was surprised at the doctor’s language. Dante moved over to Echo’s left arm. He touched an area right above the elbow, “Can you feel this?”

“I think so…” Echo said slowly. Dante moved further down touching the end of his scomp link to see if he would get a reaction from him. Echo’s eyes widened a little in surprise, “ I think I can feel that too.” 

“Good to know.” Dante hummed, moving away and back over to the computer. He grabbed his personal holo pad and started to type away on it. The two of them fell into a small, comfortable silence as Dante came up with a plan. Eventually, Dante put his tablet down. 

“Alright, so here’s the plan. A lot of what you’ve got on you is not necessary anymore. Unless you plan to go back into a stasis chamber.” Dante started. Echo made a small nod, listening to the doctor.

“After that, I am going to get you new proper legs and then we can go from there,” Dante informed, getting up. He took off his black gloves and replaced them with latex ones. He moved to grab a few wires from the computer sticking little sticky pads on the end of them. He stood next to Echo, “These will monitor your vitals.” 

Echo made a small nod and Dante reached over putting the sensors on his chest. They stuck easily to the skin and the monitors instantly started to beep showing Echo’s vitals on a small screen. Dante reached over and turned the monitor screen so Echo could see it. Echo made a small smile appreciating that Dante was so transparent with him. 

“Your body temperature is still very low.” Dante hummed lightly as he read the screen, “Might still be a lingering side effect from the stasis chamber. AZ, can you go and fetch me some warm thermal blankets?”

“Right away.” The droid chimed and quickly scooted out of the curtained-off space. Dante brought his attention back to the clone laying in the bed. He grabbed a few tools. 

“From what I can tell from the scan, everything from your mid-thighs up is mostly intact. Your hips are metal as well as parts of your spine, but that's under the skin. You are honestly lucky.” Dante grabbed a chair and settled down in the seat with his tools. He started to slowly work on getting the extra implants off of the clone trooper. Echo stayed silent the entire time, watching Dante. His eyes curiously watched Dante as he worked. 

Dante started with the wiring on his chest, cleaning him up. He left the implants on, the actual metal in his chest having to stay in or it would cause more problems. Dante moved to do the same for his left arm, removing all the extras on it besides the metal implants that were embedded into his skin. By that time, AZ had returned with the blankets. Dante laid one over Echo’s torso, hoping to get his body temperature up a bit more to a healthy temperature. 

“AZ, can you start making my latest model of legs for me? The ones with temperature and touch sensors on them. Keep in mind that I will probably have to modify them. ” Dante asked. AZ responded right away, moving to a far section of the room to start his work. Dante shifted in his seat, getting started with the contraptions that wrapped Echo’s hips. 

“So tell me. What’s your story? Most people don’t like working for clones.” Echo asked after a long moment. Dante blinked, pausing for a second at his work but then continued. 

“I was born on Coruscant. In some of the very, very lower levels. Crime down there was your way of surviving.” Dante started, “At a young age, I was sentenced to prison for a crime that adults would get the death sentence for. But since I was a child, the court decided it was best if I was sent in there for life. Not too long after I was sentenced, there was an accident in the gym. Another prisoner dropped a very large weight on my foot, causing me to lose the foot. So, after that, I spent a lot of time in the medical ward. I think the medics in the prison pitied me and took me under their wings teaching me what they knew. I ended up building my own prosthetic for my foot, and I started to treat the other prisoners in the prison. When the clone wars began, the Kaminoans were looking for medics that were cheap and I ended up fitting their requirements. So the Republic made an exception to my sentence under the condition that I worked for the Kaminoans.” 

“Do you do all of this against your will?” Echo asked after a long pause. 

“Not really?” Dante thought out loud, “I enjoy being around you clones and I have become pretty close with a few of you. Besides, it beats spending the rest of my life in a prison.” 

Echo went silent again, still quietly watching him. Dante got the front panel of Echo’s hip plate off. He dumped it on a tray where he'd been leaving all the other bits and pieces he'd gotten off of the clone. Underneath all the robotic junk, Dante finally found skin. It was pleasing to know he was still fully intact, even though the skin on his thighs and parts of his hips were heavily scarred. Dante lightly ran his hand over the scarred skin of Echo’s thigh. The skin was in fairly bad condition. He scooted the chair back and started to search through the cabinets. 

The clone was honestly surprised, looking down at himself. He figured he would be in a much worse condition, but there is a small feeling of hope lighting up in his chest that he could potentially feel normal again. Dante returned to his seat with a small bottle full of a white cream. It looked very similar to bacta, but not exactly that. Dante put some of the cream on his hand, rubbing it onto the scarred skin on his hips and thighs. 

“I’m going to leave you this for your scars. They are nowhere near what I would prefer them to be. Your skin is still very frail and dry, but it will get better.” Dante explained, setting the small bottle on the little table next to Echo’s bed. He pulled the blanket that was already laying on Echo’s torso down a little to cover him for modest purposes. The hem of the blanket rested just above where the skin melted into metal. 

“Now here comes the fun part.” Dante smiled tapping one of his tools on Echo’s mechanical legs. He started with Echo’s left leg, slowly disconnecting it from the body. Echo’s body froze, his breathing becoming a bit more ragged. The heartbeat on the monitor increased drastically. 

“Bucket.” Echo barely gasped out, his left hand gripping the side of the bed. Dante dropped what he was doing and moved at lightning speed, grabbing a puke bucket and moving it in place in just enough time. Echo coughed, his stomach emptying what little was in it into the bucket that Dante had provided. Dante was patient with him, letting Echo’s body calm down a little at the shock. When Dante was sure, Echo had recovered enough, he pulled away, calling for AZ to take the soiled bucket from him. 

“Sorry.” Echo groaned, looking very sheepish. Dante stepped away, got Echo some water, and handed it to him. Dante gave him a soft smile, "It's okay. I did the same thing." 

Echo still looked a bit guilty but took the water, taking small sips from the bottle. Dante moved away, double-checking Echo’s vitals, watching them for a long moment. 

"Are you good to continue?" Dante asked once he was satisfied with what he was seeing on the monitor. Echo hesitantly nodded. Satisfied, Dante went back to his work, "I would advise you don't watch as intensely. Would you like a distraction?" 

"No. No. I'm okay. Please just get this shit off of me." Echo said after a moment, still quietly sipping on the water. Dante gave him a small smile, lightly squeezing his thigh. 

Dante returned to his work getting the other leg off, being more careful, and watching his vitals a bit more. Once he cleared them out of the way he worked on cleaning up the metal ports that the new legs would attach to. His tool lightly tapped a small metal bump in the middle, making Echo jump, hissing deeply in pain. Dante paused, looking up at Echo's face, "Did that hurt?"

Echo made a small nod and Dante made a small 'huh' in response. He moved away from the bed and back over to the computer, looking at the scans again. 

"My apologies. I must have touched the metal bone. I didn't think it would be exposed." Dante hummed, lightly rubbing his scruffy chin. He moved back over to the bed, picking up the tools again, "Roll over, let's clean up your back and then we can fit on your new legs." 

Echo did what was requested of him, slowly rolling over onto his stomach and lowering the bed down again. Dante moved the blanket doing his best to make sure Echo was still comfortable. Instead of going from the top to the bottom as Dante had done with Echo’s front, this time Dante moved from his bottom to Echo's neck removing all the unnecessary technology and metal from the clone. Once he finished removing everything that he could, Dante lightly tapped the back of Echo’s covered thigh. 

“Alright, that’s about everything. You can flip onto your back if you want.” Dante moved away towards the legs AZ had finished building. Behind him, Dante could hear the sounds of Echo moving to flip back over onto his back. The clone made a small grunt as he moved. Dante quietly thanked the droid and instructed him to go and help the other clones in the medical bay. Dante picked up the two legs, moving them over to the bed, laying them where the old legs had been. 

“These will be lighter than the ones you were originally given,” Dante explained, “probably won't feel like it at first.”

Echo nodded lightly, shifting the blanket on his lap, “Are you going to do anything with my arm?” 

Dante paused, “Not right now. I want to study your scans more before I attempt to make a prosthetic for your arm. There are a lot of variables that tie into it. One, your scomp link is heavily connected to the processors that have been implanted in your brain. Two, I want to leave it up to you if you want to have an arm where I can hide your scomp link, or if you want to have no hand and just keep your arm as it is now.” 

Echo blinked, falling into a deep thought over Dante’s words. Dante silently got to work, modifying the legs that AZ made, making sure they would fit onto Echo’s metallic nubs. Once he was satisfied with his work, Dante looked up pulling Echo from his deep train of thought. 

“Let me know if you feel any pain or discomfort.” Dante soothed the clone. He waited for Echo’s nod before he got to work attaching the prosthetics to him. Dante worked quickly and quietly. Once he was done connecting everything and fully setting them in place, Dante reached out lightly touching one of the legs looking for his reaction. Echo jumped in his spot, hissing softly in pain. 

“Too sensitive?” Dante asked and watched Echo nod. Dante reached up, opening a small panel that was above the lead. He grabbed a tool, adjusting some of the wires and bolts inside. After a moment Dante looked up, touching his leg again, “Better?”

“Better.” Echo breathed. 

“Hey Echo. Wrecker thought it would have been-” Tech stopped dead in his spot holding a small tray of food, the curtain hitting the clone’s back, “Dante. I didn’t expect you to be here.”

Dante let out a heavy sigh. If one of the members of the Bad Batch appears, the others are not far behind. Now, Dante was on a timer to get Echo all wrapped up and finished before their little space was full of chaotic clones. 

“Tech. I swear if you tell the others. I am very busy.” Dante sighed, only glancing up slightly from his work. He moved over to Echo’s other leg to adjust the sensitivity. 

Tech just gave Dante a small smile, “You know we would never distract you from your work.” 

“Yeah, and you guys don’t cause trouble every time you show up at Kamino just to see me either.” Dante just made a small snort, rolling his eyes. 

“Crosshair is the only one who does that.” Tech corrected. He moved closer, sitting down the small tray of food on a clean area that was in easy access for Echo. Dante paused his work looking up at Tech with a raised eyebrow. Not catching the silent social queue from the medic, Tech moved over to the computer to read the scans that Dante left open. 

“Hey, Hey. No. No. Doctor, patient privacy. You know this.” Dante jumped up, shooing the intelligent clone away from the technology. Tech barely looked sheepish, vocalizing his objection, “I was the one who created the original report.” 

"Yes, but that scan shows a lot more intel than your report." Dante objected, still pushing Tech towards the exit, "Now. I am very busy. So please leave me alone. I will come and find you when I have finished my work."

Dante finished shoving the tall man out of his workspace and closed the curtain in his face. 

"Thanks for the food!" Echo called over Dante's shoulder. Dante made a small laugh moving back to his work, "I am surprised they still show interest in you. They tend to not like other clones." 

