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That being said, this account is dedicated to video games and manga/anime I love and enjoy so much! Video games I will write for are:

Bayonetta

DMC

Final Fantasy 7

Resident Evil

Sonic

Super Smash Bros Ultimate

(And more ofc)

Anime/Manga:

Bungo Stray Dogs

Black Butler

Sakamoto Days

I'll be writing oneshots, headcanons, scenarios, ships, character analysis, and rants! I do fluff, platonic, angst, hurt/comfort, lime, smut¿?, suggestions yall have or maybe take some requests.

× However, I won't be writing anything with rape, pedophile, incest, anything that is outright inhumane, etc. ×

Y/n will probably use female pronouns but I'll try to integrate gender neutral pronouns so everyone can read! Will probably implement characteristics or even the character of existing games, concepts, shows, etc. onto Y/n. For instance, Y/n as an Umbre Witch or Shadow! Y/n. I really hope yall don't mind

With that being set, hope yall enjoy my works and writing! (May even post some art works of mines too)

Behind you was your uncle Sigma who was wrapped into watching after you. Your fathers were currently doing something regarding a few pesks that decided it was the best idea to threaten them. How so? By mentioning you, their precious daughter. As they were tracking down the pesks, Fyodor told Sigma to watch over you in case something happens. Sure you knew not to open doors for strangers and contact them in case of anything but precautions still had to be made.

So, here you were sitting in the living room with your uncle watching your favorite show. A dumbfounded expression emerged on the casino man's face. His attention shifted from you then back at the show then returned back to you. He jumped when you threw your head back as fits of laughter escaped your mouth. You were laughing at the part where Popee was sawing Kedamono in half and after that, both halves of Kedamono move without the other. Pure joy etched across your face. You were unfazed by the disturbing nature of this show.

Sigma crossed his arms as he longued against the couch cushions. "Uncle Sigma!", hearing his name, he averted his attention towards you. "Um yes, Y/n?", he asked. You pointed at the screen to where Kedamono was chasing Popee down. "Do you want to be cut in half like Kedamono? I promise I can do a good job like Popee or even better than papa!", you suggested, dazzling your teeth at him as if he was a prey being watch in the shadows by a predator.

Sigma froze. ". . .", a bead of sweat dripped down his brow as his eyes narrowed. 'She definitely got that from Nikolai', his mind wandered on the clown. He must've shown you shows he deemed were fitting for a child your age and likely behind Fyodor's back. "Um no thank you", he responded which made you let out an, 'Aw man' before you turned away and watched at the disaster displayed. Sigma stayed quiet once more, still keeping an eye on you.

Even though you weren't like other children your age (surrounded by criminals, dealt with blood well, and embrace violence), you still behaved rather nicer than children which Sigma was thankful about. After all, you were just a child finally getting a chance at a childhood. And so, the casino owner quietly watched the show alongside you, making some small comments wondering how this show was for kids in the first place.

After a while, his eyes wandered on the clock. The short hand was on ten while the longer hand was somewhere between two and three. '10:13', he thought to himself. "Y/n, it's time for bed", the casino owner stood up, sauntering towards the TV. "What?! No! Not yet!", you exclaimed, quickly standing up. Usually, you would comply to whatever adults said since you were a good, respectable child; however, when it came to your favorite shows, your stubborn side will prevailed.

"It's time for bed".

"No!".

"Your father is going to be upset".

"Papa will convince him to let me watch my show!".

A sigh left Sigma's mouth; he placed his hands on his hips. He knew this was inevitable; when you had your eyes set on something, it was set, and what your eyes has set on is that gruesome show of yours. You gave him a stare, hoping that it'll scare him away but it really didn't. It looked more like a tiny kitten trying to be all tough and mighty but failed miserably. The casino owner couldn't help but smiled a bit, although he hid it by covering the lower part of his face when he was rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Say what about a proposal? You can watch one more episode and after that, you'll go to sleep", he suggested. The pouted look you gave him gradually faded away once the words got through your thick head. You pondered a bit before smiling. "Deal! But you have to pay attention to it, 'kay?", you fired back to which he begrudgingly agreed. You beamed, excitedly patting at the spot next to you. Sigma crouched down, folding his legs criss-cross applesauce next to you as you pressed play on the remote. You placed your head on his arm with excitement bubbling inside you. The theme song started to play with Popee and Kedamono appearing on screen. 'Let's hope this passed by soon', he thought as his eyes landed on the TV.

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The episode ended when Ghost Popee threw his halo on the ground, repeatedly stomped on it before throwing the knife towards Kedamono. It bounced off the wall and flew towards his ghost, thus killing him once more. The outro began to play as everything became black. Shortly after, the television cut off. "Alright, Y/n. It's time for bed", Sigma putted the remote down on the table.

Hearing no reply from you, he darted his eyes towards you to find that you were already fast asleep using his arm as a pillow. He blinked before his eyes softened. ". . .", slowly, he reached over and placed you on his lap. He stood up with you in his arms. Sigma walked through the living room and passed the kitchen, already heading towards your room. Upon arriving in front of your room, he maneuvered your body in his arms before his hand came in contact with the doorknob.

Twisting it to the side, he pushed the door opened and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He glanced around your room as he walked towards your bed. Gently, he lowered his body to the mattress, letting your body touched the bed. Your face scrunched up, but your eyes made no movement of fluttering open. He placed a panda plushie in your arms to which you immediately clung onto much to his amusement. Placing a blanket over you and properly tucking you in, he brushed the hair strands from your face. A smile graze his lips. "Goodnight, little one", he muttered before standing up and leaving your room.

As soon as he closed the door, he returned back to the living room. He glanced at the clock which displayed '10:46'. His gaze narrowed as his mind shifted to his fellow co-workers. 'They should've been back by now', he wondered. 'Although this matter was about their daughter. I don't think they would take lightly about potential enemies lingering around waiting to kidnapped Y/n', he concluded. He knew these two were unpredictable. The clown was easily buoyant about freedom while the rat manipulated from afar; with these two working together for the sakes of their daughter, it was bound there will be bloodshed.

"I just hope Nikolai won't be cover in blood by the time they arrive back", Sigma muttered with an annoyed expression. He remembered when the clown appeared out of nowhere in his office covered in fresh blood. Consequently, it made the poor casino owner's head spinned due to the potent copper smell. As he sighed, he decided it would be a good time to at least tidy up the living room. Fixing the pillows and throwing away candy wrappers, he made sure to vacuum the crumbs from the carpet before taking a much deserved break for himself.

He fell back on the couch with his two toned hair swaying across the cushions. He was tired no exhausted by this point. Looking after a child who certainly had some of Nikolai's antics and Fyodor's negotiation skills was more draining then having all the pressure put on him by his staff. He placed his arm over his eyes as he finally begins to rest. 'I'll take a small nap...', he thought as he got comfy on the couch.

His vision become blurred as sleepiness took in effect. He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath before he slept away. That was until....

"Hello!!!", a loud voice rang in his ear. Quickly, Sigma sat up with his layered hair cascading down his cheeks. A few strands popped out as he blinked, trying to process what just happened. His eyes were set on the clown man whose sharp teeth was shimmering underneath the lights. The casino owner flinched and swung his legs off the couch.

Nikolai smirked, pulling away from the annoyed man. "Seems like babysitting our маленький голубь exhausted even you! My my, we should've warned you earlier, right Fedya?", his visible eye landed on his husband who was currently taking off his shoes. "I gave him a list of things regarding our daughter", his thick Russian voice reached the mens' ears. "Surely you followed them", purple eyes wandered to the poor white, lavender haired man.

Sweat dripped down his forehead before he cleared his throat. "Don't worry, I made sure to follow everything on the list", Sigma reassured the Russian man. Silence lingered as Fyodor hummed in respone. "Very well", he muttered, walking passed Sigma. Nikolai could only snickered as he quickly catched up to his husband. When the door leading to their bedroom shut closed, Sigma let out a sigh of relief as he sat back down on the couch with his hand pushing back the hair that was falling from his forehead. "What has my life become...", he muttered. For a few minutes, he sat there motionless but eventually he got up to turn off all the lights and fall back to sleep on the couch.

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"But Fedya! I wanna see our daughter", a whine came out of Nikolai's mouth. Out of his cirus ringmaster attire, he wore a plain shirt and shorts. His usual long braid was now down with his long white hair cascading down his shoulders. The card mask that covered his right eye was removed, revealing an emerald eye beneath. He slouched with his legs crossed on the bed; his elbow rested on his knee as he cupped his cheek with his cheek.

