#devil may cry short fanfic

[icycoldninja]

Living his best life (Dante X Fem!Reader fluff)

A/N: Sequel to this fic here. @altissia-09, you might be interested 😁

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"Daddy, daddy, daddy!" Dante let out a small laugh as a sweet, smiling little girl ran up to him, arms spread wide, mouth even wider in a big, silly grin.

"Hey there, princess!" He replied, lifting her into the air. "What are you doing?"

"I wanna play!" Your daughter cried, kicking her feet happily as she was spun around a few times.

"OK, what do you wanna play?" Dante replied, setting her down. Your daughter ran to her toy box and pulled out a small nerf gun.

"Shooting range!" She declared, happily.

"Alright!" Dante responded, echoing her enthusiasm. The two then marched towards the door, passing you, who happened fo be cooking in the kitchen, in the process.

"And just what are you two goobers doing?" You asked, teasingly.

"We're gonna play shooting range," Your daughter exclaimed, raising her toy gun into the air. "Jackpot!" Dante chuckled at his child's increasing imitation of himself; you rolled your eyes.

"Alright, have fun, you two," You said, laughingly. "And don't forget to be back in time for dinner."

"When is dinner?" Asked Dante.

"Yeah, when is dinner?" Chimed in your daughter.

"At 6. Don't be late, ok?"

"We won't," Dante promised, leaning forward and planting a kiss on your cheek. "Alrighty, come on then, D/N! We're gonna shoot some soda cans!"

"If we have time after, can we visit Uncle Vergil?" Your daughter inquired, as she headed for the front door.

"Uhh..yeah, sure, why, though?" Dante asked, bemused.

"I wanna shoot him!" Replied your daughter, with a grin almost as devilish as Dante's.

"Hell yeah, that's what I like to hear!" Dante cheered, ruffling your daughter's hair.

"Language, Dante!" You called from the kitchen, shaking your head after the two lovable morons left the house. Those goofy dingbats. You loved them so much.

Dante loved you and your daughter too; looking back on that day several years ago, when you tearfully announced your pregnancy on the doorstep of Devil May Cry, Dante was so glad that he'd chosen option B, cause now he was living his best life, and he couldn't be any happier.

[bitterlycursedstars]

Short fic- sexual tension and dirty talk

Word count- 709

V x GN!reader

Summary-Nico rightfully suspects that there's some sexual tension between you and V, so she takes matters into her own hands by forcing you to stay inside the locked van with him until you two get to the bottom of it.

The Van Scene

  "Nico, what the hell are you doing?!" I yelled as she shoved me through the van's door, locking me inside.

  "It's for your own good! Y'all need to quit whining and talk it out! Be honest for once!" She yelled through the window and walked away. Y'all? It's not just me in here?

  "I see she outsmarted you as well." A voice came from the passenger seat, almost giving me a heart attack as I fell onto the couch terrified.

Oh no. Not him. Anyone but him.

  "MotherFUCKER! You scared me half to death, V!" I yelled as I held my chest, feeling my heart pounding.

  "My apologies." He said quietly.

  "Y'know, I can hear the smirk." I snapped at him as I stood up. I heard him chuckle as I said it. I rolled my eyes and sat on the couch.

  "Do you know the purpose of this?" V got up and walked over to the chair in front of the couch and sat.

  "No. I thought we were just going to hang out, and then she pulled this stunt. Why are we here?" I looked over at him to find he pulled out his book and began reading.

  "Apparently, you and I have been rather hostile towards each other for too long. She seems to have some thought that we have feelings for each other and refuse to admit them." He scoffed as he turned the page.

Feelings? V? I decided to just look out the window and ignore him.

I began looking at him sometime later.

  "Don't you get cold in that jacket? If you could call it that..." I scoffed at him, causing him to roll his eyes and smirk. What a douche.

  "As a matter of fact, I do not. I actually find it quite comfortable. Unless, of course, you'd rather see me without it?" He peeked up from his book and smirked again, knowing what he just did to me. My face immediately turned red and I looked back out the window beside me. I heard him chuckle and he went back to reading.

 

  "I still can't believe she locked us in here until we "can get along". It's ridiculous." I sighed, not looking away from the window.

  "It's you who has the issue. I am perfectly fine being around you." He said smugly, without looking up from his book this time.

  "I have an idea... Why don't we just fake a hug, and pretend like we solved everything?" I rested my chin on my hand as I suggested. I looked over at him in time to see his eyebrow raise in curiosity.

  "Nah, nevermind. That's dumb. It would never work anyways." I shook my head and looked back towards the window. All of a sudden, I felt eyes on me.

 

  "You really have no idea, do you?" He closed his book and stood up and begin walking towards me.

  "What are you talking about, V? No idea about what?" I was extremely confused by his sudden change in demeanor. I stood up to meet him, only for him to push me back down onto the couch.

  "I didn't say you could get up, now did I?" He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, making sure I couldn't escape his grasp.

  "V, what the f--" I started to yell out in surprise, but was quickly cut off by lips crashing into mine and a tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I wasn't sure how to react for a few seconds, but soon realized what was happening.

Is he really saying he likes me?... I let myself follow his lead and kissed him back. He broke away from the rough kiss to breathe.

  "Now... be good, and do as you're told... Unless you want me to punish you." He grabbed my face in his hand and squeezed, forcing me to look into his eyes while he gripped the handle of his cane firmly in his free hand. I swallowed hard and nodded.

  "Yes, sir." I whispered.

  "Good. Truthfully, I was hoping for an excuse to use my cane on you, but we'll see." He said in a silky smooth voice and smirked at me, causing me to whimper.

[cocosnows]

A Lone Sword

Chapter 3

After getting thoroughly cleaned, the two boys got dressed with the clothes the woman gave them. Dante wore a yellow t-shit and blue denim overalls that fit a little two big. Vergil chose some shorts and a blue button shirt.

“… Interesting decision…” Vergil said to Dante.

“It’s cool isn’t it?!”, Dante replied excitedly.

“Heh, if you say so”.

The two children went downstairs. Hank and Linda were waiting for them.

“Heya boys! Wow, I couldn’t even recognize you two! Was the bath ok?”

“Y-yes… it was nice��� thanks”, Vergil replied to the woman.

“We made some breakfast for y’all, I thought you might be hungry”, said Linda.

Two plates of sunny side up eggs and bread were sitting on the kitchen’s table.

“Don’t be shy boys, make yourselves comfy, ‘kay?”, Linda told them.

“We need to tend to the farm so we’ll be out. You can go wherever, just don’t cause a ruckus, ya heard?”, the man warned them.

“Yes… thank you”, Vergil responded with a serious tone.

The couple went out of the house and left the two boys alone.

Dante eagerly sat down on the table and started wolfing down his meal. Vergil was just silent. He sat down quietly and barely ate his food. When Dante finished his meal, he looked at Vergil and saw his plate almost untouched. He got concerned and asked:

“Verge… what’s wrong? Not hungry? Lemme tell ya, this is reall-“

“Dante”, Vergil interrupted him.

