howdyy ya’ll— guess who’s trying to write for a new fandom?? me :) i’ve decided to try something new (n i’ve been dying to test out some fluff dmc works) and i will juggle these with my far cry works too!!
pls forgive how these turned out, i’m still getting a feel for every character and i wanna do em justice but that takes practice and i’m sure these hc’s/tropes have been done before but for now pls enjoy <3
Dante
Dante is known for his late night’s spent working after weeks of neglected paper work, however he’s got a bad habit of being disorganised— hence the whole predicament of needing to work late.
You wander over to his desk to find him snoring softly with a pile of paperwork as his pillow and whiskey bottles resting beside his head. With each snore, his hair ruffles on the exhale and you can’t help but smile softly as his nose scrunches adorably.
His back will be sorry tomorrow if you left him there, and so with gentle hands on his shoulders, you litter soft kisses along his neck until he stirs.
“Hey there sleepyhead, come to bed with me.. unless you plan to sleep there all night.”
In his groggy state, Dante is relatively easy to nudge in the direction of the bedroom. He only manages to slip on one set of stairs before he’s collapsing face first into the bed.
Dante sleeps with his head tucked into your chest, his hair tickling your collarbone before promptly passing out once more and snoring in your ear all night.
Vergil
Vergil loves his peace and quiet, especially after returning back from Hell. He’s comforted by the silence and he feels most comfortable curled up on the worn in couch with a book in his hand and your head in his lap.
He doesn’t say much beyond the slight grumble or hum from a particular interesting fact in one of his many books of demon lore. You can tell instantly when he’s fallen asleep by the lack of turning pages, looking down to see a sleepy Vergil with the book on his chest.
Running your hand through his pristine hair, you carefully bend down and place a gentle kiss onto the bridge of his nose as you slowly wake him with caution.
“Vergil— Darling, let’s go lie down properly.”
It’s a known fact Vergil prefers naps and sporadic periods of sleep over anything remotely close to a good eight hours but if anyone could convince him, it’d be you. With your hand in his, the two of you wander into his bedroom before climbing under the covers.
Of course, he faces away from you— trying to maintain some semblance of stoicism but you’re having none of that as you move over and spoon him. You hold his hands in front of his chest, squeezing softly until you finally hear his breathing even out and he relaxes into you.
Nero
Nero is more than exhausted after taking on extra jobs with Dante. He arrives home with tense shoulders and little energy as he claims the closest surface as his new sleeping cove.
You find him curled up on the couch, The Red Queen resting against the armrest and his jacket still on as he snores softly. One boot has been kicked off as well as his gloves and you watch as his face relaxes the deeper he nods off.
You figure he should at least remove his outer clothes to get a proper (and well deserved) nights sleep. Placing kisses on his cheeks, you take a knee by the couch to pull off his boot and get him comfortable.
“Those demons must have done a number on you Love, help me with your jacket and then we can go lie down.”
Nero doesn’t let you get further than placing his boot next to its partner before you’re pulled onto the couch with him and tucked securely in his arms.
His arms are wrapped around you in a bear hug, but it keeps both of you feeling warm and cozy— the perfect conditions for falling asleep.
Nico
Nico’s inspiration for her craft can often hit her at random points in the day and it’s only late at night after she’s been tinkering and designing prosthetics do you find her fast asleep at her workbench.
Today is no different as you wander over to her, noting how her glasses are skewed as they rest on her arms and the very prominent welding tool still in her hands.
You’re quick to remove the tool from her hand, thanking whoever’s out there that she didn’t lose an arm whilst falling asleep welding. Her fingers are rough from her work and you take a moment to pepper kisses along each of them before waking her slowly.
“Morning sweetheart, you’re looking very cozy there— but I think the bed will be much better.”
You do your best to half carry-half drag Nico to your bedroom where you both rug up under the blankets and snuggle together.
The two of you sleep with your noses bumping and your legs tangled together under the duvet. Nico’s hair brushes your cheeks, strewn about the pillow and you can’t help but admire how beautiful she looks in that moment.
"i could fix him" yeah? well i could accept him as he is. you don't like the murder? grow up. the atrocities are part of him and ive decided they're funny
Helloooooo✨ may i please have some Ryuji Goda x foreign gf headcanons with extra fries on the side?😝😝 foreigners aren't "truly" accepted into Japanese society, but obvi Ryuji doesn't give a shit what they think and loves his girl anyway🔥
Thanks so much!! xx
aye yo, pull up to the second window
Ryuji already is an outcast as is, and he’s native to the country, so he can only imagine what it’s like to be seen as an outsider and be so far from home
he gives dirty looks to anyone staring or making backhanded comments, trying to not make a big scene about cause he knows that’s probably the last thing you’d want
ryuji is obviously ready to go to bet for you and fight for your honor, justtttt maybe he’ll do it when you’re not around, that way to not cause an even bigger to do about it all
in the end, ryuji loves you as you are, and no one should have to feel like the don’t belong, regardless of race, gender, nationality, etc.
