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abiiors · 7 months ago

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𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚘 — 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚒𝚒

✧ — 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

✮ a/n: well… hashtag justice for pancake

✮ cw: smut, oral (m receiving 👀)

✮ wc: 3k

“looks like the date went well,” carly slides into the chair opposite jules, cup of coffee in hand and plate piled high with toast between them. “nico was a success?”

it takes her a full minute to remember who nico is. right, the boy that had stood her up. she’s about to open her mouth and say as much. but what will she say after? does she want to explain the deal she’s made with matty?

forget the deal, does she want to tell carly that she slept with him?

besides, before she can even open her mouth, carly’s eyes widen, pointing at her neck.

“jules…” she’s half-out of her seat with curiosity, “what’s that on your neck…?”

jules touches her neck in a trance, knowing exactly what’s on her neck, knowing why the skin feels tender beneath her fingers. her hair is up in a bun too, there is no hiding it.

fuck. how had she not thought to cover it up before coming into the kitchen!

“um…” she closes her eyes, blushing slightly, “a bug bite?”

“a bug bite,” carly snorts, “looks like it was a… passionate bug.”

“ew!”

they both burst into a fit of giggles, clutching their stomachs and laughing till her ribs hurts and carly’s cheeks are red. she’s happy, jules realises with sudden clarity. there’s sun shining in her kitchen and she’s laughing with a friend and her coffee tastes extra fucking magical if she’s being honest.

the laughter peters out and carly smiles at her.

“you look happy, jules…”

“i am,” she bites her lip to keep her grin in.

“are you seeing him again?”

she knows carly means nico and not matty but she’s not ready to spill that particular secret just yet. still, she tries to be as honest as possible.

“yes, i think i am. it’s very casual though, that’s all i want right now.”

“casual is good,” carly nods, “i also have some news though, perhaps not as casual…”

jules can see her chewing on her lip in anticipation, a little flush on her cheeks as carly takes a sip of her coffee.

“adam asked me to move in with him…”

jules bolts upright, almost upsetting the tower of toast. “what?! carly that’s amazing!”

her eyes sparkle and she grins so wide that jules can’t help but mimic it. “it is, isn’t it! but…”

“but?”

“well, you. i can’t leave you alone to pay rent on a two bedroom flat. that would be cruel!”

her eyes soften, and she extends her hand towards carly, holding onto it tight when carly places her hand in hers.

“you are a sweetheart, but i promise you, i can afford the rent for a few more months. and i can always look for a flatmate, remember?”

carly hesitates.

“i promiseee,” jules urges stronger. she knows how much carly likes adam, she knows how excited she is to move in with her boyfriend. it’s written all over her face really. “i’m not a child, MUM!”

carly snorts, but jules knows she’s not going to need more convincing.

still, they go back and forth some more, jules trying to convey that she is more than happy to be alone for a few months, that she’s looking forward to it, even. she’s never lived alone before. and yes, it makes her nervous, sure, but it also fills her up with excitement.

“when do you move?” jules asks.

“i was thinking…two weeks?”

once back in her room, jules checks her phone, frowning in disappointment. until now, she hasn’t really allowed herself to think about all of last night, but now she’s alone with her thoughts. and they won’t let her feel a moment of peace.

every time she thinks about matty she feels a familiar ache between her legs. she feels the flick of his tongue and the slight burn of his stubble. jules slides the fabric of her shorts aside and peeks at the still pink skin. she’s sure her cheeks match that shade.

she can’t believe she’s trusted max enough to let him convince her that it would be bad. that she’d effectively never asked him to go down on her in their three year long relationship. and now jules just feels stupid.

she has a sudden and strong urge to call him and yell at him but she’s not ready to open that can of worms yet. instead, she goes to facebook and looks matty up.

they don’t have each other’s numbers yet—they hadn’t gotten the time to do that last night, and he’d snuck out before she’d woken up. it stings a little but jules understands. it’s better that he’d snuck out before carly got home.

what will she say now that she’s found his facebook?

her fingers hover over the ‘send request’ button. what will she say after? love your tongue. big fan?! that’s fucking stupid. she almost backs out then, but she’s going to have to do it sooner or later.

so she clicks, looking away like the laptop is going to implode from this simple action. her heart leaps in her chest when, a minute later, she gets a notification. he’s accepted the requested. another second later, there’s a ping.

matty: stalker ;) matty: sorry i snuck out like that matty: did u have a good time tho?

well, he’s direct…

jules clears her throat and starts typing.

jules: you can say that ;) jules: sorry about looking you up like this, i didn’t have your number and… matty: u didn’t check ur nightstand?

jules sets the laptop aside, turning towards her nightstand. and there it is, clear as day and half-peeking out from under pancake the bear—a piece of paper. just as she reaches for it, her laptop pings again.

matty: nice bear btw

she giggles at the thought of half-naked matty finding pancake in some corner of the bed and having a little laugh. then she unfolds the paper and there it is, his number, scrawled down in uneven handwriting with the words ‘call me’ scribbled right underneath.

jules grabs her phone and dials the number. he picks up on the second ring.

“his name is pancake,” she speaks as soon as she hears the call connect.

“poor pancake,” matty tuts, his smile so clear in his voice, “he saw a lot of things last night.”

last night… jules flushes despite herself. she’s new to this, she doesn’t know how to act around a casual partner. all she knows is she wants to see him again… maybe return the favour.

“hi, jules,” matty says in a singsong voice, bringing her out of her thoughts.

“about last night,” she swallows nervously, “i had fun…”

“oh yeah?” jules strains her ears to figure out where he is but everything in the background is quiet. “should we…repeat last night then?”

she’s sounds a little too eager when she responds. “when?”

“you tell me.”

if it were up to jules, she’d call him over right now. she doesn’t remember feeling like this ever, so teeming with lust and like matty’s awakened something within her that she didn’t even know was there. jules twists a strand of her hair around her finger, wondering how soon would be considered too soon.

“tomorrow night?” she hedges, hoping it’s acceptable.

matty clicks his tongue. “shame. i was hoping for tonight.”

the fire in her stomach burns a little hotter. tonight. he was hoping for tonight.

“i thought…”

“you thought…?”

“i thought it would be too fast.” she feels a little shy admitting it to him. for a solid minute, there’s silence on the other side, so much so that she wonders if he’s hung up on her. then she hears a small exhale.

“i told you it’s not a relationship, jules. we don’t have to worry about speed.”

right. that’s right. he had told her that. she kicks herself for forgetting that and toys with a stray thread of her blanket.

“tonight would be nice,” she confesses, her voice suddenly all quivery and breathy. she hears matty’s shaky exhale too. “maybe i could return the favour.”

“what favour?” the interest in his voice is clear. she giggles.

“you’ll see.”

and then she hangs up the call, too flustered to keep on going. her body already feels like it’s on fire and jules starfishes on the bed, closing her eyes to think about last night, to think about matty in the darkness and his mouth making her see stars. how by the end of it, she’d barely been able to keep her eyes open.

tonight, it’s his turn to feel all that.

the entire day she spends vaguely distracted and in a dreamy haze. there’s a phantom feel of matty’s fingers on his body, lust simmering under her skin.

it’s when she showers before bed does she see the faint bruises he’s left behind, marking her with his fingers. jules blushes.

she doesn’t know when he’s coming—pretty late, she assumes. she wants to text him once or twice, but then again, she’s rather enjoying the anticipation of it. carly, mercifully retires to her room at 10, leaving jules twisting and turning in her bed, still fully clothed.

at 10:33, there’s a small clink on her window. she narrows her eyes at it, wondering if she hallucinated it.

a second later, another tiny clink comes. someone’s thrown a little rock at her window. oh my god! she dashes, leaning in so far out that she’s in danger of falling out.

“matty!” she hisses, half-impressed, half-concerned.

one look at him though, and her face breaks out into a smile. his curls are all over his forehead, practically in his eyes and matty’s in the clothes that she’s started to call his ‘uniform’—a pair of black skinny jeans with rips on the knees, and an old band t-shirt. usually one of the classics.

tonight, it’s a mazzy star one.

he gives her a crooked grin. “can i climb up?”

jules bunches her eyebrows in concern, wondering if the pipe he’s looking at is going to hold his weight. he slaps it once as if that’s enough to test its structural integrity.

this is bizarre! insane! he is insane. she could try to sneak him in, she’s like 50% sure it would work too. but there’s a small part of her brain that’s enjoying this thoroughly. her heart skips a beat when he slips about six steps up, only gripping onto her window frame at the very last second.

she lets go of the breath she’d been holding, giggling at him while he swings a foot over the frame, making it inside safely.

“hi,” she smiles, suddenly a little shy. matty gives it one second before he crashes his lips against hers. jules forgets the world.

she calls out his name in a half whisper and nudges him until his back is pressed to the wall. matty lets her manoeuvre him, mostly to satisfy his curiosity, she thinks. she can feel his smug little smirk.

he smells mouthwatering—like the night and cigarettes and maybe even a little weed. he feels so solid and hard against her. he holds her so close too. jules pulls back reluctantly to take off his t-shirt, fingers bunched up in the hem while she goes back in for another kiss.

“your turn today,” she whispers, trailing the kiss down to his jaw. matty jerks his head, a half nod, and moans out a yes. his pupils are dilated when he briefly opens his eyes to look at her, just it time for her to get the t-shirt off him and somewhere on the floor.

every touch of his fingers on her chest, stomach, neck leaves little jolts of current on her skin.

he slides the straps of her cami aside, trailing his fingers down her shoulders while jules is busy kissing the hollow of his throat. his skin feels cool, like he was outside for quite some time before showing up under her window.

under her window like some perverse iteration of romeo.

his hand trails down, bunching her shorts up enough so he can touch her properly. jules gasps.

“thought about you all day, darling,” he confesses, “thought about your mouth.”

jules is so lost in the feel of his touch that she doesn’t even bother correcting him. no darling, no pet names. with one last kiss, she kneels and matty shivers. the lust and anticipation is so clear on his face, in his pink, swollen, parted lips and the drooping of his eyelids.

she feels confident like she’s never felt before.

her hands ghost over the zipper, asking for permission. matty rests his hand on her head, fingers tangled between her wavy brown hair. it’s nowhere near tight enough to hurt but tight enough that jules knows how badly he wants it.

the room burns hot as she fumbles with his jeans, fingers shaking with excitement. she even looks up at him, making sure to stare at him through her eyelashes like she’s the portrait of innocence. matty swallows so hard she can see his throat bob.

“stop teasing, jules, you’ll kill me…” he sounds desperate, he sounds like he’s aching all over and heat pools in her belly. low current simmers under her skin.

“open your mouth,” he begs, “please.”

jules obeys like a good girl.

matty pulls himself out the second she’s done undoing his zipper. the size of him, the hardness that almost twitches under her fingertips makes her mouth go dry. there’s a tiny warning, his hand caressing her head, before jules feels the weight of his cock on her tongue, tastes the vaguely salty precum.

if this were ma–someone else, she would fake her moans and act like she’s having the best time in the world while trying to quickly get it over with.

with matty her moans are involuntary, almost like it’s him controlling her body even though one look at him and jules can tell he barely has control over himself. it’s clear from the way his hips buck, and he lets out one shaky breath after the other.

“don’t look at me like that,” his voice quivers, “fuck, jules—”

“should i look away then?” she teases, pulling back a smidge so she can speak.

“no!” his voice is firm, a little commanding too if she’s being honest. she wants to be touched so badly. she wants to be fucked so badly.

desperately, matty thrusts his hips and jules gags a little. his breath hitches and he’s almost about to apologise and hold back, she can feel it in her stomach, so she swirls her tongue over his slit. instantly, she is rewarded with the loudest moan she’s ever heard from him.

her head spins.

“use me,” she moans, scratching his hip with her nails. she tilts her head up again, stealing a glance at matty. and that’s what it takes for him to lose all restraint.

she gets a second to relax her throat before he's pulling out a bit and thrusting in, harder now, deeper too. he’s using her just like she asked. fucking her face just like she wants. tears run down her face, a bit of drool running down her chin too while she breathes through her nose and matches his pace.

jules hums and moans around him, relishing the way his whimpers and gasps have given way to soft praise.

“pretty, perfect girl,” he almost growls, “my pretty, perfect jules.”

her stomach flutters. she clenches around nothing, rubbing her thighs together and desperate for some friction.

she can tell he’s close by the way he's twitching inside her mouth. his hips move at a fast, erratic pace and matty’s so loud, jules wonders if carly can hear it. not that she cares… she’s never had a man so vocal. she’s never had someone groan and moan as loud as him. she feels smug pride—the kind that almost has her gloating internally.

she’s the one making him feel that way… no one else. it’s a possessive thought that has no business being rooted in her brain like that, and yet try as she might, jules can’t get it to leave.

so she just wraps her hand around his base, giving it a firm squeeze. it pushes him over the edge.

a moment later, she can feel her mouth being filled up with warm, salty liquid, can feel him struggling to stand on shaky legs. she tries to swallow it but she’s not a pro, some of it dribbles down her chin, mixing with the drool and the tears.

“pretty little mess,” matty coos when he opens his eyes and looks at her.

she grins at the praise. matty kneels in front of her, traces her lip that’s already sticky. traces its corners too. the skin under his fingers burns a little, perhaps from a stretch. but matty looks at her so much tenderness that her heart melts.

“was i too rough?” he sounds a little uncertain, jules clicks her tongue.

“you did what i wanted you to.”

“wanted me to use you?” he smirks, almost back to his usual flirty self. “didn’t know you had such twisted ambitions.”

neither did she, jules thinks. she never thought she would enjoy any of this as much as she did. she never thought she’d be the type of person to get into a friends with benefits arrangement. and yet here she is, kneeling on the floor with her knees all red and raw, cum on her chin and her hair a mess.

matty wrinkles his nose as he looks behind her. “poor pancake.”

she turns around too. the bear is exactly where it was before, turned just a little so it’s facing them. a beat passes and they burst into a fit of giggles.

“poor pancake,” she echoes, looking back at matty. “i guess he’ll just have to get used to this now.”

#✮⋆˙ - when i knock at a hundred and two #matty healy x oc #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #matty x oc #matty x reader #matty x you #102!matty

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homestylehughes · 9 months ago

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another blurb idea cause your girl is at loose ends rn lol

but luke is secretly seeing the new team photographer bc they’re both scared what would happen if management found out, etc. so one night jack is like “i’m going over to nico’s. don’t burn the house down”

immediately luke is texting her, telling her he’s got the place to himself and to come over. they’re enjoying their alone time. getting a bit more than comfortable on the couch… they’re so busy they don’t hear the door open until jack screams

“i thought you were going to nico’s?!”

“what?! that doesn’t matter!! you’re sleeping with the team photographer?!”

AHH MY FAVORITE forbidden love😵‍💫😵‍💫

luke has been going out with the teams for photographer y/n for around 8 months now. both of them wanting to keep it under wraps, fearful of what could happen if anyone found out. so they’ve been sneaking around everyones backs for almost a year now, not by choice. luke staying at her place once awhile and y/n coming to their place when jack wasn’t home.

so when jack told luke he’d be going to nico’s for the night, not sure when he’d be home, luke took it upon himself to invite y/n over, he hadn’t see her in a week he was starting to go crazy without her.

as soon as jack told him he’d be leaving, luke whips out his phone sending her a text, saying it’s good to come over that jack won’t be there. y/n reading the message instantly, went to get ready, quickly got into her car driving bro their place.

luke hears a knock at the door signaling that she’s there, opening the door right away he pull her into a kiss “i missed you so much” he says against her lips before walking her into the apartment. sitting down on the couch, quickly pulling her on top of him to rest in his lap.

once she’s in his lap hes quick to bring their lips back together in a heated kiss, y/n struggling to keep up with kiss. pulling away to catch a breath of air, staring at luke with a smile on her face.

“hi baby” y/n says running her hands through his hair, “hi” he responds bringing their faces close together again. their eyes full of love, locking their lips together again in a passionate kiss making up for lost time.

the make out continues to grow in tension and desperation, luke’s hands falling to her ass grabbing handfuls of it, pushing her further into his body causing her to moan into his mouth. the opening is large enough for luke to slide his tongue in her mouth as they began to fight for dominance.

luke and y/n are so into each other, that neither of them hear the front door open. jack walking in the house. his jaw immediately dropping when he sees luke making out with a girl on their couch, a girl that looks too familiar to him.

“LUKE!” jack yells from the door way, causing them to break apart, both sets of eyes widening as they see jack standing in front of him. y/n immediately dripping her head into luke’s neck shelding herself from jack hiding in embarrassment.

“i thought tou where going to nico’s for the night?” luke says his voice frantic

“i didn’t know you where sleeping with the team photographer” jack replies raising his hands up in the air before dropping them.

“she’s my girlfriend” luke replies

“WHAT?” jack says now making his way to one of the chairs in the living room taking a seat.

“tell me everything now” he says with a smile on his face.

OKAY OMG HOPEFULLY THAT WAS GOOD. I LOVED THIS IDEA!!! MWAH

#makayla answers🤭#blurbs🎀💐

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buoyantsaturn · 3 years ago

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for writing prompts!! the line “i wish you told me your mom was coming” or “stay here with me. for the rest of our lives.” which give very different vibes lol <3 but if you hate them no pressure!!

thank u for the prompt!! this came out so much longer than expected!!! 1.1k under the cut!!

Nico had been buzzing all day with the knowledge that he and Will had a movie date that evening. Will’s mom was going to pick them up from school and drop them off at the theater, since Will wouldn’t be able to get his license for another few months, and since there weren’t any busses that would get them where they needed to go.

They were going to see some space movie that Will loved, because the nearby theater was doing a special screening for some of the classics, so naturally Nico jumped at the chance to get them tickets. Personally, he didn’t care much to see the movie, but he was happy to see how excited Will had been, and he was looking forward to spending time with his boyfriend.

Most of all, now that he’d finally thought up the perfect way to do it, Nico was bursting at the seams to kiss Will for the first time. He knew it was a little cliche - the hand holding on the armrest, the yawn-and-stretch move, and most of all kissing in the back row of the theater - but these things were cliche for a reason, okay? It was all going to work out perfectly, because Nico refused to chicken out.

