#Nero Drabble

[all-things-snek-loves]

TW: High and horny! Sorry if I borrowed your art lol I just found it on google 😄

Whoooweee. I’m very high, and like everyone’s high is probably different, but like I go through the phases hungry, tired, but I get horny, like extremely sensitive to it after an edible. And I just have the hots so hard for Nero right now. Like usually the DMC guys are all my fire. But like tonight.. it’s Nero. My mind wanders to what it would be like to be high and flirting with Nero, until he gives you a cocky smirk, tightens his breaker across your hip and pulls you in to straddle his thighs, and you don’t even have to advance anything, you can stay still on his thigh and share a few kisses, or you can take it all the way. Nero just enjoyed your bubbly high self, even though you were eating everything in reach, and your eyes were heavy from the high, he kept you in arms reach, and even occasionally brought you snacks. He realized how sensitive small touches made you squirm, or giggle, or give a moan, and he would sometimes switch devil breakers just to give you another sensation of touch. Nero never pushed you when you were high, if you wanted to fuck he was down, holding your hips as you ride with those red, heavy eyes, or if he felt you were too stoned he would just feed you whatever snacks you wanted and stroke your hair as you fall asleep on the couch during a movie. Your high self always had Nero’s thumb between your lips when you needed to ground yourself because you were a little too high. Nero always just smiled at you, giving you a soft playful scolding. Nero lazily wrapped his arms over your hips, letting you play with his hair or bury his head between your chest, to give you faint little love marks, whether you were in a nightgown or some skimpy pjs, he always held you. He let you move, dance, sing, or sleep as he just held your hips, and watched, giving you the silliest smile. You were dead to the world anyways with a high, so you might as well just vibe. Nero enjoyed your silly giggles, the way you moved with little stumbles, the way you just flopped into bed after a snack fest and snoozed. He loved every single moment of you.

[ready2bl0w]

"𝕴'𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝕲𝖔𝖉"

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 ♰ 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐭 & 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 ♰ 𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐱, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭, … 𝐨𝐡, 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞? @punishedvergil's side blog (art blog is @jackqp0t). THIS BLOG IS 18+.

Mostly a space for my inane ramblings and silly little writings/headcanons, amongst other things. Open to answering any writing related asks. Be warned that this blog will most likely be very Dante Sparda centric (open to any other characters though...).

[mysticalmallard]

★《SoA Drabble Event》★

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SoA Masterlist ★ main masterlist

⚠️!! Event closed scroll down to read completed requests!!⚠️

Rules:

★ Send me one mood, a prompt & a character from the lists below.

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★ MUST like, comment, and reblog or submission for future requests will be denied and drabble may be deleted.

☆ Only submissions sent as an ask will be accepted.

★ One request at a time, please.

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Moods:

□ fluff

□ angst

□ suggestive

□ goofy

□ Random

Characters to choose from:

● Happy Lowman

○ Juice Ortiz

● Tig Trager

○ Jax Teller

● Chibs Telford

○ Opie Winston

● David Hale

○ Nero Padilla

● Marcus Alvarez

○ Half-Sack

● Bobby Munson

○ Clay Morrow

Prompt list:

♡ 1. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

♥︎ 2. "Darling, it's beautiful, thank you!"

♡ 3. "Whatever you're going to ask, the answer is no!"

♥︎ 4. "Try focussing more on your life and less on mine!"

♡ 5. "I want that woman out of my house!"

♥︎ 6. "Do you ever think we should just stop doing this?"

♡ 7. "Am I supposed to be scared now?"

♥︎ 8. "For some reason, I'm attracted to you."

♡ 9. "You make me feel like I'm not good enough."

♥︎ 10. "I miss moments like this more than anything."

♡ 11. "What's in that bag and why are you hiding it here?"

♥︎ 12. "Well? What happened? I want all the details!"

♡ 13. "I'm ready to try again, if you are?"

♥︎ 14. "Quick, hide behind the sofa!"

♡ 15. "I did a pregnancy test."

♥︎ 16. "The way you flirt is shameful."

♡ 17. "Why would you want to put yourself through something like that?"

♥︎ 18. "Sweetheart, what did you bury in the garden?"

♡ 19. "My toaster was definitely talking to me this morning."

♥︎ 20. "We could get arrested for this."

Completed requests:

◇ fluffy, Happy Lowman, prompt 7

◇ goofy, Juice Ortiz, prompt 18

◇ fluffy, Happy Lowman, prompt 8

◇ random, Chibs Telford, Prompt 3

◇ fluffy, Juice Ortiz, prompt 14

◇ random, Opie Winston, prompt 8

◇ goofy, Chibs Telford, prompt 8

◇ random, Half-Sack, prompt 16

◇ angst, Opie Winston, prompt 9

◇ random, Tig Trager, prompt 19

◇ fluffy, Opie Winston, prompt 17

◇ random, Jax Teller, prompt 17

◇ suggestive, Tig Trager, prompt 13

◇ fluffy, David Hale, prompt 3

[icerisotto]

Hi do you think you could write about la squadra and a new teammate who’s quiet and reserved majority of the time but one day they catch them laughing their asses off at one of formaggios really bad stupid jokes?

‹ honestly, i've imagined two scenarios this request: la squadra under diavolo's reign and la squadra under giorno's reign.

‹ it may look inaccurate regarding the gw timeline, but i'm using my headcanon timeline (which can be seen here) in which sorbet and gelato actually died in mid-2000.

‹ with that being said, double scenario!

⌦ warnings: gender-neutral character, mentions of death, mentions of depression, referenced violence, non-canon information, canon events.

➢ scenario one (diavolo).

☆ sorbet and gelato's death impacted the group in every single way it could. it blew their confidence, ruined their already-strained relationship with the boss, and brought shame to their name.

★ as a way to make sure they weren't trying to plot against him again, diavolo assigned a newbie to the team to halt any attempt of betrayal weeks later. a young, reserved and quiet person, enough to unnerve any traitor.

☆ it worked, as la squadra felt too uncomfortable around the newbie to make any other move. some of them even theorized that the newbie was sent to supervise them. naturally, their discomfort turned into hatred very quickly.

★ prosciutto deliberately hated the newbie because of their mysterious personality, even though he tried to keep his cool to preserve his image as the second-in-command. he'd never talk to them aside from missions, and would constantly use training or punishments to take his anger and frustrations on the newcomer.

☆ ghiaccio also openly hated the newbie and believed them to be a spy of the boss. he wasn't afraid of beating the shit out of the newbie if they ever cross his path or boundaries (something extremely easy to do, considering his mood swings). as a fellow, ghiaccio hardly acknowledged the presence of the stranger.

★ pesci is a gentle guy but loyal to his brother. when he realized prosciutto despised the newbie, he automatically avoided being seen talking to them. it didn't mean he was rude or cold like the others: he was willing to welcome the newbie instead of distrusting them over something they had no say in, giving them knitted gifts and food behind the others' backs.

☆ illuso knew how it felt to be hated by his teammates, especially because of his rough start in la squadra. he still decided to ignore the newbie's presence, much like ghiaccio but without the violence part. he simply distrusted them and refused to be friends with them, sometimes walking out of the room or into the mirror world whenever the newbie showed up.

★ risotto welcomed the newbie normally but lacked warmth due to his friends' deaths. he couldn't embrace the newbie as a true part of the team and only stepped up for them in extreme cases. in general, the capo kept his distance from the newbie and barely talked to them outside their working hours.

☆ formaggio was the closest friend of sorbet and gelato, almost a third party of their couple. he was miserable once the lovers died to the point he almost died of depression. a newbie wasn't what he wanted, not in the slightest. at first, he was hesitant and even resented the newcomer, but he soon overcame his grief and returned to his normal self. he's the only one to treat the newbie like a friend.

★ melone was neutral. while he also was very close to sorbet and gelato, he knew it'd be stupid to lash out at someone who was a mere pawn of diavolo's wicked plans. he was skilled enough to detect any malice in someone, so his suspicions died down after a few months. of course, he still kept his distance just for the sake of his friends' feelings.

☆ la squadra started changing their minds after a year went by without any incident. the newbie proved to be a strong-minded person, not giving up or cracking even though they went through many incidents and violent outbursts caused by the team.

★ some of them regretted their behaviors, some didn't. however, they all agreed the newbie wasn't trying to betray the team nor represented any risks, thus being worthy of their trust and decent treatment.

☆ the newbie was always accompanied by formaggio ever since their arrival as he was the only welcoming member of the team. they were extreme opposites: while the newbie barely talked, formaggio kept the mood bright.

