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abellaheart-blog · 2 years

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Heyo! Love your blog and your work!! I was wondering if I could pls request a Bucci Gang with a s/o who switches between having a cute colorful aesthetic (like a classic sweet lolita style) to just completely gothic/punk goth (I do a similar think irl lmao) I hope it isn't too many characters to ask from! ^^' ♡

Omg thank you, thank you!! 💞💕💞! I appreciate the support. I adore this request! I simply had to write it. Lolita and goth fashion look so amazing and I’m no stranger to punk fashion since my bro is one. Hope you enjoy this, your patience is much appreciated 🖤! I didn't add Trish since these were already long but I don't mind writing headcanons for her too if requested to.

Bucci gang x S/o Who Dresses in Both Sweet Lolita & Punk or Goth Styles

Bruno Bucciarati

He will admire your style for what it is, fashion. Bucciarati is quite knowledgeable about fashion and will love any of your looks

Before dating you he noticed your changes in fashion but he thought they all suited you nicely.

When you dress in sweet Lolita outfits he thinks they’re adorable. You look so cute he wants to carry you in his arms bridal style.

He’ll often compliment your Lolita outfits. For your Lolita fashion he’ll gladly take you out shopping to buy more accessories and clothing.

Your goth/punk style is pleasing to the eyes. It makes a strong statement he respects.

He compliments anything new you might wear (Goth boots, or punk accessories, etc) if you’ve got on makeup he makes an effort to compliment it as well

When you have a punk look he is sure to admire the look (especially your hair or accessories)

Your Goth look also receives compliments. He hopes he receives a lip print from you if you happen to be wearing lipstick.

When he’s shopping for you he’ll ask Abbacchio to help him

He’ll let you online shop for clothing/accessories with his card. He know it isn’t easy finding specific clothing for your style

All in all he admires it and wants to spoil you by shopping for your fashion

Giorno Giovanna

Yet another man of Fashion. He too will admire your fashion statements. He understands the time it takes for the looks you go for. He is sure to compliment you often due to this.

He doesn’t think much of you switching styles/outfits. He pays more attention to you and your well being but he makes sure to pay attention to the changes subtly. For example he’d kiss a skull ring or offer to hold your frilly umbrella for you.

He adores Lolita fashion and would like to have tea parties with you. Perhaps tea dates in his garden?

He calls you something sweet, along the lines of: dolcezza, presioza/prezioso, gorgeous, caro/cara, principessa or principe

When you’re in punk or goth fashion he makes it known he’s yours by holding your hand and not caring if your dark lip prints are on him (if you wear lipstick). He’ll often wrap his arm around you, admiring your clothing as he does so. Sometimes he’ll want to match and wear his black suits. He has a variety of them.

He’ll let you paint his nails black or help you paint them dark colors or greys if you’re into it

He will want to spoil you rotten and allow you to shop online with his card as well. Giorno will even make it so new stores are in the area for you to shop at. They’ll have punk and goth clothes for you. Sometimes he’ll let you do a shopping spree. He’ll gladly compliment any outfits you choose. Anything for his precious partner.

Giorno will notice any small effort you put into your punk or goth look. He’ll be sure to compliment you.

He calls you dark empress/emperor and kisses your hand

When he compliments you he hopes you want to make out with him in his limo in private later

He’ll use his stand to create crows and ravens for you to befriend or perhaps black kitties if you like. Whatever your heart desires.

All in all he likes your style and he’s supporting it like a good boyfriend

Narancia Ghirga

He thinks it’s awesome! You look absolutely amazing, he’s blushing.

He didn’t expect the change between your fashion at first. He didn’t recognize you at first but once you tell him he’s impressed.

“Whoa you look amazing!”

He’s going to be so bashful when you’re in your Lolita look. He can’t help it, he thinks it’s so cute.

He will call you cutie or pretty

When you’re in your punk or goth outfits he’s so impressed.

He’s carving you wooden skulls and bats in hopes of impressing you.

Narancia hopes you still want to dance with him if you’re wearing tall punk or gothic boots. He wants an opportunity to catch you and impress you.

He loves to dance with you, he won't mind what music you play

He gets bashful if you wear fishnets or corsets

If you spike your hair he’s hoping he has permission to touch it. He'll even help you with your hair

Narancia will buy you accessories or make up products

He'll do all he can to help you with your fashion: new accessories, shoes, tying corsets, placing badges or safety pins on clothes, perhaps adjusting dresses.

All in all he’s feeling lucky to be dating you and he likes how you dress

Panacotta Fugo

Fugo admires how you express yourself with your clothing. They all make such strong statements which he respects.

He didn't think much of your change in wardrobe. All he would think is how much they suit you.

He too gets bashful around you. He can't help it.

Fugo loves taking you to cafes or picnics when you're in lolita outfits. Your umbrella or outfits remind him of alice from wonderland.

He'll get extremely bashful if you include strawberries to your wardrobe since it matches his look

He also gets bashful about your punk or goth look since he thinks you look so amazing. He's secretly swooning, at least he thinks he's secretive about it.

If you ask him to adjust or fix something he'll blush about it but do it

He enjoys dancing with you. He doesn't mind any type of music you play

Fugo will take you on dates to see your favorite bands or take you to see horror movies if you're into them

He'll buy you accessories or new clothes

He'll bring you black rose bouquets

Fugo will compliment any new outfits he hasn't seen you wear yet

He's mega soft when he gets to lay his head on your lap and admire todays look

Fugo admires the way you dress, also very much supportive

Leone Abbacchio

He loves how you dress. He'll compliment a lot of your outfits or accessories.

When you wear lolita outfits he thinks you look good and might suggest a goth lolita look. Your lolita outfits are overall supported by him.

He likes when you sit on his lap and he gets to feel the material of your lolita outfits

Your goth outfits will surely make him smitten, he's complimenting you left and right.

He'll want to wear coordinating outfits. He'll gladly shop with you if you'd be into it.

Coordinating outfits or not he's still shopping with you, telling you his favorite stores and taking you to your favorites

He'll gladly help you with your makeup or hair

He'll let you do his hair and makeup as well. He'll let you pick out his outfits too

He loves when you get lips prints on each other, gives him smug smirks

Your punk look is respected by him since he understands the statement. He'll compliment it as well

He likes the spikes, badges, band t-shirts, etc. He's buying new accessories or shirts often

He also has a plethora of pet names for you: Prince/princess of the night, his little vampire, lil voodoo doll, his gomez to his mortica or vice versa.

He'll like to exchange music and listen to your playlists. He'll allow you to barrow his CD's

You two are going to raves, goth clubs, concerts, and music stores for many dates.

Abbacchio loves how you dress, out of the entire gang he's admiring it the most

Guido Mista

Mista is totally for it. He thinks you look sexy and he's telling you too

He's into all your wardrobe. He respects it and admiring them with flirting comments or eyes.

When you're in sweet lolita outfits he makes it his business to compliment you. He'll have the funniest pick up lines.

"Are you a princess/prince? Because I'm about to take you to the ball."

He will try sneaking his hands under your skirts/dresses to feel up your thighs and ass

He's calling you cutie pie or sweetheart

Your goth looks are complimented by him. He's wrapping his arm around you as he does so

He's hoping you return the admiration for fashion. He wears leather pants a cashmere sweaters

Any thing new is complimented by him. He wants to let you know how good you look today

Mistas stand also compliments you. They also help with makeup and hair

His reaction to your punk look is no different from your other wardrobe since he's complimenting it as well

Mista doesn't mind taking you on shopping sprees. He hopes he earns a kiss on the cheek or cuddles later

He'll like taking you out on dates and eagerly awaiting to see what look you're going to choose today

All in all Mista is very supportive. He is wanting to show you how much he appreciates you and your awesome taste in fashion

#thanks for sending!#bucci gang x reader #jjba headcanons #thanks for reading #gender neutral s/o #punk reader #goth reader #lolita reader #gender neutral reader #punk fashion #lolita fashion #request #goth fashion

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matcha-narancia · 2 years

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Thank you for answering so soon!

May I request some headcanons for Trish, Narancia, Bruno and Giorno with a S/O who's very shy, nerdy, and sweet at first, but that starts acting way more bubbly and sarcastic (still keeping her kind behavior!) once she feels comfortable around someone?

Bruno, Narancia, Giorno and Trish with a S/O who’s Shy and Sweet but becomes Sarcastic and Bubbly HCs

𝐀/𝐍: Hi there love, it’s no problem lol! My apologies for taking a while to get this request out, and I do hope you still enjoy it! This was actually one of my first Bucci Gag requests to include Trish, and I’m grateful I got to write for her! :)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): Some spoilers for Part 5!

Bruno Bucciarati

- Bucciarati adored you so much when you were initially shy and sweet, but when you began to show your more lively side, he adored you even more!

- He’s really glad you opened up and showed more of yourself to him once you felt more comfortable with him. To him, it shows a healthy progression of trust between you too!

- Is a bit taken aback when you first begin to act differently, but adapts very quickly to the new sides of you he gets to see. Though a bit sappy and poetic, you remind him of a flower blooming in the beginning of springtime!

- Finds your sarcastic side very amusing, especially when you interact with the other gang members. Many times has he had to stifle a laugh when you throw out a comment that leaves Narancia or even Abbacchio silent.

- Generally, a very great partner when it comes to your shift in personality! He really loved and loved to see you coming out of your shell and embracing more of yourself to him.

Narancia Ghirga

- Oh boy. You both started as a very opposites attract sort of couple, but as you began to become more energetic and bubbly, then you two began to act sort of the same! Not that Narancia’s complaining though, he loved you then and loves you now still!

- I feel like he wouldn’t be so surprised by you shifting how you act since you’re still just as lovable to him either way! He wasn’t concerned as much with your personality, more so on the moments you shared together thanks to how you acted!

- Glad you opened up and became more comfortable around him because he takes it as a sign that he’s doing a good job with the whole relationship thing! You’re more likely than not his first love, and knowing that he makes you happy and lets you be yourself makes his day!

- More inclined to find your energy more amusing. You two can do a bunch of reckless fun stuff together!

- In the end, somebody very excited by your personality shift! Will definitely let you know just how happy he is that you’re comfy around him!

Giorno Giovanna

- Alright, now you and Giorno are an example of an opposites attract couple! Though initially the same due to your shyness, Giorno was very surprised to see you become more energetic, though he of course welcomes the change!

- He finds the fact that you two initially started the same and became different to be funny. He remembers when you’d get shy to hold his hand or give him hugs, and now you throw your arms around him with the biggest grin. He can’t but feel his heart melt at your affection!

- That being said, he’s also so proud to see you coming out of your shell with him! He truly does believe that its a sign of strength within your relationship, and encourages you to show more of your true colors with him (given you’re comfortable with that, of course)!

- Also also! Given his role in Passione its likely you two have had a bit of a strange start to your relationship. Initially, he was a bit worried that your silence was a sign of discomfort or fear for the group, but when you began to grow more lively and sarcastic, Giorno was very much relieved!

- All in all, you two sort of resemble the opposites attract dynamic, though its a resemblance Giorno doesn’t mind in the slightest, and he hopes you don’t mind, too!

Trish Una

- Okay now you and Trish are an interesting case in that you both sort of became who you are now together!

- We all know Trish wasn’t too outspoken in the beginning. In fact, she rarely spoke much at all to anyone! You were in the same boat, and you two were able to relate because of this.

- However, as time went on and you two began to trust each other more, Trish began to see more of you, and you began to see more of her! By the time you’re currently together now you’re both super joyous and have that same hint of sarcasm, you make a great pair!

- Trish is also incredibly thankful because she believes you both have changed each other for the better. After her mother passed she found herself having to face a lot of the world alone, but when you came into her life she felt a lot less scared. You’ve made her grow as a person and she will let you know this time and time again!

- Extremely dedicated to you and just loves you so much. You bring her happiness and she hopes she brings you some too!

↳ 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬/𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝! ♡

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure x reader #jjba x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure vento aureo #jjba vento aureo #jojo's bizarre adventure part 5 #jjba part 5 #bruno bucciarati #bucciarati x reader #narancia ghirga #narancia x reader #giorno giovanna #giorno x reader #trish una #trish x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure headcanons #jjba headcanons #jjba imagines

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ashenpages · 3 years

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Current Projects & Emoji Voting Key

Quick disclaimer: I’m a romance writer in all aspects of the term, so most of my works will contain mature content. Engage at your own risk, you know the rules, you’re responsible for curating your own experience of the internet, blah blah blah.

This post serves as a current mock up of fic ideas I’m either actively working on or considering working on next. You can drop me an ask about any of them, or just vote via the emoji combo I’ve assigned them.

Voting lets me know you’re excited about an idea and makes it more likely I’ll actually work on it. You can vote anytime, there’re no deadlines or winner announcements, just me gauging your interest by what I see in my ask box most often.

You can also ask me about the original stuff I’m working on currently. The current WIPs are Medusa centric and the emoji for them is: 🐍

Support my original work on Ko-fi and Patreon.

- Lupin: 🤑🤠💍 These are all oneshot ideas, between 5-15K each. If you want to vote for a specific idea, send me the emojis and the number of the idea.

Born from the idea that Goemon and Zenigata probably couldn’t be an item, my brain decided to come up with how I could write for them. Goemon’s teaching an ikebana class as part of his training, and Zenigata shows up as a student on forced recreational leave for his health from the ICPO. Zenigata wins the samurai’s heart through flowers. But what happens when Lupin and Jigen find out? (Only good sexy things, I promise. These beans are in a healthy polycule--be gay, do crimes) (WIP)

Jigen/Lupin, but it's Jigen deciding to seduce Lupin while wearing his own Lupin disguise. The thief is waaaaay too into it, and some artistry is taken with the sex so that they don't mess up the disguise too much during their encoutner.

Jigen/Zenigata/Lupin where Jigen has some fantasices about Zenigata, but is pretty sure they'll never happen. Tells Lupin about them. Suddenly the fantasies are coming true, in the middle of a heist, and Jigen doesn't what to do except get swept up in the moment and enjoy. Plot twist, it's Lupin dressed up as Zenigata granting all his gunman's dreams. Plot twist again, Zenigata catches them at it.

Zenigata/Lupin, where Lupin keeps doing good things in illegal ways and Pops has to find a way to punish him for it. Good thing for Pops Lupin's a masochist?

Trans!Lupin and Trans!Jigen premise: Jigen cares for Lupin after the master thief has top surgery, since Jigen has Been There and Done That. Caring, sweet, and a little sexy. Lupin is a much better patient than Jigen.

The one time Zenigata caught Lupin in an alley and kissed him and it was Jigen in disguise. Things get sexy anyway, and Zenigata has crushes on two thieves now. Lupin and Jigen "kidnap" him later for an evening of taking care of their inspector.

The background plot of Jigen's Gravestone where we see Jigen think he's done for and try to leave Lupin. Our thief has none of it, and we get to relish in the inherent eroticism of Lupin sitting in sniper fire, knowing Jigen's got his back. This is the moment I think Jigen finally believes he can be with Lupin forever.

I love the idea of something longer and more plot driven like a Lupin special where Lupin ends up in hot water and Jigen and Fujiko have to work together to save him. Jigen and Fujiko have such an interesting relationship. They're both partners of Lupin, they don't really like each other, they constantly screw the other over, but when it really matters they take care of each other. I'd like to see that highlighted a little more and also give them space to call each other out and bicker. Nothing sexy between them, but maybe a really interesting threesome with Lupin and Fujiko in a strap on once they save their boy.

- Sonic Vampire Novelist Coffee Shop AU: 📚☕💐

Shadow is an immortal vampire who has seen the world change for the worse too many times. These days it feels like he only lives for his coffee dates with Rouge, another immortal who loves each new era they encounter, warts and all. He has to admit that the book series she got him into speaks to him, at least. If someone in this era can understand him without meeting him, it can’t all be bad. But he hardly expected the goofy blue barista at the new coffee place to understand him the way those books do.