Echo made a small chuckle, reaching over to the tray to grab a small ration bar, "So I've noticed. Kix told me all about how Wrecker and Crosshair were picking fights with him and Jesse." 

Dante made a small snort, opening the panel and adjusting the sensitivity on Echo’s arm, "Yeah, that sounds like them."

"How do you know them?" Echo asked.

"They like to cause food fights in the mess on Kamino. It turns very violent pretty quickly and they all would end up in the medical wing by the end of it." Dante hummed some, watching Echo for any signs of discomfort, "Think they like me purely because I am not a clone nor Kamanoian at first." 

Echo made a small hum in response, taking a small bite from the ration bar. Dante glanced up. 

"Eat slowly. Your stomach is not used to food anymore." Dante warned, "I also have a fear that it's damaged enough that you might need a new stomach."

Echo gave Dante a confused look, "A new stomach? How would you get that?"

"You can clone organs fairly easily without a live host." Dante explained, "But right now, I can only do that procedure on Kamino. So, I am hoping with just a little bit of TLC, your stomach will recover normally." 

Dante finished up his work on the prosthetics, closing up the small panels, "How are you feeling?" 

"A lot better," Echo admitted. Dante quietly watches Echo slowly move the parts of his new prosthetics. Very satisfied with himself, Dante moved to clean up his workspace. He called for AZ to bring in a fresh pair of blacks for Echo. 

"Would you like to try standing up and walking?" Dante asked, clearing space for him. Echo surprised him, quietly and effectively pulling himself out of the bed to stand up. Dante stepped over, putting a hand on his shoulder even though it looked like Echo barely needed it. He was adjusting very quickly.

"Are you an ARC?" Dante asked, watching him. At the same time, AZ came in with the blacks he requested, handing them over to Echo so he could finally get dressed. 

"I was." Echo sighed, using Dante's shoulder as support to get the bottom half of his blacks over his new prosthetics. 

"That explains why you're able to adapt so fast then." Dante smiled lightly, "And probably why you survived so long."

"DANTE!" 

Dante could hear him before he felt Wrecker's beefy arms wrap around his stomach and he was being lifted off the ground. Ah, the cavalry has arrived.

"Ah, good to see you Wrecker." Dante gasped as he squirmed in the giant man's hold. Hunter was fairly quick to move in to get the big man to drop the medic. The rest of Clone Force 99 piled themselves into the small space. Tech moved over to help Echo continue to put on his blacks. 

"He's already looking better," Crosshair grumbled as he sat himself up in a clean space on the counter. Dante gave him a small smile as the other boys seemed to agree. 

"So can he be medically discharged?" Wrecker asked Dante, reaching over to help himself to Echo's leftovers. 

"Well, there's not much for me to do for him today." Dante sighed, sitting himself down on the chair after he scooted it over to the computer, "But I would like him to check back with me in a rotation." 

"Good! Let's go, Echo!" Wrecker grabbed Echo, pulling him out of the small space. Tech was quick to follow him, already starting to talk about how he wanted to test something that involved the computer. 

"Please watch him while he's eating. I'm not that confident with his stomach just yet." Dante sighed at Hunter who gave him a small nod and a salute following the three clones that already left. 

Then it was just Dante and Crosshair. 

Dante let out a small sigh, looking over at the tall clone that had already helped himself to Dante's tablet, pulling up the small games that were downloaded on it. This was a fairly common thing when Dante and the Bad Batch were on the same planet. Once Crosshair had found out where Dante had currently holed himself up, he wouldn't be far out of reach. 

Crosshair was like a stray tooka. Once he decided he liked you, he would follow you around and just exist with you in your space. Just happy and content with being close, but not too close. Give him too much attention, he would bristle under the pressure. Sometimes he would demand attention, but always gave you plenty of space. This had been a thing that has lasted long enough that Dante barely questioned it. 

"You all seem to like him," Dante observed after a moment. 

Crosshair looked up from the holo pad, "I guess. Tech had a theory that his mind is still with the separatists." 

"Do you think that?" Dante asked and was only given a shrug in response. Crosshair looked back down at the holo pad, wanting to end all conversations. He's had enough talking and noises from the rest of his brothers already.

Taking the hint, Dante settled into his chair and started to write up his report on what he did for Echo. The room was silent besides the sounds of fingers lightly tapping buttons. They stayed like this for a long time until they both stopped what they were doing when they both heard Kix enter their small bubble of solitude. 

"Uh, Why is he here?" Kix questioned, pointing at Crosshair with a raised eyebrow. Crosshair just stared at Kix, rolling his toothpick between his teeth. 

"Don't mind him. He likes to follow me around like he's got the biggest crush on me." Dante teased lightly, one of his hands reaching out and jabbing Crosshair in the boot with his fingers. Crosshair's sharp eyes darted to Dante, giving him a silent warning before looking back at Kix. 

"Right…" Kix still seemed hesitant, slowly moving towards the computer, eyeing up the sharpshooter, "So, how did it go with Echo?" 

"Honestly, it went fairly well." Dante pointed at the screen, pulling up the results of the scan. Kix bent down some, looking over Dante's shoulder at the computer screen. 

"The stomach looks really bad," Kix observed with his eyes glued to the screen. 

"Yeah. I'm going to ask AZ about seeing if we can get a new stomach for him on Kamino. The one he has now will probably give out pretty quickly unless he actually follows our orders." Dante explained, leaning back in the chair. Kix made a small grunt of approval as both medics still had their eyes on the screen, focused on the data. 

"There is also one other thing that I want you to look at. I want to delete it so the Kaminoans won't see this and try to kill him." Dante started to explain, scrolling through the data that showed the detail of what was happening in Echo's brain. Kix sucked a small breath in, shifting behind Dante to look at Crosshair, "I think it might be best if you leave for this." 

"I'm not going anywhere." Crosshair hissed at the clone medic. Dante instantly reached up, shoving his fingers under Crosshair's chest plate, sticking them into the soft flesh of his ribs. Crosshair made a small yelp as he jumped, moving in a flash to pull the offensive fingers away, making Dante snicker. 

"What did you just do?" Kix asked. 

"Fett's greatest weakness." Dante explained with a giggle, "All clones are ticklish in the same spot. Here watch." 

Dante moved quickly, doing the same thing to Kix, who jumped, making a small laugh and he moved back out of Dante's reach, chuckling, "Well, that's good to know."

Dante laughed lightly as well and then let out a small sigh pointing to Crosshair, "Also, it's fine if he's here. He already knows a bit about the chips." 

Kix tilted his head, still giving Dante a mix of a questioning and concerned look. Dante didn't try to soothe his concerns anymore, turning back to the screens. 

"Echo’s chip. It's completely dead. Like the programming in it has been wiped or shut down." Dante explained, "It's almost safe to assume he will act like a clone who doesn't have one." 

Dante glanced over his shoulders, seeing Kix look even more concerned. He continued, "So, whenever these orders, whatever they are, come out. He will probably be at high risk to be considered treasonist when he questions the orders." 

Kix made a small hum, "Well, that could be a problem. I'll have to let Rex know as well. Thank you and please delete that data before you file the report." 

"Yes sir." Dante sighed, for a moment looking and feeling a lot older than he actually was. Being a medic during a war can take a lot of life from a person. Suddenly, Crosshair's boot lightly tapped Dante's side as if Crosshair was kicking him. Dante looked over at the clone still sitting close to the counter. Crosshair gave him a small smirk. 

Kix made a humph and moved away to leave the room, “Great work like always. It should hopefully be a fairly slow night tonight, so get some rest once you’re done with the report.” 

Dante made a small hum returning to his work, finishing his report, and submitting it. 

#bad batch #the bad batch #tbb #star wars #star wars bad batch #clone force 99 #bad batch tech #bad batch fic #tech bb #reader insert #tech #tech bad batch #echo #echo bad batch #bad batch echo #rex #captian rex #crosshair #crosshair bad batch #bad batch crosshair #crosshair x reader #reader x crosshair #echo x reader #reader x echo #original character #oc #oc fiction #star wars oc #star wars oc fic #crosshair x oc

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

YOU WILL BE BLOCKED AND REPORTED

warnings: language, talk of smoking weed

AN: when can I start writing fix it fics? No reason. Just wanna know. Y’all know I’ve been watching Kevin smith movies recently. It was just a manner of time.

It was quiet in the Quick Stop. Dante was the only one working since Randal was out sick. Wandering around the shelves, I kept glancing over at him.

“Randal isn’t here. You don’t have to pretend like you’re a customer (Y/N).” Dante called out as I passed an aisle. “Come on up.” His easy smile made me smirk back at him.

“Interesting proposal there Dante.” I teased as I joined him behind the counter. “What are we going to do on your day off?” He rolled his eyes and dropped his head onto his arms.

“Don’t remind me.” He mumbled out. I patted his back before he turned his head towards me. “You going to keep me company all day?” I shrugged.

“I don’t have any classes. Nothing better to do.” He smiled at me. “But if Jay and Silent Bob come in I’m dropping behind this damn counter.” Dante laughed as he stood back up.

“Why? What’d they do that makes you have to hide?” I rolled my eyes.

“It’s more Jay than Silent Bob. Honestly.” I leaned against the counter. “He keeps wanting to hang out, smoke some weed. When I say no, he asks me out on a date.” Dante scoffed. “Where he then wants to do the same fucking thing.”

“How would you know that’s what he wants to do on a date?” Dante leaned over and bumped his shoulder against mine. I sighed and turned away from him so he couldn’t see my face. “You went out with him!” I shook my head. “Oh shit! You did! You actually went out with him!” He laughed as I turned back towards him, face slightly red.

“Shut up Dante.” I hit his arm and rolled my eyes. Dante smirked at me and continued to quietly laugh. “It wasn’t that fun and he’s been trying to convince me that the second date will be better.”

“it won’t be.” I nodded.

“Besides the only reason I agreed was it didn’t seem like anyone else would have been asking me anytime soon.” I shrugged and slowly rearranged some of the containers lining the shelf. Dante stopped laughing and gently pulled me into a side hug.

“The right person will come along soon.” He put his chin on the top of my head. I sighed as I leaned against him, tilting my head so I could lay it on his shoulder. “When you least expect it.” I pulled away to smile at him.

“Thanks Dante.” I whispered and let him pull me back into his embrace. “How are things with you and Veronica?” He rolled his eyes.

“Fucking non-existent.” He let go of me and leaned against the counter. “We broke up.” I mirrored him and raised my eyebrows.

“How come?” Dante smirked over at me.

“There was someone else.” I shook my head. “For both of us. It was amicable. She’s going out with the other guy tomorrow night I think.” A customer walked in and Dante looked over to see who came in.

“What about you?” There was a pause before Dante smiled over at me.

“You know she asked me the same question.” He paused while he rung up the customer. “There’s someone I’ve been thinking about a lot lately but I don’t know if I have the courage to ask them out.” He handed over the change and I waved to the person on their way out.

