#also just tired of seein someone so!

[puppyeared]

personal character design headcanons + brainrot

Note: the re-bound!au does NOT belong to me, it belongs to @chipper-smol I’m just not normal about it lol

[cherryobx]

Illicit affairs

a/n: last fic of my 2.4k picnic! thank u all for requesting and participating! i love yall! also, this song is so Rafe fr

pairing: Rafe Cameron x pogue!reader

summary: you're tired of keeping your relationship a secret

warnings: rafe is a simp but also so stupid, language, like one sexual innuendo i think, mentions of alcohol, drugs and doing them (idk if i missed anything but if i did pls let me know)

wc: 4.3k

Even though it wasn’t technically wrong in any way, it seemed that way. People in Kildare had been separated into two for so long that it made it almost sinful or illegal in a sense for a pogue and a kook to be together. But you loved him. You loved Rafe.

You met him at Midsummers. Sarah begged you to go with her because she didn’t want to go alone and converse with all the snotty kooks there, even though she herself was a part of that society unfortunately. She just needed someone there for her so she could make this evening a bit less insufferable.

“It doesn’t seem so bad, to be honest,” you said looking around yourself and the people there who were dressed in all kinds of fancy outfits. You yourself included.

Sarah offered to buy you a dress. You denied her offer at first but after rummaging through your own closet you finally said yes to her. You didn’t have anything to wear to an event like that. You also didn’t want people to make fun of you or notice immediately that you definitely didn’t belong there.

Sarah was happy to help you out and go shopping together. It took you a whole day to find something you not only liked but felt confident in. You also kept your eye on the price tags and made sure to not pick anything super expensive because you were planning on paying her back. Even though she insisted that it was a gift and she didn’t want your money.

“Trust me. It will get worse as people drink. They start getting chatty and ask too many questions that I don’t wanna answer.” She scoffed and took a sip of her champagne flute.

“Like what?” you asked curiously.

“Every year they’re like ‘are you seeing anyone’, ‘what college are you going to’, ‘planning on getting married’ or stuff like that. Like let me live. It’s none of their business. One time this older lady kept telling me I needed to lose weight. Like what? It’s insane.”

Your eyes are wide in slight shock. “Yeah, they never know when to shut up, do they?” 

“No, they do not.”

And then your eyes met his. He was standing across the room with a bunch of his friends. Rafe tilted his head as he looked at you curiously. You felt almost exposed under his gaze. There was a small smirk on his face as he raised his glass, saluting you, before downing its contents with one gulp. 

You were sure he knew you weren’t a kook. He saw right through you. But you didn’t find it in you to care. 

You mimicked his actions and the smirk on his face grew into a smile.

You kept stealing glances at each other throughout the night and once Sarah was pulled away by some of her acquaintances, Rafe made his move

He was standing at your side in a second. “You lost?”

“Why would I be lost?” you asked, turning your head so you could look up at him.

“Because you don’t belong here, sweetheart.” 

Your heart rate picked up at the pet name he used, making you nervous. He was so attractive, although you didn’t want to admit it to yourself. He looked really good in his suit. He wasn’t wearing a tie and the first couple buttons of his shirt were undone.

“That obvious?” You chuckled and took a sip of your champagne.

“Surprisingly not really. But I’ve seen you running around with your pogue friends so I know you’re not a kook.”

“That I am not. But I’m a friend of Sarah’s. She invited me here so please don’t rat me out,” you pleaded.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, pretty girl. See you around.” He left as suddenly as he arrived, leaving you standing there with a dumbfounded look on your face and a stomach full of butterflies. 

Pretty girl.

Somehow, through many coincidences, you and Rafe kept seeing each other around more often. At Tannyhill when you were visiting Sarah, at your work, on the street. It wasn’t like you hadn’t seen him around before but it was weird how you seemed to run into him much more after the Midsummer incident.

Your relationship with Rafe took off after one night at Tannyhill when you couldn’t sleep so you wandered around the house and ran into Rafe in the kitchen who was getting a late night snack.

“Well look who it is?” He smirked. “Isn’t that my favorite pogue?”

“Am I not the only pogue you’re not absolutely disgusted by?” You asked and hopped onto the kitchen island, sitting there and dangling your legs.

Rafe took in your appearance. You were wearing shorts and a large hoodie. You looked really cozy. He almost wanted to tuck you to bed and give you a goodnight kiss, which he realized was an absolute crazy thought to have.

“Hence why you’re my favorite.” He stood next to you, booped your nose, and leaned against the counter, facing you. 

“Want one?” He held out a small bowl full of strawberries that he had previously washed and removed the tops from.

“Sure. Thanks.” You looked at him for a second before taking one from the bowl and popping it into your mouth. It seemed insane to be on speaking terms with the Rafe Cameron who was known for being an asshole to pogues.

Another thought you had, which you also thought was an insane one, was that he was beautiful. He had always been extremely handsome but in that moment, in the moonlight, he was breathtaking.

“You’re thinking really loud,” he commented after catching you staring at him with a disconnected look in your eyes.

You’re shaken from your trance and your eyes meet his. “What?”

“I said you’re thinking loud, kid.” 

Again with the nicknames. You were pretty certain he knew what he was doing.

“Oh umm…” you started but then he scooted closer to you and all thoughts vanished from your head.

And he noticed. Of course he noticed. Rafe was not stupid. He knew what kind of effect he had on girls. But he liked your reactions especially. He found himself liking you, actually. He never thought he’d like a pogue, that he’d not be repulsed by one. But with you it seemed to be the opposite. He was drawn to you.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he asks. He pushed himself off the counter, putting down his bowl of strawberries, and forced himself between your legs. You instinctively made more room for him, accommodating his large frame in your space.

“Nothing much.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Really? You were so deep in thought just a second ago.”

He places his hands on your bare thighs, feeling your warm skin under his palms. You looked down and saw how big his hands were and swallowed thickly.

“It’s nothing.”

“Don’t be coy. Share with the class.”

You laughed. “What class, Rafe?” 

He smiled. “Come on, baby. Don’t be shy. I shared my strawberries with you.”

“A strawberry for my thoughts?”

His smile widened, revealing his perfect teeth. “Exactly.”

“What do you wanna know?” You raise an eyebrow at him in question.

He shrugs. “Just what you’re thinking.”

“I’m thinking that the moonlight is very pretty.” It was not completely a lie but also not the full truth. And Rafe knew that.

He squeezed your thighs with his hands. “What else?”

“That you’re really close to me.” He leaned even closer at that. He was so close your noses were almost touching. His eyes darted to your lips for a second before he looked back up at your eyes.

“Are you bothered by that?”

“No.”

“Anything else on your mind?” You couldn’t help but look down at his lips too. It was just a second but Rafe caught that. Of course he did.

“No.”

“No?”

“No,” you confirmed, obviously not being honest. There were about a million scenarios in your head at that moment and all of them included Rafe’s lips on yours and his tongue in your mouth.

“Fucking liar.”

“I’m not lying,” you tried to deny it but he saw right through you.

“You’re not lying?”

You shook your head.

“Is that so?” 

You nodded. Rafe smiled and leaned in. Your lips were just about to touch.”Why are you lying to me?”

You open your mouth to once again deny his claims but he interrupted you even before you could begin. “Be honest, baby.”

Baby.

“I’m thinking about your lips.” You were almost shocked at your own words, they just slipped out. 

“My lips? What about them?” He knew exactly what you meant but found joy in teasing the living hell out of you.

“They look so kissable.” You were wondering if you were drunk because you’d never say stuff like that to him of all people in the daylight.

“Then you should probably find out if they are as kissable as they look.”

You blinked at him. “Why are you acting like this?”

He looked confused as he furrowed his eyebrows. “Like what?”

“You’re flirting with me. And touching me.”

“So? Can’t I? Say the word and I’ll back off.”

“No, it’s just that I’m a pogue. Don’t you like want to light me on fire and stuff?”

His forehead fell to your shoulder as he chuckled. “Light you on fire? You’re funny, kid.”

Kid.

“Don’t you?”

He raised his head and looked you in the eyes again. “I would like to do many things to you but lighting you on fire is not one of them.”

“Then why are you flirting with me?”

“Is it that crazy that I actually like you? That I’m attracted to you?”

“Kind of,” you admit. 

“Why?”

“Because you’re a kook? Because you’re insanely hot and I can’t imagine you wanting anything to do with me?”

“You think I’m hot?”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t let it get to your head. Your ego is big enough as it is.”

“You know what else is big?” He wiggled his eyebrows and smirked knowingly.

You gave him a gentle shove but laughed nonetheless. “Shut up.”

He laughed alongside you and it felt good. It was fun. He was fun. You never thought you could use that word to describe Rafe but that’s how it felt.

When your laughter died down he got this look in his eyes that could only be described as ‘hungry’. He wanted something, craved something.

Automatically you angled your body towards his. It was like something was pulling you. A magnet of sorts, perhaps.

Once again you found yourself close. You were too close for a pogue and a kook anyway but too close for two random people as well.

His eyes met yours in a plea. And you took the leap, leaning in and connecting your lips. He didn’t waste a second to kiss you back. It was slow and almost sweet at first, experimental. But then it got heated. Hands everywhere.

You didn’t find it in yourself to care about the consequences or future in that moment. You didn’t care that it was socially not acceptable for you to be making out with a kook. You just didn’t care. You just wanted to kiss him.

After that night, these meetings started happening intentionally. Sometimes Rafe sneaked into your house, other times you snuck into his. You found each other at every party, every event. It became serious. But both of you knew that this was meant to be a secret. This relationship was only for you two, no one else.

“Make sure no one sees you, okay?” You stood on your front porch, Rafe in front of you who was about to leave. He had spent the night but had to leave before your parents woke up. They’d kill you if they knew you were dating a kook, Rafe Cameron at that. The sun was starting to rise and the birds were chirping. It was a beautiful morning.

You grabbed the hood of his hoodie and pulled it up to cover him up as much as possible. You didn’t want to risk anything.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’ll take the other route, no one really uses it.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. “Bye, baby.”

“Bye.” You waved him off and watched him drive away.

Soon, your friends started suspecting that something was going on. They saw how happy and glowing you looked, tremendously more than you usually were, but couldn’t figure out for the life of them what or who exactly it was.

“What’s got you in such a good mood lately?” Kie asked one day when all of you were sitting in John B’s backyard, you, Kie, and Sarah in the hammock and the guys in lawn chairs.

You shrugged “It’s summer.”

“Bullshit,” JJ scoffed.

“Bullshit?” Did they really see right through you?

“Yeah. I’ve never seen you like this,” he commented, narrowing his eyes at you like he was trying to see into your brain and what was going on in there.

“Like what?”

They all looked at each other, speaking only with their eyes. That meant that they had discussed this topic previously and were hesitant to bring up their suspicions.

“You seem…in love,” Sarah said. It was actually kind of ironic how she was the one who spoke up. If she only knew it was her own brother who you were seeing.

“In love? What?” You tried to play it off by acting confused. “I'm as single as ever.”

Pope rolled his eyes at you. “Yeah right. You know you’re a horrible liar right?”

“Shut up.”

“We’re going to find out eventually who this mystery lover is. It’s either you tell us or we’ll do some investigating.”

You suddenly became nervous. “Just drop it guys. Okay?”

They raised their hands in surrender but exchanged quick looks with each other which told you that the topic wasn’t as much as dropped as it was postponed.

Later that night you snuck off to see Rafe. You excused yourself and lied that you were tired and your head was hurting. They didn’t seem convinced but didn’t start prying either. You made sure you weren’t followed when you biked to Tannyhill. 

Sneaking into his house wasn’t very hard. The place is huge, so many doors to enter through without being seen.

He met you at the staircase and dragged you to his room.

“They suspect that I’m seeing someone.” You were laying between Rafe’s big arms in his bed under the covers, all cozy and warm. Your back was against his chest, his body curled around yours. It made you feel very safe,

“Who?”

“My friends, your sister.”

“Wheezie?”

“No, Sarah, you idiot.” He laughed and then placed a kiss on your shoulder, the action making you feel all giddy inside.

“They won’t find out. They’re stupid.”

“Hey!” You furrowed your brows. “Don’t call them that.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a part of that group. By calling them stupid, you’re calling me stupid.”

“Who said you aren’t stupid?” You just knew he was smirking.

“Asshole.”

“You love me.”

“Are you sure about that?” You turned around in his arms and looked at him, a smirk on your face.

“Yes.” He said confidently, placing a soft kiss on your nose before pressing one to your lips. You closed your eyes in bliss, relishing in the feeling.

Weeks turned into months and so far into your relationship you had managed to hide it and be with him undetected. Your friends tried to do some detective work but unsuccessfully so.

“Aren’t you tired?” Sarah asked one night when you were sitting in John B’s backyard once again, just chilling and spending time with each other.

“Of what?”

“Of hiding your relationship.”

There was a beat of silence. You thought about what she said. And she was right. You were kind of tired, obviously not of Rafe but all the sneaking around and almost never seeing each other in the daylight. You love being with him and love spending time with him but sometimes you actually wanted to be out in public with him. To go on dates or the beach together or whatever normal couples did.

And you wanted to be with him without hiding it. Without either of you caring about what others might think. Without there being judgment from people closest to you.

“I have to go.” You stood up.

“What? Why? I’m sorry if what I said upset you.” Sarah jumped up too, grabbing your wrist to stop you.

