#squints im onto u miss rose

[cr4yolaas]

— childe / tartaglia dating hcs

warnings . minor childe backstory spoilers ish lmfao

a / n . uhm this is for @booksandhoneymilktea bc like . they gave me diluc . in the mudae bot . so like . :>> bestie this is for u . also sorry for being dead ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ my writing motivation is gone this is all i can muster im srry lmao

. he'd find comfort in the way you call his name . the way you put aside all honorifics and only recognize him as himself — no childe , no tartaglia , for those names are only a reminder of his piling sins , only ajax . there's a hint of honey in your tone whenever you call out to him , one that he finds so so addicting and alluring . you've strung him in with your voice that echoes with the melody of the gods and there's no way he's getting out .

. whenever he gets the opportunity , he brings you on a trip with him to sneznhaya so you can see his family . he adores the way you interact with them , the way you caress his younger siblings with dandelion hands and ruffle their hair in your smooth palm . it brings a smile that spills with love poems and roses to his face , one that reaches his eyes and forms soft dimples on his cheeks .

. he'll constantly murmur , " five more minutes , " under his morning breath , the stench unbearable but the words that fall making up for it . his bare arms wrap around your torso , holding you in place as he watches the strings of sunlight drape over your shoulders so beautifully with squinted eyes . he wants to stay like this forever .

. you seem to pay no mind to his job and his duties — no matter the countless warnings he sent your way , telling you that you wouldn't be safe with him , you never seem to care , insisting that it simply doesnt matter to you . when he questions why , your only response is " because i love you and who you are , " and that's all he needs to reassure himself .

. although he's constantly busy , he'll always find ways to pamper you . occasionally , he'd return home after a couple days of being gone , an adolescent grin painted onto his sculpted face as he holds a small gift that he found on his journey in his sweaty hands . on other days , he'd prepare a whole date for you either before or after he gets to work . because of his strict schedule , you've often found yourself being shaken awake at 2 am by his eager touch , cheeks burning aflame with cherry hues as he speaks , " i've prepared a surprise for you up at your favorite tree — lets go before i have to head out . " he's more than aware that you're insanely sleepy , however , it's a win for him , as he gets to witness you doze off into your pretty little dreamworld on his lap .

. with his workload , its rather easy for him to forget things . whether it be a missed occasion or a small favor you asked of him , he finds himself losing track of things more often than he'd like to . he always makes up for it , of course — even if it takes him emptying out his entire wallet , no matter how many times you told him not to .

[cadiacore]

Fluff A-Z | a.g.

A/N; so i know this came out of fucking no where but im in a really fluffy mood and im listening to mrs. grande herself so I decided to make this as a cute little thing it is lol might make a headcannon but who knows lmaooo. The gif is mine x

Pairing; Ariana Grande x Reader

Warning(s); pure fluff and a bit of angst if you squint.

Word Count; 1.5k+

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A - I feel like she is an ass girl. If you two were dating then she would most likely have her hand on your ass half of the time. Maybe it’s a comfort thing or she just really likes to touch it and show PDA. 

B - She would love to bake pastries, cakes, cookies and etc. with you since that’s you two’s way of bonding and having fun together. You two would love to throw flour at each other, chase each other and make a mess of the kitchen. It would just be an overall fun time.

C - cuddles! Cuddles for daysssss. I feel like once she is home from the studio or tour, she would climb in your lap and just smother you with cuddles. Or it could go the other way around, you get home from work and you just want to be close to her, so you just crawl into her lap and you instantly feel safe in her arms. 

D - Dancing around the apartment would be another favorite past times for the two of you. It would lead to a lot of laughs and goofing off with the upbeat songs but when a slow song comes on, you two would just hold each other and sway to the beat with many kisses to follow. 

E - I think you two would love to experience new things together, like food, activities, roller coasters, etc. Trying new foods would be hilarious because you both would countdown when to both take a bite and then it would be disgusting. You two’s faces would be so funny and cute and that would be part of the fun because y’all just love doing anything together. 

F - It would take a lot for you and Ariana to fight about something. Very rarely y’all would fight but when you do it’s big and a lot of crying would happen but in the end you two would forgive each other and talk it out normally. After that would lead to snuggles and movie night.

G - Ariana and you love to give each other gifts even though it’s not a holiday or anything specific. Ariana would most likely shower you with diamonds and cute dresses as you would get her flowers and make cute diy things. I feel like she loves homemade things more than she does material, but she always wants to go out and buy you anything sparkly and shiny. You two are also grateful for each other whenever the other receives a gift.

H - Honesty is a big thing for Ariana and you. You two love having deep and honest conversations with each other at 1 a.m. Those are the times were y’all just need to get things off your chest and how you’re both feeling. This would be therapeutic for both of you and it would strengthen your bond even more.

I - You are the main inspiration for her music and that makes you all warm and fuzzy inside. It makes you happy hearing all the lovey dovey songs about you and it inspires you to make things that remind you of her. It always makes her smile when she sees you painting/writing/drawing something that is related to her. It gives her a stomach full of butterflies.

J - Ariana gets jealous and will hold it in until she is able to talk to you about it in a safe space and not around a lot of people. You would do the same since you don’t like causing a scene in front of strangers. It wouldn’t be over anything small usually but if someone was being too close to you or her then y’all would step in and pull each other close. In the end you two would kiss it better and continue on with your day/evening/night.

K - Kissing Ari in your eyes is like heaven. She has the softest lips and is a very good kisser. She blushes every time you two kiss and you think it’s the cutest thing ever when she does. You more and likely blush too but you think it’s cuter on her than yourself.

L - Ariana was shy at first about confessing her love for you but she sucked it up one day and told you how she loved everything about you and that she has always felt that way towards you. She continues on and mentions the first time you two went to Disneyland together and how she knew she had fallen in love with you on that day.

M - She’s all for marriage and so are you! You two love the thought of spending the rest of your lives together and adopting cute little babies. Maybe here soon, one of you will propose!

N - You both love giving each other cute nicknames and your nickname in her phone is “wifey” with a kissy face emoji along with a ring and her nickname in your phone is “babygirl” followed with a heart eye emoji. She loves coming up with new and cute pet names to call you and you love them to no end. Gives you butterflies.

O - When the two of you are on cloud nine, everyone can tell. Ariana tends to look at you like you are the best thing that has ever stepped on this earth and she tends to kiss you more often when she is. Her mom always teases her when she won’t leave you alone with kisses but she just can’t help herself when she’s around you.

P - You both love PDA. You two are always showing some kind of affection whether it be holding hands, kissing, and snuggling/leaning against each other while shopping. You two do it all the time and you don’t care about what anyone thinks of you and Ariana. 

Q - Ariana’s quirks are that she loves talking in an Italian accent at the most random times just to make you laugh. She likes to lay out a warm towel for you before you get out of the shower. She doesn’t want you to be cold when you come out of the shower. Which you find very cute and adorable.

R - Ariana LOVES to be romantic. So at any chance she can get she will lay roses out from your dining room table leading to the bedroom and having candles light up the room and well we all know where that goes to lol she also loves to spoil you on Valentine’s day because she thinks you deserve it but it’s always valentine’s day in the grande household.

S - She is super supportive of you and as you are with her. You two make sure that the other is okay and when something bad or traumatic happens, you two are always there for each other, no matter what place or what time. 

