#made this quickly on my kindle and messed up the apologize slightly but am too lazy to fix it 😄

[septembersghost]

[rose-stardew-imagines]

Hi, I don't know if it's allowed, I'm new asking for writings and I would like something related to Sebastian discovering that farmer suffers ̶E̶a̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶d̶i̶s̶o̶r̶d̶e̶r̶ and how he treats them. Maybe it's a touchy subject but i need some some support on it. I really like your writings. Hug 💕

Hello, this is absolutely allowed...though it will have a trigger warning obviously. Thank you for your compliment and I hope you get all the best, if you need anyone to talk to I am here...I know what it's like to go through that sort of thing 💜. I chose to have the reader be a female who suffers with Anorexia since that is the one I know the most about and this isn't the subject I want to be getting things wrong about, hope that's okay!

Sebastian x Reader who suffers with a Eating Disorder

TW:Eating Disorder, Weight Loss, Body Image problems, Weight Gain

It had been almost a year of this 'habit' you had acquired. You had started to truly dislike who you had seen in the mirror, your body wasn't as perfect as you had wished. Even though you had spent days working hard on the farm, you had still seen too many curves, too much skin and fat. It disgusted you.

You were determined to lose weight, so you had begun to skip meals. No breakfast one morning, no dinner and lunch the next. It had made you sick, but you saw it as progress...a good thing. So you ignored it. The outdoor heat made you feel dizzy almost instantly, the daily work of the farm was grueling. You had to sleep more, skipping saloon nights and game nights with Sebastian, Sam and Abby.

Your friends had begun to notice as the months drew on. You looked frail, sunken in cheeks and shaky hands. When they would bring snacks, or order pizza from Gus, you always declined. A faltering smile and a hurried response of you 'eating earlier' in the day. Sam and Abigail seemed convinced, though Sebastian had his doubts.

The final straw was in late summer, the sun was scorching down onto you and you were exhausted, having to use your hoe as a cane as you worked on the farm. Strong dizziness washing over you whenever you turned your head too quick or moved too fast. This happened so often, yet you never stopped, you didn't want to give up your goal of achieving the "beauty" you so desperately craved. Once you were thin enough, you would stop. You always said that, yet your goal kept raising and raising, you could never reach it.

"Y/N?" You head snapped towards the sound, gripping onto your tool and blinking the stars away. Sebastian stood in the gateway of the crop field, his purple hair pulled back behind his neck and his usual hoodie tied around his waist. "You alright? You weren't answering your phone." He asked, brow furrowing as he looked over you. You nodded shakily, feeling as if your knees would give out below you.

"Yeah, sorry. Just been working all morning and haven't had my phone on me." You apologized, running your free hand through your hair. "What's up Bas?" Sebastian hummed, diving his hands into his pockets, keeping his eyes locked on you.

"Abby and Sam wanted to go hang out at the beach tonight. Just wanted to see if you wanted to join." Sebastian bit the inside of his cheek, looking away briefly. "Abigail and Sam are planning on swimming, I'm just going to hang out though." Your heart sank to your stomach. You rushed to figure out some sort of excuse, anything to get you out of going, having them see you in a bathing suit.

"Uhh," You stuttered, wringing your hands together. "I...don't think I can. I am going to be busy most of the day with this," you vaguely gestured to the fields around you. "Autumn is starting soon, lots of new seeds to plant." You explained quickly, hoping he somehow wouldn't notice that you were almost done clearing the fields.

"I can help if you want." Sebastian hummed, "I don't have much work to do today anyway." He held his hand out for the hoe stuck against your side. "You can go take a break for a bit." A tiny smile found its way on his face. You chuckled, gripping the tool tighter in your hands.

"Didn't know you were good with farm work Seb." You teased, smiling. You hesitantly handed the hoe over to Sebastian. "Thank you." He nodded with a small smile, walking off. You dug your heels into the dirt, trying to keep yourself stable as you slowly walked over to your front porch, sitting on the steps and watching Seb as he cleared the fields.

It had taken him about an hour to clear the fields, you had run into the house a few times to bring him water, and to let your dog come out and say hello. The sky was painted with red hues, cool breeze sweeping through the trees.

"We should probably go soon," Sebastian mumbled, leaning back against your porch railing, hair pulled back from his tired face. "Sam and Abby are probably there by now." You nodded, quickly pulling yourself up. The motion caused to spin, stars flashing before your eyes as your knees lost their strength. You heard a low buzzing, a figure moving in the corner of your eye as your knees gave out, and the last thing you felt was a set of arms grabbing you.

You slowly blinked your eyes open, bright flourescent lights burning through your eyelids. You hissed, pushing yourself up to scan your surroundings. You were in Harvey's clinic, numerous machines and monitors beeping around you. Sebastian was sat next to your bed, leaning down and resting his head on the space by your leg. His hair was a mess, and his breathing was deep and slow, his face turned towards you. How long had he been here?

You hesitantly ran your shaky fingers through his purple hair, loosening the knots and messy spots. His eyes fluttered, and he sighed, turning his head and slowly sitting up. You quickly pulled your hand back, occupying it with the many blankets laid over you.

"Y/N?" He mumbled groggily, rubbing the heel of his palm over his eyes and looking up at you. His features brightened up slightly. "Your awake, I'm glad." He smiled, scooting his chair closer to the bed. "How are you feeling?" You shrugged, tightening your grip on the sheets.