“What happened to mom?”

Dante froze, and his expression drastically changed. After collecting his thoughts for a moment, he started telling everything.

“Some time after you ran away… mom and I went into the house… we started hearing weird sounds around the house. Suddenly, the kitchen was on fire, and somehow all upstairs was on fire too. Mom shoved me into the living room drawer and told me to hide… to escape, and to learn to be on my own… then….”

Vergil was looking at Dante expectantly, and extremely nervous. He didn’t want to hear it, as it pained him to even think about it. But he knew he had to know the truth.

“After she closed the door, she ran to the door… while screaming your name.”

Vergil gasped loudly.

“She couldn’t go out because… b-because… those… demons…”

Dante lowered his head, put his hands on his face and started crying.

Vergil was left speechless. He stood up instinctively because of the shock. Even though Dante didn’t really mentioned what the demons did to Eva, Vergil saw her body with his two eyes. He saw how ruthlessly they murdered her.

“So mother… she really… she… actually…”

He had always thought Dante was the favorite, the preferred one… the one she loved more, but by hearing this he realized… his mother… she was willing to lose her life just to save him.

This realization devastated him. Tears started streaming down his face while his mind was busy assimilating this information.

After a moment, Vergil looked at his crying twin.

“It’s… it’s all… your fault”

Dante lifted his head to look at his brother. With a tearful face and a shaky voice, he just replied a broken “Huh?”.

He raised his voice and shouted at his brother:

“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT”

He threw his chair away and grabbed Dante by the collar, almost lifting him off the ground.

“If you had NEVER been such a spoiled little brat… if you had NEVER made me angry and bothered me in the first place… the demons would’ve never attacked me… AND IF— IF YOU HAD NEVER EXISTED… THEN MOM… SHE WOULD STILL BE ALIVE”

“Vergil… I… I didn’t… I couldn’t—“

“SHUT UP”

Vergil tightened his grip on his brother’s neck and spoke to him in a threatening voice while looking directly at his eyes.

“You’re weak, Dante… you couldn’t protect her… you couldn’t protect yourself… you’re NOTHING”

He threw Dante, making him stumble and fall on his back.

“Those are some pretty hash accusations there, son”

The voice of a man could be heard from the entrance of the kitchen.

Vergil got startled by the presence of the man and turned to look at him. “Did he hear everything we talked about?”, Vergil thought.

“I knew you boys were pretty suspicious… and sorry for bein’ nosy, but I heard everything”

“It’s none of your business”, Vergil said with a serious tone.

“No, probably not… but I couldn’t turn a blind eye to what you said to Tony… or should I say Dante?”

The man walked over to where Dante was lying, and kneeled down to help him stand up.

“C’mon boys… what happened to you… no one coulda seen that comin’. You two… must be 12 at most. I’m not sure what happened to y’all, but those demons… we have seen ‘em. This place… it’s far from town, and those things sometimes roam around the fields. We can’t be out at night… after all… they took our little Charlie from us… in fact, those are his clothes…”

The man looked at the two children fondly, and with a hint of nostalgia and sadness.

Vergil looked at the man with a frown. “This old man’s sob story doesn’t matter to me… we are different from them… from normal humans…”

The man was still kneeling down, and Dante stood up, teary eyed.

“Whatcha looking so cocky for, boy?”, he said while pointing at Vergil. “Tell me, do you think something would’ve changed if you were in your brother’s place? Do you think you could be able to change your fates?”

Vergil was about to refute that accusation, but the more he thought about the possibilities… the more he realized the truth. Without the Yamato, what could he possibly do against those monsters? This made him frown profusely and clench his fists.

“Heh, thought so.”

The man let out a soft chuckle and Vergil turned to look at him with intense eyes.

“Look, what I’m trying to tell you is that you boys shouldn’t blame yourselves for what happened. The fact that you survived was a miracle.”

“You couldn’t have seen it coming, you couldn’t do anything about it… and that is not a sin. You two… are too young to blame yourselves for somethin’ like this.”

Surprisingly, the two boys were attentively listening to him. The fact that their demonic lineage made them survive stopped them from considering the biggest truth about their position:

What could they POSSIBLY do?

Being so young… could they even do anything about it? Prepare beforehand? Every possibility was simply out of the question.

“I’ve tried to blame myself too… to blame Linda, God and the heavens for what happened to Charlie… but I finally realized that some things are just out of our control. Accidents happen, and they hit you when you least think about it.”

“So don’t blame anyone, not even yourselves, for things that you couldn’t control”

“The only thing you can do… is learn, be stronger, be braver… and cherish your loved ones every single day… that’s the most important possession you have.”

The two boys were speechless.

They were no normal humans, yes, but the powerlessness, sorrow, fear, pain… it all made them just as human as everyone else. And what made them human kept them safe. Kept them together.

Vergil realized what he said to his brother, and how wrong he was, and with a broken voice, he said:

“Dante… I’m… I’m sorry… I was wrong…it was not your fault… it was not…”

Vergil started sobbing and was unable to speak further.

Dante started crying and threw himself into Vergil to hug him. This time, Vergil reciprocated the hug.

“I’m sorry Dante… I’m sorry for everything”

“I’m sorry too Vergil… I won’t bother you anymore… I will give you your space *hic* I p-promise”

“Dante…”

Vergil tightened his hug. The two boys cried their eyes out on each other’s shoulders for some time, while the man just looked at them tenderly, shedding some tears himself.

The words of the man reached a deep fiber inside the twins’ hearts. Those simple words were what they needed to finally lift the clouds on their judgment… to get a new perspective on what happened, and pave a new way for what lies in their futures.

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This is the end of the mini AU… if you read this, thank you for sticking with me, I really appreciate it TT. I’m planning on writing an epilogue on this series and maybe a continuation of the AU, but with a time skip straight to the DMC 3 events. Maybe it’s not gonna be a full story with diff chapters like this, I’m thinking on short stories with events of the game adapted to the AU, so… Stay tuned! And thanks again for the support 🫶🏼

[innocencemeetsevilofficial]

Power comes for those who would do anything to achieve it. Cast : Hylactic as Shadow (his discord username and casting call's is Hylactic) theirezumi for the Griffon Separate Wings Recolor (nexus mods)

noShigu for the Nero's DMC4 hair (nexus mods) Lies of P for the modded hair, clothes and weapons In-game characters for the models and characters.

Bonus: Leon's Villain costume for Zhan Tiri's appearance. Since is still a work in progress I’ll keep you all updated for more trailers and renders. See you soon!

[pascaloverx]

Hit The Road

Chapter Two

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Summary: You are a hunter of supernatural beings who is forced to experience a new reality: being a vampire. The only thing stronger than your thirst for blood is your thirst for revenge.

