#// DANTE ; ( A LOVE SO DANGEROUSLY BEAUTIFUL ) //

[vinnytotherescue]

Hello! Can I request a drabble in which the reader is very affectionate with V’s familiars (kisses and pets) and how he would react to it? Thank you so much!

i love this so much! we are just going to ignore the fact that I just learned that Shadow is a male...How did i not notice while playing-_-

also, Shadow i only focused on griffon and shadow hope you don't mind!

warnings: none pure fluff

V x Reader: Cuddles with the familiars

Being V’s significant other ultimately meant being able to tolerate two seemingly dangerous and overly protective familiars. That made V very anxious since he knew that not a lot of people would be able to handle such creatures. Their dark nature always scared people away. Yet you were not scared, you were fascinated. Somehow, you could even say that you had some kind of invisible bond with both Griffon and Shadow. From the moment you met them you fell in love with them and they with you, V never understood that but he nevertheless he was very grateful. 

Opening the door to your shared apartment you were faced with a silent V reading his book. Two seconds passed and before you could properly enter you were tackled down by shadow, griffon flying right next to your head. V turned his head to observe the scene, something that would occur every time you would return from work. But still it wasn’t something you could get used to. 

“Took you long enough huh (y/n)? Shadow got worried over there” Shadow just gave Griffon a death stare and continued laying in your lap. V had gotten off the couch by now and was standing next to you with a smirk on his face. 

“Griffon don’t be mean to Shadow, or we both know where you will end up” A giggle left your mouth and you turned to see and extended hand waiting for you to take it.

“I see, i think they like you more than me” V pulled you to your feet and you wrapped your arms around his waist , burying your head in the crook of his neck. 

“That’s not true and you know it” The room filled with your giggles as you stared into V’s green eyes. After detaching yourself from him you dragged him back to the couch this time your head in his lap. Your head was pounding like crazy from the intensity of your day at work and the only thing you could think about was how you were going to relax with V close to you. 

“Hard day at work?” his velvety voice was so soothing to your ears after the screaming and yelling in the office. Nero and Dante were a handful to manage. Your body curled closer to his as you nodded and you could feel your muscles relax as he stroked your head. A small smile found its place on your face as you felt something warm curling on your legs. You slightly raised your head and was faced with a sleepy Shadow. 

“You are sleepy too my boy?” you pet the huge jaguar as he now lay still on your legs, his dense fur  providing warmth to your tired body. Griffon felt left out completely so he came and took his usual place close to your chest, your arms slowly curling around him, careful not to hurt his beautiful wings. V could feel his heart warm up at the sight. He never expected this turn of events, he was beyond relieved that you three were so close. You always wanted some kind of a pet and V having two familiars was just perfect. 

Kissing both Griffon and Shadow on their heads you felt your eyes become more and more droopy as time passed by. 

“Don’t I get a kiss?” V stared at you his eyebrows raised from the lack of attention from you. You turned your head toward him mouthing a soft sorry in your way and placed a kiss on his cheek. After seeing his deadpan expression you tiredly giggled again and gave him a normal kiss on the lips. 

Your lips parted and you just went back to your original position, one arm hugging Shadow and one hugging Griffon.

“Want me to read you a bit?” You quickly nodded your head at the suggestion and closed your eyes enjoying his smooth voice filling the room. 

“I love you all” 

The words slowly started to merge into one and your breathing slowed down as you surrendered to dreamland.

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thank you for reading!! ;)

[anonymous-existences]

Chapter 4 : New Places, New Surroundings, New Life.

Summary: Dante , Danny , Dash , Tucker & Valerie go to Gotham, Valerie is only there because she wants to protect Phantom if Necessary especially since he's Disabled, Dante and Danny are there to find their Biological Father, Bruce Wayne.

Dash and Tucker has formed a Bond and both are now Dash Q. Baxter and Tucker Q. Foley as per their requests to Dash's Extended Family on his Father's Side.

I live love laugh not so daily updates. (My hands are Cold)

[𝙼𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙽𝚘𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚜, 12:47 𝙿𝙼]

"Is that a fucking PRIVATE JET?? DA— VLAD!" Dante looks at Vlad, "it's not mine Dante. It Is Dash's Extensive Family's Private jet they sent for him." The others looked at Dash who also looked shocked and Just frozen. "Wow! You have a rich family too Dash!" Danny joked and laughed, "WOW. TUCKER. FOLEY! FOLEY NERD!" Dash looked at the Jet then at the others totally mouth Agape and amazed. "SAME REACTION DUDE! IT'S A FUCKING JET!" Tucker and Dash jumping and Amazed, totally immersed in Nerdiness.

"Hmm... Wasn't Dash a Jock?" Danny tilts his head curiously, "His parents are dead and his extensive family is more accepting of his actual self so now he's more expressive of his actual personality.. Turns out Paulina and the others Knew this side of him... Damn." Dante sighed and lit an ecto-cigarette.

"I know that's good for your health but do you mind?" Danny looks up at his brother behind him as Dante was the one to push His Wheelchair, "right... Sorry." Dante crushed the cigarette and threw it away in a trashcan.(JAZZ SAID TO NEVER LITTER.) Valerie just scoffed, "To think Dash had rich Grandparents that are better than his parents? Wow. Shocking." She says sarcastically and Danny just giggled.

"Oh you sweet summer child—" She Pats Danny's Head, "Wha—" Danny just froze stunned and confused, "I'm not that weak Valerie— please." Danny tries to interject but she huffs and refuses to see him as like before. Danny sighs as his once oh Great Renowned Dangerous Phantom Reputation has now shifted to 'Sweet Summer Child' Disabled Phantom which kinda sucks but atleast they don't see him as a villain anymore which pleases his core.

"Unfortunately Daniel I cannot come to Gotham with all of you Yet so Dante, You're in charge of them and Please do not expose yourselves until we handle the Situation here in Amity Park Alright?" Vlad says softly as he knelt Infront of Danny and Softly pats his Hands and Dante and Danny looks at each other and nods with an identical soft smile. Dash from afar was blushing and staring at Danny and Valerie Gray + Tucker Foley were teasing him like crazy as he buried his face on his Scarf. "This is so embarrassing..." He mutters to himself and Tucker Poking fun at him whilst laughing.

The staff of the Private Jet took their bags and helped them put it inside, Vlad waved Danny Goodbye as they helped him on the Jet. Danny and Dante waved back and then carried on inside. Ember was there unexpectedly enough and waving whilst sending flying kisses, "STAY SAFE LITTLE PHANTOM!! JUST CALL MY FULL NAME AND I'LL COME AT YOU TO YOUR AID AT ONCE OKAY??" Ember Yells and Danny laughs at his window and Nods making Ember smile, Vlad watched as the other kids Enthusiastically went inside.

The other survivors waved them goodbye, hoping they'll be in a happier place, "WE'LL SEND LETTERS!!! BYE PAULINAA!! BYE STARR!! I'LL SEE YOU ALL AGAIN SOON!!" Dash yells and Paulina waving whilst jumping excitedly. Star just waving softly and smiling gently. The survivors were few but they had each other and that's what mattered for them. As long as they have each other they'll be the strongest and best version of themselves.

Tucker was excited and Him and Dash Talking about "nerdy" stuff nonstop. "Maybe I can start streaming on Gotham and we can be those uhhhh streamers! Yeah! I have the brains and you're the brawn AND DANNY'S THE BEAUTY!" Tucker says Proudly and Dash Nodding with Danny tilting his head in his chair.

"Get the fuck off my brother Foley..." Dante hisses and hugs Danny closer Protectively, "Please... I'm not some Dainty Fragile Glass—" Danny tries to reason with Dante, "Right now you are but soon you won't be." Dante interjects with a determined look and Danny sighs in defeat as Dante held him closer to his chest, visibly very protective of Danny like a mother bear to her Cub.

"Oh come on! He's my best friend!" Tucker tried to reason but Dante just growled and Tucker judging Dante and crossing his arms in annoyance. "You are being Unfair Dante! LET ME HUG TOO!! YEAH!!" Tucker tackled the two on their seat and Dante sighed as he now hugged both Boys and it made Danny And Tucker Laugh in Amusement.

"This will be one chaotic flight..." Valerie says as she stares at her bag containing her Board and Vigilante Costume and then at her chaotically lovable friends, "a long one too." She leans on her window and rests her chin to her hand. "I know right..." Dash mutters beside Val as he stared at Danny with those same eyes she used to have when she too was deep Inlove with Danny. "Damn... What kind of Charisma does that Little twerp have that a lot of us were smitten with him even if he just ever glanced at us or made those horrible jokes." Valerie laughed and waving her hand implying as well that dash is one of those smitten people and Dash just glares at her and Buried his flustered face deep in his Scarf again.

"Where did you get that scarf even?" Valerie asks him curiously and he perked up, "Danny... Made it... He says he knitted it by hand as he was recovering— Dante also has one of his own and Tucker too, I think Danny's not done with yours—" Dash says stuttering nervously, "Gasp. That's so cute. I can't wait for mine." Valerie's eyes sparkled in anticipation and Dash just slightly elbows her arm and she laughs, "AM I teasing you too much Baxter? Back in the days we used to quarrel but now we really need to get along don't we?" Valerie says and forced Dash to become her side Table as she leaned her Elbow on his Back making him lean forward.

