#shut up dantes... please... why

[mako-neexu]

interlude 2 is just funny as hell bc everyone guda meets along the way has people tell them that dantes is sick af hes been coughing up blood for weeks now and guda is just really worried alongside abby AND THEN WHEN ID CHAPTER DROPPED for context YOU REALIZE HIS SICKNESS IS LEGIT LOVE SICKNESS but its in a way where hes actively destroying himself for guda bc he just loves a little too much 😭 this guy is nuts. (of course this is my delusion but the truth remains that he still got overworked bc of cagliostro. what really pushed him was the creation of fake tokyo and another spirit origin for guda's sake)

[mannequinreligi0n]

Mating Season

get bred, loser

pairing: dante x reader (female anatomy, gn pronouns)

wc: 2.2k

warnings: NSFW - breeding kink, monster-fucking, blood/blood play

author’s note: i’ve been meaning to write this for so long but unfortunately i am a depressed adult with a full time job, and finding time/energy to write is difficult :’) sorry if this isn’t up to standards or there’re mistakes. enjoy, smooches.

links: ao3

Twelve missed calls, six voicemails, and twenty-three texts from Dante is what you’re greeted with upon waking up - and it’s barely noon. Scrolling through the texts, you’re met with the ramblings of a madman, pleading for you to come over, to see him, to cancel your plans for the day. With a quick shower and change of clothes, you oblige in his wanton demands and head over to the loft.

You only manage a single knock before the door swings open and Dante is dragging you inside by the sleeve of your sweater.

“Dante! The hell has gotten into-“

”No time. Don’t ask.”

He pulls you straight into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. Throwing you over his shoulder, he launches you onto the bed with a ‘thump’, your smaller form springing on the mattress. Dante reels over you, snatching your coat off and ducking his head into the curve of your neck with a deep inhale, nose sniffing your skin like a damn bloodhound.

”You showered,” he mopes, teeth pulling at the fragile skin of your throat. You squirm under the weight of him, hands pushing at his chest to levitate some of the burden.

”Yeah, so what?’

“You weren’t supposed to - I said not to. Did you even read my texts?”

”Dante, you’re being ridiculous. Do you even hear yourself?” You lift your head up to look at him, pushing him off of you. Dante makes a sad whine, a demeaning sound coming from the devil hunter. His messy locks flop down in front of his face and he lets out a long sigh, hands pawing at the fabric of your pants.

”I’m sorry, babe. God, you don’t have any idea how hard this has been without you,” he mumbles sheepishly, eyes fixated on the faint red mark he left on your neck. His hands trembled against your legs, clearly trying to hold himself back in order to have a coherent conversation with you. “I thought I could handle this alone, but I keep thinking about last week…how warm you felt, like that pretty little hole was made just for me,” he interrupts himself with a groan, hunching over as if in pain. You reach a hand up and push back the already sweaty strands to see his face, feeling his fevered skin brush your fingertips.

”Why didn’t you call me over sooner? You know I would’ve came,” you murmur, observing his needy state with a bit of concern.

”Didn’t wanna be a bother. I thought I could handle it on my own, y’know? I always have, but with you in the picture now-“ He lurches toward your hand on him, nuzzling into it with a choked breath. “Please…please, just-….just let me-“

You pet his cheek as you think over the proposition, mouth pursed. You finally agree with a small nod, pulling your hand away.

“Is it safe?”

”I won’t hurt you. I would never,” Dante reaches for your wrists, thumbs rubbing at the pulse points. He stares at you with his best ‘puppy-dog’ look, a pout on his lips. “I’ll be good, I promise. God, please, just let me fuck you - you got a man begging here.”

You chuckle and shake your head, pulling him back to you with a mumbled ‘c’mere’. Dante wastes no time latching himself back onto you, pulling your shirt off and biting down on your shoulder with a chesty groan. His hands work at your pants as he marks up your skin, the bites hard but nothing compared to the ones you’ll receive soon enough from his fangs. Clothes gone, you writhe under him and he sits up and sheds his own clothes, sparks of red already flitting off of his skin. Blue eyes morph red and he squeezes your thigh reassuringly, throwing you a shaky smile.

”You remember the safe-word, sweetheart?”

”Ciabatta.”

“Right.”

With a quick peck to your forehead, Dante rolls out his shoulders, cracking a few joints in his spine and neck. Warm, amber light coats his bedroom and Dante’s body morphs into his devil trigger, his nine-foot form casting a daunting shadow over your bare skin. Your breathing quickens at the sight - you’ve seen his DT before, but never like this, never between your legs and teeth glistening in your direction. Sensing your fear, Dante runs a knuckle over your cheek, mindful of his claws. A low, rustling rumble echoes from his vocal chords, bending down to meet his ghastly face to yours.

”It’s still me…” he breathes out, voice altered but still holding his signature lilt. Wings cocoon your body, cradling your form as he lifts you up to dangle in front of his chest. The heat of the flames rippling over his scales threaten to scorch your delicate flesh, the heat making your sweat glands break open and perspire. Dante’s mouth opens and an orange tongue lined with bumps and grooves laps a line across your own chest, taking in the decadent taste of you. Despite your trepidations, you can’t hold in the moan that drops from your mouth, eyes fluttering closed. Transparent, tangerine saliva drips down your abdomen as his tongue roams around, stimulating nerves from your throat to your navel, bumps dragging across smooth skin.

“My mate…Mine, mine,” Dante growls out, clawed fingers pinching at your thighs as he pushes your knees to your chest, wings supporting your weight from behind and below.

”Dante, c-careful, Jesus,” you whimper out, laser-focused on his claws dangerously close to shredding your skin open. All you get in response is another resonant growl, steam pillowing off his breath. Before you can warn him again, the sandpaper tongue swipes at your hole, making you shudder and go limp against his wings, forgetting your train of thought. One thing about Dante was that on the surface, he came off as reckless, impulsive - but it couldn’t be further from the truth. He had backup plans for his backup plans, and thought out every little thing. As much as your body was sounding off alarms to scramble away from the devil, he was taking the time necessary to warm you up before indulging himself - a preliminary ‘thank you’ for being a willing victim. You look up at Dante’s face, or what used to be his face, and lock eyes with the fiery orbs glaring down at you. It was hard to tell, but you could swear that little shit was smiling down at you, knowing you’ve put two and two together. A bass of laughter shakes his form, leaning forward to bump his forehead to yours as carefully as possible.

”Told you. No harm.”

You let out a shaky breath at his smartass remark, but it’s futile to steady your breathing. Dante’s tongue pushes into your hole, pointed and flexed as it slides between your inner walls. The feeling is indescribable, and for lack of a better word: devilish. Your juices coat the length of his tongue as it assaults you repeatedly, twisting in and out while talons keep you folded upright against your squirming. Heat floods your core as your release builds upon itself, gasps and symphonic moans invading the quiet room.

Dante can’t hold his instincts back when the taste and smell of your essence is practically reducing every cell in his body into a lust-driven beast. Ejecting his tongue, his wings cradle you down to the bed, knees kissing your ears in a mating press. Your thighs quake against his scaled palms, missing the fullness of his tongue. You open your mouth to ask what he’s doing, but the words jumble into a whine of pain as his head propels to take a bite at your shoulder. Fangs puncture skin and the devil seems to purr as the crimson nectar dribbles from the bite and into his mouth. The receptors in his brain are screaming at him to bite down again and again and again til you’re a battered, bloody mess - every centimeter of flesh peeled back and consumed in the most carnal way.

Thankfully, the human conscious in him refrains and with another nibble to your neck, he withdraws and centers himself with the pulsating warmth beckoning him in. He doesn’t need to check how wet you are - he can smell it, the pheromones rippling off your sex in waves that rivaled a tsunami. A bulbed shaft stretches into your slick and your head shoots up with a scratchy yelp, pain radiating to your hips. A huff of steam leaves the devil’s nostrils, halting to save you more pain despite his needs. Dante watches your fingers go white against the bedsheets, hanging on for dear life, and you can see his wings wilt at the realization he’s letting his devil instincts get the best of him. A clawed hand grips both of small ankles to hold you in place, the other letting go to scoop up one of your hands. Scales run over the skin gingerly, your fingers curling around his thumb for security.

“Deep breaths, baby. Big, deep breaths for me,” he hums out, the mechanic whirring of his vocal chords carrying his voice past your panicked thoughts. You obey, chest rising and falling as your blurred eyes trace the flame spitting from the top of his head. Dante can feel your walls unclench around him and he takes it as a sign to keep going. It’s a slow and painful process, but inch after inch, he manages to squeeze about half of himself in before hitting your cervix.

‘Damn human anatomy,’ Dante curses internally, but makes peace with the complication, thankful enough that you're taking it like a champ. After a moment of stillness, ensuring you’re okay, he starts to move. Armored hips lurch in and out of your tight hole, hushed growls filling your ears. All you can do is lay there, pliant and accepting. Your hold on his finger tightens as your body rocks around with the thrust of his unnatural cock, his name the only coherent word you can manage while he jabs at your g-spot continuously. Dante’s teeth find their way back to your flesh, leaving bloody constellations along your legs. So consumed by the fullness of his girth, you don’t notice the ruby fluid dripping down your limbs from the bites, barely registering his tongue greedily licking you clean. Bursts of white spot your vision, core muscles tightening as your orgasm tears through you and a scream of pleasure brings tears to your eyes.

“Mine…Mine to fuck, mine to…to take…gonna look so good when you’re full of my cum…” Dante snarls against your skin, pounding his cock into the wall of your cervix with ferocity. He can’t take it anymore - he needs to come, he needs to watch it drip out of you precious cunt. Securing his hand around your ankle, Dante runts himself into your hole, gusts of wind sending goosebumps down your frame as his wings flap behind him with excitement. With a bellowing roar from him, you can feel the powerful deluge of seed swarm your body, gushing out and down your center. You feel like you’ve been hit by a semi-truck, limbs trembling and aching as you lay lifeless under him, gasping for air.

A glare of red light makes you wince, eyes straining against the light to see Dante devolve to his human form, dripping so much sweat it’s like he jumped in a pool. Dropping your ankles, he pushes himself between your legs and plants a sloppy, loving kiss on your mouth, hands threading in your hair. You kiss back weakly, shaky hands holding onto his arms. Pulling his head back, he examines you for any serious injuries, eyes conveying a battle of concern and satisfaction.

“You okay? Hurt? Was it too much? God, sorry- sorry, I-“

“Dante, I’m fine,” you let out a wavering chuckle, sitting up slightly. “That was…incredible. You were incredible.”

Dante meets your eyes again with a surprised laugh, in disbelief you’re praising him in a state like this. His fingers trail down to the bites along the outside of your thighs, vaguely recalling how your skin felt between his fangs in his primal craze. He remains plugged inside you, the intimate mixture of releases leaking between your bodies.

“Look at you…” Dante traces along a more gnarly mark in admiration, blood trickling over his finger. “How’d I get so damn lucky, huh?”

He brings his fingers to his lips and sucks off the blood, that all-too-familiar teasing gleam in his eyes as they lock on yours. A throaty moan leaves him as he swallows, fingers falling away with a string of spit. The scene goes straight down to your heat, walls closing around on him with need. Sitting all the way up, you grab his hand and playfully nip at his wrist, dilated eyes devoted to memorizing him in this moment.

“Can we go again?”

“Again?” Dante laughs, raising both eyebrows at you. “Honey, I don’t think th-“

“Please,” you pout at him, kissing along his hand til you can slip two of his fingers between your lips. Dante’s jaw goes slack, a heady breath fanning over your face as his cock twitches inside you from your plea. With a hard swallow, he nods, free hand cupping your face.

“Fiiiiine,” he sighs out, putting on a show of dramatics before a smile tugs at his lips. “Flip over for me, princess.”

[starhvney]

𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 ☆ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: dante, travis, vylad

𝐂𝐖: NSFW, sexual content and kinks, but nothing extreme or disturbing

𝐀/𝐍: happy fourth of july if anyone decides i need to be spayed after this please do it before the fireworks show thanx!!!! also sorry if this is incoherent i was lowkey going insane writing this lol

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻, 𝑰𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑶𝑹 𝑼𝑵𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬 𝑫𝑵𝑰.

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄 | mirror sex, cock warming, teasing, dirty talk

☆ normally not a day goes by without this man at least whispering something completely dirty in your ear, his hands wandering and grabby for whatever he can appropriately reach at the time. you two could be having a normal time chilling on the couch and all of a sudden you’re in his lap while he asks you to just “warm him up” for a bit.

“quit twitching so much.” dante chuckles in your ear, hands squeezing the fat of your hips that he holds securely in place. “i’m trying to watch the movie.”

he hasn’t let you budge a single bit since he had you sit down on his dick, trapping you and keeping you snug in his lap. the tv screen had been flashing light against your eyelids ever since you closed them a good while ago, whatever you both had been watching long gone from your mind.

“shut up.” you breathe, involuntarily fluttering around him as you try to shift your hips again. “that’s not what you’re trying to do and you know it.”

another huff of amused air rustles your hair as his hips shift under you, bringing a rather pathetic-sounding moan from your lips when he twitches inside of you.

“oh?” he coos at you, voice nothing if not full of mischief. “why don’t we go to the bedroom, then?”

☆ his teasing doesn’t end there. it never does. especially when you’re fixed so pretty on his lap, both of your forms reflected in the mirror he had been sure to fix right in front of your shared bed when you got it. 

“what’re you so embarrassed for? look right ahead, baby.”

you’d slap him if you didn’t feel so good right now, one of his hands circling and rubbing your clit while the other grabs onto your chin, forcing your head to look forward at your reflection.

even if you wanted to close your legs for some sort of reprieve from his touch you wouldn’t be able to. your legs have been hooked over his, feet trapped between his calves and the bed, leaving you completely at his mercy as he spreads you out on top of him.

your eyes meet his through the mirror and he looks like he could cum right there, his eyes rolling back for a second when he sees that breathless look on your face.

“holy shit you’re so hot.” he groans, pressing a sloppy kiss against your neck. 

☆ at a certain point he can’t even draw it out any longer, his own patience thinning out the closer you get to the edge. his arms find themselves wrapping tightly around your waist, giving him the momentum to completely lose himself in you. 

your hands have found their place on his thighs, fingers digging into his bare skin as you’re continuously lifted and dropped back down onto his cock. he doesn’t even flinch at the pinch of your nails against him, all of his focus on how good you both feel.

his shoulder has become the place for your head to fall back on, broken moans leaving your lips with every bounce on his lap. you’d already cum twice at this point, head dizzy as you watched your mixed release ring around the base of his shaft.

“so good, taking it all for me. you’re so tight.” he unabashedly moans into your ear, breaths hitting your ear as he shows no sign of stopping, even as your legs violently shake against his. “love makin’ you feel good.”