Until he realized that Naomi wasn’t dropping them off in the firelane outside the theater, but instead pulling into a parking spot. Then, she was walking them inside, flashing her own ticket to gain access to the concessions stand, and… Nico kind of wanted to cry.

He squeezed Will’s hand and tugged him closer, whispering in his ear, “I wish you told me your mom was coming.”

Will looked at him with confusion clear on his face in the furrow between his brows. “Why wouldn’t she? She loves Star Wars, almost as much as I do!”

Nico tried not to pout. “But… We’re on a date.”

“It’s fine,” Will assured him, “it’s not like she’s gonna sit with us. Maybe she’ll even buy us popcorn!”

Nico started to feel a little better once they got into the theater and Naomi picked a seat near the middle of the room, while Nico and Will kept climbing higher. Will propped the bag of popcorn on the armrest between them - bought by Naomi, which, okay, that helped Nico feel a little better, too - though Nico suddenly couldn’t think of anything other than his master plan. How was he supposed to hold Will’s hand on the armrest if there was a bag of popcorn there? How would he smoothly slide an arm around Will’s shoulders if Will wasn’t leaning in that direction? How was Nico going to draw Will’s attention away from the popcorn and the soda and his favorite movie long enough for Nico to kiss him?

Maybe he hadn’t thought this through as well as he’d thought.

As soon as the movie started, Nico turned into a nervous wreck. He couldn’t focus on a single thing - he had no idea what was happening in the movie, though he’d caught Will whispering some of the lines to himself at the same time as the actors spoke them on screen, which was just proof that Will had seen the movie too many times already. At some point, Nico was pretty sure Will had moved the bag of popcorn to the floor, because his hand wound up on the armrest. Nico’s eyes kept flickering down to it, though his nerves got the best of him, so he never reached out to take it. He did lean closer to Will, though, as if psyching himself up for the yawn-and-stretch move.

Then, Will’s arm slipped around his shoulders, and Nico almost jumped out of his seat. Did this mean that Will was on the same page? Was Will going to try to kiss him? Oh, now Nico’s nerves were through the roof. Why did he ever think he would be able to pull this off?

Nico tried to relax against Will’s shoulder, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to untense. He lifted his head a few times, trying to catch Will’s eyes so that he could pull the other into a kiss, but Will was always too enthralled by the movie. When the end credits started to roll, Nico felt himself sink into his seat in shame, having officially chickened out despite having the perfect opportunity. Or maybe it hadn’t been as perfect as it seemed.

As other moviegoers started to pack up to leave, Will sat up straighter and turned to Nico with a bright grin. “So? What did you think? Wasn’t it amazing? It’s so much better on such a big screen, it’s almost like you’re there, don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” Nico said nervously, “it was...great.”

“What was your favorite part?”

When you put your arm around me, Nico thought, but he knew he couldn’t say that, because that would be embarrassing, and would probably also cue Will into the fact that he hadn’t been paying any attention to what was happening on screen. He flushed with embarrassed horror as he watched Will’s eyes widen, and he realized that he had, in fact, said those words out loud.

“Oh,” Will said, a blush rising up on his own cheekbones. “Yeah, I...thought that was nice.”

“Me, too,” Nico replied, and ducked his head. He reached out for Will’s hand and held it on the armrest between them. “I also kind of wanted to hold your hand the whole time, and, um…” Would he have the courage to say it?

“Can I kiss you?” Will asked, and Nico’s head snapped up as Will beat him to the punch. “I, um-- I mean, is that too cheesy? Having a first kiss in a movie theater? If you’re not ready, we don’t have to, but. Um. I would...like to, if… If you wanna.”

Nico was nodding his head so fast he started to get dizzy.

“Okay,” Will whispered, and took a deep breath. Nico realized in that moment that Will was just as nervous as he was, which actually helped to calm him down.

Nico leaned in, squishing their noses together as their lips met, and he pulled away just as quick. He squeezed Will’s hand, though he had to look away, as if to hide the growing red coating his face.

When he finally chanced a look back at Will, he saw the other boy beaming back at him.

They held hands in the back seat of Naomi’s SUV for the entire drive to Nico’s parent’s house, both as red as tomatoes with matching smiles. When Naomi pulled into the driveway, Will insisted on walking Nico to the door, where he kissed Nico just as quickly as before, though there was a distinct lack of nose squishing, so it was so much better than before.

Nico couldn’t wait for the next kiss.

#no more prompts please!#ask #marble #marbleheavier #solangelo #will solace #nico di angelo #my writing #i can put this on ao3 too if anybody requests it but i wont do it on my own alkdfj #if u want it on ao3 u better supply the title for it for me as well #also not proof read one bit <3 deal with it <3 #just 15yo mortal boys being horribly awkward #as it should be <3

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solbabies · 5 years ago

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CSI But Make It PJO

While writing this I remembered that Will is from Texas so I tried to incorporate some generic southern twang but IDK! Enjoy!

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Will lifted the thumbprint off of the broken shard of glass, holding the tape under the light to make sure the transfer stuck. Laying in onto the tracing sheet, he ran his finger over it to secure it in place.

“Anything interesting?” Jackson asked from the doorway, his badge catching the strong fluorescent lights overhead.

“Nothin’ anyone’s gonna to write a book about,” Will joked, peeling away his rubber gloves and tossing them into the trash, next to the work bench. “What can I do for you, detective?”

“I came to see if you started on my case yet?” He wore a brilliant smile that only served to charm the forensic scientist and convey how desperately he needed his evidence processed.

“Which is that again?” Will asked, sliding his chair to the stack of boxes piling up in the workspace.

“Beckendorf. C,” Percy told him with a somber note to his voice. Will raised his brow at the infliction, but didn’t press. Muttering the last name to himself, Will moved alphabetically past the As to the Bs.

“Here it is,” Will announced tapping an unopened box from Major Crimes. “I haven’t gotten to it yet, I’ve had a shortage of hands and too many cases to get through.”

“Is there any chance you can bump it up your ‘to do’ list?” Will hummed, slicing through the seal on the box and removing the case file. Looking through it, he shook his head.

“Even if I could, I wouldn’t be able to finish the report. The autopsy hasn’t come through, which means the shrapnel from the… explosion, is it?” Percy nodded. “The explosion hasn’t been removed and sent over yet.”

“Great,” Jackson sighed, running his hand through his hair, sweeping it out of his face. “Do you know what morgue he was sent to?” Will pushed his chair over to his computer, typing in the case number into his system.

“The one downstairs, actually,” Will mused. Bodies got sent anywhere and everywhere depending on the day; Percy was lucky the body wasn’t sent to the Bronx or Jersey.

“Great! So you can go and get that report fast tracked then!” the detective cheered, tapping his hand on the doorframe. Will leaned back in his seat.

“I’d love to, Jackson, but that ain’t happenin’.”

“Come on, di Angelo hates me. He will literally move it further down his list to piss me off.”

“What’s so important about this case? You know we can’t just magically move cases around at the beck and call of the precinct.” Percy shifted from foot to foot, a serious look overcoming his usually positive attitude.

“I have a personal stake in this case and I’d like to solve it as soon as possible.” Will bit his lip, watching his friend beg him for help.

“This is an abuse of power,” Will groaned, standing up and snatching the casefile as he rose. “I can get in serious trouble for this, Percy.”

“I love you so much, Will,” the detective said with a smile curling on his lips.

Will scrunched his nose up as the elevator door dinged open, flooding him with cool air and the anticipated unsettling smell of the mortuary. He hadn’t gone completely numb to the smell but it had lost its edge.

“Hey,” Will announced his presence as he walked into the office. Luckily di Angelo hadn’t been cutting into a cadaver at the moment but rather searching through files in the small room near the back. Nico turned around at the sound of Will’s voice, a surprised but content expression settled on his features.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Will shrugged walking over to perch himself on the desk.

“Visitin’.” Nico’s skepticism came in the form of a huff and a side eye as he continued to rummage.

“You wouldn’t happen to have any ulterior motives?” Will tucked the file behind his back, playfully hiding it from the other’s sight.

“Absolutely not, sugar.” Nico made a face at the endearment, the southern nicknames always worked best to make him blush.

“Sure,” Nico said, shutting the drawer and allowing Will to pull him by his hand into the other’s arms.

“Can’t I just miss you?” Will asked innocently, before kissing Nico sweetly. While the kiss was meant to distract his husband, in the moment, Nico managed to steal the file out of Will’s hand instead. “Cheater.”

“Hate the game,” Nico countered with a laugh. He opened the file, skimming over the contents of it before handing it back to Will. “Yeah, this is Jackson’s case. It’s like…” Nico looked up at the ceiling as he counted in his head. “Like number eight on my list right now, what about it?”

“Is there any way you could bump it up?” Nico tipped his head to the side, his arms crossing in front of his chest.

“So Jackson is using you against me? Low.”

“It’s important to him, Ni.” Nico rolled his eyes.

“So are all the other cases I have going on. I have so many bodies piling up in here it’s practically like the underworld.”

“Does that make you… Charon?”

“I see myself more as Hades, thank you very much,” Nico corrected him. Will looked at him with big eyes, hoping to use love to his advantage. Nico glared at him, his straight face not budging under the pressure of Will’s look.

“Please, sweetheart?” Nico held his stare for a few more moments before sighing.

“I’ll bump him to five.”

“Three.”

“Four, and that’s it.” Will smiled at him, slipping off the desk and landing his feet back on the floor.

“Thank you,” he said, kissing him again.

“Only for you, sunshine.”

__________

“I got it bumped to number four,” Will told Percy over the phone once he had arrived back at his office.

“You’re magical, Solace,” he praised, thankingly. Will gave him a light laugh, rolling his eyes although he knew the detective couldn’t see him.

“Yeah, yeah, but Nico wants you to know that if you, and I quote, ‘ever use my husband against me to complete your own agenda, you will find yourself visitin’ my morgue in a bodybag’.”

“Lovely,” Jackson noted. “Understood. Thanks, again.”

“This is where most people would say ‘anytime’ but this is never happening again.”

“Nice talking to you too, Will. I swear, di Angelo is rubbing off on you. You’re sounding like him more and more each day.”

“Goodbye, detective.” Will hung up but not without a shake of his head as he did.

#solangelo #solangelofic #solangelo oneshot #percy jackson #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #PJO #pjo au #pjo fanfic #The Heroes of Olympus #Heroes of Olympus #hoo fanfiction #Will solace #Nico di Angelo #csi au #police au #detective au

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writingpaperghost · 3 years ago

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There is a Me Who Can Become Strong (Chapter 17)

Chapter 17: A Non-Standard BURGSTER?!

It's Emu's day off, but Yuko finds someone strange.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32857183/chapters/83823709

Today, Emu was given the day off. Mostly because, according to Poppy, he was “too stressed” and “needed rest after everything with Yuko and revealing himself”. Also because Saki had a full day of surgeries today and wouldn’t be able to supervise him. So barring any Bugster related emergencies, he had the day off.

He’d allowed himself to indulge in a day of just being himself and not being Emu, so he wasn’t even in his Emu disguise, which was odd given he didn’t often do that. He’d gotten so used to both looking and acting like Emu, so it was still weird when he wasn’t. Acting like Emu sometimes fell away, when he just couldn’t keep up the personality, but even then, he still kept up his appearance. Admittedly, his outfit might draw some attention, but for the most part he figured he’d be fine.

Normally, when Emu took the day off, he just stayed inside, since people were, well, hard. But not today! Today he was being adventurous. Today, he was at a park. He was still playing video games, obviously, but now he was doing it outside. Which is pretty different from what he’d normally do.

Of course, Emu was never quite so lucky to have a boring day stay boring. And then Yuko arrived.

---

Yuko was idly munching on her burger and fries, not that she was a big fan of burgers. But she was settled at a restaurant today, her laptop opened. She was mostly focusing on typing away on her keyboard, occasionally taking a bite of burger or fries.

At least, she was, until she finds her burger mysteriously missing. The culprit of which she was easily able to find, only because he was large and burger shaped, though a scarf attempted to hide such a thing. She quickly deduced he was probably a Bugster, but why was he stealing burgers? Jumping up from her seat, Yuko grabs her laptop and chases after him.

“Hey!” She called, prompting the burger to run away, “Come back here!” This probably had the opposite of the intended effect, but Yuko was pretty good at running.

Eventually, she catches up with the burger shaped burger thief, who had found a man, who was clearly worrying over the burger Bugster. Concerned, the man said, “Burgermon, you have to be careful…”

“I’m sorry, Tsukuru,” The burger Bugster, Burgermon, responded, “I just wanted some burger, burg.”

Slowing down, Yuko watches the two for a moment, before speaking up, “So a burger Bugster who likes burgers?” This causes the two, Tsukuru and Burgermon, to turn their attention to her, “You could have just, like, asked. I don’t even eat burgers all that much.”

Tsukuru quickly apologized, “I’m sorry he stole your burger,” An act that Yuko didn’t’ think was necessary, given she wasn’t really all that mad. “Don’t tell anyone about Burgermon! I don’t want them to hurt him!”

One thing that was quickly becoming clear about Burgermon, was that he wasn’t like normal Bugsters. At this point, a regular Bugster would definitely have tried to do something to really stress out their host. Not to mention, what game is a burger Bugster even from?

Compared to other Bugsters – and Yuko knew that she had a small pool of reference to pull from – Burgermon was hardly dangerous. Yuko blinked, “I’m going to assume you’re the one who’s infected. But… why are you so fond of him? He could cause you to die.”

At that, Burgermon shrinked closer to Tsukuru, nearly trying to hide behind him. Tsukuru just seemed sad, “I know, but he’s… He’s not violent like other Bugsters. Burgermon just wants burgers.”

“Clearly,” Yuko laughs, “But… I still think you should go to the CR about this. They might be able to figure out a way to cure you without having to… kill Burgermon.” Given they had both Poppy and more importantly Emu on their team, it was almost certain they’d want to figure out how to cure Tsukuru peacefully.

Still, Tsukuru seemed hesitant, so Yuko tries again, “Really, they’re all weirdly nice there,” Then, what she really hopes will convince them, the reason she herself was convinced, “Besides, there’s twoBugsters working at the CR, I’m sure they’d all love to let there be another Bugster who can live peacefully with humans. They only fight Bugsters because the ones they fight don’t give them a choice.”

Tsukuru looks at Burgermon for a moment, then back at Yuko, “Okay,” He answers hesitantly.

So Yuko leads the two with her back to the CR, seeing no reason in calling in and making a fuss. Along the way, she talks with Tsukuru and Burgermon, finding that Burgermon was really a polite boy and the two almost seemed like father and son. Which was sweet, really, and made Yuko hope even more that the CR would be able to find a solution to this dilemma.

It was along the way to the CR, that she sees Emu, not at all disguised as Emu and instead in his proper appearance. He was sitting on a bench in the park playing a game on his Gemnboy – Mighty Action X, she determines when she comes close enough to hear the sounds.

“Hey, Emu!” At her call, Emu startles, then looks up, visibly confused.

After a moment, he sighs and asks, “Yuko, why is there a giant burger behind you?” At that question, Burgermon shrinks behind Tsukuru once more.

“He’s a Bugster,” She answered, “His name is Burgermon.”

---

Emu joins Yuko on her journey to bring Tsukuru and Burgermon to the CR, once more in his Emu appearance. Not that the journey lasted much longer, since they were dramatically interrupted by the arrival of none other than Kuroto Dan.

“Para-DX,” He called, pointing at Emu, “I will destroy your illegal game!”

Tsukuru blinked and quietly asked, “Is that…?”

“He’s gone a bit crazy in six years, I think,” Yuko answers.

Yet it’s Emu himself who disrupts Kuroto’s plan. Not by resisting, though, but by sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. “Um, about that…” He pulls out only Mighty Action X, “I… left my other Gashats at home.”

“What?!” Yuko gasped, grabbing Emu’s arm, “Seriously?”

Hurriedly, he tugs his arm away, “Yes!”

Kuroto pauses in thought for a moment, “Well I have another bootleg to get rid of,” Then he turns his sights to Burgermon, “He too comes from an illegal game.”

Yuko whips her head to look at him and glares, “I swear, if try to harm a crumb on Burgermon’s body I will murder you with my own two hands!” She attempts to run at him, but Emu grabs her and holds her back.

“Yuko, no! That’s a bad idea!” Despite his protests, Yuko continued to struggle, but was unable to break free.

Finally, Yuko calmed down, right in time for Kuroto to pull out his Buggle Driver and the Dangerous Zombie Gashat. In turn, Emu pulls out the Mighty Action X Gashat.

Dangerous Zombie!

Mighty Action X!

Buggle Up! Danger! Danger! (Genocide!) Death the crisis! Dangerous Zombie!

Level up! Mighty jump! Mighty kick! Mighty-Mighty Action X!

Gemn lunges towards Burgermon, but Emu intercepts, slashing at him with his axe. It does little to phase Gemn, though. The best he can really do is block Gemn’s attacks, which was better than nothing, but certainly not ideal.

Bang Bang Critical Strike!

A shot hits Gemn, knocking him back as Nico slides on scene, “Not getting in too far over your head, are you M?”

As the two begin to fight Gemn, both mostly blocking his attacks, behind them, Tsukuru perks up. “I know,” He said, pulling something out of his pocket, “One of them could use this.”

It was a Gashat, yellow and red, with it’s label declaring it the Ju Ju Burger Gashat. Yuko’s never heard of the game, though she isn’t really one who’s terribly knowledgeable about games. Still, she grabs it and catches Emu’s attention.

“Hey, Emu!” At her words, Emu turns to face her and she throws the Gashat. “Tsukuru said to use it.”

Emu nods and activates the Gashat.

Ju Ju Burger!

Bur~ger~ (Ju Ju) Bur~ger~ (Ju Ju) Ju Ju Burger!

The first thing Emu realizes is that he has roller skates. The next thing he realizes is that he has mustard and ketchup bottles on his arms. Thankfully, Emu wasn’t as clumsy as the real Emu was and was actually able to use roller skates.

“I’ll make burgers with no continues!”

The usage of this Gashat only seemed to piss off Gemn more, “You dare to use a bootleg Gashat? Against me?”

Nico shoots him, “Shut up, Gemn,” She groans, “No one wants to hear you gripe about illegal games or whatever.”