This is a novel length romcom romp with some big feelings about what it means to watch as things change, grow, and die. Expect lots of Big gothic feelings from this one, emotionally charged kissing, and overly-adoring sex. But also expect shenanigans from everyone in the coffee shop, which include Rouge, Amy, Tails, Knuckles, Cream, and more.

- Sonic Blazamy, "Like the Sun": 💖🌸💎

Amy Rose has been in love with Sonic for a while.

Or has she?

When the Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Shadow, and Silver are trapped as the fuel sources for Doctor Eggman’s newest evil scheme, Amy teams up with Blaze, Rouge, and Cream to save them. With Sonic out of the picture and Amy fulfilling his role, was she ever really in love with him? Or did she just want to be like him?

This is a novel length epic romance with lots of competent women and lots of romantic Blazamy content. Expect flowery hopes and dreams, badass self-actualization, and glancing hand touches that give way to cuddly and sweet sex.

- Persona 5: 🗡🍛☕

After bringing down the Metaverse twice, Ryuji didn’t think graduating high school and figuring out what to do with his life would be so hard. Akira’s back in town, and the gang’s more-or-less all in Tokyo, but everyone else seems to have a plan while Ryuji just floats. How’s he supposed to change the world when he’s not a phantom thief anymore?

This is a novel length fic that addresses how powerless one can feel being just one person in the face of all the corrupted systems and bigotry the world has to offer. It’s about holding on to what you believe in, working through the doubt, and fighting your way to a better tomorrow with the power you do have. The whole gang is queer, featured relationships being Mako x Ann, Ryuji x Akira, Futaba & Yusuke as platonic life partners. Akira is polyamorous and omnisexual, Futaba’s asexual and aromantic while Yusuke is demisexual and very romantic, Makoto’s a lesbian, Ann and Ryuji are bi, and Haru’s pansexual, demisexual, and aromantic. They’re one giant band of queer Phantom Thieves, and even if they’re not really doing the Metaverse thing anymore, they’re still gonna save the world!

Also, I’m gonna make Makoto not a cop. That super didn’t age well. Zenkichi and his boss can work on making them better/abolishing them for other better organizations.

- Hades Game: ❤️‍🔥💀

Oneshot. I just really need to elaborate on the threesome you can have with them in-game, okay? Healthy and canon poly relationships are so few and far between, so often I have to do a ton of groundwork to explain why it’s working in the fic, but NOT WITH THESE KIDS!

Get ready for Meg helping Zag and Than be better at expressing their feelings, lots of kissing, and probably pegging.

- Castlevania Animation Trevor/Sypha/Alucard: 🧛🏰🛌

Castlevania gave Alucard a threesome last season, and I just really need S4 to give me him being taken care of by his partners. They’re probably not going to give it to me, so I’ll need to do it myself. This is just an everybody loves Alucard oneshot, with the gang’s signature banter (to an extent), Sypha being sexy, and Trever being remarkably sincere. This fic is gonna feel like that Ann Hathaway picture with Trevor kissing Alucard and Sypha holding the end of Trevor’s whip while she leans her head on Alucard’s shoulder adoringly.

- Devil May Cry Nico/Lady/Trish: 💋✨😈

Nico’s gay, okay? Like really, really gay. And Lady’s bi and not into men who make her pay bills, but very into women who make amazing guns for her and demonesses with hearts who fight by her side. Trish is ace, but loves people and is pretty attached to Lady at this point. Plus it’s cute when Lady blushes and says nice things like they’re insults. I don’t have super solid ideas for them yet, and I envision these more like a polycule where Lady’s with Nico and with Trish but they’re not with each other more than seeing it as a threesome, but who knows what might happen. This is probably 1-2 oneshots depending on ideas, but might turn into a series of oneshots if people are interested (or I can’t control myself and inspiration strikes).

- Post FMA:B Blind Roy & No Alchemy Ed: 👀👑🙏

This is actually an old novel-length fic I wrote ages ago and didn’t post that didn’t turn out well because I was new to writing sex when I first wrote it. The plot is good, and is all about Roy learning to work with his blindness to reclaim his ambition of being Fuhrer and changing the system to something that actually cares for its people. He and Ed reconnect, fall into bed, and both set about working through their respective traumas about being “useless” having lost their sight/alchemy. They go to Xing as an ambassadorial party to offer Amestris’s collaboration on Al and May’s Alkahestry experiments--and uncover a plot that might threaten both kingdoms.

- Age of Calamity continuity Mipha x Revali: 🦚🐟💘

The first time Revali noticed Mipha, it was in the heat of battle. She stole his mark, taking them down with a flurry of quick blows from her spear. Violence rained from her like water--and then she healed him on her way to her next battle. No questions, no conditions, just pure kindness. The usual need to measure himself against those around him was quiet in her wake. And Revali couldn’t understand it. But how to get to know more about her? A fish and bird may fall in love, but where would they live?

This fic could be a oneshot or novel length depending on how far down the hole I fall. I need it to cover time, but it could be done in linked vignettes or with actually covering events in detail. I may elect to do a oneshot just to get it done and out of my system faster. So much fic to write, so little time.

Expect trans!Revali, polyamorous Zoras, scary competent Mipha, songbird Revali, love confessions that are made up entirely of berating Link for not loving Mipha the way she wants him to, and breaking these characters a little outside of their assigned roles in BotW and Age of Calamity. Background Link x Zelda, and Urbosa x Zelda’s Mom.

- Epic desert romance about Urbosa and Zelda’s mom: 🏜🏝⚡

I just think Urbosa should kiss women and Zelda’s mom should get more development and maybe a name or something. Also, lightning imagery/metaphors/play.

It also went way over my head that Riju wasn’t Urbosa’s daughter the first time I played BotW, so now I want to write about the Gerudo queen who refused to produce an heir. The Gerudo are fascinating and have a very interesting cutlure, but I think it could be examined from a nonbinary perspective that rejected pregnancy and wanting to find a husband. Not in like a hateful way, but in a way that examines if that’s really right for everyone. There’s that shop in town that sells Voe armor, after all. Maybe finding a husband and having children isn’t something you have to do if you don’t want to. And Urbosa really doesn’t want to.

#age of calamity #Devil May Cry #RoyEd #Castlevania #Breath of the Wild #Hades Game #Sonic the Hedgehog #Lupin III #Persona 5

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trishcausey · 3 years

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wildehopps-rasps · 4 years

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I'm sure that all of us hold dear events in our lives. Moments from the past that brings us peace, laughter or any other form of happiness. If you would ask me now, I will say, without a doubt that that day holds the highest spot within mine...!

I lost the count of how many times I fixed my tie. It wasn't like the mirror was going to show me anything different from the first twenty times. The truth was that even though I had baked so many treats for a ceremony of this kind, I never attended to one myself...

How I wished papa and mama would have been there to tell me everything was going to be alright. One look at their smiles from the picture on the wall gave the confidence I was looking for!

"You look fine. Let's go." Finnick's words also helped!

Even after securing the order on the back of his van I dared to ask if he didn't prefer for us to go in my car. He said he wouldn't trust me behind the wheel on my current state. I was indeed nervous, so I took his words once again and we were on our way!

The air stroke my fur in such a way it took me back to where it all began. Or at least near it. I can't really point the exact moment. Maybe after Nick returned from the police academy or at the concert Gazelle offered for the whole city!

Either it occurred way before or later on, I must confess I was secretly expecting it! From their very first day as partners, when they told me about that "hundred yard dash" sloth. Who knew they could actually be that fast!

Ever since, they shared so many of their adventures together. Like that time Chief Bogo disappeared! Thank goodness he was alright. And I can't deny every time I felt something. It was a familiar feeling that it only became stronger with each one of their visits!

A bond I thought I was never going to see again. Not after mama and papa...

I never felt so good about being wrong in my entire life! And with as much excitement I baked that cake! Aiming to mix not only those different yet well known flavors, but all those feelings as well!

Same cake that was on the back of a van on its way to deliver it! Finnick was rather quiet however, and that would only meant one thing. He was as nervous as I was, he was just better at hiding it!

It actually surprised me when I was told he was the one that was going to help me. I mean, I like to think we are friends, we just don't see each other that much. After all we met under "peculiar" circumstances. Let's just say I like him better on a black suit than on the elephant one!

It's always a funny story that never fails to make him smile, and that time wasn't the exception! Which was another wonderful thing about the union we were about to celebrate. Even being as different as we are, our friends never failed to bring together the best of two worlds!

Once we reached our destination, Finnick disappeared among all the mammals gathered there, saying he needed to check on 'someone'. I didn't mind since I was able to set up everything with the help of a certain bunny couple!

I think Mr. Hopps was as nervous as me. Luckily, Mrs. Hopps was there to calm him down like always. I still remember the day I met them at that fair I was invited to in Bunnyburrow. You should have seen their expressions when they found out about their daughter's relationship!

It wasn't easy, but they accepted it eventually, recognizing that Judy's choices have opened their eyes more than once in the past! They knew better than mistrusting her by now! Just like when they started to work with Gideon!

A lovely acquaintance from Judy's childhood that struggles as much as me with the youngsters of her family whenever they start to ask if we are a couple because we are both bakers. They are adorable!

I do wish he was able to be there and experienced with his own eyes what we all saw. The moment the Hopps welcomed a fox to be part of their already big family...!

The ceremony was a success! And I was glad that my tears weren't the only ones shared when they both looked at each other in that heart melting way...!

I was as nervous as excited when they cut the cake. Gladly, I was embraced by the joy of everyone around me! Judy's parents, Nick's mom, even Finnick was smiling! And many others!

They both were soon congratulated by all of their fellow officers. The chief included and of course Benji as well! Although, he might have been more excited about the cake! He's the sweetness thing!

I didn't want to keep him waiting, but I was already quite busy delivering all of the extra treats to every member of the Hopps family. Fortunately, a single scene turned my exhaustion into happiness...!

Truth is it never ceases to amaze me how well Mrs. Wilde and Judy got along from the very first time they met! Unlike the Hopps, I guess the two of them have more things in common besides being rather fond of a certain fox.

And there they were, exchanging smiles, laughs and hugs as if they knew each other since forever! You may think that I cried after that, and you won't be mistaken, but how could I not? After all I never saw Mrs. Wilde as proud of her son as when he became a police officer...

After enduring the unthinkable and overcoming so many obstacles and still being able to smile at each other as big as ever, I think that's the same feeling that runs through my body. So proud!

And I believe I made it quite clear when I ran to them before Judy threw the bouquet! I couldn't help myself! These two have taught me so much already! Just like mama and papa. Whether we want to believe it or not, the impossible happens all the time...

I could never say that is an easy task, but as long as you hold close those who bring you happiness and never give up on what you love, the road is surely to be easier to walk on. And that's how much they have inspired me!

Who knows what the future has in store for me?

No one really, but at least I know where I want to be! After all, a good friend once told me: "The change starts with you."

Never stop working to fulfil your dreams, no matter what anyone tells you. "Never let them see that they get you." As another wise friend said.

Now the day is about to be over, but I was visited by a certain couple with what possibly be their biggest adventure yet!

I can't barely contain my joy! However, I must admit, that now I want to be the one that lives those adventures instead of just telling the stories...

Maybe one day I'll find my soulmate as well and then I'll have a new tale to tell! But for the time being, I wish to Judy, Nick, and all of you the best of luck...!

Until next time, loves! If you happen to feel down one day, remember that the Flour Palace will always be there for you...!

After all...

"Everyone deserves a bit of sugar on their day..."

Notes:

So we reached the conclusion of this little story. I did cover the events of the whole movie. however since I published it as a "WildeHopps" story a bit of imagination was needed for the last chapter and epilogue! ^///^

Thank you so much for coming along on this little adventure! And special thanks to the artists! Until next time, loves! :3

Art by:

Skeletonguys-and-ragdolls / SkellyDoll

http://skeletonguys-and-ragdolls.tumblr.com

Softlight289

http://softlight289.tumblr.com

Trashasaurusrex / Trish

http://trashasaurusrex.tumblr.com

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abbacchiosbelt · 5 years

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I have baby fever real bad right now and these jojo blogs are making it worse, smh! Headcanons for Buccellati’s gang welcoming their newborn baby, please?

babies!! babies!! as always, minor characters are aged up. (♡˙︶˙♡)

Bruno has been beyond excited ever since you told him you werepregnant. His greatest dream was to live a simple life in the beautifulcountryside with a family… and now, some of that dream is coming true! He’sbeen the picture of a perfect husband (not that he already wasn’t) yourwhole pregnancy, and he’s ready for any possible scenario. When your baby girlcomes, though, Bruno is at a loss for words with happy tears streaming down hisface. He cradles her gently and brushes her soft black hair back with hisfingers – she’s a perfect mix of her parents.

Bruno is going to make sure you don’t lift a finger until you’reproperly recovered. He doesn’t want you to miss out on bonding time, though, sohe brings your baby girl to you when it’s time for feedings, or just so thatthe two of you can spend time together. He loves to lay with his girls, holdingyou tight while you hold your daughter.

When you’re sleeping, Bruno takes a million pictures of your daughter,so you don’t miss anything. He also sends them regularly to a group chat withthe rest of the gang – Narancia, Mista, and Trish always respond enthusiastically.Abbacchio and Fugo say she’s cute, and Giorno sends emojis expressing hisemotions. They’re always cute flowers and happy faces.

Trish and Giorno bought the baby a ton of designer baby outfits –including a custom-made onesie to look like Bruno’s favorite suit. Bruno putsit on her all the time because it’s adorable.

His favorite part of the day is sunset, when his family sits onthe patio. You hold your daughter while she sleeps or nurses in a rocking chair,and Bruno sits next to you with your hand in his. He can’t believe that this ishis life now. He has a little twinkle in his eye when he looks at the two of you,imagining how nice it might be while the two of you sit on the porch and watchyour children run down the beach…

Abbacchio is simultaneously terrified and ecstatic. He’ddo anything for you and his unborn son, but hell, he’s messed up so many timesthat he’s worried he won’t get this right either. Just assure him you’re inthis together, and it will help him calm down. When he holds his new son in hisarms, Abbacchio feels a softening in his heart similar to the first time he metyou. His son has the same eyes as him.

He doesn’t sleep much anyways, so he’salways up to take your son for night duty. If you can’t sleep, though, he lovesyour company while the two of you calm your son. He likes to hear assurancefrom you that he’s doing it right. Despite his insecurities, he’s a great newdaddy. Your son is charmed by his silvery hair and lipstick.

He spends a lot of time in the firstweeks listening to music with the baby. All the books recommended just survivingthe first few weeks, so he listens to the same opera on vinyl that he and youused to dance to whilst you were pregnant. Your son would always kick inexcitement when Abbacchio turned on Monteverdi.

He doesn’t do baby talk, so sometimesyou find him saying really funny and blunt things to your son. He tones hisvoice down, of course, but he’ll make snarky remarks about other people whilereassuring your son that he and his Mommy are much better. Call him out and he’llblush, just a little.

He’s amazed by how naturally it allseems to come to you, and how easily he’s fallen into family life. He’s notsure if he wants another child because he’s so in love with you and his new son.

Mista is already a Dad to the Sex Pistols,but having a human baby is a whole new deal! He cried out of happiness when youtold him you were pregnant, and then cried again out of happiness and stresswhen you told him you were pregnant with twins. He’s always wanted a big family,but it’s a lot to deal with! Still, he gets himself put back together and isthe sweetest husband you could ever ask for. He’s always talking to your bellyand placing kisses on it before bed. At the hospital, he’s a little freaked outwhen you go into labor. Once his twin daughters are placed in your arms,though, he bawls. He loves them so much, and they both have his curlybrown hair that he hides under his hat.

Mista and you are in for a wild, butrewarding, time. The girls are just as excitable as their father, and both ofyou find yourselves up super late at night taking care of them. It’s stressful,but Mista never lets it show and showers you with compliments about what aperfect Mommy you are for the girls. His ‘ladies’ are his highest priority, andhe tells everyone in the group chat about how great all of you are.