☆ even when you’re both spent, he doesn’t stop running his mouth, even if his words are slurred as both of you lay back on the sheets in exhaustion. 

“you were s’good. you’re so sexyyy-” he mutters against the side of your head, eyes dropping closed.

“dante, shut up.”

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒 | face sitting, lingerie/cosplay/dress-up, noise play

☆ this dirty-minded man. you honestly should’ve expected it, with how much he drools over your ass and thighs any chance he gets. before he even gets any kind of pleasure from you, he begs for you to trap his face between your thighs.

“don’t be shy, babe, you’re not gonna hurt me.” he coaxes you, hands tugging you down as you hover over him. “please. i’ll make you feel so good, promise.”

nervously, you lower yourself on his face, your thighs feeling unbelievably soft as he presses them against his cheeks, pulling your core right over his lips.

immediately he goes all in, hands squeezing your ass, fully rolling your cunt onto his mouth as he begins to messily eat you out. 

☆ the noises he makes are downright pornographic, the mixes of his satisfied moans and the crude wet slurps of his tongue nearly enough to make the tightening in your abdomen snap. and with his eagerness, it’s hard to hold back. especially when he’s wanting you to be loud, too. 

“keeping making those noises f’me, hon.” he takes a breath, not caring how his face was covered in your juices or how his eyes were completely glazed over in lust as he looked up at you with those pleading eyes.

even if you were trying to stay quiet it’s impossible now, not with his determination to get your voice to echo off the walls. he’s curling his tongue in all the right places, shaking his head back and forth for his nose to brush just right against your clit.

when you try to pull away, the electric shock of pleasure growing to its peak, he pulls you right back in, having you ride it out while he relishes in the whines you make. his eyes are rolled back as he drinks up everything you give him, completely drunk on the way you taste.

☆ and when you add a skimpy little outfit or lingerie on top of all of that? oh, he’s going feral.

“you make me feel like such a perv.” he groans, one of his hands placed between your shoulder blades keeping you face down on the bed while the other pushes the tight nurse costume above your ass. “you knew this would turn me on, huh?”

the lace underneath that did anything but provide you modesty has him reeling, the hard-on straining against his pants borderline painful.

it’s only a minute later that he’s frantically driving himself into you, both of his hands gripping your ass and spreading you out to watch as you take him. 

“i already feel better, nurse. this treatment is just for me, right? cause i’m your favorite?”

…he used to be a theater guy, so it’s a given he’d be getting a little into it.

☆ he clings to you afterward, resting his head on your chest and hands resting on your hips, a position that was totally and completely unrelated to the activities you were just up to.

“…can you dress up like a maid next time?” he mutters into your boobs, and you can feel the perverted smile curving on his lips. 

that earns a harsh slap to his back.

𝐕𝐘𝐋𝐀𝐃 | soft sex, praise, pampering/babying, body worship

☆ it’s sickeningly sweet, how vylad handles you in bed. honeyed words leave his lips as soon as the clothes are stripped from your body.

you’re not sure if you should be turned on, fall asleep, or start crying at the gentle caresses that ghosted along your skin. vylad’s lips pepper sweet kisses against your neck, sending warm shockwaves across your whole nervous system.

“you’re so beautiful.” he murmurs, fingers traveling between your thighs, coaxing your folds open.

he works one finger in, massaging you open before adding another finger, then another. he doesn’t stop the path of his lips against you either, his kisses lining your jaw and nearing your ear. 

“there you go, just relax for me. i’m gonna take care of you. don’t worry your pretty little head about anything else.”

☆ and it’s true. you don’t even have to think, your mind only dizzily swirling with thoughts of vylad and how good you felt as he took the lead.

it’s like you were drunk, thoughts incoherent while vylad’s slow pace melted and churned your insides. your vision was blurred and crossed every time you opened your eyes, so you settle on completely letting yourself turn brain-dead.

“you're doing so well for me.. good girl.” he whispers, voice softer than the pillows you laid on.

whatever chance you had at being anything other than putty in his hands flies straight out the window.

he rocks into you at a slow pace, dragging himself out to the head before pushing in all the way back down to the hilt. every time he drove himself back in he managed to hit that perfect spot, sending your eyes to the back of your head and shockwaves up your spine. 

throughout it all his words stay just as steady as his pace, his voice soft and quiet in your ear. 

“does it feel good when i do that?”

“look at you… so sweet.”

“you’re so perfect, you know that?”

☆ he’s so overwhelmingly loving to you, it almost makes you want to shy away. especially with how his eyes linger on every part of you. from the expressions you make to how your chest softly bounces with every thrust, down to where your waist curves and your bodies meet. he won’t let you hide from him, though.

vylad’s hands laced with yours, pinning them both by your head and leaving you completely vulnerable to him.

“you’re so beautiful. right now and all the time.” he whispers, eyes unashamedly tracing across every curve and line of your skin, taking in every feature of your face.

“if only you could see the way you look right now.”

☆ after you’re both done his praise doesn’t stop, even as the pleasure slurs his words together and has him pressing his weight onto you.

“so good. you feel so good.” he sighs, hips and chest flush with yours. his face is tucked in the crook of your neck, heavy breaths leaving goosebumps against your sweaty skin.

“my girl. you did so well for me.”

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

[icycoldninja]

Can I request... Sparda boys x university student female reader, please? 👩‍🎓

Absolutely! Here you go!

Sparda boys x Fem!University student!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante never went to college himself, as he spent his entire youth fighting off demons.

-To make up for it, he visits you every chance he takes and makes you take him on tours throughout the campus.

-Has no idea how to help you with your homework since the last time he had to was around 3 decades ago.

-Tried to spy on you (because he's proud of you) through the window of your classroom and got caught, mistaken for a stalker, and promptly thrown out and banned from campus.

-Now the only time you can see each other is during breaks between semesters when you can go home, but never fear, Dante has a workaround.

-You guys now video call each other all day every day, each of you very reluctant to shut off your phones.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil was very proud of you for going to college and completing your education.

-He visits you every chance he gets, but unlike Dante, he doesn't make you show him around campus. He just likes spending time with you.

-When you guys walk around together people mistake him for a professor, occasionally running up to him and asking questions related to their studies.

-Vergil makes a good professor, though, and answers them more accurately and clearly than their own teachers.

-Since he's so smart, Vergil will help you with your work, but ONLY as if you're stuck and it's last resort. He doesn't want you using him to cheat.

-Sends you treats and things nearly all the time, along with letters reminding you to eat and drink plenty of water.

□ Nero □

-Nero never cared for college, which is why he never went, but he's proud of you for putting in the effort and studying hard.

-He can't visit as much as he'd like to because of devil hunting, his inability to travel without a vehicle, and your busy schedule, but he takes the time to call and/or text at least 4 times a day.

-When you come back to see him for holidays/break time, he is overjoyed.

-He misses you every day that you're gone, getting increasingly lonelier and lonelier until you return.

-Then when you come back he squishes you up in a bone-crushing hug and just stays there for about half an hour, not wanting to let you go.

-He's tempted to grab onto your leg and keep you from leaving again, but knows better than to actually do it. You're leaving for the sake of your education, you'll be back soon.

[issacballsac]

“Attempting to be Friends with Vergil Sparda„

Honestly he’d never outright call you his friend💀 ! Gn Demon Reader

Origins | DMC3

Let’s be FR he wouldn’t care abt your gender or lack there of he still sees you as lesser than

You’d have to be a Devil or half Devil to even linger around him

Im seeing you just come from Hell to be friends with him🦀

Naturally like any of the devils in DMC3 u were originally gonna attack Vergil bc NPC does what NPC is supposed to do

But you have common sense a pretty mf with a sword is bad news so let’s be friends dear beautiful one

Bear with me right—all ur demon gang gets slaughtered by this mf and you’re just standing there watching fascinated absolutely entranced by this mf

Seeing as you’re the last obstacle he points that big ass katana at you

“Sorry I just can’t fight someone so beautiful man.”

Gives you the MEANEST side eye

Still tries to HARM you and succeeds—but like you regenerate 💀

Mf would let out the BIGGEST sigh and just walk away🪦

You follow ofc bc who wouldn’t (a mf who wants to live 💀)

Bonding

Me when might controls everything 🫦

Despite being a demon yourself you def would try to convince him to NOT open the portal

Bc lets be FR them other devils ain’t shit for nothin‼️

He constantly looks annoyed and has a mean case of resting bitch face

He’s very stand-offish and depending on how long/well you know each other he’ll listen to what you’re sayin

Especially if ur a person that likes to go on rants

DMC3 he’d be more open to a mf who has no attachments as seen during the scene where he stabbed Arkham

New to friendship and sees everything as a transaction

You give me this and I give you that typa thing

Would take FOREVER to tell you abt his childhood and by the time he does u pretty much already know bc of Dante

Would get along better if ur also half demon rather than full demon as he has a complex where he continuously tries to rid himself of his humanity

Bros on a MISSION so u gotta be able to keep up

Obviously being demon/half demon you got some power but if you’re weak he’s gonna drop you I’m sorry 💀(no I’m not)

Daily

Doesn’t celebrate his birthday

Just in general regardless of his childhood I just don’t think he’d like to

So no surprise parties please🫶

Now don’t get me wrong he IS smart but like also a dumbass💀

Constantly makes you think bc he’ll say smth so stupid but make it sound so smart

A very dramatic mf

Always makes dramatic entrances no matter where he goes

Walks into McDonalds with his blue coat flowing, snowlike hair, glistening eyes, arched eyebrows, and a judgmental look

Baby let ur hair down🫦

Bro is effortlessly breathtaking and if u ask for tips or question what he does for his routine he looks you up and down, scoffs, and leaves💀

I NEED MORE POWER

Spars with you bc luckily you can regenerate

Infinite punching bag

Love a reader with no shame(me acting like I didn’t write this)

Idk why but I feel like he can play the piano as just like a pastime thing

When trapped in Hell u just roam around y’know bc you’ve lived there for as long as you can remember 😭

Vergil is in a constant search for more power and ur just chillin watching him

Like those mfs who still calmly sip on their drinks when there is a bar fight

“Woohoo! Go Vergil you’re doin’ great!”

“Shut up!”

He loves you, I promise.

Talks shit abt Dante, lovingly ofc

After the events of DMC5 if he were to come back with Dante(ambiguous ending)

Y’all would prob live together

And they were roommates 😨

FR tho it’s like weird especially with Nero being recognized as his son

“Nero is my son?”

“You have a son?”

“I didn’t know..”

“How did you not know?”

Becomes more vocal during the friendship during/after the events of DMC5

He doesn’t see the need for an abundance of clothes so if ur into fashion your ideas fill 98% of his wardrobe

Honestly I think he can cook

More of a baker methinks

He probably wouldn’t like sweets but he’ll certainly make them himself

No I’m not going to make a berries delight joke.

[daenysthedreamer101]

Youngest Original ~ TVDU

Ch 12 - The Mask is Off

Mikaelson!OC

Warnings: ANGST/fighting/mentions of blood/Kassie is in a bad mood/female rage/mental breakdown 

A/N: It's getting progressively more anti-Klaus, I'm not even sorry. Also, it's 5k+ so get comfy lol

Corresponding episode: TVD 3x15

Masterlist

October 2010, Mystic Falls

She was in the lounge room, reading Dante's Inferno when Kol and Klaus barged in. Sighing, she got up to leave, but Kol stopped her. He seemed in search of someone to annoy and of course, she was the perfect target. Klaus sat on the opposite side of the couch from her with a sketchbook in hand. She ignored both of them.

"Where's Rebekah?" Kol asked after a while. 

She sighed and flipped to the next page of the book. "I don't know. She disappeared after your little 'incident' with her date last night." 

Kol clicked his tongue. "He deserved that!" 

Kassie rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You're an idiot." 

Klaus chuckled at that but Kassie put him in place as well. "That applies to you as well." 

"What!? What did I do?" He asked, all offended. 

"I mean in general. You're both quite idiotic." Kassie clarified. 

Then, Rebekah walked into the room, wearing the same dress from last night, her hair messy and her heels in hand. Kol, naturally, took this as an opportunity to start belittling Bekah and questioning her where she was. Bekah, in turn, threatened to knock the teeth out of his mouth. 

"I'm bored. Our sister is a strumpet. But at least she's having fun." Kol quipped. 

"I'm sorry!?" Kassie exclaimed, suddenly shutting her book. 

Kol rolled his eyes. "Come on, Kassie I didn't mean it like that-"

She got up from her seat and slapped him in the head with her book. 

"You buffoon! There's nothing funny about slut-shaming your sister! It's not the 1900s anymore, Kol. Leave your sexist, misogynistic thinking behind. Why are you always commenting on what she's doing? She can do whatever she wants with whomever she wants!" 

Kol sighed, looking down. 

"Why don't you call him a strumpet?" She asked, pointing at Klaus. "He's been with plenty of people. Or better yet, why don't you call yourself a strumpet? You've slept with many a woman. Oh, that's right. Because you're men."

"I suggest we leave before she mounts your head on a spike," Klaus whispered to Kol. 

After the men left, Bekah gave Kassie a bone-crushing hug. 

~

"Kassandra." Elijah's voice pulled her back to reality. She didn't even hear when he entered her room. 

She was sitting on her little balcony, eyes closed as she took in the warmth of the sun. Despite the sun being one of her major weaknesses, she enjoyed an occasional sunbath, letting its warmth seep into her skin and bones. It made her feel less...dead.

"Yes, Elijah?"

"A word, please." He called for her. Sighing, she got up and walked back into her room. 

"What?" She asked, annoyed. 

Elijah held up a burned bundle of herbs. Kassie sniffed it. "Sage," Kassie concluded. 

"I found this in Mother's study." Elijah clarified. 

"I guarantee she used it last night while talking to Elena," Kassie commented and asked Elijah what Elena told him. 

Elijah explained what the doppelganger said but Kassie was not convinced. She shook her head. "Mother's onto something. Where is she anyway?" 

"I- I don't know," Elijah said earnestly. "...Speaking of Elena, I was hoping you would help me."

"...With what?" Kassie asked. 

~

Someone was knocking on the door. Elena went down the stairs and opened the front door. 

"Elena."

"Elijah..."

"I don't mean to intrude. I was hoping you might accompany me. I wanna show you something."

Elena reluctantly agreed. She quickly put on her coat and scarf and walked with Elijah to his car. He held the door for her and she sat in the passenger seat. 

 "Hello, Elena."

The girl gasped in shock and turned to see Kassandra sitting behind the driver's seat. The Original had a smirk on her face as she observed Elena. 

"Why is she here?" Elena asked Elijah.

"I asked her to come with me," Elijah explained vaguely and started driving. Elena could feel Kassandra staring at her from the back. 