"I hate you." Dash says sarcastically as Valerie was checking her nails, "Yeah Sure and you Loooove Danny." She coos which made him groan and curl up on his thighs making her laugh even more. "This will be a long but Fun Flight Dash, so let's use it as much as we could." Valerie pats his back as she stood up and also joined the hug. "Wow! A group hug..." Danny chuckled and looked at Dash to Join as well and Dash Hesitantly Did so.

(Dante will jump off a cliff and find many different impossible ways to die as a ghost before he admits he sees the rest of Amity Park Survivors as his Bonds and These guys as his Fraid Family.)

"I wish jazz were here.... Hopefully she's... She's safe now in her new Life... In her reincarnation." Danny mutters smiling but his eyes filled with Pain and Grief for the loss of his sister. "Same with Sam, I just know in her next life she'll be an amazing person!" Tucker huffs proudly but his eyes also filled with Sadness and Grieving. They hugged each other tightly as they subtly talked about the people who did not survive, reminiscing In the happy memories they had with the others. Dante stayed silent as they did so keeping the hug together with his larger build.

[𝙶𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝙰𝚒𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝, 3:28 𝙰𝙼]

Danny opened his eyes and looked around as Dante woke them up telling them they're in Gotham. Danny leaned on Dante's Chest as Dante gently carried him and Put him in his wheelchair that's not currently and temporarily covered in soft covers so Danny could continue sleeping. Dante set aside his guitar that Ember had gifted him to his back and Dash woke the others up. "5 More minutes..." Tucker groans and Dash sighs and Carries Tucker in his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Grumpy when woken up?" Valerie asks as she drinks coffee from a thermos, and She looked very... Perfect. As if she had slept 12 hours and woke up on the right side of the bed even checking her nails as she does so. "What the fuck. Why are you Dazzling in... What time is it Baxter." Dante looks at Dash who was still sleepy and Confused, "Uhm.. 3 something AM." Dash yawns and Dante looks at Valerie again.

"My BEAUTY sleep is a perfect part of my routine. You look like you work 9-5 Dante. Maybe fix yourself up" Valerie chuckles as she dragged Dash and Tucker out and Dante frowns and fixed his messy hair. Putting His and Danny's Luggage in His Chest, he sometimes wonders how he even acquired a Space Pocket in his chest but it's convenient so he's not gonna Ask questions because he won't get an answer anyways.

Dante used his Powers to get Danny down the Plane as the staff took out the other three's luggage. Dante was about to pull out an ecto-cigarette but stopped himself and instead ate a candy from his clothe's pocket. Dash's Extended Family were waiting for them, although sleepy they were happy to see them. "You've grown so Big Dash! My sweet baby grandson! And look what we have here! You must be Tucker! You'll fit right in the family little one! You're also so cute!!" Dash's Grandma Cooed over the two boys and Tucker just yawned and accepted his fate of Grandma Favorite.

Dash was used to it and laughing as His grandfather ruffles his hair. Valerie stayed by Dante's and Danny's side watching them coo over the two boys. "And you three must be Valerie, Dante and Danny... Vlad has told us about you three needing a temporary home to stay! We would love for you three to stay in our humble home..." The grandmother Says with a gentle voice and face. "... Are you an angel Madame...?" Dante Blurted out which made the older lady laugh in amusement, "Ofcourse not! But I do love your compliments! Thank you dearie." She gentle ruffles Dante's hair and Dante just let her which was a rare case.

The 2 elders led them out with staff by their side, it's already obvious that this is rich people stuff and Dante didn't complain as long as they're not weird or harmful to his Fraid. They soon got inside a normal Van and The staff helped Danny Get into his seat in the car with the Disabled Adjustable Seat just for Him, Danny thanked the staff and they told him it was their job and he shouldn't thank them. Danny smiled at the nice gestures of these people which in turn made Dante smile because His Brother is happy and that's all that matters to him.

Dash and Tucker were going on and on about their Amity Park Adventures but Dante noticing they're leaving out key details such as Dash being a bully but that doesn't matter for now... Not yet that is. Dante pulled out a candy cigarette and acted as if it's an actual cigarette just to stimulate himself whilst also tasting the sweetness of the candy cigarette stick. Gotham was weird, they passed through the suburbs and the "Downtown" before entering the rich neighborhood parts of the city. They kept driving until they reached a more richer part of Gotham, Gated Mansion and Properties Specifically part of The City.

It was Unnerving and it made Dante realize that They were richer than he thought. He was a bit frantic but Valerie pats his hand to reassure him and let him calm down as Danny rests his head on Dante's Chest and falls asleep again... Yeah... Calm... Dante needs to be calm.

Nothing bad will happen again and if something does it won't be as bad as they have experienced before... They've been through worse so this is fine... "Thanks Val." Dante mutters and Valerie just subtly snorts. "Your Welcome Dan. Just calm. I know new surroundings scare you anyways. You and Danny alike." Valerie says as she closes her eyes and leans her elbow on the window and rests her head on her palm as she flipped through pages of the book she's reading.

"Atleast we know and can assure that we're in safe hands, tucker can do a background check on the Waynes too and Dash is probs be getting therapy... I too should totally get therapy...—" Valerie admits and sighs in defeat at her sudden admission. "Yeah we all need psychiatric Help after everything..." Valerie mutters and Dante merely nods in approval.

"But I'll be fine, as long as I have Danny by my side I'll be fine anyways." Dante says as he combs his hand through Danny's Black and soft Hair gently. "Yeah, that sounds like something you would do." Valerie chuckles and soon they entered a gated Territory and stopping Infront of a Mansion.

This is their new beginning. A new life... Hopefully even a better one...

Ancients please let it be a better fucking one.

[two-white-butterflies]

parallel lines | d. targaryen | prologue

Description: An ordinary middle school teacher moves to a desolate town with her fiancee. After suffering episodes of vivid nightmares, she realizes that his uncle looks exactly like the man in her dreams.

Pairings: daemon targaryen/reader, aemond targaryen/reader

Trope: Reincarnation

(A rewrite of 'Waiting for a Bus')

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"Story of a romance torn apart by fate Hundreds of years ago, they fell in love, like we did And I'd die for you in the same way." - Timeless, Taylor Swift.

(New York City, USA. August 23, 2008)

It was a hail mary from the beginning - only few people were reincarnated into a human form and only a small percentage of that was able to remember their past life. It was typically provoked by a traumatic event - and you were unfortunate to experience it so early in your second life. "Where are you going?" a small voice escapes your mouth, there was something dangerous about tonight.

There was a hurricane going on outside - water crashing upon the littered streets of Downtown NYC. "Calm down, I have to check something over there, baby. Can you be a good girl and stay here?" Mother inquired, while patting your head comfortingly.

"Can't I come with you?" your eyebrows merged into each other, she tilted her head. "No, it will be quick." she promised, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I'm scared," you slumped into your seat, seeing lightning bounce off your 18th floor apartment window. "It will be over soon, it's just rain." she mumbled, letting go of your body.

You reached for the headphones that were inside your pocket. There were only two things that comforted you; mother and music. Both things so pleasant that it immediately calmed you down.

"So, you're leaving in the morning. In the early train." you carefully hummed along the song, hiding your face under the enormous pile of blankets on your bed. "Well, I could say everything's alright. And I could pretend and say goodbye." your humming drowned out the noise of the storm.

You breathe a silent sight of relief. Yep! You could take care of yourself. There was no need for mother's help. "Where is she?" you found yourself mumbling out loud. You lift the blanket off your body, feeling your feet touch the cold floor.

"Ma?" your tiny voice bounced off the empty apartment. You were supposed to move out tomorrow - something about not being able to pay taxes after the market crashed. "Ma?" your voice bounced off the apartment again, with no reply. "Can't stop loving you. No, I can't stop loving you." you could hear the music play in your head.

Just as your feet touched the floor of the living room. You see her. Body sprawled on the floor - blood everywhere, and the door wide open. "Ma!" this time your voice is louder than before. Loud enough for your next-door neighbor to hear.

The last thing you could remember was Mrs. Dantes' apartment door opening, before your vision shifts to black once more.

You opened your eyes again - this time you were in a different place. The entire world smelled like grass and ash. "We need to go home," you gritted your teeth - a mere spectator in your own body. The man beside you was of a different beauty - piercing purple eyes and silver locks. He was a thing of the gods. His eyes were round - almost prey-like. You'd almost assume that his smile could enchant any passerby, but his expression was one of anger.

"We are not going anywhere, you know of the reason we are here. I intend to follow through our plans," he responded with gritted teeth. It pained him to speak to you in this manner - but the anger he felt. It could almost burn armies. "I would rather die," you frowned - and only then did his gaze softened.

It was your thirteenth fortnight camped outside of Harrenhall. There was a deep fog that loomed over God's Eye. It was an auspicious day, the shamans tell you that it is perfect for war. The gods will be on the side of the good, but when have the Targaryens been good?

"We will die if my sister's lover ever has the mind to descend upon us." you warned him, in fear of Vhagar. "I will die," he corrected - turning his body in your direction - cupping your chin and moving your face closer to his. "- you will be safe, wife." he pressed a gentle kiss on your lips.

His hands were calloused - eyes filled with so much fury, but he treated you with such tenderness - you couldn't help but love him more. "I will be safer with the thought that you are alive. I beg of you, please do not fight in a war in which your family is destined to lose. Let Aegon take his crown - let Aegon die with it." you begged him.

"The crown is not his. It is Rhaenyra's." he defended, playing with the rivet of his dagger. "It will not benefit us." you whisper and his eyes narrowed. "It does not matter now," he placed you behind him - seeing the figure of his much awaited nephew.