★ during a celebration among passione members, everyone gathered at the bar as formaggio told them one of his silly, overused jokes. at that point, 2/3 of the team was drunk.

☆ formaggio's joke was interrupted by a cackle. everyone was surprised to hear the newbie's laughter for the first time, as they always looked neutral 24/7. some of them could recall hearing a similar sound at midnight when walking down the hallways, but who could think the newbie was responsible for that?

★ formaggio bragged about making the newbie show their soft side, happy to be the one to achieve this. pesci and melone laughed, illuso sneered, while prosciutto and ghiaccio were visibly surprised (although they pretended to not care). risotto remained stoic with a hint of a smile, secretly enjoying seeing his friends bonding.

☆ it still took them a lot of time to accept the newbie completely, but they were embraced after a long period. even though la squadra still felt hesitant around the newcomer, the display of humanity eased their minds. finally, they were ready to move on and let go of their grudges.

➢ scenario two (giorno).

☆ la squadra was livid once diavolo died. having a teenager controlling the mafia was concerning at first, but giorno's management deeply pleased them. they got raises and territories, all they ever asked for.

★ however, after cutting their main income (drugs), passione struggled to keep their balance. as a new alternative, giorno split the drug division and sent their members to other teams. that's how la squadra gets a newbie after so long.

☆ at first, prosciutto didn't appreciate the new member. he was stressed enough with five idiots under his belt, so another one was hell. however, he felt less grumpy once he came to realize the newbie was reserved and silent, something he appreciated. generally, he made small talk always related to work.

★ ghiaccio hated the idea since the beginning and vocalized his dissatisfaction very often. again, he'd throw hands if he ever felt disrespected or cornered. he still kept his distance once he realized the newbie was nothing like the others. they looked annoying in his eyes.

☆ pesci felt excited by the arrival of a new friend, that is until they met. serious people scared him, so he started avoiding the newbie much like he did with risotto, illuso, and ghiaccio in the past. prosciutto and risotto's serious face was enough for him, he didn't need anyone else scaring him (even if not on purpose). it took him a while to get used to their personality.

★ illuso didn't care much. he felt a little pissed about the disruption of their team dynamic at first but quickly overcame it once the newbie proved to be a decent asset instead of a crybaby or loser. in general, he didn't initiate any dialogue and felt relieved the newbie was reserved.

☆ risotto was secretly happy about the newbie's personality. from the hardheaded (illuso and prosciutto) to the silly (formaggio), weird (melone), coward (pesci), and violent (ghiaccio) members, every entry on the team was probation to the capo. he almost knelt and thanked god once he met the newbie, appreciating their reserved behavior. in general, the capo treated them like he'd treat the others.

★ once formaggio met the newbie, his new goal was to make them crack. he wanted to be friends with them and share nice moments. it became a full goal of his, and he'd spend 100% of his time chasing the newcomer everywhere they went while trying to squeeze a single smile out of them.

☆ melone, much like formaggio, became intrigued with the newbie's cold facade. he and personal space were enemies. he wanted to decode every inch of the newcomer's personality, often asking them personal questions to no avail. he cherished every nugget of information he got.

★ by the second or third month, everyone got used to the newbie's presence. some of them still felt hesitant around them but had some respect. pesci, melone and formaggio were the ones who actively befriended the newbie, even though they were stiff and quiet.

☆ somehow, the newbie accepted an invitation to play poker with la squadra after formaggio begged on his knees for them to join the game. even prosciutto got forced to participate by risotto.

★ a few empty bottles later, the game got serious and the bets started. melone had lost a bet and had to remove his shirt, revealing a so-then-hidden tattoo. it looked botched and silly. as formaggio made a nasty joke about it, the newbie snorted.

☆ all eyes were on them, as everyone felt genuinely surprised to see the newbie laughing so hard over such a silly joke. it was the first time they ever saw their teeth. tears of joy slid down their face, mostly because of how intoxicated they were.

★ even though they agreed not to make the newbie feel ashamed about that incident nor comment on it later, la squadra felt more comfortable about befriending them after realizing they only needed a little hand to be likable.

[shadowprincess1630]

The Drabble Of Shadows

This post is to notify you that I am starting an official Drabble series. This will be oneshots of DMC fluff and smut based on request.

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Please also include your tumbler tag or AO3 name so I can tag you when it is posted. Posts will be uploaded weekly.

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[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

*rolls this over to you for Consideration* Probably gonna make a post on this later but personal headcanon that Vergil and Dante would both be really good at dance in an AU, or even in canon (they do it for fun), just because of how physically demanding it is. Dante I could see having the most fun with it, but Vergil I feel like could be good too. Probably better at keeping up with the rhythm and showing his partner off than Dante, but probably hates being the center of attention himself. Especially if it involves emotional stuff. (That and because Vergil knowing how to tango is just 👀 I would like to see it 👀 Would also like to see him get flustered and blush while dancing with somebody he's got a crush on, just because it'd be cute 💙)

AH OKAY, SO I ACTUALLY HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS (because I've read quite a few one-shots that involve dancing with the Sparda babs) AND I AM GLAD YOU MENTIONED IT!

All underlined things are links to videos of the dance(s) that I referenced in my research lol Forgive the pixelated quality of some of these, they can get kinda old lmao

So, for starters: I think that all of the Sparda-bloodline would have been/are good dancers, some more than others. All of them are talented swordsmen and fighters which in and of itself is a type of dance. All of their heights might be an issue, however. As someone who is a very tall 5' 2" the fact that they are all over 6' tall would make dancing hard.

Sparda would've been the best of the four and he would've had the most knowledge on it. I feel like he would've been alive for long enough that he was able to watch humans throughout the years, learning lots of things... including dance. I feel like he and Eva would've danced a lot. As to what he would've done the best? Sparda would've been very good at all of it (since he's been alive so damned long) however I could see Eva just being into Rumba or something like a (very unprofessional) Argentine Tango--just because it would've been fun for Eva to do with her husband.

Vergil would be the next best dancer--at least, with traditional dances. He would've learned from Sparda when he was young, per the request of his mother. Vergil used to sneak downstairs late at night to see his parents dance and would mimic them, using an invisible partner, so she wanted to have Sparda teach him (because Vergil is interrupting Mommy and Daddy's time alone together lmao). He'd be good at things like the Foxtrot and Ballroom Tango. Anything fast he is amazing at while anything slow is a little harder for him. He tends to like moving around a lot and doing fancy twists or dips. However, he knows a lot of slow dances too. Vergil would also be very into single-person dances when in private; the first thing that came to my mind was Flamenco dancing. Just imagine getting Vergil either so ungodly drunk that he busts this out or challenging him--if you tell him he can't do something, he will do so just to prove you wrong. This blue devil would be really hard to learn from, he's bad at explaining himself, so you'd have to learn by yourself. It isn't anything against you, Vergil just sucks at teaching and he knows it. Vergil would 100% dance with you in private. It is an excuse to show off--and to get nice and close to you. The idea of him just coming up and nonchalantly asking to dance makes my heart just fucKING MELT. If you gave him the same treatment, he'd die on the spot. The stoned-face devil is a romantic at heart so his lover putting on a record (or CD if you aren't into vinyl) and asking to dance, just warms his cold heart. (This all applies to V as well--the only thing that's different is that V is better with slow dances since he can't move very well, to begin with.)

Dante and Nero would be on even grounds as to who is the better dancer.

I'm gonna start with Dante because he's older. Dante would be very good at just winging shit--the Dr. Faust scene is a great example, he didn't make it up but he just pulled it out of nowhere. If we want to talk traditional dances, Dante would be good at things that are fast--like the Salsa (I was thinking specifically Salsa Caleña), Balboa (pure or swing), Quickstep, and Merengue. He would be the most lax about his partner not knowing what the hell is going on and would be the easiest to learn from. As long as you and him are having fun he doesn't care how bad either of you are at it--or if you step on his feet the entire time, he just wants to see you smile. Dante would also be the only one out of the four to dance without an issue, like in a public or bar setting.

Nero would be an odd dancer. He's got the gumption and is able to keep rhythm pretty well, however, he just doesn't know any "traditional" dances. He'd just make it up as he'd go. His dancing would be relatively "aggressive" and he'd move you around a ton. Add that with his "wings" then you'd best hope you don't end up motion sick. Dante (eventually) teaches him some stuff so Nero would end up knowing Quickstep and Balboa (pure and swing). Nero would 100% get carried away in the heat of the moment and do little cutesy dances in excitement (nothing super intricate, just little wiggly movement-type stuff). He'd also be into just quietly slow dancing with you at home, holding you close, and just rocking with you. Just like his father, if you were to ask him to dance, he'd die on the spot. He is also the only one of the four that wouldn't mind you leading the dance instead of him.