The two were able better keep Gemn back, but even then, were still clearly struggling. Ju Ju Burger helped, but it still wasn’t quite enough to really stop Gemn. Ju Ju Burger was only Level 4, which was definitely better than Level 2 like Emu’d been using, but Nico was still only using Level 2…

Finally, Gemn huffed, “Fine, the illegal games survive this time,” His voice is cold, “But it won’t next time.”

---

When they return to the CR, their able to ask Tsukuru more about who he was and what had caused Burgermon. He worked at Gemn Corp. and had been infected somehow when working on Ju Ju Burger, causing Burgermon to appear. He then made the Ju Ju Burger Gashat, hoping that it could help the CR if they ever found out about Burgermon.

Yuko was right that Burgermon was more or less harmless and it was clear that the source Tsukuru’s stress was if something happened to Burgermon. So they were in a bit of a complicated position.

Not too long after they got to the CR, Saki arrived and stared right at Emu, “You’re supposed to have the day off,”

“Yuko found us a patient,” Emu explains, “But it’s a bit complicated.”

“Burgermon is a nice Bugster,” Yuko frowns, “And hurting him will stress Tsukuru.”

Nico groans, “But if Tsukuru gets too stressed, whether from Burgermon being in danger or otherwise, we’ve also got a problem,” She stretches, “We can’t not do something, but we also can’t fight Burgermon.”

Adding on, Emu sighs, “And Kuroto seems really annoyed about both Burgermon’s and the Ju Ju Burger Gashat’s existence,” He shakes his head, “He’s already targeted him once.”

Saki takes in their words, the sounds of Poppy and Burgermon making burgers in her cabinet in the background. No one wanted to fight Burgermon, let alone kill him, but they weren’t sure how to cure Tsukuru otherwise.

---

“Ju Ju Burger, you said?” Mu was perched on the couch, staring at Kuroto, “Like the one that Mr. Tsukuru’s always wanted to continue? The one that’s practically his baby?”

Kuroto huffed, “Yes, Mu, that Ju Ju Burger,”

Who would be able to get infected by a game that wasn’t even finished? The only one who even kept working on that game was… “Is the one infected Mr. Tsukuru?”

“Hm?” Kuroto had already turned his attention back to his computer, the other double Gashat with a knob and Taddle Quest hooked up to it. “Oh, yes, I believe so.”

Mu stared for a moment, “I hope they cure him,” He said quietly. He liked Mr. Tsukuru, he was nice and often would talk to Mu about what he was working on. Mu hadn’t had a chance to talk to him in a while, having not been at Gemn Corp as much since Christmas. Masamune didn’t want to risk another run-in like the one he’d had with Lazer. “So what are you working on now?”

Curling his lips into a smile, Kuroto answers, “I’m upgrading Taddle Quest, of course. It’ll be stronger, like your Gashat.”

Furrowing his brows, Mu just nods, “Okay,”

---

When Emu comes into the CR the next day, he’s startled by Poppy immediately popping into his face, “Burgermon’s missing!”

“What?”

How could Burgermon have gone missing? It would be really hard to lose a whole burger Bugster. Still, Poppy’s worry makes it clear that Burgermon has, in fact, disappeared on her.

As the two rush up the stairs, hoping to find some kind of clue hiding somewhere. The clue was rather obvious, though, given the pickles placed carefully on a tray, with letters written in ketchup.

Saki began to walk up the stairs with Director Kagami at her side, when Poppy declares, “It’s a message in pickles!”

Blinking, Saki asked, “A… message? In pickles…?”

Emu quickly explained, “Burgermon’s disappeared, but it looks like he left a message.”

Poppy reads the message, “I’ve gone to go make Tsukuru better, burg.”

“Make him better?” Emu echoes, “How does he think he’ll do that?”

“I don’t know,” Saki shakes her head, “But we need to find him.”

They find him in a park, dramatically declaring, “If you don’t get away from me, they’ll be ketchup! I mean blood!” It certainly prompted people to run away. Except for Nico and Yuko, who had already been there.

Yuko was practically pulling at Burgermon’s arm, “Come on, Burgermon! Think of how sad Tsukuru will be if something happens to you!” Nico just watches, transformed, but clearly unsure what to do.

“She’s right, Burgermon,” Tsukuru pleaded, “Don’t do this!”

Burgermon just shakes his head, “No, I was actually evil all along, burg!”

Emu didn’t believe that, “Even if you are a villain, there are other roles you can play than being defeated.”

“Remember Burgermon,” Poppy began, “Your game is about making you happy, not hurting other people!”

He doesn’t say anything in response, instead, he launches an attack of various burger toppings. Emu transforms using Ju Ju Burger, and shoots at the toppings with the mustard and ketchup cannons on his arms. Nico just watches, letting Emu do whatever it is he has planned.

As the parts came together, a burger lands in Burgermon’s hand.

Game Clear!

“That means you’re cured, Tsukuru!” Poppy cheered, though it was quickly cut off by slow, ominous clapping.

“Quite a show,” Kuroto said, “I like your little words of encouragement.” He halts his clapping. This time, he’s joined by Ex-Aid.

Tsukuru looks at Ex-Aid and gasps, “Mu? What are you doing with him?” Emu paused at that. Mu? Like Masamune’s assistant? The one that was dead? Or at least, they thought he was dead.

Ex-Aid, rather, Mu, startles and looks at him, “Oh, Mr. Tsukuru…” he mumbled, then tugs at Kuroto’s sleeve, “Kuroto, why are we still here? Mr. Tsukuru’s been cured?”

Kuroto just smiled, “I have a bootleg game to destroy,”

Mu clearly frowned, “Ju Ju Burger? Or do you mean…?” Then he gasped, “Kuroto! You can’t kill Burgermon! He’s harmless!”

“He’s from an illegal game, Mu,” Kuroto says, “I can’t just have those running around.”

“Are you serious?” Mu huffed, “Mr. Tsukuru works at Gemn Corp, what more could you ask for?”

Kuroto ignores him and takes out the Dangerous Zombie Gashat. Nico quickly grabs Jet Combat, finally leveling up. Nico and Emu quickly run to stop Kuroto’s attacks. Mu doesn’t transform, instead watching for a moment as Kuroto, Nico, and Emu fight. Finally, he walks over to where Poppy, Saki, Tsukuru, and Burgermon stand.

Saki and Poppy place themselves between Mu and Tsukuru and Burgermon. With an almost hurt expression, Mu says emotionlessly, “I’m sorry,” He’s looking at both Burgermon and Tsukuru, ignoring Poppy and Saki. “Kuroto’s made up his mind. I’m not sure anyone can stop him now.”

Tsukuru gently pushes past Saki and Poppy, “Why do you work with him, Mu?”

Mu looks away, “When I found out you were infected, I was so worried. Now you’re cured and it’s clear that Burgermon is important to you but…” He had a pained expression, “I’m sorry, I just. I have to complete the game, so these sort of things don’t happen again. Alright? I’m sorry, but this is something I need to do. You’ll understand soon, I’m just… Not allowed to talk much about it.”

Quietly, Poppy asked, “Not allowed by who? Kuroto?”

“You’ll find out soon, when the game is completed, I’m sure,” He looks a bit… worried, though it’s unclear why. Then he reaches into his pocket, hesitating for a moment. Saki and Poppy were clearly put on edge by that action. He pulled out his Gamer Driver and two Gashats, the Proto Mighty Action X and Proto Drago Knight Hunter Z Gashat. He turns to face towards where Nico and Emu were still fighting Kuroto, struggling to keep up.

Mighty Action X!

Drago Knight Hunter Z!

Do-Do-Drago Kni-Kni-Kni-Knight! Dra! Dra! Drago Knight Hunter! Z!

Saki, Poppy, Tsukuru, and Burgermon watch for a moment, as Mu just stares at the fight. As Gemn knocks Emu and Nico down, the Ju Ju Burger Gashat clattering to the ground, Mu runs up to Kuroto.

“Come on, Kuroto! Stop it! This is unnecessary.” Emu can’t help but think that Mu sounded familiar. He’s thought that a few times before, but he wasn’t sure why.

“Why are you so insistent in sparing that bootleg Bugster?”

“Because he hasn’t done anything wrong! Because I don’t want to see Tsukuru hurt! Because your reasoning is stupid!” Mu continues to tug at Kuroto’s arm.

Kuroto shakes him off and turns his attention towards Burgermon and Tsukuru, and by proxy, Poppy and Nico.

Critical Dead!

Mu gasped and lunges forward, using Hunter Gamer’s tail to knock Saki and Poppy away. Annoyingly, Tsukuru and Burgermon were just a little too far. Yet before the Critical Dead could reach them, Burgermon rushes forward and takes the hit entirely.

Stalking over to where Emu was, Kuroto picks up the Ju Ju Burger Gashat. “Come on, Ex-Aid, we’re done here.”

Mu just stares as Kuroto walked off. Stunned, he removed the two Gashats from his Gamer Driver. He stands there, for a moment, before glancing back and Tsukuru and quietly repeating, “I’m sorry,” Then runs off after Kuroto.

---

Back at their hideout, Mu just sits on the couch, his arms crossed as he glared at Kuroto. He doesn’t say anything, just glare. Kuroto types at his computer for a moment, then sighs. Standing up, he walks over to the couch and hands Mu the Ju Ju Burger Gashat.

“What?”

“Take it,” Kuroto held it closer, “It won’t do me any good. I don’t care what you do with it.”

“But… why?” Mu couldn’t understand. Mu couldn’t understand a lot recently.

Kuroto just shakes his head, “Burgermon had to be gotten rid of, but the Gashat doesn’t really matter,” He walks back over to his desk. “Now I’m going to figure out what’s wrong with your Gashat.”

---

Mu wasn’t supposed to be at Gemn Corp right now, he knew he wasn’t, but he just. He had something he needed to do. He still felt bad about what had happened earlier.

He peeks into the office that Tsukuru worked in, seeing an nearly empty room, save for Tsukuru who quietly and slowly typed at his keyboard.

“Um, Mr. Tsukuru?” He called out, watching as Tsukuru looked up at him, “Um… I know you probably don’t… want to see me. But, um, I have something for you.”

Reaching into his pocket, Mu enters the room and holds out the Ju Ju Burger Gashat, keeping a distance as he hands it to Tsukuru. Tsukuru takes it, giving him a confused look. “Why?” He asked.

“We don’t need it,” Mu answered, “It’s not important for the game, so I think you should have it.”

Tsukuru looked at the Gashat, then back at Mu, “I see, thank you.”

Wasting no time in leaving, Mu quickly returns to his and Kuroto’s hideout, not wanting anyone else to see that he’d been at Gemn Corp. When he gets back, he can hear Kuroto talking, “Yes,” He sighed, “I understand.” He must have been on the phone.

As Mu quietly enters the room, it becomes clear that Kuroto had just finished his phone call. Immediately, Mu can tell that something’s wrong.

“Is something wrong?” Mu asked, catching Kuroto’s attention.

Kuroto shakes his head, “No, no, I’m fine,” though it’s not entirely convincing, Mu doesn’t ask farther.

It’s really not his business.

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zer0pm · 6 years ago

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Imagine V’s book getting damaged beyond repair after a battle. You, driven by your secret affection for him, mend it good as new.

Based on @pop-vicky-love’s wonderful ask (thanks again Victoria :D):

The trailer comes to a sudden halt. And by halt, you mean crash landing as it comes busting in through several floors of an abandoned building before hitting solid ground. When you recovered, you glanced out the window to see V already waiting by the payphone he must have used to contact you. Nico greeted the tattooed man as he entered the vehicle.

Nico: “Help has arrived. Got any cash?”

V simply nodded to her before reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a pouch that jingled with what you assume to be a generous amount of red orbs. He tosses it at the weaponsmith who catches it eagerly before zipping on over to her workstation. Already you were hearing drills and tinkering going off in there as you sat at the little table in between the juke box and the driver seat. You, on the other hand, were working on your next project.

V: “What are you working on?”

The man took a seat across from you, he spares a glance over at your work before meeting your eyes in greeting. You quickly bow your head low when you saw his green eyes, a slight blush forming at your cheeks. You were always nervous around the man. Not because he frightened you, but because...well, you were attracted to him. Yet unlike the the rest of the Devil May Cry crew who were all rather upfront with whatever thoughts come to mind, you were rather shy. You didn’t speak much to the others unless needed to and with V, you were a nervous wreck. It got better as time went on. Luckily so far with as long as you’ve gotten to know him, he doesn’t seem to have noticed or at least has not called you out whenever you stumbled over your words or refused to make long eye contact with him. It brought you much relief, really, as it allowed you to secretly relish in being in his presence despite the pounding in your heart at being so physically close to him.

You: “You’re gonna think it’s silly.”

V: “Silly? Why do you say that?”

You: “W-Well...”

You lift your hand to reveal the tool you held. It looked like a makeshift fine-tipped pen. The man eyes it curiously then watches you as you carefully pull out another object from beneath the table. At the sight of it, his eyes widened, a complete contrast to his resting stoic expression.

It was V’s book, his hard-covered collection of poems that he’s so fond of. It was usually found on his person but...

V: “I had thought it was beyond saving in my battle against the Geryon Knight. Torn to shreds before my very eyes.”

You: “Yeah... I found the pieces while helping Nico and Lady clear the roads. I saved what I could, but much of it I remade. Just about finishing up the last details.”

With the tool, you etched onto the hard cover to bring out the newly fine design on the book. Carefully blowing aside the excess, you lift it and was satisfied. It looked exactly the same as before only good as new and offered it to V. You can only hope that it lived to his standards, nervous to see his reaction to what you did to the inside.

He carefully takes the book from your hands, cracking it open and listening to the satisfying break of the spine and the turn of the pages. It sounded new. The man worked through some of the pieces, familiarizing himself with the words. His eyes linger on a few pages here and there.

V: “These illustrations, I do not recall some of them.”

You: “O-Oh! Yeah. I saw that some of the poems have them and thought others might too. So I tried to... I-I’m sorry. I can fix that!”

Believing you may have offended the man, you try to mend your “mistake”. At the sight of you trying to retrieve his book, he pulls it out of your reach.

V: “No need. This is better. I had no idea that you were an artist of other trades and an admirer of Blake as well. The style is almost exact to the original. Impressive.”

You: “You think so?”

V: “Yes. Even the penmanship can be mistaken for the print. It is like I have never lost it.”

You did not miss the way his eyes glazed over in appreciation of your work and your heart nearly skipped a beat when he looked up from the pages to meet your eyes.

V: “With this, you have proven to me that what is ripped apart can be mended together again. And become greater than they were before.”

There was a spark in his eyes when he said this and it was a moment where you wished you knew exactly what was on his mind. Still, you would dare to say that V looked...hopeful. For what, you were not sure but you felt elation that he was pleased with your work.

V: “What compelled you to do this for me? I do not believe I have done anything that would merit your kindness.”

At this, you looked down at your folded hands on your lap. You were not sure how to answer this and didn’t want to sound like a fool.

You: “I just...thought it would be a n-nice gesture. E-Everyone seems so wary of you sometimes but I...I-I...”

V: “You...?”

You: “I think you’re a good person, V. The others might not see it, but throughout this whole mission, you’ve done nothing but look out for us. You saved Nico and me once in one of her famous entrances.”

The man chuckles at the memory and your heart skipped a beat at the wonderful sound.

You: “You’re really caring. In your own way. So...”

Your eyes sneak over at the book in his hands.

You: “I wanted to show that I care too...”

Embarrassment was burning at your cheeks, the instinct to hide was so strong within you. You couldn’t believe that you admitted to something so cheesy, but it was the words that came straight from the heart that climbed to your mind and surfaced to your lips. There was a growing panic within you when you realized that it had gone quiet between you two and was terrified that your words may have spooked him. Perhaps he thought you were being a delusional creep. An apology was at the edge of your tongue when your hear a low hum purr in his throat.

V: “Do I care? I’ve never asked myself this question before.”

He places the book down on the table, keeping his palm flat on the cover. The ends of his lips tug into a soft smile on his handsome face. His forest green gaze slowly sliding over all the features of your face before locking onto your eyes.

V: “But now... I believe I’ve found my answer.”

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lonelypond · 5 years ago

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Surprise PARTAY!!! In The (Idol) House

Nico Maki, Love Live, 4K, 1/1

SUMMARY: Everyone has a plan for Nishikino Maki's birthday. Which one is the winner?

SURPRISE PARTAY!!! IN THE IDOL HOUSE

TWO NIGHTS BEFORE NISHIKINO MAKI'S BIRTHDAY

Hoshizora Rin flumped, hanging her upper torso down off the bed she and Koizumi Hanayo were sharing to watch the latest installment of Idol House.

“ ‘S weird, Kayo-chin, we were talking about all this with Maki two weeks ago and now it’s on TV.” Rin did an ab curl.

“Having only a two week delay is HUGE." Hanayo's eyes gleamed behind her glasses. She loved talking Idol House. "Nico worked so hard for the initial set up, to make everything go smoothly. She originally pushed for one week, but there was no way editing and song rights could have happened.”

Rin giggled. “It’s like Maki’s in soooper slow motion.”

Rin bounced a leg impatiently, Hanayo leaned down to pull her up, “Come on, it’s coming back. Maybe we’ll see Maki.”

But no, they cut to a conversation in one of the three girl’s bedroom, Kawano Aki talking to Bokeh Blossom guitarist Harada Mai, who had switched rooms with Yazawa Nico after Kawano confessed her crush on Muse’s tiny tempest.

Aki was lying prone in the bottom bunk, dressed in sweats, her arms wrapped around her favorite huge purple plushie. Fluffy bathrobe pulled around her, Mai was sipping from a mug of herbal tea in the padded, circular seat catercorner to the bunks.

“They fight all the time, Mai-chan. Maki-chan…”

“Maki-chan?” RIn and Mai spoke at the same time, Rin sitting up, suspicious.

Aki shrugged and blushed, “She is awfully cute. And it’s no wonder she’s grumpy. Nico leaves her down in the recording studio alone for half the night. Just yesterday, I heard Nico shouting at Maki-chan that she needed to put a better effort into Shizu-chan’s new song. And why is Shizu-chan getting Muse’s composer to work on her solo?”

Mai shook her head, “Maybe she didn’t tell Japan about her crush on the composer’s fiancee?”