Aemond stands a few hundred feet away from you, beside him was your sister, Alys. "I see that you've finally found the time to honor your dear uncle," Daemon begins with his exposition. He glares at Aemond with his two healthy eyes.

"How could I not? I've heard stories about a knight - how his Dark Sister has defeated armies and armadas. I've heard stories about his beautiful wife too, with vixen eyes that are hooks for the soul. I see his wife - but I do not see him." Aemond antagonized.

"It might have something to do with your missing eye, nephew." your husband responded, and Caraxes prowls behind you. "I see very well, uncle." Aemond corrected and Daemon tilts his head. "And who is the judge of that?" he jested, and there was a moment of silence.

Aemond moves towards Vhagar, boarding his dragon without any other words. You look above - seeing the Prince circle the lake with his noble stead. Daemon places a hand on your cheek. "I will return, and I will honor my promises. This is the last battle, wife. Thank you for your patience," he bridges your lips together.

Sealing his fate with a single kiss.

He walks past you - to the direction of Caraxes, and he boards his dragon too. "Daemon!" you yell after him, but he reluctantly ignores you - following after his nephew to the heavens.

(Dragonview, Canada. January 2, 2023)

"Are you alright?" Aemond places a gentle hand on your shoulder. Your eyelids flutter gently, beads of sweat formed atop your forehead. "Yeah - yeah." you answer much to quickly. "It was just another nightmare." you affirmed, while staring at the digital clock on your bedside table. 3:41 AM.

"Did I wake you?" you scratch the back of your head. "No, I was about to start sleeping." he chuckled nervously. "- I'm really worried about you, angel." he whispers, while laying down beside you. He wraps his strong arms around your body - domineering over your small frame. "The nightmares have been going on since we met." he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

A scoff exits your mouth.

"It's been gone bebè. It only came back because we moved to a new city." you hypothesized, kissing his cheek - smelling the faint scent of aftershave. "It would be better if it was gone ... forever." he retorted, rubbing circles on your thighs. "If it continues, you promise to get it fixed?" he inquired and you laugh.

"You make me sound like a robot." you bit your lower lip. "Elementary teacher goes crazy and needs to get spare parts." he joked. "You make me crazy, you know that?" you giggle. The light of the lampshade illuminated his features perfectly. "I'm glad that you have a new job, there's someone else to blame about your madness." he kissed your jawline.

The digital alarm clock rings. 4:00am.

"Get your hands off me, Mr. Targaryen. I have to get ready for school." you whispered, while lifting his fingers off your waist. "No time for a little quickie?" he winked and you rolled your eyes. "There's time for that when I get home." you answered while lifting the blanket off your body. Strategically walking towards the bathroom before he gets another word in.

The school was a few minutes away from your apartment. The town was small - one of the few islands in the southern part of Canada. "According to the book that you gave me about this place, Dragonview used to be a volcano. Which is weird since we aren't in the Pacific Ring of Fire side of Canada." you opened the conversation.

"You are cruel for having me drive you to school - and listen to you speak about volcanology." he humored, placing his free hand on your thighs. "But is the book really accurate? I mean - I can see the mountain from our apartment window. I'd like to check it out if it used to be a volcano." you turned to look at him.

He nodded his head.

"My family's been living in this island for thousands of years. I think they used to call it Dragonmont - there's no magma left. No traces of the fact that it used to be a Volcano. Lots of people went to study it when I was a child. Not a volcano, they say." he relayed the information. "You know, my father used to tell me that dragons lived in this island." he chuckled in an amused tone.

You flinch. The word 'dragon' made your head spin.

"We should hike it in the weekends. If you're free?" your eyebrows merged into each other and he nods. "I'm always free for you, love." he confirmed, halting in front of the school building. To your surprise, the school was a generous size. Small enough that it couldn't rival the schools in the state, but bigger than the typical schools found in Canadian Provinces.

You lean closer to his body, giving him a soft peck on the cheek. "I'll pick you up at six, you're welcome to be late." he placed a hand on your shoulder.

"I love you," you smiled while opening the door. "I love you too." he answered - and you slam the door shut.

Watching as his Honda Civic rolls away from view.

St. Maria Goretti, the patron saint of purity, young women and sexual assault. She was also the namesake of the section that you were going to teach. 'First year of teaching and I already have an advisory class, god. I'm jealous of myself.' you shook your head while placing your bag on the desk. Teaching grade-school was easy. Especially in a country like Canada - where they had a reputation of being kind.

A woman clears her throat, knocking on the door three times. "Good morning, you must be the new teacher. I'm Rhaenyra, the Senior High School Subject Coordinator for English. My advisory is just across the hall, Grade 4 - Saint Agnes of Rome." she introduced herself, holding out her hand for you to shake.

Silver locks and a familiar pair of purple eyes. "(Your Name), I teach Mathematics - as you can see, I'm the advisor of Grade 6 - Saint Maria Goretti." you smiled at her, shaking her hand. "Oh, you're very lucky to have this section. There's a saying that goes around here, all the advisors of Saint Maria Goretti turn out to be very successful." she winked, a smile is etched upon your features.

She takes another step forward.

"What happened to the last teacher for everyone to think that?" your eyes narrowed and she leaned on the desk. "She ended up marrying a hot-shot lawyer, I heard that she lives in Monaco now. There's a lot of other teachers before you - this position hasn't been held for more than a year. I mean I think there was a teacher that lasted longer but it's been decades. 10-15 years ago? But she moved to New York." Rhaenyra tried to remember the past.

You place a binder on the table.

"It's nice that you remember the school's history. There aren't a lot of teachers who bother to learn all of that." you compliment, sensing that she was staring deep into your face. "I was born and raised here. She was my advisor - she spent her last year in school with us. I hope that you last longer than the others though," she breathed and you could only hum in agreement.

"I'll do my best - plus, my boyfriend was also born and raised here. He wants to make amends with his family. If all goes well, I see myself settling here." you explained, smiling at the thought of Aemond. Her watch beeps, 7:25am.

"Well, I will see you in the cafeteria during lunch. I'm afraid that I'll have to say goodbye for now," she waved - retreating back into the hallway. "See ya," you bid goodbye - the room fills with more students.

RHAENYRA STRONG She's here.

DAEMON TARGARYEN Who?

Rhaenyra's phone rings - the caller ID flashes for a moment. "What's up? Is everything alright?" he inquires. She could hear the classical music play in the background. "(Your Name) is here, and she doesn't remember anything." she breathed out in a panicked tone.

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LCB Sinner Analysis: The Original Sins

I think the original LCB sinners' sin affinities for their skills are definitely related to them as people. My current theory is that S1 represents a surface level read of their personality, and their S3 is the true sin embedded deeper into themselves.

Gregor: His S1 is gloom, which is how he initially appears to be. He's carrying a lot and it seeps put. But his S3 is sloth. In Limbus Company, sloth seems to be tied in with giving up on taking action and making things better.

Rodya: S1 gluttony, which makes sense considering her want for money and good food. Her S3 is wrath, which was what drove her to axe the old hag who had been exploiting people.

Sinclair: S1 is pride, I guess this is how he comes off rich and privileged to some others. S3 is jealousy which confuses me a little, but I think it's related to the behaviour he exhibited in class that ultimately led to the tragedy.

Yi Sang: S1 is gloom - he's quiet and reserved, but is hinted not to have been. S3 is sloth, which definitely is the sin that fits him the most pre-limbus. He admits himself he simply observed without taking control.

Ishmael: S1 is wrath. She seems annoyed at perceived stupidity and often shows exasperation. S3 is gloom. She's scared of losing people and is hurting, which makes her extremely unstable and difficult for Dante to work with.

Heathcliff: S1 is jealousy. He's jealous on the surface level and is written to have an inferiority complex on his file, but his S3 is lust. He wants to relentlessly pursue something/transform himself, which will most likely hurt him along the way. also maybe hes horny

Don Quixote: S1 is lust. She has lots of things she wants to become and accomplish. S3 is gluttony, which I'm assuming was her wanting too many things that potentially conflicted (maybe her idea of justice involved two things clashing - eg. is it justice to steal when you're desperate? is it justice to stop the thief?).

Hong Lu: S1 is pride, much like Sinclair. His innocent curiosity comes off as arrogant to others. His S3 is lust - I speculate that he really wanted to become something, or change his own self in some way.

Ryoshu: S1 is gluttony. This does confuse me a little, but I'm guessing it's her obvious desire to create/observe Art and beauty. S3 is pride. She perhaps overestimated herself and fucked over someone she cared for

Meursalt: S1 is sloth. Yeah. Sinclair having a panic attack? Well he wasn't told to report on it so. S3 is ... gloom? Oh he must be carrying a lot. I have not read his novel yet so I won't make rash assumptions, but I guess it's something to do with grief.

Outis: S1 is sloth. I'm guessing this is her paper thin veneer of sucking up to Dante and treating his word as absolute, though it's clear it's not sincere. More suprisingly her S3 is gloom. I think this makes a lot more sense after reading her Schutz ID story - she has someone she loves, even at her absolute lowest.

Faust: S1 is pride. Yea. Yeah. yeah. yea. S3 is also gluttony. It's difficult to know much about her, but I'm guessing she really wanted to accomplish something, which would involve a lot of resources and potentially cause a lot of danger due to it.

[icycoldninja]

Hi my lovely friend 😊 Hope you have a great week! 😃

May I please request headcanons for the Sparda boys + V reacting to their girlfriend who’s a cop having a one-on-one martial arts fight with a suspect and kicking major ass?