I'd like to hear anyone else thoughts on this! If there are any dances that I didn't mention that y'all think might fit, please let me know. I might've been in theatre and was a performer, but I know absolutely dick-diddly about dancing; I was born with two left hands for feet, if that helps make sense of things lmao

MASTER LIST FOR TUMBLR

[deltajellybean793]

How the Black Bulls react to a Love Letter - Part 2

This is Part 2 of headcanons with the Black Bulls, Part 1 here

Finral Roulacase

He's over the moon that someone even cares enough to be an admirer.

Immediately goes out of his way to send gifts to the sender and plan out a date.

Vanessa Enoteca

Probably think it's a prank and ignore it for weeks.

After awhile though and after she sobers up she'll return the gesture by taking the sender on a night out.

She might even reward them with a kiss on a cheek, because she ain't no floozy, not that kind anyway

Nacht Faust

Determines whether or not you're a good person or not.

If you aren't, he roasts the shit outta you and refuses to speak to you.

If you are, however, he'll definitely send you thank you gifts and might consider taking you out.

Gonna have to be patient though, since he ain't the biggest fan of himself.

Charmy Pappitson

Thinks the sender wants to take her on a lunch date at first.

After the meal and explanation, she gets all flustered and scurries away on her fluff cloud.

Responds to you a week later and starts sending you some home cooked treats.

Secré Swallowtail

Ignores it for a while since she isn't quite over Lumiere or used to things yet.

Sends the sender a response letter saying she's open to the idea of meeting up.

After hanging out for awhile, she slowly starts to show her true feelings to the sender.

Sender will have to show her things outside of a library for fun though

[reilaishiteru]

hii i wanted to get back into writing short drabbles and stuff to distract myself from life and decided to create this blog

♠︎ won't be very active

♠︎ can't write smut, I'm just bad at it

♠︎ will have ooc and hc mixed with canon stuff because my own thoughts make me go feral

♠︎ will mostly write × reader stuff, mostly from character's pov

♠︎ will stay as gn!reader as possible, doing fem!reader occasionally

♠︎ will be a lot of self insert, especially with my favourite characters

would love to be moots!

[all-things-snek-loves]

Little headcannons on the Nero firefighter edit:

Firefighter! Nero always checked in after a call.. no matter how small. You knew about every cat he saved from a tree.. or every body he pulled from a fire. Never the less.. Nero always called.

Firefighter! Nero always showered as soon as he got home.. never wanting you exposed to the nasty things that came with an active fire. Making sure he was always scrubbed head to toe.

Firefighter! Nero always kissed you good morning and goodnight after a shift.. he didn’t see you for 12 hours at a time after all.. he usually had some downtime.. and would text or call. He always promised to come home to you.

Firefighter! Nero was strong.. always carried you around when he could. He enjoyed using you as his own personal trainer, he would use you as a weight.. or sometimes as a playful man, he would drag you around on a towel, introducing himself with “sweetheart.. my name is Firefighter Nero Sparda.. can you hear my voice I’m here to rescue you”.

Firefighter! Nero was sweet as pie.. but was serious on calls. He often had to shift from that solid work person to homely boyfriend/husband. He took his job seriously. So sometimes he looked mean. But none the less.. he still was a gentleman.

Firefighter! Nero was a gentleman.. but he was filthy when it came to you.. enjoyed his hands on your hips.. you in his lap. His favorite position to look into your eyes. He was rough.. spoke filth.. and smirked at you. There was that Sparda attitude. But that was only during sexy times. He always made sure you were comfortable. Clean. And cuddled after.

Firefighter! Nero who was great with kids.. always carried extra little plastic helmets on the truck for when there was kids present. Most of the kids he was able to comfort. If he wasn’t able to comfort a child after a fire.. he always sent them a little small stuffed animal if they were in the hospital. He was active with the children’s fire safety program at the fire house. Always teaching children how to safely identify hot doors.. and listening for the sound of smoke alarms.

Firefighter! Nero had the softest spot for his community. No matter if it was a fundraiser for the department.. or a car wreck he was always first to be on the truck to respond.. he often found himself starting the trucks before anyone else was even geared. He loved his job.. his heart was with his people.

Firefighter! Nero was fit.. mentally.. physically. He was often dripping with sweat with you.. down his toned belly.. across his biceps.. he was a sight to behold. Like one of those calendar firefighters.. except yours.

Firefighter! Nero carried a picture of you inside his helmet.. at all times. He has had to reprint that picture.. a few times.. between sweat.. or heat melting the image.. but none the less.. he kept that picture of you. His reason to come home.. his reason to fight.

Firefighter! Nero was usually the lead on the fire hose.. but sometimes he was on the entry team. He enjoyed the thrill the entry team brought him.. swinging the halligan.. digging though the fire rubble.. saving people.. often saving people’s pets.. which he loved dearly. Every animal no matter slithery or furry.. got the same love and care from Nero. Every pet was family. So therefore was of high priority. The flames often made Nero have an adrenaline rush.

Firefighter! Nero who never leaves his brotherhood alone. One time his friend was out of air in his tank.. and Nero.. pulled him close.. hulking his buddy over his shoulder, sharing his own air tank with him as he dragged him out.. he shrugged off the lecture he got by the chief. His buddies life was more important. Nero was the definition of no man left behind.

Firefighter! Nero 🧑🏼‍🚒 🔥 ❤️

[whackdreamer]

Black Clover Drabble

Title: I call upon your name

Terror loomed over her. Never before did the idea of dying terrified her this greatly. She struggled to preserve the lives of her comrades, as the scenery of death slowly painted itself before them.

If she were to fall here, so will they.

After five hundred long years of living as a bird, she almost forgot what emotions were like.

Almost.

Fear and despair. She now felt it all too vividly.

“Asta…” Nero called for the boy she knew too well. The boy she watched over as she was perched by the roof on a church in Hage while she guarded the statue of Prince Lumiere. She remembered how loud he was, how he had such big dreams for the good of the people around him.

She once forgot what it was like to dream.

“Asta!” This time she called again.  

And he came with a warm, weight of a hand that rested atop her head.

Nero now remembered what hope felt like.

[leonleonhart]

im insane abt my own au i just never write anything down

[strykingback]

Event: Rescue Mission FINALE- The Reapers Bullet

OST: The Disgraced Clone

The strike team moved up quickly approaching the fallen Mecha-Perseus as the stopped hearing the chest piece open up with a hiss, with Nero walking out of the machine with smoke and coughing a bit while he waved it away. "Fucking little pieces of shit! I have no more patience with you all!" He would say with a growl. "It's over Nero! Surrender now and you will be taken back to Brumel where you'll receive a fair trial!" Eros demanded pointing his twin blasters at the clone. While Nero would just scoff at it... getting into a fighting position as he lifted up one leg and slammed into the ground breaking the concrete starting to groan.. while the fusion energy began to surge around him.

"Democritus particles?! They're being absorbed?!" MAYA would say with Leonidas already having a bad feeling about this. Eros, would just roll his eyes underneath his helmet thinking that this clone was just going to the same thing as the real figure did somewhat have a temper tantrum. Zek and Guangxian would just remain quiet and watch to see what would happen.

Finally, the disgraced clone would release a loud roar of rage with more of the Democritus particles becoming streams of energy entering Neros back as even the wires from Mecha Perseus would surge outward feeding more of the energy into him. Before a wave of power was unleashed pushing back the strike team..

"The Bloody hell?!" Eros said checking his HUD for any fusion poisoning in his body.. which there wasnt.. yet for the Disgraced Councilman he stood up looking more buff than ever. While he would push his glasses up with a slight smirk. "LETS RUMBLE!" Nero spoke with a growl.

"The fuck are you on about you absolute-"

"GRAHHHHGH!!!!" Nero would charge at Eros with everyone jumping away as Eros was left unprepared to shoot at being surprised at the speed of the now charged up councilman with no time to dodge as he was immediately tackled to the ground with Eros getting up, only to get a punch towards his face, and then a headbutt cracking his visor. "I'm not like those cushy politicians! Played a lot of Zeroball in college!" Nero said.