“Honesty is best Dante. Whoever it is will probably appreciate it a lot more if you just tell them how you feel.” Dante leaned against the counter and looked at me. “Fuck the consequences.” He smiled as he ducked his head. “But for the love of all things good please tell me it isn’t Randal.” I started laughing and Dante quickly joined in.

“No. It isn’t Randal.” He shook his head. “It’s you.” His expression changed slightly and his laughter fizzled out into a small smile. I tilted my head at him.

“Me?” The wheels in my head started to turn and suddenly the million little things we always did with each other made ten times more sense. It slowly dawned on me what I thought was love for my best friend was really me being in actual love with Dante Hicks. He stood there watching me, the smile still on his face.

“Yes. You.” He slowly stepped forward and gently tugged me into a hug. “It seemed like every time I went out with Veronica I was thinking about you. Either how you were handling Randal back here at the store or if you were doing ok in your classes or if you were going on a stress rampage or just completely crashing from it instead. Even when I was just sitting here alone or if Randal just wouldn’t shut up.” I laughed as Dante’s smile grew. “When I couldn’t get you out of my head no matter what I tried, I figured it was more than you just being my best friend.” I wrapped my arms around Dante’s waist as he talked.

“We’ve always been a little more than friends haven’t we?” I finally asked. With a smirk, Dante nodded. “I like you too Dante.”

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Writing Dump; Jesse 1

Pairing: Jesse x Dante x Nathan

Media: The Deal(Interactive Fiction)

Tags: @thedeal-if

Author's Notes; Been sitting on this for a minute, I think I'm finally ready to publish it

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The man sighs as he leans back in his chair. He'd been trying to sketch out a sculpture he planned to do for months. But it wasn't turning out the way he wanted it to. It always goes back to one of two people.

He scowls down at the page, at the face he hadn't meant to draw. "Gah, why is this happening?" He mutters, running a hand over his face. He stares down at the cocky smile he's drawn. "Damn it, Nathan...." Even when he's not physically here to cause issues, he still stirs up trouble. Jesse drops the charcoal pencil on the page and furrows his brows.

It makes him think, really think, about how he feels for the angel. Nathan, with his seemingly endless confidence; always up to something, yet keeping his plans close to his chest until the very last second; his playful, teasing ways; even his haughtiness, his arrogance, is intoxicating. Yet, they talk so easily. Jesse talks to Nathan the same way he talks to Josh; like they've known each other their entire lives.

Then there's Dante, his resident demon. Truthfully, both men have been occupying his every waking moment. Actually, scratch that, after last night he can't say every waking moment anymore. Following his impulses to a frankly stupid degree; somehow knowing when to provide a distraction or when to admit he doesn't know, at least when it comes to the people he cares for. His care for others goes deeper than Jesse had expected, but it's not a unpleasant revelation. He likes to think he's seeing another side to Dante, but the truth of that is dubious at best.

Jesse gasps suddenly, his eyes widening and he jolts into a upright position. Everything hits him all at once; he can finally recognize what he's feeling for them. But that brings some other issues. He flops back into the chair with a heavy groan. "Why? Why now, why me?" He growls. When he sits up, he looms over his sketchbook. Scooping up the pencil, he flips the page to a blank one. He starts sketching, planning a new little 'project.'

"I've heard love works in funny ways, but I never expected that to be true...." he mutters.

Minutes tick by as Jesse furiously sketches and scribbles away. He's been hunched over his desk, over his sketchbook, drawing out whatever his heart will allow. No, not allow, what his heart wants. His mind feels full, full of thoughts of the two men that've captured his attention so thoroughly while simultaneously feeling all too empty.

"Jesse?"

The man jumps, throwing his pencil up. His head snaps to the doorway, finding his best friend with a concerned expression. "Josh," Jesse almost groans. He tries to offer a smile, "Hey. You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah.... When did you get here?"

"A couple minutes ago. I called, but you didn't answer. You didn't answer the door when I knocked, either. So I used the key you gave me," Josh holds up the spare key.

Jesse sighs with relief, "Okay. I thought I left the door unlocked or some shit. Sorry, I was..... busy."

"With that new project?" Josh offers, nodding towards the desk. "...Kinda. Plans changed," Jesse shuffles in his seat uncomfortably. He looks to the floor, finding his charcoal pencil in three pieces on the ground. He scoops them up and sets them next to his paper. "Sorry, man," Josh says but Jesse waves him off. "Don't worry about it. Not the first time I've broken a charcoal pencil," he stands up and walks towards the door.

"We had plans, right?" He asks while stretching. "Yeah, you ready to go?" Josh backs away from the doorway. "Yep!" Jesse nods while giving one last look at his desk.

The sketch on the paper is of a relief with Nathan and Dante on the left and right, looking out at their peers. Behind them is a mock up of heaven transitioning to hell. I'll have to ask them about the scenery. On all sides of it are little notes or things to take into account, including the sentences Main Subjects = High relief, background = low relief and Where do I get the room for this shit?

Jesse smiles and leaves, already looking forward to his next piece.

#the deal if #fanfic #fox's writing on the wall #writing dump #OC: Jesse #not proofread

[teonys-jf]

here are some notes i have for the mcd versions of mid characters ^v^

ava’s dad runs pikoro after luke left, being a mayor instead of a lord

once aphmau comes to pikoro village, not too sure on keeping the war because i haven’t gotten there yet, ava begs her dads if she can live in phoenix drop

once they do move, they befriend kiki, brendan, emmalyn, donna, and logan

lorelai also moves to phoenix drop and recognizes dante because they grew up in the same village

they become friends, neala and nana love spending time with her, and becomes a great babysitter

they also become close with eilele {emma}

ava and lorelai also become friends, but that’s after a lot of pushing and pulling

jake has a crush on ava, and feels it would be creepy to follow her to phoenix drop so he stays in pikoro and does odd jobs around the village

kristen and orin are roomates/best friends

kristen works as a guard and knows ivy well, orin works at a bakery

steve lives in na’hakra because he wanted to join the jury but realized that he couldn’t make it as a guard

he tried to join the thief’s guild, but boss disapproved him because nobody really liked him except kalzul {probably gonna change his name}

mavis oats is the guardian of her granddaughter, marlene, and live in scaleswing

when marlene spends the night at a friend’s house mavis goes to a couple taverns

ash is a shadow knight and barely remembers his living life

his brother, rhett {rhal}, had moved out of meteli looking for a more exciting life

he married a princess, linsdey bish, a well-known woman. she is a cousin of the ro’mae family and has a reputation for being cold

he tries to show he cares for his husband, but some days it feels like he just used him to get to the throne

but there are surprising soft days where they stay together and do activities that don’t include the other person. rhett cherishes these days

when they have had conversations of heirs, rhett wants to ask if his last name could be used as a middle name. with the kingdom’s relationships with the extinct creature, bish waves it away

after her children/grand children moved away, leah griffin moved from meteli to p-d-g to life out the rest of her life

noi is a fairy who presses his hair pink

rhys is a human scholar who is friends with emmalyn

he was one of the people who warned emmalyn about zane before he showed up

and once the irena-dimension people got stuck, he stopped getting letters from emmalyn and tried to move as fast as possible to phoenix drop

by the time he got there everyone had just gotten back, he stayed for about a week to make sure everything was going to be okay before heading back home

he did come back to officiate his friend’s wedding, though, since he was a church officiated scholar

leif works as a border protector, being one of the strongest elves. they also work as a personal guard for gabriel

they’re enki’s oldest child, they don’t know about their siblings

pierce is a mer who has a couple of small fishing hooks through thier tail, they like to keep it as decoration like sirens

they live in deeper water than other mermaids, partially because thye don’t talk much

mavrick green meets up with marcell stoker for lunch and chess every day

marcell is a retired author who has taken an apprentice, a girl named beatrice, and tries to teach her all he can since he feels he doesn’t have much time left

once he does pass, he leaves everything to his daughter. people were confused since he never married, but beatrice grieves even more after learning this

she still meets up with mavrick for chess and lunch in her father’s stead

zex is half mei’fwa and half changing

their mother hating raising them, often talking about how she regretted having them

she had also ‘lost her temper’ when they were about 7 and had hit them across the face, where they have a scar from their temple to the corner of their eye

once zex had enough resources and courage, they caught the boat that the sigil kids, and nana, had built just before they started on their trip

once they were on the water michi asked if they would’ve swam after them, to which zex said yes

zex works as a personal guard for queen bish, doing whatever she needs

johnny lives as a full-blooded mei’fwa who helps harvest crops for the island

mirage lives with his fairy family instead of her mei’fwa family, preferring that he won’t be stared at when she presses her hair

he likes to style others hair as well

lorelai and ava eventually move in together as well, and start dating <2 love wins n all that

gay: devon, andrew, zex, rhys

bi: kristen, noi, orin, leif, mirage, lorelai, lindsey

aroace: ava, ash, marlene, pierce

aro: bish, leif

ace: orin, jake, rhys

straight: mavis, steve, leah

trans: mirage, orin, lorelai

nonbinary: pierce, mirage, orin, leif, rhys, zex, johnny

cis: ava, kristen, devon, andrew, mavrick, marcell, mavis, noi

she/her: mavis, marlene

he/him: devon, andrew, rhys, mavrick, marcell, steve, jake, ash

they/them: pierce, leif, zex

she/they: ava, lorelai

he/they: johnny, orin

she/he: lindsey, kristen, noi, mirage

#aphmau #minecraft diaries #my inner demons #irena's inkwell #irena's sticky note #just found out about the subset bullet points oh my irene

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The Red Light (Episode 14)

Dante wakes up in a forest, disoriented and with a man named Nedrigo attending to him. Dante reveals that Typhon, who he brought to life and claims to be his father, is alive. They head towards the Capitol, where Typhon supposedly is, with Nedrigo. Upon arrival, Dante searches for a heart he was supposed to bring Typhon. They find Typhon with a demon who he claims to be Mercury, transformed for protection. Dante is frustrated by the lack of answers from Typhon. Typhon decides to take them on a trip for protection, leaving the next day.

Dante woke up gasping. Everything came storming back into Dante's eyes. The blaring sun stabbing his eyes, the pricking of the log beneath him and the scratching of rag against Dante's forearm.

"Where.." Dante looked around, his surroundings starting to fill in more. He was in the center of a large forest, off the side of a trail and laid on top of a fallen tree with a tent sent up beside a burnt out fire.

"Don't move too much, Dante. You'll pass out again. You got some blood on you, though I don't see any wounds nor do I know what I'm doing here, honestly. I barely know you, Dante." Nedrigo laughed, dropping the now bloodstained rag into a water filled bucket. "But, I hid you and I managed to get my books, so I'll have distant classes. I only have to show up once a year to get credit. You never even explained what's going on."

"I.." Dante's voice trailed off, rubbing his eyes, adjusting to the light around him. "If I explain to you what's going on, you can't run. Deal?"

