#dante has anger issues

[vyheris]

DPXDC Prompt #8

The Fenton siblings stick together. There was never any question about it. Even when Danny accidentally half killed them with the portal accident. He tripped, okay? Who puts the on switch inside the damn thing anyways!? Even when Danielle had that one murderous phase, thinking she needed to prove herself. It was Vlad's fault for trying to manipulate her to his side. Even when Dan went on a rampage and destroyed most of Amity Park. In his defense he thought they all died for real this time. Jazz was the only exception, though the others begged to differ if they counted all the times she decked them after each of the listed incidents. So what if it was deserved?

The point is, despite everything, they will always have each other's back even against their own parents.

Or the Fenton siblings run away together after a reveal gone wrong. They end up in Gotham and find themselves inexplicably entangled with the Wayne family. To make matters worse, the Bats are seemingly everywhere, so it might only be a matter of time before one of them slips up and uses their powers in front of the 'no metas allowed' Batman. Is it too much to hope that half ghosts don't count as metas in his book?

[polarisbibliotheque]

Hey Polaris, hope this helps as a vent piece:

Anger is one of the main traits of demons. Everyone's anger has manifested outward at least some point yet, one person keeps it under Heavy lock and key, Dante.

One day, the anger manifests in its destructive, gruesome and targeted anger in his Sin Devil Trigger as it manifests when that last patient strand snaps.

So here's the prompt:

As Reader wakes up from a hard hit, once fully back to full consciousness, they witness that destructive rage that Dante kept under lock and key. Nearby, Vergil is protectively standing in front of Reader but something's wrong, his hands quivering as he keeps Yamato out in front of him. The real question now pops into Reader's head, how do you calm to a blazing inferno that's unrestrained and now in full swing?

Dante going on a full Sin Devil Trigger rampage (or, very angry Dante)

Pairing: Dante x Reader

Summary: Vergil wasn't one to fear easily - but one thing he would always dread to see; and that would be Dante losing his humanity.

Trigger Warning: Reader stops breathing and is seemingly dead for a while. Lots of blood, lots of anger, lots of self-loathing on this one (they all need therapy)

Author's Note: Oh boy, this was a conversation I was having with dear Fury: how Dante is 10/10 the scariest when he's mad because he keeps his demon on a leash *cough* Subhuman *cough* and he's the one everyone should fear when going berserk, not Vergil. With all the requests I'm having, currently, Fury decided to leave this suggestion out until I had a little more time to write...

Fast forward a few weeks, I'm having issues with a couple of ~friends~ and, honestly, I haven't been this angry in years. To the point of trembling, laughing like a maniac, and wanting to fistfight the gods. Hence, Fury sent me this vent piece so I could satisfy my wrath in a more ~healthy~ way. Hope you guys like it, though, Dante needs a big ol' hug and someone to openly cry too, not just Vergil.

Again, they all need therapy

Not many things could stir fear in Vergil’s heart.

Mundus’ voice, silently taunting him in the back of his head, the memory of everything he had been through in Hell was one of those things. The other one was his twin’s fury.

It was a rare thing for him to grip Yamato with an unsteady pair of hands, putting a lot of effort and strength for them not to tremble – but the sight of Dante completely lost in his bloodlust was not to be trifled with.

The first time Vergil saw it with his own eyes was in Hell, when he and his brother spent a considerable amount of time to cut down the Qliphoth. Vergil was used to the taunts of demons and Dante was as well… Or at least he should be, at that point in their lives.

But the taunts were many. They had been running through the fields of fire without sleep for a couple of days – in the human world, probably, as time had a different flow in Hell �� killing everything in sight; and hearing every kind of putrid taunt they could.

What made Dante snap, though, was a simple implication: that it was Dante’s fault that Vergil fell and got subdued by Mundus, suffering endless nightmares for years to come. A strange glint sparked in Dante’s eyes at that moment. The scream that rumbled in his chest was enough to be heard through many layers of Hell.

It wasn’t Dante’s fault, Vergil knew that very well. He had refused to hold his brother’s hand, there was nothing Dante could have done. It was Vergil’s choice, and his sin only. But… For the first time, he saw how much his brother blamed himself for that. How much Dante had suffered, all those years, alone in the human world.

As above, so below… Dante suffered alongside Vergil all those years.

And all of that because of a stupid, childish decision from Vergil’s part. He observed Dante in shock as that realization came down on him – and as he watched the prized human heart of his twin brother seemingly disappear, giving place to a blind, bloodthirsty demon in full Sin Devil Trigger fashion, killing everything in his path.

Vergil stayed away from the destruction, always keeping an eye on his brother… If he could call him that. Dante – the foolish, laidback, talkative, jack of all trades, witty and quippy brother he knew – seemingly was nowhere to be seen. He was gone, and everything left was his demon, with a never-ending thirst for blood.

Not that Vergil hadn’t had moments like those, but he was always alone. He would always find the end of his rage on the floor, exhausted, weak and cold. And so, he waited for Dante’s wrath to wear off – patiently, observing with a heavy heart, sorrow and guilt.

He didn’t enjoy seeing his brother like that.

That was the reason why, when Nico put to vote who was the scariest when angry, you threw your vote at Dante. You and the rest of the crew, except for the Spardas, decided to have a night out at a local diner, just to wind down and have a bit of fun – that sort of talk was a given when you were together.

“Dante, really?” Lady raised one of her eyebrows, staring at you with nothing but doubt in her multicolored eyes. “He can’t hurt even a fly!” When she said that, though, all of the eyes of the group turned at her in disbelief. “Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been hunting with him for a while. Dante can be a weapon of mass destruction, but he just… He doesn’t have that heart.”

“Hmmm… I think I have to agree with you on that one.” Trish slowly stirred her chocolate milkshake as Lady thanked with a sip of her vanilla one. “Look, I saw him killing Mundus. I saw Dante fighting the greatest and worst of Hell. He can be dangerous, but his human heart doesn’t let him be scary.”

“That is exactly my point.” You were ready to defend your thesis like a lawyer at court.

“Then why the hell would you vote for him as the scariest?” Nico didn’t have a cigarette on her hands because she had been forbidden to smoke inside the diner, but if she had, she would have been pointing at you with it. “Big flamin’ demon got nothin’ on Vergil, that one’s got the eyes of a killer. Got you chillin’ just by lookin’ at you.”

“Vergil doesn’t control his anger that much – I go as far as saying he doesn’t control himself as much as Dante.” And with those words, you won all the shocked looks you could at that evening. You would count that as a feat. “Is Dante a fool of a Tûk, as my dear Gandalf would say? Yes, he is. Is Vergil a walking death omen? Yes, he also is. But, I have talked to him about Dante being angry, and Vergil gave me enough hints to make it very clear Dante doesn’t let all his feelings out – he chooses to pass as a very aloof himbo of a man, but he is far from that. I’ve been his partner for enough time to say I agree with Vergil.”

“You might have a point.” Kyrie took a sip of her strawberry milkshake, as you let a triumphant smile take over your lips. “Dante might be playful, but we all know he has very deep emotions underneath that. It’s just like with Nero and his punk attitude.”

“But instead, he’s a cinnamon bun on the inside.” Nico topped Kyrie’s phrase, provoking some laughs on the group. That was the most accurate description of Nero if you had ever seen one.

“Dante loves his human heart, but he has a certain beef with his demonic one.” You wouldn’t say to the whole group you went as far as to believe he actually loathed his demonic heritage, as that was something too personal, but you had a hunch they all had some suspicions of that deep inside. “He keeps it in check, hidden, tamed. He lashes out when it’s a good time to do so – when fighting demons.” As you started getting some hums of agreement, you sneakily took Trish’s milkshake. “We have never seen Dante actually angry. And I don’t think we ever will.”

“Oh, now you’re makin’ it difficult.” Nico had to ponder those words, even if she couldn’t really see Dante being as dangerous as you said.

“Eh, not for me. I’m still going with Vergil.” Lady shrugged, firm on her opinion as always.

You took a little longer to get to the final vote – discussing what you had just said, as Trish called you out for stealing her milkshake and having it back, only to share it with you – but the answer was almost unanimous: the scariest one on a fit of wrath was Vergil.

Almost, because you kept adamant in voting on your red devil.

Vergil never came to know about all of that, but if he did, he would have agreed with you – not publicly, as he would hold his new title with pride, always content on inspiring fear as a way to keep himself and his loved ones protected. He would, however, agree with you privately, remembering Dante’s display of wrath in Hell.

That was the reason why his hands trembled on Yamato during your latest hunt together – the one where everything went wrong.

If only you would wake up. Maybe he could save Dante’s soul.

It all happened so fast, Vergil didn’t even see how things ended the way they were at the moment. On one second you were fighting by their side, on the other, you were tossed on the floor, soaked in your own blood, chest immobile. Not breathing.

“Y/n! No, y/n!” It was the very first time Vergil saw Dante dropping everything to run towards you. His brother let go of his sword, ignored all demons around and ran as if you were the only being in that godforsaken place. Vergil had to put himself between him and the demons, keeping them at bay as Dante quickly made his way to you. “Y/n! C’mon, babe! Y/n!”

Dante’s knees hit the floor with a loud thud as he dropped all his weight by your side – not feeling anything at the moment, but it would certainly leave a couple of horrid bruises. As his sky-blue eyes met that harrowing sight, desolation filled his face; Dante forgot how to breath for a split second, barely feeling his very own hands, legs tingling as his body seemed to sink in the ground even further.

Vergil stated the very same thing his brother did – and he never thought he could feel that way with the thought of losing you; but there was Vergil, with numbness on his fingers and a sickness in his stomach. You were the little light that Dante had found in his life, one of the only good things that had happened to him during all his damned years of living. Vergil knew how important you were, how only you could make Dante smile with a sincerity he only had seen when they were kids. What would be of his brother – his foolish, stupid, beloved brother – if he lost you to demons as well…?

The answer would come very soon, but not without a fight from Dante’s side.

“C’mon, y/n, open your eyes…!” Dante’s voice trembled, in a way Vergil had never listened to before. He watched as his twin brother desperately tried to bring you back, heavy hands massaging your chest, followed by breathing inside your mouth, and repeating once more. “C’mon, babe… Don’t leave me here…!” Those words were a whisper as he trembled trying to make your heart beat again, giving his breath to you once more so you could also breathe.