— summary : it had been a long road since the Prison fell, and while you’ve been picking up the pieces you’ve lost your confidence you once had. During a respite from more trauma the world brings you, you share a quiet moment with Daryl.
— warnings : cursing, references to violence, general unsure about life kinda vibes
note : this is a little something to ease myself back into writing while i think i lowkey turn into a daryl blog, also i think i need to change from past tense because it keeps tripping me up oops
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* requests are open ! *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
No sound carried through the air, nothing except the rustling of the leaves from the trees that encompassed you completely as you surveyed the empty fields that spanned as far as your eyes could see. The space brought a semblance of serenity that embraced you far more than your own arms were able to as your fingers dug deep into the flesh of your upper arms as you fought so hard to keep composure.
Loss after loss after loss had drowned all the confidence that once lifted you entirely. It left the once unwavering will to crumble around you when the moment counted, softening too much under the weight as time would inch along in slow motion as your brain fought so hard to keep up a losing battle. Between the fall of the prison and on the road, your limbs would freeze up at the sign of conflict as your mind willed you to move, to help. Images flash before your mind of that cramped bathroom, only just managing to move out of the way before you’d gotten caught up in the scuffle.
I just want to go back
The temperature has dropped, yet the cold is the only thing keeping you grounded. It’s the only thing keeping you from dropping to your knees as you would be fighting for air, if there is one thing that could be done? That you can do? It’s to be present.
A slow and methodical crunch of the leaves that have long since floated to the ground pull you from your thoughts, you know it’s not a walker though, the lack of a signature snarl or the dragging of feet confirm the suspicion. Though is a walker any worse than a human being? You wonder. For every person who you’d seen humanity’s best offer against those who’d been dragged out of the deepest pits of darkness and blood who brought down horror upon horror to greet your nightmares like an old friend.
“ Y’alright? “
Unable to trust your voice, afraid that the flood barrier will finally break and bare your colours to the world, you simply nod. Of course, Daryl can read you like a book, one of which he has committed the pages to memory.
“ Nah, y’aint. “
“ Daryl. “ You shake your head, eyes dropping to the ground beneath your feet. “ I’m fine. “
“ Don’t shut me out. “ He urged gently, the material of your jacket twisting in his grip as he saw the sight of you.
“ No, I — “ You refused swiftly as your voice cut out, a large wave of anguish crashed against your barriers as you lost the strength to speak. “ I’m fine. Really. “
“ Turn around. “
An “ uh uh “ passed through your lips, a hopeless excuse for a no fades into the air as if it had never been vocalised. You’re able to feel the indents your nails have made as they squeeze further and further into your skin. A deep yearning to disappear hits you with force, but part of you wonders if what you really want is to be found.
“ Just look a’ me, will ‘ya? “
Reluctantly, your body shifts from the empty space of which every inch that had been touched by the morning sun to face the man who you’d grown so close to.
The hours that had passed in silence since you’d reunited with the man felt like mere seconds that have slipped through your fingers with no resistance. It had been pure luck that you’d even managed to pair up with Michonne through the sea of fire and smoke that lit the sky above you up, barely, you’d managed to hang on. You hadn’t realised the true extent of your fear and anxiety until both Michonne and Carl had gone out to scout for supplies and you’d volunteered to stay back with Rick — though, you knew it was your cowardice speaking on your behalf.
“ Y’wanna talk now? “
Your teeth bit at your lips as you chewed them, silently debating whether you should share what’s on your mind with the man or hold it close to your chest — of course, that would drag the situation further. You knew Daryl was unstoppable when he put his mind to it.
“ I don’t know if I can do this anymore. “ Was muttered as you shift your weight from one side to the other as your thoughts are made real as you share them with Daryl.
“ Wha’ d’ya mean? “ He asked with a careful tone.
“ If I can survive. “
“ ‘Course ‘ya can. “ He assured heavily, there was no comfort settling upon him from where he could understand which direction this conversation was heading towards.
“ No, Daryl. “ You laugh with no humour, a strange tone dousing your words with its darkness. “ You haven’t seen me. What I’ve become. “
He made cautious steps towards you, closing the short distance that felt more than what it really was. Life, to him, without your presence would blacken the world a shade further as the hollow space within him that you’d help to fill would become that much deeper than once before. All the words said, all the unspoken thoughts remind him that he needs never again to have yet another lesson in loss and grief, especially when it came to you.
“ Y’ain’t makin’ any sense. “
“ Back when Rick and I were in that house? When those guys showed up? “ You whimper as your eyes become glassy with moisture from the memory that you hold so close to your skin as it burns to see how much of it you can stand. “ All I could do was watch and cower as they were fighting to the death. I — who does that? “
“ Y’been through a lot. I get it. “ He affirmed strongly, his eye contact serious and fixed as he stood there observing you.