Leonidas would immediately launch himself into battle swinging a punch towards the clone while he gritted in pain with stinging feeling moving through his left hand. "At some shitty fancy college, you mark!!!" The bull faunus growled using Aurelius' Wrath in attempt for the wrist blade to gouge out the eye of Nero only for his arm to be caught by Nero. Which the elite atelier guardsman attempted to swing a punch with his free arm only for it to be caught, with Nero letting go of Eros. "Try the University of Atticus in Vale! I'm not like those beltway pansies who wont do things right nowadays!!!" He said headbutting the bull faunus again with a groan coming from Leonidas.

"I can easily crush your shit king....with my bare hands!!!" He said, letting go of Leonidas right hand and immediately punching him in the face causing his visor to crack as well! Being sent to the floor in pain from the strikes. Immediately Zek would come in using the bayonet function of his rifle only to be caught by the throat and thrown into air with Zek screaming loudly in fear as he fell right back down.

"DO NOT FUCK WITH THIS GODDAMN COUNCILMAN BITCH!" Nero shouted immediately kicking Zek at a perfect time sending him right to the floor, as the rifleman held his gut in pain which he wondered what was damaged....perhaps it was his ribs, or even worse internal bleeding. "Fuuuuck...." He groaned out.

"Bastard! Just what the hell are you!?! " Guangxian said shooting at the Senator while he did not flinch almost as if the bullets were literally and figuratively bouncing off of his body, which the Councilman looked at the Hacker and attempted a few punches while Guangxian would dodge them swiftly only for a punch catching him off guard as stumbled back a bit dazed. While the clone of Nero pushed up his eyeglasses. "Why dont you boys live long to find out?" He said while everyone got back onto their feet... yet Zek noticed something was missing on Guangxians back.. and that was Hathor... which he looked up to the sky to see the drone in air showing the fight live.

And on the Atelius everyone watched the fight with eyes of shock in their eyes... and worry.

"Come on Leonidas get back up!" An Atelier Soldier said.

"Lets go Eros!! Show'em what you mean by planning!!!"

"Guangxian... Hang in there!!!" One of the Atelier Technicians spoke.

"Zek... please.. get up!!!" Atya said with worry.

"Guys we need to work fast on this anti-serum now!!!" Merlinda spoke with urgency with Hermes, Twilight, and Krieg having to work as quickly as they could. "Father... please protect them....." Krieg shuddered underneath his breath... while he had worked to solve the problem with the Anti-Serum for Project Immortalis...

"Lets go ... lads!!!" Eros shouted throwing Pequod to the side and pulling out his plasma knife while, Leonidas staggered a little bit reaching his full height along with everyone else.

"Come on boys! Lets have a fun talk!" Nero spoke as the fight reignited with Eros charging in firing Ishmael at the clone, while narrowly dodging an attempted punch and using his knife to attempt to slice open or cut his abdomen albeit it felt like bounched off. With Guangxian coming in with his pistol to try and claim a head shot with Zek aiming and firing a dust round with an explosion.

Finally Eros and Leonidas looked at each other and nodded rushing in with both with both a plasma knife and wristblade with both swinging down after Zeks incredible headshot... only to feel something holding them back, with the two looking up to see Nero's head still intact and his arms and hands black as night.....

"Nice cooking knives, mind if I take those to go." He said breaking both the Plasma knife and the Wristblade.

"WHAT!?!" Both Atelier soldiers said in unison, before they backed up a bit. "Bloody fucker!!!" Eros shouted throwing what remained of his knife while Nero simply walked up towards them quickly before running as Eros utilized his semblance. Haste to jump over it while Leonidas rushed in and slid underneath an attempted punch dodging it completely. Just for a moment Leonidas chuckled and then

WHAM!!!

With a loud smack the bull faunus was punched making him stagger once again but with his kinetic punches all but charged up its just enough for him to handle it. As he saw a punch being swung at him as he blocked it with both sides grunting and groaning. "Always going to be a mark, you piece of shit politician! Big Promises you cant even deliver....!" Leonidas said throwing the fist to the side, swinging an attempted punch which made contact. "Experimenting on innocent people?! All for what! Your broken pride!!!" He continued swinging two more kinetic punches.

"And you're just like every other PMC mark I killed! Just another shitbag crawling in the pile!!!" He said giving a kneestrike to the chin with enough force to make the clone stumble backwards a bit.

"Heh... you are right about one thing... Marauder of Marcenas River...." Nero spoke which made Leonidas grit his teeth hearing that title. "I do have big promises that I could not deliver.... but its because I have a dream!" Nero said.

"What?" Leonidas said with confusion, before watching the councilman walk up to him.

"That one day every PMC watching will use this as a means to be inspired to do more! To go forward and do more even if it is unethical!!!" Nero said with Leonidas taking zero time to think and charging forward with both hands grasping each other in another hand while the two would clash heads with blood seeping out of Leonidas helmet.... "I want PMC's to understand that they can destroy the governments that once held them back and use it for their own fuel for their fire!" Nero spoke with a kick to the bull faunus' stomach making him stumble backwards.....

"Fuck all these limpshit politicians who decide to not go above and beyond what they can or can't do! And these chickenshit hunters who only want to be famous as hell and instead seek only glory instead of fighting for the PMC's to sate their inner demons!!!" Nero would rant while punching Leonidas with the next punch landing shattering his helmet entirely... while in a dazed state... Leonidas immediately tore off the holopad containing MAYA as he threw her somewhere safe..... so she wouldnt have to be harmed....

But Nero saw this distraction as an opportunity while he grabbed the marauder by the hair. "Fuck all this! I wanna be the very best and prissy soft society bullshit!!!!" Nero shouted slamming Leonidas' face into the ground.... as he lifted him back up which the bull faunus was too dazed and was trying to formulate something. "Fuck the Fake Media! Fuck the Naysayers!!!" Nero punched him again making the Marauder stumble again with blood staining the grounds...

"FUCK ALL OF IT!!!!!"

Nero roared swinging a haymaker punch sending, Leonidas flying into a damaged wall which had a spike piercing out of it which it would pierce his arm making the Marauder of Marcenas scream in agony for the first time every...

With everyone watching aboard the Atelius... they never seen such brutality before , with the Atelier soldiers now showing worry because without Leonidas it only leaves Eros, Zek, and Guangxian to fight against this untamed beast!

"Krieg! Whats the status on the anti-Immortalis serum!?" Merlinda demanded in a hurried manner.

"Not good!!! They made this thing incredibly complicated!!!" Krieg replied looking back at the battle seeing Eros stand up and try to shoot but he was too late.

"Shite! They made it too complicated!!! Even with my magic it wont be enough to reduce it down to its base materials!" Hermes said before hearing another scream of horror from the audience outside.

"LEONIDAS!!!" An Atelier soldier shouted.

"COME ON EROS!! CLUTCH UP!!!" Another shouted.

"You can do it guys come on!!!"

"Leo!!!" Eros shouted, charging in only to be slammed to the floor onto his back. "You see you useless knights in shining armor! Remnant is rotten to the core.... which means we need to do one thing!" Nero continued with his rant... "WE NEED TO BURN IT DOWN!!!!" He shouted kicking Eros making the seasoned soldier cough up blood.

"Fuuuck.. you.. you serial murderer!" Eros spat back.

"Oh.. still alive. And from the ashes of this new Remnant everyone will be underneath a banner where they can fight and die for what they BELIEVE!!!" He shouted stepping on top of Eros HARD making him cough up more blood!!!

"The weak will be purged and I WILL BE ITS NEW LEADER AND THOSE WHO DO NOT AGREE WITH ME WILL BE PURGED AS WELL!!!!" Nero shouted kicking Eros away as the soldier slid across the floor with a groan....

"I WILL MAKE NOT JUST ATLAS GREAT AGAIN BUT ALSO REMNANT GREAT AGAIN!!!!" He said with Guangxian leaping on top of him and pulling out his karambit knife in an attempt to stab him in they eye only to be stopped and grabbed which he would be raised up over his head.....

And then...he would be slammed onto Nero's knee by his back which a blood-curdling scream was emitted from the Hacker as he was thrown away like trash..... into a wall.... as he struggled to get back up.... "Just like him! Trash.. aimed for me!"

"You know what mate... Fuck off!!!" Eros said getting up to which on the dreadnought everyone roared with a cheer watching the commander stand up with Eros rushing in and beginning to swing multiple punches against Nero... but to no effect before he swung a final punch that made him grunt in pain a bit...