The realization washed Dante’s body as a cold wave, as he slowly felt he wasn’t in his body anymore – his body feeling your weight on his hands, but his soul completely out. Maybe flying away to meet yours wherever you were.

But then, a twisted symphony of distorted cackles and mockery ripped through his ears – the realization also came to the demons, and now they gloated with their first victory. Not only that, but humiliated the son of Sparda for losing his own beloved just like his father had lost Eva.

Vergil was ready to unsheathe Yamato and unleash all his fury to cut those demons in million pieces for that lack of respect – and to allow his brother to mourn properly. He himself had to mourn: you were too precious at the Devil May Cry for Vergil not to feel your loss.

But he wouldn’t need that. A deep growl grabbed the Dark Slayer’s attention, making him immediately turn to his brother. Dante got up from the floor with nothing but rage in his eyes bleeding tears, bare teeth as his demonic heritage boiled to rip through his skin and unleash all its fury on his enemies.

If only Dante had waited a single second, he would have realized what Vergil did. He would have heard a faint heartbeat – trembling, but fighting to survive. He would have seen your broken body trying to breath underneath the blood.

Dante killed the first demons with their own weapons, running towards his sword with a scream that only grew in strength. Vergil kneeled by your side, checking your pulse on your neck, staining his hands with your blood but stating what made his heart beat faster: you weren’t lost. Dante had to know.

The floor rumbled. As Vergil turned his attention towards Dante, he immediately turned back to you to protect you with his body. Dante’s scream thundered through the floor, as if it came from the deepest pits of Hell itself – and a thousand degrees exploded in sparks and molten lava as his Sin Devil Trigger took the place of the man who stood there before.

Vergil was used to the flames of Hell, they would not hurt him. But he wasn’t used to the wrath of his brother – and that might be something none of you would be able to recover. Vergil could take the heat of the explosion that took down many demons in its wake, but your human body couldn’t – and that was the reason why he had to do everything in his power to protect you.

Those silvery eyes turned back at Dante, still keeping a protective arm above you. Usually predatorial, now Vergil had nothing but worry in his gaze, watching with desolation as his brother became the bloodthirsty ruthless demon he never was.

In that state, Dante could make mistakes. He could hit you without even realizing. A misplaced use of his power, a wrong swing of his blade, another explosion of million degrees into hellish flames… Vergil could survive, not you. And, if Dante, who hadn’t realized yet you weren’t lost as he thought you were, ended up being the real reason of your demise…

Vergil didn’t even want to think what would happen.

For all he could see at that moment was a demon fiercely fighting other demons – or, better yet, easily subduing and mercilessly slaughtering all of them. And that was something that was so intrinsic to Dante’s heart: his mercy. Having Dante without his mercy, his kindness, his gentleness, his love, was the same as not having him at all… That was the source of his power, like rage was the source of Vergil’s power.

Watching his brother lost in wrath was heart wrenching, but knowing it could get even worse if he was to completely lose his soul was even more harrowing. Dante’s eyes bled his pain, even in that form, as he soaked his whole self in the viscous blood of his enemies – a monster beyond salvation, a creature without a soul, a lover without a heart. A man with his fragile hope crashed into pieces, abandoning everything that made him who he was, to allow himself to find some comfort through burning his own wrath.

For the first time, it downed on Vergil his brother might not come back. If he lost you, if Dante fatally wounded you, Vergil would never have him again – for Dante would lose the very last brink of humanity inside of him; a brink that Vergil couldn’t even see at that moment and didn’t even know if it was still there. Dante’s eyes were red, his growls distorted and animalistic, his power… Greater than Mundus, greater than even Sparda.

If Dante approached, Vergil would have to fight him. His brother wasn’t in a leveled state of mind to see logic – and he could hurt you, even if Dante would never do that. With all that blind wrath, though, Vergil didn’t even know if his brother would answer if he called.

Holding Yamato with a stronger grip than usual, Vergil stood in front of your body, guarding you from whatever harm that could come your way – be it in demon form… Or in his own twin brother form.

The cold hand of fear, though, slowly crept into his heart and held it on its stark clutches. Yes, Vergil spent his whole life sparring with that fool he had to call his brother – hearing Dante’s taunts and impossible physics, as if he didn’t even make an effort to make Vergil look like a complete buffoon during the fight, no matter how much technique and skill he had – but never Vergil imagined not having that.

Having Dante was a given. Fighting him was a given. Bantering, arguing, sparring, behaving like the bickering old set of twin brothers that they were. Vergil could say he wanted to defeat Dante, but he never wanted to get rid of him. What would his life be without his stupid brother?

Empty. Silent. Cold. Devoid of color.

Dante couldn’t go. And, most of all, he couldn’t go by Vergil’s hands. But if he was too much of a lose canon, if he was too far gone in his demonic frenzy, Vergil would have to put a stop to it…

Like Dante did with him as Nelo Angelo so many years before.

Vergil had to hold the cry that seemed to want to force its way out of his throat – holding back the tears that now glistened in his eyes. He was the most foolish of all… He was responsible for putting Dante on the same situation he found himself in at the moment – and just now he understood how harrowing, how painful and how much of a hell Dante had to go through.

Alone. Just like Vergil was alone in Hell – as above so below, the twins mirroring each other’s fates, on their realms and heritage of preference.

They weren’t so different after all.

As you started to hear the chaos around you once again, your head was spinning viciously and the pain that spread inside your lungs made you think you were going to explode. With an almost inaudible moan, you felt tears streaming down your eyes as you tried to open them, seemingly inhaling blood and pain every time you tried to breathe. You could feel you were covered in something wet and sometimes sticky, but it took some time for you to raise a trembling hand in front of your barely focusing eyes to realize it was blood.

Were you dead…? What had happened…? You could barely remember. You didn’t even know what hit you: suddenly everything turned black and now you were feeling like a bulldozer went over your body and somehow you managed to survive. Perhaps you didn’t, but if you were dead, you wouldn’t be feeling that much pain… At least, that was what people always said that happened after departing from the human world.

Plus, you could still hear the demons – but now, screaming in fear and trying to run away from something that was growling in such an inhuman tone, you wondered if you guys had accidentally summoned something bigger. By the noise, it had to be. The likes of Mundus and the other Kings of Hell – Vergil being the smallest of them, but still as deadly.

Perhaps it was Vergil…? To be fair, though, he never went all out without a really good reason. Maybe he thought you were dead? He appreciated you as much as a brother would appreciate his twin’s partner, but you didn’t expect him to have such a visceral reaction to your death; Unless…

You widened your eyes as your whole body seemed to be washed by a cold wave followed by a lightening that made you tingle from head to toes. Your heart sunk in your chest and the painful breaths you tried before were all but gone. Vergil would have a visceral reaction if he lost his brother. And that, you couldn’t even fathom: life without Dante didn’t exist… Or, at least, it would be something you wouldn’t want to go through.

You forced your body up, slowly turning to one side and barely using your arm to keep your weight as you tried to see what was going on. You had to find him, you had to find Dante. You would crawl to his body, you would shake him around as you could, you would give him your breath, you would give him your soul – but you would try everything to bring him back. You would hold him as tight as you could, you would cry over him, and there wouldn’t be a living or dead thing in this world that would be able to part you from him.

You widened your eyes once more when you saw Vergil keeping your body as a guardian warrior and the source of the chaos and destruction was your beloved red devil – lost in a frenzy, dripping with blood, eyes melting like lava and nothing of human in them.

You had never seen Dante like that.

“Verge…” You tried to cough the word out, but it was nothing more than a dying whisper. You couldn’t see how the blue devil furrowed his brows, thinking he might be hearing things – until you allowed a harsher breath to hurt your lungs so you could try to raise your trembling voice higher. “Vergil…!”

He turned his head enough to see you in the corner of his eyes – doing his best to still keep Dante in his sight. A wave of euphoria washed through Vergil’s body as his hands seemed to get steadier around Yamato: he was right, you were alive. As the fighter you were, the survivor you were… You were breathing and doing your best to get back on your feet again.

“Y/n…” But he couldn’t even talk: the floor rumbled again and Vergil knew what was coming. You placed your hands on the ground, widening your eyes and furrowing your brows, having never felt that before.

For a split second, you caught a glimpse of what was going on: Dante harnessing his power, ready to explode. You had never saw that. You had never saw his eyes devoid of his humanity. You had never seen your Dante as a complete demon like it was happening at that moment.

And, something that you had never been conscious to witness, Vergil threw himself over you to protect your body from his brother’s wrath. You had to cower behind his frame, gripping Vergil’s coat lapel for dear life, but still feeling the burning of a thousand degrees engulf you.

The blue devil didn’t even waver – but both of you had something in your eyes… The dread of the harrowing knowledge that that was Dante. All that destruction, that chaos, that blood… It was all Dante.

You were right, after all. His rage was the scariest to see.

“I need t-…” Your voice was raspy, having to stop mid phrase to cough some more blood that needed to come out of your lungs. “I need to talk to him.” You tried to take a deep breath, but once again it just stopped with a harsh sting on your chest. “He needs to know I’m alive.”

“Hmmm.” Vergil agreed with his head, but you knew he was still pondering what you had said. He helped you up on your feet – doing more of the work than you, easily lifting your body with his strength. “Dante isn’t himself at the moment…” Again, Vergil stood in front of you like a guardian, gripping the Yamato with both hands as soon as he saw you could stand by yourself. If you faltered, though, he was quick enough to hold you. “You must keep that in mind.”

“I know… And I am scared.” You answered in a whisper, looking over Vergil’s shoulder only to see Dante mercilessly slaughtering the last unlucky demons. “But it’s still Dante.”

Vergil didn’t know what to do, if he was being honest with himself. He could have held you back and kept you safe, as his demonic side told him to do, but something inside told him he should let you do what you had to do. Those silvery eyes watched as you bravely walked in haste towards danger; towards hell and doom, ready to embrace it… And willing to make it stop.

“Dante! Dante, love!” You kept calling, but, as Vergil feared before, his brother didn’t respond. He was too far gone, too lost in Hell to come back that easily. Vergil followed your steps slowly, lingering like a shadow behind you… Ready to do whatever he needed to do if Dante’s demon didn’t even recognize you in that blind rage. “Dante! You can stop now… Dante!”