Nedrigo just nodded in response.

"Typhon is alive. I brought him to life. He's-" Dante stuttered. "He's my father-"

"What?" Nedrigo yelled, though he didn't look angry, he looked incredibly excited. "He's alive? And your dad? If he's alive, where is he? If I'm keeping you alive, you're taking me to him! I want to meet him!"

Nedrigo's excitement wasn't helping with Dante's disorientation.

"Where are we?"

"We're a little bit away from the destination on that map in your bag-" Nedrigo was interrupted by Dante as he set a map on his lap and sat back down beside the log.

"Map? I didn't pack a map-" Dante looked down. It was a map showing the way back to the Capitol. But Dante didn't pack that map, but he sighed. "Dad.."

"And you haven't addressed that either! Typhon is your father? Why are you at a school for Axom's soldiers? How is Typhon alive-" Nedrigo asked a wave of questions. Dante tried to answer each one as it came to him but they all spilled out at once.

"Look!" Dante cut the questions off. "I don't quite know everything either. I have to ask him questions too. I had a friend that could tell if he was lying but," Dante's voice trailed off. It all happened so suddenly. One second he had friends by his side and his step father there too but now it was him and a man he barely knew. "You can ask all your questions when we get back to the Capitol. That location on the map is where Typhon is-"

Nedrigo spent the next few minutes trying to drag Dante to his feet and towards the Capitol building. After regaining his thoughts, Dante gave in.

As Dante made it to the steps of the Capitol building, he suddenly dropped his bag to the floor and started searching through it. He flipped through every item in there before his hand hit blood. He was searching for the heart he was supposed to be bringing to Typhon because he didn't know if he'd managed to grab it through his daze.

Dante didn't know if he should pull out the heart in front of Nedrigo so he slid it back into the recesses of his bag and kept going inside. Dante made his way upstairs. First he checked Typhon's office, then his bedroom: both looked untouched. Then the bar downstairs, it had been fully cleaned and fixed since Typhon had been revived but neither of them were in there. Then he went back upstairs. Dante started kicking in doors, much to Nedrigo's surprise.

With a final kick to the knob base, the door swung open. Inside was Typhon and what looked to be a demon. It had white skin and horns that sprouted from his forehead and pulled over the top of his head to the nape of his neck. But something felt familiar. He had Mercury’s hair and general body shape, slim with the same muscle definition from running. But Mercury was human. He didn't have the long tail sprouting from his back like this one did.

"Typhon?" Nedrigo spoke with excitement and confusion.

Typhon's head shot over to Nedrigo and Dante. He looked confused but not by Nedrigo's presence, but seemingly by the demon beside him. "Dante, who is that?"

"Who is *that*, Typhon?" Dante retorted. A new question. Dante had mountains of things he needed Typhon to answer and all this did was create a new one.

"That, Dante, is Mercury."

The demon swung its tail to the side, stepping towards Dante. "Mercury, in the new flesh." It felt off. It was the same voice. The same swoop of black hair with the same length. Same body shape. But it had horns and a tail. It felt wrong.

"What the fuck does that even mean?! No, no. Typhon it is time you fucking answer some of my questions! You don't tell me anything! How is Mercury a demon?!"

"I," Typhon hesitated as Mercury stepped back toward him, plopping into a chair that was less dusty than the room around it. "I possess abilities, a lot of them in fact. But the one in question here is my ability to turn living souls into demons. That is Mercury-"

"With a new coat of paint," Mercury finished Typhon's sentence, laughing as he did.

"I did it for his protection. The territory we are starting to tread is dangerous and I cannot have him die."

"Awh, look at you. Worried about me. I'm flattered, Typhon. Truly flattered," Mercury leaned forward in his chair, laughing as he threw his legs over the arm of the chair.

Typhon responded with nothing but a slightly annoyed glance, though it didn't do much more than make Mercury’s laugh louder.

"I hate you," Dante wasn't serious about hating him, but he wasn't exactly happy. "I could spend hours just asking for clarification-"

"Then don't. I'll be showing you a lot of the answers tomorrow. We're going on a little trip in the interest of getting protection. Save your questions for then," Typhon spoke over Dante's grumbling, until he pointed at Nedrigo. "More importantly, who is that?"

"I," Dante sighed. He barely knew who Nedrigo was himself. "He was a friend I made at the school. He's helping us now. His name is Nedrigo."

"Where are your other *friends*?"

"They're dead," Dante spoke hesitantly. He wasn't proud of it. "I'm not upset."

"Well, I'll be watching you, Nedrigo. Don't worry. If you don't fuck up, nothing will happen. But know, there are eyes everywhere. You are never safe from me." Typhon grinned and waved dismissively. "Pack your things. We're leaving tomorrow."

Dante tried to argue, with a few noises of protest, though Typhon called for Mercury to follow him as he walked out.

#oc #original character #my ocs #oc stuff #writing #original story #ocs #short story #story #writeblr

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[gotatext]

JUDE & JOSH — DAY THIRTY-FIVE.

location :   bedroom.

time :    jude bitches about the results of the heart raiser challenge.

featuring :   josh / @graftisms

𝙟𝙤𝙨𝙝 𝙫𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙨.

josh walks into the bedroom with nothing but a towel around his waist, surprised to see the bedroom so empty, except for one person. the thought that he wouldn't be jude's favorite person right now because of the challenge isn't even on his mind, still tired from his night with naomi. if anything, maybe josh should be embarrassed that jenny had got his heart rate up the most, and he had been—but by now he assumes it's karma for getting away with punching dejan. so he's not thinking much about it, giving jude a nod as he heads over to his closet. "how was the bedroom last night?" he asks, rummaging through his clothes. "busy?" josh couldn't be the only one turned on by it all.    

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

there’s a crease between jude’s brow, deep as a valley, thumbs working overtime as he taps against the screen of his phone, stretched out across the bed he shares with jenny. he’s on the notes app of his phone, attempting to write down his feelings, not so much a poem as an attempt to better process his anger. his mother always said he struggled to articulate himself, that he should take a few breaths, figure out what he wanted to say. it’s kind of working, anger dissipating like a berocca in a tall glass of water, until josh strides in and it freshly bubbles to the surface, simmering just beneath his expression. “dunno,” jude responds, tone measured. “i went to sleep pretty early.” pretty early after a minor scrap with jenny which ended up the two of them sleeping back to back. “too much fuckin’ drama for one day.” and for jude, at least, jenny and josh are at the centre of it. “were you in the dog house?”

𝙟𝙤𝙨𝙝 𝙫𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙨.

if jude feels some type of way about him, josh doesn't notice. he's too busy trying to pick between bathing suits, trying to remember which he had worn least recently. if any future islanders come to him for advice, he's going to tell them to pack more swimming trunks. "yeah?" he glances at jude from over his shoulder quickly, before shrugging. jenny's sex life is definitely not his business. neither is her drama, really, so josh hesitates when jude brings up drama, torn between tempted to ask about it and wanting to stay out of the couples' business. "me? oh, nah," he chuckles, grabbing a casual button-down from his closet. "i think both our results were equally fucked up, so we called a truce. it's just a challenge anyway, y'know? it's made to get us all pissed off." clearly it worked for some people. josh glances back at jude again, daring himself to ask, "you and jenny okay?"

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

it's just a challenge. it's made to get us pissed off.  josh isn't to know, but it's basically the same thing jenny had said, and hearing it again from the reason he's pissed is like waving a red rag before a bull. just because something's meant to piss them off, doesn't mean jenny should go directly out of her way to succeed in rattling him. had it not crossed her mind that maybe he wouldn't be cool with her grinding on her ex in front of him?  "obviously i get that, yeah, but there's like, a level of respect there, too. if i was chirpsing a girl and she started grinding on my mate in the club there's no way i'd give her the time of day. that's muggy." closing his notes app, he hits the button on the side of his phone to lock it and drop it into the mattress, leaning back against the pillows, hands folded behind his head. "i just think it's pretty bait that she went for you and dante when she could have picked literally anyone else." evidently, she did it to make herself feel good with little thought spared to how jude would take it. "it's selfish. it makes me look like a mug. d'you get where i'm coming from?" 

𝙟𝙤𝙨𝙝 𝙫𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙨.

josh isn't really sure what he's supposed to do in this conversation. on the one hand, he relishes in the potential power he could have over jenny's new guy, testing just how much he likes the blonde with a remark or two that jude probably wouldn't appreciate. but on the other hand, josh still does feel a level of protectiveness over jenny. god knows he shouldn't, after everything she had done to him, but it's not like josh isn't aware that one of the reasons him and naomi are able to be as good as they are right now is because jenny is wrapped around this new guy of hers. so he holds back an eyeroll on jude's behalf, and speaks on jenny's. "listen, i'm gonna be honest with you," he says, turning to face jude better. "you can't compare this shit to the real world, because in no reality would anyone be in the position to dance on their ex or whatever you wanna call it. and calling her selfish is only going to ruin any chance you have with her, so i wouldn't advertise that shit. jenny and i are over," josh says, firmly. "naomi danced on kangaroo boy, and you don't see me whining about it, because i know that it's not serious. yeah, it sucks that all of us date each other and have to deal with watching them go onto different relationships or whatever, but i don't think anyone was taking shit seriously yesterday. it was just fun. i get where you're coming from, especially in something new, but i've done the whole jealous guy schtick, and trust me, it's only gonna push her away if you get pissed at every little thing that happens here," josh shrugs, going back to his closet. "your call, dude. but i'm not trying to fuck jenny again, if that's what you're worried about." maybe next time jude shouldn't wear makeup, and maybe he'd be ranking higher for jenny.

𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘆.

“i’m not saying she’s selfish, i’m saying the action was selfish. she’s not an intrinsically selfish person.” look who’s swallowed a dictionary. “it is the real world though? stuff is different here, i get that, but, it’s still the real world.” maybe everything’s more intense in here, because it’s some weird horny echo chamber, but that doesn’t mean shit he wouldn’t permis on the outside’s allowed to fly in here. “okay. but when you say you’re over, are you serious about it? because i’m fuckin’ serious about her, man, and somehow we seem to keeping going in circles with the two of you. it’s like fuckin’ groundhog day and i hate that movie.” it’s not so much a warning as it is a desperate need to know the truth, paranoia up to his eyeballs when it comes to jenny and josh.  “she grinded on you, you’re squeezing her legs. can you see why that might piss me off?” sighing, he pushes up from the bed, running his fingers through his hair, and paces over to the wardrobe. irritatingly, before the whole firepit saga, he’d actually thought him and josh could be friends, but that’s gone out the window now. “what, so now you want a medal because you weren’t mad about her dancing with dylan?” honestly, this whole i’ve been you, buddy routine is kinda tired and fucking patronising, and it leaves jude with a sour taste in his mouth, wishing he’d never asked. “maybe we’re fuckin’ built different, bro. i can’t be arsed with this.” 