AKi frowned, “Shizu-chan has a crush on Nico? Well, Nico’s being so nice to her…”

“No, Aki-san, I meant you.” Mai quietly correcting.

Aki shook herself, disgruntled, pounded the plushie a little, and shifted so she was sitting cross legged on the bed, “Well, I don’t think Nico’s so nice anymore. Maki’s probably used to being fussed over and instead of fancy takeout or bentos, Nico just leaves these...dented soup thermoses full of curry or something and disappears. Maki-chan’s probably used to expensive restaurants. Her parents own a hospital, they're super rich, it’s why they didn’t want her on the show.”

“Really?” Mai seemed surprised.

“Yeah, I looked her up on a Muse fansite.”

Hanayo and Rin held hands for comfort, “Maki’s not going to like this.”

“Nico’s going to hate this.” Hanayo sighed.

“The site said Maki-chan’s birthday’s coming up. I think we should throw her a party.” Aki put the plushie aside, “Shizu-chan suggested it because Maki’s been so helpful.”

“Nope.” Rin shouted, waving a fist at the screen. “You’re lying, Aki-san.”

Mai took another sip. “That could be fun. Have you talked to Nico?”

Aki pouted. “She’s too busy. She’s got that sakura shoot in Kyoto.”

“I bet Nico has already made plans.”

“From what I heard it didn’t sound like it.” Aki slid closer, whispering.

“What did you hear?” Mai put her mug down and leaned forward.

TWO WEEKS AGO

Maki was sitting behind her keyboards, headphones on, eyes closed as she concentrated. Nico paused in the door for a moment, jacket over her arm, to enjoy the sight of Maki totally absorbed in music, luxurious eyelashes fluttering, luscious lips mouthing lyrics. Nico missed that voice, she was sorry she didn’t have more time to spend here with Maki working on music, but if Nico was going to really launch her solo careeer in two and half months, she had a lot of miles and hours to put in. Plus, Maki was so relaxed here, in the recording studio, with the best equipment, able to move more than she had cramped up in her room with a laptop and midi synth, hiding her habits from her parents. After a few minutes, and Maki's luscious lips mouthing lyrics Nico didn't know, Nico couldn’t watch anymore, and just decided it was time to slide her arms around her talented, gorgeous, spaced out fiancée. But Nico had forgotten just how spaced out Maki could get when she was working out a problem, so when Nico’s hands slid over Maki’s, Maki screamed and jumped, Nico reflexively holding onto the chair so Maki didn’t tilt onto the floor.

“Nico-chan?!!!!???" Maki's voice trembled, "What are you doing, why did you, that was….”

“I’m sorry, Maki, I thought you saw me…”

Maki snapped, “I wasn’t expecting a ninja stalker.”

Nico grinned, “Nico did look dangerously hot in that ninja photoshoot back then.”

Maki reached for the power cord that had been pulled out of the computer, “The only thing you’re a danger to is electronic devices.”

“Hey, you’re the one who nearly knocked the laptop over. Don’t blame Nico.”

“I almost had it, Nico...you know how I work, why did you interrupt me?" Maki scowled, "I’m doing this for your stupid show.”

“It’s not a stupid show,” Nico turned to the camera, glitter smiled and did her signature move, “Nico Nico Ni, you know how important it is for people to see the real work Idols put in. Too many people think we’re silly airheads.”

“I WAS working and you…” Maki had her headset in one hand, gesturing with it, “Can I get back now, before I totally lose the counterpoint.”

Nico sighed and shrugged, “Sure. Nico is sorry she scared you.”

Maki’s voice was almost a shout, “I wasn’t scared.”

Nico fluttered her eyelashes alluringly, “Nico just wanted to see if you wanted an escort home.”

Maki put the headphones around her neck, leaned over the table, glancing at the clock on the laptop, “Nah, I’m going be up for a couple of hours to finish this. And I’ll sleep on the couch down here.”

“You could come up to Nico’s room.”

“I thought we agreed that wasn’t a good idea.”

Aki had been standing outside the door, waiting for a moment to break into the conversation. As soon as she pushed the door open, Nico’s head swivelled, ruby eyes narrowing. Then Nico relaxed, “Hi, Aki. Did you need Nico?”

Aki toyed with her ponytail, “I didn’t know you were here, Nico.”

Maki snorted and leaned into her hand, elbow propped next to her laptop, laser focused on the distance Nico was keeping from her former bunkmate.

“Nico is ninja tonight.” Nico glanced back to stick out her tongue at Maki, who rolled her eyes.

“I was wondering if Maki-chan wanted a snack.”

Maki saw irritation flash across Nico’s face and didn’t know why, but when Nico answered Aki, there was only the slightest whip of sarcasm as Nico began, “Maki-CHAN is fine. Nico is taking care of her. But it’s so late, Aki. And Nico’s been telling you that there’s nothing better for an idol’s skin than 8 hours of sleep.”

Maki wondered when the last time Nico had slept for that long.

Nico put a weighted arm around Aki’s shoulder and hurried her to the door, “Why don’t you try the cucumber mask Nico showed you the other night? Nico will check later to make sure you placed the cucumbers right.”

“Thanks, Nico-chan.”

“Nico Nico no problem.” Nico flashed her hand gesture, shut the door solidly, turned the lock and faced Maki, leaning casually back, “Nico misses you.”

“I’m sure the centimeter Kawano-san’s skirts lose everyday soothes you.”

“Nico doesn’t notice.”

Maki glared at Nico as she dropped back into her chair.

Nico pushed off the door and ran a hand through her hair, “Nico doesn’t care.”

“I do.”

Nico was behind the chair again, her mouth close to Maki’s ear, “Can we try this again?”

After a hesitation, Maki nodded.

Nico slid her hands down Maki’s arms, squeezing Maki’s hands before pullling the composer into a hug, “I missed you. I’m sorry I have to leave before breakfast.”

“Oh..is that…”

“Kyoto.”

Maki’s forehead hit the keyboard, “This April sucks.”

“Nico will make it up to you.”

Maki slid the headphones up, surprising Nico with a smile, “I know it’s important. And I love you.”

“Thanks.” Nico leaned against the table, staring into the tempting warmth of Maki’s eyes as she took Maki’s left hand, running her fingers over the stones of the engagment ring. “Once Nico gets everything set up, we’ll have more time together.”

“Good.”

“Come upstairs and snuggle.”

Maki blushed and shook her head. Three in a room was not a thrill or a draw for Maki.

“Okay, Nico will stay here for awhile.” Nico pulled her shirt out of her skirt, pulled up her knees after she sat, and wrapped a throw around herself.

“Listen to this for me, Nico-chan.” Maki moved a lever and the speakers came on.

“Any time.” Nico would sit on nails, glass, and lava for the brilliant gleam in those sharp, amethyst eyes. Maki’s daredevil grin brightening all of Tokyo when Nico was all in on Maki was a more enticing show than anything Nico had ever imagined.

ONE WEEK AGO

All of the residents agreed that one of the coolest things about Idol House was that it was also Muse House, with Nico living there, Hanayo helping with social media, Umi leading workouts, long distance dance tips from Eli, Maki in the basement, Kotori dropping off clothing samples, Rin leading a dawn run three times a week, Nozomi dropping by via virtual hangout to gossip and to give insights from her cards, and possibly everyone’s favorite perq, Honoka sweeping through occasionally with an encouraging smile and a week’s worth of desserts from Homura. Today was drop off day and Honoka popped in, glad to be away from the bakery for an afternoon.

“Honoka-chan!” Aki had been waiting in the kitchen, taking Hanayo's advice and making supportive comments on fellow house members TWIG posts, although she ignored Nico’s posts from Kyoto. Three weeks, two guest spots, several photoshoots. Aki didn’t know what Nico’s trick to success was, but she was determined to at least get a Nishikino Maki tune of her own, if not Nishikino Maki.

“Aki-chan! You look cute today!” Honoka put down the stack of boxes with a sigh of relief.

“Let me get you a juice.”

“Thanks!” Honoka sat at the table, glad to have someone getting her a cold drink instead of fussing at her like her mom did.

“So did you hear about Maki’s birthday party?” Aki asked over her shoulder.

Honoka tilted her head, puzzled. She knew Nico had planned a surprise Muse get together and Rin and Hanayo were going to take Maki out to dinner and bring her to the restaurant they'd all decided on since Nico had to nearly hit hyperspeed to get back to Tokyo in time. “Yeah, Maki’ll be surprised.”

Aki took a deep breath, “You know we’re having it here, right, the night before so we can all watch the broadcast together.”

“But RIn and Hanayo were…” Honoka scratched her head.

“Oh, Rin went and told Maki…”

Honoka snorted, “And Nico thought I was going to be the one spoiling the surprise. I can keep a secret.”

“I knew I could count on you." Aki patted Honoka's hand, "Muse really benefited from your leadership.”

Honoka reached into the box she’d placed on the table and pulled out a daifuku, “Nah, we decided not to have a leader. Or Eli would have been if she’d joined earlier.”

Aki opened another box, “Ooh, sakura mochi. Thanks, Honoka-chan, you’re the sweetest.”

“Better eat them before Nico gets back. She never admits to having a sweet tooth, but Maki says she can never find a dessert after…” Honoka froze, suddenly remembering she was in a house full of cameras and Umi’s lectures on not revealing private details ever, but especially when visiting Idol House, especially about Nico, because EVERYONE wanted to know things about off camera, behind the scenes Nico.

“Are you making the birthday cake?”

“Me and Kotori always make the cakes.”

“That’s so sweet. I hope I find people who help me like you help each other.”

Honoka finished her bun, debating whether she wanted another or just the juice. “Well, now you know us.”

“That’s the most amazing…” Aki hugged herself, it really was amazing that THE Kousaka Honoka just bounced into the kitchen to talk about anything. She was never leaving Idol House. It was too exciting.

Juice, Honoka decided. “I guess I’ll see you next week for the party. I’ll have to get Umi to remind me.”

“Just give me your number and I’ll text you.”

“Sounds good.” Honoka bumped her phone against Aki’s.

BACK TO THE RIN PANA BEDROOM

Rin’s phone played "Start Dash". “It’s Honoka. She wants to know what time she’s supposed to bring the cake tomorrow.”

“Maki’s party is in two days.”

Rin typed rapidly, “Yeah, I’m telling her.” Rin read the reply and whistled, “She says Aki-san says Nico moved it to tomorrow because I ruined the surprise.” Rin’s chartreuse cat eyes were wide as she stared at Hanayo, “I didn’t ruin the surprise.”

“No.” Hanayo glanced at the screen where the studio team was discussing Aki’s sudden interest in Maki, “Oh no!”

“Oh no?” Rin asked quizzically, then shouted, “OH NO!”

“We have to call Nico!”

“And Maki!”

Hanayo hesitated, “But if we do anything to mess up the show…”

Rin interupted, “If it’s a surprise party Aki throws, Maki will hate it.”

“Maki will hate it.”

Maki’s our friend, Kayo-chin. We have to tell her.”

Hanayo hummed, nodding, her fingers pushing into each other.

“Kayo-chin?”

“I’ll talk to Nico first.”

Rin frowned, then threw herself back into the pillows, “All right. But then I call Maki.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” Rin grabbed the remote.

THE DAY BEFORE MAKI’S BIRTHDAY

Rin paced the clubroom, “Maki’s not in school, not answering her phone, not at the House.”

Hanayo glanced up from her phone, “Nico hasn’t heard from her either, but Nico hasn’t really been available.”

The club room door slammed open and Honoka fell in, followed by Umi.

“We have a problem.” Honoka annouced.

In contrast to Honoka's vibrating with concern, Umi sounded her most serious. “We have an opportunity, Honoka, to model proper behavior for our peers.”

Honoka grabbed snack bread out of her bag and tilted her chair back as Umi fussed at her.

“What do you mean?” Rin asked.

“You saw last night’s Idol House too and you know Aki-san is plotting something.” Hanayo sped through her words as she connected clues.

Umi settled very primly into her usual seat, ‘Yes, that was the final clue. Honoka had been bothered by a conversation she had with Kawano-san last week, suggesting Nico changed the plans for Maki’s birthday party.”

Honoka nodded, “It took me awhile, but there was something very weird about our conversation. So I asked Maki and Umi.”

“YOU TOLD MAKI ABOUT THE PARTY!?!” Hanayo squealed.

Honoka shrugged, “Rin would have ruined the surprise anyway.”

Rin got to her feet, hand slapped to her heart, “Rin can keep secrets.”

Hanayo smiled fondly at Rin, “We know, Rin.”

“Honoka is just deflecting blame for having spoiled my surprise party last month.” Umi tapped the table.

“UMI!”

“Hah!” Rin pumped both fists in the air.

Umi reined in the mood, “Rin, Honoka, please control yourselves. We need to make a plan.”

Hanayo slid her chair from the computer screens to the table, “What do you want us to do, Umi?”

IDOL HOUSE, EVENING BEFORE MAKI'S BIRTHDAY, AS KAWANO AKI SETS UP A PARTY

“Shizu-chan, can you go see if Maki-chan is ready to take a break? I bet she’s been working all day.”

“Maki-san is not here today, Aki.”

Aki leaned away from the banner she was hanging. She’d had a makeover session with a stylist that ran late and started setting up the party as soon as she got back to the House. “I thought you had a recording session this afternoon.”

Shizu smiled, “I had to reschedule.”

“Oh, I wonder if she’s…”

“AKI-SAN!” Honoka bounced in, waving, “That’s such a cool banner. I brought a cake.” Honoka carefully placed a box on the kitchen counter.

“That’s great, Honoka. Just give me a minute and I’ll take a look. If Maki-chan’s not here…”

“Maki is not here.” Umi announced, as she placed a laptop and projector on the table, “And since you find yourself with free time, we have a wonderful opportunity to discuss why integrity is the foundation of success in any industry or situation.”

“Um.” Aki got down from the step ladder, looking confused.

“Unless you have an objection, Kawano-san?” Umi’s expression was tightly masked anger, but her voice was sickly sweet. Aki suddenly felt nervous.

“Of course, not, Sonoda-san.” Aki bowed, as Honoka nodded approvingly, “Please teach me.”

“Take a seat.” Umi pointed to a specific seat, in case Aki mistakenly thought there were options.

“And then cake and karaoke, right, Umi-chan? Rin-chan can’t beat my score…”

“FIRST, Honoka, we watch the presentation. Attentively.”

“Right.” Honoka suddenly hoped Umi would dim the lights so maybe she could take a quick nap. Rin had been smarter, deciding to show up AFTER the lecture.

Umi smiled at Aki, “Feel free to take notes.”

KYOTO, AFTERNOON OF THE DAY BEFORE MAKI’S BIRTHDAY

Nico hadn’t heard from Maki since yesterday lunch and after texting with Hanayo this morning, she was worried. But Honoka had texted that she and Umi were taking care of it, so Nico didn’t just walk off the set. It was too early in her career to be anything but cheerful and helpful no matter how many cute girls were trying to hijack your fiancée’s birthday party. It was always too early in your career, but right now, Nico was working especially hard to build a reputation as flexible, dedicated, and professional.

The Kyoto temple setting was almost beautiful enough to take her mind off Maki. Nico watched blossom full branches bounce gently in the wind, creating a gorgeous floral tunnel through the red torii gates of the shrine. The pink and white against the red was breathtaking and Nico watched the video crew set up, excited to be filming here. And then a flash of moving red caught her eye, a smiling redhead in a soft pink and white floral dress, a long sky blue coat open, walking confidently through the gates. A hallucination? A dream? No, Nico shook her head, watching as Maki reached up with an easy grace to let her fingers glide through the silky blossoms as she neared, a vision of earthly beauty touching on divine, the jewels on her engagement ring glinting in the sun. Sweetness, confidence, and poised beauty demanded Nico’s immediate approach. Nico had to stop herself from running, but she lifted her kimono skirt so it wouldn’t impede power walking.

“Hi, Nico-chan. You blossom.” Maki offered her hand. Nico wondered if this was actually a scene from a movie, rather than the ordinary, daily life of Yazawa Nico, aspiring super celebrity idol and number one producer in the universe. But whatever this was, she caught Maki’s hand in hers and pulled today’s gorgeous surprise gift closer.

“Hi, Maki-chan. People are looking for you. In Tokyo.”

Maki’s eyes widened with fake innocence and she spoke in the tone Nico had come to recognize as indicating Maki had done something she thought clever. “But I’m here.”

“Why are you here?”

Maki continued smug, using her explain math to Cocoa voice, “It’s my birthday tomorrow, Nico-chan.”

“Nico knows. We had a surprise party all set up.”

Maki shrugged, other hand in her coat pocket, glorious amethyst eyes glowing as she glanced up at the fragrant cherry blossoms surrounding the path, casually leading Nico away from the crew. “I wanted to be here." Maki looked straight into Nico’s lustful heart and winked. "It’s scenic.”

Nico still had Maki’s hand and she pulled the redhead to a stop, her wooden geta adding enough height that she could peck Maki on the cheek easily. “Nico didn’t notice until now.”

Maki nodded, pleased at Nico’s attentiveness, and continued her steal Nico away stroll, “It was nice of you to reserve the Suite Tsukimi at the Ritz Carlton for us, Nico-chan. There’s a private moon viewing deck and a Japanese garden.” Maki giggled. “It’s exactly the kind of place I’d want to spend my birthday.”

Ah, Maki had been planning this long before the surprise parties. Nico chuckled, swinging Maki’s hand. “Of course, Nico knew that.”

“Of course. Nico knows everything.” Maki checked to make sure they were out of view of the shrine and pulled Nico in for a hug, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Maki-chan.”

“I’m proud of you.” Maki stepped back, sounding pleased and worried, “And you look so cute in your kimono. Maybe I should have worn one?”

“No.” Nico flipped Maki’s gossamer skirt gently, enjoying Maki's slight shiver at the contact, “You are perfect.”

Maki blushed, both hands going back to her pockets,

“Nico plans to show you how perfect as soon as we wrap up here.” Nico's voice was soft, but certain.

Suddenly eager, Maki pulled a bag out from behind her back. Nico hadn’t noticed the strap over her shoulder, “I brought my Fuji. Will they mind if I take some pictures of you?”

