#I still haven’t met yamato

[inafallsaway]

I think they’d be funnn hehehe

everyone see my vision right now I demand it

[goingsunnythousandmerry]

Sabo x Marine!Reader. Ya know like enemies to lovers

Sabo x Marine Reader

Authors Note: Hey as requested, here is my attempt at Marine Reader x Sabo, enemies to lovers. I blame Yamato for my marine character being the daughter of Akainu Sakazuki, because fuck that guy, and I bet his kids would hate him. Marine Reader also  kind of seems like a female version of Koby. Anyways, attempt at enemies to lovers as requested. Let me know your thoughts below, next time I may do Sabo x Subordinate, because I love an authority figure. Not sure I got Sabo’s voice quite right, I haven’t watched episodes with him in them in awhile. Hope you like it. Let me know your thoughts or requests below. Thanks Friends!

Def some fluff and for sure some NSFW. Daddy issues for days with this marine reader.

Warnings: MDNI, Daddy issues, penetration, vaginal sex, breeding kink, fingering, strip search, glove kink, finger sucking, I do not own these character, messy aftercare, I hate Sakazuki

You were a vice admiral in the marines, promoted for your valor at Marineford. A decision not suggested by your father, the new fleet admiral, Akainu Sakazuki. He’d taught you from a young age to believe in justice, however you never embraced his views of absolute justice. You failed to see life as only black and white, as he did. Rather, you saw a world full of color. With this view you knew there were reasons behind criminal actions. Your desire to help others was why you joined the marines like your father. Continuing your beliefs under your father’s regime had been hard, especially, when you came face to face with a criminal you had met before. A criminal who, by your father, was wanted desperately to be made an example to the world, for his crimes.

You stood in a hallway on an upper floor overlooking the socializing plaza at this year's Reverie. You were assigned to guard the hall, a floor above the meeting rooms for the Reverie, you didn’t expect much trouble. You listened vigilantly and walked the hall of your post, occasionally looking out below at the socializing royalty in the courtyard below. You’d been on duty a few hours and so far, nothing roused suspicion. Looking at the people below, you took particular notice of those from Fishman Island, Arabasta Kingdom, Cherry Blossom Kingdom, and Dressrosa. These characters were all from areas Strawhat Luffy had been to. You found it fascinating how they had found and flocked to one another.

To you, Strawhat Luffy was an interesting character, a pirate in what seemed like name only, he helped people. Yet, he declared war upon the world government, the agency you worked for. He also had done a great job of making your world government look bad for its involvement with pirates and in pirate affairs. You knew changes could be made and hoped that in your slow rise to power, you could help change them. However, you knew with your father in charge everyone was in danger. Trying to have open discussions on justice as a child with your father led to more training hours and more meals you were left unfed.

As you stood and stared out the window, you reflected on those discussions. Your train of thought was broken by the sound of a small chuckle from behind one of the columns down the hall from where you stood. You gasped and turned your head in the direction of the noise, your hair whipping behind you as shifted. You looked on as a man with a top hat and burn mark to his left eye stepped out from behind a column. Your breath caught in your chest as you studied him.

“Sa-Sabo, Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army.” You stuttered out through gritted teeth.

You unsheathed a (weapon of your choice) and ran at him. He laughed harder as you came hurtling towards him. As you were about to strike, he stopped you by grabbing your wrists. Hands still in the air mid-strike, you fought through gritted teeth to hit him with your weapon. The two of you panted and stared directly into one another's eyes.

“That’s no way to treat an old friend. It’s good to see you again, Y/N.” Sabo said to you with a smile in his calm voice.

“Friend? Sabo, you are part of the Revolutionary Army working against the World Government. I’m a Marine, thus you fight against everything I believe in! You’re no friend of mine.” You replied as you lifted a leg to kick him.

Sabo took the hit, but didn’t budge from his position. He chucked again and easily overpowered you for your weapon, tossing it down the hall behind you. As he took your weapon, you lost your footing and stumbled backwards.. Sabo caught you by the waist, ensuring you didn’t fall.

“Well the last time we met, you let me go.” He replied as he looked deeper into your eyes, now holding tightly to your waist.

You shoved him off you and took a step away from him. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to calm your angered breathing. Your eyes fluttered to the ground then back to the man before you, who was now thumbing at his top hat.

“Shut up. I thought I told you to forget about that and never speak of it…” You said with a pause.”I’d seen enough bloodshed at Marineford. I wasn’t ready for another execution… another war.”

“As you wish, vice admiral. That look suits you by the way.” He replied as he examined your outfit up and down. 

You were wearing the signature white Marine coat over your shoulders, a low cut top, and short skirt. You felt your outfit displayed your femininity while proving you were still ready to throw hands at any time. Sabo looked down to adjust his gloves, then returned his gaze to meet yours.

“Although, I don’t hate the World Government. I hate Celestial Dragons and what they do to the world.I hate that the World Government protects them.” 

Sabo stopped speaking and stared at you with more intensity. You took another step back as your mind raced through strategies to get your weapon back. Without it, you knew your actions were fruitless. You were willing to fight in hand to hand combat, but you had seen first hand the strength of Sabo’s dragon claw when you last met. You weren’t willing to take your chances with that, you had too much good to do in the world still. You breathed through gritted teeth as Sabo shook his head at you.

“I don’t think our views are all that different if we broke it down.” Sabo said.

“What are you doing here Sabo? Come to ruin the Reverie? I thought the Reverie would only help your cause, it’s a meeting for countries to discuss their issues and broker peace.” You argued as you aggressively took a step towards him.

In the gray walled hallway intermixed with square windows, you stood alone with Sabo. You looked at the wall behind Sabo and studied a tile, remembering that the hallways that connected to where you were stationed were empty of fellow Marines. This portion of the floor was guarded by you and you alone. You could try to scream, but that would make you look weak. You wrinkled your nose at the man in front of you and thought harder of ways to get back up to assist you. With your weapon, you could deal some damage, but you knew how strong Sabo was. You’d need an admiral to face him, especially now that he had the flame-flame fruit. Who knew if he was alone or if he had backup nearby. It of course, had to be one day you had grabbed your regular handcuffs instead of your sea prism ones. 

Suddenly, you remembered the transponder snail in the pocket of your coat. If you could just manage to call someone and let them hear you in casual conversation with Sabo, surely, they would send an admiral to help you. You didn’t know what your father would do to Sabo, but coming to Mary Geoise during the Reverie meant he and the rest of the Revolutionary Army were up to no good and needed to be stopped. Peace was at risk. 

“Well I’m here on business that won't affect the Reverie, I assure you, but it needs to be done. I saw you standing here all alone and wanted to say Hi, and thank you for last time.” He spoke with a smile as he tipped his hat to you. “So thank you, Y/N. I’ll be taking my leave now. I hope we meet again.” Sabo added as he began to turn and walk away from you.

You quickly shoved your hand in your pocket and grabbed for the transponder snail. Your thumbs began to dial before it was out of your pocket, knowing the precise number to call. In an instant, a hand was grasping your forearm and blonde hair fell into your face.

“AGH!” You yelled as you were slammed into one of the hallway walls. 

Sabo’s hands were pinning your wrists above your head. You squirmed, trying to break free from his grasp, but to no avail. The transponder snail fell from your hand with a thud. Sabo shifted his arms, holding your wrists above your head in one of his hands and searching your coat pockets with the other. Your legs separated father apart as you squirmed against his hold, and he Sabo stood between them. 

“Now, why would you go and do something like that? All I was doing was thanking you. I’ve searched your coat pockets, but be honest with me… do you have any other weapons or ways of making calls hidden under your clothes? You know besides those weapons of mass destruction.” He said as his eyes trailed down to admire your breasts through your low cut top.

“No.” You replied through gritted teeth, still trying to wiggle your way out of his grasp.

“I never thought the man who killed my brother would have such an attractive daughter.” He replied with a small chuckle.

“Brother!?” You asked with a gasp, pausing momentarily from fighting his gloved hands that confined your wrists above your head.

Sabo looked down at the ground between the two of you. Then returned his gaze to you. His grip loosened slightly. He took a deep breath as his eyes turned to meet yours.

“Ace.” 

You gasped.

“Then are you also….” You began with widened eyes as your jaw fell closer to the floor.

“Brothers with Strawhat Luffy? Yes.” He replied with a nod.

You sank down the wall and as your breath caught in your chest from the news you had just received. Sabo put his other hand around your waist to keep you from sliding to the ground. He smiled at you then looked down the hallway to where earlier, you had been gazing at the socializing plaza.

“I saw you. That group of people you were watching out there, they were all brought together by my brother. That’s what he does. He may be a pirate, but he helps people and brings them together to make the world better. He’s going to be King of the Pirates and the World Government isn’t going to be able to stop him… or I’ll be the first to stand in their way and I won’t be the only one, but I won’t let anyone take his dreams from him.” He responded, returning his gaze to meet yours. 

His gloved fingers tightened on your waist. A small breath escaped your lips as you stared at Sabo. There was so much love in his eyes. Love and determination, like what you had seen from Ace and Luffy that day at Marineford. Before your father had… Your eyes started to water as you looked at Sabo’s kind features. He let go of your wrists, allowing your hands to fall to your side. You reached for Sabo’s shirt, gripping it tightly between your fingers. A gasp escaped his lips as he looked on at your eyes filling with tears. You shook your head as tears started rolling down your cheeks.

“Sabo, I didn’t agree with it. I didn’t want Ace to be executed. I still can't believe it… He was such a nice guy. Hell, he convinced me to keep being a marine when I was over my fathers justice tirades. He thought I should go after my dreams if it was what my heart longed to do.” You yelled, looking at eyes glistening wet with tears.

“What?” Sabo asked, gasping as he took a step back from you and the wall.

“In my early days of being a marine, I had a night off and went to a bar to cool off. I was frustrated with my fathers expectations. I sat next to a guy at the bar who noticed how upset I was. He listened to me and told me to go after my dreams. Little did I know until I saw him again atl Marineford… that day it was Ace, the FireFist himself… just in a crappy disguise. A pirate telling a marine to keep being a marine, just because it’s what she longed to do. That’s not someone who deserves to die because of who their parents were.” 

You looked down at your hands on his chest. You could feel how chiseled his chest was through his shirt. You slowly let go as you started to realize you were enjoying being this close to Sabo, you liked the feeling of his hand on your waist. He was your enemy, a sworn enemy of the World Government, a sworn enemy of what you believed in. Yet, here you were having a meaningful conversation with him and enjoying his touch.

“That’s Ace for you. Luffy’s just like him… Never give up on your dream, Y/N. If you ran the World Government I know the world would be in better hands. Keep making your way. Understand, knowing that though, I can’t stop living my dream either. Even if it opposes yours. I have to keep fighting for a world not ruled over by Celestial Dragons.” 

He took a step closer to you and wiped your cheeks. His calloused fingers felt comforting against your soft water covered cheek. Fireworks shot through your body as he moved his hand from your cheek back to your waist. You straightened up against the wall and pulled him closer to you. Your eyes met his as you nodded in understanding about what he had just said. 

“You never answered my question about the weapons…?” Sabo prodded as he slid a hand up your torso.

You laughed. Your stomach filled with butterflies as you stared into his dark caring eyes. He, an enemy, just wanted you to pursue your passion, and he thought you’d make the world better for doing it. He was so handsome standing before you, so commanding in his white blouse and jacket. His typical expression, full of determination and rage, but in other moments, you could see the softness he was showing you now. You bit your lip as you began to notice his lips inches from yours. You took a deep breath as you let the warmth of his touch envelop you with courage. 

“Guess you’ll have to search me.” You replied, raising your eyebrows.

His lips raised to a smirk. Sabo nodded his head and sighed. 

“As you wish, Vice admiral. I tried to offer you the easy way, but you’ve chosen the hard way.”

Sabo’s hands roamed their way from your waist to the base of your plump breasts. Your head leaned back to hit the wall at the feeling of his caress. He squeezed and began to play with your covered breasts. His lips fell to your neck where he placed wet kisses and took small nibbles until he reached your collarbone. A moan escaped your lips causing your hands to fall from his chest to the wall behind you. He continued to study your breast with one hand while the other circled your aroused nipple that poked through your shirt and bra. You let your legs spread and lifted one hand to run through his hair as he nibbled at your cleavage. 

Your right breast continued to be played with as his other hand traced down your torso and waist to your thighs. At your thighs his hand rubbed up and down your skirt a few times, stopping as he lifted his head from your chest to look you in the eye. You nodded at him as his hand played with the hem of your skirt. His hand rubbed up your thigh until it found your core. Your hands fell back against the wall as his hand traced your wet core through your panties. 

“So wet for me already… A wanted man is making you this wet… who knew the vice admiral could be such a rule breaker.”

“Did you find what you were looking for..?”

“Not yet, I’m going to have to do a more thorough search.”

You grabbed Sabo’s wrist to stop him from moving further. You bit your lip and raised your chin to look him in the eye. 

“Come with me.”

Sabo nodded back at you, allowing you to take his hand and lead him from the empty hallway. You turned a few corners, stopping to look for other marines before you did, finally stopping in front of a doorway. You rummaged through your pocket and pulled out a key. You opened the door and flipped on the light inside the room. The light revealed inside the room sat a desk with some paperwork and a picture frame on it, a desk chair, a bar cart, and a few pieces of artwork. The art on the wall mostly quotes about justice. You entered the room and sat on the desk, crossing your legs as you did.  Sabo stopped in the doorway and looked around.

“What is this?”

“My dad’s office.” You said, blinking your eyes at him. “Not his main one, just an auxiliary one. Just remember, we aren’t friends and don’t thank me for it next time. I’m a vice admiral, Sabo. So next time… I’m turning you in. I’ll train, so I’m strong enough. You’ll be my ticket to admiral.” You said with a smirk.

Sabo stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.

“And this time..?

  You shoved some papers off the desk onto the floor and rested your hands on your crossed legs. Sabo rested his top hat on the bar cart and stared at you.

“This time? You can show me what being a Revolutionary means.”

“I like the sound of that. Now where were we? I think I was still searching for weapons and communication devices.”

Sabo approached the desk. You leaned back, relaxing on your hands which rested flat on the desk surface, supporting your weight. Sabo’s gloved hand caressed your knee and pulled your legs apart, spreading them wide. He stepped between your legs, his lips slamming against yours as his hand inched its what up your legs to grip your thighs. His tongue tickled at your bottom lip waiting to be let inside. Your lips parted slowly, letting him in and  allowing his tongue to take over yours. Your breathing grew heavy as you reached for his neck, pulling him deeper into your embrace. His pelvis rubbed against your still clothed core causing his pants to grow tighter against you. Your hand fell from his neck to his waist where you felt at his hardening member through the fabric of his pants. 

Your lips separated from his, allowing you a moment to breathe. Sabo’s lips trailed down your neck as one of his gloved hands slithered up to your heated core. A finger pulled your panties aside and began tracing your wet folds. You moaned as his fingers slid upwards and began circling your clit. His other hand roamed its way to your entrance and teased at your folds. Lost in the sensation of his fingers, you were caught off guard as his teeth dug into your shoulder.

“Sabo.” You moaned in his ear from the mixed sensations from his body parts.

“Do you want a criminal to finger you, marine?”

You nodded against his shoulder.

“Fuck me, Chief of Staff Sabo.”

“Never knew a marine to beg like this, but I like it.”

Sabo pressed his lips back to yours and ran his fingers through your hair. He bit at your  lip causing you to moan louder against his kiss. You moved your hands down his chest to his waist, where you started to unbuckle his belt. His hands met yours and forced them to wrap around his neck.

“Not yet. Have to search you first.” He said with a smirk before pulling at your clothes.

Sabo pushed off your coat and lifted at the hem of your top. Once your top was removed all that remained was your purple bra. A smile formed across his lips as he admired it for a moment before his lips established connection with yours again. Calloused fingers danced on your back until they found and undid your bra clasp. He pulled your bra off you in one swift motion. His tongue fought yours for power as he began playing with you exposed sensitive nipples. You moaned against his wet lips causing him to laugh against yours. Kisses began trailing down your chest until they found your nipples, where Sabo began taking small nibbles. As the tingle in your abdomen began to grow, Sabo’s still gloved hands trailed down your waist back to your exposed thighs.

In another smooth motion, Sabo lifted you from the desk and pulled your skirt and panties off. His lips still pressed to yours, as he returned you to the desk. He began rubbing his thumb in circles higher and higher up your bare thighs. His hands froze just before your core. You moaned with desire pulling out of the kiss to rest your head against his cheek and catch your breath. Sabo stood up tall and admired the view before him.

“I wouldn’t have guessed that’s what you were hiding under there.” 

“Well, what are you going to do about it? Such a high bounty, you have to be good for something.” You said with a chuckle as you bit your lip. 

Sabo’s gloved fingers moved up your thighs and slowly traced your entrance. You needed him. Your hips bucked towards his at the start of the new sensation. You moaned as a second hand began drawing shapes over your clit. You leaned back on your elbows against the desk. Your breathing grew heavier and more rapid.

“Sabo.” You moaned.

His gloved middle and ring fingers moved between your folds and pushed inside you. You moaned at the feeling of the cool leather and new thickness inside you. His fingers steadily pumped in and out of you, while his other hand began tapping and rubbing at your clit. Your hips bucked furiously against him as your craving for his fingers to stay inside you grew.  He chuckled and brought his lips back to yours. This time your kiss was sloppy as drool began dripping from your lips as he finally began giving attention to your sensitive spot. You loved his fingers, especially with his gloves still on, but you couldn’t help but wonder what was under his trousers. As his lips easily overpowered you, Sabo began switching between tapping and holding pressure on your sensitive spot with his gloved fingers. Sabo’s left hand slowed its motions against your clit as his other hand played with your sensitive spot. You moaned against his lips as the heat built in your abdomen.

“Sabo, going to cum.”

With that Sabo removed his fingers from your folds and removed his lips from yours. You whined at the loss of thickness within your walls. He deviously looked at you and brought his gloved fingers to your lips. 

“Sabo, need you.” You begged, hips bucking towards him and hands grabbing at his waist.

“Look at the mess you made. Better clean it up.” He instructed as he pushed his fingers into your mouth.

You licked and sucked on his gloved fingers, swallowing every last drop of your wetness. When he was satisfied he removed his digits from your lips and began unzipping his trousers.

“Now, I have somewhere to be, so we have to make this quick. You were so tight against my fingers, I can’t wait to feel you clench against me. Are you ready?” He asked as he dropped his pants and briefs to his ankles. 

You licked your lips as his hard member flung out and hit your throbbing core. He was big, and you questioned whether you could take all of him. You sat up and reached for his member, pumping it a few times. He grunted as you moved it up and down your wet folds. He repositioned as you played with his length at your entrance and grabbed your thighs with his gloved hands.

“Put your hands on my shoulders. You, marine, need to learn what your enemy is capable of.” 

You nodded in response. Sabo took his member from your grasp and as he did, you placed your hands on his shoulders. Slowly, he began pressing his pink tip against your entrance. You clenched your jaw as the girth of his member was a bit painful as it entered you. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You wanted this, so you smiled through it. Sabo stopped and looked at you, having noticed your breathing had changed.

“Can’t handle me, Y/N? Want me to stop?” He asked.

“No, Sabo. Need you.” You said as your eyes fluttered open and you pulled his lips against yours.

Sabo gently pushed his length in further. He stopped your kiss as your walls began to clench around him. He grinned as his length began to twitch inside you. Once your walls had relaxed some, he started to move his length in and out of you. His pace was moderate at first. You saw passion build in his eyes. He pulled your hips closer to his, forcing you to lie back some. His hips began to buck furiously against you causing his length to hit your cervix and the desk to shake. His balls slapped against your pelvis and perineum.

“Sabo” You called as your eyes widened.

Your head fell back in pleasure as he slammed against your cervix again, causing a picture to fall off the desk. Your hands moved to grip the edge of the desk for dear life, as the heat in your core built again. Your eyes started to water at the mix of pleasure and pain from Sabo’s pace combined with his deepness.

“Can you handle this?”

“Yes! Sabo!”

Sabo continued thrusting into you. Your breasts jiggled in his face, when he was at his deepest point within you. You moaned with every entrance, your eyes starting to water. Your thighs tried to clench around his arms, but he fought you, continuing to rail you deeper and deeper with his long thick dick. Your walls clenched harder around him.  Your hips fought his hand trying to buck against him for more friction on your clit.

“Sabo, going to cum.” You cooed through gritted teeth as he railed you faster.

“Me too. Going to finish in you and let it pour out onto this desk.” 

Sabo slammed into you twice more, as he did a tear rolled down your cheek.

“SABO.” You moaned loudly as you felt the heat in your abdomen burst.

Your juices dripped out of your entrance and down your thighs. He pounded you through your ecstasy. As you came down from yours, you felt a warmth explode inside you. His length twitched and he dropped your thighs to grab the desk, for support as he rode out his ecstasy inside you. The two of you panted, still intertwined. Steadily he removed his length from you allowing both your juices to drip from within you and pool on the desk. 

Sabo reached for a towel from the bar cart and wiped himself off, tossing a fresh one to you when he was done. You sat up and wiped yourself down, then reached to clean up the desk. You paused and looked up at him.