"Fine...tired. What happened?" He swallowed hard, clearing his throat and glancing towards the door.

"You passed out. You wouldn't wake up so I ran you to Harvey's." His brow furrowed, "He said it was cause of malnutrition. How long have you been doing this? He said it must have been weeks since you ate properly." His dark eyes burned through you. The air felt caught in your throat as you fumbled for words. Desperate for anything to say that would calm him down.

"It hasn't been that long, I swear. I've just been busy these past days and forgotten-"

"Bullshit." You froze, looking up at him quickly. "That's bullshit and we both know it. You have been here passed out for days, Harvey didn't think you would come out of it okay and you try and lie to me?" He hissed, his now shaky hands darting into his pockets. "Tell me the truth, Y/N." Your heart sank to your stomach, your gaze drifting down to your lap. Hot tears pricked your eyes, sending large drops onto the bed.

"A couple of months...." You whispered, his hissed in a breath through his teeth. "I didn't....I-" You quickly wiped your eyes, anxiously running your fingers through your hair. "I'm sorry...Seb." He shook his head quickly, scooting his chair closer to you, nervously taking his hands out of his pockets to have them open on the bed. A silent offer.

"You don't have to apologize to me...just...you don't have to do this to yourself." You looked up and stared at his pale hands, slowly reaching out and placing your hand in his, your fingertips brushing over his many calluses.

"Yes I do, I-" His grip on your hand tightened.

"No. You don't have to starve yourself like that, Y/N." He slowly rubbed his thumb across the back of your hand, his gaze softened, a warm kindness kindling in his dark eyes. "You are perfect, please...don't do this to yourself. You aren't alone....I've got you." You bit the inside of your cheek.

"You don't have to...I'll be fine.."

"I want to." Hot tears brimmed your eyes again.

"Thank you..."

After you got out of Harvey's care, Sebastian stuck with you pretty often, inviting you to his place and texting you daily. You two would text till one of you fell asleep, he would listen to your every worry, bring you out of your darkest moments. He would always be there to support you, and you couldn't be more grateful. He didn't ever plan on leaving you, and you didn't ever want him to.

I know this wasn't my best work...this was really hard to write, but I hope you all like it. Apologies it took so long...I wanted it to be as perfect as I could make it... ~Rose💜

[livayl]

I would love to read more about Amaziah awkwardly taking care of a sick Mayra. That sounds adorable

That´s a great idea, thank you a lot for your request - It´s making me really happy to know that someone likes my characters and wants to see content for them

This fic can stand on it´s own but I might write a part 2 once I´m feeling better. We´ll see. :)It is set a few days after their last story where Marya treated Amaziahs illness (and apparently now caught it herself).

Warning for lightly described mess (it´s a more than just mentioned but not overly graphic) 

Hope you´ll like it. :3

Marya had woken long before day break had bathed their shared bedroom in hazy bronze golden light. Unable to fall back to sleep because of a completely clogged nose and rhythmic pounding that had started in her swollen sinuses and now drummed through her whole head. It was a steadily recurring pang that had soon managed to resound through her whole body. She felt uncomfortably heated and would have tried cooling herself off if not for the still sleeping Archmage tightly curled around her, snoring softly into Maryas ear. 

Now, with unnervingly warming rays of morning sun stroking her front and the cuddling Mage hugging her back Marya felt even worse as she squinted against the bright intruder. It made her efforts to stay quiet a lot harder as it teased and tickled her already oversensitive senses. She crinkled her freckled, rosy tinted nose and lightly rubbed it against the firm, cloth veiled arm her head was bedded on. Unfortunately the cool touch of the silken fabric did not soothe but aggravate the lingering tickle. The sudden contrast too much to handle on her fever flushed skin.It evoked an abrupt and unusual strong reaction that could not be fully contained despite best intentions.“Ah~PTSCHiih!- IZSCH-uh!- TDSCHih!-hah-ndxt!-kxdt-uh!”Behind her Amaziah stirred at the repeated motion and rushed noise that had been richly accompanied by thick clouds of spray that quickly soaked through her fine nightgown. “Ugh…Anvael ci na´eve…” She replied sleepily, her arm still prickling with goosebumps under the heavily wetted fabric. The Archmages irritated frown seemed almost palpable. “Sorry I-” Marya´s voice came out shockingly rough and dissolved into a hoarse series of raspy coughs mid sentence. They managed to wake up Amaziah fully. “Love?” She asked, immediately alarmed.  When the only reply was more coughing that sounded increasingly breathless Amaziah hastily pulled Marya into an upright sitting position and clumsily patted her back. Despite being done with pure and good intentions the actions were performed a bit too fiercely: The sudden change of position made the room spin nauseatingly around Maryas tearing eyes as she winced at the well meant but too harshly conducted back rubs.  At least the slight ache and wave of dizziness seemed to have successfully frightened the coughs away.   