Author's note: the characters mentioned here were created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec, based on the book series of the same name by author L. J. Smith. They don't belong to me. That said, this fanfic will be short. This fanfic may address scenes of violence, inappropriate language and adult content. Minors should not interact with this story.

The man I attacked it is unconscious, tied up with vervain-soaked ropes. You set traps while he's in beauty sleep. By now, you'd think he'd be awake.

"If you think my brother will come here, you might be right. But he'll kill you and then rub it in my face that I'm an easy target." He says as he is waking up, he seems to be in some pain. I almost feel sorry for him.

"That's the point, dear man who I think is named Stefan. He already had the chance to kill me. And your idiotic brother decided to turn me into a vampire. So, tell me, what will be my fate this time? For what reason did that monster turn me into a soulless bloodsucker?" The resentment in my voice makes all the anger boil in my blood. Stefan seems to take pity on me, poor thing.

"Do you want to kill me to make him pay for the life he took from you?" Stefan is so understanding that it makes me want to vomit. I can kill him, and he wants to understand me. It's baffling how he's the brother of that psychopath.

"Killing you wouldn't give him even a third of what he deserves. I lost your life, killed my best friend during the transformation, and now I am being hunted by the clan that used to be my family." Saying this hurts in the soul, but you can't cry. Human emotions now seem so superficial.

"Almost all vampires go through this, dear, but they have the decency to attack the right person." Damon says behind you, and you smile. Finally, the rat is trapped in the mousetrap.

"You finally arrived at the party. I was starting to think your brother would die in your place." You say, while holding a stake in your hand.

"Your issue is with me, deal with me, and let him go. We can talk like adults, Y/N." Damon is so cynical it's laughable. He simply thinks he can get out of this situation with his fake charm. He could have done much better than that.

"You did this to me, tell me the reason, and your brother is free. No jokes or excuses. I want the truth, Salvatore." You continue to grip the wooden stake.

"You and I, we had a history. You asked me to make you forget. I couldn't let you die that way." Damon says, looking serious about it. What the hell is this?

"It can't be real... you're making up all this shit to deceive me." Something in you spirals out of control, as if it doesn't make sense. Him and you? It must be a joke. Damon gets close enough for the wooden stake in your hands to be aimed at his chest. Something stops you from killing him, but you still manage to land a punch on Damon's face. Congratulations, Y/N, you're definitely incompetent when it comes to annihilating a vampire.

He screams, perhaps more from the surprise of you managing to hurt him than from the pain itself. But unfortunately, your plan backfires. Damon catches up to you, and in an instant, your consciousness fades into darkness. At least you will die in peace. Until you feel a light calling you, or a voice with a light. Who knows, maybe it's God...You respond to the voice addressing you by your name, telling it to go to hell.

"Wake up, princess... I think you'll like the surprise." You finally open your eyes and see your personal nightmare smiling at you. Great, you've gone to hell, and the devil has taken on Damon's appearance.

"Not even dead I have peace..." You murmur as you feel your body stretched out. You are trapped by your legs, held down by a tree trunk.

"Darling, you're more alive than you think. Technically, you're dead, but being a vampire means eternal life, isn't it ironic?" Damon is a complete disaster in your life. He can't even serve to kill you.

"The Damon I've heard of would kill me for kidnapping his beloved brother and impaling him with a scythe, where is he?" You decide to provoke him to the point that he loses his temper.

"Your plan won't work, I'm a new man. Or a lighter version of what I used to be. But even the person I used to be wouldn't kill you." Damon responds in an enigmatic way.

"What are you going to do then, tough guy? Keep me here forever?" You add defiantly.

"If I knew, you wouldn't be hanging from a tree." Damon responds, his tone carrying a mix of frustration and resignation.

"Let me guess, your other moral compass can't know that you turned into vampire a good, innocent woman and then hung her from a tree like a piece of meat in a butcher shop?" You can tell you hit the mark by Damon's expression.

"Did you know that when you're quiet you look prettier?" Damon says as you swing from the tree. All you can think about is escaping.

"Go to hell with your compliment. I'm amazing at talking, hunting, and killing monsters like you." You retort aggressively.

"You're still the same woman you were in the past. Just as boring as before." You feel like you should fight back, but you are flooded with momentary memory. A blurry memory surfaces, where you were running in a forest. Your favorite bow in one hand and a wooden-tipped arrow in the other. The memory unfolds, Damon chasing you like a regular human being. In fact, everything in this memory feels oddly normal. You stop running to catch your breath and end up facing Damon. He stares at you for a few moments and then kisses you slowly. You succumb to his intoxicating lips as he lifts you off the ground. The whole recollection feels like a scene from a movie.

When you regain consciousness, you find yourself in someone's bed. You feel blood trickling from your nose. Stefan arrives in the room seconds later with a tissue in his hand.

"You finally woke up, I thought you were going to die. Damon brought you and since he still doesn't know how to explain who you are to him, I had to let you here." Stefan speaks naturally and you wonder what these idiots are planning by making you stay at their house.

"It looks like we're going to have to adapt to each other because I'm not going to leave here without knowing what these memories are and what they mean." You say, adjusting yourself on the bed and noticing that you are handcuffed to the bed.

"Welcome to the Salvatore mansion, here until you are considered a non-threat, you will be stuck with something. Understood?" Stefan says while get some blood for you. He puts some in your mouth, and you feel slightly relieved. But it triggers a trigger in you and once again you have a vision. This time with Stefan, in this vision, he's carrying you on his back. You wake up from the vision feeling so confused and even a little nauseous.

"Who the hell were you to me before?" You say looking at Stefan who looks as confused as you. It looks like your stay with the Salvatores is going to be a complex journey.

[vomitspit2]

hello hello, re-l!!

Do you read books outside of fanfics? Or if mainly fainfics, what inspirations do you have? I'm looking for stuff to read, but I mainly only ever like reading your stuff and two other writers🤧

If you have any books or authors that inspire you, I would love to know!

Ofc, no need to respond if you don't want to! ^^

hello hello icarus!!! 💕

i am a huge reader! have been since elementary school and i’ve always been ‘that’ cousin who brings a book to family get-togethers! so i do have a tons of recommendations for novels and short stories!

(but before that, my inspiration for fanfiction is mostly stockpiled in my ao3 bookmarks)

i‘ll try not to include novels that are mostly high school or college required reading. while i did enjoy some of them immensely, what’s the point of rec-ing something if the chance another person has read it is already pretty high! so here’s a list of novels/short stories that i personally adore:

1. grendel by john gardner

it’s about 10 chapters on a paperback so a relatively short read; told from the perspective of the villain in the beowulf legend — it anglo saxon like king arthur so you know it’s my cup of tea

changed my life truthfully; i’m still waiting to get my ‘grendel had an accident, so may you all’ tattoo one day :)

2. master and the margarita by mikhail bulgakov

a decently sized novel and it’s by a russian author so you know you’re in for a good read; plot line is about the devil and his entourage visiting the officially atheistic soviet union.

tells a lot about the volatile state of censorship and how we must preserve through it, excellent social commentary on one of my favorite historical time periods

3. life of pi by yann martel

a story about a young Indian boy, my beloved protagonist ‘Pi’, who explores issues of spirituality and metaphysics from an early age.

cannot be more grateful to have read this; it made me sob at the end like a little baby and i am known for being very stoic and difficult to make cry.