“I’m going to leave the mess, I want my father to know someone was here. I want him to know someone was ravaged on his desk.”

“Not, so innocent yourself, aye, Vice Admiral?” Sabo questioned as he zipped his pants and placed his top hat back on his head.

You crossed your legs and stared at him as he adjusted his coat. He was handsome for a criminal and he sure knew what he was doing when it came to pleasing a woman. That still didn’t tell you why he was here. He certainly had not come all this way to fuck you in your dad’s office.

“What are you doing here, Sabo? This was a fun detour, but you know I can’t let you go again.” You said as you stood up from the desk shakily.

“Why do you think I fucked you, so hard?” He said with a devious smile. 

You reached for the desk drawer knowing your father usually left a back up transponder snail inside. Sabo pinned you back onto the desk and threw the drawer open. He found the snail and put it in his pocket. Before removing himself from you, he smirked as he once again admired your still naked form.

“Shame I don’t have time for a second round, Y/N. The first was fun, but I really must be going. Until next time.” Sabo said as he slammed his lips against yours once more and squeezed your breasts in his gloved hands.

Sabo removed himself from you and ran out the door. You sat up and groaned. 

“My goodness, am I going to let that man get to me like that everytime?” You thought to yourself.

You stood up and put your clothes back on. Once you were dressed you turned off the lights, exited the door, and locked the room behind you.

“He said he wasn’t here to wreck the Reverie, but what could he be here for..? Well, he did take care of me, I think that warrants the head start I just gave him.” You whispered to yourself.

You took off in the direction of your weapon. Once you had your weapon in hand, you headed for the other side of the floor to find a transponder snail you could use to report the intruder. 

“Better start coming up with a cover story now… He was too fast for me? He pleased me into submission? He overpowered me and took my transponder snails? That’s it. Not too far from the truth, there may just have been a little detour.” You thought to yourself as you ran.

[nakimov]

To Live or Die

Chapter 9 - a run in

Decided to get back to this. If you’re new here you can click on synopsis and read from prologue.

Synopsis

WC: 1253

As the days flew by, your curiosity started to get to you whether you’ll ever meet your parents was up in the air. However, Souji kept his distance which was unusual.

Kondo has been working and Souji was helping him whenever he was needed. You on the other hand was wondering if you should venture out more when they leave… Souji may have a panic attack if you disappear. So it was understandable to not leave without telling them.

You haven’t been targeted as of yet by anyone since you’ve been staying at the former Shieikan dojo which has been turned into a residence for you, Kondo and Souji. “Oh, I found you.” His chirpy voice caught your attention. You spotted him with his usual purple kimono, white baggy pants and loose grey haori.

“Found? I have been here for a while.” You were outside in their backyard reading one of Yamanami’s old books he left behind before moving to Kyoto under Aizu’s orders.

There have been quite a lot of new changes since, but you always admired some of the others and missed them dearly. “Is that—"

“Ya, one of his favourite history books of the politics during the Sengoku period. Yamanami-san was really a nerd. Besides, why were you looking for me?” You changed the topic. Souji was caught off guard as he had nearly forgotten.

“Oh! Uh, Kondo-san wanted to know what you’d wanted to eat tonight since he’s off today.” You shrugged whether that was why he needed to ask you that. He knows you would put up with anything that Kondo made.

“I’m fine with whatever he wants to make. I may go explore a bit in town for a few hours.” You closed the book and stood up. Souji gave you a blank expression before nodding soon after.

“If you need—"

“I’ll be fine this time!” Your hand flew to the back of your head awkwardly remembering the incident that happened not even a week ago down at Yokohama port. What an embarrassment… he gave you a slight frown but didn’t want to show his concerns. He certainly preferred if you didn’t wander. He was wondering if he should tail you but if he was caught then it could cause even more issues between you two.

He’d still rather take the risk than if something happens to you…

It was already mid-afternoon as you passed by many of the shops down the same road as last time. You wanted to find one of the spice shops to help Kondo with the flavouring of meals. However, there were more people in the crowded streets of Edo. Why was it so busy? You had stopped in your tracks and noticed a very familiar face speaking to a few of the higher officials of the new Meiji government.

Ryoma Sakamoto.

You met him a long time ago. He was part of the reason why the Tokugawa shogunate collapsed and returned its power to the imperial court. He was rather famous— more looked up to by the young kids and the commoners. He probably doesn’t remember you. It was interesting to see him here in public of all places.

His black hair was nicely tied up messily and he still wore the same old black kimono clothing. Someone tapped on your shoulder which made you jump in your spot from staring at Sakamoto for too long.

“Huh? Sorry—"

“No, no! Haha, I saw you staring off into space for a minute there.” A young woman had moved you to the side so others could walk down the street. Embarrassment had filled you from not paying attention to your surroundings like usual.

“I should get going, I need to find Mr. Yamato’s spice shop.” You were quick to feel embarrassed but as you were going to leave you had rammed into him.

“S–Sorry! I— I didn’t see you!” you were for sure dead. Your head was lowered apologetically. However, he laughed.

“Raise your head and loosen up a bit! What’s with that look? You lost or something?” Sakamoto was alone and the men he was with had left it seems. You were even more embarrassed and no words could form. You had just nodded and tried to rush passed him.

Just as you were about to leave, Sakamoto stopped in his tracks remembering your familiar face.

“Wait a minute, you look familiar like we met somewhere.” This made your heart stop and you could feel your hands sweating. He has a lot of power in the new government. He also has a gun on his waist. So he must be a part of the military or law enforcement to have such privileges.

“You’re the pretty girl that helps the old lady down the street who owns the flower shop?” He had a smug look on his face which you nodded.

“Y— Ya that’s me. I’m just a boring civilian who likes to care for others,” you were nervous and being around him wasn’t helping.

“Like to care for others, you don’t say?” he was very flirtatious and he was making your face bright red from simple remarks. How much more could you take, he nearly has you squealing internally.

“Y-Ya! Sorry, I should get going, sir! I– I need to find Yamato’s spice shop,” you lowered your head apologetically. He gave you a suspicious look before speaking.

“That old fart died years ago, where are you from? I think you are lost. Need me to company you—"

“N–No! I mean– I just returned to Edo and it’s been years so I didn't know. I'm saddened to hear that as well. Sorry…” You wanted to leave, but this man had you cornered with questions and suspicions.

“Well, if you don’t say… take care of yourself next time and look where you’re walking,” he was about to leave but turned his head once more.

“Tell Kondo-san he still owes me for sparing his life and that boy as well. I’m sure this won’t be the last time we see each other. Until we meet again,” he continued to walk and waved with one arm up lazily.

You were freaking out internally. He knew the entire time?! You started to run back to the Shieikan with your heart pumping faster than normal.

Without your knowledge, Souji had watched your encounter with this man. His blood spiked in anger. He was part of the reason why they lost the war and was flirting with you?

He hated to overthink things. Ryoma was a good-looking man but the way he made you flustered instantly pissed Souji off. If he could use his sword, he would easily kill that man if he tried anything. However, with the ban on kenjutsu training and carrying katanas, he wouldn’t be able to fight as they used to. He also has a gun…

One question that was stuck on Souji’s mind was why don't you get flustered like that with him? Souji was glaring intently at his back as he walked. Thankfully, you didn’t see him since there were too many people and a nice amount of buildings to use to cover.

Now, he has to make an excuse why he wasn’t home since you were rushing back in a hurry. Sakamoto really put that much fear in you? He could feel his demon instinct calling for him to kill but he was holding back.

For the first time, Souji was cursing at himself for letting someone like him get to him.

Note: gonna be translating chapter 17 of Chiruran soon. May put off some one shots / requests for now.

[therealkbaji]

THE GUESTBOOK

— For my friends only. Ah, I tend to forget peoples numbers a lot so…if I did forget yours, let me know.

(dri here: this is for other charanon blogs! think of it like a little contact list <3 if you wanna be on it just shoot us an ask!)

RINDOU H. ( @thebetterhaitani ) — “That’s a big bitch. I have to eat my wheaties before I try and fight that man.”

TAKASHI M. ( @saintsuya ) - "Beautiful guy. Pretty sure he could drink me under a table. Wicked good at beer pong."

HAJIME U. ( @twumemiya ) - "Any man that hauls around ten pound bags of soil and rice for fun is not a man I want to piss off. He's my karaoke partner when Fuyu's too drunk to stand."

REN K. ( @rkaji ) - "He bites. Learned that the hard way. But his music taste? Outmatched. 10/10 would let him bite me again. Might even bite back. We'll have a bite-off."

MITSUKI K. ( @kiryucutie ) - "Pretty boy who can scrap. Don't know if I want to fight him or fuck him....Don't read too deeply into that."

SEISHU I. ( @seishuinc ) - “Long time friend of mine. What’s that? If he was always like that? Well, I could say no, but…truthfully? I think he’s always had it in him. Just took a while for it to show. Not like he doesn’t have a reason for it, guy’s gorgeous. Cant pull more than I can at a bar though so, can’t say I’m threatened by him 😌.”

CHIKA T. ( @holychika ) - “The reason why I believe in having the right to bear arms. If he comes at me too fast in the night I might punch him or something. He’s not too bad though…sometimes, at least.”

HARUKA S. ( @sakurasunshine ) - “On sight whenever I see him. Really fun to scrap with. Guy doesn’t fight nearly as dirty as me though 😁 Has yet to beat me 💪🏼”

AKIHIKO N. ( @n-akihiko ) - “Oh Nirei! Yeah, I know him. Hangs around Dri a lot. He’s nice! Pretty skittish usually, but once or twice I saw this look in his eye…I think there might be more to him. He’s too smart to be a one trick pony.”

YAMATO E. ( @endoffcl ) - “Ah, Endo. I trust that guy about as far as I can throw him, and I can never get my hands on him to throw him. Don’t believe anything he says. Suuuuuper good partner in beer pong. Haven’t lost a game with him yet!”

HAYATO S. ( @hsuos ) - “Knows just how to get on my last nerve. Do you know how insane this guy is in chess? It’s nuts! We need a rematch soon. I’ll beat him one day, I just know it!”

JO T. ( @fromtogame ) - "I wish he would talk faster. I really wish this idiot would talk faster. Feels like I dropped acid three times whenever he's around. 10/10 good company."

KANON B. ( @kanonb ) - "Who invited this freak?"

TOMA H. ( @renegadetoma ) - "Reminds me of my good friend. You know Draken? Yeah, that guy. They're similar. I think Ken lucked out with not having the gut issues this guy has though. He could do well drinking some Kombucha. Maybe I should get him some."

KYOTARO S. ( @sugiiis ) - "Hehe...Wanna see me piss him off? Heh, watch this. Umemiya."

SHUJI H. ( @twshujihanma ) - "Oh boy. Good luck, alright?"

HAJIME K. ( @kkhajime ) - "What's that one Abba song again? MONEY MONEY MONEY! AIN'T IT FUNNY! IN A RICH MAN'S WORLD!! Yeah that one! They wrote that about Koko, no doubt. I wanna be like him when I grow up.

RAN H. ( @kinghaitani ) - "You've seen his brother, the Big Bitch, now get ready for the Bigger Bitch. He's only bigger because he's older btw. Super funny guy! We have threesomes together sometimes. Cool dude!"

CHILDE ( @monokerous ) - "I cannot pronounce his first name. You could offer to pay me and I still could not tell you how the hell to pronounce it. I call him Childe. He's dope - reminds me of this one guy I met while in Vegas once. What's his name again...Atsumu? Nah nah not him...Aventurine! Yeah, that's the one. Insane guys. Gets a little twitchy at night."

HAKKAI S. ( @hotguyshiba ) - "Oh Hakkai! Pretty guy, always loved his hair. I think I'd have competition if he decided to grow it out like I do. He's cute. Blushes real easy too."

Ah, think I hit my limit. You wanna know who else is around? Check Fuyu, I think he's got the rest of us.

[necle]

Maybe its partially a coincidence, or not that big of a deal. But as I watch this series, Momo’s choice of words and decisions kind of worries me a bit.

(yes I know Momo mentioned he only dogeza one other time and that was with Yuki. But doesnt change he suggested him doing that just last episode, albeit with more powerful people. Even Ryo said “This doesn’t feel rare coming from you”).

The way he willingly offers to puts himself in harms ways and tries to sacrifice himself to protect those around him is a surprisingly amount of times (its not something I noticed immediately, or had written off for reasons related to situation’s circumstances. But seeing this keep happening over time, at least compared to other characters…). And while nothing luckily has come of it yet, its been a pattern since Second Beat. Who knows how long has he has been doing this before he’s been introduced.

Even when he made the deal with Ryo, he doesn’t even bring up protecting himself. Just Yuki, and only him.

In general, Momo is really kind and generous person that goes above and beyond to help those around him (offered his MC spots to Mitsuki to promote i7′s show; helped his NEXT Re:vale guests / costars when they were nervous; gave Yamato advice and a safe space to talk; the times Re:vale has helped TRG and IDOLiSH7 including recommending IDOLiSH7 to the Zero Arena Inauguration manager, covering for i7′s show when Riku wasn’t feeling well, the gifts they given to i7 despite them dealing with their own problems, offered Iori & Mitsuki and Yamato a place to stay until they can sort out their group problems without question, some undisclosed stuff Anasagei mentioned that they helped with TRG, etc). But when this is coupled with the more extreme cases referenced at the beginning, he is very selfless to a concerning extent. Not saying he does it on purpose like a death wish or martyr complex. But it certainly feels there is not much trace of concern for his own well being.

Momo had say Ryo was the “master of psychological attacks” and we know exactly what Ryo aimed for with Yuki (which is a lot more concrete and explicit). But I wonder if Ryo is also aware about that side of Momo, and had tried to play into that when he offered that deal with him.

And if it is (because it feels really subtle), is Momo aware of it? Or is that something Momo does know about himself but still does so regardless?

Luckily, nothing serious has resulted from it yet and probably wont for a while since their subplot got resolved last cour and this cour at least seems more focused on TRIGGER and ZOOL. But I don’t know if this is meant signify a certain personality trait within Momo or allude to something that happened in the past.

It might mostly stem from him not making his dream of going to the soccer nationals and viewing old Re:vale as his saviors, so he genuinely feels like he has to devote his life to Yuki and others. But the fact we haven’t seen how Momo and Ryo exactly met, or what happened for them to be such ‘close friends’ makes it difficult to rule out some things. Especially since Re:vale’s rep is being known to be from the small agency that rose out of poverty.

To summarize my thoughts and questions (with the most hella ambiguous response from Momo):

[tetsurouskuro]

Reunion

pairing: bokuto koutarou x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, smut, slight angst, breeding kink, unprotected sex, public sex, bokuto does the kabedon

word count: 5,006

a/n: this is my submission for the Haikyuu Headquarters second NSFW server collab! this time it’s the prompt “Guess I’ll just have to cum inside you.” you can find the masterlist HERE by the amazing @vixen-scribbles who is my queen so go give her a follow! 💖

thank you @deathcab4daddy​ & @gallickingun​ for beta reading, ily guys so much (go give them a follow if you aren’t already)! 💖

now enjoy; feedback is always appreciated! <3

tag list: @miamiya (message me if you want to be included)

Synopsis: Three years has passed since you got your heart broken by your one true love Bokuto Koutarou. A high school reunion is about to take place at Fukurodani Academy. What will happen when you finally meet your ex boyfriend? 

MASTERLIST!

≫ ----- ≪·•♕•·≫ ----- ≪

Your eyes scanned the invitation card from your high school. Reading every word that’s written. A high school reunion. The thought alone makes you think of him. Wondering how he’s doing. He may be your ex and the boy who broke your heart, but he was your first and still to this day, your only love, and you knew why he did it. He had his reasons.

He had talked you through it before you both graduated high school. He had told you that he wanted to focus on volleyball and that he was going to move away from Tokyo, and you were not the type to try and stop him. You wanted him to succeed. You also had to think about your future and what you wanted to achieve. Both of you went your separate ways, heartbroken that you could not be together anymore.

Bokuto succeeded in achieving his dream. He was playing in big arenas with huge crowds, on TV and he was a well-known volleyball player. The number 4 ace and captain from Fukurodani made it big, just like he promised you all those years ago.

You sighed and placed the card onto your fridge. There was still one week left until the reunion, and it wasn’t like Bokuto would show up. He was busy with volleyball, especially since a new season just started. 

You sigh and turn around to grab the warm coffee cup and head to your couch. Once seated you turn on Netflix and start a random show. Grabbing your phone, you go to the search bar on Facebook and search for your ex-boyfriend. Once the two of you had broken up you had unfriended him immediately. You knew it was going to be hard to get over him, so to save you from having to see his posts and face on Facebook, you removed him.

He’s the first one that pops up. You share mutual friends, so it isn’t that weird. You go to pictures and see him with all sorts of different people, smiling and laughing. Sometimes even looking, upset?

Sighing you close the application, lock your phone, and toss it next to you on the couch. Closing your eyes, you throw your head back against the headrest, hoping and praying that Bokuto doesn’t show up to the reunion.

≫ ----- ≪·•♕•·≫ ----- ≪

Wearing a black evening gown with a front slit, thin shoulder straps, and a pair of black heels you step into the big gymnasium where the rest of all the third years are gathered. A waitress walks up to you with a tray in hand, offering you a welcome drink, probably champagne. You take a glass and nod your thanks. Taking a sip, you sigh and take in your surroundings. People are standing in groups, chatting, and laughing. You see Yamato, Konoha, Haruki, Yukie, and Kaori in the middle. Konoha looks your way and you lock eyes. He smiles widely and waves you over. The rest of the gang turns around and sees you too, all of them start to yell at you to rush over.

You smile at them and head towards the squad.

“(y/n)! you’re here!” Yukie excitedly exclaims.

“Yes. Here I am,” you laugh. “How’s everyone? Haven’t seen you all in ages.”

 You stand there talking with everyone. You chug the rest of your glass and turn around to grab another just as a round of applause is heard. You follow everyone’s gaze and see someone enter the gymnasium.

“Hey, hey, heeeeeey!” The voice echoes. A familiar voice.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” You chant and shove your champagne glass to Yukie. “I need to use the loo.”

“Wait- (y/n)!” She yells after you, but you’re already headed for the door that leads you towards the nearest toilet.

Your heart is beating hard, you can feel your pulse rising. Adrenaline has kicked in and you feel nervous. You’re breathing heavily as you reach the door, turning around slightly to just peek at the man that has made you react this way.

He hasn’t spotted you yet. He’s surrounded by girls and boys, welcoming their former ace to the reunion. You stand there, the door slightly opened, your body halfway through the doorframe and take him in.

He’s wearing ripped black jeans, a matching black tee, black vans, and a light blue jean jacket. His hair is spiked the same way as usual and his golden eyes are filled with happiness. He laughs loudly and scans the room like he’s looking for someone and then his orbs land on you. The way he gazes at you makes your whole-body shiver and you feel like you can’t breathe. You stand still, watching him watch you for a second more until you turn your body back and go through the door and towards the ladies’ room.

Once inside you stand by the door, back against it, trying to control your breathing.

Okay (y/n), calm down! Act normal and don’t freak out!

After 5 minutes you turn around and push the door and walk out, walking back to the gymnasium. You pass a hallway when suddenly-

“(y/n)?”

“Jesus fucking christ!” You jump. “Don’t scare me like that.” You exclaim and turn around and are met with a pair of golden eyes.

“Ah sorry,” Bokuto speaks, his hand rubbing the back of his head. “I just wanted to see how you were feeling. You rushed out so fast.”

“I’m fine,” you sigh. “I just needed to use the toilet.”

“Oh. Okay.” There’s a long pause. Both of you are silent.

“Bokuto-kun!” A female voice yells out, interrupting the awkward silence and you turn around to see where the female is.

“I should head back. Yukie is probably waiting for me,” you lie. “It was nice seeing you Bokuto,” you smile at him and turn around to leave, but he grabs you by the forearm and pulls you towards him.

“Let’s take a walk around the school. I don’t wanna head back just yet.”

“Bokuto I-“

“Please (y/n)? I haven’t seen you in ages and I just wanna talk.”

“Fine,” you sigh.

“Great,” he smiles. “Let’s go then!” He grabbed your hand instead and intertwined his fingers with yours as he dragged you down the hallway and escaped the voice of the girl that was calling his name.

He suddenly stops outside of your old classroom and you both stand there, panting and trying to control each other’s breathing.

“Felt like a teenager doing that,” he laughs. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just need a moment.” Still panting, you stay silent, and watch his tall frame. You stand up straight and clear your throat. Bokuto turns his body sideways and looks at you.

“Do you think it’s open?”

“I don’t know, but what do you wanna talk about Bokuto?” You speak up, wanting to get away from this situation. “We broke up. We’re exes, we’re not supposed to be like this.”

The silence returns, Bokuto’s eyes never leaving yours. You watch him, still out of breath you feel an aching pain in your chest. You fist both of your hands beside your body, tears starting to form in your eyes.

“I- shit,” you curse and let out a small laugh. “I need to leave.” You’re just about to turn around when Bokuto’s right arm slams itself on the wall to your left, stopping you in your tracks. You press your back to the wall and raise your head so you can meet his gaze. His tall frame towering over you.