T - Usually you both love a routine but sometimes you both want to try out new things as said in letter E. You love trying new scary roller coasters and holding onto each other as you go through the ride. When it’s done, both of you want to instantly get back on. The thrill of the ride is so much fun for the both of you two.

U - Ariana can be very understanding at some points and then other times you would have to explain why you’re upset or the way you’re feeling. Usually when you do explain it she is understanding and helps comfort you on whatever the situation is. 

V - She values her relationship with you so much that she puts you high on her priority list. If something is wrong, she will do everything in her power to make it right again. She loves seeing you smile so she will always try to make you happy and you are her number 1 besides her family but you understand that because well...family. 

W - She loves when you cook a nice dinner for her for when she comes home from tour. She loves how you put so much effort and time into it just for her and you. Sometimes you make a big feast for all your friends and family and thats another cute thing she loves about you.

X - xoxo As previously discussed in C, she loves cuddles and loves showing you love in any form she can. She doesn’t care what anyone thinks of the two of you and she makes that very clear to others who might give you two a dirty glare or look. She’ll kiss you right in front of them just to piss them off or make them uncomfortable.

Y - When she yearns for you while you’re at work is when she gets one of your sweaters or your pillow, and just holds onto it until you get home. She’ll send you sweet messages on how she misses you while she is on tour and can’t be beside you every night but you make sure to face time her everyday so she doesn’t get too sad while she’s away.

Z - She will go many great lengths for you and your relationship and so do you. You both love each other dearly and would do anything for another. Ari is the type to put everything into a relationship once she knows it’s serious and that she loves the person so she would literally do anything for the person she loves, no matter what it is. 

[jihyosforehead]

soulmate au where the world is black and white until you fall in love with your soulmate for mihyun please im begging u authornim

THANK U FOR THIS !!! this was v fun to write and i almost got carried away and u have been so so patient im sorry this is so late, i dont even rly have an excuse its just due to who i am as a person 

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also on ao3

dahyun doesn’t think much of it at first. barely even notices the difference anyway because mina’s hair has always been so dark. 

dahyun’s world had been black and white all her life, she didn’t notice when it had begun to change. 

first, it was mina’s hair. 

it’s pretty impossible to not be looking at mina’s hair all hours of the day, if she’s being honest. 

dahyun watches a row behind in their advanced algorithms lecture. their professor had been going over some data structural problems and was enthusiastically expanding more in-depth about splay trees. or it might have been splay trees. dahyun had zoned out about ten minutes into the lecture. out of her peripheral, she can vaguely see notifications lighting up her phone, every 3 minutes or so. normally she would have picked it up by now and replied to chaeyoung’s snapchat spam and meme-tagging spree.

but, she’s completely distracted by mina’s slender, graceful fingers lazily twirling strands of silky dark hair, head slightly tilted and pen absentmindedly tapping at her chin. probably going over the equations in her head, running them back and forth easily. she’s always been so smart and consistently at the top of their class. mina’s wearing a fitted white sweater that hugs her shoulders just the way dahyun likes and wire-rimmed glasses, sitting almost carelessly at the end of her nose. she still manages to look so soft though. dahyun exhales deeply.

the change was subtle. she almost doesn’t register the way the fluorescent lighting dances on the crown of mina’s head. bending the light back and forth until mina’s hair flashes a colour that’s neither black or white. 

her eyes flicker back to the screen when the lecture slides change over, displaying a long sequence of diagrams lining the wall. she should really be paying more attention, she was barely scraping in this class. her eyes involuntarily wander back to mina again. the lighting plays on mina’s hair, making it almost shine a dark brown? dahyun blinks a few times and forces her eyes to focus. it’s a tone just barely lighter than black. the light plays over it again and dahyun squints.

she’s jolted out of her reverie when their teacher claps their hands and wishes them a good rest of their day. while students move around her, some rising from their seats to bolt out the door, others packing away their things at a more relaxed pace; dahyun removes her glasses and presses the heels of her palms into closed eyes. she really needs to spend less time in front of a screen.

odd, dahyun thinks when she steps into the sunny hallway, feeling the heat tickle her skin. had it always been so bright? 

…

it’s two thirteen. and mina’s late. a highly unusual occurrence. 

dahyun taps at her phone and scrolls through her recent messages. there’s none from mina. she glances around at the courtyard. some students were casually sprawled on the grass, laughing at each other, or eating. others had laptops open, typing furiously at their keyboards. 

her phone begins vibrating in her hands and she fumbles hastily, trying to answer it. mina’s voice is soft and gentle in her ear; apologising for running late but she had run into a lecturer she needed to speak with and then another friend for a quick chat but was now on her way with some food and a powerbank for dahyun’s dying phone. dahyun pictures mina speed walking down the hallways, her voice growing more breathless the longer she talks. pictures silky black hair trailing behind her, tucking her bag more securely across her shoulders while dodging passing students. 

she can’t really bring herself to be annoyed when mina looks so adorably sheepish and apologetic while handing dahyun a homemade lunch. it was neatly packaged in a shiny metal lunchbox. today it was a chicken sandwich, with grapes and pear and apple slices on the side. there was even a bottle of freshly squeezed orange juice, lemon slices cheerfully floating on the top. dahyun feels her heart hammer wildly in her chest.

mina’s always doing cute things like bringing her food while they study because she knows dahyun cuts it close between her classes and doesn’t have time for anything other than a protein bar. sometimes an apple she snags on her way out of her apartment. dahyun would probably be surviving on fruit and protein bars if not for mina. 

mina hands her a tissue and then flashes her a wide, bright grin right before typing something into her calculator, eyebrows furrowed. dahyun carefully sets down her sandwich and dabs the corner of her mouth. the sunlight is reflecting off her laptop and into her eyes. she looks up for a moment and watches as the light weaves itself into mina’s hair, setting it alight into a copper blaze. dahyun blinks, dumbfounded. 

she tilts her head slightly and watches the light move from strand to strand. she moves her head back and forth and side to side, the copper follows when mina adjusts her position. dark hair, with shadows? different shades of black strands? was that even possible? it did look a lot richer, flecked with dark brown and golds. 

dahyun blinks again and chalks it up to a trick of the light. mina gives dahyun a soft, fond smile, her eyes slightly squinting, right before returning to her work. her fingers clacking away at her keyboard and then occasionally scribbling at an open notebook. 

…

it was mina’s eyes next. they were a steady, solid black, that dahyun loves. sparkly and shiny and expressive. bright when she’s excited and duller when she’s sad. 

over the next month or two, far too slow for anyone but dahyun to notice, mina’s eyes acquire the same richer colour as her hair. almost the same shade of lighter black, but not black. it wasn’t just black anymore though. her irises were a warm, shiny dark brown and the pupils, black. they dilate slightly when mina looks up at her. but there isn't an overt difference. 

dahyun thinks likes this colour more. 

