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qilinxingg · 5 months

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𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐍 #𝟐

pairing : john price x fem!reader

summary : after being taken by John, you are left in your private mansion. However, unlike what you expected, the Brit did not appear for some time to see it and after a few days, you receive an invitation from him to attend a private party and there things get complicated.

warnings : lil angst (promisse is just a bit), abuse and harassment (from a fuckin dog, not from price), violence and guns (a lil too), and eventually smut at the end (dirty talk and breeding kink)

word count : 6k

notes : I'M FINALLY BACK OMG!!! I apologize for the delay, but it will have to be so for some time (unfortunately until the summer of next year :(( ), but I will always try to post when I can. Thank you all for trying to pay attention to my stories, you have no idea how much happy I get :))

A last thing that I like to say is that this part of this story isn't one of my biggest works :/ so I apologize for the inconvenience but try to understand that I’ve been since summer without writing.

Anyway, good reading!

The life you led reminded you of little Nero.

Nero was the name of the nightingale your grandparents had in their house. The beautiful, delicate little bird had the whitest plumage you had ever seen and looked like freshly fallen snow on the first day of winter. And brownish feathers protruded from the crown of its head, blending in with the bright white.

But even though Nero was the most beautiful and breathtaking bird you had ever seen, you still wondered.

Why did Nero have to be trapped in these bars? Why couldn't he be free like the other birds?

Because Nero was special. That's what your grandmother said when you asked her. But if the delicate nightingale was special, why was it locked up? You just couldn't understand that.

You felt sorry for little Nero because he was deprived of his freedom. He deserved to fly free with the other birds and soar over beautiful landscapes. He shouldn't be trapped in a tiny cage for the rest of his life.

But Nero didn't seem to notice, because he was always happy. He hummed happily in his little cage almost all the time, as if it didn't bother him that his freedom had been stolen from him.

And at certain moments in life, you just couldn't understand how the little bird could behave like that.

Especially when you've been in the same situation for a long time without even realising it.

You wish you could be like the nightingale. You wish you didn't have to worry about being trapped between the bars of the suffocating, loveless cage you call marriage. Wishing you didn't feel like every moment you spend with Colt, your husband, you want to let the tears and sobs out. You wish your husband wouldn't act so inconsistent or come home drunk, completely out of control and ready to put you in danger.

That's exactly what he did when John came to make amends for his reckless actions. He threw you to the big man as if it was his last ace in the hole not to deal with the consequences of his actions.

That hurt you more than any other betrayal he committed against you. Isn't it a couple's job to protect each other?

Did all the years you spent together mean nothing to him? Did you really mean nothing to him?

Realising that was the worst thing of all. Realising that all the years you lived together had become boring and unpleasant and, above all, that they had turned you into a used-up, melancholy woman.

You could no longer recognise yourself when you looked at your reflection. Where was the cheerful girl you were years ago? You could only wonder if you weren't enough, if you weren't attractive enough or interesting enough.

You couldn't even recognise yourself when you looked at your reflection. Where was the cheerful girl you were years ago? You could only wonder if you weren't enough—if you weren't attractive enough or interesting enough.

You couldn't stand it any longer, and you prayed that one day everything would change. For some kind of miracle to happen and change the direction your life was taking.

And for the first time in your life, your wish came true.

You stare at the cream-coloured dress lying folded on your bed.

I mean, your new bed. Because that wasn't your room or your house. It was John's house, where you'd been living for at least a week and a half.

It had only been a week and a half and already your life had taken a complete turn.

You woke up in a huge room that was almost as big as the small house you shared with your husband, who claimed a small house would cost less money than a big one - money he wasted on his damn gambling and drinking.

The room you were in reminded you of the historical novels you used to read, in which the protagonist lived in a huge country house with gigantic living rooms and large bedrooms.

The room didn't look much different from the descriptions you had read. The walls were a light shade of beige, with gold-coloured damask wallpaper in some places. There were oil paintings in some corners of the room. The white ceiling was also decorated with damask patterns, and a huge golden crystal chandelier in the centre lit up the entire room.

The bed with its fine silk sheets stood in the middle of one of the walls, surrounded by two cream-coloured bedside tables with lamps. On an exquisite cream dressing table stood an elegant, ornate mirror, and on the other side, opposite the large window surrounded by faded curtains, was a pastel-coloured sofa and two armchairs on opposite sides. Finally, the beige porcelain floor was covered with a large greyish Persian rug.

You sighed and felt humiliated as you looked at your room. How could a single room be so extravagant?

You mean you didn't complain. Who wouldn't want to live in a room like that? It was everyone's dream. You just felt like an intruder. Your presence seemed to tarnish the grandeur of the room.

You curled up on the sofa, looked at the big TV screen - even though it was old, the room was still modern - and saw that 7:35 pm was displayed in the corner.

Earlier, the maid Mary had told you to be ready at 8pm. You asked her why, but she just replied with a smile.

"The master just told you to make yourself even prettier, ma'am."

You could still feel the heat in your cheeks at that remark. Your teeth bit lightly into your mouth and your body warmed instantly as the memory of your last encounter came up.

I'll fill your pussy so deep, princess, that you'll have my cum inside you for days. That's what you want, isn't it? Maybe I should give you a child of my own, don't you think?

Your face turned completely red and flushed as you felt your clit pulsing against your panties. It was so dirty, but you couldn't control it. There wasn't a single time that your husband had been able to give you these feelings that Brit had given you that fateful night.

Unfortunately, that was the last time you met the captain. That is, the last time he actually showed up, because deep down you knew John would show up without you realising it. Namely, when you were asleep.

You weren't that stupid. You could smell his expensive perfume in your room, in your bed to be precise.

But that was all. To be honest, you had expected the Brit to be a more uncontrolled, rough and merciless man than the rumours suggested.

You feared that, but the blue-eyed man was more than that: he was careful with you, although he intended to humiliate your husband, he took you in his strong arms and lodged you in a luxurious mansion that would astonish anyone.

Perhaps he took you in as a loan, so Colt could pay off his debts, you thought. That could only be his interest in you. If not, why would John be interested in someone like you? That was completely ridiculous.

You laughed pathetically and picked up the silky, exquisite cream-coloured dress. You had no choice, because it was so…

Or maybe your death.

You shuddered at the thought, swallowed, and hurried to your bathroom. There was no time to lose.

Your distracted eyes tracked the various unfamiliar faces in the huge hall, from the farthest reaches of the room. Some of the guests, who were probably all members of the mafia, were flaunting their expensive and exquisite dresses and suits. Others talked about their illegal and lucrative businesses to increase their fortunes while classical music played in the background.

And in the depths of the hall, one felt excluded while a single question buzzed around in the back of one's mind.

Why on earth had John brought you here? What was his plan?

You swirled the liquid in your champagne glass and nervously tapped the tips of your heels on the white floor as you let your third sigh escape your lips, which didn't go unnoticed by the person next to you.

"Don't worry about it, ma'am. The captain will be here shortly." Kyle's soothing accent suddenly entered your ears, startling you. When the man noticed this, he nodded apologetically.

You smile and accept his apology. During the time you lived - as they say - in John's huge mansion, Kyle's company - or Gaz, as he likes to be called - was what rescued you from the depths of loneliness. Not only him, but also the fun-loving and easy-going Johnny - known as Soap - who also helped you to have many a long laugh during this time.

You knew they were the people closest to your leader. Aside from those two, the only one you didn't get to know that well was Ghost, who only impressed you with his cold, stoic presence.

But at least he was there, unlike his absent captain.

Your rouged cheeks reddened, and a shiver ran through your whole body. Actually, you should be angry at John for leaving you in this situation and not miss him, God! What on earth was so attractive about him that you felt so lost?

Unable to answer your own question, you decide to ignore your disorganised thoughts and just focus on Kyle. "I know, but it's hard to stay calm when I'm in a place like this." You let off steam, but then a smile graces your features. "But thank you. That was very kind of you."

Kyle let a small smile appear on his handsome features. "No need to thank me, ma'am. You're well protected."

You put your hands over your mouth and laughed casually. "I've already told you that you can call me by my name." You let your hand fall to your waist, covered by the expensive fabric, and let yourself play with the soldier. "I'm not that old, am I?"

Gaz's cheeks flushed this time, and he quickly turned to answer you. "That's not what I meant, ma'am. It's just that the captain…" Before he could finish his words, the radio communicator in his blazer made a noise. When he had finished speaking, the man turned to you. "Miss, can you stay here alone for a while? I promise it'll be quick."

"Of course. Am I a child by any chance?" You joke, but when you notice the serious look on his face, you pause. "Did something serious happen?"

"No, nothing like that. It's just something trivial." Kyle replied quickly. "But stay here, no matter what, until Soap shows up."

Noticing the other's haste, you quickly agree, not wanting to delay him any longer. "Yeah, don't worry about me. You can go." Kyle waved at you and quickly walked through the main door of the common room, where more people were arriving.

You set the glass of champagne down on the small table next to you and snuggled into the white scarf that lay there, hugging your elbows. You let your eyes rest on the people around you for a few more minutes before you felt your bladder fill up. You blushed slightly and let an embarrassed smile appear on your lips.

Why did you have to drink so much champagne?

You look around until you finally find the sign for the toilet. But before you could make your way there quickly, Kyle's words came into your mind.

Stay here, no matter what.

Nothing much could happen, could it? You just wanted to go to the toilet. No one would notice your insignificant presence anyway.

So why bother?

After doing your business, you came out of one of the numerous cabins in the bathroom. You went to the small sink in front of you and washed your hands. Finally, you tidied yourself up in front of the mirror and quickly left the room, not wanting to waste too much time there.

However, as you walked along, you noticed a different pace. Not wanting to get scared, you ignored it and continued walking, but your efforts weren't rewarded, and your tiny body was pushed into a large room by strong hands.

You tried to get up, but soon a pair of strong hands wrapped around your neck and wasted no time in pushing. You placed your small hands on top of the stranger's, trying to somehow free yourself, while desperately pleading. "Let me go..."

The stranger laughed amusingly, as if he enjoyed your distress. And when you finally heard his voice, you realized that he wasn't just a stranger to you after all.

"I really couldn't believe it was really you, but it seems my eyes didn't deceive me after all."

You widened your eyes. That was Gerold, one of your husband close friends and the man primarily responsible for bringing your husband into this kind of world.

What on earth was he doing here?

"Looks like what Colt was saying was really true. Captain Price really did take you as a credit until he pays off the debt." Gerold said debauched, clamping his hand's tighter around your neck as you squirmed. "I bet he's taking good advantage of you. Well, who wouldn't, with a woman like you?"

Revulsion and fear rushed through your body like a tsunami as Gerold's burly frame came closer and closer to you. The man glued his mouth to your ear. "You know, I always knew that Colt didn't know how to take advantage of what was waiting for him at home. After all, you were always a lot of sand for his little, insignificant lorry." Gerold lowered his gaze to the neckline of her dress. "What you need is a real man who can use that beautiful body of yours to do with as he pleases." Gerold lowered his gaze to the neckline of her dress. "What you need is a real man who can use that beautiful body of yours to do with as he pleases."

You wanted to scream and destroy his satisfied and despicable features with your bare hands. You wanted to tear him apart. You were so sick of it all, of what your whole life had become! How much longer would you have to put up with this whole miserable situation?