“Don’t,” he sighs. “Don’t leave.” You don’t listen to his plea and try to leave again but this time he slams his left arm on the wall, caging you in.

“Bokuto. Let me go!”

“No!”

“I- What?”

“I came to this reunion mainly so I could see you,” he pauses before continuing. “I made up my mind that if you came, I would try to get you back, ‘cause I still fucking love you.” His golden eyes stare right into yours. You can see the determination in them.

“The way we broke things off, I should never have ended it that way. We shouldn’t have ended it that way. If I could go back and change it, I would’ve made you come with me. I was stupid to let you go.”

“Bokuto, I-“

“And stop calling me Bokuto!” he fumes. “You never called me that while we were dating and-“

“We’re not dating now!” You respond, interrupting him.

“I know!” He slams his right fist on the wall, making you jump. You have never seen Bokuto this upset before, not even when you broke up.

“I’m sorry. Shit (y/n) I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me. I-“

“It’s okay, Bo! It’s… fine,” you sigh out that last word. You let your head hang low, watching the ground, seeing how close his body is to you. You gulp, trying to contain your thoughts. You haven’t had any sexual contact with anyone for as long as you can remember, and seeing Bokuto now, here, this close makes you clench your thighs together. But you would not let your sexual desires over him take over. If he wanted you back, he had to tell you, and apologize.

“When I- We broke up I did it because I wanted to focus on volleyball.”

“Yeah, I know that.”

“Wait, let me finish.” You stay silent and let him continue.

“I wanted you to come with me, I wanted you with me so badly and I thought that I couldn’t let you come with me because I didn’t want you to stop chasing your dreams. Volleyball was my ambition, not yours.” He pauses for a second, collecting his thoughts and breathing before continuing. 

“But I was wrong and dumb. I didn’t ask what you wanted, I just assumed and chose for you. I should’ve talked it out with you, asked you if you wanted to come with me and I didn’t. I fucked up,” he takes a deep breath before yet again continuing talking, expressing his emotions.

“Over these past few years, I haven’t been able to let you go. You were always on my mind. You had taken over my head so bad that I started seeing things. Seeing you on the streets, in the audience while I was playing. I never stopped thinking about you. I even stalked your Facebook multiple times and-”

“You stalked my Facebook?” You look up, watching him. Your heart beating fast against your ribcage.

“Yeah, not my proudest moment but I did. I needed to see your face, needed to see what you were doing, and if you were seeing someone. If you were as miserable as I was,” he sighs, his eyes watching yours. “Please (y/n) I am desperate. I want you back. Give me a second chance. I need you back in my life. If you just give me a small chance, I will prove it to you that I will be one of the best decisions you’ll ever make.”

Bokuto sighs out loudly, like he was in pain, and places a kiss on top of your head before sinking so his eyes are in front of yours. His face just mere inches from yours.

“Just give me one chance. Just one so I can have you back. I want you (y/n). I want to be able to call you mine again. I just need one-“

You decide to instead of using words you crash your lips against his. Cutting him off mid-sentence, wrapping your arms around his neck. It only takes Bokuto a few seconds to respond by kissing you back, his body pressing itself close to yours, his forearms bracing him on the wall.  

You break off the kiss, bite your lip, and look into his golden shimmering eyes. “I never stopped loving you either.”

“Really? I expected you to have a boyfriend or fiancé by now.”

“No,” you groan. “I tried dating, but nobody compares to you.” He smiles widely at your words. Like a kid on Christmas morning.

“I’ll try to give you everything I can Bo, I’ll try-“

“Everything means nothing if I can’t have you (y/n)!” Blushing you look down, but Bokuto grabs your face in his hands and presses a kiss on your lips again. And again. You fist a handful of his shirt in your palms and press your body close to his, feeling his semi poking you and showing how much he wants you.

“You’re mine, (y/n). I love you so much,” he moans against your lips and then pushes his tongue inside of your mouth. His hands moving to grab your ass, pushing your pelvis against his. “I’m gonna prove it to you. I need you now. No time to waste.”

He pushes himself off you and turns around, trying to open your old classroom door and to his luck it does. His wide smile is back as he ushers you in.

“Wait- Bo! We can’t, not here.”

“Aww c’mon baby, it’ll be fun and besides,” he pauses, still looking at you as he undoes his belt. “I always wanted to fuck you in this classroom back in the day.”

His sentence makes you hurry inside, and you look around the now unfamiliar classroom. You hear Bokuto close and lock the door, the sound of his zipper being pulled down makes you turn around and face him. His pants are undone but still around his hips.

“Come here baby,” obeying, you take a few steps forward and stop once you’re in front of him. Both of his hands grab you by the waist and pull you forward, his lips instantly crashing to yours. His lips don’t stay on yours too long as they start to travel down the side of your neck towards your exposed collarbone. While his lips are giving your upper body some attention, his hands push your dress up, exposing your black lace thong to his fingertips.

Bokuto recognizes the material and stops his movements just so he can peek at your underwear. He grunts.

“Do you… like them?”

“I love them, baby. Jesus Christ.” Bokuto’s lips return to yours, his index and middle finger tracing the outline of your slit, making you squirm. He then removes them and ushers you to get up on one of the desks, and you do, but not before you remove your thong as sexy as you can, and throw it on the ground nearby.

“Babe, you’re gonna be the death of me!” he exclaims in a groan and hurries back to you. His body standing between your thighs. A slight breeze passes making you shudder, your nipples peek through your dress. Bokuto notices this and instantly with both of his hands, he pushes your dress down your arms and chest, making your breast spring free.

“Haven’t touched these girls in years,” he speaks while palming them both. “So beautiful.”

“Bo- I-“

“Shh love. It’s all about you now,” he removes his right hand just so he can tease your opening. Lubricating your core with your wetness before inserting a finger inside you, making you moan and throw your head back.

“Baby. Look at me,” he groans. You pull your head back and watch him. He removes his left hand and places it beside you, bracing all his weight on it while his other hand is occupied with your cunt. His finger going in and out of you, your walls clamping around him tightly. He snickers at how wet you feel around him and adds another finger, his middle and ring finger are fucking you slowly, too slow for your liking.

“Bokuto, please. I want more,” you moan.

“Easy now baby, I wanna savor this moment. Feeling your wet cunt around my fingers after such a long time,” he grunts. “God baby, you’re so wet.”

“I know, it’s all for you Bokuto.”

He licks his lips seductively and leans in closer to you, his breath hits your neck and makes your whole body shudder. His tongue comes out and licks you up from your collarbone to your ear, nibbling at your earlobe and making you let out a sigh in pleasure.

“Do you like that, hmm?” He snickers. “Do you like my fingers inside you (y/n)?”

“Y-Yes Bo, I-I love them,” you moan. He lets out a slight “fuck” as he rests his forehead on your shoulder and thrusts his digits harder inside your wet and aching core. Wanting you to cum so badly. He arches his fingers inside you, making them hit your g-spot.

“Bo, please. I’m so close,” you groan. “I want to cum so badly, please.” You keep on whining to him, the once familiar feeling returning to the pit of your stomach. The pressure in your lower abdomen is getting higher and higher. Your legs start to shake and in just a couple of seconds, you’re releasing yourself around his fingers, your right-hand wraps itself around his wrist, nails digging into his soft skin as you moan out loudly from orgasming. 

“Kou!” you scream, your walls clamping themselves around him, his fingers still going in and out of you, your legs shaking and your pelvis grinding itself on his hand. Eyes closed and mouth wide open and panting, trying to get your breathing under control.

After a minute, you open your eyes and are met by a smug smile as he removes his fingers and raises his hand to his lips, licking your juices off his fingers while still maintaining eye contact with you. 

“I missed the taste of you baby,” he groans. His long fingers going inside that beautiful mouth of his. A big smile on his lips, his excitement palpable. 

Once he has licked his fingers clean, he moves his hands to his pants and starts to pull them down his long legs along with his briefs, his cock springing free and colliding with his lower abdomen. Precum leaking from the tip. 

Your eyes are glued on his hard member. It’s as beautiful as you remember, two veins going around his shaft, the pink head craving attention. 

Your eyes never leave his crotch as his hand goes down and wraps itself around his hard cock, moving up and down slowly.

“You’re so eager, I love it baby, so sexy when you look at me like that,” his voice speaks, making you look up and meet his golden eyes. He takes a small step forward and with his hand that’s around his cock he traces your lips, mixing his precum with your wetness. 

“Wait Kou- Condom!” You moan. The fact that you managed to even utter those words surprised you, but you didn’t know who he’s been with.

“I didn’t bring one,” he answers. “Guess I’ll just have to cum inside you instead,” he groans and rams himself inside you. Your walls clenching around him tightly. Your heat making his cock twitch from excitement. 

“Fuck Kou, you- you feel amazing.”

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. I can feel you pulsating around me.” He’s still for a moment, letting you get used to him. Had he gotten bigger since you last were with him? Or had it just been such a long time since you’ve had sex? It didn’t matter to you, you loved the feeling of him stretching your walls, making your tight cunt ache for him to move.

His hips backtrack only to force themself back to you, colliding and hitting your g-spot, making you throw your head back and grip the edge of the table hard. Your eyes are closed as you take in all the pleasure that he’s giving you. He repeats the same action, he grunts and you moan at the friction.

“Baby look at me,” he moans, his hand going to your cheek, holding it with his large palm. “I want you to look at me.”

You answer him by moaning, opening your (y/e/c) eyes looking at him, pleasure displayed on his handsome face as he starts to increase both his speed and the power of his thrusts. His hips colliding against yours with a strong force. The pleasure is displayed on your face, a lewd look as you’re loving the way he continues to ram himself inside of you.

“I’m gonna cum inside of that pretty cunt, baby. I’m gonna fill you up with my cum,” he moans loudly, not caring if anyone hears him. He loved the excitement of knowing you could get busted having sex in your old classroom but he didn’t care. He had craved you for 3 long years and he wasn’t going to let this moment pass up. 

“I want a future with you,” he continues. “I want to marry you. I want to get you pregnant.” 

This makes your cunt clench for him. Your walls clamping themselves tightly around him. Marrying him? Pregnant? 

"Oh, you'd like that baby? You want me to breed you, baby?" His thrust hits hard, his cock going deep into your core. His eyes travel down, watching his cock going and out of you. The wetness surrounding it like lube, making it easy for him to thrust in and out of you. His gaze is locked on where both of you connect, watching the way your cunt swallows him whole.

"Fuck baby. Beg for me to fill you, I know you love the feel of my cum inside you."

"Oh god Kou, please fill me with your cum. Breed me," you almost sing. Your voice is filled with all kinds of emotions, pleasure consuming you.

"You want me to breed you, baby? Fill you up with all my sperm," he moans, his hands holding your hips in place as his thrusts got deeper and deeper inside you. The tip of his cock grazing your g-spot viciously, the pressure in your abdomen getting stronger after each thrust. The thought of you swollen with his child made him even harder and closer to reaching his climax. 

"Cum for me baby, I want you to cum for me. Cum with me. I'm so close," his thrusts get sloppier and you know he is near his release. 

"Cum with me Koutarou. Let's do it together."

"Fuck (y/n)," his whole body stills as he ejaculates inside you. The warmth of his semen spurting in you, coating your walls and you follow him soon afterward. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you coat his cock with your release. 

Your body is shaking from the intense orgasm you just had, your teeth biting into your lower lip and you feel him move, his still hard cock going in and out of you. Bokuto is making sure that his cum doesn’t come out, to make sure you’re bred and hoping you get pregnant from this. 

"Mhm Kou," you moan. Your eyes glance up to his face. A big smile was plastered on his lips. 

"That was so hot baby. I want more."

"I don't think I can stand," you giggle. His eyes are watching you, the smile on your face making his heart squeeze harder and being filled with all his love for you. 

"What now?" Your tender voice asks. 

"I'm waiting."

"... On what?" 

"For you to calm down before I go for round two,” he smirks. 

“W-Wait. Hold on. Round two?”

“You didn’t think I was already finished with you, baby? I’m just getting started.” With that being said, he flips you over. The action making his cock get pulled out from your heat. 

You’re bent over and your front is pressed against the now warm desk. His hands start to caress your body, from the base of your neck to your naked ass. He gives your ass some attention before slapping each cheek, making you jump from the sudden action.

"I could just cum from the sight of you," he grunts. "I'm gonna cum inside you again, to make sure you're bred."

"Kou-tarou~," you moan as he enters you without warning, his cock rock hard and coated in both your juices and his semen. His hands holding your hips still as he thrusts deep inside you. Ramming his cock hard into your wet and tight core. His fingertips are digging hard into your flawless skin, leaving a mark but you don’t care. The only thing that’s going through your mind right now is the way his cock is pounding into your wet and swollen cunt.

"I won't stop until you're dripping with my cum, to be sure you're pregnant with my child," he almost screams. "Jesus fuck baby the way you clench around me is wonderful."

Your cunt clenches harder around his cock, the thought of being pregnant with his child makes you reach some kind of bliss that you never thought you could. The soft image pops up in your mind for a second, but it’s soon gone as one of his hands grabs your shoulder, his other following suit.

You can feel his semen leaking out as he continues to ram into you, and you know he notices it cause he lets out a snicker. 

"My cum is seeping out of your pussy, but I'll fill you up again baby. I'll fill you up again and again."

"Kou- I'm gonna cum again," you moan. Your left hand holding the edge of the desk while your right one is in front of you, trying to grab something and it does as Bokuto's right hand comes forward and intertwines with yours, clamping around it. His body pressed against yours. Feeling his breath on your neck.

"Say it, baby, say what I want to hear."

"P-Put a baby inside me Koutarou please."

"Fuck yes," he moans vocally, biting down on your neck as he fills your cunt with his cum, the feel of his cum inside you again makes you clench around him and you reach your climax. 

"Yeah, my cum makes you orgasm so fucking hard right baby?"

"Mhm," you answer, too worn out to even form your own words. 

You press the side of your face on the desk and close your eyes. You're breathing heavily, so is Bokuto. His warm breath hitting your neck, making goosebumps form on all of your body. 

"(y/n)?"

"Yeah?" 

"I'm getting soft."

"Oh my god!" You giggle. 

"Stop. You're making me fall out, stop it!" This makes you laugh out loud, this man who just minutes ago went all sex god on you is now filled with concern. 

"Are you alright though? I wasn't too hard? Or rough? Or-"

"Baby, you were perfect," you answer in a giggle, interrupting his worrying self. 

There's a comfortable silence surrounding you both, not a single word is uttered. The only sound is the sound of your breathing. 

Suddenly you feel him move and pull himself out of you. Bokuto is fast with tucking himself inside his briefs and pulling his pants up, buckling his belt too. While doing this, you feel his cum seeping out from your hole.

"Hold on I'm on it," his voice speaks and you can hear him look for something to clean you up with. "This will do."

He's back fast and with some paper towels that are not very nice to your lady parts, and he cleans you up. The feeling of the paper made you wince, both from being sensitive and roughly fucked by your ex and now boyfriend, but also from the paper not being soft enough for your liking. 

"I'm done, there," he softly speaks, his voice filled with tenderness but also worry, that it was hurting you. He wasn't. He was doing something so much more, and you loved him for that. 

Getting up and getting dressed was the part where it got uncomfortable for you, his eyes stared at you as you dressed, fixing both your gown and hair, making it not look like you’ve just been fucked. 

Your thoughts wander to what had just happened. Was this just some kind of roleplay or did he want to impregnate you? Not that it mattered for you, you couldn’t care less because you got what you had wanted for years. Him.

Once you’re done you turn around and see that Bokuto is already watching you, a big smile on his lips. 

"What?"

"Nothing. You’re just so beautiful I can stare at you all night.”

"I-" you blush. “Thank you.”

"Now,” he says as he takes a small step forward and grabs you by the waist, pulling you closer to him. His smile still there and you can see how his eyes are glowing. 

“I love you,” he kisses you. “I love you so much (y/n). You’re the love of my life.”

"Again."

"Huh?" He turns his head to the side, not knowing what you mean. 

"Say it again. I need to hear it again." With confidence, he grabs your face in his hands and holds you in place. His eyes watching yours and with the softest smile on his lips, he says: 

"I love you.”

"I love you too." You sigh in happiness and he seals your lips with a passionate kiss. Both of you smiling through the kiss in pure bliss. 

He pulls away and grabs your hand and starts to lead you out of the classroom and in the opposite direction of the party. Confusion consumes you as you speak.

"Kou, baby. The party is that way," you giggle and point down the other side of the hall. 

"I know. We're not returning."

"We're not?" You ask in confusion.

"No."

"Why not?" He stops in his tracks and you collide with his rock hardback. He turns around, smirking.

"We have 3 years of lovemaking to do and I want you in my bed when doing that." He returns and walks you out and into the parking lot, leading to his car and a future of you and him together again. Nothing could stop you now.

[nomadicism]

I have unfettered access to nearly any media/entertainment that I could ever want and yet…

I am too [eh?] to enjoy any of it.

I know I’m not the only one dealing with this. Maybe some of y’all are too. Come wallow with me! Tell me what you haven’t finished watching or reading!

I still haven’t finished watching DoTA: Dragon’s Blood s2, haven’t watched LoGH Die Neue These s3 yet, haven’t haven’t watched gen:LOCK s2 yet, haven’t watched any Gundam since part of Iron Blooded Orphans, haven’t watched Trese yet, haven’t finished Heaven Official’s Blessing yet, haven’t the finished Sasuke yet, haven’t watched Yamato 2205…

I’m still excited to see that there will be new animation on Netflix. I hope I will be out of this funk before they drop.

I have time to watch. I want to say it’s depression, but I think it’s more like burnout from environmental overstimulation and chronic pain that’s making it difficult. Like I can’t sit in my favorite chair/couch/etc for hours on end to binge a show or read a book or comic. I’ve always been a marathon reader/player/watcher/etc. My home environment is too cluttered and overwhelming. Too much going on around me. Yay ADHD + Autism.

I met my big life goal of having good career without commute so that I would have time to enjoy things! It’s great! And yet here I am. I have time to do marathon watch/read/play at least once per week. The rest of my free time needs to be put into fixing up my 100 year old home, social/family obligations, and therapy for pain management (for all the good that does me). Chronic pain and fatigue stole my mid-late 30s from me. I’m now in my early 40s and the fatigue is managed/minimal (finally!), but the pain is still a force of chaos in my life—or—rather the manifestation of chaos.

I’ve been like this since late 2018. My solution for watching while in pain was to get an adjustable floor stand for my iPad Pro and watch shows that way. I was able to watch LoGH DNT that way and several other shows. It was working reasonably well, until the pandemic started.

Since 2020, the room where I was watching has been taken over by my partner for watching their shows and playing video games because their comic collecting habit got out of control and took over their own space (media room) in our basement. They work from home now too, and they finally see what it’s like to be surrounded by stuff all the time so they are purging, but that takes a long time.

My home studio is my work space, and the key to not letting work take over your life when you work from home is to have firm boundaries between living space and work space. So I can’t retreat there, and honestly I’m already in that room for 40 hours a week. I may have to give up and rearrange my studio to add a room divider to make a de-sensory space with comfy lounge.

Why did I write all this? Damn therapy hour this morning. I need a drink and a bar fight.

[ladihokabae]

Bittersweet

Obito x Reader

Warnings: angst (yup just one big 'ol pile of angst)

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“I’m sorry.. it’s just.. I don't think we’re going to work out.” He said as he scratched the back of his head nervously. Your heart sank, hearing his words. The palms of your hands felt sweaty as you stood there, staring at the floor. “O-oh.. ok…” you muttered, feeling the tears prick at the corner of your eyes. “Can you.. at least tell me.. is-is this because of Rin?…” you said trying to mask the hurt behind your voice as you said her name. Obito stood silent for a moment before releasing a sigh. “Yes…” his words felt like arrows that striked your chest. You couldn’t say you were surprised. They had been close their whole childhood and had gotten closer in their senior year of highschool. The way Obito talked about her was as if he was talking about his soulmate. You had heard the whispers behind your back but you refused to acknowledge them in a desperate attempt of keeping Obito by your side. But In the end you still ended up losing him.

-PRESENT DAY-

“CHEERS!” Your maid of honor yelled as your friend group clinked your cups together. It had been five years since you had last seen Obito. And the memories of the painful breakup had been locked away in the back of your mind for good. Since your break up happened at the end of your senior year you had decided to attend a college far away from your hometown. That’s where you met Yamato. He was a tall brunette with a good sense of humor and a sweet demeanour. You both had the same major and had managed to become real close by the end of it. It wasn’t long until he asked you to be his girlfriend. To which you had gladly accepted. And it took even less time for him to ask the big question. ‘Will you marry me?’

And just like that you found yourself celebrating your bachelorette party with your friends. “Sooo y/n are you excited for your honeymoon?” One of your maids asked you. You tilted your head back with a laugh. “Definitely.” You smirked as you drank your champagne. “Oh you're so lucky. You’re going to be in Cabos with your husband, no distractions, just pure unadulterated Quality time.” Another maid said as she sipped her drink. “Yesss I need it. Yamato gets so busy with work. I understand he has to work to pay for the trip but I miss him a lot. So this vacation better be worth it.” You laughed “you miss him? What are you guys practicing celibacy before your wedding?” Your maid of honor asked. “W-well no, Yamato and I have had sex before but we’ve just been so busy lately that we haven’t had time.” You said with a little blush.