(Kassie delighted in the smell of fear that permitted off of Elena.)

They stopped in the middle of the woods and got out of the car. As Elijah explained the history of their village to Elena, Kassie made her way to the rock formation with the name carvings. She knelt, grazing her fingers over her husband's name. 

"Do you know this place too?" Elena asked and Elijah answered positively. He explained how a system of tunnels beneath was used as protection against werewolves. Kassie got up and stood next to her brother.

"...Are those runes?" Elena inquired, noticing the carvings, and knelt to inspect them. She put her hand up, touching the moss around the runes.

"Don't touch them!" Kassie snapped. Elena jumped away from the rock. 

" Alright, that's it. Give me the keys, I'm leaving." Kassie demanded of Elijah and Elena asked why she wanted to leave so quickly.

"Well, I never wanted to be here in the first place. Secondly, you're getting on my nerves and I have this overwhelming urge to rip out your spinal cord whenever I see you. If you were anyone else, I would've killed you on the spot for what you did to my sister. But since your doppelganger blood is so precious to Klaus, I can't."

Elena gulped nervously. "Why do you dislike me so much?"  She finally asked. Kassie slowly turned around and sighed.

"Because Elena, a long, long time ago, when I was just a normal girl there was this woman in our village. She was beautiful and every man in our village desired her. Well, except one - because he was interested in yours truly.

And of course, she had to go after the one guy who ignored her. Her pursuit of him did not work because of, well, me.

Then, she became entangled with not one, but two of my brothers. Can you guess who?"  

Elena glanced at Elijah. 

"Naturally, those two knuckleheads began fighting over her. They were not on speaking terms for weeks. Which was horrible for me, cause I'm their sister and did not want to see them hurt.

So to answer your question - Any time I see her face, which you just so happen to have, I can't help but become hostile."

Elijah stepped in between them, slightly pushing Kassie behind him. 

"Forgive my sister. She's known to hold quite a grudge." 

Kassie scoffed softly, looking away. Elena seemed extremely uncomfortable and said she should probably get back home. 

"I admire you, Elena," Elijah said. "It is not in your nature to be deceitful and yet, last night, you lied to me."

Elena tried defending herself, saying she didn't lie. 

"Don't lie, darling. Your heart is giving you away. Jumping up and down like a hummingbird." Kassie remarked as she circled Elena. "Be honest with us."

Elena sighed but told the truth about her conversation with Esther. "It's not just Klaus that she wants to kill."

"...She wants to kill us all, doesn't she?" Elijah concluded. 

"I knew it! I told you, Elijah!" Kassie exclaimed, anger bubbling inside her.  God, she hated her family sometimes. 

Elijah proceeded to create a hole in the ground and placed Elena into the caverns below. He told Kassie to stay with her while he would inform the Salvatore brothers of the situation. Kassie insisted on calling Rebekah, saying she deserved to kill Elena more.

~

Kassandra was in one of the tunnels, hiding from Elena. It wasn't that difficult, really. She could hear the girl's phone as she tried catching any phone signal. She could hear Elena groaning in frustration. Some 20 minutes later, Rebekah showed up. 

Once Elena started moving, so did the sisters. They ambushed her in one of the corners, Rebekah in front and Kassie from behind. 

Elena gasped "What are you doing here?"

 "Not much. Unless you try to run, in which case, we get to kill you." Bekah informed the doppelganger with a wicked smile on her face.

~

"I can't find her," Stefan said as he entered his house. 

"Hello, Stefan," Elijah said, sitting in front of the fireplace. 

"He has Elena," Damon informed his younger brother.

"Actually, she's with my sisters." Elijah corrected. "As you can imagine Rebekah and Kassandra are just dying to tear her throat out. So, if you want to save Elena's life, I need you to help me stop my mother." 

And so, Elijah instructed the Salvatore brothers on what to do lest they want Elena to die.

~

"Do you think I wanna spend what could be the last hours of my life having idle chitchat with a girl who literally stabbed me in the back? Of course not! But for some reason, everybody seems to wanna bend over backward to save your life!

Which is incredibly annoying, but makes you the perfect hostage. So why don't you sit down and shut up, before I ruin everything by ripping your head off." Rebekah hissed at Elena, her words full of venom.

Kassie observed all of this, leaning on a rock behind Bekah. They've been in these bloody caves for what felt like hours and she was sick of it. 

"I'm going," Kassie informed her sister in their mother tongue.

"Where?"

"To warn Kol and Niklaus. They need to know as well. Besides, If I spend one more second with her, I'll rip her spine out." 

Bekah sighed. "Ugh...Fine. Good luck. Here, take my car. You'll need it more than me." 

Once she bid her sister goodbye, Kassie sped out of the tunnels and went over to Rebekah's car. She drove off, set on finding her brothers. While driving, she called Elijah, telling him of her plan. She also texted Kol and asked where they were. 

"At the Mystic Grill." She read Kol's response. 

She was driving as fast as possible. It took almost 30 minutes to get back into town plus another 10 minutes to get to the center where the Grill was located. Conveniently for her, there was a free parking spot just outside the Grill. Even more convenient was the fact that one of her brothers was sitting on a bench right in front of her car.

~

"Just the person I was looking for." The voice of his youngest sibling rang in Klaus's ears as she approached him. 

He sighed. "What do you want? I'm busy." He answered, still looking at the blonde next to him.

"Where is Kol? We need to go home." She asked him in their mother tongue. 

Reluctantly pulling his eyes away from Caroline, he looked at his sister. "What are you talking about?"

"Mother is trying to get rid of us. Permanently. She's planning on killing us. Tonight."

He furrowed his brows. "You're being ridiculous." 

"I'm serious, Nik! Please." Kassandra pleaded, grabbing his hand and pulling him up from the bench.

"Kassandra, you're just being paranoid. You've been spending too much time with Elijah-"

Then all of a sudden, a sharp pain went through his heart and started spreading across his body. At the same time, Kassandra gasped, clutching her heart. Her skin turned grey and in seconds, she looked the same as she did only a month ago, while she was still daggered. 

"Kassandra!" He exclaimed, catching his sister from falling. 

Caroline gasped, never before had she seen something like this happen. "What's happening?"

"Stay with her, will you? Make sure no one sees her. Please."  Klaus pleaded with the blonde and ran toward the Grill. 

~

She woke up with a gasp. Taking in quick, shallow breaths, she could feel her hands were still numb, though it disappeared quickly. She opened her eyes - she was outside, the cool night air hitting her skin, ruffling her curls. 

"You ok?" A soft voice asked from behind her. Sitting up quickly, she realized she was on a bench. 

Kassandra looked up to see a nervous-looking Caroline, standing close to her. She was looking around and guilt was written all over her face. Kassie got up, grabbed the blonde by her throat, and pushed her down on the bench. "What have you and your insolent group of friends done now?" 

"I don't know what y-you're talking about!" Caroline croaked, struggling to fight against the Original.

"Why were you talking to Klaus? Tell me the truth, now!" Kassie hissed, looking the girl in the eyes, compelling her. 

"Damon sent me as a distraction so Alaric could dagger Kol." The words flowed automatically out of the girl's mouth. 

Kassie hummed. "Forget I asked you anything." She released the blonde, and disappeared into the night, searching for her brothers. 

~

"Nik!" 

"Leave him!"

She and Elijah yelled simultaneously as they stood at the top of the stairs leading to the back entrance of the Grill. 

At the foot of the stairs, Klaus was glaring at Damon. He turned, looking up at his siblings. 

"What did Mother do?" Klaus asked. 

Both Elijah and Kassie ran down the stairs. Elijah threatened Damon to give him the location of the witches, while Kassie knelt next to Kol who was waking up.

Damon and Stefan quickly left, tasked with killing one of the Bennett witches. Once Kol got up, Elijah turned to her. She asked where they were going.

"You'll be going home." Elijah informed. 

She protested but the look in his eyes left no room for discussion. 

"You've been through enough. We'll handle Mother. Please, just go home." 

Kassie sighed but nodded her head. Elijah kissed her forehead and ushered her to leave. 

"Just so you know, she was a distraction." She said looking at Klaus. He looked at her confused. 

"Caroline. Damon told her to distract you so Alaric could dagger Kol." 

With that, she sped up the stairs, got inside Bekah's car, and drove off to their mansion.

Elijah, Klaus, and Kol arrived at the location of their mother's sacrifice. In front of the abandoned witch house, stood their Mother and Finn inside a pentagram. 

Kol taunted Finn, but Esther silenced him. "Be quiet, Kol. Your brother knows virtue you cannot even imagine. Unlike some of you here, he feels remorse for his actions."

"What are you talking about?" Kol asked. 

"Why don't you ask your brother?" Esther said, looking at Klaus. Elijah and Kol looked toward Klaus who ignored their stares. She stretched out her hand toward Finn who pulled out his phone. Esther took it. 

"Fascinating, isn't it? How far technology has come." Esther commented and gave back the phone. "I sent a message to your sister. She'll listen to it and realize how not one but two of her brothers betrayed her. But she won't be in pain for long. Once Finn dies all of you will follow."

"What are you talking about? Who betrayed who?" Elijah asked, confused. 

"Niklaus. Perhaps you would like to tell your siblings about what you did to Kassandra?"  

A look of guilt washed over Klaus's face, his mask slipping for just a second, but Elijah didn't miss it. "I've no idea what you're talking about." Klaus dismissed his mother. 

"I was there, Niklaus. For a thousand years, I watched as you corrupted her, the gentlest one in our line. I watched as you subjugated her to centuries of unnecessary pain and suffering just to soothe your ego."

"What are you talking about!?" Elijah asked again, this time his voice was louder and there was a hint of fear. What did Klaud do to Kassandra? Elijah was desperate to find out. 

While the Originals were arguing, inside the witch house Damon killed Bonnie's mother and turned her into a vampire. This disturbed Esther's ritual. The fires around the pentagram burned wildly, blinding Kol, Klaus, and Elijah. Finn took this as an opportunity and ran away with Esther.

~

Mikaelson house

With a sigh, Kassie entered the house. What a crazy day, she thought. Perhaps a hot shower will help her. She went up to her room, unzipped her leather jacket, and plopped herself on her bed. Her brothers were currently facing off against their mother. And of course, she was told to sit it all out. 

She got up, intent on filling up her bath with hot water when her phone went off. A message from Finn. She furrowed her brows. Why would Finn send her a message? She opened up the chat and saw it was a voice recording. When did he learn how to do that? She pressed play.

"Hello, my dear."  Her mother's calm voice filled the room. "You must be wondering why I'm sending you this message." 

"Over the centuries, I have watched you cry a river of tears over your beloved. I watched as you searched for him. I watched as you turned off your emotions and became a shell of the girl I once knew. 

As I'm sure you've figured out, I have linked all of my children as one, so if one dies, you all die. Finn has bravely put himself forward as the volunteer. You might have wondered why. It's because he cannot live with the guilt and shame and whenever he sees you he's reminded of how he betrayed you. 

That night when you ran away, you thought yourself successful. But what you didn't know is that Finn saw you escaping. He kept it secret for decades, but Klaus grew suspicious and threatened Finn he would kill Sage unless he confessed what he knew. So Finn told him what he saw. And that's when Klaus started his hunt."

At this point, Kassie felt her knees buckling and sat down on her bed. Speechless, she continued listening. 

"Klaus tracked your movements and where you traveled. He knew your every step. He waited for the perfect moment to strike. On that faithful day, you woke up and went on about your day, not knowing your life was about to change forever. Your husband told you he would be back before noon. You smiled and kissed him sweetly, not knowing that would be the last time you saw him.

But noon passed. Night fell. He never came back. You knew something was amiss. You spent days and nights searching for him. Every nook and cranny, you checked it, lifted every pebble and stone, but it was too late. He was gone. Why? Because Klaus got to him...Perhaps you should sit down for this next part.

I know you are a gentle spirit and you always saw the best in people. You idolized your older siblings and always strived to make them proud, your brothers specifically. It breaks my heart to tell you but that feeling in the back of your mind telling you to be wary of Klaus was right, because it was him who banished Axel."

Her vision blurred as tears welled up in her eyes and a sense of dread filled her being. The last time she felt this way was the day she turned off her emotions. Her head was spinning and she was sure if she could get a heart attack she would. 

"Go and inspect the bottom drawer on his work desk. I think you'll find something interesting there." Her mother added and the message ended. 

In a haze, she ran toward his room. She grabbed the handle. Locked. With ease, she broke down the door off its hinges. Heading straight for his desk, her eyes fell on the third and last drawer. Again, it was locked. She grabbed the handle and pulled it roughly, forcing it open. 

The first thing she noticed was a white envelope with her name on it. She instantly recognized her mother's elegant handwriting. 

"Hello, darling. 

We meet again. This time I will finish the story and tell you the most crucial details. What you didn't know is that when Axel left your house that day, he was immediately ambushed by your brother. Klaus compelled your husband. Any memories of you and your marriage were wiped. He erased all memories Axel had of our family; it's like he never knew you. To make sure Axel wouldn't remember, Klaus took his wedding ring.

One more thing to note: when Klaus daggered you in 1996 he did it because Axel moved to Switzerland the same year and he didn't want you accidentally stumbling upon your long-lost husband. That's why he tracked you down and put you in a coffin."

The letter sent her into a fury. She looked into the drawer once more and noticed a small black box. Quickly grabbing it, she opened it harshly, throwing away the lid. On top of a red velvet cushion laid her husband's wedding band, the one that matched her own. It was attached to a simple silver chain. 

Hot tears burned her eyes and ran down her face. How could Klaus ever do that to her? Centuries worth of suppressed rage bubbled inside her, finally reaching its boiling point. She got up, put Axel's wedding ring into her back pocket, and took a deep breath. 

She then grabbed a nearby chair and slammed it against the work desk, shattering it into pieces. Looking up, she noticed an oil painting hanging off the wall - a portrait of her that Klaus painted in the 1700s. She smashed it with the leg of the broken chair. 

Speeding down to Klaus's art studio, she proceeded to split the canvas into two and threw all of his drawings into the fire. She went into a frenzy, destroying the entire house. She broke every vase, every statue, anything in her line of sight. By the end, it looked like a tornado passed through their home. Her cries of sorrow and anguish filled the house as she keeled over in agony. How could she have been so blind?

~

The Mikaelson brothers rode in silence. Klaus still hasn't explained himself and what Esther meant by him betraying Kassandra. Elijah would speak with him about it once they returned home. Speaking of their home...

They exited Elijah's car and started walking toward the front door. Elijah could feel something cracking under his shoes - all across the pavement and the grass, broken glass shimmered in the moonlight. They also noticed a bunch of books and broken ceramics on the ground. Elijah looked up and finally realized all the windows were smashed. 