However, the only thing you could do was cry silently and beg for help, with your voice weak from lack of air.

Gerold laughed at your state and quickly tore off your dress, revealing all your delicate flesh. Seeing everything that had happened, you quickly began to do everything you could to get him to let you go: you screamed for help, struggled, scratched him and tried to hit him. You heard Gerold grumble, and not a second passed before his firm palm slapped you hard across the cheek.

The metallic taste quickly invaded your mouth, accompanied by the slight tingling that shut you up for a few brief moments. Sobs and tears escaped you as the man pushed you to the ground to keep you quiet.

"Stop moving, bitch!" Gerold shouted at you impatiently. "I see the captain has given you too much freedom, and you've become an undisciplined bitch. However, don't worry, I'll make you a silenced doll again."

You denied it with your head, not ceasing your struggle when he began to touch you. This sensation was completely different from what John had done to you. It wasn't pleasurable or caring, despite the situation you were in. It was so raw and disgusting that it made you vomit and feel filthy.

You just wanted to be in his protective arms again. You wanted John to hold you and never let you go back to that ghost you once were at your husband's side.

"Please…" You asked softly, your dry lips barely opening.

John, please come to me. Help me.

Help me, John.

Suddenly, you heard something cut through the air so fast that you thought you were dreaming. However, the blood dripping down your face proved to you that it was reality. Gerold's grip lessened, and a painful cry came from his mouth as he lay writhing beside you. You opened your eyes and finally saw the cause of all your sudden pain.

A bullet.

Your vision automatically followed the trajectory of the bullet, and from a distance, you could see the familiar silhouette next to the door. And even from afar, you could feel his murderous aura.

John Price stared at the scene in front of him in pure fury and hatred. The Briton felt his whole body burn with such rage that he could feel a nuclear bomb about to decimate an entire civilisation.

How dare that son of a bitch let his filthy hands touch you? He could only be asking for death and, just in those few seconds, Price already had plenty of doses of suffering planned for the bastard.

John would make this scum suffer in the worst possible way.

His sole purpose for being there was to introduce you to the whole of mafia society, so that precisely such situations couldn't happen since everyone would know that you were under his protection and that no one would be stupid enough to harm you.

However, it was incredible how, with just a few second delay, his whole well-laid plan went completely off the rails. And the Brit wouldn't admit to that kind of mistake. Never. Even more so when you were involved.

Why did he do that? That wouldn't be revealed just yet.

John marched up to your pathetically exposed body, slowly, as if he was afraid of scaring you. However, when he got close, you quickly threw yourself into his warm arms and let the chained sobs escape.

John clenched his fist around the gun, deciding whether to let his anger take him over and kill him right then and there, or to let him suffer. Sensibly, he chose the latter, not wanting to cause her even more discomfort with the whole situation.

"Darling, I…" John tried, but you quickly cut him off.

"Please… get him out of here… please…" You asked sobbing, and the Briton could feel a part of his heart squeeze, and consequently his anger rise.

The blue-eyed man didn't take long to do exactly what you asked because a few seconds later, his men arrived and carried off the sobbing scum. However, they didn't leave before the captain said. "Leave that damned son of a bitch alive. I'm still going to settle the score with him."

After these cruel words, his men left the room, leaving only you and John. The man turned to you and gently embraced your trembling body, calling you softly by your name. "It's all right now, love. I'm here."

Your body just snuggled closer to his, letting itself be cradled by his warm touch. And so he let him stay, trying to soothe you, silently, as a reminder that he was there.

Slowly, the sobs stopped, and you raised your head, looking him in the eye for the first time that night and in several days. John's blue eyes focused on your watery ones, and they gave you only one certainty.

He would destroy anyone who puts you in that state. He would make him choke on his own blood if necessary and give him a direct ticket to hell.

The Briton approached you, placed his calloused hands on your warm cheeks and left light kisses on your wet eyes, feeling the salty taste. You let out a silent sob again and couldn't stop thinking.

Why was John so worried? I mean, you weren't complaining. In fact, you had often dreamed and wished that someone would anchor you in these difficult times. You were just curious.

You rested your hands on his firm shoulders and when he pulled away, you called out to him, panting and trembling. "John…" Your sparkling eyes never left his. "Touch me… please…"

Hearing his gasp, you saw John's sapphire eyes widen and then darken. He was controlling himself - you could feel it. And to prove his point, John asked slowly, his British accent thickening, "Love, you've just been through a difficult situation. I don't want to make you do anything…"

You stopped the captain's voice completely when you took his hands and brought them to your exposed breasts. You continued to stare at him with your glowing eyes and begged, trembling. "Please touch me. Make me forget the touch of those disgusting people. Make me feel like a new woman again, like you did before, John."

Hearing your words, John pushed your exposed body into the furry carpet and quickly covered you with his massive, muscular body. The Brit wasted no time in ripping off what was left of your dress, and when his goal was complete, he spoke dangerously into your ear as he let his firm hands roam your body. "I'll do it, love. I'll make you focus only on how you're going to come so hard that the only thing that will be left in that little head of yours will be just my name and my cock."

Your eyes widened, and your cheeks flushed, denouncing your excitement. John smiled at this reaction and began to apply bites and sucks to your neck, making you gasp. After this area received a great deal of attention, John's hot mouth descended on your puffy nipples, and he wasted no time in sucking them one at a time.

You arched your back at the pleasure you were receiving, feeling the ridges of your pussy wet the lacy beige panties and your clitoris getting excited. Realizing this, the captain moved his fingers down to your needy region and began stroking your luscious clit.

"Oh God!" You exclaimed, tilting your head back, letting yourself rub against his ardent touch.

"It's John, darling." The Briton complained, raising his face to the same height as his own. "God won't help you in this situation."

And with those last words, John sealed your mouth to his, completely devouring and destroying your delicate little lips. You gasped against his lips and put your fingers between his brownish strands, squeezing and scratching as you tried to follow the frantic rhythm of his lips.

However, it seemed impossible for you to do so. The man was literally consuming you as if he had been starving for days. His tongue enveloped yours in a ravishing, lustful dance, making you submit to what he was offering you.

You'd never felt this way before. It was so...different. So ardent.

Taking advantage of your moment of vulnerability, John stopped playing with your pussy and reached for your panties. You were about to complain when the man pulled it down and stuck the small garment between your soaked folds, directly against your core.

With that sudden movement, you could feel your body squirm and heat up completely with pleasure. You broke contact and opened your mouth to moan loudly as John continued to play with you by rubbing the garment against your pussy.

"J-John...oh my..." You moaned loudly as you tried to control your breathing. God, it was the first time you'd received such a strong dose of pleasure. You simply didn't know how to react.

"Shh... it's all right, love. Breathe calmly." John said smiling and left a kiss on your cheek, making you shiver completely at the feel of his facial hair. "We still have a long way to go."

You whimpered at his words and nibbled on your lips, swollen from the previous contact. You felt your knickers being removed and your soaked pussy being revealed.

You swallowed in anticipation as the Brit lowered himself to the middle of your trembling legs. However, contrary to what you had expected, the captain began to undress in front of you, and you wasted no time in admiring the man's athletic physique.

Despite having certain scars - which you wanted to explore properly - his body was nonetheless attractive. The lines of his defined abdomen were visible beneath the light fur that covered his entire torso, making him look more virile. His strong arms, which reflected the firm, strong muscles as they wrapped around his thighs, also sent a huge wave of excitement throughout his body.

You lowered your gaze, starting from his abdomen, and stopping only when his large, hard penis, full of protruding veins, caught your eye. You widened your eyes. He looked bigger than the last time you'd seen him, and he was just sending out the message that he was going to completely destroy you.

"Liking what you see, darling?" John's thick, husky accent came through, making your clitoris throb and your core release more grooves of pleasure. You didn't answer, as your body wasted no time in denouncing you, but that didn't please the captain. "I asked you a question, darling, and I don't like being ignored."

You shivered completely and let out a shaky sigh as you heard his stern, authoritative tone. You wasted no time in responding to his command, albeit timidly. "I like that."

John smiled and left a light seal on your aroused clitoris, making you let out a loud, long moan. "Good girl." And with those two words, he wasted no time in letting his mouth devour your pussy eager for his attention.

You bit your lips, stifling the scream that was about to burst from your lips. However, it was difficult to hold back the lustful sounds as John relentlessly consumed your wet region.

"J-John..." As you moaned for him, you only encouraged him to go harder and harder, until your pussy was swollen and sensitive from so much stimulation.

His erratic movements continued, alternating between your pussy and your sensitive clitoris. It was a short, quick sequence: sucking, licking and penetrating with his broad fingers and hot tongue, making your mind completely lose itself and become dependent on his lascivious touches.

And then, when you were close to orgasm, John suddenly stopped, making you moan and whimper pathetically at your denied orgasm. "P-Please...don't stop..."

Hearing your pleas, the British man's husky laugh rang out. "I didn't want to either, darling, but I promise it will get better."

Your hot body jumped as she felt the fat, wet glans slap against your soaked pussy, which throbbed with anticipation. Your lips trembled slightly and you brought your trembling hands to your face, hiding it from the man's deep gaze. Your move didn't take long, however, as he quickly grabbed your wrists and brought them up over your head, trapping them there and forcing you to face him.

"Eyes here, love." John commanded, as his free hand lined up the throbbing glans on his moist little hole. "I want to see your face when you feel my cock deep inside you again. Are we clear?"

You stared into his darkened eyes and nodded breathlessly, letting your tongue run over your pink lips. "Yes."

"Very good. Looks like you've learnt something, darling." John complimented, making you blush. "And you, what do good girls deserve? They deserve to be fucked until their little brains are mush and their pussies are so full, they will leak for days with all the sperm they put in them."

Listening to his dirty words, her pussy unleashed more lustful grooves and her clitoris throbbed, as if it were a silent invitation for him to invade. Her legs trembled and her breathing quickened, something that didn't go unnoticed by the Brit, who quickly commented with a laugh, "Is that your dirty secret, love? You want me to pour all my sperm inside you so you can feel it leaking out of your swollen little pussy, don't you? I bet you've been touching yourself thinking about the words I said the last time. You're so dirty."

Your cheeks flushed at being caught, and you denied it with your head, trying to save your last shred of dignity. "I-It wasn't like that...."

"You can try to lie all you like, doll, but your body will always be honest with me." John said, smiling, as he rubbed his own fluids into your hole, causing you to moan lewdly. "But don't worry, I'll do exactly what you want."

John groaned hoarsely and bit his lips. God, how many times during these past few days had he longed to return to this damp, warm heat since the last time. Damn work and unfinished business kept him away from you, he hated it. The only time the captain could be with you like this was when it was late at night and you were asleep.

The Brit would make sure that never happened again.

His free hand went next to the other, to your bound wrists, and this movement brought John's face face-to-face with yours, panting. After this small interval of time, his erratic movements began frantically inside you, making you both moan with the pleasure you were receiving.

You whimpered, while trying to hold back your moans by biting your lips. God, you were in a public place! There were people almost right next to you, they could hear! And the captain, realizing this, narrowed his eyes and brought his thumb to your mouth, forcing you to release your restrained moans. "I want everyone to hear your moans so they know you're already with someone, love. I want them to know who you're moaning for. Who's giving you pleasure."