...

it was a coat next. 

dahyun had fallen asleep on her notes. she jolts awake and blearily blinks at her surroundings, sleep still weighing heavily on her eyelids. she swats a paper stuck to her cheek and is met with amused, fond eyes. she sits up and realises she’s covered in mina’s thick coat. dahyun blinks down at the heavy material and just stares. 

the fabric is beige on the outside, a tan sort of colour that errs more white than it does brown; but the inside of the coat is lined with a subtle tartan pattern. most notably, there’s red stitching. red. dahyun runs her fingers over the checked print design and blinks dumbly at it. she thinks she’s still coming out of her sleepy haze, but five minutes later when she looks down at the coat again, the stitching is so obviously more than black and white. red lines woven through pattern, sticking out like the obvious thing in the world. mina is happily typing away at her laptop, completely oblivious to dahyun’s realisation.

then it was a sunflower she’d spotted sticking out of chaeyoung’s backpack. a bright, happy, obnoxiously yellow sunflower. loud and cheerful. dahyun had seen sunflowers before, but only ever in light grey. sometimes white. sometimes even black. she was so entranced by it that chaeyoung insisted she keep it. dahyun picks it up and holds it to her chest until she was safely in her apartment. 

that night, she set it in a transparent glass vase on her countertop so she could look at it everyday. 

she learns that sunflowers have a pale green, almost yellow centre. that the colours grow into a gradient of orange and black seeds, surrounded by full yellow leaves. the petals have this faint orange that looks like it’s been carefully, painstakingly painted on each individual leaf. 

the next day, on her way to class she spots a rose growing on a bush. it was a striking deep red, a stark contrast to its vibrant green stem. she sticks it in the vase with her sunflower.

dahyun came home everyday, and stared at her sunflower and her rose over dinner, and wondered who they were for. could they see colours this bright? did they know yellow and red looked this pretty? that sunflowers had oranges painted on the petals? 

mina had gone back home to japan over the christmas holidays to spend some time with her family. she hadn’t seen them in over a year, it made sense for her to go home. but. mina is also one of dahyun’s favourite people; it was perfectly natural to miss her. however, dahyun misses her a lot more than she anticipated. her days seemed to be a lot more empty and dull. 

dahyun finds it difficult not to miss warm brown eyes, and mina’s pretty smile. she misses having lunch with mina after class. she misses turning up unannounced at the other girl’s dorm and planting herself on the couch for an afternoon nap. she misses their dumb, playful arguyments over what take-out they should get for movie night; that almost always end up with mina asleep on dahyun’s shoulder, fifteen minutes into pressing play. 

luckily, there was so much else to see. the bushes growing on the edges of her apartment grounds were a deep green, lush leaves sticking out of thin, woody brown twigs. sometimes there were ladybugs on the leaves. dahyun hadn’t realised their shells were red with tiny black dots. one time she even saw a bee sitting on a flower. she didn’t think she would ever be this delighted over discovering that bees had yellow and black stripes. her downstairs neighbour had a golden retriever. and her fur was as gold as the sun, with a pink lolling tongue and sweet, honey brown eyes. 

the new colours could keep her occupied for so long though. 

the sunflower and rose had long died. leaving only the petals behind. they’d drifted onto her wooden countertop, with the flowers blackened and dead. dahyun missed their colours too. 

who were they for? 

sometimes mina would facetime her while she was out and hold up plushies and toys she thinks dahyun would like. the plushies, were big and colourful but dahyun can’t help but think they look dull next to mina’s flushed cheeks. other times, mina would send her photos of the scenery and her food. dahyun can’t help but wonder what they’d look like in person. 

she finds that she doesn’t ever really stop thinking about mina. it’s starting to become a bit of a problem. 

most of all, she just misses mina. a weird ache in her chest that she doesn’t realise is there, just deepens. 

two weeks later finds dahyun nervously pacing the airport lobby. airport crowds never fail to make her uneasy. but honestly, she’d do anything for mina. 

she spots her from a distance, heart thudding loudly. she feels her pulse quicken, hammering obnoxiously in her eardrums, like clanging cymbals together. the most irritating percussion she’s ever experienced; she’s half convinced that everyone around her can hear it. mina was wearing an oversized sweater, her lips stained rose red. a maroon sweater, with gold stitching on the sleeves wrapping around her wrists. dahyun’s breath catches in her throat. she swallows hard around a lump of clear understanding. 

oh. 

mina. it had always been mina. 

dahyun watches as mina’s head cranes around, carefully searching the crowd. her eyes find dahyun’s, as they always do, and dahyun can feel the fondness wrap around her heart and take firm hold. the ache in her chest deepens, like a dam breaking. the crowd seems to part when mina runs towards her and throws herself at dahyun’s torso, not caring at all about dahyun’s heart, beating wildly out of control. mina’s arms wrap around dahyun’s neck and she buries her face in dahyun’s shoulder, nuzzling into the fabric. dahyun can smell mina’s shampoo, clean and fresh.

they just stand there for a moment, swaying a little as dahyun adjusts her hold around a slender waist, fingers finding its home at the small of her back. she keeps a palm resting there and brings her other hand to the back of mina’s head, massaging the base of mina’s skull. she can feel mina huffing a relieved sigh into the side of her neck, the tip of her nose is cold against her skin.   

she hears mina whisper that she missed her and asks if dahyun had been waiting long. dahyun barely hears it over the almost immediate snap of vivid colour encompassing them. the blues, and oranges and greens and pinks colouring the airport scene and moving outwards. dahyun’s world had transformed completely. 

everything suddenly made sense, slotting itself perfectly in place. 

it was beautiful and bright and brilliant. but dahyun hadn’t noticed it at first because she only had eyes for mina. like always.

mina, whose hair was a deep chestnut brown, with flecks of copper and bronze when the light hits it in the right spots. she must have dyed it while she was away because the gold has disappeared now. mina’s lipstick, red and rich, she can see the ridges where it’s redder in some areas, and more faded in others. mina’s sweater, maroon with gold stitching. mina’s earrings, a deep emerald green, flecked with golden marbling, and wrapped inside a delicate gold circle. 

dahyun blinks rapidly at the change, taking it all in. slowly, the colours swirl around them as everything gradually finds its place. her eyes wander up and down mina’s face and hair and clothes and nose (had the mole on the corner of her mouth always been a dark brown?), finally landing on mina’s eyes. dark brown and sparkly. honey and gold and cinnamon and chestnut and dusky all at once. had mina’s eyes always had those colours? 

mina looks at her softly. fondly. like she always has. the corners of her eyes crinkle when she smiles and mina’s eyes shine even more brightly when the light bounces off them. 

then the colours didn’t really seem to matter anymore. dahyun studies mina’s features closely, glances at the moles that dot her nose and decides that without mina, what did it matter if there was colour or not. without mina, dahyun’s world may as well have remained black and white.

for mina, it was distinct. 

absolute certainty. 

the very first time she ever laid eyes on dahyun, her whole world burst into a million different colors all at once.

[bangchanmango]

Closer (chan imagine/drabble)

Genre: Smut + Angst + Fluff

Pairing: Bangchan + Reader

Imagine in which you and chan can’t be in a relationship but u pull some strings and try to make it work lol and yall fuck a lil issa lowkey FWB kinda vibe 

Word Count: 2,434 (shes kinda long i got carried away)

Turning over again on the opposite side of the bed with a huff you starred at your wall blankly. You’ve been in bed for 4 hours already and not the slightest bit of sleepiness had occurred. Your mind wandered back to the same thought it had been circulating these past few hours but you squinted your eyes shut attempting to erase that idea from your head. You pondered on it for a while longer, what could go wrong you’ve done this countless times but you always promised yourself you’d stop right after it was over. One more time couldn’t hurt if this was just a constant cycle. Reaching your epiphany, you jolted upright to the edge of the bed facing your nightstand and you grabbed your phone, your hands tingling as you searched your contacts. After 2 short rings he answered.