Absolutely texts Bruno for advice –and to a lesser extent, Trish. He doesn’t want to do anything wrong, but bothof them happily come over to help out when you and Mista are at your wits end.The babies love both of them, though they pull at Trish’s pink hair and Bruno’szippers.

Mista pretends to make the girls haveconversations with each other to make you laugh – although his eyes go widewhen they start grabbing at the Sex Pistols. They can see them?! The SexPistols love the babies, but they have to be careful or the girls chew on them.

Mista had a list of dad jokes plannedfrom the start, so expect your husband to rattle them off as soon as he can. Helikes to hold the babies and tell them the jokes, seeing if they’ll giggle atall.

He’s completely head over heels for thegirls and you. He couldn’t have asked for anything more – and he’s kind ofready for more kids already!

Narancia never thought he’d get to live out his dreamof having a family, so he runs outside and screams in excitement when you tell himyou’re pregnant. He’s so excited that he can barely handle it, and hedrops to his knees after coming back inside and plants kisses all over yourvery tiny baby bump, promising to be the best Daddy this side of Naples. Heinvites everyone to the hospital. He lets you squeeze his hand as tight as youwant, but he’s afraid you might break it at one point. When his son emerges,same purple eyes, Narancia cries out of happiness and plants kisses on you andhis new son.

Rivals Mista in his enthusiasm over hisson and wife – he just loves the two of you so much, and he’ll protect andcherish you with everything he has in him. He’s still goofy and a little immature,but he does his best to help you out. He always puts his son in cute outfits tomatch his.

When it’s okay for your son to go out,he enthusiastically shows the both of you off to strangers. Anyone passing bywill be subjected to ‘look at my beautiful wife and son’ if they look in thebaby carriage. He just can’t contain his love for you and the baby! He’s alsovery overprotective and watches other people like a hawk when he’s out with hisfamily.

He falls asleep with his son on hischest a lot, one arm holding him close. Take pictures, because he loves to seethem!

He’s very proud that he can read to hisson, even if they’re simpler books to start with. His son may not understandyet, but the joy Narancia gets out of reading to him is unrivaled.

Fugo is quiet in his reaction – he’s excited, butscared. He doesn’t want to be like his parents, and he doesn’t want to hurt youor his unborn child with his anger issues. Still, he can’t deny the happinessin his heart when he sees your growing bump. He’s so excited to start a familywith you, the love of his life. When his new son is born, Fugo is silent withawe. He cries a few tears, but he’s mostly concerned with how you and the babyare doing. He’s read a lot of material about pregnancy, birth, andchild-rearing. The first time his son is placed in his arms, though, he forgetseverything and focuses on the feeling of warmth blooming in his chest.

Fugo has a schedule set up, althoughhe quickly finds out that newborns don’t really adhere to schedules… Still, hehappily offers to help whenever you need it, and wordlessly wakes up at nightto calm your son if he’s crying.

He’s delighted when Narancia sends hima strawberry hat for the baby – he takes a bunch of pictures of the three ofyou in your matching strawberry outfits/accessories. It’s extremelycute, and everyone gets a printout to frame the picture. Fugo has never lookedso domestic!

Fugo loves to cuddle up with you andthe baby and listen to classical music or read to the two of you. He won’t everpressure his son like his parents did to him, but he sees no problem with doingthings that are said to help babies with intelligence at an early age.

Giorno, much like Fugo, is silent in his excitement.He never expected to have a loving partner, let alone a family… and he doesn’t haveany experience living in a proper and nurturing family. He trusts you to helphim, but he’s worried about messing things up. Still, he loves you immenselyand loves his unborn daughter from the second he finds out you’re pregnant. He’salso worried for your safety. For the birth, Giorno buys out an entire hospitaland ensures the best and most private staff will cater to you. Everyone isthere for support, but it’s only you and Giorno present for the birth. Giornolets you hold his hand on one side and GER’s hand on the other. He’s amazed atthe sight of his new daughter – he’s thrumming with nervous excitement andstarts to feel anxious about her being handled by the staff. Once she’s placedin your arms, he calms down and gazes at the both of you with pure adoration.

He’s extra careful with his new family’ssafety and privacy. Even though the Don can’t afford to take time away fromPassione, Giorno does because his family comes first now. He adores spendingtime laying with you and his new daughter, simply observing.

His daughter has the same birthmark onher shoulder as he does – but he’s not surprised by her dark brown hair sosimilar to his natural color. She’s a quiet baby and very observant, much likehe was. Unlike his upbringing, Giorno showers her with affection and love. He’salways holding her if you’re not – there’s not a second that goes by that she’snot being held, unless she’s asleep.

Giorno uses GER to make little flowersfor your daughter. He loves when her little face lights up! When he’s at home,he holds her in the crook of his arm whilst he does paperwork before he comesto cuddle you and spend time with his girls.

#jjba headcanons #vento aureo #bruno buccellati #leone abbacchio #guido mista #narancia ghirga #pannacotta fugo #giorno giovanna #babystuff #reader insert #pregnancy content #Anonymous #my writing

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noona-clock · 5 years

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Untitled - Part 2

Genre: AU/Fluff

Pairing: Junmyeon x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 | Word Count: 3,031

“I’m sorry, what?!” you chuckled in very strong disbelief. There was no way you had heard that correctly.

Because Trish had just called you on your lunch break and told you that Junmyeon had loved you.

“Okay, sorry, bad choice of words,” Trish laughed. “He said he loved your date.”

“But he didn’t even ask for my number! He didn’t say he wanted to see me again! He got all quiet and weird and awkward at the end!”

“Jongdae told me that he just got nervous and panicked!”

...Someone who had over twenty thousand followers on Instagram, someone who regularly filmed himself and uploaded to YouTube got nervous? And panicked? Around you?

“But he also thinks you didn’t like him, so I told him I would find out,” Trish stated.

Oh, dear. So, apparently, your first date had just been a flop all around.

Lovely.

“No, no, I --” but you cut yourself off before you could answer.

I mean... did you like him?

If you forgot about the very end when you thought he had been trying to get rid of you... then...

“I mean, he was really cute. And nice. I don’t know if I would say like just yet, but... I would be willing to give it another shot.”

“Okay, good,” Trish said quickly. “Because I already gave him your number.”

“Trish!”

“Have fun on your second date! Bye!”

And she hung up before you could reply.

You were in the middle of letting out a dismayed sigh when your phone buzzed. You jumped a little because you’d just hung up with Trish; you weren’t expecting a notification!

But also you realized it was time for you to head back upstairs to your home office. Even though you were a writer and you made your own schedule, you found it was much easier to only allot yourself one hour for lunch, just like a regular office job would. It kept you on track and prevented you from procrastinating the rest of the afternoon.

As you approached your staircase, you realized you’d looked at your phone for a reason: a text message had arrived from an unknown number.

...It couldn’t be.

Could it?

Trish had just told you she’d given Junmyeon your number, so it couldn’t possibly be him texting you already.

Right?

But, lo and behold, when you slid the notification and read the message...

You couldn’t help it.

His message made you let out a soft breath of a chuckle, and you immediately started typing back your reply.

If he wasn’t going to wait at least 24 hours to contact you, you weren’t going to wait either. You’d never enjoyed playing those kinds of games, anyway.

You figured you might as well be straightforward. You didn’t have a ton of dating experience, but you did know it was better to be honest from the get-go.

After pressing send and seeing the message had been delivered, you began to make your way upstairs. When you arrived at your second floor, Junmyeon had already replied.

Okay, the fact that he used the word ‘buffoon’ amused you to no end. You hadn’t heard anyone use that word in ages.

Maybe Jongdae was right. Maybe Junmyeon was kind of... lame.

But, like, in a good way.

In a way that you were most definitely attracted to.

But also he had just called you smart and beautiful and funny.

Was it getting warm up here, or was your air conditioner broken?

You headed into your home office, plopping down in your desk chair and curling one leg up underneath you. After sending back a bashful emoji in response to his compliments... you decided to go for the straightforward approach one more time.

Well, okay then! You’d started the day thinking your blind date had not been interested in you at all, and now you were going to end the day with a second date.

Not bad for a Monday.

Of course, that meant you could just barely concentrate on your work for the rest of the day.

...And the rest of the week.

Whoops!

You and Junmyeon didn’t message each other constantly during the days leading up to your date, but you did have a few conversations here and there. You decided where and when to eat, you asked a few of the deeper kind of ‘get to know you’ questions, and Junmyeon even shared his Instagram and YouTube handles with you (you decided not to tell him you’d already looked -- at least at his Instagram).

By the time Friday evening arrived, you’d barely written three pages of your current book... but you’d watched about fifty of Junmyeon’s travel vlogs.

You were somewhat surprised to find he didn’t seem much different in his videos than he did in real life. Granted, you’d only seen him once in real life, and he had apparently been so nervous that he had acted more strangely than he usually did. But he was still cute and sweet and cheesily hilarious as he showed everyone all the fun things you could do at a destination.

Of course, you watched his latest vlogs from France, letting out wistful sighs the whole time because you were so jealous and wanted to visit. And, to be honest, you wouldn’t be opposed to visiting with Junmyeon... he seemed like a pretty fun travel partner, although you probably wouldn’t want to be on camera all the time. You wondered if it was difficult to truly enjoy yourself if you were almost constantly filming. Junmyeon certainly seemed like he had a good time everywhere he went, and he had started his channel almost two years ago, so... apparently, he didn’t mind it all that much!

Junmyeon had suggested a nice -- but not too nice -- restaurant in one of the more hip neighborhoods of the city. It was small and quaint and adorable and used mostly local ingredients and was perfect for Instagram -- no wonder he’d chosen it. You’d never been there, but you’d researched the menu extensively before leaving the house, and everything on it sounded more than delicious.

Just as it had before your first date, your heart was racing as you walked up to the restaurant at 5:58pm, exactly two minutes before your set meeting time.

Unlike your first date, though, Junmyeon was already standing there waiting for you. A smile lit up his face when he saw you approaching, and that racing heart of yours skipped just a few beats.

Okay, seeing him in person after watching his vlogs for the past few days was... kind of weird. And it made you super nervous! It felt like you knew him better than you actually did.

“Hey!” he greeted enthusiastically, lifting up a hand and waving at you.

“Hello,” you replied a bit breathlessly. You could feel a very bashful grin tugging at your lips, and you clutched at the strap of your bag somewhat awkwardly.

“You look great,” he said as he moved to slide his hands in his pockets.

Oh, god, his smile was so adorable. Almost too adorable to handle!

“Thanks,” you chuckled shyly. “So do you.”

Because, of course, he did. You hadn’t admitted it to yourself, but when you’d thought Junmyeon didn’t like you, you’d been a little disappointed because the guy was just so good-looking.

A very shallow thought, yes, but... oh well!

“Are you hungry?” he asked with raised eyebrows, gesturing toward the entrance.

You opened your mouth to tell him that, yes, you were incredibly hungry, but your stomach audibly rumbled before you had the chance.

...Seriously?

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’” Junmyeon chortled, his smile widening and getting only more adorable.

Your cheeks burned, and you actively avoided his gaze as he moved to open the door for you. Once you stepped inside, the hostess pulled a couple of menus and led the two of you to a small table by a window.

Junmyeon scurried in front of you, pulling out the chair for you and murmuring a “here you go.”

“Oh, thank you,” you said softly as you sat down. Your gaze caught sight of the hostess as you put your bag down, and you saw she was smirking ever so slightly. It was probably far too obvious the two of you were on a date, and you figured that part of working at a restaurant must be fairly amusing.

As soon as Junmyeon took the seat across from you, the hostess handed you both a menu. “Your server will be right with you.”

“Thanks,” Junmyeon replied, shooting her a quick grin before shifting his gaze to the menu.

“This place is so pretty,” you observed as you took in your surroundings. The lighting was just slightly dim, casting a warm light over the rustic tables and chairs and creating a super intimate atmosphere. “Have you been here before?”

“Just once,” he answered, lowering his menu so he could look at you. “I took my mom here when she came to visit -- oh, wow, that sounds kind of weird, taking you to the same place I took my mom. I’m not -- I mean, I just --”

“It’s flattering,” you interrupted with a cheeky grin. “If it’s good enough for your mom, I’m sure it’s amazing.”

Junmyeon let out a visible sigh of relief, and it took everything in you not to giggle out loud. He went back to looking at his menu, but you noticed he rolled his eyes a little at himself.

“What did you order when you came?” you asked, hoping to ease his awkwardness just a little.

“Ah, I got the sushi platter,” he replied. “It was amazing, but I love sushi. If you don’t like it, it probably won’t be that amazing.”

“Oh, no, I love sushi,” you told him, feeling your eyes widen with excitement. “I’ll definitely have to try that.”

“Yeah?” Junmyeon asked with yet another adorable smile. “Would you maybe want to share that and a couple of appetizers?”

“It depends...” you said, holding back a playful smirk. “Which appetizers? And there are right answers.”

“Aha, my first test!” Junmyeon looked far too happy and eager, and he dramatically looked back to his menu, his eyes scanning the appetizer selections intently.

You had to stop yourself from giggling as you watched him, and you knew you needed to remember to thank Trish for making this happen. Not even just the first date, but this one, too. If she hadn’t told you he’d simply been too nervous to make it obvious he liked you, and if she hadn’t given him your phone number, you wouldn’t be here right now.

And Junmyeon wouldn’t look as adorable as he did right now.

“Okay, I got it,” he announced confidently, laying his menu down. “The dumplings and the crab tempura.”

To be honest, you would’ve been fine with any of the appetizers; you’d just wanted to make things entertaining. And you also wanted to be able to boost his ego a little when you told him he had picked the right ones.

“Bingo,” you grinned.

As you saw the server approaching out of the corner of your eye... you knew the real first test was coming up.

Would he let you order your own drink or would he try to order for you? It always irked you when dates tried to order for you, like you weren’t capable of telling someone what you wanted to eat and drink...

“Evening, guys,” a tall, somewhat lanky guy asked with a friendly smile as he stopped by the edge of your table. “What can I get you to drink?”

You glanced over at Junmyeon, and you saw he was giving the go-ahead look, obviously letting you place your drink order first.

Phew. Thank goodness.

You ordered a water and a diet soda, and Junmyeon ordered a soda for himself right after.

“I think we’re ready to order food, as well,” he added.

“All right, go for it,” you server nodded.

“We’re going to share the dumplings and the crab tempura as well as the sushi platter,” he told him, pointing to each on the menu as he said them.

Once the server had jotted everything down and collected the menus, you crossed your arms on top of the table and leaned forward just a bit.

“So,” you said with a soft sigh. “You’re leaving on a trip tomorrow? Where are you going?”

“I’m headed to Guam, actually.”

“Oh, wow!” you exclaimed, raising your eyebrows slightly. “That sounds awesome, I’ve never been there.”

“No, me neither,” he told you, “I’m super excited.”

“What are your plans?”

Junmyeon filled up the time until your server arrived with your drinks, telling you about his schedule and where he was staying and how long the flight was and what the weather was like over there. You listened intently because you were genuinely interested to hear about a place you’d never been before, but also...

His face while he spoke was so cute -- like, on another level cute. It was very clear that traveling was his passion, not just his livelihood.

When the two of you started eating, Junmyeon asked about your writing and what you were working on these days. Even though you insisted your job was not exciting like his was, you still described the plot of the book you were writing. He asked about your writing process, too, and by the time you explained everything it takes to actually get a book published, your plates and glasses were long empty. You had paid the check over half an hour ago, and both of you had simply been sitting at the table, talking.

(The second real test Junmyeon had passed tonight was the fact he hadn’t argued about you paying for the meal.)

“Oh, wow, I guess we should get going,” Junmyeon murmured when he caught a glimpse of his watch.

You grabbed your bag, sliding your chair away from the table and heading out of the restaurant. You felt Junmyeon rest a gentle hand on the small of your back as you weaved through the tables, and the unexpected touch made your heart flutter around in your chest.

“How did you get here?” he asked once you were out on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant.