"Kassandra..." Elijah uttered and ran inside. 

Immediately upon entering, he knew something was wrong. Broken statues, window frames ripped off, books shredded...what the hell happened? He called out her name but there was no response. With his vampire senses, he heard her ragged breathing and followed the sound to one of the lounge rooms. Kol and Klaus followed.

They walked into the room only to find it destroyed to pieces. In the middle of it all was Kassandra, on her knees. Her dark curls were in disarray and covered her face. Elijah's first instinct was to grab her and hold her in his arms, but Kol stopped him. 

"Kassie...what happened?" Kol asked softly. He might not show it often, but he cared for his youngest sister deeply. He approached her slowly, kneeled beside her, and gently took hold of her face. He was met with her tear-stricken face. Her eyes were red from crying and filled with despair. Kol hated seeing her cry and it broke his heart to see her in so much pain. 

Her head turned to Klaus who lost all color in the face upon meeting her eyes. Her gaze hardened and grabbing onto Kol's arm, she stood up. Not taking her eyes off Klaus, she slowly walked over to him. She stared into his eyes, and she could see, he knew. "Kassie, I-"

Grabbing him by the throat, she pushed him against the wall and screamed in his face. Kicking him to the ground, she grabbed a piece of wood from the floor and jabbed it into the side of his neck. His blood splattered all over her hands and face but she didn't care. "LIAR! LIAR! YOU LIED TO ME!"

Elijah and Kol sprang to action, pulling her away from Nik. Kol grabbed her arms and pulled her back, holding her tightly. Elijah helped Klaus get up and removed the splinters of wood. She writhed in Kol's arms, screaming in agony. "LET ME GO! HE COMPELLED AXEL! HE COMPELLED AXEL TO FORGET ME! HE TOOK MY HUSBAND AWAY FROM ME!" 

Elijah inhaled sharply as his worst suspicion was confirmed. Of course he did, Elijah thought bitterly as he gave Klaus a disappointed look. He turned to Kassie, meeting her furious gaze. She has never looked more terrifying. 

"Let her go, Kol," Elijah instructed calmly. Kol seemed hesitant but did it anyway. She pulled out a chain from which a silver ring dangled. 

"Why do you have his wedding ring?" She asked, her voice hoarse from crying and screaming. 

Klaus stayed quiet, averting his gaze. 

"You found him that night, didn't you? When he went missing, he was with you and you compelled any memory he had of me...I spent days and nights searching for him! It seems to me that your desire for control eradicated any semblance of love you once held for me.

I was never just your sister. No. I was a tool you used against our siblings to keep them in check because you knew how much I meant to them, especially Elijah. You thought ever and only of your own glory and not of your little sister in her grief. 

Did you ever stop to consider how much pain you were causing me, hmm, how much suffering I went through trying to find him? You never took my pain seriously. No. You never saw my tears as a sign something was wrong. You ever only saw it as me being an annoying little girl who was overly emotional."

"You ran away! You defied my authority!"  Klaus yelled. 

She stared at him in bewilderment. "...Yes, I ran away. He's the love of my life. Of course, I wanted to be with him. I promised myself to him long before we were turned."

"He was not worthy of you!"

She scoffed. "You are the last person to talk about someone's honor. He was a good man, and he had a kind and gentle heart - something you never were and something you never possessed." 

Klaus opened his mouth to respond but Kassie continued. 

"You knew that with him by my side, I could do anything. With him by my side, you could not control me and I would've been free of your tyranny. That's why you banished him and took away his memories!" 

"You betrayed us, all of us!" He yelled back. 

"Betray- You do not own me! Or my heart! You do not get to control whom I love. My heart is my own and I shall give to whomever I deem worthy."

"You give yourself too much credit, love. I only kept you around for entertainment." He spat.

She chuckled dryly. "If I was so unimportant to you why didn't you just let me leave? Because then, I would be a loose thread and you couldn't have that." She countered with a sad grimace. 

"All of us were puppets and you the master, the strings controlling us were in your hands. For centuries I thought I was the exception, but now I see I was the first one to be strung up." 

"What the bloody hell is going on in here? Why is everything broken?" Rebekah's voice reverberated off the walls as she stormed into the room. "What is going on- Kassie? Nik? Oh my god! What happened?"

Kassie paid no mind to the interruption, her eyes firmly on Klaus. "You knew that without him I would break. So you did exactly that - you broke me down and you kept me in a constant state of anguish for centuries, so that you could more easily control me."

He was fully crying at this point, his blue eyes full of bitter tears. This only agitated her more.

"You can't even defend yourself! You know what I'm saying is true. The only thing you know how to do is lash out threats and talk only of your power and influence..."

"Kassandra, perhaps you should let Niklaus speak-" Elijah tried intervening.

"NO! NO! NO!" She yelled, waving her hands around. "How can you expect me to believe anything that comes out of his mouth ever again?"

Bekah tried as well. "Sister, please-"

"SILENCE!"

She approached him, their faces inches away; he could not meet her gaze.

"It should've been you." She whispered, looking up at Klaus, hit with a realization. "That night, when Henrik died, it should've been you that the wolves killed. Everything would've been different: Mother would've never done her spell, we would've lived normal lives, vampires wouldn't exist and my little brother would've been alive. Everything would've been...better."

Rarely, if ever, did any of the Mikaelsons mention their youngest brother. "Kassandra-" Elijah chided, his usual stoicism now all but gone.

"You can't possibly mean that!" Klaus exclaimed, wide-eyed and horrified.

"You know it's true," Kassie uttered. She backed away, touching her throat, now aching from all the yelling. Her fingers felt the cold metal of her necklace. Realizing she was still wearing it, she quickly snapped it off and threw it at Klaus.

"And to think I was wearing this for centuries because you designed it. To think that I cherished it because you made it for me." She spat, disgust obvious in her tone.

She clutched her head. "God, I- I gave you my everything. I was always there for you, whenever you needed me! I comforted you. I defended you! I...I loved you." She spoke slowly, her voice cracking on those last three words.

"...But not anymore," Kassie added and the look on Klaus's face would've been hilarious had the situation not been so tragic. The sheer magnitude of fear in his eyes told her she had struck the right chord. "You...are no brother of mine. Not anymore. Not after this."

"Kassandra, please, I beg you-" Klays pleaded, grabbing her hand and falling to the ground.

She pushed him away and started laughing hysterically, greatly unnerving the rest of her siblings. "The great Klaus Mikaelson on his knees, begging for forgiveness. I never thought I would see the day."

"Kassie, please-" His voice trembled.

"I never saw you as the Hybrid. You know what I saw you as? I saw you as my big brother; my poor brother who was being hunted and chased down by our evil father. I saw how badly he treated you when we were children and I swore I would do anything in my power to defend you from such pain...

I don't want to see you ever again. Don't even try asking Elijah or Rebekah to advocate for you because I won't listen."

"Please, listen to me-"

"Rot in hell." She spat and with that, she walked out of the room and the house, leaving her siblings in shock. No one was brave enough to stop her. 

~

I know it took me like two months but it's finally here - the big confrontation with Klaus! I always knew there would be a big fight between them, this was one of the earliest scenes I had imagined for this story. Obviously, it's so much better inside my head lol but I think I did it justice. Also, I really tried to emphasize just how speechless Klaus was, like, he could not utter a single word in his own defense, cause he knew this would happen sooner or later.

As always thank you for reading and share your thoughts! XOXO

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Taglist: @ashaluuler What do you think about Esther being the one who spilled the tea? You thought it would be Axel but imo it's juicer this way lol

[beccalovesyu]

nick wayne x female reader? fluff please ☺️ the reader is hook’s younger sister and she has a huge crush on nick. but hook goes into big brother protection mode so dante and darius help her out by setting them up. and eventually hook (and taz) approve of them

Sorry it took a little bit I tried my best 🤍

The secret

Pairing: fem! Reader x Nick Wayne

Warnings: arguing with hook/ Tyler, any grammar mistakes I made, swearing

Genre: fluff

masterlist

< oneshot >

( not my gifs )

Backstory: read the request ☝️ ( that was actually so perfect )

You were playing truth or dare with Darius and Dante. You picked truth because the last dare was discussing you never wanted to do a dare again.

Dante: “ y/n truth or dare “

Y/n: “ truth “

Dante: “ why you scared we’ll make you eat cat food mixed with crayons again? “

Y/n: “ yes, I’m never coloring again. “

Dante: “ alright your truth is would you date anyone in our friend group? “

Y/n: “ why? “

Dante: “ because your alone “

Y/n: “ oh thanks Dante. anyways maybe “

Dante: “ who? “

Y/n: “ actually my turns over Darius truth or dare “

Darius: “ um uno reverse “

Y/n: “ hm? “

Darius: “ truth or dare “

Y/n: “ that’s not apart of the game “

Darius: “ it is now “

Y/n: “ that’s so unfair “

Dante: “ pick before I pick for you “

Y/n: “ alright alright truth “

Darius: “ who do you like at least give us a hit “

Y/n: “ fine he’s my age “

Dante: “ NICK FUCKING WAYNE?!? “

You were blushing to hard to get out of this.

Y/n: “ SHHH SHUT UPPP “

Darius: “ THEY CALL HIM NICK WAYNEEEE “

Y/n: “ omg. “

Dante: “ IM NICK WAYNE “

Y/n: “ Alr Alr you guys don’t need to sing the whole Thing “

After the game of truth or dare they keeps asking questions.

Dante: “ when are you guys getting together “

Darius: “ OH what about married “

Dante: “ can you name your kids after me “

Y/n: “ omg you guys are so childish “

They bugged you for the rest of the night about it. Until they FINALLY fell asleep.

The next day:

You woke up early to get to the gym before collision. You wore some black leggings and a dark blue sports bra. You got in the gym then started on the treadmills. You seen someone in the mirror behind you. It was Nick. You immediately got butterflies. He was so handsome and sweet. He’s was just so perfect. You always tried to talk to him without blushing but it never worked. At this point he has a nickname for you. “ pinky “ why name me after a finger??? You stopped the treadmill and caught your breath, then you walked over to him and greeted him with a huge smile. Then you heard the children.

Dante: “ hey lovebirds “

Y/n: “ Dante why are you literally a 6 year old “

Dante: “ hey that’s not nice “

Y/n: “ mhm “

Darius: “ nobody invited me to this wedding ? “

Y/n: “ oml “

Nick started laughing. You didn’t know if that was good or bad. Was he laughing at them or you?!?

Nick “ guys you were supposed to bring the cake “

Y/n: “ I’m Surrounded by children. “

Dante: “ you and Nick should get used to that “

Y/n: “ oml.. “

You were obviously embarrassed. You’ve had a crush on Nick since you met him. This whole thing was stupid they sounded like middle schoolers. Nick and you just kinda clicked it wasn’t hard to fall in love. You were just scared you would ruin your friendship. After dealing with the “ pre-k squad “ you finally finished your workout and you left for collision.

At the arena:

You seen your brother sitting on a crate eating chips obviously that’s all he does. He was more quiet and he Seemed mad? For once he didn’t have a poker face. You greeted him and you got no reply.

Y/n: “ hey Ty “

Tyler: “ .. “

Y/n: “ you ok? “

Tyler: “ I’m fine “

Y/n: “ are you mad at me? “

Tyler: “ stay away from Nick “

Y/n: “ why he’s my friend. “

Tyler: “ I heard him Talking to Sam ( darby ) just stay away “

Y/n: “ what’d he say? “

Tyler: “ don’t worry about it “

Y/n: “ but why if you won’t tell me why should I stay away “

Tyler: “ I just don’t want you around him end of conversation. “

You were pissed why does Tyler have any authority to tell you who to hang out with. Yeah he was your older brother but if anyone would tell you anything you would actually listen to was your dad Taz. So obviously you were gunna be sneaky about talking to him. And what did Nick say to Sam???

Earlier his pov:

I was Talking to my best friend for as long as I can remember. I was telling him about this girl about my crush.

Nick: “ this girl is so sweet and kind and she’s just so beautiful and I don’t know how to ask her out she’s the girl of my dreams can you help me please. “

Sam: “ who is she? “

Nick: “ Tyler’s little sister y/n “

Sam: “ be careful with her Nick her brother is really protective and her dad is well her dad is Taz “

Nick: “ I know but I really like her and I don’t care who her family is “

Sam: “ alright so try to give her compliments and laugh at any jokes she says even if they aren’t funny “

Nick: “ thanks Sam “

Sam: “ your welcome “

Later:

You seen Nick in the viewing room and you walked up to him to say hi. But that was short lived thanks to Tyler.

Y/n: “ heyyy nicky “

Nick: “ why are you whispering “

Y/n: “ because of my brother being annoying and mad about something. “

Nick: “ what’s he mad about and why does that explain why your whispering “

Y/n: “ he said that- “

Tyler: “ am I interrupting something “

Y/n: “ no Ty “

Nick: “ hey Tyler “

Tyler: “ mhm come on y/n “

Y/n: “ this shits unfair. “

You were pissed Tyler was being serious he didn’t want you around him he even was following you everywhere just so you wouldn’t talk to him it’s been multiple failed conversations with Nick and a week a whole week and Tyler hasn’t left your side all to make sure you wouldn’t talk to him. You were annoyed. you needed extra help. It was 2:00 Am and you were in your hotel room when you texted the “ pre-k “ brothers.

You had no idea how they would help you were actually a little scared.

Next Wednesday:

You finally got to the arena after a long flight with Ty. When you went in Dante immediately went up to Ty as if he was waiting even though that seemed creepy he actually got Ty away from you, you finally didn’t have him following you but where was Darius? You were walking to your locker room to get changed for your match because it was the starting match of the night when you seen a note on your door. What was this about? You took the Note that was taped on your door off of it and read it. “ meet in Nicks locker room after your match asap “ you were shocked was this plan actually working? You were so excited you couldn’t wait for your match to end and it didn’t even start. You got changed and waited for your music to hit you hit your opponent with a cutter and won the match. You rushed backstage and got a quick shower and got into some jean shorts and a plain black crop top. You were beyond scared and excited. You walked to Nicks locker room and knocked on the door when it was opened Darius was there it was so sweet a little indoor picnic that him and Sam set up for us. It turns out that Sam found out about the plan from Dante and he wanted to help too. There was one thing though Nick wasn’t there. You were confused but after Sam explained that Nick had a promo to film and he didn’t even know about this yet you understood. You eagerly waited for Nick to finish with his promo you were too excited. This was so cute the best little set up you ever seen you were beyond excited when you realized it would technically be a date. You seen the door handle move you immediately got butterflies in your stomach. When the door open it was Nick the most beautiful guy you’ve ever seen the sweetest guy you would ever meet. He seen you Sam and Darius and he seemed happy. He asked what this was and Darius was stupid and said it was your wedding Nick laughed at it then Sam explained what happened with Tyler and that this is your secret first date. You couldn’t stop smiling you were so happy to finally have a date with the guy of your dreams. Darius and Sam went out of the locker room and sat on a crate by the door so in case Ty tried anything he would hopefully… possibly be stopped. You sat on a blanket on the floor with Nick and a little basket full of snacks and some sandwiches. Nick sat across from you and was wearing a black shirt with some black jeans.