You shuddered as you moaned loudly. His strong, fast thrusts made your insides burn and throb, sending waves of heat throughout your body and making you cry from the sensations they provided.

"John...John...more..." You called out and begged tremulously for it, as you felt him bite down harder on your neck.

"That's it, doll." John said muffled, letting his teeth bruise the sensitive skin of your neck. The hand that had been on her mouth moved down to your centre and wasted no time in rubbing the sensitive button that was begging for attention. Your pupils dilated, and you arched your back with the pleasure you were receiving, not containing the loud moan that left your mouth, making John smile. "Tell me, who's fucking you?"

"Oh... oh God..." You moaned breathlessly, unable to form a single thought properly because of what you were feeling. "You... it's you!"

John smiled, as he felt sweat beading on his forehead. Even so that didn't stop John from continuing his cruel, deep thrusts. "That's right, darling. It's not your slag of a husband. It's me, John Price. I'm the one who comes so deep that he makes you squirm and cry with pleasure. I'm the one you call and ask to go faster. And it's me who will fill your insides completely with my seed." John said breathlessly, not stopping to rub his thumb over your clitoris, making you moan louder. "Can you feel it, love? Can you feel how deep I am?"

You denied it with your head and John took your hand, taking it to your belly, which moved according to the firm blows of your cock. You blushed and it just made you moan louder. "Can you see? No one can get that deep inside you, love. And you get my cock so well in that little pussy of yours."

"J-John... I'm... close." You warned tearfully and tilted your head back lost.

"Cum for me, doll. Cum." John said and joined his mouth into his, initiating a lustful and quick contact that you couldn't even breathe right.

In just a few seconds, you reached your apex and you anchored yourself in the captain's strong grip as you felt your whole body tremble. Soon after, John also followed you and freed himself within you with a hoarse groan, fulfilling his promise.

He dropped himself over his tired body and left a light kiss on his sweaty forehead as they tried to catch his breath.

You were the first to break the silence some time later. "Do you think anyone heard us?"

John laughed loudly and took his hand, which previously rested on his clitoris, to his cheek. "And what's the matter if anyone hears."

You bit your lips and commented embarrassed. "They will comment..."

"Nobody has the courage to comment on anything, dear. Don't worry." John pushed his ideas away and re-sealed his mouth on him, making you feel his facial hair.

You sighed softly against his mouth, returning and following his contact. After some time, both turned away and you stared at him. "Please don't do anything to Kyle or his subordinates. I was the one who walked away to go to the bathroom.

"Well, yes, yes..." You agreed and before you could do anything else, your body was turned facing the carpet and your ass was piled towards the captain's hip, which was still inside you.

"What a naughty girl... accusing me of leaving her alone and still getting involved with my soldiers." Price spoke into her ear slowly, as she rubbed her limb inside herself. "It seems I shall have to punish her."

"I-I just..."

"No buts, love." John said, banging on his ass band, making you jump and moan again. "And as for your request, I will consider it carefully as I fuck you again."

You moaned loudly as the merciless thrusts returned.

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evilpinemarten · 1 month

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⸻ she's been left no reason

✦ wednesday addams x enid sinclair

✦ summary. nevermore's new pool intimidates wednesday due to her fear of water, but enid helps her overcome that fear by simply pulling her in.

✦ word count. 1.3k

“I’m not getting in.”

Wednesday stood, arms crossed and face sour as she stared at the chlorine water that lapped at the sides of the pool. Nevermore had enrolled more sirens this semester than they ever had before, and because the choir started to get overcrowded, the school decided to install a pool so the sirens could have their choice of singing or swimming.

The opening week of the pool was reserved for all outcasts so they may get the chance to use it before it’s taken over by the Scales. And today, Enid had dragged her girlfriend here in hopes of conquering her fear of water. Enid loved swimming; she had to, given her brothers would always throw her in the pool whenever they felt like it. She was the youngest and smallest wolf in her pack, so of course they picked on her every chance they got.

But Wednesday? She refused to go anywhere near the water with the intention of being submerged entirely.

The Poe Cup was a stab at revenge. She was focused on success which left little room to dwell on her phobia. And when she’d sit on the banks of rivers or lake piers with Pugsley to see if any fish were biting, she knew she wasn’t going to be swimming and everyone in her family knew not to test her when it came to a potential surprise dip. They cherished their limbs too much to try a prank like that. Even Uncle Fester…

And why? Because Wednesday Addams never learned how to swim.

The one time she attempted was when she was forced to attend summer camp with her brother, and like the bullies who murdered Nero, a group of stuck-up normies held her down beneath the surface of Lake Chippewa. She had never been so close to death until that moment, and although death was a topic of wonderment to her, she did not enjoy that sensation in the slightest.

“Come on, Wednesday, the water’s fine!” Enid called from the far side of the pool, making her way towards the raven that was planted at the steps; the closest she was getting to the water itself.

“No,” she snapped. Her eyes studied the basin warily, feeling her little black heart pound in her chest while she swallowed harshly, forcing down any bit of saliva that was being sucked dry in her mouth. She tried to keep her body from trembling as her black irises shimmered in trauma. She sucked in a quick breath and took steps back the closer Enid came. And when her girlfriend held her hand out, she bit back defensively, “I’ll drown.”

Enid suppressed a giggle, coming to terms with the fear Wednesday was actually hinting at. She knew this was an imperative situation for her, but she also knew that looking at it as something they had to thoroughly discuss was not going to make Wednesday’s correlation with swimming any better. So, Enid’s plan was to remain lighthearted but persistent with her. “No, you won’t! I won’t let you. Just hang onto me, okay?”

Wednesday shook her head like a little kid refusing to go to school. She was vain, sure, but her pride of flailing like an incompetent fool in front of the other Nevermore students was a sight she would never live down. She’d rather dig her heels in now than regret taking Enid’s hand later. She trusted the werewolf, not herself.

“Come on, it’s not that deep here,” Enid flicked her hand to rid it of any excess water before offering it to the raven once more, “I can stand right here in the shallow end, you don’t even have to swim.”

“Enid…” Wednesday’s voice trailed off before she felt her hand be taken by a wet one, which had her jumping in surprise, “No, Enid!”

But the perky blonde wouldn’t take objection for an answer and simply tugged her girlfriend until she practically fell into the pool, to which the chaos began.

Through hyper cries, Wednesday immediately started to thrash, the water like ice shards encasing her skin while the echoes of muffled cackles and insults pressured her eardrums. Like claws, her nails sunk into Enid’s slick skin, and her legs churned wildly beneath the surface. Her chest felt tight and heavy and her breathing escalated into a hard pant. She didn’t realize how much water she was stirring up herself, which had her instinctively trying to pull away from the flurry of droplets that showered her and her girlfriend.

“Wednesday! Wednesday, you’re fine! You’re okay! I’ve got you!” Enid tried soothing the smaller girl as she fought to hold her close, hoisting her up higher to ensure her breathing rights. She had to hold her breath at some points to make sure she didn’t swallow any chlorine water, but once her girlfriend started to grow tired, she was able to continue her encouragement. “See? I’m not going to let you drown, Wends.”

Wednesday, however, was still struggling to catch her breath as she stared wide-eyed at the blue abyss harassing her. She could feel Enid’s opposing demeanor and how her arms felt ten times stronger when they held her close. Her flustered cheeks were pressed into her guardian’s, who carried her further away from the exit, which had her clinging for dear life. But again, she was urged with a sweet delicacy.

“You’re safe with me,” Enid whispered into her lover’s ear as she slowly started to calm down enough to be recognized as Wednesday Addams and not whoever was pulled into the pool; though to Enid, she was the exact same.

“Enid…” Wednesday trembled in fear, whipping her head around to find the nearest set of steps. Her voice was low but surprisingly soft, “I want to get out… Please…”

“Wednesday, trust me.”

The raven found her girlfriend’s sparkling eyes when she bit her lip in uncertainty, and once she heard cheers from Eugene and Xavier from afar, her face grew hot and her body tensed up in embarrassment. “This is humiliating. Everyone is watching.”

“Let ‘em look,” was Enid’s reply as she smiled the sweetest smile she could muster upon the sight of Wednesday’s horrified expression.

“I can’t…” Whether or not she was implying she couldn’t let the others witness her like this, she couldn’t relax, she couldn’t swim, or anything else haunting her treacherous mind, all she could say was, “I can’t do it, Enid…”

Enid scoffed before pressing her lips onto Wednesday’s and holding her firmly by the waist. Staying locked in, she laid her down to have the water comb through her scalp, which had her gasping in another fit of terror. But the werewolf never let her go and swiftly brought her back up.

“Why…,” Wednesday was breathless from both the kiss and the fear, “Why did you do that?”

“Because I wanted to show you that you can do it,” Enid mused back, leaning in so that their foreheads were touching. “And that no matter what happened to you before, I will never let that happen again as long as I live, mi amor.”

It was like the weight of the world was lifted off her shoulders and into the crowd of outcasts that surrounded them, because the only person that mattered at this moment was the one holding her with such passion that not even the daunting depths below could harness her away from trust. In the blink of an eye it was Enid and Enid alone.

Wednesday knew that she no longer had to fear the water as long as she had her girlfriend, her partner in crime, her soulmate, her one and only, her Enid Sinclair.

“Thank you…”

“Don’t thank me yet,” Enid giggled. “There’s one more thing I have to do before you say that.”

Wednesday cocked her head slightly with her infamous curiosity that came across more intimidating than optimistic. “And what’s that?”

“I have to teach you how to swim, silly!”

#wednesday addams x enid sinclair #wednesday x enid #wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair fanfic #wednesday netflix #wednesday series #wednesday fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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The Promise

Just a little sweetness to break up the absolute angst fest I’ve been working on. I’ve have cried so many times writing the next few parts, my little romantic heart needed a break.

So I jumped on the “they met as children” bandwagon.

Or you can read it here on AO3

Eddie wandered around Steve’s bedroom as Steve went to answer the phone. He wasn’t surprised to see that the room held little personality. Not because Steve was a blank slate by any means. No, it was more that judging from what Eddie knew about Steve’s parents and the way they forced conformity on him.

So the book shelf was a bit of a surprise. Four neat little shelves crammed with books.

Steve opened the door and asked, “Hey, what are you doing?”

Eddie looked up from the bookshelf feeling caught out. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to snoop. It’s just everyone says you don’t read, so the bookshelf was a bit of a surprise.”

Steve scoffed. “They only say that because I don’t read fantasy or science fiction. I read other stuff.”

“What’s wrong with either of those two genres?” Eddie asked, moving away from the shelf to sit on Steve’s bed.

Steve shrugged. “I guess I never found the right kind of fantasy, especially since you told me that there are so many sub-genres. I guess I got overwhelmed.”

Eddie nodded. Not every fantasy book was for every person. He would have to go through his books and find a nice variety for Steve and figure out what he liked.

“And what about science fiction?” he asked.

Steve wrinkled his nose. “I hate it. And I’ve read all of the supposed greats, too. Jules Verne, Isaac Asimov, Frank Herbert, Robert Heinlein, Ray Bradbury. They all spend so much time on the science that they don’t get to the fiction. And it hurts my head.”

