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Saw that Palico Nero art and be like wait I had this Nero feeding stray cats unfinished in my dumpster folder lol
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Number Five Going Through It™ For Nineteen Days Straight
a.k.a. The Umbrella Academy Seasons 1 & 2
Charlie being subtly protective of Alex
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.
Devil May Cry 5 - V
Vergil’s Bangin Hair by djheretostay
The composer said something that spoke to me about what I’ve drawn from Nero and Vergil’s respective stories:
Nero’s story was starting from inexperience to gaining knowledge of his demonic heritage, as well as growing in conviction and strength. His chosen goal is to be a successor to Dante, and he gained support for that, like Nico acting to replace his arm or V going after the DS Sparda for him to use. Nero shows us that strength and weakness is not a zero-sum game. Like the Devil Breakers wouldn’t exist* without the loss of Nero’s arm, one can gain power in weakness by accepting someone else’s support. His was a hero’s journey, where embracing who he truly was made him whole, weakness and all, and ultimately he gained true power.
*(Theoretically, Nero could make his own Devil Breakers in the month between Prologue and M1, he did make Blue Rose and critiqued Nico’s quality control for a reason, but that would’ve taken time that he probably used instead to retrain himself to compensate for balance issues and such from losing his arm.)
Vergil’s story is the inverse of that. His goal might have been to succeed Sparda, but ultimately loss was his underlying motivation to chase after power, which he gained at the cost of abandoning family and eventually his own humanity. V told his story as suffering from defeat after defeat, but really, it was a journey of loss, of his innocence and his home, of any connection that might be good for him, of Yamato and his independence, of control over his form that turned him unrecognizable to his twin and drove him to maim his own son. The last thing he lost was his sense of self, because no one in his right mind would endure being broken only to end up deliberately breaking himself in order to get rid of a perceived weak part of him.
The trajectory of these songs are also mirrored. Where Nero turns outward, Vergil turns inward. With all his thoughts and feelings expressed, Nero chose to become a fully integrated person, accepting all parts of himself, even his weaknesses, for the sake of not letting his family die. Vergil, on the other hand, fought to keep himself together after his whole world was torn apart, but the price he paid in chasing after power for its own sake was, in rejecting a part of himself, he slowly disintegrated to the point of splitting himself in two.
In the bridge of the song, Vergil is presented with a choice: Does your dim heart Heal or destroy?
Vergil’s path will end in his continued isolation with no one to support him, were it not for Nero showing him another path that he could take. Before Vergil can change, he has to heal first. He has to be able to see that pain and weakness can be a source of strength. After all, pain is an indication that there is a wound, and wounds can heal.
Nero and Vergil may have never meant to meet, but the moment their stories intersected, they were both at the height of their powers and fought as equals. Nero’s gains could give a higher meaning to Vergil’s losses. And that’s why I think their stories, like their songs, mirror each other rightly, where they recognize what they need to learn about themselves through each other.
Nero is the mirror with which Vergil could see his own humanity’s dignity and value. I think Vergil hasn’t been able to take a good look at himself, until he met Nero. And with all his power, Dante couldn’t save Vergil without killing him. But Nero did. That’s why Nero’s journey is the hinge upon which Vergil could turn his life around, and contrary to ”there’s no coming home” in the song, by the end of DMC 5, Vergil set himself up to return by leaving his book with Nero.
People need people to grow. Vergil didn’t have anyone, he was strong enough to endure all that he did, but even after having achieved all the power he wanted, he still needed his family to be whole again.
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