“Oooh so you have had dick appointments with him. How was it?” You felt a bit shy talking about your sex life but the champagne in your system made you loose lipped and the encouraging stares helped you push through it. “He’s a good kisser, definitely good with his tongue.”  You winked, which caused all of them to laugh. “Is his dick big?” “Have you guys done anal” Your maids continued to poke at your sex life. You felt a bit awkward sharing that stuff and your maid of honor seemed to pick up on that. “What time does the groom get here?” She said opting to change the conversation. “Yamato? Ah he should be getting here tomorrow. His flight leaves at midnight.” You said perking up a bit from the change of topic. The conversation continued throughout the night but it didn’t take long for your maids to find distractions at the bar. “Blehh I’m going to throw up!” One one of your maids said. Causing your maid of honor to help her up to the restroom.

“Stay here, I'll be back.” She said as she walked away. You now found yourself alone all your maids had dispersed throughout the crowd. Or had taken a taxi home. You couldn’t blame them, it was late and most of them got tired of the bar setting. There was a buzz from your phone. You took it out to look at it. You had gotten a couple of messages from Yamato the regular. “I love you, goodnight.” Messages and then one message from your maid of honor. “Hey, I'm going to take her home. She’s too drunk.” You gave a quick “ok let me pay the bill” and stood up to walk to the counter. You pushed through the sea of bodies that were still on the dance floor to make your way to the bar. “Hello, I want to pay my bill.” You said to the nearest bartender there. “Sure, last name on the tab?” You heard the bartender ask as he looked up from making a drink. To your surprise you knew his face. “Kakashi?” You said in surprise.

“Y/n! When did you get back to town?” He asked with a friendly smile. A wave of anxiety hit, knowing that he was friends with Obito. But you quickly settled down when you remembered how friendly he was. “I got in yesterday,'' you said politely. “that's good it’s always a good night when I see an old frien-.” He interrupted himself mid-sentence as he eyed your small pin that said “You’re a bride?” You looked down the pin and smiled “Oh yeah. I am. I actually came back to get married here.” You explained as you sat down on the stool in front of him. You shot your maid of honor a quick “go on I’ll catch up later” text and slipped your phone back into your pocket. Kakashi seemed surprised and a bit perplexed by your admission. But he quickly caught himself and smiled. “Hey, congratulations! Let me get you a drink.” He said as he picked up a glass from the tray and began preparing you a drink before you could protest.

“Thank you, that's kind of you.” You said as you accepted his drink. “So what have you been up to?” You asked as you took a sip. “Haha well after graduation I got my bartender licence, and Obito and I opened up this joint together.” He gestured around as if to emphasize his point. You flinched at the mention of his name. “Obito?” You repeated, trying not to sound nervous. “Yeah, hard to believe that dumb ass could make any money. Haha but he went on to become a cop like his uncle.” Kakashi explained as he took another order. “ Who are you calling dumbass, dumbass!” Your eyes instantly widen. You knew that voice. You remembered it clearly. Your body stiffened as you saw his body move into the stool next to yours. “Speak of the devil.” Kakashi said as he looked over at him.

You felt palms become sweaty. Memories of your break up sprung into your head, making you uneasy. you listened to him talk to kakashi. It took you a second to muster up the courage to look over at him. (Relax Y/N you’re not a kid anymore. What happened between you and him is in the past. He probably doesn’t even remember anymore) you told yourself. Your eyes instinctively wandered over his form and stopped at his face. He had some visible scars that weren’t there in highschool. You could only guess it was from a work accident. Still he looked as handsome as you remembered him to be. Sensing your stare he turned his head to look over. Your eyes met for the first time in five years. He still had those shiny black eyes that captured the softness and sparkle of his personality. It took him a second to register who he was looking at before he jolted in surprise. “Y/N!!? What are you doing here?!” He asked in a volume, clearly not acceptable from the couple next to him. Instead of being mortified you laughed. He was still as goofy and easy going as you remembered. A blush settled on his face as he waited for you to stop laughing.

“Sorry. I was not expecting that.” You said as you wiped away a tear from the laughing session. “Neither was I.” He said as he scratched the back of his head shyly. “I heard you had moved out of state. What brings you back here?” He asked as he settled in his stool. “Oh.” You said as you quickly turned your chest and pointed at the small pin. He seemed confused by your actions. “You’re getting your boobs done? They look nice to me.” He said as he lifted a hand to touch his chin. Kakashi threw a towel at his face. “Not that idiot, she ment her pin.” He explained as he wiped down a cup. You tried to ignore the blush of embarrassment from his previous statement. “Bride?” He read as he squinted his eyes. “I swear, how did you become a cop?” Kakashi continued. Their bickering was still the same as in highschool. And it made you smile. Obito suddenly stopped bickering as if putting two and two together and quickly turned his head.

“Wait bride? You’re a bride? As in-.” “As in, she's getting married.” Kakashi finished the sentence for him. He seemed surprised and even a little bit disappointed. “O-oh.. con-congratulations.” He said as he forced a smile. For  as long as you had known him. Obito had been a terrible liar. He had a way of wearing his heart on his sleeve. It was one of the reasons you had fallen for him. “Thank you.” You said as you leaned forward. It had gotten a bit cramped at the bar and it was a bit hard to hear. “Do you want to grab a table?” He said as he also leaned over. The scent of his Cologne reached your nostril making you blush from surprise . Now that was new. You had always had an image of a sweaty football player stuck in your mind from when he was in highschool.

You were a bit unsure if you should move away from the safety of Kakashi as a mediator. Besides what would people think if they saw you with your ex highschool sweetheart at a bar before your wedding. Unexpected feelings clashed together as you pondered your decision. (Hey maybe it’s the universe’s  way of giving you closure before you marry Yamato) you thought to yourself. “Sure.” you slowly nodded.Obito waited for you to get up before ordering two more drinks and taking them with him. He led you to a small booth, again letting you slide in first before he did. In many ways Obito seemed like the same character frozen in time. But he also was a bit different, mature, respectful even. “You know I’m really glad I got to see you again y/n.” He said before handing you a drink. You raised a brow as you took the drink. “How’d you know I would like a strawberry martini?” You asked him.

“Your favorite fruit was strawberries.” He responded like it was the simplest answer in the world. You noticed he had gotten one too. “Huh? oh, I like it when it tastes like fruit. I can’t really do the hard licor stuff.” He explained as he saw you eyeing him. You gave a small giggle at that. “ I don’t judge. Besides it’s weird but I’m also glad that I got to see you again.”  You said a bit surprised in yourself that you had actually admitted it. “That’s good I thought you hated me. I tried many times to contact you over the years …but I couldn’t seem to get through.” He said as he tapped the table nervously. “Don’t get me wrong, I was hurt by everything that happened between us in highschool… but I don’t hate you.. at least I don’t think so.” You said as you stared into the drink in your hand. “I know I was an asshole in highschool. I hurt you and lost my best friend. And the worst part is I never got to apologize to you. I'm sorry y/n. I'm sorry for everything.” The sincerity behind his words left you with a bittersweet feeling.

How much you had longed to hear those words from him. Especially after the breakup. You finished your drink, you really needed it. “I accept your apology Obito. I mean it just wasn’t meant to be. I wasn’t the right person for you…I wasn’t your soulmate” you said softly letting a small smile settle on your face as you remembered the night you two stayed up talking about destiny and soulmates. “and I accept that.” You said as you ran a hand through your hair. Obito let his eyes linger over your face before answering “I never said that,” he rebutted. Your eyes met his. “What are you-?” You tried to ask but he continued. “I think you were the right person. I just failed to see that.” A small gasp escaped your lips. You were too stunned to speak. “But I do now.” He said as he reached over to unclipped the small pin on your shirt. You watched him as he studied the pin and gave a defeated smile. “Bride huh? Lucky guy.” You heard him say as you continued to study him. Watching the way his eyes looked down at the small pin in his hand. “Why are you telling me this?” You finally asked.

“I know I would have regretted not telling you.” He said as he finished his drink. Why was he saying these things? Was he drunk? No he had just had one drink and he didn’t seem drunk at all. “S-sorry. But I’m getting married in less than a week.” You explained trying to control the emotions running wild in your heart. You watched as he played with the pin in his hand before closing his eyes and sighing. “Yeah I figured. But you can’t blame me for trying.”  He said in a defeated tone. He extended his hand out and opened his palm revealing the bride pin. You slowly reached for it. Your fingers lightly grazed his palm as you took the pin back. He seemed to flinch ever so slightly at the contact. He then cleared his throat before grabbing your empty glass. “I’ll be back. Excuse me” He explained before swiftly sliding out of the booth. The second his back disappeared into the crowd you grabbed your belongings.

What were you doing? Your heart was beating erratically. You were supposed to be clearing the air not falling for him all over again. You reminded yourself of Yamato. (Yamato yamato yamato ) you chanted in your head as you headed towards the exit. Then suddenly Obito’s defeated smile crossed through your mind. Interrupting the mantra that was in your thoughts. You thought about how he stared at his hand after you took the pin. The slight twitch of his lips as he felt your fingers brush his hand. You grabbed your face hoping that it would allow you to think straight. But Before you knew it you were back at the booth. The sound of one of your favorite songs began to play in the background. “Thanks for waiting.” He said as he finally made it back. You watched as he placed his money in his pocket. (Did he request the song?) you asked yourself.

“I know the answer is still no to us. But can I at least ask you to dance one last time?” He said as he stuck his hand out to you. You stared at his hand as you remembered the many times he had asked you to dance with him at highschool parties. The way you two practice slow dancing before prom and how you felt like a princess when he led you through a song. Your hand slipped into his feeling the Roughness and warmth they offered. He smiled at that and gave a gentle squeeze as he led you to the dance floor. “Do you still remember how to dance?” You teased him as you placed your hand on his shoulder.  “Of course. Who do you think I am?” He said as he placed his hand on your upper back. Obito led you into a slow dance just like you remembered. You started off far away from each other but as the song progressed and you two fell into a talking trance you began to get closer to him.

“So if you don’t mind me asking what happened with you and Rin?” You said reminding yourself why you two hadn’t worked out in the first place. Obito was practically convinced that she was his soulmate. He was big on things like that. soulmates, destiny,  fate etc. so you were a bit confused that things didn't work out. Besides, you were genuinely curious. “Rin and I.. well we just realized we were better as friends than a couple. I think I realized that a bit too late.” He said as he swung you around. You gave a little laugh at that. It might have been the alcohol in your system or the fact that he had gotten better at dancing but you were enjoying yourself. “She is actually married and has two of the sweetest kids I have ever met.” He said as if it was normal. You didn’t sense any bitterness nor sadness in his tone as he explained. (Maybe he did realise his mistake..) you thought to yourself as you followed his lead. “I guess everything eventually changes.” You said as you noticed the song was in its last verses. Obito’s hand trailed to your lower back. “Sure.. but there are many things that stay the same.” He explained. You smiled at that. “Oh, like what?” You asked.

“Like you.” He said as he leaned you back. The song finished. “You're still as beautiful as the day we met.” Your eyes met his black soul capturing eyes. They still had that sparkle that you were so fond of. His lips looked soft and you found your hand tracing his scars. You seemed to realise how intimate you had gotten with him and moved your hand down to his chest as you pushed him away. “Thank you.. but that ship has sailed Obito…” you said as you untangle yourself from him. He seemed to frown at the loss of touch. “I know.” He whispered back. “I have to go.” You said more to yourself than to him. You felt so vulnerable.  you were beginning to have feelings that you hadn’t felt in a long time. Why did you want to kiss him? Why did you want to stay in that embrace? No you couldn’t as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t go back.

“Wait -wait y/n. Let me give you a ride. It’s the least I could do.” He said as he watched you grab your stuff.  “No, I don't need a ride.” You said as you made your way to the door. Your hand quickly shuffled through your purse and you realized you had come here with your bridesmaids and had no ride to get home. You palmed your face and huffed. “Obito.. I can’t handle this 4 days before my wedding. I can’t just- I can’t just leave him and be with you! I can’t!” You said in a frustrated tone. Obito seemed to back off noticing how you were becoming stressed. He sighed, seemingly accepting that answer. “Ok. I understand. I’m sorry if I came off too strong. I just… didn’t want to have another regret. I promise I’ll stop, let me just give you a ride. That’ll be the last you will see of me.” He said calmly as he backed away to give you some space.

Like you said Obito wore his heart on his sleeve, you could see how sincere he was. “You promise to leave that topic behind us?” You asked as you relaxed a bit. “Scouts honor.” He said as he raised his hand up and gave you a lopsided smile. Oh your heart ached watching him smile. It brought back so many memories that you thought you had locked away in the back of your mind forever. You nodded your head, accepting his invitation. “Let me go get my keys” he said as he slipped back inside of the bar. There it was, a second chance to leave. Yet you stayed. Why did you want to stay? You opened your phone to see that you had not received any messages from Yamato nor your bridesmaids. Your mind went back to when Obito had mentioned he had been trying to contact you.

Your fingers quickly swiped to your old social media accounts. Lo and behold he had been trying to message you. You scrolled through countless unread messages. A couple of “happy birthdays” a bunch of messages as if he was trying to keep you updated in his life. He had sent you a picture of when he graduated from the police academy. A picture of when Kakashi and him had first bought the bar. But the one that caught your attention was the one of him in a hospital bed half bandaged and tiredly giving a thumbs up. Your eyes quickly scanned the message that came after that photo.

(Hey y/n I’m ok but I was in an accident. The doctors said that I should be able to recover without permanent damages to my limbs but I’ll probably have some scarring. I don’t like to think about it. But I came close to ‘meeting my maker’ as my doctor described it.I just want you to know that When I was in what I thought would be my last moments. I didn’t think of my family or friends, I thought of you. I hope that you can forgive me for what I did and know I will always have a special place in my heart for you.

P.S. Kakashi had to help me pee and it was really embarrassing)

You smiled softly as you read the messages. Your heart fluttered at the thought of him reaching out to you all those years. “Are you ready to go?” You heard him say as he took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. You were surprised by his actions and quickly turned off your phone. “Yes.” You said as you followed him to a sleek black SUV. “This car really does give out cop vibes.” You joked as you watched him open the door for you. “Right? My uncle suggested it and at first I was iffy about it but if you like it I’m sure I made the right choice.” He explained as he closed the door and made his way to the driver's side. “Thank you.” You said as you buckled yourself. “Where are you staying?” He asked as he turned on the car. You felt the low vibration of the engine beneath your feet making you smile.

“Do you remember how to get to my apartment?” You asked as you watched the way his forearms flexed, grabbing the steering wheel. A tinge of pink settled on your cheeks. He definitely had the Physique of someone who worked out. “Of course, how could I not? The first time I tried picking you up I got lost.” He said letting a shy smile settle on his face. You laughed as you remember that night. “Yes, that was back then when you were riding around in that little dinky green car.” You poked at him. “Hey emerald was my first car. She wasn’t pretty but she got the job done.” He laughed. You watched the way he laughed as he came to a red light. Your heart fluttered and you tried to hide away your feelings.

“You named your car? Ahaha” you laughed at his silliness. He seemed to blush at that. “What? you gotta name your car.” He replied as he began driving again.

“Mmm is that so? What did you name this car?” You asked him. As you looked around the interior. The car had little things that just reminded you of Obito. A spare police shirt and gym duffel bag laid in the back seat. He had a lot of napkins in his cup holder which made you laugh as you remember what a sloppy eater he was. Your eyes finally stopped at the strawberry scented air freshener that hung around his rear view mirror. Your eyes briefly met in the mirror. “I haven’t named this car yet. Want to do the honor?” He asked with a smirk. You turned your head to hide the color rising on your cheeks.

“H-how about.. Tobi?” You asked as you looked back at him. Tobi was the name of his small black dog when you two were together. He seemed to laugh at that. “Hahahah why Tobi?” He asked as he looked over to you. “Because Tobi was small but he had big dog energy, kinda like this car.” You explained your reasoning. Obito seemed to think about it before nodding his head in agreement. “Right, Tobi it is.” You felt a bit of relief knowing he agreed with you. Your eyes scanned the window as he made a turn. He seemed to be taking the scenic route to your apartment and you had a feeling that it was to spend more time with you. You however, didn’t mind. You found yourself enjoying his company like you used to. And in the pit of your stomach you had a feeling that what you felt for Obito never really went away. It was a scary feeling to have four days before you were going to marry someone else.

After a couple of minutes Obito finally made a turn onto your street and came to a rolling stop outside of your apartment complex. The joy that you had been feeling on the whole car ride came to a stop with the car. You felt weird knowing that this was probably going to be the last time you saw him. Obito cleared his throat as he looked at the apartment. “This um.. this is you.” He said the laughter in his voice was gone and replaced with a somber tone. “..this is me..” you repeated as your hand hesitantly moved to unbuckle your seatbelt. “Wow so just like that huh? Haha it’s weird to think that I only got to see you for a brief moment before we became strangers again…” you shifted to look at him. There was still some piece of you that wanted to comfort him.

“Yeah..” you mumbled, not finding the words to say. God if only. If only things were different. If only he had realized sooner. If only you hadn’t run away to start a new life. The If’s were infinite in the void that separated you from him. “Y/n.” He said your name in such a gentle longingness that it made your heart hurt. “Yes, Obito.” You said waiting for him to speak. He sighed as he ran a hand through his thick black locks. You watched as they bounced back up with resilience. “Does he make you happy?” You were taken by surprise. You weren’t expecting him to ask you such a question. You stayed silent for a moment as you thought about your answer. Letting out a brief sigh before answering him. “Yes.” Obito closed his eyes and leaned his head back, taking a deep breath as if your answer had physically hurt him.

“And you love him?” He asked as he shifted his body forward, grabbing his steering wheel. He seemed afraid of looking at you, so he just started forward. Do you love him? The question ran in circles around your head. Do you love Yamato? Of course you do. Of course you loved the man who had helped you out of your depression when Obito had left you broken-hearted. Of course you loved the man who had shown you nothing but adoration and unconditional support. Of course you were supposed to love him… right? So why did the answer feel so wrong coming out of your mouth? “Yes…” you answered, feeling the sting of tears filling your eyes. “Do you? Because if you look at me and tell me that the man you see waiting for you down the aisle on your wedding day is him and not me then I will accept that . I’ll let you live your life and let you be happy.”

“God Obito please..” Your voice wavered as you spoke. “Tell me y/n, if it’s him and not me then I’ll accept that. But if there’s even a possibility, a twinge, a speck of hope that the man is me, then I will do everything in my power to make you the happiest woman who ever was and ever will be.” He said as he took your hand into his. You felt the way his warm hand caressed yours. The way his thumb rubbed over your knuckles softly. Or the gentle squeeze he gave you when he saw the tears tickle down your face. “Obito you promised you wouldn’t bring this backup. Y-You gave me your word.”  You said through tears. You felt his thumb gently brush away the tears from your cheeks. “I swore on scouts honor, but I was never a scout.” He explained giving you a small smile.

You let a small laugh escape your lips. This was so like him. To bring joy and brighten up even the darkest situations. His hand cupped your cheek as he leaned over to give you a kiss. You closed your eyes as he did letting the feeling of his soft lips sink in. They were as soft as you remembered. The sensation spread butterflies from your head to your toes, like nothing you ever felt. Your hand quickly rose to touch his face. Feeling his scars softly as you deepen the kiss. The kiss only lasted a couple of seconds coming to a natural end as you two pulled away. His hand slipped down from your face onto the hand that traced his scars. “Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to do that?” He whispered as he looked into your eyes.

Your thumb carefully caressed the small scar on his lip as you whispered “Metoo.” Obito's face lit up with hope as he heard your words. He tilted his head to kiss you again but this time you stopped him. He seemed confused by your actions as he looked down at the hand on his chest that kept him from advancing. His Obsidian eyes watched you carefully as the tears returned to your eyes. “It’s him…” you answered, feeling a knot form at the back of your throat. Obito’s eyes widened. “W-what?” He asked in disbelief. “The person I see on my wedding day.. i-is him.. not you Obito.” You said as you watched the hope drain from his eyes. With that Obito leaned back in his seat. Slowly releasing your hands ``ok.”  He said softly as he gave you a small nod. “I’m sorry Obito I’m reall-.” You began trying to explain. “Dont- don’t do that. You don’t need to do that… I was the one who messed things up between us. It’s not your fault.”

He explained as he shook his head. All you could do was nod as the tears kept falling down your face. With that you watched as he opened his door before making his way to your side to open your door. He offered his hand as you stepped down from the car. You could help but notice how disappointed he looked. “I hope you have a happy marriage Y/n. I mean it…” he said as he watched you take off his jacket. You handed it back to him before nodding. “Thank you. Take care of yourself Obito.” You whispered before walking away. You didn’t dare look back because you feared that you would run back to him if you did. Your feet were quick to carry you to your door. After fishing out your apartment keys you managed to open the door. You allowed yourself to take a last quick peek at him. He seemed to notice so he raised his hand to give you a last wave goodbye. You couldn’t bring yourself to return it as you walked in and closed your door. You let yourself slide down the wood door before breaking down and sobbing your feelings away.