With all the filthy bloody corpses piling up on the floor, that flaming red-hot demonic figure slowly turned its head towards you. Covered in blood, sword dripping with red, molten lava eyes raining all its hollow pain. Expressionless, as he always was on his Sin Devil Trigger, made of fire and coal, hate and rage.

Did he recognize you…? Did he understand what was going on…? Vergil’s grip on Yamato got stronger, ready to unleash a blow on his brother in order to protect you. What you were doing was a gamble – and one with not so nice odds to you. There was a reason why Vergil let Dante’s anger wear out when they were in Hell: he knew there was a good chance Dante wouldn’t even recognize him at the height of his wrath, just like it happened with Vergil on those situations. So, to say the moment at hand was dangerous was a serious understatement.

But humans would always be fascinating, wouldn’t they…? At least, that was what Vergil thought. That towering demon with a flaming chest and leathery wings turned towards you, carrying his huge sword dripping with demonic blood, doing nothing but heavy breathing – and you decided to fearlessly walk towards it.

Humans.

Vergil kept his distance, watching it all unfolding with a weary heart and a trigger hand at ready to fight his brother – to death, if he unfortunately needed to – in order to protect you. He couldn’t have the certainty you had, as your steps kept going in Dante’s direction.

Your legs were shaking, your knees were trembling, but… It was your lover. It was Dante. No matter how much he was lost into his frenzy and wrath, you had to believe his heart would remember you. His soul. It all happened because he thought he had lost you, he had to come back upon knowing you were alright.

It didn’t matter how horrid his wrath looked like, you knew he was in there somewhere.

“Dante… It’s me, I’m alright…” Your voice was still a whisper, unable to speak too loud, but also trying to soothe the anger in his heart. You hesitantly reached out to him, making a growl rumble inside his chest and your steps stop for a while – with Vergil half-unsheathing his sword, ready to fight. “Love…” You called again, breathing as deeply as you could, resuming your walking and extending your hand towards him. “My Dante…”

You were finally at arm’s reach. Vergil held his breath, eyebrows furrowed, silvery predator eyes fixated on what was supposed to be his brother. You raised your hand higher, resting it on Dante’s face.

His Sin Devil Trigger form was nothing but rough. His skin seemed like hard leather and rocky coal, burning so hot it could almost hurt your hand. You wouldn’t back down though: compared to him, you were soft and cold, too fragile and breakable; but you wouldn’t leave. You caressed his rough face, fingers feeling the sharp teeth, the spiky crevices, the unwelcoming features of a face made in Hell.

You felt, though, an unlikely moisture reaching your fingers: a droplet, running from those fiery, empty eyes – those inhuman eyes. You looked at it running through your fingers to the back of your hand, looking back into those frightening eyes that had nothing of a soul in them…

But he was there, wasn’t he? It was him, a part of him that Dante always fought so relentlessly to keep hidden, to keep on a tight leash in the deepest corner of his self. You could see Dante in those eyes – and, as soon as that realization washed through the demon’s body, his head leaned into your hand.

With a flaming spark, the red devil was gone and you had the man back: tired, desolated, falling apart. Dante still leaned his head into your hand – now with soft skin, smooth lips, closed eyes and flowy white hair – almost like an animal that had never been touched with kindness in a whole lifetime. As he opened his eyes, you could see the redness of his tears crowning those sky-blue tones you always loved so much… And there was nothing but fragile vulnerable humanity in them.

“Hi, cowboy…” You whispered with a shadow of a smile on your lips, while your very eyes poured tears – you didn’t know what kind of tears, though, if of happiness, sadness, desperation, pity or love. Maybe all of them at the same time: it was inherently human to feel more than words could describe. You caressed his face as Dante himself started to pour all of his feelings out – this time, not in a fit of rage. “I’m glad you’re back.”

“I thought I lost you.” His coarse voice came through as if Dante had been weeks without speaking and his very own vocal cords were barely working. You didn’t doubt his body would be in pain after all he had been through during… That. “I thought… You were gone. I’d never see you again, you were… Like… Like…” Dante closed his eyes again, head hanging low. He could barely breathe as the words fought to get out of his chest and stop suffocating him. His tears hitting the floor while you took his hair out of the way so you could see his face – there was nothing but pain; a pain that hadn’t been healed since he was a child. “Like everyone in my damned fuckin’ life; those things… I thought they had extinguished… Your light, like everyone… Like everyone eventually does… By my side…”

That was rare. Very rare. Dante was very honest with his feelings and usually didn’t hide anything from you, but not to that point – the point where he would honestly and openly say how much he thought he was the thing that doomed everyone else who decided to live with him or be friends with him. That loathing he had inside his heart, that he hid so carefully, it wasn’t something he would say out loud – it was something you knew because you always understood him so well.

You let go of his hair and locked your arms around his large frame, resting your head on his chest – you could hear his heart beating, his human heart. Dante hesitated for the very first time in his life, keeping his arms by your side for a split second, his teary eyes shocked with your reaction.

After all, you had just seen his absolute worst. All the things he always smothered so much inside himself, keeping them on check, always so controlled. You had seen it in all its spiteful and horrid glory – and your reaction was to embrace him instead of running away. Dante expected you to run, it would honestly be the logic and most human thing to do after seeing all of that.

But you walked towards him with your heart beating in fear, touching his face to grab him out of the pit of wrath he was buried into, holding him tightly in your arms as he broke down in all his anger, misery, trauma and self-loathing.

It lasted a split of a second indeed – for soon Dante’s strong arms were wrapped around your fragile body, keeping you close and safe from harm… As well as having his face buried on your neck, crying all that smothered pain inside of his heart out. Your bodies were too exhausted to keep standing for too long – so when your knees wavered, Dante did the same and you kneeled on the floor, never letting go of each other; Dante holding you as tight as he could, promising himself he would never let go.

Vergil could finally put Yamato to rest. When they were in Hell, he allowed his brother’s rage to wear off while observing from afar. This time, he could do the same: guarding you and quietly keeping you both safe and sound.

A sad ghost of a smile graced the Dark Slayer’s lips as he calmly observed you. Maybe his brother was right after all, and he could only wish someday he would be as strong as Dante to carry such power.

A human heart.

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random mcd head cannons

travis during s3- WOW this is a rough one. poor guy. i rlly hate how an honestly rlly good character is undermined by his constant objectification of women but I DIGRESS. he mediates and kills the shapeshifting imps night and day. at this point he’s really good at recognizing their magicks- however he always falters for a second when they take the form of katelyn

laurance is a short king. hate that term but only use it ironically. he’s not super short but more like 5’ 8” but every time someone says their height he just chuckles and goes “really? cause i’m 6’1… so”

Garroth enjoys quiet time in the village. he seems like he’d have a silly little secret hobby like gardening or something. somewhere he can just be himself (was more helpful in his fugitive days while still wearing his helm 24/7- his secret gardening area gave him a break from wearing it) he likes to plant purple flowers to see aph smile

dante is always down for a challenge- more rampant in his younger years but a trait he never looses. he’s always the guy to look at a tall object and say “… who thinks i can climb that??” or to always wanna start arm wrestling/ dare or dare with the other boys

katelyn… oh boy do i hate how her very intricate character was made into “argggg anger issues”. she has a very interesting mix between calmness/ introspection and love for justice/tendency to escalate to anger. i think she genuinely does struggle with anger issues however i think her free time is spent almost 100% on calming practices when she’s not training

lucinda. you can’t TELLL me from her voice actor that she doesn’t have a tangible aura around her. non magickal characters can’t really place their finger on it, but when they’re around lucinda they don’t rlly wanna leave and it feels kind of ? warm? and comfy. warm like vanilla and cinnamon. this is a spell she casts to make people accept/ have natural disposition towards her because of how outcasted she feels as a witch

[icycoldninja]

Masterlist XI

Let's do this the right way; save space.

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED

Last updated: 11, 14, 2024

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Masterlist I

Masterlist II

Masterlist III

Masterlist IV

Masterlist V

Masterlist VI

Masterlist VII

Masterlist VIII

Masterlist IX

Masterlist X

DMC:

Sparda boys + V x Aerith-like!Reader headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Sophia-like!Reader headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Zookeeper!Reader headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Paranoid!Reader headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Constantly naked!Reader headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Jazz singer!Reader headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Kneading!Reader headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Reader with gift related trauma headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Maiden!Reader headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Reader with a mini-me headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Reader with a non sexual tickle kink headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Reader who is shy about noises headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Reader lactation kink headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Reader who has never seen snow headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Reader anime accident headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Pianist!Reader headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Psycho!Reader with a gun headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Reader with Marie Antoinette syndrome headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Reader with low life expectancy headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Reader Reader who makes otter noises headcannons

Sparda boys + V reacting to Reader giving them a wedgie headcannons

Sparda boys + V x People pleaser!Reader headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Best friends to lovers!Reader headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Reader first date headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Male!Reader headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Hurt dog-like!Reader headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Goth!Autistic!Reader headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Reader with weird cooking habits headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Haphephobic!Reader headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Sunburnt!Reader headcannons

Sparda boys + V Reading Reader's diary headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Reader with anger issues headcannons

Sparda twins + V x British accented!Reader headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Surprisingly strong!Reader headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Reader kitten situation headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Shy!Praiser!Reader NSFW headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Shinobu like!Reader headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Fem!Reader who gets stalked by a monster headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Knitter!Reader headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Visual-kei!Flutist!Reader headcannons

Sparda boys x Reader double proposal headcannons

Sparda twins + V x Old friend!Reader headcannons

Sparda boys × Daughter!Reader dating a bouncer headcannons

Dante x Chubby!Insecure!Reader headcannons

Dante + Vergil x Black Magic using!Frail!Reader headcannons

Dante + V x People pleaser!Reader with abandonment issues headcannons

I can't trust you (Dante x Traumatized!Reader angst/suggestive)

Dante x Autistic!Reader headcannons

Awkward things the Sparda boys + V do during sex headcannons

Dante + V x Reader who meows for attention headcannons

How the DMC boys would carry their SO

Sparda boys x Younger!Fem!Reader headcannons

Anal destruction (Vergil x Reader NSFW)