𝙟𝙤𝙨𝙝 𝙫𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙨.

"it's the same thing to girls, dude." calling someone selfish verses their action being selfish. potato, potahto. josh is taken aback a little at the candor in jude's tone, speaking about how serious he is about jenny. maybe it's because of the timing of jenny and jude getting together, or maybe it's the fact that after the way him and jenny imploded, it's hard to take her in a real relationship seriously. it does make him wonder whether she feels the same, a surprising stab of jealousy reach his chest that he hadn't expected to feel. part of him wants to point out that he's done far worse than just squeeze her legs before, but instead he just shakes his head. "i don't know what you're talking about, man. we're not some will-they-won't-they ross and rachel shit." that's him and naomi. "we tried it out, it didn't work. both of us are in other relationships now, and i can't speak for jenny, but i'm happy where i am. i think she is too," he admits, albeit begrudgingly. "what, do you want me to pinky swear i'm not gonna steal her from you? i pinky swear it." so much attitude from someone who josh is trying to help with unsolicited advice, jeez. "maybe we are, but we're both in the same place, and if you're gonna blow a gasket every time they make us do something like that, then you're on the wrong show. not trying to be a dick, but."  it's the truth.

#jude & josh. #jude & josh 002. #⥂ jude dempsey. ╱ threads. #i thought we'd done more threads with them than this. but maybe not.

[much-obliged-timothy]

"... Vergil..."

«Yes, Nero ?»

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

«What about it ?»

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

«...»

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

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

*

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

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

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

So why the tension?

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

“Vergil?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then tell me yours.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Foolish,” Vergil said quietly.

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

“They done ordering yet?” Nero asked.

“No, not yet,” Vergil said.

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

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

“Did anyone tell him that?” Nero said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[seokahwrites]

NUISANCE | chapter 1 (or, human walls and steak fungi)

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pairing.

| lawyer! jeon jungkook x lawyer! reader (feat. ex! kim taehyung)

summary.

| all you wished for was a relaxing two weeks in a big ass boat eating some big ass shrimps, away from the real world. but instead you’re stuck with your arch rival with no means of escape — and goddamit why does the bastard smell so good

tags.

| the spice has commenced; POUTY JUNGKOOK???; hunky jungkook?; jungkook?; jungkook in a suit; a LOT of jungkook; pouty reader; stressed out reader; use of the words dick and cooch; use of the word satan (to refer to kim seokjin ofc); KIM SEOKJIN IS THE REAL MAIN CHAR; poor joon is a victim; JUNGKOOK WEARING EARRINGS AND BRACELETS; taehyung is nice (?) (¿question mark?)

a/n.

| this writing was sponsored by red bull, alcohol and fantasies of casual jungkook as well as jungkook in a suit. also, jungkook’s smile is described as tight lipped bc his signature smile appearing is important to the story. also i wanna know y’all’s thoughts on tae. BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY THANK U FOR THE COTINUOUS SUPPORT AND LOVE, I WILL CONTINUE TO GIVE MY BEST AND THANK U FOR READING MY STORY <333

Having once spent a sleepless night reading Dante’s inferno, you were well aware of the fact that there are 9 layers of hell.

Though, it seemed the old man had forgotten about the tenth circle: Anywhere with Jeon Jungkook.

Since the first time you met him, you never had any reason to believe that he was a humble character. He had always looked at you from the top of his high horse and he took much pride in trotting on it.

As you, Jungkook and the receptionist wait for the elevator, the air thick with discomfort, you look at the man in front of you and remember that first time.

Your head is invaded with the memory of you in your Hello Kitty pajamas, adorned with grease and all, as you worked on a divorce case that causes you migraines to this day — love is a bitter bitch. It must’ve been past midnight when you and Jin were chewing away pizza slice after pizza slice at the office.

Then, there’s a knock at the door.

“If that’s Namjoon I’m literally going to fire you,” you bark at Jin as you hold his leftover crust on one hand and a document on the other.

And Jin, being the smart ass he is and knowing you wouldn’t survive a day without him, gets up from your leather couch without a word and opens the door, launching himself at none other than Kim Namjoon.

You roll your eyes at the love birds while wondering when the fuck their honeymoon phase was gonna end. You were so sick of them.

“Y/N,” Jin calls you from your desk, urging you to come to the door and once you’re beside him, this time with a cup of coke in your hands, “Can you keep them entertained for a bit? I just gotta grab Namjoon’s meds.”

Before you could say no, the little devil was already running off to his own cubicle, leaving you alone with the all familiar Namjoon and a very much not familiar stranger.

You lean on the doorframe without uttering a single word, sipping on your drink as well as the stranger — Sure, looking back at the moment you kinda just wanna punch yourself in the cooch and tell yourself to get a grip, but you weren’t blinded with hatred at the time, and also not blind — because it isn’t every night that a man clad in a charcoal suit and an unbuttoned shirt, comes knocking at your door; not to mention his watch dazzled under the artificial light and he held the blue tie in his hand with just the right grip.

You’re snapped out of your daze when the man goes from checking the time to whispering something in Namjoon’s ear, covering it the same way eight year olds cover their own secrets, and he laughs. This would all be good and well if he hadn’t looked at you with such appall in his eyes the moment before, the look still clear as day in your mind.

You're reminded that your makeup was probably smudged from all the times you had rubbed your eyes, your skin oily from the tiresome day and you were wearing Hello Kitty pajamas.

Maybe you shouldn’t have taken the insult so personally, but you did.

“I’m here,” Jin is back, a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder as the other one passes him a lunchbox of cold medicines, “What did I miss?”

At this you look up from the pitiful ground, pulling Jin back to your office, and accidentally spill (or throw) your coke at the stranger. You watch in delight as he looks at his very expensive looking suit drenched in a sticky brown, utter terror in his eyes, inhaling the wonderful moment for a second before shutting the door in his face.

The consequences of your actions: an almost two-year long rivalry with the stranger, revealed to be Jeon Jungkook moments after the incident when Jin asked, “Did you just throw your drink at Namjoon’s boss, you crazy bitch?”

And that wave has rippled to this day, in the form of insults and high-school level teasing (if his brain had even evolved to that age). The words “I’ll have you all to myself’ comes to mind; it makes you puff with exasperation. Sure it comes off a little flirty to unknowing ears, but it was just another reminder of Jungkook’s dismay — and that he had an all new access to torture you.

You attempt to shake the ick from your body, but in a trice you found yourself in front of the suite, the four floors you travelled to get there seemingly a glitch in time.

Isabelle scans the room card in front of the handle, handing it over to Jungkook after the green beep. “This is your room!”

You shove Jungkook aside, pulling your trolley as you enter. You had seen the pictures before, but seeing the grand room before your eyes in all of its shades of brown and gray dispersed throughout the walls and furniture, the intricate branch of lights in the ceiling and the panoramic ocean view that gave it its name; it made you forgot who you were sharing it with for a moment.

When you turn around, Jungkook is as wide eyed as you, and it makes the corners of your mouth lift ever so slightly because he looks like a fucking dork.

“Well,” Isabelle is smiling and you could sense her relief of not having to deal with the two of you anymore, “If you need anything, me and the rest of the Royal Sunrise team are available at all times, have fun!”

And just like that, she made her escape, leaving you and Jungkook standing in the middle of the room, alone.

For a moment you shut your eyes as hard as you can, scrunching your face with your fists up, in hopes that a miracle happens and Jungkook disappears. You have been having some odd dreams lately, maybe this was just—

Nope. He’s still there.

Since his eyes seem to have wandered too far, you call out his name to bring him back to earth, crossing your arms when his gaze lands on you, “We should probably talk about a few things.”

He drops the backpack from his back as he nods.

“First of all, the sleeping situation—“

“Yeah, I already thought of that,” he walks to the (very cramped) couch on the other side of the room and pats the armrest, “I’ll take this wonderful bed.”

You look at him with quizzical eyes, wondering how the hell was he of all people going to fit there. But it wasn’t really of your concern if he wanted to get scoliosis, he had made his decision.

“Plus, you need beauty sleep much more than me.”

What a waste of oxygen.

You shrug off his words, immune to his childish remarks at this point, “Okay, then. Next on the list, eating arrangements.”

At this point he’s picking up his things and placing them in his territory, “Why is that on the list?”

You move closer to the windows, a little excited when you see the balcony — you would use it to either push your roommate into the cold ocean or catch up on a few books, tough choice. “Because the tables are arranged by rooms.”

You felt the confusion in his eyes poking at your back, so you turn, “That means that we need to share a table for the next few days, dipshit.”

Jungkook shakes his body in agony, throwing a tiny tantrum, “Why is that even a thing?” He whined.

When you feel a headache coming, you grab your own luggage and place it on top of the bed, opening it up and digging in the pockets for a little bit of liquid luck. God knew you needed it.

You down the sample of Jack Daniels in one go with a bitter face and a blow of air.

“Really?”

You start picking out your pajamas for the night, “I was saving it for when I’d find a hot stranger by the pool but—,” when you look up and see the mess on Jungkook’s couch, you’re taken aback, “What in the world is that?”

Jungkook’s hands are rummaging through the jungle that were his things, and it’s obvious that he just shoved as many clothes as he could find lying around the house. He grabs hold of a white tee, “What?”

Again, a waste of—

“WOAH, WOAH, WOAH.”

In the roll of an eye Jungkook’s torso is fully exposed, his back turned towards you with all of its bumps and mumps looking right at you. And you only become aware that you are staring when Jungkook notices the lack of a comeback, pointing it out with a smug tone.

“Y/N,” he doesn’t turn but he snaps you out of your stunned state all the same, “I can practically hear you drooling.”

At the very next instant you cover your eyes, just as little kids do when an inappropriate scene comes on the TV. “You wish, jackass,” and it comes off a little shoutier than you expected, as if the lack of visual correlated with the volume of your voice. Blindly, you grab your shirt and shorts from the bed and run to the bathroom, which just had to be on Jungkook’s side of the room.

And things take a turn for the worse when you run into something, and that something is warm and firm and breathing.

“Uh—.”

Pain.

You convince yourself it was just an invisible, Jungkook shaped wall they failed to mention on the website and fling yourself to the bathroom door, finding the handle rather quickly from all the adrenaline.

Once you’ve slammed the door shut, you let your back slide against the wooden slab and your ass hit the marble floor.

The clothes are still in your grip, your left hand feeling your overheating cheeks and for a tick you think that maybe, just maybe, you should throw yourself into the water and let the sharks take you so you could be buried at the very depths of the ocean. It seemed like a better fate than whatever the fuck was awaiting you the next two weeks.

You take a deep breath in, letting your mind focus on something else.

You look around and, oh, wow. Even the bathroom was charming — if you could ignore the absurd amount of windows, any sea creature passing by would surely see more than they should — glass making up all of the walls, including the shower’s.

The exposure that surrounds you, in its own weird way, cleared up your head the tiniest bit and for the first time since you’ve arrived, you were able to think, only the ocean and its blue around you now.