Behind him was Fyodor who was dressed in his night attire. His white ushanka was gone which showed off his purple-ish, black hair. Fingers ran through Nikolai's hair. "No, Koyla. Our daughter is asleep", the Russian man asserted which made the Ukrainian man pouted. He slouched more with his palm pushed further against his cheek making his skin stretched up more. Fyodor continued to brush the clown's hair still ignoring the whines and pleads from the man in front of him. "You're no fun", he mumbled, still pouting. Fyodor didn't speak as he continued to fix Nikolai's hair.

After a few minutes, the dark haired man gently grabbed the long white hair before tying it into a low ponytail. Still upset by his husband's answer, Nikolai puffed out his chest before taking his hair out of Fyodor's hand and started braiding his hair. He blinked before standing up to turn off the lights. Darkness soon engulfed the room as soon as Fyodor flipped the light switch down. By then, the clown already had the covers draped over him. The demon Fyodor lay down next to the white haired man with his back facing him. Immediately, he felt strong arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him against Nikolai's chest. Behind him, the clown nuzzled his face into his husband's dark hair.

"Good night, Koyla", Fyodor muttered which caused Nikolai to nuzzled his face more into his hair. "Night, Fedya", the white haired man responded. And soon slow breaths emerged from each other as sleep took over them, embracing them into a dreamless slumber.

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Meanwhile, you happily slumbered away in your room. Your hair sprayed across your pillow with your panda plushie still engulfed in your arms. Tranquility painted across your face as you encountered a sweet dream in that head of yours. Suddenly, an orange portal appeared beneath your sleeping fugure, making you fall inside with your panda plushie and blanket coming along.

Your fall was cushioned by strong arms and a comfy mattress. Feeling something was off, your eyes fluttered open. A low groan escaped your mouth as you lazily rubbed your eyes, trying to adjust your vision. A familiar cheeky laughter lingered which draw your attention. "Is my sleepy bird waking up now?", immediately, you blinked your sleepiness away as you glanced up. Above you was your dad who worn a predator like smile. "папа!", you exclaimed with a huge smile plastered on your face.

Your small arms extended towards the white haired man who instantly engulfed your small built with his arms. "Oh how I missed you! So so so so much!", he whined, nuzzling his cheek against your hair. You laughed as you leaned against him. Soon, he attacked your face with kisses making you screamed in excitement. "папа! Stop it!", your father just continued his relentless affection.

"So this is why you got up", a Russian voice emerged, causing Nikolai and you to freeze. Immediately, a white fabric engulfed your small figure as you got pulled back. Adjusting your vision, you realized you were shield behind your dad's cape. "Hm? What are you talking about, Fedya?", he mused, covering up his mouth with his hand. He faked a perplexed expression which made your lips twitched into a smile. The blanket shuffle with the bed squeaking when someone turned over. Purple eyes gazed into the heterochromia eyes.

A hand reached over the cape and pulled the cape off to reveal you curled up into a ball like a small kitten. A cheeky smile emerged on your face. "отец!", you squeaked before latching yourself to your father. He staggered for a minute, surprised by your sudden hug before patting your back. "Hello, little one", he muttered in a soft tone. You smiled before cuddling in your father's arms. "Hi, father!", you muttered in his chest. A ghost smile emerged on his face as he cradled you more.

Nikolai's heterochromia eyes softened as he stared at his cute family. It's been a while since a cute moment like this. Both of them have been caught up with work to the point where you were either watched by Sigma or Fukichi with his Hunting Dogs. But now, they finally see you again after a few days.

His strong arms reached over to his husband and his daughter and pulled them into his chest. You squeaked before you rested between Fyodor and Nikolai's arms. The Russian carefully adjusted the blanket over you as the Ukrainian's arms were secured around you and his husbands in a firm embrace. You happily nuzzled yourself in your head with your head on your papa's chest.

"Rest now, маленький голубь", Fyodor gently muttered. You wanted to protest, yearning to stay up longer to hang out with your dads, but your vision began to fade. Your eyes became droopy once Nikolai patted your head. "We'll be here once you came. Then, we can play all the games you want!", your papa said. You blinked as you looked up at him. "Pinky Promise?", you whispered. He nodded as he hold his pinky finger out. "Pinky Promise", you smiled before locking your pinky with his.

Pulling your pinky away, you yawned as you made yourself comfortable between your dads. Nikolai hummed a familiar song that make your eyes more droopy. It was The Dream Passes by the Window, one of your favorite songs. "Love you...", you muttered, clutching Fyodor's shirt before you drifted back to sleep. "We love you too, маленький голубь", you heard your papa's word which filled you with happiness. You succumbed into a deep slumber with your two favorite people in the world.

Nikolai gradually ceased the humming once you were asleep. His heterochromia eyes landed on his husband who was watching you sleep. The Ukrainian cupped his husband's cheek. "Aw look at you. Such an amazing отец", he cooed. Fyodor closed his eyes, enjoying how soft Nikolai's hands are despite how much blood stained his hands. "We should go to sleep, Koyla", he said, opening his eyes to look at him. Nikolai pouted at the lack of response he received; nonetheless, he complied as he removed his hand from his cheek. "Fine...", he muttered, slowly moving to get himself comfortable.

Once that was done, he glanced over at Fydor. He pressed his lips against his cheek. "I love your, Fedya!", he beams, showing off his sharp teeth. "Love you too, Koyla", he said which made Nikolai even more happy. He wrapped an arm over Fyodor and you, swiftly pulling the both of you in his chest. A few minutes passed by, and you all were asleep. Silence lingered in the room with minor noises of movements occurring. Even though your dads don't spend a lot of time with you, this one moment overshadowed your loneliness as it signified how much love they had for you.

Acquanited to friends

Before the whole lovely dovey shenanigans and getting together, you and Raiden started off as closed off co-workers who would simply nod heads whenever y'all cross paths.

You were the assistant of Doktor who recently was transferred to Maverick Security Consulting Inc. (MSC) to check up on Raiden's status and health and ensure his body functioned properly before he was sent off on a mission.

It was more effective like this as Raiden wouldn't have to constantly go back and forth to Doktor since he has you now to check up on him.

Eventually, one day he'll end up with his wires short circulating which hindered his right hand, thus requesting your assistance.

So here you were, fixing the wires that connects to his hand from behind him. It wasn't that bad since you had a prior knowledge of Raiden's body and which wires meant what (Thanks to Doktor of course).

It was awkward. The two of y'all never really interacted unless it was a check up once a week but even then, that was standard procedure for cyborgs.

With sparks of wires connecting and screws tightening up, it at least soothe the awkwardness.

Eventually, you'll be the one to start the conversation in hopes of easing the tension between y'all.

"Are you okay?", you asked, averting your eyes back on his face. The cyborg's single blue eye suddenly blinked, darting back on your face. "Um yes, I'm fine", his rasp voice echoed in the quiet lab. You hummed in knowledgment before averting your attention back on his robotic arm. You analyze the various wires, making a few adjustments here and there, and placing them in their according circuits. The claws of Raiden's left hand subconsciously tapped along the pristine counter.

"So...how did Dok made you his assistant? You know he's kinda picky", he inquired, trying to break the awkward silence. Hearing your boss's name, a small smile tugged the corners of your lips. "Well he kinda brought me along when he saw me scavenging left arms of cybrogs", you chuckled at the silly story of meeting your future boss in such predicament.

Raiden laughed along side you, seemingly please with the rather summarized story. "Yep. That seems like him", he pulled his head back, letting his spikey, platinum blond hair flowed behind him. The palpable tension between you two gradually faltered when you begin to socialize. Perhaps this is will be a new start...

After that little fix up, you begin to talk to him. Whether if it's was passing by in the hallways and saying your hellos to him or talking about random stuff while making some repairs for him to ease the silence.

Usually you'll be the one to start up the conversation as Raiden is nervous of talking to you, distracted by his thoughts.

Bingo! A beautiful friendship blossomed!

Whenever Raiden is on a mission, he'll end up calling you on the codec whether if it's to gather valuable information or to joke with you while being in enemy's territory (he enjoys talking to you).

Eventually the small talks and quality time changed something within Raiden. He yearns for your time, to listen to you yap while he listen, or just to even see you in the headquarters.

He was confused with this revelation; he wasn't use to such emotions let alone for someone else.

Just know for the past weeks, Raiden was slowly avoiding you in order to sort his feelings.