“No, it’s not that. I just have to go.”

You texted Rafe to meet you at a random parking lot where he sometimes picked you up. You arrived before him and paced around nervously, biting the skin on the inside of your lips.

He pulled up about 10 minutes later, parked the car and then got out, hurrying to you. “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

He placed his hands on your arms and looked you in the eyes with a worried expression, searching for the answer in your eyes.

“I’m fine, Rafe. I just needed to talk to you.”

He furrowed his brows and stood up taller. “Okay. What is it?”

“Sarah said something tonight and it made me think.”

Rafe rolled his eyes at that. “Sarah?”

You nodded. “She asked me if I was tired of hiding us, our relationship.”

“And?”

“I am. I’m so tired, Rafe. Aren’t you?” You asked, looking him in the eyes.

He contemplated for a second. “I am. But there isn’t really anything we could do about it, right?”

“We could just say fuck it and go public?” you asked, voice filled with hope.

“Go public? No, that’s not a good idea.” He shook his head, shooting down your idea immediately.

You were taken aback by that. “You said you were tired too?”

“Yes but this,” he pointed a finger back and forth between you two, “going public will ruin both of us.”

“Will it? We don’t know that, Rafe. We can’t possibly know that.”

“It most definitely will,” he argued.

“How can you be so sure?”

“We’re supposed to hate each other.”

“So? I love you, Rafe. I don’t care anymore. I wanna be your girlfriend everywhere, not just your bedroom or this random-ass parking lot. I want to be your girlfriend during the day too, not just night. Don’t you want that?”

“Of course I do but it’s not that simple. You’re asking for a lot.”

You took a step back, away from him. “I’m asking for a lot? I want us to be normal!”

“Baby.” He tried to get closer again but you just backed up again.

“Don’t fucking ‘baby’ me right now! Do you even love me?” You were beginning to feel frustrated and that brought tears to your eyes.

“Of course I love you! You knew that this is what it was going to be like when we started dating. You knew!” He was clearly angry and frustrated too.

You took in a shaky breath. Rafe’s constantly angry but it’s never been directed towards you before.

“Then I can’t do this anymore.”

“Kid-” he said, voice now quieter, almost pleading.

“No, I can’t do this to myself.” You turned around and hurried towards your bike which was lying next to the curb. 

“Let’s just talk about this!” he called after you.

“Clearly there’s nothing to talk about anymore.” You looked back at him.

“I love you.”

“Do you?” you asked, eyes filled with tears.

“Of course I do.”

“Then why don’t you want to be with me?”

“I do want to be with you but what we have is complicated.”

“It’s really not, Rafe.” You got on your bike and pedaled away as quickly as possible. You didn’t greet your parents as you got home and stormed past them to your room where you finally broke down.

You loved him. Of course you loved him. But you were tired and he wasn’t willing to compromise. 

Days passed and you barely left your room. All you did was wallow in sadness and cry yourself to sleep every night. And even then you didn’t get any peace because he even filled your dreams. You couldn’t get a break.

Rafe was absolutely miserable too, lashing out at everyone, breaking furniture and punching walls. He couldn’t sleep so he sat on the balcony the whole night, occasionally doing a line or smoking something to make him feel better but it never worked, he couldn’t get the heartbreaking look of you in that parking lot out of his head. 

It was a warm summer night a couple of days after your breakup. Rafe was smoking a joint on the balcony at Tannyhill when Sarah approached him, keeping her distance just in case. She stood by the door and leaned against the frame.

“You should go after her.”

Rafe turned around and stared at his sister. “What?”

Sarah said your name and Rafe swore his heart skipped a beat, or stopped working completely. 

“Why the hell should I talk to her. She’s your friend,” he scoffed and took another hit, looking at the treeline.

“You love her.” 

His head snapped towards Sarah.

“I know, Rafe.”

“I don’t know what the fuck you think you know but you don’t. So get lost.”

“It wasn’t really hard to figure out,” she continued. “I’ve never seen you actually happy before, you know?”

“Go annoy someone else.” He looks away before taking a big breath to calm his racing heart.

“It’s not the end of the world to love a pogue, Rafe. It’s literally not that big of a deal. You’re so stupid.”

He sighed before he spoke. He couldn’t believe he was about to actually talk to Sarah of all people about this. “It’s not just that.”

Sarah raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue and explain what he meant by that.

Another sigh. “She’s the first girl I’ve ever loved and I pussied out when she told me she wanted to stop hiding.”

“Go talk to her.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“Of course it is.”

“She loves you, Rafe, for whatever reason. I hate seeing her suffer. I don’t care that much about you but your actions are what caused this. So fix it so I can have my friend back.”

“You’re so annoying, y’know that?” His blunt had run out and he put the butt into the ashtray, then pushing past Sarah into the house

“Where are you going?” She whipped around and followed Rafe down the stairs.

“Where do you think I’m going, dumbass?” 

“Say hi for me.” 

“I won’t.” He slammed the door and got in his car, making the drive across town to your house. He wasn’t even sure what he was going to say. That he’s sorry? That’s pathetic.

He stopped the car on the side of the road and walked up to your house, picking up pebbles as he went.

He threw one against your bedroom window. The sound was loud in the quiet of the night but you didn’t open the window on the first try like he had hoped.

He threw one more. And then one after that. He kept trying until you pulled open the window, staring down at him. “What the hell do you want?” you hissed.

“I love you. I was an idiot. I was a pussy and I made a big deal about something that isn’t even that important. I love you and I don’t care who knows. I want you to be mine 24/7. I knew I was going to love you from the moment I saw you at Midsummers. I’m a fucking fool and I’ve never deserved you in the first place. I’ve never deserved your love but I need it. I can’t live without your love. You’re like a drug and I cannot live without you. I can’t get you out of my damn head. I’m half the man that I could be when I’m without you. You’re the first girl I’ve ever loved and I promise I will try to be worthy of you and your love for as long as you’ll have me. I want you to be my girlfriend officially. I want to show you off and take you on dates. I want to introduce you to my dad. I just want you. I will love you in private and in public, when we’re alone and when with friends. I promise. Please, just give me another chance. I’m sorry.”

Rafe watched you disappear from the window and his heart sunk. He tried. He turned to leave but then heard the front door open and saw you sprinting towards him in your cute pajamas and messy hair.

He caught you in his arms, holding you close to his chest so tight you thought you were going to suffocate.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” you mumble against his t-shirt.

“I know.”

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

“You will have to do a lot of groveling.”

“I will, I promise.”

You raised your head from his chest, looking up at him. “Did you really mean all that?”

“I did and I do. I love you and it shouldn’t matter if we’re from the opposite sides of an island. It’s not important in the slightest because I love you and that’s all that matters.”

“Do you wanna come inside?” you asked.

“Thought you’d never ask.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you to his side as you made your way back towards the house. He pressed a lingering kiss to your hair, keeping his lips there.

“I love you, kid.”

“I love you too, baby.”

[larissareadings]

It’s okay, love.

➤ pairing: Draco Malfoy x gryff!fem!reader (house barely mentioned).

Request: None

tw: eating disorder; mentions of bullying and anxiety attack.

Note: I’ve wrote this based on personal experiences and what I needed at the time. DO NOT read this if it’s not comfortable for you. If you or someone you know is struggling with an eating disorder, please reach out for help.

English is not my native language so I’m sorry if there is any mistakes. This is my first fic ever so it might not be so good. I hope you enjoy it though.

Summary: Y/N is a keeper at the Gryffindor (barely mentioned) team, who has been developing an eating disorder and Draco Malfoy seems to be only one who noticed it.

Y/N always had problems with her body image. At her early teens at Hogwarts she used to be mocked, mostly by Pansy Parkinson and her friends, because she was too thin. When Y/N turned 14, she started gaining weight since she was eating too much due to her increased anxiety, and then she was again being mocked, except now because she was getting fat, and everyone talked about it, even when they didn’t want to be mean, saying things like “you should get on a diet”. By 16, Y/N started focusing on her weight loss journey, she was finally gonna be health, delicate and beautiful as the other girls her age.

Some months later

It was right after the quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. They won, of course, since you’ve let too many quaffles go through the goal hoops. You’re a keeper at the Gryffindor team, and you’re good at it. When you’re not dizzy anyway.

“It happened again, didn’t it?”

you heard the familiar voice behind you. It sounded soft, which was not a usual thing. You closed your locker and turned around to face Malfoy. The others had already left the locker room, so now it was just you and him.

"It happened what again, Malfoy?" you asked him, trying to sound indifferent, when you were all, but that. He had some power over you, it was irritating actually, how nervous you would get when he was around.

Malfoy has been acting weird these past few months, he didn't tease you anymore. When his friends said anything about you, he would either just leave or just stare at you, but never laugh with them, never contribute to their bullying. He was the only one in the group who said nothing about your recent weight loss. The others did. Pansy would never loose the chance to say you finally learnt to shut your mouth.

You hated that he hadn't said anything, you worried you hadn't lost enough weight for him to notice, and you wanted him to see that you could be pretty too.

He looked in you up and down, checking you, before focusing on your eyes again and said "Dizziness."

You didn't understand why he was saying this, why he would notice you feeling dizzy. "Yeah.. just a little. I'm bit distract that's all". A few seconds went by where he said nothing, just stood there looking at you. Was that concern in his eyes? You couldn't tell. "Look, uhmm, I don't know where this is coming from, but I have to go. If you have any jokes to make about me being a bad keeper, or an ugly, fat bad keeper or whatever" you noticed him flinch at that, as if it had hurt him. "say it now or leave it for tomorrow 'cause I'm really tired and just wanna go to my bed"

He walked towards you, enough for him to talk low and look closely into your eyes, making you even more nervous, and said "You have to stop this, Y/N, it's making you sick."

"I don't know what you talking about"

Now he let out a breath in disbelief. "Oh, you don't know what I'm talking about? Let my clarify to you, then, It's a very simple concept, really, I thought you would know it by now." He was actually getting angry. "In order to live, people have to eat. It's the only way to get nutrients into your body. Really, Y/N, that's basics"

"I know about that. It's a good thing I eat, then, right?'' You said also angry now with his sudden aggressiveness.

"Do you though? 'Cause what I'm seeing-" he said gesturing to your body "is a girl fading away, a girl who plays with food at lunch instead of actually eating it, a girl who who used to be a great keeper, but now can't barely stand in a broom because is too weak to do so." He could feel his heart in his throat. He was so nervous, so scared you would fall off that broom. More than he could ever admit. He was keeping his worry to himself for months, hoping you would stop, hoping someone would intervene, but no one did. People just kept either praising your weight loss or humiliating you. But he couldn't stop himself anymore, if you had got hurt today, he would never forgive himself.

You felt your heart skip a beat at that. He was worried. Really worried. You didn't know how to react. You felt seen, someone saw what you were going through. But you also felt good, reassured. So you WERE thinner, and he noticed. “You know what? I don’t get it. Weren’t you and your friends the ones who said I was too heavy to play quidditch? that my weight would slow me down? that I would fall? that the broomstick couldn’t take it?” you now had tears in your cheeks. Your vision was blured by the tears and, God, you were so tired.

Malfoly’s heart might’ve actually broke in that moment. He was so angry at everyone who didn’t notice you hurting yourself, when he was actually the who drove you into it.

‘‘I am so tired.” you kept talking now, tears rolling down your face. “Why is it never enough? I’m tired. I’m thin, I’m ugly. I’m fat, I’m ugly too, and disggusting. I need a diet. I do a diet. and now fading away? OH well, just let me be happy for once.and I am happy now, ok? I’m finally beautiful.” You were talking so fast and you were feeling so weak. Malfoy saw that, so he immediately hold you in a hug, preventing you from falling. Your head were now in his chest, and you were trying to stop crying, trying to make your heart go back to it’s normal rhythm.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, love.” He said stroking your hair. “I’m sorry” he said almost inaudible.

After a few minutes you heart and breathing were finally stable again. You detached yourself from his harms, although his hands were still in both sides of your arms. You looked up to him with watery eyes. You hated crying in front of people. "I'm sorry" you said.

"It's okay." He said again, looking back at you. Taking his hesitant hand, like he was afraid to actually break you, to clean your cheeks from the tears. "I promise".

"Why are you doing this?" you were really confused. You had never seen Malfoy this gentle and.. scared?

He caressed you cheeks while looking from your eyes to your mouth. He then joined your foreheads and spoke really low, like a whisper. “I need you, Y/N.”

“what?” you said also in a whisper. you couldn't believe what you were hearing.

“I need you, and I need you to get better. This is making me crazy. I’m scared all the time. I’m scared you’re gonna fall off the stairs, or the broom. I’m scared of you getting hurt. Please.. just- just let me help, ok? Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it. Anything.”

“Can you.. uhmm. eat? with me, I mean” you asked detaching your heads to look in his eyes.

“Sure” He said immediately. “Is that all?”

“No.” you let out a breath in relief with his answer and smile a little. “But it may be a start. I think”

“Ok.” He returned your smile. “You should probably talk with someone else, though. Someone who could help more. A professor, maybe. I’ll go with you, if you want me to.”

“Yeah.. ok. Can we go to McGonagall, then? Not now, please. When I’m ready.”

“Of course. Anyone you want, love.” He said looking back at you before you hugging him again. Letting your head rest in his chest while he stroke your hair again. This felt like home to both of you. You were so scared, but he was hopeful. He would do anything for you to feel better.