“hello?” his deep voice resounded from your ear sending small tingles all the way to the bottoms of your feet.

“channie..” you whispered, suddenly feeling small and embarrassed.

“hm?” he hummed back

“can you come sleep with me, I feel lonely” you pouted, the tingles in your body moving around in an uncontrollable speed as you waited for his answer though you knew what it would be.

He let out a small giggle through his nose before responding

“I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

After you two said your goodbyes and hung up, you sprung out of bed growing anxious as each second passed. You fiddled with your bedsheets, perfecting the pillows, You turned on your oil diffuser which released the soothing smell of lavender to the air, You quickly picked up the embarrassing amount of wrappers near your couch in the living room. Just as you closed the lid on the trashcan you heard the small melodic beeps from your door. He was here. Your heart took a violent dip down to your stomach as you watched the doorknob turn, the door slowly opening. Your heart taking the best of you, you ran towards the opening door and into his surprisingly open arms. He wrapped his hands around your waist while you tightly wrapped your arms around his neck taking in his scent.

“were you waiting for me at the door” he softly giggled leaving a kiss on your cheek.

“maybe” you smiled never loosing eye contact.

“I missed you.” He practically whispered onto your lips before he closed the empty space with his own lips.

The last time you saw chan was a few days ago, barely even a week had passed but it felt like it had been at least 3 months.

His hand caressed your jaw as the two of you kissed, his soft lips melting into yours. You felt him smile into the kiss and you gently pulled back looking into his brown eyes.

“what” you softly whispered staring back into his lips.

“you always taste like vanilla”

“is that a good thing” you smirked

“yeah but I always have to eat vanilla ice cream now to remind me of you”

You felt your cheeks begin to heat up at his sudden compliment and he giggled.

“lets go to bed cutie, isn’t that why im here, to be your sleeping pill” he said grabbing your wrist and dragging you into your bedroom.

“I guess” you pouted.

Yeah you invited him here to help you sleep but you didn’t wanna sleep yet…he just got here you wanted to talk to him until you were sleepy.

He comfortably laid his backpack down by your bedside table and made his way into your bathroom in which you followed him. He was brushing his teeth.

“what” he asked after spitting out his mouthful of paste.

“what?”

“youre looking at me” he stuck the toothbrush back into his mouth and began brushing again

“oh I didn’t realize.”

You watched him proceed to wash his face as you were sat on the countertop waiting for him to be done. He dried off his face with the small towel and smiled at you.

“am I that interesting?”

“no I just like looking at you”

This time you noticed his cheeks turning into a dusty rose color.

“lets go” he quickly said and carried you bridal style from the countertop all the way to your bed. He then crawled into your pastel sheets and looked over to you waiting for you to follow suit. Once you were inside he wrapped his strong arms around you and you could’ve sworn he could hear your heart beating out of your chest.  The room was dark and silent now so you were sure he could hear your heartbeat. The only light was from your oil diffuser which changed colors every few seconds. After a few more moments of silence you heard chans soft breathing. Was he asleep already?

“no im not” he said.

“huh”

“im not asleep yet”

“did I say that outloud?” you gasped and he burst out laughing.

“no but I feel you looking at me”

“then look at me” you prompted and he did.

You both stared at each other for a small while but he pulled your face closer and begun to kiss you again almost the exact state in which you left off. The kiss was full of passion it was as if you two couldn’t keep your lips away from each other for more than a nanosecond. He shifted up into the headboard and pulled you up on top of him, he brushed the hair in your face away and wrapped it around your ear.

“beautiful I can kiss you forever.” He grabbed both your wrists and pulled your body to his proceeding to kiss you, his hands moving to your behind. Your hands massaged his fluffy curls and his squeezed your ass as the kiss got even deeper. You could feel his growing member beneath you as you were straddling him already. You kissed his bottom lip gently moving down his face to his neck careful not to leave any marks. You then pulled your shirt over your head leaving yourself in only your undergarments.  He followed your actions his hands only leaving your body to take off his own shirt exposing his toned body. You bit your lip and he giggled slowly unhooking your bra and letting it slide down to your elbows which caused him to groan.

“I cant believe we’ve seen each other naked already at least a million times but we always act like it’s the first” he kissed your cheek softly and you laughed.

“channie” you partly moaned as you were already grinding on his hardening member, “why do I always miss you so much”

He looked up into your eyes shutting his own tightly and letting out a deep breath before he opened his eyes again.

“I always miss you too, so fucken much” he hooked his thumbs into the band of your underwear controlling the movement of your hips. You hovered your hips over him and began to slide off your underwear. He bit his bottom lip watching you as he did the same. He guided you back onto his lap pulling you back in for a kiss.

“You’re the prettiest girl in the world.” His finger coiled around a lock of your hair starring deeply into your eyes causing you to blush again. Your hands travelled down his defined chest lovingly stroking every groove until you felt him twitch under you making you gasp.

“Sorry” He blushed

You circled your hips around earning a pained expression from him.

“Baby” He groaned placing his hand on one of your thighs and gripping onto it.

You then straddled yourself over his length slowly sinking into him, the both of you panting heavily. Chan held onto your hips slowly thrusting into you while you wrapped your arms around his neck. He peppered your face with kisses as well as leaving open mouthed kisses onto your shoulders.  You contributed moving your hips up and down matching his speed. Chan swirled his thumbs against the inside of your thighs making the hairs on your back stand up. He looked up into your eyes and smiled sweetly. You felt the pit in your stomach growing bigger as the thrusts increased in speed. He swiveled around inside of you causing you to loudly moan onto his lips.

“Deeper chan” you whispered into him and he kissed the tip of your nose in reply bringing your legs closer creating a position that allowed him to do as you pleased.

“fuck” he panted as you desperately rode yourself onto him.

“ohmygod just like that chan” you praised his slow yet deep thrusts that managed to take your breath away.

“im almost there baby” he shakily whispered. He grabbed your hips thrusting you into himself. You felt yourself fall into bliss as you felt your high quickly approaching holding onto chans shoulders to keep yourself upright.

“Chan” you cried out as you felt your release along with his warmth as well.

He quickly pulled you into a deep long kiss, the two of you still connected as you both rode out your highs. You remained with your hands on his shoulders and his around your waist.

“Damn.” Chan breathed .

“What?” You shyly giggled

“I love you”

You blinked back at him as he stared at you mesmerized.

“I’m gonna go shower, you wanna come?” You hopped off his lap and gathered fresh pieces of clothing from your drawers.

“I showered at the dorms before I came, im ok.”

“Ok ill be back then.” With that you left him alone for 20 minutes while you had a breakdown in the bathroom.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like him in fact you were in love with him too for quite a long time actually but why did that sentence when said outloud catch you so offguard then. After realizing you’d been in the bathroom too long you slowly stepped out quietly making your way back to the bed where Chan was waiting sitting upright scrolling through his phone.

“Your back” He smiled sweetly and put his phone back on your nightstand opening his arms waiting for your embrace. You complied, diving into his smooth bare chest your legs wrapping around one of his clothed legs. He laid down slowly bringing you down with him and you took your familiar position. Your head against his neck arms around his torso and both your legs intertwined while he stroked your hair. Normally you’d quickly fall asleep right away in this position but you were more awake than ever.