4. beasts by joyce carol oates

fun story about this one, the only reason i read it was because my dad and i were cleaning out his large library together (i inherited the mental disease of writer from him) and i was in my senior year of high school about to start looking at colleges …

he hands me the book and says ‘read this before you go to college’ and then he took a moment before firmly saying ‘don’t fall in love with your professors’ i was floored.

5. something wicked this way comes by ray bradbury

oh fahrenheit 451 is his best book … oh ray bradbury’s a one hit wonder … no i refuse, everyone should read this. really gives ‘floyd and jade in playful land’ vibes

//short stories

6. i have no mouth and i must scream

i have cognito ergo sum tattooed under my boob, ENOUGH SAID!

7. white nights (clogged in a collection of other short stories)

patrick read this aloud for me once, a very peaceful memory of mine <3

8. the disappearing act (clogged in a collection of other short stories)

inspired one of my favorite twilight zone episodes <3

9. 1408

i would include all of stephen king books on this list but we would be here forever, here is an underappreciated gem!

10. cigarette (clogged in a collection of other short stories)

yukio mishima the writer that you are OTL OTL OTL

[laughroditee]

Hello. My name is Laughroditee, and I am just a silly little tart on the internet. I like to write and draw stupid things for my own amusement and/or to exorcise my demons. 

This is my NSFW sideblog, and as such, minors should not be here. If you interact with my blog or my work and are a minor, know you are going against my wishes. 18+ only!

My SFW stuff is on my main blog, @momokeen, and most of my fanart will be reblogged from there. (Sometimes, I just post it here or as responses in reblogs because I am my own lord and master.) All likes and asks will be from my main blog, but reblogs and comments will be from here.

I am also on AO3 under the same name (laughroditee).

🤡 What to expect:

Silliness, angst, fluff, some smut, and some horror. I aim to keep my fandom experience silly-funny because I am here to have a good time. That being said, I also love a good emotionally scarring fic. So think of candy-coated psychic damage, I guess. That's the vibe here.

I write canon x reader AND canon x OC because making characters, figuring out their psychology, and then breaking them apart is one of my favorite things to do. 

At this time, I write gender-neutral!Reader, afab!Reader, or female!Reader if I’m doing a x Reader fic. 

🤡 Fandoms I like:

Call of Duty, Devil May Cry, Dragon Age, Stardew Valley, Fallout: New Vegas, (and more)

🤡 Currently, I write for:

The COD fandom

🤡 And draw for:

The COD fandom

My Works

Content warnings will always be listed before the meat of the text, so please read those.

🟢 Fluff

“You're Coming With Me” - Simon Riley finds a kitten. (My first fanfic.)

Simon has a rat (Drabble or something? Headcanon?)

🟡 PG-13

"Repossessed" trailer script ft. necromancer!Graves - Phillip Graves offers to resurrect a loved one... for a price.

Cowboy Price imagine (PG-13 for suggestive themes)

“Best friend!Soap / Roommate!Soap x gender-neutral!Reader x Gaz” (no title for this yet) - You and Johnny bicker like children, and he's surprised to hear you're going on a date with Kyle.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

"Queen Behavior" - short fic about little Simon witnessing his father abusing his mother (read the warnings)

🔴 18+ MDNI

“Your Ghost” (female OC x Ghoap, features MCD. This is an exploration of grief, trauma, and healing.) - An American tarot reader finds herself inextricably linked to John MacTavish, whose ghost needs a favor from her before he can rest.

Part 1 - Knight of Swords Part 2 - XIII Death Part 3 - Three of Swords Part 4 - A Love That Bleeds Part 5 - First Contact Part 6 - Death at the Door

Headcanons

Weird Domestic Habits of the 141

TF141 and their favorite ASMR types (with links!)

Simon is a penguin

Analyses

Closer!Price analysis

⚠️ WIPs

Closer

Buried Alive

Your Ghost, Ch. 4 - A Love That Bleeds 

Priest Soap

Random Poetry

"My Heart You Have/ And Yours I Crave"

Nocturne

Fanart

“Lt., let’s take a photo together!” 📸

Magical Boy Soap

Magical Boy Soap in the style of “The Rose of Versailles”

My COD OC Jesse “Jester” Donovan (kind of a shitpost but…)

Captain Price doodle wearing an elephant trunk g-string, and proof that I made it.

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Personal stuff is tagged under #laughroditee rambles

Asks are tagged as #ask laughroditee 

And works I've created are tagged with #laughroditee

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[caffvarro]

Fanfic

DMC: Devil May Cry

Dante/Vergil

Author's words: While I'm writing the rest of the fanfic from the last post, I decided to write a short one about the reboot. I'm so damn sleepy, but alas, I have classes to attend at college. There aren't many of them, but time is such a strange thing. When you want to go home as quickly as possible, it passes terribly slowly. In any case, I hope you like it (Although I'm not sure, the last post was completely overlooked…) In the near future, I will write a Halloween fanfic…or three…

On the run… It wasn't the first time Dante had to hide from the law, after all, his life was completely tied to the dark streets of Limbo City, but this time it was different, his brother was with him. He didn't quite understand how to feel about him, because you clearly don't greet a stranger called a brother with open arms. They managed to hide from Mundus, but at the moment he had Kat in his arms and Dante couldn't think of anything except saving her. They were in one of what seemed to him to be several of Vergil's hideouts. The blond himself was intensely searching for something on his laptop, twitching his eyebrow in irritation at his brother scurrying back and forth. "Dante… hmmm… can you just calm down for a minute and sit down?" - Vergil asked, trying to concentrate. "How can I be calm while Kat is in that asshole Mundus's lair?!" - Dante barked, agitated by his brother's request. "You won't fix the situation with hysterics, so please sit down." - Vergil answered in a serious tone. "Oh, you… agh… okay!" - the violent Nephilim resigned himself and sat down on a chair, crossing one leg over the other. But his perseverance did not last long, he stood up and walked up to Vergil and looked at the screen, asking: "So what do you want to find on your laptop?"

