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starry-pierrot · 3 years

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Boring Night

Okay So I’m not used to putting stuff like this out and I might not be the best writer out there but here you go! FNAF Security Breach/OC-self insert/Animatronics ------- The night had been quiet so far, no one trying to break in and for once the animatronics were taking it easy. Seems like today had been rather tiring as when Zoey last checked on them most of them were in their greenrooms relaxing or playing their arcade games. Though it didn’t come as a big surprise since it was Saturday, the most busy day of the week. They probably had several parties to host and all those kids were such a handful. This however gave Zoey a lot of free time.

Free time which would usually be used to play around with the animatronics or do her rounds. But she had already completed her third walkthrough and it was only two in the morning, she didn’t exactly want to bother them when they wanted to rest. Zoey was bored. With a huff the woman sat down at her security room desk pulling out her phone to look around on youtube and occasionally look at the cameras when she noticed that her nail polish had been chipped. “ The heck? I only did that this morning!” Grumbling to herself she tugged her bag closer and searched inside before pulling out the nail polish she had used. It wasn’t often that she had little items like this in her bag, sure she had her usual assortment of items but sometimes she would bring little things to do.The polish would look a little uneven but she didn’t mind. “ There you are!” “Chica?” Zoey jumped a little from the animatronic suddenly making an appearance, curious as to why the bird was looking for her. “ I’ve been wonderin’ where you ran off too. I was going to see if you wante-what are you doing?” Chica looked at her as she walked closer looking over the human’s shoulder, curious.

“ Oh just fixing my nail. The paint chipped off and I don’t like it when my nails get chipped.” Screwing the bottle closed she held out the bottle to show the animatronic as she blew on her newly painted nail.

Chica gasped and smiled, “ Oh! Can you do mine? I got some other colors back in my room that I use for the kids when there's a party. “

Zoey looked at her for a moment then to her hands, some of the others had claws but the chicken did not. “ But you don’t have any nails? Wouldn’t it mess with your paint?”

“ No no! Freddy’s got some nail replacements that we can use. That teddy bear won't say no to us if we just ask him.” Chica had a point there, Freddy wasn’t one to say no unless it was important.

“ Okay, sure. We can do that.”

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“ Make sure you get them looking rocking little lady!” Montgomery said as he watched the smaller nightguard paint his claws, she was going with purple to complement his color tone and adding some star decals that Chica had. But the guy wouldn’t stop moving!

“ This would go a lot faster if you quit movin’ gator boy!” Zoey smiled up at the large animatronic while she once again pulled his wrist back to her lap.

“ Heh-sorry.”

There they were in Freddy’s green room, Zoey sitting on the couch with Monty next to her, Roxanne already having her nails done in a sparkly neon red sitting on the floor next to Monty, Chica sitting by the vanity enjoying her pink with leopard print nails and Freddy sitting on the other side of Zoey admiring the colors.

“ Yeah ‘gator boy’ keep your tail still.” Roxane said in a teasing manner.

“ Girl you don’t want me to put you in the gator pit now do y-” “ Montgomery stay still! I swear both of you are like squabbling children.” As far as Zoey could tell the two had a sibling relationship, much like her own siblings they often got into petty little fits that ended up in the two of them laughing. Usually it’d be cute but right now she couldn’t get those decals to look good if someone kept moving.

“ Both of you calm down.” Suddenly Freddy spoke up, the two froze but ultimately relaxed where they were sitting. Usually Monty would challenge Freddy’s word but she guesses that it just wasn’t worth it this time.

“Sorry.”

“ Now I’m almost done, Freddy did you pick out a color you want?”

“ Do you think Nemi would like the color green?”

Zoey paused as her brain took a second to realize what he had asked and when she did she felt her lips curve into a smile. “ Aww is the big teddy bear choosing color for his boyfriend?” They all kind of knew, it wasn’t hard to see once you saw the two talking together.

The animatronic jerked as if he was just pulled from a fog in his head, his ears flattening as if he just got caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. If Freddy could blush she was sure he’d be beat red right now,“ I just thought-we’re not-” The others giggling as they watched their leader become jittery.

“ Cool it, Freddy. I’m just teasing you. But yes I do think he would like green.” Blowing on Monty’s claws for a moment before she leaned in close to Freddy, whispering , “ You should also take some of the blue. He’d probably like to do yours too.”

Freddy looked at her then back to the nail polish but he waited until the night guard turned back to Monty before he snatched the colors storing them inside his chest. Roxanne and Chica giggled having seen what he did but it seems the two were not going to rat him out.

“There you go, Monty! Now don’t go roughhousing for at least an hour or you’ll ruin them.”

“ Thanks little lady!” The gator stood up and roughly ruffled Zoey’s hair, she cried out in alarm and annoyance before she fixed her beanie. Just then another sight caught her eye, Moondrop was peeking in from outside the window. As soon as he saw her looking at him he ducked to the side, probably going back to the play area.

“ Hey guys I’m gonna so see how Moondrop’s doing. “ The others were not surprised by this, somehow Zoey had managed to make friends with Moondrop and while he wasn’t exactly giving her hugs or actively hanging around her the animatronic didn’t seem to mind her in his space.