 "Ouch… I didn’t mean to sneeze on you, I´m sorry.“ Marya finished groggily. “Don´t worry I- uh- don´t mind. Does your chest hurt?” “… Not… Only my chest…” Marya rubbed her eyes dry and blinked to get Amaziahs pale face into focus. The Archmages amethyst eyes were glowing wide awake despite being permanently surrounded by shades of lilac-grayish exhaustion. Almost radiating with that worry frighteningly close to a fully fledged anxiety that seemed to lurk around her way too much lately. This nasty thing which relentlessly shadowed those once vibrant violet depths, deepened the lines in this beloved face and streaked the previously deep black hair prematurely.“Hey… There´s no need to look at me like that.” Marya said sternly and used her fingertips to smooth out the distressed furrows between the Archmages brows. Amaziahs lashes fluttered in pleasure at the touch but her forehead crinkled even more.She took the Alchemists small hands into hers, gently felt and kissed the rosy palms before muttering:  "You are way too warm…“ Marya shivered at the cool breath that tickled and stroked her skin which each word. “You have a fever!” The mage then ascertained.  “You can´t tell body temperature solely from a persons hands. If so you´d be a frozen block of ice.” Marya could not help but chuckle even when the low hum itched her nose and throat simultaneously. She immediately stopped doing so as two pallid palms suddenly cupped her face, slightly squishing her rounded cheeks and plush lips with the motion. A grip that may have been a tad bit too firm and solid to be felt as caressing. Worry fueling it with more steel than intended. “I´m a person and not a sword-” The Alchemist started to complain when cool thumbs began to draw lazy, very soft circles on her face and slender fingers traced her skin. “Apologies, I did not mean to be rough… But you feel too hot here as well.”Marya painfully swallowed down the again rising need to cough when astoundingly soft lips kissed her forehead and loosened silver veined strands tickled her cheekbones. The light tingle did not feel unpleasant but threatened to spread and kindle an itch somewhere else.“Oh Love I´m so sorry that I made you ill.” The Archmage whispered against Maryas skin, lips moving delicately above her brow bow and raven hair swaying teasingly with the motion. Amaziahs hands now softly stroked the Alchemists neck and massaged the sensitive spots behind her ears while comforting, soothing kisses managed to warm Marya even more. She softly sniffled against a feathery irritation that simultaneously blossomed deep in her sinuses. Her Love was so pleasantly close to her while the younger elf felt growing close to repeat this mornings rather unpleasant intimacy. “To beheeh fair….” Maryas voice quavered as a wayward streak continued to curl around her round nose and teased the soft tip, fluttering into her openly pulsating nostril with every hitch. She pressed a stalling finger against her sensitive septum,  wanted to revel in the rare but familiar caring touch. Her upper lip twitched and crinkled beneath her hand. “I- I could have been- mohh-re careful.. Hhoh-hold on-I heh-haveto-” Sensing that the rapidly growing sensation could not be delayed any longer she hastily pushed against Amaziahs protruding collar bone to enforce an unwanted distance while her free hand cupped around her twitching nose and shaking mouth. “Oh- going to sneeze?” The Archmage asked softly while backing off. Marya nodded breathlessly, face openly scrunched up as she gasped and her lashes fluttered, eyes already closed in anticipation:“Ye-hheh-yes-HEH-IZSSCHiew! -IZSSCHuh!-PTSCHIuh! -apTSSCH!- huh-hah-TSCHHiew!” The sneezes came in rapid, uncharacteristically forceful yet breathy succession and were hardly contained by the protective shield of her small hand. Unable to keep her eyes open long enough Marya could still feel them bursting uncomfortably hot against her own skin. When the fit finally abated she cringed at the dripping mess revealed by her still tear veiled gaze. Sniffing thickly Marya blushed and used her other hand to obscure the Mages view on it as best as possible while avoiding her gaze. “Uh- ugh snff please don´t look….snnnf could you- oh” Her eyes shot upward with surprise as she felt a soft, cloth veiled hand touch her own. “Gesundheit…” Amaziahs tongue slightly stumbled over the foreign word as she tucked Maryas lusciously tousled copper hair back behind one pointed ear. The black handkerchief exchanged hands and the Archmage turned politely to give Marya the privacy for a much needed crackling nose blow and following clean up. 

“I´m still rather… Unfamiliar with protection or… Caring. Properly.” Amaziah began hesitantly once the repeated cleansing sounds subsided.  “But I want to do my best to take care of you. Even if I don´t seem to be too good at it.” The unusual shy and hushed statement managed to sweep away any lingering embarrassment and made Marya blush for a different kind of reason. “Well…” She had to interrupt herself with a few light coughs securely caught in the handkerchief this time. “You are much better at it now.” “Am I?” The Archmages thin lips twisted upwards with wry amusement.“Yes… I mean… Do you remember almost setting me on fire from the inside out when you tried to warm me?”  “…Vaguely.” The growing smile now revealed a shimmer of straight, white teeth and decorated the corner of her eyes with new webs of non permanent wrinkles. The good ones this time.Marya could not help but to relent the urge to nuzzle closer, cuddling tightly to Amaziah and felt relieved when the taller elf returned the fondness with a protective hug. Not repelled by the constant sniffles she could not stop or the hoarse coughs that kept scraping her throat, just gently stroking her damp night-dress and chuckling:“I might need some helpful advice for the helping.”

[thetoffeefox]

Hi! Can I request Vergil/ S.O drabbles for 61 & 88. Smut it up as much as you like! 🖤🖤

Oh, my goodness anon I have to apologize for how long this took! The first prompt was easy to write because lord do I love smutting up things but when I got to prompt 88. I just had such a hard time writing it! I was not satisfied with how it was turning out and kept on re-writing it! In fact, I am in some ways not satisfied with the final piece. (Mainly because I got carried away “slightly”. Again) So I hope you love the final results and thank you for being patient!!