On missions just hearing your name made Raiden staggered, unfocused which didn't go unnoticed by Kevin and Doktor.

Doktor will be concern about this, obvious to connect the pieces together whereas Kevin will be chuckling at this, teasing Raiden about it.

"Raiden! Are you okay? Your heart is exceeling off the charts when I mentioned Y/n-", the codec bluntly shut off when Raiden blocked the end of Doktor's camera feed. His pale cheeks were flushed in a hue of red. He could hear his heart relentlessly pound through his ears, making him squinted his eyes. The gears within his cybrog body started grinding against each gear, sparking a friction.

He took a deep breath, trying to maintain control of his body. 'No need to think about...', his mind stopped with an image of you flashing in his head. He groaned, muttered something underneath his breath before his cool facade emerge on his face. Shouts from within the base averted his attention back on the mission. He reach for his sword, gripping it as he prepare himself for battle.

It got so bad that you had to confront him about it while you were giving the usual check up on Raiden. You had to lock the door, secure the windows, and even block out any calls from the codec and phone just so you could properly talk to him.

At first, Raiden was brushing your concern aside, deeming it as just paranoia. But with you pointing out his willingness to avoid you for the weeks.

He remained quiet for a good minute. He could feel his heart gradually hammered against his chest as if trying to burst out and show you his love.

Reluctantly, he confessed his reasons. From the friendship to the crush he developed for you.

Poor dude was stammering on his sentence with his pale cheeks coated in red.

It seems luck was on his side as you accepted his love which made Raiden feel a myriad of emotions: astonishment, confusion, overjoyed, and ecstatic.

Despite doubt and concern creeping into his mind, a sense of hope siezed those negative thoughts. Whatever the future had for him, you will be by his side, supporting him no matter what. That realization made the ends of his upper lip curved into a small smile. Maybe the future wouldn't be that bad with you by his side...

Friends to lovers

Things between you and Raiden were slow. It took a while for Raiden to open up, let himself become comfortable around you. A relationship like this was new to him, so he didn't know how to act around you.

He was still shy, kept his hands to himself and never engaged in the lovely dovey gestured couples do.

So you can expect PDA was out of the door.

Still, you were patient with him. You refrain from your touches, only touching him when he allows you to or if it's reassuring him. Even if he seemed to yearn for it, you always ask him, fully respecting his boundaries (Respecting boundaries is so hot).

With your patient, assuring nature, he gradually became comfortable with your physical touches. Hell, he began to reciprocate his feelings for you.

Whenever he's yearning for you, he'll ask for your consent to engage in intimate gestures like hugs, holding hands, and even kissing.

He developed a need for your attention, your touch, your love. Expect him to appear by your side out of nowhere whether if you were at home or even at work.

He'll always visit your in your office or lab whenever he had free time or wanted to spend time with you. (He'll go as far as to falsely report he's experiencing malfunctions in his cybrog body).

PDA will be kept to a minimum as he's still shy about being lovely dovey around you in front of people. Holding hands and words of affirmation are fine with him, but kisses and hugs? A big no for him (Okay sometimes he'll allow you).

Behind close doors, he'll happily show his love to you. Spending time watching trashy TV shows to cuddling up your side and pressing kisses on your forehead was how y'all would spend your times together.

His love language is acts of service and words of affirmation with bits of physical touch.

Whenever it comes to cuddling, Raiden would be in his civilian form just so it'll be more comfortable for you to sleep. Depending on his mood, the way he cuddled is affected.

After a long day of work, he'll find the need to hold you in his arms. As you lay on his chest nuzzling away in his shirt, he'll play with your hand, intertwining his fingers through your locks (Fortunately his robobtic claws are deactivated in this form or else that would be a disaster).

Y'all would watch a cheesy romcom movie which has Raiden very invested in for some apparent reason, but it's cute to see him so focus in this silly movie.

Throughout some nights, Raiden will move around, experiencing a nightmare so please gently wake him up and comfort him.

He'll end up in your arms, nuzzling his face into your chest. He calms down when you're whispering sweet nothings in his ear as you play with his hair.

I could see him getting a day off of work just to spend the entire day getting a beauty treatment with you.

"Hold still", you muttered, tilting your boyfriend's head to the side. He muttered something about how cold it was before complying with your demand. Today was an off day for the two of you which was surprising considering the demanding positions you two held in MSC. Raiden was in his civilian form with the slightly darker lines etched along the ends of his lips to parts of his limbs and body, implying he was indeed a cyborg in disguise.

A pink headband pushed his platinum blond bangs back, allowing you to apply the green face mask on his face. A white robe concealed his body which was identical to yours. "And...there! All done", you mused, pulling away from him. Oh man, if your co-workers ever saw this, they're definitely be baffled for weeks. Opening his eyes, he slowly sit up with his back straight against the armchair. "Thanks", he said which made you smile. When you noticed he was going to get up, you immediately gripped his shoulders, pushing him back to the armchair.

"Oh no you don't! We're not finished yet", you playfully remarked. Your grip told him everything he needed to know, and he leaned back. You quickly fetched the some sliced up cucumbers which made him give you an unamused look. "What?", you sauntered towards him, raising your eyebrow.

"Cucumbers? You know I don't need it, right?", he stated but you quickly interjected. "Shhh, pretty boy. You've been working too much and eyebags are forming underneath your eyes", you pointed out, sitting right next to him. "So lay down and let me tend to you properly", Raiden rolled his eyes but leaned against the armchair. He shutted his eyes, letting the darkness engulfed his vision.

You placed the cold, moist cucumbers on his closed eyes. Your hands traveled towards his head, soothingly scratching his blond hair. A sigh of relief escaped his mouth as he pulled his head back. As you ran your fingers through his hair, you spotted a speck of grey strands. Your eyes softened as your eyebrows knitted together; stress has been catching up to him.

"You okay?", his voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You blinked then again before peering down at him. There you noticed he lifted one of the cucumbers, shining his right eye up at you. Ah, he must've noticed you stopped scratching his hair. "Yeah, sorry. Just thinking about something", you reassured him. He gave you a doubtful look.

You playfully scoffed at this. "Oh don't go giving me that look!", you leaned down, getting close to his face. You bop him in the nose clearly startling him. "And did I tell you to take the cucumber off? No", you mused, ushering Raiden to close his right eyes again. He obliged, not wanting to pry more into your conflicted thoughts. This was supposed to be a relaxing spa day with you with no troublesome thoughts plaguing your mind.

When you pulled your fingers back from his face, he immediately grabbed your wrist. You spared a glance down at him. "Stay with me please", he muttered. Your eyes softened as a small smile tugged the corners of your lips. "Of course, dear", you rested along side him. You placed cucumbers over your eyes as you lay back against your seat. Quiet breaths lingered in the air with a tranquil melody playing in the background. Today will be a full on spa day for the two of you.

Oh please this man will always have his nails painted in a creamy, white nail polish almost every week.

Whenever it's chipped during missions, you applied another coat no matter what (Sometimes Sunny will help out if she's visiting!).

He always forget to take care of himself, so you always remind him. Crusty upper lip? Boom, he has lip balm in an extra compartment in his suit. Lack of sleep? He's always gets called to your lab just for him to rest. Haven't ate? There's already a row of plates on the table waiting for him.

Just know his body will be shiny to the point it even distracts the enemies and it's all thanks to you! You always polished his cybrog body every morning whenever he's in your lab.

Since you're technically supposed to be checking up his body, you'll implement some features such as a heater if case of some cuddling sessions or....something more 🤭 (I'll leave that to your thoughts).

You want a dog? Bam! Congrats, y'all have Blade Wolf as your pet /hj.

It was a compromise the two of you agree with since having a dog right now will provide a challenge due to your demanding jobs. So here's Wolf serving as your guard dog whenever he's dropped by your lab (Wolf loves you so much and is greatly for both you and Raiden).

If such thing were to happen, Raiden would want a Borzoi for some reason. He claims they're cute and most likely discovered their existence through Sunny showing him dog videos.

When you discovered his alter ego, Jack the Ripper, during one of his missions, you were...baffled, confused about everything. I mean, Raiden told you bits of his past; him growing as a child soldier and being raise as a killing machine was surely not suited for a child.

Fortunately, you calm down his alter ego just enough that he'll stop shedding bloodshed for a good minute or two.

And boy, Jack the Ripper was the opposite of your sweet boyfriend. Ruthless, blood thirsty, and derange. He threatened to kill you in a teasing (or really?) way but goodness, that made you stay away from him for a good while (whenever the ripper was out).