“ See ya Missy!”

“ Have fun with your friend, Zoey.”

“ Don’t let that sour pants drop you.”

“ Have fun!”

With that Zoey had scooped up some of the nail polish, the blue and gold specifically and walked out heading towards the playground. The area was large but she knew exactly where he was. She just wished that it wasn’t so high up. What was easy for the animatronic was not easy for the human who wasn’t very athletic and only went roller-skating maybe twice a month.

“ Moondrop! You up there bud?” Zoey called as she climbed up the playground’s tallest tower, already she could feel her arms shaking with having to pull her weight around in such a small space. But luckily it seemed that she wouldn’t have to climb the last stretch as suddenly arms shot out and hands gripped her underneath her arms and pulled up.

Zoey would not admit to the embarrassing squeak she let out.

“ Hey there! What are you doing all the way up here?” Moondrop looked at her with that same grin he always had. Zoey’s face was red but she tried to ignore the heat on her skin, “ Looking for you! You know if you wanted to join in all you had to do was walk in.”

“ You know those guys don’t like me much.”

“ No they don’t like your pranks much. You tried to dye Roxane’s tail hot pink last week!” That had not been a fun time, Freddy had to hold Roxane back while Zoey had to tell Moon off.

“ They need a sense of humor!”

“ You need to learn when going too far is too far.” She honestly found most of his pranks funny, sometimes the others did too but he just doesn’t know when to quit. If he just dialed it back a little more then this wouldn’t be an issue. “ If you just quit pranking them all the time I’m sure they’d ask you to come go kart racing or something. Freddy’s been asking about you.”

“Yeah yeah whatever. You come up here to yell at me some more?” The animatronic finally set her down and moved back so he could fall on the large pillows he had dragged up there a long time ago.

“ No I was going to ask if you wanted me to paint your nails?” Pulling out the colors from her jacket pockets along with some extra nails from Freddy. “ I got gold and blue. Your favorite.” She shook the bottles hoping to make it more enticing. “ And I got sttaaarrrs.” Singing the last bit.

Moondrop looked at her for a moment before he rolled his eye, “ Do what you want.", he held out his hand to her.“ You better put the stars on them.”

“ I can do that.”

Seems tonight won't be boring after all.

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf security girl #fnaf security guard

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space-------kid · 4 years

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linger.

Anime/Manga: Kimetsu no Yaiba Pairing: Genya/fem!Reader Additional characters: mentions of Sanemi and the rest of the Shinazugawa family Warning: Is Genya being adorably shy and flustered considered as one? Additional tag: Modern day AU, adult!Genya and Reader (you’re both 20-something *wink* *wonk*) A/N: I should be working on my Garou/fem!Reader story + acad stuff but this one just won’t leave me be (and it’s been stuck in my head for days aaaaAAAAAHHHH)! It’s another dream-based fic - and it was really cute (to me, anyway *chuckles* *shrugs*)! Pls enjoy--

Summary:

She was always singing that one song from a particular band whenever he passes by. Maybe it was just coincidence; Genya really didn’t know. But two things were for certain: He would never stop tossing any spare change he had in his pocket on her guitar case, nor would he cease passing by this street she chose to play at.

Man, if only he was brave enough to ask for your name (and hopefully your number).

Alternatively,

You beat Genya to his goals, and he was more than shocked. Also exceedingly pleased (and flustered).

“but i'm in so deep you know i'm such a fool for you you've got me wrapped around your finger do you have to let it linger? do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?”

linger/the cranberries

“But I'm in so deep You know I'm such a fool for you You've got me wrapped around your finger Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?”

Of course you were singing it again.

Every single afternoon he would pass by Wisteria Avenue, Genya would find you standing in your little corner in front of a fountain, guitar in hand and its case on the pavement on your feet, a charming smile on your face while you serenade the passing crowd with your sweet, lilting voice. If he would be honest with himself, Genya would say that you were just one of the faces he had to ignore as he pushed his way past people, some street singer who was just trying to make a name for herself and wasn’t worth that much time listening to. But then he had to go and actually took just a little time to hear what made the crowd drop notes and coins in your guitar case, only to get absolutely floored by your talent he once so callously dismissed.

It was shame for inwardly and thoughtlessly thinking a little low of you that made Genya shove a hand in his pockets and toss whatever amount of money he had in them, but more so out of awe at how lovely your voice were (you were also very good at playing your guitar, but could you blame him for being enthralled with your singing?).

Guess he was really lucky that the fastest way to reach the apartment complex he lived in with Sanemi was Wisteria Avenue, huh?

Because finally, after a long day at work and being annoyed by the throng of people he had to share the streets with, Genya found one good reason not to lose his temper whenever he had to reduce the speed of his usually swift pace because of slow walkers or - the most annoying of them all - couples getting all mushy together and walking as if they were traipsing on the surface of the moon.

Genya wasn’t a fan of girl songs, but he made an exception for that one song you usually played and sang whenever he passed by - it was that song called “Linger” by The Cranberries (he listened to the lyrics and honest to god Googled what you were singing because he had no idea at the time). He wouldn’t go as far as to searching the internet what the song meant, but judging from what he heard he thought that it was about this one girl who fell in love with some jackass who wouldn’t even take her and their relationship seriously.