WARNING: 21+ content (Mentions of alcohol and depictions of sex)

Prompt 66. “They didn’t just find out. They already knew.” Vergil X Reader

      A pit of nervousness and excitement bloom in your abdomen as you feel Vergil’s searing gaze on you as his hand slid up under your dress and in between your legs squeezing the inside of your thigh. You were behind the bar with him. Everyone was on the main floor of the shop celebrating New Year’s Eve. It wasn’t even 10 pm and everyone aside from Kyrie and Nico were absolutely sloshed. You knew Lady most likely would be the first to pass out. She had a hell of a tolerance but it wasn’t like Nero’s, Trish’s and Dante’s. You bite your lip watching the others as Vergil’s finger move your soaked panties to the side to boldly slide two fingers up into your core. It makes you jolt up from leaning on the bar and knock over the bottle of whiskey that was on the bar. Quickly you set it back up and laugh.

“Yknow….kid that’s alcohol abuse,” Dante mutters taking a swig from the full bottle in his hands.

“I know, don’t have to tell me.” You choke out but cough trying to bite back the moan threatening to leave you.

Vergil’s fingers twist inside of you just lightly grazing your sweet spot causing you to clench your hands into fists and stare down at the page of a magazine you had in front of you. You had to say it was impressive to see him not even look at you, his nose buried in a book while he continued his ministrations. You scan the room looking at each person currently in their own little pod of people doing their own thing as he pumped his fingers in and out of your cunt that was getting wetter at each thrust of his fingers. Nero, Kyrie, and Nico were playing cards. While Lady and Morrison were conversing on the couch. Dante and Trish were at his desk, sharing stories and reminiscing about the old days when they first started hunting together. There was something thrilling about both you and Vergil purposefully putting yourselves in the position of getting caught by the others...Putting yourselves in the position to get caught by Nero and Kyrie. You had known both of them since you were children. Credo had introduced you to the two one day after mass. When Credo was alive you two were inseparable. Your habit for getting into trouble though also drew Nero in and you two would pull off many horrible pranks and actions when given the chance. Even though you were older than him Nero seemed to take on a roll of a brother. The thought of Nero catching you with his father set off so many things in you. Vergil’s thumb brushes over your clit as he continues to pump his digits in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. You curl your lips in and grip the counter of the bar tightly as you tense every muscle in your body. Your thighs spasm from the sheer amount of will it takes to not moan or cry out. It wants to come out, god you want to belt it out, but as some kind of god sent Nero makes his way to the bar. The sudden loss of contact makes you sigh lightly in disappointment. You knew though you wouldn’t have been able to keep quiet much longer. Once up there he stops looking you over.

“You, uh...Ok? You don’t look too hot.” He asks pressing his hand against your forehead.

“It’s stuffy in here is all, probably from the booze.” You fire off quickly taking a swig from the open bottle next to you.

“Yeah…” Nero states his eyes going from you to Vergil and back to you. Did he….know?

“I’m probably going to head to bed.” You state closing the magazine.

Most of everyone makes complaints and grumbles calling you an old lady for going to bed so early, but you couldn’t help it. You were thoroughly frustrated, and it was the only way you could hint to Vergil that you wanted more than just what his nimble skilled fingers could provide. The loud music that was blaring from the Jukebox could easily mask the loud delicious noises you would make. Vergil did his best to space out the time in between you going upstairs and he, but your arousal was still on his fingers and it smelled tantalizing. Then again, if he tried hard enough he could smell you from all the way upstairs. He could hear your ragged breaths as you pleasured yourself. Hear you whimpering his name as you pretended your fingers were his.  He told you he would punish you should you dare pleasure yourself if he was available to do it for you. He tried to hide the frustration on his face but given that there were two other demons, male demons that could fully sense what he was it wasn’t hard to figure out what was going on. As both uncle and nephew looked at each other knowingly in a discrete manner Vergil concluded he really didn’t care that they found out what was going on between him and you. What he and you didn’t know was they didn’t just find out. They already knew.

Prompt 88.” After everything...Id still choose you.” Vergil X Reader

        You look at the mess that is Devil May Cry. Again. Both men had been fighting again. It had been going on for the past two weeks since Vergil started coming back. It had been years since you last saw the two brothers. You had spoken to Dante on and off throughout the years but never maintained constant contact not until a couple of months before the Qliphoth incident. The reason for it was no matter how hard you tried you secretly blamed him for how things with down with Vergil. Even when you two seemed to kindle something deeper than what you had as teenagers. You had blamed him for Vergil staying in hell and being manipulated and used by Mundus which had lead to Dante killing him. When Dante had come home from Mallet island with his head was held down in shame. It struck you as odd but the moment you noticed an all too familiar red amulet adorned in silver around his neck you felt something in you snap. The truth was in his eyes; you knew already what happened you could feel it in your bones. That night you swore, cursed, hissed, kicked, and punched the Legendary Devil Hunter as he held you against him to comfort you and push away the overwhelming despair that was trying to claim you. After that, you refused to try to be near him. You refused to acknowledge that you had ever known Dante and Vergil, the Sons of Sparda and Eva. Crafting a life for yourself that was as normal as it could be. The sound of fighting made you look at the floor beneath you. They were in the basement? Roars and growls echoed below you before the breaking of the floorboards merely 5 ft in front of you caused you to fall back on your ass with a yelp. A flash of blue and then red coming from the hole made in the floor. It was hard for your eyes to keep up with them but you realized both men were Devil Triggered to their strongest forms. They hadn’t fought to this extent since before they went to hell. Both men were flinging each other around the shop ripping at each other in such a primal manner you were thinking they finally lost it. Until a splinter of wood whizzed by you making you duck and cry out in fear. Your cries seemed to snap both men out of their rage-filled state. Instantly both men regressed to their human forms looking at you in concern. They go over to you and instantly both give each other the glare of a lifetime.