Eddie sighed and cocked his head. He couldn’t fault that. “So what do you like?” Steve cocked an eyebrow at him and he laughed. “I didn’t get to read any of the titles before you came back.”

Steve still eyed him skeptically but came over to sit on the bed next to him. “I like biographies. Mainly sports but a couple historical figures too. Winston Churchill was interesting. Diary of Anne Frank. But mostly I like mysteries.”

“Mysteries? Really?” Eddie said lightly. “Will wonders never cease. So who’s your favorites?”

“I like Agatha Christie, of course, Nero Wolfe, Sherlock Holmes...” he trailed off. “The classics, I guess.”

“Nothing wrong with the classics,” Eddie said. “What’s your favorite Holmes story?”

Steve hummed. “I would say ‘The Adventure of the Silver Blaze’.”

Eddie frowned. “I don’t think I’ve heard of the that one.”

“It’s where a horse goes missing right before an important race and the trainer is found dead,” Steve explained, starting to talk excitedly for the first time since he caught Eddie going through his bookshelf.

“Whoa!” Eddie teased but Steve laughed. “Why do you like it so much?”

Steve blushed. “It’s one of the few times that Dr Watson finds an important clue.”

Eddie lit up with interest. “Yeah? What was the clue?”

“That the horse tracks start coming back about half way through.”

“And Holmes was so focused on seeing the clues in front of him that he forgot to look to the side?” Eddie guessed.

Steve nodded. “It’s really cool.”

“Now here’s the really important question...” Eddie said, leaning forward to put his elbows on his knees. “Poirot or Marple?”

Steve who had leaned forward before Eddie asked the question, threw his head back and laughed.

“Poirot hands down!”

Eddie put his hands over his heart. “No! Say it isn’t so!”

“Afraid so,” Steve said with a grin. He leaned over the bed to pull out his favorite book. “Elephants Can Remember.”

“It’s about a girl who’s future mother-in-law wants to find out if insanity runs in the girl’s family because when she was a little girl her father was with her mother both found dead on the top of the cliff near their home. Was it a double murder? Murder/suicide? And if so, who was the one that killed them both, the mother or the father?”

“So this old bat comes to Poirot to find out?”

Steve nodded. “It’s really good.”

“Huh,” Eddie said. “That does sound interesting.” He began leafing through the pages when a piece of paper fell out. “What’s this?

Steve shrugged. “Just a piece of paper I use as a bookmark sometimes.”

Eddie eyed suspiciously. Steve was far too causal about this little piece of paper.

He turned it over. There was a circle around a heart and a little note that said, “This is the best ring I can do right now, Love E”

“What’s this?” Eddie asked, his breath catching in his throat.

Steve blushed. “The first person I ever kissed.”

“Eleanor Jackson gave you this?” Eddie asked. He had heard the story of course. Everyone had. How when Steve was ten Eleanor declared him to be her husband and would kiss him every day on the playground. Everyone thought it was cute. Personally, it made Eddie gag. Mainly because no one had asked Steve what he thought.

But Steve was shaking his head. “She was the first girl I kissed.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me, what?”

Steve looked down and began picking at a loose thread on his comforter. “I don’t even remember what his name was and since he only signed it as ‘E’ I guess I probably never will.”

Eddie looked down at the note again. “Tell me about this boy.”

Steve bit his lower lip. “When I was eight, my aunt took me out to one of the lakes to play on the beach. I don’t even remember which one. But there was this dark haired little boy making a sand castle too close to the water and would get frustrated every time a wave came up and destroyed his hard work.”

Eddie grinned. “Sounds cute. Even if he seems a little dim.”

“I asked why he didn’t simply move further up the beach,” Steve said, remembering with a fond smile. “He said that he had. Twice!”

“Oh the poor little bastard,” Eddie said, nearly doubling over with laughter.

“So I convinced him to make little soldiers instead for the waves to deliberately carry away.”

“Awww...” Eddie said. “Did he agree?”

“We made a game out of it,” Steve said. “Who could build the fastest army before the wave came back.”

Eddie was cackling now. “So who won?”

“He did by a landslide,” Steve said. “I could only manage to make three or four but he made ten!”

Eddie shoved his hair in his mouth to try and stifle the laughter. “Oh god, you are so competitive. How on earth did you handle that?”

Steve tipped his head back and sighed. “I pouted.”

“Of course you did,” Eddie said.

“It’s how I got my kiss though,” Steve said. “So I really couldn’t complain.”

Eddie tilted his head to side. “And how did that work?”

“When he saw me pouting, he kissed me,” Steve murmured. “Said that he had seen his mom do that with his dad when his dad pouted.”

“Cute!” Eddie said giggling.

“I kissed him back in retaliation,” Steve said. “He was just so sweet.”

“He really sounds like it,” Eddie said softly, looking down at the note. He crossed his legs and looked up at Steve. “When did he give you the note?”

Steve mirrored his position. “Just before him and his parents left. He told them he had forgotten something. He rushed back to me and gave me the note.”

“That’s real sweet, Stevie,” Eddie said. “So you just told everyone it was from Eleanor Jackson and kept it safe all this time.”

Steve nodded. “Everyone thought it was so sweet that she wanted to marry me, but I hated it.”

“Because you were already engaged to someone else,” Eddie teased. “Oh my what would Nancy think? You were cheating first!”

Steve protested, “Hey! It wasn’t like that!”

Eddie grinned. “I know, big boy. I’m only teasing you. You look so pretty when you blush.”

Steve pouted.

Eddie leaned over and pressed his lips to Steve’s.

Steve gasped. “Eds?” he asked, unsure.

“I learned that from my mom,” Eddie whispered as he worked a ring off his right hand. “Sorry it’s late, darlin’, but I finally got you a better ring.”

He slipped on Steve’s ring finger on his left hand.

Steve stared at the ring on his finger in awe and something softer, more dear.

“Did you know the whole time I was tell the story that it was you?” he asked, suddenly shy.

Eddie shook his head. “Not at first. I didn’t remember the sand castle or the little soldiers. Remember the kiss, though.”

Steve looked up at him through his eyelashes. “Yeah?”

“Of course I remember the first person I ever kissed, Steve,” Eddie cried. “Like you, I didn’t remember the boy’s name. I don’t think you ever said.”

Steve blushed. “Probably not,” he admitted still shy.

Eddie kissed him again and Steve melted into it. “So pretty boy: gay or bisexual?”

Steve frowned for a moment, thinking. “I want to lean more to toward bisexual because of Nancy, but the more I think about our relationship and how we are much better as friends, I start to wonder. And then there’s Robin. What straight or bisexual man suddenly stop having feelings for a girl just because she said she liked her own gender?”

Eddie nodded. “You’ve dated women pretty exclusively, did you feel anything for any of them? A spark, a floppy feeling in your stomach?”

Steve shook his head. “The closest I ever got to that was with Nancy. I was happy with her. Maybe no sparks or fireworks or anything like that, but she made me happy. So I thought that’s what love was.”

Eddie smiled, “And now?”

“Happiness is just a start,” Steve said, pulling Eddie back for another kiss.

Eddie grinned against Steve’s lips. “Well you make me pretty happy.”

Steve looked down at the ring on his hand. “We haven’t even dated and we’re already engaged,” he said with a laugh.

Eddie moved to sit next to Steve and picked up his hand to admire the ring. “I didn’t think I would find you again. And even when I entertained those thoughts, I would come up with scenario after scenario where we hated each other because we become such different people.”

Steve blushed. “My nightmare scenarios where were I found you again only to find out you were already with someone else. Or you tell me that it was a youthful indiscretion and that didn’t mean anything.”

Eddie kissed the ring gently. “Turns out we were both wrong.”

Steve chuckled. “I’m glad we met when we did, Eds. Again, I mean.”

Eddie cupped Steve’s cheek with his other hand. “Why’s that, sweetheart?”

“I think our nightmares would have come true,” Steve said softly, closing his eyes and leaning into Eddie’s touch. “Only it would have been me telling you it was a youthful indiscretion so Tommy would still like me. And then we would have hated each other. And I can’t stand the thought of that. Not now. Not now that I’ve gotten to know you.”

Eddie smiled softly. “I know what you mean, baby. And I’m grateful, too.”

Steve kissed him again and let Eddie lower them on to the bed.

“You’re so beautiful,” Eddie whispered. “You were beautiful then and you’re even more so now.”

“I love you, Eds,” Steve murmured. “I think I always have.”

Eddie grinned. “Me, too,” he murmured against the skin of Steve’s neck. “Me, too.”

#My writing #stranger things #steddie #met as children #ladykailtiha writes

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ryanthel0ser · 7 months

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Now that I've read the DMC4 novel, the scene Dante tells Nero that Vergil is his father has changed for me. Having that extra context has me changing my interpretation of the whole scene and why Nero doesn't go looking for answers during that 5 year period between DMC4 and 5

Disclaimer: this is my own opinion and thoughts, not fact just speculation based on what we've been given

It's very easy to say that the scene where Dante tells Nero about Vergil that Nero is clueless before this and that this is some kind of new revelation to him. The DMC4 novel though implies Nero has some idea that Vergil, or to be specific, Dante's brother is his father. Not only does he refer to Yamato as his birthright but Sanctus straight up states

“It all makes sense now. That man must’ve been a descendant of Sparda. He must have impregnated a woman from Fortuna…”

TO Nero.

So what are the facts Nero knows:

He's a descendant of Sparda

His father was a foreigner

Yamato belonged to Dante's brother

Yamato chose Nero to wield it after he repaired it

Dante's brother has been dead for a while

So it's easy for Nero to assume that Dante's brother may have been his father, the problems that have now arisen are that last point and that the guy with any answers just left. I believe in Before the Nightmare, Nero thinks something along the lines of "his brother has been long dead, so why does it matter" to sort of shrug off the thought. But why shrug off this thought? Nero remarks how he had always wanted someone like Dante in his life (which he is a little annoyed with himself about because...it's Dante, who is nonstop teasing him) so why not think about his father and want to know more? I think there are two main reasons as to why Nero doesn't pursue more information.

Why get to know the guy if there's no chance you'll ever meet him? It's a sad thought yes, but from Nero's position it's a safe one. He's dealt with and is dealing with a lot of grief from both Kyrie's parents dying and Credo dying, adding on the yearning to meet a man that has been long dead would only make things worse for him. It's likely he also developed this defense during his time at the orphanage; he probably for a bit wanted to know who his parents were and wondered if they'd come for him at some point, but after years of wishing and wondering why he was abandoned he put up a defense of "it doesn't matter, so why try looking into it" and turned his attention to his present day family: Kyrie, Credo and their parents.

Fortuna is a wreck and I nearly lost Kyrie, I don't want to leave her alone to deal with all this and any possible danger that might arise We get a scene at the end of the DMC4 novel of Nero and Kyrie helping out with the recovery and in Before the Nightmare we know they are still helping and now running the orphanage, but are HELLA poor because Kyrie accepts payment in meat and veggies instead of money (cause she's a saint like that). Additionally, there are still demons appearing on occasion although not at the rate they were before the whole Savior incident. His whole motivation (ha) for fighting and keeping Yamato was to protect Kyrie, and after nearly losing her and losing Credo it's not a surprise he decides to stick by her side during these five years. He already had to watch her grieve her parents, now he has to be there for her when she grieves for her brother whilst doing everything she can to help the survivors. Leaving her alone does not justify the want for answers to Nero.