“Sure. Nico will make sure no one bothers you. Take some of the the cherry blossoms too. This feels like a blessing.” Pleasure bubbling through contentment, Nico held out her arms and spun, “Nico knows there will be gray days, and no sleep days, and no gorgeous surprise visitor days, but today, Nico wants to keep this all close to remember.”

Maki had her cell phone out and Nico heard the soft click, as Maki whispered, “Yeah.”

Nico glanced at the screen. She hadn’t noticed the drifting petals or how the dappled white pink of the kimono made her look like a cascading charm of blossoms against the red of the gates as she smiled sweetly up at the bright blue sky, but Maki had caught all that. “You’re showing promise, Nishikino." Nico announced with a playful gruffness, "You can take all of Nico’s promotional pics.” Nico pushed into Maki’s shoulder, “And write all of Nico’s hit songs.”

“Would that make your life easier or mine?”

Nico laughed, shrugging, grabbing Maki’s waist to pull her in for a bold kiss, “Ours. Happy Birthday, Maki. Spend them all with me. Just like this.”

“Well, that was my plan.” Maki tapped the ring she'd given Nico, in case Nico needed a reminder.

“Marry a smart girl, that’s Nico’s advice.”

“But I want you.”

Nico frowned, Maki laughed and claimed her own kiss, “Sorry, Nico-chan, you’re just so cute when you're aggravated.”

“Nico might decide to do the SMART thing and spend the evening comparing her career options before catching up on her sleep, alone. It might be good for Nico’s complexion.”

Maki pouted. Nico didn’t let her sulk long, It was too bright a day.

“Or maybe Nico will try out a local honeymoon spot she’s heard so much about.”

Maki stepped closer, her scent a light musk in this celestial, floral heaven, her eyes so bright Nico would swear there were flickering flames in the faceted depths, “I could help.”

“Nico would need help.” Nico licked her lips, feeling the pull that always drew her in, Maki tilting her head, a look of surprised wonder just waiting to bloom.

As their lips resealed, with crackling fireworks, their bond and their hands found each other by instinct, Nico felt as if blossoms, pink and perfect, carving in soft sweeps and swallows the shape of Maki’s lips, were bursting, tingling, through her skin. Love, this love, sakura soft in this Spring, was going to turn Nico poet. And Maki was going to get Nico fired. Nico heard footsteps approaching, someone muttering Yazawa-san.

“I have to go, Maki-chan.” Nico forced herself away, It got more difficult with every caress that brought them closer.

Maki’s smile was another sun on this bright, blessed day as she raised her camera in salute, “I’ll keep my eye on you.”

Perfect dreamfuel.

A/N: I appreciate your patience with the delay in my other ongoing stories, but I feel like I've had a much needed reboot by revisiting this AU. Added bonus: it's fun to fanfic travel on a Nishikino Maki budget.

Happy Birthday to the gloriously grumpy, fabulously kind Nishikino Maki!!! And thank you to everyone I've met here who shares an affection for these lively and silly idols. I hope this brightens your day. Take care!

#NicoMaki #Happy Birthday Maki #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #Idol House #RinPana #Koizumi Hanayo #Hoshizora Rin #Sonoda Umi #Kousaka Honoka #Terrace House inspired #fluff #Kyoto #Cherry blossoms #Sakura #Spring #Love Live School Idol Fest

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t-citurnity-moved · 5 years ago

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Convinced

Summary: Caine still isn’t quite sure how he feels about waking up next to V. But if it means more mornings like this, then he’s fine with it.

Warnings: Self Insert / Canon. That’s? About it. I kinda wanna say it gets a bit suggestive at some part, but that’s subverted by fluff instead LMAO.

Author’s Notes: Haha I totally didn’t write this because of that ask I got. This is kind of AU-y??? I don’t really know what to say about it, other than canon is out and doing whatever I want is in.

A tired groan broke the early morning silence. Caine shifts, too tired to really get up quite yet – and even if he wanted, the feeling of arms locked tightly around his waist gave him pause.

At first, he blinks blearily, mind grasping at any remnants of memories – anything he could recall from the day prior.

He twists himself around slowly to face whoever’s grasped so tight to his waist, like they’re afraid to let him go. He half expects it to be a figment of his imagination or maybe he’d even fallen asleep near someone who tended to be a clinger – Nico, Dante, or Nero could’ve easily ticked those boxes.

But he blinks when he’s met with the surprising sight of V, and the both of them managing to squeeze together on the van’s couch. Not that either of them took up much space to begin with, both being worryingly thin – V’s height alone, though, was definitely a concern considering he seemed to have thrown his legs over the arm of the couch instead of curling in on himself.

All while this crosses Caine’s mind, V is simply staring at him and smiling. It’s only when V’s fingers brush hair from his face that he finally reels and recognises the situation for what it is.

He has a host of thoughts in his mind, questions he wants to ask, but V says something before he can.

“It’s much too early for you to be waking, is it not?” He says with a pleased hum, the tone of his voice teasing.

For a few brief minutes longer, Caine is quiet aside from small yawns and incomprehensible mumbles – he’s trying to piece things together, but nothing is coming to mind.

“What…” is all he manages as his face screws up in confusion.

V lets out a breathy chuckle. “Do you not remember yesterday?” He asks, seeming genuinely curious through his attempts to tease. He adjusts slightly, his hand moving to press against Caine’s lower back.

“No…” Caine mumbles tiredly, “what happened?” He follows up, eyes slowly scanning over V’s face. He’s not sure what to do with his own hands, laying on one arm while the other is brought up to nervously bite at his knuckle.

Now it’s V’s turn to fall quiet, his brows furrowing that slight bit. Then, he allows a sigh passed his lips as he presses his other hand gently to Caine’s face.

“It seems you’re more danger prone than you think, little witch,” he says so plainly, but the expression on his face is clearly one of concern.

Before Caine can ask what he means, V continues, “you wounds from yesterday may not have healed yet…”

Caine blinks in disbelief, immediately trying to sit up to see the damage. He stops when a shock of pain runs up the length of his spine. “Fucking-!” He hisses.

V is quick to ease Caine back into his arms, fingers gingerly tendering the wound on his back by rubbing small circles around it. He’s quiet until Caine finally relents and nestles against him.

“Allow yourself to rest, little crow,” V says as he presses a kiss to Caine’s temple, “we have miles to go before we are home.”

Caine’s fingers curl around V’s arm as if that would ease the dull ache pervading his mind now. He relaxes when he feels V’s fingers trailing down his own arm, until their hands finally touch and their fingers interlock.

“’M fine…” He tries to convince, but when he looks to see if V believes him, he sighs and dips his head to bury it in the crook of V’s neck.

“You’re only human,” V soothes, “you are allowed to rest when you’re injured. Or tired, for that matter.”

Caine only cringes at those words, reflexively tightening his grip on V’s hand.

V slowly slides his hand from Caine’s to nudge his chin upward. He stops to press a kiss to his forehead, then continues, until their eyes lock.

“There is no shame in resting when you need to,” he says, seeming so certain of his words. His hand moves to brush down Caine’s cheek, fingers tending a bruise on his jaw.

“No shame in allowing someone to tend to you when you feel weak,” he continues, his thumb brushing across a cut on Caine’s lip.

“You are more than deserving of rest… So much more than you believe,” these words are capped with a featherlight kiss.

Caine’s uncharacteristically quiet, though the redness creeping up his neck to his face is tell-tale enough of his embarrassment.

“Stupid…” He mutters, averting his eyes, “you’re just sayin’ that…”

“Oh? Is that what you think?”

Caine huffs, catching the slightest hint of V’s smirk from the corner of his eyes.

“Then allow me to show you otherwise, my love.”

Caine only flusters more at the thought, his mind wandering briefly before he’s caught off guard by V’s lips on his cheek. Then his jaw.

And before too long, there’s not a spot on his face that hasn’t been kissed. Not a single bruise, cut, or injury that hasn’t been tendered with gentle lips.

And he’s laughing and pushing at V, saying how convinced he is, though V doesn’t seem convinced by him.

“Okay, okay!” He says in a hushed tone despite the hurriedness of his words.

V smirks at him, laying one final kiss to his lips. “Are you convinced of my love now, little crow?”

“Yeah, yeah…” Caine rolls his eyes, looping his arms around V’s neck. He leans in to catch his lips again…

“Will you two please take that shit somewhere else? Some of us are trying to sleep!” Comes Nero’s voice from the front passenger seat, huffing and grumbling.

“… Ah. S-sorry!” Caine manages to get out, burying his face in V’s chest to hide his embarrassment – it only gets worse when he hears Nico and Dante trying to contain their laughter from their respective sleeping spots.

#god this is cute #and yes i can say that about my own stuff #most times its angsty stuff i write #BUT sometimes i can write cute things!!!#it was a mixture of that ask #and the fact that v's birthday was yesterday...#that told me to wite this...#*I* like it #but I hope *others* like it too oof #ship (mysterious intent)#my fic ;#interaction is appreciated!!!

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imagethat · 5 years ago

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Jenny | Nico x Female Reader

This one's for the girls, I try to keep everything gender neutral but I really wanted to write something to the song Jenny. Nico x Female Reader~

You had known Nico ever since the two of you were kids. She was always just as excitable, ambitious, and talented as she was now. The way her eyes lit up when she got an idea, how she'd ramble on for hours, or request your help in the garage. You couldn't help but fall in love with her. As the two of you drove towards the phone booth Nero had rang from you tapped your fingers on the seats handle.

Jenny darlin, you're my best friend

It was a month into the Quipoths reign over Red Grave. You, Nero, and Nico have been working night and day to help any survivors.

But there's a few things that you don't know about

You had to slam your hands on the dashboard to keep your face from smashing into it first as Nico leaned out the window to chat with Nero. "No! Not that one! Next to it!" She pointed, wanting the demon part clearly. You internally laughed at how much of an airhead Nero could be, whether it was intentional or not. As Nico fashioned the new demon part into a work of art, you decided to check on Nero. The demon he took down was pretty big after all. "Fuck I need some fresh air." Nero said, waving a hand in front of his face. "Suit yourself." Nico said from her work station, cigarette lit in her mouth even as she worked. Nero grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the van.

Why I borrow you lipstick so often, or how I'm using your shirt as a pillow case

"Ow!" You hissed as he released you. "So!?!?" He asked. "So what?" You questioned, already knowing well what he wanted to hear. "You know what!" He replied with a pointed look. "You get injured so conveniently and I leave so you two have the whole van to yourself and you still don't do anything!" Nero said while crossing his arms. You did have the van all to yourselves but what are you supposed to do. Just be like 'hey I've been mega crushing on you hardcore and like I dont know if you like women but if you do then like maybe we should be together.' You cringed at even the thought of it. "I… I can't do it Nero! I'd rather just be friends… that way I won't risk losing anything." You said while pressing your back to the van and sliding to the ground. You buried your face into your knees. "I already know though, you don't need to remind me." You added quietly. The situation was already grim and some nights the thought you'd never make it back to Nico at all was overpowering. The demons were growing stronger, and at this point in time you three still thought Urizen killed Dante. Unaware he had miraculously survived. Nero sighed softly before crouching down. "Listen, you know Nico well and I know Nico well. She cares for you a lot." He said. You could tell he was being honest, but the thought of telling her scared you. Would you never be able to return to building your motorcycle with her? Would trips to the beach be awkward after this? Your thoughts spun around. The door slammed open and hit something metal. It was Nero's arm, and had he not stopped it, it would've hit you. "Hey! Careful with my-" Nico demanded before noticing you behind the door. "Shit sorry!" She said in a panic. You forced a smile and reassured her it was fine. "Alright! Come see what I've cooked up!" She exclaimed excitedly, Nero following her back into the van. But not without giving you a certain look.

I want to ruin our friendship

Later that night you took over the driving so Nico could get some needed rest. She seemed so peaceful. You didn't have any spare blankets in the van, so you draped your jacket over her instead. The phone rang, but lucky for you Nico was a pretty heavy sleeper. "Where are you?" You asked and Nero ignored you. "So!?!?" He demanded and you slammed the phone back into the holder. He was a persistent jackass and kept trying to call until you had to turn off the phone. By the time you did, Nico was awake though and looked a little displeased. "Somethin' happening hun?" She mused groggily. "No, no! Everythings fine. Nero is just being annoying as usual." You reassured in a soft tone. She nodded and searched for her glasses, unable to find them in the dark. You grabbed them from the dash and slid them carefully onto her face.

We should be lovers instead

Your hand lingered for a moment too long before you pulled away. Thankful it was night, because the dusk hid your blushing cheeks. "Sorry!" You quickly said before taking your seat again. "You can go back to sleep, I've got this. Don't worry." You said with a smile. She tucked herself back in with your jacket, which made your face burn even worse.

I don't know how to say this, cause you're really my dearest friend

These feelings would continue to consume you the way they had for months. The first time you realized you had them was one time when the two of you were working in the garage on a truck. You always teased her, saying it looked like a toy truck. But having something that could go off road would really help with getting more jobs. The thing was her prized joy and the two of you built it from the frame up. Adding your own flare to the inside with decorations too. "We have to test it!!!" She cheered, hands clenched near her chest. It took a good half hour before she convinced you. "No crazy driving though! We still need to do a bit more work." You warned while climbing into the passenger seat. She squealed and climbed into the driver's seat. The ride seemed to be going well and was tame for her until she spotted a completely empty parking lot. You could see it in her eyes. "Nico no!" You cried as she drove over the sidewalk into it, starting to do cookies in the parking lot. Part of the tire had lost traction though and simultaneously the power steering gave out. Causing the steering wheel to become too hard to turn. You could feel the momentum and Nico let out a scream. You were quicker, unbuckling your seatbelt and moving into her lap almost. You were part demon, and stronger than her, so you had no problem turning the wheel as you flicked through the gears. When you finally came to a stop that showed no sign of tipping you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. Your chest heaving for air, Nico's doing the same. She was used to stuff like that, but even it had frightened her. In this moment of closeness though, your legs lightly tangled together, your noses almost touching as you looked at her. It burned in your chest. You buried your face in her shoulder as you laughed at the pure luck you had just encountered. She hugged you tightly. "You're a gift from god, you are a gift from fucking god." She sang through her breaths. Suffice to say you drove back and made a pact to never tell Nero because he'd never let you live it down. You got lost in your thoughts, recalling every good time you've had with her.

I've been doing bad things that you don't know about stealin your stuff now and then

Nero knew about your feelings early on and joked about how Nico was blind for not being able to see them. The only reason you think he knew though was because one time you had gotten completely covered in demon gunk so you borrowed one of Nicos shirts. And you had carelessly worn it in front of Nero when he came to hang out at your house. When he offered to take it back to her you got flustered and tried to lie and say it was a gift. But he knew. Oh he knew. You always gave Nico extra attention, taking hard missions just to get her new materials. Offering to buy her food so you could see her.

Nothing you'd miss but it means the world to me

But most telling of all was when Nicos birthday rolled around. You spoiled the girl senseless with all the attention, demon parts, and gifts you could afford. The thing she adored most though was a tiny sterling silver heart necklace you had bought her. Sure, it was a little tacky, but it was small and clung close to her neck. You knew she wouldn't want anything too fancy. Later that night all of you had gone to a club, just to dance and enjoy her special night. Nero stayed away from you two because he could see the way you laughed and danced with her. Your eyes gleaming, even in the slightly dark disco room. But the way the lights landed on Nico as she moved, you couldn't help but be mesmerized.

I wanna ruin our friendship we should be lovers instead but I don't know how to say this because you're really my dearest friend

As your thoughts become overbearing, you gave into sleep. How you wanted to hold her right now. You woke up to the sound of Nico tinkering. She noticed you sit up immediately and dropped a wrench in surprise. "Oh my god I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to wake you!" She said apologetically. "It's fine, you've gotta be ready for the day n all." You hummed tiredly as you stretched. "Oh my god I'm so sore." You whimpered, not used to sleeping in the drivers chair. You got up and made your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up for the day. As you made your way out, informing Nico you were joining the hunt again, she stopped you. She seemed embarrassed, hiding something behind her back. "What is it?" You asked curiously with a confused expression. "C-close your eyes and hold out your hands!" She demanded. You followed her orders and tried to guess what she placed in your hands. "Open!" She exclaimed. You opened your eyes to find your weapons in your hand. But she had improved them by heaps and bounds. "Oh my gosh! Thank you!" You said excitedly, wanting to test them out. "O-of course, I've been saving up parts to make 'em really good." She said while averting her eyes from yours. "R-really?" You questioned and she nodded. "Yeah, but don't tell Nero! It's only free for you!" She exclaimed and you nodded while smiling. "Of course!" You said while offering a pinky. She locked hers with yours and nodded with a grin. "Alright, if that's all, I'll be on my way. Thank you so much!" You exclaimed, making your way to the door again but she stopped you.

Jenny take my hand

She was holding your hand from across the counter, and before you could turn to face her she had ducked below the counter and gotten behind you. Placing her hands on your shoulder blades. It made you shudder but you kept deathly still. "Nico?" You asked, voice barely above a whisper. She wasn't one to be tender with anyone but in this moment she seemed so soft. Her arms wrapped around you from behind. Was she… Crying??? She wasn't one to cry either. She wasn't worried about the demon outbreak until you had been injured and had to stay with her in the van. The wound was pretty deep and if you were honest, you got lucky. She pressed her face into your shoulder. The past few days you had been too absorbed in your thoughts to notice how she had changed or how much she was working. "Stay safe out there." She said quietly, giving your stomach a squeeze. Slowly your rested your hands on top of hers.

Cause we are more than friends, and I will follow you until the end

"I will." Was all you could manage to squeeze out. You don't know how long you two stood like that before you peeled her hands from you so you could turn and face her. You hesitated for a moment before raising your hands to her cheeks. Rubbing away the remnants of her tears softly with your thumbs. "I will, I promise." You repeated in a more affirmative voice. She nodded before leaning in. You closed your eyes as you accepted her kiss. Her lips were soft and you could taste whatever chapstick she had used earlier. You got caught up in the moment as she leaned into you more heavily. You wished you could stay like this forever, in this perfect moment. You pulled away slowly and rested your forehead against hers.

#devil may cry 5 #devil may cry #devil may cry v #devil may cry nico #dmc nico #dmc 5 nico #nico goldstein #nico x reader #female reader #wlw #lesbian #lesbian fanfic

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dylan-o-yumm · 6 years ago

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Breaks from angst? Fluffy Nero at his wedding? Possibly?