Y/n: “ hey Nicky “

Nick: “ hey pretty girl “

You obviously started blushing when he said that you just couldn’t get over his voice and how he said pretty girl.

Nick: “ or should I call you pinky “

Y/n: “ shush pretty boy “

There it was the nickname he came up with.

You talked for a little bit and had some laughs while eating your food. ( use your imagination because I’m not the best with conversations on dates 😭 )

Darius knocked on the door and asked if you were having fun and if you guys finished your food.

Darius: “ how’s the wedding going “

Y/n: “ amazing “

Nick: “ um the best obviously you planned it “

Darius: “ are you guys done eating? because when you are by the couch there’s a blanket, a stuffed animal, popcorn and the remote for the tv you guys can watch a movie or something if you want a longer date “

Y/n: “ a stuffed animal? “

Darius: “ yeah consider it a gift from Nick “

Nick: “ so that’s why you asked me to help pick out a stuffed animal for a girl “

Darius: “ yeah we were in the store for a hour because I wouldn’t tell him who it was for so he didn’t know what you liked but we settled on a blue Dinosaur just for you “

Y/n: “ awe that’s so sweet thank you “

Darius: “ don’t thank me thank him “

Darius left you to the rest of the date. You and Nick watched your favorite movie. And cuddled.

Nick: “ you know your really beautiful y/n “

Y/n: “ why thank you not to bad yourself “

Nick: “ how much luckier could I get I have you as a beautiful girlfriend “

Y/n: “ so it’s official? “

Nick: “ if you want it to be “

Y/n: “ of corse I would nicky “

Nick: “ my pinky “

You smiled while he kissed your forehead. You were so happy you finally had the guy of your dreams. But how would Ty react? You ended up falling asleep in nicks arms when you got woken up by a terrified Dante.

Dante: “ wake up I lost Ty he’s looking for you he’s gunna kill us if he finds out your in here “

Y/n: “ shit sorry Nicky I have to go “

Nick: “ it’s ok pinky I get it “

You gave him a kiss on the cheek goodbye and snuck back to your locker room. When Ty finally found you he was pissed.

Tyler: “ y/n where have you been? “

Y/n: “ I was hanging out with the girls and I just got out of the shower is a girl not allowed to take a shower? “

Tyler: “ your hair isn’t wet. “

Y/n: “ it’s called a blow drier dumb ass “

Tyler: “ watch your language “

Y/n: “ your not dad I don’t need to listen to you “

Tyler: “ you should listen to me I’m your brother “

Y/n: “ nah I’m good “

Tyler: “ if I find out you were with Nick your dead “

Y/n: “ I wasn’t I stopped trying after you locked me in my hotel room for 5 hours “

Tyler finally left after the long interview of where you were and why you at work 2 hours after the show. Tyler was going to drive you to your hotel so he waited in the car for you. You seen Nick on the way out and checked if anyone was around before you gave him a hug and kiss goodbye.

Y/n: “ bye Nicky boy “

Nick: “ bye pinky “

You went back to your hotel and the whole way there you got asked about who you were texting. It was obviously Nick but you couldn’t tell Ty that so you just said your friend Anna Jay. You got back to your hotel room and he finally left you alone so you could sleep before you feel asleep though Nick texted you a mini good night paragraph.

The next day:

You woke up to another mini paragraph it was so sweet and cute your heart literally melted.

You were so beyond happy that Nick is your sweet caring loving boyfriend. But you had to tell your dad and Ty soon and you had no idea how though.

1 month later:

You and Nick have been dating for about 1 month you’ve kept it a secret for that long but it was getting harder you wanted to spend time with your boyfriend but Ty didn’t even want you talking to him. So you made a plan to tell your dad and Ty. You just hoped Nick would be alive for your next anniversary. You were at collision waiting for Ty to get to the arena. You were terrified what if they made you break up with him or something. You waited for about 20 minutes for Ty and your dad to show up you asked them to come to your locker room because you need to talk about something with them. You didn’t want to tell them alone so you asked Dante and Darius to wait outside of the door just in case things didn’t go to plan. You had your dad and Ty sit on your couch while you stood in front of them waiting for Nick to come to help tell the news to them.

Taz: “ you aren’t quitting are you “

Y/n: “ no dad I’m not I’m happy here “

Tyler: “ this better be good I should be asleep right now “

Taz: “ a promotion “

Y/n: “ no “

Taz: “ you winning a title? “

Y/n: “ no “

Taz: “ your mom ask you to ask us something? she does that a lot but I digress “

Y/n: “ no dad “

Taz: “ alright just asking kiddo “

Finally Nick walked in your locker room and you were relieved you could finally tell them no more hiding.

Tyler: “ y/n what’s he doing here “

Taz: “ who’s this fine young man? “

Y/n: “ um we have something to tell you “

Taz: “ y/n your only 18 you can’t be “

Y/n: “ no not that dad “

Taz: “ ok continue “

Tyler: “ no don’t you shouldn’t even be talking to him “

Y/n: “ me and Nick are dating and I don’t care if you don’t want it he’s the sweetest guy I know and I’m not going to leave him because your over protective. “

Taz: “ well welcome to the family kid “

Tyler: “ no this isn’t supposed to be happening you aren’t allowed to talk “

Taz: “ hey give this kid a chance Ty your sister deserves love and she shouldn’t have to listen to you about your opinions but I digress “

Tyler: “ fine. “

You knew Ty didn’t like it he was your big brother you felt bad about going behind his back and dating someone he didn’t even want you talking to but after a couple weeks of you Ty and Nick hanging out he realized that Nick wasn’t so bad and he’s actually a big sweet heart so you officially got your bothers approval on one condition.

Tyler: “ don’t hurt her or your going to be mounted on my wall “

That was the one condition but now you and Nick have movie nights in his locker room every Wednesday and Ty sometimes tags along because he’s still protective but you don’t mind.

This took abt 3 days? Thank you Abby for helping me with the Dante and Darius texts lmk if u want another one keep in mind that this is only my second fic so sorry if it isn’t perfect hoped you liked it 🫶 I tried to proof read lmao 😭

[samantha-chicago]

Meet The Boyfriend

Summary: Your family meets your boyfriend and his family

Pairing:  OC x Dante Torres

Warning/s: Mentions of officer down?

A/N: I don't know anything about Dante so I made basically everything up. I've not caught up on Chicago PD and it would take me far to long to catch up and I wanted to write it while it was still in my head so hear it is.

It was just a met each others family thing. Like before a wedding they've got to meet each other except for the fact that we are not getting married and we're only doing this because our families are massive. Dante was the best boyfriend I could ever ask for. I just hope that my brothers can actually see that.

I stood in my bedroom redoing my make up almost like an anxiety thing. My brothers and parents downstairs in the living room and Dante coming with his family and siblings. I had heard my brothers coming in but I hadn't been down to see them yet. I looked over as my bedroom door opened honestly expecting it to be my niece and nephew. I was surprised when I saw my sister in law standing there.

"So I'm coming to get some information without James being about" Donna chuckled standing next to me as I fixed my make up.

"What kind of information do you want?" I asked looking at her

"What's he like? Is he good to you? All that kind of stuff" She answered as there was a car pull up outside the house. I looked out the window thankful I didn't have to answer all of those questions

"Oh is that him? Is it?" She asked looking out the window. I nodded

"Your brothers got you a gift for passing the detective test" My mother explained as I walked into the living room. I sent my brothers a weary look as they passed the brown gift bag between them. I looked at Donna who was smiling. The gift was definitely her idea then that makes me less worried. I walked over

"Yeah. Him, his brothers and mother." I replied and Donna basically ran out of the room. I shook my head with a chuckle as I looked at my Lock Screen. The picture of Dante and I from the day that I passed my detective test.

I walked downstairs once I heard that everyone was already in the house. I had already met Dantes' family when he had a panic that his family wasn't answering their phones. I walked downstairs absolutely terrified of what my brothers were going to say.

"Come on then Sarah" James chuckled as I took the wrapped box out of the bag and started opening it. I opened the box looking between my two brothers and then my two sister in laws. All of them were laughing at the mug they had got me. I shook my head

"Let me guess. James and George decided on it" I chuckled, shaking my head as both of my brothers pointed to each other. I walked through to the kitchen with it

"No making out in the kitchen" George called and I turned around pointing to Dante on the couch before his brother who was in the kitchen helping our mom make tea and coffees.

"What?" He asked frowning

"So Sarah, how did you two meet?" James asked and I sent him a look

"Boyfriend" I started pointing to Dante

"Boyfriends brother" I finished sending him a look as George shut up. I put the mug in the sink before walking out

"Two words. Police officers" I answered, sending him a look as if to say are you dumb. Both Dante and I were on call out today. Both wearing our badges. Dante had his gun on his hip and his radio.

"Well sorry I don't listen to the boring details" He mumbled as I sat next to Dante

"We met while Dante was on patrol. Then he moved up to intelligence. There the boring details" I replied

"Sarah you're looking healthy" Dantes mom smiled

"Thank you" I replied.

"Auntie Sarah can you take us to the park please auntie Sarah" Maya begged looking at me

"Why don't you go get your coat on and Dante can come with us" I nodded. Basically leaving the house so that my brothers can definitely argue about who's going to protect me more. Even though they're both mechanics and I'm the detective. I got up looking at Dante

"Do you have your radio love?" I asked him as he got up

"So how did that go?" Dante asked me

"I do. It's in my coat" He smiled and I nodded, pulling my own coat on with my heeled boots.

Maya and Milo ran over both taking a hand of mine and pulling me out the house. I am the fun auntie mainly because I am the youngest. They pulled me over to the park which was thankfully over the road. Dante followed behind us that goofy smile on his face. The kids let my hands go as we got to the park, the pair of them instantly running over to the slide. Dante wrapped his arms around my waist as I smiled up to him as he leaned down kissing me.

"I don't know to be honest. My brothers are hard to read unless they're happy. Quite funny when they thought that you were your brother" I chuckled seeing his face

"Had to hide how jealous I was" He whispered and I smiled

"You're the only Torres I want" I hummed and he kissed me leaning down. Our moment interrupted by his radio

"10-1 10-1. Officer down. 5021 Henry is down. I repeat 50-21 Henry is down" Dante and I looked at each other before running back over to the house. I ran inside to the living room.

"James look after your kids" I ordered opening my gun safe grabbing my gun and putting it in my holster before grabbing my radio

"50-21 ocean responding plain clothed officer responding " Dante radioed

"50-21 Frank responding. Plain clothed officer" Both of us ran out of the house jumping in my car as Dante had come with his family. I started driving to the address that came up on my screen. Dante put his bullet proof vest on keeping one in my car as we were partners before putting mine on as I drove.

"50-21 ocean and frank on science. Alert all resounding officers plain clothed officers on scene." Dante radioed as we both got out of the car. I ran over to Hailey while Dante ran to help Jay.

"I'm fine. It's the vest" Hailey pushed my hands away

"Upton I'm going to check you out anyway" I replied taking her vest off to make sure it just caught the vest and nothing else

[https-cyber-slxt]

Holy shit! Your blog is an oasis in a desert istg. Finally some proper unadulterated femdom content on this hellsite. Thank you so much!

If your requests are still open, can I please get some sub!Dante content? General headcanons or just a little pegging for my bbg :) Up to you. And thanks again <3

P. S.: A word of advice: try to avoid more explicit tags, like sub!character or dom!reader, and use something more general like character x reader. I've noticed that Tumblr algorithm doesn't take into account actual contents of the post and shadow bans based on tags. I've seen some really outrageous stuff fly under the radar, because it only had fandom tags and nothing specific. Hope this'll help at least a little bit. You don't deserve to deal with this bs. Wish you the best!

hiiiii anon, I really appreciate these kind words, here just for you.

Oh and I'll absolutely give you your “daily” dose of pegging Dante :P

Devils Do Cry!

Sub!Dante x FemDom!Reader

A/N: I am so unmotivated (also it's 10 pm and I'm tired as shit, so if this is bad, I'm sorry)

“So... Who's Elizabeth?” you question out of nowhere as you pull your sword out of the Hell Caina's chest, causing it to wither away. Dante becomes stunned at the question, raising a brow at you. “Just another Devil Hunter, why?”

He swallows thickly at your serious expression. You prop your glasses up and wipe the blood off of your weapon. “A little birdie told me that you went on a *date* with her last night” Dante whimpers and furrows his brows before propping himself up properly. “Oh yeah? Well maybe that little birdie was trying to make you jealous” your face becomes even more serious. “Why would Nero wish to make me jealous?”

Dante stops in his tracks and nearly bursts into a sprint, damn you little nephew! “I uh- uhm-” his sentence cuts off as you grab his collar and shove him against a wall. “Don't lie to me Dante! What were you doing last night!?” He sobs as he licks his dry lips. “I'm sorry (Name), but I promise I didn't do anything, I just- walked her back home, that's all, and Nero must've thought something else“

You drop Dante and turn away, walking back to his office space with him not far behind you.

☆~ 5:30 PM ~☆

You lie on your stomach as you flip through the pages of the magazine, munching on the cheese pizza while doing so. Your fingers rest at the bottom of the page while your eyes fixate on the pictures, making you unaware of your surroundings. Your reading becomes interrupted as the doors slam shut, making you look up at Dante. “Jeez those two are a pain in the ass” he sighs while stretching.

“If they're so annoying, why are you friends with them?” you ask while flipping to the next page, placing your hand under your chin. “Well you know, it's nice to have some company in this shithole” He answers while walking up the stairs. You scoff and lift yourself off the couch. “Hey! Which drawer do the magazines go into?” you shout while fiddling with the book in your hands. “My desk drawer!” oh wow real helpful.

You roll your eyes and walk behind the desk, opening up the top drawer, nope, the middle one, nu-uh, the bottom one perhaps? Your hand grabs the handle and just as you're done opening it halfway, you slam it closed and grip the magazine in your hands even tighter.

A few moments later Dante rushes down the stairs, oblivious to your shocked expression. “Hey babe so, Morrison will be here in a few and- are you okay-” his sentence cut off as he stares at your grip on the bottom drawer handle.

You both stand there in complete silence, until you stand up and purse your lips, dropping the magazine on to his desk. “So how long have you had those?” you ask while side eyeing him. Dante stands there in complete shock. He lifts his hands up and defence, trying to think of an excuse. “How. Long. Have. You. Had. Those?” Now your entire body was facing him. “A-awhile it's that, I've been hesitant on asking you..”