“I hate this” Chan broke the still silence after a menacing 5 minutes.

“Should I turn on some music or-

“No I hate this” His hands gestured in between both your bodies.

“what do you mean?” You questioned breaking away from his hold, sitting up to look at him.

“I hate us , you know?”

“Chan..what?” You asked in a small voice, afraid of what was gonna come next. You couldn’t lose him no matter what, even the mere thought of him not in your life made life seem like it wasn’t worth living.

“what are we?” He asked bitterly.

You stood silent.

“I hate that when we’re together all we do is have sex, don’t get me wrong I clearly love our sex, but I want more than that. I want to talk to you I want to know how your day was I want to go out with you I want to take you places introduce you to people I want to show you my music I want-“ he sighed, “I just want you to be with me.”

“You know that cant happen.”

“Yes I know that but cant we just do what we want for once. I mean this started out as us avoiding each other at all costs because we didn’t want to confront our feelings, then deciding to let each other be friends  but our feelings became too evident, now we express our feelings openly but only through sex.” He sighed again. “It first started lustful and needy but lately its been so passionate and intimate because there's no other way for us to get closer. I cant take it anymore I wanna show you that but with words with actions.”

You stood quiet as he bit his lip in frustration, his eyes glistening with tears.

“Chan, we can’t do this. You know that. we agreed we would keep it this way, it’s the best for us and everyone around us as well.”

“I know but I just love you too much I cant keep doing this im sorry but I really cant, it hurts me I feel like i'm taking advantage of you.”

“Then..what do you want?”

“I want you to be my girlfriend”

“Chris-

“I don’t care anymore I don’t care what anyone says or does I want you to be my girlfriend I’m tired of pleasing everyone. I want to do this, for us.”

You stared at him your heart heavy and sad yet still tingling because butterflies just never left you alone whenever you were with him. His glistening brown eyes filled with sadness tinged your heart making you want to burst out crying.

“Ok.”

“W-What? What do you mean ok?” His expression changed from devastation to hopeful.

“I’ll be your girlfriend.” You smiled.

“Really!!?” He exclaimed, standing on your mattress with his knees looking at you with wide eyes.

You nodded and he abruptly picked you up off the bed carrying you in his arms spinning around as he laughed. Once he stopped spinning he set you down on the floor and pulled you into his arms giving you a deep kiss. When he pulled back he looked at you his eyes almost twinkling despite the dim lights in the room.

“I love you Chan”

He smiled widely, his eyes turning into half-moons.

“I love you more my princess”

“Stooop” You giggled and fell onto the bed in embarrassment.

“What? Did you forget that now that you’re my girlfriend I get to call you baby all I want and you cant cringe anymore.” He climbed back onto the bed sitting next to you against the headboard putting his arm around you while you lay your head on his shoulder.

“Since when was that a rule??”

“I can call you princess, baby, babe, um babygirl-“

“chAN STOP.” You exclaimed and he laughed hysterically

“ok fine…baby” You swatted his arm away from you and sunk down into your sheets as Chan laughed at you.

Finally, the two of you were happy.

A/N

AHHHHHHHHHHH MY FIRST POST I HOPE YALL LIKE IT!! I WROTE THIS A WHILE AGO WHEN I WAS PROCRASTINATING DURING FINALS WEEK, IM ON SUMMER VACATION NOW AND IM PLANNING TO POST A LOT MORE IF U HAVE ANY REQUESTS PLSLPLS SUBMIT ANYTHING U WANT ME TO DO IT COULD BE IMAGINES REACTIONS ANYTHING IDC ILL WRITE ANYTHING IM JOBLESS. 

[harlot-of-oblivion]

A Rose of Unconscious Beauty (Part 6)

All work and no play make Dante a dull devil, but when he finds out about his brother's flowery friend he sees an opportunity to cure his boredom. Well, that and his curiosity about what kind of woman catches Vergil's attention. So, he decides to spontaneously visit your garden to see what all the buzz is about.

Hope you enjoy these two finally meeting! And gardening puns...just all the gardening puns. 😆❤

Here’s the link to the list of all the flowers featured in this part. 🌹🥰🌹

Chapter 1: Meeting Dante

Life has been pretty good for Dante since he got back from his little foray into hell. He may still be in quite a bit of debt, but that never stops him from living life to the fullest. For the first time in a long time he does not feel so alone in the Devil May Cry shop. There is just one problem that plagues him now as he leans back in his chair, feet propped up on the edge of his desk as a huge overdrawn yawn escapes his mouth…

He is bored.

Very, very…BORED.

The occasional odd job usually keeps him entertained, but business has been slow recently. There is only so much games of pool and swimsuit magazines before Dante is positively itching to fight something…anything. Nero has taken advantage of this dry spell and is finally getting hitched to Kyrie. Even Vergil, who he annoys into fighting sometimes just for sheer fact that it relieves his boredom for a while, has taken to disappearing from time to time.

Oh yeaaaaah. The mysterious flowery friend.

Dante ponders the potential of that whole situation giving him something to do besides sitting alone in his shop. He did not think it strange when Vergil started to go out more…in fact, he is proud that his brother is finally embracing his humanity and making this world his home. But when his cranky brother came back to the shop with pretty little blue flowers wrapped around his beloved Yamato…well, now that just piqued his curiosity. He tries to goad Vergil into telling him where he got the flowers or where he has been disappearing off to lately, but that conversation usually ends with him being stabbed a lot. Dante got his answer one day when Nero asks if he knew this florist that his old man just recommended to him. It all just suddenly clicked. The constant visits, the soft cloud nine smiles, just the overall secrecy…

Vergil…has a crush.

Just the idea of his brother being head over heels for someone has Dante shaking his head in wonder. Vergil has already left the shop, probably visiting his florist friend if Dante had to guess. It happens to be the day that Nero and Kyrie are supposed to meet their savior of flowers. He wanted to tag along to see what all the hype is about, but Nero absolutely refused to let him. Usually, that is not enough to deter Dante, but then his nephew just had to sick Kyrie on him. And how could anyone say no to her? So, here he sits…extremely bored and very curious.

I have to know if it’s true…if my dumbass brother really is lovestruck…

A sudden idea pops into Dante’s head as he takes out his cellphone and begins to text:

Dante: Hey! Gonna see your old mans flower girl today, amiright?

Nero: NO. Forget it.

Nero: Im not spying 4 u

Dante: NO ONE said ANYTHING about spying!

Dante: Just a couple of pics!

Nero: NO U CREEP

Dante: OH C’MON!!!

Dante taps on his screen vigorously as he provokes his stubborn nephew to reply, but after a few minutes of continued silence he gives up. He rolls his eyes as he groans in mild irritation and drops his phone onto the desk. His nimble fingers stroke his scruffy chin in thought, wondering if there will ever be an end to this torturous boredom…then it hits him faster than the Devil May Cry van. Nico! Dante snaps his fingers and nods his head in approval at his own ingenious idea. He snatches his phone back up and begins to text again:

Dante: Heyyyyyyy

Nico: Wat

Dante: Wanna help a friend out?

Nico: Lemme guess

Nico: U want me to spy for ya, right?

Dante: A couple of pics is NOT spying

Nico: Yeah yeah whatever

There is a long pause and Dante almost thinks his last-ditch effort is a bust. Until…

Nico: Mayyyyybe I’ll do it

Nico: Wats in it for me tho?