(Fuck I got so carried away with this... whoops. Anyway I had a lot of fun conjuring this one up)

Nero didn’t want a big fancy wedding with a huge ball room and ceremony with a hundred people attending. And to be honest, you didn’t either. You knew how shy Nero got about PDA, so asking him to marry you and say his vows in front of a huge crowd didn’t even cross your mind. You both knew it would be far more special if it were smaller, with just the Devil May Cry crew and some of your family and friends, a small outdoor venue, and some booze and food.

Nero was wearing a navy blue suit that fitted and hugged his muscles well, while you wore a nice knee length dress that fanned out slightly at the waist. You saw his jaw drop and eyes widen when you walked down the isle, and you definitely didn’t miss him wiping away tears with his thumb before you came to stand beside him, resting your hands in his. You too felt very emotional, unable to wipe the smile off your face as you started lovingly into his blue eyes. It was cheesy, but you felt like it were just you and him, no eyes on you except for his.

The ceremony was short, after saying your vows and exchanging rings, you sealed it all with a kiss. It was the best kiss you’d ever had, so much love and promise held in one action. You held onto his shoulders, pulling him to you as his arms wrapped around your waist, bodies pressed together while you waited for all air to leave your lungs before pulling away. You shared a loving gaze before large smiles made their way onto both your faces, the small crowd standing and they clapped and whooped. Nico and Dante were the loudest, cheering loudly like the children they are.

The night rolled by and everyone began to drink and dance, mingling and enjoying being with each other before dinner came. There was one large, rectangle table, big enough to fit all your guests around it while you and Nero sat together in the middle, able to talk to anyone you wanted to. You talked to Nero the most though, whispering in each others ears and stealing kisses every now and then, just happy to be together. You did talk to Nico, Lady and Dante as well, since they were sitting on the other side of the table across from you, easiest to converse with.

Dante stood up suddenly, tapping his whine glass with a fork to get everyones attention as they ate. You and Nero shared a worried glance at each other, not knowing where Dante was going to take this as he opened his mouth to speak. He began with warning his nephew, saying that if he ever hurts you he’d personally kick his ass, to which everyone laughed since he should be giving that warning to you instead, being Nero’s uncle and all. However, his speech didn’t end so wholesome and family friendly as he mentioned how the two of you were probably just waiting to get to the honeymoon part already.

“To Nero and Y/n! The cutest fucking couple I have ever seen.” Dante raised his glass before taking a sip and smirking at the two of you. Your cheeks were pink but Nero was too happy to care about his goofy uncle embarrassing him in front of everyone, chuckling and pressing a kiss to your temple as he too picked up his drink and took a sip. A few more people stood up to say a few words, all a lot more kind and congratulating… except for Nico, she was just as bad as Dante, if not worse.

After dinner and awkward speeches, slow music started and it was announced that it was time for the bride and groom to dance with their mother and father in law. Nero kissed the back of your hand as he went to offer his hand to your mother, pulling her from her seat and beginning a slow dance while they talked and laughed. You loved watching them get along so well. A finger tapped your shoulder and you spun around to see Nero’s father, Vergil extending his hand to you. He looked displeased that he’d be dancing in front of everyone but he did agree to do so anyway… After Dante offered to take his place that is.

You took Vergil’s hand and followed him to the open space, his hand resting respectively high up on your back while the other held your hand. Your palm layer flat against his shoulder as you both began swaying slightly in time with the music. You could hear Nero chuckling and laughing with your mother still, smiling at the sound as Vergil shifted so you could see the pair dancing over his shoulder. You smiled warmly at Vergil and figured you better strike up a conversation since he didn’t look like he was going to.

“I’m glad you’re here… So is Nero, even if he doesn’t say it” You stated genuinely, your smile fading to show him you were serious. Vergil met your gaze for a brief moment, humming as if it didn’t bother him either way before he averted his eyes again. You thought that was it, the end of the conversation and leaving you to have an awkward dance with… the devil. However he surprised you when he broke he silence.

“My son is a fool about many things. However, I believe he is doing right by keeping you as close as he is. Without power, you cannot protect anything. With nothing, power has no use” He quotes as if it were a poem but you’re sure it isn’t one, his tone lacking emotion as usual but you didn’t mind. His words hit you like a ton of bricks and you wanted to ask him what he meant but he quickly raised his hand holding yours, spinning you before letting go. You expected to be left alone, having gotten your dance and words of… congratulations? However you smack right into someone, a hand quick to grab yours and resume the position you were previously in.

“Funny bumping into you here” Dante joked, resting his hand on the middle of your back. You realised it was lower than where Vergil’s hand had been, but was still at an appropriate distance from your backside. You chuckled, fixing your hand on his shoulder and turning to watch the older brother head back to the table to watch the four of you dancing. “Figured I’d cut in since I’m clearly more of a father figure to the kid than Verg is.” Dante puffed his chest as if it were another title he was adding to his name.

“Vergil is getting better. At least he isn’t killing anyone, so thats a plus in my books” You sighed, smile returning as you stepped side to side in time with the music. Dante definitely had more energy when it came to dancing than Vergil did, his feet tapping and hips swaying. Either way the two seemed to be pretty good dancers but in different genres.

“I hope you have some tissues, kid. Cause I’m about to get sappy on you here” Dante warned, slowing his movements down considerably as he held a serious expression on his face instead of his usual smirk and carefree smile. “Nero hasn’t had a proper family before. It wasn’t until he started working for the business that he had us to call his family. He’s had a crappy life, no mother or father… until now, but thats not the point.” Dante frowned, telling you things you already knew but you didn’t dare interrupt him.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is thanks. I don’t think he was ever truly happy until he met you, and when you two started dating it was like a breath of fresh air for him. You changed him in ways I didn’t think were possible, but I’m glad you did because… I don’t know where the poor kid would be without you…” Dante was so uncharacteristically serious it sent shivers down your spine, but what he was saying only made your eyes well with tears. “So… thanks. For being there for my punk of a nephew when no one else was. Both Vergil and I owe you a great deal for you simply being you” He concluded with a soft smile.

You didn’t have words to express what you were feeling. You wanted to tell him that it was your absolute pleasure, being there for Nero, being with Nero… its been the greatest life because of him and you felt like you should be thanking him. It was Dante who introduced the two of you anyway. Instead you forgot about dancing for the moment to wrap both arms around the legendary devil hunters waist, hugging him tightly as you forced your tears away so you didn’t come back with puffy eyes.

Dante laughed, patting your back as he hugged you back. You didn’t let go until you heard someone behind you clear their throat. You turned around to see Nero smiling softly at you, your mother already walking back to her seat as he stood before you. Dante pressed a kiss to the top of your head before walking off, too, going to sit down the the rest of your guests to watch what everyone has been waiting for.

Nero held a hand out, letting you slide your palm against his as you stood to him. He gently tugged you into the middle of the dance floor, walking backwards as he did so, before pulling you to him, going to rest his hand on your waist like the two men before him did. Instead, you felt the overwhelming urge to be closer, far more closer to him. You didn’t give him the chance to react as you flung your arms around his neck and buried your face in the crook of his neck, body pressed firmly against his. He must have been shocked, the small crowd chuckling at the two of you as he settled for wrapping his arms around your waist, bowing his head to hide his face in your neck as well.

“You feeling okay?” Nero asked and you nodded against him, chuckling at the fact that he was worried right now when you were holding each other as you swayed to music. Your chest was so warm and heavy with love and appreciation for the boy in front of you, Dante’s words echoing in your mind and you were sure they’d stay in your brain for as long as you were alive.

“I just feel… so damn lucky” You breathed out, pulling back slightly and cupping his face in your hands to pull his face up, off your shoulder. You didn’t care that people were watching, and he seemed to let all PDA slide for today, since he usually wasn’t a fan of it. You pressed a soft peck to his lips, smiling when he chased you for a longer kiss. “I love you so damn much” You whispered.

“I love you more. But, you got one thing wrong” Nero sighed happily, squeezing your waist a little as he pulled you tightly against him. You guessed what he was going to say before he said it, but hearing the words still made you smile like a love sick teenager non the less. “I’m the lucky one here” He whispered in your ear before kissing your cheek.

Dante, Nico, Lady, all your family and everyone that were watching the two lovebirds on the dance floor, wished they had a love like yours. Thew were all smiling and imagining themselves in your position, being with someone they love like that. Everyone was happy. Even Vergil couldn’t help but smile at the two of you embracing each other, ignoring everyone’s eyes no you. Nero was all that mattered to you and you were all that mattered to him.

#nero x reader #nero dmc #devil may cry nero #nero sparda #nero #dmc nero #nero/reader #nero/you #nero x you #nero angelo #nero sparda x reader #nero sparda imagine #nero imagine #dmc nero sparda #nero sparda dmc #dmc #nero devil may cry

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thetoffeefox · 6 years ago

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That wasn’t very subtle [Vergil X Reader]

Ok so I have been entertaining our timid reader having a slight bout of jealousy for the older Sparda brother that she has an enormous crush on. I just wasn’t able to form a plot in my head until I received a prompt from my drabble challenge I am doing. Specifically Prompt 53. “That wasn’t very subtle” @jockgothbitch requested the prompt and stated that she adored the series and then bam the final puzzle piece clicked into place! So my dear (even though it isn’t NSFW, which you were somewhat hoping for) this chapter is just for you! As a thank you for helping me beat that dreaded monster that lives underneath my keyboards backspace and enter key(writer's block) and for the love and support you have for this series!

The loud bar scene wasn’t something you favored in your 20s but ever since you met the gang you found yourself in it. At first, you loathed it, the music and people were loud sometimes even crass.Then there were the rare occasions you got hit on and oh boy was that an interesting scene. The first time you were hit on you were near the bathrooms. No seemed to not be in this man vocabulary because he persisted and persisted cornering you. It made a level of fear flare up in you; you have never felt before in your life. Well, you were scared until the guy was on the ground knocked out thanks to Nero who had noticed you were gone far too long to be taking a pee break. You and Nero both became close and quickly at that. He saw you as a little sister of sorts even though you were almost ten years older than him. So when he saw you cornered and shaking like a helpless rabbit under a wolfs gaze it lit a fire in him. Be it to say all of you were kicked out of the bar because the young devil hunter just couldn’t let it go. Kyrie scolded not only Nero, Trish, and Lady for allowing you to go off by yourself but she scolded you as well for thinking it was a bright idea to do so. Ever since then you guys had implemented the buddy system. Once Nico joined the fray, she was your go to; the woman had a glare that could send a man packing. Now though any regulars or bar patrons knew well enough to leave, you be least they wanted to face the wrath of three devil hunters and an arms dealer. Now when it came to bars, you enjoyed the setting. You could relax and let loose a little. Occasionally you would even have a semi-decent and intelligent conversation with another patron or bartender. Right now you weren’t doing anything of those things. Right now you were glancing at the only person in the bar who was anything but pleased to be there. It was glaringly obvious that Vergil was not one for the bar scene. You could see from here his brows was furrowed in irritation and the corners of his mouth were almost turned to a very obvious frown. However, you had to give him credit; he was trying his best to blend and meld into human society. He probably only agreed to go because Nero had asked if he wanted to. After a few months of staying with all of you, it became obvious he was trying his best to get to know Nero and somewhat of a father figure to him. As much as he could be a father figure to his 25-year-old son. Jumping you turn back to Nico who was glaring daggers at you. Shit, she was talking to me, what did she say? You flash her a sheepish smile while thinking this and she growls her glare intensifying.

“If you’re gonna stare at him, go talk to him.” She grunts out taking a sip of her whiskey, your cheeks heat up at the notion.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” You huff out your face red as a strawberry at this point.

“Well, if you won’t then that little blond thing over there will.” Nico states waving her hand over in Vergil’s direction.

Confused you turned and noticed that in past what felt like five seconds a petite and slender blond woman was now trying to converse with the oldest of the Sparda twins. Instantly your neutral state sours and your frown as you watch the woman’s hand go to his shoulder. What the hell does she think she is doing? Gripping your drink tighter you watch as she seems to be deflected but right away tries again. Whatever she said seems to pique his interest, and he converses with her. What the hell!? Evidently, you made a funny face because you hear Nico snort making you snap your head towards her to glare. She chuckles and takes another sip of her drink as you turn and watch the exchange. An urge comes over you and oh lord is it childish and you try to mash it down and take the reins that are your impulse control but you can’t. The liquor in your system has muddled such a thing along with any reservations or inhibitions that would be connected with what you are about to do. With a deep breath, you take a swig of your drink and hop up from your seat and make your way to the other end of the bar. You notice Nero in the bar's corner he’s with Dante at two pinball machines and it looks like both men are fiercely at each other's throat determined to get a higher score than the other. Perfect, great conversation starter and even a better way to get that WOMAN away from him! Finally, you get to him acting as if the blonde next to him doesn’t even exist.

“Hey, Nero and Dante are really going at it at the pinball machines you wanna watch?” You ask a light smile on your face.

You were a hell of a poker player, and if there was ever a time, you needed your best poker face it was now. Luck seemed to be on your side because the woman beside him was but forgotten as he got up to presumably watch his brother and son go at it over something mundane. Quickly you fire off the excuse your grabbing another drink and you'd be right there with them. As you order your drink make eye contact with the woman that was sitting next to him, her lip up turns slightly in anger as she hops off her bar stool and moves her way back into the crowd. About the same time Nico comes up beside you so once again you use your poker face to hide that fact you wanted to grin from ear to ear. The arms dealer leans against the bar making eye contact a smug look on her face that was clearly meant to tease and taunt you. She even adds a wiggle to her eyebrows that makes you go stiff as the bartender slide your drink to you

“Yknow darling.” She shifts her position as you take a sip of your drink. “That wasn’t very subtle.” You almost choke on your drink as she nods her head towards Trish and Lady who were wearing shit-eating grins.

“....Shut up, Nico.”

#DMC5 #DMCV #Vergil #vergil x reader #prompt challenge #Dedicated to a fan #Thank you dear for helping my writers block!#it means the world to me #give you all my love #<3

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peter-parkouuuur · 6 years ago

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Chapter 12: Papa Bear Mode (Spider-boy - Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)

WAH! Here’s Chapter 12!!!

I’ve watched FFH thrice and it still gets to me. Ugh, I love our little baby spider-boy.

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 13

Enjoy!!!

“Live in Madrid, watching the world’s favorite sport,” Peter mumbles as he holds his phone camera up high, filming another vlog.

“Also Peter’s first time to watch real football… not American football.” Y/n makes sure that the camera hears the remark.

“I forgot you’re part-European. Figures.” Peter scoffs jokingly, pointing the camera at her.

You just roll your eyes at him before noticing that one of the players scored a goal.

“GOAL!!!” Y/n shouts at the top of her lungs.

“Isn’t this fun?!” You sit back down beside Peter.

“I’ve never watched soccer before and this is pretty fun.” Peter laughs along, sporting the home team’s scarf.

“If I knew how hectic this whole thing is, I would’ve gotten us one of those VIP seats.” Tony grumbles, putting on his sunglasses, not so much for sun protection as it is night time, mainly just to hide his annoyance of it all.

Tony decided to join in watching the match at the last minute. It was either he goes around Madrid by himself or watches the game with Y/n and Peter.

“Our seats are amazing by the way. We’re like a few meters away from the players.” Peter looks at the football players in awe.

“It’s almost the 90th minute, we need one more goal.” Y/n grumbles tapping her feet uncontrollably.

“I’ve never seen you so tense, sweetie. I should bring you to sports events more often.” Tony looks at you in amusement.

“Oh no, you’re not dragging me into watching basketball with you. I’m not a fan.” You shake your head in disagreement.

“I’ll watch with you, Mr. Stark.” Peter volunteers.

“I’ll hold you to it, Parker.” Tony nods.

“Oh my god!” You are at the edge of your seat as you watch the striker head towards the penalty area.

“Come on! You can do it.” Peter stands up as you do the same.

“Holy shit.” You mumble.

“GOAAAAAAL!” The arena echoes in celebration.

You and Peter look at each other with grins on your faces. Peter ends his video as you grab the back of his head and kiss him for at least a good 5 seconds. Tony clears his throat looking at the two teenagers in the middle of an intimate celebratory embrace.

“Hi, dad.” Y/n awkwardly laughs.

“You’re grounded when we get back to New York, young lady.” Tony states, his face is stiff from being on Papa Bear mode.

The three walk out of the arena and see Happy parked right outside the stadium. Peter and Y/n are attached at the hip, hand-holding and cheek-kissing.

“Now you know how I feel.” Happy laughs as soon as he sees Tony’s annoyed expression.

“Remind me to lock the windows in Y/n’s room the second we get back to New York.” Tony tells Happy the second the two teenagers enter the car.

“They’re good kids, Tony. It’s just puppy love.” Happy shrugs his shoulders.

“Based on the kisses I just saw, I don’t think so.” Tony scoffs.

Happy just chuckles before sliding inside the driver’s seat. Tony slides in beside Y/n.

“Dinner at the hotel?” Tony suggests.

“Yes, please! I’m craving for Tapas right now.” You jump in your seat, the adrenaline from the football game still running fast.

“I take it your team won, Y/n?” Happy asks as he pulls into the traffic.

“Yes, we did win, with just seconds to spare before the 90th minute.” Y/n replies proudly.

Peter looks at you in amusement, still overwhelmed that he’s in Spain with the Starks and watched an actual game live.

“I have to admit, I’m starting to get why you’re into this sport.” Peter laughs.

“Well, I’m part French. I watched a lot of games in Paris with my brother. I’m so glad you enjoyed your first football game.” You giggle, taking Peter’s hand in yours.

The two teenagers intertwine their fingers, a blush creeping on both faces.

“I knew I should’ve brought Pepper with me.” Tony grumbles in his seat.

He doesn’t miss the hand-holding action happening between his daughter and Peter. He just shrugs it off and hides a smile.

‘If I have to give away my daughter to some guy, Peter Parker would be fine with me. He better not break her heart or there would be hell to pay.’ Tony thinks to himself, looking out the window.