Truth be told, he wasn’t sure if he was looking the same person — leaving him left to wonder exactly what had you been through. Back at the prison? He has a collection of memories of you being the first person to volunteer yourself for the line of danger or to be out on runs to ensure that nobody would be lacking in anything they so sorely required. What he was focusing on was a shell of a person, the ghost of an image he had seared into his mind. Not for long. You don’t deserve this, he thought.
“ We’ve all been through a lot… you’re all still so strong. “
“ You forgot it already? “ Daryl questioned quietly, the silent statement of not answering the question bounced between the two of you. “ We’ve all been through some shit at one point or ‘nother. “
He was right, that you knew. Yet you couldn’t help but feel as if this was the end of the line.
“ Come on. “
“ I don’t want to go back just yet. “ You refuse, shaking your head as you speak.
“ Just a walk, won’t stray too far. “
A hand lifts some baggy material into your line of sight and it takes a few moments to realise it’s the jacket you left behind. One thing you found always grounded you was the cold, bringing you back down to reality to face the moment. You had moved to take it from Daryl but he shook his head, instead he moved behind you.
Not until this moment had you realised your days had left you drenched by a sea of loneliness until you felt the space between you close and he was settled close behind you as your arms felt the clothing cover the bareness your sleeves left. Many stolen moments behind closed doors away from prying eyes had been kept close to your heart, you had to after you both had spent too much time denying the fire that burned brightly between you before you’d allow it to shine its flames on what could be. How long has it been? You can’t help but ask yourself. What you’d give to feel skin on skin contact again.
Before you even realised what you were doing, you found yourself leaning back into him — you’d missed the body contact after so long. The image did not change for the few minutes that passed, he was relishing the moment just as much as you. The days and nights he’d spent out there with Beth and all he could see in the quiet moments was a walking corpse that wore your face. Truly, he didn’t want to entertain the idea of your death, but when left on watch alone as he gazed up to the sky, the thought would inch into his mind. Every time it would, the details would change and an alteration more gruesome than the last would take its place.
The two of you ended up walking in silence, there was a burst of contentment that briefly soothed the wounds internally that no longer bled. You’d found Michonne, Rick, Carl, and now Daryl. You had more hope that others had survived, that it was only a matter of time that your family would once again be complete, that the Governor had not succeeded in his plan to completely eradicate you all in order to make space for his version of the new world.
“ You’re bein’ too quiet. What’re y’thinkin ‘bout? “
“ Can y’keep quiet for five minutes? “
“ You love my noise. “
“ Yeah, like a hole in the head… pain in my ass, y’are. “
As much as you don’t want to, you smirk at the veiled insult from the man. “ I can’t believe we’ve found each other, it still blows my mind. “
Flashes of the nights you’d spent waking up from the nightmares where your mind would fill in the blanks of the day the prison fell shook you awake violently harder than any thunderstorm had the ability to, no matter how hard it would try. Every night was a different face, but the nights your mind would torment you with his face were the worst… you hadn’t said it, but you did love him.
“ Some fuckin’ luck, huh? “
“ I think we deserve it after everything. “ You sighed as you turned to face him. “ I thought you all were dead, I thought that you — “
“ Nah. “ Daryl spoke with a scoff, he didn’t want to see that dark cloud making its home over your head. “ Need somethin’ tougher to take me out. “
“ Please don’t joke about that. “
“ Shit… sorry. “
Your mind was able to truly grasp what it saw, and while you’d been running on the adrenaline of everything that hit you all at once, you could feel your limbs as they became weary and your soul aching to rest. After what happened before the sun rose to banish the darkness of which humanity’s depravity thrived and flourished in, you’d been unable to rest. Not even to close your eyes as you lay your head against the cool glass of one of the unbroken windows of the aged car. Yet, a piece of you can’t help but think the horror you’d almost fell to was worth it as it had brought Daryl back to you.
Perhaps you could walk out stronger, it would take time, but if you could see the faces you’d known as home again? You would fight against the waves that sought to drown you underneath the weight of their trauma, because perhaps it was braver to fight even if you had lost the ability to live. It was your maze to venture through, and venture through it you would.
“ I hope you won’t get sick of me, Daryl. “
“ Oh yeah? Why’s that? “
“ Because I am never letting you out of my sight again. “ You warned with a smirk as the edges of tension melted away as if they had never marred your features in the first place.
For a lingering second, Daryl simply observed you, as he took in every detail in fear you was no more than an illusion left to taunt him for all he couldn’t do and the lives he wasn’t able to save. To him? You were a gift the universe took its time in forging, a gift that he was wholly undeserving of, every time he set his eyes on you he couldn’t believe you were there — offering your unique light to bring up those around you.
He was thankful that he got a second chance because this one would not be wasted, he swore he would be there to pick up the pieces no matter how many there could be.
“ Yes ma’am. “
You felt a weight on your shoulders and realised he’d wrapped an arm around you, you have never felt safer than in that moment when he was sharing his strength with you, the featherlike touch of lips against the top of your head weighed heavier than imaginable but it was a weight that was comforting.
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