Dante only has to think about her prize for second before replying.

Dante: I’ll let you check out my guns

Nico: Ive already seen my fair share of muscles

Dante: Im talking about Ebony and Ivory

Nico: U GOTTA FUCKIN DEAL

Dante clenches his fist in victory. Nico tells him to hold tight while she finds a good hiding spot and the perfect angle. So, he grabs the nearest swimsuit magazine to read while he waits for Nico’s sneaky photos.

He only has to read a couple of pages of articles and check out a few curvy ladies before his phone vibrates. “Well now…let’s see what we've got,” he announces aloud as his hand instantly picks up his phone and eagerly opens up the message. Here she is! is written below two pictures of a bubbly woman with a bright smile and lively eyes. In one photo she is sitting down at a garden table, and in the other she is standing by a bed of flowers. She is wearing white summer dress and has a white flower in her hair. Dante chuckles in glee because now he understands why his brother has fallen so hard: the local florist is a total babe!

Dante is about to get back to his magazine when another text from Nico comes through:

Nico: Yoooooooooo

Nico: U didnt tell me that Vergil was gonna be here!

Dante: Im not my brother’s keeper!

Nico: Im NOT about to get stabbed if he catches me

Nico: Im out

Dante: WAIT

Dante: I’ll sweeten the deal!

Dante: If you get a pic of them together

Nico: DANTE

Dante: Then I’ll let you check out my guns

Dante: FOR A WEEK

A very long pause follows and Dante thinks that Nico is still going chicken out despite his sudden add on to her prize when her response chimes in:

Nico: U better hold up your end of the deal, Dante

Dante: Nicooooo u know I always keep my word!

Nico: Cuz if u dont, I’ll run u over with the van

Dante: No u wont

Nico: VROOM VROOM BITCH

Dante’s amused chuckle echoes throughout the shop. “So, that’s where you’re running off to,” he comments to himself. “The secret garden.” As he waits for Nico’s next photo, he starts to wonder what kind of a woman catches the eye of his broody brother. I mean…sure, you’re a cutie, but Dante knows that Vergil is not so easily swayed by looks alone. Of course, he could be reading into this too much and you’re actually just a really adorable friend…which is why he has to see both of you together. If Vergil has that soft smile on his face and if you show any sign of reciprocating his brother’s feelings…

His phone vibrates and Dante immediately opens the message. How's this for ya? reads Nico’s text along with a bunch of laughing emojis and a video clip. He arches an eyebrow as he presses play. He sees Nero, Kyrie, Vergil, and you all walking together by a bunch of flowers. He cannot make out the soft conversation of the group, but he does hear a lighthearted giggle as you do a twirl. Dante squints his eyes when he notices your hand reach for something in your dress…then his eyes widen as you throw petals into the air. The distinct growl of his brother comes through the audio and Dante nearly chokes on his own laugh. Some of the little pink flowers you threw…are sticking to Vergil’s hair!

I’m totally saving this just for the look on his face!

Dante kicks his feet off of the desk and he leans forward in his chair, never taking his eyes off the screen as Nero and Kyrie step out of frame. He tilts his head when Vergil kneels and you start to pluck the flowers from his hair. Dante has to rub his eyes to make sure he is really seeing these events correctly. Things get really interesting when you move in closer. The awkward expression on his brother’s face is pure gold. But what really has him pressing his nose to the screen is when Vergil stands up and you both just stare at each other. It is like a scene cut straight from a romantic movie. Dante has never seen his brother look so…totally in love. And you are mirroring the exact same expression.

Jackpot!

The video starts to shake and he hears Nico quietly cursing up a storm. The screen is a blur for a moment before it just totally cuts off. Dante is still for a while as he takes in everything that just happened. He honestly did not expect Vergil to be bitten by the love bug. A genuine smile curls on his lips as he thinks that maybe you are exactly what his brother needs to finally let go of the past and start living. But he cannot be the helpful little brother that he is without at least meeting you first. The genuine smile turns mischievous as Dante texts Nico about happened after the video ended and where exactly is this secret garden in the city...

(A Week Later...Reader’s POV)

The late afternoon sun beats down as you wipe the sweat from your brow. You examine the rambling roses you are currently pruning, checking to see if you missed anything before standing up and stretching your legs. Sweet basil, it’s hot, you thought, taking off your gardening hat and fanning your face as you pocket your pruning shears. You think about Vergil and how he always seems to keep cool while wearing a long blue coat in the summer.

The power of Sparda must also include internal air conditioning. You giggle at your own quip as you put the gardening hat back on your head and decide to take a break. As you walk through the multitude of flowers you search for any sign of the Son of Sparda among the flora. He has not called to inform you that he is stopping by today, but that does not necessarily mean he will not show up unannounced…annoyingly startling you before buttering you up with an offering of beautiful blooms.

Vergil has been regularly visiting you in your garden now. Sometimes both of you read and drink tea under the fruit trees, other times you have to work and just let him read in peace while frolicking about your garden. Every now and then he insists on looming close behind you, claiming that he wants to observe how you arrange bouquets and care for the flowers. There are a few times that you somehow rope him into helping since he is so inclined to learn and you must admit…seeing a tall and imposing man handle tiny flowers carefully is so endearing, making you fall even harder for the handsome devil.

You step through the backdoor and walk into your kitchen, heading straight for the fridge and swiftly open the door. When the cold air hits your face you sigh and just stand there for a moment to cool off as you reach for a bottle of water. You close the fridge and head to your office to check the status of a shipment on your computer while you guzzle down half of the bottle. The flowers for Nero and Kyrie’s wedding are well in supply, but you ordered some extra ribbon, wires, needles, and other miscellaneous supplies. It is a little stressful that you only have so much time to pull this off, but that only pushes you to do your utmost best to give them the best flowers they have ever seen. All seems to be order, you mentally note, finishing off your water bottle as you tab out of the website.

Time to get back to work! You go back out to the garden, grab the garden hose, and turn on the outdoor faucet. You adjust the nozzle on the hose to spray into a mist and set off to water some flowers. “Alright, my darlings!” you say cheerfully as you step up to the first section of flowers. “Who’s thirsty?” You happily spray their petals with glistening droplets as you hum softly. One of the many reasons why you enjoy gardening so much is just how tranquil it can be, your mind slipping into a peaceful state as all your worries just drift away and you feel like a flower basking in the warm sunlight.

Although, you do find yourself ceaselessly daydreaming about a certain white-haired gentleman while gardening lately. You cannot get the feel of his slicked back locks out of your thoughts, yearning to do more than just pluck petals from his hair. You wonder if the bergamot scent is from a cologne he is wearing or the constant cups of his favorite tea. And the expression on his face after you picked the stray petals from his hair…cheeks slightly blushing as his gleaming silver eyes stare straight into your soul. The very memory of it has you shivering in delight as you turn around to water the next section of flowers.

“Holy hollyhock!”

The sudden appearance of a man in a long red jacket standing in your garden has you jumping back in surprise. Your foot steps on the garden hose, making you lose your balance and start to tip over. Thankfully, the stranger has quick reflexes and quickly leans forward to catch your fall. “Whoa! Easy there!” he exclaims as he sets you upright, doing his best to avoid the misty spray of the hose still clutched in your hand. That is when you notice his distinct white hair swaying in front of his blue eyes. And his face…if it was not for the slight fuzz of a beard or the care-free expression, he would be the spitting image of Vergil. Which can only mean…

“You must be Dante.”