"Why wont you just fucking die you sack of shite!!!!" Eros shouted with rage, while Nero finally revealed what had happened to him tearing off his shirt... revealing a scar around his chest where his heart is located... "Fusion Nanites, son. Ever since I got that surgery along with Project Immortalis whenever physical trauma is dealt to me.. they harden in response.. in other words.. Im fucking invincible!" The clone said.. with Zek charging in and using the butt of his rifle to smack him only for the Fusion Nanites to respond with a swift hardening to lessen the blow.

"What did I just say son?" He said dealing a punch to Zek which the force made him spit out blood from his mask sliding across the floor....and for a moment.. he could see his master... and his mother who was shot... during the invasion of the village waving at him to come with them..

"Mamulechka... Master..." He said weakly.. before he shook it off because of Eros shouting something only to get punched with his helmet shattering into pieces....

"Fucking Atelier Garbage!!!" Nero shouted after he punched Eros.

"Shite murderer of my brothers, sisters, and others!!!" The commander said trying to lay a good punch on him.

Finally in a desperate move... Guangxian charged in and grabbed Nero by the abdomen making the councilman look at him.."DO IT NOW!!!!!" Guangxian shouted with Eros and Zek charging in....but however... Nero grunted and groaned until... "WHY DONT YOU FUCKING DIE YOU PIECES OF SHIT!!!!!" He shouted with a bright light coming from his back with Eros', Zek's and Guangxian's faces widening with shock as finally..

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!

They were caught in a pulse explosion that destroyed the area around them... as back on the Atelius... Hathor was still connected showing the live feed meaning Guangxian was alive... but by a thread..

The sight alone made everyone aboard lose hope... as finally back in the lab.. Krieg fell to his knees tears dripping from his eyes. "Not again... not again!!!!! DAMN YOU!!!! NERO!!! HOW MUCH MORE MUST MY SINS FOLLOW ME!!!!" He shouted with fury... with hermes understanding his anger.

".....We cant give up yet!" Atya said walking into the lab.

"Use my blood.... I have an idea." She said..

Back in the battlefield... Guangxian was barely conscious using his drone sight to keep himself in the fight for everyone to see. Eros on the other hand was embedded into a wall... were it not for his armor he would have been dead.. but his aura had also broken leaving some scars across his face along with very serious burns and injuries... but Zek took the worst of it as his left eye was bloodshot from the insane damage, blinding him... and his right arm was all but missing..... as his breathing was labored.. once again he could see his master Odin and his other mother standing before him.

Yet, from the smoke came Nero .. undamaged and still having a bastard of a grin on his face. "See this is what you boys get for playing heroes...." He said.. while Zek struggled to get up but was too close to deaths door. "Time to finish this..." He said approaching Zek before the sounds of an Atelier gunship came through flying above the remaining fighters as it would come around hovering just well enough above ground with the side doors opening.

Revealing Atya with a rifle aiming at Nero.

"For everyone you killed!" Atya said shooting at him which was revealed to be a dart as it made contact around his shoulder which injected the serum right away. "Huh? Thats it... some bullshit tranquilizer dart?!" He shouted. "Not quite!" Krieg said over the gunships speakers.

"It's in fact an anti-serum that combats the Immortalis serum inside of you!! While we could not figure out a serum to combat it from its base materials.. however what would happen if your hundred and fifty thousandth experiment.. used her own blood against you which contains immortalis thus using our failed vaccine attempts to fuse it with hers.....created the anti-serum necessary!!!" Krieg said.. which Neros eyes widened in response seeing feeling his eyes starting to bleed and himself coughing up blood.

"Urgh! Fuck!!!" He said...

However, Zek would slowly rise to his feet with one arm left.....and his rifle in hand. Injured as he was. There was no way he was going to die... not without taking this man down once and for all! "NERO!!!!!" Zek shouted...with the clone turning around..

"Let's Rumble...." He said with a weak smile while Nero would only have rage in his heart, charging at the Sniper as he rolled across the floor after an attempted punch was swung with Nero swinging his fists down at the floor causing little breaks in the ground to catch Zek off guard only for the Sniper to keep his balance and shoot at him this time piercing his abdomen.. making him stumble back.

The Fusion Nanites... were no longer responding! "YOU FUCKING WHORE!!!!!!" Nero shouted grabbing a PVC pipe and throwing it but thankfully it would move out of the way just narrowly grazing the attempted javelin throw. However, Zek would not take this lightly as he would drive his Bayonet through Nero roaring with rage while unloading bullet after bullet into him making the Councilman spit more blood out.

Yet, out of defiance, he would swing a punch at Zek making him pull out his rifle, sliding across the floor. Which the cloned councilman in a dazed manner released a roar of rage forcing the nanites to work while he would swing a punch at the Sniper with Zek side-stepping out of the way and shooting a fist covered in the Fusion Nanites, making him stumble back and swung his other undamaged fist covered in a bunch of fusion nanites... while that fist would be shot and damaged... making him stumble back... until charging forward. "YOU FUCKER!!!!!!!" He roared.

While Zek quickly counted how many bullets he had left... and had only one left... which he lifted the rifle aiming it at Nero ....which his Aura surged.... and finally he said one thing in his language...

"Пуля Жнеца!!!!! (THE REAPER'S BULLET!!!!!)"

Pulling the trigger as the bullet was launched with what Zek imagined Death to look like screeching forward with its cape and such and skeleton hands outstretched with the bullet striking and piercing through the councilmans heart as he stumbled a bit realizing what just happened.

"Urgh... fuck....." Nero spoke looking At Zek who was about to put his rifle down..

"Vengeance... for everyone.." He said, before hearing Nero chuckle weakly. "You didnt claim shit... I'm just.... a clone." The clone would speak. "Clone or not..... you are him. Plus.... it was a long time coming and it offered closure for all parties involved...." He said... watching the man fall back.

"Heh... then let me tell you something. Don't let those pieces of shit make you sensitive......" Nero would say weakly...

"Twenty Three years too late...." Zek responded putting Hayha on his shoulder.... turning around and walking away weakly while the gunship containing Krieg and Atya would arrive...

"Heh... you and me have the same killer instinct....... we ...are kindred spirits... you and I..." Nero would speak his last. While Zek looked down at him with his only remaining eye.

OST: The Reapers Shadow...

"ийэ (Mom) ,I..... I want to ...... go home..." Zek would say before falling forward... and going unconscious....

"ZEK!!!!!" the scream of his mother would say.

"We have to do something!" Kriegs voice rang out

"Immor-" Eros' voice rang

"We need to inject him-"

"We're.....los-"

"Dont give up yet... Zek..." His mothers voice rang out one last time....

[shadowprincess1630]

I might make a drabble series for DMC oneshots

[loveenddeepspace]

My mind can't stop thinking about Nero being a part of girls night.

The first time it happens he only goes in exchange for new information on a type of wanderer he is researching. The girls all want to see him loosen up and enjoy himself (they all also are worried about how often he isn't included in other team afterparties) and tell him they need a guy to come with them to keep other guys from bothering them. Nero isn't exactly sure what the expect him to do and he's pretty sure that the group of them are much more formidable than he is, but he really wants that new info so he goes. It's loud, the girls are rowdy, they go to karaoke and then go out and eat way more than he thinks he's ever eaten at one meal, but surprisingly he doesn't hate it.

The girls respect his boundaries and give him plenty of space. They encourage him to participate but don't force him to do anything. There's no pressure, no making fun of him, they just treat him just like part of the group. Once their time runs out at the karaoke place they all drag him to their favorite place to eat and drink and they talk and joke and it's a little overwhelming at times, but the atmosphere is warm. They let him rant on and on about the research he's been doing and go off on tangents and they all listen intently and ask questions. Simone tells him he's a genius and Tara jokes that he needs to stop being so smart or he's going to make her look bad at work and he blushes bright red and the girls are either too drunk to notice or are merciful and don't tease them about it. He finds himself genuinely enjoying their banter and they all part with smiles on their faces.

Nero figures this is a one off thing but when he gets to work on Monday Tara has a coffee there at his desk and explains that Simone left him a health drink on his desk. Other things change too whenever one of them goes for a coffee run or to pick up lunch they text him and ask if he wants them to pick up anything for him. A couple weeks go by like this and then the girls start planning another girls night and suddenly he's in a girls night group chat. He tries to let the girls know that they accidentally added him, but they tell him that it wasn't a mistake that he's part of the group now.