Vergil sighed heavily and began to explain: "To get to Mundus, you need to know the layout of the building, alas, we did not have such information and now I am trying to find at least a grain, but it is quite difficult to search for something without the necessary equipment and …"

Dante pretended to be attentive and understanding his brother's words, but in his head there was a jumble of worries about Kat's safety, concerns about the common mission and an attempt to understand his own brother. Although he had thoughts that this whole topic with the brothers was nothing more than a joke, if only because they were so different from each other. Dante looked like some kind of street urchin compared to his brother, not that it was not true, but still it slightly hurt his small ego. He could only nod, unable to keep up the conversation and wanting to somehow finish it. Fortune itself was favorable to him. Vergil fell silent for a moment and frowned at the screen, and then began typing something on the keyboard with special zeal. A few minutes, and he smiled triumphantly: "Now we have a plan of the building in our hands. This is not all the work, but it will be enough for now." He stood up from his chair to stretch his muscles, pacing back and forth, thinking about their next strategy, muttering to himself: "First we should get inside and disable… no… or… nonsense… maybe Dante first… although…" Dante didn't think long and said: "Oh, what's so complicated, we'll just get inside, kill all his henchmen, free Kat and kick Mundus' ass." He walked towards the sword, passing by Vergil. The blond wanted to stop him by pulling at his shirt. "Dante! We need to come up with a plan, not mindlessly rush into-… why aren't you wearing anything under your pants…?" - Alas, the man's hand caught not the edge of the shirt, but the edge of the brunette's pants, causing him to almost fall over in surprise and hang with his pants half down for a minute. The last thing Vergil expected was to see that his brother wasn't wearing anything under those pants. A shy pinkish tint appeared on the Nephilim's dark cheeks. He immediately muttered discontentedly: "There were circumstances… Let go of the pants, damn it!" The blond let go of his brother, not knowing how to comment on this, but after a while he burst out laughing, which puzzled and infuriated the simultaneously ashamed Dante. He barked, trying to put his pants back on, but his brother's embarrassment and laughter did not help in this situation: "Are you laughing at me?!" Barely breathing from laughter, he tried to justify himself: "No, I… hahahahaha… I just didn't expect that my stupid brother would walk around the city without underwear." To this, Dante only showed the middle finger, fastening the belt on his pants. "What a smart guy." - the man muttered to himself. "At least I'm not walking around in just pants." Vergil grinned, finding some charm in his brother's embarrassed and irritated behavior. Coming closer, he lightly touched Dante's reddened cheek with his lips and couldn't help but chuckle, noticing the brunette frozen from the sudden tenderness. He had never seen such a display of intimacy in his life. The most he could count on was a fist in the face from enemies or the passionate lips of girls of the oldest profession, but this was nowhere near what he was experiencing now. The blond noticed some confusion in the gray-blue eyes, and the inner demon tempted him to give in to the impulse of tenderness. He hugged his brother, noting his hesitant resistance, and continued to shower him with all his love. If he had been wearing bright red lipstick, the blush on Dante's face would have simply merged with the kisses. In the end, he gave in to Vergil's pressure and went limp in his arms, resembling a contented dog being petted by its owner. Alas, their peculiar idyll was not destined to last long. The laptop screen glitched slightly and showed a video.

[moonsheen]

fic writer meme

1. how many works do you have on ao3? 112. And thank god that doesn't include the REAL old stuff.

2. what's your total ao3 wordcount? 552,904 ...that's...both more and less than I was expecting

3. what fandoms do you write for?

...a...lot. Most recently? MDZS/SVSSS, Trigun (er, sorry for the weird stuff), and 13 Sentinels (PLAY 13 SENTINELS). Long term oldies but goodies? Kingdom Hearts, Devil May Cry, Overwatch, Supergiant games, Evangelion

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Recovery (SVSS, Qijiu --woah, that one pulled ahead in the last few months) Husband x Husband (Hunter x Hunter -- I did this as a yuletide treat to make up for defaulting one year and it's the gift that keeps giving) Minor Delays (SVSS, Qijiu -- wait really?) The Way Back Home (SVSS, Qijiu -- ....Qijiu nation represent. This one doesn't surprise me though, Chira did an amazing comic for it) Hold the Baby (MDZS -- okay this one was just where I was dumping the old twitter threads of a VERY specific Xiyao fix-it AU but you know what, thanks everyone)

5. do you respond to comments?

I try to. If I don't succeed it's often because life kicked my ass.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably On Your Six (Reaper & Soldier 76, Overwatch)

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

This is hard mostly because all of my fic tends to be some kind of fix-it in some way to give someone an obscenely happy ending. If you had to have me narrow it down based on what my most blatant fix-it to some miserable canon character ending was? I'd go with either Happiness Exists (As Long As You Believe in the Possibility) (Qijiu again!), and the Recovery-verse as a whole, or maybe Abstraction White Rose (Revolutionary Girl Utena), because by god I needed Utena and Anthy to kiss and I MADE THEM DO THAT, A LOT.

8. do you get hate on fics?

Xiyao troll hit me once or twice and I got a few cranky dudebros who got mad at me for my Eva fic on a message board once, but nothing all that bad if I'm honest.

9. do you write smut?

...well, I've tried but the plot gets in the way.

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you have written?

The first that come to mind are the MDZS/TGCF crossovers, but those are the same authors so I don't know that that counts. I DID write a very silly How The Grinch Stole Christmas/Nightmare Before Christmas short once upon an internet. It has since been lost to the great yawning of time and collapse of several social media platforms.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Someone once scraped the awful Naruto fic I wrote when I was like 15 and changed the names to make it a Samurai Champloo fic which, um. Why? But that was pretty damn funny in hindsight.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! In Russian, Chinese, and French. And I love every time it happens.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

My dayjob these days is cowriting with people. But on the fanfic side -- well, in short, yes. With the usual suspect (that would be Chira) and with my wife, who has once or twice dictated an entire story outline to me which I write in a day.

14. what's your all time favorite ship? Internet, I am old and you cannot expect me to pick one. Utena/Anthy maybe?

15. what is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I still need to do the last story for the A Troublesome Charge series which I SWEAR will happen it's just I had a literal baby.

16. what are your writing strengths?

Character voice. I love character voice and I am told I am good at it.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Smut.

18. thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

To be honest if I don't know it I don't try. But I like bilingual writing when it's done well (see also: Everything, Everywhere, All At Once) -- but when it comes to fangirl Japanese or Chinese, I tend to leave that to the experts.

19. first fandom you wrote for?

mumblesBeastWars and thank god that was on a platform that crashed and burned. The Beast Wars fic I wrote for Yuletide was way better.

20. favorite fic you have written?

On Your Six, despite how I feel about Overwatch nowadays, I feel was probably one of the punchiest stories I've ever written. I would have absolutely used this story to audition to write for Blizzard's tie-in novellas if Blizzard hadn't...well, read the news on what happened at Blizzard.

The other one I'd probably say is Ghost Roads in my Troublesome Charge series (MDZS). I just feel like I nailed all the multiple plotlines and characters involved in that one and I'm super proud of it. I'm not tagging anyone because I have anxiety about this kind of thing, but please feel free to do this meme yourself if it crosses your dash!

[icycoldninja]

Dante x Reader who’s nervous about having sex because of trust issues? (Like based on past trauma)

Ok! I didnt put any actual explictness in this one, just some suggestive topics, hope that's ok!