NSFW Below The Cut X3

A bright blush covers his face as he answers your question. “Bend over the desk” you command while opening the drawer with your heels. “But Morrison-!” his sentence interrupted as he's pushed against the desk. “I don't care about Morrison, if walks in here that'll be his own problem. Now, bend over the desk, and take off your pants while you're at it”

A sob leaves Dante as he follows your command, taking off his pants and boxers while bending himself over his work desk, spreading his legs open and resting his chin on his forearms.

Meanwhile with you, you pull the strap-on out of the drawer, and you're not gonna lie when you say it's packing a decent size, 8-9 inches at least and relatively girthy as well. You notice the ring gag in the drawer and pull it out, it'll be of good use. You set the strap aside and lift the gag right in front of Dante's face. He gasps and looks back at you, you smile and giggle. “You know what to do” were the only words you said before he sighed. Shoving the gag into his mouth, you grab the straps and adjust it to your liking.

You reach back down and grab the lube out of the drawer. You grab Dante's hand and squeeze the lube on to his fingers. He looks back at you with confusion and you just smile at him. “I can't just shove this entire thing into you without any preparation, go on, open yourself for me” you continue smiling as he lets out a soft whimper.

Using his free hand, Dante spreads his ass open, allowing his fingers to slip in easier. He slowly inserts his middle finger in, soft gasps escaping him as he inserts another finger. He goes knuckles deep, making him arch his back, his free hand quivering and struggling to hold himself open.

His upper body basically falls limp as he starts to finger himself, getting lost in pleasure and completely forgetting about your presence. You grin and grab his wrist, giving him a fright in the process. You pull his fingers out and grab the strap-on from his side.

You tie the harness around your hips and grab the lube, carelessly squeezing some on to the strap, causing a little bit to fall on the floor beneath you. You stroke up and down, smearing the lube all over.

You slowly insert your strap into him, heavy moans escaping him as he grips the front of the desk. “Ah! nghhhh~!” drool slips down his chin as his eyes begin rolling back. You insert the entirety of the strap in him, the harness touching the skin of his ass.

You readjust yourself and lie on top of Dante's back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You short thrusts cause sobs to escape Dante as tears begin to fall from his eyes, leaking onto the desk below him. Your nimble fingers remove themselves from his neck and creep down towards his dick. Your free hand wraps around his leaking cock, pumping up and down gently.

Your other arm wraps around Dante into a chokehold, making his hands move from the desk to the arm around his neck. Letting go of his dick, you untie the gag move your hand back to its original position, pumping faster than before. “Shit! You're killing me! Just fuck me already! I need it, please!” Dante's tears roll down on to your arm along with his drool.

You unwrap your arm around his throat, causing him to drop on to the desk. You grab his arms and lock them behind his back, speeding up your pace in the progress. Dante cries and moans, not caring of someone or something hears him. “God fuuuck~! Yesyes! Oh you make me feel so- so good! Ah! Ah~! Nggggh!”

Your hand lets go of his arms, but like the loyal slut he his, he keeps them there as you grab his hair, lifting his head up and biting his neck. “Yes!! Oh fuck yes! Faster, faster! Fuckmefuckme!” Dante moves his hands to his dick as both your hands grip his hair and jacket collar. “I'm g-gonna cum! Pleaseplease! Let me cum! AH!” his begs and pleas turn into a nonsense of sobs as you rake your fingers through his messy and sweaty hair. “Cum for me” you whisper in his ear.

Dante sobs and cries as he releases all over the floor, some even getting on his desk. Quite sobs escape him as his left over tears form a small puddle beneath him.

Just as you lift yourself up, Morrison busts through the door, an unpleasant look on his face. “Considering that you two have stopped fucking like two rabbits in heat, just take this before my day is even more ruined” Morrison hands you a letter, not saying another word and slamming the building doors closed, his car revving up and leaving the area just as quickly.

You set the letter aside and stare at the fucked out Dante beneath you. “What to do with you...”

[matchbet-allofthetime]

Promises, Promises

Nero/Dante/Vergil x GN!reader (can be read as platonic or romantic between nero/reader, dante/reader, or vergil/reader. whatever you prefer, just meant to be comforting i guess)

Word count: 1020

A/N: just wrote this, idrk what to say. reader claws at themself in their sleep even though they're lucid enough to know they're dreaming. they don't realize they're in actual real-world physical pain until they wake up, but frankly, the pain doesn't bother them. it's kinda about the boys being concerned because the reader doesn't seem to notice/care about their wounds past "fuck, that's gonna be a bitch to heal" and "damnit now i need new sheets. did i stain my mattress????" and it's also about a promise being made to protect each other bc the amulets they wear gave my brain ThoughtsTM

also demon boy cuddles and napping bc it's a need, not just a want

here's your warning for: blood, nightmares, reader tears themself up in their sleep bc nightmares, but they also don't feel much care about that in particular past "oh no i stressed my boys out oof"

reader is okay and vergil and nero cry. dante nearly does.

long A/N, so sorry, but i needed to kinda show my thought process after not sleeping for 24 hours lol

please enjoy!

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It cycles through me like a storm, leaving me gasping for air. I jolt and can't manage to pry myself from the images in my own head.

Woefully overwhelming.

Equally underwhelming and boring as hell.

Shame I couldn't seem to care past my exhaustion. Even still, my body seemed to do the job of 'scared human' pretty well without my internal fears interfering.

Now if I waited just a moment longer, it should-

I cry out (against my brain's irritation and advice against doing precisely that-) and my eyes meet Dante's worried ones immediately. He's cradling my face and I see Nero nearly run in, arms full of medical supplies of all kinds. My arms feel warm- liquid warm. I groan in frustration, shutting my eyes.

They open again as I hear Nero openly crying through his concern and Vergil comes crashing like a hurricane into the room. His eyes are cold as always, but it's a new type of cold.

My throat is hoarse. I woke them up. I try to lift myself up on my arms before- ugh, fuck it. I slam myself back down and groan again.

Time for new fuckin' sheets. Again.

As Dante cradles me close, Vergil sets down a plastic tub filled with warm water, probably to clean the blood off of where I apparently tore myself open in my sleep. Had I been thrashing that badly? The dream was bad, but it wasn't anywhere near what the real nightmares were when I was a kid, so why…?

Nero wipes away his tears and gets to work wetting one of the many cloths he brought in the room; he soothes it over the flesh of my shoulder.

I look down groggily. Still not awake yet, it seems. Not fully, anyways.

It appears I've mostly gotten my shoulders, arms, and sides- the meatier parts of myself. Not sure if I did it because they were easier to grab onto or because there's more there to damage. Either way, the cloth feels nice and I slump relatively comfortably into Dante's warm arms and Nero's gentle hands.

I try to speak but really, no words come out. I taste blood. They can't smell the blood in my mouth versus the blood soaking into my sheets. My fingers curl into the blanket underneath me. Nero had gotten-

Oh fuck.

Now I start to panic, truly, in full, because Nero had gotten my this blanket and it was my favourite and if I ruined it with my blood, I swear to god-

"Darling, shit, breathe, okay? I know…" Dante sighs, his blue eyes watering and glossy, before continuing, his hands curling against my tensed ones, "…I know you don't really process your nightmares or physical pain the way normal people do, so I know that isn't the problem. Talk to me, what's up?" His voice is comforting, though extremely pressed for an answer.

I clear my throat, once, twice. Swallow down my blood. Don't care much about that part.

"…I got blood on the blanket Nero gave me."

The room goes dead silent. Vergil storms over and drops down to the floor next to my bed with bruising force and I'm not shocked when I hear the floorboards crack underneath the weight of his fall.

My hand reaches to thread through his silver hair and I am shocked when he lets out a sob. He whines into my hands and Nero finally finishes cleaning off all my blood. As his twin lay dormant and sob-choked, Dante starts to bandage my body. The damage wasn't good by any means, but it could've been much worse.

I rake my fingers further through Vergil's hair in apology. He accepts it graciously; didn't blame me to begin with. I know this, but silently apologize nonetheless.

As Dante finishes wrapping my arms, Nero lifts me up (which much protest from his father) and drags the blanket from under me. I'm set back down as Dante lays on the bed and Nero goes downstairs to throw the blanket in the wash before my blood stains it. Luckily it seems to have caught all of my blood, so no new sheets. Just a guilty conscience and burning shoulders for me.

Dante pulls me into his chest, purposefully warming himself as best he could without DTing to soothe my wounds and I snuggle into his body heat. Vergil lays beside us both and nuzzles his face and body closer to our warmth as we comfort one another.

Soon, Nero walks back in as Vergil's tears slow and he too lays in bed, curled into the opposite side of Dante.

Together we all snuggle as Dante turns on a movie. None of us pay attention, of course. Can't seem to make ourselves and we don't really care, either. I half think idly that even Dante isn't sure what movie he put on.

Nero's wings pull a thick comforter over us and we're enveloped in each other's scents as we start to drift off.

We all hold each other.

A promise.

A promise to never leave, to always be there for one another, to take care of one another.

A reminder that there will never be anyone who could hurt any of the others in the room without coming face-to-face with some of the scariest, most vicious motherfuckers on the planet and dying by their hands.

A reminder that us Spardas stick together- even the ones rallied in not by water of the womb but blood of the covenant- and that no nightmares would be allowed without some ass-kicking in this place.

That was our promise.

My fingers reach up to curl protectively over my amulet, at match to Dante's and Vergil's and Nero's- swirling with gold and silver, blue and red. Three initials written delicately into its metal- DVN.

Dante. Vergil. Nero.

It was our promise and they'd never break it so long as they all lived.

I smile and hum contentedly as the three men drape their arms softly over me.

No nightmares could ever reach us- not as long as we were in each other's arms.

[paranormalsaga]

Nebulous (Chapter Four)

“Again.”

“I already told you everything I know,” Dayo said. He bowed his bruised head further, he was stripped naked and strapped to a chair in a dim, concrete cell. 

Indira glared down at him.

“I’ve said it a million times. We were driving away when we hit a checkpoint. The other guys tried to fight, I—I didn’t. Now I’m here.” 

“There’s something you’re not telling me.”

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and quietly laughed. Her Ujamaan was shit.  

Regardless, Indira knew she was close to the truth, it wouldn’t take much longer to break him. This could turn the tide in the Ujamaan War. She motioned to the Corinthian soldiers behind her and they rushed forward. 

“No, please! Wait! I’ve told you everything, I swear!”

The men blindfolded Dayo and surrounded him from all sides. He thrashed about in anticipation of their attacks, powerless to stop them. A hand slapped him hard across the face, a fist dug into his ribs, and boots stomped on his bare feet.

“Help! Please, stop—” he broke off into unintelligible noises filled with pain. 

Dayo was barely conscious by the time Indira told them to stop. 

“What aren’t you telling me?”

The only response was his rasping breaths. Waterboarding would be more effective, but she worried about causing too much brain damage in the process.

They undid his blindfold and shoved his wife into the cell shortly afterward. She kneeled to the ground, quietly sobbing at the sight of her husband, naked and beaten, surrounded by those responsible. She looked at the pain in his eyes, reaching out to him with her hand.

One of the soldiers aimed a pistol at her head. 

Both of Dayo’s eyes were swollen shut, but they widened as much as they could.

“I don’t think I need to explain what happens next if you don’t talk,” Indira said. 

“We were planning an attack on the Colossus base,” he said, his head sunk. 

Indira nodded. The Corinthians’ plan had worked even better than expected. They’d disseminated the schematics for a similar sort of attack, exposing their vulnerabilities so they’d suffer enough casualties to garner global sympathy without the actual risk of defeat. Yet the Black Brigades had grown even more ambitious than the Corinthian Security Force could have imagined. Attacking their biggest military base would be suicide for the Ujamaans.

Indira would have to redirect that ambition so things still went according to plan. She needed to prolong the Corinthians’ campaign, but this would end it altogether.

“When?” She snapped.

Dayo hesitated for a moment before the soldier pressed the gun to his wife’s temple.

“June 28th,” he relented. That gave her less than seven days.

Indira focused her stare back on Dayo, then turned it on his wife. She said something in English to the soldier with his gun drawn so the two of them wouldn’t understand.

The soldier bashed Dayo’s wife in the face with the butt of his gun. She crumpled to the floor, wailing and cradling her nose.

“Stop!” Dayo roared. “I’ve told you everything!”

The soldiers dragged her out of the cell.

Indira walked over, placing her hands on her knees so that her face was inches apart from Dayo’s.

“I know,” she said. “I just need you to know how much more painful things will be for her if you don’t do exactly as I say.”

By the time Indira finished explaining the plan, a frown spread across Dayo’s swollen face. 

“I don’t understand,” Dayo said. “Why do you want us to attack you?”

Indira stood up, looking down at him again.

“Success requires sacrifice.”

…

Dante dove for cover behind a heap of rubble. It wasn’t much, but it was the best way to hide from the sentry gun’s line of fire in the barren desert. He was fifty miles outside the city of Colossus. The sun scorched any exposed skin and he was drenched in sweat. He was unarmed, but not defenseless.

The firing paused and Dante dashed straight for the gun. Then it resumed before he could make it more than halfway there. 

.50 caliber bullets tore through his flesh. They didn’t tickle, but they didn’t stop him either. His wounds mended themselves almost as quickly as they were made. Soon the bullets couldn’t even penetrate his replenished exterior, his physiology adapted to the damage.

Dante wanted nothing more than to destroy the thing that brought him this much pain. He grit his teeth once he finally stood over the sentry gun. His first punch put a crater in its side. The next one shut the machine down altogether. He ripped it from its base and hurled it over a hundred feet. He roared with rage.

The tank shell hit him from behind before he even heard it. Dante was sprawled on the ground, disemboweled, and missing both his legs, but his healing factor went to work almost immediately. Even his reduced nociceptors couldn’t protect him from this amount of physical trauma. He got up and crawled through the sand to retrieve his missing limbs. Growing new ones would take too long. As he put himself back together, he could feel his body becoming harder, stronger, faster. 

He stood up and stared down the tank. The barrel fixated on his location and hit nothing but sand and rocks by the time it fired. It shot at Dante several more times, but he could see each one coming, dodging them effortlessly. He closed the gap between himself and the war machine in under a minute. When he reached it, he lifted the tank, straining slightly under its weight, and threw it back down so it landed on its head. He ripped through its underbelly, bending the fortified steel with his bare hands until he made sure the control panel was destroyed.

Indira paused the enhanced footage of Dante’s display.

“That, ladies and gentlemen, is the power of a Gladiator.” 

She waited for the applause to die down before she continued, swapping eye contact with different faces in the meeting room just as she’d rehearsed.