Suddenly your phone began to buzz. Wiping your tears you managed to look at the blurry screen. Yamato was calling you. You watched his smiling face from the contact picture on your screen but couldn't bring yourself to answer his call. You let it ring away as you thought about Obito, tonight and what could have been.

-

“Go home Obito.” Kakashi said as he looked at his friend at the end of the bar. Obito was slumped over the bar with his head buried in his arms. He had been like that ever since he had gotten back. “It’s been nearly two days since you’ve been here. Go home shower and eat something that isn’t alcohol and crackers.” The silver haired man frowned when all he got as a response was a sad jumble of moans. It pained him to see his best friend like that. He was like that when Rin and him had broken up but he seemed even worse this time. “I lost her Kakashi. I lost.. her” he groaned into his hand. Kakashi gave him a couple of encouraging pats on the back. “It’ll be ok. You’ll find the one.” He tried saying to comfort him.

Obito picked up his head only to shake it. “No- no that’s the thing. She was the one. She was- a-and I fucked it all up. I did. I fucked it up.” He explained as he picked up his drink and finished it. He pushed his cup back to Kakashi indicating that he wanted another one. Kakashi shook his head. “No Obito, I'm cutting you off. That’s enough. If you drink anymore you’ll get alcohol poisoning.” Kakashi explained as he picked up the cup and put it away. “Just shut up and get me another one.” He rebutted trying to reach for a bottle. Kakashi was quick to take it away before he could reach it. “Look man, I know it’s hard. But It’ll be ok… at least you got to apologise to her right? Maybe now you’ll be able to move on. She’s happy right? You asked her yourself. If you truly love her. You’ll let her go.”

Let her go? Could he really do that? How? You were so engraved into his heart that he couldn’t see how that was possible? Obito felt like a jumbled mess. He couldn’t for the life of him get your words out of his head. “The person I see on my wedding day.. i-is him.. not you Obito” they repeated on a loop in his mind. Obito shut his eyes hoping that it would help but to his disappointment it only helped him envision how beautiful you looked on that night. The way your hair swayed with you as you danced together. The way you studied his scars and traced them with a gentle delicacy he had never felt before. He wanted out but he didn’t want to leave you behind.

Suddenly there was a shuffling in the seat next to him. He could hear someone settle in and ask for a drink. But he couldn't really bring himself to care as he opened his eyes and stared down at the bar. “Rough night?” He heard the person next to him ask him. Obito responded with a grunt giving him the impression that he wasn’t in the mood for a conversation. “Well Whatever it is, it will pass. It always does.” The person continued. Obito lifted his head to look over at the person next to him. He seemed easy going and genuine. “No.. no I don’t think this will.” Obito responded in a somber tone. “You must really be going through it. I met someone a while back who thought the same. They thought they would never get over their current sadness. You want to know what happened to them?.” He said as he finally got his drink from Kakashi.

“What happened?” Obito asked, feeling more intrigued by the man next to him. The man seemed to smile at that. “I’m marrying them in a couple of days. She’s as happy as a clam now. Everyone gets over their pain someway or another. It’s just a matter of time and effort.” He explained. Obito felt his heart drop when he heard about his future marriage. It brought him back to his current predicament. Obito sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m glad it worked out for them but I don’t think I’m the same.” Obito answered. The man took a sip from his drink, scrunching his face as he felt the burning of the alcohol on his throat. Obito smiled at that. “Well maybe talking about it might help.  What happened to you?” He asked. Looking over at the Uchiha.

“The woman I thought was my soulmate … is marrying someone else.” He explained without too much detail. The man seemed to nod. “My condolences, friend. But I don’t think there are such things as soulmates.” He explained as he looked at the tv by the bar. Obito lifted his head in confusion. “What? But you're getting married aren’t you? How do you not believe in soulmates?” He asked. “Hehe, well I don’t believe people are explicitly made for each other, but you can find someone who will change for you to be in your life. In some ways I believe that is better.” The uchiha raised a brow at that. “Why is that?” He asked. The brown haired man smiled. “Because when someone changes or adapts for you it’s an ultimate sign of love. I think working to be a match is better than automatically being one.” He explained with a smile. Obito was about to say something else when the man suddenly got a call. He seemed to jump at the vibration of his phone. “Oh my bad I need to take this.” He said as he excused himself. What an odd man. Still he was grateful for him as he was distracting him from thinking so much of you.

It wasn’t long until the man came back. “Sorry about that, it was my fiancée.” He said with a big smile. Obito watched as the man placed his phone on the counter. “It’s no problem.”He said as he glanced at the man’s phone. Obito froze. His eyes stared at the man’s screensaver. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. There was no way that this could be happening. Yet the undeniable proof was sitting right in front of him. Obito stared at the picture of you on the man’s phone screen.  He felt his blood run cold and then hot. Why were you on his phone? Why did this man have a picture of you? His lips felt dry as he spoke. “S-sorry what was your name?” Obito asked, trying to place the name on his face. “Ah sorry I didn’t introduce myself. My name is Yamato Tenzo.” The man said, reaching out a hand to him.

“Obito Uchiha.” He responded as if to challenge him. Obito didn’t know what was happening. He suddenly felt hot all over. This was the man that you had chosen over him? Why? Why him? What did this man have that he did not? He asked himself. “Yamato. What is your ideal woman?” He suddenly found himself asking. Yamato gave a shy laugh at that. “Ahahha.. well I am a simple man I guess I would desire a woman with a slender waist and big breast..?” He said as if he wasn’t sure of himself. Obito narrowed his eyes. He was nothing special. “And does your fiancé meet your ideal standards?” He felt like he was interrogating him now. Judging to see if he was worthy to marry someone like you. Yamato gave a loud laugh. “No I wouldn’t say so. But I still love her, flaws and all. In fact I would say Y/n is better than my dream girl, she’s real. She’s a cool down to earth type, funny and smart. The whole package.” He said as he took a sip from his drink.

“I see..” was all Obito could say. This man as much as it pained him, seemed like a good and genuine person. Someone who could make you happy, not cry. He also made it clear that he cared for you and loved you. It stung where it hurt him the most. Obito let out a sigh and nodded his head as if silently accepting the answer. “Congratulations. I wish you two the best.” Obito said as he stood up from his seat. “Thank you. I hope you feel better soon.” Yamato said as he looked over to the other grooms men that had walked into the bar. Yamato gave Obito one last pat on the back before he joined them. “Don’t worry. You’ll find the right person. Someone who is willing to change for you and when you do you’ll be able to make them smile like nobody else could.” He said with a closed eye smile.  Obito pictured your smiling face in his mind. Was that true? Had Yamato made you smile in a way he could never make you smile.

Obito had to bite his tongue to keep him from asking him. All he could do was smile and nod. From the bottom of his heart he wished you both a happy marriage.

*5 MONTHS LATER*

The past couple of months had been a total nightmare for him. Pictures of your wedding and honeymoon rotated on social media through mutual friends. All he could think of was how beautiful you looked in your wedding dress and how happy you looked in your honeymoon. At first Obito resorted to drinking his pain away. However with the help of his friends he slowly but surely began to recover. He put in more time and effort into his work out routine and even tried to go on a couple of dates. Of course they failed since he brought you up a lot. He decided he wasn’t ready to move on yet he still felt like he needed to do something before he could. What that was he couldn’t figure out.

Like Obito you felt the need to do something about the way things ended between you two. And for a third time since you had seen him that night you found your way to him. The day was beautiful and sunny with a warm summer breeze. Your Sun hat bounced as you made your way to the park bench where you and him would always wait for each other. You longer felt panicked by the thought of seeing him. But something about the way he looked as he fed the ducks made your heart beat faster. You wondered if you would ever get over that. “Hello obito.” You said as you walked up to him. His eyes left the ducks in the pond and shifted to you in surprise. “Y/n?..” he asked in surprise. “Do you mind if I sit?” You asked him while pointing at the seat next to him. He let a small smile claim his face as he gestured to the seat next to him. “Not at all.”

You smiled as you took a seat next to him being careful to fold your dress under your but so as to not get it stuck on anything. “I always loved coming here.” You said as you took the piece of bread he had offered you to help feed the ducks. “Metoo. I’ve been… coming here ever since you showed it to me.” He explained. “I’m glad.” You smiled back. You two sat in a comfortable silence as you continued to watch the ducks waddle back to the pond. “So what happened. What made you choose him over me?” He finally asked, getting to the reason you had visited. “It just happened.” You answered, feeling the warm breeze shuffle your hair. “What did?” He asked as he finally looked over at you. “I just…I knew.” He seemed unsatisfied with that answer. Like always he was quick to show it. “Knew what?” He asked “What I was never sure of with you. I knew that he would always choose me over anything or anyone else.” He seemed to accept that and broke eye contact with you, turning his face away.

“You know what sucks?” He finally spoke after a long break. “What?” You said as you tilted your head to look at him. “Knowing that destiny, soulmates.. “the right one” was all a lie!... He was right, it's all bullshit.” He said let out a deep breath. You seemed confused. And why wouldn't you be? Your husband never told you about his encounter at the bar a couple of nights before your wedding. “Obito..” you said softly but he continued. “It is bullshit because if it was real… if destiny, if soulmates were real I would be the one married to you. I would be the one who gets to call you my wife and I would be the one who gets to see you first every morning.” You could tell he was having a hard time dealing with his emotions. Slowly your hand reached for his, holding it gently. He stared at your hand just like before but this time he didn’t give it gentle squeezes or warm rubs with his thumbs. “Haha” you gave a warm laugh. “What’s funny?” He asked with a raised brow.

“ It’s just that if destiny wasn’t real and I hadn’t met you. I wouldn’t have run away and left my hometown. I wouldn’t have met Yamato. I wouldn’t have fallen in love and I wouldn’t be happy…” you explained as you looked at him. You remembered the night you both sat in his car and he told you about destiny and fate. You thought it was all complete nonsense but you happily accepted it for him. You looked down at your ring as it laid in his hand.  “You know all that time that I was with him I always thought. You were right…. You just weren’t right about me.” You explained hoping he would understand. Obito was kind, sweet and very loving. That last thing that you wanted to do was change him as a person. Whoever he found to love would surely be blessed with abundance of love, it just wasn’t you.

Obito closed his eyes and furrowed his brows. His warm hand closed around yours giving it a gentle squeeze like before but this time he seemed to do it more as a final goodbye than anything. “I should go… but I'm really glad to see that you’re doing well.”You said gently as you got up from the bench and began walking away. He watched the way your hair bounced and your dress bellowed in the wind as your feet carried you away. He gave a small sigh and stood up from his seat. “Y/n!..” he yelled, making you stop and turn. “I really do hope that you’re happy.” He said with a soft smile. You gave him a soft smile back and without saying another word walked away. Just like that the chapter between you and Obito ended. Bittersweet to the very end…

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This was not asked for, But I have delivered.

Vergil, do you ever think about those who have died for you to be where you stand now?

Vergil stood at the foot of a grave in the middle of a field. Poppies of all colors grew around his feet. Dante’s earlier words rang in his ears. Vergil didn’t have to answer the question. They both knew the answer was ‘no’. It had to be that way. Vergil had been a man who could not afford to look back. To do so would be to ensure he crumbled. 

Things were different now. Vergil got what he wanted. For the only time in his life, it seemed. He escaped torment and torture to see family on the other side. He could sleep at night without things coming after him. He had all the power he could get. 

Victory was a hollow feeling. Vergil had something to show for his efforts, but no one to show it to. Vergil closed his eyes and took a deep breath, finally kneeling to face the headstone. The name haphazardly carved into it had long since faded. The stone was almost completely smooth under his touch. 

“It’s strange, the moments devoid of bloodshed.” A feminine voice appeared behind him. 

Vergil jolted upright, his thumb pressed against his sword, ready for a fight. In front of him was…

“It’s even stranger when your past comes back to haunt you, no matter how thoroughly you bury it.” The speaker’s voice carried, her soft vocals pulling him in. “or how lovingly you do so.” 

“Alice.” Vergil’s voice was disbelieving. He found her-

-Her heart was yanked out of her chest, her skin had gone white and cold, her blood having long turned black-

“Shhhh.” Alice hummed. Vergil didn’t even realize that his breathing had sped up. 

She looked just as he remembered her the last time he saw her in life. Her silver-blond hair was impossibly lone, she was wearing her black bustier, tied perfectly in a neat little bow, with the black skirt and the black and white stockings. Her eyes were bright blue, watching him. From where her neck met under her jaw all the way down was a thin line, Vergil didn’t look at it too long. He couldn’t look at her for too long. His eyes looked down. 

“You’re not here,” Vergil said, his tone was defensive; like an animal getting cornered. “It’s the poppies, I haven’t slept-” 

Alice laughed, it was a dry rattling sound that stabbed into his mind, cutting him off. “You DID put me here, Vergil,” 

Vergil took a step back, his heel hitting the gravestone. He froze. Alice closed the gap between them, wrapping her arms around him.

The brief fight between the twins was a comfort he hadn’t had in a while. Vergil was disappointed in the skill level Dante had, but the twin was truly alive. He may have lived as a human, but Dante still had that glint of magic in his eye. Vergil was pleasantly surprised to see that Alice could pull that up to the surface. She had more value than Arkham let on.

Once the twins had gone their separate ways, Vergil made his way back to the house. He was proud to see that everything had gone smoothly, not accounting for Dante being stubborn. 

The house was silent as death, when he made his way back. He was used to the sounds of creatures running around, be it Alice or a number of other things. 

“He won’t cooperate.” Arkham’s voice rang out. Vergil sneered at the man, who was wiping his hands with a dark towel. “But I trust it won’t be an issue.” 

“I will handle my brother. Unless there’s nothing else here, You can send Alice if you need to speak to me.” Vergil, responded, snapping his teeth more than he was actually speaking. 

His footsteps drowned out Arkham’s chuckle. 

Vergil came across his private room. The sharp smell of iron was obvious even behind a closed door. Vergil tightened his grip on the Yamato. Behind the door was… not as bloody as he expected by the smell of blood. 

Alice was limp against his chair, bruises on her neck, under her choker, and blood down the front. Vergil was expecting fear on her face, but the resigned acceptance was almost worse. Her eyes glassed over, tear streaks still there. Red was dripping from the corner of her mouth. Vergil, almost out of habit wiped the streaks away. She was looking out of the window. Vergil followed her gaze, onto a field half of a mile away. Flowers were budding under Alice’s gaze. Vergil closed his eyes, fighting back memories. He brought her cold forehead to his in an apology, before taking her to get a closer look at the flowers. 

Vergil carved her name on a rock with a small dagger. 

He was still covered in her blood when he was confronted by Arkham. Vergil felt angry, but his rage boiled over into a calmness. 

“We are one step closer for you to access the power of Sparda.” Arkham promised. Vergil swallowed down the urge to silence him. “One more seal has been broken. I trust that won’t be an issue.”

Vergil imagined cutting into the man for the briefest of moments before steeling his nerves. He stayed quiet, not answering Arkham.

“We all have to make sacrifices, Vergil. Hell cannot open without a little bloodshed.” Arkham continued before walking away. 

Vergil let his tears fall as Alice hummed softly. Opened his eyes, just to make sure she was there. She felt cold and the dampness from his tears felt too similar to blood. He didn’t feel a pulse. Alice pulled away. Vergil just stared. Alice had a bittersweet smile on her face.

“You’re different now, V.” Her voice was soft, light. 

Vergil didn’t trust himself to speak for a moment. “I have the power I need to protect those I need to.”

“And no one to protect. What a silly little problem to have. Was it worth it?” Alice stepped towards the tombstone, making Vergil step away from it. She sat on the rock, perched like a little bird. Now that he could will himself to look at her, He noticed that she was wearing a crown made of the poppies that surrounded her. Silence filled the space between them. A white rabbit approached the two of them. Alice reached down to pet it before looking up at Vergil, Her eyebrows raised, still looking for his answer. 

“No.” 

“Ah, yes. Now that you have it, did you want it in the first place?” Alice cocked her head to the side. 

“I’d rather none of this happened for me to get it.” Vergil sighed. 

“But you don’t get to have that.” Alice said. “Life doesn’t work like that.” 

Vergil sucked in a breath. “No, I burned so many bridges.” 

“And yet you still try to cross them.” Alice ran her finger over the stone, the rock melting under her finger, carving her name into it in perfect script. “I wonder if you’ve gone mad.” 

“I’m talking to a dead girl.” Vergil responded. 

She smiled. “Like I said.” 

The rabbit hopped away. Alice’s smile faded. “You’re going to leave soon.”

“I have a life to live now.” Vergil nodded. “No more nightmares.”

“You and I both know those never truly go away.” Alice hummed. “But… Live for the both of us, V. Stay alive.” 

“I give you my word.” Vergil nodded.

“Is that a promise?” Alice raised an eyebrow. “Making deals as such is so dangerous.” 

“And yet, here I am.” Vergil nodded. 

“Before you go, one thing…” Alice stood up, wrapping Vergil in a hug. 

She was warm this time. Vergil closed his eyes and took a deep breath, hair and flowers ticking his nose. “Let me stand with you one last time.” 

Vergil nodded holding her close as her form melted into petals. He pulled away to look at her face. Before she dissolved into nothingness, her eyes clouded over, and red dripped from her form. The blood turned to petals as well, leaving the scent of poppies to fill the air as exhaustion flooded him and the world went black. 

Vergil woke up to the rabbit sitting on his chest. The sun was setting on the flowers, and fireflies in the air. The scent of the flowers clung to him as he stood up, gently setting the creature down. It looked at him for a moment before laying down next to the stone, still with the new engraving on it. There was a comfort in offering his friend the peace she never found in life. He cut himself a portal back to Devil May Cry, returning home with a clearer head. 

When he returned to his room to get some rest, he took off his coat and gloves, catching himself in the mirror. Wrapped around his arms, was artwork, painted. Depictions of green vines with the flowers at the grave sprinkled around them, in different colors. Magic radiated from that and with a simple pull of his will, metal chains, stained green with flower weights appeared in his hand, the petals sharpened into blades. A promise of protection was left unspoken. 

The next morning Vergil decided to keep the coat off. 

“New look, Vergil? Didn’t take you for that type.” Dante had commented. 

“Gift from a friend.” He responded.

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Takeru Week 2022 - Day 4: Relationships

Days: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] Title: Meeting The Family Characters: Takeru Takaishi, Kimi Shincai (OC), Natsuko Takaishi, Hiroaki Ishida, Misaki Shincai (OC), Haruto Shincai (OC), Yamato Ishida and Sora Takenouchi. Summary: Takeru and Kimi have their first date and meet each other's parents for the first time. Takeru was surprised that he was feeling so nervous before a date. It was something new for him and he didn’t know what to think of it. He’s been in many dates before and always felt very at ease with it. “Hi.” Kimi’s soft voice echoed in his ears and he turned around with a wide grin on his lips. She couldn’t help but smile back at him. “Did I make you wait too long?” “Not at all.” He shook his head and stood up. “I have to say, you chose a good place for a date.” “You should never take a public relations’ opinion for granted. She might surprise you.” “I’ll make sure to remember that.” “Good. So shall we go in?” “Of course. After you.” “A gentleman, I see.” “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Takeru was amazed by the whole decoration in the bar. There were some neon signs on the walls and the illumination was a yellow tone. They had to walk through a hall to get into another area of the bar. This one was much more modern that the one they had just left, but the neon decoration was still part of it. Kimi headed to a table in the back of the room and he followed her closely. “Here we are. What did you think of it?” “I think it’s really cool. The decoration is pretty amazing. How did you find this place?” “I have my resources.” She said mysteriously and smiled. “I’m just kidding, some classmates had come here before and recommended it to us.” “That’s very nice.” “It is.” Kimi grabbed the menu and started looking through it to decide what to order. “So you’re studying Languages, huh? Are you planning on being a teacher or something?” “A writer.” Takeru did the same as her. “I want to publish a book, actually.” “Really?” She asked surprised. “About what?” “About some memories. I could tell you more about it, but I want it to be a surprise to everyone.” “Oh, alright. So it will be a biographical book?” “Not exactly. It’s not the story of my life. I just have something really cool I wanna share and also remember forever physically.” “Whatever it is that you’re writing, I’m sure you’ll get the result you want.” “Thank you, Kimi.” He gave her a small smile. “Do you know what you’re going to order yet?” “Yeah, the coconut and chocolate milkshake and the Australian hamburger. I heard it’s the best one here.” “Their meals have country names? How cool!” “They do. I highly recommend the Italian one too.” “I might go with this one then. And ice tea.” “Nice choice. I’m going to get the waiter then. Do you want anything else?” “No, I’m alright.” “Great.” Kimi raised her hand to call the nearest waiter and turned her attention back to Takeru while waiting for him to get there. “So why did you choose Public Relations?” “Because it would be very helpful to achieve my dream to work with events. Indeed it was, now I’m working as an intern in one of the most important companies about it in Kyoto and its region.” “Are you graduated?” “No, I’m in my final year. I can’t wait to graduate though.” “Time flew by so fast, huh? It seems like yesterday when we met and it was a year and a half ago.” “Has it really been that long?” “It has. I still remember how much you wanted to get into our reading group, but hesitating. It took me quite an effort to convince you to do it.” “Not quite, though. It was lifetime opportunity to see you reading Cinderella for children.” “You’re welcome.” He grinned brightly at her. “Don’t be so full of yourself.” “I never am.”