“What gave it away?” he asks, dramatically holding his hands out to the side as he nods his head in confirmation.

“You wouldn’t be a Son of Sparda if you didn’t scare your local gardener to death!”

Dante tilts head at your answer and smirks as he examines you from head to toe. “I dig the overalls,” he comments as he gestures to your attire. You look down at your green gardening overalls, the phrase "I like big buds and I cannot lie" imprinted on the front surrounded by large colorful flower buds.

“Thanks!” you laugh, turning off the garden hose. “I’m Y/N! I don’t recall Vergil saying that he was going to finally introduce me to you.”

“So, he’s told you about me? Did he mention that I am the better-looking twin?” he jests as he takes a step back and strikes a charmingly rugged pose.

“Uh, he mentioned that you are a demon hunter, a foolish buffoon, and…whoa!” Your eyebrows shoot up as you closely examine his coat. “Your jacket does look really expensive!”

Dante rolls his eyes as he relaxes from his over-the-top stance. “He just can’t let that go, huh?” He shakes his head and lightly chuckles.

“So…what brings you to my garden?” you inquire kindly, not letting his surprise visit distract you from being hospitable. Dante did not mention his brother being present here with him, so you hope that Vergil does not mind you being friendly and helping his brother out if he needs it.

“The girls keep telling me I need something to brighten up the shop,” he explains as he scratches the back of his head. “So, I figured some flowers from my brother’s friendly neighbor florist might do the trick.”

You smile sweetly. “Okay! Do you have any kind of flowers in mind?”

“Well, my mother’s favorite flowers were-”

“Burgundy roses!”

Dante quirks an eyebrow. “Did you just read my mind?”

A giggle escapes your lips as you shake your head. “Vergil told me that his mother had a modest garden herself, and that she grew those roses a lot. Don’t worry,” you affirm as your hand sets down the garden hose. A big confident smile spreads across your face as you twirl in excitement, pausing to strike your own cute pose. “I got you covered!”

He nods his head in approval. “Right on.”

You make small talk with Dante as you lead him to the rose section of your garden, asking if by “the girls” he means the other two demon hunters that work with him. He confirms your guess and grumbles about how unfair it is that you know so much the crew while he knows next to nothing about you. That is quickly remedied though as he bombards you with the oddest series of questions…most of them involving strawberries and pizza. When you tell him that you used to work at the local pizzeria and bakery in your home town he enthusiastically asks if you made the pizzas. You laugh at his boyish glee and inform him that you sometimes helped with the pizzas, but you mostly baked the pastries and desserts.

“Here we are!” You point to a bush full of the dark reddish-purple roses as you step through the various buds and blooms. “Roses of unconscious beauty!” Dante studies the rose bush as you approach it, lean in, and inhale their lovely fragrance. You breathe out in delight and start looking for the best blooms for a bouquet. “Aren’t they lovely?” You look over your shoulder and see that Dante is barely paying attention. His blue green eyes gaze distantly at the rose bush, reminding you a little of Vergil’s silver blue eyes when he recedes into his head. You wait a moment before deciding to coax him out of pensive stupor.

“Flower for your thoughts?”

Dante blinks and shakes his head. “Sorry about that. I was just…remembering something.” He walks over and stands next you, a small grin appears on his face as he peers down at you. “These would look nice on my desk. I’ll take ‘em.”

“Alright!” You reach into your pocket, taking out the pruning shears still stored in there and begin snipping some select roses, carefully removing the thorns before sticking them in another pocket until you can properly tie them together.

Dante quietly watches you for a few moments before he crosses his arms and leisurely leans back. “So…you and my brother.”

You snip a third rose as you glance over at him. “Me and your brother…?” you repeat, hoping he will expand upon the conversation he started. Dante just continues to gaze at you inquisitively. Your brow furrows in puzzlement as you wonder what he is trying to imply…until it suddenly hits you.

No way. He can’t be…

“Are you…Dad-terogating me?”

“Am I what now?”

“You know…that thing fathers do when daughters bring home their boyfriends.” Your voice drops as you do your best impersonation a stern father figure. “What are your intentions little girl?”

“Oh man,” Dante snickers. “And what if I am?” he counters with a puckish smirk.

“Well, Mr. Sparda,” you begin with a cheeky grin, turning to him while you clutch a thornless burgundy rose close to your chest. “I only have the best intentions towards your brother, Vergil. They include smiles, laughter, and a healthy dose of poetry with dash of tea…Oh!” You dip your hand into the front pocket of your overalls. “And lots of flower showers!” Your grin turns cheerful as you toss pink hydrangea petals high into the air.

Dante stares at you closely for a moment, totally unfazed by the petals scattering around him before he chuckles softly. “Well now…how can I argue with that? My party pooper of a brother needs it.”

You giggle and go back to snipping more roses. A fourth one is freed and you begin to remove the thorns from the stem. “It’s sweet of you to look out for him, you know,” you point out with a genuine smile. “You’re a good brother, Dante.”

He smiles back and is about to respond when an awful hellish screech fills the air. Your head snaps over to the direction it is coming from, but you already know what those sounds mean. Dante casually looks over as well, but he does not look as concerned as you. His face reminds you more of the neighborhood kids when the ice cream truck drives by. “Looks like our flower pickin’ is gonna have to wait,” he surmises as he struts briskly towards the commotion.

You pocket the pruning shears and the rose in your hand as you hurriedly follow behind him. The screeching is now really loud and as you step into to a clearing you see the familiar forms of demons just beyond the gates of your garden. Even though you live in a city known for its constant hellish attacks, the sight of their malformed bodies never fails to freeze your blood. The closest one, resembling a large corrupted bat, flies over the gate and hovers near one of your apple trees. It shrieks as its throat starts to glow red. Anger floods through your body when you register what it intends to do to your lovely fruit trees.

“Oh, no you DON’T!” you shout as you run by the gardening tools still laying out, grabbing the garden hoe as you pass by and rush towards the bat-like creature. It swivels around just as you draw your makeshift weapon back and swing up at it with all your strength. The hoe connects and a pained squeal rings out as the demon is knocked back a little bit away from the apple tree. You let out a shuddering breath, quickly realizing that perhaps smacking a demon with a gardening tool was not the best idea.

Multiple gunshots startle you out of your internal dread as they streak up at the bat-like demon. It shakes violently before it drops to the ground and disintegrates. You turn around and see Dante holstering two guns behind his back before giving you a round of applause. “Not bad! Very inventive use of…” his hands pause as he inspects your tool curiously.

“It’s a hoe,” you bluntly inform him.

“Really?” Dante puts his hands on his hips as he circles around you, shielding you from the oncoming demons notice. “Well then…you really know how to handle a hoe!”

You snort and check your tool for any signs of it being broken or bent. “You know what they say…a dirty hoe is a happy hoe!” you joke, flashing him the disgusting bloody residue on the tip. Dante hunches over as a hearty laugh burst from his lips. You feel a sense of accomplishment at making such a clever gardening pun, but it is short lived as a series of terrible growls and roars remind you of the current danger. “Umm,” you mutter softly, “as much as I would like to give more demons a good hoeing…”

Dante reigns in his boisterous laughter and nods. “Yeah...get yourself to safety.” He runs and skillfully jumps over the gate. Before he goes to deal with the demons, he looks over his shoulder at you. “Even though I’m not a hoe I can still get rid of these nasty weeds,” he quips with a wink.