Having this in mind now, let's look at the situation surrounding Vergil's return and the scene Dante tells Nero "he's your father" from Nero's perspective.

He just learned from V that the giant demon king named Urizen is actually Dante's older brother Vergil and that they're fighting each other despite being brothers based on their opposing ideas

This mysterious guy who showed up out of nowhere with a ton of answers for things and none about himself is now deteriorating rapidly and wants to be there for when Urizen is defeated

V landed the final blow and all of a sudden there's a guy there who is apparently Vergil and he and Dante immediately begin fighting before Vergil leaves

He thanks me???

Somehow V was part of that guy

Dante is refusing to let me fight even though this guy taking my arm kicked this whole thing off

To us the audience, this doesn't seem as strange because we're used to DMC nonsense like splitting your being in half but to Nero who has only dealt with the events of Fortuna and this past month this is still bizarre and seems like the most insane set of events to happen.

And then Dante has the audacity to tell Nero to go home and that it doesn't concern him. This is the man that took his arm, the one that took his power, the one that nearly killed Dante, the one that is responsible for thousands maybe even millions of lives being taken and despite how confident Dante was in Nero last time they met in Fortuna and has seen what he is capable of with the Devil Breaker he seems to have thrown that all away?! His own rage at the whole situation blinds him in that moment and Dante hits him with

"He's your father!"

This snaps Nero out of it. As Dante explains, we can almost see the implications of it all set in for Nero. It makes perfect sense. But this man took his arm. This man was supposed to be dead. This man has caused so much destruction. This man was the one he had been working with this whole mission and the one he was fighting. This is the man that Nero never imagined even meeting. And he was alive, he was real, but could this be called a good thing when he's caused so much pain for others and Nero himself?

Nero has gained so much information in the span of an hour and now Dante is on his way to fight Vergil that is guaranteed to kill one or both of them. Like Nero says on the phone with Kyrie, he's suddenly gained a family and he might lose both of them if he doesn't do something. And he's not losing anyone else.

#I hope this makes sense #i know the real reason they have Dante say it is because western fans were still confused #(remember the DMC4 novel was only published in Japanese)#but I think this explains it in a way that's in character and makes sense #instead of just Nero being clueless #dmc4 #dmc5 #dmc nero #dmc dante #dmc vergil #dmc #devil may cry #dmc analysis

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myvampyrez · 25 days

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HAIII I've read about all of ur DMC posts and they always make me feel gushy and silly OUGHH can I request a lil fluffy blurb of Nero with a reader who confesses their crush on him accidentally after a particularly bad fight w a demon?? Ty!!!! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

“well, this wasn’t really what i was hoping to do this evening but,” you looked back at the horde of chaoses headed straight for you, the scales on their back glinting as they caught sight of you and nero, “i guess i could use a little workout.” you looked towards your companion, a quizzical look on his face with blue rose slung over his shoulder. “so could you, y’know.”

“nah,” he said, charging up his devil breaker— or nico’s masterpiece, as she’d like to call it, “i’m good.” with that, he approached into the crowd, evading all their charges towards him as they whipped their tails.

you rolled your eyes, “ever so arrogant.” you unsheathed your own weapon, parrying one of the attacks that the chaos tried to get on you, it’s tail whooshing back and forth as it anticipated your next move.

he guffawed, “not arrogant! just know i’m— that— good!” he clenched his teeth as he rolled away from one of their attacks, successfully striking a vulnerable spot and knocking two of them down.

few more comments and where were you at now? kneeling over nero with deteriorating demon husks behind you, hands on his chest as you urged him to lay back down. “you’re hurt, nero.”

“relax, i’m— damnit!” his eyes scrunched close while his hand darted over to his abdomen, an aching sensation overtaking his stomach as he laid back down. you made sure to put your hand under his head to gently let it down so it wouldn’t hit the hard, concrete tile.

“listen, i appreciate the help— ugh, i guess. but you can just let me up.

“no, actually— i cant.”

“uh.. yes, you can.”

“nope,” you popped the p, “can’t do that.” you coaxed him to sit up against the wall since he was so antsy, patting his leg as you peered down at him— his eyes narrowed with skepticism. “can’t have nothin’ happen to you.”

“why? you got a crush on me or something?”

“yep, got problem with that?” your eyebrow quirked as you looked back up at him, tearing your eyes away from the pay phone nearby. maybe you’d watch his reaction a little more before going to call nico. he gulped, looking around as if somebody could hear. “well, no.” he finally said.

“then listen to me, ‘just that good’.” you stood up, darting over to the pay phone so nero wouldn’t have anything else to say.

he let out a breathless laugh, clutching his stomach as he tried to keep it to a minimum— so as to both not alert any nearby demons and to try and not strain himself as badly. he watched as you threw him a soft smile, holding the phone to your ear as you called nico.

knowing her, she wouldn’t take long before her van pulled up and would almost kill both of you from how reckless she drove, but nero couldn’t think of that when all he thought about was your words— how casual you were. he wondered how long you had held your feelings towards him for, and he wondered if they were as long as his. unfortunately, the rumbling of an approaching engine and tires skidding interrupted both of your thoughts, the silent moment now gone. you two would definitely talk about this later, you thought.

#nero sparda x reader #nero sparda blurb #devil may cry headcanons #devil may cry nero x reader #nero dmc x reader #dmc nero x reader #dmc nero #nero dmc #nero sparda #dmc5 nero #dmc4 nero #devil may cry nero #nero devil may cry #devil may cry x reader #nero sparda headcanons #ODOTTIE *･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💘 ✧.*#kiss kiss

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mackjlee9 · 1 year

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Yami Sukehiro x Wanted!Criminal!Male!Reader [?]

Masterlist.

Black Clover

Requested by Christmas_Tree on AO3 (Archive of Our Own)

For months now had Julius given the same mission to the kingdom's orders, and none of them had been able to fulfill his order, not even Golden Dawn.

The mission was to capture this extremely dangerous and psychotic wanted criminal, and Julius finally gave in to inform the Black Bulls.

Now, in the meeting room of the castle, Julius and Marx were waiting for Yami to arrive, and a few minutes later, a portal appeared, Yami himself walked through it followed by Finral. The meeting was short and concise, Yami was given the mission to capture this criminal and given a picture to be able to identify him. Marx was specific about needing every member of the Black Bulls working on this and to capture him alive, the time limit was a month, less than half than the other orders had to find him.

Yami scoffed and grabbed the picture, looking down at it to see who this "dangerous and psychotic" criminal was. The guy was-

Yami had always been kinda proud of being able to maintain a poker face when surprised or overwhelmed, because that's exactly what he felt when he recognized the guy in the picture. He looked up at Julius and groaned an affirmative response, signaling Finral to open the portal again, and they soon left.

Back at their base, Yami sighed and glanced out the window, where he saw (M/n) sitting outside.

"Everyone!" His deep, booming voice caught the attention of everyone in the room, they stood up and gathered around Yami, or just stayed in their place, like Zora who didn't care much and didn't want to stand up, Nero standing close to him, "We got a mission, and it has a time limit, so listen up," Yami frowned and look at the picture in his hand, "There's a fugitive criminal that we have to capture in a month."

Luck seemed hyped about it, and so did Magma, Gauche wasn't as interested like most of the members, who were nonchalantly accepting the mission.

"Is that a picture of them, Yami?" Vanessa asked fixing her clothes that had gotten slightly wrinkled.

A unison gasp left everyone's mouth the moment Yami showed them the picture, followed by Asta screeching and about to run to the window, only to be stopped by Yami. All of them approached the window slowly and quietly, looking outside.

The picture was of a younger (M/n), who was definitely a teenager back then, but it was him, no doubt. And there he was. Sitting right outside their base, playing and talking to animals, his grimoire open and glowing as he used a spell to be able to understand them.

"Them. Looking. Window," One of the squirrels said, making (M/n) look over his shoulder.

There standing in front of the wide window were all the members of the Black Bulls, observing him as if he was an exotic animal, (M/n) just smiled and waved happily at them, yelling a cheerful "Hello~!"

Yeah, he was too nice to be a "dangerous and psychotic" criminal, there had to be an explanation.

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It was dinner time, and like usual, Charmy was cooking while Asta engulfed everything in sight, well, usually it would be like that, but everyone was quiet, wondering what the reason could be. And Zora was fed up with the silence that seemed to be piercing his ears.

He stood up from the dining table and headed outside, where (M/n) had his own plate of food brought over by the wild cats around him, who were eating along with him, gently grabbing the food with their teeth whenever he handed it over to them.

"Hey," Zora's voice slightly startled (M/n), who turned around to look at him with a nervous smile.

"Hi, Zora, do you need something-?"

"Why are you a wanted criminal?" Well, that was a direct question. (M/n) sighed and looked down at his plate, hearing footsteps behind them, and looking at the chinchillas perk up from their hiding spot by the hollow rocks, he knew everyone had walked outside.

(M/n) remained silent for a few moments, before taking a deep breath, "Yami," the black-haired male approached him and stood next to him, "Can we talk in private?"

Yami looked at (M/n) in the eyes and decided he will, quietly signaling the rest to go back inside. Once they were left alone, Yami sat next to him and they stayed silent for a while.

"So? You gonna explain?" (M/n) kept his head down, reaching his hand out to pet the wild cat sitting by his feet, and he sighed.

"It's all made up," Yami remained silent, but his eyebrow raised, awaiting any other thing the male might say, "Julius made that up, 'cause he wants me..." Taking a deep breath, (M/n) rubbed his face in distress, "To come back."

(M/n) continued to explain to Yami what had happened years ago and how this whole thing started, and Yami just listened in silence. And eventually, they made a deal. (M/n) accepted to be taken back to the castle, not caring how Julius would react upon seeing him back.

After hours and hours went past, Yami took (M/n) back to the castle, Finral accompanying them with his portals, while everyone said bye to (M/n) one last time. He even had to hug Asta and dry his tears 'cause the silver-haired male didn't want him to leave, he grew attached to the (h/c) haired male, especially after all the training they did together since the day they met.

With a gentle smile, (M/n) followed Yami through the portal as quickly as he could, not wanting to put a strain on Finral, and soon, the three of them were in the castle's meeting room, where Julius and Marx had been discussing personal matters.

"Julius," Yami called him, catching their attention, and the two of them looked toward the Black Bulls members.

King Julius was about to say something, when a familiar face walked through the portal, standing next to Yami, "(M/n)..."

Clenching his fists and swallowing, (M/n) made eye contact with the blond, "Br-"

His voice was cut off by the crushing hug Julius gave him, dramatically crying out his name and much he missed him.

"My little brother is back!" With an even more surprised expression than before, Marx gasped loudly.

"Brother?!" Yami sighed and stared into Julius' eyes, who was tearing up like the childish king he is.

"You're not keeping him," everyone in the room looked at Yami as he spoke, shocked by the serious tone of his voice, "I brought him over this once, but he's not staying here, Julius."