This whole not eating thing made you so tired, but it was also so addictive. You didn’t know if you could ever get better, but maybe this was a start. Having someone to lean on, someone who cared.. it certainly helped.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Is it possible to get a Husk x Butterfly Demon Reader who’s just a ray of sunshine all the time but they come home at their breaking point pissed at everyone and/or crying? It’d be interesting to see how Husk would comfort them. Love your writing by the way, it’s so nice and fun to read!

A/n: i love this! Also thank you!

A ray of sunshine, it is what everyone thought of you as. Always smiling, always there to make someone feel better. It just seemed like that you didn't even belong in hell with how kind you were.

But everyone has their breaking point and it seemed that today was yours. Lips trembling, you brushed some tears away as you made your way to the bar then sat down resting your head on the counter top as tears continued to slide down your cheeks.

You were tired of it, whats the point in being kind when you're just going to be treated like dirt. Your wings slowly curling in.

"Why the long face." Husk eyed you, he wasn't used to seeing such a sour expression on your face. It left a bitter taste in his mouth and your wings, the once bright colors seemed so dull.

"How about you shit the fu.....frick up." You sniffled burying your face into your arms again.

Husk wanted to crack some joke about that not being a real swear but seeing how sad you were, he knew he had to do something. Rubbing the back of his neck, Husk sighed stepping out from behind the bar. "Come here."

Slowly lifting your head, you sniffled a few more times seeing Husk holding out his arms for you. Biting your lip, you took a step forward then fell into his arms. Your tear stained cheeks pressing into his chest. "Why are people so cruel Husk."

"We're in Hell darlin...this place is too much of a mess for someone as sweet as you. But I just wanted you to know, seein your smilin face. Well it is making Hell a much better place to live."

Blinking back a few more tears, a smile slowly formed on your lips as you held onto him. "Thank you."

"Nah, Thank you."

[melodygatesauthor]

HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAYYYY<3 to celebrate, can i request “jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you” from the prompt list with marc??? thanks love!

What Did You Say? - Part 1 (Marc)

Marc Spector X f!Reader

Part 2 (Steven) - Part 3 (Jake)

Hadley, bb, WAAAAAAAH JEALOUS MARC IS MY WEAKNESS! I hope you liked it :) @welcometostayingawake thank you for brainstorming this with me! - Also just realized I didn't add the fucking prompt line to this one! Whoops! I'm so tired when I wrote this so apologies! The concept is there though!

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, rough sex, jealousy, crying, dacryphilia if you squint, p in v creampie

Word Count: 814

Marc was on top of you, thrusting deeply, worshiping your body like he always did. His face was buried into your neck, sucking on the soft skin there, and his hand was pinching your nipple. You squeezed Marc’s hip, trying to rile him up a bit, get him to fuck you just a little harder, but he wasn’t going for it.

“Come on babe, I had a tough day…” You urged. “I want you to really fuck me. Get mad.”

That seemed to inspire him to move a little faster, and pinch a little harder, but it still wasn’t the same, it wasn’t what you knew Jake could give you instead. You entertained Marc for a little while longer, but you sensed your lack of enthusiastic noises caused him to start getting a little soft. Marc grumbled and got off of you.

“What is it? What am I doing wrong?” He was irritated.

“I told you, I had a rough day, I keep asking you to just fuck me harder and you won’t and I’m sorry.” You stood up too. “Guess I’m just not into it tonight.”

Marc was still naked, standing by the dresser while his cock softened before your eyes.

“Why don’t you just get Jake out here? He knows how to really fuck me right, just how I need it right now.” You felt bad for saying it, but it was true. Jake knew how to turn you into putty, no matter how pissed you were after work, and that was exactly what you needed to relax.

Marc turned around slowly, his brows furrowed, eyes dark.

“Excuse me?” He asked, taking a step forward.

“Sorry, I’m just frustrated I shouldn’t have said that.”

You groaned, knowing that this meant you and Marc might fight. You exited the bedroom, deciding to get a glass of water before you took a bath. At least then you could just take care of yourself. You didn’t make it that far though. Marc was hot on your heels and he grabbed around your waist pulling you back against his chest.

“What did you say to me in there?” He asked through clenched teeth.

If he could see the little smirk you held, you knew it would infuriate him.

“Baby, it’s ok, you’re each good at different things. Jake just happens to be better at fucking me when I need someone more…in charge.”

That did it.

Within seconds, Marc was kicking a chair out of the way and pushing you down onto the table. You had your face to the side, where Marc hooked his thumb into your mouth and pressed on your cheek with his palm.

“You think Jake fucks you best? Let’s see how you feel when I’m done with you.” He was hard again, thrusting his cock into you so harshly you thought your hips might bruise on the table.

His thumb stayed in your mouth, pulling at the sides and forcing drool to spill out onto the varnish. You held on to the table tightly, feeling like you might lose your balance from how ruthless he was on your cunt. The harder he fucked you, the more you squirmed, the more you had to reposition yourself to keep from falling.

“Take it, all you can do honey is just take it.” His voice became more raw and gruff with every slap of his hips against your rear.

You moaned a distorted groan with his thumb still pulling against the skin of your cheek.

“You seeing this Jake? Huh? You seein’ how pretty our girl looks with her little pussy splitting over my cock?” You felt your cunt flutter over his girth, “mm, you feel that?”

If Jake and Steven were right there, listening in, you knew you’d be in for a long night of jealous alters both wanting a chance to prove their skills in the bedroom. For now though, Marc was fucking you to tears over the kitchen table, forcing you to make the noises he so desperately wanted to hear from you earlier.

“You crying baby girl?” He spanked your ass with his free hand, “good, let it out, you look so fucking pretty like that, crying and drooling all over the goddamn table. Let’s see Jake do that.”

Steven would be upset that the varnish got stained, but Marc clearly didn’t give a shit about that, he was too busy proving himself to the others. His pace reached an all time high as he approached his climax. While he pumped you full of his seed, you felt your cunt squeeze around his pulsating cock. You wailed into the apartment in your ecstasy while Marc was slowly running out of steam, until he eventually stopped and pulled everything out of you.

“There.” Marc tapped your asscheek. “Now we’ll see who you’re asking for the next time you have a tough night.”

Melody's Birthday Celebration - Submissions Closed

Celebration Masterlist

[lumiheartszz]

hihi this is the anon who sent the sirenbur req, i really wanna thank you for accepting my req that quickly! can i please have some wilbur (any persona) fluff where the reader is like super clingy and some other bitch flirts with wilbur and they get super mad and even more clingy and wilbur just laughs😭

also can i be 👁️ anon?

YIPPIE WELCOME 👁 ANON !!

I'm your only one, surely?

More fluff for yall :3

You clung onto Wilbur's shoulder, nuzzling in his neck. You two weren't really a big partygoer, but it's hard to refuse when the party host is one of your closest friends. You didn't EVER wanna be away from Wilbur, especially in this crowd. He held your hand tight, kissing your forehead. "Hey! Fancy seein' you here, Will!" One of the host's friends, Emilie, made their way over to Wilbur. "

Hey, Em. Nice to see you here, too." He waved, smiling at her. She was just being nice, so you simply shrugged it off, laying your forehead against his shoulder. She noticed this, obviously. "Who's this pretty lady? Never seen 'er." She asked, with... theoretically no bad intention... "this is my girlfriend, Y/N!" He smiled cheerily. He loved introducing you to his friends, he loves you, after all.

"Hi... nice to meet you, Emilie." You gave a weak smile. You were too tired to talk, but you still gave it your all. "Hahah, girlfriend? That's..." her eyes landed on you. She was smiling, but her eyes weren't being very... kind. "... nice. Anywayss, Wilburr, are you coming to the pool party this weekend?" She fluttered her eyelashes at him, smiling, and you caught on.

This wasn't right... she was being rather suspicious. Maybe you had to keep your eye on her... "oh, actually, me and Y/N have a date this Saturday. Can't come." He shrugged. "Well, you know, you could just... go on Sunday? I'm sure we'd still have some leftover barbeque and beer at that time." She leaned against him, running a hand through her hair. "He said no." You sternly stated. "And NO means NO. That's pretty clear, Emilie."

You were desperately trying not to tell her to fuck off and smack her. You can't lose your temper right now, not in front of your boyfriend. She simply rolled her eyes. "No need to be jealous, sis. I'm not like-- trying to take him from you or something." You knew it was a lie because your gut said so. You always trusted your gut.

"It's so cold in here, you know?" She hugged herself in seek of warmth, apparently. "Maybe it wouldn't be so cold if your dress wasn't so slutty." You mumbled to yourself. "Do you have a jacket or something? I'm freezingg~!" Emilie whined like a bitch. This was your breaking point. You clung onto Wilbur, burying your face in his side.

"Well, I feel cold as well. I don't really wanna take my jacket off right now." He ran a hand through his hair to fix it. "Oh, that's completely fine, hun!" Emilie giggled, playfully hitting Wilbur's shoulder. Your grip on Wilbur tightened, tears nearly falling from your eyes. His went over your shoulders, hugging you back. "You guys are soo cute together, y'know? I kinda wish I have someone tall and cute to hold me, too..." she pouted, crossing her arms. "Well, you'll find one eventually, Em. I'm rooting for you." Emilie grinned. "Thanks, honey. You know, i want a tall brunette boy like you. Your girlfriend is soo lucky to have you~" she cradled the side of her own face with her hand, looking up at him.

Her friends call for her later before she was able to continue her advances. "Aww, I gotta go, Wilby. It was nice seeing you in this party, by the way~" she winked at him before running on over to her friends. "... Wilbur..." you whisper in frustration. "What's up, love?" He looks over at you, combing his fingers through your hair. "I don't like her... I don't like Emilie." You grumbled as you put your face back into the crook of his neck.

"... no way. Are you jealous?" Wilbur snickers. After a moment of silence, he asks once more. "Angel? Are. You. Jealous?" He used his finger to tilt your face up. "... yes. Yes I am. But why wouldn't I be? She's literally hitting on you!" You crossed your arms, leaning on the wall behind you. "And you actually think her flirting would work??" He laughed, clutching his stomach. "Fuck, I--" he cut himself off with more laughs, eyes watering. "... what?" You look at him with a puzzled expression. "Shit, if I even do as much as to think about replacing an angel like you with a person like you, you might as well just kill me."

You looked at him. "So why don't you tell her to stop?" "Because, honey, she's so far up her ass that she's gaslit herself into thinking what she's doing isn't wrong. Too late to turn back." You started to nod in understanding before you clung onto his body again, like a spider does to it's web. "... remind me never to go to house parties again, please..." you tiredly mutter into his hoodie.

"You're the only girl I'll ever have eyes for, love. Only you."

Were the last words you heard before you fell asleep in his warm arms.

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[loversj0y]

HELLO! first of all, i TOTALLY adore your fics, and i LOVE reading them, and i really love your writing style! i was wondering if u can do a fic of wilbur and reader having cystic fibrosis? it's a lung disease, and ya know.. i have it, it could be based off of taylor swift's song "Soon You'll Get Better." i was reading your fics and they bring so much comfort, that's one of the reasons why i adore them! KEEP WRITING, NEVER STOP DOING WHAT YOU LOVE!!!! i support it!✨️✨️✨️💗💗

soon you'll get better

event masterlist

pairing: wilbur soot x gn! cystic fibrosis! reader

tws: hospitals, illness, brief death mention, hypochondria

notes: this one was a bit of a challenge but i did a lot of research on cystic fibrosis to hopefully get an accurate portrayal, but im sorry if it isnt! also i absolutely love this song, its devastating but so underrated imo

word count: 1.6k

taglist: @l0veb0mb1ng / @core-queen / @zooone / @lillylvjy / @melunnek

When you and Wilbur got together, you were quick to let him know about your Cystic Fibrosis. He was nervous, a consequence of not knowing much about it and his own hypochrondria. He never got totally used to it, the coughing and shortness of breath, especially on bad days. But he got better about it. He did so much research he almost seemed to know more about it than you did. He was alway particularly cautious with everything he learned, disinfecting the house as often as he could, always wearing a mask in public to protect himself. His biggest fear was getting you sick.

But illness wasn’t inevitable. In fact, it was something of a constant in your life. 

The first sign was the fatigue. It usually wasn’t good, but it was far worse today. You could barely leave bed, and Wilbur was immediately concerned. 

“Darling,” he asked softly as he came in with some soup he’d made you for lunch, “are you sure you’re alright?”

“I should be fine, Wil,” you smiled, sitting up and gently squeezing his hand, “Just a bit of a flare up. Thank you, darling.” 

He gently carded his hands through your hair and nodded, though he wasn’t totally satisfied with your answer. You weren’t totally able to stomach the soup, eating a few bites before feeling overly full. Wilbur tried to get you to eat more, but you couldn’t be bothered. He did help you get into a bath, which was wonderful since the steam helped ease your irritated sinuses and lungs, as well as your tired muscles. 

He helped you get out of the bath after, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead as he helped you into bed once more. He brought you your medicine as well, along with a glass of something orange. 

“What is this?” You chuckled softly, broken up by a bout of coughing. 

He bit his lip out of concern, handing your medicine and the glass to you once you’d calmed a bit. “It’s, uh, one of those immune drinks. Orange flavored. Figured it may help with the flare up.” 