Naked encounter (Vergil x Reader NSFW)

Nightlight (Dante x Male!Neko!Reader)

Dante x aspec!Reader headcannons

Braids (V x reader fluff)

Second place (Dad!Vergil x Daughter!Figure skater!Reader platonic)

Too shy (Dante x Shy!Fem!Reader)

Super Spicy Shower Time (Dante x Fem!Reader NSFW)

Time (Nero x Reader angst)

He loved you (V/Vergil x Reader)

I don't feel pretty enough (Dante x Insecure!Fem!Reader)

Noise (Dante x Male!Neko!Reader)

Sparda boys + V x Reader with a southern accent headcannons

Sparda boys + V x Supposedly Dead!Ex!Reader headcannons

MGS:

MGS4!Raiden NSFW alphabet

It's Jack! (NSFW)

Jack the Ripper's grand appearance (angst/fluff/crack/NSFW)

If you slapped his butt (MGR)

X Blind!Male!Martial artist!Reader headcannons

Raiden imagine (NSFW)

Another Raiden imagine (NSFW)

FF7:

My superstar (Yandere!Sephiroth x Reader)

Pegging headcannons (Genesis x Reader)

Post-Nibelheim!Sephiroth x Creepy!Reader headcannons

Rescue (Sephiroth x Reader angst)

JJK:

Dating Gojo headcannons

Dating Mahito headcannons

HXH:

Dating Hisoka headcannons

Dating Illumi headcannons

Fairy Tail:

Dating Midnight headcannons

[basil-does-arttt]

dont mind me just thinking about some things

(How when Dante lunged at Vergil to attack him after V's reunion with Urizen, Vergil's only move was to defend, never to attack. Not once did he draw Yamato and try to hit back despite Dante's best attempts to get a strike in, and a genuine one at that, he only blocked Dante's attacks. The only times Yamato's blade was drawn in that scene was when Dante took the sheath to throw it and when he cut the portal open.

How even though Dante was understandably boiling over, upset and angry with his brother, that anger was not reciprocated in the slightest.

"Fighting you like this has no meaning" Its pointless, it wouldn't solve either of their issues and he doesn't want to go down that endless path of (self) destruction again, and he wants Dante to see that as well. When Dante taunts him, "Come on Vergil, lets do this." He ignores it.

"Heal your wounds, Dante. Get strong." He understands Dante's reaction is coming from a place of deep pain and trauma, he knows his little brother has been hurt by his actions both physically and mentally, and he now knows that hiding from and pushing away that pain is what made him - and Dante - weaker.

"After that we'll settle the matter." He wants to see his little brother again, just not like this.)

Also, i dont believe they would've killed eachother on top of the Qliphoth if Nero never intervened. To me, that fight read more like "like old times", a sparring match in the most over-the-top Sparda Family way possible. Vergil doesnt want to hurt Dante, and most definitely he doesnt want to kill his little brother. I think part of the reason he agreed to fight Dante on top of the qliphoth was twofold: 1, he wanted a rematch because Dante did just whoop his ass in the Urizen fight, and 2: Dante needed to blow off some steam, and what better way to do that than with a swordfight?

Yes they lunged at eachother toward the end in their DT forms, yes they taunt things like "Time to die!" But their SDT forms are tough. (And you know where they also threaten death as a taunt? In the SE Epilouge cutscene with the twins in hell, having yet another sparring match, which is clearly not leathal in the slightest. They sit down, give eachother a break and time to recover, before starting again. If it was a true battle, Vergil would've taken that opportunity to attack when Dante sat down.)

You know what i imagine would've happened? They collide and tumble and roll around untill they get tired. Of course Nero didn't know this, understandably panicked he wanted to stop them. But i still think even if he wasn't there, the twins wouldn't have killed eachother. And if Dante tried to kill Vergil, Vergil is very much capable of defending himself.

[projectmoon-smash-or-pass]

propaganda:

❌️ "I can't smash Sinclair. I look at his cute, adorable face and any feeling of lust just melts away, even knowing about this ""dark side"" he tends to repress. I just want to take him out on little platonic dates and give him a nice comfortable time. Maybe I'm thinking that ordeal he went through may have given him a sense of revulsion to that kind of thing and I know I don't have the heart to fix him OR make him worse. Someone else could though, probably."

✅ "EVERYONE CAN AND SHOULD SMASH A BISEXUAL TWINK. at least once. i think he would make cute noises"

✅ "Demian here. He's about to find where I live by doxxing my IP with the e-letter I sent him about his bird fursona art. I hear him talking with my mom rn at the entrance. Hope he'll like the fact that we hanged his fursona art in our living room."

✅ "i could fix him afterwards"

✅ (image below)

❌️ "i think having sex with him would send him into an anxiety disorder-driven anguish spiral. its for his own good"

✅️ "i need sinclair to get super angry and ravage me for my health. I know he looks cute but his anger issues are hot"

✅️ "sinclairs gonna feel my grip ill tell you that much"

✅️ "I so desperately need sinclair to ravage me and I’m not even gonna sugarcoat it. and like I mean absolutely demolish me. I need his hands to wrap around my neck like a collar and use me as he wishes. “but he’s cute and-” yeah but also there’s a lot of rage in that man. let him fuck. Let Him Fuck. I volunteer to be his stress relief. I need to keep going with him from company closing hours right to the very goddamn morning where Dante has to call in all the sinners for work. we are not going to be the same people as we were 12 hours ago when we finish"

[who-knows130]

Day 18-Headcannon

I have too many that I could draw out so here we are.

-Laurance Zvhal-

• 5 '9

• 24 at the start of Mcd

• heterochromia(After blindness is cured)

• Needs glasses, doesn't wear them

• his love language is physical touch

• Has a slight curl in his hair, which get's more curly when his hair is longer

• Agile and built more for speed

• Great cook

• knows how to braid hair

• Surprisingly easy to make flustered

• Has nightmares

• Bisexual

• Has some sharper features. Such as a sharper nose shape

• (Basically cannon but) hopeless romantic

• clingy

• knows hows to dance

• Loves to tick people off, specifically people who hate him

• Flirts intentionally with everyone, especially friends

• Has one scar on his face, that's on his left cheek.

• The rest of his scars are spread out across his body, even though I'd like to imagine there is one on his neck as well

• Sings when bored

• Fangs(Gets them from the Mefiwa curse)

-Garroth Ro'meave-

• 6 '0

• 24 at the start of Mcd

• When he ran away, he died his hair a browner tone and by the time of the events of Mcd the brown is fading out

• Freckles

• Has three scars on his face.

• Sort of has a mullet it sticks out of his helmet

• speaking of Helmet, he has helmet hair most of the time

• built like a tank

• Artist

• His pride gets in the way of his thinking quite a-lot

• Gay

• Has a more square facial structure.

• Guilt haunts him

• Deeper voice

• Temper issue

• Knows how to play the guitar

• Absolute hot mess

• Terrified to grow facial hair

• Gets shocked on how other people grew up, a-lot

• Knew Lucinda before everyone else met her

• Cats are his favorite animals

• Malik( Levin's father) is his Uncle

-Dante Ashida-

• Takes Nana's last name when he marries her

• Tanner skin

• Brown eyes

• 19 at the start of Mcd

• 34 by season 2

• 4 '11 In season 1, not for long though because he gets a growth spurt and is 6 '0 in season 2

• Shy

• Love language is words of affirmation

• Incredibly well balanced and agile

• Has a difficult time speaking about his feelings

• Dante's fascial shape is softer

• Pansexual

• likes to crotchet

• favorite animal are bunnies

• He gets nostalgia over everything

• keeps a journal

• supersingly charming

• makes bracelets for friends

• Likes to try on bows with Nana

• Panics if he loses his wedding ring

• Long eyelashes

-Katelyn Ognista-

• 6'2

• 25 at the start of Mcd

• Well mannered unless angered

• Dusty blue eyes

• Olive skin tone

• Athletic body type

• straight hair type

• Katelyn's anger is explosive. She tries to keep it down but it only makes it worse

• She likes flowers

• Her grandma was one the only female influences in her life

• Can play the flute

• She gets nauseous easily

• Starts MCD with short hair

• heart facial structure

• Has a resting B face

• Not certain on her future

• Misses her family

• Hates the ocean

• Favorite animal is lizards

• covered in scars

• her love language is acts of service

-Aphmau/Aphra-

• First and foremost, her name is Aphra in my retelling(I don't know if my writing of Mcd is a rewrite or not so eh)of Mcd

• 5 '0

• 21 at the start of Mcd

• Curly hair

• builder

• carries a pickaxe around

• Talks to herself

• Has a poor sense of personal space

• Chubby

• Stubborn

• Has the Dairies rebirth marks

• Likes to make flower crowns

• Feels required to take care of everyone

• Loves peonies

• Animals tend to flock around her

• Find tiny things adorable

• Tries to see the good in people but over eventually she doesn't....

• Her favorite shade of purple is this dusty dark purple. she finds it calming

• Curious on romance but finds she has too many complications in her life to explore it

• likes cat buts loves her wolves

• Has a hard time sleeping, like there's something waiting for her there....

I'm only going to do those 5. A-lot of things are stuff of my writing/ Rewrite of Mcd. Which has many OCs and is even told through an Oc. If any one who read this post wants to read my Rewrite of Mcd, I might post it on Tumblr. Have a nice day everyday!

[avaantares]

What's Sparda's reaction to Vergil messing up Big Time? 👀

Oof. You know, Sparda doesn't get enough canon screen time to rate as a sympathetic character out right of the gate, but putting him through this is how you make him one.

Just imagine him coming back (after decades of imprisonment, if we're going with the story summary I posted) and finding out that his firstborn son -- the studious one, the one who always behaved more responsibly than his brother, the one he entrusted with the Yamato -- not only undid all the work Sparda spent thousands of years and made great sacrifices to accomplish (sealing Temen-ni-gru, et al.), but also turned against humanity, which Sparda gave up his powerful position in the underworld and waged war against his own master to protect. That with no warmth or apparent regard for his own childhood home, his son completely destroyed the city in which Sparda had built a life and made a family -- a place he probably dreamed of returning, in between whatever tortures were inflicted upon him in his captivity. That the son of his beloved wife had such disdain for the humanity she imparted to him that he tore it out of himself by force. That his own son murdered thousands (perhaps tens of thousands) of humans, of whom Sparda was the self-appointed protector.