And what would be your first course of action after a glimpse of clarity?

Calling that rat bastard assistant of yours, of course.

You stand up and place your phone atop the hazel counter after clicking contact name ‘Twinky’, out of fear you’d smash the damn thing when you hear his voice, smoke was bursting at the seams of your chest. Prepare to meet your end, Kim Seokjin—

“Good evening, Ms. Y/N. For what reason are you contacting me in the midst of your vacation?”

Breathe in, breathe out. “Don’t get all formal with me, Kim,” you’re wagging your finger to no one, “I know you did something. Confess.”

The obnoxious twirling of Jin’s chair could be heard through the speaker, “I’ve no idea of what you could possibly be talking about, Madam—“

“Confess.”

“Fine, fine,” you could picture Jin putting his hands up at your murderous tone, “Me and Joon just thought it was about time you two kids got together.”

You take a pause from your pacing around. Motherfucker.

“Okay! I thought it was time and convinced Namjoon to go along with it,” your fist meets the counter with an audible thump, and you were seethed at the probability of Jin smiling at your behaviour. “Speaking of it, how’s it going?”

“Well, Jin,” you place the microphone as near to your mouth as possible, “JEON JUNGKOOK IS TAKING OFF HIS CLOTHES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING ROOM,” you put on a docile face and naturally assume that Jin could see you telepathically, “So you tell me how it’s going.”

For the first time since you hired him, you had left Jin speechless. Or so you thought.

“I didn’t know you would move this fast—“

“Jin.”

“I apologise, I apologise,” the witch cackles, “But you didn’t give me any context, I only assumed the best.”

“Spare me from your taunts, you hag,” you huff and roll your eyes, “And, as I’ve told you many times before, Jeon Jungkook is literally the worst. I hate—.”

“—him. Yes, Y/N, I’ve been hearing the same speech every single day for two years,” you could hear Jin walking back and forth before an abrupt pause, “Listen to yourself, Y/N, you brought this upon yourself. Whenever you saw or just remembered Jungkook existed you wouldn’t stop talking about him. So, being the good friend I am, I handed you his—,” you rush in a failed attempt to muffle his next words with your hand, “—dick on a silver platter.”

Oh, dear lord.

“You’re out of your mind if you think I wanna be anywhere near Jungkook’s—,” you speak in a hushed tone, “—thing.”

“See, you can’t even say it,” and you give up, because no matter how many times you denied it, Jin never let up. “Anyway, I gotta go and… take a call. Have fun!”

And he hangs up.

All you can do is groan, making a mental note that you oughta kick Jin in the balls one of these days, and you look at yourself in the mirror — you couldn’t even enjoy your tacky shirt because of him. Was a normal vacation really too much to ask for?

You remember that the universe had already answered your question with a big yes, and you can’t help but pout.

Still, ever the changing mind, were you really going to let the universe win?

Your pout turns into a smirk. Of course, you weren’t. All you needed to do was avoid Jungkook as much as possible, that would be easy for sure, you were on a gigantic cruise ship after all.

Yeah, this can still be great.

And so, quick to think as always, you grab your phone and scroll through the Royal Sunrise website.

To your luck, the cruise offered classes and activities of all types with a different theme each day — tomorrow is cooking. Not only was it going to be actually entertaining, you could avoid Jungkook without having to look behind you every other minute.

Genius.

With this new mindset and plan, you change into your oversized navy shirt and banana-printed shorts, a newfound excitement in your step. You even bang your chest with each of your fists, a gorilla-esque fighting technique if you shall, as a way to pump you up.

The door doesn’t seem as intimidating when you push it open, your arms swinging at your side as if you were one of the seven dwarves. This was good.

Immediately you're met with the vexing view of Jungkook, and you quirk your eyes when you notice that all he was wearing was a pair of gray shorts and that white tee, the oddity of it all iffy in your head since you’ve only ever seen him in suits and shirts. There’s a familiar tingling of (what you always assumed was) contempt in your fingertips and toes, one that would only ever occur with Jungkook. Hatred finds a way, huh.

He looks at you, back to his phone and back to you all in one second, and once his brain processes that you’re back and present, he ditches his phone and props himself up on one elbow. “You know the walls aren’t that thick, right?”

The tingle turns into a twitch and you almost hit yourself. Breathe, Y/N.

Jungkook sits up, crossing his arms, his eyes wandering once again, “I knew that Namjoon was planning something. He was sweating so much, I thought it was just the heat,” and they land back on you, “Turns out, it was betrayal.”

You head to your own king-sized resting place and a chuckle slips out of you at Jungkook’s little remark. “You did hear that Jin was the one who dragged him into this, right?”

You’re both pulling your covers over your bodies with silent grins due to the dumbassery of your assistants, “I assumed as much.” At this, your smiles become full-out laughs and your heads must have been too exhausted to dwell on the out of character situation.

It fades after a few seconds and you take one final look at Jungkook before turning off the lights, only to make sure he was already laid down.

Your anxiety comes back to the surface, your eyes staring blankly ahead at the ceiling.

“What a mess,” you don’t even notice you had blurted it out loud.

The rustling of sheets sounds through the otherwise cricket-silent room, “Tell me about it.”

Another chuckle.

“Jungkook,” you call him, the words coming out with no warning, “Can we just promise, no monkey business? I just really wanna relax and—.”

“Y/N,” he stops you before you could yap any further, “No monkey business.”

His interruption makes you sheepish, that tingle coming back as you fiddle with the sheets.

All of the sudden, “Good night, Y/N.”

Silence.

“Don’t be a killjoy.”

Groan. There really isn’t any reason for you to answer the prick. Still, you roll your eyes, “Good night, you troll.”

You hear his pleased sigh.

“Kinda bummed you don’t want my thing, though.”

Damn you, Kim Seokjin.

Your eyes flutter open, not with the calming sound of the dancing waves or the rustling of the sheets beside you from a happy hour mistake, no. You wake up with the sound of the shower running, the drip drop of the water meeting the glass floor of the bathroom.

The walls are very thin.

The image of a very naked Jungkook just next door is forced into your head, and you try to get rid of it by putting a pillow over your face, in hopes that it would put an end to your misery, but the world only gives a hundred problems and zero solutions.

Sat up, you remind yourself of the fresh-new mindset you had implemented yesterday, and this motivates you to restart your morning right and get dressed for the busy day ahead.

You squat down to your bag, grabbing the first jumpsuit and shoes in front of you, surprisingly not too shabby. The black off-shoulder fabric was adorned with pale pink flowers and your basic white sneakers didn’t add much but they were still a welcome fit — you’d only brought three pairs of shoes, so you didn’t really have much of a choice.

The background noise of the shower running disappears.

Shit.

You stumble around the room, trying to switch out of your clothes as fast as you possibly could to avoid any of yesterday’s incidents repeating, the need of any sort of grooming forgotten along the way. Still, you succeeded, and just as Jungkook unlocked the bathroom door, you were out of the room.

The joy in your step was back as you took the few steps needed to the elevators, pressing that little button of victory. Though you’ve been to countless luxury premises, the details of each place still managed to leave you awestruck, and the black railing and golden walls of the ship with decoration clearly inspired by the Romans, weren’t an exception.

The elevator was going from the sixth floor to the fifth when you heard a door open, the hairs of your back standing up out of instinct.

“Wait up!”

Fuck me.

You turn to the left, met with the, once again, odd view of Jeon Jungkook wearing casual clothes, this time in a charcoal shirt a few sizes too big, black cargo pants and signature chunky shoes. But, there’s something even more strange and you can’t quite put a finger to it, it isn’t the fact his lavish watch was replaced with leather braids on his wrist or that his hairs strayed a bit more wildly, it’s—

“Holy shit,” your eyes shoot wide open, “Are those hoops?”

Your hands almost go to touch the silver in his ears, but you remind yourself you’d probably turn to stone.

An unfamiliar red paints Jungkook’s face as his own fingers prod at the earrings, his eyes not meeting yours, “Maybe.”

A gasp. “How did I never notice,” you state more than ask, but Jungkook answers all the same.

“I mean, I never wear them to anything work-related because keeping a professional image and all of that,” he looks at you, his bashfulness fading into an all-knowing smile, “And those are the only times I see your bitter face.”

You scoff, “Wow, actually we talked like normal people for a whole thirty seconds.”

The imp has the audacity to laugh at your face, the way he stops to scan you up and down going unnoticed by your sight. “I gotta say, Y/N, you actually know how to dress—“

Ding.

The black tinted doors open to the glass elevator, a panorama of all the ship’s floors in full display, blue and purple lights reflecting on the gilded ornaments. Your hands rest on the black railing and you don’t even notice there’s another person in the elevator.

“Y/N?” The deep timbre of the voice is all too easy on your ears.

A slight turn to the right is all it takes to see him, fluffy ash hair (that was rough between your fingers from all the times he had dyed it), a shirt that flowed like the clouds and beige slacks that matched with the sepia of his sandals (an ensemble that contrasted the vibrant version of him in your memory). But that square grin was still the same.

“Tae?” You laugh in utter disbelief, “Kim Taehyung?”

“Come here!” His long arms bring you into a hug and with your head nuzzled against his chest, his heartbeat echoed good times, easier times that weren’t filled with paperwork and suits.

It’s interrupted by your forgotten acquaintance clearing his throat.

You pull away, recomposing yourself as you stand beside Taehyung, “Jungkook, this is Kim Taehyung,” you feel Taehyung’s eyes on you, “He was kind of my college boyfriend.”

They shake hands and look back at you, as if waiting for something.

“Uh— Right. Tae, this is Jungkook, my—,” you glance at the brunet to find the right words, “—co-worker, of sorts.”

Your embarrassment only deepens when you remember that the Jeon Jungkook was a first-hand witness to the mess you were melting into in front of your ex-boyfriend.

Who needed caffeine when shit like this kept happening to you.

“Oh,” Taehyung’s voice drops an octave as he shoves his hands in his pockets, “So you two came together?”

And you wave your arms around to signal a ‘no’, but it comes off as ‘that-one-crackhead-at-the-corner-of-the-street-ish” instead. “God, no,” you snort, much to your chagrin.

Taehyung sticks his tongue between his teeth, staring down at Jungkook who was chewing on his own bottom lip, “That’s good to hear.”

It seems you’ve regressed to your college-self, tucking your hair behind your ear with blushed cheeks at your senior.

Ding.

The elevator had arrived at the first floor, Jungkook’s cue to leave.

But he doesn’t make a straight itinerary, instead standing in front of the elevator, “Aren’t you gonna catch breakfast, chump?”

Ah, right. Your genius plan could finally come out in the open, “No, actually. I have an all-day cooking class on the 5th floor.”

“No kidding,” Taehyung turns to you and places a hand on your bare shoulder with a wide smile, “Me too!”