You smiled softly, “That’s sweet of you. Thanks, love,” you took the glass and quickly took your meds, drinking the rest of the slightly sweet liquid to help ease Wilbur’s worries. It was a mostly quiet night, though broken up with coughing a bit harder than usual. 

It wasn’t a usual flare up. Two days later, and you were seeing a hyperactive version of Wilbur hypochrondria as he sat with you in the hospital. You were quite weak for a lot of the initial conversations, but you managed to catch a few quick words. Notably, ‘infection’, ‘treatment’, and some bacteria name that truthfully sounded like someone speaking another language. You put the pieces together easily. It wasn’t uncommon for you to get respiratory infections, especially when you were younger.

Wilbur handled it worse than you seemed to. When you came around fully, Wilbur was watching you. It was clear he hadn’t slept. 

“Hey, love,” you smiled softly, “fancy seein’ you here, eh?” You spoke around and tried to ignore the cannula in your nostrils.

He didn’t laugh. “How-” he cleared his throat, “How are you feeling? You,” he was tense as he spoke, clearly uncomfortable by the hospital lighting raining over you both, “You’ve been out for a day and a half.”

You sighed, and your response was cut off before it began by a round of coughing so hard it felt like your lungs were trying to escape you. “Believe it or not,” you hummed out weakly, trying to clear your throat a bit, “Not the worst. Probably, on a scale of one to ten, a four or five.”

He sighed, and you took his hand, squeezing it tightly, “I’m alright, love. This has happened before.”

“Is it alright?” He almost whined, “Darling, the doctor said if we’d waited any longer to get you here, it could’ve been deadly. You could’ve died if I didn’t decide to stay home that day. You could still die if the bacteira doesn’t clear out fast enough, I-” he was breathing quickly, clearly panicking.

“Hey, hey, Wilbur,” you held his hand a bit tighter, trying to sit up and pull him close. Once you tried to move, it was like he snapped into action, moving his chair closer and keeping you from sitting up. You coughed, a bit lighter now, and he frowned again, holding your hand once more.

“Don’t move around too much, please. You need to save your energy.” “God, Wilbur, come on. I’ll be alright. I know you’re worried, but this is new for you. This is not new for me. I know it’s serious, but I promise you, I’ll be okay. I’m stronger than I look.”

Wilbur looked at you like you were delusional, but he didn’t respond. You reached your hand forward, lightly fixing his hair.

“You haven’t been taking care of yourself,” you noted, gently placing your hand on his cheek.

He chuckled sardonically, “You are possibly the only person who would literally be hospitalized and worry more about me instead.”

You smiled fondly, “I’m used to all this,” you gestured at yourself and the hospital equipment scattered around you, “I’m also used to being there for you. And that’s not changing just because I’m here. C’mon,” you shifted, and Wilbur whined, standing and trying to help you.

“What are you doing, darling? Let me help.”

“I want to scoot over,” you shifted again, another round of coughing hitting you strongly, “‘n give you space to lay here with me.”

“You shouldn’t-” he sighed, not even really bothering to continue arguing. He moved his arms under you, gently moving you over, “I’m not supposed to be in there with you. The nurses-”

“I don’t care what the nurses say. I’m the ill one, so they have to let me do what I want. Now, come here. I want to hold you.”

He chuckled softly, carefully lying down next to you. He was a bit too tall for the bed, feet hanging off ever so slightly. But regardless, you curled up against his side, kissing his chest lightly. 

“I know you’re scared for me,” you spoke quietly, “but I promise you, it’s just a bad deal. I’ll be out sooner than you think.”

He nodded softly, kissing the top of your head. He managed to fall asleep a few minutes later, and you went with him. 

You were not out “sooner than you’d think”. It took a week before you were released. It was a grim week, doctors telling you about “Pseudomonas aeruginosa” and trying different things, from oxygen masks to humidifiers to loosen the mucus, to numerous medications. Wilbur wasn’t allowed to stay in bed with you the whole time, but he was always by your side.

“You know,” you’d told him one day, both of you eating some random cafeteria food, “I think when we get back home, we should paint the kitchen.”

“Oh, yeah?” He smiled, but the tenseness surrounding his opinion of hospitals and illness in general didn’t fade away, “What color?”

You smiled cheekily, “Well, now, hear me out. I’m thinkin’ like… a neon pink.”

He laughed, sputtering a bit, “Neon pink? Why?”

“I just think it’d be a good way to brighten our days. I mean, imagine,” you paused, coughs leaking into your words, “we wake up, it’s raining outside, right? We go to make coffee, and bam! Instead of a normal, boring kitchen, our days have gone from cold and gloomy to bright and exciting.”

He laughed a bit, gently playing with your hair, “Hm, maybe. We’ll consider it, once you’re back home.”

You smiled at the note of him acknowledging that you’d be coming home. 

That night you hadn’t been able to sleep, body wracked with coughing all night as nurses and doctors alike worked to try and find a solution.

The next day was better. Mid day, you sat halfway down the bed, Wilbur sitting behind you. He’d brought some hair products since you’d complained about how dry your hair felt from the hospital’s shampoo and conditioner. He carefully combed through your hair, helping apply a leave-in conditioner to help your hair. A nurse walked in with your medication, but you smiled upon seeing her. She was one of the nicer nurses, went by the name Puffy. She never made Wilbur move out from bed, and you quickly preferred her to the other nurses. 

“Alright, it’s meds time, kiddo,” she joked lightly, bringing in your medication and a glass of water.

You reached for it, Wilbur briefly stopping his hair brushing. The medicine wasn’t hard to take, thankfully you’d gotten quite used to it over the years. She smiled, speaking while you took it.

“Last night was a scare for sure, but, you’re getting better. I suspect a few more days before they get you out of here.”

You smiled at her, “Hey, if we give it a bit longer, I could hit a new personal record.”

She laughed at that, but Wilbur clearly didn’t appreciate the joke, one hand coming to wrap around your lower waist. 

She left shortly after, but Wilbur didn’t move from his place against you. 

“You’ll get better,” he murmured softly, placing a gentle kiss on your head, “Soon, you’ll get better.” He kissed your head again, wrapping his arms further against you. You leaned back into him fully, sighing and letting yourself relax.

When you did get released from the hospital, Wilbur was there for everything. He got your medications, making sure he had a timer set for exactly when you needed to take the antibiotics. He took care of you every step of the way, making sure to be by your side. With his help, it wasn’t long before the infection cleared up, and his earlier words, his notion of getting better, were soon a reality. 

[thicctails]

Scales, Claws, And Other Signs Of Fatherhood

a little while back, i said that i'd like to write a crossover between my SW Dragon Batch AU and Canon, so this is a little test for that! If you like this, and would like to see more, please let me know! I'd love an excuse to write baby 'mega again.

The last soft, orange-tinted rays of dying light were just beginning to dip behind Corruscant's horizon as the members of Clone Force 99 sauntered out of their beloved ship, the Havoc Marauder. The enhanced clones had been invited out to 79's by one of their reg brothers, Commander Cody, a rare treat and one that they were eager to take their ori'vod up on. Tech, especially, was thrilled that he was going to have the opportunity to meet General Anakin Skywalker face to face. According to Cody, the 212th's general had heard about their exploits, and had mentioned them to his former Padawan. Apparently, the man had been very impressed, and had specifically asked to go be introduced the next time they were both planetside.

As they exited the ship hanger, the batch was greeted by the familiar faces of their brothers, Rex and Cody, as well as someone they'd only seen on holos or from a distance.

"General Skywalker," Hunter greeted, extending a hand, "It's nice to finally meet you."

"You must be Hunter. It's nice to meet you too." the Jedi replied with a smile, "Please, just call me Anakin. We're all equals here!"

The two men shook hands, and something in the air shifted.

A full-body shiver wracked Anakin's body, and his face scrunched in confusion as the Force surged with some unknown feeling. Even the clones, who were not in tune with the Force, felt a prickle of unnatural energy rush through them, the hairs on the back of their necks standing on end.

"General, what's-!" Rex started, but was cut off by a blinding explosion of light. The air crackled with energy, and all of the men flinched as their ears popped unexpectedly, their bodies becoming overwhelmed by a feeling of pins and needles that infected every muscle, leaving them unable to hold themselves upright.

Then, as quickly as it had come, the feeling dissipated.

Hunter managed to right himself first, groaning as he pushed himself up onto his knees. To his left, he heard something shift, a new heartbeat joining the six he already heard, not counting his own. It was slower than their racing pulses, yet it was slowly getting faster, like someone rousing from a deep sleep. Forcing his eyes open, the clone Sergeant turned his head.

Tech lay on the ground before him, his signature goggles missing from his face. He was dressed in a casual black shirt and dark gray pants, and he had a small, cream-coloured blanket strewn across his shoulder.

Hunter blinked, shook his head slightly, then glanced over his shoulder at the spot where his brother should be.

Tech was stirring from his place on the ground, still clad in his armor with his goggles firmly in place over his eyes.

"Ooough... I think I hit my head. 'm seein' double" Wrecker croaked, running a hand across his face. Hunter stiffened at the realisation that it was not just him that could see the Other Tech. General Skywalker, Cody and Rex were also up now, all three staring at the newcomer with saucer-wide eyes.

"You're not the only one." Crosshair hissed, reaching for his spare blaster.

The Other Tech shifted again, his nose wrinkling in irritation. It was an expression Hunter knew exceedingly well, having seen it time and time again on his batchmate's face.

"Wrecker, Crosshair, if you two wake Omega, I'll skin you both." the Other Tech grumbled sleepily, no real malice to his tired voice.

The sniper and demolition expert gave each other wide-eyed stares, before looking to their leader for some kind of advice or plan. Hunter, for his part, gave them an equally confused face.

"Tech?" he tried carefully.

"Yes?" twin voices replied to his gruff voice, something that caused both clones to become alert at last.

Tech and Other Tech nearly mirrored each other in the way they sat up, eyes wide and filled with equal parts curiosity and caution. Their heads tilted in sync.

"Fascinating." they spoke in perfect harmony, something that made both of them start in surprise.

Other Tech broke the parroting first, squinting at his counterpart first, before letting his gaze flick to the rest of the group, his mouth setting in a tight line. "Hmm, I don't suppose I'm lucky enough that this is all some kind of elaborate dream or hallucination?"

"Uh, no?" Anakin managed out, still recovering from the effect of feeling reality rip itself apart and stitch itself back together all around him.

Other Tech sighed. "I thought not. You're all too young for that to make much sense."

Once those words had been spoken, Hunter realised that Other Tech did look older than his vod'ika. He had the beginnings of a few laugh lines, and there was a look in his eye that spoke of wisdom his counterpart had yet to gain. Questions swirled in his mind, but one stood out among all the rest.

"Who's Omega?"

Other Tech stared at him for a moment, before shaking himself.

"Ah, yes, I had almost forgotten that there had been a time before we had a daughter. I suppose you wouldn't recognise her-"

Hunter's brain had nearly short-circuited at the word daughter, but he quickly pulled himself together as he watched his older-younger brother's face go from sleepy and fond to panic-stricken as he touched the blanket on his shoulder. Instantly, Other Tech was on his feet, whirling around as he searched for something, or, rather, someone that he clearly believed should be there.

"Oh Gods, not again." his voice cracked dangerously, his breath hitching in panic.

Hunter forced his legs to work, his elder batchmate instincts kicking in. He knew the signs that Tech was about to have a panic attack, and it seemed as though time had not changed them. Around him, his vode pulled themselves out of their shock and stood as well, not knowing exactly what they should do in this situation. Tech, especially, seemed lost, mouthing the word 'daughter' to himself in disbelief.

"Hey, vod, breathe. It's okay, we're okay, and you're okay." Hunter soothed, "I'm going to put my hand on your shoulder, is that okay?"

Instead of the jerky nod or head shake he was used to, Other Tech whipped around and snarled at him, his teeth fang-like and wicked sharp as he bared them. His pupils had narrowed into slits, and Hunter could see glittering grey scales beginning to dot his brother's face.

"It is not okay!" he snapped, and Hunter stumbled back a few steps as a pair of wings suddenly formed on the other clone's back, leathery and tipped with ivory claws.

There was real anger in Other Tech's voice, but what Hunter really heard was fear, raw and almost palpable. The sudden turn that this already bizarre situation had taken made Hunter feel afraid too, not that he'd ever admit it.

It must have shown on his face, however, because Other Tech stepped back, his pupils rounding out again as he drew his wings in close to his body.

"I- I apologise. You have no way of understanding the situation I have just come from, but that does not give me the right to bare my teeth at you." he said, sounding genuinely sorry.

"WHAT THE KRIFF ARE THOSE?!" Wrecker shouted, having put himself between Crosshair and Tech, who were, like everyone else, staring at the two new appendages that had just sprouted from the other man's back.

Other Tech blinked at the question, before slowly extending a wing towards the group, one eyebrow raised. "My... wing? Wrecker, are you feeling alright?"

"Why do you have wings?" Cody barked, causing the other to shrink back at his 'I'm so done with this banthashit' tone of voice.

"Why do I- is that meant to be some kind of joke? I'm afraid I'm not the best with humour." Other Tech frowned. "We all have wings, I am not the exception here."

Hunter swallowed hard, stepping towards this strange, otherworldly version of his little brother. "Actually, vod, you are."

Other Tech stared at him, eyes wide.

"You- you're just human? All of you?!"