Now he tags along for almost every girls night outing (he still doesn't like clubs or dancing so when they go out for that he stays in). Nero watches the bags when everyone goes to the bathroom and they speak up for him when restaurants get his order wrong. Each of the guys only questions it once. They learn pretty quickly when you go off on them saying, "He's our pink pony girl we aren't kicking him out of the group! How can you say that!?!?!?" that even if he doesn't understand it right away you have your reasons. That doesn't mean that he doesn't throw an intense glare and a few friendly words about what would happen if you or any of the girls got hurt on his watch Nero's way. You all reassure him that nothing is going to happen and scold your boyfriend for trying to scare him. Overall Nero finds you exhausting, but he's glad to have you all as his friend.

when a colleague brings you home drunk

with: zayne, caleb, sylus

content: mc is drunk, the guys are a little possessive

[minisugakoobies]

It's You - Choi San | 3 AM

Pairing: San x Reader Genre: smut, crack, fluff, angst, roommates to lovers, BFF’s Lil Bro!AU Series Rating: M (18+) Drabble Warnings: sneaking around, sloppy making out, lots of cuddling and kissing, honestly this is super soft, drunk San is a whole different type of menace, a little angst on OC's part, pet names deployed as weapons (baby) Word Count: 2.1k Disclaimers: SFW, obviously I don’t own ATZ - they just inspire me

Summary: He was only supposed to be a temporary roommate. Your best friend’s little brother, crashing on your couch for a few weeks. That’s it. How did this happen?

A/N: This started with talking about drunk San with @minttangerines and @kiestrokes, and then @moni-logues made me miss this couple, so boom! New vignette! I should warn you that I wrote this over the course of 2 days, entirely between the hours of midnight and 5 am because I've been staying up wayyyy too late to watch the Coachella livestreams (can we talk about Chellateez?! because holy shit!), so it's probably a mess and it's unbeta'd, so… blame any typos or incoherency on my fucked up sleep schedule! 🥱

Lyrics are from "Moondance" by Van Morrison, inspired by that one toktoq of San singing that song, which absolutely killed me.

Taglist is open! Reblog, comment, or send me an ask to be added! You can also send me any ideas/thoughts you might have for a future scenario - who knows, it might end up in a drabble! 💕

It’s You Masterlist 🐈‍⬛ ATZ Masterlist 🐈‍⬛ Main Masterlist

It’s three in the morning, and you’re wide awake, at your desk, working frantically on an article whose deadline is mere hours away. For not the first time tonight, you curse your natural inclination towards procrastination and scrub your hand down your face, wishing you’d chosen a different career. 

There’s some noise outside your door and you realize San must be home. He’d been down at the Blue Bird with Hongjoong, drinking and hanging out with Wooyoung as he bartended. From the way San’s shuffling around, it sounds like Woo had been his typical kind self and given San more generous pours than he should have. A loud “oof” resonates, and you hear the armchair scrape the floor a bit, as if he were setting it back in its place. You wince, hoping he didn’t wake his sister, who has an early shift and needs to be up at dawn.

“Noona. Nooooooona.” Tap tap tappity tap. “Are you up? I can see - I can see your light.” 

San raps on your door, calling out to you in a voice that’s hushed but maybe not quite as quiet as he thinks it is. From his spot on your bed, Nero lifts his head off his paws at the sound, then blinks at you with his bright green eyes. 

“I know. He’s loud as fuck, isn’t he?” With a cluck of your tongue, you quickly hop up and open the door. San must’ve been leaning against it, because suddenly you’ve got a mountain on top of you, a loose-limbed one at that, eagerly but clumsily wrapping its arms around you. “San!” 

“Hiiiii,” San coos into your shoulder, where he’s buried his face. You shudder slightly as his breath tickles your skin exposed by the tank top you wear, and stagger away from the door enough to close it quietly as you can, not an easy task to do given the giant mass of man hanging his dead weight on you. 

“You know, your sister is sleeping just on the other side of this wall,” you remind him, but he doesn’t respond, too busy lathering the column of your neck with tiny kisses. “San. Come on, sit down.” 

With some stumbling from San and a not insignificant effort on your part, the two of you make it over to your bed. Your attempt at coaxing San into a sitting position fails miserably as he promptly splays on his back, pulling you on top of him. Nero hops off the bed in a huff. 

You go down like a sack of flour, not a gram of gracefulness in your fall, but San appears not to notice when your chin bounces off his sternum or your knee rams his thigh. He sighs contentedly, wrapping his arms around your back, tucking you against him.

“Mmmm. So nice,” he murmurs, resting his cheek against the top of your head. 

It’s three in the morning, and you need to finish this damn article. Except that right now, your body is telling you that what you really need is to stay exactly where you are. Because the minute the warmth of San’s embrace surrounded you, your stress melted away. The steady rise and fall of his chest calms you, makes your own breathing slow. You close your eyes, nestling closer to him, sliding your own arms around his waist. You could so easily fall asleep like this. 

But he can’t sleep here. 

“San. San, are you awake?” 

“I’m awake,” he replies, but with closed eyes, which doesn’t really give you a lot of confidence in his response. “I am,” he insists when you shake him, rolling his head away, but he still doesn’t look at you.

“Don’t fall asleep,” you warn him sternly. “I mean it!” 

San smiles, the one that tells you that he knows you’re going to give in to him, which is the smile you tend to see him flash the most often, because you’re weak for him and always giving in. But this isn’t one of those times when you can indulge him. No matter how much you want to. 

“Wish you’d come to the bar tonight. Wanted you there.” 

You knew that. He’d told you as much when he’d texted earlier. Unfortunately, you had to turn him down for the sake of remaining gainfully employed. He’d tried to convince you otherwise at first but finally said he understood. And then sent you a series of sad selfies, each one more pathetic than the last, lips puffing to an extreme. Because he understands the power that pout holds over you.

It’s embarrassing how bad you’re down for this man.

San’s fingers dance idly down your spine, and you sigh, eyes slipping shut again as you speak. “Believe me, I would’ve rather been there with you.” 

He hums, fingertips quickening their light minuet. He mumbles something into your hair, low and unintelligible from the way his lips are smushed against your head, so it takes you a few seconds to realize he’s not talking, he’s singing. 

“... marvelous night for a moondance, with the stars up above in your eyes…” 

“San,” you begin, but before you can warn him not to get any louder, he does so anyway, raising his beautiful voice a little, starting to get into it. 

“A fantabulous night to make romance, 'neath the cover of October skies…”

“Shhh!” Your shushing is cut short by your giggling, as you clap a hand over San’s mouth. “Oh my god, now is not the time for this!” 

This is one of San’s more notable habits - when a song gets stuck in his head, you’ll hear him singing it for days, just walking around the apartment humming the melody or, if he has an audience, belting out the lines. He knows how much you love his sweet tenor. Another fact about you he’s filed away to devastate you with at the most opportune times.

Like when you need to kick him out of your bed. 

He continues singing despite your hand pressing on his lips, slurring the words directly into your palm. His eyebrows are working overtime, top half of his face playfully conveying whatever lyrics are being smothered against your skin. He’s so ridiculous, so over-the-top, even at three in the morning when anyone else would be exhausted, like you felt before he walked into your room, since his energy is infectious and perked you up better than the multiple cups of coffee you downed in your desperate attempt to stay awake. That’s San for you - he’s always giving you something when you need it - his time, his help, his energy. 

So you decide to give him something back, and replace your hand with your mouth, drawing him into a tender kiss, imbuing it with all those things you feel but never say. His muffled singing becomes a hum becomes a moan, at first surprised, then pleased. One of his hands drops to your thigh and with a bit of urgent tugging, he maneuvers you on top of him, chest pressed to chest.

His kissing is only the slightest bit sloppier when he’s been drinking, wetter from his tongue caressing yours with somewhat less skill than usual, but it’s never bothered you. You like seeing this side of him, looser with his inhibitions, with whatever holds him in place - or holds him back. One day you’ll ask him to show you more, when you’re both sober. 

And when things are different. Less… ambiguous between the two of you. 

If you reach that point. 

“Noona.” San whispers, thankfully pulling you from the heavier thoughts threatening to sink you right out of the moment. You open your eyes to look at him as he pecks your cheeks.  “I like kissing you.” 

You grin, letting your forehead knock against his. “Yeah, I kinda noticed.” 

“Aren’t you going to say it back?” The look he gives you would melt the hardest of hearts. This is why you’re not afraid to be needy with San. There’s no reason to be, not when he’s just the same. 