I think Sparda's reactions would, in some way, parallel the stages of grief. Shock and disbelief, at first. Then fury. Blinding rage. Possibly even a threat of punishment or extermination, because the things Vergil has done are exactly the kind of threats to humanity that Sparda set himself against.

(This is where it gets fun for a writer, because while Dante has his own extensive set of daddy issues to deal with, I think he would actually stand up to Sparda if he thought Dad was really about to kill his brother. Sparda may be his long-lost father, but Vergil is his twin, and he did not drag his brother's sorry backside back from the brink and follow him into literal hell just to let him get offed by an outsized disciplinary spanking.

Dante would be the one to tell Sparda what Vergil suffered in his absence -- because Vergil certainly wouldn't, and probably deep down believes he deserves punishment anyway -- and, while not justifying Vergil's choices, would at least attempt to convey what a terrible place he was in when he made them.)

After the anger would come mourning for the loving family and the home Sparda had hoped to return to, and which he'll never be able to recover, now that the trust between them has been broken. Eva isn't around to bridge the gap, and the only thing they really have in common now is a unilateral hatred of Mundus.

Ultimately -- meaning, story endgame material -- I think Sparda would be able to come to terms with what Vergil had done, especially if Vergil were clearly no longer the same person who had committed those atrocities (the advantage of a story that's several hundred thousand words in length is that you have room for complex character arcs!). But it would take a lot of time and distance, and a lot of specific writing toward that goal.

[azumasoroshi]

minidura chapter 4 react

simon i SWEAR ill get you out of there and that horrendous art style

also though. TEENAGE SHIZAYA CHAPTER LETS GO???? idk if narita made the minidura or if it's a separate illustrator but they are giving the FOOD rn

i was wondering where the official knowledge that simon forced izaya and shizuo to eat sushi together came from. i mean i guess this isnt official and it was probably stated in the anime somewhere but still, good to see it illustrated pff

AAAAAAAAA ive seen this image around tumblr but i didnt realize it was from minidura 😭 i thought it was fanart or smth (<-dumbass)

wait im actually going crazy over this akwjhkjdshs they're washing dishes together!!! now we just need them to do laundry and taxes and-

im going to go over the image limit this time on god

wow cant believe they're bathing each other too (<-delusional)

something about the first shizuo panel reminds me of aggretsuko. which is. actually. huh. arent they both like adults with anger issues. durarara aggretsuko au when

also deadass i forgot dennis existed until i read about him in a shizaya fanfiction and i was like "who's dennis" pfgfkhkd

so true though never throw kitchen knives kids

LMFAO HE JUST GAVE THEM MORE WORK INSTEAD OF RESPONDING

they're gonna be here all day at this rate. actually shizaya as fast food/restaurant staff au when because they'd have the stupidest rivalry known to man and i need it

fucking imagine shinra walks in and sees shizuo and izaya working by the counter

i hope izaya gets to eat fatty tuna by the end of this though. god knows he's gonna look cute as hell

made funnier by the fact that izaya at least definitely knows how to cook with how long he's been on his own and needed to feed his sisters

damn ive actually never seen someone's vein burst in a way where blood sprays out in anime akshGKJHJKSD thats impressive actually

dont look now but this may or may not inspire me to make a mermaid/pirate au (<-obsessed)

who needs kaiju battles when you can have blue fin tuna vs crab

they're literally never leaving this place bro they're gonna be stuck here for eternity. anyway here's a literary analysis of durarara pointing out why russia sushi is actually representative of dante's inferno /j

i want to read those blurbs so baddddd screams sobs bangs table

rip dennis dude he doesnt get paid enough to deal with shizaya

rippp time to listen to izaya pine hopelessly for the man he cant stop annoying for five seconds

simon had the right idea. too bad shizaya are shizaya

what is that face izaya. i cant tell if he's irritated that simon's right or irritated that simon cant understand how instinctual their hatred is or amused that simon thinks he and shizuo could be friends or amused because he thinks meaningless fighting is hilarious

oh......that kind of hurts actually

i can imagine izaya suggesting it as a joke and then lying in bed that night thinking about how it's never going to happen and it really sounds like a funny joke huh? (he is not crying)

i cant believe simon's been dealing with these bitches for like 7 years now like dude has the patience of a saint

😭give him his 50,000 yen simon

we can see that the crack in the sign is actually fixed now too ahhh time really flies when you're stuck in a relationship of mutual hatred

chibizaya is so cuteeeeeeeee

im sure he intended to paint himself that way in his recollection though pff

THATS RIGHT SHIZAYA BE THE PORCUPINES. SNUGGLE. DO IT

step aside erika, simon is the face of the shizaya nation now. especially with that "you just have a shizuo complex dont you" quote that i found the other day which i still havent recovered from

HAUDGHUSDH orihara izaya, pro unreliable narrator

hilarious how we never see tom's face. just his dreads lmfao

dennis and simon are so done with like izaya bro i think they can tell at this point that he's horrifically pining and has no healthy outlet for it. the bills go to him because they're bullying him

it'd be funny if they billed him 50,000 at the end actually pft

I KNEW WE'D GET THEM EATING TOGETHER!!! I HAD FAITH

they're so cute oh my god can i make that my header or something

10/10 chapter im going to punt izaya into a wall and get simon flowers

[hannahhook7744]

Got any Foulfellow sibling aka The 3 kids of Honest John and Gideon hc ? (Dante , Mateo and Julieanna Foulfellow )

Mateo, featured on the left, is a part of Uma's crew and is a very loyal member.

Dante (featured in the middle) is a loner conman.

Julieanna, featured on the right, is a conwoman with only one friend (that friend being Sabina Stromboli).

Dante is the oldest at 18, Mateo is the middle child at 16, and Julieanna is the youngest at 13 (in d1).

Honest John and Gideon try to make family dinners mandatory for all 3 of their kids because they want to be a normal family sometimes.

Dante and Julieanna are partners in crime. Mateo does not get involved most of the time because he's tired of their antics most of the time. That doesn't mean he NEVER gets involved though.

This gives him ‘the benefit of the doubt’ from their dads whenever the three of them get in trouble.

Dante can be described as responsable, serious, and stoic. As well as a loner and a conman.

Mateo can be described as an anxious mess, overprotective, and firey when pissed off. Mischievous with those he knows really well. Like with Uma's crew.

Julieanna can be described as a hyperactive, mischievous, impulsive, short sighted con woman. Some might even call her a thieving brat (but not within earshot of her older brothers).

Honest John and Gideon tried to get all three of their kids to fill out applications but Mateo refused, feeling that it would be a betrayal to Uma. He respected his siblings' choice to fill them out, however.

All three siblings aren't really big fans of school and it's one of the few things they can agree on.

Mateo is better at scamming people than either of his siblings.

Dante is the worst at scamming people and had gotten roughed up on more than one occasion when a con’s gone south. Which has caused both of his siblings (and his dads) to have to play nurse for him.

Dante has absolutely no friends and doesn't want any.

Julieanna’s future boyfriend, Pin, has to gain the approval of both of her brothers…which will not be easy.

They all use very outdated slang and no one knows what the heck they're saying.

Dante wants to be a pilot, Mateo doesn't have much of an idea of what he wants to do outside of being a pirate, and Julieanna wants to be a famous tap dancer.

They have some outdated hobbies as well.

Once the barrier is brought down, the three of them adore the auradon video games (and have fought over them) almost as much as they do Dr. Facilier's arcade games.

One of which is the Go Go Ballroom dancing game that Julieanna cheats at. Even if she won't admit it.

Julieanna is the best dancer and Dante is the worst.

Mateo’s best friends are the Gothel twins (Mason and Glenn). He doesn't have many friends outside of the crew but he also doesn't have many enemies either.

Mateo likes Diego de Vil’s music. Dante and Julieanna very much do not.

Mateo’s favorite colors are gray and blue, Dante’s are black and red, and Julieanna's are pine green and white (but she also likes gray and black).

Julieanna’s favorite food is water pie, Mateo’s is potato candy, and Dante’s is bacon roll ups.

Dante can't stand water pie but Mateo tolerated it.

Mateo hates bacon roll ups and Julieanna tolerates them.

The three of them all love 'State Fair Cream Puffs' and hate 'torta de coco' though (look, Honest John and Gideon suck at that particular dish. It's not their fault).

Honest John and Gideon got Julieanna when she was a few hours old as payment for a debt one of the Bimbettes (no one is quite sure which one) owed them. They got Dante the same way that year and Mateo the same way as well a year after that.

Dante has anger issues because of this and doesn't want any friends because he's scared they'll leave him like his real parents did. Nobody but him, Honest John, and Gideon know who his real parents are.

Julieanna doesn't know or want to know who her birth parents are. She's happy enough with the parents she has.

Mateo doesn't remember who his parents are but they are the route of his anxiety. Only Honest John and Gideon know who his parents are.

Honest John and Gideon refuse to tell anyone who the birth kids of their kids are because it's no one else's business but their own.

Dante has a glass eye collection. Everyone is too scared to ask where he got them.

Mateo has a weapon's collection. Honest John and Gideon have tried and failed to confiscate them.

Mateo nearly drowned in d2 during the pirates vs core four and co fight after he got kicked into the water. Hardy Hearts saved him.

Honest John and Gideon tried to get him to quit the crew after that but Mateo (loudly for once) refused.

Dante has pink-ish skin, blue ovalish shaped eyes, and short slightly curly black hair. He's also shorter than Mateo which infuriates him. He has a crooked nose from the three times it's been broken as well as one on his chin and behind his left ear.

Mateo has light tawny skin, big brown eyes, and short coiled dark brown hair. He has a hook shaped scar on his nose (Harry was very sorry about that).

Julieanna has pale skin, freckles, big green eyes, and copper red hair that goes down to her shoulders. She also has a scar on her left cheek.