Oh, no. The last time you’d told him you’d taken the subway, he had replied very awkwardly and had just left you there in front of the museum.

Would the same thing happen now?

I mean, your second date had gone worlds better than your first, so probably not. But still! Maybe he didn’t trust people who took the subway, and that’s why he left so suddenly!

“I, uh... I took the subway,” you replied with an awkward chuckle, gesturing toward the station over your shoulder.

“Here, let me walk you to the station,” he offered, holding his arm out to usher you down the sidewalk.

Not for the first time that night, you let out a mental phew.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence for about a minute, and then you heard Junmyeon inhale sharply. He was obviously about to say something, so you glanced over at him.

“Listen,” he began a bit hesitantly. “I just want to apologize again for the way our first date ended.”

“Oh, no, it’s --”

“It’s not fine. To me, at least. I’m kind of... really embarrassed.”

You reached over and put a comforting, reassuring hand on his arm, patting it gently. “It’s okay, really. I think you more than made up for it tonight.”

“Yeah?” he asked hopefully, raising his eyebrows over at you.

You nodded, feeling your cheeks warm because of the look he was giving you right now.

“Well, just so we’re clear this time...” Junmyeon cleared his throat softly. “I had a really good time tonight, and I would like to continue talking to you. I would like to go out with you again when I get back.”

And now your cheeks were only getting warmer, but that was no surprise considering what he’d just said to you.

“Me too,” you replied. Your heart was fluttering so violently, that was about all you could manage to say at the moment.

The subway station was just up ahead, so you began to slow your steps. And when you reached the staircase leading down to the train, Junmyeon stopped and turned toward you.

“Have a safe trip,” you requested, nervously clasping your hands down by your stomach.

“Speaking of, what kind of souvenirs do you like?” Junmyeon asked with another one of his adorable smiles.

“Oh, you don’t need to bring me back something,” you assured him with a shake of your head.

“T-shirt? Mug? Magnet? Earrings? Necklace?”

It was obvious he would keep going until you answered his question, so you let out a soft chuckle and said, “Pens. I like pens.”

“Ah, makes sense,” he nodded. “You’re a writer.”

“That I am,” you affirmed with an amused smirk.

“All right, then. One pen for the lovely lady. I’ll let you know when I’m home? Maybe we can meet up again?”

“I’d like that,” you replied. At this point, you were pretty sure your cheeks were going to fall off your face because of both how hot they were and how much you were smiling.

Junmyeon smiled back at you, and he leaned in almost as if he were about to hug -- or kiss? -- you... but then he took a step back. “I’ll.... talk to you later, then,” he said instead.

“Yes, talk to you later,” you grinned.

“Safe trip home,” he said as he continued to take more backward steps away from the station.

“You, too!” you called out, lifting your hand in a wave.

Junmyeon waved back, and you waited until he had turned away before heading down the stairs to the train.

It was crazy how you could leave a second date with a completely different feeling than you had with the first date.

Like, completely.

Apparently, Junmyeon was just as bad on first dates as you were.

Part 3

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etlunainmorte · 4 years

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Perfect. Everything was going smoothly and according to plan.

Later after the party, Christopher would pay Salvador a huge sum of money for doing his job. Well, he should admit that, at first, it seemed so difficult. The victim, himself, didn't look that intimidating, sure, but, his pets sure did. What were they again? Ah! A glowing panther and an extremely talkative blue parrot.

Who is this V person, anyway?! An exotic pet smuggler?!

Eh, it doesn't matter now! Thought Salvador as he glanced at V's house from his own car. Stealing those vintage clothing and that necklace was a,...

"Piece of cake!" The man exclaimed as he adjusted the rear view mirror. Taking a comb from the pocket of his black leather jacket, he began fixing his already slick - looking hair. Giving his own reflection the gun fingers, he sang along to the music in his car speakers, "We're talking away, I don't know what I'm to say I'll say it, anyway. Today's another day to find you shying away. I'll be coming for your love, okay? Take on me,... TAKE ON ME - !

"WHOA!"

Not a moment too soon, Salvador found himself stumbling on the ground next to two pairs of feet. Somehow, the car door ( which was locked ) was forced open and he felt strong hands dragging him out. He looked up and saw two very irate - looking strangers. The woman had her arms crossed and the man was tapping his booted foot on the ground.

"WHO ARE YOU, PEOPLE?!" Salvador screamed as he tried to scramble away from the two strangers. However, his escape was unsuccessful when the man grabbed his jacket and yanked him off the ground. "H - HAVE MERCY ON ME, PLEASE!"

"Is this the one, Nico?" The man asked the woman, who just lit up a cigarette and began smoking.

Pointing two fingers at Salvador, the woman called Nico spoke. "That's the one. Or, unless I'm wrong and he's not the one spying on V here for almost a week!"

"Y - Y - YOU GOT THE WRONG PERSON!" Salvador pleaded, already feeling his sweat run cold and his bones weaken. He tried to pry himself loose from the man's grip but, he was just too strong! "I - I - I DON'T KNOW W - WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!"

All of a sudden, they heard an awful noise coming from the car, and a few moments later, that same talkative blue bird came into view.

"HE'S GOT IT!" The noisy bird squawked as it pointed at something with its wing. They all turned towards the direction it's pointing at and noticed that same glowing panther, the pieces of the ripped vintage clothing in its mouth, standing just next to the car.

Which means,...

The awful noise that Salvador heard earlier was the sound of his car trunk breaking!

"YOU,... FUCKING ZOO MASCOTS!" Salvador howled in anger.

It happened in a matter of seconds. Poor Salvador was about to fight back when he felt his body go numb all of a sudden. It's as if an incredible jolt of electricity ran through his system to the numerous ends of his nerves at the speed of light, making him fall to the ground, helpless and unmoving.

As a matter of fact, he really felt he should've been dead with that unprecedented attack but, miraculously, he's not.

"I can't find the necklace anywhere!" He heard another woman say. Where did that come from?!

"Let's check again!" Answered the other female, the one who smoked.

It's,... no use,... Salvador thought, his face still lying flat on the ground where he fell. B - boss,... has the w - wretched thing!

"It's not,... fucking here!" The aggravated male swore a few moments later after all that ruckus in the car.

"We should let him know." The woman who smoked said. "He's the one who originally owns it."

"I agree with you on that, Nico."

He? Salvador thought helplessly. Who the heck - ?! What now?!

Fly me to the moon,

Let me play among the stars.

Let me see what spring is like on

A - Jupiter and Mars.

In other words, hold my hand.

In other words, baby, kiss me.

Fill my heart with song and let me sing for ever more.

You are all I long for,

All I worship and adore.

In other words, please be true.

In other words, I love you.

The voice of the Frank Sinatra wannabe on the stage soared high above the romantic place as the couples, all dressed in their best vintage, danced to the hypnotic, timeless tune.

And as you danced the dreamy Foxtrot with your tall, green - eyed partner, your mind couldn't help but go over, and over again through the events that led right to this moment.

"Oh, for I can't help falling in love with you,..." V's low and gentle voice mesmerized you. There simply was this special something in his voice. Something very warm and familiar. You've noticed it the first time during Avery's wedding where you've met him but, you didn't pay it too much attention. At least, not too much. However, during that night when he visited you and read to you that lovely story about Cupid and his beloved muse, you could no longer deny that fact. You can't actually pinpoint what it was but, it certainly lured you in closer to him.

Yes, there's no use denying that now.

You feel something for V, that you're definitely sure of.

You just kept wondering, is he really the one? Were your feelings even mutual? And what if the same thing happens to you? That thing that Christopher did to you?

Many doubtful things about V plagued your mind since that night but, now that he's here, right before you, you're very sure. Very sure, indeed.

You almost did not hear his shy, and yet bashful voice above the overwhelming applause and cheers he received from the other guests as he spoke to you after his heartwarming ( and cheesy ) song. His warm smile, pleading eyes, and gentle touch as he took your hand and planted a kiss on it made you feel like you were the most enchanting woman in the whole wide world.

The one and only enchantingly beautiful woman in V's whole world,...

"Pardon my delay." He told you, the guests still cheering wildly for the both of you. "I was,... catching up on some - "

You cut him off, placing a single finger over those supple lips of his. With wide green eyes, he saw you lean closer to him. And with a wildly racing heart, he heard you whisper sweetly to his ear, "I know. It's alright." Then, giving him an equally warm, and sweet, smile that flung his heart beat off its normal rhythm, you added, "You came. That's all that matters."

"Well, well! If it isn't Mr. Domestic guy!" An obnoxious voice boomed all of a sudden, destroying the sweet and tender mood and killing your moment with V. "How rude of you to keep your lady waiting!"

That,... mother - !

Earning disgusted looks from the people standing closest to you ( especially Trish and Lady ), Christopher went on with his self - primping. And bullying. "And what,... old clothes you wear!"

There, he said it. He emphasized the words, old clothes.

He knew what's going on! You thought as you threw the man a scornful, disgusted look.

Showing your,... true colors! V thought at the same time as he held you closer to him and shielded you from the overbearing guy. I see,...

I will make you pay,... Christopher thought as he gave V a very awful and challenging look. You two,... will pay!

"The better," You answered, your brave voice soaring high above the noise of Fleminger's ball room. " ... to spend this beautiful vintage evening with."

"So, we're talking about spending nights with someone else now, huh?" Christopher, like the rude man that he was, bit the bait, a very visible tint of red coloring his face. You knew that look. He was getting really riled up. "Let's see,... hmm,... how about," He uttered in a sickly sing - song voice as he pointed an accusing finger at both you and V. This made you stand instinctively in front of V, reversing your positions from before, and protecting the poor poet from your evil ex. And this made Christopher even angrier. " ... a challenge, perhaps? Whoever grabs the title of King and Queen this year,... wins! How about that?"

"We have no intention of - " V began but, you cut him off once more. You,... just couldn't stand Christopher's bullying anymore.

This has to stop! Here and now! And you will not stand by idle, and do nothing! You will fight this! And win the war! No matter what it takes!

"How do we do that?" You questioned, feeling your blood boil for the evil doctor.

"Eh, it's obvious, isn't it?" Christopher gestured with his thumb, pointing at the middle of the room where Dante began doing his Michael Jackson routine once more. "We go by Fleminger's rules. We rule the dancefloor. If you win, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone. If not,... well! We'll see! How's that, Little Miss Domestic?"

Leaving V for a while, you stepped closer towards Christopher and looked at him straight in the eye, dead set on bringing the evil man down.

"You're on," You answered, and with a hint of sass in your voice from being bullied, as well, you added, "Mr. Narcist."

"Now, I wonder who the Damsel In Distress really is here." A male voice interrupted. Turning your eyes to the source of this new voice, you found the robust ( and bald ) host of the party. Smiling at you and bowing theatrically, he spoke. "Pardon my,... intrusion. As you may have already known, I'm called Flanagan Allen Fleminger. But, you can simply call me,... Fleminger."

"Sir Fleminger!" Christopher greeted in an overly exaggerated way. "How wonderful it is to finally meet you. I' am - "

"Did I hear a challenge just now?" Fleminger asked with a very curious smile. "Because I do love challenges!"

You and V gave each other a worried glance, both pondering whether you should take this Fleminger man's intervention as an opportunity or as a warning. The man looked suspicious enough! Really suspicious,...

"Well! My spacious ball room is more than ready,... and equipped,... for any,... chivalrous challenges,... in the name of love. And honor! If I may add." Fleminger exclaimed as he excitedly clasped his hands and glided towards V. How does anyone simply glide like that? "I hope you find it,... challenging enough for your taste,... My Lord." He said and walked away with that mischievous smile on his face.

Fill my heart with song and let me sing for ever more.

You are all I long for,

All I worship and adore.

In other words, please be true.

In other words, I love you.

The music wound to a close, and as you and V took your bow, you heard the audience's excited cheers as they called for Christopher and Lady's name above all other couples who were dancing along with you. It's very difficult to deny it but, that Lancaster guy do have a way with ballroom dances.

And he clearly looked like he's winning the game,...

You felt V's grip on your hands tighten as you noticed him looking with such distress at the horrible enemy. You couldn't really blame him. Three dances in and people just couldn't help but be entranced by Christopher and Lady's moves. It's as if their perfectly choreographed moves has the ability to put anyone under a spell, and that alone spells trouble for both you and V.

What would happen to the two of you if Lancaster wins this?! What would happen if he and Lady becomes King and Queen of The Night? He probably would never stop bullying you and V for the rest of your life!

"Heads up!" You heard Trish tell you with a pat on your arm, making you turn your attention to her and her dance partner, Dante.

"Hey! Rockin' the dance floor?" The Devil Hunter greeted you with an overly confident smile that said I'll nab the title of King! all over despite Christopher's undeniable popularity. And this made Trish roll her eyes.

"Popularity polls don't matter!" Trish went on. With a sly glance at Fleminger, who was watching the dances at one of the upper boxes, she added, "It's him who decides the winner." And with a reassuring smile on her face, she said, "You're doing just fine."

"Yeah, right. Thanks" You answered as you watched the woman regally walk away with Dante. How could any woman stay perfectly poised and fresh after rounds of Waltz, Quick Step, and Foxtrot?!

"(Y/N)," All of a sudden, you heard your partner speak, his low voice slightly making you worry. " ... I should not have dragged the both of us in this hopeless situation. Forgive me,... "

What? "Hey, it's not your fault! I was the one who accepted that man's challenge." You reminded him as the rest of the couples took their five - minute break before the next dance. "It's not your fault, V."

"But, I was the one who invited you here,... " And it was the truth. V wanted you to have a memorable and fun night with him. He planned this event through and through in his head and he honestly thought that everything would go smoothly and perfectly. In his eagerness to fulfill your last wish, he was not able to predict one tiny setback.

And that setback happened to be the biggest, most annoying throat choke that ever lived on the planet. One that just wouldn’t go down in defeat even with more than eight glasses of water and a few cat scratches on the neck. Or, in V’s case, one that refused to stay in the Underworld after being kicked there.

Why didn't he just stay in Hell for good?! That damned Christopher Lancaster?!

"Oh, my!"

V's eyes widened and his protective instincts kicked in as he saw Lady just bump into you. On the other hand, you didn't even notice it when the woman who looked like Audrey Hepburn suddenly, and out of the blue, appeared just like that, and you totally blamed it on your lack of focus.

"Oh, how silly of me!" Lady apologized with a smile as she helped you on your feet.

"It's alright. I wasn't paying attention. I - "

V's eyebrows knitted in confusion as he saw Lady whisper something to you as soon as you got up. He was even tempted to barge in but, when she left a few moments later, he noticed that there was something in her different - colored eyes. A knowing glint,... that apparently only you and her understand.

"My dear, are you alright?" V began asking when he noticed your facial expression changing to a more,... challenging look?

"Yes, I'm,... super!" You answered as you thoughtfully drummed your chin with your fingers. Looking up at him, you touched his arm and said, "I'm just gonna,... fix something."

"P - pardon? Is everything alright?"

"I'll be right back, I promise."

V helplessly watched you as you made your way towards the powder room, and it was definitely not helping with the situation, at all! With Nico, Nero, and his familiars all gone on an errand, he felt his focus vanishing and slipping off his fingers! And being left alone on that unfamiliar dance floor made him feel like he was standing, in the middle of the vast ocean, with about a hundred, hungry sharks swimming about, on a thin sheet of ice that was threatening to break beneath his cold feet!

And he never felt that tensed in his miserable life!

V's eagle sight noticed the musicians as they went back to their pedestal for another round of dance music, and he became all the more nervous for what will occur!

But, he must remain calm! And focused! And -

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🌸 Okay, this one literally took almost an hour to upload. But, all of a sudden, I developed a strong urge to put V and his beloved into this cheesy 80's music video. It's now 5am, and I'm still singing TAKE ON ME! Oh, rip! Oh, rip, indeed! 😅😅😅 🌸

🌸 @la-vita , @dreaming-gamer , @birdgirl69 , @v-vic , and @hanniskywalker . 🌸

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"Told you I'll be right back." V heard your sweet and playful voice once more, and when he turned around with vast relief to see you, he was more than shocked!