Ayo, thanks for that, u too. Here ya go, enjoy 💜

Sparda boys + V x Fem!Cop!Reader headcanons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante was at first very worried, as he is inclined to, being your loving boyfriend and all.

-Then he saw how you absolutely flattened that bastard and immediately burst into loud, proud laughter.

-Once you finished, he walked up and threw an arm around your shoulder before pressing a big kiss to your cheek.

-"So proud of ya, my beautiful badass, so proud."

-He offered to help carry the now unconscious suspect to the car for you, and afterwards decided to jump in and hitch a ride to the station.

-From now on he tags along whenever you go to work and makes sure to bring popcorn.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil was confident you could handle yourself because of your training, even if he was panicking a little inside.

-Then he saw how you decimated that unruly suspect and realized that this was an example of TRUE POWER.

-He would have congratulated you, but you were busy tying up your victim and hauling him back to the cop car.

-Vergil then portaled to the police station where he gave you a hug (in private, of course) and informed you he was very proud of you.

-"Well done, Y/N. This shows you have been learning, working hard, and embracing motivation. I am proud."

-Vergil is less uptight concerning your safety now, since he's been given proof that you can take care of yourself.

□ Nero □

-Nero immediately charged in, fearful of your safety. He knew you had some training but didn't expect you to be able to hold your own like this.

-He watched with wide eyes as you beat up the man and left him lying on the floor, groaning in pain.

-"Holy shit, you some secret agent or something? Been working out behind my back? When'd you flip into Ada Wong mode?"

-He was impressed, really, really impressed, and naturally offered to accompany you to the police station, if not to protect you, then to see if you'd beat more people up.

-Nero now goes around bragging to everyone (especially Dante and Nico) that his girlfriend is a badass and can whoop anyone's ass in one minute flat.

-Your superiors eventually caught wind of that and gave you some praise, and a raise.

● V ●

-V knew your job was dangerous and decided to check in on you to see how you were doing.

-When he got there, he was stunned. There you were, he normally sweet and adoring girlfriend, kicking serious ass.

-He watched with a wide smile on his face as you knocked your opponent to the floor. He was speechless; this was all so unexpected.

-"My, my, Wanderer, that was truly astounding, legendary, even."

-He can't take his eyes off you now; he just stands there, rooted in awe, staring at you. When you finally wave your hand before his face and call him back to reality, he realizes he has just been hit by a stroke of inspiration and must go write it down.

-V remains writing poetry all the way till you come home, which is when he stuns you with an amazing performance

[dancerinthestorm]

Fic Recs: A World in a Grain of Sand Edition.

I love epic tales in which authors slowly build up their worlds and characters. I love losing myself in works slowly outgrowing canon word count to the point of forgetting to go to bed at reasonable hours. However, I am in absolute awe of writers who manage the rare feat of conjuring the same level of immersion with just a short story or even a one shot.

This totally incomplete list of my all-time favorite short(-ish) stories is a tribute to all intrepid souls out there tackling this challenge.

If you aren't familiar with the fandoms yet I still recommend diving straight in. They can be read and enjoyed totally out of context and you might just come out the other end with a new fandom obsession 😉

„Ars Poetica“ (AO3) by Rhune

Helping out around the Devil May Cry you are perfectly content to leave center stage to the devil hunters and demons of your acquaintance. Until the day Dante returns from hell, his stand-offish brother in tow. Suddenly - and quite unnervingly - you find yourself sharing your once quiet existence in the background with none other than Vergil.

One achingly perfect installment full of poetry, searing stares and everyone’s favorite moody half demon.

Devil May Cry (post DMC5). Vergil x fem!Reader. Rated E. 16k words.

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„Coming up Roses“ by @eupheme

The new groundskeeper at Wayne Manor is unsure what to make of stoic, unapproachable Alfred Pennyworth. At least at first...

All the yearning and suppressed feels of a 300-page Jane Austen novel condensed into two gorgeous chapters about falling in love when you least expect it. Topped off with some seriously hot smut for good measure.

The Batman. Alfred Pennyworth x fem!Reader. Rated E. 10k words.

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„Posterity“ by @whats-rambled-rambled

Posterity. Tenet's operators. Always just a call away to back up your field agents while they flit back and forth through time. It's dangerous work. People die. So you don't get close. Until there's Neil.

I know, I know , 7 chapters with 31k words is putting A LOT of strain on the definition of „short stories“ but I just HAD to include this one. Reading it simply broke me. Absolutely gorgeous prose, two main characters you cannot help falling in love with and a story that keeps you guessing until the very end.

Tenet. Neil x GN!Reader. Rated M. 31k words.

Pro tip: If you are not ready for a 31k word commitment yet (fair enough!) go for „The Way Down“ instead: A hauntingly beautiful 3-parter Battinson!Bruce Wayne/GN!Reader. Rated T.

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"Three Weeks on the Nimrodel" by @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras

Haldir is quiet. Stoic. Solitary. Not the easiest person to be around for three weeks of guard duty up a solitary mallorn tree. He knows that and has made his peace with it. Until a so far unfamiliar fellow marchwarden comes along.

Do you know this moment of utter bliss when you come home after an absolutely rotten day and are finally able to snuggle up with a fluffy blanket, your favorite hot beverage and your comfort book/band/movie? This fic is that exact feeling distilled into 3000 words. Add a good helping of pure love for the more obscure corners of Middle Earth and two absolutely charming, introvert main characters et voila: utter contentment for you to come back to again and again and again whenever that fluffy blanket is out of reach.

Still not an Elves person. But I might have to fess up to being a Haldir person one of these days. This gem surely is another nail in my coffin 😅

Lord of the Rings. Haldir x GN!Reader. Rated G. 3k words.

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„Pinky promises & glow stars“ (AO3) by @softlyspector

Steven bumps into Marc’s childhood best friend in a coffee shop and decides that he wants to get to know her better. Marc decides that's a terrible idea.

Quiet and sad and sweet and absolutely beautiful.

Moon Knight. Marc Spector x Reader. Not rated on AO3. Think M to be on the safe side with everything the Moon Knight boys have been through. 10k words.

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As always: a huge thank you to all creators for your time and your passion and your talent. You guys are absolutely incredible and make this world a better place!

Something missing you say? Please feel free to shout your own recommendations at me in the comments!

[ransprang]

thank you to @goblinofthewoods for your support <3 we hope you like your match up

if anyone else wants a match up this is our ko-fi

your match up is....

DANTE!!!

SFW

How you met: It was a small art exhibition in an art gallery. Some of your sculptures were on show but you were still an amateur so you didn’t think anyone would notice. You were walking around the edges of the crowd when you noticed a white haired man examining a female bust you had sculpted. You walked over to him, a bit worried you would scare him away with your cold and intimidating aura but the man seemed unperturbed. He greeted you brightly and struck up a conversation. The man explained that he didn’t understand anything about art, but was a connoisseur of nudity. He told him, the piece you were admiring was sculpted by you. The contrast between your cold, intimidating exterior and the warmth emanating from your artworks caught his attention, and he asked to take you out for coffee. 

You and Dante would go on dates where you would try to teach him sculpting. You would make a beautiful teapot and he would make various genitalia.

Dante owns several electrical guitars, and would beg you to duet with him. When he is low on funds and none of the devil hunting jobs interest him, he would make you come busking with him.

Dante would ask to get matching tattoos. He would heavily suggest one of you gets ebony and the other ivory

Dante would easily look past your cold exterior. He’s used to that type of personality thanks to his brother. Once he saw past that you both would be a menace, with your combined himbo energy.

You and Dante would go to the gym together. You would be trying to lift heavy weights, while Dante would gently fondle your bum.

Dante’s love languages would be physical touch and gift giving. He may be an eternally broke man but he will be sure to get you lavish presents whenever the mood strikes him. 

Dante would be supportive of whatever surgeries you get and don’t get. He is just happy to have a good hearted partner who stands by his side no matter what. So you can expect the same energy from him. 

Basically like a golden retriever boyfriend, Dante needs to touch you in any way. Even if it’s touching feet under a blanket while watching a movie or giving you a hug from the back and lifting you up off your feet. He also likes tucking your dark brown hair behind your ears and giving you quick kisses.

Wanting your attention almost 24/7 he’d get into your hobbies and try to impress you. Starting out, his drawings would just be stick figures, “HEY Y/N LOOK. I drew this!! Aren’t I so great at this HAHAHA.”

NSFW 

Dante leans a bit more on the dom side, but if you want to take charge he wouldn’t mind at all watching you go down on his body. He admires watching your growing muscles flex from every angle. From underneath you he’d grip onto your biceps and back, careful to not leave marks. 

When he’s deep inside you, thrusting and watching your hole greedily suck him in, Dante’s degrading kink comes out. “That’s it, that’s a good boy, taking my cock like the slut you are.” He’d groan louder and his grip on your waist gets stronger. The first time this side of him comes out he’d only realize afterwards when he’s lying next to you, and he’d ask if you liked it. 

Dante goes crazy, he loves doing everything and anything in the bedroom. If you ever want to try penetrating him he will personally buy you a strap on. He will also wear his favorite cowboy hat and ride you as he uses one hand to wank off his own cock.

Sex on the Cavaliere? Obviously. He will rev up the engine and sit on it as you ride his cock while straddling him. 

Sword fights…tons of them. Not the kind youre thinking but using Ebony and Ivory. If you lose he fucks you, if you win he still fucks you.