What a jerk.

But the way you sang it was just-

Damn, he couldn’t even find a proper word to describe it. Was it nice? Was that the influence you had over the lyrics? That you make it sound so playful and innocent at the same time, as if it wasn’t about a hopeless girl and a dipshit who won’t take love seriously?

Genya’s head hurt with how much he had thought about it, so he simply settled with listening to you sing and show his appreciation by giving you any spare change he could fish out from his pockets.

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Okay, this was increasingly becoming too dodgy to be considered an occurring coincidences.

It was as if you were actively seeking him out from the hustle and bustle of people passing Wisteria Avenue, but Genya could swear that you would start playing “Linger” once you saw him so you would already be singing the chorus by the time he made it in front of you.

Every afternoon the scenario would always be the same. And every afternoon he would be left feeling really shy and utterly flustered because you would smile sweetly at him while you sing - most especially on every chorus - and tilt your head to the side like an adorably cute puppy as thanks while he awkwardly searched his pockets for spare change to toss in your guitar case.

“And I'm in so deep You know I'm such a fool for you You've got me wrapped around your finger Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?”

Oh, dear merciful god above. Why did you have to be so cute, so pretty, and so angelic while you sing? Why did your voice have to be so fucking beautiful it sent pleasant shivers down Genya’s spine whenever you made eye contact with him as your lips formed the words of the song?

And why did it always have to be THAT song with him?

You made Genya feel as if he’s the lovestruck, hopeless girl in the song, goddamn it!

(Not that he saw you as the jerkface in the song, though, Please don’t get him wrong.)

Face bright red he could almost hear his younger siblings calling him a tomato, Genya hurriedly grabbed some coins and three crumpled notes, pulled them out of his pockets, and nearly hurled them in your guitar case in his hasty attempt to leave before you could finish the song and before he could say anything stupid.

Oh, god. Why hadn’t he outgrown this stupid nervousness around girls that he had developed when he hit puberty? He was in his twenty-something now, a freaking adult! Why, god, why?

“Thank you~!”

Fuck on a fucking stick. Even your normal speaking voice was too darn cute! Impossibly so!

Genya only managed an awkwardly shy wave before he practically ran through the oncoming mass of pedestrians to cross the street and increase the distance between the two of you.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow he won’t chicken out and ask your name. Maybe even get your number.

Right.

Maybe Sanemi could give him some tips on how to approach a girl.

(Genya ditched the plan in getting his older brother’s help. Stupid ‘Nemi for laughing at him when he figured out judging from how red Genya’s face went before he could get a word in.)

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It’s official. Some of your usual listeners have already established that you would only sing “Linger” whenever that tall, muscular, mohawked guy with a scar on his face came within your field of vision.

An elderly couple would look on knowingly as the young man seemed to shrink gingerly under your appreciative stare, his face red and filled with wonder and nervousness as he watched and listened to your performance. They had been on that awkward stage once, the elderly couple, and could instantly recognize something blooming between two people when they see one.

A group of teenage girls, although intimidated by the height and facial features of the mohawked guy, couldn’t stop muffling their adoring giggles at how cute he looked as he watched you like a shy puppy. Disappointed ‘aawww’s would slip past their lips whenever mohawk guy hurriedly left the scene, sometimes not bothering to finish your song. The two of you have no idea that they have already began shipping the two of you. Hard.

The rest of your listeners weren’t surprised at all that you would not play that one song whenever mohawk guy was absent for the day.

None of them intervened between you and mohawk guy, however. But, man, they just wished that he would soon act on whatever his obvious intentions were. They knew for sure that he was getting - or already had - a crush on you.

Might as well act on it, right? Before someone else could snag you-

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Alright. This afternoon, he would finally do it.

Genya couldn’t believe how much he was stressing out with regards to asking your name (and number, fingers crossed). It was just simple, right? All he had to do was to be polite, be nice and most certainly not creepy nor intimidating towards you, and compliment you for your wonderful performances and ask for your name (and number!). What’s so difficult about it?

Feeling uncharacteristically confident, Genya breezed past the crowd and smiled when he reached Wisteria Avenue. He immediately headed to your spot, only to stop on his tracks when he realized something.

You weren’t playing his song.

You were singing a different one.

Genya’s brows furrowed with worry. Didn’t you see him approaching? Were you taking song requests now?

He stopped behind the small crowd of your usual listeners, looking rather expectant. He unconsciously pursed and bit his lips when you looked at him and smiled, his face turning beet red faster than he could say ‘fuck’. Genya was unaware of the looks he had been receiving from the people as his attention remained focused at you and his not-song you were singing.

Why weren’t you singing “Linger”? Did you change your playlist? Were you getting tired of it?

Genya breathed a sigh of relief, mentally kicking himself for worrying too much and being a paranoid when you finished the song and began strumming the familiar introductory chords to The Cranberries’ song.

Compliment her when she’s done, ask her name, and don’t forget her number, too, Genya told himself repeatedly as he watched you, trying to maintain his brain functions when you kept on looking and smiling at him while you sang. He couldn’t help but feel as if only the two of you existed in the avenue, the rest of the people reduced to nothing but cardboard cutouts that separated him from you. But he kept his ground, never wanting to disrupt your performance.