Your skirt,...

Your beautiful and elegant white skirt,...

YOU RIPPED YOUR SKIRT!

But,... WHY?!

"(Y/N), dear, I don't think that's - !" V stuttered in distress, wanting to blurt out the word inappropriate as gently as he could, as his sight wandered over your bare legs. But, he just could not find any word to replace it. What’s more, he was even beginning to notice the audience taking notice of your sudden change!

"Trust me, V." You reassured him as you smiled confidently at him. Yes, you don't quite trust Lady. But, her words earlier,...

There was no way in hell that she would lie to you! No fricking way!

You looked up at the upper boxes and noticed Fleminger excitedly leaning in closer to his seat the moment the musicians picked up their instruments. A tall guy, followed by two ladies ( probably back up singers ), stepped on the musician's platform and grabbed their own microphones.

Then, the music started.

Oh, Lady was definitely right!

You spread your arms confidently wide in a seemingly familiar pose, waiting for V to take the lead.

A few moments later, V realized,...

The next dance was,... !

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🌸 Three Wishes 🌸

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XIII

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#vitale sparda #devil may cry 5 #three wishes #v x reader #v x you #chapter 13 #dance with me tonight

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Here’s my Christmas piece for @jjba-secret-santa! And I’m @nyashi-kaages‘s secret santa! Henlo Em 💕 I hope this small piece could make you smile! And merry merry Christmas!!

Characters: Bruno Bucciarati, Leone Abbacchio. Bruabba. Fluff. Post VA events

Sure it’s Christmas, once more

“Is everything ready, dear?” Abbacchio turned, hearing his beloved’s voice. A smile, something that became so natural in all those years, bent his lips and softened his eyes; a thick network of thin wrinkles emerged on his eyes’ side, matched by a couple on his mouth’s sides. Bruno’s blue eyes shone, seeing the true serenity on Abbacchio’s face; after so many years he was still not used to it, to not see the perpetual frown on his brow, that had left some wrinkles on his forehead, to not see his lips bent in a serious line or in a grimace…

“Almost. I just have to put this last light strand and we’re done.” Abbacchio replied, while putting on the beautiful Christmas tree that adorned their living room the last light strand. When he was done, he turned it all on, and the tree shone in colorful lights. Golden, white, red, green and orange danced on the green branches, reflecting on the glossy surface of the many Christmas balls hanged on the tree. The men’s eyes filled with marvel and a sort of sense of joy, something that they couldn’t explain but that clenched their guts in a sweet morse for a long, long moment, before fading, slowly, leaving behind just a warm feeling, something like a safe hug.

“This year it’s even more beautiful than usual, eh?” Abbacchio nodded in agreement, sliding an arm around Bruno’s waist, when the man came close enough. He was right… and, oh, they had decorated so many Christmas trees, by now. The first ones at their old headquarters, with all the boys; then, when they, one by one, moved out, due to different duties in other cities, as Giorno and Mista, or because they had found someone special, as Narancia and Fugo, or even more to follow their dreams, as Trish, he and Abbacchio were left alone in a too big HQ. So, now that all their boys were on their paths, they decided to finally live together, as they had desired for a lot of time, since after that terrible week that culminated in the death of the previous Boss. Both he and Abbacchio still had on themselves the scars that witnessed the ferocity of that little war.

“It is. Why, in your opinion? Maybe the new lights?” Abbacchio asked, tilting his head on a side, in a way that Bruno had always found adorable. No, it’s because you put a lot of love in it, he would have liked to say, but he knew that Abbacchio would have ended up all flustered and pouty and, even if he always found it terribly cute and adorable, he preferred to see him smiling, at least for that day.

“Maybe so. They’re very pretty.” Bruno said, instead, quietly, enjoying his partner’s safe grip and closing his eyes, relaxed, missing the look on Abbacchio’s face. His violet eyes were gently examining Bruno’s relaxed face, the now smooth forehead and cheeks, the eyes, those eyes… even if now they were surrounded by an universe of tiny wrinkles, that type of wrinkles that emerge due to too many smiles, his eyes were always so blue, blue like a serene sky, blue like the sea on a sunny day. Abbacchio had loved those bright eyes for so much time that he didn’t even remember how it was when he didn’t love them.

“Yeah, like you.” he bit his lips when he noticed he had said it aloud. Jeez....! Bruno opened his eyes, surprised, and looked at him. Abbacchio wasn’t looking at him anymore, but his cheeks were dusted in red and a pout marred his still handsome face. Even if now they weren’t young anymore, even if grey was making its way in Bruno’s raven hair and little aches were starting to make their bones creak like old wardrobes, Abbacchio was still the most handsome and breathtaking man in all the world in Bruno��s eyes. Becoming old wasn’t ruining him, he always said, no; it was just making him more valuable, more exquisite, like a fine aged wine. The comparison always made Abbacchio laugh.

“I like when you think aloud, you know, Leone?” Abbacchio turned again to him, still red on his cheeks, but now the pout had been replaced by a surprised expression that made Bruno’s heart melt. He was always so surprised when someone said something nice to him…

“It’s nice because you always think such flattering things, even if you grumble so much.” he continued, making him huff and roll his eyes; Bruno knew, however, that he was amused. He was trying to fight a smile, c’mon!

“I have a reputation to uphold, dear.” Bruno heartily laughed at his reply, playfully nagging his arm and blowing a kiss on his cheek, after getting on his tiptoes. Dang, Abbacchio was so tall…!

“Even with me?” Bruno asked, innocently, making Abbacchio roll his eyes again; this time, however, he couldn’t hold back the smile that bent his lips, making those little wrinkles that Bruno loved so dearly emerge again. He got on his tiptoes again, this time to gently kiss the corner of his eyes, his forehead, and then his lips, smiling on them, then, gently rubbing his nose on his.

“Maybe I can make an exception. Just for you.” Abbacchio kissed Bruno’s lips again, softly, before grumbling when the bell door loudly rang. Bruno chuckled, discreetly wiping off Abbacchio’s lipstick -just a fool would have thought he had given up on his lipstick- and going to open the door. He welcomed in the whole platoon composed of their boys and their families; the children ran inside, to go to quickly hug uncle Leone and to place various presents under the bright Christmas tree, as the adults flooded in, all shaking Bruno’s hand and giving him two kisses on the cheeks. Soon, the house was filled with chatter and cheers and games, as food, wine and drinks were shared and consumed with laughs and many, many toasts. Leone and Bruno finally found each other again when the children were about to open the gifts. They tiredly smiled at each other, but their eyes were bright and filled with happiness, that sort of happiness that comes from sharing wonderful moments with the people you love the most. They quietly sat next to each other, discreetly holding their hands, while the kids were finally opening their presents, surrounded by the happy cheers of their parents and uncles. Sure that was really Christmas… another one, another wonderful, chaotic and warm Christmas. Another Christmas together.

#jjba-secret-santa-2k19 #nyashi-kaages #personal writing #christmas time #my secret santa gift!#jjba #vento aureo #bruno's gang #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #bruabba #fluff #sfw #can you hear micheal bublé in the distance

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My Lost Devil (Dante x Lady Fanfic)

Chapter 2

Lady found keeping her drunken promise to Dante to be surprisingly easy. The closeness they had before she disappeared had been reborn, as if she never left at all. Nothing seemed to change. Expect their dynamic had completely changed. Maybe it was the kiss or maybe it was loneliness, but they changed nonetheless. It was enough of a change that Lady took notice. The first sign was when she asked if they were going to go back to their routine of one staying while the other one goes off, Dante’s eyes widen in fear. He would never tell her but he hated that system. He liked having her by his side. They work well together, their individual fightings styles complemented the others. He also liked when they would talk before and after the missions. They always seemed to have something to talk about, though it would always end with him complaining about her talking all the money. He loved having her around, next to him. He loved her eyes and how they look like fireworks, her beauty inside and out, he loved her. Not that he ever tells her. Instead, he decided to simply lie. “We don’t have to. Trish called and told me to give her all the far away missions.” “And you agreed?” “You try reasoning with her. Sorry babe, but you’re stuck with me.” She decided to drop the subject, figuring it was better to just believe the half-devil. So their days were spent fighting demons side by side. After they would go and get pizza, once a week Dante would let her pick something else. It was simple, easy. They liked easy. Neither had to try or learn more above the other. Alcohol did that for them. It gave them the excuse to let their guards down. They spoke mostly about happier times, mostly they spoke of their mothers. “Adored by our mothers, full of hate for our fathers. What a pair we make…” Dante swung the bottle in his hand, watching the whiskey swirl with an intense glare. “Dante...” She gently grabbed his face and he turned to look at her. He smiled. She always knew how to bring his back. “Why do you hate your father?” It was one thing that Lady could not understand. “I don’t hate my dad, he was the one who tucked me in at night, played games with my brother and I, kissed my mother every chance he got and would never admit to his love of gardening. I hate Sparda. Sure, he saved the human world but he caused my mother’s murder and my brother’s lust of power.” He paused to take a sip and sigh. He would have slipped into utter silence if she hadn’t squeezed his hand. He didn’t look at her this time. “Even if none of that happened...I would still hate him…because I could never be as good as him.” This was Lady’s favorite side of Dante, the one that didn’t hide from her and was ever so gentle. “To demons everywhere, I’m just the Son of Sparda…anything I do will always be compared to him…” “Dante, that’s—” “Don’t give me that bullshit consolation or whatever the word is…I know it’s true. See that guitar over there?” Lady turned to see the purple guitar he was pointing out. “That’s Nevan. I fought her when we were in that tower. You know the first thing she said to me? ‘Your father was very handsome. You’re not so bad looking yourself.’ Something like that…” “Dante, you shouldn’t care what she or any other demons have to say.” “Well I do Lady!” He stopped himself, he couldn’t let his anger take him over. “I do…” He felt himself close to crying, not that he ever did. He liked keeping his record at 2 times. Lady grabbed his face and forced him to look at her. He was shocked to see how angry she looked. “You didn’t let me finish. I was saying you shouldn’t care what they have to say because I don’t see you as the son of Sparda. I only see Dante. My lazy, pizza and strawberry sundae loving partner.” To make sure he really understood, she gave him a kiss. It was the first time she kissed him first. He happily accepted it. Most of their kisses were exchanged when they were drunk. That way they could pretend they didn’t remember it happening or the sensation each kiss brought. ———————————————————————————————————-- The first time they kissed sober, they had a long day of fighting demons but could not find the hole where the demons came out of. When it seemed that all was lost, Lady was able to catch one of them trying to flee to the sewer. Finding it odd, they headed back to Devil May Cry. Lady jumped onto her laptop while Dante got them both drinks. Lady shouted for him to come into her room. “Find something?” “Yup. Apparently the city is adding a new subway system.” “Only took them a decade.” “Well, where they decided to start construction? It hasn’t been touched for years. I doubt they even had the right permission to start construction.” “Which is why our contact was being so vague! Babe, you’re a genius.” In a flash he leaned down and kissed her cheek. “You go confront our client while I deal with the rest of the demons.” He ran out the door, excited by the news. The realization that he kissed her didn’t hit them until the door shut. ——————————————————————————————————---- When Trish returned to Devil May Cry, she could feel the tension the moment she stepped in. She contemplated leaving, figuring they needed more time. “Hey, look who it is!” Oh well, if you want something done you have to do it yourself as they say. Over takeout, Trish recounted her adventures across the world, purposely adding how she was so grateful that Dante had listened to her and handed over those missions. It was easy to be a wingwoman. Unfortunately her return had backfired. Lady had decided that it should be her turn to go on the away missions and there was no changing her mind. It hurt him a lot, and his demeanor changed once again. He would be his joyous normal self when she was around but when she left he more stoic and reserved. Trish made sure to accompany him on all his missions so he, as she put it, wouldn’t do anything irrational stupid. It help, he joked around with her but it wasn’t the same. At least she came always came back, Dante would told himself, she technically didn’t break her promise. That mentality kept him going. Her visits were always pleasant, his favorite one was when she had no work and stayed for four whole months. He didn’t even mind handing off all his money for her, it allowed them a private moment together since Trish wasn’t aware of his debt to her. So when Lady came in complaining about so group calling themselves the Order of the Sword, he was very willing to check them out. ——————————————————————————————————---- “Hey Dante?” “Yeah?” “Ever considered expanding the business?” Lady was about to commit a huge sin, officially break her promise to Dante. She felt it would be best for the both of them. During one of their drunken conversations, he told her that he feared falling in love. That if he did, they were good as dead. It wouldn’t have been a problem if she hadn’t already fallen in love with him. She had attempted to leave without explanation, after their battle in Fortuna. No words were exchanges between them but they both new what the mostly empty suitcase meant. With the wave of her hand, she was out of his life. At least that’s what she planned to do if the phone had not rung. She let her heart take over and ask him if she could tag along, ignoring Trish’s knowing look. Dante raised an eyebrow at her. “I’ve thought about it. Why do you ask?” “I was thinking of...spreading my wings.” Why did this have to be so hard?! “...What do you mean?” He really hoped that she was about to reveal she was really an angel. “Well, since Trish is now your permanent partner, I was thinking of taking Devil May Cry to new places.” That came completely out wrong, she sounded like she was jealous. The last thing she wanted to do was blame Trish, she listened to her complain about him and her shopping buddy. He refused to make eye contact with her. “Well, I already gave the kid the sign. I’m sure he’ll expand on his own.” “Right…” He was trying to end the conversation before it started. He didn’t want to talk about it, she didn’t either. She decided to look through the menu in front of her. “So, what are you going to order?” “Probably just the linguini and chicken, how about you?” “You’re eating something other than pizza? Who are you and what have you done with Dante?” “Well they don’t sell pizza here. Too fancy for that.” “You were the one who picked this place.” “I knew what I was getting myself into Lady.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” That I knew you were planning on leaving me and I’m taking you on a date to a place you would like because I love you. “Nothing. I just knew this place had no pizza.” She watched him. This was the second sign something was up. He just randomly asked her to dinner, no reason given. She was about to question him when the waiter made his way over. “Are you ready to order?” Dante quickly answered. “I am” Lady had completely forgotten to pick something. “Uh sure. I’ll have the steak, medium rare please.” She needs something to chew on to avoided telling him. “I’ll take the linguini with chicken and shrimp.” The waiter nodded, took their menus and walked off to the kitchen. Lady watched a couple across the room laugh and eat. She envied how easy it was for them. That neither was a half-devil and a scarred woman. “You okay Lady?” “I’m fine.” She was always bad at lying. “You sure?” “Yes, I’m just thinking.” “About?” “Places I could go.” “Oh…” “I’m just being practical Dante. There really is no reason for me to be around.” She felt that she couldn’t keep up with the two demons. It may not be the real reason she wanted to leave, but it was a factor. “But I—” He stopped himself. He didn’t want to tell her. If she was going to be stubborn, so would he. “The shop won’t be the same without you. Plus Patty will eat off my ear about how much she misses you. Trish too.” Especially me. “Well I’ll come back and visit.” “Or you could just stay.” Instead Of arguing, she sighed. He was acting like a child in her eyes. They stayed silent until their food arrived. Well, she thought, if he won’t talk about that, he’ll have to talk about this. “So why all this?” “Huh?” “Why dinner?” For the first time tonight, she smiled and laughed. “Showing off how much money you have now that you don’t own a debt to me?” “Nah, just thought it’d be nice.” “Really? Alright.” “Yeah…” They decided to eat in silence, both feeling guilty for ruining the night. The waiter seemed to feel the tension as he came over with a large smile on his face. “Care for dessert?” “Sure. I’ll take a strawberry sundae.” “I’ll have the cheesecake.” He quickly wrote down there orders, biting him tongue to avoid commenting about the adult man’s order. “Great. Your desserts will be with you shortly.” He ran back to the kitchen to gossip there, not knowing that very same man has super hearing and his tip money. Finally, Lady decided to break the awkward silence. “Have you talked to Nero lately?” “Yeah, Kid said he and Kyrie are moving from Fortuna.” “I would hope. Did he say where?” “Said they’re still looking. They’re considering moving to Redgrave.” “Oh really?” “Yeah.” Right on cue, the waiter came with their desserts and the bill. Without real thinking about it, Lady reacted for the bill. Her hand was met with the table cloth as Dante snatched the bill. “I got it.” “Wait, what?” “I said I’ll pay for it.” “Seriously, who are you?” “What?” “You, Mr. always in debt, is going to pay for a meal at an expensive restaurant.” “Yes.” He laughed at her confusion. “I can be nice too you know.” “Alright then.” She watched him take out a wad of cash, no doubt from the latest mission they went on. Lady put a few bills down for the tip, saying she wanted to pay for something. They walked back to Devil May Cry, much more calm. Having a pleasant conversation about nothing in particular. The night was calm, Dante even commented that the demons must be resting. He walked her all the way to her bedroom door, both unsure what to do now. She wonder if she should say anything, she had already thanked him during their walk, twice. Should she share her confession? Unbeknownst to her, he was having the similar dilemma. His mind shouted at him to tell her that he wanted her to stay and be with him. But as expected, neither could do it. It was too hard. “Well thanks for tonight. You really didn’t need to do that.” One more time couldn’t hurt. “It’s nothing. Just wanted to say thanks for everything.” Before another awkward silence could begin, Lady piped up. “Well, goodnight.” “Night Lady…” She quickly ran inside her room and shut the door. She rested her body against the door and sighed. She hoped he walked away and had not seen her blush. He silently pushed his fingers through his hair, his mind mocking him for being shy. He, Dante the great Devil Hunter, being shy towards a girl. He kissed his hand, placed it on the door before walking off to bed where he didn’t get much sleep. The next day they both woke feeling guilty and angry at themselves. They both wish they got drunk and woke up together, that way they would have to talk. Fate wouldn’t give them the easy way out. Lady opted to take the first mission of the day and left as soon as possible. Dante was halfway down the stairs by the time she was already down the block. He decided to see an expert. ———————————————————————————————————-- “So what’s so important that you called me here Dante.” “I have a problem Trish and you’re the only one I can talk to.” “About?” “Lady.” “I thought you said you were going to take her to dinner like I told you.” “I did. Let me explain.” Trish paid close attention to every word, silent judging both of them and pretending Lady didn’t call her last night and told her everything that happened. “So let get this straight. You want me to help you come up with a way to get Lady to stay without just asking her to?” “Pretty much.” Trish blinked at him, her face unreadable. “Okay then.” They spent the next 30 minutes staring at the wall, trying to come up with something. Well, he was. Trish was trying to come up with an explanation for how blind the both of them are. Then she was struck with an idea. “I got it!” “What?” “Why not buy her something? You know how she loves new clothes and the newest weapons. It”lol show her how much you care.” “That’s a great idea Trish!” “I know.” “I’ll be right back!” He joyfully ran to the nearest mall, recounting how many bills from this place where mailed to him.