At this, Jungkook’s shoulders slump and his expression falls flat, but you couldn’t get a word in as the elevator doors closed and he swiveled away to his own day.

Eh, it’s not like it was your affair anyways. Plus, 9AM wasn’t the hour to deal with his bullshit.

You and Taehyung made your way up, speaking of all the things you’ve been up to for the past three years.

“So, Jimin’s dancing in Europe,” you gasp, a swell of pride in your chest, your old friend would talk about it every free night he spent in yours and Taehyung’s flat.

“Yeah, now I don’t know who’s keeping an eye on all the dumb shit he does.”

The weight on your shoulders only got lighter with every laugh you shared with Taehyung, sweet nostalgia.

“We’re here,” you point at the chalk sign, the words ‘Bon Appetit’ scribbled on it.

Out of sheer intuition, you pull Taehyung by the wrist until you reach the entrance, a Royal Sunrise worker awaiting with a list of, what could only be, the names of the participants.

You let go of Taehyung when the man’s eyes travel to your holding hands. Oh, God.

He smiles, “Good morning, Mr. and Ms. What would your names be?”

“Good morning, I’m Y/N Y/LN,” your smile hadn’t left your face, “I signed up yesterday.”

He nods and you walk inside, Taehyung following you before the worker puts up a hand to stop him.

“Your name, sir,” his tone changes..

You look back, wondering what the fuss was about.

“Uh— Kim Taehyung.”

The man reads over the clipboard, even flipping to the previous pages. “Excuse me, Mr. Kim. But your name doesn’t seem to be in the—.”

Taehyung’s calm demeanour becomes a bitter scowl as he pats a fifty dollar note down the man’s pocket before he could continue his speech. “Just let this one slide, buddy.”

The sight is a bit rough on the eyes and the corners of your lips turn downwards, something itching at your throat, but you hadn’t seen him in a long time and he most likely had good intentions with the man, you could let it slide, right?

“So,” Taehyung rubs his hands with a smile that reaches the pillows of his eyes, a 360° from the him you saw a few seconds ago, “Where were we?”

The blue of the sky had faded into a deep lilac once you and Taehyung were finished with your last batch of food.

You stood outside with smiles plastered on your faces and flour sprinkled on your hair, reminders of a day well-spent.

“This was great,” you held boxes of chocolate crepes and mushroom pasta, “Except for the fact I was forced to eat and deal with mushrooms.”

Taehyung’s eyebrows pull together, “So many years together, and I didn’t know you hated mushrooms,” you remember telling him countless times, but he never had the best memory — you don’t bother to bring up your hatred for crepes. “But, yeah… I think it was the company that sealed the deal, though.”

A beat of silence. The boy was smooth as ever.

You’re the first to break it. “I guess I’ll go get dinner then.”

“Right, right,” he purses his lips, “I’m gonna catch a nightcap, too full for food anyways. See you, Y/N.”

And you only mumble a small goodbye before you and Taehyung are going different directions.

A day well spent indeed.

Grumble.

You couldn’t keep it in anymore.

Holy Moses, were you hungry as shit. Who knew that barely eating breakfast and lunch could do this to a person.

Once the coast is clear, you run to the elevator, pressing the button repeatedly because why is this thing so fucking slow.

The time taken to go down to the first floor is even more agonising, but you just imagined the wonderful meals that actually tasted like food waiting for you downstairs. You could feel the pork melting in your mouth already.

Ding.

Since the first floor is more packed, you pace yourself as you power-walk to the dining area but you arrive in no time, walking through the tables and scanning each marker for the number 83, until you finally find your salvation — and the mop of brown hair sitting there with its unmistakable silver.

You park your ass on the wooden chair and place the white boxes of gag-worthy food on the table.

“Fancy meeting you here, Y/N,” Jungkook shoves a fork of rare steak and potatoes in his big mouth.

“Don’t antagonise me, Jungkook,” you leap to grab his wrist before he can get another scoop, “Where’s the food?”

You feel him tense under your grip, “Okay, let go of me, hungry hungry hippo,” you loosen your fist and lean back on your chair with crossed arms, “And the restaurant is out of steaks for the night, your only other option is some fried fish or something,” he continues munching.

“No—,” your head meets the table with a bang, “—I’ve been dreaming of red meat all day.”

“Didn’t you cook at— you know, cooking class?”

“Yes, we did,” you sit up and shove the boxes of trash to Jungkook as he examines them.

“But, you hate mushrooms and crepes,” he turns his head in a robotic motion when he opens the lids.

Your hunger fades for a bit as that tingle in your fingertips pushes you to sit straight, leaning your head like a curious puppy.

“How do you know that?”

Jungkook bites his bottom lip as he seems to think of a response. “Well, you mentioned it at the Law & Practice Awards a few months ago,” he rubs his fingers on his chin with a feign look of concentration, “I believe your exact words were: ‘Why does the stake have fungus on it’ and ‘Everybody knows that crepes are just a—.”

“—a cheap version of pancakes,” you finish his sentence with surprise painted on your face. Still, you question him, “But, how do you even remember that?”

Jungkook’s flush is back on his cheeks, “As they say, keep your friends close,” he flashes that tight lipped smile of his, “And your enemies closer.”

Just as you were about to flip the fucker off, your stomach grumbles. Out of all of the moments it could’ve complained, it decided to do so in the only second of silence.

Jungkook mumbled something along the lines of “That’s it,” under his breath and let out a sharp exhale, cutting up his steak and taters and pushing them into a smaller plate, adding a few greens in the mix. He snaps his fingers at the nearest waiter and grabs a glass of wine from his tray. The act finishes off with him pushing the food in your direction.

You stare at the food, at Jungkook and back at the plate again. Dumbfounded, once again.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Eat,” he continues on with his dinner as if he hadn’t just done— Well, what he just did.

You bite your lip and bow your head slightly, though you’re sure he doesn’t see it, before vacuuming the food directly into your belly.

The rest of the evening is spent in comfortable silence, no daggers threatened to be thrown or scorn weighing in the air. This lasts all the way to the door of the room; you were fine with communicating with only ‘hums’ and nods but Jungkook, as always, had to ruin things.

He leans his back against the white door, arms crossed and a smirk as he looks down at you. “How lucky of you to have your mortal enemy and—,” he puts up air quotes, “‘kind of college boyfriend’ in the same boat as you, huh?”

You palm your face and hide a sheepish smile, “I was hoping you’d forget about that.”

“How could I when I was your special guest to first hand embarrassment in the elevator,” he waves the white flag of peace as he puts his hands up, “But, hey—“

“Hi, Jungkook,” someone behind you purrs, heels clacking.

You turn around and see a woman of jet-black hair in a stunning red silk dress, the pony-tail on her head swinging a delicate left to right as she waved her manicured hand at none other than Jungkook — who brushes a hand through his hair before complimenting her greeting.

It takes you by surprise, though you laughed at Jungkook’s gnarly stance at the beautiful woman, the tingle comes back, this time prickling at the pit of your stomach.

As soon as she had walked away, you rubbed your hands at the sides of your arms, “Wow, Jungkook. Moving fast are we?” you squint your eyes, “I think it’s the earring.”

“First of all, screw you,” he unlocks the door, “Second, that’s nothing, trust me.”

He holds the door open for you and you catch a whiff of his black vanilla scent. You stop in your tracks and place a hand on his shoulder with a grimace on your face, “Just don’t do anything on my bed, okay?”

You don’t bother to wait for an answer as you head to the bathroom with your comfy tee in your hands.

This time, the counter was embellished with skincare and cologne galore, all thanks to your dear roommate.

“He wouldn’t notice if I used some of this, right?” You say to Jungkook’s bottle of cleanser, too lazy to go back and grab your own toiletries.

“If you use that I’m drowning myself,” you hear him shout from the other room.

Sorry, face. You’ll have to wait for tomorrow.

Once you were snug in your tee, you were off to bed — Jungkook in the same attire as yesterday as well.

You leave the lamp on as you checked your phone for the first time since yesterday. Of course, Jin was your only notification, a plethora of obscenities and questions that would, unfortunately, be permanently ingrained in your mind forever. You turn off your phone and throw it on top of the night stand.

Not today, satan.

“You mind?” You ask Jungkook who seemed to be scrolling away, too engrossed in his phone to look at your finger pointing at the light, only a grunt on his behalf.

You turn it off and shut your eyes, your body tense, not that you weren’t used to it, the decaying muscles of your back have been like that since you graduated high-school. And, it was a bit more intense from all the mixing and pot handling — thank the heavens that tomorrow’s activities involved massaging. Though, today was a win.

Jungkook’s phone turns off and his body sloshes around, the sounds he makes the only ones reverberating in the room.

“Good night, Y/N,” you try to ignore him, but he comes forward with a good case, “Come on, I gave you my food.”

Guilt tripper.

“Fine, but only because you’re annoying as shit,” he lets out a satisfied breath, “Good night, Jungkook.”

You arrive at dreamland in no time.

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Remembrance - Chapter 1

300 Years Ago

"Dante, I won't let you do this!" you yelled, holding your head up as you stared down the man. He stood with his hands pressed to the table in front of him, a slightly crazed smile on his face as he waved a hand to motion the witch to continue.

"You can't stop me. You may be a witch, but mine is more powerful," he said in his English accent, looking down at the scroll-like paper in front of him as he proceeded to ignore you.

You huffed angrily. How could you have trusted him? How could you have not stopped him sooner?

In your defense, the man had a crazy idea that should never have worked. But he was charismatic. You should have spotted a madman from a mile away. After all, you were very close friends with one.

You and the Mikaelsons had just moved to New Orleans. One night, you were out with them and stumbled upon a vampire with a very interesting story about splitting a portal through worlds and crossing over. It was a charming--albeit terrifying--idea, but that's why you just thought it was only a story.

But then you started picking up on his behavior and noticed that he was actually going through with his idea with a very powerful witch.

And now, here you were in the scene he explained. The moon at its highest, the fullest night of the full moon at the transition between summer and fall. It was almost the witch's hour and two worlds were about to be split to create an hour-long branch.

The witch activated her magic and began the spell, chanting to herself as her eyes closed. The wind began to swirl around them, becoming stronger with each chant as the rip was beginning to tear.

It was times like these when you wished your beloved Mikaelsons would dramatically show up.

You began to chant to counteract her spell but Dante got to you first, covering your mouth tightly to keep you from chanting as he spoke in your ear, "You aren't going to ruin this for me. I will create this branch, I will travel between these worlds, and I will rule!"

You bit down on his hand and he let go of you. You clenched your hand into a fist, watching him crouch to the floor as he screamed in agony as the blood vessels in his head snapped over and over again.

"You won't. I can't let you. If you leave these tears open, you'll destroy them. There will be no world left to rule," you told him.

He spoke through the pain, "Why do you care? The world's done nothing for witches like you!"

You rolled your eyes, "Because I'm one of the idiots who lives in it!" You turned to the witch and began curling your hand, taken aback when your magic didn't reach her.