Compliment her when she’s done, ask her name, and don’t forget her number, too.

Compliment her.

Ask her name.

Get her number-

“Excuse me, what’s your name?”

Genya had to snap himself back to awareness when he heard your question. He looked around, trying to find who made you stop halfway from singing to ask for their name, eyes widening in surprise when he saw the rest of the audience - all of them - were looking at him.

He looked at you, dazed, and dumbly pointed a finger at himself to make sure if his hunch was right.

You chuckled sweetly (Oh, mercy, mercy, god above!) at him and nodded your head.

“Yeah, you, sweetheart. What’s your name?”

If it was possible, Genya’s heart would be out of his chest right now with how fast and hard it was beating at the moment. You just called him sweetheart for fuck’s sake-

“G-Genya,” he helplessly blurted out, face torn between despair and joy. He planned to ask you your name, not for you to ask his!

With a grateful nod of your head, you repeated where you cut yourself off.

“And I'm in so deep You know I'm such a fool for you, Genya~ You've got me wrapped around your finger Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?”

For the love of all that was blessed and holy. Did you just insert his name seamlessly in the lyrics?

What the fuck kind of a power move was that?!

“You know I'm such a fool for you You've got me wrapped around your finger, Genya~ Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?”

That’s it. There’s possibly no way he’s not gonna be able to get your name and number now.

And Genya was so glad that he did. Not only did you let him have your name and number, he even lucked out when he snagged a date with you.

(Sanemi could only gape in disbelief at how his shy and nervous little brother managed to ask a girl out. Well, shit. Looked like he got to catch up.)

fin

#genya x reader #shinazugawa genya x reader #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kny

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rzngokukyo · 5 years

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That last Sanemi post u///u wow hehehehe. Is it okay to request more modern a/u Sanemi? Reader recently got dumped by her boyfriend and Sanemi comes to check up on her in his own way since you know, he likes her but can't admit it yet.

oooo more Sanemi stuff uwu, y’all know the way to my heart.

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Tissues covered the floor of your room, pillows were thrown around, a glass was shattered on the floor. You had been together for almost two years.. why now? What did you do wrong? Negative thoughts flooded your brain as you let out another loud sob. If anyone saw you like this right now, you’d die, you knew how gross you looked. Your boyfriend had just dumped you, revealing he had feelings for another girl.

You were devastated, you didn’t think anything could make up happy again.

Suddenly your phone started to buzz, someone was calling. You picked your head up and tried to blow your nose before answering, not really wanting to let whoever it was know you were crying.

“Hello?” Your voice came out softer than expected, you’d probably lose it for the next few days if you carried on like this.

“Hey y/n,” a familiar voice rang out through the ither end. Your best friend Sanemi. “I heard about what happened.. I’m sorry.”

He heard,How did he know already? Your lip started to curl as you felt tears welling up again. “H-how did you know?”

“Oh uhm..” his voice got softer as he heard the pain in your voice. “You’re uh, ex kinda isn’t staying quiet on socials.”

“Oh that’s fan-fucking-tastic.” You placed your phone next to and put him on speaker.

“I don’t want to bother you, but do you need someone right now?”

You pondered.. do you really want someone to see you like this? But do you also want to be alone? Not really. “It’d mean a lot if you came over, even if it’s just for a little bit.”

“Of course.. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Some time had passed and you've finally calmed down to a somewhat approachable level, still sniffling and having stray tears fall down your cheeks. You heard a knock at your door and slowly walked to open it, revealing a tired looking Sanemi holding a plastic shopping bag.

"What's in that?" You turned to the side to let him in.

"I brought you some water and chocolates." He huffed and walked to your living room, thank god he didn't turn into your room, you still didn't clean up in there. "Are you alright?"

"Not really," you shrugged and plopped down onto the couch, slinging a blanket over your shoulders."I don't think I'll be okay for a few days, but I'll bounce back eventually."

"That's what I want to hear." He handed you a bottle of water then tossed a Hershey bar your way. "Take a bite, you'll feel a little better."

You half-smiled and followed his instructions.

Sanemi has a hard looking exterior but in reality is a huge softie, at least to you. Most people are afraid of him or just find him intimidating. Today however seems like an exception, even thought he is usual a nice person he seemed... overly sweet. Even though you were best friends he didn't like, buy you stuff and you didn't expect that to change.

It's been silent for while now so you cleared your throat. "Nemi.. do you think looking back, it was obvious he lost feelings for me? Do you think I was just too heads-over-heels to notice?"

"I just think he was a fuck-head who didn't deserve you."

"Sanemi.."

"Fine.. I do think you missed a red flag or two but it's not like anyone could have known he'd up and dump you for another girl.. I don't even think his friends expected."

As much as you wanted to cry, you couldn't, you were thankful your best friend was there to cheer you up and be honest with you."I'm thankful you're honest with me, I wish more people were like you."

A light blush crept across his face and he didn't answer.