———————————————————————————————————-- Lady returned to Devil May Cry, exhausted from stress and her missions. She longed for a nice warm bubble bath. She was happy that main floor was empty but she needed to make sure no one was truly in the building. “Dante! Trish I’m back!” When she got no answer, she made her way up the stairs. “I may have gotten my pay docked but for a good reason! Guy was an asshole!” Again, she was met with no response. Figuring they were out on a mission, Lady went to her room to grab her towel and bath essentials.

In the middle of her bed was a large shopping bag. Curious, she slowly opens the bag. Inside was a light pink shirt, blue jeans and brown long boots. There was also one top of the line gun holster with new bullets in the pocket.

She tried to remember if she had ordered anything recently. As she looked for a receipt, she came across a note:

Figured I’d cut out the middleman and just buy you new stuff. -Dante

She was glad she shut the door when she walked in because she held the note close to her chest and blushed. A million thoughts rant her head. He knew exactly what to get her. This was the third sign that something was up. He paid top dollar for it. She feel deeper in love with him. But what did it all mean? It was out of the blue. She had to confront him.

She ran down the stairs to find Dante sleeping peacefully in his chair. She can’t help but smile at him, he was everything she wanted and needed.

Sensing her presence, he popped up and smiled. She prepared herself for a joke about her watching him, so when he asked her a question, she was more than confused.

“What did you say?”

“I asked you if you wanted to pick what we’re eating tonight.”

“Today’s not Saturday.”

“And? Figured it was about time we changed it up.”

“Why?”

“No reason.”

“...” With that, he went on to order her favorite meal.

Throughout the night, he didn’t tease her once. In fact, he only spoke about things she liked. She didn't need a fourth sign see that this was point to complicated feelings. Did he like her or not?! It was too much for her.

“Would you like to go to our favorite bar? Heard they’ve invented a new drink.”

“I think I just want to go to bed.”

“Oh okay…” Dante watched her quickly run p to hr room and sighed. He hoped this would be enough.

Lady hide in her room until she was sure he went to bed. She quickly packed her things, include her new outfit, and headed out. She decided to take the coward’s way out, running without a word. She was just about to put her helmet on when she heard a voice behind her. “So you’re just going to leave without saying goodbye?”

She didn’t need to turn around. “It’s for the best.”

“No, it really isn’t”

“Why Dante?! Why not?!”

“BECAUSE I WANT YOU TO STAY!”

“Yea, I got that! Why?!”

“Because I do!”

“That’s not an explanation!”

“Well, not everything needs an explanation Lady! Somethings can’t be explain!” As he spoke, he made his way over to her, blocking her escape path.

Screw Trish’s idea, he was going to tackle this the way he did when she refused to get out of his way in the tower, head on.

“Lady look... I want you to stay. More than anything, and not your ‘you live here but go away almost everyday’ thing either. I want you by my side Please.”

“Dante, I can’t…”

“Then fine, if you don’t want to stay as a devil hunter, will you stay as my girlfriend?”

“What did you say?”

“I want to be with you Lady. I want to wake up with you sleeping next to me. I want you to be the first thing I see when I wake up and when I go to bed. Please Lady, stay with me.”

It wasn’t I love you, it was much more.

But he said he didn’t want a relationship, that he was afraid of love, he loved to look at other women, he hadn’t really told her how he felt.

“Okay.”

“Really…?”

“Yes. I will be your girlfriend Dante if you’re willing to be my boyfriend.” He smirked his signature smirk, this was really happening. He scooped her up and swung her around, he was ecstatic. So was she, shown by her smile and laughs as he spun her.

This would be hard but they were ready for hard.

Together, they can do anything.

#dante x lady #dante #lady #trish #finally found a way to make it fit nicely

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Hello! May I request a s/o who fangirls over the Bucci gang. She does paintings of them, have plushies of them (I saw some on AliExpress..I never purchased an item so fast 🤣) , always compliments them, and get overly excited/hyper when their hanging out with them.

Author Note: Honestly... this is kinda sounding like me.. I’m currently cuddling with my Bruno plushie.. feeling a bit called out here. The AliExpress plushies are adorable. I’ll gladly do this request. Also I’m adding Trish since I consider her as part of the gang and I love her 💗 Hope you have a wonderful day and your patience is very much appreciated.

Bucci gang x S/o Who Fangirls Over The Gang

Headcanons

Before we start..

The Bucci gang are loving your presence. Of course they’ve got their fan girls! They’re all handsome individuals. They’re very attractive so of course they’re getting attention! Then there’s fashionable Trish so she’s getting her fair share of attention too.

The reason they don’t mind you is because you’re a likeable fangirl. Your admiration for them is innocent and sweet. You genuinely admire them since you think they’re all amazing. They like you and even consider you a friend.

Another bonus with having you as a fan girl is you make life more convenient for them. Offering their favorite snacks, refreshments, telling them thoughtful compliments, and you're actually nice talking to. It's no wonder you're their biggest fan

When you started dating one of them it doesn't come as a surprise since you're charming without trying

Bruno Bucciarati

He's been around his fair share of fan girls. They always wave him down but you're a special case. You may be his partner but the biggest difference is how much you care for Bruno.

He's used to you being a fan girl, its how your relationship with him formed in the first place

He and the gang are always impressed with the paintings especially Trish. Bruno in particular loves your art and has some of your art work in his office and in his home

He thought you went above and beyond when he saw you had plushies of all of them on your bed. He chuckled when you gifted him one of him and yourself holding hands. He keeps it on his night stand beside his zipper lamp.

When you compliment the others he doesn't think much of it. He's used to your fan girl tendencies. He thinks your compliments are sweet and his comrades seem to be thankful for them.

Since you're always excited and hyper around the gang he makes sure you're taken care of. Offering you water and reminders to stay seated.

Narania Ghirga

Narancia has fan girls without him knowing it. Which is good because he would do anything for a girl.

When you come along he is very flattered by your words and begins developing a crush on you when you help him with all that you can. Homework, stress, self doubt, etc.

Narancia knows you admire the gang so much for various reasons. He's happy about it but some times he goes out of his way to impress you

Narancia wasn't expecting the painting, they're spot on and he's always impressed by them. He'll ask you to paint his stand. The others are colored impressed and they'll admire your paintings as well

He thinks your home made plushies are cute. He asks you to put his in various outfits and always puts the others in ridiculous outfits since he finds it funny

Your compliments make his heart soar he appreciates them. When you compliment the others he don't mind it since it's genuine compliments. He thinks sometimes Abbacchio or Fugo don't deserve it.

Narancia will join you in being hyper/excited but in his case it's because he's happy to be around you. He misses you a lot

Giorno Giovanna

It's ironic he's dating his own fan girl but you're the only one he'd accept. He didn't think much of you at first. He thought you were another one of his fan girls but then you showed your admiration to the others in the gang, all for good reasons. When he realized you're a fan of him for reasons outside his looks he begins to appreciate you.. then fall for you before he knows it

He appreciates you supporting his dream. Your endless compliments on his plans and use of his stand is very appreciated as well

He thinks its cute how you gush, he gets bashful when its towards him sometimes

Your paintings of the gang and himself are impressive he often compliments your words

Your plushies of him and the gang are noted to be cute. He likes the mini ladybug broaches you gave his. He'll place his in his office in a glass box to protect it

He thinks all your compliments are very sweet though he doesn't know what is so amazing about Abbacchio

He's used to your excitement and hyper personality when you're around the gang. He often offers you water and reminds you to rest your feet. He makes sure you're taken care of but is amused by your fangirling

Leone Abbacchio

He was annoyed with you at first until you started helping him and getting him wine. He warmed up to you and even enjoyed talking about music with you. It wasn't long until he asked you out

He thinks you're cute at the best of moments but there is times where he thinks the others don't need their egos boosted, especially Giorno

Your paintings are always complimented by him. He's always impressed by them and telling you how talented you are, even if it's other members of the gang you painted

Abbacchio thought it was a bit odd you made plushies at first until he noticed you sleeping with the plushie of him. You made the others to go with his plush. When you're asleep he pats your head

The only time he won't approve of your compliments is when someone gives them a hard time during missions. He'll be salty about compliments directed toward Giorno but won't say much. Instead he'll give golden boy a nasty look

He is used to your hyper/excited personality. He'll never let you order caffeine because of this. Though sometimes he offers you some of his wine or snacks. If he notices you're tired or need a drink he offers you his seat or his lap to sit on. Drinks are provided by him while he's listening to music.

Trish Una

Trish thinks you're adorable and enjoys the attention. She casually asked you out when she realized you admire her for so many various reasons

She loves your supportive and gushing personality. She thinks its your charm

Your paintings are treated like magnificent works of art, she'll tell you how much of an amazing artist you are and will ask you to make more of her. When you paint the others she'll say you got their features correctly, how she's sure they'll be impressed too

She'll gush about the plushie you made of her and now she'd like one of you two. She'll make them pose so they're kissing.

Trish eats up all compliments given to her. Makes her feel special and she's loving all the attention

Trish is sure to keep up with your excitement/hyper personality since its a good work out for her. She loves it so she don't have to go to the gym anymore. It's a win, win in her books. She's losing weight and is bashful when you compliment her figure.

Guido Mista

He wasn't sure what to think of you at first but the minute you bring him food or help him with his stand, he's all for you. He develops feelings for you when you're there for him at the best of times. He also likes that you fan girl when he flirts with you.

He'll ask you out with full confidence and is excited when you fan girl yet again. He loves the attention you give him

His stand will constantly be your little fan club in return, they'll call you queen or beauty queen

Mista adores your compliments and eagerly compliments you back, effortlessly

Your paintings will be praised by him with his jaw dropped. He likes that you paint the others but often suggests you paint him

He'll think it's interesting you can make plushies, he wasn't sure what to think of it at first but he'll compliment them

He can easily keep up with your hyper/excited personality. He's got energy to boot. He thinks its sweet you get excited around the others but loves when you continue to do so for him despite being his s/o

Panacotta Fugo

Fugo was annoyed by you at first too but over time he warmed up to you when he noticed how caring and kind you are to everyone. He admired your genuine compliments and help. He nervously asked you out and was overjoyed when you agreed.

He doesn't mind you being such a big fan but it can make him bashful when its towards him

Your paintings impress him and he often asks you to show him your art. He'll make suggestions too. If you paint him he gets embarrassed about it

He is shocked you went as far as making plushies of everyone but sighs and supports it regardless. If he see's you cuddling the plushie of him he thinks it's weird but cute. He might ask why you didn't ask him for affection instead.

If Fugo can keep up with Narancia he can keep up with you easy. He'll make sure you're hydrated and remind you to sit after a while. He thinks its sweet you're such a fangirl. It grew on him.

#request #bucci gang x reader #panacotta fugo x reader #giorno giovanna x reader #trish una x reader #narancia ghirga x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #guido mista x reader #leone abbacchio x reader #jjba headcanons #female reader

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thedestrcyer · 7 years

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-------------------------------- i actually said i’d do this like a month ago, but i legit love all of you, so here’s my BLOGROLL. if i’m following you, i DO appreciate you. so thanks y’all for 2 YEARS and 3K FOLLOWERS. the people next are my immediate interactions and just the people that have probably gone out of their way at one point JUST to interact.

* AUSTIN / @akathehellcat & @gotnostrings. uuuuuuh i’ve known you for like nearly that two years now. i don’t know, it’s been awhile. you’ve been a steady partner and your writing is always so mind blowing. from holtzmann, to trish, we’ve always find some way gain chemistry between characters and i’m SO GLAD FOR IT because - and i say this all the time - i really am in love with your writing. i just appreciate you in general. <3

* KEELEY / @sorcr & @multcs. you’re such a ray of sunshine. the only reason i probably ever go on snapchat anymore is just to check in on you and your beautiful face. i really appreciate what bella means to ripley and i love you so much. <3

* EMILY / @xvitvarg. we roleplay so on and off, but you’re even so much more than just a roleplay partner. actual wife goals. i love you so, so, so much and i’d miss your random check ins and all your i love you’s so very much. you’re such a good, warm hearted person and we should probably renew our vows again, i think it’s only been a week. <3

* PAIGE / @truthpiety & @spacesaviour. HOLY SHIT. like i hope you legitimately know that i adore your writing to death. you put SO MUCH love and care into all your characters that your writing just knocks me RIGHT off my feet. you’re so eloquent and you’re such a pleasure to plot and talk with. stay beautiful and stay strong. <3

* JESSICA / @benjenstcrk & @the-alana-bloom. hey cutie. reading your stuff always puts a HUGE grin on my face. you’re such a sweetheart. ripley’s heart always does this flippy thing whenever alana is mentioned and your writing is SO AMAZING. thank you so much. <3

* KJ. / @xenophiliarp. handsome, my king. i really appreciate all the support you show me. you’re always my number one fan and i love you so much. i honestly think your writing is always SO MUCH fun to read and i have just AS much fun writing with you. <3

* ANI. / @aliasiing & your sideblogs. takes a deep breath, man. you’re SO MUCH FUN and i appreciate you all over my dash SO MUCH. your love and adoration you put into jess is admirable. you’re admirable. you’re an absolute sweetheart and i love you. <3

* PLUS MINI-SHOUT OUTS TO: @engclicht, @xaedificare, @pierssureshotnivans, @fehlheart for knowing me longer than even this blog (older blogs) and still sticking to me, we don’t talk much, but i’d definitely notice your disappearance on the dash. / @lucky--star, @thcbloody, please don’t ever let the alien fandom die.