“I like kissing you too,” you declare, kissing the tip of his nose, laughing at the way his eyes cross as he follows your lips. “But now’s not the time for that, either.” 

“Then what time is it?”

Laughing, you gently guide him into a sitting position, keeping your arms looped over his shoulders. His lust is morphing into sleepiness, eyelids drooping as he gazes at you, and your heart goes so soft at the sight of him. 

“It’s time for you to go to bed.” 

“Okay,” he chirps, immediately flopping onto his back again. 

“Ohhhh no, not here. You gotta go. I still have to finish my work, and you…” The words stick in your throat. You can’t be here. You don’t want to say them. You want him to be here. Tonight, and tomorrow, and on and on. 

But that’s a conversation for another time. Not three in the morning.

“You have to go,” you groan, sliding off the bed and grabbing his arms, less gentle and more insistent this time. “Come on, get up!” 

San lets out a whine of protest. “But baby, why can’t I stay here?” 

Oh, he would drop a ‘baby’ now, slipping it in so casually, so naturally, like there’s nothing unusual about him calling you that. As if it’s not something new he only started doing the other day, happening maybe a handful of times since. 

Since the two of you have been doing this undefined thing, there’s really only been one unspoken rule. You sleep in your bed, and he sleeps on the couch. Even on the nights when Haneul’s working the late shift, or she’s over at Jongho’s. You never know if she’ll come home early, so you don’t risk it. It’s just easier this way.

Doesn’t mean you like it, though. 

“Because. If Haneul catches you coming out of here - “

The sound of a door opening makes you freeze right down to your tongue, leaving your sentence unfinished. Your head swivels towards your own door. A pair of feet pad down the hall, getting closer, then fading away, until you hear another door being closed. The bathroom. 

“Noona.” 

You turn to find a sober-looking San staring at you. He reaches out, hands settling on your hips, holding on to you as you stand between his legs. Clinging again. 

“She’s in early today, right?” 

The two of you probably know Haneul’s schedule better than she does. You nod.

“Then I’ll just stay in here. She’ll think I never came home.” 

He makes it sound so simple. So reasonable. He’ll stay here until she leaves. Why didn’t you think of that? Is it because you don’t like thinking of San with someone else, even if said person is an imaginary person who exists solely to provide an excuse that will allow you to get what you want? And if you get what you want now, it’s only going to hurt more when you can’t have it anymore?

Yeah, that’s probably it. 

“I don’t know…” you bite your lip.

“Come on,” he wheedles, drawing you into his lap again, cupping your face with both hands. “Let me stay with you. Don’t you want me?” 

And there it goes, the last remaining bit of your resistance. 

“Okay.”

San seems a little shocked, face lighting up in delight, and you wonder if it’s at how quickly you agreed, or that you agreed at all. Maybe both.

“But we have to be quiet. So, you know…” You trail off, gesturing wordlessly. 

“No moondancing?” He emphasizes the word heavily, lifting a brow, and you roll your eyes but grin as well.

“Right, none of that.”

“Just cuddles?” 

As if he needs to ask. You nod. “But I’m not coming to bed until I finish my work.” You reclaim your seat at your desk, folding your arms over the back of it, trying to give the appearance of someone with a solid backbone, since yours is apparently made of pudding. 

“That’s okay,” San says, already tugging his shirt off, then his pants, until he’s only in his boxer briefs. He peels back your comforter, sliding into the soft sheets, and again the action is so natural, so normal, like he does this every night, that something in your chest constricts. “I’ll just wait for you.” 

Your first thought is that you should inform him that he’s going to be waiting a while, but then again, maybe he won’t. 

You’re feeling suddenly inspired. 

(It’s three in the morning, and you’re falling in love.)

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[sylusbelovedart]

Yes, Kitten ? (Sylus x MC)

Disclaimer : MC has a cat girl. I tried to picture Sylus as best as I could, sorry if it's a bit OOC.

↑ Those are the insipiration btw. I just wanted to write a soft drabble about Sylus being loved by a kitten (knowing how much cats love to hate him). I imagine Sylus would be really happy to be loved by a kitten that keeps seeking him out and being clingy towards him, though he might be a bit shocked at first. And the fact that that cat is yours just makes it better. He just wished you would act the same towards him.

TW : there is none, it's just fluff.

You've never thought of getting a cat for yourself, really. Considering your job and the amount of time it took from you, you always thought having a cat would be irresponsable.

You took a breather after fighting wanderers all day. As you laid down to rest, you heard a rustle being the bushes. On alert and pissed that another wanderer may have found you, you pointed your gun towards it, unmoving. You tried to steady your breath and focused on reacting at the right time. As it was moving closer and closer to you, you tightened the grip around your gun. You nearly pressed on the trigger but stopped right before shooting.

It wasn't a wanderer.

But a frightened kitten, meowling loudly as it made its way to you. It scratched your leg, pleading.

And for some reason, your heart ached for this sweet furrball.

You promised yourself that you won't keep it, you just wanted to help it. You took it to the vet the next morning. After a health checkup, the vet informed you that the stray kitten was in fact a girl and that she was doing well. "You just need to carefully feed her with some nutritive food and give her the antibiotics needed to reduce the infection in her wounds". And you promised yourself that no matter how much that cute kitten was clinging to you, you would bring her to a shelter where she would be taken care off. But no matter how much you tried, she kept screaming and crying, begging you to keep her. So you gave in. You grew found of her and loved her, trying to make as much time for her as possible. You couldn’t help but spoil her rotten.

And as cute and lovely she was to you, you knew her to not be very kind to strangers. She easily gets scared, and won't hesitate to hiss and scratch. None of your friends or coworkers managed to get close to her, aside from Tara who managed to pat her for a bit but your kitten never willingly let herself be carried. And they would all joke about how much she ressembles you. You often pretended to be offended and point out how nice and helpful you were to everyone. But your friends brushed it all off, "like owner, like pet" they would say.

As your kitten was nestled in your arms in front of them, Nero kept staring at her, sadness plastered on his face, sighing loudly.

"Well, be grateful to at least be around her. She doesn't like people" you said pointing your finger at him, as if to make your point across "she is picky with who she lets close".

"That's exactly what I mean" he responded deadpan and then he looked back at your kitten with grief, his shoulders slumped "but she is so cute, do you think she will come to love me one day ?" he asked pouting, thrusting out is lower lip so much it made you laugh a little.

"I do wonder which one of you she will come to love first." You asked yourself patting your kitten’s head.

---

That's why the first time you let Sylus into your appartment, you were slightly anxious. It’s not the first time Sylus came by, but it wasn't just your home now. You hoped your kitten won't be too scared of him considering his intimidating aura or pissed by his arrogance. You knew Sylus was an absolute sweetheart to animals, but you were still scared of what your kitten’s first impression of him will be. You didn't mind her not liking people in general but you still wished she would accept Sylus, or least tolerate him.

And because people kept pointing out how much you're both alike, your first encounter with Sylus kept replaying in you mind and you winced at the thought. Yeah, we might have to work on it a little.

Arriving at your front door, you explained once again to Sylus how to act in front of your kitten. "She is scared of everyone, really. Please don't take it to heart, just give her some time."

"As if I have never dealt with another fierce kitten before" he teased, his head on your shoulder "And a stubborn one at that" he continued kissing your cheek.

You huffed and tapped his shoulder lightly "you're silly" you rolled your eyes "but I'm being serious now".

Sylus looked at you, smiling "your worry too much, it can't be that bad. Should I use my own methods on her ? Would gifts help sooth her ? Or is she as merciless as her master is ?" he nudges his nose against your cheek, teasing. That man, really.

"As long as you don't scare her" you said back, whispering at his lips "I don't mind your methods" you kissed him and unlocked your door. He raised a brow at your, a challenging look on his face.

Your could hear your kitten already meowling on the other side of the door. As soon as you opened it, she rubbed herself against your leg, happy to see you back home. You immediatly crouched down to pat her and take her in you arms, entering the appartment to let Sylus come in behind you.

"I guess it’s time for some presentation" you turned to face Sylus "Sylus, this is my sweet angel" you said kissing her lightly "and sweet angel, this is my boyfriend Sylus".

Sylus stared at your cat at first, as if trying to understand its way of thinking. He then tried to approach her but she hissed back at him and growled. Unbothered by her reaction towards him and seemingly used to this kind of treatment, Sylus just huffed and crossed his arms "You spoil her too much. She has your bad attitude"

You mouth fell open, shocked "No she doesn’t. She is the sweetest. She is just picky."