“I think you have done enough.” Dante hissed referring to the large hunk of wood that nearly impaled you that was sticking out of the floor.

You watch Vergil and note the very light flicker of emotions in his eyes. Guilt and shame. He glares at Dante wanting to make a retort wanting to bite back at him but he can’t, not after what had just happened. He swiftly turns and walks back up the steps and moments later you hear the door to his room slam. Instantly you turn and glare at Dante who huffs and runs a hand through his hair.

“What the hell was that?” You growl out.

“We had a disagreement…” He states.

“A disagreement? A disagreement caused THIS?!” You yell jumping up. “Over what!? What could you two possibly be disagreeing over that would cause this?!”

“….You.” Dante states looking you dead in the eyes.

Your eyes go wide, as it hits you all at once. The past two weeks the two of them haven’t been just fighting. You realized the past two weeks both men have been vying for your attention. Both men have been going out of their way to woo and court you. You could see guilt in Dante’s eyes as he scans the entire shop taking in the damage and blood littering the floor. His eyes meet yours for a second and they turn away. The high of anger and battle was quickly leaving Dante and you could tell that he was not happy with what had transpired. So much so you dared to ask “Did...you...start this?” He looks away running his hand through his hair before you can even finish the question. A very pronounced frown comes to your face. You’ve always known the younger Sparda brother took a fancy to you as kids but you never thought it would go this far. The thought of both men FIGHTING over you was something that made you physically ill. You became even iller when you knew that Dante knew how you felt about him, and especially how you felt about Vergil. “I know...I fucked up...but he...I thought I had a chance...Yknow.” He states walking over to the front of his desk picking up the picture of his mother that somehow survived the onslaught of damage and chaos. You felt a pang in your chest realizing what he was about to say. “Considering how well we were doing before he came back.” Did he always feel this way about you? Did he not make any moves because he knew as long as his brother lived there wasn’t a snowball in hells chance he could have you? The pang you felt turns into a pit of guilt wondering that maybe if you hadn’t been so casual and platonic in some of your affections towards the man before you would he have been spared at least a bit of heartbreak. Biting your lip you look around unsure of what to say or even do. You had to say something anything that could somehow provide him comfort or ease the suffering you were causing by no fault of your own.

“Dante…I.” You go to speak but he holds up a hand.

“It’s fine, I know.” A smile tugs at his lips but it doesn’t quite meet his eyes. “Go to him...I said some shit things to him while you were gone…”

“Then you should apologize.” You stated knowing that never would he do such a thing and not even Vergil himself would utter those words to him.

Dante scoffs and waves you off, before going to the debris littering the shop. He would clear it out, distract himself and keep his mind busy. You sigh and start up the steps wordlessly realizing there is nothing you can say to make it easier on him. The only thing there was, was time. Time was something that could only make it better. Make it manageable. You feel nervousness swell up inside of you as you stand in front of Vergil’s bedroom. What if he doesn’t want to talk to you AGAIN? Knocking on the door softly you stand there waiting. Hoping that he will open the door but you hear nothing. “Vergil...please...open the door.” Pressing your head against the door you sigh. Why is he pushing you away? That thought makes tears come to your eyes as you knock on the door again. “Stop pushing me away. I know why you and Dante were fighting and I want to talk.” Your tone is hard and full of determination despite your trembling lower lip and the sob in the back of your throat. Don’t give up, you tell yourself. If you have to camp out here in front of his door to get him to open up, don’t give up. You growl jiggling the doorknob that was locked. It’s always been locked since he came back. “We need to talk damn it! So whatever Dante said to you put it the fuck on hold and open up!” You wait hoping to show your aggressiveness would make him submit. You should know better the defining quality of a descendant of Sparda seems to be stubborness and both men including Nero seemed to have an endless amount of it. That thought alone makes you want to give up but you hear the lock on the door making you jump back as he opens it. Your eyes meet his and all you can do is look up at him with hope. He opens his mouth about ready to say something but closes it with a sigh before stepping to the side. Slowly you make your way into his room looking around. Well looks like you’re sitting on his bed. You do so and look at him again with a determination that is unwavering.

“Please stop fighting. I know that’s a hard thing for you two but please? Don’t make me get Nero.” You state.

“That would be inconvenient for him,” Vergil replies staying on the other side of the room.  

“Why the hell fight over me? When it seems like you don’t even want to be near me yet alone look at me.” You blurt out changing the subject instantly.