#* mun: i'm really good at being gay. / ooc.#i'm still gay and i'll still be here and gay for probably another two years.#STAY BEAUTIFUL Y'ALL.

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ashenpages · 3 years

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Current Fic Ideas & Emoji Voting Key

Quick disclaimer that I’m a romance writer in all aspects of the term, so most of my fics will contain mature content. Engage at your own risk, you know the rules, you’re responsible for curating your own experience of the internet, blah blah blah. This post serves as a current mock up of fic ideas I’m either actively working on or considering working on next. You can drop me an ask about any of them, or just vote via the emoji combo I’ve assigned them.

You can also ask me about the original stuff I’m working on currently. The current WIPs are Medusa centric and the emoji for them is: 🐍

- Lupin: 🤑🤠💍 These are all oneshot ideas, between 5-15K each. If you want to vote for a specific idea, send me the emojis and the number of the idea.

Lupin, Jigen, and Goemon always play rock-paper-scissors after a big heist to decide who’ll give the group a striptease, and who will get showered with money. Based on a piece of fanart that is basically this sequence of events in a 4koma (except in their version Jigen loses and in mine, it’s Goemon). (written, just needs editing)

Zenigata cuffs Lupin four times, and Lupin steals his heart. Very NSFW conclusion. Zenigata is the most caring lover you’ll ever find. Lupin is as thirsty as usual and twice as intense. (written, just needs editing)

Jigen protects Lupin from poison darts during a treasure hunt in an Aztec temple, and Lupin nurses him back to help--forcibly, since Jigen is a horrible patient. Born from my desire to spoil Jigen and talk about what ridiculous domestic husbands these two are. (WIP)

- Sonic Vampire Novelist Coffee Shop AU: 📚☕💐

- Sonic Blazamy: 💖🌸💎

Amy Rose has been in love with Sonic for a while.

Or has she?

- Persona 5: 🗡🍛☕

Also, I’m gonna make Makoto not a cop. That super didn’t age well. Zenkichi and his boss can work on making them better/abolishing them for other better organizations.

- Hades Game: ❤️‍🔥💀

Get ready for Meg helping Zag and Than be better at expressing their feelings, lots of kissing, and probably pegging.

- Castlevania Animation Trevor/Sypha/Alucard: 🧛🏰🛌

- Devil May Cry Nico/Lady/Trish: 💋✨😈

- Post FMA:B Blind Roy & No Alchemy Ed: 👀👑🙏

- Age of Calamity continuity Mipha x Revali: 🦚🐟💘

- Epic desert romance about Urbosa and Zelda’s mom: 🏜🏝⚡

I just think Urbosa should kiss women and Zelda’s mom should get more development and maybe a name or something. Also, lightning imagery/metaphors/play.

#sonic the hedgehog #Lupin III #persona 5 #Devil May Cry #Hades Game #Castlevania #fma #Breath of the Wild #age of calamity

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spirit-of-the-void · 4 years

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Gunpowder and Flower Petals (Dante x Reader Fanfic) Chapter 4

Author’s notes: Back at it again, on sundays now! Have some cute date stuff, I worked very hard on it <3

Chapter Four

~Strawberry Crepes and Coffee Mugs~

Dante, for all his time spent fighting demons and trying not to die, could not remember the last time he was so god damn nervous.

Holding your hand, heading toward a quaint-looking bakery near your shop was somehow harder to handle than facing a horde of one hundred demons. Although that could be attributed to the fact that he was used to such scenarios. Swinging a sword, firing a gun, the spray of blood from some scumbag demon...that was the life he knew. Not this--a life of sunshine, flower petals and soft domestic things like going on a date. Growing up as he did, even dating as a teenager was never really an option. Always back to targets, to fighting--blood, steel, and bullets. Content to just look at magazines and flirt with the occasional woman who crossed his path, which somehow always led to him getting stabbed, beaten, or shot. He got the message right away that maybe love and romance just wasn’t in his cards. So...Dante the Devil Hunter gave up on relationships, and stuck to what he knew.

Until today, that is. What in the world was it about you that changed his mind, that brought down some of his self-imposed rules he always abided by? You left him a bumbling mess, which usually Dante would hate and try to avoid at all costs. But like a moth to the flame, he returned almost eagerly to keep this connection to you. Because despite how off putting it was to feel silly and flustered by a woman, it was nice. Maybe he was just getting too old, craving normalcy in his life after all these years of just dealing with Vergil’s messes and fighting demons? Whatever the reason, Dante felt like his heart was ready to burst from pounding too hard, working overtime at even the slightest things that should in no way be that exciting. The soft skin of your warm fingers, the way your eyes lit up when he returned to the store...no woman had given him these feelings before. Even the sight of sunlight glinting off your curls had him light headed and almost entranced.

Maybe you were a fae. One that was enchanting the devil hunter and would someday steal him away into the woods, never to be seen again.

Regardless, he couldn’t really care. Dante had gone through all the necessary steps for this date that Trish, Lady, and oddly enough Vergil had deemed acceptable. Upon seeing his brother ready to leave the house in the same leather and dull t-shirt Vergil looked damn near close to bursting a blood vessel. The women had given him a crash course on how to treat a lady on a date, and Vergil had flung the button up at his face with a bottle of cologne. Dante wasn’t sure how to feel about his outfit, but at least he managed to trim up his face and pull back the hair. You deserved far better than some scruffy mess to take you out on a date, and yet here Dante was walking down the street for some lunch. Holding hands with a flower girl, trying to justify to himself why it was acceptable to be here.

Seeing you look so happy...maybe it was worth it.

Because Dante couldn’t deny the excitement in your eyes, the way your soft lips tilted up in a very obvious display of delight. It was still surprising that such a gentle woman would want to know someone like him, who would be eager to just talk and have some lunch. Oddly enough, he found himself incredibly eager as well--you were kind and made for easy conversation, presence alone enough to make the demons and bloodshed of his line of work seem far away.

The answer to your question, of what his favorite sweets were, was enough to make your face light up like a child on Christmas morning. For a second, Dante thought he saw a new flower appear in your curls, but maybe it was just hidden underneath? You certainly had a talent for pinning flora to your head.

“I love strawberries!” You exclaimed, smile cheerful and hand squeezing his a bit, “I grow some in my garden! Alex and his wife use them for pastries and desserts sometimes, so I’m fairly positive you’ll be able to try some.”

How often his mind seemed to forget, you owned a flowershop. It made sense that more than a few flowers would be grown there.

Dante smirked a bit, expression wry as he met your bright eyes, “You never cease to amaze, sunshine. I might have to buy some off of you when we get back to your shop.”

God, the way your cheeks pinked ever so slightly at his praises did things to his heart. What in the world was wrong with him? He gave girls compliments all the time, hopelessly silly flirting that meant nothing and just boiled down to him getting shot or punched. But when it came to you...maybe it was different when he was actually trying?

“N...nonsense! They grow super fast, and I...I’d happily give you some for free.” You disagreed softly, hiding your embarrassed expression behind your curls a little bit.

He chuckled in response, noticing a few more flower petals scattering out of your hair as he replied, “Can’t deny a pretty girl her business--what kind of guy would I be then?”

You flushed more at that, looking absolutely frazzled. It was incredibly cute, so much that Dante was having issues keeping his own emotions in check. Heart racing, free hand practically making tracks in his goddamn hair...Years of fighting demons hadn’t prepared him for dating, not by a long shot. It was so strange--it felt like every single bad habit he had grown accustomed to in the past few years was coming back to haunt him. The way he ate, acted, the recklessness…and it was only day one. How the hell was he supposed to get through hours of trying not to make an absolute fool out of himself?

The answer to that question? He was going to make a fool out of himself no matter what.

You finally reached the bakery before a reply could be formed, Dante making sure to open the door for you like a gentleman would. A smile curled your lips as you stepped inside, now surrounded by the deliciously warm aroma of baked goods and coffee. Lunchtime seemed relatively calm despite the obvious popularity of a local business, tables dotted with an occasional couple or singular human enjoying lunch before going on with their day. It was a far cry from the boring, company owned coffee places Dante usually stopped at for his usual cup. Bright, vivid, warm and inviting--even the man behind the counter smiled eagerly upon your arrival, easily recognizing you and looking absolutely delighted. He was an older gentleman, maybe in his fifties or sixties, with little wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. This was definitely Alex, no doubt about that.

The man in question set down the mug he was cleaning, coming out from behind the counter as he greeted warmly, “Y/N! Thanks for coming by, we haven’t seen you in a while!” His gaze lifted to Dante, who was still holding your hand after opening the door. The devil hunter expected wariness, maybe worry at seeing someone like him accompanying you at all. But there was only curiosity, and a hint of surprise as he asked, “Never seen you come in with someone before! Who’s your friend?”

You seemed to be trying your best not to get flustered, but there was a hint of pink to your cheeks regardless. Dante held his hand out for a shake before you could reply, giving enough time for you to gather yourself as he provided helpfully, “Dante--you must be Alex, yeah?”

The baker had a firm handshake, seeming pleased with Dante’s friendliness as he hummed, “That’s me! My wife and I run this fine establishment, and Y/N here is a sort of business partner--she provides wonderful seasonal fruits when our sellers fall short! Don’t know what we’d do without her.”

You managed a light huff at that, looking far more collected while being appropriately modest, “You’re far too kind...you and Bella do a lot for me, some cases of strawberries or blueberries is nothing in comparison.”

By your tone, it seemed like you were trying very hard not to take credit for anything.

Alex grinned cheerfully, turning his gaze back to Dante as he continued, “She’s far too modest for her own good--but enough about that, you two came in for some food right?” The baker looked a bit playful, raising a brow at you and chuckling lightly, “How about we set up you and your date with some lunch?”

The very mention of “dating” made your cheeks flush, a handful of petals drifting out onto the floor from those beautiful locks. Dante tried not to smirk, he really did, but seeing your reactions was just so fucking adorable. Though he did notice that there was definitely more flowers in your hair, there was no mistaking that--he wasn’t sure what kind, but they were bright and beautiful as they drifted some soft flora onto the ground. Alex seemed used to it, not minding at all as he gave a hearty laugh and gestured to a nearby table for you both to sit down.

“Take a load off--I’ll let you both look at some menus and come by with whatever you want,” Alex hummed, practically skipping back to the counter with a good-natured smile as he winked at you both, “My treat.”

Dante was flattered to say the least--He may not be the wealthiest, and struggled to manage money without Vergil there to manage the funds, but he would be damned before he let his date pay for the food or whatever they were out doing. This baker seemed determined not to let them spend anything, however, which Dante was tempted to argue with. There was obviously no need--you beat him to it easily.

Alex’s firm declaration made you sputter instantly, blinking owlishly at the man as you protested, “B...but I have money, surely you don’t need to--”

“Nonsense! I’m not taking a dime from you or your date.”

Alex waved away your protests, heading back into his kitchen to probably tell his wife you were there. He was a pretty nice guy--Dante could respect someone like him, a man who rooted himself in kindness and wholesome business practices. Once upon a time, the devil hunter could have seen himself doing the same thing when he grew up...as a child, he imagined a slew of things as his future. Police officer, baker, business owner, musician--it changed like the wind flowing, sparking with whatever held his interest at that time, or from whatever book or show he was into. He was different than Vergil, who only seemed hellbent on being just like their father. Sword fighting and training were always for fun, something to do with his brother.

Danted missed those days.

Focus, idiot.

Dante turned his attention back to you, not shocked when he found you staring after Alex in exasperation. You slumped in your chair, letting out a low sigh and pushing some curly locks back in a gesture that was almost...shy. It was definitely cute, and those pretty cheeks were still flushed. Dante felt his woes and musings about the past slowly start drifting away, like flower petals on the breeze as he smirked and finally met that wonderful gaze--there was bashfulness there, and a hint of embarrassment. There was so much he wanted to know about what went on inside your head, where your thoughts were going.

“People really care about you, sunshine,” He mused, plucking up two menus from a nearby holder and holding one out to you expectantly. You looked surprised by his comment, even more so when he continued on, “Don’t be too upset with your friend--nice guy that one. Though I gotta admit, he did steal my thunder a bit...here I was gearing up to pay for it myself.”

That made you smile softly, opening the menu to hide your face behind it. Didn’t do much good, he still saw a bunch of petals scatter out onto the floor and parts of the table.

“W...well...we might as well eat…” You murmured, clearing your throat a bit and peeking over the object shielding you from view, “For the record, you...you don’t have to do that…”

“Do what?” Dante replied, raising a brow and leaning his head on one hand.

You flushed a bit more, squirming in your seat and blowing a petal out of your face. He fought a chuckle, enjoying your reactions and mannerisms far too much.

“You don’t have to pay for me,” Was your eventual reply, nose scrunching up a little bit as your eyes darted back to the menu, “I don’t want to inconvenience you is all. It’s...It’s just the first date and I...um…”

Damn, he felt like a giddy kid at his first school dance. Dante couldn’t help himself--a bit of an awkward chuckle escaped his lips, one hand scratching underneath his loose ponytail in a display of his own nervousness.

“What kind of gentleman would I be if I made a nice lady pay for everything?” He tsked slightly, a few strands of hair falling loose when he shook his head, “Don’t worry yourself, sunshine. Ain’t no way in hell you could ever inconvenience me.”

You just sitting here with me is proof that some higher power is giving me a blessing.

Your cheeks flushed again, head ducked behind the menu as you pretended to scan for something to eat as a means of distraction. Dante could only chuckle softly, closing his own menu after picking exactly what he wanted with ease. This place definitely had the fixings to make his sweet tooth happy, no denying that. Pastries, cookies, cakes, bread, sundaes, parfaits...It had been awhile since he treated himself to anything other than cheap pizza and beer. Vergil hated both, but it was all he would allow Dante on their newfound “budget”. Things had gotten easier since their demon hunting was being technically counted as government work while things were so hectic, but...this was a nice change of pace. Sitting in a bakery with a beautiful girl, getting to know her over some sweets and coffee...it seemed so far from what he was used to.

Regardless, a beautiful woman appeared out from the kitchen, hair in braids and looking just as cheerful as Alex was. She was wearing an apron stained with flour, dusting off her hands even as she clutched a little notepad for taking orders--no doubt Alex had informed her of you being in the bakery with someone new, blushing and on a date. Her green eyes lit up when she spotted the table, curious and eager when she took in the white-haired male lounging calmly and you hiding your face behind a menu. Dante tried to make it seem like he hadn’t noticed her, tapping your foot under the table to get your attention--she hadn’t approached the table yet, and was merely hovering near the counter spying with absolutely no subtlety. Not that he minded--it was just a little odd in his opinion.

You jolted as soon as his foot touched yours, sitting up straight and meeting his gaze. The devil hunter grinned, pointing lightly while hiding it behind his other hand.

“I’m guessing that’s Bella?” He hummed low, leaning closer to you for some semblance of privacy. Your flushed face was absolutely adorable, but you did put your head nearer to his, listening closely and nodding at his question.

“It is...I’m sorry…” Your voice was soft, filled with hesitation as you tried not to make it obvious to Bella that you were talking about her, “M...maybe we should have gone somewhere else...I hope my friends aren’t bothering you.”

Dante immediately shook his head, heart squeezing at the forlorn look in your eyes. Precious girl was concerned about his comfort, which was sweet to say the least. But...the devil hunter wasn’t bothered, not when he knew damn well Trish, Lady, and Vergil had to be somewhere nearby watching in secret. All three were way too curious to stay behind at Devil May Cry while he went on a date, no doubt about that.