“Some of you may find Corinthia’s current resources sufficient. You may think that you have already won the war. But the fact is that you are not just fighting against Ujamma, you’re fighting the entire world.

“Even in America, there are protesters who haven’t stepped foot in Ujamaa sympathizing with the terrorists that threaten your country’s very existence.”

Indira knew this would get their attention, she wanted her words to fuel their fervor.

“Ujamaa belongs to the United Republic of Corinthia. Their people would still be in the Stone Ages if not for your contributions, but it’s clear many reject this. They don’t understand that Ujamaa wouldn’t exist without you. And why shouldn’t that be the case when social media misinforms them? People refer to your actions as ‘war crimes’ and those of the Ujamaans as an ‘uprising.’

“But the Gladiator Program will allow you to take back control of the narrative and end this war. The Black Brigades are savages, there is no disputing that. Yet every second you waste attempting to fight without suffering casualties only leads to the slaughter of innocents on both sides. If you had a Gladiator, there is nothing known to man that could protect these terrorists. The Gladiator Program would end your war in a matter of days.”

The room erupted into even more applause, Indira put on a modest smile as she mouthed her thanks. She opened up the floor for questions. 

Dante walked alongside Indira as she headed toward her car after the meeting, towering above her at over seven feet tall. He was an imposing mass of muscle in a military uniform that only Indira could command respect from. 

“It was a nice speech,” he said. “But none of it will matter if we don’t figure out how to fix the rate of decay.”

“Fixing the rate of decay isn’t your job,” she said. “It’s mine.”

“And if I decay before you do that?” 

“Then you’ll die a noble death, serving your country in the most honorable way. You knew the risks when you enlisted.”

“I know,” he said, nonplussed. “I just don’t want to die for nothing. Who knows if any of these Corinthians can match my kind of dedication.”

She stopped walking and turned to look up at him. Some cars driving by slowed to gawk at Dante’s hulking figure. 

“We’re going to figure it out,” she promised. “Besides, we have more immediate problems. The Black Brigades are about to make their biggest mistake, and I’m going to need your help handling the aftermath. Everyone will. I know you wouldn’t trade your power for a hundred more years. You are a god.”

Dante saluted and bid her goodnight.

As Indira continued walking to her vehicle, she marveled at Colossus’ nightlife. This truly was a beautiful city, it was a shame that so much of it would be reduced to rubble in a few days. 

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[mako-neexu]

my constant thoughts on dantes summarized:

why the fuck would you say that (in anguish, but i already know the reason)

why the fuck would you do that (in pain, but i already know the reason

please... just say 'i love you' to guda like a normal person...

please. shut up. don't do anything anymore for a couple of years. i havent processed all of what you did just yet.

[nightbirdbliss]

Blinks at you. Hands you the mic 🎙

Could you. Tell me about Ultrakill pretty please? I've been sorta interested in it since, like the beginnin of 2023, but I've never really learned about the lore n stuff. I've watched some gameplay, so I know the basics of like blue robot wipes out hell n stuff, but that's pretty much all I know.

Like, who is Mirage? What's V2 doin there? What in hell is goin on?? (Pun intended)

HELLLOOOO DUSTY!!! Thanks for asking me this, I will never shut up now. /silly

Buckle up, I'm ready to yap. Apologies if anything is inaccurate, this is just my understanding of it- (also it's heavily based off a video i'll link at the end) (Started writing at 9:45, finished at 12:26. Be afraid.)

OKAY so-! You play as V1 and.. well the game's tagline says enough about the gameplay and kinda the lore. (MANKIND IS DEAD. BLOOD IS FUEL. HELL IS FULL.) But the full lore is certainly something! (Now is the time to really brace yourself.)

Going into this, know that Ultrakill is kinda based off of Dante's Inferno. (I don't know a whole lot about it. I also use 'kinda' loosely.)

So God creates everything. He creates Heaven and Earth, and he also makes man. He gives mankind free will and well- Do I have to explain why He says free will is a flaw? He creates things without free will over and over, failing each time. (can i say womp womp?) Angrily, he makes Hell. He can't undo this, by the way. He's got flaws too. Anyway, God feels really bad for making Hell and just.. vanishes. He's not present in the game's time.

After God's disappearance, people (especially rulers) in Hell get ambitious. I mean, who's gonna stop them now? There's no God to do that. Lust has a renaissance that's led by King Minos, and an insurrection in Greed. I think around this time is when The Council slowly formed? The Council of Heaven is a group (idk how many people are in there lmao) of powerful and respected angels. They make sure punishment keeps happening in Hell. They also somehow control God's light??? No clue how that works. But I do know they can take it away from angels and that kills them. (yikes!)

(Gabriel kneels before many Council members.)

Okay about the Lust Renaissance. King Minos is the Judge of Hell and ruler of Lust. He has some sympathy for humans and rebuilds Lust into a sort of "paradise" by making it a giant city. (While spending his whole budget on bisexual lighting.. /j)

(Lust in 2-2, with The Corpse of King Minos in the background.)

The Council does NOT like this. They send Gabriel to end it, and King Minos does not fight him. King Minos really wanted Gabriel to see reason and have some sympathy for humans. Of course.. Gabriel doesn't. Souls in Lust are tortured again, with extra destruction this time due to King Minos' giant fucking husk. (see the giant husk in the background of above image) Due to his will, status, and power, whatever was left of Minos' soul began to form into a prime soul. (i'm getting P-1 flashbacks as i type this. JUDGEMENT!!) To keep it short, a prime soul is a soul powerful enough to exist without a husk. (Regular souls in Ultrakill need a husk.) The Council? They're shaking in their boots. So they put Minos' soul in the Flesh Prison. ..Then they put the Flesh Prison in his husk. Now Minos is aware of all the destruction his mindless (actually it's controlled by parasites or smth) husk is doing. Wow. They also appoint Gabriel as the new Judge of Hell! (yay?)

(Greed in 4-1.)

Now, in Greed is a different story. King Sisyphus did NOT care that people were suffering, and even took enjoyment in his own suffering. With the disappearance of God being felt all throughout Hell, Sisyphus took this as an opportunity to cause a war.. one that never left Greed, mind you. Dude knew he was doomed and wanted to attack Heaven- 😭 Gabriel was sent in, and he just cuts off Sisyphus' head. Easy peasy, right? *LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER* His soul starts becoming a prime one way faster than Minos'. But they didn't put Sisyphus in his husk. They put him in the Flesh Panopticon and took it all the way down (two layers lower) to Heresy.

Minos Prime and Sisyphus Prime are secret levels, only unlocked once you get P-Ranks (Perfect ranks) on every level.

Did I mention Hell is a like a giant, sentient organism? Yeah. It uses a thing called "Hell Energy" to spawn enemies on you and lock doors, power (SOME) machines.. just cause it's bored. Like God's light, I've got no clue how that works either. It tinkers with souls and demons too. (examples being soldiers, mannequins, schisms)

Also before the events of the game, there's this event called The Final War. It's this universe's version of WWI and it went on for 200 years. It kinda ended when humanity destroyed everything. This is where blood powered machines and literally every weapon used in-game come in. It starts with the Guttermen. They're designed to clear out trenches and they're.. less than ethical. They have a person in a coffin on their backs.. and that person is barely alive. They're the fuel source. (☹️)

This is where I mention that machines in Ultrakill are sentient. Yeah, that's uh. yeah. AHEM! Then comes the Guttertank. It's basically a better version of the Gutterman. Sentries were also made during the war, but I'm not saying anything else about them because I fucking HATE sentries. This arms race ended with The Earthmovers. Massive, powerful, solar-powered machines. They could crush entire cities under them. Simply, these machines were the war's magnum opus, and the beginning of mankind's downfall.

(Benjamin!)

See, this much destruction caused pollution to be everywhere. Earth was cast into what's referred to as the "Long Night". No sun, and the surface is uninhabitable now. Humanity is forced to live on the backs of Earthmovers. Ironic, huh? Living on the backs of what's destroying the planet. The Earthmovers have shields to protect themselves from others.. so it was safe for humans. The V-Models started to be made at this time. It's kind of assumed that V1 was made to destroy Earthmovers because of 7-4 existing. V1 also has cool experimental plating that can absorb blood. That's how you refuel in-game! The Earthmover V1 fights immediately targets V1 instead of the other Earthmover it was fighting. (Btw, earthmovers in hell are powered by Hell Energy.) V1's production was stopped by The Final War ending. The one we play as is the only V1 model. So, the giant solar powered machines are locked in stalemates with no sun.. I think you can guess what that means. They all power down. The war just... fizzles out.

And that starts The New Peace. Instead of using the blood fueled machines for war, new ones are made to help clean things up! Like Streetcleaners! Yay... (I HATE STREETCLEANERS.) Also made were Mindflayers, Drones, and V2. V2 is like V1's model but in a bulkier, more durable frame and no experimental plating. (Haha!) They were designed for peacekeeping but kinda failed because they're too expensive. Womp. There's only one V2. Anyway, humans are searching for a new energy source and--! They found Hell.

(The gates to Hell as seen in 0-5.)

Humans finding Hell's gates leads to what's called the Hell Expeditions. Not wanting to immediately go down themselves, they send machines in first. They also build a facility outside Hell which is like?? The prelude of the game?? Yeah. Anywho, machines have gotten far in Hell, so humans decide to head down and look for energy sources. Remember how I said Hell is sentient? Yeah, Hell started killing humans. Whoops! (Hell thinks it's entertaining.) It gets blurry here, but just know that sometime around here is where humanity goes extinct. Any machines left were forced to Hell to get fuel. (Blood!!!! wait i probably shouldn't be that excited about this)

(A terminal.)

Also placed during the Hell Expeditions were terminals. They're stuck in place, and have special items + info! But they're bored. They transfer items.. via radio? I dunno. Just go with it. They have nothing to do. They use a record that's uploaded to them to lure machines into interacting. (TBH, it lured me. I love the terminal music.) It's a simple trading system. Machines that are killing things record their adventures and the terminals give them points for style. That's the in-universe explanation for the style system, by the way. The terminals have some sort of social ranking based on which ones have the "best clips". There's more to the terminals but uh.. the game isn't finished, so neither is this bit of lore sadly.

NOW WE'RE AT THE MAIN GAME'S STORY!! WOOHOO! ONE ESSAY'S WORTH LATER! /HJ

So V1 goes to Hell looking to kill everything to get blood, and they're pretty good at it! Somewhere in Limbo, V2 catches up with V1 and wants to fight.. Can you guess how that goes? (V2 lost their arm while running away, oh no!)

(ive had to retype this next bit three times now, forgive me)

(BEHOLD! THE POWER OF AN ANGEL!)

So it turns out V1 is really good at killing everything in sight. They've even killed The Corpse of King Minos! This catches the attention of The Council, and they send Gabriel down. Gabriel tells V1 to turn back, but they don't listen. Gabriel is forced to fight V1, and the archangel loses. Enraged, Gabriel says that their fight is not over and vanishes. He reports his loss to The Council, and they aren't happy. They sever The Father's light from Gabriel, giving him 24 hours to kill V1. He's filled with hatred and now has it out for V1.

Meanwhile, V1 is Ultrakilling™️ everything in Greed. Eventually, V2 catches up with them.

(I believe you have something of mine. Something VERY important.)

They're now stronger and smarter, based off their last fight. They also have a new arm.. wonder how that one works! V1 beats V2 up until they decide that they're going to run. But V1 won't let her get away this time. They slide down the side of the pyramid together, and V1 defeats V2. (RECONSTRUCT WHAT?!) The peacetime successor stood no chance to its wartime predecessor. V1 takes the Whiplash and keeps going.

After getting through Wrath, V1 is in Heresy, where Gabriel is waiting for them. While here, Gabriel reveals that V1's endless quest for blood is making layers of Hell go extinct. Lust is gone. So is Limbo.. and Gluttony is on the brink. Of course, V1 keeps going. They reach Gabriel and hand his ass to him again. Gabriel teleports away again, needing time to think after having a battle he truly enjoyed.

Sitting by the fire, Gabriel realizes he can do things of his own will.. and that he's done terrible things while acting out The Council's will. He also realizes that God really is gone.. and that the Council is chasing after something that doesn't exist. He takes his last hours into his own hands with a drastic action. (no more images, sorry im at the mobile app's max for a post. i'll edit this to have more images on my pc later)

Gabriel kills the councilors one by one, until he's faced with the last one. They beg for forgiveness and to be spared. They tell Gabriel he will never reconnect with the light without them and surely die. Gabriel simply says, "I know," then severs the councilor's life with the sharp edge of his blade. He takes this councilor's head and displays it outside for the other angels to see. (That's all i got for in-game lore now. the game is still unfinished..)

Oh gosh, I forgot to mention who Mirage is! She's right in the ask.. idk how I missed that one. She's not real. She's in the secret level of Lust. Mirage is kinda.. uhhh??? A yapper. She's basically like: "whats the point of life if we're gonna die" until V1 is like "yeah we're gonna die but maybe leaving stuff behind is the point. leave behind something to be proud of" There's also a cool fanfic about her and V2. It made me cry.

Thanks for reading this, but also, thanks for asking! This was really fun to type! (EXCEPT FOR WHEN TUMBLR GOT RID OF A WHOLE FREAKIN PARAGRAPH.) Here's the video I based this around. (yeah) If only I could write this easily for literally anything else!

[art-blogge]

FGO/PM Mirror-World

Master Candidate number 48. The young man stood in the hallway of Chaldea, almost pouting, having been kicked out of orientation by the Ms. Director. He'd barely gotten to meet one of the other candidates before passing out, and he was being punished for it. That wasn't how things were supposed to go for his first day, but something about it also felt oddly right. The Flow, as he called it, called for him to go elsewhere. The other candidate- What was their name? Dante?- Had suggested he go lay down for a while with a sneer, so he may as well. He could always catch up on the orientation later.

He'd barely gotten to meet Doctor Garnet before alarms blared. Central Command had caught fire, and the Doctor had already run off. Then and there, the young candidate decided to go with him. The Flow be damned. People needed help!

There! In the rubble, Dante's body!

He tried his best to push it off of them, but it was no use. Their head was probably crushed, but they were still moving. As the computer continued to read off scripts, he grabbed Dante's hand. He could at least be there for them, even as everything went black.

--

He heard a clock in his ear, yet didn't. He heard words, but no voice.

<"Wake up! Do I use the official title?? Master Vergilius?? Wake up before I kill you!">

That woke him up quickly.

"What?"

Dante had a bright red clock for a head with flames completely dissimilar to the fires surrounding them. He forgot what they looked like before, but it wasn't that! The ticking was new, too.