The King released a chuckle when the shock passed and he kept an arm wrapped around (M/n)'s shoulders.

"As long as you let him visit, then I don't mind," leaning his head on (M/n)'s he smiled brightly, "I'm just happy to know he's okay," (M/n) sighed and tried to free himself.

"Can I go now?" He asked with a monotonous tone, and Julius only laughed louder.

"Only after you have dinner with us, of course!"

Extended ending

"Your brother, sir?" Marx asked once their guests had left, and Julius only kept swaying his body side to side, a happy smile plastered on his face, a subtle blush coloring his cheeks.

"Yeah~!" That was all he said and Marx couldn't help but sigh as he realized that he now had to inform all the orders about (M/n) no longer being a threat.

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stardustgalaxy · 16 days

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Even more DMC headcanons~! Y’all seem to really like the ones with the reader/you involved so… why don’t we go more with that then?

(Just a whole bunch of nonsense thrown together, y’know?)

✨Let’s take a journey backwards into how Dante managed to ask you out in the most on brand way possible! He did and didn’t ask you out, but running on the assumption you’ve been friends/known each other for a while he’ll just kind of give you something expensive (let’s be honest, it’s a bracelet with a red gemstone embedded in it) and ask you this: “Can ya hang onto this?”

“Sure, but, why…?

“Isn’t it obvious? So I’m always able to find you, (Nickname)?”

✨Vergil, alas, is much less suave with his ways of asking you out, but the fact you managed to get past the icy shell of protection and get along with Dante, he’ll do something a little more romantic… by giving you a questionably expensive set of books to write in/a book has already been filled with his thoughts of you~! Man sucks with speaking, but writing is his expertise!

✨Nero, oh you sweet summer child, is the more bold of the trio! He’ll get cold feet, freak out about things going sideways, and then absolutely melt when you kiss him on the cheek when he hands you a bouquet of your favorite kind of flowers. And yes, there is indeed a single bright blue rose in there that he’ll carefully place in your hair~ Kyrie is 100% the one who suggested he do the bouquet with the rose.

✨Lady asking you out is by far the simplest of the entirety of the DMC crew, even Trish is surprised considering they both enjoy the more lavish (yet simple) sides of things. Lady is most likely the one to ask you out with you two on your classic lunch once a month, a tradition you started and she come to enjoy happening~ 100p extra if you turn the tables on her and ask her out instead, with a charming smile on your face and a quick peck on her lips!

✨It’s a wonder how Trish managed to find herself falling in love with someone, let alone you since you’re… well, you. She can’t describe it! But you’ve hung out together long enough, and if you’re a fellow hunter also slayed a few demons together, and so she figured she might as well ask you out on a date first! What she wasn’t prepared for was for you to show up looking nice with a single flower in your hand, gently placing said into the suit she decided to wear that day and saying such simple words. “You may not think much on it, but a woman as elegant and electrifying as you should wear this as well...”

✨Now for the ACTUAL headcanons:

💜Nero has a low resistance to spices, though it’s gotten better now that he moved out of Fortuna City

💜Dante, on the other hand, has a stupidly high resistance to spices and gets a little disappointed that the “spiciest thing around” is just a tickle on his tongue… have mercy upon his toilet

💜Vergil finds the concept of eating to be difficult, his sense are a bit skewed from his time split apart into two as well as time as Nelo Angelo, and thus he has the worlds slowest burning metabolism! He can go without eating a full meal for like… weeks. He will snack on small things like gummy bears and animal crackers, just so Dante and Nero get off his back about him skipping some sort of fuel. He’s gotten better at eating more consistently tho.

💜Lady has this ONE particular shade of lipstick she absolutely adores and was crushed when her favorite shop ran out of that shade, nearly punched a hole in Dante’s wall when it came to be discovered her favorite shade was discontinued due to unfortunate events… (demons)

💜Trish actually has a sour tooth! Contrary to what others may think, she prefers sour things over sweet, savory, and spicy! Go ahead, give her a sour patch kid or a warhead, she’ll snack on them all day if she could~!

💜Kyrie, believe it or not, has a secret love for some rock metal and it’s entirely Nico AND Dante’s fault! She also has a once a week little brunch hangout with Vergil to help him get more acclimated to “semi normal” life, as she is the only one who didn’t attempt to suffocate him in his sleep. (i.e gave him a scolding in a way that reminded him of Eva, so he felt comforted in a way because of it)

And that’s all the headcanons and I guess insert moments I got! Tune in next time for when I share these again… tho, I wonder if y’all would want me to make a separate lil blog for this

#nero x reader #vergil x reader #dante x reader #way too many tags #way too many headcanons!#NO SERIOUSLY TOO MANY TAGS IM OUT #enjoy nerds and nerdettes and all those in between~

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iwasthewind · 1 year

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I'm sad about Apollo not getting the attention he deserves, so I'm gonna give it myself. The following is a ramble on why I love Apollo, and the way Rick handled his character <3

This hasn't been proofread and is unstructured as fuck because I lack the time for something better- and all of the following is something I said to a friend regarding TOA sjsjsjjs

Rick honestly handled abuse so fucking 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 in the series, gotta love the man for it. The parallels that he shows in Zeus and Nero, the way he addresses that Apollo himself was stuck in a cycle of abuse. I love how Apollo at first is so entitled, so used to getting his way, so shocked and disproportionately offended at the smallest things- but he's not necessarily evil. At the same time, a fair deal of the shit he did was inherently bad, yeah?

And it wasn't even because he was a control freak like Zeus, who was just toxic, paranoid and proud. It was because he never realised it was wrong because the concept of it being 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 was never introduced to him- which is no excuse by the way. He saw Zeus' actions as wrong 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮. Zeus set the example for him, and he never thought of it as (inherently) 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 'wrong,' but as something that "inconveniences/offends/hurts me."

And then his mistakes start biting him in the ass. And he's upset, because he wonders if he really deserves this?? And then his ass begins to bleed because his mistakes bite him 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥. And he's in denial but he begins to realize the gravity of his actions. He begins to empathize with his victims and it's not like he can apologise or do something to take back his actions either. His mistakes firmly remain what they are.

It's then that he slowly begins to realise- the abuse he faced at Zeus' hands, the abuse others faced at his hands, the abuse Meg faced at Nero's hands...is all inherently wrong. It's amoral. He's forced to face the fact that 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, no matter who's dishing it out.

When he confronts Harpocrates it's made especially clear- he was a fucking bully and it slapped him in the face. How entitled he was in trying to coerce the Sybil, how cruelly he dismissed her pain because guilt was an inconvenience to him. Up until he had to deal with them again, he barely thought about them. They weren't relevant anymore, because they were not desirable or sources of entertainment anymore. They weren't useful to him anymore.

And then he's forced to address the pain he's caused. He can't save them, and he's not forgiven for his actions.

They acknowledge him and peacefully (more or less) die and now he has to live with that. He can't make things better for them. He held their future in his hands and he carelessly shaped it into an ever descending spiral staircase which ended in 𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘯 and he has to live with that.

And he sees it and he acknowledges his emotions and he lets his guilt get to him- because he understands that he deserves it, even though he can't atone for it directly, to 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

And instead of dismissing his discomfort and booking it- which was a toxic pattern he had established and followed for YEARS, my dude addresses the fact that he needs to improve. And he 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 improve.

It's not a gradual thing and there's hints of relapse but he genuinely apologizes, puts aside his pride several times and tries to improve. He can't do anything about the past but he can damn well try to make his current and future self a different God, a God that nourishes and cares for the well-being of those less fortunate than him, a person who cares and is learning to be happy with himself and takes responsibility in a healthy way.

And it's not easy- it's a concious choice he makes, every day, every time he's faced with old thoughts. They've been habits for so long and he's breaking them and it takes a herculean effort but he 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 it.

He's still extravagant at the end and he still catches hold of luxury items but he's gifting them too now! He got Meg a unicorn <3

And then in the end he addresses that Nero and Zeus are similar, and 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮. Apollo sees his mistakes and tries to improve. Zeus and Nero 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 they are in the wrong, but it benefits them and so they do not care. They can't be forgiven because they don't deserve it. All you can do is distance yourself because there's no actual, plausible way to deal with them for good.

I just love Apollo sm jwkjdksdkndk <33

Some day I'll write a proper essay on him but today is not that day. My apologies if I get something wrong, it's been a while since I read the books :')

#toa #the trials of apollo #toa apollo #toa analysis #Lester Papadopoulos #<33 #i just love him so much #I'm sad there's not many people I can talk to about him #so many people just refuse to read TOA for no good reason #</3 #i just #want to hold him #pjoverse #toa meta

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that-gay-guy-from-hell · 1 year

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What Would They Think?: Vergil X G/N Reader

SUMMARY: The both of you are lying together in bed; however, Vergil can't sleep. As he sits there with only his thoughts to keep him company, his mind wanders aimlessly until he finds himself thinking about his parents--or rather, what his Father and Mother would have thought of you.

BEGINNING NOTES: G/N reader. Pre-established relationship 🌻🌻🌻 >I don’t know but I wanted some sappy fluffy(?) Vergil. Also, in this he is wearing the outfit I referenced in his H/Cs (linked here)--so that’s how he has a tie lmao >Since Sparda doesn't exactly have a cannon personality, I tried to figure out how I wanted him to sound--forgive me if it is rough. Just to be clear: Sparda is NOT hitting on the reader--you’ll know what I mean when you see it. It is an old-fashioned way of showing respect and stuff, not romantic. >Also, I come from a family that (used to) hug a lot so there is hugging between family members--I know that some folks don’t hug much so I thought I would add a note about it lol.

Warm. A comforting feeling you had gotten used to when sleeping. The snug feeling of toned arms wrapped around you; the sounds of light purring and breathing, only added to the cozy space. It was strange how someone so stoic and curt could be reposeful with you. He brought you peace and you brought him the same: keeping at bay his insomnia and nightmares.

Tonight, however, the man of your affections lay awake staring at your sleeping form. He ran one of his hands gently up your arm then lightly pet your head. Vergil involuntarily shook ever so slightly, fearing that he would wake you or that, perhaps, you would fade from his arms like a dream.

Thoughts like that made him feel foolish. Here you were laying happily on his chest and he couldn’t shake the fear of this not being real; that all this is just a desperate daydream from a man trapped in his Hellscape of a mind. A gust of wind would come through and you’d be gone and he’d be back in the Underworld, alone. No one in their right mind would lay with him this way, not after what he’s done; and yet, here you are. Completely unaware of the world around you, enveloped in his arms; trusting him not to harm you as he has to so many others.

A slow steady breath left Vergil’s body as he pushed those thoughts away: not wanting to dwell on such depressing thoughts. He allowed his eyes to close and relaxed his body the best he could. Mindlessly his brain wandered through many different topics, unable to rest. Eventually, his mind ended up on the topic of his family--or rather, his parents.

“I wonder,” Vergil thought, “What would Father and Mother think of you?”

He scoffed at his thoughts, how stupid a question. They are dead. Gone. Never coming back. So, why would he think about something that can never happen?

Despite this, Vergil couldn’t help but entertain the idea, “Father would be surprised that I did not wed Nero’s mother; not taking her hand despite what happened. However, your excitement to learn about him and the history of Hell would surpass that sore point.”

