“Bury The Light” As A Reflection Of “Devil Trigger”

Got a request right here! I'm still thinking about Vergil and hand kisses so... how about a Vergil/Reader drabble about that? 😳

Thank you so much, K. Idk if this fits with what you wanted but please enjoy!

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Vergil never says that he loves you. 

He hasn't even replied to your confession. 

But you know he feels the same way about you if you look at the way his gazes soften when it lands on you, the way his voice was soothing when he console you in his own way, the way he put his hand behind your back when a stranger tried to make a move on you, making them back away. How he always seeks for your company to relax  and even to converse, how he talks more in your presence than when he is with his crew, making jokes along the way, dropping his mask as he lets you see the other side of him. 

He will take you out sometimes to observe nature sometimes to a field of blooming daisies, sometimes to gaze upon the stars. And during those times, your hand always with his, interlocking with one another and he will listen to your rambling with such interest that he will remember it for if you mention it months later. 

He never says those words but you know he feels the same. His kisses on you are gentle, soft, passionate and even hot. You always melt in his embrace as he breathes in your scent. 

He never tells you that he loves you. 

Deep down you wish that he will say those words to you. 

And he knows it with the way your eyes are downcast when he breaks the kiss, refusing to look at him when you said those words again, hoping that he will reply to it this time around. 

But Vergil has been quiet when you said it. Thumb running circles in your cheek before he slowly  trailed it down to your lower lips. 

Part of you wonders why is it so hard for him to say it? And part of you chastise you for being selfish, for forcing him to say the words when he clearly struggles for it. 

But you can't help yourself wanting for a verbal affirmation that what the two of you have and share are genuine. That he indeed loves you. 

Vergil calls your name as he releases his hold on your chin. He trails his right hand to your arm, slowly making it descent until it stops on your fingers. 

He gingerly reaches your finger and brings it to his chest. 

"Y/n," he calls your name again and you slowly look up towards his eyes. And you are caught in the intensity of his soft blue orbs, looking at you with fondness. 

Slowly he brings your hand to his lips, kissing each knuckles of your fingers while his eyes remain locked on yours. 

'I love you," he murmurs in between your fingers "forever and always" 

Just Plus

TITLE: Just Plus

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 1. Just Angst.

AUTHOR: brightsun-and-darkmidnight

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being a plus-size virgin, and Loki is your first (and only) BF. After five years of dating, both of you are ready to take things further. You’re scared to give yourself to him but really want to. You worry he will be disgusted by your rolls and stretch marks. As time goes on, he notices you wearing modest clothing and fending off his touches, like you are hiding something. One day, Loki sees you looking at yourself in the mirror. He can almost see the wheels turning and disdain in the look you give yourself. He realizes that you don’t like your body. Later, Loki all but corners you to talk about it. After a time, you vent, explaining everything. A few nights later, kisses turn to something more. Loki spends the entire night showing you just how beautiful you are.

RATING:  Explicit for sexual content.

Summary: Ever since the talk of sex you start to compare yourself to other body types and questioning why Loki wants you. Loki finds out and immediately plans to make you feel better. 

NOTES/WARNINGS: Doubts in self beauty. This is angsty in the way the plus size reader/character starts to feel about herself. 

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Imagine V telling you the truth of his origins and after, you, his s/o, revealed to him that you are pregnant.

A/N: This is a V x Fem!Reader fic based on these asks:

Hope you like it anon and @krazy06 ^^ Thank you always for your love and support.

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You could not believe what you were hearing.

You: “Is…Is this a joke, V?”

He shakes his head.

V: “I wish it were so. But it is true. Urizen is my devil half. We are two parts of a whole, ripped apart in our original persona’s pursuit of power. All of the death and loss you have suffered was wrought by the hands of my former self. By my hands.”

This was too much to take in, it gripped your heart.

You: “And this whole time, you have been fighting to return yourself to this…Vergil.”

He nods.

V: “It is difficult to grasp, I understand.”

You: “…And what happens if you don’t merge back wth Urizen?”

He exemplifies your already growing worry with a long grimace and gently takes a hold of your shaky hand. V squeezes carefully and caresses the skin of the back of your hand in smooth strokes. You know he does this to comfort you. Any other moment, it would do exactly that. Not this time.

V: “If I do not revive back into Vergil… this form you see before you will crumble and fade into dust.”

You were shocked at these words, you tried to wrench your hand away but V tightens his hold. There is a look of unmistakable pain and fear in his usually collected eyes and you knew that yours reflected the same dismay.

You: “Are you saying that you’re going to die, V?”

He sighs, a sound of a soul with a heavy weight upon it. It felt like he was burdened with this fate for quite some time and that alone made you angrier and sadder.