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

Ever since the incident way back when, you'd been afraid to get physically intimate with anyone, even your own family. The most you could tolerate were a few 5-second hugs, nothing more.

Dante had been very understanding towards this, and hardly ever touched you without your express permission. Sure, he liked to fake disappointment whenever you denied him cuddles, but deep down, he didn't really mind.

This mutual agreement, as well as other methods of support, enabled your relationship to grow and thrive, beyond what you initially expected. You were so grateful to Dante for being such an awesome boyfriend, though there was one small problem. Even though he had done so much for you; even though you loved him more than anything else in the world, you were still scared to do the deed with him, still afraid to trust him completely.

This was why you were currently curled up on the bed, crying your eyes out into your knees, having taken a chance, allowed Dante to get to 3rd base, and chickening out due to nervousness immediately afterwards.

"Hey, baby, it's OK, it' fine, I don't mind," Dante told you, for the fourth time that hour.

"No, it's not ok!" You wailed, "It's all my fault! I can't trust anyone, not even you, and it sucks!"

"Yeah, but you're making progress!" Dante interjected softly, pulling you into his arms. "Just a few months ago, you'd get all tense just from me holding you. Now you don't have a problem anymore. It's alright to take things slow, you know, you don't have to rush."

These words left you silent and sniffling for a little bit, and for a while you resigned yourself to just laying there in Dante's arms until you calmed down enough to form coherent words again.

"I...think...I'm ready to try again."

"You sure?"

"Positive. I want to experience this with you."

"OK, then," Dante chuckled, swiftly pushing you down against the mattress and clambering on top of you.

"Just relax, baby," He told you, while peppering kisses all over your neck and collarbone. "I promise I'll make you feel real good."

[togetherhearted]

🌟 REQUESTS OPEN 🌟

As I ended up answering the requests pretty fast I'm opening the requests for headcanon and short drabbles again.

You can ask for max 3 characters.

Thinks will be sweet,things will be funny but I don't mind slight angst or spice[Not too much. My heart is weak and makes me uncomfortable]

I write for:

-Arcane/League of legends

-Lies of P

-Mario Universe [Spin off as well]

-Devil may cry 5

-Six of crows

-Overwatch [New entry]

-Record of Ragnarok [New entry as well and I'm avoiding spoiler as much as I can]

Please send requests to the ask box. If you comment here I'll probably forget about it.

Soon I will reach a new milestone so get ready for the Fanfic Raffle I will host☆

If you just want to chat or ask anything my ask box is always open.

Also my commissions are open if interested. You'll find everything in the pinned post on my blog.

You'll get a free fanart inspired by your requested commission. [Or if you just want to support me on my linked ko-fi page is very much appreciated ♡]

[enquiringangel]

Thank you @marypsue for tagging me!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Just 16 currently. I orphaned a bunch a while back.

2. What’s your total word count?

72,719.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently The Lost Boys has me in a gorilla grip, but I have written for Naruto and also some other fandoms for works now deleted/orphaned like Devil May Cry, Black Butler and oldest of all, Harry Potter.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos.

6. Do you respond to comments?

Yes, more often than not. Sometimes I feel like I reply excessively. Almost like the reverse of someone who doesn’t want to bother a creator by commenting on their stuff, haha.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Phantasmagoria.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have not, but I tend to write short things and stick to my own corner so that probably helps.

9. Do you write smut?

I’m an ace person who finds sex absurd and vaguely comical 80% of the time so I always feel like a fraud, but yes.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I have done! I enjoy crossovers, especially when they really work and the worlds blend together seamlessly.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, though recently I had a case where someone uploaded a fic with the same premise as mine right after I uploaded mine. It had some oddly similar scenes and phrases scattered throughout, and it updated mere hours after I did. It wasn’t out and out plagiarism and could have been a coincidence, so I overlooked it aside from an author’s note on my next update saying to cut that shit out. So far it seems to have worked.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yep. A few into Russian and one in Chinese. It’s always deeply flattering to be asked.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope and I think I would be terrible to work with, honestly. I am that guy in the group project who drives everyone nuts by not meeting deadlines.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

…I have to pick? This is not fair. Each fandom has one.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

I am optimistic I will finish all of them…eventually.

16. What are your writing strengths?

This is oddly specific but I enjoy writing macabre stuff and have somewhat black humour (comes from working in a vet-adjacent profession) and I think that can come across in some of my stuff. I feel like I am good with characterisation. Also, dialogue I think.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Being confident in my own writing. Not leaving characters floating in white voids. Abusing italics, em-dashes and semicolons. PLOT.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I tend to avoid this unless the POV character doesn’t know what’s being said. But I see no point in having “Dialogue in another language [brackets or italics explaining what’s just been said].”

19. First fandom you wrote for?

HP.

20. Favourite fanfic you’ve ever written?

Probably and the moon was hungry out of my Naruto stuff.

But currently obsessed with my Lost Boys w.i.ps.

Tagging @themarginalthinker @makkoskafanfic and @drowningindango

[finmoryo]

Did not know quenya was an option for languages on ao3. The only actual fanfic written in quenya out of the 21 listed is a my little pony fic and I have no clue what it's about since I unfortunately don't know quenya. There's also a short fic for whatever due south is. There's also a guy writing devil may cry fanfic in chinese and mislabeling it as quenya. There's only 9 fics for sindarin and they're pretty much all song translations, though at least one of them is original.

[avaantares]

@irishironclad wrote:

This might be stupid to ask but how can you file DMCA/call it pirating when it’s a fanfic and you never owned that property to begin with? I’m not saying this is okay I’m wondering from a legal standpoint

There actually is a clear legal delineation; in this case, it's a matter of intellectual property versus copyright (explained below). The really short answer is that while I don't own the source material on which the fanfic is based, I do retain some legal rights to the work that I created. Both are protected under copyright law.

The long answer:

Well, hang on a sec. First, some definitions:

Intellectual property (IP) refers to "creations of the mind," as the WIPO puts it, and can broadly be categorized as concepts or ideas and their expressions. This can include a wide variety of things such as literary works, brand names, symbols, inventions, designs, music, scientific discoveries, visual art, fictional characters, and even industrial and trade secrets. It can be just about anything unique that someone thinks up or develops.

Copyright is a subset of IP that is specific to works or media that exist in a visual, audio, or otherwise reproducible format. Just like it sounds, it concerns the literal copy right -- meaning the right to copy, replicate, manufacture, or otherwise reproduce the work. By default, when a work is created and there is no prior contract or legal entanglement stipulating who gets the rights, the copyright belongs to the person(s) who created said work.

(Note that neither of these terms are synonymous with trademarks or patents, which are different subsets of IP with their own rules. Also don't take any of this as legal advice; I am not qualified to represent you in court.)