Dante will definitely try dangerous things like jacking off using the Balrog and try cumming on your face and body. Or try fingering you using them. He needs to be contained.

He loves getting his back scratched while you scream his name. He's in power, and likes to feel like it too.

Dante can be a little confused in the after care department but he will always make sure you are comfortable and happy after a steaming hot session.

After sex Dante takes a moment to gently trace his fingers over your tattoos and kiss them, especially the ones on your thighs hoping to make you wet again. 

Dante would leave enough hickeys on your body, and neck that the next day you have to wear turtlenecks and full pants.

your sculptures,

admins sar, san & sav

[crookeddefendorbanana]

Alpha's Tender Embrace

Dante x Reader

Summary: The legendary demon hunter Dante's protective instincts awaken when he spots Y/N, his beloved Omega, peacefully asleep on a couch. Concerned for her well-being, Dante decides to take matters into his own hands.

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Dante's sharp eyes scanned the room as he entered the Devil May Cry office, his senses instantly attuned to the presence of those around him. It had been a long day of demon hunting, and his body hummed with adrenaline and fatigue. As he surveyed the familiar surroundings, something caught his attention—a delicate figure, curled up on the couch, softly breathing in peaceful slumber.

Y/N.

The Omega had been spending more and more time at Devil May Cry lately, assisting Dante and his crew with their missions. Her unwavering loyalty and unwavering spirit had quickly endeared her to the entire team, but it was Dante who felt an inexplicable connection to her. His Alpha instincts seemed to respond to her presence, making him fiercely protective and possessive, even though he knew he had no right to claim her as his own.

His gaze softened as he studied Y/N's form. She looked so serene, her features relaxed in the bliss of sleep. But as Dante's eyes roamed over the couch, he couldn't help but feel a pang of worry. The seating arrangement offered little support, and he couldn't shake off the concern that it might be harmful to her delicate back.

Determined to ensure her well-being, Dante made up his mind. He approached Y/N with careful steps, the floor creaking beneath his weight. Gently, he scooped her up into his arms, cradling her as though she were the most precious thing in the world.

Y/N stirred slightly, her eyelashes fluttering before she settled back into a deep slumber. Dante's heart swelled with affection, his Alpha instincts guiding his every move. He carried her with utmost care, navigating the familiar hallways of Devil May Cry until he reached his own room.

Setting Y/N down gently on the bed, Dante meticulously arranged the pillows and adjusted the blankets, ensuring her utmost comfort. He watched her for a moment, mesmerized by her beauty, before climbing into the bed beside her.

Wrapping his arms around her, Dante pulled Y/N close, their bodies fitting together as if they were two pieces of a perfect puzzle. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her intoxicating scent, and felt a surge of contentment flood his being. His fingers trailed gentle circles on her back, his touch filled with love and adoration.

As the night passed, Dante held Y/N tightly, his presence a shield against any lurking dangers or nightmares that might disturb her peace. In this moment, their bond transcended the boundaries of Alpha and Omega, forging a connection rooted in warmth, trust, and an unwavering love.

In the safety of Dante's arms, Y/N's sleep remained undisturbed, her dreams filled with a sense of security that only an Alpha's tender embrace could provide. And as the morning light painted the room in golden hues, Dante vowed to protect and cherish Y/N, his beloved Omega, for all eternity.

[athenaluciscaelum]

//Minor do not interact//

Pairing: DMC3 Dante x Fem!Reader

Rated: Mature

Words: 3736 word

Warning: Dark theme, unhealthy obession, over protective behaviours, non-concensual, unprotected sex, fingering, penetration, breeding, forced impregnation

Disclaimer: Content you're about to consume is mature, dark content and has non consensual part. I do not condone such acts, infact, I'm just writing it out of imagination, it is figment of imagination and should be treated as such. Any hate speech won't be accepted or entertained. You are responsible for your own content consumption. Not your cup of tea? Scroll.

I want to be protected

(PART 2 OF 2)

You moaned, his thumb spilling out of your lips. He chuckled, as he splayed you down on his desk.You picked up his mother's picture and put it respectfully in the drawers. Dante peeled your dress off and saw a wet spot on your panties. His hands on both of your breasts, massaging and squeezing them, making you moan. He unhooked your bra and took it off, he smirked, "they look uncomfortable, let me take them off." Your reflexes covered them with your arms, he gently pries them away, "you're so beautiful...y/n, let me see…" You looked away, "I'm not built like literal god like you," He chuckled, "babe, you're divine.." He leaned down and took one nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, your hand above your head, you squeeze your eyes shut enjoying the sensation, "Ahaa!" Dante loved sweet noises you were making, he left your nipple with a pop. His hand is soothing red mark under your breast left by the band of your bra. You sat up again. Dante was, after all, a nineteen-year-old teenager and was hastily undoing his button and pulling down his zip. You looked at him dreamy, leaning back with the support of one hand. While another reached down to caress his clothed bulge, you hummed, smiling. Dante groaned and looked up, "Damn! Sweetcheeks, your hand is so soft! Fuck!" Dante cursed through his teeth as you squeezed his cock through his boxer, your heart felt a sliver of fear, it felt so heavy, you were not exactly aware how big it was, but it had to be big. Dante was out of control and pulled you closer to pull out his dick and pump it, tucking your panty on the side to give it a few sloppy strokes of his middle finger. You shook your head and covered your sex, "Dante! No!" Dante snapped out. He cupped your face, "Hey! Hey! I did something wrong!?" You shook your head, "I am not on any pills, do you have any protection?" Dante could think straight now, he was irresponsible, but never on this topic. But just now he was about to put you in danger, he shook his head. "No.... I'm out." You looked lil hurt, "Out? I thought you never had a girlfriend before." Dante sighed, "Yeah, but I do have quite experience under my belt. I will put it to good use. Don't be sad," You smiled." We should continue this later." Dante sat on his chair and puts you on his muscular thigh. You moan, "Dante." Dante smiled, "Ride it out." You couldn't understand, "H-H-How!?" Dante put his hands on your hips and guided you to move them. He quickly tore your panty off, you yelped, but the way he taught you to ride his thigh. Your hands on his shoulder, her face in the crook of his neck, pressing open mouth with kisses and moans, your back arched, you were riding his thigh back and forth as Dante sat on a chair spread wide, holding a handful of your ass and cheeks and spanking you in between, making you cry in yelp embarrassed and moan more. You come on his thighs in no time. And he holds your post-orgasm body close to himself, pressing soft kisses on your forehead. He carried you up to his bedroom and you both cuddled naked. You were first to say, "I love you." He was surprised, but let his guard down, he kissed you again and again to reply, "I love you, Y/N" Dante told you about his childhood, his mother, you held him tight, he was trembling and kept kissing him, you know he cried, but you just kept patting him, there is no need to mention it in morning or ever again, unless he wants to. For first time in long, Dante slept without a single nightmare.

After a day, you moved in with Dante. For next two days, you two were busy, Dante was on a job to find some job, and you were out for two nights to meet your friend in another city. When you came back, Enzo told you Dante was gone, seeing a big tower and his shop ruined. You were sure it was a demon problem and he was there. You tried your best to run after him, but Enzo stopped you as you thrashed him and cried. You were asleep crying on the couch in Enzo's office. Dante came that night. A woman on a redbike dropped him. You were asleep. Enzo saw Dante and rushed, "Oi! Dante!" Dante had a grim look on his face, something in his eyes flashed not human, Enzo stepped back as Dante glared at him. Dante picked up your sleeping form, Enzo gave you some medication, and you were out like a light. Dante took your delicate form and took you back to the broken shop. Once past the front rubble, everything else was intact. Dante set you down on his bed. Your eyes flutter open, you mumbled, "Dante, everything is wrecked, you are okay? I missed you. I was so scared. I can't lose you. What happened to you?" You sat up cupping his hard face, you could see animalistic eyes and a strange aura, something going through his body, changing into something inhuman for every split second. You pulled his head to your chest, running your finger through his hair, he sighed and melted, hugging you so tight it was hard to breathe. He said, letting out a sigh, "Y/N, I have lost everything, I can't protect anything, I can't lose you. I couldn't protect mom, I couldn't protect Ernest, I could not protect Grue, I couldn't protect Jessica, I could not protect Vergil, I can't protect you..everyone around me dies, I am nothing but a curse...they kill everything I love..." You shook your head crying, his pain unbearable for you. You held his head close to your chest, "Shh... you're here, you're okay, you protected me, that's why I am alive, please...just listen to me." You help him lie down, his body was burning, you helped him out of his clothes and applied cold wet cloth on his head to lower his temperature. He was trembling occasionally as he changed for a split second. You didn't know what it was, but you were sure, it was related to his unique heritage. It was better as you held him throughout the night, it made his nightmare go away, he mumbled, "I always had nightmares, but not the night we were in bed together, you help, babe." You smiled, kissing him everywhere on his face, neck, shoulder, "I love you!" Dante sighed, "I don't deserve it."

When you woke up at dawn, you felt cold beside you, you were quick to your feet, Dante was nowhere, you felt fear, you ran up to the roof, Dante was hiding behind a water tank, Dante or what looked like Dante. Dante spoke in a metallic voice, "Don't come near... it's ugly, you will fear me and I do not want it." You were adamant, your steps careful, "Please..." He didn't protest as you came and cupped his demonic fleshed face, you took a good look and placed chaste kiss on his scaly lips. He was broken, he hated his devil side and an inability to control it, "Scary?"He asked scared .You smiled placing yourself in his lap curling up to kiss very inch of him, "Scary? God, you're divine."