[corvidcircus]

If you're still taking requests maybe how vergil and dante's s/os react to them coming back from hell eventually after the end of 5? :) I don't know how long they spend there but I know I'd go crazy if it was more than a few months... Love your writing! ❤

The Return

(post-DMC5, by roughly ten months)

Vergil's S/O-

you've been outwardly calm, and internally screaming

you were actually V's S/O

V told you about the whole situation just after he told Trish

the qliphoth was the first time you met Vergil, but he looked at you adoringly, just like V did

he softly assured you they'd be back, and leapt into the underworld within seconds of ending his bout with nero, leaving you scrambling to understand what was happening

you've been working to distract yourself from the fact that he's gone, and the fear he may not come back

you never really got to meet him, and he might be gone for good

it hurts

you hate it

the crew have noticed

you dont sleep well, you wont eat much, you're irritable and distracted

10 months later you are very close to giving up hope

youre on a job and suddenly both twins are just... there?

it throws you off balance and if it weren't for them covering you, things would've gone very poorly

you finish destroying the portal and the stragglers

you stop and actually see him for the first time

you don't remember moving, but you blink and you're across the room, crying, face shoved into his chest, clinging to him for dear life

he stiffens and then slowly returns the embrace

it takes a minute for you to get your breath back

you recognize pieces of the poet you knew, enough to gently tease him

"You're late, and in a lot of trouble," he winces apologetically

"but goddamn did I miss you."

that earns a small smile

("And I, you, my dove.")

Dante's S/O-

you're pissed, at first. mainly because before the Vergil fight you told him not to do anything ridiculously stupid.

mans had 1 job: he failed

after about 5 weeks, you start getting a little worried

the tree is mostly gone, so they must have succeeded in taking out the roots

the longer that goes by the more you think about something Nero said when he told the crew what happened

that they never said they had a plan to get back, in fact he seemed to think they may not be able to get back out of the underworld

the whole arcane research thing is not typically your go to for dealing with demons

why bother when hitting them with a sword is more effective

but without yamato, portals are hard to create, and even harder to control

you spend months running down any option you can think of to at least get to or from the demon world

it takes another 8 1/2 months to finally find something that you think might work

it doesn't

then after passing out, upset and exhausted, you startle awake at the sounds of the doors flying open

you must still be dreaming, because that looks like your devil

who's trapped in hell

right?

cue a dante patented stupid joke to diffuse tension

you quite literally vault over the desk into his arms and just feel that hes back

*hug*"I'm so happy you're back!"

and exactly 4 seconds later

*hitting him repeatedly* "Never fucking do that again!"

Bonus Nero's Reaction-

he's super fucking pissed off

ah yes lets leave the kid (with severe familial abandonment issues) suddenly without his family

remains fairly angry when the topic of either twin is brought up

but the longer that goes by, the more anger becomes distress, and eventually resignation

concerned, but unsure how to help Vergil's S/O

very bothered by the 'empty look' when he does jobs with VS/O

confused, exasperated, but not surprised at Dante's S/O's actions

a little tiny bit scared of the non-stop manic energy DS/O is embodying

first time seeing the twins back, he has way to many emotions to deal with so defaults to anger

likely throws down with either/both

the rage burns hot and fast this time, so the fight is messy and short

basically ends in him storming off and giving them the cold shoulder until someone makes the first move

(probably nero or dante lets be honest here)

*this is the headcannon version, there may end up being fully written one shots later

[maelihi]

Morbid Headcanons.

please please PLEASE do not read if you are sensitive to the following topics: sexual assault, drinking, pill abuse, hypersexuality, violence or graphic depictions of wounds and others- thank you. and stay safe <3

number one: (drug addiction and violence) balto has a pain pill addiction due to breaking his back in military school, and he gets addicted to them around his senior year of highschool. he doesn’t think much of it, until he injures his friend, and sends them to the hospital. this was a wake up call, and he went to a rehabilitation program.

number two: (sexual topics and child exposure) daniel is very cautious when it comes to sexual activity and encounters, since he was exposed to p*rn*graphy at a young age. this is related to a close story of mine, just to clarify. he often uses this soft mental state to cope with the fact that a lot of his earlier childhood memories are sometimes riddled with memories of the XXX tapes. like a more secretive way to age regress, and kind of feel calmer to a point.

number three: (child abuse and favoritism) further in life, garte ends up being an alcoholic and verbally and physically abused both vylad and zane. he would be pressuring garroth, but because of how garroth stood out, he was nervous that he would be caught as an abuser if garroth came out, since he would most likely be believed.

number four: (anger issues, abuse and discrimination) katelyn has severe, untreated anger issues, that harm both her and the people around her. she punches things, which injure her hands, and she kicks things, which caused her to permanently damage her foot. she also sometimes hurts people, such as travis, dante, and kawaii~chan. she’s also kind of ‘speciest’ towards werewolves, and would do many things offensive- (barking, saying ‘furry’ out loud, which i believe is the equivalent to a slur in aphs universe.)

number five: (stalking and implied assault) ein is incredibly stalker-ish. and he develops his whole personality around other people. he’s incredibly touchy, and back in his earlier days he wouldn’t take no for an answer. ever. this caused him to be outcasted. this kind of goes hand in hand with the idea that dottie, rylan, and daniel are also a bit clingy, and almost unaware of personal space and they are friends. (though in my au werewolves are very touchy, just in general.)

number six: (grooming and satanic themes) zenix. zenix was most likely in a way groomed by gene. in my au, gene was 18, and zenix was 14 when they met, and zenix was extremely religious, and was afraid of drugs and alcohol. gene came along and wanted a posse, a defense- and so zenix was one of who he chose, and he coerced him into a more satanic way of life and encouraged him to do substances, to be ‘cool’. (let it be known i have no problem with any religion, and everyone should be accepted <3)

number seven: (toxic relationships) in my au, ivan is transgender. his family was very against this, and were very horrible people. ivan then adopted a more stoic, masculine edge and personality, wanting to be threatening, and wanting people to fear him, respect him. he tried to be too controlling over lucinda, wanting to make her a kind of stay at home ‘lady’. and was very screamy when she was against it. ivan is a virgin, and very pissy about it.

number eight: (this one involves wounds and some limited gore) when aaron was very young, and because he was the ultima- he would have random bursts of anger, and aggression. and he would sometimes kill animals and tear them open, for the smell of blood, because he was unable to control himself. this caused him a great deal of pain, and caused him to be more desensitized to death later in life.

number nine: (desperation, homelessness and possessiveness) ein, jax and ryder are very possessive of one another, since ein took them in when ryder got kicked out for his behavior, and jax ran away from home. they are very toxic towards one another, and cannot be away from each other long, as it causes them distress.

number ten: (drug usage, juvie, and violence + gore) blaze was framed when someone put marijuana in his bag, causing him to go to juvie. while in there, not only did he end up actually smoking weed, he also got addicted to cigarettes. also while in prison is where he got the scar across his nose, where a kid ended up slicing his face over a pack of cigars. blaze is very shaky when in dangerous situations, since he has witnessed many injuries happen in juvie.

reminder: all of these are in some connection to me or my experiences. thank you and stay safe <3

[offshore-brinicle]

One thing I've noticed that may or may not be important in C6 is the different ways Dante and Heathcliff react to insults.

Heathcliff displays his anger quite clearly, even more so towards those with little to no power over him. Dante tends to either immediately pivot over to trying to make a joke about it, staying silent, or changing the topic [like how with Caiman, they were like 'thx for not murdering her' instead of adressing the things she actually says].

This may pose an issue during the canto, esp if Dante wants to try and help Heathcliff before he could potentially spiral into become more like his book version. And given the title, I'm unsure how much they'll be able to do with what little reference they have in terms of this sorta stuff. We're, what, six months into this whole thing in-verse? That's not exactly a lot of time.

I do think C6 will be what makes Dante really look back at the other sinners, and try to understand them beyond first impressions, especially considering just how much Heath alone has changed up til now.

Plus, I think Rodya and Hong Lu will have some Moments, and a sullen look or two from Sinclair or Outis wouldn't be unexpected.

Honestly, I see this very possibly. Canto V was essentially the start of Dante actually being an active force in aiding the Sinners, after somewhat trying and failing with Sinclair back in Canto III and then not being particularly relevant in Yi Sang's journey and growth in Canto IV compared to other parties involved to then them being a huge factor in Ishmael's realization and her changing her mind in favor of a better path for herself by actively reaching out. It feels like things have been progressively getting better but taking in count Heathcliff's lifelong abuse and the comments in Yield my Flesh hinting that from now on is when the "actual" plot begins makes me feel like next chapter won't be as...easy or straightforward, they might potentially even fail to gain the Golden Bough.

Heathcliff himself has been dismissed so much by the others lately that it feels...intentional, as a friend of mine @/ishcliff has gone more in-depth into that, which will probably end up being the point of conflict this time as he drifts away from the others.

Another interesting example of how you mention Heathcliff's changes is that Meursault is also showing subtle changes himself for example, from talking about his mother unprompted to purposefully not telling on Aeng-du dragging Kim away despite being scolded for not commenting on Sinclair's panic attacks in III, so I wouldn't be surprised if there is more pre-Canto character exploration like you mention, and even more how that character growth will contrast with what's to come, even for Yi Sang who's character arc isn't exactly "complete" despite his breakthrough in Canto IV because the story of the League of Nine still isn't fully untangled and he states this as being his personal resolution to Dante from now on and he still hasn't actually confronted Gubo and then you have the reveal of Rim and Young-ji possibly still being alive and around somewhere

Even in Yield my Flesh again we also had the mention of how Don Quixote has become less reckless and then in V when Rodion pulled Ishmael to the side...and the Sinners have also become aware of the pattern of each one of them having their past exposed and being tested during their journey, so with Dante also wanting to grow close with everyone else and slowly forming that resolution to watch over them and stay by their side I wonder how this will all come to the forefront and how trends will be broken from now on

Thanks for the message! It's all very interesting things to ponder on and speculate, I cannot wait for Canto VI genuinely

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Michael Vibourne Bancroft (with updated ref sheets n info)

Michael is the bodyguard/butler/substitute bartender for the Audhild family, (The Audhild family hunts inhuman beings and supernatural, and gain their funds through the Audhild Family Casino named Bar Bahamut, i never said the Audhilds were creative)

Michael is a tired werebat who can tend to have anger issues.