“So you’re saying you never did this?” Kimi asked surprised when they walked into the park. “Not since I was a child.” Takeru confirmed. “My brother and I did this every single night when we lived together.” “I thought it was something a lot of people did on dates, but now I think it’s just me. I absolutely love staring at the moon and the stars.” “So you basically took every guy you went out with to a park to watch them?” “You make it seem like I dated a lot of guys.” She couldn’t help but find the whole situation amazing. “But I really didn’t. And to answer your question, no, I didn’t take every guy I dated to a park. Only the ones I thought had the potential to be something more.” “So is it safe to assume that’s how you feel about us?” “Maybe.” Kimi said mysteriously and reached for his hand. “Come on, I know just the perfect spot to lie down and stare at the sky.”

Takeru knew understood right away why Kimi loved that spot. He was immediately taken back to his childhood, and a smile crept into his lips. “You’re welcome.” Her voice echoed in his ear and he turned his head to look at her. He was met by such a beautiful smile he couldn’t help but smile back at her. “Don’t you just think this is the perfect way to end a beautiful night?” “Absolutely.” Suddenly he didn’t care about watching the sky; he had a much prettier sight right next to him. “You’re not even looking at it.” “I already am, trust me.” “I bet you said that to many women before.” “I didn’t, I swear.” “I’m not sure I believe you.” “There’s only one way to find out. Are you willing to do it?” “I’ll take the risk.” She slid closer to him and pressed her lips against his very timidly, just to know what his reaction would be. Takeru wasted no time in sliding his hand to the back of her head and rolled her back, so he was pinning her on the ground with his chest pressed against hers. His tongue entered her mouth and Kimi took it in with a smile as she wrapped her arms around his neck. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t want to watch the moon above.

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[jippy-kandi]

Digimon Adventure: 2020 – Episode 64: The Angels’ Determination (Review)

Thoughts on the sixty-fourth episode of the Digimon Adventure reboot series.

I think this was a decent opener to the climax?

The episode opens up with Algomon instead of a recap - this is how you know shit is getting serious! :D

Welcome back, Devimon! Even if only in Takeru’s dream. He had so much potential . . . and I actually kinda still dig him as a villain, lol.

omg seeing Hikari ride some childish tram thing was both adorable and funny, lol . . . because she’s usually so creepy. :P

Tailmon being an info dump again. This series needed someone like Gennai to do this - instead of relying on convenient past lives’ knowledge.

Wisemon: “I see. Its effects on Machine Digimon are strong! This brings joy to my knowledge.” LOL. I wish he was in this series more - he could’ve been Gennai’s replacement!

And, of course, the kids reuniting just . . . happens. Just a convenience. No one acts like they haven’t seen each other in a while, lol. Takaishida bros are just chillin’. But it’s super nice to hear all the kids’ voices again . . . especially Yamato. Get your one line, bae. ;_;

OK . . . Deathmon looks funny, ngl. XD; He is known as the King of Darkness? HE HAS ONE EYE! . . . It’s just funny to see this one eye emote. XD;

It was nice seeing all the Digimon we met along the way in this series. Refreshed my memory a bit too, lol. A few of them had good episodes as well . . . which honestly should’ve been given to the actual cast of kids, lol. Some of these Digimon had more of a personality than them. ;_;

Wisemon: “I see! In this Digital World . . . the children’s reliability and sincerity have allowed them to form a friendship with the Digimon. The Chosen Children saved us with knowledge and nurtured us with courage and love. And they have kindled hope. The answer to the crests’ mystery is . . . in other words, their entire adventure.” . . . Meh. It was nice of Toei to try and use all the names of the Crests in that explanation (although Angewomon had to come in with “light”, lmao) - and it would’ve been pretty neat . . . if their entire adventure was in fact actually good and worthwhile. But alas. His words feel empty. :P

Seraphimon and Ophanimon’s Mega evolutions were pretty damn cool. They had almost no build up though . . . lol. Just threat appears, so let’s go!!! But whatever. I really dig their designs. They look great!

But . . . uh, just like Angemon’s voice, Seraphimon’s voice is so bad, lmao. :c

The battle against Deathmon was super quick as well, but it looked cool, so eh. Whatever. Good enough, I guess. It felt epic for those few seconds there. :P

I get that this episode was about Takeru and Hikari (the angels), but why did Taichi seem to have a starring role when he was just . . . there . . . but did absolutely nothing? XD; Like, Yamato can do that too! Just be there, doing nothing, but seeming “important”. But . . .

Does Yamato not exist to Toei anymore? Is he just Taichi’s sperm donor for Omegamon? lmao. I swear, if Omegamon happens next episode, Yamato better feel like a feature role and not a cameo like he did here. :P

And the Great Catastrophe is Negamon! Whoever that is. He looks like a cross between a jellyfish and sperm. :D

Overall, I guess this was a pretty good start to the climax . . .? I guess. :P

And it’s official! This series will have a total of 67 episodes (just one more than the forever rumoured 66). That means only three episodes to go! YAY!!! \o/

I really hope all the kids are involved in these last three episodes - and it’s not just Taichi feat. Takari. :c

[alighieri-sparda]

Cann you headcanon about Vergil holding nero as a baby. But the s/o died while giving birth to him.

I just want angst heh

Vergil in Fortuna Headcanons: Nero and his mother fates.

➤ Masterlist | Rules 

Hello, my dear anon. I am sorry for my usual delay, I hope you are still here to read this.

That’s my first time writing DMC angst, I guess. So yeah it might be kinda shitty I’M SORRY, but I tried so hard. ;w; Hope you like it, my dear. I really do. If you’re not satisfied with its results, however, don’t be ashamed of asking me to rewrite it. I’d do it gladly for you.

Devil May Cry 3 gif because there were no good gifs of him in 4.

WARNING: Angst, mentions of death and blood. 

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A one-night affair was not something Vergil imagined he would find in the old city of Fortuna. In fact, the population of Fortuna was also not known by its good reception with outsiders; so, when that woman in red approached him and gently declared to be grateful for his work of slashing those demonic creatures, Vergil was more than certain that her words were not about gratitude only. He hesitated to proceed as soon as he found himself succumbing to her subtle proposal, but in his deepest thoughts, he had no real intention of letting this unique opportunity pass by.

Neither of them was completely sure of what they were doing. It was not like Vergil or the woman were uncertain about the decision they made though. Oh no, the point was definitely not that. It felt more like they were just following their pure instincts and deep desires, not giving enough credit to their insecurities or lack of experience on carnal knowledge. Specially Vergil got his mind all blank of important precautions since he was the one who was most aware of what that could turn into later. Besides, they had a wonderful and unforgettable night.

“Unforgettable” is, indeed, a precisely chosen word to describe the consequences of that night in Vergil’s life. He had no intention to come back to Fortuna at all: once his research was done, he would leave that antiqued island and keep his way on his unstoppable pursuit of power. His recklessness would have later consequences though since someone forgot to pull out even when neither he nor the woman had any kind of protection.

He tried his best to ignore his thoughts on the woman and yet her gentle words haven’t disappeared from his mind, not showing any possibilities to go away that soon. Those memories were pleasant of course, but nothing worth his attention, in his opinion. After four months of research and no expressive results, Vergil pretended not to be interested in that ordinary lady and left the old city. But it didn’t mean he didn’t leave something behind: among the crowd of hooded worshippers of the Savior, a humble woman had an accentuated belly bump kindly growing under her red dress.

All of his attempts to forget the woman were all in vain, however. During his lonely and self-destructive path of pursuing endless power, Vergil did remember her several times and wondered uncountable things about her current situation at the time. It started slowly: firstly, Vergil pondered if that gentle lady in red was doing right without him, due to danger caused by the demons who would show up in her neighborhood like on the day they met. Then, he remembered all the lovely words she said to him even after their night, and how her face contorted in sadness when Vergil sharply warned: “Thanks for the good time we had, but do not expect to see me again”.

But Vergil would not submit that easily. Oh, he stubbornly struggled as much as he could not to take another ship and go to Fortuna just to see if she was doing well. If she was safe. And when he finally figured out that the woman was almost certainly pregnant and his direct descendant was completely exposed, everything got even worse inside his mind. Those foolish distractions were driving him crazy, but for how much longer could Vergil run away from his responsibility? Would the consequences of his foolhardiness be that severe for his main goal to be worth his attention and time?

Vergil just made his decision when the memories about his childhood crossed his mind; his tricky subconscious focused specifically on his mother, Eva. After years of feeling abandoned, thrown to the cruel claws of the merciless demonic world with nothing but Yamato and his survival instincts when only being a child, the good remembrance of his calm and happy childhood alongside his family hurt like hell. What wouldn’t he do to have a happy life again? Maybe that woman and his child would be his unique chance to start again. To reconstruct what has left of his broken heart and give his descendent the happy life Vergil couldn’t have. To protect his family at last.

At the same time he missed those old times though, something deepened into his soul was blaming him to feel like that. Foolish weaknesses of his powerless human side, Vergil heard himself saying to no one more times he could’ve counted. 

After nine months of negligence and self-struggling, Vergil finally went back to Fortuna. He was still a bit annoyed about the decision he made, but he couldn’t help it anymore. Even if the woman didn’t want to accept him as her mate, Vergil would try to protect and support his kin regardless. His heart finally embraced at least a part of his humanity; Vergil realized after he stepped into the old gates. This would not distract him from his path of pursuing power, not even close to it; and they could even be something to motivate him to actually proceed.

Thus, the young son of Sparda lost himself among the dusty and antique streets of Fortuna in a search for the lady and the child who filled his thoughts for months straight, and after an hour walking through the common hooded crowd of Fortuna, he found himself in the same quiet street where the woman’s house was placed. Everything was just like it has always been since Vergil left, except for the wild and distorted growling coming from the said house.

No way it was happening again.

Vergil entered the house quickly, but he was too late. Even slashing those demons in the blink of an eye as he’s done uncountable times already, his main reason for being in Fortuna again was laying there: a lifeless cold body covered in blood. Why was she attacked by demons? Did they feel that a Sparda descendant was about to be born, or was she just another unlucky and random citizen of Fortuna who was a victim of the insatiable bloodlust of the demonic creatures? It didn’t matter at that point. Vergil failed on protecting someone who he cared about once more. He was still weak. 

He didn’t even get a chance to talk to the woman again. That sweet voice calling for him, the only one in the world that could make him feel loved? Vergil would never hear it again. 

Although, near the woman’s corpse, a little creature surprisingly was still alive. A defenseless baby was crying his lungs out to no one in that dark room. 

Yet still shocked with the woman’s dead body sight, Vergil immediately crossed the number of demonic carcasses and took the baby in his arms carefully. He had no experience holding a baby, but that fragile and innocent body fit perfectly in his embrace anyway, just like Vergil had done that instinctively. When Vergil put his eyes on his son and realized what was happening at that moment, he couldn’t hold back his tears. His son was alive in his arms, being warmly held and protected after a tragic loss of his family — something Vergil wished had happened to him when he lost his mother. 

However, the guilt Vergil felt due to his huge failure impeded him to keep his son with him. He could not take care of his son, he didn’t deserve it. Vergil didn’t have enough strength to protect him, not yet. But before leaving his son and keeping him away from the dangers of being related to a son of Sparda, Vergil gave him the name “Nero”. The name he would keep in his mind even in his darkest times to remember why he chose to obtain more and more power.

Wrapping Nero in the nearest black blanket he found and gently kissing his sweaty forehead, Vergil lost part of his soul when he basically abandoned his newborn son in front of the orphanage’s door, at the mercy of those who took care of and protected the defenseless children of Fortuna. Next to his wrapped little body, a grimy piece of cardboard was placed to not confuse anyone who would find him: he was Nero. His name would be the only thing Vergil allowed himself to give to him before leaving, no one could ever take it from him.

Once more, Vergil left Fortuna. But this time, he was certain he would go back: but only when he was worthy of it. He needed more power. More power to go back and protect Nero properly. Until that day, Vergil wasn’t confident enough to stay with him, no matter how badly he wanted to do so; it might be too risky. And if when he returned his son wasn’t there, alive and well, Vergil would shatter that city to pieces for pure vengeance.

Bonus: When Mundus turned Vergil into one of his puppets, he had access to his memories and found out about Nero’s existence. Then, Mundus decided to name his new creation as “Nelo Angelo”: to always remind that pitiful descendant of Sparda who he left behind and would never see again for being just a weak and miserable half-demon.

[addictedtomanga]

Classic shoujo mangas

1.       Skip Beat – ongoing

Sixteen-year-old Kyouko Mogami followed her childhood friend and love interest Shoutarou "Shou" Fuwa to Tokyo to support him while he works toward his dream of becoming a top idol in the entertainment industry. But after finding out that Shou considers her as little more than a mere housekeeper, she swears to enact revenge by entering the entertainment industry herself and beating him at his own game!

However, Kyouko's revenge plan suffers a setback almost immediately when she is rejected by the talent agency of her choice. Fortunately, the president of the agency gives her a second chance, and places her in the newly made "Love Me" section. Kyouko then begins her long journey to stardom, cultivating her skills as an actress and forming relationships with new friends along the way.

! I always loved this one, but it has really REALLY slow-pacing, and its ongoing, so if you haven’t started it yet, I’d wait ‘til it’s done.

2.       Ouran High School Host Club

At Ouran High School, an academy where only the children of the rich and powerful attend, there exists a club consisting of the most elite of the student body: the legendary Host Club. Within the club's room, six beautiful, bored boys spend their time entertaining equally beautiful and bored girls.

Haruhi Fujioka, a poor scholarship student, has no interest in the Host Club—until she breaks a valuable vase in their clubroom. After being mistaken for a boy, Haruhi is forced by Kyouya Ootori to work for the Host Club to repay her debt. Tamaki Suou, the princely leader of the club, eagerly takes her under his wing to teach her the ways of the host. Things, however, are never quite so simple with the Host Club around. Even the most mundane events can turn into huge spectacles with the likes of prankster twins Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin, stoic Takashi Morinozuka, and sweet Mitsukuni "Hunny" Haninozuka. The crazy adventures of the Host Club are just beginning, and Haruhi must learn how to survive in the glitzy world of the hosts.

3.       Kimi ni Todoke

Kuronuma Sawako is completely misunderstood by her classmates. Her timid and sweet demeanor is often mistaken for malicious behavior. This is due to her resemblance to the ghost girl from "The Ring," which has led her peers to give her the nickname Sadako. Longing to make friends and live a normal life, she is naturally drawn to Kazehaya Shouta, the most popular guy in class, whose "100% refreshing" personality earns him great admiration from Sawako. So when Kazehaya starts talking to her, maybe there is hope for the friendships Sawako has always longed for. Maybe...there is even a little hope for some romance in her future.

! A bit too long in my opinion, but its sweet.

4.       Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge

It's a gorgeous, spacious mansion, and four handsome, fifteen-year-old friends are allowed to live in it for free! There's only one condition—that within three years the guys must transform the owner's wallflower niece into a lady befitting the palace in which they all live! How hard can it be?

Enter Sunako Nakahara, the agoraphobic, horror-movie-loving, pockmark-faced, frizzy-haired, fashion-illiterate recluse who tends to break into explosive nosebleeds whenever she sees anyone attractive. This project is going to take more than our four heroes ever expected: it needs a miracle!

! This is super frustrating. I loved everything, except for the ending. Honestly, I don’t recommend reading it with great expectations, just enjoy the story. 

5.       Dengeki Daisy

Teru Kurebayashi is left all alone in the world after the death of her brother, Souichirou. Well, all alone except for "Daisy," someone that she can always talk to and who never hesitates to cheer her up. However, Teru has never met Daisy, she has no idea what he looks like, and her only means of contacting him is through a cell phone that her brother left for her.

In stark contrast to the kind words and encouragement Teru receives from Daisy, she gets nothing but grief from the rude school janitor, Tasuku Kurosaki, who forced Teru to work for him after she accidentally broke a window. But while Kurosaki seems like a lazy good-for-nothing who only enjoys making her miserable, is there more to him than meets the eye?

6.       Kaichou wa Maid-sama

Seika High School was an all-boys school, but it has since turned co-ed. Misaki Ayuzawa is the first female student council president of the school, eventually earning the nickname of the "Demon President" due to her mastery of Aikido and imposed iron rule.

However, Misaki harbors an embarrassing secret—she has to work at a maid café to support her family. If anybody from her school was to find out, her reputation would be utterly destroyed. And after Takumi Usui—the most popular boy at school—discovers her secret, that might just happen.

7.       Special A

Have you ever known someone who was better than you at everything you did? Hikari does. She's known Kei since they were both six years old and he's surpassed her at everything. Now they are the top two students in an extremely prestigious high school, with Kei holding firmly to that number one position, and Hikari is still determined to beat him, no matter what it takes.

8.       Black Bird

Misao Harada has been able to see demons since she was a child and has vague memories of a boy who protected her from these troublesome creatures, vowing to come back for her someday. Now in high school, Misao wishes she could be normal and have a boyfriend. As she returns home one day, she notices a gorgeous stranger has moved in next door. To her surprise, he introduces himself as Kyou, her long-lost childhood friend and first love.

The next day, on her 16th birthday, Misao is suddenly wounded by a classmate. Exposed as a demon, he plans to eat her in order to gain eternal youth. When all hope seems lost, Kyou saves her, revealing himself as the leader of a Tengu clan. Since making Misao his bride will bring prosperity to his clan, he offers her a choice: sleep with him and become his bride, or endure more attacks from other demons drawn to the power of her blood.

! A bit dramatic to my taste, but overall I really liked it

9.     Last Game

Nothing is beyond Naoto Yanagi, heir to the Yanagi business conglomerate. Idolized for his athletic and intellectual competence, looks and wealth, Naoto lived like a king during his elementary school days—then entered Mikoto Kujou, a plain, gloomy-looking transfer student.

Due to her low financial status, Naoto was initially apathetic towards Mikoto. But despite having just arrived at his school, she completely eclipsed him in everything by consistently scoring top marks in exams and placing first in athletic events. After a brief confrontation with her that left him shocked, Naoto vowed to outdo her no matter the cost.

Ten years later, they are now students attending the same college. Having failed to defeat Mikoto throughout middle and high school, Naoto decides they will have one last game: if he can make Mikoto fall in love with him and then break her heart, it will be his victory. However, he finds himself falling in love with her instead...

! One of my favorites! 

I love this one, but beware, its slow-paced

[bitchiha]

S/O walking in on kakashi, iruka, and yamato (separate ofc) masturbating? 👉👈

A/N: HI BLESS YOU FOR THIS I REad THIS AND I JUST HAD TO TYPE IT OUT ASAP because Wowowowowo

✎ (NSFW) S/o walking in on them masturbating 

Kakashi

This guy is horny 24/7 so when you’re not around he’s kinda like... shit, now what? Like you’re not there to help him out and he’s hard as a rock.. So he just goes at it LMFAO

He probably jacks off a lot when you’re away on missions, just because - as I ruthlessly state in every possible kakashi headcanon I write - he’s horny!!!!!!!!

Honestly like he’s always horny, sometimes he can’t help himself

So yeah, he does it all the time, you just haven’t happened to catch him in the act. Until now lol.

You had left a few days ago on a mission leaving your shared apartment to himself. It’s about 10 pm and he’s reading Icha Icha in bed and there is an especially steamy scene going down and he can’t stop thinking about doing the contents in the book to you..

Having you ontop of him right now with your hands on his chest for support as you ride him, tits bouncing with every movement..Then he thinks of your face, with your jaw slightly open from the way his dick is making you feel..

Annnnd.. now he’s got a boner

Doesn’t even panic because he's used to it, hes just like “oh well, guess I’ll have to do something about this myself.” He was half expecting himself to have to do this at some point in your absence.

He was in a t-shirt and sweats, so he just sits up quickly and takes the shirt off, tossing it on the foot of the bed as he stands up, grabbing one of your panties from your wardrobe. He took the white lacy ones (they’re his favourite) and lays back down on the bed against the pillows.

Pulls his dick out slowly, shoving his briefs and sweatpants down a little bit, too eager to actually rid himself of all his clothes.

Then he reaches for his lotion and lets be real, he has lotion on the bedside table. So, he reaches over and puts some on his hands, wrapping your panties up around his cock and gets down to business.

Starts slowly and squeezes his eyes shut, he doesn’t even have to try hard to picture you ontop of him because he literally thinks about it all the time when he’s in these moods. I told you he’s literally always horny.

As he picks up the pace he becomes a real groaning mess. Afterall he needs some sounds to make it seem real.

He starts dirty talking out loud and acting like he’s talking to you.

“Fuck, y/n.” “You take my dick so well.”

His head is thrown back and he’s getting really close.

He’s so caught up in pleasuring himself that he doesn’t hear the door to your apartment open or the sound of you calling his name (if he did, he probably just thought it was his imagination.)

Then you call out again and your voice is getting closer, it seems real this time, so he opens his eyes and as he does he sees the doorknob to the bedroom turning and his hands are still pumping his cock, so he just kind of freezes.