But eventually, the ripper calms down a very slim bit and assures you he won't do anything to ya since y'know he's apart of Raiden.

He's pretty chill around you surprising, although he'll rant about Raiden and you in a positive....negative...neutral way? It just depends on his mood.

Jack the Ripper seems fussy if you don't really acknowledge him which makes him take drastic methods to get your attention. Sneaking kisses, breaking messing with your equipment, whatever just to get your attention. (But he means well....I think).

Despite all of that, Raiden as a whole loves you no matter what. He will do anything for you in a heartbeat, putting you on top of his priorities.

You changed him for the better, and he's forever in debt to you. He vowed to do whatever just for you to be happy.

Getting every nook and cranny of her teeth, she gathered water into a small cup, raising it to her lips. She tooked a gulp of water, swirling and gargling the water mixed with the toothpaste before spitting the fluid out. Then, filling her palms with the lukewarm water, she washed her face, relinquishing the sudden warmth. The faucet turned, shutting the water off. With her eyes closed, she fiddled her fingers around, trying to feel where she left her towel at. Upon reaching the area she left it at, her fingers didn't made any contact with the soft material.

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'...That's weird. I thought I put it here', you thought, finally opening your eyes. You ignored the wetness that was drenched on your face in favor of searching for your towel. Your e/c eyes stared at the marble countertop, blinking in confusion as the realization caught up to you. The towel where you originally placed it at was missing, making you utterly perplexed. "...Huh..?", you mumbled, standing there.

You were sure you placed it there; there was no way it disappeared! Unless if it was–. As if you finally caught on about the mysterious disappearance of your towel, a voice called behind you. "Why hello little dove! How is my favorite girl doin'?", an eccentric voice inquired. Turning around, you were greeted with your papa, Nikolai bending down at your height. His visible bluish grey eye pierced directly into your e/c eyes, seemingly staring into your soul.

"папа..?", you said his name which earn you a bigger smile. Frenzied, exotic laughter erupted from his lips, sharp teeth made its appearance. "Bingo! That's me", he cheered, still staring straight at you without blinking. His smile etched further on his face, stretching across cheeks until it finally reached its limit. The two of you maintained eye contact, not breaking it at all as if the two of y'all were cats quietly sneaking up upon your prey.

Silence loomed over the two of you until you decided to break it. "What are you doing here?", you asked, finally blinking which made you lose the game the two of you were silently engaged in. Hearing your question, your papa swiftly stand back up in a dramatic way. "Oh poor me! My own daughter doesn't want to see me, how utterly terrible! You don't care about your dear old dad? Who could've raise such monster", he whined, placing his hands over his heart as he wore a crestfallen expression.

"Eh? No! I mean–What are you doing back home early? You and отец were busy with Uncle Sigma and Grandpa with something", you mentioned. Immediately, Nikolai's expression shifted into a beaming one. "Well we're finished now! So come on and let's play some games. Ooo, how about Go Fish, Patty Cake? Or how about Stab the Jester? It's your favorite!", he sprouted game suggestions. Your papa was big on the idea of games, after all kids your age were supposed to enjoy their youth so here comes the introduction of games! Although, they all have his own little spin of his twisted mind especially that last one but we don't talk about that! That's for later.

Your eyes sparkled, practically beaming at the idea of playing your favorite game, Stabbing the Jester. You wished you could played but unfortunately, one you had school tomorrow and two you still have to find your lost towel. Giving your papa a sad smile, you slowly shook your head which made him have a confused look. His daughter never turned down his amazing ideas so why now?

"Sorry papa, but I have school tomorrow. You know, father will scold me and you if he catches us playing games this late at night", you explained, giving him an apologetic look. It was true, your father was strict and stern when it came to your studies, wanting you to sleep early and study to exceed your brilliant intelligence further. It was a significant contrast to your papa who was the whimsical, quirky parent that spoils their child rotted. "Ugh who cares what Fedya said? We'll keep it a secret, pinky promise!", he proposed, lifting his pinky and wiggling it in the air, eagerly encouraging you to entangled your pinky with his. As tempting as it was, you still didn't want to face your father's wrath.

Still, you shook your head which made Nikolai pouted, his eyes narrowing at your declination. "No thanks, I don't wanna deal with father's punishment. Besides I need to find my towel...", you gazed around, trying to search for your towel. Hearing that you were looking for your towel, Nikolai's face suddenly faltered into a cheeky, evil smirk. His teeth flashed at you as a glint of anticipation and excitement glimmered in his bluish eye. Uh oh. Before you could speak, he cuts you off with a big grin.

"Quiz time!", those two words made you mentally groaned to yourself. If he's doing one of his quiz, that means he has an answer to it. "Where do you think you put your towel at?", he inquired, putting his pinky finger down. He brought his hands behind his back, letting his black and white cape draped over him. A mischievous expression formed on his face, tugging his lips into a big smile. "It was on the counter but it's gone...so that means y-", before you could finished, your papa interrupted you.

"Ding Ding Ding! Did you say I used my ability? Well you're indeed correct my маленький ангел!", he spoiled the answer out of his own excitement that was surging within him. You sighed, already fed up with his antics. Glancing up at him, you gave him a look which made him chuckled. Nikolai was amused by your behavior; he wanted to spend time with you right now since he was practically gone by the moment you woke up because the Decay of Angels had a meeting all of a sudden. So, he'll do whatever it is to keep you and himself entertain, even if that meant preventing you from getting sleep.

You were about to ask him to give it back when you felt something soft patting your cheek. Averting your eyes to your right, you saw an orange portal with Nikolai's dark magenta glove grasping the towel. He gently wiped your wet face with slow strokes as if you were a delicate kitten. You noticed your papa's visible eye softened with a look of content and love swirling in them. It was a rare sight to see your papa like this, deep in a trance while gently taking care of you like any good parent would for their kids.

After he dried your face, he bop your nose, shooting a wink at you which made you giggle. He deactivated his ability, placing the towel back on the counter. Briskly, he scooped you into his arms, lifting you and tossing you up in the air. High pitched squeals and laughter escaped from you when you were latched in the air. As he threw you up in the air, he skillfully and efficiently moved out of the bathroom and into your bedroom while tossing you up and down like a ragdoll. It was a normal occurrence for you and your papa; yeah it wasn't ideal and was dangerous for numerous reasons but if you're happy and having fun, then he'll continued toss you in the air just for you to be a free bird spreading its wings and soaring through the air. This process repeated for some time, disturbing your sleep schedule.

It seems like that high pitched noises and laughter drawn another person's presence. Footsteps stride towards your bedroom with precise, fluent movement. A pale hand grasped your doorknob, turning it to the side before opening it fully. I guess the fits of excitement drowned the noise of someone coming in. "Y/n. Koyla", a monotone voice made you and your papa directed y'all's gaze towards the man standing by the doorway. Instantly, Nikolai stopped throwing you in the air, still carrying you in his arms. A surprised gaze washed over his face as your hands clutched your papa's two-toned jacket. Your heart skipped a beat, sweat dripped down your brow as you stared at your father in a look that children gave to their parents when they did something wrong.

Sharp, dark purple eyes glared at you, making you shy away from him. You buried your face into your papa's clothes, wrinkling his attire greatly. "Nikolai, why are you pestering our child with your foolish antics? It's passed her bed time", his thick Russian accent accentuate his sterness. His husband just blinked at his words, slightly pouting at his serious partner; readjusting you in his arms, he made sure you weren't fully looking at your father. "But Fedya! It's only 9:30 pm, and I haven't seen my favorite dove at all! Just let us have some father-daughter time for a bit", he whined, drastically swaying his body from side to side. Fydor just stared, unfazed by his actions or whiny voice. This was the man he choose to married...so of course he'll be used to his tomfoolery.

"No. She has school tomorrow", your father begins to sauntered towards you two. His long coat fell behind him with each stride he took. He gave Nikolai a look, but Nikolai still had you in his arms, refusing to give you to him. Your father sighs at the stubborn man. "Koyla, do you want her to be sleepy in class?", he asked, making him pondered. Eventually, he slowly shook his head no. Yes he was a deranged man but he still cared about your health! You were just a small dove, having lack of sleep could possibly hindered your performance of soaring through the sky, something he greatly feared. Finally acknowledging defeat, he gazed back at you, pulling your face off from his wrinkled buttoned up jacket.