V: “My love…”

He pauses thoughtfully, stealing this dismal moment to grasp your cheek, his thumb lightly padding along the corner of your lips. You can feel the inner turmoil he suffered in his shaky hold.

V: “I am already dying. I have been since the day I was ripped from Vergil. These markings…”

He offers one of his arms to you and you instinctively reach out to skin your fingertips across the patterns on his smooth skin. You remember admiring these tattoos closely. Intimately. Back then V took notice of your fixated gaze and seized the opportunity to play on your attraction to him as he himself was quite drawn to you as well. It worked. V proved to be as charming, as seductive, as confident as you imagined him to be. A perfect gentleman with an almost domineering side that made you ache with need throughout the night. That night…

V: “These markings are the source of what little demonic power I have left. The nightmares Vergil wished to expel along with his humanity. You know them as my companions.”

You could never forget the three creatures that come at V’s beck and call. They are nightmares? The demon bird Griffon may have a mouth but he along with Shadow and Nightmare seemed devoted and loyal to V. And by extension, you. It felt like just yesterday that you were lying with Shadow curled up around you, nudging you to use him as your headrest. Or when Nightmare would allow you to ride on its back whilst you were walking around the city. Or when Griffon decided to perch himself on your shoulder because he felt you were entertaining to have a conversation with compared to his master. V, blatantly ignoring Griffon’s off-handed commentary, pointed out that his familiars have never acted so comfortably with anyone else other than himself and admitted to feel a great ease that they act as so with you. For some reason when he told you this, it made your heart skip a beat as it felt like it drew you closer to V.

You: “So this…they…are what’s been keeping you alive all this time?”

He nods.

V: “And I them. But our strength is fading. I can feel it. I do not have much longer…”

You: “So then…”

You felt angry tears begin to prick at the corners of your eyes.

You: “Why are you telling me this now?”

V looks down at the ground. His expression suggests that he anticipated this question, his hooded eyes cloaking the heartache he disparages his answers would evoke. His hand that still held you gently squeezes you once more.

V: “Because these may very well be our last moments together.”

He brings your hand to his chest where you can feel the rhythm of his beating heart. It is rapid yet his face looks painfully calm. Yet you could tell by his glistening green eyes and the heaviness in his silken voice that he was in despair and it struck a cord inside you.

V: “My heart is yours, do not doubt this. But I have a duty to defeat Urizen and restore Vergil. He alone has the power to close the portal that welcomed the hellspawn to this world. Only by his return will you know peace.”

V: “Once I become one once again, I will be a different man. And because of that I…”

He looks deep into your eyes.

V: “I do not know if he will act upon my fondness for you should you two meet. He is rather…stubborn that way.”

You: “Guess that part of his personality came from you.”

The man chuckles, though it came out half-heartedly. The tension between you two was growing ever more heavy as the realization of the inevitable sinks in.

You: “So what you’re saying is… you’re leaving me.”

V: “Not because I wish it. I do not. Given the choice, I would remain by your side forever.”

You: “Telling me that doesn’t make it better, V! Isn’t there any other way? Maybe Dante or Trish knows what we could-”

V: “It does not work like that, Little Wanderer…”

You were grasping, you both know it and that’s why V shushed you quietly, cradling your face in his hands. It was all so overwhelming that tears began to pool from your eyes. The man you love pulls you into his arms immediately at the sight, rocking you in his embrace. You feel his soft lips kissing away the sadness pouring down your cheeks.

If only he knew how much this truly affected you, it wasn’t just the pain of losing the man you have grown to love and care for deeply but…

You: “You can’t leave us, V.”

V: “I’ve already told you that I must. You and I, I will never forget us. It was the best dream I have ever had.”

As much as his words moved you as they always had, you knew you could not let him go on without knowing what you truly meant.

You: “Not “us” as in just “you and I”, V.”

This piqued the tattooed man’s curiosity. He tilts his head. To clarify, you summoned the courage that was weighing heavily at your heart and took his hand, guiding him to your stomach.

You: “I’m pregnant, V.“

It felt as if your heart stopped beating completely at the look of shock and realization settled on his face in an instant. His eyes were zooming back and forth between your face and your stomach which you made him touch. A long, excruciating silence passes between you two. Before long, you took in a gulp of air, not realizing that you had stopped breathing when you told him this news and that seemed to snap him back into reality. He quickly withdraws his hand from your stomach, the action making your heart drop completely.

V: “That…That’s not possible.”

You: “Don’t you fucking say that. Please, don’t do this. Not now. It’s true, V. And it’s yours. I’m having our baby!”

You knew you were pleading now, angry and desperate, and all V did was just stand there in front of you, his mouth set to a thin line, his eyes furrowed harshly. There is an unreadable expression on his face and you did not like it one instant. Finally, he tears his eyes away from your glare, looking down upon the ground between you two before turning his body until his back was towards you.