Little did you know his heart felt like it was gonna burst. Whenever he's around you his chest feels all warm and beats faster than he thought was possible. So seeing you broken and hurt by someone else infuriated him.. He didn't know what the feelings he felt were but he knew he couldn't tell you about them or at least he didn't have the courage to, and that didn't want to ever see you like this, again. Maybe one day, when you both feel ready, he'll say it with his chest but for now.. He's going to focus on helping you mend your heart.

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quick a/n; I uhh had some trouble with this , it felt too similar story wise to my latest Sanemi scenario but I knew if I restarted I’d get stuck. If you have any feedback on this I’d really appreciate it.

#he’s baby ur honor #sanemi #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny x reader #demon slayer imagines #kimetsu no yaiba hcs #sanemi x reader #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #shinazugawa sanemi #kny scenarios #demon slayer scenarios #kny imagines #q

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tender-blooming-devotions · 4 years

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Rescue (NeMi/How To Tame Your Quarter-Demon) (feat. protective best friend Dante)

((written when I was feeling sad about my occasional sex repulsion interfering with my social life. it’s a long story ldskfja;lskjf))

((under the cut!!))

With everyone around me being so open about everything, of course, it’s natural for me to feel as if I’m an issue. My godforsaken brain doesn’t work too well when it comes to having groups of people talking at once… so this situation that I put myself in is starting to overwhelm me as I take a step back, looking down at my hands instead of what everyone’s saying. It’s quite stupid, really, how much I want to run from the situation at hand… but I tell myself, this is worth it. This is what having friends is like. This is what having friends has always been like. No matter how much it may hurt sometimes, and despite how much I try to make it any other way, nothing ever changes, and I’m always put on the back burner to stew with all my thoughts. Not once have I felt genuinely wanted anywhere.

And that’s okay. Because why would anyone want me around for anything? I’m not exactly unique in many ways, there’s plenty of people that have the same interests as I do, and I’m inferior to all of them. It’s with this knowledge that I sneak away from the group. My stealth is… lacking, but they’re so distracted by each other that they don’t notice me slipping out the door and trudging away. And I don’t notice what time it is, or where exactly I am, or why exactly we came here in a group instead of by ourselves. Night is naturally when demons come out to play. Demons have been showing up and taking people hostage in this area quite often, though I assume that even demons have standards, and I don’t meet any of them, which also leads to the assumption that I won’t get attacked on the way back home.

… Yeah, that was a terrible assumption to make, considering the sharp pain that hits my head and the darkness that obscures my vision, demonic hissing the only sound I hear as I fall unconscious.

...

Opening my eyes is like a chore, but I use most of my energy to do so and look around at my surroundings. It… seems like I’m in Devil May Cry somehow, despite being across town from it before I was knocked unconscious. The familiar feeling of the leather couch, as well as all the swords and posters on the wall, assure me that I’m in a familiar place, but that doesn’t tell me why or… or how, for that matter. How the hell did I get here? Sure, I figure out that I was kidnapped by a demon of some sort, but that doesn’t tell me why I’m here. Shouldn’t I still be with that demon? I mean, nobody cares about me enough to save me this fast, right?

Wrong. Apparently, that’s wrong.

Friends surround me all at once. They all coo to me about how sorry they are for not noticing my absence until I was already taken, how they were all so worried when they saw my hat laying in the middle of the street on their way back home, how they called Dante as soon as they realized what had happened… It’s overwhelming, though I can’t say anything as they just get louder. I can feel a pressing ache in my head as they keep talking and talking without giving me a chance to say a word. Nero’s voice cutting through all of them makes me relax, an angel calling attention away from me for a moment. Well… a demon… a quarter-demon?

“Guys, back off, you’re overwhelming her. Let her rest for a while, okay? That demon didn’t leave her unharmed.” Authority drips from each one of Nero’s words as he makes his way to me, painkillers and a cup of water in his hands. And as soon as my friends back off, he holds out his hands, letting me take the painkillers and the water. “Figured ya would want somethin’ to help your head,” he explains to me. Hardly any time passes by before I stuff all of the painkillers into my mouth and swallow them with a swig of water, sighing to myself at the pulsing pain that I really wish would go away faster. “That demon got ya pretty good, y’know. You’re lucky we found ya when we did, or you’d be feelin’ a lot more pain than a l’il headache.”

Mesmerized by the look in his eyes, I don’t respond to him at first. But as soon as his icy blues look at me, I blink and end up muttering, “How did I get here?” His chuckle is like music to my ears, though I can tell he’s irritated by something. “I mean… I was snatched by some demon, but… I-I wasn’t expecting to be saved so… so fast.” The chuckle fades and he’s narrowing his eyes at me, which makes me really miss the chuckle. In fact, the disappointed sigh he gives is much worse.

“Cami, what the fuck were ya thinking? I told ya, don’t wander the streets alone, especially not at night, and what the fuck do ya do?” Volume raising, Nero’s eyes glare into mine, making me shrink away from him a bit as I let him scold me. “Ya said that friends were going with ya, and yet ya walked off all by your lonesome, of fucking course a demon’s gonna take advantage of that! You’re lucky it wasn’t a strong one, or else you might be worse off, layin’ in some ditch and bleedin’ out! God, I thought ya were smarter than this, and yet ya proved me wrong.” The words hit me. Hard. Like a harsh slap to the face. All my friends are behind him, watching in shock, though they all seem to agree with his words: what was I thinking?