Michaels bat pendant:

Michael s bat pendant rests in his collar and can be pulled down into a necklace. It is his restriction system. It supresses:

His hyperactive senses

Monster form

Wings

Durable skin

Full strength and speed

Animal instinct

And so on

It can falter when given direct order from his master, when his master djes, when he feels extreme anger, when hes very injured, and when hes overly excited. Michaels restraints prevent him from going beserk/primal, or having thinhs simmilar to sensory overload fom the busy workplace and hia usual hightened senses.

A guide to Michaels scars:

tw: violence and gorey talk

back carvings: In Michaels back is carved: 'Praise, Worship, Serve, God is my salvation'. These markings eere given to him at St. Jacobs Catholix Orphanage by Father Evans and Father Smith. They were done with a regular hunting knife at the age of 13.

leg scars: He has lomg scars across his right thigh from his own claws in a fit while deep in the fost after driven by the village. He has again, huntung scars along his legs. He also has deep claw marks on his left calf after being dragged into the water by a monster in 1976.

arm scars: He has a small bullet scar on his left bicep from a monster hunter, he has some self inflicted scars, as well as some bite markd and clae marks from his many years hunting.

face scars: He has two scars on his face. He has a large deep scar across his cheek horizontally and a smaller shallower one coming up from his jaw vertically. The vertical scar was aquired in a bar fight when he was 18. The large cheek one was given at the age of 21. He had been running from the werebat, and upon not seeing it anymore, he stopped. When he turned, his face was slashed open by its claws.

torso scars: He has a large slash across his gut. The same werebat instance, as he scrambked away, it pounced, slicing his abdomen ooen and feasting from hin. The smaller scars across his sides and chest are simple hunting scars

hand scars: the three upon his right hand were inflicted in the orphanage after Michael got into a fight

michael gets medmerized by anything that glows

michael loathes the feeling of hunger

michael loves (well likes) to drink

'the devil wears a suit and tie' (that actually reminds me of irk mike singing about gabriel)

michaels fav band is queen

michael has a tendancy to bond faster with women

on that note michaels fav person is walter

kinda queer

michael is sensitive especially to peppermint and cinnamond

he cant swim (but werebat mike is different)

Michael origin timline

,Fpr threeish years of his life he kives with his ill mother, till she passed and he went to St. Jacobs Orphanage.He was there up until the age pf 13, to which i ts burned down. From 13-18(or 19) he was hunting smalll animals for money and placing bar bets. At 19-20ish he moved tp London, where he began working at 'The Kings Head', a small english pub. He worked there until he was 21 to which at 21 he was brutalized by a werebat after his shift. For many years he terrprized and feasted off that village, till he wss driven out. After many many yearsn he found a casino, to which hed loiter outside and wait for pray. He was found by Dante Audhild and firced to work for him. He was rehabilitated by Elizabeta and has been workin for the Audhild family ever since.

Full Name: Michael Bancroft

Nickname(s: Mikey, batboy, beast, Michael, Vibourne, Bancroft

Gender: Male

Age: 23 in appearance

Birthday/year: 1847 November 13th

Hair: Long black hair, fluffy and rather messy

Eyes: A dull burgundy-crimson 

Language(s): Romanian, English (London)

Height: 6’3”

Weight/Body structure/Physical Faults: 172 lbs, Lean yet muscular, narrow waist, boney hips and rather prominent hip dips 

Physical/Mental Health: High senses, Strong, Healthy, Very stressed and rather depressed 

Clothing: Black undershirt, golden crosses on his arms, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black and purple aristocrat suit, bat pendant (restrictions)

Parents/Guardians: Orphan

Siblings: N/A

Friends/Allies:  Elizabeta, Seras Victoria, Pip Bernadotte, Miss Marilyn Audhild, 

Enemies: Gabriel, Alexander Anderson, Enrico Maxwell

Beliefs/Religion: Misotheism

Career/Past Career(s): Bartender, Hunter, Merc, Male performer, 

Dreams/Life Goals: To be free

Speech Patterns/Frequently Used Phrases: Tired, ‘La Naiba’

Hobbies: Drinking, playing casino games (Especially texas hold em poker), 

Likes: Eating, sleeping, smoking, playing games, fire

Loves: Things that glow, blood

Dislikes: Overconfident people, being in captivity, failing, losing his prey

Loathes: Hunger

Fears: Water, Catholic imagery/symbolism 

Strengths: Flying, Physical strength, and keeping an eye on prey

Weakness: Extreme temperatures, strong smells, loud noises,

Good Qualities: Loyal, determined, ambitious 

Bad Habits: A mess.

Natural Talents: Agile, Strong, Very high stamina

[icycoldninja]

Hii I luv your writing and I re read the sometimes j for funzies!! :D

How would the DMC guys react with their partner having anger issues stemming from childhood trauma? They can be working on their temper with the DMC men encouraging hobbies or activities to alleviate stress.

Their childhood could be dysfunctional and now as an adult they have unresolved issues with negative emotions making them frustrated/annoyed/ irritated over small things.

For example the s/o can be minding their own business but one small thing can make them huffy in irritation. They don’t mean to act like that, but it’s like instinct to raise their voice.

Thank you so much! Please enjooooy!

Sparda boys + V x Reader with anger issues headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante knows what it's like to be angry all the time. Back in his day, he felt the same way, only he hid his anger with jokes and goofiness.

-Helps you calm down whenever you get too riled up, and somehow knows all these different activities to take your mind off things.

-He certainly turns his silliness to the max to cheer you up.

-He understands dysfunctional childhoods like no one else, and makes sure to give you all the comfort, hugs, and cuddles he wished he had when he was in pain.

-He could never get bothered with you, even if you snap at him out of the blue.

-Encourages you to try squeezing stress balls when you start to get upset.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil is very calm, and retains that cold aloofness even after you blow your top.

-He recommends punching a punching bag to vent your anger.

-Since he has a home gym, access to a punching bag is not that difficult to obtain.

-On rare occasions when you are away from a bag that you can punch, Vergil allows you to punch his palms as hard as you can, since it is unlikely that you would hurt him.

-He's not the best at verbal comfort, but his hugs are warm and strong.

-Will give you food after an outburst because he knows anger makes one hungry, and vice versa.

□ Nero □

-Nero is prone to bursts of rage just like you are.

-Sometimes you get into fights over this very fact.

-Still, Nero knows you are the way you are because you went through some shit, just like he did, and knows not to take anything you do too personally. If only you thought the same.

-Often suggests using exercise to calm down, which results in you guys going for runs or long walks together.

-Will listen if you want to get anything off your chest, but he's not that good at giving advice.

-Remembers that sometimes he wanted hugs when he was angry, so he goes and gives some to you when you're angry. Peak logic.

● V ●

-V is a very calm person, so he handles you with ease.

-A hug from V and a few comforting words are usually all it takes to calm you down, if not completely, then substantially.

-Encouraged you to try making an anger diary, where you write down all the things that make you mad.

-Shadow is surprisingly helpful, too. Who knew petting a fluffy monster would soothe your soul?

-V does get a little hurt by your abrasive comments, but Griffon reminds him you're not you when you're yelling.

-V just tries to be there for you, because while you are very grouchy, you can be sweet and loving, too.

[floralcavern]

In Between Mine and Yours

Summary:

Violet Emrys is taken to the In Between, a land between life and death. It is running with murderers, conquerors, and gods, all of whom want power over everyone else. She has to survive this place and find a way to get back home with the help of two gods. But what happens when everyone else here doesn't want this world to 'reset'?

Chapter 1: This is Normal

Chapter 2

Violet was your average girl. She got decent grades, had two parents, and went to public school. Sure, she had no friends. Sure, she had violent anger issues. Sure, her parents didn’t actually love each other. Sure, her teachers hated her.

But, over all, she was just your average girl.

Like, most kids’ parents divorce, right? It’s normal. Not at all strange.

….

OK, ya, she was in denial.

Violet knew her life wasn’t ‘average.’ Most kids her age had parents who loved them and actually cared about their wellbeing and yad yada, blah blah, gag me with a spoon. Not to mention, most girls her age didn’t get in fights..

Violet was behind the school, 3 boys from her class attempting to corner her.

“You’re going to regret what you did yesterday, Emrys,” said guy 1, the ugliest of the 3, Soren. A big meathead with a thick head of brown hair to make up for his lack of brain.

“Oh, calm down! I just told the truth. Emma is a bitch!”

The other two grabbed her arms, holding her down as Soren went in for a punch.

“Don’t you talk about my girlfriend like that!”

He hissed, breathing right in her face. Ugh, why did his breath smell like onions?

Oh, wait, that was her breath. She threw up.

Ya, that’ll happen when you get punched in the gut by a guy twice your size…

The two guys who were holding her down let her go, one, Kai, exclaiming, “Ah, gross!” as he removed his blazer. The other, Dante, was just laughing his ass off.

Violet glared coldly at Soren. She knew she should just back down, let him have the last laugh and get out of this situation. But Violet was impulsive. And she hated when people thought they won over her.

So, in retaliation, she scooped up some dirt-vomit mix and threw it right in his face.

“Ah, sick!” he roars in disgust, wiping the nasty mess on his face.

“You’ll pay for that, you slimy little cu-!”

She cut him off by grabbing Kai and throwing him at Soren, knocking both of them down. She was lucky Kai was so skinny and light, even for someone of her size.

She turned her attention to Dante, who stopped laughing and now had his eyes locked on her.

She kicked him in the shin, but it only delayed him for a moment before he pinned her to the wall. She bit into his arm as hard as she could, and in retaliation, he stomped on her foot.

The other 2 managed to scramble up and get back over to her. She headbutted Dante and unslung her backpack and, at full force, slammed it into Soren’s face.

“Soren!” Kai exclaimed, but all Soren responded with was an agitated groan.

Violet decided that she had the last laugh, so booked it out of there as fast as she could, but Dante was in toe, Kai staying behind to check on Soren.

“Get back here, you red haired bitch!” Dante yelled. 

Perks of being small and skinny? You can run pretty damn fast. So Violet was able to keep running far ahead. Despite the fact that she felt like she was going to throw up again.

She ran into the school, some teachers glancing at her before rolling their eyes, probably thinking ‘Just her again.’ 

She ducked into an empty classroom, hiding below the windows and staying as still as she possibly could. She could see his shadow looming through the window, haunting her. Searching for her.