"Yes?" Hunter replied, becoming more and more convinced he was the one hallucinating by the second.

"What else would we be?" Anakin asked.

Other Tech looked at everyone, eyes searching for some kind of lie, some hint that they were all joking. When he found one, he exhaled hard, pinching the space between his eyes before speaking.

"Dragon shifters. Where I'm from, we're all dragon shifters."

[mrsstan21]

If Only He Knew

GIF credit: @teabights

Doug Penhall x Reader 

A/N: As much as I adore Officer Tom Hanson, I also adore Officer Doug Penhall just as much lol. Since getting back into writing and watching the 21 Jump Street series I don’t see a whole lot of Doug Penhall fanfiction. So here’s a quick drabble! Hope you all enjoy :) 

Warnings: None! just fluff

Word Count: 1,047 :)

A day in the life of an undercover cop usually meant late night stake outs on a crooks hiding spot. Or in some cases, trying to blend in with the rest of the average day folk while trailing behind a potential suspect. 

No where in the job description did it mean dressing up as a seventeen year old party girl attending the local high school. 

Only Jump Street Chapel of course. 

I was fixing my very short skirt by my open locker when suddenly the door was slammed shut. 

I jumped as an instinct and saw a pair of green beady eyes examining me from head to toe. 

Jake Russel was the captain of the Riverbank High School’s football team. A classic jock, ladies man, and potential drug dealer. 

About a month ago we got a tip that some of the local high schoolers were found dead by their parents. 

Cause of death: drug overdose 

Captain had put me and Penhall together and with some assistance from the local sheriffs department they lead us to Riverbank High. 

“So good lookin’ you coming to my party tonight” 

Russel leans in from his flirty stance and corners me in-between the lockers. 

I wanted to hit’em where the sun doesn’t shine. 

“Of course silly! Where there’s a party I’m always there” I tired to match his tone of flirting while focusing on his letterman jacket. 

“Will this party have fun things to do” I finally meet his eyes only to see him staring at my chest. 

“Of course…there will be lot’s of new things to try if you know what I mean”.

He takes a step closer and the gap that was between us no longer existed. 

I wanted nothing more than to shove this kids face against theses lockers. But before I could speak, my prayer had been answered. 

I watched as Russels face was pressed ever so hard against the metal of the locker doors. He tried to escape the persons gasp, but it was a failed attempt. 

No one could escape the wrath of Doug Penhall. 

“I see you touching my girlfriend again I will personally break your arms in half. Am I clear?” 

Doug’s tone was laced in venom as he harshly spoke into Russels ear. Even with half his face smushed I could see the fear in his eyes. 

Where’s I can see the possessiveness in Doug’s. 

“Yes…” Russel whispered before Doug eventually let him go. 

He made no effort to try to fight back considering Doug was twice his size. He wouldn’t stand a chance anyway. 

I felt Doug wrap his arm around my waste and lead me away. 

His touch alone lit a fire on my skin. 

We made it into the locker room with no one in sight. 

I crossed my arms over my chest and gave him a pointed look. 

“What?” He asked surprised. 

“Doug I didn’t get much information out of him besides there would be a party tonight”. 

He looked down at the floor for a moment before making eye contact with me again. 

His stare was more intense and somehow always gave me butterflies. 

I knew Doug since we started the academy together. We eventually got close and bonded with one another. Upon graduation we were offered joint positions at Jump Street Chapel as undercover cops. 

It didn’t come to anyone’s surprise that we became partners. 

Everyone at the chapel calls us “partners in crime”, because we make a really good team. 

Even outside of work Doug is one of my best of friends. Every Friday night we go to the movies and then head to Carla’s for ice cream. 

We know each other's deepest secrets, desires, and interests. We come from a similar background, as we both know what it’s like to loose someone we love. 

Our bond over the years has only gotten stronger. And lately for me, that bond has taken a much different course. 

I don’t know when it started, but lately I’ve been seeing Doug in a new light. One where my heart skips a beat and I find myself blushing at all his complements towards me. 

Hobbs has noticed my strange demeanor when I’m around him and has called me out on it. 

I’ve tried to ignore it, but when he does things like this…it becomes a challenge. 

“I’m sorry it’s just…he was getting handsy and I lost my cool”. 

His tone was smooth and soft. He let out a small smile and I noticed one of his dimples popping out. 

Why is he so cute….

“You know I can handle myself, besides you’re supposed to play the ‘not so caring boyfriend’ so I can get closer to Ryan” I pointed out. 

When Captain mentioned we’d be playing a couple I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water on me. 

Doug of course didn’t see the issue. 

I was by no means necessary prepared for the occasional hand holding, sweet nothings he’d whisper in my ear, and the occasional kiss on the tip of my nose. 

Sure Doug and I have hugged before, and sometimes he kisses my check. 

But this time around was a whole new experience for me. 

One I wish was a reality. 

“I know, I know you can take care of yourself, but you’re my best friend Y/N and no creep is going to  disrespect my partner on my watch”. ‘

I was so torn. 

It’s sweet that he wants to protect me, but it also hurts to know that he’s only doing it because he’s being a good partner. 

“Thank you anyways Doug, you always have my back” I smiled trying to hide the fact that my checks suddenly felt warmer. 

He stares me at me for a moment before taking steps towards me.

I can suddenly hear how fast my heart is beating. 

He takes my hands in his and rubs his thumbs over my knuckles.  

“You matter a lot to me Y/N, I wouldn’t know what I’d do without you” he looked into my eyes and spoke with such sincerity. 

“You mean a lot to me too” I whispered. Afraid if I spoke any louder my voice would crack. 

If only he knew the reality of my words.

That I was falling in love with him. 

[distressed-demon]

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#5

Uh

POV you go to a con and come across someone with the same cosplay as u

23 notes - Posted September 8, 2022

#4

Please I spent like 5 hours on this my finger hurts so bad

25 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

#3

Finding your Blorbo on other parts of the internet, in which you'd never expect to see your Blorbo is such a wonderful experience

But they're right, boy can he meow!!!

31 notes - Posted September 8, 2022

#2

Medic x Sniper

Prompt from Discord: Skinny Dipping

Warnings: None (that I can think of? It's all very SFW and doesn't go into any detail)

When Ludwig agreed to accompany Mundy on a camping trip, he didn't expect the Bushman to suggest they go skinny dipping.

To be fair, the Kiwi made a few fair points; "S'not like anyone's gonna take a gander at us, we're the only people for miles around!! An' it's dark now, so it's not gonna be like we're seein' much."

The doctor had agreed. In fact, he was the first of the two of them to slip into the chilly river they'd (read: Sniper) set up camp next to. He pounced at his partner when Sniper waded in, the duo giggling brightly in the cool water, the moonlight casting them in a silvery light.

They shared tender touches, gentle words and sweet nothings. Small promises and careful kisses. Compliments were exchanged, and quiet reassurances.

It's quiet out here, Medic thought lazily as Mundy trailed kisses down the back of his neck. Peaceful, and charming. With nothing to bother us.

And as much as he would have loved to savor the moment, Sniper forced his head beneath the water, prompting another round of rough play.

Ludwig took particular notice to how animalistic the Kiwi was. He'd playfully growl, and show off those fangs he sported. It wasn't uncommon for him to surprise the doctor, as he moved through the water without creating hardly a ripple. It reminded Medic of a crocodile, and it put him at slight unease.

Until, of course, Sniper slowed down for a moment, letting Ludwig take a moment to appreciate his boyfriend.

Mundy was lithe, not skinny. His muscles were nicely toned, and he'd clearly endured some physical labour in his life. He was nicely tanned, as well as a fair amount of hair, which complimented his skin tone, at least in Ludwig's mind. The German also took notice to the way the Kiwi's bones were still visible beneath the skin, creating edges and contours that, were this any other place, or time, Medic would have loved to follow with a precise, careful touch.

But, for now, he had to be content with just the sight of his lover; the roughish, lone wolf with a kind soul and laid-back demeanor. The man who would always listen to Medic rant, even if he didn't have any idea what the German was on about. The man who was always so quick to comfort him, and compliment him, and love him, unconditionally, with everything he had.

The thought had brought tears to the doctor's eyes.

But all too soon, they had to stop, their bodies sore and tired from their romp in the river. So that's why they're here, wearing nothing but boxers and a blanket as they sat together at the edge of a fire, warming up a bit and getting ready for bed.

Ludwig turned his head, burying his face in Sniper's neck. "I'm glad you invited me out here, schatz. This was... The most wonderful way to spend time with you. I couldn't have asked for anything else. Today... Today was perfect."

Mundy smiled, carefully helping the doctor to lay down so their eyes fell to the swathe of stars in the sky. "Of course, Snapdragon. You mean the world to me. I love you... More than I can ever say."

As they shared a few more lazy, tired and loving words, they finally succumbed to slumber, their bodies resting perfectly against each other, like two halves of a whole.

[Anyways if this doesn't make any sense do tell me, in running on very little sleep here and I want feedback before I post this to Teufort Shenanigans]

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My #1 post of 2022

Anyways this morning I've come to a delightful conclusion:

Dr. Edward Richtofen CAN and WILL sign important legal documents in glitter gel pen

Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk

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[marsgod]

HIII! I'm that silly lil' anon who asked how many matchups you have :] But like, bro, writing two at once? I would get so lost doin' that LMAO Is it alr if I ask for an Obey Me matchup? Preferably a queerplatonic one since I'm Aroace, but if you just wanna do romantic that's alr! (Also I've been seein' that you're gettin' a lot of matchups for your other fandoms so why not switch it up a bit! :D) I'm a really quiet person, preferring nonverbal communication, but I'm also timid around people.

My friends say I'm really caring and funny, i noticed that I'm usually a parental figure to people younger then me, but I'm not the best at caring for myself. I definitely do care too much for people/animals, even objects sometimes. I like water a lot, it's especially good for sensory issues so I find it really nice. I'm also into creepy things, it's been my special interest since I was a lil kiddo !

I guess it would be important to mention things like my bad memory and obliviousness to my surroundings. I focus too much on things rather than barely focusing at all. I'm also not active at all, I'm super low energy (physically) and I tire myself out a lot, though I have a pretty energetic personality. My ways of showing affection are physical touch and quality time! I'm super touch starved tho </3 as most of us on this site are /j

I don't like traveling too much, going places im unfamiliar with is usually something I avoid. I also hate ovens, I HAVE NO IDEA WHY BUT IM LIKE- SO SCARED OF OVENS? Reaching in them freaks me out LMAO, same with heated metals. I should also mention that people being angry in any way will make me panic, my lil' pea brain does loops around my skull whenever someone around me is angry, especially when it's someone I care about but I can't help them. Probably the 'tism workin' with past experiences /lh Also I can't see myself bein' human, I'm kinda otherkin so I guess that would translate into me not being human in Obey Me? If that makes sense? I don't know what I'd be though

This is the closest I can get to a picrew lookin' like me irl, idk if this would be important or not </3 BUT ty for your time, you don't gotta answer if it seems like a lot! Also keep takin' care of yourself, you're doin' great, broski! :D

╰┈➤ I’d match you with…Belphegore!

you don’t like traveling? going places? absolutely amazing points, you should definitely just get a movie or book and let him use you as a pillow

he doesn’t talk too much anyways, usually too tired or just not wanting too so Belphie gets it dw

too lazy to keep an eye on an oven, ya’ll can use Beelzebub

He gets angry, but most of the time he’s %100 more likely to just lock himself in the attic and come back out on his own terms

will lie face down in water with a snorkel and sleep like that if he could, he really like the feeling of water but has hardly any desire to stay up long enough to actually *shudder* exercise staying up

if you treat him like a kid, he’s gonna play the spoiled brat and mock ask you to get snacks like a child (using broken words, stuff like that)

If you’re a human he might be a bit more distant with you, just still a bit awkward

if you’re an angel then he really likes to tease and mess with your wings, but he’ll preen them for you if needed

will grab your tail while you in demon form (like holding hands but he just doesn’t feel like paying attention)

[lupinsfavslytherin]

8-14-23 Dream Log 

This story started out as a dream log, in the my own POV. But i wanted there to be a resolution to the story, so there is an addition POV from the officer's perspective. As you can see by the date, its from a while ago. I was in a dark place at this point in time. Not saying that I'm out of it. Just slowly climbing the walls I've put up. NGL, the second pov is a bit hectic but I hope yall like my writing.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Panic attack, Angst.

Y/N’s POV:

It was chilly outside tonight, so I waited in my family’s van. I was waiting for my date that would be accompanying me to dinner. He was a nice fellow. We chatted to each other through a dating app that my sister pressured me into downloading. We agreed to meet each other here at the restaurant . Once it had been an hour passed I knew he wasn’t coming. He was too good to be true. I had messaged him multiple times through the app, but no such luck. I sighed, putting my head down. Damnitt! I threw my phone to the passenger seat and put the van into reverse. Speeding out of the parking lot, I was thinking of what else I could do. 

I went to the art museum where my cousin had some pieces being presented. Just as I arrived she had a box of her stuff and she was heading to her car. Apparently she was let go from the position and her boss placed someone else’s pieces up. She also scowled at me and flipped me off. I looked beyond her, and the rest o f my family had sour looks on their faces as well. I asked what was the matter, but no one said anything. 