Peter rubs his thumb across Y/n’s knuckles. 2 months after meeting Tony Stark, he’s been to multiple Stark Industries events, traveled to two countries, and got himself a girlfriend in the process. It’s all been too surreal for him that if he blinks long enough, he’d be back to his boring old life in Queens.

“You want to go around the city tomorrow morning? I mean, we do leave for New York in the afternoon, but if you’re up for it, we can like, stroll around or something?” Y/n suggests to Peter.

“That’d be awesome! Where will we go?” He asks.

“The palace, Plaza Mayor, Mercado de San Miguel…. Anywhere in a span of 6 hours.” You shrug your shoulders.

“Six hours?!” Peter raises his voice.

“Yeah?! Are six hours too short? We can always go out at 7 am, but I doubt anything will be open by then.” Y/n replies.

“No no, it’s fine! I just didn’t think that we’d need six hours just to tour around Madrid, that’s all.” Peter clarifies.

“We’re only here for two days. Might as well take advantage of it. We can always just ‘swing’ around.” You joke, emphasizing the word ‘swing’.

“I mean if it’ll beat traffic, why not?” Peter agrees.

“There will be no Spidey action when I’m around.” Tony interrupts the two of you.

“Sorry, Mr. Stark.” Peter apologies.

“Fine.” You grumble.

Happy stops in front of the hotel and one of the hotel security opens the car door for Tony.

“Mr. Stark.” He greets with his thick Spanish accent.

Y/n and Peter follow Tony towards the hotel’s restaurant, La Rotonda.

“Feel free to eat your heart out, kids,” Tony tells you and Peter as the waiter shows you to your table.

“I don’t see why all of us have to share one suite?” You grumble, walking out of the bathroom in your pink pajamas.

“Because I don’t want to see anyone try and sneak out from his room to go to another room and do whatever it is that hormonal teenagers do.” Tony looks at you and Peter.

“We’ll be in the living room.” You tell your dad, grabbing Peter’s hand.

“Lights out by 12!” Tony exclaims.

“Check on them from time to time, won’t you?” Tony tells Happy.

“I’ll watch them like a hawk.” Happy nods in agreement.

“You were planning on swinging me around late at night, were you?” You ask Peter as the two of you sit down on the couch.

“Yeah, I actually was. I hear Madrid has a pretty good nightlife.” Peter replies, turning on the tv.

You snuggle to his side and rest your head against his chest as he put his arms around you.

“I guess staying in isn’t half bad though.” You sign, holding onto his arms.

“Your hair smells like coconut, I like it.” Peter sniffs.

“I don’t know how I feel about you sniffing my hair.” You giggle.

You sit up to face him properly, your heads just a few inches away from one another’s. He presses his forehead against yours before you finally pull him in to kiss him. It starts off very slow, his hands move to the back of your head, slowly caressing your hair while yours rest against his chest. Peter finally having the courage to continue further, coaxes you to open your mouth slightly as he slips his tongue and caresses it with yours.

“You’re a pretty good kisser, Peter Parker.” You laugh lightly, scrunching his shirt to pull him in, your legs on top of his.

“Well I have to keep up, you know?” He chuckles, his lips moving to your jaw then back to your lips.

The two of you didn’t feel anyone come in but a mist of cold water interrupts the two of you from your makeout session.

“What the hell?” Y/n curses.

You open your eyes to see Happy standing right in front of you and Peter.

“Don’t make me spray you two again.” He threatens.

“Wha?-“ Before you could protest, Happy raises the spray again.

“Okay! We got it.” Y/n grumbles.

Happy walks away. You and Peter look at each other before bursting into laughter. You wipe the water off his face.

“You know, I never really got to ask you properly…” Peter starts.

“Ask me what?” You furrow your eyebrows at him.

“If you wanted to be my girlfriend.” He uses the sleeve of his sweater to wipe off the water on your cheek.

“Peter, I’d love to be your girlfriend.” You smile at him.

A wide grin immediately appears on his face before he leans in to kiss you again, this time not as intense.

“Are you done kissing my daughter, Parker?” Tony walks in.

Peter sits up and coughs slightly. You move your legs off of Peter’s lap and follow your dad’s gaze. Happy follows suit and sits beside you.

“You know what they say in catholic schools, leave space for the Holy Spirit.” Tony sits beside Peter.

“What are we watching?” Tony looks at the tv screen.

“Tropic Thunder.” Y/n replies.

Peter takes your hand in his as the four of you watch the movie in peace, bursting into laughter a couple of times. Tony, again, doesn’t miss the hand-holding action going on between Peter and his daughter. He could sulk and tell them off about it, telling them to stay away but he knows Y/n might rebel if he presses harder than he should. Happy looks at Tony and glances at the two teenagers’ hands. Tony just nods and rolls his eyes.

“Wow. It’s like we’re not even in the room.” You look at your dad.

“You two are acting weird. What? You’ve never seen teenagers hold hands?” You look at your dad and Happy.

“Sorry, sweetie. I’m just not used to it. I’ve seen Nico but it’s different because you’re my princess. If Parker wasn’t so awkward and afraid of me, I would’ve threatened him to get away from you.” Tony jokes.

Peter’s eyes grew large and before darting his gaze at Tony.

“Dad, you’re seriously ruining movie night for me. Both of you.” You give your dad and Happy the death stare.

“Alright alright. We’ll try to keep quiet. But you are grounded the second we arrive in New York.” He tells you with a serious look on his face.

“That was serious? Because I kissed my boyfriend in front of you?!” You raise your voice.

“Boyfriend?!” Tony and Happy stand up in front of you and Peter.

You and Peter look at each other, not really knowing what to do or how to reply in this situation.

“I’m afraid I’m gonna have to cut movie night off early, go to bed, sweetie. Parker, you stay.” You slowly remove your hand from Peter’s hold.

“Good luck.” You mouth at him before walking away.

As soon as Y/n is out of sight, Tony and Happy look at Peter with stern faces.

“So my daughter is now your girlfriend, is she?” Tony starts.

“It’s time we have the talk, Mr. Parker.” Tony raises his eyebrows at the teenager who is awkwardly shifting his eyes between Tony and Happy.

“Now, a normal father would just warn you off and tell you that he’d kill you if you hurt his daughter… But you know that I am Iron Man and that I can destroy you if you hurt Y/n, take away your suit, and ban you from the Avengers headquarters.” Tony threatens, sitting down beside Peter.

“I don’t want to hear her complain about you, see her cry over you, or listen to her rants about you being a terrible boyfriend. There’s hell to pay, Peter Parker.” He finishes.

Tony puts his hand out for Peter to take.

“Congrats on not crying. Take good care of her.” Peter shakes Tony’s hand, still, a bit shook.

“I’ll take good care of her, Mr. Stark.” Peter assures him.

“Good. Go to sleep.” He motions for Peter to leave the room.

Happy just looks at Tony in amusement.

“The next thing you know Eloise might introduce you to her crush from school.” Happy jokes.

“That one will be much harder, I don’t know to threaten people in French.” Tony retorts.

“I told you they’re good kids.” Happy states.

“They are…. They’re good kids, but they’re also crazy for each other.” Tony shakes his head.

“Better him than some jerk with a trust fund.” Happy laughs.

“Yeah, and at least this one’s a genius. I might have to recommend him to MIT.” Tony stands up as the two father figures of Y/n head out to sleep.

Y/n and Peter are at the Plaza Mayor eating churros at 10 in the morning. People are beginning to trickle in numbers, just as the first working day of the week comes to a start. You finish off your last churro and notice that Peter still has at least two.

“Are you not hungry? What’s wrong?” You ask.

“Nothing. I’m just not in the mood for churros, that’s all.” Peter smiles at you.

“Did Happy and my dad say something to you? Is that it?” You raise your eyebrows at him before glancing at the guy who has been looking at your table for the past few minutes now.

‘Of course, Happy’s here.’ You think to yourself.

“No, I’m just… well yeah… We’re okay, right?” Peter inquires.

“Do you not want us to be okay? Peter, you need to relax. My dad is not the scariest man in the world. You’ve met Bucky, right? That one is scary.” You joke.

“He is awfully quiet.” Peter nods in agreement.

He lets out a sigh of relief before putting his churro out for you to bite which you happily agree to.

“You’re gonna make me fat.” You protest jokingly.

“I don’t think one churro is going to make you fat.” Peter kisses you on the cheek.

He spots a trinket store in his line of sight. He notices you wearing the charm bracelet that he gave you for your birthday.

“Where are you going?” Peter stands up from his seat and tells you that he has to do something very important.

You finish eating the remainder of his churros before he could come back to finish them.

“Put your right arm out.” Peter takes his seat beside you with a cute smile on his face.

“Okay?” You put your arm out and notice Peter clip a Spanish fan charm to her charm bracelet.

“Peter.” You gasp in awe.

“This is adorable. Thank you.” You smile at him shyly.

“I love it. Thank you.” You kiss him by the cheek knowing that Happy is only a few tables away from the two of you.

“You’re welcome.” He smiles back at you, not knowing that Happy is present, and kisses you lightly.

“I’m gonna miss our little bubble here in Madrid.” You hold onto his hand.

“Me too. Compared to Queens, Madrid is quite the place.” Peter retorts.

“It is one of my favorite cities in the world. I’m glad dad brought you along with us.” Your thumbs caress his knuckles.

“There’s no place I’d rather be.” Peter replies kissing you again.

You happily kiss him back, your hands moving to his neck while his hands play with your hair.

“Happy’s here.” You pull away after at least 20 seconds.

“I know. I saw him trying to hide his face with the menu.” You and Peter look at your dad’s head of security.

You wave your hand at him and he waves back.

“It’s like we can’t catch a break.” You laugh.

“It’s better that he’s sitting at least 15 feet away from us. He won’t get to spray us this time.” Peter jokes.

“Well then, let’s give him a reason to get worked up again.” You giggle before leaning in to kiss your boyfriend again.

“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you.” Tony sits on the chair opposite you and Peter with a stern look on his face.

“By the way, you two are not allowed to kiss for more than 5 seconds when I’m around. That’s an order.” Tony warns.

“Oh, but you and Pepper can?” You raise your eyebrows at your dad.

“That’s different. Pepper is my fiancée and we’re over 21.” Tony replies.

“Ugh. I hate it when you go full-Papa Bear mode on me.” You grumble.

“Sweetie, this is just the beginning.” Tony smirks at the two of you.

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anonfanfic · 6 years ago

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How about Niko hurts Eve somehow and Villanelle looses it, she disappears for a few days and next time Eve sees Niko, He’s beaten black and blue.

Eve was exhausted, and not just a normal type of exhaustion, she was working on 36 hours of being awake. Her feet ached, her head felt like it was going to cave in, and all she wanted to do was sleep for days. She opened the front door with the full intention of literally crawling up the stairs and hopefully falling asleep somewhere near her bed.

Niko was the first thing she saw when she walked in. It took her longer than it should have to realize he was putting on a jacket.

“Where are you going?” Eve asked, not sure if she actually said the words out loud or just thought them. Her brain felt like it was swimming in a swamp filled with tar.

“Out for drinks with work friends.” Niko had been cold for weeks now, his tone tonight was downright icy.

“With Gemma?” Eve retorted, not bothering to hide her disdain.

Niko stopped all his movements with his arms outstretched for his scarf. “She’ll be there. Why does that matter to you?”

“It doesn’t,” Eve conceded, she didn’t have the strength to argue and she knew the toll her work had taken on him. “When will you be back?”

Niko resumed his action, wrapping his scarf around his neck and looking at Eve with a blank look on his face. He shrugged and pulled out his keys from his pocket. “Not sure. Don’t wait up.”

Eve could feel a heated bubble of anger rise to the surface. It was a mixture of work, stress, and how Niko was treating her. She couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Niko, wait.” Eve reached out and grabbed the keys in his hand.

Niko let out a sharp breath through his nose and Eve saw patches of red appearing on his cheeks.

“I’m done waiting, Eve.” Nico ripped the keys out of Eve’s hand and turned to walk out of the house. “Don’t wait up.” He repeated as the door slammed shut behind him.

Eve looked after him, wondering if he’d come back in to apologize. It took her a second to realize that she wasn’t feeling anything. She wasn’t upset that her husband had just stormed out of the room. She wasn’t happy to finally be alone. It was more of an apathy. Eve felt nothing in that moment.

She was suddenly aware that something felt like it was dripping down the fingers of her right hand. Her palm felt numb and her fingers tingled. Eve lifted her hand and saw a long jagged cut along the length of her hand. When Niko had grabbed the keys from her he had pulled so hard he had cut her hand.

Eve stared at the blood now beginning to slide down her wrist. She felt herself becoming hypnotized by the red streaks snaking down her skin. Eve shook her head, blinking rapidly to bring herself back to reality. A burning sensation was starting to set in now, making her squirm a little as she walked into the kitchen and directly to the sink.

Eve leaned over the sink and was surprised by the wave of dizziness that hit her. She turned on the faucet and gingerly stuck her hand under the steady stream.

“Damn it,” Eve hissed, the water at the bottom of the sink swirling with different shades of red. The sharp pain hit Eve like a live electrical wire running through her veins. She felt alive and more awake than she had in weeks.

She sat there for a few minutes just letting the water wash over her overheated skin. After the initial shock disappeared, Eve felt her body start to shut down again. She quickly cleaned and wrapped her hand. Eve had no desire to stay up and wait for Niko. She crawled into bed, the fingers of her uninjured hand playing with the edges of her wrapping. The last thing she remembered thinking before sleep took her was if Villanelle would have been able to do a better job wrapping her injury.

Eve woke up and felt her injured hand pulsing under her pillow. Her head ached as she sat up in bed and looked over to see Niko’s side of the bed had never been touched. She lifted her hand up and looked down to see the white bandage stained crimson at her palm.

She looked over at the clock and jumped out of bed. She had been so exhausted last night she had forgotten to set her alarm. She was already an hour late for work. Eve ran into her closet and threw together an outfit. Her hand throbbed a few times reminding her of its presence. Not wanting to wait anymore time, she grabbed some extra dressings for her hand and ran out of the door.

Eve clutched her hand to her chest and she walked into the office. She saw her team already sitting at their desks working away. Eve looked around cautiously and didn’t see Carolyn in the room. She breathed a sigh of relief as was made her way over to her desk.

“Eve.” Carolyn’s voice made her freeze halfway to her seat. “We’ve been waiting for you. Follow me.”

Eve looked over at Hugo who gave her an unhelpful wink. She threw her purse down on her desk, but took her wrappings and followed Carolyn out of the room. Eve walked into the interrogation room and stopped mid-step when she saw Villanelle leaning back on one of the folding metal chairs.

“Hello Eve.” Villanelle let her chair fall forward gracefully. She landing on the balls of her feet on the hard floor without a sound. Eve was still so fascinated by Villanelle. She wanted to know everything about her. It was like every layer she thought she had figured out was just another piece to an impossible puzzle.

Villanelle’s sharp, intense gaze went directly to Eve’s injured hand. Eve barely had time to breath before Villanelle was standing in front of her. She took Eve’s hand and cradled it.

“What happened?” Eve was surprised by the concern she heard in the assassin’s voice.

A phone rang behind them and Eve heard Carolyn excuse herself from the room and answer the call. Everything outside of Villanelle gingerly unwrapping her bandage was just white noise.

“I..I cut myself,” Eve lied. She knew Villanelle would look for any reason to have alone time with Niko. Though she knew the moment she stumbled over her words she had opened the door just enough for Villanelle.

“This cut is deep. How did you do this?” Villanelle asked, tossing the old bandages on the table and taking the new wrappings from Eve.

Villanelle looked up at Eve, her injured hand held in Villanelle’s cold hand. The touch, though innocent, was sending intense waves straight to her core.

“Knife,” Eve blurted out, the waves in her stomach cause it to contract sharply.

“A knife? Dull? Serrated? This doesn’t appear to be a sharp knife wound.”

Villanelle was testing her. Eve knew that Villanelle had killed enough people with knives to know the marks they leave.

“A key,” Eve confessed partially, still not wanting to mention Niko’s name.

Villanelle seemed momentarily satisfied, her dark eyes going back to work wrapping Eve’s hand. It was interesting to Eve - Villanelle’s eyes always seemed to change and adapt. They appeared different shades depending on Villanelle’s mood. The darker the eyes, the more dangerous the situation. At least that was what Eve had picked up on in their limited time together.

“Eve?”

Eve’s eyes came into focus and she saw Villanelle staring at her.

“I asked you if it was too tight.”

Eve flexed her hand, still in Villanelle’s gently grasp.

“It’s fine. Thank you.” Eve smiled, slowly moving her hand away.

Villanelle moved close to Eve, leaving barely any space between them.

“I know he did this to you, Eve.” Villanelle’s tone was low, a growling whisper. The waves in Eve’s stomach were now crashing over her. The hair on the back of her neck standing up. It should scare her, being this close to someone who had taken so many lives. It was moments like this Villanelle let the predator come out, ready to hunt down whoever displeased her.

“Villanelle,” Eve whispered, feeling her heart begin to race as Villanelle’s hand started to slowly run up her arm. “Don’t..”

“Sorry about that.” Carolyn walked back into the room, looking down at her phone.

Eve moved away from Villanelle, breaking the contact between them and suddenly feeling cold in the nearly empty room. Carolyn got right down to business and Eve had no time to work through her feelings before she was dismissing Villanelle on her next mission and sending Eve back to her desk to do research for their next target.

Eve tried to keep her mind off of Villanelle. She didn’t want to think about what could have happened if Carolyn hadn’t come back into the room at that moment. Eve’s mind went to fantasies of Villanelle pinning Eve’s body to the long metal table in the room. Their breath mingling together as their lips move ever closer. Eve thought about Villanelle’s lips dragging across her overheated skin, the blonde taking little nips at the right moments.

Her phone buzzing on her desk brought her back breathing heavily like she had just come up for air.

“Niko?” Eve was surprised to hear from her husband, sure he was too stubborn to apologize first.

“You keep that crazy bitch away from me. Do you understand?!” Niko’s voice was loud, but muffled.

“Niko? What are you…Vill…What happened?” Eve stammered, figuring out exactly what had happened as she spoke.

“I don’t want to see her…or you. I’m packing my things now. Keep your pet on a leash.” Niko spat before ending the call.