But, eventually, the shadow went away, allowing her to let out a relieved breath.

She tried to collect her thoughts and assess herself.

Her head felt like someone smacked her with a lead pipe, her throat tastes like gasoline, and she had vomit on her shirt.

Yep, that was normal. Normal for her, anyways. Minus the vomit on shirt thing.

She leaned against the wall, not wanting to move before she pulled out her phone.

4:20 pm, March 4, 2063. No new notifications. Not even from her dad, who she is living with currently. Great.

She eventually found the strength to stand up, though not straight.

She trudged out of the classroom, walking past several teachers, none stopping her to ask if she was ok. Maybe one or two mumbled something like, “Get better soon..” “Stay safe..”, but that was about it.

Whatever, that was normal too.

She missed the bus. So she had to walk. Typical.

It was a chilly day, but it was the passing period of winter and spring, so it wasn’t as bad as some of the other days she had to walk home. 

Her house was up in the distance. A small place made of yellow painted wood and a front yard patio bound to give you at least 5 splinters and an out of control garden that was clearly forgotten about years ago.

That was her dad, for you. He gains interest in something or decides he wants to have a hobby or something to take care of, but he loses interest within the first month. She knew this all too well.

The door creaked open and she announced to no one who cares, “I’m home.”

There was some noise coming from the kitchen and her dad walked out with an unimpressed look. “You’re late.”

She shrugged. “If you noticed, you should’ve come to pick me up,” she said passive aggressively before walking past him to go to her room.

He watched her as she walked off.

“What’s with the vomit?”

“Bad lunch,” she said sarcastically, met with a scoff of annoyance from her dad who decided that he actually didn’t care enough to press on.

She opened up the door to her room and immediately she felt like she entered a new plane of existence. One where she reigned supreme and no one could bother her. Especially since she installed a lock to her door and soundproofed the walls.

She could sing along to whatever she wanted, dance around, anything. And today, she played some music on shuffle. Rock and roll songs with lots of screaming and metal guitar.

She changed out of her school uniform, dropping the filthy shirt to the floor and changed into her clothes. A white collared shirt and mauve sweater vest and gray plaid skirt and gray nylon tights. She knew that most people would change into their pajamas, but Violet never went anywhere other than school and maybe the grocery store, so she never got to wear her clothes. Wearing them in her room felt like it was the only time they would be of use.

She plopped onto her bed and grabbed her laptop. She liked watching older anime on pirated websites that are definitely going to give her at least 10 different viruses. Currently she was watching a show called One Piece, the newest episode had just been released today.

She relaxed under her blankets and watched the episode without anyone bothering her. No mom, no dad, no friends. Just her, her room, and her laptop. That made her invincible.

But she was interrupted from her time of quiet by some noises outside her window. And not the typical wind in the distance or branch knocking against the glass. Human noises. Talking.

Suspicious, she approached her window, peaking through the curtains, but saw no one there. She decided that she must have officially lost her mind and dropped it.

She left her room, half waiting for her dad to say ‘Look who emerged from her cave’, but he probably didn’t even really notice she was in there for so long, like usual.

He was in his office, doing some sort of paperwork.

“Dad. What’s for dinner?” Usual answer. “I don’t know. Make something.”

She sighed and turned away from him, walking to the kitchen and pulling out a spoon and a jar of marshmallow fluff and just eating that.

She sat at a bar stool and occasionally glanced at her phone. She didn’t know what she was expecting. Her mom to call and ask how her day was? Never gonna happen.

After her stomach began to riot against her for eating only trash, she decided to get up and put the marshmallow fluff away. Then she poked her head back into her dad’s office, like she’s a cat quietly asking ‘attention?’.

Of course, her dad didn’t notice. Figures. But that was normal, so she wasn’t too heartbroken over it.

As she was walking back to her room, she heard that noise again. Like there’s someone outside. It sounded too real to be in her head. Right? 

So she decided to just walk outside and investigate.

It was late evening, so dark outside. She used her flashlight to scan her surroundings before yelling out, “Cmon out, robber!”

Her yell was met with something soft bouncing off her head.

“What the-?”

She looked down to see what hit her and saw a toilet paper roll.

“The hell?”

Then she used her flashlight to scan the trees.

“TP!?”

Toilet paper strung from the branches of her house, eggs had been splattered on her patio, and it was all a general mess.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?”

That’s when she saw those assholes.

“Bitch!” Soren yelled out before him and the other 2 goons sped away. How they got away with driving cars at 15, she had no clue.

“Seriously!? What is this, the 1980s!?”

The door opened and her dad walked out, scratching the back of his head and clearly annoyed. “Violet, what is going o- WHAT THE HELL!?”

“Dad, some guys from my class came over and did this!” she said, seething with rage. And he was too. But it seemed directed at her.

And when he grabbed her wrist and dragged her inside, that’s how she knew it was directed at her.

“Ow, dad! What the heck!?” He brought her to the kitchen and let her go, crossing his arms. 

“What did you do?” he asked darkly.

“What!? What did I do?”

“Your classmates made that mess? What did you do to make them want to?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Dad! Those guys are just dicks!”

“You did something, Violet. I know you. You are hot tempered, and you always have been. You get it from your mother’s side of the family.”

“Oh, don’t even start with that!” she spat. “You can’t blame me for this!”

“Does this have to do with why you were covered in vomit when you came home?” he said in an accusatory tone. 

“No! Well, ya, but, dad, those guys started it!”

“And let me guess? You couldn’t walk away and had to be the one to end it?”

She didn’t respond. He said it as if it was bad to stand your ground. It shouldn’t be! Besides, she’s always been like this. It’s not new.

“I swear, I should’ve let you live with your mom.. Then she’d be the one to deal with the mess outside.”

Her heart dropped and that was when she couldn’t stop herself. 

“She’d ignore me just the same, you asswipe!”

There was a thick silence in the air. Tension so thick, you could cut it with a butter knife.

Eventually, he spoke. “What did you say?” he asked dangerously.

“You heard me!” she continued. “I never asked to be your guys’ daughter, but I am! If I had any say in the matter, I’d live with neither of you!”

“How dare you speak to me like that?! I put a roof over your head, feed you, give you clothes!” “The bare minimum!? And feed me!? When was the last time you cooked me dinner, dad!?”

“I get you food to cook yourself!”

“I am 15! I barely know how to operate a damn oven! I am tired of Stouffer’s lasagna made in the damn microwave!”

“Learn how to cook!”

“Why can’t you just care!?”

“I don’t have time!”

She was crying now. “Time for your own daughter?!”

“If you weren’t so high maintenance-”

“UGH!” 

He sucked in a breath and struck her across the face, causing her to stumble back.

Violet’s been in a lot of fights. She once had a 17 year old football player grab her by the hair and throw her across the room. And, on a pain meter, the slap didn’t even crack the top 10. 

But emotionally..

Tears spilled down her face rapidly and soon she was an absolute mess.

“I hate you!” she yelled. “You and mom!”

She couldn’t even see his face. He could be guilt ridden, trying to apologize. Or he could be seething with rage still. Or maybe, just maybe, he had that same neutral face of disinterest she saw all too often.

She got up and pushed past him.

“Where are you going!?”

“Anywhere but here!”

She grabbed a jacket off the coat rack, grabbed her purse, and ran. 

“Violet Juniper Emrys, you get back here this instance!”

She ran to the garage and found her dusty, rusted bike. It was so old it still had the training wheels on. But it was all she had. She hopped on and pedaled away as fast as she could, into the night.

She couldn’t believe this had happened. Her dad hit her. She knew he didn’t like her. That was all normal. But him hitting her?

The cold air blasted against her face and she was convinced she might pass out. She stopped at a bus stop, collapsing on the bench. A homeless man glanced at her and quietly offered her a dirty rag to wipe her face.

She shook her head. “No thank you..” she sniffled.

She sat up straight and looked at the moon.

“I hate mom.. I hate dad.. I hate Soren, and Kai, and Dante..” she whispered to herself, rubbing her hands together to try and stay warm. Fuck, it was frigid.

She eventually pulled out her phone, which was at 40%. She wished she had grabbed some supplies. A charger, food, warmer clothes, a blanket…

Who could she call? She didn’t have any contacts on her phone.

Her dad started to call her, but she hung up immediately. Then he called again. Then again. Then she just blocked him. Stupid, ya, but she couldn’t care.

Her eyes landed on a contact.

Mom. Last called January 15, 2063 at 7:13 am. Her thumb hovered over the call button before pulling the trigger and clicking on it.

Brr.. Brr.. Brr..

“Hello, you have reached the voicemail of Carla White-”

Violet hung up.

Of course she didn’t answer. What was she expecting? It was normal, her mom to not answer. She was probably out boozing, laughing with friends while she bitches about her ex-husband and daughter.

The thought made more tears dare to reach the surface, but she quickly wiped them away.

The homeless man glanced her way again and he sighed before slouching over and doing something. He then tapped her shoulder and held something out to her. A pair of old, worn, black fingerless gloves.

“O-Oh. No, you need them more.”

He shook his head. “When I was your age and ran away from home, I needed the kindness of a stranger too. Take ‘em.”

She stared at the gloves before taking them, not feeling grateful, just guilty. How pathetic was she that she needed the pity of someone like him?

“I can tell by your face what you’re thinkin’,” he said. “Don’t think like that. Sympathy comes round to everyone. Everyone feels that need to help, even us who may have less. Nothin’ wrong with that. Ain’t it wonderful, that that’s what unites us as people?”

She stared at him for a moment, processing his words, before blurting out, “Can you be my dad?”

The man burst out laughing and just shook his head. “Nah, nah..”

She looked away, embarrassed for even bringing it up. She hated how impulsive she was.

“You should find somewhere warm,” the man said. “There’s a shelter down the street.” “Why aren’t you there?”

He shrugged. “I like the night.”

She couldn’t argue with that. She got up and hopped on her bike.

“Thank you for your kindness.”

He smiled. “Life’s rough. We just gotta power through it.”

She smiled back and peddled down the road.

She wondered if that man was meant to be there, as a miracle, to give her strength for what would happen next. Because if she hadn’t met him…

Getting hit by that truck would’ve been the last straw for her.

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