Unanimous agreement on that question causes my brain to start racing despite the headache I have. Yeah, jesus, why am I so stupid? Why would I do that? Why would I go against what Nero told me? The tears that drip down my face don’t go unnoticed by Nero, but I don’t let him touch me as I stand up, wincing at the pain in my apparently injured leg. Instead of saying a word, I hobble off to Dante’s office and manage to startle him with my presence. “Whoa, hey there, what’re ya doin- wait, are ya cryin’? Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Dante’s out of his chair before I can blink and he’s pulling me into a hug. Since he’s like my brother, I don’t struggle against him as he pets my hair, knowing exactly how to calm me down since he’s known me for years. “Is it the pain? Or did someone say somethin’? Are ya scared of somethin’? What is it?”

“N-Nero,” I barely manage to choke out, and Dante’s pulling me closer, starting to purr for me as I tremble. “H-He… yelled at me. Called me s-stupid. He’s right.” A hiccup stops me in my tracks as I lose myself to the emotions in my mind. And Dante just pulls me to his chair and sits down, cradling me to his chest and purring as loud as he can. He knows the sound of his purring soothes me when I’m upset, even if that sounds a bit weird, so he purrs for me each time I come to him in tears.

“Kid, listen,” Dante clears his throat, “Nero’s… He’s not right. You’re not stupid, and you know that. If anythin’, he’s bein’ stupid. He has no right to say that to you-” A sharp, menacing growl comes from Dante’s chest, and all it takes is a glance up to see that Nero is standing in the doorway, a crestfallen look on his face as he observes what state I’m in. “Nero, kiddo, I think you should back off. You already upset her this bad,” Dante’s voice starts to slip into a more distorted and demonic tone, but Nero is determined.

“No, Dante,” Nero growls back, “I want… I want to fix it.” Despite starting as a growl, his voice fades into a quiet murmur as he moves, observing my tear-stained face while I watch him walk closer. “Cami, I… I-I shouldn’t have talked to ya like that. I was just… so, so scared that I would lose ya.” Words wobbling as he speaks, he takes another step despite Dante’s warning look. “You’re not stupid at all, in fact, you’re… you’re amazin’. I didn’t mean to go off on ya like that, I just… I don’t wanna lose ya.”

Those are the words that make me stand from Dante’s lap and shuffle over to Nero, more tears threatening to spill as I approach him. His eyes are filled with tears as well, which makes me reach out and wipe them away. “H-Hey, I’m supposed to be the one doin’ that,” he mumbles, though he leans into my touch, a soft purr coming from his chest. Now, sure, Dante’s purr soothes me, but Nero’s purr gives me such a sense of safety and security, I can’t help but nuzzle against it to hear it more and more. And so I do just that, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my face into his chest to hear more of his purrs. Since Nero is now comforting me, Dante relaxes, not growling anymore as he realizes that I’m safe with Nero. So Nero picks me up and carries me elsewhere, keeping me as close to him as possible as he walks back to his room.

Nero’s scent flows into my senses and I relax further into his hold. It always manages to comfort me, especially when he’s right there with me. Rearranging the blankets and pillows is quite a hassle considering he wouldn’t let me help him, but it’s eventually done and he pulls me right into the center of his so-called ‘comfort nest.’ Protests aren’t listened to as he wraps his wings around me and purrs. “N-Nero,” I whine, “what are you doing?”

“Makin’ it up to ya,” he responds, holding me closer.

“But… why? You were right… I’m not really-”

“Stop it. You’re perfect, I promise, and I… I love you.”

Any other words are stopped by his plump lips brushing against mine over, and over, and over again until all I can think about is Nero, Nero, Nero.

#self ship #self shipping #how to tame your quarter-demon #nero sparda #devil may cry #devil may cry fanfiction #dmc5 #dmc nero #tw: insecurity

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The Political Gangster of Gluttony

>It’s time!

Let’s show Sugimura how a real winner does it.

The time has come to teach him a lesson he’ll never forget.

And I’m glad we can help with this. Thanks for letting us come.

Woof!

Fine. As long as the dog doesn’t start chewing on the seats. Or worse.

>With that, Mona becomes our van and we drive off.

>In a penthouse in the Wilton Hotel, Sugimura was sitting on the sofa and looking at the calling card we sent him after the qualifying matches. Yuuki then walks in.

You’re still looking at that?

How could this have happened!? I have no time for this foolishness.

Yuuki: Heh! I didn’t think you would believe in this change of heart they talk about.

Sugimura: Have you forgotten what happened to Okumura? I can’t take any chances of the same thing happening to me.

Yuuki: Tch! I’m not scared of them. They’re just pathetic losers. Someone of your status should know that.

>With that, he leaves Sugimura alone... Big mistake.

?????: He’s the real loser! As are you for cheating the tournament.

Sugimura: !

>The red wave passes the parlor had become more luxurious in a gaudy way. And Sugimura was replaced by his Shadow.

Shadow Sugimura: Back again, I see.

Hope you’re ready for this!

Too many fighters lost because of you and they worked so hard.

The hopes and dreams of those warriors were destroyed by how much you wish for power.