"And in my book" Sylus took a higher pitch "it’s called ‘like owner, like pet’".

You blinked, your mouth agape. Did he just mock you ?

You narrowed your eyes at him "Your horse has terrible temper. My kitten is just picky. She's being careful, that’s not the same" you pointed your finger menacingly at him "beware or I am making her chase you out of my appartment"

"I am soo scared." He said slowly approaching you, a mischevious look on his eyes.

Not wanting to give in to his antics. You turn your back at him and put down your kitten on the couch. You take off your coat gesturing Sylus to do the same. As you passed by him, you approached him and yank him down to meet your eyes "don't forget you're in my territory now. And contrary to last time, I have backup."

"Your territory ? I thought we already settled that last time" you couldn't help but blush, remembering the make-out session you both had on your kitchen counter 'last time'.

"You've been warned" you tried to glare at him but you knew Sylus wouldn't be frightened by it. You pushed him back, wanting to get away from him before giving in. That man might be the death of you someday.

Trying to ignore the flush of your face and your agitated state, you went to the sink to wash your hands. After gaining some sense of composure, you tried to change the subject "Is there anything you want to eat in particular tonight ?" you asked him.

"What are you proposing ?" from the corner of your eyes you saw Sylus leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed, staring at you.

"Let me take a look" you opened the frigde, trying to act as normal and calm as possible and ignoring your loud heartbeats. His teasing always got you but seeing him so confortable in your own appartment did things to you.

"I can make some salad, if you want" you craved for something light and fresh "but not sure I have something for dessert though" you said a little bit embarrassed "I ate everything yesterday".

"I don’t mind. I’m sure we could settle for something sweet for the dessert."

You gulped dryly, almost chocking on your own spit. Yup, definitily the death of you.

As you took out the ingredients from the fridge, Sylus came next to you to wash his hand. He signed you to let him help you wash the vegetables. As you were patiently waiting for him, you heard your cat meowling loudly. Pretty scared that something might have happened or that she was angry by Sylus apparence in your kitchen, your searched for her worriedly. And as you looked for her, you saw her standing next to Sylus, looking at him with the most pleading eyes you’ve seen her make to someone. 

Sylus first look at her then at you, his eyebrows raised, a playful look on his face. Then she meowled again more loudly, rubbing herself against Sylus' leg. She never did that and certainly not to a stranger. You tried to brush it off.

"She can be quite a lot, sorry."

Sylus shook his head, laughing "it’s fine. I guess I won’t have only one kitten to take care of tonight"

If you could pretend to not be affected by his words earlier, you certainly were know. But you cat's meowls helped you keep you grounded and not embarrass yourself in front of him.

You called her out, distressed by her tantrum, hoping she would get the message. "Be nice" you grumbled softly "he is a guest". As you scolded her, Sylus crounched down to pat her. "Be careful, she could scratch you. Or bite you". For some reason you felt incredibly defensive towards each of them.

Sylus smiled at you, softened by your care for him. He presented once again his fingers to your kitten for her to sniff before she eagirly rubbed herself against his hand, purring loudly. He patted her a bit before she tried to jump into his arms, a paw against his tight and another on his torso. He quickly lifted her up as she nestled against him. You looked at the both of them dumbfounded and at a loss of words. Everything was working better than you imagined.

He looked at your with raised eyebrows, his eyes wide and surprised, his smile growing bigger. You couldn’t help but stare at him and the way he was so gentle with her. You rarely saw the happy look Sylus' had on his face right now, one of the purest sight you've seen since meeting him. But his expression quickly changed into a cocky one as he looked back at you. "I guess I won't have to work my way through her heart that much. Like owner, like pet, huh ?"

You prayed for God to have mercy on your soul, because this sight nearly made you combust. As surprised as you were, seeing them bounding really stired up something inside of you. Those two might be the death of you tonight.

"I guess she doesn’t hate you" you said lightly, shrugging off your shoulders trying to play it cool and stay focused on the task at hand. As if you weren't scared earlier that your cat might try to make Sylus her next meal.

"I’m pretty sure she adores me at this point" he said almost purring. With Sylus smart mouth and confidence back, you knew you won't hear the end of it. You looked back at both of them and it reminded you of the time you and Sylus went to feed the cats. "Do you want to feed her ?"

Sylus looked at you "whatever the kitten wants" he said as he scratched her chin. You were sure he wasn’t only talking about her. "She does deserve a reward after for being so sweet and polite after all" he walked away and searched for something in his blazer. He took out a can of food, the same brand you told him your kitten loved. "her food is right here" you said pointing at your cat food spot "you can feed her there". You absoluteley didn’t mind your cat eating in the kitchen, but your heart couldn’t stand the both of them right now. You took a good minute to compose yourself before returning to your task.

-----

"Come here, kitten" you suddenly straighten up as Sylus calls out for you, his voice soft and velvety.

You walked towards him nonchalantly, trying to come up with some sly retort. Once you arrived in the livingroom, you stopped completely in your tracks.

Sylus wasn’t actually calling out for you.

He was slouched over your kitten, his hands gently spread towards her. She didn’t even fight against his graps and just let herself be put on his laps. You felt your face turn red from embarrassment.

Sylus just used the same nickname for you to your cat, it's fine, you told yourself. You wanted to make a run from it, to escape the awkwardness that situation might bring if Sylus sees you. But as you turned around, Sylus eyes landed on you. By the look on your face, he frowned and stood up, ready to come and help you.

He nearly asked you what was wrong but Sylus was a clever man. Too clever for your own good in that situation. Seeing with the way you looked at both him and your kitten ? He quickly understood. Damn him.

"So you can come to me if I actually call out for you, kitten ?" He tapped a finger against his temple, his smirk too wide for your liking "that’s tremendous information. I'm keeping that in mind for next time."

You bite the inside of your cheek trying to hold yourself back and not embarrass yourself further. But you knew you failed miserably as your entire face was flushed red. You didn't dare to look at Sylus and just turned around.

"The intel I have on you would make rampage in the dark web. Don’t act so smooth as if you don’t have anything to hide. I pretty sure your soft spot for straight kittens would please your ennemies. Besides, I just wanted to make sure you both were good since I didn't hear from you for some time"

"Wouldn't that be a good sign ?"

"I don't know. Maybe she would have biten off that smug tongue of yours."

Sylus didn't say anything back but you knew he was ecstatic. "Well, I'm going back to the kitchen. Tell me if you need anything."

----

You felt Sylus arms wrap around you, his lips kissing the back of your head.

"You will always be my favorite kitten." he whispered into your ear.

"How come ? you know other kitten ? How many ?" you tried to sound mad but a smile spread accross your face when you felt Sylus pressing himself further against you, kissing your neck and shoulder.

"Not much really. One's a cute furball" your kitten meowled loudly as if she knew you two were talking about her "But... the other, this one I can't seem to get away from… and she is the one I adore" he said sweetly, turning you around to kiss you, blocking you against the kitchen counter.

"And-" you said trying to part your lips from him "you think that will-" Sylus put his hand on your cheek and tilted your head back to deepen the kiss "make me-" he slipped his tongue between your lips.

After a moment he finally parted slightly from you "forgive you ?"

Sylus kisses always felt good. Gosh his lips of his were blessed and crafted by God himself but cursed and polished by some sort of demon. Something about his kisses were soft and sweet but also deeply passionate and dizzying, always making you breathless.

"How should I earn your forgiveness then, my lady ?" he asked teasingly, brushing your nose with his.

"I don't know" you bite your lips looking up at him, you wanted him to work for it "should i even consider forgiving you ?"

Sylus slightly frowned. You smiled, hugging his waist "what do you have in mind ?"

"Anything you want" he whispered against your lips.

"Shouldn't you be careful before making this kind of proposal ?"

Sylus tucked your hair behind your ear, a beautiful smile drawing on his features. "Do you plan on finally being greedy with me ? I wouldn't ask for much."

You pretended to think for a little. "And if I say I just wanted to cuddle and watch films ? Would you mind ?"

"Sounds amazing to me, sweetheart." he said kissing you once again.

Sylus never mind going by your every whims and demands. He actually loved it. As much as you loved spoiling your cat, Sylus loved spoiling his own kitten rotten. Having you asking him for things, spending time with him, leaning on him, clinging to him was more than he could ever ask for. And God knew he didn't ask for much. So he didn't mind you making a fuss or acting mad or being greedy, because nothing made him happier than seeing you finally claiming him as your own.