You laugh and shake your head at his own gardening pun before retreating back to your house, sighing in relief as your backdoor comes into view. When you are a few feet away from safety, a low rumbling growl reaches your ears, making you stop in your tracks. You still have your garden hoe, so you hold it up in defense as you scan your surroundings for any immediate threat. It is quiet for a moment…then a series obscure red streaks zoom around you. Your eyes try to track whatever is circling you, but you cannot see what is stalking you like prey.

Your body is quaking now as you turn around to glance behind you. A lizard-like demon with a vicious red blade protruding from one of its scaly arms is leaping through the air straight at you. Your instincts kick in and you raise your gardening tool up in defense, even though you feel certain that it will not enough to block that sharp blade. A series of tumultuous emotions sling around your mind, but one strongly overtakes you as the image of Vergil pops into your head…regret.

I didn’t even get to tell him that-

Before you are able to close your eyes and brace yourself for the deadly impact, a sudden blur of blue spheres pop up and knock back your scaly assailant. A familiar form clad in a blue coat suddenly appears next to the demon and proceeds to hit it with a series of slashes. When he finishes his ruthless onslaught, he turns his back on the demon and dramatically sheaths his sword. Just as the hilt of the sword slams into the case, the demon convulses in pain one last time before collapsing on the ground.

The regret you felt earlier fades away as your devilish rescuer turns towards you. The usual scowl on his face is now even more severe as he scrutinizes your appearance. He may be fuming with rage, but you do not mind, nor do you care. “Vergil!” you cry, trying to thank him for saving your life, but you feel so overwhelmed that no words come out. All you can do is smile gratefully as your eyes well up with tears, so happy that you get to see the man you feel so deeply for again after all.

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Deserved Rest

A/N: So it’s my dear friend, Parker’s birthday today, and I wanted to do something nice for them. It’s only been six months since they first approached me on Tumblr, and it honestly feels like we’ve known each other so much longer. So, Parks. I hope you have a fantastic, wonderful day and you better get spoiled absolutely rotten. Love ya, kiddo. Though much has changed, you are still such an amazing person.

 Happy birthday, @red-the-ruler

Warnings: None that I know of (I know right? Nyx writing a fic with no warnings? What the heckity heck?? Feel free to let me know if I missed any tho!)

Roman didn’t know exactly what was wrong. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was everything. But…they just…

What did they want!?

They slumped forward, burying their face in their hands and groaning to themselves in the quiet of their room. It wasn’t like the day went…particularly bad. And it also wasn’t like it went…well. So why did they feel so…bad?

There were things to do…Patton had asked them to do the dishes, since Logan was out working late…but they really didn’t want to leave their room. It was hard to find the motivation when they didn’t know what was wrong.

Roman was used to Logan’s curt, almost stern knock on their door. They were used to Patton’s soft, almost bubbly knock. It always threw them off when Virgil just walked in. Sure, they’d told Virgil to do so whenever he wanted too, they were best friends after all, but they forgot.

Their head snapped up when they sensed the presence halfway into their room, eyes widening when they saw the exhaustion on Virgil’s face.

“You’re home.” He said, voice cracking and exhausted.

“Yeah.” They answered quietly as their hands dropped.

Virgil’s face scrunched up a little, “You didn’t come say hi.”

A weak smile spread on Roman’s face, “I-“ they sighed, “No, I’m sorry-“

Whatever apology Roman had was lost when Virgil literally tackled them onto the bed, knocking most of the wind from their chest in a surprise laugh.

“Virgil-“ Roman squirmed, trying to get onto their elbows, but the other Side had landed flat on their chest, face buried in the crook of their neck, “Virgil, what are you-“

“Punishment.” Virgil murmured quietly, “We sleep.”

Roman couldn’t help the laugh that escaped them again, trying push Virgil off, but was he getting heavier?

“Dad wants me to wash the dishes, Virge, c’mon.” they laughed again, trying to shove Virgil off.

The other Side grabbed the blankets, digging a knee into the mattress so Roman couldn’t throw him off, “I’m punishing you.” Virgil answered in a tired yawn, “No chores.”

Well, there was no winning this argument. Roman let themselves fall back against the mattress and sighed dramatically, rolling their eyes, “Couldn’t sleep?”

Virgil scoffed as he made himself more comfortable, “Had a nap. Nightmare.”

“So, you came in here?”

“See if you were finally home.” Virgil’s voice was starting to get softer, his words drawing out, “Missed you…” he sighed into Roman’s neck, “Why gone so long?”

Roman couldn’t help but chuckle, wrapping an arm loosely over Virgil’s waist, “I missed you too, buddy.” Already feeling a little better from the company. Virgil made a happy little whine against Roman’s neck, and they could feel him smiling as he settled in, “And you know I had to do some stuff with the court.”

“Gone…too long…” Virgil yawned, “Bestie…”

Roman smirked, “Look, buddy, before you fall asleep, this is not a comfortable spot to be in.”

Virgil grumbled unhappily, pushing himself up off of Roman and gave them his best attempt at a glare. Roman couldn’t help but grin as Virgil only really managed to squint and frown, before crawling toward Roman’s pillow.

“Thank you.” Roman teased, kicking off their shoes and shedding their jacket, before crawling up to join Virgil.

“Happy now?” Virgil murmured tiredly, eyes closed and already starting to relax, “Make me move…” he pouted, sinking into Roman’s pillow as he fell asleep.

Roman smiled, their eyes on Virgil as they started to relax themselves, “Yeah…much happier. Thank you.”

A small, tired smile pulled on Virgil’s face. Roman knew he was too far gone now to remember anything he said, “Welcome, Princey.”

Roman’s own eyelids felt heavy as Virgil pulled them closer, nuzzling their chest, and Roman wrapped their arm back around Virgil’s waist.

“G’night.” Virgil yawned into Roman’s chest.

Whatever that bad feeling was, it was starting to ease as Roman let their own eyes drift closed and nuzzled Virgil’s hair, “G’night…”

   “Logan.” Patton whispered as the exhausted teacher approached, a mug of coffee in his hands. He looked forlornly to his study, then back at Patton, who was peering into Roman’s room. With a slightly frustrated sigh, Logan rolled his eyes and made his way over to Patton, sipping at his coffee.

“Patton, dear, what have I said about-“

“Shh!” Patton quickly shushed, smiling when he turned to look up at his husband, before nodding to the door. Logan carefully leaned over to peer through the crack in the door, and he couldn’t help the fond smile that spread over his face.

“Must have been a long day.” Logan murmured quietly and Patton hummed in agreement.

“At least their resting.” Patton agreed, smiling at his kiddos as they lay curled up together.

Logan sighed, glancing down at his mug of coffee, and this time, when he looked to his study, his nose wrinkled. He took Patton’s hand gently in his, “Like we should be.”

“Don’t you have papers to grade?” Patton asked softly as he closed the door and let Logan guide him to the bedroom.

“I don’t wanna.”

Patton grinned and giggled as Logan waited for Patton to open the door before abandoning his coffee on the desk just inside, “I thought you’d say that.”

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