Now, back to fanfiction:

The source material I used in writing the fic that was pirated -- the characters and scenario of the Devil May Cry video game franchise -- are the intellectual property of their original creator, Capcom (for purposes of simplifying this discussion, though it's slightly more complicated than that from a legal perspective). I cannot legally sell the story I wrote, because the IP it's based on is not mine to exploit for profit. Capcom can make and sell as many games/books/whatever as they want using those characters, and they can license them out to other companies to sell merchandise, but without a license, I cannot make a dime off of any work that uses Capcom's IP.

HOWEVER, even though Capcom owns some of the characters and concepts that appear in my story, the literary work itself -- inclusive of its unique plot elements, my original characters, and the literal words of the text (all 330,040 of them) -- is all mine. As the author, I hold the copyright to the entire text, meaning it can't be reproduced or used commercially without my permission. The copyright will remain mine/the property of my estate until 70 years after my death (in the U.S.), at which point it becomes public domain. Until then, not even Capcom can use my work without my explicit permission.

So to answer your question about legality, Capcom owns the IP (characters/concept), but I own the written work (text and additional IP). The story cannot legally be sold by either party unless we come to an agreement and sign a contract that grants a transfer and/or joint use of rights.

And it most definitely isn't legal for a third party (Plush Books) to sell it without permission from either of us. Plush Books infringed on both Capcom's IP rights AND my copyright by "publishing" the story.

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Some more fun facts, just for general knowledge/reference:

Everything I explained above is equally true of fanart and other derivative/transformative creations -- if I draw a picture of a Disney character, I can't sell that artwork because it's based on Disney's IP, but Disney can't sell it either, because as the artist I retain the rights to that piece of artwork. If for some reason Disney wanted to use my artwork to make merchandise, they would first have to obtain a license from me to do so. (A few companies -- not Disney -- have actually done this, in the case of a super popular fan artist whose work they knew would sell.)

The fact that fan creators retain ownership of any original* elements of their own work is also the reason authors, TV writers, et al. are not permitted to (or at minimum strongly advised not to) read fanfiction based on their properties. If it were known that someone at Capcom read my story, and the next DMC game happened to feature a plot element or character that was in some way similar to what I wrote, I could sue them for using my work without compensation or credit. Obviously they want to avoid lawsuits, so the easiest way is to maintain a blanket "no fanfiction" rule for employees.

As a final note, keep in mind that everything I've explained here is fairly simplified, and commercial copyright, trademarks, distribution rights, and the assorted contracts governing them can be way, way more complex than I'm making things sound. Do also note that the whole creator-copyright thing goes out the window when an author/artist produces what's called work for hire (basically creating something under contract), which is why Disney's animators don't own the rights to the images they draw, and Disney does. But that's never going to be the case with fanfiction, because by its very nature fanfiction is an independent creation. Otherwise it would be... well... fiction.

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*meaning the fan work must be recognizably unique and distinct from the source material. If you don't make any significant changes to the material, or just trace over a piece of official art (for example), that's not really considered "original" for legal purposes.

[galaxyostars]

Oof, recommending some stuff to one of my favourite fanfic writers. My day has come!

Cause I'm Gonna Make This Place Your Home by Seito [FFXV]

“Noct, I think I moved in with Ignis.”

“I would say I’m not jealous, but I’m totally jealous.”

Or Ignis is a master tactician and Prompto won’t ask Noctis (or Ignis or Gladio) for help. Clearly the next step here is to lure the boy home with good cooked food and make sure he never leaves.

Disaster Dad by TheWritingSquid [Devil May Cry]

Some days, Vergil thought he should have let himself fall into Hell.

He had caught Dante’s hand by reflex, against his better judgement, against his pride. But once his brother held on, it had turned impossible to let go. The humiliation of defeat had tightened his chest with every step of their way back to the human world, filling the silence between them, burning away any words they had left. It stayed with Vergil long after he’d vanished, leaving Dante and the scorching memories behind.

None of it compared to the utter hopelessness of watching a three-year-old child throw a tantrum on the floor while wearing pants stained from his diarrhea. And not just any three year old, his.

Heavy is the Burden by fayth [FFXV]

Noct's avoidance of his royal obligations sets off a chain of events no one could have foreseen, culminating in him falling through three stories of an abandoned building. Unfortunately, no one knows where he is, and as his condition worsens, it soon becomes a tense challenge to find him in time.

Charity Case by avianscribe [FFXV]

When an embargo traps Prompto's parents (and any money they can send him) overseas, he has to rely on the help of others. It's a good thing he has some really good friends! (Until they take it a little too far!)

Ace in the Hole by staircased [DA2]

Hawke spends most of his time getting rich and getting drunk (not necessarily in that order) while playing cards in taverns. While away from Kirkwall, he ends up playing against an overly confident Danarius who bets his slave, Fenris, as the main prize. (AU with canon setting)

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I know you weren't looking for MCU fics, but it'd be a tragedy if I didn't recommend Arc Tremors from MountainRose -- it is the ultimate sick!fic/hurt-comfort set directly after Avengers 2012.

Tony's light had flickered out in the aftermath of the fight with the Chitauri, but his team was there and, hey, he'd just been to space, give a guy some slack. The next morning they accepted, but when he collapses weeks later, they're not going to let him brush it off again, and neither is JARVIS.

This fic is coming up on ten years old and does not reference anything from later Marvel films.

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Also, I suppose I should plug my own works in the Devil May Cry fandom with my DMC collection of short fics.

Hey all! I’ve been in a bit of a fanfic slump lately and would love some new things to read! I love fics with hurt/comfort and angst with happy ending, but am willing to give anything a try :) Please give me your favorite fic recs for any of the following fandoms:

Resident Evil

Greedfall

Devil May Cry 

Prototype

FFXV/FFVII

Star Wars Jedi Survivor/Fallen Order

Mass Effect (M!Shepard/Kaidan mostly)

Dragon Age (M!Hawke/Anders mostly) 

or if you follow my blog and know what I post a lot, anything you think I’d enjoy! :D

[caffvarro]

My Muse

Fanfic

DMC: Devil may cry

Actor Au

Vergil x OC

The author has something to say: This fanfic was invented spontaneously and I was kept in slavery so that I wrote this work in literally a day. The character is not mine, but my friend's! The idea came to me during one of the video calls when we were discussing various things. And at some point my friend sent a picture of Vergil standing on the balcony and boom! The idea immediately came to my mind. It was difficult to write considering that the key character was my friend's, whom! I basically cannot imagine in my head, neither the character nor anything else. I just relied on my thoughts. And the song Muse Isabel LaRosa also helped me, I love this song, even before the release, when I heard it in TikTok in the summer. And the vibe was perfect, which cannot be said about the lyrics … Well, my friend really liked it and her friend too. I hope you like it! :)

The filming ended with varying success. Simon was ready to strangle not only the scriptwriter for the poorly written work, cursing him for all the sins on the set. Unfortunately, the scriptwriter was saved from the tenacious clutches of the director, but alas, the actor Dante was not saved in time. The newspapers managed to thunder scandalous articles about a fight at the studio with the headlines "Famous director beats up a newbie actor!" The only thing that pleased him was the angry face of Dante, who, due to his lack of fame, was considered a newbie in show business. The oppressive atmosphere was diluted by the rest of the actors with a small corporate party in honor of the end of filming.