You watch as shock quickly flashes over his face and you yourself find what just came out of you to be abnormal but you know why. The feelings of confusion, anger, and sadness ever since he came back and started to push you away was something that had been building up in you like a balloon and you just couldn’t take it anymore. That balloon in your chest just couldn’t take it. Tears pour down your face and you choke back a sob. Your shoulders shaking as Vergil looks at you with a mixture of emotions you can’t identify.

“You don’t want Dante?” He asks, his tone being something almost akin to disappointment. Why?

“No asshole,” You sob your grip on his sheets tight.

“He’s a better choice.” A statement that makes your eyes go wide as you look up at him in shock.

Dante. He just said he thought Dante would be a better fit for you? When since knowing these two men has either of them stated one was better at something than the other or more suitable than the other. You pick your brain for a moment and determine that never had they uttered such a thing. Biting your lip and wiping the tears off your face you take Vergil in again and it is then that you notice for the first time in your life. That the man you have always loved looked broken. He looked so broken and wore down that you don’t know how you didn’t see it before. His posture wasn’t that of confidence and elegance, it was slumped into something that was saying he had the world on his shoulders and he was tired. “Fuck what you think is better for me. Stop trying to make my choices for me. I….I want you. It’s always been you.” You choke out the last sentence fear building up in you. Fear of rejection. “You would still have me?” A true question that further reveals just how...broken he feels. “Vergil, after everything… I’d still choose you. It will always be you.” You whisper slowly making your way over to him. He grits his teeth looking away from you. A realization that every time he has done so in the past since he has been back was out of shame that is reflecting in his eyes. He couldn’t hide it anymore, the feelings of guilt and shame when it came to you. You always choose him and always stuck by his side. You loved him unconditionally. How you could do so after the hell he put you through was beyond his imagination. He wondered how you reacted when you learned that Nero was his son. His son he conceived with another woman. How you could accept such a thing and still love him? It was something that even if he asked he wouldn’t get an explanation because it was something that was unexplainable to you. He lets out a huff of amusement before pulling you into him. It was the first time in a long time that he held you. It made butterflies settle in your stomach as tears prick your eyes. “I must be a very foolish man.” He mutters before brushing his lips over your forehead. A blush spreads over your cheeks before you wrap your arms around him. For the first time since he was a child, Vergil feels peace, and all it took was being in your arms.

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Chapter Three: Secret Memories