“Kakashi? im home! The mission finished early-“

You open the door to see a sweat soaked Kakashi with his head thrown back on the pillows and his bare chest tightening as his stroking stopped hastily. Not to mention his favourite pair of your panties around his cock being used as stimulation.

He just ares at you, lifting his head and panting slightly. He doesn’t bother to try and cover up what he was doing because there was no way you didn’t hear him just say, “your such a fucking whore for me” before you opened the door.

Honestly, your blushing face just turns him on even more and so he recovers from the shock pretty quickly lol, he says something like, “oh thats good, I’ve got something I need you to take care of.”

Then it just leads to classic horny Kakashi sex

Yamato

Okay Uhm hes also really fucking horny.

You two are on a mission together and you’re setting up camp for the rest of the night in one of his woodstyle jutsu houses. 

It was a really hot day and so you told him that you needed to go wash up in the lake.

Man this guy has been crushing on you since you two first met when he was assigned to Team 7 by Tsunade, but he gets so nervous whenever he tries to ask you out. 

You just fluster him all the time and it doesnt help that he is usually horny as fuck. So as he lays back on one of his wood style chairs and starts thinking...

The thought of you stripping down, unclasping your bra and slowly pulling your panties down before slipping into the lake and washing yourself only made his unbearable desire even worse.

Plus he has a thing for tits so he’s imagining little water droplets slowly sliding down your hardened nipples, courtesy of the cold water.

Before he knows what he’s doing he’s reaching for the waistband of his pants and yanking them down.

He’s jerked off loads of times before so he knows what he’s doing lolololololol

Doesn’t have lotion though so he just resorts to his pre cum and spitting on his hands.

Starts off a little faster than he usually does because he’s kinda rushing since you may be back anytime soon. That low-key turns him on even more though.

Definitely thinking about fucking you in the lake

Can’t help the moans, I mentioned this before and I’ll say it again, hes pretty loud when he’s getting down to business

Mumbles some dirty shit under his breath and it’s actually 10000% hotter than you would imagine

Like it’s all breathy and his head is tilted back with eyes eyes squeezed shut and omfgggg you can see his Adam’s Apple moving slowly and hdhdhsjsjsjsjshsh ugh wow

“Ngh, y/n... you like that?” “Such.. such a good girl for me.”

Can’t hear anything over the sound of him moaning and the pumping of his cock

So he doesn’t even realize you’ve walked into the house because you forgot your towel and are standing right outside the bedroom door where he is jacking off and thinking about fucking you senseless in the lake

You have to walk right up to him and stand directly in front of him, he senses someones presence so he opens his eyes and his jaw drops at the sight of you and his movements freeze.

“I- Y/n..”

He’s so embarrassed omg, tries to cover up, but you stop him because let’s be real.. now you’re horny as fuck too

And then he actually does fuck you in the lake <3

Iruka

Okay so basically Iruka is a closet horney. Like let’s be real hes also touch starved as hell.. The only difference between Yamato, Kakashi and him is that Iruka can’t communicate his horniness.. poor guy

So when you’re out for the afternoon helping Naruto buy groceries for actually decent prices and forcing him to buy vegetables, hes alone by himself.

It’s the weekend and he’s already caught up on marking work for the academy, so he lets his mind wander and starts thinking about what a great mom you were gonna be for their kids.. then he starts thinking about the act of having kids..

Now he’s all worked up lol

He doesn’t want to do it

He really doesn’t want to, but he can’t stop thinking about you kissing up the column of his throat or straddling his waist and grinding down on him while he groans underneath you and well.. he gets uncomfortably hard.

Decides to lay there and maybe it will go away

It doesn’t

He decides to take a shower, maybe that will help him calm down

Big mistake 

Because now, as he’s showering he’s thinking about YOU showering and gosh he feels like such a pervert but he can’t help himself and he keeps thinking about all the things he wants you to do to him in the shower

Gives in and grabs his length frustratedly and just starts at a very fast needy pace, wanting to get it over with, which is kinda painful at first but he doesn’t care he just needs to get rid of this feeling.

As he starts getting close he can’t help the volume of the panting and groans leaving his mouth

Which alarms you as you enter your apartment. Dropping your grocery bags and locking the door to the house behind you.

“Iruka?” You call concernedly as you make your way to the washroom, the door left ajar in his haze to rid himself of his flustered state

That’s when you see him, water pouring down his body as he desperately pumps at his dick. His heads bent downward as the water falls into his hair and onto his neck, trailing down his back.

My gosh girl... like wow whatta sight

And his cheeks are red because he’s blushing about all the things he’s thinking of, literally wowowow

He still doesn’t know you’re there because you’re hiding behind the door and your practically drooling at the shit he’s muttering

“Dont s-stop.” “Y/n... ngh... please, let me cum in you.”

Then you swing the door open because you can’t handle it anymore

His head snaps up immediately and his hands fall away from his dick and attempts to cover it as if that was gonna prove he wasn’t just moaning your name and jacking off in the shower.

Honestly he just stays frozen like that staring at you wide eyed and he most definitely was about to cum just before you swung the door open so his cock is twitching

He apologizes profusely but you shake your head and start ridding yourself of your clothes too because you’re just as horny as he is now

I mean who wouldn’t be lol

“How about I give you the real thing right now, Iruka?”

[thenightgazer]

A Long Way Home

While still trapped in the Underworld, Dante and Vergil have to resolve their family issue. One that can't be solved only by swords and guns.

It's been two years since Red Grave incident, one week after Christmas, and still no news about Dante and Vergil. That leaves Nero terribly upset, but little did he know that miracle will come to him very soon.

Merry Christmas @nibbbs! Surprise surprise, I’m your secret santa from @dmcsecretsanta! Hopefully you enjoy the gift I wrote for you! Happy reading and happy holiday!

You can also read it on my AO3!

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The Underworld has never been this quiet before.

That forsaken place is the real no man’s land; always boisterous with fights between demons to take over the throne of the Underworld. Be it a slaughter between lower demons or higher demons, they couldn’t care less. Their primal instinct is just craving more power and of course, human flesh. But since the portal to cross into the human world isn’t always unfolded, cannibalism is ineluctable. It’s either eat or be eaten. It’s bound to happen and demons don’t have any choices but to yield to the Underworld’s natural law. Surviving and escaping the Underworld seems like an absurd fantasy for humans, even for demons as well.

Which is why voluntarily jumping into the depth of the Underworld to save the world is considered to be a valiant and honorable act, yet also frivolously lunatic.

Well, for Dante, lunatic sounds like his middle name, if he ever had one.

He chuckles by the thought of that.

“What are you laughing at?” Dante’s problematic twin brother Vergil snarls.

“Nothing,” Dante closes his eyes. “Just having a weird thought.”

Vergil replies nothing. He shows no interest in Dante's daydream, but that’s just probably because he’s too tired to even think of a reply. The twins couldn’t count how many days have passed since they cut the Qliphoth tree down. They spared and killed any demons nearby, exploring other regions of the Underworld simply because they are bored and need some time to rebound their lost time as brothers. Now, exhaustion forces them to take some rest. They lean side by side on the scorched desert, staring at the perpetual black sky while restoring their energy.

Dante can sense a demon’s presence not too far from where he is right now, but that presence fades eventually. “You feel that too, Verge?”

“I do,” Vergil murmurs. “The words have been spoken, I presume. That they better not to disturb us if they still want to live.”

“Well, once we recover, they’re going to die anyway.”

Vergil’s short hum speaks of his concurrence.

Dante shifts his hands under his head as he glances to his brother. Vergil stiffly lies on the ground with Yamato on his chest while his hands gripping on it. He might close his eyes but Dante knows his brother can still attack his opponent while closing his eyes. As hard as a steel, this old bastard, Dante amuses at his idea. “Rest means relaxing, bro. You don’t have to be on guard all the time.”

“I’m preparing for any attack.”

“It’s not like there is a demon near us at this moment.”

“Have some self-consciousness, Dante. You could attack me at any time, given a chance.”

Dante wakes up straight away. “Why would I wanna attack you?!”

“There’s always a possibility.”

“Says the guy who always has the intention to kill me, huh,” Dante lies back again. “Seriously, Verge. Just for five minutes, stop thinking and go to sleep. Bet it’s been a while since you have a proper sleep, right?”

Neither show any agreement or disagreement, Vergil turns his head to Dante. “Why are you still awake then?”

“Huh? To keep an eye on you, of course. Who knows you’d do some weird shit outta there again.”

Vergil curves a smirk, then turns his eyes to the dark sky again. “I see. You are also scared of me attacking you while you’re asleep, aren’t you? We’re twins, after all.”

“I don’t-” Dante almost bite his mouth.. “Man, you’re as sharp and annoying as you always have been.”

“I take that as a compliment.”

“Yeah right.”

And there’s silence again. It’s been days, or weeks, since the last time Dante hears any demonic voices around him. To be honest, he kind of expects their appearance. He likes talking to Vergil, but the older brother has an issue in healthy communication. Hell, Vergil is a difficult person and Dante wonders if the eldest children around the world are always like this. But Dante realizes he is also no expert in social interaction, and fighting is also the only thing they both are good at. Vergil would talk a little bit much when fighting, even if it’s mostly taunting and mocking Dante, yet it’s better than having Vergil succumb to the dark side again.

“By the way,” Dante breaks the ice. “Are you ready now to tell me who’s the lucky girl a.k.a Nero’s mom?”

Vergil draws the Yamato above Dante’s throat. “One more word, and I’ll cut you into pieces.”

“C’moooon! I’m curious!”

The Yamato is now touching Dante’s skin. “Final warning, Dante.”

Dante flicks the Yamato’s blade. “Fine. Whenever you’re ready, bro. You might not want to tell me, but you owe that to Nero. He’s your son. He deserves to know.”

Vergil sheathes Yamato, scoffing at Dante’s warning. “It’s not like I’m going back to the human world.”

“Well, we HAVE to!”

“Pray tell why I should agree with you.”

“I have a shop to run and there’s a new menu at my favorite pizza parlor. You should try it, by the way. And you got a lot to explain to Nero. You don’t wanna be a deadbeat like Father, right? Though you kinda already are all this time.”

“You know it better than anyone else that I didn’t know Nero’s existence until you told me so.”

“Which is more reason why you have to come back to the human world soon. You can say you don’t need to catch up with Nero but I know you want it. You left him your frigging book; the same one you didn’t allow me to borrow. Dear ol’ Vergil got some soft spots for his son, huh?”

Vergil turns his back from Dante like a sulking child, ignoring his younger twin’s laughter. As expected from a cold man like him, he won’t ever admit that every single of Dante’s words is true. Again, a long and neglected fear consumes him. What’s fatherhood for a man who ran out of place and time like him anyway? Is there any chance for him to fix his family? Getting back in terms with Dante is one thing, but with Nero, the son he had never met before his escapement from the Underworld? Does he even have a right to call him his son after all he had done to him?

After quite long of silence and battle with himself, Vergil murmurs a question to Dante. “How old is he?”

Dante almost squealed if only he didn’t remember not to ruin Vergil’s mood or else they won’t have any friendly conversation anymore. “Nero? Twenty-something, I guess. Haven’t asked him myself.”

“How did you meet each other?”

“Long short story, some weird-ass cult that worshipped our father as a god turned out evil and wanted to use our father’s power to rule the world-”

“The Order of the Sword?”

“Right! You did your research! Nero was one of them but rebelled after they kidnapped his girlfriend and killed her brother. I came to Fortuna to retrieve the Sparda sword and apparently your kid was able to summon the Yamato and I got the picture already. He got white hair, he summoned Yamato, tried to kill me repeatedly, stab me with Rebellion and Yamato, craving for more power to save his beloved. I wondered where he got that from, by the way~”

A hint of smirk curves in Vergil’s mouth.

“Then we worked together to save Fortuna from a pope who was obsessed with our Father and destroyed the island. We succeeded and brought peace. Nero got his girlfriend back, and we established the branch of Devil May Cry in Fortuna. The end.”

“A heartwarming, and very unoriginal story.”

“You think I made up that story?”

“Didn’t say that. I am merely implying that I heard stories similar to your experience.”

“Hell knows you are the coldest person alive, but you are a terrible liar. You are a man of pride, after all. Lying doesn’t suit you.”

“I can tell thousands of lies as I please, if only that’s necessary,” Vergil takes a brief look at Dante’s mischievous face. “But I won’t, if it’s concerning my son.”

Is this really the Vergil I used to know? Dante can’t hold his grin while elbowing his brother. “Starting to feel like a real dad, huh?”

“Silence.”

“Admitting that you love your son won’t do any harm, Verge.”

“I-” Vergil stumbles upon his own words. He growls impatiently, hurrying himself to get up and sit down as he wipes his face frustratedly. “We’re not having this conversation anymore.”

“Why? Just because you can’t admit that you grew care for your son?”

“Because I’m a terrible person!”

That was the most honest words that came from Vergil, if anything, ever. When was the last time he showed his vulnerable side like this? Even as V, crumbling and dying slowly, he didn’t even spare Dante any sign of defeat and regret. Dante gets up, clapping Vergil’s shoulder. “Only if you still want to destroy the world and kill your own family, then maybe I’d call you the worst shit in the world too.”

Vergil shakes his head. “If only…”

“Huh?”

“Had I known I have a son back then…” Vergil says bitterly. “I would never leave him. I would never go pursuing power or raising that foolish tower and this ridiculous tree…” he points to the remains of Qliphoth tree with his sword. “I would have a better chance to be… a good father for him…”

Regret always comes late, isn’t it? The ‘if onlys’ never come at the front of the mind, merely whispering behind the head but never appearing into the surface before regret comes. Vergil knows that, but never really understands it until Dante tells him that Nero- the very man whose arm was ripped by him and still willing to help him in every way- is his own flesh and blood. His priority was to seal the gate of the Underworld and cut the Qliphoth tree, so that Nero and the rest of the human world are safe and sound. He will stay in the Underworld to redeem himself, for he thinks he has no place in the human world for all he has done. He planned to create a portal to the human world after he fixed things up with Dante to kick him out from the Hell with force, because he knows Dante won’t leave him alone again and will do anything to drag Vergil out from the Underworld. The plan is simple. It should have been easy to execute.

Yet ever since Vergil landed at this hellhole, his steps are getting heavier as time goes on. A haunting voice inside his head kept telling him to come back to Nero as soon as he finished his job cutting Qliphoth roots. Another sound tells him he should stay longer here with Dante to catch up with their sibling bound. The third sound, more demanding and urging, tells him to stay in the Underworld forever as a redemption.

“Y’know, bro,” Dante folds his legs as he seizes the Yamato from Vergil’s hand and puts it on the ground, which dismays Vergil. “Gotta admit that I wanted to kill you because I wanted to free you from evil, and get rid of Nero’s burden of having you as his father. Though he proved to us that we are just a bunch of nonsensical idiots who got unsolved sibling problems between us-”

“I am not an idiot!”

“You might have scored higher on the Math test than me but you’re still an idiot!” Dante barks. “Anyway that’s not my point! What I mean to say is, as much as I hate your dumb-as-rock head, you’re still my brother. And it’s never too late to fix things up.”

Vergil scoffs and takes his sword back to his embrace again. “How can you be so sure?”

“I blamed you, y’know, for that day” Dante admits, his eyes getting darker and the carefree vibe in his voice is gradually gone. “For not rescuing me and Mother.”

Vergil streaked at that confession. “What do you mean?”

“You thought Mother only saved me and left you behind while she died searching for you,” Dante woefully chuckles. “But for me, on that day, I thought you would come to rescue us.”

“I was planning to-”

“She could have hid with me in the closet until you come to save us. That’s what I thought back then when she died, and you never came back. I thought you left us, before I heard one of them say they had you killed. There I was; frightened and thinking that I was alone. My mother and brother died. No one could save me but myself. I was blaming you for running away that day. If you didn’t, we could have defeated them all and protected our home.”

“Or, we could have died. All of us.”

“Exactly. Instead of blaming you, I blamed myself for picking a fight with you. Should’ve left you and your book alone,” Dante stands up, spinning the Ivory before shooting a flying demon that approaches them. “I lived by loathing myself, until I met you again in that cursed church, remember? I was genuinely happy to see you.”

“I remember,” Vergil nods slowly, recalling a blurry picture of their younger selves. “You said you are a devil hunter and will be filthy rich someday.”

“Still waiting for that day, actually. Yet you fucker started being a dick, saying shits about power and stuff,” Dante’s harsh voice trembles slightly. “I thought we could start over as a family, but you decided to fucking stay in the Underworld. I couldn’t save you at the gate of the Underworld. I couldn’t save you at Mallet Island. I could save everyone else, but not my own family.”

Vergil raises up. His arm is reaching Dante’s shoulder, but it never touches him. His hesitation is rational, for he knows words can’t describe how Dante must have felt towards Vergil. Hatred might be the wrong word; it sounds too soft. Too lenient, too merciful.

One could tell it’s disappointment, Vergil gets his answer as Dante turns over to face him. The mischievous little brother side of Dante has gone as he aims his gun at Vergil. It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend. Let alone a family.

Dante wails horridly. “Always the quiet one, ain’t cha? Remember how our parents always told me to be quiet like you? ‘Why can’t you just behave like Vergil?’ Guess what? At least I’m not the one who fucked the world up and ripped off my son’s arm-”

“Dante-”

“Shut the fuck up!” Dante’s grip on Ivory is slightly trembling as he snaps. “I’ve been through shits too, Vergil. I missed Father and Mother. I missed you, for fuck sake! After all this time I believed I killed you in Mallet Island, then you came out of nowhere to destroy the world. I came out with the conclusion that you didn’t even change a bit, just an egomaniacal who thinks the world only revolves around him. I needed to kill you again because I don’t want my nephew to kill his own father. Don’t you fucking realize how maddening was that?!”

A bullet passes through Vergil’s head. The older hybrid stands still without any intention to return the attack, only wiping the blood from his forehead. I don’t have the right to be irritated, he reminds himself while his mouth forms a bitter grimace as Dante puts the gun on Vergil’s forehead, ready to pull the trigger anytime soon. For a second Vergil can sense Dante is going to lose his temper as he catches a glimpse of red flash in Dante’s eyes. Ever since they were kids, Vergil was always aware that Dante in his total wrath is dangerous. A ticking bomb , Vergil recalls what their father said about Dante’s anger as he watches the raging fire in Dante’s eyes ignite until it’s slowly fading.

“But I changed my mind again,” Dante continues. “Instead of blaming you and carrying on the bad blood, I choose to start over. And that’s how I can be sure,” he pokes Vergil’s head with the gun before putting it back into his coat. “That everyone deserves a second chance and it’s never too late to fix what you have done.”

The red devil yawns as he slams himself on the ground again, stretching his hands before he closes his eyes. “Sorry for raising my voice. It’s just impossible to use soft words whenever I’m talking to a stubborn jackass like you.”

He opens one of his eyes to see what Vergil would react. His older brother sighs heavily, sitting beside Dante’s lying body and puts his katana on the ground. For a man with a soul of a true warrior like Vergil, putting weapons down on the ground is a sign of defeat. Which is the reason why he was slightly aggravated when Dante seized the Yamato and put it on the ground as if he told Vergil to surrender. It should be a humiliating act, but for once Vergil throws his pride away.

Because you are right, Dante.

“Dante,” he calls his brother. This time there’s no hostility in his voice, only sincerity and repentance. “I am ever so sorry.”

“Apology accepted,” Dante smirks playfully. “Why do you think I’m here if I still hold a grudge against you?”

“I mean it,” Vergil emphasizes. “Truthfully. For everything I have done… and my sincere gratitude for taking good care of my son while I wasn’t there for him.”

“Honestly, Verge. Forget it. I only do what I have to do.”

Watching his little brother finally howls in laughter, a surge of warmth fills Vergil’s veins as he joins the laughter. It’s comforting, since they can’t remember the last time they laugh together without any fight and bad blood. I barely remember how it feels like to have a family, Vergil chuckles while Dante kicks Vergil’s knee mischievously. Was it always this… warm?

“Dante.”

“Yup?”

“I think we should go back to the human world now.”

Dante whistles in joy. “Ready to meet your grandkids?”

“Do tell me the truth,” Vergil growls, impetuously tugs Dante’s collar. “Are you serious about grandchildren or you just make it up?”

“For fuck sake, Verge! Didn’t you know that already when you ripped your son’s arm?”

“I didn’t pay much attention... I can only recall a voice of woman called Nero for dinner- not the voice of that mouthful friend of Nero-”

“Yeah that was Kyrie. Your soon-to-be daughter in law. Anyway they adopted kids called Carlo, Kyle, and Julio,” Dante pats Vergil’s shoulder with pride and teasing manner. “Congratulations, you’re officially a grandpa! What a fine day for revelation!”

As if my life could get any worse, Vergil grinds his teeth in frustration as he releases Dante from his grip. “How unfortunate.”

“C’mon, swing that flimsy sword of yours and make a portal to the human world. We got plenty of things to do! I gotta pay those bills, refurbish my shop, return Kalina Ann to Lady, and buy a birthday present for Patty.”

“Rather a cumbersome list you got there, Dante.”

“What can I say? I’m a busy man! Now get your ass up, old man! Nero’s waiting!”

---

It’s already two fucking years.