<"Uhm. Sorry, I don't know where that came from!">

They rubbed their neck and turned their entire head to look at the ground. They hadn't been in combat garb earlier… Just lab gear. And were they being… Nicer than before?

<"Please work with me! We have threats coming in!">

--

According to Dante, they had fused with a Servant at the last moment, but they didn't recall much prior to that. In exchange for their memory, they'd been granted the power of a Servant. Servants needed a Master to survive, and they'd chosen him for their Master.

Him, a Master… A real, proper Master! The things he could change as a Master were countless, to say the least!

--

They survived, and he was the last Master alive. The fate of the City was on him, now. Him, and the rest of the staff. Doctor Garnet was promoted to Temporary Director, there being almost no one else alive. Despite his cowardice and inexperience, he had the makings of a good leader.

There was Caster Lapis, who he hadn't met before this point. She was brutally honest with him, and he liked that. She was now Second-in-Command, despite being a Servant.

And then there was Dante, who had been following him around like a lost puppy since they'd gotten back. There was nothing anyone was able to do about the memory loss- That'd been their own decision- But they seemed to retain faculties just fine despite the clock.

The Flow didn't stop. It would be followed until it ended.

----

"We're going to settle this now, Dragon Witch!" Ruler Faust cried.

"Shut up! Let's fight!" yelled Faust Alter, "Will despair win, or will hope win? Will murderous intent win, or will pity win? Let's see if you can surpass me, Me who gave up everything!"

Hope would win, of course. Vergilius was certain of that, and Dante resolutely stood by his side. They would win. The Flow continued on."

----

Are you going to stand in my way?" the opposition named Jia Huan calmly asked, staring Vergilius straight in the eyes.

"That's why we're here."

"I'll stand in your way as well," the still-living Hong Lu agreed, brandishing his spear. "The world is brimming with beauty. Flowers, songs, jade, love… And you'd destroy it all? Isn't that wasteful?"

Dante was still by his side, chained shield at the ready. They would win. The Flow continued on.

----

The enemy mage, the crazed Captain Ahab, had overwritten her last crewmate with the Identity of a Demon, and it now towered over them all with its hundreds of eyes on it's pallid body. Queequeg was no more, replaced with the monstrosity of the sea.

"If it can be hit, it can be defeated!," Captain Ishmael (Rider) declared, reloading her pistol. She could see it's heart, and she knew that it was her true target- Not the pathetic mage that summoned it.

"Come, Dante! This is our last battle together!"

She clapped her free hand on Dante's armored shoulder, a wide grin on her face.

"This is it! Be brave! Laugh those fears away! "

"Let's go, Dante!" Vergilius announced, pointing at their enemies.

<"Yes, Master! Commencing correction!">

They would win. The Flow continued on.

----

"Something is manifesting!" Dr. Garnet warned, "Something" is coming! It's an unknown phenomenon! Not a Servant manifestation! Unknown? No, it's actually more like a Rayshift? But that's impossible. Only we have that technology!"

Next to Vergilius, Dante shivered despite their coat.

<"Senpai, something's wrong here. I can't detect anything, but I'm freezing.">

Before them, the true enemy approached, wrapped in shadow. Vergil's companions of the Singularity all flinched away… And moments later, a branch had beheaded the nearest one.

Beside them, Saber Gregor cried out and threw himself at the manifestation that had named itself "Solomon". A single entity swatted him aside as easily as one would a fly.

"The only one that interests me here is the one with the clock," Solomon stated plainly. "Out of respect for your pure heart, I'll only bring four of them here with me. Show me everything you can do."

They wouldn't win, but they would survive. The Flow continued on.

----

"Let's get it started," the Effloresced man stated, his scythe at the ready.

"You don't intend to hand over the Bough, do you?" Assassin Yi Sang asked, already knowing the answer. His knife was already prepared for combat.

"Of course not. It's time to harvest the rewards I've rightfully earned. The past will be replaced."

Vergilius didn't need to be told that this was the final battle of the Singularity. Beside him, Dante stood as always.

<"Let's go, Vergil! Bring us victory again!">

They would win. The Flow continued on.

----

"I have this duty to stop you!" yelled out Heathcliff, brandishing the sword that would soon end his life. "As the Heathcliff that will end this accursed cycle! You won't take my Catherine from me, you fake deity twat!"

The opposing Catherine in white simply tilted her head as if she didn't understand. She didn't understand why Heathcliff had tears running down his face, or why she was being opposed. This was for everyone, wasn't it?

"Give me your final orders, Sir Vergilius! Let us end this. No one else should have to go through this."

Vergil looked at the ground briefly, then back to Heathcliff. Neither of them knew that Heathcliff would become a Servant after this by the will of the river deity, but this had to be done.

"If that's what you want to do, we're with you."

<"I'll do anything to help you, my Heathcliff!"> Dante chimed in, holding the burnt Holy Bough like a weapon, <"Our final enemy here is Ever'y Catherine! Let's finish correcting this mansion, Master!">

They would win. The Flow continued on.

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"From the fiery abyss, I come, and only death do I bring. My name is Ryoshu, and you will be part of my canvas."

"I can't believe this!," Dr. Garnet chimed in from communications, pushing Lapis off screen entirely, "It's able to be killed now! Now, now! Vergilius, now is the time!"

"We've found the weakness!" Lapis announced offscreen, "It's the head! That Abnormality's weak point is in it's head!

"And now that she knows that she is mortal, she is fleeing," Grand Caster Meursault added, the tiniest smile gracing his usually stone-cold face. "Now is the time. This is the last chance we get. The storm is closing in. We can speak later. Prepare to fight."

<"Of course, Sir! This is the final battle of the Seventh Singularity! This is for all our friends who believed in us, and for King Outis! Let's do whatever's necessary to defeat that ALEPH!">

"Of course!"

On the sidelines, Mistress Rodion had finally regained control over her icy underworld. She willingly gave full permission to fight for the first, and possibly last time. Humanity would survive this.

They would win. The Flow continued on.

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"Be careful, Vergilius! He's right in front of you!" crowed Lapis over the comms, panicked.

"I know," Vergilius responded, watching the false Solomon approach. "Solomon", true name Jumsoon, slowly strode up to him despite the failure of his lab, fully Distorted.

"We've both lost everything here," Vergilius plainly stated, holding Dante's shield at the ready. Garnet had sacrificed himself moments before to foil Hermann's plot, and Dante had been incinerated saving Vergilius' life. He barely had any reason to want to go on, but failing to would be a waste of the sacrifices.

"Everything here has been a waste, yes," Jumsoon agreed, his tail irritibly flicking about.

"I am all that remains here. There's nothing left but for one of us to be hung on the portrait wall, and the other to live. …My sworn enemy. My hatred. My destiny. I want you to witness this. This brief moment is now my story. This brief but precious time has given the creature called Jumsoon true life."

With all he wanted said, Jumsoon Effloresced.

--

Of course he won, and the Flow directed Vergilius to the Rayshift point. He wasn't going to make it-

<"Master, take my hand!!">

They both survived. They had won, and yet… The Flow did not stop.

--

Oh. OH.

--

With one success, a new threat emerged, wiping all progress and the City with it. The only survivors were "The Red-Gaze" Vergilius, Shielder Dante, and a few crew members. All Servants had been wiped away. Lapis had been killed in combat.

She'd predicted this and left a clone of herself to act in her stead, codenamed Charon. Charon's job was to drive New Chaldea's transportation- Named the Mephistopheles by Faust- to clear this new threat.

"This drags," Lancer Rodion complained from her seat, filing her axe.

<"HOW ARE YOU HERE?!"> Dante screamed, jumping so high that they nearly escaped their bandages.

"A bunch of us are," Rodion laughed, gesturing to the door at the back.

As Vergilius threw it open, a bunch of Servants they'd befriended poured out and ganged around him.

"Sir Vergilius! Tis fortunate to see you again!" yelled the Lancer Don Quixote of the second Sub-Singularity. She was so loud he couldn't hear anyone else.

<"You guys made it!!"> Dante cheerfully rang over her, and the Servants started to gang them instead.

Vergilius sighed in relief. Not everything was lost yet. It had come very close, but there was still some hope. They would win. The Flow continued on.

----

It was so, so hard. Millions of people killed just to restore the City they knew. The deaths were on Vergilius' hands. It didn't feel worth it to be a Grand Master with a title anymore. He never wanted this, but the Flow never stopped. He had to, they all had to Sin to get back the world they knew.

Next to him as always, Dante rested their head against his shoulder. They didn't need to speak. Vergilius knew what they were going to say. That they could do it. That everything would be right in the end.

Vergilius was so, so jaded compared to when he'd started, and yet… He knew they were right. It would end eventually. The Flow hadn't stopped, so they would win. They would survive, no matter what.

[icycoldninja]

*Tippy toes in a not-so-suspicious manner* “Hey god, it’s me again 🧍‍♂️👁️”

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Can you write the DMC men + Sephi with a reader who has long hair like the Victorian ladies back then?

She takes very good care of her hair like massaging her scalp to stimulate blood flow, washes her hair carefully, oiling the ends and occasionally trimming it, hair serums, etc

And the reason is that when she was young with her mother, she complimented how beautiful and lovely her hair must be when she gets older and how long it’ll be. That imprinted in her mind and in order to pay homage to her mother, who now had passed away tragically due to a devil-attacking incident, it’s also a way to remember her as sometimes when she looks into the mirror, she would always see her mom in herself mainly due to her long hair and how she looks almost like a carbon copy of her mother

But it can be a hassle, taking care of it due to how long it is and how much time to care for it. In some fights, her hair would get caught up in something or a demon trying to grip her hair, resulting in her almost getting caught several times no matter how much she tied her hair up

She knows she needs to cut it because it can be a life or death situation, but she’s also really reluctant because other than her hair, she doesn’t have anything that can physically remind her of her dead mom

Ok, please enjoy!

DMC boys + Sephiroth x Reader with very long hair headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante thinks your hair is very beautiful and has laid his grubby hands on it more than once, though he only did this without your permission one time.

-He doesn't really care how you maintain your hair because he is a dude who doesn't understand haircare, but he is interested in all the shiny tonics you have.

-He watched you perform your haircare routine once, and only managed to get through half of it. How anyone has the patience to do all that is beyond him.

-When he heard why you want to keep your hair so long, his heart really reached out to you. He missed his mom too, so he knows what that yearning feels like.

-He doesn't want you to feel like you have to cut your hair, but it's getting in the way of your missions, and if you don't find a way to keep it tied up and out of the way, it will put you at risk.

-He finally came up with a solution, and that solution was to tie your hair up with regular hair ties, then wrap it in nylon cord to keep it from coming undone. While it looks ugly, it's functional and doesn't really damage your hair.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil thought your extremely long hair was rather impractical, but said nothing.

-Your cabinet full of hair supplies was annoying, but Vergil kept his mouth shut.

-The mounds of hair you leave on the floor was absolutely infuriating, but Vergil kept these thoughts to himself.

-Your reasons for keeping your hair so long resonated within him, because he knew what it was like to miss your mother that badly. If he was born a girl, he would have done the same.

-He understood you were saddened about having to cut your hair, but if you didn't, you would be at risk during missions.

-He assured you that even if you cut your hair, you still looked a lot like your mother, and that you don't need hair to keep her memory alive. She was in your heart, and always would be.

-Besides, you didn't even get it cut that much, just up to your hips, so not much had changed.

□ Nero □

-Nero thought your hair was really nice, and really wanted to touch it.

-How you took care of it was a mystery, and while you did offer to show him, he declined since he wasn't really interested.

-You do make a mess; hair accumulates on nearly every surface, specifically the bed and couch.

-Being someone who never knew his mom, Nero understands why you are so adamant on retaining your hair.

-He didn't want you to cut it either, but this was a matter of practicality and safety. You should, or you risk getting injured because demons will use it as leverage.

-With a lot of help from Nico, Nero managed to get you a specially engineered hair tie that keeps your hair secure and free of damage while you fight. Hooray, now you don't need to cut it!

● V ●

-V thought your hair was very beautiful, silky smooth, and impossibly shiny.

-He wanted so badly to touch it, but knew better than to, because in doing so, he might make it dirty.

-Watched you perform your hair routine and was dazzled by the sheer amount of stuff you do with it, and how long it takes.

-He wanted to help you, but had no idea what he was doing and didn't want to ruin your hair, so he resigned himself to just watching.

-He knew you didn't want to cut your hair because you cherished the fact that you looked like your mother. He didn't want you to cut your hair either, he thought it was very beautiful.

-But perhaps you could compromise and just trim it to your waist? That way it would still be very long, but easier to manage.

♡ Sephiroth ♡

-Now, Sephiroth is different from the rest of these chumps.

-He understands haircare and takes it more seriously than young women on TikTok.

-He helps you through everything you need to do, even sharing some of his own tips.

-Visitors think you live with Bigfoot given the amount of hair littering your floors and other surfaces.

-Being a Momma's boy, Sephiroth knows that your memories of your mom are precious to you, so under no circumstances will he allow you to cut your hair.

-If he can manage, then so shall you. He will help you any way he can.

[fictionalreads]

Chicago P.D. Season 12 Episode 8

Dante

See what thinking with your dick gets you?

Ah shit Voight’s here.

LOL Dante shut up. They’ve all done some shady shit worse than sleeping with someone and lying about it. Well. Voight and Ruzek have. Kim helped you lie (side note-Is this the worst thing she’s done?), I can’t remember Kevin doing anything and Cook is new so…

He’s not lying this time Gloria. Somebody is coming to kill you.

I’m not usually a proponent of murder, but if she dies wouldn’t that solve at least some of your problems?

Torres I hate to say it but she might have a point. You are lost. Maybe not about being a cop like she’s alluding to but I get the feeling you are a bit lost in life.

I feel bad cause he clearly loved her.

Ruzek

I understand you’re upset but let’s not pretend you haven’t lied or done shady shit before. You literally were facing a murder charge at one point. Was about to go to prison even.

The case

Why they dumping phones?

Oh she pulled the buy.

What does she see in the van?

Are the rest empty?

Did she get shot?

Oh shit she did!

Miscellaneous

See? This is why I hate this stupid ass storyline.

Please don’t kill off Cook.

Where the hell is Trudy?

LMAO Voight ain’t perfect but he’s funny af. “What the hell do you think that’s gonna do? Save yourself? Punish yourself? That’s not gonna help.”

This Chief Reid guy gives me vibes. I don’t know how I feel about him.

Damn why they gotta fuck up Atwater’s car?

OOH WE GOT THE DETECTIVE INTRO FROM BURGESS

Damn Burgess. “I don’t think about you.”

What the hell does Reid want?

How the hell does he know?

I know people hate Voight and I get it the man ain’t perfect but damn I love how he knows some shit is up and just faces that shit like “and? What about it?”