"Ah I guess you're right, having a sleepy bird wouldn't be so good now will it? So it's time to return back to the nest for some proper rest!", he exclaimed with a smile returning back to his face. Nikolai carried you to your bed, ready to place you down and tuck you in, but your father interfered. "Koyla, you should go. I'll tuck her to bed", he asserted. Hearing his words, Nikolai felt shock that Fyodor suggested such thing; I mean, he should tuck you in, clearly he's the better parent when it came to "sleeping"....Or so he claims, in fact he isn't the ideal person of tucking a small child to bed without telling some stories that will leave them up at night.

"Eh, why not?! I'm perfectly capable of putting her to sleep!", he pulls you futher into his embrace, refusing to let you go. Of course he'll be on the offense side right now. "Remember the last time you tuck her into bed? You told her a story that made her have nightmares for a few days. She was forced to sleep in our room. I won't let that happen again", Fyodor's remark made Nikolai shot a glare at him.

"Hey it was funny!". "Not to her though".

You knew that your papa will go back and forth with your father over this small issue, so you tugged on his jacket, causing him to averted his attention to you. "Papa, I want отец to tuck me to bed", your comment made Nikolai sulk. You wanted your father more than him? Haha! What a funny joke...right? "Oh how cruel of you! You just broke my heart into millions of pieces! Such a ferocious mouth you have. So you would rather hang out with your father than me?", he begins his drama cries, hoping you'll fall for it. Unfortunately for him, you were so smart for your age that the guilt tripping didn't fazed you. "No, I didn't say that. I just want father to tucked me to bed", you clarified, earning you a huff. "Fine...But just know I'm getting you out of school early tomorrow!", he declared, staring directly at you which made you smiled a bit. "No Nik-". "Alright папа! Let's play tons of games tomorrow!", you beamed in excitement with the thought of getting picked up early.

Fyodor wanted to say no, but with the two of y'all already chatting about plans tomorrow, he decided to let this slide just this once. His eyes still remained on his husband, urging him to say his goodbyes just so they could talk alone. Seeing his husband's hidden message, Nikolai quickly tossed you up in the air one last time before pulling you into a bone crushing embrace which made it harder for you to breath. Sensing the sudden lack of air you had, he loosen his clutches around you. "Ah goodnight my little angel! Sleep tight and let song birds drifted you to sleep", with his final goodnight, he ruffles your hair a bit before giving you to your father. He gave one more look at his loving family before exiting out of the room leaving you two alone.

You were now in your father's arms, glancing up at him with a glimpse of wonder and nervousness shining in your eyes. Dark purple eyes stared back at you as his grip around him was gentle compare to your papa's. You wanted to say something but couldn't because of your thoughts blaring and tainting your mind with negativity about your father's disappointment of not following his words. As if he knew the internal conflict stirring within you, he spoke up. "It's alright, маленький ангел", he reassured you, slowly placing you down on the soft mattress. He pulled the blanket over you, letting the new found warmth consumed you. Still, you felt bad that you went against your father's words. Your eyes were glue on the dark red blanket, fingers firmly gripping the cozy material.

"...I know but still. I could've told papa I was heading to bed, instead I gotten distract", your mouse like voice made him hum. You didn't get an instant response from your father which made you more tense. Will he have an outburst just like others before when you didn't follow their orders?...No, you shouldn't think about them, they didn't matter now. You have father and papa now and that's all that matters, you're safe.

"Like I said, it's alright. There's no need to fret over something minor like that. You're just a child. I don't expect you to be sharp with your time", he raised his hand and carefully patted your head. The unexpected affection made you staggered, unable to process what just happen. You calmed your breaths, letting yourself relaxed at the sudden weight bestowed on your head. It felt nice to endured, experienced even especially since your father wasn't a man who displayed affection often. His reassureness and touch seemingly eased you down enough that your worries begin to leisurely slip away from your mind and heart.

"However, that doesn't mean I'll let this slide though", he reprimanded which you expected. Your father was the strictest out of your family, but he means well; he has his own way of showing that he cares and one of them was being strict. "You'll be accompanying me after school. There you will write and speak in Russian as well as Ukrainian and you must perform them in front of me. Do you understand?", his expression never faltered from his neutral look. He maintained his respectful composure and spoke in a professional, authoritative manner that accentuated his place as a parent.

You listened with keen ears, indulging his words carefully. "Mhm, I understand, father", you muttered with a small nod. Finally, you spared a glimpse at your father's dark purple eyes. It was refreshing seeing him again; the calm voids of his eyes made you feel better. His eyes told so much more than his words and body language. Concern clouded his eyes, yet his body posture was straight and firm as if nothing happened. The phrase, "Eyes don't lie", truly can described who your father was.

"Y/n, I'm not angry at you", he adds again, hoping those words go through that thick skull of yours. "You went along with Koyla's antics because you missed him. You missed us and I apologize for not spending much time with you lately", he brushed the strands away from your face so he could see your expression. Your eyes shot opened with your lips agape. At first, you couldn't speak due to this but alas, words finally spilled from your mouth. "It's okay, отец. Work has been keeping you and papa busy", you said.

You never knew what your dads did for work as it wasn't your business. Although, you visit their supposed based before and sat in your father's lap as he did some stuff on his computer. Sometimes, your grandpa will take you away and make the Hunting Dogs watched you while he and your family do some...work. "How about I'll take you to one of those new cafe that recently opened up? The one you keep pestering us about", he asked which made you immediately deepen your gaze on him. "REALLY!? You'll take me?", you tossed the blanket off of you, now sitting up on your knees. Eyes sparkled in anticipation, waiting for his answer.

Chuckles erupted from him due to your outburst. "Of course. It'll be you and I. I'll sent Koyla to do something with Sigma", he said, making you more excited. It looked like you were about to burst any minute with enthusiasm fueling your body. "But you need to go to sleep. You have school tomorrow", being reminded of school, you sulked. You didn't want to go to that dreadful place with a bunch of average kids; you were much better than them evident to your straight A's on your report cards and test. You wanted to hang out with your family, but it looks like that was only possible after school and on weekends. Oh well, at least you were gonna be having much fun with your parents this week!

Fyodor begins to tuck you in again much to your disappointment. The clock on your wall read 9:42, about a good 12 minutes has passed since your small scolding happened. When your Russian father pulled the blacket over your small body, he was about to leave when your fingers gripped his white shirt. "Hm? What is it?", he looked back at you with a confused look. "Can you read me a bed time story...?", you gave him your best puppy dog eyes. "But it's passed your bed time-". "Pleassssseeee", you pleaded, still tugging on his shirt relentlessly. With a sigh, he turned around, sauntering back towards you.

This action made your lips curled upwards. You let go of his shirt, pulling the blanket further on you. Fyodor headed towards your book shelf, scanning at each book before landing on one of them that caught his eye. He pulled it out, staring at the cover as he walked back towards you. Pulling out a chair, he sat down in a close yet far away distance. "Is this good?", he showed you the book. You observed the book with wonder and interest and with a smile, you nod.

Getting a confirmation, he read off the title and author, crediting them before opening the book. Soon, the once quiet air was filled with a thick Russian accent. The way he pronounced each words gave a calming effect as if soothing you to sleep. Flipping through page after page, he read each line with clarity and sharpness. His quiet yet soothing voice was making you droopy. You felt yourself gradually shifting back and forth to the dream world and the real world. Alas, your eyelids touched each other, making your eyelashes act like closed gates. Small snores escaped your mouth and you finally succumb to a deep slumber.

And as soon as your father said those fairytale words, you were completely knock out. You nuzzled against your blanket, seeking its warmth with great possessiveness. Fyodor's lips twitched into a small smile; he closed the book, standing up before returning the book back onto its original position on the shelf. He slide the chair back to its place by your table, and he loomed over you. Seeing how peaceful and innocent you look, a soft, tender glint glimmered in his eyes. You were just a child after all of this, a child in this God forsaken world. After everything that happened to you, you still acted like a child regardless of your past.

He swore he'll changed this world by completing his goal: a world without ability users. He will carried out God's will and fulfilled his dream to ensure his daughter's innocence and prevent losing his husband. Bending down, he kissed your forehead before reciting a little prayer to you. He stood up, fixing up your blanket to make sure you were warm enough. He strolled towards the door, hands already on the doorknob. He took one last glimpse at your sleeping figure. "Goodnight, маленький ангел", he muttered, turning the lights off before exiting out of your room and closing the door behind him.