She had a barrier around her that kept her from being harmed during the spell. It bounced off of the field and hit you and you screamed, falling to the floor as your dress pooled around you.

You tried to get yourself up as the pain raged inside of you, slowly slipping away as you caught your breath. Dante stood and walked over to the witch.

"How much longer?" he yelled impatiently.

"Almost there!" she strained as she continued the spell, blood dropping from her nose as she continued. You looked up when you saw a bright light in the air, at first it just resembled a twinkling star before tearing down as a rip was created.

You got to your feet and you were all blown back as the blinding light exploded. The three of you got to your feet, staring in horror and awe at the literal tear between worlds.

You looked at Dante at the same moment he looked at you. You both scurried to your feet as he rushed to the portal. You grabbed a hold of his foot, making him fall face first to the ground. You scrambled to your feet, having an especially hard time because of the dress on your body.

You stood, grabbing the paper on the table that had the spell scrawled on it and stuffed it somewhere in your dress so that he wouldn't know you had it and try to take it. You got in front of the portal, opening your arms wide and balling your fists as your magic came to life.

But before you could do anything to close the portal, you were suddenly pushed through it. You began falling inside of it, literally falling as you were surrounded by nothing but darkness and smoke.

You felt like you were falling forever as you almost screamed. When you saw a soft glow on the other side of the portal, you braced yourself for the hit to the ground. You were left utterly confused when you rolled onto the ground instead of falling painfully.

Just as you looked up, Dante was already getting to his feet as he marveled at the sight of this whole other world. "Ah, London, my home," he sighed.

He helped his witch up to her feet, escaping with her just as you were finally standing. They suddenly disappeared into the trees far from where you were standing.

You stamped your foot angrily, looking around to try and get your bearings as you dusted off your dress. You sighed heavily, almost screaming in frustration.

You pulled the roll of paper from your dress and looked over it to make sure it was intact. You let out a sigh of relief when you saw the page intact. You rolled it back up and lifted your dress a little to slip it in your shoe.

You looked around to get familiar with your surroundings. You tried to activate your magic, but it felt distant, like you were trying to use it from far away. That didn't make you feel any better. The good thing was that you could feel it slowly returning to you, though it was so slow you wouldn't have it most of the night that was now approaching as the sun had almost set. That was strange, it was well into the night when you left...

You decided a direction to go in, down the dirt sidewalk of London. It seemed most people had already gone inside as the sun had begun to set, the streets weren't busy at all. No horses strolled down the roads pulling carriages and very few people were seen coming down the street. No one even seemed to notice her come. It was like she had been there the whole time.

She began walking down the street in hopes of finding shelter to collect her nerves before she began her search for Dante and the witch.

"Hey," a man's voice had you turning around with knitted brows. It had been a long day and you were quite ready for a break. But as this man walked toward you, dressed expensively, you let out a long sigh. "Why are you out here so late, miss?" he asked in his prissy accent which was a giveaway of his top status.

You turned to him, dusting off your dress again and fixing up your messy hair. "Oh, I have business to attend to. Nothing you need to stick your large nose in, I assure you."

He looked at you with clear shock and disgust in his eyes by your statement. "Excuse me?"

"Are you hard of hearing?" you asked, too tired to be polite. You were in a whole new world entirely and you just wanted a moment of rest. You didn't want to deal with snobby, privileged men from 18th century London. "I apologize, let me rephrase: kindly fuck off, sir."

The man before you stared down at you in anger, his hand clenching a staff in his hand. "Surely you know not to speak to me like that. Do you know who I am?" be told you.

You raised a brow. No, you didn't know at all who this person was. Nor did you care. You sighed, rubbing a temple as you responded, "Surely you know that I don't care. Good day to you, sir."

You began to turn around to leave, but he grabbed your arm tight in a strong grip. You turned to him, seething at him. Normally, you would have used your magic to have him go fuck off, but you were in short supply at the moment. "Get off of me before I remove your arm," you growled through clenched teeth.

He gave a snobbish sneer as he yanked you closer, "Come now, darling..."

Just as he started to drag you away with you fighting against him angrily, another voice was heard close by, "Excuse me."

You both turned around to see who the voice belonged to. You tilted your head slightly as you saw a man--a beautiful man--with icy blond hair, pale skin, and...golden eyes? He wore expensive clothes that resembled that of a medic and held an accent.

Oh, great. Another one.

"Dr. Cullen," the man said, his grasp suddenly softening in the presence of the man. The man's eyes turned to you, assessing you for a moment before offering a kind and gentle smile, "I was looking for you, dear."

A mask of confusion settled in your features before you quickly caught on to what he was doing. You softened at the man. Since he was helping you, you might as well play along. Without your magic, you were practically human.

"She's yours?" the man asked, eyes wide as they turned to you and then back at the doctor, "I wasn't even aware you were courting..."

The man--Dr. Cullen--began walking over with the soft smile still present on his face. "Yes, well, now you know. If you'll excuse me." He held his hand out your way, offering it to you politely, "It's time we get home."

You took it gratefully, "Of course." His smile widened slightly and he began to carefully lead to away with your hand wrapped around his arm. You both paused as the man spoke, looking over your shoulders at him, "You should teach her to bite her tongue a little more, doctor. It would be a shame if something were to happen to her because of it."

He gave a weak chuckle, "I wouldn't dare." He looked down at you, "She has a spirit of her own, and she can handle herself."

The two of you began walking away again and the man fixed his coat before huffing lightly and turning away. You and him got a little further away before you both stopped.

You sighed and gave him a genuine smile, "Thank you for that." He returned your smile with a nod and a chuckle as you both let go of one another.

"It's no problem at all," he told you, "I don't like anyone getting hurt." He sighed gently and asked, "What is your name?"

"Y/N," you answered softly, "Do you have a first name, or am I to assume it's just 'Doctor'?"

He laughed at that, holding his hand out for you, "Carlisle." You smiled and placed your hand in his as he kissed the back of it, a common greeting in the 18th century.

You chuckled lightly, "Right, well thank you, Mr. Carlisle. I'll be on my way now." You nodded in thanks and began to walk away as Carlisle frowned with a concerned look on his face.

"Wait, where are you off to?" he asked curiously.

You turned to him and quickly responded, "Um, I have something I need to attend to. Alone."

"At this time?" he questioned, entirely unsure and a little urgent as he told her, "It's almost dark; you don't want to be out a night. It's dangerous, trust me... I can give you shelter for the night."

You gave a light laugh, glancing down at your feet before turning to him and crossing your hands in front of you, raising your head in a slightly cocky manner, "I can handle a little danger, Mr. Carlisle."

He smiled again, even if it was a nervous smile. "I'm sure you can," he said truthfully, "But please, allow me to help."

You looked up at sky as the sun was already almost completely setting and the moon was raising in the sky, the stars already beginning to twinkle in the dark sky--a phenomenon you had already witnessed just hour before. Then you glanced in the direction Dante and the witch had disappeared in. You needed to regain your strength and rest, help from a stranger who just saved you wouldn't be terribly bad and you would be able to take care of a problem in that area in no time once your magic came back in just a couple hours at least.

You sighed lightly, letting your hands fall to your side, "I suppose it could wait..." You looked up at him again, walking over, "Lead the way, Dr. Cullen."

He gave a kind smile and offered his arm as you graciously took it. He began to walk down the street in the direction of what you assumed would be his home where you would hopefully be able to catch up on much needed rest.

By now, the portal had possibly already closed. He wouldn't be able to open it again until the end of the season in three months, which means you were stuck in this world until the next transition between the seasons when the barrier between each world was weakest. But it should give you plenty of time to catch Dante and end him. He couldn't move on with his plan until the portal could be opened again.

He was a sitting duck, and you would be his hunter.

~

As Carlisle opened the door to his lovely home, he stepped aside to let you in. There were books, quills, ink, and parchment scattered all over the house, but not in a messy manner. In fact, the house was all but spotless and organized, aside from the bookshelves, which had large gaps open where books had been pulled out and not yet replaced.

It reminded you of your own, in which books, grimoires, and parchment lay around the house as you multitasked with your magic and studies. Except, his home was tidier.

He gave a smile and closed the door gently behind him, "Please, make yourself at home. What is mine is yours."

You smiled at him and thanked him graciously. You stepped farther into the main room, sitting on a very soft sofa. Carlisle's eyes followed you as he kept a distance. You picked a book up from the table in front of you. It was thick and bound by expensive leather. When you turned over to the spine, you smiled as you read the title as 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'.

"You like Shakespeare, Mr. Carlisle?" you asked, surprised they even had Shakespeare in this world. You expected your worlds to be so different, but they had Shakespeare.

He chuckled lightly as he looked down at his hands, "Yes, I enjoy Shakespeare. How about you?"

You nodded in response, "Shakespeare's nice."

He nodded and offered, "Would you like tea?"

You nodded again and thanked him. He headed to the small kitchen to put tea on the kettle as you set the book down. He spoke from the kitchen, "There is a spare room just down the hall. It's yours."

You shot him another thanks and strolled down the long hallway darkened by unlit candles before you approached a room. You opened the door to a simple, yet classy bedroom.

It was not big, but you didn't mind. You sat down on a chair in front of a desk in the room and pulled the parchment the spell was written on out, setting it on the table as you looked over it.

You sighed gently, remembering just why you were here. Carlisle's kindness and hospitality had distracted you.

You began looking over the spell. If you could find a way to reverse it, maybe you could penetrate the witch's barrier when she performed her spell and actually get through to it. Maybe you could stop the rip, keep it from being permanent.

If you were thinking correctly, you would half to reverse the spell and make tweaks to make it permanent. If you seal the rift, all you would have to do was put a lock on it to seal it forever.

That would keep him from keeping it open and having the worlds literally collide together and implode, thus saving millions--and possibly billions--of lives. For all you knew, the destruction of two worlds could have a domino effect and begin to destroy the rest of them.

Yay.

When Carlisle knocked at the door, you were quickly to hide the parchment before opening the door. "Tea's ready."

You chuckled lightly, "That was quick."

He led the way back down the hall and gave you a cup of tea to your preference. Once again you were distracted as Carlisle struck up a conversation.

You hadn't realized just how long you both had been speaking, and you had yet to find out. Suddenly, the question on your mind was blurted as you asked, "Why are your eyes golden? I mean, they're wonderful, but it's sort of...peculiar?"

He nodded, looking away as if to take the attention away from his eyes. He spoke cautiously, "A strange condition I was born with."

You nodded slowly, "Well, they're lovely." When your eyes trailed to a grandfather clock against a wall next to the fireplace, you were surprised to see that it was already past twelve.

You would need to get up in the morning to continue your search for Dante. Maybe you could find him and take care of him, wait out the next few months, and return home.

This was going to be a long saving-the-world mission.

You excused yourself to bed not long after that. You would need your rest.

~~~~~

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