Something stirred inside Dante, a voice, 'Mate accepts us!' Dante shook his head and turned to his normal self. His touch and sense of everything was heightened. His eyes staring at your cleavage, the soft of your fat, your neck, he was intoxicated by your sweet smell. Dante, in a flash, picked you up and in a flash you were deposited in your shared bed. He was above you taking off his clothes and tearing off your flimsy night dress. You hitched, "Dante, easy, I'm all yours..." Dante was quick, "Want you! Need you! Mate, needs to be bred!" Your eyes were wide, "Dante! No!" Dante was quick to hold your head above your head and the other hand sliding his middle finger into your pussy, you were so unprepared. You cried in pain, "Dante!" Dante was feeling like the devil he was, he didn't want to hurt you, never, you were his sweet angel, but it was for your own good. He will keep you right here, inside, never letting you out, claiming you as his own, breeding you full of his spaws. You will be too busy taking care of his little ones to ever go out, put yourself in danger. He will protect you. So he has to tie you down. Keep you within the parameters of a safe nest he will create, no demon will dare to step into his nest. He will kill every one of them before they can reach you. You were crying...he snapped out of his thoughts, he pulled his finger out, licking it clean, you were so scared, he kissed your hair. He asked, his lips close to your ear, "Are you scared of me, now?" He took his earlobe between his teeth, so, you were too scared to respond. You mumbled, "This is not you..." Dante snapped and growled, caressing your lips, "This is me.....real me...and you like it or not! You will stay and I will protect you! The world is so scary! Demons are vermin, and you will be their target...." Before you could say anything, Dante put two fingers in your mouth. He orders, "Suck..." Your eyes were teary, as one hand still held your hands above your head, you nodded and sucked....he chuckled, "Good..." He pulled his fingers out and parted your legs to see your pussy, "So perfect and wet, tight little pussy..." You were scared as his throbbing cock lays heavy above your slit, he rubbed it between your folds, he was so concentrated, he ordered, "spread your legs wide, Y/N" You nodded and complied, he bullied his fat cock in you, you squeezed your eyes shut and cried, your breathing quick, chest heaving, he pinched your nipple, and then caressed your cheek with back of thumb, you cried looking at him with teary eyes, "It hurts, Dante." Dante coaxed you, "Shh...Shh...Shhhhh.... it's okay, Y/N, It's okay. It will feel good soon. You are going to be all mine." You cried, it hurts so bad, it was your first time, and he was so big, stretching you painfully. Dante was rubbing your clit and then started to move in and out, Dante wanted to, he really wanted to make it all easy for you. But his urge to claim you totally and ravish you was way too strong, you will understand, right? You always do. He is your Dante, you trust him, he protected you. He has to protect you. You were crying as he bit your neck and marked you everywhere. You soon stop crying as he pumps you full of his sperm and caresses his hand on your belly. You were too broken. Dante pulled out, his cum spilling out. He pushed it in with his thumb, "It's for your own good, angel, you will understand in the meantime. You are already at risk for ever associating with me. I have no option but to protect you, you know." You curled up in bed crying, "Why?! I thought you loved me, you would protect me!" Dante picked you up, you didn't fight him and pressed kisses on your forehead, "It is for your own good, you will understand. I promise you will, I will protect you."

You cry knowing how fucked up everything in his life was. It was no excuse for what he did to you, but it wasn't like you could fight him off. And escape was not on your mind, for better or worse you can't abandon him. Afterall, you wanted to be protected all your life.Right?

Tagged: @marshmallows-and-champagne

[theonevoice]

Warning: Ineffable tragedy ahead

I was fidgeting with the possible implication of this post by @aduckwithears and this post by @newfangledfancy because there was something in this sword discussion that hooked my little fanart brain. But as I was mentally sketching ideas I'm afraid I managed to grasp the mental image that was vaguely floating in the back of my mind since the beginning of this sword detail speculation.

It was Gaetano Previati's painting inspired by the episode of Paolo and Francesca in the Canto V of the Divine comedy.

Paolo e Francesca, Gaetano Previati, ca 1887.

If you don't know the episode, it tells the story (an actual historical episode that, at the time, caused such an outcry that some historians compare it to the public reaction that followed Lady Diana's death in the 90s) of a married woman who secretly falls in love with his husband's brother, who secretly loves her back, and for a while they manage to bury their passion, mainly by denying it and not acknowledging it even with themselves. They suppress their feelings so violently that they become dangerously unaware of them, and one day, while they were alone together "without any suspicion" (of their possible fall, so sure they were to have canceled their mutual attraction - but of course it's telling that they chose to spent time together, away from anyone else), they start reading a book about, of all things, the legend of King Arthur, and when they come to the part of Lancelot kissing Guinevere, they are suddenly overwhelmed by their feelings and kiss (here it's were I remind you of the two little figures, one black and one white, kissing in the theater during the title sequence of s2: passion ignited by fiction, be it a novel by Jane Austen or a Richard Curtis movie). And right away they are surprised by her husband, who kills them both with a single stroke of his sword.

This is how Dante tells the story (Francesca is speaking here, and the most relevant part of Dante's retelling is that she and Paolo are depicted as "one character split in two" - I don't need to explain how this is linked to our ineffable husbands) [tentative english translation below]:

"Amor, ch'al cor gentil ratto s'apprende, prese costui de la bella persona che mi fu tolta; e 'l modo ancor m'offende.

Amor, ch’a nullo amato amar perdona, mi prese del costui piacer sì forte, che, come vedi, ancor non m’abbandona.

Amor condusse noi ad una morte. Caina attende chi a vita ci spense. [...]

Noi leggiavamo un giorno per diletto di Lancialotto come amor lo strinse; soli eravamo e sanza alcun sospetto.

Per più fïate li occhi ci sospinse quella lettura, e scolorocci il viso; ma solo un punto fu quel che ci vinse.

Quando leggemmo il disïato riso esser basciato da cotanto amante, questi, che mai da me non fia diviso,

la bocca mi basciò tutto tremante. Galeotto fu ’l libro e chi lo scrisse: quel giorno più non vi leggemmo avante."

Love, that quickly seizes the gentle heart, enthralled him with the beautiful person (1) that was taken from me, and the way (2) still insults me.

Love, that forgives no beloved from loving back, enthralled me with his pleasure (3) so strongly, that, as you see, it still doesn't leave me;

Love brought us to one death; ⁠Caïna (4) awaits him who quenched us from life. [...]

We were reading one day, as a pastime, about Lancelot, and how love seized him; we were alone and without any suspicion (5).

Many times that reading made us raise our eyes, and turned us pale, but only one point was able to overcome us.

Whene we read of the desired smile being kissed by such a lover, this one, who never from me shall be divided,

kissed my mouth all trembling. ⁠Galeotto (6) was the book and he who wrote it. ⁠That day we did not read it any farther.

[sorry if it sounds clunky, I tried to translate the words in a way that conveys also the most widly accepted interpretation of certain passages, but it's still an allegorical poem from the XIII century... here's some notes to clarify a couple of points:

(1) "beautiful person": to be intended as both body and soul.

(2) "and the way": meaning the way in which they were murdered.

(3) "his pleasure": meaning the pleasure of being loved by him.

(4) "⁠Caïna": one of the 4 regions that form the deepest circle of hell, where traitors are punished (the Caina is the place where traitors of their own family are held, named after Cain).

(5) "without any suspicion": meaning they were so sure to be able to control their feelings that they did not "suspect" themselves of giving in to their passion.

(6) "Galeotto": the Italian name of Galehaut, a knight of the Table Round who is responsible for arranging the secret meeting of Lancelot and Guinevere.]

[mercillery]

DANTE WITH A SHY S/O

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + TOXIC STUFF

NOTES: Credits to frit_2 for the beautiful fanart <333

╰┈➤ ❝ I could devour you whole, and yet you hesitate. How delightful. ❞

No one could have ever imagined a man like him being with someone as timid as you, not even his own siblings. He’s the very embodiment of pride and evil. And then there’s you—an incredibly timid and shy soul who somehow ended up with someone so diametrically opposed to your nature. It’s an extraordinary and baffling pairing, so much so that it defies all logic and expectations. 

Your relationship with Dante is definitely shaped by a constant play of power dynamics. Dante thrives on control and dominance, not just in his professional life but also personally. Your shyness and gentle nature provide a counterbalance, creating a dynamic where he often takes the lead. Depending on how you feel about it, this can either be a good thing or a bad thing—a bad thing because you may want to have your own voice, but Dante's leadership completely overshadows it. But most shy people might prefer having someone take the lead for them, right? If that's the case for you, then there's no need to worry—Dante will gladly take on that role. He's been doing it his whole life and has no problem continuing, especially for someone he so dearly loves. His natural confidence and ability to steer situations make him well-suited to guide you, leaving you with little to no worries about taking the lead on anything.

Dante is extremely possessive and protective of you, maybe even more so than he usually is with other women because of your timid nature. While this can sometimes feel suffocating, it also means he is always there, ready to shield you from any danger. His protectiveness doesn't come from a place of gentle care; rather, it's driven by a desire to keep what he considers his from any harm or interference. In Dante's eyes, you are a precious possession, and his protective instincts are fierce and unwavering. Again, this intense possessiveness can be overwhelming, but it also means you are constantly under his vigilant watch, never left to face challenges alone. I guess this is another thing where it’s up to you whether you like it or not.