Traveling cross country was not fun to say the least. The group of four had left Haven two days ago as they traveled southeast towards the Hinterlands. The Hinterlands, which was the area where most of the conflict between mages and Templars was being fought, was about a week away from Haven if on horseback. A week and a half if you walked. So naturally they walked. When Max suggested they ride, Varric suggested he ride a foot up his behind. So the matter was settled: they walked. They would walk for a couple hours then take a ten minute break then continue. They hiked from dawn till a little before dusk. Doing so, they made good time. It was hard slow work but they made do. During their travels they would often chat together. Varric and Max would joke around with each other while Solas led the way, Cassandra close behind him. The two rogues in the group found it amusing to pester her as they walked. They teased her endlessly but never past the point of it being irksome. Max wasn't used to trudging through the dirt all day so he often lagged behind the others. Varric was in his element obviously due to his years with Hawke and Solas was light on his feet despite the large pack he had on his back. And Cassandra didn't even break a sweat as they hiked even with all that armor on. The woman was like a well muscled machine, never stopping for a test or breaking out a sweat. Quite frankly, it was incredible how she could go on and on for what seemed like forever. And that alone was worthy of praise. But Max was Max so it didn't sound like high praise when he voiced his thoughts to her as they walked through a grassy plain around the evening. She scowled at him. "I'm like a what?" She asked angrily. He heard Varric chuckling quietly to himself behind them. Max had told Cassandra that he admired how she was like a bronto: dedicated to the task given to her and strong enough to finish the task. But she had apparently taken it as an insult. Though why, Max was not sure. "You know? Like a bronto? Big and strong and..." He slowly trailed away as she she looked at him with a dangerous light in her eyes. He coughed nervously. "You do realize you just called the Seeker 'fat', right?" Varric said. Max's mouth turned into an 'o' shape as what he said sunk in. He went to put his hand on her shoulder and apologize but she shrugged it off and quickened her pace until she was out in front. Solas smiled. "It seems you have offended Lady Cassandra." "Looks that way." Varric said cheerfully. "I'm just glad she has someone else to hate besides me now." "She doesn't hate me. She barely knows me well enough to have an opinion." Max said. Varric smiled at him. "Trust me. She doesn't need an opinion to hate you. The Seeker just hates everybody. So don't go putting on airs, okay?" "No promises." The four hiked for another mile or so before making camp. Solas prepared a meal while Varric set up sleeping quarters. He put Cassandra's bedroll a ways away from the others: one out of respect for her privacy and two for a joke. Meanwhile Max and the Seeker went to gather firewood in the surrounding trees. As they walked, Max tried to make amends with her for earlier. She reached down to pick up a nice bundle of kindling, content to just do the job in silence, when he suddenly spoke up. "Forgive me." She looked up, startled. "What?" He looked at her, his usual humorous sometimes cocky smile gone. In its place was a grim serious look. He repeated himself. "Forgive you for what?" She asked him. "For offending you earlier today. I didn't mean to cause offense and I no intention to. I spoke without thinking and I am sorry." He sounded so sincere and so upset he had offended her, it actually surprised her. He was genuinely sorry that he had potentially hurt her feelings and that came as a great surprise to her. In all actuality, he hadn't caused offense. She had just feigned hurt to mess with him but here he was apologizing for something that was not a big deal. She had forgotten about it. But obviously he had not. And it had bugged him enough to make him want no need, to say he was sorry. And that caught her off guard. She was used to nobles being rude just to be rude. Used to them saying hurtful things then forgetting about them and not caring if they had offended. But she realized then that this noble was not like other nobles. He was noble not just in title. She realized she had been lost in thought and that he had finished speaking. His hand was outstretched in peace. She was jumped back into the here and now. "I'm sorry, what?" She asked, feeling dumb for fading out. Hand still out, he said, "I'm sorry and I hope that we can remain courteous to each other." His blinding smile returned. "I hope this does not cause a stir in our blooming relationship." She tried to keep a straight face as she shook his hand in peace but she couldn't manage it. The corners of her mouth twitched in a grin. *Yes!* Max thought to himself in victory at making her smile. "Is that what you call it? A blooming relationship? I thought it was you teasing me and me ignoring you?" She said with a small smile. He grinned at her. "That too." She looked at him. "Well let's try to avoid that in the future." "No promises." He noticed later that he had already said that to Varric earlier that day. ********************** Later that night after dinner, Cassandra decided to test how well Max was with his stilettos. They were sitting around the magical campfire that Solas had magicked up when Cassandra stood up, brushing herself off. She pointed at Max and said sternly, "Right. You come with me. We are going to do some training. Let's see how good you are with those knives of yours." Max pointed to his chest. "Me as in me?" She nodded. Max stretched and yawned tiredly. "I was actually hoping to turn in early tonight." "You can turn in early after we train." "But why now?" Max whined. Cassandra shrugged. "Why not now?" "Because it's late and I'm tired." "So?" Mark sighed. He realized he would not change her mind so he thought to just get it over with. "Fine. I'll train with you. But we don't have any practice weapons and I don't know about you but I don't want to get up early tomorrow morning to get nicks out of my actual weapons." "I can take care of that." Solas chimed in. He castes a spell on their weapons which made it so that they would not get nicked or scratched during use. With that done, Max and Cassandra went a ways from the campfire where they had ample room to spar. Varric and Solas watched from their sitting positions by the fire. Max massaged his shoulders, loosening them up. Cassandra chose not to. She was already all set to go but Max was still sore from the days journey. After a minute of stretching, he was ready. The two circled each other. Cassandra had her shield raised slightly and her sword was in raised in the ready position. Max twirled his two stilettos expertly in his hands, anxious to get started. He was eager to see how Cassandra would cope facing an opponent using daggers. Plus, he was eager to display his skill with the weapons. Before they started, Max bowed saying, "I'm afraid I'm not as good a fighter as you are so please try not to shatter me." Cassandra grinned in response. She found that people who didn't brag about their skills were often very skilled. And Max was no exception in his own way. She had noticed the natural ease and grace he had twirled his daggers with. She knew that he was better than he was letting on. Much much better. For his part, Max was thinking on the same plane. He had seen her in action against all sorts of demons as they had made their way to the Breach so he was cautious if a bit nervous to be sparing with such an able opponent. But he wasn't worried about losing. Or winning their spar for that matter. He considered learning about her fighting style was a victory in itself. He nodded to her as a sign that he was ready to begin then sidestepped as she lunged at him. This normally was not her fighting style but she was anxious to see him in action with weapons he was comfortable with. She was shocked that he had dodged her attack effortlessly. Most people she sparred with were taken down by her first blindingly fast strike. But he had simply stepped to the side. She risked a quick glance. He smiled pleasantly at her. All that did was anger her. She took a step back with her shield up. He circled her, trying to find a chip in her impenetrable defense. He would feign an attack every so often to keep her on her toes. He continued to do so until she growled at him. "Are we going to keep dancing around each other or are we going to fight?" He grinned. "I was fine just gracefully dancing around each other but if you'd rather fight then I won't be the one to disappoint you." He went to feign an overhand swipe then quickly changed tactics. He shoved his other stiletto forward and made contact with her chest. She gasped as the force of the blow knocked the wind out of her lungs momentarily. *So much power behind a simple dagger thrust. He knows what he is doing all right.