The eldest son smiled, “You interacting with Father… that would be a sight to see--you already find Dante and me intimidating. The look you’d give me upon seeing him. You would've hid behind my coattails upon meeting Sparda--would he have found it as amusing as I?”

He indulged himself further as his smile widened, letting his mind picture things. What life could have been if not for that one day, if not for his arrogance as a young man, if not for his time apart from himself; if life had been normal.

It was mid-December. His parents had invited you both to their home for the holidays. Although you had been dating for quite some time, it would be the first time that Vergil had brought you home with him.

Upon arriving, you commented on the size of the home, “I knew that you were well off, but this is much more than I expected…”

Vergil laughed, “It is even better inside, I assure you.”

The both of you entered the house. It was cozy; a gentle smell of firewood with undertones of cinnamon adorned the air. There were cute holiday decorations all around: Eva must have decorated with Nero and Dante already. A loud thud of boots drew both of you out of your thoughts; in front of you, stood Dante--who jumped off the stairs and down onto the foyer’s wooden floor.

The youngest brother wasted no time in squeezing his twin in a large bear hug; which, Vergil protested quite loudly by shoving Dante off of him. A warm smile found its way to your face as you watched the pair. Even though it had only been a week since Dante had seen Vergil, he always acted as if it has been decades since they had been together.

You noticed Nero come out from the doorway on the right--wearing a God-awfulsweater. He had his phone out and took a picture of the unknowing brother’s reunion embrace.

Nero pocketed his phone, “Glad you two made it,” he stepped further into the room, “was worried you got lost or something.”

Vergil, finally free from Dante’s grasp, shook his head and sighed, “Our flight was delayed, forgive us for our untimely arrival.”

Nero laughed, “I ain’t the one who needs to hear that--swear Grams was gonna have Gramps start a search party to find you two.”

Finding that Eva was so worried about Vergil made you bite your lip to stifle a laugh. Dante, however, decided to help you further by turning his attention to you; giving you the same bear hug he gave Vergil.

You swear you could hear every joint in your body crack from his grip, “Too-- Tight--”

Dante loosened his grip slightly; still making sure to constrain you--his signature way of showing platonic affection, “Whoops, sorry; forgot you ain’t like us.”

Although your grip wasn’t anywhere near as hard as his: you squeezed as hard as you could back, “ It’s alright--nice to see you too, Dante.”

You could feel Vergil seething upon seeing Dante so close to you; however, before Vergil could bark at Dante, Eva walked out and stood by Nero.

She was finely dressed in a dark--almost black--red dress with a snowy white-blue shawl draped around her shoulders. Her golden hair had begun to grey in the middle--a reminder that she was just as human as you.

She walked over to Vergil and gave him a warm hug, rubbing small circles on his back, “I was worried you weren’t coming--”

“I wouldn’t dare break my word,” Vergil leaned into the hug as he felt pangs of a happy sad feeling pull at his heart, “It is good to see you, Mother. Have you been keeping well?”

“Yes, even better now that you are here,” Eva leaned back, her eyes creased at the edges as she smiled.

Vergil widely smirked; he turned and stuck out his hand, asking for you to come over to him. You left Dante’s hug and grabbed the eldest twin’s hand, sheepishly coming to stand next to him.

“Mother, this is my partner,” Vergil took on a strangely shy tone, “The one I have been telling you and Father about.”

Eva smiled opening her arms for a hug, which you did not object to, “It is good to meet you, Vergil has told us much about you,” although you knew she was being nice--you couldn’t help but freeze a bit at what she said, “You make him quite happy, you know?”

“M-Mother..!” Vergil’s face was bright red with embarrassment as he stiffened his posture.

Eva let go of the embrace, “It’s true Vergil--you have been much better since they came around.”

Vergil sputtered, trying to find a response. Nero and Dante were both laughing at him; only adding to his inability to think.

A loud voice called from the landing on the staircase, gathering everyone’s attention, “Vergil, my boy, I’m glad you made it.”

The man began to descend the rest of the stairs; it was Vergil’s father, Sparda. You swallowed hard and, unknowingly, began to move back a bit.

If you looked up the word “ Intimidating ” in the dictionary, you’d find his picture: he was around 7 feet tall (2.13 m) and wore very fine dark-velvet clothing. Upon his face sat a brass monocle which helped emphasize his piercing blue-eyed stare. Although he was much older than anyone else present; he didn’t look older than his late 30s. His hair was slicked back (just like Vergil keeps his, you noted) and you realized that the twins were spitting images of their father.

“Father,” Vergil formally bowed his head.

Sparda stood in front of his eldest son with a raised brow, “What’s with such formalities? You are here on holiday, are you not?”

“I am, however, I thought it best to--”

Without letting Vergil finish, Sparda pulled his son into a large bear hug--just like Dante did earlier. Unlike Dante’s hug, however; Vergil allowed his father to clasp him tightly and even reciprocated by lightly wrapping his arms around the large man.

After a few moments, Sparda broke the hug and held Vergil by his shoulders, “You look good; your partner must be treating you well.”

Dante busted out laughing once more. Nero snorted trying to hold back from laughing at his father’s wide-eyed red-faced expression. You also had gone quite red in the face at the comment.

Sparda’s gaze found its way to you; who had backed up to stand a few feet behind Vergil. He let go of his son and walked over to you. His stature was beyond impressive; his height alone made you feel minuscule. What happened, however, left you abashed.

Sparda, Vergil’s father, The Legendary Dark Knight was kneeling in front of you. His hand was outstretched asking for one of your own. Curiously, you obliged putting forth one of your hands. He grabbed it and gently kissed your hand. It was clear by your expression alone you were confused and very embarrassed at such a motion; especially since, in every regard, Sparda is of a much higher “respect” than yourself.

“It gives me great pleasure to welcome you into our home,” he stood back up, “Vergil has told us much about you. You seem to keep my son on his toes, not an easy feat--I assure you.” his voice reminds you of Vergil’s, but less sharp; more smooth like Dante’s (It is truly bizarre how much the boys really are just their father split in twain), “Finally having a face to the name of Vergil’s affections is quite nice.”

You had no response--what could you say? It blindsided you how overly cordial Sparda was being: Here you thought Vergil was overly formal, especially when you first met, but his father blows that out of the water.

“Sparda, dearest,” Eva broke the silence, “Perhaps you are being a bit too formal with Vergil’s lover?”

The behemoth of a man turned to his petite wife, “Hm? Oh--” he turned back to you smiling, “Forgive me, it has been quite some time since a new person has entered our home; let alone a partner of my son's. I have not upset you, have I?”

You shook your head and sheepishly mumbled, “No, I don’t mind--just didn’t expect it.”

A loud bang came from the doorway behind Eva and Nero; Nero pivoted quickly as Eva followed.

Dante jogged following the pair, “My damned fuckin’ dog--”

Sparda laughed and shook his head; addressing both Vergil and you, “Your room is ready upstairs--it is your old bedroom. Once settled, please join us downstairs it is nearly supper time,”

“Of course. Thank you, Father.” Vergil nodded and with that Sparda headed through the door that everyone else had gone.

You followed Vergil upstairs, your bags in hand. The house was huge inside and was easy to get lost in so you made sure to stick close to your lover. Once in the room, Vergil shut the door behind you both; letting out a sigh.

“You will have to forgive Father, he is old-fashioned that way,” Vergil turned towards you making his way over.

Sitting on the edge of the neatly made bed, you looked up at your boyfriend who was now in front of you, “It’s okay--was kinda nice, if I’m honest. Reminds me of how you were when we first met.”

Vergil laughed and leaned down towards you, hugging you--rather awkwardly due to the position, “They both seem to like you very much. Do you--” he pursed his lips, “What do you think of them--if you do not mind me asking?”

A loving smile appeared on your face, “They seem very nice; you are a lot like your father. Given’--” you pushed back on him slightly so you could look into his eyes, “I am glad you aren’t so damn tall.”

Vergil rolled his eyes slightly and leaned in giving you a gentle kiss. He felt your hands wander over his body. A tug on his tie pulled him closer to the kiss; both of you pushed against each other, each kiss filled with a sweet loving feeling.

If Vergil were to die right here and now, he would die the happiest man on Earth--or in any other place that may exist. You both shared a laugh--life couldn’t get better than this.

“--Vergil?” a voice pulled him from his utopian dream state.

Brought back to reality, Vergil looked at you in confusion. You were wide awake, sitting up, grasping Vergil’s shoulder intensely.

“What-?” Vergil’s voice cracked, and that’s when he realized what had happened: he had been crying. His face was damp, his skin clammy, and his pulse was racing.

�� You removed your grip on his shoulder and firmly grabbed one of his hands, “You started moving around a lot and I got worried when you wouldn’t wake up…”

His eyes softly examined your face; you were wide-eyed and had a look of distress. He felt guilty that he woke you and made you worry, “I am alright love. It is nothing to worry about,” Vergil squeezed your hand trying to show his sincerity.

“You sure?” your thumb mindlessly began to glide over his fingers and knuckles, “I won’t push you to talk but,” the two of you tenderly locked eyes, “if you want, you can tell me Vergil--you know I am always here for you.”

A pang of sadness twinged at his heart; he knows that you mean it and yet, he was hesitant. It wasn’t the first time that something like this has happened; night terrors are nothing new for the eldest twin, however, this wasn’t a nightmare. Rather, a sad dream of what can never be.

Swallowing his fear, Vergil closed his eyes and took a slow shaky breath, “Okay,” he sat up fully and you followed suit, “It was about you-- or us-- or,” he stumbled over his thoughts slightly agitating him, “about my parents…”

Upon seeing his growing frustration; you sat close to him and intertwined your arm with his, holding his hand again.

Your touch grounded Vergil’s mind a bit, allowing him to continue, “It was about my parents… meeting you,” he felt a lump begin to form in his throat, “It is foolish, I know; however, I do wish you had met them,” Vergil forced the sad feeling back down by closing his eyes as hard as he could and letting the crown of his head hit the headboard, “They would have loved you--you would have liked them too, I feel. It-- It is a trivial thing to cry over, I know,” he opened his eyes staring at the foot of the bed his voice not much louder than a whisper, “Sorry, I did not mean to wake you.”

“Vergil,” you leaned into his shoulder, “don’t apologize--there’s no need to…” you gently placed your other hand on top of his--holding his between both, “What you’ve been through, especially with your family life, is far from normal and,” you could feel him staring down at you; however, you just continued to look at his hands, “it’s okay to cry and be upset--to mourn what you have lost. It’s okay to be sad over things like that, okay?”

You heard his breathing hitch; you knew he had started to cry again. This was the first time Vergil had ever mentioned his parents in this way--only ever telling the stories of his Father’s glory days and such. If you acknowledged it, Vergil would stop and freeze up again; so, you just gently rubbed his hand and sat with him.

A few minutes passed as your lover’s breathing calmed into a normal state. You heard him take a slow shuttering breath as he attempted to re-ground himself.

“Vergil,” your voice was meek and you pushed your head slightly harder into his shoulder, “Can- can I ask you something?”

He moved his head and placed it upon yours, “I don’t see why not.” his voice was a little hoarse but it confirmed to you that he had stopped crying.

“What were they like?”

“Who?”