At first, it was a simple cozy party, smoothly flowing into, as Simon called it, a den of drunken idiots. Sitting surrounded by drunk ladies chatting uncontrollably on one side and listening to Dante's unintelligible mumbling on the other, he silently drowned out, with such unwanted alcohol, the desire to leave here as soon as possible. The music, mercilessly tormenting his ears, did not save the situation. Twisting a shot of whiskey in his hand and watching the glass shine from the neon lights in the impenetrable darkness of the room, covered in smoke with a sour-sweet tint, so cloying on the tongue that it turns any connoisseur of fresh air inside out, he did not dare to take another sip of the disgusting drink. Still, he was not a fan of alcoholic drinks, but the lousy mood of this event completely discarded all moral principles. Taking a deep breath, the director looked around the room, hoping to somehow brighten up that dull evening. The gaze of pitchy eyes stopped on a painfully familiar figure, standing alone on the balcony.

Getting up from the sofa, he put the glass on the table and made his way through the crowd, not paying the slightest attention, as if they were just mannequins frozen in eccentric poses. Closer to the intricate patterns of the curtains swaying in the frozen autumn wind of the night city, closer to such an incredible figure standing on the balcony, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance. Smoke enveloped him and dissolved in the cool air, snow-white strands swayed from a light breeze, and a black shirt hugged his athletic back, evoking the image of the mighty giant Atlas, holding up the vault of heaven. Vergil, a famous theater and film actor, his muse.

He had known him for such a short time, but during the filming he could not tear his eyes away, completely captivated by his acting. In the main film, he did not have such a good role and not so much screen time, but each of his improvisations perfectly suited the character, forcing the director to literally freeze like a statue sitting in a chair and shut up the scriptwriter, grumbling about the departure of his written consumer goods. Having seen a real diamond in this game, Simon decided to let him into a real game of improvisation of feelings. It was incredible, delightful, magnificent. His game was mesmerizing, the words reached the very depths of the soul, not allowing even for a minute to take your eyes off him. Taking a step towards the figure of his praise, he shrank from the chilly wind, adjusting the collar of his turtleneck. Vergil, noticing him, turns towards his interlocutor, peering with his blue eyes, like one of the types of Iris flowers. The shirt unbuttoned by two buttons immediately attracts the attention of black, like night, eyes. Unable to resist a slightly playful grin, he sarcastically asks: "Isn't it hot? I didn't think that on such a cool evening, someone would come in a light shirt."

These words only reflected a slight smile on the actor's face. He answered: "Hm, I'm not afraid of frost. And you?"

The corners of his lips rose in a barely noticeable smile, an eyebrow arched questioningly, something seemed funny in his words. Without waiting for an answer, Vergil turned again, rubbing his fingers, either from excitement or doubt.

"I would like to thank you for... such a well-coordinated work together. There was no time to tell you this earlier, but I am deeply grateful that you allowed me my frequent liberties on the set and-" - He looked with those blue eyes, full of respect and gratitude, that the words seemed to dissolve, forming a symphony for the ears. "You... listen?"

Simon didn't even notice how he was looking at Vergil with love, as if a dreamer was looking at a work of art, although, to be honest, for him he was a work of art.

"Do all theatergoers talk like that?" Simon asked without looking away. Such words made the actor open his eyes in surprise and slightly open his mouth. Quickly coming to his senses, he just laughed and answered shortly: "Not all."

The atmosphere between them gradually became more relaxed, there was no longer that viscous feeling of awkwardness pressing from within. Loud music and drunken shouts were coming from the room, but it seemed so far away standing here and breathing in the damp, cool air, watching the bright lights of the city flicker in the distance and how Vergil stood like the main exhibit in this night landscape. Gradually, barely noticeable clouds covered the sky, foreshadowing rain.

"I thought you got along well with the others, so why are you standing here in proud solitude?" - Simon asked, feeling the first drops of rain fall on his shoulder.

The actor leaned his hands on the wet railing, getting into a relaxed pose, slightly thinking about the answer: "I'm not against parties, but I'm not a supporter of noisy celebrations."

The image of a collected man gradually began to disappear in the ringing drops of rain. Snow-white hair, previously collected in a perfectly sleek hairstyle, was disheveled and wet. The black shirt, which sat perfectly on the figure, completely stuck to the body, outlining the slender physique of the man. Drops flowed from his face, lingering on his cheek, to his neck, where they playfully hid in the folds of the shirt. Behind him, the moon was visible, complementing his image, creating a semblance of a halo. From a collected person, he turned into a more sloppy one; this did not spoil his appearance at all, on the contrary, he even became more attractive, mysterious, desirable. He looked with his bright blue eyes into the depths of dark eyes as if searching for an answer to a long-troubling question. The smile left his face and in a slightly low voice he asked: "You... look at me like that... I-i can't understand what this look... means. How do you see me?.. Who am I to you?"

Simon froze for a moment, his mind clouded by various thoughts, like a storm one after another swirling in his head. Even nature seemed to understand his feelings and thunder was heard from afar. The thunder was gaining its power, the pounding of rain on the concrete floor of the balcony, the thoughts that were swirling did not allow him to find the right answer and one look at the silhouette put everything in its place. The silhouette of a man in the splendor and chaos of the night, like a sublime creature, had a snow-white halo behind him, these strong hands, these facial features, this look.

He already knew the answer.

A moment, silence and time stopped before them, in an indecisive step of fate. And a sharp movement forward, pressing him to the railing and only a bright light of lightning illuminated in the night such a passionate and daring act. Lips pressed to such unattainable lips, tasted, tried, bit like a wild animal that knew the joy of a hearty dinner. Fingers crumpled shirts, holding on like a saving straw, not wanting to let go. Eyes dug into the flowers of the Iris, wanting to absorb without a trace in its resinous darkness. Vergil reciprocated without taking his blue eyes off, allowing himself to be absorbed, wanting to be absorbed in this dark ocean. His hands, not finding a place for themselves, touched the neck, causing a wave of goosebumps, forcing him to sigh convulsively and close his eyes. One hand reached higher, burying itself in a shock of black hair, the other lower down the back, along the spine, stopping at the small of the back and pulling closer, as if afraid that all this was nothing more than a mirage, a deception. The tongue, as if in delirium, penetrated everywhere, felt every part, entered into such a passionate dance, not wanting to let go.

Opening his wet lips, breathing heavily, Simon raised his hand higher in the snow-white wet hair, and boldly pressed his head so that his forehead touched Vergil's forehead. With a predatory look, piercing into the blue eyes, he said:

"My muse."