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Merry Christmas y'all! Hope you all are having an amazing Christmas! And if yall don't celebrate it, then Happy Holidays! ^ ^

I just wanted to write something Bungo Stray Dogs related as I'm getting back into this silly show/manga. (Please I just wanted to do something platonic and fluff bc of the latest chapters occurring in the bsd manga 🥲)

Doesn't know whether he should be offend you call his precious handguns cheap toys or be aroused by your voice and the way you sway your body around as if you were some kind of succubus

Definitely used a sort of pick up line after the battle but it will be so bad that the only sound you could hear were crickets. (Dante is trying his best y'all, he's just nervous and messed up)

Surprisingly, the two of you kept meeting up whenever there was trouble brewing between you and the Angel of Paradiso

These meetings lead to a mutual understanding between y'all, building a shocking good friendship that soon blossom into a beautiful romance between a half hybrid and an Umbre Witch

Be prepare to let this man be all over you because he is TOUCH-STRAVED. Will be hugging and cuddling you for hours and won't let go. At least you got yourself a nice teddy bear! (He's the little spoon)

He'll be completely in awe whenever you're fighting. The way your figure danced and the seductive suggestions you make stirs something within him

He will be caught off guard if you're summoning your demon contracts like Gomorrah or Madame Butterfly, because your bodysuit disappeared and a swirl of h/c hair surrounds your naked body, covering your private parts while leaving your gloves, shoes, and watch visible

He got turned on at the mere sight of your almost bare body.

Finds out your bodysuit is just your hair which makes him wonder the logic behind it, in the end, his brain got fried by the complexity of it

Will definitely want to make a demon contract with you just so he can appear whether if it's dealing with a Beloved and Fortuna or just having smexy time with you

Loves dancing with you! You matched his flamboyant, outgoing personality and style. Hell, y'all be dancing while fighting Grace and Glory along with some demons like Abyss and a Queen Empusa (Like when Cereza summoned Rodin and they danced)

The two of you will definitely trade weapons. You'll use Cerburus while he'll use Shuraba

Will give you a ride on his motorcycle, Cavaliere and have a joy ride and showing off the places and scenery Redgrave has to offer

Expect the dates to somewhat be cheap but filled with love and care put into it. On your first date, he found a nice, peaceful scenery by the woods and order pizza with two bottles of red wine

His bills will sometimes be pay by you because you be making that money like that (We love a girl boss 🤞). He always (50/50 chance) return the favor one way or another

It's surprising seeing someone taller than him as he stands at 190 cm but he LOVES it. He's infatuated with you, always staring up at you and slipping a few glimpse at your chest while rubbing the stubbles on his chin. (Loses his mind when you dominant him and-, Dante...why are you on your knees..?)

Honestly, it still fathoms him how he managed to pull you but is very grateful for you. Loves you to death and will do anything you ask!

♤ Vergil Sparda ♤

Vergil felt challenged at the mere sight of you. Something was immensely off about your aura...

The first meeting was probably at a café shop that was known for its good tea and numerous books. The moment you step foot into the café was the moment Vergil took his eyes off of his poetry book

The long strides you made, swinging your hips to the side and sauntered with confidence just added more to his suspension (He's already fallen under your spell, it's love he's feeling)

Somehow, your boisterous flare sparked and left a mark within his cold heart...He didn't know what happen but the two of y'all were chatting passionately about poetry. 'What were you? A witch or something?', he ponders, maintaining that seldom expression as he scrutinizes you

Ironically enough, he was right. He found out when you displayed such ferocious strength against your battle with two Ardors (He just sat there, watching you tossed and used wicked weave on the red armor angels)

Just seeing you battle made him motivated to display his strength and power in front of you

He will join your battle and utilize Yamato, slicing and dicing Gracious and Glorious, tearing down the tricky angels with great accuracy (These angels are known for being quite challenging)

He will definitely interfere with your battles; instead of you fighting them, he'll be the one fighting them. Don't bother trying to argue with him about it, he's already taken down five Harmony and the Fearless, Fairness duo

The only reason he's doing it is to display his extraordinary power, to prove that he's truly the Dark Knight and some mere angels will not make a fool out of Sparda's kin

Another reason is because of demon traditions. Being in the Underworld for a long time and dedicating his time in studying his demon origins, he found out a common courting practice conducted in hell was for demons to fight and show off their strength to their desired mate in hopes of winning them over

Looks like his courting technique help him as he managed to pull the Umbre Witch

The deep navy blue blade came in contact with the black scabbard, returning safely to its cozy home. His back faced the angels once he landed on the gravel ground. Screams of Garcious and Glorious echoed the arena, filling the quietness with screeches; a blinding light emerged from them as they combusted into halos and feathers.

"How utterly weak. They serve as servants and protecters of humanity yet they hardly done anything to me. Foolish angels", the kin of Sparda remove his fingerless glove off the tsukamaki. Soft giggles escaped from behind him. Turning his head a bit, he was greeted with a tall witch, hands on their hips as their gaze stared down at his blue eyes. "Vergil, you were the one to challenged them. My, are you trying to court me?", you mused, a smirk started to etched on your face. The ex Demon King of Hell didn't answer you, but the silence gave you an answer.

Amazed, you sauntered towards him and leaned down to his height. You whispered something to his ear and cat walked away, leaving Vergil alone with his cheeks dusted in the lightest yet soft hue of pink.

Since then, the two of you been taking on angels and occasionally demons along your journal. Vergil claims he wanted to know about the angel species hence to why he is traveling with you (Y'all are dating, he's just too..., stubborn to admit he wants to be by your side)

Will document the various angels he encounters in a small journal you gifted him. Watch him become Luka's father in a bit

Oh? You're reciting something in Enochian? Be expected to see him reading old, ancient books regarding that language. He will ask demand you to teach him the language. (He's constantly studying and practicing everyday!)

When you perform a torture attack, he'll be impressed as it represents a sort of human torture devices from human history. He'll be watching you as you do a torture attack while displaying your seductive, arousing gestures. Very interested in it and will write about it in his small journal

Oh boy, when you perform a demon summoning and your "clothes" vanished, he will be stun. He, being the gentleman he is, will try to cover your (almost) bare body with his blue coat. Like as soon as you do your summoning, a blue coat is draped around your shoulders, shielding your naked body and curves from any prying eyes. (The only eyes that'll be looking at your figure is Vergil's as he's just standing there with his arms crossed, staring at you with his normal stoic expression)

Demands you to make a demon contact with him to show people your his and he's yours. He'll be proud if you summon him, gladly fight for you but won't outright say it. Just knowing that your his "mate" (his demon urges is skyrocketing rn) makes him feel blessed and content; he just claims you as his just like his books and katana (HA! Take that Dante!)

Dates will be either be in a quiet place away from humans or in a café. If he's being fancy enough, he'll take you to an expensive restaurant

Sparing and relaxation will be the highlights of yall's quality time toghter! Just be prepare because Vergil won't go easy on you. He knows you're powerful so why should he hold back? He wants to be at an equal level with you

Wanna see him flustered? Activate your Witch Time during your sparring and press various kisses on him. The best part is, he can feel your lips all over his face. There you go! Now you have the Dark Slayer glancing away from you, rosy pink dusted his cheeks accompanying him with red lipstick you imprinted on his face

Your height difference clearly made the blue demon felt like he was being challenged. You being taller than him? Haha, as if that'll stop him for being the dominant one in this relationship. He needs to uphold his infamous status, he won't be submissive (Okay...maybe sometimes if he's feeling strangely friendly)

◇ Nero Sparda ◇

Nero didn't really care about you when you first appeared in the church; he was just laying back, jamming to his music as he dazed off

Although, when you approached him, your tall stature and nun outfit seemingly cause him to snap out of his trance

Your sultry yet angelic voice definitely caught his attention as he can't seem to avert his gaze away from you

Will act like you didn't affect him in a way but its so obvious that the anti-social, hot-headed teen was admiring you, practically following you like a lost puppy

Whenever he's helping you with whatever, he'll try to start up some conversation like, "Where are you from?" Or "Why are you a nun here on this nobody island ?" Of course he received the same answer, "Quite the curious type lil pup? Next time dear". (He's pissed off you called him a pup but doesn't expressed his anger towards you)

Somehow, he's been spending more time with you without realizing it. From helping you carry stuff to socializing with you

One night, you and him were at the isolated parts of the town, gathering supplies The Order needed. What started off as a peaceful night shifted drastically to a slightly noisy one as some petty angels decided to ruin yall's quality time

Originally, Nero thought they were demons but with the bright light, angelic sounds, and them descending down with grace, he immediately knew they were angels. 'Wait, angels existed? Why are they coming towards us? Is our time up?', will probably be the thoughts circulating in his head. Oh Nero, if you knew they weren't coming towards you, rather a particular nun standing next to you

When he saw their weapons, his first instincts was to protect you, pull out Blue Rose, and shoot warning shots at them. Before he could, your voice rang out in your normal tone as if you weren't bother by their appearance. 'Were nuns this comfortable when they come face to face with servants of God?'.