V: “I…”

He stops before he can say more and does what you had dreaded he would do.

V walked away.

With his long legs, he took great, determined strides away from you. And you, in your heartache and shock, were frozen in place. You wanted to follow him, to scream and call him a coward, but you couldn’t find the voice to do exactly that. When the weight of it all came crashing down on you, you fell to your knees and sobbed. Your cries carried across the air around you and even as he walked further and further away, V could hear it as clear as if he were next to you still and it shattered his heart to pieces.

Once out of sight, Griffon appeared from V’s tattoos.

Griffon: “V, what the hell, man?! Are you just going to leave her like that?!”

V: “…If Vergil returns, she and the baby would have a better chance at a peaceful life. To start anew.”

Griffon: “Huh? That’s what’s bugging you? Then why don’t you just tell her that! She’ll be mad as all hell but she’d understand.”

V: “No, my friend. You do not understand.”

Griffon: “Huh?”

The demon bird looks at his master as he flies next to him, picking up the serious glare in V’s green eyes.

V: “I…do not want to return to Vergil. Urizen and I, we may be two halves of one man. But that child, that life that my Wanderer carries with her right now…”

V clutches at his chest, feeling the pounding heart within.

V: “…is mine. Born from our shared love. For once in my life, there is something that I wish to protect and love. Now I have two. That duty falls to no one else but me. Not Vergil.”

His heart. It was practically beating to his newfound resolve.

Griffon: “Are you listening to yourself?! If we don’t get you back into Vergil, your skinny ass is gonna die. Dust to the wind. POOF! And on top of this, me, the kitty, and the rock monster? Yeah, we’d disappear with ya!”

The man shakes his head.

V: “There must be another way.”

Griffon: “You just told your lady that there is no other way!”

V: “That was before I thought I had no other option. But the child, my child, made me realize something.”

Griffon: “What the hell is your crazy ass going on about?!”

V: “That boy, Nero. Much of his demonic strength was born from the Yamato. He who has demon blood running in his veins yet is undoubtedly human. If he was able to gain his power from the blade…”

The two stop at an overlook, where V’s devil senses have guided him.

V: “Then there should be no reason for me to draw power from the Devil Sword Sparda.”

Griffon: “You don’t mean-”

He points his cane towards the familiar who almost flinched at the swift movement. V’s stare intense with fiery determination.

V: “I do. I sense Sparda. And I want you to investigate. Pinpoint its location. That is an order.”

Without hesitation, Griffon flies off in the distance at his command. V lowers his cane, following his familiar’s path, but his thoughts took him elsewhere.

To you. And the baby. With how he left, he knew you would be angry with him. Hate him, even. He wouldn’t blame you. But V is driven by the hope of this new life you two have created. To hell with Urizen. To hell with Vergil. He would set things right, but he would do it as himself as he is now. He would do it as V. And he would rise as V.

V: “Wait for me, Little Wanderer. I shall return home soon.”

This blog loves and appreciates the Sparda twins

FINAL FANTASY XV - ROYAL EDITION 

06-03-2018

TMNT Leo x Reader: Warming Up To You {PART 2}

Summary: After attempting to start a civil relationship between both you and Leo, everything is pleasantly less volatile. However, you discover that having Leo’s attention is a lot more nerve-racking than being ignored.

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Request by @loonahdhdiwi 

Song Rec: In The Middle Of The Night - Elley Duhe

A/N: This is literally just a whole bunch of weird romantic tension, pls excuse the shitty writing and horrible prose. I literally listened to the song and wanted to fuxkin finish the series 

WARNINGS: Cussing (as per usual), Tension (as per usual), Typos because I’m a dumb bitch (as per fuckin usual). Leo’s lowkey OOC

“So, you’re a nerd.”

“No,” Donatello mimics your sarcasm seamlessly. “I’m a genius.”

“Synonym of nerd,” you offer with a grin.

The poor turtle had stumbled into the lounge room with the intent of clearing his head. Failed experiments can be frustrating, especially when they’ve blown up 53 times consecutively.

“Jesus,” Don pinches the bridge of his nose, “you’re one brain cell away from being classed as a sea sponge.“

Your jaw drops and he takes advantage of your speechlessness. Stepping towards you with irritating bravado, he faux gasps.

“Oh!” the tall terrapin pouts mockingly, “I’m sorry, was that too many big people words?”

 You stumble to your feet, hands outstretched menacingly towards the grinning genius. “Oh, I’ll show you a ‘big people’ word you fucking bi-”

 “And that’s where you both shut up and split,” a familiar voice intones as you’re yanked rearwards. Your heart drops at the contact of your back against Leo’s body.

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