Next Time You See Vergil, Can You Ask Him If He Was Surprised In 5 To See That Dante Was Actually Wearing

#polite boys

I couldn’t hold back || J.K.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Mentions of death, bad language

“The name of that good friend of yours, that one you told me about. Oh right, it’s Marco.”

Your eyes bored into the bowl of stew held in your hands, doing your best to remain calm through this conversation.

“You said Annie was involved in his death, didn’t you?”

You didn’t need to look over at Jean to know he was scowling. Marco’s death had taken a toll on both of you, finding out Annie was involved was even harder.

“Have you asked about it yet? The truth behind his death.”

Your head flashed up, eyes snapping between Yelena and Annie quickly. You hadn’t, truthfully, You didn’t think Jean had either. Up until now, you weren’t sure you really wanted to know. The point of it was Marco was dead, you didn’t need to know the details.

“I took off Marco’s ODM gear.” Annie spoke before anyone could inquire more information. “That’s why a titan ate-“ Reiner cut her off.

“Annie was only following my orders.”

The anger in your chest burned, bubbling under the surface. You could’ve assumed he’d have something to do with it as well, but hearing the words come out of his mouth was a different experience entirely.

“Marco overheard a secret conversation I had with Bertholdt. In fear of our cover being blown, I thought the best way to silence him was to have a titan kill him. I slammed Marco into a roof while in the air. And while I held him down, I had Annie take off his ODM gear. Marco was stuck there until a titan ate him.”

It was deathly quiet as Reiner finished, no one quite able to believe what they were hearing. You felt sick, you were furious. You couldn’t bring yourself to look back at either of them, knowing what they’d done to Marco.

“Did Marco say anything at the very end?” Jean spoke up, eyes trained at the fire in front of him. His tone was hard, cold, his body language seemed stiff, almost like a wall.

“He asked why I wasn’t willing to talk to him.” You looked towards him then, meeting Reiner’s eyes for the first time in years. There was nothing but pure regret in them, and it made something twist deep within your stomach.

“I think that question still applies. We hardly tried to talk, we all just kept fighting, assuming it had to be to the death,” You said finally. Your gaze fell back onto your stew as if suddenly uninterested, unable to maintain eye contact.

“I stood and watched the titan as it devoured Marco and then a switch flipped and I couldn’t figure out why it was happening. I just snapped. I flew into a rage, hellbent on avenging Marco. I cut down the titan myself.”

Your grip on the bowl tightened, your body stiffening at Reiner’s words. Anger fired up again in your blood, fueling a burning sensation behind your eyes that made you want to scream.

“We get it, Reiner. You feel guilty and it screwed with your head,” you snapped, your fingers digging further into the bowl, your glare focused only on the blonde man across from you.

“Don’t forgive me. I’m truly worthless.”

It was silent for another few seconds, Reiner’s eyes refusing to meet yours, but the tension was thick. You were on the verge of exploding when he spoke again.

“I’m sorry.”

You were moving in an instant, your half empty bowl of stew thrown to the side, your body moving towards Reiner before you could even register it.

“Y/N!” Hange’s yell fell on deaf ears as you lunged forward, tackling Reiner to his back. You barely registered your fists connecting to his face, your mind buzzing, eyes seeing red.

He made no move to fight back, your hits only stopping when Mikasa grabbed your wrist. “Stop!” You looked over your shoulder, sending a harsh glare up at the girl before yanking your arm out of her grasp.

“Listen to me, Reiner,” you spoke, turning back on the man under you in a flash, your hand roughly grabbing his shirt to force him to look at you.

“You lied to me, for years. You made me fall in love with you and then broke my heart in the worst way possible. You killed how many innocent people? How many scouts? People I knew, people I cared about. And now I can add Marco to that list. My best friend! Now, you’re gonna sit there and try to apologize? After everything you put me through?! I’ll act civil until we stop Eren. But after that, if I ever see your face again, I’ll fucking kill you,” you growled, glaring into Reiner’s eyes, a level of anger you’d never felt before flowing through your veins.

His eyes widened slightly, as he processed what you had just said. The rage inside of you was something you didn’t know how to handle. The need to hurt Reiner overwhelmed everything else, even logic. It was like an instinct. One you could hardly deny.