I didn’t know what to do, I didn't want anyone to see me cry. So I hurriedly backed out of my spot and tried turning out of the circle of parked cars. God damnit! Why was this parking lot so confusing? I tried turning the wheel once I saw the way to turn out of the lot. But it wouldn’t budge. The van kept going straight. I finally managed to turn a little bit, but not before scraping the corner of some incorporation’s van. Then I was lurched forward when my own hit the curb and onto the flowerbed between the different lots. Shit I was going to have to pay for all this stuff, wasn’t I? I tried backing out, but someone else's car followed behind me, and I hit them as well. Oh my God! Could this get any worse?? I floored it out to the next parking lot and parked my car. I could barely breathe, so I jumped out and ran towards the building. 

Before I could get to the doors, I saw a canister of something being thrown towards me. It released a cloud of smoke and gas. Now I really started panicking and ran to the side, up to the garden on the roof. My head and heart were pounding. There were different steps, I had to go down to get to the lilac bushes. I stopped myself once I got there. I felt something wet on my hands, wiping my face. I had already started crying on the way. Damnit. I couldn’t stop myself from letting more tears fall. Holding onto the railings I curled myself over. I smelled the lilacs and it helped the tiniest bit. But the tears wouldn't stop. I heard footsteps and looked over. There was a scruffy man with a police vest on. 

“No please! Stay away!” I cried out. I just wanted to be alone. I could barely see as  another man stepped down behind him before I turned to shrink myself down into a ball. I was bawling now, unable to hear over my cries and the synched pounding rhythm my head matched to my heart. I was so tired of everything and everyone. I just wanted to be home.

Tom Hanson’s POV:

“She ‘s hysterical sir!” My officer mentioned. I looked over her trembling form.

“Go ahead and help the others with everyone else’s statement. I got her.” I told my colleague. He wavered his eyes back and forth between me and the girl, unsure. “Don’t worry I’ll be fine. She’s only scared.” That motivated him to listen, so I turned my eyes back to the girl, as he went back down to the scene.

“Please. Please. Please. I just want to go home.” She sobbed out, before gulping for air. She was having a panic attack. Upon seeing her state, Tom’s hardened police exterior softened, empathetic and concerned. "Miss, my name’s Lieutenant Tom Hanson, but you can call me Tom." Tom softly spoke, stepping closer, his voice a mixture of authority and concern. Y/N’s breathing fastened, her glance darted around, and her palms grew clammy. Experiencing her first major panic attack, she felt the world slipping away. Tom recognized what was happening immediately. Years of police work did more than harden him; they made him sensitive to the human struggles he encountered daily. It wasn't a thick skin he wore, but one permeable to compassion.

Taking on the role of a protector and guide, he started speaking comfortingly to Y/N, "You're safe here, Miss. I need you to do something for me. Can you do that?" Still gasping for breath, she nodded slightly, the undulating sea of fear in her eyes indicating her distress. "I need you to close your eyes and take a deep breath. Can you do that for me?” There on the cold, glowing rooftop, a beacon of warmth was emerging. Its source wasn't coming from the towering lamps of the museum, but the shared humanity nestled between a distressed suspect and a caring officer. Y/N closed her eyes and was guided through deep breaths. Her trembling started to slow. Gradually, the intensity of her panic attack began to subside. Tom’s soothing voice was a steady rhythm in the discordant symphony of her chaotic mind. And there it was, the bridge - a simple human connection amid the complexity of law. Once Y/N was stable, Tom led her gently to a bench and got her a bottle of water. He even convinced the precinct to let him personally handle her case, given her mental state. "Thank you, Tom," Y/N's voice was thankfully softer, filled with gratitude and a newfound strength. Tom simply smiled back, reaffirming that beneath the coat of justice, sometimes what was needed was a human touch. His simple act of empathy reshaped that bleak evening into a story of compassion and kindness. So, there in the City Museum’s garden, a concerned officer transcended his blue uniform to offer a shield - not just of law and order, but of empathy and understanding. His act was not monumental, but for Y/N, it was life-altering. And sometimes, that's all that mattered.

[goreflush]

okay i’m moving toga, unofficial reboot

[aeroknot]

y’all...... i am so tired of shipping drama and discourse.......... this close to combusting at the next bullshit “hot take” i see so vehemently moralizing which fictional character screws which other one.... call out (discuss) racism, call out (discuss) homophobia and fetishizing within reason, sure, but not just reactionary thinly-veiled groveling for “woke points” or seeming “funny” to shit all over someone else’s good time; learn what the fuck “““pedophilia””” / csa actually is instead of freaking out over age differences between adults and just....... get the fuck over yourselves. it’s a new decade in two months like, Do Better

[celestialmancer]

Y’know come to think of it 

With how I’ve spent all my life going through literal hell & back...

Being judged over any oc/self insert x canon shit rly is just the least of my worries lmao

[polarisbibliotheque]

Dante & Vergil being sick and their s/o taking care of them

Pairings: Dante x Reader; Vergil x Reader

Summary: Who would've ever thought the children of Sparda could get sick just like humans did? Having learnt to deal with this on their own, it was the very first time they would actually be cared for - at least for once.

WARNING: Dante and Vergil have a fever and the reader puts them in a shower to get the temperature down. Nothing happens, it's just one taking care of the other, but, naturally, Dante and Vergil are naked during this part. There isn't any NSFW description, but if it bothers you, feel free to skip it ;)

Author's notes: I figured we have them taking care of their s/o when sick, Vergil and his s/o taking care of sick Nero, so why not Dante and Vergil receiving some love? While I was having some bad health days and going through an exam that required sedation and such, I realized how much it matters when I have someone by my side caring for me while I'm not at my best. I guess Dante and Vergil wouldn't really know how that feels like and found it interesting thinking about their reaction while being taken care of for a change.

Dante

“Ok, big guy. You definitely don’t look good.”

“Heh, I’m fine…!”

You just raised one of your eyebrows while staring at the half-demon in front of you.

Dante had just woken up and still looked tired. It was afternoon already and, even if he wasn’t an early riser, Dante usually didn’t enjoy waking up too late. He also didn’t keep his sleeping pants on for too long, but there he was wearing his graphite gray sweats and a couple of fluffy slippers you gave him on his birthday – sleeping with shirts on, as he would say himself, was forbidden.

Nevertheless, there he was, sporting your too-big-for-your-frame red silk, Japanese style robe, adorned with colorful flowers, carps and golden intricate patterns. Still open and hanging lazily on his shoulders, but it wasn’t common for him to put something on in the mornings… Out of cold?

It wasn’t even that cold.

“You’re wearing a robe, which almost counts as a shirt. That is wrong.” You pointed out, leaning on the kitchen counter, following his movements with your eyes.

“I know ya love seein’ me half-naked, hot stuff…” And Dante winked at you – which would’ve been lovely if his sky-blue eyes weren’t lined with a filigree of pinkish red, adorned with a cloud of subtle purple. It seemed like he didn’t have a good night sleep in days. “But this mornin’ is kinda chilly. You gonna have to settle for this, babe.”

As he spoke, Dante ran his free hand on the skin showing from his chest – the other busy in trying to find his mug for a hot morning drink.

‘Morning’.

“I can always settle for you wearing my fancy robe, but…” And you approached him, taking the mug filled with drawings of little happy strawberries he loved so much – sitting right in front of his distracted eyes. “You look like hell, Dante. It isn’t even that cold today.”

“Ya know, I…”

But Dante was interrupted by running away from you in order to have enough room for one of his scandalous sneezes without hitting you as collateral damage.

“You were saying…?” You leaned by the counter again, a contempt and calm smile bright in your lips as he just looked back at you, clearly annoyed.

Bantering to the point of annoying Dante was a feat in itself – only Vergil could get to that point and only if he pressed the right buttons. Needless to say, the Dark Slayer praised this natural ability you had.

“Look. This isn’t my first rodeo. I know how to take care of myself, y/n.” Now Dante was serious, and both your eyebrows were raised in awe: that was another outstanding feat from you – even have him call you by your name instead of one of his many cute nicknames. “You’re worrying for nothin’, babe, really. Trust me when I say it isn’t serious, ok?”

You sighed, looking back at your huge half-demon lover, suddenly so stoic in that bright silk clothing. It was a sight to see, to be honest.

“Ok… But.” And you pointed at him. “If you get worse, I’ll be taking the reins, cowboy.”

“Alright…!” Dante responded in his usual sing song manner, playfully striking your chin in the process. “You won’t need to, sheriff!”

He would soon come to regret that statement.

*

If mess had a name, that would be ‘Dante’.

He found himself tossed on the couch, sitting like a bag of potatoes that was just left there. His head leaning back, he’d be able to stare at the ceiling if his eyes weren’t closed. Still wearing his pajama’s pants, Dante didn’t even take your robe off to put on his usual navy-blue shirt – if Lady saw him like that, she’d certainly be taken back to the day they first met.

Only he used to wear a red leather long coat, not your colorful robe filled with carps and golden filigrees.

“Dante…?” You were coming down the stairs, having just put on your normal clothes in order to buy some groceries you were missing for the next week. Seeing your red devil in that state during a sunny afternoon outside, though, was mildly concerning to say the least. “Ei, love…? Are you alright…?”

“Peachy…” Was the only thing he murmured, barely paying attention to your words. You furrowed your brows, immediately walking up to him.

Now, Dante was usually hotter than the average person – you learnt that with time, and he explained a bit about his body temperature the first time he got sick. As you approached him, you could see how his forehead and chest were glistening with a thin coat of sweat – and it took a lot to make him even start sweating.

Placing your hand on his forehead, you could safely say Dante was on fire.

“Oook, cowboy. You’re definitely not alright.”

“I’ve been…” He murmured back, slightly opening his tired eyes without even moving his head. “Worse… Don’t…”

“If you tell me not to worry, I’m calling Trish to kick your ass.” Not that you couldn’t do it yourself. But Trish had lived enough with Dante to act like his sister – plus, she had the perk of looking like Eva. It was like bringing Dante’s mother from Heaven itself to scold him into allowing himself to be taken care of. “If you saw yourself right now, you’d know why I’m worrying about you. C’mon, cowboy.”

With those words, you wrapped one of Dante’s arms around your neck and used yours to go around his torso, trying to make him lay down on the couch.

Trying, because Dante was knowingly huge. Laying down that half-demon brick house wasn’t an easy task – you obviously wouldn’t give up, but having someone else around would most certainly be helpful.

Again, Trish was amazing to drag Dante around – she made it seem like his weight was nothing.

“Ok, big guy. Legs up, c’mon.” You let him go for a while, only to help him put his limp legs on the couch. The huge, leather, black couch of the Devil May Cry was big enough to fit half of the crew with a lot of space in between – but having Dante lay down on it? Well, it wasn’t big enough for your red devil. “Phew. You’re quite heavy, you know…?”

“Babe… I can…” Once again, though, Dante’s words were interrupted by one of his own sneezes. You could swear the whole neighborhood could hear him sneeze. “I’ll… Take a shower…”

“No, you won’t. At least not without me around.” You fixed his legs comfortably on the couch, only to wrap your arms around him again to pull Dante in a better position. He looked terribly uncomfortable if you didn’t do a little bit of work to help him. That would count as your exercises for the day. “You’re burning, babe. I’ve never felt you so hot.”

“I’d… Disagree, ya know…” And, even if he wasn’t at his best, Dante still managed to flash you a sexy look – or at least try to.

“You’re the worst, Dante.” Even if you scolded him, though, you had a smile on your lips, leaning in to quickly kiss him, making Dante mirror your expression. “I’ll go get some pills and a thermometer. If you need me, just scream, ok?”

“No worries.” He calmly smiled back as you took his hair away from his damp forehead, checking his temperature in the process. It was funny to you how he resembled Vergil so much when you brushed his hair back like that – they were a lot more similar than they thought. “I… Won’t go anywhere, babe.”

“Oh, good. It’d be hell to hunt down a sick volcano devil through town.” With those words, Dante laughed a bit, closing his eyes in the process while you left your place by his side to search for the things you needed to take care of him.

Dante definitely wasn’t used to that. All his life, he spent his days and nights alone in the Devil May Cry – heaven knows how many times he got burning fevers like that, barely able to get up, trembling on a corner and hoping it would just pass. He had learnt to take care of himself, yes, even keeping a couple of medicines at the shop – but, whenever he got like that, it took him a lot of energy and will to get to the pills and take them on his own, sitting under the water in the shower and praying to whoever would hear him he didn’t need a hospital.

It wasn’t like Dante could go into the ER and say “hey, I’m a half-demon with a fever and I need help”. Most people would be scared, doctors most certainly didn’t understand his peculiarities being a half-half and it would probably end up in chaos rather than helping him – therefore, Dante spent all his life alone, learning to care for himself on his own; even if he wasn’t really good at it.

Whenever he got badly sick, though, something inside him wanted to believe Eva was watching over him, like an angel caring for her son even after her death. Dante always thought, after he got better, it was because of Eva’s watchful eyes and loving hands.

“How are you feeling, red devil?” As you came back to the room, Dante remembered how he wasn’t alone this time – and that he wasn’t used to.

“Well… I’ve been better.” He answered with a sigh, looking back at you as you approached and sat on the couch by his side. You placed your hand on his forehead again – it was so unusual, Dante didn’t even know what to do. His body tensed a little, but soon he relaxed, watching as you checked the thermometer to make sure it was still functioning. “Gotta warn you, babe… It’ll probably… Break.”