No one should have to suffer by all the damage you have done.

Basically, what you’re doing STINKS!

We can’t just sit ideally by and watch you destroy other people’s lives for your own gain.

Shadow Sugimura: What do yous know? You all live beneath me. Even Haru is no different, despite her fortune.

Noir: Because even if we are beneath...

That doesn't you’re above everything else.

Joker: Taget: Sugimura Sekitan. The time has come to take your heart.

Ken: And the darkness that comes with it.

Koromaru: Grr!

Shadow Sugimura: (looking dangerious) No one’s takin’ anythin’ from me! Men, take down the Phantom Thieves!

>Two gangster Shadows appear to join Sugimura’s Shadow and take to their aggressive forms.

Oracle: Let’s see what we’ve got here tonight. Persona!

>Necronomicon scans the two Shadows and Shadow Sugimura.

Oracle: The two Koumokuten are weak to Ice. And of course, Sugimura’s weak to Psychokinesis.

Noir: Then I’ll be fighting as well.

Fox: As will I.

Ken: Mind if I get in on this, too? Apart from Light, I can also heal.

Joker: Alright then, let’s do this.

>I change Personas.

Joker, Noir, Fox, and Ken: Persona!

(Insert song: Nothing Is Promised)

>One of the Koumokuten uses Matarukaja while Shadow Sugimura uses Brain Shake on Fox. Luckily, he wasn’t Brainwashed. Sui-Ki uses Mabufula which knocks the Koumokuten down. I pass the baton to Noir who has Milady use Psio on Shadow Sugimura which also knocks him down.

Ken: “I’ve been waiting for this moment!” ... I’ve been working on my Akihiko.

Noir: It sounds perfect.

Ken: Good. Now let’s go!

>After the attack, the two Koumokuten were still standing, but now weak, as was Shadow Sugimura. Milady once again uses Psio on Sugimura’s Shadow and knocks him out again. Then, Noir passes the baton to Fox who has Goemon use Mabufula again and knocked the two Koumokuten again.

Oracle: Wow. You guys are on a roll.

Joker: Guess we’re better than we thought. Now let’s do this!

>After the attack, the two Koumokuten were gone.

Noir: He’s the only one left.

Fox: I will handle him.

Ken: Me too!

>Goemon uses Tempest Slash and Kala-Nemi uses Cruel Attack. Neither one was strong enough to completely take down Shadow Sugimura.

Shadow Sugimura: Useless idiots! No matter, I can handle these mooks myself. Get ready, I am no mere gun like the others you’ve faced. Now... Prepare to die!

Oracle: Seriously? We’ve already fought him in this form.

Shadow Sugimura: (a mixture of his human and robotic voice) You will find that I have few more tricks up my sleeves. You see, I know what happened in Okumura’s Palace. About my cognitive existence. But I am nothing like that weak fool... See for yourself.

>Shadow Sugimura uses Mafreidyne. Me and Noir were knocked down. Shadow Sugimura then attacks again with Brain Buster. Both Fox and Ken were Brainwashed.

Oracle: Hold on! Support’s on the way!

>Necronomicon uses Mediarama to heal us. I get back up and change Personas.

Joker: Persona!

>Parvati uses Energy Show to restore Fox’s and Ken’s senses.

Fox: Forgive me, Joker. I let my guard down.

Joker: It’s no your fault, Fox. We underestimated him.

Noir: (getting back up) But we can still fight. Rush him, Milady!

>Milady uses Psiodyne. Unfortunately, Shadow Sugimura dodged it. Goemon uses Masukukaja to speed us up.

Ken: Let’s hope this works. I’ve been working on it while we were going around this place. Go, Kala-Nemi!

>Kala-Nemi uses Kougaon. It took a lot of health from Shadow Sugimura.

Shadow Sugimura: That’s quite powerful... But not good enough.

>Shadow Sugimura uses Life Drain on Ken. It took a lot out of him and healed Sugimura a lot. I had Parvati use Diarahan to heal Ken.

Ken: Thanks.

>Milady uses Psiodyne again. This time, it hit Shadow Sugimura and knocks him down.

Noir: Time to punish them!

>After the attack, Shadow Sugimura was still standing, but now getting weaker. Goemon uses Deadly Fury and Kala-Nemi uses Vile Assault.

Shadow Sugimura: No! I won’t let this happen! You will suffer!

>Shadow Sugimura uses Mafreidyne. It was hard on us, but thankfully, Noir dodged it.

Oracle: He’s almost down!

Joker: We’re nearly done. Let’s do this!

>Parvati uses Psiodyne. However, Shadow Sugimura dodged it.

Shadow Sugimura: You fools! Do you think you can ever stop me!? I am the greatest and most powerful in all of Japan. All of the world!

Noir: Only in your mind, my former fiance. Joker’s attack my not have finished you...

But that mean I can show you that Kala chan is not the only one who’s learned a new trick. Milady!

>Milady uses Phycho Force. It was supper effective on Shadow Sugimura as it knocked him down good.

Shadow Sugimura: I won’t allow this to happen!

Noir: It’s too late for that now. ATTACK!

>After the attack, the Shadow resumes his human form. Then, the painting behinds him opens.