But you released him, standing and stalking off from the group, ignoring the calls of your name as you did. You needed time alone to process all this. To calm down. Time away from Reiner and the constant reminder of all those you had lost because of his actions.

You hadn’t noticed the footsteps following closely behind you, not until you heard the familiar voice cut into the silence.

“You got him pretty good.” Jean’s tone held a bit of amusement, but there was concern hidden beneath his words. You knew Jean well, if you hadn’t blown up on Reiner, it was likely he would’ve. He cared about Marco just as much as you did, you knew he was angry too. He had just gotten better at masking it.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like that.” You turned to meet his gaze, his eyes soft, his expression kind. He was worried about you.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been that angry,” you replied, shrugging lightly. “I know I probably shouldn’t have done that, but I couldn’t stop myself. I’ve wanted to see him again for so long, just to yell at him. But hearing him talk about Marco, I couldn’t hold back.”

Jean nodded thoughtfully, running a hand though his hair. His gaze wandered towards the ground as he thought. Then he looked back at you. “I thought it was hot, honestly, but that’s just me.”

You met his eyes again, a second passing before a small laugh left your lips. You grinned at each other for a moment before breaking out into laughter together.

The laughter soon died down, Jean’s arms moving to pull you into his chest. You sighed into his body, melting into him as you dug my face into his shoulder. Your heart calmed itself, settling against the comforting warmth of Jean.

“Are you alright?” Jean asked softly. You could feel his breath ghost across your head as he spoke. “Yeah, I think I am. Just exhausted, honestly.”

As Jean pulled back to check on me, you smiled weakly, his fingers reaching up to push back some stray hairs around your face. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours. Your hands moved automatically to rest on his waist and you felt his hands cup your cheeks gently as he closed the distance between you.

Our kiss was light, yet filled with emotion. You could sense the sincerity of it, in the way Jean held you tightly and pressed himself closer. Our lips were moving rhythmically, your breaths mingling together. His thumbs stroked circles over your cheeks, soothing your nerves. You relaxed further into his touch, sinking deeper into his embrace and basking in the moment.

When you finally pulled apart, your bodies remained close, both unwilling to let go. Your cheek rested gently on his shoulder, holding him tight. He ran a hand lightly up and down your back, his touch reassuring.

“Thank you. For being here, with me.” Your voice was slightly muffled, still pressed against his body.

“Of course. Always.” His arms wrapped tighter around you. I could hear his heartbeat slowly starting to steady, his breathing calming once more.

You want cute?? In your fic the reader is growing flowers but what about a small burb where the reader finds some somehow-still-alive flowerbeds and makes some crowns for V and his familiars on break time :)

holy fucking shit if I could only express the flutter my heart made when I read this request. this takes place in geryon’s boss arena because it was the first place i thought of.

You hadn’t expected to discover a living garden on your most recent excursion. Though demonic vines still plagued the buildings around you, clusters of bright red flowers were growing through the crumbled pavement at the center of the outdoor plaza. Beneath the ever-present atmosphere of destruction, life and colour had begun to rise from the remnants, and you found it beautiful, somehow.

As the area was secure, V entertained your idle wandering, as he always did. He left you to your devices, opting to lean against a slate of debris nearby and read from his book as you explored the immediate area to your heart’s content. Griffon and Shadow were by his side–until, of course, they weren’t.

When the absence of his familiars went on long enough to rouse suspicion, V finally glanced up from his reading. You were seated on the ground of the demolished plaza, surrounded by flower patches; both Griffon and Shadow were at your side, transfixed by the sight of your fingers working around the stems of the flowers you had picked.

“Whatchya makin’?” Griffon asked.

“You’ll see,” you smiled back.

The stems were unnaturally firm and pliable–with enough twisting, you didn’t even need wire to hold them together.

Shadow watched you finish your handiwork, keeping perfectly still as you gently placed the small crown of red flowers on her head. It slanted off-center. She closed her crimson eyes and rubbed her cheek across your hand in thanks, her loud purring like an idle engine against your skin.

“Oh, so the overgrown pussycat gets a sweet accessory and I don’t?” Griffon huffed. “Talk about favouritism.”

“Well, give me a second!” you laughed.