“Damn, you think you’re that hot?” You raised one of your brows, looking back at his goofy, relaxed smile. “I know you’re that hot, but you really think the thermometer will break…?”

“It did once… I was… Fifteen? I think…?” He tried to get things out of his memory, remembering the first time he got really sick. As all humans would do, Dante tried to check his temperature to see how bad it was, but… Well, it was really bad. Even for him. After that, he didn’t know what to do with himself, buying all medicines he could with his short money as soon as he could get up on his feet again. “Never used… Those things again. Got only for you, babe.”

You watched him for a while as Dante closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It never crossed your mind how your mundane stuff was only recently acquired at the Devil May Cry because Dante would never make use of those human tools.

“Well… If it breaks, I’ll get another one later.” You shrugged, raising one of his arms to place the thermometer. “Now that I’m thinking… I still haven’t learnt too much on devilish medicine with Vergil…”

“Hmmm…” Dante furrowed his own brows as he watched you taking a look at the many pills you had in hand. It was true: human medicine didn’t work the same way for him. You’d have to test a few things: Dante usually drank some Holy Water and waited for things to pass instead of taking some painkillers or other human pills to alleviate his symptoms. It was how he had learnt to deal with things. “Whatever dose you take… It’s probably double for me.”

“Hmmm… Ok. But I’m keeping two eyes on you, big guy.”

With that, you doubled the dosage, a little scared of what would happen – but Dante had already been bitten by the strongest of demon poisons and dealt with it only by, again, drinking his Holy Water and going through it. A few human medicine pills wouldn’t be his downfall.

At least, you hoped it wouldn’t.

*

It had been a couple hours and you could swear Dante was worse.

Now he was literally sweating, his hair so wet you combed it all backwards – a perfect reminder of Vergil – and he could barely stay awake. Every time you tried to move him, Dante mentioned how his body was sore and he didn’t want to get up from the couch, and a couple of times, you could swear he was going to pass out.

“Hey, dear…? Look at me?” You caressed one of his brows with your thumb, making Dante lazily open his eyes to look at you. To him, you were like an angel sent from Heaven itself caring for him during that awful day – he never really had that, and he had to admit: it was really nice. “Here, I brought you some chips. Try to eat a few, ok?”

“Thanks… Y/n…” And even though he didn’t look his best, Dante still smiled back at you.

You had managed to build a makeshift hospital bed for him, placing yours and his pillows on his back, having Dante lay there as comfortably as possible. He didn’t even have enough words to thank you: Dante just held your hand, mindlessly caressing your skin, impeding you to get up from his side and do whatever else you needed to do. You spent all your time just talking nonsense with him, and he seemed to enjoy having you by his side.

Dante did look a little livelier after you fed him the potato chips, though. Carefully, you placed them in his mouth, receiving a few playful nips on your fingers every now and then, both of you chuckling in the process as he gave you some thankful, caring looks. As time went by, Dante’s words became a lot scarcer – and, judging by the way he looked, you guessed his blood pressure must have been very low.

Enter the potato chips – not the healthier of options, but salty enough to make him come back and avoid Dante to pass out.

Because, if he did pass out, you wouldn’t know what to do. Dante bragged from time to time you were one of the strongest humans he had ever met, but there was no way you could drag his body anywhere to search for immediate help. You’d have to enlist Trish, Nero or Vergil to help you – and drag your red devil to Kyrie: the only one with enough experience taking care of a demon-human on their sick days.

Combing his hair back once more, you kissed Dante’s forehead again. His fever had come down a bit, but it seemed it was going back up. Before calling Kyrie or Vergil for a few insights, though, you had to at least stabilize Dante in a better condition – you couldn’t, and you wouldn’t, leave him during a spike of symptoms.

“Ok, dear. Can you get up?” As you asked him, Dante opened his eyes once more, watching as you took one of his hands to wrap around your shoulders once more. He foolishly wondered if you were prepping yourself to carry him around.

“I think so… Are ya gonna try… To carry me, y/n…?” He had to ask, even if now Dante did his best to put his own weight up alongside you. “’Cause that… Not gonna work, angel…”

“Well, I will drag you around if I have to, Dante. Never doubt that.” Your voice had such a certainty, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling. As you sat him on the couch by your side, Dante kept looking down while you wrapped one of your arms around his waist, under the silky robe. His skin was damp, which would help your hand not to slipper while aiding his walk. “I’ll do whatever it takes to care for you, dear.”

“You already do.” He murmured back, a smile hidden in his words. That only made you grip him tighter.

“Ok. On three, we’ll get up. One, two… Three! C’mon!”

With that, you helped Dante drag his feet from the couch to the stairs. It was a daunting task, but you wouldn’t give up. He unconsciously leaned too much of his weight on you, and it certainly felt like carrying a bag of bricks on your shoulder, but it was Dante. You would never give up on him – even if the stairs suddenly looked too long to climb up.

“Ya know… You don’t need to… Do all this, y/n…” Dante mumbled as you adjusted his weight on your shoulders and helped him tackle the first step of the stairs.

“I don’t. But I want to, Dante.” Your voice had a tone to discourage anyone from arguing with you, even your red demon. “I’m here for better or for worse, babe. I’m not gonna run away when you need me most. Now, if you need to sit mid-way up, we’ll take a break. But we’re getting there, ok?”

“Ok.” Dante wouldn’t even disagree. Something inside his chest warmed up, and he knew he could put all his defenses and survival instincts down. He didn’t have to fend off sickness by himself anymore – now, he had you by his side, and he could just relax, knowing you’d do whatever it took to get him to feel better.

It took some time – and a lot of strength from your part – but you finally reached the top of the stairs. As you did so, you immediately got Dante in the bathroom, taking his clothes off as he just sat there, by the bathtub, watching you with inquisitive eyes.

“Your temperature is still high. My mom used to have me take a slightly warm shower to help it go down, I think it might work for you.” Your explanation helped him understand all you were doing, as you pulled Dante up by his hands and helped him walk under the shower water.

“Damn! The water is cold!” The way his body reacted, it seemed like you had just thrown a bucket of ice water on him – but the walls of the bathroom were already getting foggy, proving it was warmer than his body felt.

“It isn’t cold, babe. You’re too hot right now. It’ll pass, trust me.” Seeing as Dante unconsciously avoided the water, you took your shoes, socks and shirt off, getting under the water alongside him. “Hey. You gotta be under it for a while. At least until your shivers wear off.”

“Babe… You’re gonna…” But before he could state you’d get all wet under the cold water with him, there you were, completely soaked – clothes and all. By your expression, Dante knew you couldn’t care less: you had eyes only for him, caressing his hair back and striking his tense neck and shoulders. “You’re gonna be a mess…” Either way, he mumbled a bit, while you got closer, massaging his hands. Dante shivered under the water, but it was easier to stand there in the ‘cold’ with you than all alone.

“I’m gonna stay here with you until you feel better, big guy.” Your tone was calm and lowered, bringing him comfort even if Dante felt like he was freezing. “Like I said, for better or for worse, Dante. We’re getting through this mess.”

And you could see how his shoulders turned a lot less tense, your lover melting under your fingers – even if still shivering for a while. You wrapped your arms around Dante in a promise to help him stand up and he didn’t even argue – only doing his best to stand alongside you, closing his eyes while giving you a tired hug.

It didn’t matter how long it would take – Dante wanted to hold you forever.

*

“What I’m most scared of…” You could hear his voice from the room while you served your cups of hot tea, appearing from the kitchen door as Dante observed you from the couch. “Is sick-days food. Never really did that, babe.”

“Oh, I can imagine. Your sick-days food must be terrible junk food and ice cream.” You raised one eyebrow, leaving the hot tea on the center table.

Dante was now wrapped around a cozy blanket, wearing his pajamas for cold days – a set of warmer pants and sweaters he had, nothing fancy, as always – tiredly sitting on the huge Devil May Cry sofa. His fever wore off after the shower and you managed to find a dose of painkillers that cared for his sore muscles and headache. After that big scare, Dante didn’t look like he was going to pass out and, for the moment, he had only a sore throat, annoying sneezes, and a little bit of cold.

Which forced him to stay on the couch while you prepared dinner – and your nighttime fun while he couldn’t do much but sit and wait his body to recover. That being said, now Dante watched you drag the TV to the room, as you always did every time you wanted to watch something.

Only Patty had a good use for that when she hanged around the Devil May Cry and watched her soap operas. You and Dante didn’t really use the TV much – the days you weren’t hunting, you were out or just spending some time together, talking, laughing, listening to music and having a bite to eat.

“Well… Comfort food still counts as sick food.” Dante shrugged, making you giggle with that statement. Of course, he would say that. “Bet you gonna make me eat some garlic soup or somethin’.”

“Now I’m thinking Eva straight up tortured you while you were sick.” You had your hands on your waist, watching him after finally finding the perfect place for the TV. “C’mon, garlic soup? That’s mean.”

“Nah, she wouldn’t do that. Only if me and Verge misbehaved.” And, by the way he looked at you after that phrase, you knew it was more often than one would expect – provoking laughs on you. “But soup was only for the days we were really bad, ya know?”

“You don’t consider yourself really bad today?” You shot back, making Dante deny nonchalantly. You did know, though, he wouldn’t consider that as a bad sickness day – you had already seen how demon poison could be a lot worse and, after those days, Dante could barely eat. So, you had an idea what bad meant on his dictionary.

Suddenly, you heard a knock on the door. Dante just curiously watched as you talked to whoever was there – if it was a job, he knew you’d turn it down because of him, but he wanted to say you could call Nero or Vergil to help and go to work. He watched in expectation until you returned with a white box on your hands.

“I do think pizza counts as sick-days food, though.”

As you said those words, a huge smile appeared on Dante’s lips, complemented by a hearty laugh. He always thought you were perfect to his eyes, but you never ceased to amaze him.

“Hah! Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about!” You thought it should be forbidden to be as happy as he was with that, but it was Dante. He got happy with such little things; it was so easy for you to make him smile. You opened the box of pizza right by the cups of tea, turning the TV on to enjoy the movie you had chosen that night. “No plates?”

“I know you enjoy eating your pizza by hand, red devil.” You slouched by his side, allowing Dante to wrap you under his blanket alongside him, cuddling up against your lovely half-demon. “Tonight, it’s Zorro and pizza night.”

“Hey, have I ever said you’re perfect?” Dante’s tired eyes smiled as he made you comfortable in his arms. If there was one thing he loved doing with you, was cuddling under the blankets on a cozy night like that. “’Cause you are, babe.”

“You are too…” You took his face with one of your hands, placing a warm kiss on his cheek – making Dante close his eyes and smile as he felt your lovely lips on his harsh skin. “My whacky woohoo pizza man.”

Among laughs and cuddles, you and Dante began your night of movies, pizza and some warm tea to count as caring for his sickness. He enjoyed every moment around your arms, every time your giggles took over the Devil May Cry, and every sigh as he closed his eyes and rested his tired head on your shoulders.

It turns out, being sick wasn’t that bad, after all. Now that he had you around to watch over him, Dante would never fear being alone through his hard times once more – he knew you’d always be there to hold him and assure his soul everything would be alright. It felt good not to be alone for a change.

Vergil

“You really are like Monty Python’s black knight.”

“And you are starting to sound like Dante.”

You just sported a half smile on your lips as you watched Vergil search for his latest read. He moved slowly, his eyes seeming to do all in his power to focus. Those silvery moons were surrounded by a reddish-purple aura, making him look positively exhausted. Vergil closed his eyes for a few seconds and took a deep breath before going back to his search.

“Currently, I’ll take that as a compliment.” You crossed your arms, leaning by the door frame. You knew precisely where the book was, but you wanted to see how far his headstrongness would take him. “You look terrible, Vergil.”

“I am fine.”

“’Tis but a scratch!” When the words left your lips, you started giggling as Vergil’s silvery eyes turned at you in a deadly fashion. “Are you going to start biting demon’s ankles as well, love?”

Vergil sighed, turning his whole body towards you, and kept his eyes closed for a while. Once he opened them again, he crossed his arms, as if he was about to face a horde of demons.

Or lecture you. It always had the same feel to it.

“I have already been through worse on my own. When I say it’s nothing, it’s because it is nothing, love.” Even though his words sounded harsh, his tone had some care hidden in it. “You don’t have to worry about me. I know how to deal with my sick body. I will tell you if…”

But, before he could say anything else, Vergil started coughing uncontrollably. You just stood there, watching him, eyebrows raised as you waited for your lover’s sudden cough fit to be over.

And, as he was done, Vergil’s eyes immediately found yours, seeing the ‘I told you so’ hidden in your expression.

“Not. A. Word.”

His voice was coarse and all you could do was stop yourself from laughing, agreeing with Vergil’s annoyed, harsh words.

He usually knew when you were right.

*

You settled for reading your own book, resting on the bed, while Vergil decided to go back to his studies by his desk. It was warm for both of you to remain on the same room in silence – your presences were reassuring to each other, but you didn’t need to spend social energy. That type of energy was quickly drained from you in any situation, but when it came to Vergil, he barely had any. The fact you understood his quietness wasn’t indifference, was lovely heartwarming for him.

It was, also, a very good way to keep an eye on and care for Vergil without him taking notice or being annoyed by it.