One minute you were standing next to him, the next you were in the air, grabbing their legs and tossing them around like a rag doll. He didn't know what to do: should he help you or stay in place? Wait a minute...WHY ARE YOU FIGHTING THEM!?

He tried to call you but couldn't help but admired the way your form moves in the air; it was a sight for sore eyes. But he snaps out of it and rushes in to assist you

Sounds of shearing caught his ears which made him averted his gaze towards you. His eyes widened when he realized your white, pristine outfit ripping with every strike the Affinities launched towards you; it didn't helped that you were moaning

His face is bright red, eyes gawking at your figure. He thought nuns were classy, religious but nah, here you were being seductive and moaning with no shame at all. (He's a hormonal teenage y'all bare with him plz; his thoughts about you being the ideal nun was flushed down the drain)

Once your clothes were torn, you pulled them off, standing naked in view. Luckily (or not) a shadow casted over you before your hair latched itself on your body, turning into your tight bodysuit. At least you have some clothes on. And here you go fighting angels as if it was the most casual thing ever

Blood splattered on the cold cobblestone pavement. Gunshots rang throughout the area, followed with some shrieks and cries. The Umbre Witch sent a kick towards an Affinity, weaving about while projecting bullets towards the other enemies. The Holy Knight assisted the witch, striking and plunging angels below him with his brilliant revolver. The two didn't made much conversation, only focusing on their targets in front of them. Although, one of them breaks the tense atmosphere

"You should use that arm of yours, pup. It'll be more effective on them", they mentioned, glancing at the Devil hunter. Nero scoffed, covering his abnormal right arm futher in his cast as he delivered bullets and kicks to the angelic targets.

"Don't come talking about that when we're dealing with these what angels. Why are they here?! Why are you so calm?! What are you?!", he barked questions after questions, clearly being in his hot-tempered state. Giggles erupted from your lips. "Be patient puppy". "I'M NOT A PUPPY!".

After your small battles with the Affinities, Nero begin to demand answers about what the hell was all of this. So, you ended up telling him everything which seemed to calm him a bit

After the whole ordeal, angels will be an occasional thing in his life now all thanks to you! But these battles with them brought you two closer. I guess shredding bloodshed on angelic beings can stimulate a relationship

You manged to convince him to accept his demon arm which he gladly embraced! You help him with his abilities and even gave him advices on how he can perfect it

Sparring will be a common thing between y'all! The two of you will sneaked off into the woods and practice for a while until Nero is tired out

Nero finally court you after the incident between a red demon, the Order, and their attempts to take over the world! (Dante, Lady, and Trish were just standing there as they watch the stubborn yet now bashful teen express his love to you, smiling at his sudden change in behavior)

He'll be asking all sorts of question regarding your witch origins. From your watch to demon summonings and abilities. If he had such features of a dog, his tail will be rapidly wagging as his ears perked up in interest

Expect to receive gifts from him! He just wants to spoiled you even though he knows you have the money to spoil yourself and him

Sneaking off will be a common thing between y'all. Either you will be ditching Luka or him stepping away his Holy Knight duties and quickening his missions. Sigh...such young love

Common dates will be sauntering around the town, visiting shops and cafés or it'll be in the woods, the two of you enjoying nature and the tranquil atmosphere

When he got his haircut and out grew his teen face, he thought he wouldn't get tease by you anymore. Unfortunately, his new appearance made you tease him more. You still called him a puppy which he is pissed at but couldn't help but love that silly nickname you persistent on keeping

He will take you on his missions with demons and explored new areas with you, taking your hand gently and gesturing you around the foreign area

♧ V ♧

He thought you were an angel in his eyes....ironic enough, you were the opposite of that

He woke up in your apartment, confusion written all over his face as a rather large yet soft blanket covered his body

When he finally sat up, memories surfaced up from last night; realizing that he passed out due to overworking himself with that Nidhogg suddenly popping out of nowhere

"Ah, you're finally awake", a voice called out to him, making him direct his gaze to where that voice was. There you were, sitting on a chair with...Shadow laying against your chair with Griffon sitting on your table.

"V, thank goodness you're awake! This crazy minx tried to cook me!", the black hawk squawked, pointing his wing at you. "Decitful hag!", he exclaimed. A smirk tugged your lips. "Such a foul mouth you have, perhaps I should punish you, how about feeding you to my little pets hm? Or having all those feathers of yours pluck out", a dangerous glint shimmered in your eyes, making the demon shut up quickly. Grumbling underneath his breath, he swiftly flew over to his owner and perched on his shoulder.

The man glanced around the apartment, taking in everything before shifting his gaze back to you. "Where am I?", he asked. "You're in my apartment, dear. Found you resting along the cold dirt peacefully", you answered, standing up from you seat which caused the cat demon to opened her eyes. V couldn't help but stare at you with keen interest; you had a weird aura surrounding you, and you weren't faze by the two demon familiars. Before he could say nothing else, a finger was placed on his lips. "Save the chit-chat for later and drink this", you offer him a glass of water. Griffon scoffed at you while Shadow came sauntering towards you, rubbing her head towards your leg. Who are you?

From there, conversations occured ranging from who you were to somehow poetry much to Griffon's annoyance. Although, all he receives from you was vague and vise versa (Ah don't we love the mysterious types)

Weirdly enough, the two of y'all become friends because of your mysterious (attractive) behaviors and somehow, you mingled your way into his life

V was wondering why you weren't so perplexed at his demon companions, weren't you human as well? Surely you'll be afraid of these abnormal creatures. And yet here you were petting Shadow's head and grooming Griffon's feathers (Which was revolutionary)

Sooner than later he acquired his answer when he came face with a...few Joys. Griffon and Shadow emerged out, beginning to attack them without V's commands. V was in utter shock, these were angelic beings? Have they came to atone him for his sins on behalf of his demon half? (Nah, they just scented a familiar aura on him from a certain witch)

Immediately, a wide curled ribbon of metal came whizzing towards him. Before he could call Shadow, a dark rose gold barrel of a gun collided against the metal ribbon. "You certainly won't get a man if you're throwing attacks at him", V's eyes widened when he heard your voice. Turning his head behind him, he noticed your stature looming over him

Surely enough, the Joy begin to thrashed the whip around, aiming at you relentlessly. You dodged it effortlessly, performing Witch Time and sending Wicked Weave towards the feminine being. As soon as V blinked, the being groaned loudly before bursting into a bright beam of light, blinding him which made him raise his arm over his eyes

Once the Joys were finally dealt with, halos and feathers scattered over the grass. Soon enough, both Griffon and Shadow returned to V's side. Shadow looked like she was ready to pounce on you while Griffon raise his wings, ready to sent a Blockade attack at you. "I knew it! You wicked bitch!", Griffon squawked which made you amused. "Perhaps I should feed you to Gomorrah. He'll be thrilled trying something new rather than souls and angels", your smile become a dangerous smirk. "Oh you!-".

V managed to calm the situation down, easing his familiars and keeping you at a safe distance from you. He finally inquired about what you were but you gave him a smile. You crouched down, placing your gloved hand over your maroon lipstick lips and blow a kiss towards him...or so it seems. Trio of heart projectiles blew passed him (one landed on his cheek) and shattered the angelic seal behind them, thus opening a small portal to Inferno. "Ask your little pets, it seems I must be off my way", you explained before sauntering away and disappearing

V placed a hand on his cheek, confusion etched his face as he stood there, collecting his thoughts. Slowly, he removed his palm, placing it down to his side; however, a light shade of pink dusted his pale cheeks

Brushing that thought away, he averted his attention back on his familiars. "What was she talking about?", his cool, calm voice reached them. Griffon sighed but reluctantly explained to him that you were an Umbre Witch

Hm? A witch that has demon contracts? So you were like him in a way in some sorts. You were an enticing person while he was a fragile human half of his original self

Nonetheless, he felt a connection between you

After this meeting, he ended up visiting you at your apartment one day. Book in hand, reading and waiting for you to open the door

You revealing your true identity left an impression on V. He knew you were a stunning person, but now? His admiration he had for you deepened immensely

These visits became more frequent and it looks like his pets became very comfortable around you. Griffon kept squawking at you, trying to find a comeback at your passive aggressive threats; Shadow is always by your side, demanding some pats and attention like some house cat

You somehow ended up filling your bookshelves with poetry V recommended for you

Eventually, your relationship with him sparked up into the next level: boyfriend & girlfriend

Expected this man to be his mysterious, quiet self. He's not that opened up but will sometimes alluded to stuff about him and his past like that time he mentioned that roses was his mother's favorite flowers

The next day he was greeted with bundles of roses and a small note.