The phone slide from Eve’s face, dropping into her lap. She felt numb again. It was like the world was spinning around her and all she could do was hold on to her chair to keep from falling away.

Eve packed up and ran out of the office. She had been doing this all day, running from something or maybe running to something. She wasn’t sure anymore.

She got home and threw open the door. Eve walked in and smiled when she smelled something cooking.

“I’m so happy you..” Eve was walking to the kitchen when she stopped. Villanelle appeared in the doorway, an apron around her waist and her long hair tied up in a tight bun.

“Good, you’re home.” Villanelle smiled, turning and walking back into the kitchen.

Eve stood in the middle the room, her mouth hanging open. She wasn’t sure what she had been expecting walking into her house, but seeing Villanelle had completely thrown her.

“Eve, dinner is ready,” Villanelle called.

Eve had no idea what was the right move. She could leave, just walk out and pretend she’d never come home. Her stomach growled as another amazing scent hit her nose. Eve decided she needed answers and the only person who had them was sitting at her kitchen table waiting to eat.

“I’ll be right there.” Eve put her things down and grabbed a letter opener from the front table. She would need something if Villanelle had after dinner plans.

Eve walked in and saw that not only had Villanelle cooked, she had also set the table.

“Where’s Niko?” Eve tried to sound casual as she sat down and tucked the letter opener under her right thigh.

Villanelle laughed, though Eve didn’t hear any humor in the sound. It was like a lot of what Villanelle did, a play on the emotion she should be feeling.

“You know the answer to that already, Eve.” Villanelle took Eve’s plate and piled it with shepherd’s pie.

“Do I?” Eve asked, trying to pull out any information from Villanelle.

The plate was placed in front of Eve and with it Villanelle leaned in, her mouth almost touching Eve’s ear as she spoke.

“I broke two ribs, a few fingers on his right hand, I punched his face a lot, and left short and shallow cuts along his face. Would you like me to continue?” Villanelle voice was soft, like speaking sweet nothings to a lover. It was in complete dissonance from the words she was saying. Eve hated that she felt herself squirm as she listened.

Eve squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head sharply. “Why would you do that?”

Villanelle took Eve’s chin between her thumb and pointer finger and turned her face. Eve opened her eyes to stare directly into familiar dark eyes.

“Because he hurt you. He hurt you, Eve.” Villanelle asked, not letting go of Eve’s chin.

“You’ve hurt me,” Eve countered, feeling her throat tighten and tears burn the back of her eyes.

“That’s different,” Villanelle answered dismissively, letting go of Eve’s chin and turning back to serve herself.

“How is that different?” Eve asked, upset by the double standard Villanelle was setting.

Villanelle didn’t answer, she stayed silent with her back to Eve and continued piling food onto her plate.

“How is that different?” Eve asked more forcefully, standing up from the table.

“Because he understand what love is! He can feel it!” Villanelle shouted, throwing the pan of food across the room. It hit the wall with a loud crashing, sending potatoes, meat, and vegetables around the kitchen.

“I love you, Eve. But I don’t know! I can’t understand it! I just know you make it seem..easier…better. But I don’t know how.” Villanelle was clearly getting frustrated, running her long fingers through her hair. “Niko says he loves you and yet he still hurts you. He doesn’t deserve you. You know that.”

Eve could hear her heartbeat in her ears, thundering against the loud voice of Villanelle. Her palms were slick with sweat, her injured hand clammy against the wrappings. This was one of the moments that felt like it should be more dangerous. Villanelle should scare her. Eve should want to run. Yet, all Eve could think about was how it would feel to hold Villanelle in her arms.

“I know…I know.” Eve’s voice broke, but she cleared her throat to make the words come out clearly.

Villanelle eye’s focused on her. Her head tilted curiously, like trying to read her reaction. She turned toward Eve and started to walk over to her. Eve watched her lithe body move, cat-like in her direction.

“You know that you deserve so much more. You deserve to see the world the way you’ve always wanted to.” Villanelle smiled and reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Eve’s ear.

“I do.” Eve’s voice fought to come out of her dry throat. Everything felt like it was moving so much slower. Her heart the only thing beating at double the speed as Villanelle moved closer still. Their bodies were now touching completely.

“I can give that to you. And you won’t need that letter opener.” Villanelle smiled, looking over Eve’s shoulder to the metal object still laying on Eve’s chair.

Eve’s heart suddenly stopped. Her breath felt like it had frozen solid in her lungs. This was the moment when Villanelle shut everything off. She would turn cold and Eve would be once again fighting for her life.

Villanelle looked back into Eve’s eyes. She lifted a hand and ran her thumb over Eve’s lips. The fierce stare almost a physical force bearing into Eve’s body. Villanelle slowly leaned in her lips inches and then centimeters away.

“Do you want a taste of that life?”

Eve couldn’t speak, there was no part of her body that was working properly. Everything inside of her was screaming. She felt like the entire room was on fire and she was ready to burn with it. She wanted Villanelle to turn them both to ash.

Eve nodded, finally and completely giving into the darkest side of her.

Villanelle smiled and Eve felt that smile as it burned into her lips. And it tasted exactly as Eve had dreamed it would for so many nights.

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greenlightfic · 6 years ago

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Everything I know tells me I should walk away but I just want to stay

Monday 20:05 – March 16, 2020 – It’ll be alright

When the villa boys became official members of the group they were welcomed with a few rules: to always have each other back; to intervene if it’s to help, even if the other might get mad and, most important, when Elia cooks, no one bothers him. So Edoardo’s taken aback when Elia’s looking at him after he closes the refrigerator.

“You know” he starts drying his hands with the dishcloth, “I’m not usually jealous” Edoardo has no idea where he’s going with this. So, he rests his body against the fridge, waiting for him to continue, “but my boyfriend has been asking me about you for the last two days”. Elia gives him a knowing look, as if Edoardo should be aware of the reasons behind Filippo sudden interest on him.

“I won’t try to steal him. I promise” he chuckles, walking towards Elia who makes an offended face “he won’t let you and neither would I” they both laughs and Elia takes the beer from Edo’s hands to drink it himself. “But really, he asked me everything. Since your major to your zodiac sing”.

“You know my zodiac sing?” he rests his hips against the counter.

“No! But I told him your birthday and he figured it out” he smiles to himself, probably remembering something, a moment that belongs to Filippo and him, “He’s into that kind of stuff”.

“Good to know” Edo has no idea what to say.

A tense silence settles between them and Elia returns him his beer.

“He’s not like creepy or anything. I swear” he’s looking at the floor “but he and Ele… they’re everything the other had always had and he’s just worried” Elia looks up and he nods in silence. Edoardo never asked Eleonora about her parents but now it hit him, she never talked about them, as least no that he remembered.

“We’re just friends” he clarifies once again.

“I know you picked her up, at 2am”. Elia points out tilting his head.

“I’d woken up on the middle of the night for the boys a thousand times. You never did it?” Elia’ silent, looking at his shoes and Edoardo knows what he’s thinking because he’s thinking the same. That night back in October when the contrabbandieri had just started college and Edo didn’t like them yet. He and Federico had finally got a night with Nico and just Nico. Everything was great, they were having fun and decided to play that stupid board game that got Nico really frustrated and his frustration rapidly escalated into sadness and Nico felt so bad, out of nowhere, that they didn’t know what to do. So, he called Marti, who showed up ten minutes after with his three best friends, all wearing their coats over their pajamas and stayed there until Marti helped Nico to sleep and even after that, to be sure, they said, the boys stayed the night and slept on the floor. Just for Nico.

No one ever talked about it again but after that improvised sleepover the villa boys were welcomed as one of them.

“Ele and I are friends” Edoardo speaks low, trying to get Elia attention back, “there’s nothing else going on. I promise” he looks at him in the eyes.

Elia smiles, full open mouth, “so as you know,” he holds up a finger “you would have my blessing”. Edo mirrors his smile. “Thanks, man” he says and gets a slide of tomato from the countertop they were just reclining against. Elia hits his hand, forcing him to let the tomato back in it place and Edoardo chuckles.

“Since when you accept assistance?” a voice asks from the kitchen door.

“I make exceptions sometimes” Elia shrugs and Giovanni smile at both of them. “Do you need another pair of hands?

“I don’t need other hands, you two can sit and watch” Elia says shoving Edoardo to Gio’s direction. Edo laughs and take a chair from the small circular table on the middle of the room and offered to Giovanni, taking another one for him.

Wednesday 15:00 – March 18, 2020 – I wonder what’s on your mind

Edoardo has one more thing to do and then he can go home. He needs a specific book to complete his essay for International Economy, he will take it from the campus’s library, he’ll go buy some groceries and he’ll head home. That’s the plan. It’s an easy plan that it’s throws out of the window the moment he sees a familiar face angrily making it ways out of the library.

“What happened to you in there?” he surprises Eleonora who was too busy fixing her cardigan to noticed him approaching her. She scoffs and fixes her hair before looking at Edoardo’s face.

“I hate group projects” she says emphasizing the word “hate” and letting her arms fall to her sides on a sing of surrender.

“We all do” Edo nods grinning.

“Can we go get coffee, or something? My head’s about to explode” she’s pouting with narrowed eyes.

“Sure” Edoardo agrees too fast. “I just need to get a book from in there and we can go” he adds nodding to the library.

“You go” Ele says waving him away. “If I get in there again, I’ll literally die”.

“I think you’re misunderstanding the meaning of the world ‘literally’ he teases, already opening the heavy glass door, when it’s closed, he sees her making a face.

Wednesday 15:31 – March 18, 2020 – I see there’s something you’re trying to hide

“What are you doing?” Eleonora asks, chin up, looking at him in the eyes.

“Paying?” he asks confused, wallet half opened.

“You paid last time. This is on me” she lifts her brows in some sort of ‘duh’ look. “That’s what we always do with the girls”. She’s now pushing his arms -and wallet- down.

“I’m not one of the girls”.

“Do you always pay for Federico’s coffee?” she tilts her head.

“It’s different” he rolls his eyes.

“Why? Because I’m a girl?” Eleonora’s full on fight mode now: arms crossed, chin up, petrifying look in her eyes. Edoardo looks down at her for a few seconds and sighs. He likes to think of himself as a feminist, an ally, Sana would correct him if she heard his thoughts. And no, he doesn’t always pay for Fede so why should he do it for Ele? Because he was taught that? And under what beliefs?

After a long second of thinking, he just shrugs and put his wallet inside his jean’s pocket, he keeps his hands there, too.

Eleonora smiles with pride at him and turns her body to the barista that’s returning with their drinks. Edoardo swears he sees a smudged smile on that girl’s face when she receives the money from Ele. She’s a feminist, too, Edoardo thinks grabbing his book from the bar and walking out the small shop.

The pair walk in silence from solid five minutes until Eleonora points out at a bench. “You mind sitting down?” Edo smiles and changes the direction of his steps, heading to the seat now.

Eleonora sits down first, pretzel style, facing Edoardo who sits down with his long legs extended in front of him and his right arm resting over the bench, next to Ele. His book settled in the middle.

“So” he pushes her shoulder jokily “what’s the problem with that project?”

The girl lets out and exaggerated groan before responding, “It’s for Greco”.

“Greco’s good!” Edo smiles “you’ll pass”.

“I’m not afraid of failing” Eleonora’s back straights up “I’m tremendously annoying by the fact I couldn’t chose my partners and now I’m anchored to” she extends a finger, counting the members of her group, “a high dude, who’s taking the class for the third time but doesn’t seem to notice; a douche with steroids, whose only concern is the clothes we will use for the presentation; and” she makes emphasis in the word, as if her exasperation wasn’t noticeable, “a princess who’s used to have others doing things for her” she grabs her coffee with both hands now. “You see my problem here?”

Edoardo keeps his lips sealed, trying not to laugh at her and her adorable angry face. He looks away, to the trees and stays silent for a few seconds.

“Okay” he clears his throat. “You should give the graphic presentation to high dude, his name’s Lorenzo, by the way and this is his second year with Greco, no third” his head ducked and tongue slightly out make Ele winks her nose, “you should give him and douche with steroids the graphic presentation, they’ll like it. And with Princess… well you and Princess can work together on the essay part. You’ll do most of the job, obviously, but if you ask things like ‘what do you think of…?’ ‘how do you feel with…?’ she would probably feel listened and would help.

Ele’s looking at him with narrowed eyes but a small smile’s forming on her lips. “I’ll try that” she says and they both fall into a calm silence Edoardo isn’t willing to break. At least he wasn’t until the memories from his conversation with Elia came back to his mind. He hesitates. Is it the right time? Probably isn’t, maybe it would never be but he has to ask.

“Can I ask you something?” He tries, low. Ele just shrugs in response.

“Why you never talk about your family?”

Eleonora’s face fills with confusion. “I talk about Filippo all the time” she smiles.

“I mean your parents”. And with that her smile fades.

“I never heard you talk about your family either” she says.

“You know about my mom” he shots back. He never told them, Fede did a few days before the anniversary of her death and, on that day, most of them showed up and just stayed around. Ele was the first one.

“They’re not… you know” the girl avoids his eyes.

“And where are they then?” he lowers his voice, leaning closer.

“My dad’s here. He was born here and he moved back here when he and my mom divorced. It was more than a decade ago.” She’s playing with her sweater now. “I’ve been living her for almost a year and saw him only twice. That tells you how close we are.” An unhappy chuckle escapes from her mouth. “And my mom” her head snaps up and Edoardo just looks at her. He wants to tell her she doesn’t have to talk. He wants to hit himself for making her feel sad but he also knows she needs to let it out. She isn’t even looking at him, her eyes fixed in the horizon. “My mom. She’s quite a lady. I mean, she’s fantastic as a woman and teacher but as a mother… well… she… After their divorce she started working in Padua as a teacher. She quickly started working in more classes and around the second year the three of us moved there. It was easier for her”.

“I was 10 or 11 and Filo 14, or maybe 15” she shrugs “my mom was working all the time and, when she wasn’t working, she was out with her colleagues. She was barely home. From that moment on, it was just me and Filo” she looks at Edoardo’s eyes and the boy’s chest aches for her. “When Filo finished high school, he told me he wanted to come back to Rome. Back to his friends. He wanted to study in Rome. He invited me to go with him. It wouldn’t make that big of a difference, we were always alone and I…” her expression suddenly changes into a mix of shame and hurt and Edoardo unconsciously squeezes her knee with his hand. She smiles. He doesn’t remove it. “I think I liked the idea of a new start. So, once we both were sure we make this huge list of reasons of why our mother should let us do it. She didn’t even read it. She just said ‘yeah, of course you can’ and by the next day she gave Filippo an extension of her credit card.”

Edoardo has no idea what to say. What do you say to a girl who was practically ditched by both her parents? How you comfort someone in a situation like that?

“You know…” he vacillates. “… I have a shitty family, too” he shrugs it off, pretending it is a common thing and they aren’t miserable.

Eleonora finds his eyes and smile, sad but still a smile. He touches her hair with his right hand and she leans into the touch, his left still on her knee and they just stay there in silence.

A woman, maybe early 30s or late 20s past by them and gives them a tiny, paternal smile. Edoardo knows what the scenario might seems like to a stranger but he doesn’t really care, he just wants Ele to be alright.

Friday 18:10 – March 20, 2020 – It doesn’t matter, put the phone away.

Edoardo, Chicco and Rocco are at Silvia’s, Federica’s and Sana’s apartment but only Silvia’s there. He likes Silvia, even when she is way overexcited at everything, she’s good and he likes her. There’s nothing planned, really. When he finished his last class, he texted the group chat he shares with his villa boys and Chicco invited him to the girl’s home and here he was, sitting in the couch with Chicco’s legs on him and watching Keeping Up with the Kardashians, Silvia’s favorite reality show.

Edo wasn’t excepting anything from that reunion other than spending time with his friends but still his stomached twisted with disappointed when the door opened and three girls walked in, followed by Martino.

“Did you change you fifth Winx for a Winx boy?” Rocco jokes besides Chicco, relaxing in the small couch. The four girls laugh and Martino makes a face.

“She’s studying” Eva explains throwing her coat next to Edo’s head and settling down in the floor.

“Studying” Silvia repeats in a mocking voice, waving her brows.

“Why do you say it like that?” Marti chuckles.

“Because she’s working with this guy that has the biggest crush on her and he’s muscled and hot and-”

“Hey!” Martino cuts her off, kicking her left toe with his right. “You have a boyfriend”.

“So what? It’s not like I’m cheating on Luca by observing someone’s beauty”, the blond girl defends herself.

“Yeah, but still I don’t feel comfortable with you talking about hot muscled guys while my best friend isn’t here to defend his muscle-less” he moves his hands in front of Silvia’s face, purposely annoying her.

“I don’t think Ele likes him” Edoardo hears himself saying and everyone turns their heads to him. He coughs. “I mean… I talked to her the other day and she seemed pretty upset to be working with him”. He isn’t looking at anyone in particular, scared of them seeing the memories of that afternoon through his dark eyes.

“They wouldn’t fit, anyway” Federica adds from her seat. “Ele doesn’t like guys like him”.

“The greatest love stories are the enemies-to-lovers ones”. Silvia suggest, smiling.

“Are you aware of how wrong that is?” Sana snaps, turning her whole body to face Silvia. By this point they all should be used to it but Edoardo still can see Chicco and Rocco deliberately sitting straight.

“Why?” Silvia asks innocently.

“Why? Okay. Let’s start with the terrible concept of a boy mistreating a girl actually means-” Edoardo has been friends with the girls for enough time to anticipate the situation. Silvia says something, Sana corrects her, Silvia disagrees and they get into a long battle that doesn’t take anyone anywhere but they still keep doing it. So, he takes this opportunity to remove his phone out of his pocket, search for the screenshot he took hours ago and send it to Eleonora. He was planning on showing it to her whenever he sees her but something insides him tells him he has to send it now, and he does. Before his homescreen turns dark the two little blue marks appears next to his message and Edoardo gets excited, he actually has to bite down a smile but then nothing happens, his friend isn’t online anymore and there’s no new messages for him.

After checking for the second time Edoardo’s attention is brought back into the room, Sana’s lectured turned into a discussion about politics and all of them are involved, even Federica, who never cares about… anything. He figures he has to participate before someone suspects so he shoves his phone into his pant’s pocket and tries to pay full attention to the debate.

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