So Dante reached out, gently grasping your fingers, enjoying the way your eyes lit up and cheeks flushed pink in response.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head,” He winked, giving your hand a light squeeze before leaning back again, “I’m not bothered at all--I’d even venture to say I’m having a lot of fun. I don’t get out too often like this, it’s...well, it’s a nice change of pace.”

The way he spoke made you curious, there was no doubting that. You opened your mouth to reply, maybe to ask some questions about his lifestyle or what he meant, but Bella decided in that moment she had enough of standing by and spying. She hopped up from behind the counter, strolling over to the table with a friendly smile and meeting your startled gaze with an eager one of her own.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Y/N,” She greeted, green orbs sliding over to Dante in the next instant as she added, “Alex told me you were here on a date--Dante, right?”

She held out her hand, eyes flashing with a hint of wariness unlike her husband and ignoring the way your face flushed at the very mention of being on a date.. Ah--it was pretty clear she was protective of you, like an older sister that was trying to see if she trusted him or not. He could respect that--honestly had Dante left the house looking as he had in the morning Alex and Bella could have easily mistaken him for a degenerate of some sort.

He shook her hand warmly, offering a friendly grin as he replied, “Pleasure to meet ya. Y/N spoke high praises of you and Alex--I can see why. Beautiful place you’ve got here.”

His laid back manner of speaking made her relax a bit, a low breath stirring the air as she replied, “She’s a sweetheart that one. She’d speak nice of us even if we served slop here.”

“Hey!” You protested, looking thoroughly flustered while looking between the two.

Bella simply gave a good-natured laugh, reaching her free hand out to tussle those beautiful curls. You didn’t lean away from the gesture, exasperated expression melting into a rueful smile. Bella almost had a motherly air about her when it came to you, or that of an older sibling. Something about seeing so many kind people surrounding you felt...nice, especially when he remembered what you mentioned at the shop. Losing your mother at a young age, and no mention of your father or any other family...it seemed like you didn’t surround yourself with many people, so knowing there was at least Alex and Bella there on your behalf was oddly relieving.

“Now--what can I get you two lovebirds?” Bella finally asked, so innocent she should have been wearing a halo despite the wicked gleam in her eyes. She was enjoying this whole situation far too much, that was apparent.

You cleared your throat a bit, looking at Dante as if expecting him to order first. He merely smirked in response, gesturing with one hand for you to proceed. The devil hunter was a bit curious about what you liked to eat and drink, so this was a learning experience.

“The hibiscus tea, please...with honey.” You closed the menu, gently handing it to Bella and looking sheepish.

“The usual amount?” Bella inquired, smiling cheerfully as she wrote it down on the little notepad.

“Mhm...and can I get an order of strawberry crepes?”

Damn, that sounded pretty freaking good. Dante hadn’t really had something like crepes in a long time, and the idea of it was a bit more appealing than the parfait he had planned. Plus...eating something you liked would be nice, though tea wasn’t really his favorite thing. Better to supplement with coffee.

“Drizzled with nutella then? Do you want whipped cream?” Bella was asking when he focused again, scribbling everything down on that little pad of paper. The more she spoke the more his mouth began to water. Maybe skipping breakfast wasn’t the best idea?

You were nodding to everything, occasionally peeking at him through that curtain of curly hair. The way each strand framed your cheeks was absolutely enchanting, peppered with flowers and petals like a forest fairy sitting in a patch of sunlight. He was zoning out just gazing at you, head still resting on his hand and probably looking like an absolutely slack-jawed oaf. Whatever his expression was it made you flush pink, a cute smile tilting your lips and some more petals falling to the floor in an amassing pile. Man...he was seriously in deep, wasn’t he?

Bella didn’t seem to mind, only letting out a small giggle and turning to Dante next for his order despite him not really paying attention either. The absolutely star struck expression on his face was definitely easing her further. Not that he noticed.

“And what can I get you, big guy?” She inquired, tapping him on the shoulder and startling him out of whatever trance he was in. Dante at least had the good graces to look bashful, clearing his throat and scratching the back of his head again in that nervous little gesture.

“U...uh…yeah,” He mumbled, coughing once before continuing on more soundly, “Latte for me. And an order of those crepes Y/N decided on.”

You perked up at that, looking absolutely delighted while Bella jotted down the order. The cheerful woman let out a pleased hum, tucking the little notepad away before grinning at the couple trying not to stare at each other.

“I’ll have your drinks right out,” She promised, giving you a not-so-subtle wink, “And Alex will get to work on those crepes. You two have fun.”

She gave a little wave of her fingers, slipping between the tables with a pep in her step while you flushed pink again. All at once the two of you were left alone, so many questions to ask and things to learn with no real jumping off point. Dante settled back in his chair again, tilting his head as he eyed your flushed face--you were nervous, sure, but also happy by the looks of it. There was a glint of delight in your eyes, and something about your expression radiated a pure joy that left him more than a little breathless and chest squeezing lightly. Hell, your whole presence was oddly...relaxing, in a way that reminded him of sitting in a flower meadow with the sun shining down and a breeze rustling his hair. Which was odd, to be honest, considering the fact that he didn’t recall ever being in such a scenario before. Maybe when he was still a child, before things all went to hell?

Don’t think about that. Not right now, with her.

Dante let out a slow breath, leaning forward again to put himself at better eye level with you. It made you sit up straighter, little heart probably hammering in your chest as your cheeks gave you away every time. It was charming the hell out of him.

“Tell me about you, sunshine,” He said, tone low and intimate in that little corner where you both sat, “I know you own your own business--what made you decide to start growing flowers?”

You seemed taken aback by such an upfront question, settling in the chair with your hands on your lap. For a second Dante was afraid he had been too forward in his questioning, but the small, wistful smile on your lips made the fear halt in its tracks. It was the kind of smile he knew well, the one someone wore while remembering something dear to them.

You shifted a bit, hand instinctively reaching up to clasp a locket dangling around your neck. It was a pretty little silver thing, with intricate patterns forming into the shape of a flower. The way you clutched it between your fingers was almost instinctive, like breathing or blinking.

“My mother and I had a garden when I was little,” You replied softly, eyes glowing with the sunlight that came out of a nearby window. Dante felt his breath catch at your response, heart growing tighter as you continued gently, “She taught me how to respect nature, how to nurture seedlings and flora. After she died...its one of the ways I remember her. It makes me happy.”

Damn...he remembered you mentioning the loss of her mother at a young age. That first day in the shop when they met, he had been going there to get roses because his own mother loved them so much. It was one of the first things that made him feel...connected somehow, that sharing of a tragedy. He knew that pain all too well, it was one of the things that made him who he was today, shaping his very existence. That day in the mansion, trapped in a closet and forced to listen as his mother was murdered by demons. The memory alone was enough to make that familiar pain and regret return, as much as he tried to push it down. There was another part of him curious about how your mother died, but asking would be incredibly rude and definitely not something for a first date.

Stop thinking about it.

“She...sounds like a wonderful person,” He cleared his throat again, leaning on his hands and staring into your eyes as they lifted his way, “I’m certain she’d be proud--you do wonderful stuff at that shop. Hell--I’m positive my mother would have adored the roses I bought from you.”

That made you perk up, eyes soft and curious at the mention of his own lost mother. Almost instinctively, you reached one gentle hand out to clasp his, the thrill of it traveling up his spine like a giddy jolt of electricity.

“What was she like--your mother?” You inquired, a bit hesitant as well considering the heavy nature of the discussion.

Christ...when was the last time he opened up to anyone about his mother? Despite Trish looking exactly like Eva, he never spoke to her about it. Ever. It was just a fact that hung between them, a mutual understanding. Lady wasn’t one for discussions like there either, and Vergil talking about his emotions was entirely out of the question. Part of him didn’t want to bare that much of himself to you so early, and yet...it was pleasant, this feeling. To have someone who would listen without judgement, to act normal and human for even a day. Like a paradise away from his job and life, a small reprieve he wasn’t sure was deserved. But his mouth opened anyway, the rest of the world fading away while the devil hunter spoke to you. Not feeling like a devil hunter, just...Dante.

“I lost her when I was little too, so I don’t remember all that much,” He admitted, blowing a soft breath out from his cheeks, “I remember her being kind, caring...a wonderful mother. She must’ve had a ton of patience to deal with me and my brother while we bickered.”

You perked up a bit in surprise, opening your mouth to ask another question when Bella slid up to the table. The sound of her setting down two cups made you both jump, turning to gaze at her sheepishly while she smirked in absolute amusement. Much to Dante’s dismay, you released his hand, leaving it with a feeling that was oddly…lonely. Not to mention, having someone sneak up on him was a strange sensation, one that would usually prompt him to whip out his pistol or sword. Neither were on him thankfully, and it left Dante feeling a bit out of place as you thanked Bella and slid his cup closer to him.

“Thank you so much, these look wonderful.” You beamed, lifting a beautiful tea cup to your lips to inhale the scent. The liquid inside was steaming hot, a pretty color that was different from the usual teas he saw. Whatever hibiscus tea was, it smelled lovely and drifted with the faintest hints of honey.

His own latte looked far too beautiful to drink, the foam on top decorated to look like a leaf. Damn, it was prettier than anything he had consumed in his whole life.

“Looks great.” He complimented, meaning it wholeheartedly as he grinned at Bella.

She nodded, winking at you both again as she replied, “I’ll be back soon with your food, don’t mind me.”

The woman slipped away again, back to the counter to take the order of a new set of people coming in. Dante made sure to take pause, lifting his own cup of coffee to sample a taste of the liquid inside. It was pleasantly hot and sweet as it rolled over his tongue, a delight after the cheap coffee they had at Devil May Cry in the past month. Honestly, he’d have to come here more often, just to treat himself occasionally after work. The warm atmosphere, the smell of bread and pastries mingling with coffee...it was relaxing, soothing in the strangest way. And yet...he was almost positive that it wouldn’t be nearly as so without you there, hair glowing in the sun and drifting in the scent of flora.

He looked at you from over his cup, enjoying the way you savored your tea with gentle sips. You set it down soon after, meeting his eyes with that gentle curiosity as you remembered the question that Bella cut off before.

“You have a brother?”

Oh yeah...he mentioned Vergil, didn’t he? Not by name, but...how much they bickered.

Dante scratched the back of his head, taking another sip of coffee to help clear his throat as he grunted, “Sure do...a twin, if you can believe that,” Your mouth popped open in surprise, so he continued on ruefully, “He’s…a bit problematic. We got separated after mother died, and he uhh...made some bad choices. Never really got along with him all that well, but...he stays with me now, helps with the business.”

Christ...he never realized just how much he couldn’t talk about with you until now. He preferred to keep you as far away from demon hunting as possible, and Vergil had done so much unbelievably terrible shit that there wasn’t much he could say without you being horrified. The Tower, the Qliphoth tree, Urizen, V…there was so much to unpack, even without bringing Nero and the fact that he was Dante’s nephew into the mix. God damn...his life really was a disaster, wasn’t it?

Still...everything he said hadn’t been a lie. Just...not the exact truth.

You nodded in understanding, sympathy in your gaze as you replied softly, “I mean...is your relationship any better now? I don’t have siblings, I can’t imagine really going through something like being on bad terms with a brother or sister like that.”

Dante seriously doubted you could have anyone hate you at all.

He chuckled, reaching out to pat your hand as he replied, “Don’t worry too much, sunshine. It’s not perfect, but at least he’s where I can make sure he’s not doing stupid shit. He’s trying to be better, which is worth something I guess.”

Vergil certainly wasn’t perfect, not by a long shot. But his twin had the feeling that all the terrible shit he had done was finally starting to click, even just a little bit.

“I see…” You murmured, tucking some of that beautiful hair behind your ear as you gazed up at him again. There seemed to be a sudden realization, that beautiful gaze blinking owlishly at him as you added, “Wait...you said you have a business too? What sort of business do you run?”

Ah…fuck, he had mentioned that, hadn’t he? What the hell could she tell you about Devil May Cry that wasn’t a lie? The name of it alone was pretty strange, telling a story that he had literally no excuses for. And yet...there was a part of him that felt uneasy about the idea of making something up, especially when he was on the first date with you. Trying to start a relationship on a bed of lies seemed so wrong, as hesitant as he was to even admit that’s what he was trying to do. But...Dante liked you a lot, felt soothed by your presence. Even now he was ready to admit he wanted to do this again, wanted an excuse to keep meeting you. Pushing the demons of his past away, growing close to someone in the hopes of growing near to them...surely he was allowed that much?

Dante let out a low sigh, struggling to form his reply a bit as it tumbled out awkwardly, “Err...It’s…kind of hard to explain. We kind of do odd jobs for the government, nothing illegal I swear...it’s just nothing that’s completely normal…”

I sound like a complete jackass, a shady one at that.

Government jobs? Odd jobs? He sounded like a drug dealer, or a hit man when speaking like that. Not that his actual job was any better--being a demon hunter was no small thing, it was absolutely not the kind of thing he could talk about.

You blinked, not seeming phased in the slightest as he tried to form a coherent response. That surprised him a bit, even when you reached out to grasp his hand again with your warm fingers. Even more so after holding that cup of tea, it was absolutely pleasant.

“I don’t think you’re doing anything illegal,” You assured, smiling at the nervous mannerisms he displayed and squeezing softly, “And you don’t have to explain everything to me, not when it makes you uncomfortable. There’s...definitely things I can’t talk about right now too...and that’s okay.”

You smiled warmly, something in your eyes looking hesitant and distant again. That look stirred those emotions in his chest, that ache brought forth by knowing something was definitely troubling that gentle soul of yours. The idea of someone hurting a gentle, loving girl like you was...well, it stirred up that part of him he knew was capable of violence. That protective part of him, the one that just wanted you safe and happy. But he wasn’t going to push it, especially not with you respecting his boundaries like you were. To do so would be deeply disrespectful--these things could come in time, and he wanted to learn more, to get closer to you.

So he let out a slow breath, lifting your fingers gently up to his lips. You held back a squeak of surprise, cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink and numerous petals falling from your hair as he brushed your warm digits ever so slightly. That reaction definitely made his own nervousness worth it, made everything worth it.

“We have time, sunshine.” He agreed, giving you smile that was equal parts sheepish and equal parts warmth, “As much as we need.”

You nodded once, eyes bright with delight and excitement as he continued to hold your hand. So lost in that moment, neither of you noticed Bella walking up until she cleared her throat, causing you to spring apart like two teenagers caught making out. She chuckled, setting down two exquisite plates of crepes before the blushing duo with absolute mirth glinting in her eyes. Dante wasn’t one for feeling bashful, but damn, this was as close as he could get. It felt like he was catching up on a lot of shit he missed out on in life, this whole scenario being one of them. It was nice, in an odd way, to share something so normal and domestic with you.

Bella chortled cheerfully, winking at Dante as she hummed, “Don’t mind me--just dropping off some food. You two enjoy now.”

Dante barely managed to clear his throat, managing a gruff, “Thanks, Bella.”

You nodded, hands pressed to your warms cheeks as you mumbled, “Mhmm...looks great.”

Bella chuckled again, patting your head before sauntering off toward Alex, who was peeking out of a window overlooking the kitchen with unbridled interest in his eyes. Both were absolutely enthralled by this date going on between the two of you, not that Dante could blame them. You two made quite the pair, he a bit scraggly and handsome, rough around the edges. And you... the softest, prettiest looking woman in the shop. Dante wasn’t sure what to make of the whole situation--he definitely felt like he didn’t deserve you, even so early on in this strange relationship in bloom. You were sunshine and flower petals, he was blood and gunpowder. His whole life was the slash of steel through flesh, of demons howling for his death.

There were so many that would hurt you just to get to him.

But seeing your bright eyes, the way your lips curled softly as you lifted a bite of some absolutely beautiful strawberry crepe to your lips...Then the way you looked up at him, eyes gentle with shyness and curls tucked behind your ear--it was enough to wash the worries away, just for that day. Dante was positive that later he would try to talk himself out of it, if only to keep you safe.

But for now…he would forget the worries, and share that moment with you and you alone.

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