“Your parents; Eva and Sparda… If you don’t want to talk about them that’s okay, I just was curious.”

He exhaled audibly through his nose and smiled, “They were…” he leaned his cheek on the top of your head and looked down at your hands, “They were complete opposites and, yet, they were seemingly made for each other,” his voice trailed off as his hand tightened around yours, “Father and Mother did well raising Dante and me, for the eight or so years…”

You felt the sadness in Vergil’s voice; to be so young and to have no one but yourself, you couldn’t imagine the pain that he had endured--not to mention everything else that had happened.

Vergil continued, “Father was similar to Dante; however, he was more mature and less brain-dead.”

You tried to hold back a chortle at the sudden jab at Dante but were unable to.

“It is semi-ironic,” Vergil stopped leaning on your head as he sat back up straight, “Dante is like our Father: and V was much like my mother.”

Sensing Vergil’s mood beginning to shift to a lighter one, you raised a brow, “So… Eva was an emo poet?”

Vergil looked over at you and scrunched his face in thought, “Perhaps, in some regard; she did marry and start a family with a devil. However,” your eyes met his own, “she was very much a gentle soul with a burning fire behind her convictions in life… and she also liked cats.”

You laughed but stopped upon seeing Vergil’s emotionless expression, “What?”

“When explaining it like that,” he broke eye contact and looked down as a ghost of a smile tugged at his lips, “I suppose you have met both of them, in some regard.”

“And I enjoyed interacting with both; although,” you took one hand and set it on his cheek, “if that’s how you’d describe your Mother--I think all of you fit that description just fine. You are a very gentle and kind man; well, at least to me anyway.”

Vergil let out a breath of amusement and leaned into your hand, looking you in the eyes, “Only for you, my love…” he kissed your palm meekly and whispered into it, “Maybe I am more like my parents than I thought.”

You giggled in response--and at the feeling of him slightly tickling your palm with his breath. His eyes moved to yours again: they were filled with a coy-loving softness that he only could or would allow you to see.

Vergil and you exchanged sweet nothings as you slowly laid back down for the night. Deep down he knew that you were the right choice; he may not believe in fate or soul mates but you make him want to. Vergil held you as tightly and as close as he could as he drifted back to sleep knowing that he will never be alone again.

ENDING NOTES: Won't lie--I had a hard time finding how to end this, so sorry if it is kind of abrupt lol 🌻🌻🌻 The next story I have (almost) done is going to be another Vergil sappy story thing… So stay tuned for that! (It's a doozy) 🌻🌻🌻 Figured maybe I should share this here since I haven't posted much. Hope y'all like it! Please let me know if you have any thoughts or comments; I am still relatively new to Tumblr so I am still getting a grasp on things lol

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hii don’t want to overwhelm you but if your free i was thinking my bitter half? i’m VERY invested.

My Better Bitter Half, Part 5

“Visions? Past or present?”

(Y/n) stood across his sister that night, both their arms folded against each other as they stand on the balcony.

“Sometimes both, I can’t particularly comprehend what these mean, besides bad omens.” Wednesday said, and (Y/n) furrows his eyebrows.

“These visions, they’re brought upon by anything specific?”

“No, the slightest touch brings these visions upon me.” Wednesday replies, you lean forward a bit, and gently poke her forhead, she stares daggers at you. Almost like a snake ready to strike.

“Nothing?” You ask.

“…No.” She replies almost in a growl from your poking.

“I was just checking.” You protest, your attitude quickly softens and you look at her.

“But seriously, if these visions cause you any pain or discomfort, I’ll do what I can to alleviate them.” You say, Wednesdays eyes darted from down to up at yours, a bit uncomfortable by your kindness.

“..Thank you, (Y/n).” She responds and you smile, eventually you lean against the balcony and ponder.

“The man who died in that car crash this morning, you knew because of your vision.” You say and Wednesday nods.

“I foresaw his demise. It was quite thrilling.” She says, before he can ask another question, Enid enters the room and the twins are interrupted by her spotting them and approaching, and she first notices the cello

“How the hell did you get that oversized violin out the window?” She says.

“It’s a Cello you—“ Wednesday says before she can insult Enid properly, (Y/n) interrupts, smiling a bit more seeing her.

“She had a pair of extra hands, or three.” You say, as thing crawls up your shoulder.

“Whoa. Where's the rest of him?” She asks, peering around.

“It's one of the great Addams family mysteries.” You say, “But, I should get going, let the new roommates get to know each other.” You step past your sister to leave but she quickly gets back in your way.

“Do Not leave me with her.” She says, you only smoke and gently pat her head.

“Sorry Mi Hermana, I have a life outside of you.” You step past and leave with thing, letting Wednesday awkwardly there with Enid, the two watch the night sky and the howling of wolves distract them, a conversation piece.

“Why aren't you wolfing out?” Wednesdays asks.

“Because I can't.” Enid said, and shows her nails which extend. “It's all I got. My mom says some wolves are late bloomers, but I've been to the best Lycanologist. I had to fly to Milwaukee, would you believe it? Yeah, she says there's a chance I may never... you know.” Enid said sadly, almost on the verge of tears.

“What happens then?”

“I'd become a lone wolf.”

“Sounds perfect.” Wednesdays says, much to the anger of Enid.

“Are you kidding me? My life would be officially over. I'd be kicked out of my family pack with no prospect of finding a mate!”

“I'm failing to see the problem here.”

“I could die alone.”

“We all die alone, Enid.”

“You really suck at this. Cheering people up.” Enid said, tears forming in her eyes.

“Why are you crying?” Wednesday asks..

“Because I'm upset! Haven't you ever cried, or are you above that too?” Enid sharply says, Wednesday sees the emotional turmoil Enid is in and decides to try and be helpful.

“It was the week after Halloween. I was six years old. I took my pet scorpion, Nero, out for his afternoon stroll, and we were ambushed. They wondered what kind of freak would have a scorpion for a pet. Two of them held me down and made me watch...while the others ran Nero over until...It was snowing when I buried what was left of him. I cried my little black heart out. But tears don't fix anything.

So I vowed to never do it again.” Wednesday says, Enid wipes a tear from her face.

“What did (Y/n) do?” She asks.

“He burned all of their houses down…” Wednesday responds, “As annoying, egotistical and overbearing as he is, he truly does care for me.” She said, and Enid laughs a bit.

“He really does love you, he talked a lot about you when he first came here. We had weird siblings so we bonded over it.” Enid says,Your secret's safe with me. Still think you're weird as sh¡t, though.”

“The feeling is incredibly mutual…How would you like your single room back? You just need to show me how to use your computer.”

Inside (Y/n)’s dorm, he was finishing up reading a script for a play. Before his roommate, Ajax enters.

“Duuuuuuude.” He says though his high as a kite mentality. You close the script and then turn your attention towards him.

“Yes?” You ask.

“You gotta try these brownies.”

“And melt my brain cells? No thank you.” You reply, Ajax shrugs and eats one. He sits on his bed and begins to let his mouth wander.

“So… I was hanging with Enid right?”

“Yup.” You say coldly. While your feelings for Enid were, strong, intense and you wish you could confess to the heavens your adoration, but, it’s hard. And Ajax isn’t making it any easier.

“Like she’s great and all, like super cute but how do I know she’s like, the one?” He asks you, gripping the script harder you take a deep breath and force a smile.

“Ajax, as riveting at this conversation is, I think you should have it with Enid.”

“I would but she’s away.”

“…Away where?” You ask, fearing Wednesday has “Taken care” of Enid.

“To the festival at Jericho, she went with your sister.” Ajax said. For a moment you look relieved, until you realize the open area.

“… Shit.” You quickly stand up and rush to your coat. Quickly putting it on, Ajax turns to face you, oblivious to what’s going on.

“Where are you going?” He asks.

“Jericho, I’ll catch a shuttle..” you say and storm off to find your sister before she goes off the grid.

Getting shuttled to the carnival, you step out of the vehicle and quickly scan the area. You begin to walk though lines and crowds searching, it’s easy as Wednesday, much like you stood out too much in a place full of color. Your eyes quickly scan and spot the black and white raven, who’s following Rowan into the forest. You angrily follow, pushing past the gloomy forest and eventually reach them, before you can yell, you watch Wednesday be levitated into the air. Rowan’s eyes focus so, insanely toward her.

“You're the one who's in danger.” He said.

“What are you doing?” Wednesday was able to speak though her confinement.

“Saving everyone from you. I have to kill you. Girl in the picture. That's you.”

“You want to kill me because of some picture?”

“My mother drew that picture 25 years ago when she was a student at Nevermore. She was a powerful Seer. Told me about it before she died.”

“Rowan, put her down!” You yell, he turns his attention to you running at him full force. Rowan flexed his other hand, sending you flying back into a tree, your head hits and ricochets like a ball and you hit the ground. Hard unconscious.

“No! My mother said it was my destiny to stop these two if they ever came to Nevermore, because they will destroy the school and everyone in it.” Rowan says, he prepares to kill Wednesday, (Y/n) opens his eyes and sits up, he stands and walks towards Rowan, as the power of the other Addams twin is shown. He turns around as he sees his body, lying on the ground. He turns back and walks to Rowan. Ready to suffocate Wednesday, Rowan grins, until his arm begins to shake violently. Something is stopping him, his entire body begins to convulse and stiffen up, Wednesday falls and catches her breath. She looks at Rowan, and he smirks.

“Are you alright?” “Rowan” asks her, Wednesday stands up.

“Why are you concerned for my health? You were just trying to kill me.”

“No, Rowan was, your dear brother saved you, you’re welcome.” Rowan says, as Wednesday comes to the realization who he is.

“(Y/n)”

“Guilty as Charged, now care to explain to me why you’re trying to escape now—“ you ask, suddenly you turn left to get tackled out of Rowan’s body. You hit the Spiritual ground as you hear flesh being torn, screams and echoes of pain rip though the air. After crawling back to your body you lie down, and awaken once more. You’re immediately greeted by your sister, making sure you’re you.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)?” She said, the concern in her voice was so, genuine. You sat up, holding your back, it seems slamming into that tree did more damage than you thought.

“Im here.” You say, a slight look of relief washes over her. You and Wednesdays look forward to see Rowan’s corpse, mangled and trashed with blood.

“Wednesday, what happened?” You ask, and she shows you this, page from a book. Of a witch, a pair, a Wizard and Witch together, seemingly facing an ongoing evil from what hellish land.

“…Your room.” You say, and Wednesday reluctantly agrees. The twins return back to Wednesdays dorm to analyze what information they have, the picture, and the arrest record of Their father, Gomez addams.

Suddenly, the Crystal Ball begins to cloud up, and Gomez and Morticia appear:

“Hello, my little black clouds, So tell us darling, how was your first week?” Gomez asks.

“Let's see. I narrowly avoided death twice, discovered that my father may be a murderer, learned that I could potentially destroy the school, and was mysteriously saved by a homicidal monster.” Wednesday thinks.

“As much as it pains me to admit, you were right, Mother. I think I'm going to love it here.” She says, and turns to you.

“So. No more plans to run away?”

“No brother, it seems we were destined to destroy this school… and I’d like to find out why.”

“Hm… well if it keeps you here, fine by me, let’s see what horrors this school has hidden.”

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