Dear V,

Roses are beautiful creations, it represents love and passion but it also means commitment, respect, admiration, and harmony. Your mother must've been a brilliant rose

Love, Your Favorite Witch

(There's a lipstick mark on the small envelope)

With each word he read, his lips tugged into a smile. It was a heart felt message from you which made him content. He kept that letter in his book, always rereading it whenever he's far away from you

You will accompanied him whenever he's venturing somewhere that in invasive with demons and possible angels lurking around. (Griffon complains about it but enjoys your witty remarks)

When V summoned Nightmare, you were taken back by his white hair appearing, getting rid of every strand of jet black. When the battle is done, you're just running your hand through his hair which soothe him greatly

Sometimes when his limbs gives up on him, you just carry him around as if he weighs like a pillow of feathers. You prefer carrying him bridal style, enjoying him against your body and stare at your chest. (V is trying his best not to look at them)

"Love and harmony combine, And round our souls entwine. While thy branches mix with mine, and our roots together join. Joys upon our branches sit, chirping loud and singing sweet; like gentle streams beneath our feet, innocence and virtue meet", V recited the printed words in that brown-gold, embroidered book. He smiled, before turning the page.

"Alright lover boy, cut it out! If you think slashing and decimating angels in horrific ways is innocent and virtue, THEN YOU'RE DELUSIONAL!", Griffon yells. In the distance, you summoned a large chainsaw and cleave through a Hamrony. Blood sprayed everywhere before exploding into a pool of blood. "She's truly one of a kind", V smiled at you

Cuddles will be a common thing as you'll drag him to bed so he can get some sleep; his body desperately needs it. You'll trace his tattoos with slow strokes with a hint of suggestion into them

V cherished every moment he has with you because he knows this body of his will crumble away if he doesn't come face with his demon half; he just hopes you'll understand this revelation and still love him even when he merged with Urizen, turning back into Vergil

¤《 Urizen 》¤

Urizen despise you at first glance. There standing in all of glory was you with your hands on your hips

You sauntered towards him without a care in the world. You're emulate confidence and flamboyance with just your walk. Why wasn't a mere human like you crumbling to their knees at the sight of him?

You had the audacity to ask him if he seen a certain platinum witch with a coy smile. Your answer was received with a Qliphoth root launched towards you at ridiculous speed; fortunately, you did a back flip, activating your Witch Time

"Is that the way you treat woman? No wonder why you can't get none", you passively insulted him, eyes meeting his face. You scanned him up and down, shamelessly checking him out. "Foolish woman, how dare you stand against a king", he glares down, teeth baring at you. An 'o' shaped form on your lips, making you placed your gloved hand over your lips. A smirk etched across your face. "On second thought..., perhaps you have a way of swaying women", you swirled your Scarborough Fairs in your hands. "Let's dance, baby! Hope you're ready for a bloody coronation!", you winked at the demon king.

The battle continued for a while without no interruption. The both of you kept up with each other; you dodging the pillars of blue flames beneath you while that red crystal counter all of your Wicked Weave and bullets. Eventually, you realized that you're still looking for your Umbre sister

With a final attack, you swiftly perform some backflips to distance yourself from him. "Sorry big boy, but a friend is waiting for me", you placed your hands on your hips. A scorn growl erupted from the king. "You dare walk away from this skirmish. I'll have your head as compensation", his claw scratched his throne as the other remained on his cheek. You laughed at his declaration. "Is that the way you show people you're interested in them? Don't worry, I'll leave a parting gift", with that, you blew a kiss at him, winking before disappearing from his imposing domian

The mystery surrounding you, a human left him feeling a myriad of emotions: bloodlust, anger, and loathing coursed his demon blood, but wonder and a dash of aroused stirred his heart

You kept your end of your promise and showed up again after a week or so later. "How peculiar. Do you wish to yield and relinquish your fate, Umbre Witch?", he inquired, multiple eyes piercing down at you. "No I just missed you that's all", it seems like your answer earn a quiet sneer from him

Somehow, some way, Urizen didn't attack you; rather he observed you, scrutinized your stature and style. Tight bodysuit, odd guns strapped to your heels, a watch on the opening gape of your chest. Such a weird outfit a human wore. "Hm? My eyes are up here big shot", you called out

Heels clicked the miscolored root ground as small butterflies flew from you. You stand in front of him, hands on hips as you stared up at him. Dear, he is massive

Small talks emerged with you starting off first with Urizen sometimes replying or just listening to you. These random meetings somehow but amusing lead to a mutual bond between you: an alluring witch and the new Demon King

Urizen started to see you less as a weak human and more of a human who is stronger if not powerful than all of humanity. Of course his pride and position refused to acknowledge that you might have the chance to defeat him

These talks made Urizen understand or get a good idea of what emotions are. Happiness, sadness, frustration, pesky human emotions. Yet it seemed he may have been too keen on two things: admiration and curiosity. It's a weird feeling and he experienced it whenever he's by you. Soon, that admiration and curiosity led to love

He hated it; these galling sensations makes you weak. He refused to succumb to such disease. He was the Demon King, he needs power, not love. But he couldn't help but feel his demon blood coursing through his veins about the idea of having you as his mate

Thats the solution. In order to satisfy his infatuation for you and his power hungry desire, why not make you his mate? It's a demon's instinct to display ferocious power to a desired mate and court them, thus making them there's

One day, he abruptly cut off your words and command ask you to be his mate. If you disagree then he shall keep you here forever until you comply. Fortunately for him, you agreed but mentioned to tone down his tone when it came to demon customs which earned you a huff

This demon expects you to be by his side 24/7. You're going to be his queen after all, so why would you want to venture out of this humble domain and into what's left of Red Grave?

A queen must need a throne next to the king right? That could be improvise...but of course this is Urizen we are talking about. He'll have you sitting on his lap, more like his thick rooted layer thigh

He'll make sure you won't fall off his thigh with the help of Qliphoth roots. Just to be clear it'll be nearly impossible to get off his thigh. If you however wanna get off of him, he'll be a stubborn ass and refused to let you leave

The height difference is immensely noticeable. You stand at 8 feet while he's like 20 feet at best (I saw someone said he's like 20 feet and I'm going with that bc there's no sources confirming his height)

Performing affection such as hugs, kisses, and even sex is difficult because you know, he's enormous but y'all found a way to work it out. You'll kiss his rooted skin, caressing his skin which was surprisingly soothing to him. He won't admit it but he enjoys you peppering his cheek with kisses. Blowing a kiss and even dancing suggestively deepens his desire for you

He'll return the favor by picking you up and placing you in his palm, carefully and delicately brushing your face and hair with his long claw. Qliphoth roots will find its way to your body and caressed your body (you can take it as affectionate or....that way. Btw he could feel your curves and stuff!) He'll offer you heads of demons and even some halos of angels if their unfortunate souls found their way in his domain

He knew you were an Umbre Witch as soon as he saw you. You reeked of different, powerful demons that are well known in Inferno

He couldn't help but be annoyed and jealous that your soul was meant for them, not him. He wanted you to rely on him instead of your demon companions. But since its a contract, he couldn't break it no matter what. Yes, the Demon King couldn't interfere with demon contracts which greatly irritated him

Instead of fussing over it, he decided to display his extraordinary power and strength in front of you whenever opponents challenged him. He'll toy with them while delivering attacks to them. In his eyes, you'll be more willing to accept him more as his mate

Admires you whenever you demonstrated your power, although his demon instincts are telling him to make you rely on him instead of your power and abilities. He just wants you to be his submissive mate but even he knows that won't happen

He is determined to rule the world with you by his side, his pretty queen standing next to him. The perfect ideal dream will be fulfilled as soon as he consumed the Qliphoth Fruit. You shall be superior against every being and produce heirs to his throne (But that could only happen in another timeline though)

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Finally I'm done! Hope y'all enjoy this! Yes V's thing is long, I'm almost done with DMC 5 and this is my way of coping. I'm fine y'all

(I'm not).