Mona: Yes! The Treasure is ours!

>Sugimura’s Treasure was pretty much the same as Kanashiro’s. A briefcase full of money.

Joker: I hope you understand now. Being rich doesn’t always mean you have the power to do whatever you want. Especially if all it does is hurt people. Kind of makes me feel sorry for Joe Yuuki.

Shadow Sugimura: He’s just a dumb muscle man. He can’t really do anything without me. He wants to become number one? That’s a child’s dream.

Ken: I know that he wants to become number one by any means necessary, even if it means pushing others away and putting them down. But I’m sure all he needs is a chance. A chance to know that it’s not all about him. A lesson you, yourself, should learn. If you want your family’s reputation to be restored, don’t do this. Don’t cheat in the tournament.

Shadow Sugimura: ... Alright. If I want to remain rich, if not in money, then in reputation, I shouldn’t be such a Scrooge. I should treat others fairly and not look down on them. It’s not about the money, it’s about seeing others happy. Because as long as they are happy, I should be happy as well.

Noir: Sounds like something my grandfather once said. Keep to that promise and you will see what we mean...

And who knows, maybe you will find someone you can spend the rest of you life with.

Shadow Sugimura: ... I will.

>With that, the Shadow returns to his true self. We take the Treasure and we leave the fading Palace.

>The next day, Christmas Eve. The last day of the Fight Before Christmas. We, Boss, Ken, Akihiko, Koromaru, Chie, and Yukiko were all at Cafe Leblanc waiting for Joe when we heard on the news.

News Caster: Good Morning, Japan! Before we bring you our breaking news, we would like to wish you all a very merry Christmas. Now, on to our story: Last night, Sugimura Sekitan, the son of a known politician who was forced into resignation after he was discovered to be a close supporter of Masayoshi Shido, had confessed to sabotaging matches in the Fight Before Christmas Tournament to ensure that the fighter he sponsored, Joe Yuuki, would come out the victor. Sugimura is currently in holding for furthering questioning. As for Yuuki, he was not happy to hear that victories up to the final day were a lie and requested to drop out of the tournament... However, his fiance, Maki Takakura, daughter of retired boxer, George Takizawa, Yuuki’s coach, Yuuki’s fans, and even Yuuki’s long time rival, Joe Akamine, managed to convince Yuuki to continue participating. More news on this as it unfolds and the last day of the tournament shall proceed.

Well done, everyone!

Koromaru: Woof!

You bet! Hey, Ren, let’s see the Treasure.

>I show them the Treasure. In the Metaverse, the briefcase was full of money, but in reality, the briefcase had a bottle of champagne and expensive looking champagne glasses.

I’ve seen those before. Sugimura’s mother purchased them for mine and Sugimura’s wedding. I guess he kept them in case I changed my mind... Which would never happen.

That’s probably a good thing you didn’t marry him. You way too dependent for that.

Haru: More like, I just have others in mind.

Thank you, Haru.

This is turning into a wonderful Christmas. Especially since all of you made the last day.

Yes, congrats. Me, Futaba, Koshu, and his daughter are already setting up a party at their restaurant.

You should see what we’ve got in store.

Boss: Just as long as we tune it down with the light show.

It was just one little power outage. Sheesh.

Ryuji: Oh yeah, the reminds me: Akechi said he and the guys in New York saw the tournament online. They wanted to wish us luck.

That’s great. I hope we can meet them again soon.

Ryuji: That’s is something else I want to say...

We can!

>We all stared in surprised.

Ryuji: As a Christmas gift to his favorite students, Max and Hector are taking Peter, Harry, Miles, Gwen and Anya with them and Akechi to Japan for New Years!

Ryuji, that’s wonderful news.

C'est magnifique. You must all maybe happy that your friend is bringing in more friends.

Kind of makes me wish the rest of our friends were here to see the fight.

Ken: They watching it online and we’ll spend New Years with them.

Koromaru: Arf!

Mitsuru: The preparations are already complete. 3 days in Tokyo Destinyland. Sounds like the perfect way to spend the first day of the new year.

Ann: I wish we could go too, but knowing our friends will be there, we might not be able to.

Ryuji: They’re staying until the 5th. I think we might have time.

>Then, the door of the cafe opens and Joe comes in.

Makoto: We heard what you did on the news. We think you did an honorable thing.

Thanks. I know me and Yuuki are rivals, but I know he really wanted to do this. It wasn’t easy trying to convince him, but me and Maki managed to do it.

Mitsuru: I commend you for that.

Joe: Again, thanks... And thanks again for the change of heart. Anyway, me and Ryuichi will be waiting for you at the station.

Ren: Right. See you there.

>With that, Joe leaves for the station to wait for us with Ryuichi.

Boss: I take it he knows.

Futaba: Yuta told him, no thanks to the King telling Yuta in the first place.

Will we be okay with that?

Ren: We trust Joe and Yuta. They hasn’t told Ryuichi or Setsuko or anyone else. We can be thankful for that.

Boss: Right. Well, you best be off.

>With that, we make our way to the station, knowing that we have competed another successful heist and we all made it to the final matches of the Fight Before Christmas.

#phantom thieves of hearts #heist

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