It pains me to say this next part, but I have to keep him in character, you guys. I’m sorry. 😞

Dante definitely has expectations, and they're pretty high. Your shyness sometimes makes it challenging to meet those expectations, which can lead to him trying to change you—sometimes forcefully. Basically, he might try to mold you into his ideal woman. He'll push you to be more confident, even if you really aren’t feeling like it. However, these little conflicts usually don't last long. In the end, he might actually decide that your shyness suits you better than confidence anyway. Still, these mini-conflicts pop up in your relationship from time to time, and that can get pretty frustrating. It's like a cycle—you clash over your differences, he tries to change you, and then things go back to how they were until the next time. It's not always smooth sailing, that's for sure.

Dante is a master manipulator, and he sometimes uses his charm and power to influence your actions and emotions. He knows how to exploit your shyness to his advantage, subtly guiding you to rely on him more deeply. Over time, this creates a bond of dependency, where you find yourself increasingly drawn into his world and influence. This is the part where I told you how he believes shyness fits you better than confidence—because as much as he loves confident women, he absolutely eats up the way you’re dependent on him, something he craves more and more by the day even if you’re already as dependent on him as one can be. 

Being Dante's lover means you're always close to the other members of the Dark Triad. This might be your very own personal hell because your shyness often makes you vulnerable in such a dangerous and intense environment, but Dante's influence provides a shield of protection around you! But still, you have to navigate the complexities of their group dynamics, which isn't easy. Earning the wary respect of those around him is a delicate balance. They know you're important to Dante, so they tolerate you and watch you closely. This constant scrutiny adds another layer of difficulty, making it even more crucial to find your footing in a world where power and loyalty are everything.

In summary, being Dante Zogratis' shy lover is a journey filled with intense emotions, shifting power dynamics, and deep, albeit complicated, affection. It's not always easy, and it certainly comes with its fair share of challenges. But at the end of the day, you're his golden possession, standing out among all others. That unique bond, for better or worse, sets you apart and ties you closely to him in ways that few others could ever understand. You’re the only case where he’ll gladly nurture you instead of crushing you—like a flower.

[hellcatinnc]

Piofiore Fated Memories - Nicola Francesca Review

Includes Spoilers...

I was going to write this with all the guys from Piofiore but I just can't do it there is so much for me to say and share pics that I'm sure tumblr will block me using too many pics so going to do each guy from there as separate reviews as I do their route. So far I only did Nicola and I only plan to do the good routes because I know the bad routes are super dark.

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This man grabbed my attention from the moment he first winked I have such a thing for flirty guys so "Hello Nicola" my journey I was ready to begin with this beautiful green eyed sexy man. He isn't as flirty as I'm used to but there is something so attractive in how he caries himself and how he talks to Lili. You can tell he cares so much about Dante and has been there for him since they were little this is so honorable of him and shows true loyalty.

His genuine need to protect Lili from the start is so sweet and gentle you can't help but love this man. He talks about being part of the mafia and don't get me wrong he has a rough side but I think he starts falling for Lili even before he realizes it. He lets his walls down so fast its not hard to see how they are so connected and the fact they have in common not the best childhood.

He gets jealous easily but I think thats because Lili is the first person who has come into his life that could truly be his and I think he is scared he could lose that.

He goes out of his way to try to give Dante his life and get him out of the mafia and yes he betrays them which I really am glad they clear up in the end because he really did everything for Dante. That being said there was a strong bond between them that even Dante wanted Nicola to go to her when she was in danger. There was alot of ups and downs between these 2 but over everything he chose Lili even before his own life.

The way he tenderly touches her is breath taking to watch. For a man who spends his life killing people the way he holds her the way he touches her is so sweet makes your heart melt watching how he interacts with her.

The moment he gave in and kissed her the first time was like magic you felt yourself rooting them on then when he does this it was like awww moment. He had never wanted for anything or anyone besides to take care of Dante so when she was willing to give her life to save his he lost it. The battle he had been fighting to not hear her say she loves him and to not feel her touch his walls instantly crashed and she had his heart from there on out.

He was so protective and the fact he was scared to leave her behind tells so much volume about his character and how genuine deep down he is everything else is for show to scare people as he needs to. The moment he gave in to his pleasure with her he couldn't get enough. This man is one of them insatiable men trying to keep their sex drive fed is going to be a task but I'm sure she will enjoy every moment. Then the moment he confesses he is in love with her I had tears in my eyes I was so happy.

Then there is the one other that was so sexy in the short story area after when he says "Good Girl" I melted...

The fight that ended it all he was even sexy when he made it clear to Roberto the shitty psycho cop that she was his. Of course jealous motherfucker couldn't handle it and when he tried to hurt Lili Nicola lost it and shot him cold blooded no thoughts just knew he wanted him dead more than any other. His love for Lili and Dante will be the reason he will kill someone with no remorse. That being said its one thing I love about him because honestly there are a few people close in my life and I would do anything to protect them no matter what. This is what you call a loyal man and that makes him already one of my favorites. Will he be my number one favorite for this game only time will tell but he does have a good happy ending route.

UPDATED REVIEW OF OTHER ROUTES CAN BE FOUND HERE!

[icycoldninja]

Hey love <3 it’s me again, and again I’m sorry if my English is bad hahah I promise I'm trying to improve.

I wanted to know if u could do a headcannon of the Sparda + V with a Fem Reader who has self-harm

It's something I've been going through for a long time and lately it's been a bit difficult for me to handle. I think it could be interesting to see how they would act in a situation like that and what their reaction would be, I feel like at least they wouldn't look at you so badly and they wouldn't judge u too much of the scars on your body haha ​​(cry 🕴️)

Again, if this may seem strange or something too inappropriate, u have every right to ignore it without a problem! 🛐 i really love ur writings 💞

Oh I'm so sorry to hear that. Thanks for requesting, and hopefully this lifts your spirits.

Sparda boys + V x Reader with self harm issues headcannons

Tw: Self harm

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante is the most supportive and loving partner you could hope for, always checking up on you and giving you hugs even when you don't think you need one.

-He doesn't judge your scars or ask you to hide them, if anything, he thinks they're beautiful.

-He will not hesitate to run in and stop you from hurting yourself, if he happens to catch you halfway in the act.

-He squashes you with cuddles and kisses, usually pinning you to the bed or couch to keep you from going anywhere.

-Kisses you all the time, every day, every night, sometimes even while you sleep. He loves you so much and wants you to know that.

-He will help you with your issues, always being there to listen to anything you might want to get out, or to calm you down when you're feeling particularly destructive.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil hates seeing you upset in any way, and while he's not really a touchy feely person, he wants to make you feel better.

-He does this by giving you motivating pep talks every time he has a chance to show you the foolishness behind your detrimental behavior.

-He also limits your access to sharp objects and otherwise dangerous tools.

-Sometimes, somehow, you find a way to break past his defenses and get your hands on a dangerous object, but Vergil will step in and keep you from bringing that object down on your flesh.

-He will then give you a stern, yet loving talking-to, expressing how much he loves you, and at the same time, how angry he is with you for allowing yourself to slip into darkness and depression so easily.

-Sometimes, however, his words backfire. Instead of lifting your spirits with inspiration, they make you feel worse, so he ends up cuddling you to sleep, silently begging for forgiveness and assuring you he loves you all at the same time.

□ Nero □

-Nero understands your struggles, but not how to help you.

-He knows the obvious stuff, to assure you of your self worth (cause you are worth it) and to limit your access to sharp objects.

-He spoils you with attention and affection whenever he's home, pulling you into his lap, cradling you while watching a movie, constantly kissing you as you drift off to sleep, etc.

-He will be there when you're at your lowest, even if he doesn't know what to do. He'll just sit there and hook his arm around you, letting you know he's there if you want to talk or anything.

-He isn't good at verbally comforting people, but he is a great listener, and listen he shall.

-Unload whatever you want on him, Nero will soak it all up like a sponge and then use that knowledge to figure out ways to help you more.

● V ●

-V doesn't judge anything, period.

-He doesn't make comments about your body, or your scars, or give you funny looks, or just treat you negatively in general.

-He loves you more than his own life and would do anything to keep you safe, loved, and happy.

-He won't let you bring any more harm to yourself. If he sees you do it or finds evidence that you have been doing it, he will take away your weapon and cling onto you tightly.

-He won't let go of you when you're cuddling because he's afraid you'll slip away and do something to yourself while he's asleep.

-He might not look it, but his grip is vice-like and he won't let go unless you pry him off of you with a crowbar.

[queercomesthesun]

I will never get over how good the storytelling in Aristotle and Dante is. A love story told from the perspective of someone in denial. An unreliable narrator who is only unreliable about their own feelings because they won't allow themselves to feel them.

A love story in context. coming of age, the intersection of manhood and sexuality and race, the beauty of the language, the way Ari's thoughts read like poetry.

It's pretentious, but that's what makes it feel real. because what 15 year old falling in love isn't pretentious?

Their parents are amazing. The way Ari's parents slowly transition from one-dimensional to complex people with complex emotions and motivations and how we as a reader learn to understand them as Ari does.

I also love how we see Ari's mom tease Ari in the second book.

“Dante’s on the phone.”

“What’s that smile?” I said.

“What smile?”

“Mom, just knock it off.”

It's such a sweet moment, when Ari and Dante's relationship is so fraught with danger and complexity, Liliana teasing him just makes you forget that for a moment. just then, he was just a boy, who's Mom was teasing him about his boyfriend.