* she thought. Max let her catch her breath back then closed the gap between them. With lightning strikes he swiped at her. It was all she could do to keep her shield up to protect her from the terrible onslaught of attacks. As suddenly as the attacks started, they ceased. But some sixth sense warned her to duck. She ducked her head and felt the dagger slice through the air that her head had been in just seconds before. If she had been anyone else, her head would have been sliced off. She leaped back. Then her eyes met his. And they were filled with pure terror. Terror at almost killing her or something entirely different, she did not know. But she had never seen terror like she saw in his startling blue eyes; before nor since. His stilettos fell from his limp arms. He sank to the ground, rocking back and forth. Varric and Solas had seen what had happened and had come to stand beside her. She took a step towards him. He instantly backed up, still terrified. "Herald? Are you alright?" Solas asked kindly. Max said nothing. Solas noticed that he seemed distant. Max breathed shakily. For a split second he was back there, fighting for his life against terrible monstrous creatures besides his sister. And in that split second, he had mistook Cassandra for an abomination. Through a haze introduced by the adrenaline coursing through his body during the fight, he had tried to kill her. He whimpered softly, not noticing he was not alone, "Maker. Just make the nightmare stop. I just want it to end. Maker make it stop. I just..." His voice trailed off as he cried softly, staring into the distance. Reliving the fear and pain of an old memory. Varric had experience dealing with people with demons. Literally and figuratively. He backed up, knowing it was better to let the man be for a while. What he needed was alone time. Solas took a moment to study the suffering man before he went back to the campfire as well. Already he had decided to walk in Max's dreams to find out what was plaguing him so and to help him if possible. Cassandra studied Max intently. He was shaking violently and sobbing uncontrollably. She was often told that she was a cold emotionless person. That maybe true at times but no one can stand and watch a grown man suffer alone. She started to go to him but felt Varric grab her hand, pulling her away from the whimpering man. She shoved him away. "He needs help." Varric shook his head. "No you can't help him now. Obviously he is in a very dark place right now. What he needs now is sleep. Sleep will work away the shock. He did almost take your head off, remember? He needs some time alone." Varric led her back to the campfire. Later as she laid on her bedroll, she saw him slowly climb onto his. He still had that terrified look on his face but he was no longer sobbing or shaking. He looked at her and gave her a weak smile. It was a smile of a broken man who knew he was broken and no longer cared. It was the smile of a man who lost faith. Faith in humanity. *what could have happened to make a man as cheerful as he was, broken and afraid? What happened to him in the past?* The next morning, Max was roused from sleep by Solas. He had only gotten a few hours of sleep. The constant nightmares saw to that. Solas eyed him carefully. "I know." He said gently. Max nodded in acknowledgement. Max stood and put on his coat and strapped his stilettos to his back. The others had already stripped camp and we're waiting for him. Varric grinned at him as he approached the group. Cassandra looked worried. When he approached, she stepped forward with a hand out, not sure whether or not to touch his arm. "Are you well?" She asked him, concerned. He gave a strained grin. "I'm fine, thanks for the concern. Just...bad memories. I'm sorry for last night. Just add that to the pile of mistakes I've made." "Something is obviously troubling you. Do wish to talk about it?" "No I don't want to talk about my personal life." He snapped at her. Then he sighed tiredly. "Let's just get going. We got to reach Mother Giselle soon. Preferably before she is killed by some rebel mages or rogue Templars." Cassandra nodded but he could tell that the matter was not settled. Not in the slightest. The group made good time as they made their way around Lake Calenhad, making a large arc around Redcliffe. Better to be careful considering that their spies had reported that a lot of mages had taken refuge there. Max remained distant and unresponsive throughout the day. He didn't even joke around with Varric. His normal sarcastic people person personality was stowed away until further notice. For the next couple days, he distanced himself from Cassandra in an attempt to prevent the bad memories from resurfacing. Naturally, it did not help. He still had not forgiven himself for what he had almost done. Distancing himself from everyone was how he coped with it all. Like the nobles back home, he wore a mask that the public saw but under that mask was his real broken self. And he was doing a shoddy job at hiding it. Cassandra tried to confront him on the matter. To try to tell him that she had already forgiven him. It was an accident and it was in the past. She could tell it was causing him unneeded pain and she wanted to help him. But she couldn't even do that because every time she made towards him, he would retreat. This went on for another couple days before Cassandra had had enough. One night at the campfire, she grabbed his hand and marched him away from the others. Max protested but she wasn't having it. She needed him to know she forgave him. She stopped walking and turned to hold him by the shoulders. She looked him in the eyes and said,"Max, stop torturing yourself about our sparring session. What you did was an accident and I forgave you days ago. Now let it go." She ordered. "No. It's not the close beheading. It's something entirely different." "Then what is it?" "I can't tell you." "Why not? Just tell me what bothers you and we can work it out." "I can't tell you!" Max snapped. "I can't tell you because if I do, I'll go back there. And I can't go back there. I won't. Never." "Go back where?" She asked gently. Max breathed shakily. "To the Tower." "Now please. Can we drop it? Otherwise I'll turn back into a sobbing mess and I don't want to let anyone else see that." Cassandra nodded. Max immediately went off to bed. Cassandra went ask to the campfire and sat next to Solas. Varric looked up from his meal. "What'd you and Max talk about?" He asked. "Presumably about his experience at the Circle Tower." Solas said. Cassandra jumped, confused. "You know he was in a Circle?" Varric also looked confused. "But he isn't a Mage nor a Templar? Why would he be in a Circle Tower?" Solas answered. "Visiting someone important to him. I believe our Herald was at the Ferelden Circle Tower during the Fifth Blight. I think he was one of the few to survive the towers takeover by the blood Mage, Uldred. I also think he may be suffering from 'reliving' his memories of his time there. Sparring with you so intensely may have resparked those buried memories and that is why he tried to almost beheaded you." "Then why will he not talk about it? Is talking about it not healthier than keeping it to himself?" Solas shrugged. "Would you be willing to share something that personal with someone you only met a week ago?" Cassandra bit her lip. "Good point. But what should we do to help him?" "Nothing for now. He will share of his experiences when he is ready. We should not force him to." Cassandra stomped her foot. "But we should do something! He's hurting on the inside." Varric chuckled. "Are you showing concern for our Herald, Seeker?" "Shut up dwarf