Your book was strategically placed on your bent legs, as to look like you were concentrated on your read instead of glancing him from time to time. Vergil sometimes closed his eyes, eventually taking his glasses off and leaving it on the desk, rubbing his forehead while letting out a deep exhale. He did look somber almost all the time, but not like that – it seemed he was bothered by something, not being able to fully concentrate on his work.

Vergil not focusing on reading was completely out of his character. That made you only more alert.

And your alertness paid off: suddenly, Vergil got up from his chair, making you immediately look into his eyes.

“Verge? Are you alright…?”

But, before he could answer to your words, Vergil’s head bent down. That made you close your book and leave it on the bed, carefully watching him. It seemed he tried to mutter something in the lines of “yes”, but his hand could barely reach his forehead and his mouth seemed not to answer to his commands anymore.

“Vergil!”

Before you could get up from the bed, he tried to take a step forward, only to have his legs falter and fall on the ground, barely conscious.

“Vergil!” You called again, running towards your blue devil – looking so homely with his dark long-sleeved shirt, pants and blue slippers you insisted on buying him – completely limp on the floor. “Hey! Open your eyes!”

Talking to him was to no avail. Vergil was completely out: eyes closed, mouth slightly open, forehead damp with sweat. You placed your hand on the skin of his neck.

“For the love of Sparda, Verge, you’re hotter than Hell…” You had your eyes wide open, checking his temperature again on his forehead. Vergil was naturally hotter than you, but he had taught you once how to check for his body temperature changes – as Vergil always had to be in control of everything to feel safe, he immediately accepted when you asked him to teach you demonic medicine and how to take care of him during an emergency. “I never thought this would be the emergency, love… Why didn’t you tell me how bad you were…? Vergil!”

You called him once again, noticing his eyes weren’t totally gone. He barely opened them, trying to focus on you – it seemed like a veil was between the two of you, his look foggy and caught between two worlds.

“I’m… Hmmm…” He used all the strength in his being at that moment to try to voice the words going through his head – but everything was hazy, and he could hardly keep his eyes open. Closing them once more, Vergil was about to fall.

“Hey! Stay here with me!” You grabbed his shoulder, giving him a gentle shake and forcing him to come back. Vergil looked at you, but it was clear he would soon fall again. “Stay awake for me, ok? Don’t sleep. Can you do that? For me?”

He couldn’t answer clearly, but he could mutter. Voicing a sound you couldn’t distinguish as words, Vergil barely made a movement with his head, confirming he would do everything he could to fulfill your request. Before leaving the room, though, you placed a quick peck on his knuckles – going to the kitchen right after, as fast as you could.

It had to be his blood pressure – you only saw Vergil close to that once when Dante brought him back home badly injured. On that day, Dante treated his brother with your help and a lot of demonic medicine, which strained his body and made Vergil get caught between being awake and dangerously passing out from a very low blood pressure.

Dante, then, taught you a mighty medicine for situations like that.

“Here, love. Open your mouth.” You didn’t even spend a minute out of the room, finding Vergil fighting his own body to remain aware. He couldn’t lift his silvery eyes to watch you, but he could obey.

A generous pinch of salt under the tongue and a shot of Holy Water. You held Vergil’s head up by placing one of your hands on the back of his neck and he took the shot as quickly as he always did. Keeping your gaze on his face, you watched as Vergil’s eyebrows furrowed and he bared his teeth, as if it burned him from the inside.

The expected reaction of Holy Water based medicine, as he always told you.

“Vergil…? Can you look at me…?” It took him a few seconds to properly open his tired eyes and raise them to you, a tinge of red as clouds surrounded the silver and paleness of his face. You entangled the fingers from your free hand with his, caressing the burning skin. “Can you squeeze my hand?”

“Yes…” His voice was grave and dragged, as Vergil barely squeezed your fingers back. It seemed more like he was caressing you rather than actively trying to press your hand.

You smiled, noticing as his lips tried to curve up before letting out a heavy sigh. Still holding his hand, you rested Vergil’s head on your thighs in order to use your other hand to run through his silver hair. He closed his eyes while inhaling deeply, making you call him again. As Vergil’s silvery gaze found yours once more, he didn’t scold you: it was important that he remained awake, or he could pass out and then things would get complicated.

Nevertheless, Vergil couldn’t find words to talk to you at the moment – if you wanted to have a conversation to keep him conscious, he wouldn’t mind gathering his strength to answer you. He enjoyed, though, having your fingers caressing his hair like that: Vergil wasn’t used to kindness and affection, he wasn’t used to that kind of touch. Laying tiredly on the floor with his head on your lap while you showed how much you cared for him… It was new.

And, even if he was extremely weak from being sick, something fluttered in Vergil’s chest – something he wasn’t used to experiencing.

“You are burning, love. We need to lower your temperature.” You still ran your fingers through his locks once you noticed that made his breathing even and helped Vergil remain focused on keeping his eyes open and his consciousness right there with you.

“Hmmm.” He barely agreed with his head, still caressing your hand. Usually, when Vergil started a gesture like that, he would take a long time to stop. He wouldn’t be too aware of it, though. “I need… A shower…”

“I’m afraid so.” You smiled back, glad to have such a responsible lover – even though his stubbornness led to that situation – and placing a long kiss on his flaming forehead. “I will do my best to carry you there, love. But I don’t think I’ll be able to carry a 6’5” heir of the powers of Sparda half-demon King of Hell all on my own – I’ll need some help.”

Vergil let out a slight chuckle as you mentioned that, closing his eyes while still caressing your fingers, as if to summon all his strength to aid you in that task. You weren’t exactly weak – but Vergil wasn’t exactly light as well. He wasn’t built like Dante, but his height and his fit physique made him a little too heavy for you to do it all on your own.

The fact you were willing to carry him made that same thing that was stirring in Vergil’s chest before come back twice as strong.

“Let’s go.” And as his voice sounded resolute with his eyes opening back with all their focus, you helped Vergil get up from the floor.

His legs, though, weren’t as resolute as his will. They couldn’t keep his weight up and you had to keep a strong grip on his shirt, one of his arms across your shoulders, so your blue devil wouldn’t fall once again. Vergil blinked a couple of times, letting out a few heavy sighs, barely able to keep himself up on his feet.

If it wasn’t for you, he would be on the floor. Again.

“Are you ok? I can’t put you under the water if your blood pressure is still low. It would be dangerous.” You placed your palm over his heart, checking how it was beating inside his chest. Vergil took another deep breath, turning his eyes to you – his forehead almost touching yours.

“I am ok. Getting up… It all turned black for a while.” He stated with an exhale by the end of the phrase – making you notice how much strength Vergil was putting into helping you care for him. “Don’t worry.”

“Oh, love. I’ll always worry and care about you.” You shook your head, a gentle smile playing in your lips as you held one of Vergil’s hands and placed the other on his waist in order to get him in the bathroom.

That something stirred once more inside Vergil’s chest with those words, making his eyes fill with water. Keeping his head low so you wouldn’t notice how they were glistening, Vergil didn’t want you to see how much that seemed to affect him – your care, your attention, your love.

He didn’t have to do everything on his own. He didn’t have to drag his tired body to his salvation all by himself. He didn’t have to muster all his strength to give a few steps just so he could live… No. He could lean on your shoulders and allow himself to have the help he needed to reach care.

With you around, Vergil wasn’t alone anymore. And that was so… Foreign. A kind of foreignness that made his breath shorter and his eyes threaten to show how much his heart was overflowing from your actions – like a hurt creature being touched with kindness for the first time in ages of longing.

If you kept being so kind to him, Vergil soon wouldn’t be able to hold back his tears so expertly.

“Can you take your clothes off or do you need my help?” You helped him sit by the bathtub, his legs still too weak to make Vergil stand tall as he always had.

“Hmmm. I can do it.” He muttered back, watching as you immediately started to run the shower water. Taking off his slippers, Vergil slowly began the process of getting undressed, starting by his shirt. His voice, though, came back in an almost inaudible murmur. “Thank you, y/n.”

You turned around, eying him intently as Vergil kept his head low, dealing with his pants. It looked like he was absorbed by his task at hand, but you knew your blue devil enough to know it wasn’t the case: Vergil hoped to avoid your eyes, probably trying to hide how much it all affected him.

With his hair already falling on his forehead, his silvery gaze was hidden behind his locks, therefore you couldn’t see what was going on in his soul. Vergil always tried to remain serious, with his emotions meticulously under control, rejecting whatever kind of expression that could indicate a vulnerability. You knew he didn’t do it because he tried to look strong, but rather because he was terrified of being vulnerable.

And, that day, Vergil was as vulnerable as he could be.

If any demon decided to attack, it would be on you to take Yamato and slay all of them mercilessly in a matter of seconds, just like your lover used to do. Vergil would have to sit back and hope for the best – and that was extremely alien to him. He wasn’t used to have someone else who would risk anything and everything to keep him safe.

“You don’t need to thank me, Vergil. I’ll do this a thousand times if I have to.” You murmured back, provoking no reaction on him. As Vergil tried to stand up, you approached your lover, holding his hands to offer him somewhere to lean on.

As he got up, towering over you as always, you noticed Vergil kept his head low, hair over his gaze, in order to avert your eyes.

“I will thank you… A thousand times if I have to.” His voice was barely a whisper, making you smile – even though the situation at hand was a little more complicated. Standing by his side again, you wrapped one arm around his waist in case Vergil lost his balance and threatened to fall.

“Let’s see what I can do for today, at least.”

With that, you helped Vergil get under the water – winning an instant glare from him as soon as it touched his skin. You could almost hear all the curses going through his head, letting out a quick giggle as he sighed and accepted his fate. The water must have felt freezing cold, given how hot he was, but Vergil knew it was all for him to feel better – he could never scold you for being so kind to him.

And, as your hands helped him shower and your voice kept talking the most varied of subjects to him, Vergil allowed his eyes to finally overflow the stirring in his chest – mixing with the water pouring on his body, you would never notice how much emotion he had inside for you.

Or, at least, you would pretend not to.

*

“Do you need any help…?”

“I needed you to stay cozy and quiet where I left you in the couch, my lovely hazelnut.” You turned around, sighing from seeing Vergil practically dragging himself to the kitchen – even if he was almost depleted of energy, he would offer help so not to feel completely useless. His head was strong as a hazelnut: so difficult to break open. “Alas, here you are.”

“Hmmm. I… Can do something.” Vergil’s eyebrows were furrowed, still not completely sold on being cared for without doing nothing. Whenever someone was nice to him, it always came with a price – Vergil most certainly wasn’t used to receive so much without having to give nothing back. And, even if he knew you would never ask anything from him, that only made him want to do something.

Whatever it was. Even if you just asked him to caress your face.

“You don’t need to. The only thing you need to do is rest.” You approached to hold one of his hands, playing with his now cold fingers for a while before walking him to one of the chairs by the kitchen island. “Or better yet, now you need to eat.”

“I…?” Vergil raised one of his brows as he sat down, watching you turn off the stove and place a ceramic bowl in front of him.

“I’ll be joining you. Don’t worry.” You smiled calmly, placing another bowl across the island. Between you two, you finally rested the pan with warm soup.

“Hmmm.” He gave it a long look, not knowing exactly what to make of it. “Is it… Garlic…?”

“Oh, no. Don’t worry, I won’t put you through that sort of torture, love.” You quickly giggled, making Vergil’s expression lighten up – a small smile appearing on his lips. “I wonder if Eva ever resorted to this kind of ancient human medicine.”

“Only when she had to correct our behavior.” He chuckled back, remembering the days he and Dante misbehaved so much – usually getting into so many fights – she used garlic soup as dinner to teach them a lesson. “It was efficient.”

“I can see that. I guess now I have a weapon when you and Dante won’t stop arguing.” As you saw the way Vergil twisted his nose, you laughed, pouring him some soup in his bowl. “This is a simple potato soup. My great grandmother used to do it and my mom made it for me when I was too sick and barely able to eat. I guessed it would be nice for you today.”

Vergil thanked with a gesture from his head, taking the bowl in his hands. He watched as you served yourself, while blowing a spoonful of soup so his tongue wouldn’t burn in the process. Once it touched his lips, Vergil lost his breath for a while.

It tasted like safety.

Precisely the days he ruthlessly left behind, the human part he buried so deep inside his soul – that taste of a long, lost past when he was warm, loved, lively and safe. When he had someone to patch his bloody knees when he fell; when he would be held when his body was too weak to carry him through the day; when he could close his eyes and fall asleep in a warm, cozy place, feeling a gentle stroke on his cheeks and having the knowledge nothing could hurt him.

Those… Emotions. Vergil thought them to be lost, right where he buried his weak self in order to survive. But there they were: warming his chest with tinges of gold, taking away the air from his lungs, trembling the silver spoon in his hands – making his eyes threaten to need another shower.

“Vergil…? Is everything alright…? Does it taste bad…?” He was sitting perfectly still, looking at the bowl with teary eyes, making you wonder. It was fine to you, but maybe his sense of taste was altered enough so he wouldn’t be able to eat properly.

“No. It is…” He took a deep breath, exhaling with a small tremble in his voice. “Perfect. Thank you.”

You never imagined you would hear him thanking you twice in a day. Smiling to yourself, you decided to leave Vergil to his thoughts – and, as always, he was grateful you understood the time he needed to understand his own feelings.

That night, you slept with Vergil’s head laying safe and sound on your chest, calm as the moonlight itself while he listened to his favorite song.

Your heartbeat.