The way, particularly in book 2, the book deals with external historical events, namely the AIDS crisis, is so brilliant. Told from the perspective of a teenager, who is scared that his love might, in some way or another, get him killed. Really does a good job illustrating what it was like back then.

The way Ari's storytelling focuses on emotions. Actions and events are short sentences, precise. A did this. B did that. Ari's thoughts though? Ridled with metaphors and descriptors and explanations. Except when he is in a mood where he is keeping things close to his chest.

I've heard some discourse about the book being transphobic, yes Ari isn't very PC in the first book but he's a teenager in El Paso in the 1980s. The second book shows his understanding shift and he changes a little and becomes more accepting of both himself and other people. This is actually handled really well.

The movie came out but is struggling with distribution, so I haven't seen it yet.

[mikia87]

I decided to finally start Piofiore. I'm curious to know why people love this game so much... and Yang.🤔 So far, it’s good.😉

I started with Nicola. He’s so pretty!!!😍

I finished Nicola's route. It was a beautiful love story! I love him so much!!!💚 And Nicola x Liliana ship (they are so sweet)!🥰

But why, Roberto? He has the 3 Mafia bosses in front of him, but he wants to k*ll Nicola. Why does he hate him so much? For Liliana? He's jealous? He loves her?🤔

Yang's route is finally over………. I only have one question. Why?😳 Ok he's handsome, he has a tiny "kinda cute" side and he's horny AF. But he’s a psychopath, he’s egocentric, dangerous and unpredictable. His relationship with Liliana is completely toxic. It's good that he has fans, but it's a big NO for me.😰

I finished Dante’s route. It’s the best story in the game so far. It’s the Da Vinci Code.😆 I really love Dante, he’s my cute baby boy.💙

The love story of Dante x Liliana is amazing. It’s destiny!!! They belong together.🥰

Orlok's route is done. I had a hard time finishing his story (just like Yang). For me, their stories seemed so long & annoying…😑 Orlok’s story was still better than Yang’s.

Also, he’s really not my type... I’m not interested in boys, I want men!

I’ve just finished Gilbert’s route. OMG I love him soooooo much!!!❤️😍 I don't know if I prefer Nicola or Gilbert anymore…

His story was awesome! I like to see the 3 Mafia families unite to find the truth.😁

Henri's route and the finale are done! They were good, but I have mixed feelings about Henri. Poor guy, he suffered so much.😔 I like him, but there are so many misunderstandings in his story.

Just like Gilbert’s story, I like to see all the characters working together to find the truth!😁

[the-void-writes]

grabbing your lover by the shirt or pants, pulling them closer

Thank you so so much for this one! It's taken a long time to get this one to a place where I like it, but it's at least kind of there now. I hope you enjoy this random return of the Villain Winte AU lol

TW: 18+ Only for suggestive content. (It's not overly explicit, but it's their first time.)

Dark Ichor AU - I'll Always Want You

It had been the longest day Dante could ever remember. Chasing off Gazali, dealing with idiotic businessmen, and sorting out his own employees had left him exhausted. Worst of all, he hadn’t seen Will in days. The wretched people of the city had probably scared him into hiding with their horrid words. “Monster,” they called him, like he was no different from the villains he put away for them. He was saving their ungrateful lives, not asking for anything in return, and they never even thanked him. As far as Dante was concerned, no one in the city deserved Will’s help.

Dante stumbled into his suite, only half-awake as he turned on the TV in his room and rummaged through his fridge for some leftovers; a small bit of burnt steak he had gotten on a night out with Will. It hadn’t mattered to Dante that the food was terrible, not when Will had smiled at him so lovingly, so blissfully happy in the company of his own enemy. Gazali may have been the one to suggest all of these little visits, but he hadn’t counted on his prodigy and his enemy falling in love. It was the best accident any of them could have made.

As Dante returned to his bedroom, lightly picking at the burnt food, he turned his attention to the TV. The reporters were gushing over Gazali’s team, and their rescue of the boat out on harbor. Dante shook his head and laughed. Gazali couldn’t be trusted with a bike, let alone a boat. The public was just finding every excuse to not thank Will, the only hero strong enough to lift a boat out of the water in the first place. He must have decided to tag along for one of Gazali’s publicity meetings, and it was a good thing he had, from the looks of the boat that now rested on the shore.

To Dante’s surprise, the cameraman actually focused on Will, who was standing behind the whole team. Gazali brought Will forward so he could speak, and Dante couldn’t help but admire every part of his expression— His eyes shimmering with wonder, his lips twitching nervously, the way he wrinkled his nose at something the reporter said. It pained Dante terribly, knowing how long it had been since he had kissed that adorable man.

“How have things been for you since that fiasco at the charity ball?” the reporter asked.

“Oh, much better,” Will said. “Always busy, I’m sure you’ve seen. I’m just grateful to be a part of it, you know?”

So humble, so calm, even when he had every right to snap at them for daring to imply that the destruction at the ball was his fault. Dante whispered to the screen, as though Will was standing right in front of him.

“How could anyone call you a monster? What danger could they possibly see in you?”

Will suddenly laughed at something the reporter said, and that sweet, wonderful noise made Dante go weak in the knees. All he wanted was to have that beautiful hero in his arms, whispering his name, touching his chest, maybe even using his powers on him… The more he stared at Will’s image, the more he ached for him.

Dante had already excited himself with his thoughts and memories of his partner. Will’s smile, his laugh, his walk, his little dances in the kitchen, every last bit built up inside Dante like a fire as he absent-mindedly stroked his neck. Will would probably combust from embarrassment if he could see the images that flashed in Dante’s mind, which pleased him a little too much. He would have loved to see the look on Will’s face, to prove to him that he could indeed drive someone so unbelievably mad with desire.

“Will, baby—”

“Dante?”

His eyes flew open as he turned and found Will on the balcony, staring at him with an obvious tint in his cheeks.

“Did you say my name?”

“Baby— Hey, I—” Dante cleared his throat. “I thought you were at the harbor.”

“They stopped rolling the cameras an hour ago. I tried to duck out early.” Will glanced down. “Did I… interrupt you?”

Neither one of them could look away. Eventually, Dante couldn’t help but laugh, falling back over with the force of it.

“What timing, huh?”

Will struggled to hide his own laugh. “I’m sorry.”

Dante smiled at him. “No, don’t be. I wasn’t doing anything… yet.”

“Wow, okay.” Will chuckled. “You really missed me that much?”

“Of course, I did! I’ve been bored and stressed out of my mind without you here.”

Will approached him and took his hand, doing his best to avoid looking at his pants. “I’m really sorry, Gazali had us doing a lot of prep stuff.”

Dante sat up again. “Here, let me fix all this, and you can tell me all about it.”

He stopped as Will rested his hand on his chest. It felt even better than Dante had envisioned, especially when he traced along his shoulder.

“I really make you feel this way?”

Dante brought Will’s hand to his lips and kissed his palm. “More than you’ll ever know, baby. I adore you”

Will’s deep eyes were glossy with tears. Before either of them knew it, he sat down across Dante’s lap, stroked his cheek, and kissed him gently. His hands ran up and down his chest. Dante tangled his fingers in the collar of Will’s shirt, trying to pull him closer than what was physically possible. After a while, Will pulled away and spoke gently against his lips.

“Can I help you?”

“Help?”

“I mean— It sounds like we’ve both been stressed out. We could use some fun, right?”

Dante grinned. “I don’t think you know how goddamn happy you just made me.”

“I can feel it, don’t worry.”

He snickered as Dante looked down between them.

“Right, sorry.”

“I just can’t believe I make you feel that way.”

“Will…” He kissed his neck softly. “This isn’t even half of what I feel for you.”

“Then please,” Will said, “show me.”

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Will was woken up by a gentle hand running through his hair, something he hadn’t felt in years. It was even better than he remembered, to the point where he was scared to open his eyes and find it all a dream. A smile graced his lips as he enjoyed the peace and attention. Then, a low whisper brought him back to the waking world.

“Good morning.”

Such a beautiful voice, like sweet honey in a strong glass of whiskey, that mix of fire and comfort. It sounded like home. Will opened his eyes and found Dante staring down at him, a serene smile resting on his face.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hi,” Will said, so timidly that it made Dante laugh.

“How are you feeling?”

“Feeling?”

“Any pain? Soreness, your fever— I hope I didn’t overdo anything.”

Everything about the night before clicked back into place. Will turned his head to the intricate embroidery on the sheets, anything to hide how red his cheeks were.

“Oh, not at all,” he said. “You were— wonderful.”

Dante grinned. “So were you.”

“God, I doubt it.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He laid back down, propping his head up with his elbow. “I think you need a recap of last night, because you seem to have forgotten how goddamn incredible you were.”

“Dante—”

“I mean, if the window was still open, everyone on the street would have heard me yelling your name.”

“Okay, I get it!”

Dante laughed, and Will couldn’t help but laugh with him. He pulled Dante back down for a proper kiss, holding him close to his chest. Dante grinned against his lips.

“Something on your mind?”

“Just stay with me, please.” Will wrapped his arms around his neck. “This is nice.”

Dante leaned down to kiss his chest. “Don’t worry, I’ll stay for as long as you want me, sunshine.”

He smiled as Will held his face, tracing all the edges and stress lines that Dante had once hated. That was before he had someone who would look at him the way Will did, the way an artist looked at their muse. Dante could feel every bit of love that his partner had for him. He was more than just his hero… he was an angel.

“I’ll always want you,” Will said.

Dante rested his head against his shoulder. “Then, I’ll always be with you.”