You had to make the second one a little smaller to fit his head. When you were done, you balanced it carefully atop his own bony crown.

Griffon was thoroughly pleased.

“Ohoho, pretty slick!” he cackled, flapping his wings in excitement. “Hey, make me a necklace or somethin’ next, would you? I’m tired of bein’ the only one without a cool outfit.”

“Maybe in a bit,” you said, gathering more flowers.

V found himself enchanted by how committed you were to this newfound project of yours. The way your brows knitted together as you focused, the little pout of concentration on your face, the way your hands danced between flowers with practiced ease–you were absurdly endearing, and the sight of you alone filled him with warmth.

Finally shutting his book, he made his way over to you.

“Now,” he started, a playful lilt in his voice, “what is this task that has been blessed with your attention?”

You had to look up as he approached, as you were still sitting on the pavement.

Frowning, you lifted your chin and put on a fake, haughty voice. “Kneel.”

Amused, V did as you asked, leaning on his cane to get down on one knee before you. You rested the last flower crown on his head, the mass of red petals brilliant against the stark black of his hair.

“For my prince,” you beamed, trying to sound royal but coming off a little shy.

V dipped his head when he smiled, something he always did on the rare occasion you made him feel bashful.

He took your hand into his own. “And we will crown thy head with garlands of the ruddy vine; for now thou art bound; and I may see thee in the hour of bliss,” he recited, before touching his lips to the back of your hand.

Though you were still smiling, you’d turned as red as the flowers in his crown.

Griffon strutted around the two of you, his chest puffed up in his newly-crowned self-importance. “Alright, alright, knock it off with the lovey-dovey crap. You’re gonna make me chuck seed all over kittycat’s new hat.”

Shadow gave a low, warning growl.

“I’m kidding, take it easy! Hey, V, you think Nightmare would want in on this?”

You and V glanced at each other.

-

The circlet of red flowers still looked brilliant on V, even after his hair made the shift to white; the two of you were now craning your necks to look into the single eye of the behemoth sitting patiently before you, waiting for its crown.

“Perhaps this wasn’t a good idea,” V mused. He watched you leave his side. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to need a lot more flowers.”

im thinking.,.,.

thinking VERY hard

Spider-man and the Moon Knight system, aka the poly ship we never knew we needed

Me when I’m crying over then end of Attack on Titan, but randomly remember the aot x sanrio collab

ffvii remake  ➟ Leslie Kyle

It’s the little moments that count.

Our boys with a crazy cat lady mayhaps? I have 3 myself lol

(I have 5 so I feel on a deep level ;v; furry babies for the win~)

Dante:

He’s a little surprised to see all the different cats roaming the house; but he isn’t really bothered by them. At least not until they start scratching at him or trying to groom his hair. He has to shoo them off when he is trying to get his own cuddle time in with his s/o, since all of them want to cuddle too apparently lol. Eventually has to give in to being a cat sofa since all of them climb onto him as well, and curl up purring between him and his s/o lol.

Nero:

He is intimidated by all the cats around lol. He can feel their eyes on him at all times, as if they are watching to see him mess up and hurt their owner. They constantly walk around and on him if he is sitting on the couch next to them, and he can feel shivers run up his spin when they start to crowd around him for attention. His s/o has to reassure him over and over that their cats aren’t going to kill him lmao.

V:

Low key he is in heaven with all these cats. He loves their plush fur and how comfortable they seem to be with him right away. They love to curl at his sides and in his lap, purring so much it sounds like a machine whirring to life. He could sit there and pet them all day, and eventually falls asleep on his s/o’s couch surrounded by all their cats lol. They feel slight pang of jealousy towards their cats at times since V gives them a lot of attention when he visits as well lol.

Vergil:

Tiny fur balls with fangs and claws. He tends to have stare downs with them when he visits, and most of the time tends to scare them off, even when he isn’t meaning to. They all seem to scatter when he comes over, much to his worry. His s/o has to pick them up and slowly introduce them properly to him one by one in hopes they’ll eventually get used to him being around. He appreciates the effort they are putting in to make him feel welcome in their home, and slowly gets used to the cats as they do of him as well.

(I really hope these weren’t too short, I am super sorry!!)

I curse my stars in bitter grief and woe

That made my love so high and me, so low.