Nero was never a believer. There’s no such thing as a miracle, he told himself. Protecting Kyrie and the kids is an endless responsibility that bestowed upon him. There’s nothing he won’t do for their happiness and safety, even if it means to cost his own well-being. He relies on nobody but himself. He doesn’t pray. He never tries to exceed any expectation, because hope is a dangerous and fragile thing. Hope bothers him, and he hates to be bothered.

Yet, lately, he almost surrendered by the temptation to hold some hope.

What hope? Nero rejects his own thought. For those douchebags to return safely? Gimme a break.

Sitting in his garage and polishing the Red Queen, Nero takes a brief look at the snowy ground outside of the house where the children are building a snowman. He grins at Kyle who waves at him; the youngest from the three children he adopted, who’s now taller and braver than he used to be when he found the little boy searching for some scraps at Fortuna’s slum. Nero chuckles when a glimpse of a picture of Vergil meeting Kyrie and the boys pops out from his head. Would they be pleased to meet him? Would Vergil be pleased to meet them? Would he himself be pleased to meet Vergil again? There’s no fucking way for them to coming back, Nero slaps himself. They either die or shit themselves in the Underworld. Probably fucking fighting again like toddlers.

Still, the thought of his father and uncle somehow return and meeting his little family is overwhelming. Nero can’t even hide his smile anymore. He throws away the rug he uses to wipe the blade and hangs the Red Queen on the wall.

Come to think of it, that fucker ripped off my arm in this garage too.

He lays a hard punch on the wall.

“Keep punchin’ the wall, and ya would destroy the house.”

Nero glances at his friend and partner in crime, Nico, who rests her back on the van and lights her cigarette. He still finds it strange to witness Nico in her winter outfit, a contrast to her usual tanktop and shorts she used to wear before winter comes. "How many times have I told you to smoke outside the house?”

“Ya blind or what? It’s cold outside!”

“Darn it, Nico! Then don’t smoke!”

“Too late~” Nico barks a laugh while blowing a smoke. “Anyway, why did you punch the wall like a madman?”

Nero shrugs nonchalantly. “Nothing. Just feeling like punching something.”

“Cut the bullshit. Ya missed yer old man, ain’t cha?”

“Buzz off, Nico.”

“Aaaaw, don’t be so meanie~”

“Seriously, Nico. Go bugger off someone else. I’m not in the mood for having a chit-chat.”

“Everyone’s worried, ya know,” Nico exhales exaggeratedly, pointing at the children outside. “Those lil’ brats asked me if somethin’ pissed ya off because ya look like ya wanted to punch someone in the face since the Christmas party last week.”

“I indeed want to punch a certain person,” Nero lets out a cackle. “But he’s not available at the moment.”

“Y’know, I’m not an expert of daddy and son shits, and yer dad is obviously not an ideal father, but it’s totally okay for ya to miss him. The jackass did save the world, at least.”

“Thanks, Nico. That’s so motivational. I’m deeply touched- ouch !” Nero swears when a sturdy plug lands on his head. “What the fuck Nico?!”

“Talk to Kyrie,” Nico lowers her voice. Her brash mouth always sounds kinder and empathetic when she talks about Kyrie. “Ya locked yerself in this garage the whole day! You’re making her worried, ya know?”

“I think you should double your eyeglasses. I didn’t lock myself. See that door? It’s unhinged, because I need to make sure the kids are alright.”

“Yeaaah whatever. Go talk to her, pretty boy. I’ll watch over the brats.”

“Fine…” Nero scratches his nape as he walks away from the garage. “Don’t let the kids go anywhere near my weapons!”

“Gotcha~!”

Nero never meant to worry anyone, of course. He lives a happy life; he married the love of his life, adopted a bunch of orphans whom he loved and took care of equally, and ran a business with his best friend whom he considered a big sister. The world is currently safe from danger. So what's to worry about?

His confusion disappears when he sees Kyrie’s figure covered in a thick blanket at the terrace. She smiles happily as the snow continues to fall and catches a drop on her palm. Nero feels like he could melt anytime he sees Kyrie’s soothing smile. He takes his time to watch her catching snow as he leans against the door, ignoring the cold breeze that sneaks inside his body. It doesn’t take a long time for Kyrie to be aware of Nero’s presence as she asks him to join her at the terrace.

“You should put your coat on, Nero. It’s cold here.” Kyrie speaks her concern while she wraps him with her blanket.

“Chill out. I’m fine,” Nero gives her a light peck on the forehead. His right hand envelopes Kyrie’s waist to give her a sense of comfort. “The kids are building snowmans back there. Been hours and who knows when they will stop.”

Kyrie giggles. “The more they grow up the more energetic they become! At least we don’t need to worry about how to get them to sleep on time. I believe they’ll get exhausted after play and filling their stomachs with delicious dinner would quicken their way to sleep!”

“You’re right.”

Kyrie looks up at her lover’s tensed face. She brushes the tip of Nero’s nose slightly to make him smile. That little maneuver always succeeded to cheer him up. Kyrie rests her head on Nero’s chest. “Are you not happy with the Christmas party last week? I know you hated surprises but-”

“No- I liked it! Really! You know we rarely celebrate things lately and last week was one of the best days in my life! How could I hate that?” Nero tightens his grip on Kyrie’s waist, gazing at Kyrie’s eyes deeply. “I’m happy, Kyrie. I’m happy here with our little family.”

“Then it must have something to do with your father and uncle, is it?”

“That obvious, huh?” Nero smirks bitterly. “I just… I don’t know. You know how Dante is. To think that he’s actually my uncle is… weird. Then I found out the man who screwed up Red Grave was his brother. My father. Vergil, he left me when I was a child… as V, he manipulated me to do his agenda. He reemerged and left me again. And Dante didn't even bother to tell me the fact before Vergil was back. That made me feel… kinda betrayed. It still doesn’t make any sense to me. I got a pair of dysfunctional family members and I don’t know what I should do if they come back. I just can’t stop thinking about it.”

The only parental figure Nero ever had was just Kyrie and Credo’s parents, and they didn’t even live that long to give little Nero more love and parental advice. Kyrie truly understands Nero’s struggle to accept his heritage and keep holding on his humanity. “Nero… do you forgive your father?”

“What?”

“I don’t mean to bring it up again, but after all the ill he caused to you, do you forgive him?”

The memory of him and Vergil on the top of the Qliphoth tree rises again. He succeeded in bringing some sense back to his father and the old man entrusted him his precious book- the one which Nero kept safely on the shelf- before jumping to Hell and finishing what he started. Vergil didn’t say much, but his promise… his damn promise!

“I won’t lose next time. Hold onto that until then.”

“I forgive him,” Nero admits. “I think… I just miss him. And Dante. I really want us to be a proper family. That's all.”

“Just as I thought,” Kyrie cups Nero’s jaw with her hands. “I’m glad that you’re honest with yourself. There’s nothing wrong with missing them. They might be flawed, but they are your family."

Nero carefully caresses his beloved hands as if he's afraid of hurting her. "I'm sorry I keep putting you to my demon lineage problem…"

"Hey, we talked about this. Demon or human, it's you I want to be with…" she kisses him on the lips. "I love you, Nero."

"I love you too." He returns the kiss deeper.

Nero wraps her around his arms, seeking comfort and warmth from her presence. Kyrie's words succeed in getting his head together. He can feel a degree of burden has left his shoulders as he finds himself finally letting go his worries. Kyrie is right. There's nothing wrong with missing those douchebags. They're my family-

"NERO!"

Nico appears out of nowhere at the terrace, panting and panicking like she ran for her life. Every single nerve inside Nero's body tells him that something wrong is happening, but the sassy smirk on Nico's face while she tries to breathe normally tells another thing. "You're not gonna believe me if I told you this-"

"Are the kids safe?" Kyrie asks anxiously.

"Yeah they're fine. They have company."

What the fuck? "Company? What are you talking about?!"

Nico rolls her eyes as she grabs both of Nero and Kyrie's hands. "Just follow me quickly!"

Nico seems excited… if it wasn't a danger, then what?

The children are giggling and shouting happily at something Nero can't see yet. But as soon as Nico delivers them in the backyard, he spots two familiar figures among the kids. The red-coated man joins them to decorate the snowman as he helps them crafting the pile of snow with stones and branches. He summons a cowboy hat and a shiny red scarf from thin air- which excites the kids- before he puts the hat on the snowman's head and wraps its neck with the scarf as the last touch. The children are applauding and hugging him, saying their gratitude and bombing him with questions on how he could summon stuff only from thin air. The cocky red man barks in laughter and tells them that he learns some magic tricks.

In a contrast to the red man, the blue-coated man stands a bit far from the crowd, facepalming and reluctant to do anything despite the children's curiosity as they glance at him and whisper their surprise on how similar his face is with the red man. Carlo states that the blue man is scary, and quickly hides behind the red man when the blue man hears his mutter and glares at the poor kid.

"C'mon, Verge, stop glaring at the kids! You're scaring them!" The red man chuckles.

Dante?

Vergil?

How-? Since when…?

"You…" Nero breathes heavily, barely trusts his vision. "You guys are alive…"

Dante grins and waves a salute at Nero. "Heya, kid! Miss me? I know we're late, but Merry Christmas!"

Kyrie holds her giggle when she catches Nero's dumbstruck face. She grips his hand and whispers him a word of advice. "Time to let your doubts go, Nero. They are here, at last."

Nero gives a nod, but his mouth isn't capable of forming any words. He reluctantly approaches Vergil, who seems nonchalant about his surroundings, if only Nero failed to catch his father's warm gaze as he stands before Vergil. A minute has passed and none of them say anything. Words cannot describe how they feel towards each other.

But Nero decides to solve the problem in Sparda's family old-fashioned style: punching his father hard right in the face.

There echoes Dante and Nico's laughter as Vergil's body lands violently on the ground, covered with snow.

The older son of Sparda can taste a metallic scent liquid dripping from his lips.

"That hurts," he murmurs and proceeds to get up as he wipes the blood from his mouth. "Two years and still have no manners, I see."

"Fuck you, old man!" Nero spats angrily.

Dante, still laughing at the picture of his brother getting sucker-punched by Nero, sloppily walks to approach them. He pats Nero's shoulder in pride. "You're doing the right thing, Nero. You gave him the right Christmas present-"

The legendary devil hunter gets a very lethal slap from his nephew before he finishes his sentence.

"And that's a present for you, deadweight!" The young devil hunter shouts.

The view of Dante and Vergil getting slammed by Nero only increases Nico's laughter.

"Why did Nero punch Mr. Dante and Mr. Vergil?" Carlo asks Kyrie. "Nero always punches bad people. Are they bad people?"

"Well… no, they are good people! Mr. Vergil is Nero's father and Mr. Dante is Nero's uncle," Kyrie chuckles to hide her worry and struggles to find the correct way to explain the situation. "They haven't met for a very long time. Nero misses them so much that he… doesn't know what to do anymore. But punching people doesn't solve problems, so don't ever do that, okay?"

The kids nod obediently despite not completely understanding the circumstances.

"Can we stop Nero from punching them, Kyrie?" asks Julio, the oldest one from the three. "Family doesn't hurt each other, right?"

"Nah, don't worry. They will stop soon," Nico says as he points at the three hybrids. "Let 'em get the reunion they deserve."

They become calm and smiling at the sight of Nero bringing his father and uncle in a tight embrace together as the young man lets out a cry.

"You both are full of shits and stinky… like a scavenger…" Nero sobs, his teeth grinding hard. "At least take a shower before you show up, dumbass…!"

Dante sneers as he taps Nero’s back. “Yeah, I miss you too.”

The red devil glares at his twin. Say something to your son!

Vergil, unmoved and stiff, doesn’t know how to react from this awkward embrace. He feels uncomfortable, yet finds himself melting between this fuzzy feeling. “Nero…”

“Shut up,” Nero interrupts while breaking his embrace and burying his teary eyes on his palm. “Just fucking shut up.”

“Forgive me,” the blue devil insists to continue. “For leaving you again.”

“Yeah yeah, just shut up...”

Nero jolts by the unexpected weight on his head; Vergil’s hand ruffles his hair as he curves a very subtle smile.

“I’m proud of you, son.”

Oh how Nero wanted to punch him again, if only he could bring himself to.

“Uhm…” Kyrie comes to Nero’s rescue as she smiles politely to the twins. “I’m sorry to interrupt this reunion. It’s dinner time and… we would be very happy if the two of you join us for supper.”

“We’d be glad!” Dante accepts cheerfully. “Nero once told me you cook the best meal in Fortuna!”

“Shut up, Dante!” Nero grunts. He remembers he hasn’t told the twins that Kyrie and him are married. He pulls Kyrie closer and holds her hand firmly. “Anyway, Father. This is my wife, Kyrie. Kyrie, this is Vergil. My father.”

Kyrie smiles warmly at Vergil. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Vergil.”

Vergil appreciates Kyrie’s bravery and gives his sincerest nod of approval. There is not a single hint of fright from Kyrie as he recalls how people tend to tremble and stutter in fear whenever they talk to him. He can see why Nero loves her and is very protective towards her. “Thank you for taking good care for my son all this time.”

“Sorry for missing your wedding party, babe. We’ve been busy cleaning up Hell,” Dante grins at Kyrie. “Congratulations. My nephew is lucky to have you as his wife.”

“Can you shut up already?” spats Nero, feeling terribly embarrassed.

“I’m hungry~!” Nico shouts mischievously. “Let’s continue inside! It’s damn freezin’ out here!”

Kyrie gives the twins a final nod as she invites them to come inside the house. She runs to the kitchen with Nico while Nero gathers the kids to enter the house. Dante chuckles like a cocky cool uncle when Julio asks him to do another magic trick, and the little chuckle turns into a bigger laughter when he sees Vergil’s hand tucked in Kyle’s hand as the youngest child calls him Grandpa Vergil.

“Grandpa’s hand is cold!” Kyle says, unaware of Vergil’s death glare. “Once you eat Kyrie’s food, you’ll be warm in no time!”

“Let go of my hand, little rascal.” Vergil scoffs, uncomfortable by the strange kindness from the little child.

Kyle laughs and keeps guiding him to the kitchen. The food is prepared and everyone is about to get their seats. Carlo drags a chair beside Dante’s seat and shyly asks Vergil to sit there, which Vergil accepts.

“Starting to feel like coming back home?” Dante asks his brother.

“This is not bad.”

“I’ve contacted Lady and Trish. They will be here soon,” Nico says as she puts the cigarette on the ashtray. “Lady said something about returning her Kalina Ann. Trish gave her regards, and said that ya need to pay the rent as soon as possible.”

“Damn… those devilish ladies…” Dante buries his face on the table.

“Your office looks like shit without you.” Nero sneers at Dante.

Further family resolvement can wait. Now let them enjoy their first family dinner for the first time. Christmas might have passed a week ago, but Nero thinks his most valuable present had just arrived today. He still wants to beat the shit out of his father and uncle for some unknown reasons, but it can wait for later. His eyes meet Vergil’s, and his father forms a warm smile to him. He never says much, Nero knows that, but he can give him time to adjust in the human world.

Amidst the chants and chatter in the house, unbeknownst to each other, the three descendants of Sparda secretly hope that this rare moment can last forever.

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Writer’s Month - 1

Trying this out for a change of pace! Finally got myself to write some Sora pov with the first day’s prompt. Since all my fics are more or less based in a high school setting, I decided to work on the fic I hadn’t updated in almost a year and voila we’ve got ourselves a full chapter! I’ll post an excerpt here but the full chapter can be read here. 

Fandom/Pairing : Digimon, Taiora/Slight implied Mimato at the beginning. 

Prompt: High School Setting, Protective (Taichi is a little bit in the 2nd half) 

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“You were right.”

Sora had been completely lost in her own world, staring at the clouds floating aimlessly in the clear blue sky, hoping that instead of dealing with her life, she too could just spend her days floating around with no direction or purpose. Mimi’s thoughtful tone however managed to bring back Sora’s attention to her surroundings, she turned to face her friend who was seated next to her on their usual bench in the school’s gardens, raising her eyebrows questioningly at the brunette’s statement. The second Sora’s eyes had met Mimi’s in the morning assembly, the two had unanimously decided that they didn’t need to invite the boys for lunch today. So it was just the two of them on the bench, with a comfortable silence between them as they munched away on their exchanged lunches, for a change Mimi had packed simple fried rice, without any peculiar toppings, and Sora had quite gladly exchanged her rice balls for them.

“I meant about Yamato-san.” Mimi explained and when Sora’s eyes widened even further in response the brunette hastily added, “About how it’s fun to watch him squirm.”

“Oh, that.” Sora laughed, slightly relieved. Her junior’s tone had been so wistful that for a brief moment she thought she had let something about their strings being connected slip unknowingly in her conversations with Mimi. “Come to think of it,” Sora continued, letting the curiosity that had been tugging at her since she read Yamato’s message the previous evening take over, “what did you guys talk about?”

Mimi quickly averted her gaze to the empty lunchbox in her lap and Sora wasn’t sure if it was her hopeful imagination playing tricks on her but she could see hints of pink patches appear on the brunette’s usually porcelain pale cheeks.

“Nothing, he just apologised and I forgave him.” Mimi answered in a somewhat forcefully casual tone.

Sora couldn’t help but snort loudly in reply which only earned her an inquisitive look from her junior, so she scoffingly added, “I’ve known Yamato since we were like 3, and he never just apologises.”

“Well this time he did.”

“Oh, you must be someone special then.” Sora’s tone had been filled with sarcasm but it seemed to have quite the effect on her junior, and now she was certain that the pink patches were not a result of her hopeful imagination but Mimi was indeed blushing as she kept her gaze fixed downwards and began to play with the hem of her skirt, something Sora knew that the brunette only did when she was nervous or lying. If watching Mimi behave like this was amusing, then Sora could only imagine the amount of fun she could have by having this same conversation with Yamato.

“Honestly, Sora-chan. It was a really short conversation, nothing else happened.” Mimi spoke quickly, not meeting Sora’s eyes she packed up her lunch and stood up, brushing off invisible dust from her skirt, “I just remembered that I haven’t finished a worksheet that I’m supposed to hand over today. I’ll be going now, see you later.” And before Sora could even respond, she was off, not even turning to look or pay attention to Sora’s laughing figure on the bench.  

After everything that had happened with Mimi because of her meddling, Sora was glad to see that some things were returning to normal, and of course she was glad to know that her relying on her power to tell her who Mimi really needed to be with hadn’t been entirely wrong. She knew however, that it would be a long while before either Yamato or Mimi would face their feelings, but the fact that the seeds had already been sown and all she had to do was wait and watch as they bloomed, was oddly comforting. Sora had also come to the decision that she would make no more attempts to meddle with Mimi’s life or force her and Yamato to spend time together, she was going to let the natural flow of life take over, and for a change she would stand at the sidelines instead, putting her bow and arrow to rest for the foreseeable future.

The bell signalling the end of lunch hadn’t rung yet but Sora followed in Mimi’s footsteps, carefully packing up her lunchbox before making her way back to her classroom. She ran into quite a few acquaintances on her way, the weather was too nice to have lunch inside their stuffy classrooms it seemed, and had to stop and greet and make small talk with every one of them, and before she knew it the warning bell rang, it’s chime mixing in with the laughter and noise taking over the hallways as more and more students filled the space in a rush to get back to their classrooms. Sora quickly made her way through the crowd, and luckily for her the crowd had already subsided on the floor that her classroom was located in, she let out a relived sigh, Sora wasn’t used to being late to class and the thought of getting scolded or receiving a warning from her teacher was still nerve-racking for her.

Fixing her attention on her classroom’s door, Sora sprinted towards it without paying any attention to her surroundings. A huge mistake, she realised a second later, as just as she was about to reach the door, she collided head first into something, or rather someone. Suddenly she found herself sitting on the ground, with her forehead stinging with pain, she opened her eyes, ready to give a piece of her mind to the person who had managed to not only knock her off her feet but also made her late for class.

Lying in front of her, clutching his nose with a pained expression on his face and groaning loudly was Taichi, the whole lecture she had prepared in her head and all the worries about being late disappeared from Sora’s mind as she took in the sight in front of her.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking. Are you okay, Taichi?” She asked softly, leaning forward on her knees cautiously to check if he’d been hurt by the run-in. But there was an awkwardness in her movement, the fact that this was her first time being alone with Taichi after their argument and the cold, silent treatment he’d been giving her since, weighed heavily on Sora and made her reluctant in moving forward to offer help.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” He muttered in reply, finally lowering his hand from his nose and straightening up to face her, “What about you, are you okay?”

“Yes.” She answered, watching him cautiously as he straightened up and in one swift movement was back on his feet. There was a flicker of dilemma on Taichi’s face for just a moment, but then he shook his head lightly, as if to rid himself of whatever thought had crossed his mind and bent forward, offering his hand to her with an almost indifferent look on his face. Sora stared at his tanned palm stretching in front of her with apprehension at first, but then she too mimicked Taichi’s movement from earlier and shook her head to rid her mind of any other confusing thoughts, what mattered right now was that they were both late for class and unless they wanted to suffer the consequences, it would be best to just act upon their instincts at the moment. Without wasting another second, Sora put her hand in his and Taichi pulled her back up effortlessly.

~ continued in the above link~